Jeff

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[2-faced-lyr3]

Contracted mimic hunter

Son of Hermes

Call me Jeff {He/Him}

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[dollqueer-meowbahh]

for the fellow demigods

im curious, how often do you guys see monsters that pass you by? its a very lucky scenario, so it happens most with the unclaimed. (like me) my first encounter was the minotaur which started walking around our apartment complex sniffing for food. it didn't notice me because i read as more human then god and i was also significantly weaker at the time. some more recent encounters while in my bedroom (we're on the second floor) is seeing harpies and furies. i always used to confused harpies for furies and furies for harpies, but then i realized they have a vastly different appearance. furies being more demonic and terrifying with lots of scales, bumpps and claws- and harpies being half woman with feathery bird wings. they still like eating things though. i think i saw one try eating a satyr once.

[2-faced-lyr3]

The first monster encounter (and only to my knowledge) was a while ago before I knew I was demigod.

It was around 3am and I wake up full of dread, there's sounds coming from outside my bedroom window (I'm on the second floor of my house) sort of like a dog. It kept making these sounds that sort of sounded like 'hello' or maybe 'help', it sounded very off though.

I was pretty much frozen with fear, it's presence was very suffocating. (I've never experienced the same dread I did then). It took like 30ish minutes for it to move on and down the street. I could hear dogs barking for minutes after as it passed all the houses.

I have dealt with a fair amount of ghost shit though (my room was quite literally stolen from me for months) but no other monsters.

[2-faced-lyr3]

Been meditating and actually praying to my dad and it's make me feel so much better

[dionysianivy]

Hermes Charidotes

"The Giver of Joy." An epithet for Hermes Kharidóhtis.

[iiinvisiblemilk]

i lobe them….ough

[2-faced-lyr3]

I feel sick to my stomach, it's real but I don't think it's after me...

Good, thank god.

I won't even speak its name...

[kittyzinouterspaze]

Chapter one of School camping trip gone wrong

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86184661/chapters/227926016

You watched the condensation of your own breath accumulate on the window you were currently pressed against. Each pot hole the bus hit jostled its old metal frame, sending the droplets of water running down the stained glass. You made up a sort of race in your head, placing imaginary bets on which water droplet would win. You had started doing it in an attempt to keep yourself from going insane, but it only seemed to speed up the process.

Julie chattered on beside you. Your only saving grace in this hellhole. "And then he blocked me! Can you believe that?!" She huffed an irritated breath through her nose, tossing her honey-blonde locks over her shoulder. Her rouge painted lips tugged into a small pout as she leaned into your side.

The heat was unbearable, even more so with another body pressed against you, but you couldn't bring yourself to push her away. Finally, after four grueling hours, the bus rolled to a stop with a pitiful cough of the exhaust.

To put it nicely - the camp looked like shit.

From what you could see, there were two major cabins with faded wooden signs above the doors. One said 'Boys' and the other said 'Girls'. You guessed that's where everyone would be sleeping.

A little further beyond the cabins was a large wooden building with a steep set of stairs leading up to its metal double doors. The dining hall, maybe? And, of course, the center piece of the camp stood just at the edge of the woods.

The lake.

A beautiful shimmering body of brilliantly blue water. It almost made up for how run down the rest of the camp was. Almost.

Your feet kicked up dust as they made contact with the ground, your legs weak after hours of sitting. Your teachers, old sacks of hate and grumpiness, lingered near the bus. They had already explained that they wouldn't be staying with us, which seemed illegal but whatever. Your school wasn't exactly 'up to code' with most things.

You dragged your bags into the Girls cabin, calling dibs on a bottom bunk near the back. Julie took the bunk above yours, though slinked down to join you on yours soon after. Her fingers tangled in your long, black hair, tying it up into a loose ponytail. You grumbled a sincere thank you. Your hair was beginning to stick to your neck with sweat, and it was a less than enjoyable feeling.

You got maybe a few minutes to bask in the sweet chill of the AC before a counselor busted into the room, speaking far too loudly and cheerfully for the situation at hand. "Rise up campers! Dinner's in ten minutes. We're having pizza rolls!" He exclaimed, as if it was completely normal to serve pizza rolls to a bunch of teenagers at summer camp.

One girl lifted her head to stare at him blankly. He swiftly shuffled off soon after.

"Welp. There goes my diet." You commented dryly, earning a whine of agreement from Julie. You shuddered at the thought of having to survive seven days on nothing but pizza rolls. You suppose it was better than nothing - but still.

The dining hall was as sad as the cabins. The floor was lined with cheap plastic picnic tables and foldable chairs that looked like they'd give you scoliosis if you sat on them. Hesitantly, the two of you took a seat at an empty table near the back. A large window sat near the table, giving you a clear view into the forest surrounding the camp.

You rested your chin on your hand, staring out into the dark woods and watching the leaves slowly fall from the trees. The counselor was in the kitchen area of the dining hall, microwaving pack by pack of pizza rolls in an ancient looking microwave.

The scent of burnt plastic and melted cheese filled the air. Your nose twitched at the abrasive smell, stomach gurgling with a mix of hunger and disgust.

Julie held her phone high in the air, collapsing against the table dramatically when she realized there wasn't any signal out here. "I miss Instagram..." She sniffled. You patted her back sympathetically.

You could live without your phone for a few days, but it was still unnerving to not have the ability to contact anyone if you needed to. You decided not to dwell on it. It was only seven days. You'd live. Hopefully.

The counselor finally stepped out of the kitchen with a silver tray of pizza rolls. It was nothing fancy, yet he placed it down on the serving table near the front with flourish like it was some gourmet meal and not some sad budget meal.

You joined the growing line anyways, your stomach demanding you eat something or else it would throw a bitch fit. Julie sluggishly followed behind you, her heels dragging with a low screeching noise.

It seems your classmates didn't quite match your misery, though. The boys, after realizing there were no teachers to prevent them from pursuing some late night hookups with the girls, huddled near their pick of ladies. You mentally prayed that they'd hook up somewhere far away from the Girls cabin so you wouldn't have to hear them fooling around.

Ryan, your schools resident meat head jock, sauntered over to the two of you. "Mind if I join you magnificent ladies?" He questioned, chapped lips pulled into a smirk he thought was charming. It wasn't.

"Spell 'magnificent'." You deadpanned, eyes rolling so far back into your head you nearly saw your brain. Julie snickered beside you at the confused look that crossed his face. "Uh, that's easy." He shrugged confidently. "M-A-G-N-E-E-F-E-E-S-E-N-T."

You blinked in utter bewilderment. A nearby student broke out into loud cackles. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and for a moment, you almost felt bad for him. "There there, bud." You stiffly comforted him.

He sulked off to his gaggle of friends, pride wounded considerably.

You took your plate of lukewarm pizza rolls with a halfhearted smile, poking at the greasy dough. On the brighter side, there was a cooler of ice cold sodas waiting at the end of the table. You snagged two cans of Dr. Pepper, knowing you'd need them to scarf down your dinner.

Julie took a can of Pepsi and a can of Coke, tucking them under her arms along with her plate of pizza rolls.

You watched from your throne of uncomfortable plastic as everyone divided into their friend groups. You found great enjoyment in watching peoples faces twist in disgust as they bit into their pizza rolls.

You nibbled on your own pizza rolls, unsure of how to feel about the taste. It wasn't the worst - but it wasn't the best either. The soda made it a little easier to swallow the half-baked dough.

Dinner passed by in a blur of loud conversations and the counselors awkward attempts at speaking with us. Everyone ignored him for the most part. Poor guy.

Eventually, everyone filed out of the dining hall and left to do their own things. Some couples scurried off towards the outhouses for some privacy. Others retired to their cabins for the night.

You and Julie decided to take a walk around the camp to get used to its layout. And also for Julie to see if she could get service. You wanted to see if there were any nearby gas stations or grocery stores. You knew you wouldn't survive out here if every meal looked like tonights did.

Gravel and fallen leaves crunched beneath your boots. "Ugh, I could go for a nice cold shower right about now." You sighed, shoulder gently brushing against Julie's as you walked.

Your skin was still sticky with sweat, but the subtle breeze that blew around you was slowly cooling it. "You and me both." Julie piped up, dragging her long acrylic nails through her hair.

You could still hear some of your classmates laughing and goofing off somewhere behind you. The noise was comforting. Typically you wouldn't be venturing out so close to a forest at night, but the knowledge that you weren't alone eased your worries.

Goosebumps suddenly rose along your arms. You rubbed them with your hands absentmindedly.

Foolishly, you almost felt as if someone was... watching you.

You paid no heed to it. Your mind had a tendency to wander towards the extremes in situations like these. It was probably just a natural reaction to the cold. You wouldn't let your own paranoia destroy whatever peace you had left in this hellhole.

And so, you kept walking, laughing and joking with Julie without a care in the world. And when the counselor called out that it would be lights out soon, the two of you returned to your cabin hand-in-hand.

Julie slept with you in your bunk, of course. And despite the small mattress - which was barely big enough to hold one person - she managed to make it work.

Her arms wrapped around your middle, copper skin soft against your waist. You leaned into the embrace, sleep-addled brain seeking the warmth she provided like a moth to a flame.

Whether it was a result of the long bus ride or the greasy food, you fell asleep rather quickly, drifting off into comforting nothingness.

No dream crossed your unconscious. They never did, really. But a flash of red appeared in the back of your mind just as you drifted off.

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That's it for the first chapter! Hope you all enjoyed <3 Have a nice day/night wherever you are and I'll see you next time !!!!

[thedualitan]

A complete overview on Original Concepts

-Written by the Nymph of Light and Life

"My light has been blown out, the wind carrying on my dreams."

In the Magical community, concepts are everywhere. Namely, the PMMM concept. You'll find plenty of information on this concept, it won't take much searching to get help and advice. However, outside of this bubble, other concepts tend to have little to no information or guides on them. This is especially evident with Original concepts. Original Concepts have very little information or guides on how to make one, causing a lot of misinformation and confusion to spread among them. This posts purpose is to give a thorough explanation of Original Concepts and answer common questions.

"What is an Original Concept?"

An Original Concept, which I'll refer to as OGC from now on, is a magic system not stemming from any existing media. OGC's don't come in set forms, but the bottom line is that they aren't already from an established magickal system. For example, the Cycle Magi concept isn't an OGC as it's derived from PMMM. OGC's can be pre-existing, which means it was made/created before someone joined it, or an OGC can be entirely created from scratch by someone. If an OGC is pre-existing, that doesn't invalidate it from OGC's made from scratch. As I said earlier, if it isn't from an already existing piece of media then it counts as an OGC.

"How do OGC's work?"

A commonly asked question is how an OGC functions, and while a broad question, what most people mean to ask is how you're able to fight beings that aren't from any media's or where you'd get your magic from. In order to explain this question, we need to understand two things first: Manifestation and Entities.

"What is manifestation?"

Manifestation is the ability to bring your desires and goals into reality through various methods, often associated with the LOA (Law of Assumption.) It's the belief that you can use your mind and other forces to manipulate energy to fit your will and give you what you want.

"What are entities?"

Entity is a catch all term for non physical beings. Spirits, deities, demons, angels, all of them count as entities. It's a broad umbrella term. Kyubeys/Incubators, as an example, are entities as they're not physical beings.

Now that those two are explained, we can properly answer this question. OGC's are usually a mix of manifestation and entities. Some don't have any manifesting involved, and some don't have any entities involved, but to keep this simple, we'll assume OGC's all use a mix of both. When making an OGC, a good amount of manifestation plays into it. This could be through subliminals, praying, or other methods. It's not too different how others in different established concepts can manifest the powers they want.

When it comes to entities in an OGC, thats where most confusion comes in. A lot of people wonder how you can fight something that hasn't been previously documented, and it's a valid question. The main reason I explained entities earlier is because to answer this question, you have to understand the definition of entity. Entities are any non physical being, this includes things that haven't been documented before. These entities have existed in some capacity before said OGC came into effect. For example, demons exist in many cultures, and weren't documented in the Abrahamic Faiths until the bible was written, but they've always existed. That's how entities in OGC's work. The same applies for familiars. Not every familiar in existence has been documented, and if someone is manifesting a familiar for their concept, a familiar that fits what they want will come to them.

Note: When talking to Familiars or other entities, vetting is still necessary. Please always verify who you're talking to, OGC entities are not immune to trickster spirits.

Note 2: Contracts are not required for a concept. They have been popularized by the PMMM concept, but you don't need a contract in your concept.

"How are OGC's made?"

OGC's can be made in a variety of ways. For simplicity, we'll talk as if we're making one from scratch.

The most common method people use to make an OGC is to script. Scripting is writing down your desires as if they've already happened. OGC scripting is similar to reality shifting scripting, except it's for this reality. A lot of people start off by brainstorming ideas for what they want. They may think of a specific theme they have in mind, powers they want, if they want to fight or not, etcetera. A lot of people also think about what'd best fit them as a person. Most people's OGC's resonate with them deeply and are tied to their core identity. Not everyone scripts though, even if they're starting from scratch. Some people script very vaguely or very in depth. It changes person to person.

The next step for a lot of people is to begin manifesting it. The methods for this vary, one could use subliminals, the next person might use prayers, some might do different LOA methods, it all depends on what that person wants.

If an OGC wasn't made by the person who joined it and was made by an outside force, this'll look a lot different. For one, if an entity approaches you with a concept and after you've vetted it, it's recommended to take time and think on the offer, if it's really what you want. Since it wasn't made by you, less is in your control. It's hard to speak objectively in this scenario, it varies concept to concept, so for a lot of people figuring things out will be purely individual.

"What are open, semi closed, and closed concepts?"

This is the status of one's concept. It's basically saying if you can or can't join.

"What is an open concept?"

An open concept is a concept anyone can join, you don't need permission from the owner or outside forces.

"What is a semi closed concept?"

A semi closed concept means you need permission from the owner or outside forces of a concept, you cannot join on your own or whenever you want. For example, you may need to be initiated into a concept or be found by others in it.

"What is a closed concept?"

A closed concept is a concept that cannot be entered at all. Anyone outside of the concept isn't allowed in and won't be allowed in. This can be for a number of reasons.

If you're considering joining someone else's concept, you need to ask them about the status of their concept. It is very important you ask to prevent any drama or misunderstandings. It's important to respect the boundaries of someone's concept. If it's closed, don't join it. If it's semi closed and you were already denied, don't beg to join it. Even if it's open, don't be ridiculous or rude regarding the concept. A lot of OGC's are very personal and dear to the practitioners inside of them. Respecting their concept is common decency.

As you finish up reading this post, I hope you leave with a better understanding of OGC's, how they function, and what they are.

-Signing off, The Nymph.

[2-faced-lyr3]

I find myself unbound from it. it's as if I'm young again. Have I strayed too far from his grasp this time? It seems unlikely but my mind is clear today.

Already is my soul bound again but my mind is clear. Perhaps it is my fate to be bound. My mind is clear today.

[dollqueer-meowbahh]

Have some questions about a post you made a while back..

You were talking about slenderman/becoming a proxy.

I am wondering how you view that... Like how dark is your interpretation/knowledge on the topic.

As the fandom is made mostly up of head canons.

Asking because of curiosity but also wondering if my memories match up with your thoughts.. wondering if I'm in an alternate reality I suppose.

@2-faced-lyr3 {Jeff}

im not an expert on slenderman as an egregore, but i know the basic information on him and proxywork. proxies are either seeked/chosen or chose to become one- either way, much like the incubator kyubey; slenderman is a predatory deity, one who hunts for people suffering or being abused or is suffering mental illness- and enhances it behind the scenes, leading you directly to it. "slenderman" is more realistically known as "the operator" to his proxies, and doesn't have a set name. slenderman is an entity that can warp both reality and ones sense of reality, hence why most proxies end up with more mental illnesses then they started with. i also know that "slenderman" feeds on the negative energy that is created when a proxy to be devotes themself to him, and then continues to keep the cycle going by making that new proxy keep finding more and indoctrinating them into the "operation." overall; we ended up not working with him due to the obvious above aswell as well as the following.

similar to primordial gods, contracts with the operator can never and will never break. when a proxy is indoctrinated, claimed, then begins training; they are mind broken and this "operator" marks them, carving and/or burning a sigil into their skin.

"slenderman" is not a friend. slenderman will not give you grace. unlike the myths, slenderman can essentially split ones mind in half, no matter who or what they are. this leads me to believe that the operator may very well be more then just an alien.

proxy training isn't just fighting other proxies, its going through intense and severe forms of torture, including mental, physical, sexual, and verbal. all of which is to deprogram you, dehumanize you, delude you, and make sure you cannot and will never act on your own free will again.

[dollqueer-meowbahh]

warning for any magick practitioners who want to practice hemokinesis/blood bending

throughout my life as a daughter of dionysus, i'm very familar with the side effects of blood-bending and including blood in your magick in general. i can't stop you from taking on bloodbending, but i won't feel good if i don't make a PSA on the effects of hemokinesis specifically. (coming from a sorceress)

hemokinesis is the ability to manipulate blood in multiple ways, depending on how experienced you are. but don't think just because you have power over blood you are immune to side effects.

side effects of blood manipulation (that i know of/have experienced):

anemia

thrombosis

heart palpitations

blood loss (assuming you are drawing from your own body).

warning signs you are overexerting your body:

you begin to feel light headed

your hands and feet start to turn pale and cold

heart rate begins to increase slightly

faint lightheadedness when standing

you start to feel the beginning of fatigue (which is universal for anyone overexerting their powers)

when to STOP (aka if you don't it can be fatal):

you begin to feel incredibly thirsty

you are dizzy

you are confused and start to forget

your skin turns cool and clammy

urine output decreased (this effect can last for quite a while until you recover, but its most noticeable side effects that can be felt are dark colored urine, dry mouth, less frequent urination, dizziness and confusion, all of which can sorta blend with the other symptoms above. keep in mind this only occurs when blood loss begins and you idiotically keep trucking through *totally not me lol why would i ever project that onto you guys /silly*)

more on the stages of blood loss

[2-faced-lyr3]

While I'm not sure that it's true I believe the sysmember that was running this blog has gone dormant. Still not sure as she belongs to a subsystem and I can't exactly check...

We have a new guy that's actually friggin perfect for mimic hunting though so he might take over this blog

[2-faced-lyr3]

Subsystem is gone

Bye bye

[loiter-rex]

HyperLabeled

[ hyper - labeled ]

A term for those who want every aspect of their existence to have a label attributed to it; for those who hoard terms and labels; for those who collect labels, no matter how frivolous or cosmetic they may seem

already coined? consider this an alt.

subterms:

(L) JoyHyperLabeled — (R) SpiteHyperLabeled

JoyHyperLabeled: a term for those who experience joy from being hyperlabeled

SpiteHyperLabeled: a term for those who identify as hyperlabeled out of spite towards beings who say there are “too many flags” or that “microlabels are stupid”

[2-faced-lyr3]

While I'm not sure that it's true I believe the sysmember that was running this blog has gone dormant. Still not sure as she belongs to a subsystem and I can't exactly check...

We have a new guy that's actually friggin perfect for mimic hunting though so he might take over this blog

[dollqueer-meowbahh]

to celebrate my return to tumblr, here is a list of tips for demigods struggling to survive. (sources: chiron, percy and annabeth, the gods + my own experiences)

no, you cannot singlehandedly take on a monster (ie:the minotaur, echidna, even "safer" monsters like wild centuars) without help. this is something i was taught by percy and annabeth while attending camphalfblood lessons. it is unrealistic for one lone demigod to encounter a monster, fight it; and not die. if you encounter a monster roaming around, ignore it. especially if its not interested in you. most demigods aren't given that chance, so if you are- take it. you're lucky. technology can flare monsters, especially modern technology. the older your device of choice is; the safer. to add onto that note; if you notice that a certain technology (ex; a modern television since most mortals have that in their household) starts to glitch when you come around, don't engage with it further. technology tends to glitch as both a warning sign and a result of the demigods power/energy. if you don't already have a magical weapon, you can make one by astral projecting (or if you are already attending camp physically, just skip this step.) and going to the Hephaestus forge in camphalfblood and have a child of Hephaestus guide you in making your weapon and attaching it to a physical item since (for those who can't attend camp physically) you can't really take the item out of the astral.

as demigods, its only natural that mortal society doesn't take us seriously. we already have a slue of mental disabilities that comes along with being an unnatural force. this one comes from experience; don't tell people you are a demigod, especially if its a mental health caretaker (therapist, psychiatrist, ect) because mortals are not built to take on such information, and best case scenario: you'll probably be diagnosed as delusional and/or schizophrenic. this isn't to scare any demigods, just to warn them to be cautious with whom they share their heritage with. remember, if you have no way to prove that you are a halfblood to a mortal (which is the reality for all demigods, considering humans can't even perceive our true dna.) you can and will be perceived as crazy.

[purple-magic-111]

Why is figuring out your godly parent so hard..?

Im still not sure if im a demigod but I've had no luck in my endeavors. Beside the feeling that when I say 'I am a demigod' I feel as if I know for a fact. I am one.

My friend has the gut feeling of my father being Hades

But it doesn't feel right to me, makes my head feel weird, a weird pressure that hurts. Maybe it is right and im just gaslighting myself

My brain keeps wrapping back to lord poseidon, but that makes me seem like a pick me I feel. Though my connection to water might be what calls me to him

The sea and ocean feel as if they run in our veins

But i dont want to anger him with my question as what if I am wrong

But lord hades hasn't given me anything

Any tips would be appreciated../nf

[2-faced-lyr3]

I would honestly go with your gut!! There isn't much you can do to figure out your godly parent besides asking who you suspect or nitpicking your life apart to see if they said hi every once and a while.

The Gods won't be mad if you ask, they're too old for that. As long as you're respectful you'll be completely fine.