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pagan-witch-chronicles · 4 years

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Witches Make Mistakes (2/2)

As you read in Kevin’s post, no witch is immune to the occasional mistake. In my post, I will be discussing an experience the two of us had together.

In our preteen years, we had a friend that was very cruel to us. She was manipulative and rude, and always had to get her way. The two of us were great friends to her - often going out of our own way to make her happy or just get us all a meal and she took lots of advantage. When we started high school, things only seemed to get worse. She grew increasingly more toxic, and formed a toxic friendship with another girl at our high school. Eventually we realized the four of us simply were not compatible, but not on mutual terms. Kevin and I did our best to distance ourselves and as did the rest of our friends, but in the months that followed the toxicity of the pair of girls only grew. They’d often say nasty and rude things, instigating and picking fights while trying to split Kevin and I up. Spoiler alert, that literally never happened lmaooo It was around this time that we began working on our own curses and hexes. Although we didn’t use them often, the two of us developed some pretty heavy and nasty curses we were preparing to use on the pair if the desire ever arose, and boy it did. Many of you may be against the practice due to the trifold law, but we are not the same witches - we are not against the practice of curses or hexes. We are only against cursing and hexing the undeserving, and these two girls were very deserving for abusing our kindness and stirring many false rumors about us and the rest of our friends. They had caused us so much suffering and turmoil in our teen years, that we felt this was more than warranted. Together under the cover of nightfall, we gathered a jar, black ribbon, murky-dirty-paint water (I’m an artist so it’s the one accessible nasty fluid besides feces that I had access to), candles, incense, pushpins, a personal letter and some pictures they had taken and written, and probably some other items I no longer remember using. And if you can’t remember what you used or why, then your curse certainly wasn’t as warranted as you might’ve thought (which we soon learned ourselves). Gathering these materials, we lit our candles and spat out all the negativity we could into this jar. We dipped these ribbons into the murky green paint water (to make all things in their lives unpleasant and never satisfying) and performed knot magic to rain down even more hell on these two individuals. We threw in a few other items and the candles we used, and for extra measure we stupidly spat into the jar. Like not verbal spit, I mean we actually spit into the jar just to be more spiteful. Any other time you’re working with your craft I’d say do whatever feels right, but by spitting into the jar we mistakenly put a physical tie and connection to OURSELVES. So over the course of the next few months after we had buried the jar in an undisclosed location, our lives undoubtedly began to take a turn. Things stopped going our way, it started to feel like the universe was moving against us - and then we realized, oh shit. We spit in the fucking jar- Believe in whatever you want to, but when you’re cursing or hexing someone you definitely don’t want anything tying you to the hex or curse. That’s how they blow up in your face. You want items tying your targets to the curse, not items tying your self. This is where we made our mistake, along with targeting someone prematurely. I just don’t believe we knew what we were really in for just yet. Everything going on for the months after we first created the curse jar made sense, and we knew exactly what we had to do. I dug up the jar one night in the rain, and the next day we took the jar to a nearby river clearing where we’d have undisturbed peace. Together in advance, we crafted a reversal of the same incantations previously used in our curse to undo the damage. We cautiously cleansed and disposed of most of the materials that we were able to be rid of, and took care of the rest of them. We made sure to keep our focus and intent clear, really honing in on our desire to undo such a nasty curse. We definitely know better now, and we take magic like this much more seriously. Considering this was such an innocently dumb mistake, we figure maybe it could do you some good to read and remind yourself to slow down. Through this experience, I realized just how far I was going just because I wanted something done. I look back on the experience now and wish I was more patient and mindful of things, it was a mess. And, no matter what happens with a spell or ritual of yours - make sure you keep track of any remains. You’ll need them if you plan on righting any wrongs or reversing any unpleasant spells.

As you can tell from our blog, we’re a little older and just a little wiser now. Please don’t forget to follow our blog !! :)

#dontspitinthefuckingjar

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years

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Hey! I love all your recs so much thank you for taking the time! Please can you put together a list of fics where everyone thinks Stiles is amazing or gorgeous and he has no idea? Thank you!!

Here’s a bunch of insecure!Stiles. - Anastasia

Best Laid Plans of Wolves and Men by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 2,026 I Teen I Sterek)

Maybe murder seems better to Derek than being Stiles Stilinski's pretend boyfriend.

Blood Moon Run by jackgyeoms

(1/1 I 2,292 I Explicit)

Stiles wasn't really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.

Or the one where Stiles doesn't want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.

A Question of Pack by CawCawMF

(1/1 I 5,290 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles had always been sure of his place in the pack. That place being the absolute lowest tier in the hierarchy of werewolf pack dynamics, but he was sure of it all the same. He wasn’t necessary exactly, since just about anyone could conduct research on supernatural mythology, but his job was still important to the pack and he felt good about that. At least, that’s what he always thought. That all came crumbling down one sunny afternoon in the form of Jackson’s big mouth.

Where In the World is Derek Hale? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 5,968 I General I Sterek)

It had been four days.

Four days since the incident. And he hadn’t heard from Derek once since then.

They’d been out fighting the most recent big bad, because Beacon Hills was a fucking magnet for bad things coming to town. They’d been in the middle of the fight, and Derek had told Stiles to run, which he hadn’t, because fuck you Derek Hale. So he hadn’t run, which ended up being a good thing, because he ended up saving Derek’s life.

When they’d won, the two of them dirty and panting, Derek had rounded on him and proceeded to shout at him for being stupid and reckless. Stiles had screamed back, and it had basically been a giant back and forth shouting match before Stiles had blurted out, “Because I fucking love your dumb, stupid face you idiot!” and had proceeded to kiss said idiot's dumb, stupid face.

What's Held on Our Shoulders by chameleonoverhere

(1/1 I 8,458 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek drops Stiles off at school, and this attracts the unwanted attention and harassment of some kid. He exploits Stiles' greatest insecurity, has him asking questions about his relationship with Derek that he never had before.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by green-leaf (greenleaf)

(2/2 I 11,472 I Teen I Sterek)

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?”

“But I don’t... I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?”

Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –”

“Oh, well, that’s good, because–”

“–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

A Cunning Plan by yodasyoyo

(17/17 I 32,737 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a plan to get Lydia Martin to notice him. Derek is not impressed.

Your Pain is My Pain (So Stop Being So F#@$ing Clumsy!) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 7,878 I Teen I Sterek)

“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if it was you?” Scott asked, looking between Stiles and Derek with a grin. “You turned eighteen yesterday. Derek got his soulmate yesterday.”

“Dude!” Stiles insisted, horrified, at the same time Derek snapped, “No!”

“I think it’d be sweet,” Talia said from the head of the table. “You’ve known one another for a long time, and this would certainly solve the Werewolf problem.”

“Derek is not my soulmate,” Stiles insisted. “I mean, look at him!” He motioned Derek. “He’s all grumpy and sourwolfish, and I mean, yeah, he’s great to look at, with the stubble and the working out, and face of a God sculpted out of stone and all that, and arms that could definitely carry me damsel-in-distress style whenever he wanted and what was I talking about again?” He turned back to Talia. “I think I lost my train of thought.”

He's...something by countrygirlsfun

(2/2 I 22,894 I General I Sterek)

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.

Secondhand Soulmate by AnnoyinglyCute, Inell

(7/7 I 25,211 I Teen I Sterek)

Not always, not even most of the time, but sometimes -- 24% of the time, statistically speaking -- people meet their soulmates and live happily ever after.

THIS isn't that story.

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski, whose soulmate died before he was born. This is the story of all the sorrows and heartache Stiles experienced, all the bullying and oppression from those who should know better but didn't. This is also the story of the friendships Stiles made along the way, of the battles he fought -- and won -- and the love that endured through it all.

Bite Down Hard by KuriKuri

(1/1 I 25,730 I Explicit I Sterek)

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

An Alpha's Mate by EmeraldOcean

(14/? I 68,313 I Explicit I Sterek)

The threat of a rival pack and the discovery of a previously forgotten Hale family legend has Derek playing reluctant partners with his uncle Peter. And that's not the only strange thing that Stiles has noticed about Derek lately. But even the unexpectedly pleasant changes to their relationship can't completely erase the feeling that there's something he's not being told... Something that may change his life irrevocably.

This is Yours by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 I 73,317 I Mature I Sterek)

‘Lance’ had one hand against the back of his neck beneath his hood, and the other gripping the back of Derek’s head, sucking on his tongue almost lewdly while rocking his hips forward into Derek’s. A groan slid its way up his throat, and Derek broke the kiss, biting at the other’s full bottom lip.

“Seriously,” he said loudly, “what’s your name?”

“It’s a secret,” the other informed him, still smiling impishly, then dove in for another kiss.

Derek decided to let it go for now, he had the rest of the night to get a name out of him.

Higher Ground by Kikileduc

(18/22 I 161,121 I Mature I Sterek I Rape)

This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for ‘at risk’ teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and have all dealt with trauma in one sense or another.

They’ll have to learn to trust and love again in a world that was simply too cruel for their young ages. Luckily for them, John Stilinski started this camp that combines outdoor bonding activities with schooling just for students like them who come from broken homes or got mixed up in illegal activities.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #insecure!stiles #high school au #colorfulwizardpolice

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musicmakesyousmart · 5 years

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#music #Operant #industrial #techno

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dxmagedrose · 5 years

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REPOST DONT REBLOG

FULL NAME. Rosa Sabina Hauley NICKNAMES & ALIASES. Isabelle, Lily, Abigail, Morgan, Summer, The Snake, The Ghost, The Trash Queen, R.S. Hauley GENDER. cisgender woman HEIGHT. 5′6″ AGE. 15 - 38+ SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Latin, Sumerian, Hebrew, can understand Arabic but can’t speak it conversationally. She can read in and somewhat write in a wide variety languages for magical research and ritualistic practices, can recite important magical documents and texts in dead languages, and given enough time and with enough patience, she can roughly and brokenly translate a large majority of languages and symbols with her academic background & study of linguistics and cultures.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Deep chestnut brown EYE COLOR. Hazel brown SKIN TONE. Fair BODY TYPE. Slender yet soft bellied VOICE. Melodic, lilted. Almost sing-song. DOMINANT HAND. Slightly stronger left, ambidextrous POSTURE. Meticulously curated ahead of time; carefully planned body language with meanings implied SCARS. Deep pink scarring under her left breast from a sigil tattoo that started affecting her attempt at a mundane life and was forcibly removed by herself, minor palm scarring from repeated spell casting rituals, likely future scarification symbols. TATTOOS. Previously had an Ottastafur sigil tattooed to strike fear into her enemies hearts under her left breast, has a black floral piece wrapped around and creeping up her shoulder and a tiny knife on the side of her finger. BIRTHMARKS. The occasional mole dotting her skin like midnight stars MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Her eyes. She may blend into a room amongst the crowd with her urban camouflage, but you can feel her eyes on you from a mile away. You can feel yourself being watched, only you don’t know by who. It’s far too easy to get lost in those large calculating depths of hers, impossible to tell if their wildness speaks of naive, wide-eyed innocence and eagerness or cold and calculated cruelty. They’re encapsulating, and you can’t seem to look away.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Denver (Aurora), Colorado HOMETOWN. Bennett, Colorado PARENTS. Thomas Hauley and Lauren (nee Pyror) SIBLINGS. James and Elizabeth ‘Eli’ Hauley

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. witch, sex worker, an anthropology/archaeology student & researcher, contractually an agent of hell / working succubus, essentially a mercenary of magic, con artist, thief, briefly both a bank teller & salesman CURRENT RESIDENCE. In her younger years she lived in a small apartments in varying cities for months at a time. In her mundane university years, she lived in a small manufactured home in a college town while she got her degrees, and in her mid to late thirties and on, she owns a large foreclosed house she’s refurbishing in the woods in an undisclosed location with plenty of closed off rooms for locked off magical objects and ritualistic projects in progress. CLOSE FRIENDS. She would say her bigger sister if they still had anything left in common. “Close friends” to her means the small handful of contacts she’s collected favors for over the years that have a working number of hers who she doesn’t think actively want her demise. Real human connection with someone she’s not actively trying to get something out of is rare. She doesn’t trust you, she rarely lets people in, and if you’re smart you shouldn’t trust her any farther than you can throw her. Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single, briefly engaged to a badge-heavy police officer in college don’t hold it agaisnt her. FINANCIAL STATUS. A large amount of maxed out credit cards, but handy enough to use her skills for a surplus of cash when she really needs it. She’s probably banned from a few high stakes casinos across the US, she prefers to live the high life and will do whatever for some petty cash. DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yeah, she mostly rents cars under multiple of her names. CRIMINAL RECORD. Officially? Her records pull up prostitution, possession and felony assault. …Unofficially? — What are you, a cop? VICES. Hard drugs, hard cash, sex, stealing, smoking, hard liquor, lying, cheating, manipulating, breaking the law, pushing the very real, raw magical boundaries of what is allowable in the universe, killing and sending shitty men to hell for more power. Anything she can do to make herself not think about who she is and the fact she’s actively choosing to be a shitty person and has the power to stop but wont is a good idea in her book. We’re all gonna die, why die living a boring and shitty life of work and monotony?

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. High TURN ON’S. Choking, scratching, biting, pushing, pulling. If sex doesn’t actively feel like a fight or power, what’s the point? Surprising her, kissing her neck, having sex under the influence. TURN OFF’S. Purposely taking advantage of vulnerability, being talked down on. LOVE LANGUAGE. prefers and is comfortable with physical affection, gets uncomfortable because of the meaningful intensity of words of affirmation (She’s happiest to wrap her body around yours and feel you there with her, to just run her foot down your leg in true affection lazily to show her love, but to hear love from her partners lips makes her uncomfortable only because it means the most to her and she’s not used to it and doesnt know what to do with that affection, she gets to be a big emotional baby to be put on the spot like that.) RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Hard, intense, fast moving until she gets bored and moves on. Or she puts up a wall and dates them only for the hell of it, for the fun, for a way to pass the time. Usually seen as a target or entertainment, not generally a real human connection because she doesn’t think people will get it, understand her, or even like her if they knew who she really was. Leaving people and burning them before they get the chance to reject her first is the name of the game.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Blood On My Hands - Danielle Parente HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading up on the research papers on magic by her peers in academia, reading of cultural revelations, having her nose buried in and analyzing and trying to cast spells and rituals in any grimoire she can get her hands on to push the boundaries of magic and personally experience it, hunting down the latest magical relic locations, schmoozing with the rich, pulling cons, and screwing anything that moves. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left PHOBIAS. Being just one of a million others - being replaceable, forgettable, a grey face among the many. Being a no one, a nothing, someone easily discarded and tossed to the side, people she loves sacrificing her, abandoning her or leaving her behind SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. She pulls in with a confident smile and a plan but that starts going to shit and she becomes desperate quickly when called out. She can feign it until things get serious. Up until that point she’s confident and sure of herself. VULNERABILITIES. No longer fitting in to her own family, her dad not wanting any part of her anymore, her inability to let people in, and people not caring about her or what happens to her, and how she should feel guilty for everything she’s done.

tagged by : stolen from @scouscr

tagging : @whcwashe, @aloneinxthenight, @youstolemycoat, & anyone else who wants to!

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grimdarkandhandsome · 6 years

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General Strategic Recommendations for Domestic Counteroccult Operations

Dear reader,

Here is another document that may be of interest to your timeline’s government. I will transcribe the table of contents below. If this intel is of value please reply with time coordinates and I will deliver the document via the transdimensional drop as previously discussed.

-- Harriet 04/04/88

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ALL INFORMATION CONTAINED HEREIN IS CLASSIFIED DATE 01-12-1981 BY UC 00036 QD/REC/XX

CLASSIFIED FBI INTERNAL USE ONLY

General Strategic Recommendations for Domestic Counteroccult Operations

Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) July 30, 1979

This is a privileged document that cannot be released in whole or in part to persons or agencies outside the Federal Bureau of Investigation, nor can it be republished in whole or in part in any written form not containing this statement, including general-use pamphlets, without the approval of the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

CLASSIFIED FBI INTERNAL USE ONLY

General Strategic Recommendations for Domestic Counteroccult Operations

GENERAL INFORMATION: Questions or comments pertaining to the GSRDCO can be directed to: The Deputy Director's Office or FBIHQ, Director's Office, Resource Planning Office (RPO), Division [00] Corporate Policy Office (CPO) Division Point of Contact: _______________

(NOTE: Document is a third publication; previous GSRDCO versions are available at the above offices)

PRIVILEGED INFORMATION: Any use of this document, including direct quotes or identifiable paraphrasing, will be marked with the following statement: This is a privileged document that cannot be released in whole or in part to persons or agencies outside the Federal Bureau of Investigation, nor can it be republished in whole or in part in any written form not containing this statement, including general use pamphlets, without the approval of the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

FOR OFFICIAL FBI INTERNAL USE ONLY--DO NOT DISSEMINATE FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY

Table of Contents

1. (C) Scope and Purpose...................................................1 1.1. (C) Scope..........................................................1 2.2. (C) Purpose........................................................1

2. (C) General Authorities and Principles..................................2 2.1. (C) Scope of the Attorney General's Guidelines.....................2 2.2. (C) FBI as an Intelligence Agency..................................3 2.3. (C) Status as Internal Guidance....................................4 2.4. (C) The FBI's Core Values..........................................5 2.5. (C) Other Applicable Policies......................................8 2.6. (C) Departures from the GSRDCO.....................................8 2.7. (C) File Records Management and Retention..........................8

3. (C) Threat Categories...................................................9 3.1. (C) Isolated Threat Actors and Groups..............................9 3.2. (C) Domestic Cults................................................10 3.3. (C) Cults Backed by Occult Entities...............................13 3.4. (C) Global Organizations..........................................20 3.5. (C) Threats Fundamental to This Universe..........................22

4. (C) Non-Traditional Recruitment........................................31 4.1. (C) Mind Control..................................................31 4.2. (C) Necromancy....................................................42 4.3. (C) Extraspatial Summoning........................................47 4.4. (C) Alien Hybrids.................................................49 4.5. (C) Demonic Possession and Hell...................................53

5. (C) Weapons............................................................64 5.1. (C) Physical Security.............................................64 5.2. (C) Small Arms and the Occult.....................................68 5.3. (C) Common Tactical Spells........................................69 5.4. (C) Magical Counterespionage......................................71 5.5. (C) Souls and Soul-Searing........................................73 5.6. (C) Sacrifice and Ritual..........................................73 5.7. (C) WMDs..........................................................75 5.8. (C) Nonlinear Timelines...........................................77 5.9. (C) Exceptions....................................................80

6. (C) FBI Capabilities...................................................82 6.1. (C) Civil Liberties and Privacy...................................82 6.2. (C) Investigative Methods.........................................82 6.3. (C) Special Circumstances.........................................83 6.4. (C) Halting Time..................................................85 6.5. (C) Psychological Editing.........................................90 6.6. (C) Strategic Exorcism and Theological Scorched Earth.............90 6.7. (C) Investigative Methods Not Authorized..........................90 6.8. (C) Office of Integrity and Compliance Roles and Responsibilities.90 6.9. (C) Other FBI Activities..........................................97 6.10. (C) Jurisdiction and the CIA......................................97 6.11. (C) Duration, Approval, Notice, Documentation, and File Review...104

7. (C) Marine Subsidiary Organizations (MSOs)............................109 7.1. (C) Esoteric Order of Dagon......................................109 7.2. (C) PC-GRAVE.....................................................118 7.3. (C) Coastal Churches.............................................118 7.4. (C) Marine Piracy and Shipping...................................119 7.5. (C) Sea Baptisms.................................................119 7.6. (C) Surfers and Surfing Culture..................................127

8. (C) Heritage Influence Groups.........................................130 8.1. (C) The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints..............130 8.2. (C) Vampires.....................................................130 8.3. (C) Ecoterrorism.................................................130 8.4. (C) The Church of Scientology....................................155 8.5. (C) White House..................................................155

9. (C) Spatial Exception Actors..........................................156 9.1. (C) Hedge Witch Culture..........................................156 9.2. (C) Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory.......................183 9.3. (C) Boston.......................................................183

10. (C) Disaster Prevention and Response..................................184 10.1. (C) Precautionary Principle......................................184 10.2. (C) Monitoring, Assessment, and Reporting........................185 10.3. (C) Undercover Operations........................................189 10.4. (C) Requests for Approval of Undisclosed Participation...........189 10.5. (C) Intervention and the Intervention Review Process.............193 10.6. (C) FBI Headquarters Approval Levels.............................195 10.7. (C) Duration of Approval.........................................197 10.8. (C) Emergency Situations.........................................197 10.9. (C) Situations That Do Not Constitute Emergencies................197 10.10. (C) CBRN Defense and the Occult..................................199 10.11. (C) Depopulation.................................................199 10.12. (C) Continuity of Governance.....................................200 10.13. (C) Planetary Evacuation.........................................211

11. (C) Reporting.........................................................212 11.1. (C) General Reporting Guidelines.................................212 11.2. (C) Goals of Reporting...........................................220 11.3. (C) Exceptions to the Standard Reporting Format..................226 11.4. (C) Reporting Priorities.........................................231 11.5. (C) Mind-Destroying Reports......................................237 11.6. (C) Importance of Following Standards............................237 11.7. (C) Accountability...............................................248

List of Appendices

Appendix A: The Attorney General's Guidelines for FBI Occult Activity.....A-1 Appendix B: Executive Order 666...........................................B-1 Appendix C: Occult Operations Review Committee............................C-1 Appendix D: Superceded Documents..........................................D-1 Appendix E: Key Words, Definitions, and Links.............................E-1 Appendix F: Classified Provisions.........................................F-1 Appendix G: Symbols and Logos.............................................G-1 Appendix H: Acronyms......................................................H-1

#opa #occult #report #fiction #creative writing #epistolary #alternate universe #espionage #delta green #laundry files #cosmic horror #esoteric order of dagon #cults #elder gods #dark tapestry

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moog-barcelona · 6 years

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Esta noche/tonight MOOG DJs: RNXRX acompañará a Rubén Seoane en nuestra cabina

8€ entradas anticipadas / advanced tickets // Comprar entradas / Get tickets 10€ entradas en taquilla / tickets at door

#moog club #moog barcelona #dancing moog barcelona #moog djs #techno #electronica #dj #uroz #rnxrx

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sugarpinecrews · 7 years

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title: o’ death word count: 1,982 ship(s): n/a, maybe minor ot3 if you squint warning(s): detailed discussions of necromancy, death, murder, violence, and other magick rituals a/n: it’s ya boi with yet another spooky pine fic, this time it’s jeremy’s origin story. can be paired with parker’s, as well as my previous fic.

There was little in the way of fear or concern, and withdrawal from emotional bounds slowly became only second nature; time passed by, the world cycling through rounds of devastation, bouts of destruction caused by seemingly outside forces, and Jeremy merely buried himself in his studies. Other realms wasted no time in mourning, spirits spending but seconds considering the troubles they may have caused. The deceased worried not of the outside world, this realm that Jeremy found himself captive in, and he appreciated the distraction ( even if this difference between reality and spiritualism would soon end, even if he would soon find himself attempting to summon the spirit of a deceased friend, a soul forced out by unnatural means --- it was fun while it lasted, he supposed ).

He knew from the beginning that this career choice was meant to be shrouded in darkness, enveloped in an evil most people would rather not imagine, but he never did see it as so. Death was inevitable, yes, an ending that would exist regardless of any distant hopes of peace, but most still didn’t wish to discuss it. This fact, though obvious to him from the start, still bothered him when presented by friends and loved ones; attempts of forcing them into the topic would eventually become fewer and further between, as fatigue wrought weary holes into previously insistent perseverance. As time went on, he decided to simply allow them whatever oblivion they chose; he would deal with their stubborn ignorance when they finally passed --- spirits always seemed much easier to interact with, anyway, though he often neglected to speak this opinion aloud ( for fear, perhaps, of his friends placing even more distance between them --- life needed equal halves in order to be fruitful, and he knew this all too well ).

He was only a child when he first experienced death. Helping to care for pets never proved a beneficial task for the boy, always finding himself left with a dead fish, a deceased dog, or cat, or hamster --- he wished to believe their souls never truly disappeared, that loss of life would only lead to a more fulfilling afterlife, and this belief only continued to accompany him into adulthood. He began to study the deceased young, attempting to contact the spirits of lost loved ones in his early teenage years; spells spoken in a hushed tone following the completion of homework, rituals completed before he left for school in the morning --- early on, he learned to never label himself an artist of the deceased. Most believed these studies a sign of witchcraft, a deal with the devil made in cold blood, and he never wished to cast himself aside. Studies fell into secretive shadows, and he simply learned to accept this as the norm. It kept strangers from interfering, at least, and he appreciated this aspect of it the most.

His first cadaver was witnessed before he even hit twenty years of age. Rather than admitting to officials the sight, he simply took it into his place of residence; a risky decision, perhaps, but he saw no real harm in the matter. Death was an end to life, and where was the sense in burying a body that could still be put to good use? He labored in isolation for weeks, cleaning the body torn by violence, wiping blood clean from exposed wounds --- attempts were made to contact the spirit of the deceased, and despite the loose interactions experienced, Jeremy still felt himself capable of more. He tried to bring the soul back to this realm, attempted in vain to resuscitate the deceased, but found himself inevitably exhausting all available resources. The body was burned --- a promise to the spirit that her corpse could never be manipulated again --- and he went about his life, researching any new corpses tossed his way ( which, as time went on and new friendships developed, began to become more and more frequent ).

Eventually, he would come into contact with a group of special, supernatural beings. Although they masqueraded as humans, he could sense the weakened soul, a spirit that has long since fallen victim to immortality. The demon possessed nothing of a soul, presented itself more as a gross amalgamation of those he has tortured in his past, those bound to him through a desire for vengeance; Jeremy could feel their pain, sense their deaths repeating themselves over and over and over again --- the others possessed souls of an individual, a spirit still flickering behind the muzzle of something much stronger than any human form imaginable. The soul of a man held captive by a wolf’s heart, a vampire living life as though a servant of death --- in exchange for the bodies of their unlucky victims, he would provide them with the tools necessary for survival. A continued supply of blood, a seemingly endless supply of fresh meat, of clean, untouched sustenance --- despite the trade-offs occurring just outside, his roommates continued to remain oblivious, simply living their normalized lives, routine painting the peculiar as expected.

Unknown cadavers, bodies desecrated by an attack from a supernatural force --- more often than not a vampire he loosely considered a friend --- came to scatter the room he spent more time in than he probably should. Backs propped up against a wall behind, bodies poised as though simply sitting in anxious anticipation --- an imprecise schedule rotated around a list of meetings and rituals, and he even penciled in these plans on a calendar hanging near the door. One day he would summon the spirit of a woman murdered outside of a corner store, the next he would attempt to ward off any negative entities still lurking in the crevices of this dusty old basement; a cleansing was scheduled at least once a week, a ritual he did more out of a habit than any real fear. He supposed it was better to be safe than sorry ( a notion his roommates would graciously thank him for, were they to know of any of this ).

Most, of course, believed him to be capable of much more than he truly was. Shadows of mystery blanketed themselves across a room off limits to any other than himself, and this is how he chose to operate, studying his craft in solitude rather than with any unnecessary interruptions. His roommates didn’t question his unspoken dealings, didn’t ask of the oft-thought strange scents emanating from behind closed doors, didn’t ask of the repeated requests spoken into silence, the handful of unknown materials he trudged down to his work space unexplained; undisclosed events existed in darkness not out of fear, nor out of elitism, but rather out of disinterest. He didn’t feel his friends truly intrigued by his work, nor did he really wish to traumatize anyone not ready to experience death just yet ( but, as could probably be expected, he possessed little control in forces existing outside of his area of influence --- there would always be entities pulling strings of actions just outside of his reach, and he came to learn this first hand ).

It is the evening of the full moon when Jeremy is pulled from his work, binds of focus broken as acquaintances stand awkward at his front door. We are so sorry, they say, as if expecting outward expression of grief, as if loss would somehow strength an emotional pull he has neglected for so many years now. In the bright light of the moon up above, he faces the trunk of a car, sights set upon trash bags haphazardly tied shut, blood still staining the surface directly beneath them; despite disfigurement, he recognizes the body immediately as one of two roommates, now gathered like debris and brought to him in, what, fear? Desperation? Ignoring the feelings of anger, of guilt, of regret bubbling just beneath the surface, he chooses to only curtly nod in response, silently beginning to transfer the body to his typical work space. This corpse, as explained to him in passing, was the result of a werewolf’s wrath; he could still smell the scent of the beast, heavy and thick upon the destruction caused by sharpened claws, by teeth ripping through a human vessel --- intrigue and curiosity, as usual, play a role in his research, and he quickly begins to toil with the remnants of yet another corpse awaiting a new life ( only, this time, it wouldn’t be the spirit answering to requests in hopes of peace on the other side --- no, this would be a completely new beginning, and Jeremy would make sure of it ).

The study of necromancy presented itself only as communication with the deceased; historical accounts beckoned the ear of any interested in reanimation, but reality could not be rooted in mythological tales of war-torn soldiers recounting the terrors seen by a now-passed gaze. For this, he would need a more modernized retelling, a more concrete, definitive pedestal to stand upon, but despite studies spanning countless areas of belief, Jeremy still knew to be careful in combining different methods; thought to be blasphemous by any who caught wind of his past attempts at fully realized resuscitation, he tried his best this time to keep his newest thoughts more private. If he were to revive his newly-deceased friend, he would need to write his own rules, take pages from a book never before written.

Voodoo was nowhere near one of his many areas of expertise, but he had very few options remaining; attempting to summon the spirit of his friend through typical necromancy rituals proved itself unreliable at best, and he saw no need in bringing the soul of a man back into this realm if a physical vessel was not available --- the body would need to be fully resuscitated, and the spirit would need to be bound to it immediately upon revival. It was a risky task, that of full resurrection, but he knew himself capable of such a deed ( perhaps out of determination, or perhaps out of an attachment to the dead that he, even to this day, refuses to acknowledge ).

Countless evenings are spent in his usual work space, the corpse of his friend propped up on a makeshift operating table. Rituals of many different belief systems are performed, and many nights are spent in silent anticipation, sitting in the basement with nothing more than rotting cadavers to keep him company; on more than one occasion, movement is spotted --- the twitching of a finger, the blinking of an eye, and yet no further expression of life is presented to him. Despite this, hope is never lost; Jeremy continues his attempts of summoning the spirit of his friend, continues his, as of yet, fruitless attempts of resuscitating the corpse placed before him --- upon the fourth night, he finds himself becoming weary of this tiring routine. He tries a handful of rituals again, this time putting more desperation into his words, more emotion into his pleas; he busies himself at a table filled with varying substances and materials, setting things aside in jaded haste when ---

--- help, I can’t...

“You’re fine,” he finds himself stating, words escaping lips well before he’s turned to face his newly-revived friend. With his back turned, he grins, excitement pulsating through his veins as he sets a glass down upon the table in front of him; the action gives him enough time to regain composure, to again place before him a mask of emotionless catatonia. His friend continues in his aim to speak, but difficulty must weigh heavy upon his tongue. “...you were dead. I brought you back.” he adds, reminding himself again to hide the smile threatening to dance across his features; and they said death was no fun.

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001. THE CHARACTER.

full name: Dr. Ryuji Shimada Dr. Gade

date of birth: 11/26/1985

place of origin: undisclosed location in Japan

career: witch doctor | previously a physician at Seoul National University Hospital

residence: Basement Apartment of a complex

languages: Japanese (native preference), English (Fluent), Korean (moderate)

appearance: always wearing a Yukata of some variety when he’s home. he wears nothing underneath and it’s always tied loosely. when he needs to go out, he wears skinny jeans and very loose fitted top. he is never without his black thin leather choker that wraps around his neck 3 times. along with that is a long silver chain with a vial at the end. contents unknown.

002. IMPRESSION.

You’ll be scared when you meet him. You’ll be in his den with the air hazed with smoke lead through by his assistant. You’ll start to wonder whether coming was a mistake or part of his own prophecy. HIs eyes are smoldering and filled with fire. The stoic look on his face turns into a grin and you feel a chill down your spine. It’s creepy and yet inviting which is why you take a step forward and sit across from him on soft cushions. His voice is soft and unthreatening for now. You leave feeling as though you’ve made a grave mistake. Days later, you feel stronger from the medicine he’s given you. Though… there’s something that tells you shouldn’t come back… not now. Not yet.

003. FUN FACTS.

Prefers to only speak Japanese and will only speak Japanese in his home unless with a client.

Sometimes he’ll pretend he can’t speak Korean simply because he’s tired.

He hates caffeinated drinks.

Pro-sex and sexual lifestyles, so he welcomes advances and encourages everyone to have more sex.

He is very proud of his own culture after integrating into other cultures throughout his life and imports goods from Japan.

He practices good and bad magic after being introduced to a Bokor and will indulge in that lifestyle when he wants to have more fun.

Lazy attitude, but very strict on his practices and influences.

Smiles too much for his own good.

He’s not against the use of violence.

He is thin but much stronger than he looks.

Suffers from insomnia most days and lines his eyes in thick smokey black eye make-up to hide the bags.

004. THE BACKGROUND.

There’s a sickness that rots inside a shelled boy against the brick slathered grime on the streets of a city in Japan. The colored lights are like blinding rays penetrating bodies with radiation while hips sway and convert sins into actions behind the thin fabric of a curtain. It started somewhere around here where an inherited virus clung to young organs like filth to his shoe. The staggering steps of a survivor on these busied streets with creatures who looked out only for their own luck. Whose skin would he have to roam with his nails to garner attention to his blue face and collapsing lungs as he gripped a torn shirt with unwashed hands?

No ones except his own.

Luck would find him dead on the side of the street with passerbys stepping over his corpse wondering why the garbage collectors were always so shitty about their jobs. They couldn’t hear the gasping under the volume of their own snarky tones and blinking of those damn neon-lit signs. The visuals were fading away with the silence as his unconsciousness would determine his fate. However, with a life like his, he knew that those hands reaching for his head would come with a favorable price.

A cure could be anything if you allowed your mind to think that positively. He would awake to the beginning of his reawakened life on the edge of a bed with a blanket as a shirt and no shoes on his feet. He wouldn’t learn cleanliness until much later but he was used to the dirt and the bugs in his hair and the scent of the shack. It wasn’t distasteful, but then again, he wasn’t sure of anything other than the opportunity to see clearly and live. He spent his days in curiosity, reaching for plants in precarious regions of a mountain with no name. His company would hardly speak and yet he learned things the hard way with blood on his knuckles and thrashes on his knees and feet. He learned how to reduce the swelling and guide the pain into oblivion with the things he had found outside their home. Age was meaningless in a household where time stilled for the man overseeing the training he had not consented to.

Years would pass the world would expand. The haziness of his housing would become a comfort to the aches he’d clear with the remedies he learned from his ‘father’. Religion was never too far from his circuit as he’d learn of the places far from home and the gods who allowed their lives to be. Whether or not he believed the stories, he was captivated by the questions of what-ifs as it deemed the only truth of the world swirling around him. He’d swallow the earth and its contents with a drooling mouth.

Unluckiness would find him again soon.

Taken, again, by much filthier hands as he was torn from his secluded home in the mountains by creatures who barked nonsensical words at his savior. He would never see him again but he would remember the time he had spent there while enamored by the book of human anatomy that laid on the flat of his tortured desk in a classroom-bound by chatter.

Rumors spread like wildfire about the sodomy of a young boy kidnapped into the mountains. It was told with tragedy in the headlines and the children who saw him would whisper uncertainties between themselves. He was too strange and sometimes too quiet. He would greet them a smile too wide for his face but with eyes so piercing they would cry for the nurse to heal them. He would offer a hand to them first before the medical staff could get to them. He was feared for his outrageous use of miscellaneous items whenever finding an open wound and the way he would stare down a student for merely coughing from choking on their own spit was unnerving.

He would eventually know a few people that would cast around titles of friendship and he’d sit and listen and wait for the opportunity for a medical experiment. They trusted him on most days as their experience with his strange methods would cure their symptoms until it didn’t and there was a death ringing through the halls. He was no longer allowed to help anyone but himself.

Trust had been lost.

University would prove to be more insightful as studying abroad in America would help him understand more about what it meant to be a man of medicine. He took note of impoverished and the wealthy and corporate difference between the assistance of the sick and what would put money in someone’s pocket. He would take his repulsion with him to new places until faced with a set of people that would return his eyes to his past and the leaves that flew among the winds of the mountains and those dirty dirty hands.

The combination of medicine and the spiritual belief of the connection between good and evil was interesting. It would take him to the different regions of the world to understand what those who seemed to have less than him find a way to conquer. He would soon find himself deep into the realms of the mystics where dirtier hands would reach for his throat and he’d be captivated by their magic.

In the years following suit, he’d last only 5 of them within the walls of a medical hospital whose insights on his impractical use of invalidated techniques upon patients would revoke his ability to treat those who remained within the establishment. He’d been cast away again, only to find refuge in his home concocting rituals and blessings - curses and medicine upon the ones who sought him out. He takes pride in his work, his abilities, his magic and the fluidity of the human mind and body.

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