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Also I made cookies earlier so-
[Sets plate of cookies down]
You guys can snack while decorating :P
AWESOME WHAT KIND?!??!
Wishmonger, thank you for the tales you've spun for the brothers. I don't have a question about them today, but I do have one about you: what are you? I know you're not Zabrak or human, you've given us too many clues otherwise, so I can only assume you're... something else.
Dathomir is an ancient world, and many species have called it home: the Kwa, the Rakata, the Paeceans, and humans too -- those that appeared without explanation who would leave to form the early Je'daii order on other worlds, and others more attuned to the energies here, who would later build their temples and schools, whose edifices were lost to Dathomir's jungles and swamps.
Sith and Witches, too -- those who've tried to harness the wild magic found beneath its gravethorn groves and bogs, those too young to remember the time before.
And still, there are others here too, great sentient creatures, beasts meant for war that have grown wild with the ichor, and other forgotten and abandoned creatures fashioned from Dark Side alchemy -- children left to ruin.
What am I?
Though my influence might not stretch beyond the reach of my claws, I see with many eyes, and I feel deeply in every chamber of my hearts: when Dathomir bleeds, so do I.
I have watched your little empires rise and fall for more than thirty thousand years, child.
Ask yourself, not what but whom, because this is the riddle, and perhaps you should not ask questions you truly do not wish the answer to though your heart may be pure and you hope to see with that unflinching stare of yours...
That which dwells in shadow may be beautiful too. Monstrous, yes, but everything in the dark can be lovely, even the terrors... from a certain point of view.
Let's talk a little Gede.
Gede (or Ghede/Guede) is the family/nation of spirits of the elevated dead in Haitian Vodou. Often referred to as 'he', there are female Gede, trans Gede, Gede who are children...really, Gede of all types since all people die.
Gede is known for his lascivious behavior. He cracks a lot of dirty jokes, says utterly filthy things, and dances provocatively. Death has freed him from social conventions and he says and does what he pleases with whom he pleases, when it pleases him. He reminds us of the pleasures and goodness of life; laughter, drinking, dancing, and sex (makes the world go 'round...).
And yet...Gede is the seriousness of death. He is a truth-teller, even if getting the truth out of him is difficult dance. He says the hard things and can cut right to the heart of the issue because Gede sees all. It's often taken as a dick joke, but Gede will say, when asked why he wears broken sunglasses, he has one eye on his food and one eye to see the world or one eye for pleasure. Nothing misses his gaze.
Being that he is the most recently human of all the lwa, he has a deep understanding of humanity. He understands our sufferings and has deep compassion for us in that way, though his compassion should never be understood as tacit approval of us not seeking to do our best in our lives.
As he has no rules, he embodies no real prejudice about who people are and what they do. He picks up those who would be cast out or cast aside and calls them his children, because Gede knows all too well what it means to be forgotten or sent away. I have experienced him as especially overseeing LGBTQ+ folks and struggles we especially face; one time, a Gede told me that she saw a lot of people 'like you' (trans and gendevariant folks) anba dlo who had died before it was their time, and that it did not have to be like that.
Additionally, there are not too many things that Gede cannot embrace. People who have committed crimes or been incarcerated, people who use drugs, people who are homeless, sex workers, folks who are undocumented...all of these groups who get ignored or shunned are Gede's children. He takes what is unwanted and holds it close.
Gede is the end of the line of sorts, though. If Gede has turned against you--if you have failed him, which takes some SERIOUS effort--no one can make that right. He can dig your grave or fill it in, but no one and no other spirit can overrule him. I was reminded recently by a quote from my mother in a book...even when he is digging your grave, there is another Gede trying to fill it in, as the balance of life is found in forgiveness and compassion, if we seek out the right things for us. There was a time when Gede was mildly unhappy with me and my lack of attention to him, and, in the head of a priest, he looked me in the eye and said that if I did not get right with him, I would have no other spirits or anything else in my life. We fixed that problem, but it is a warning I have never forgotten.
As he stands at the crossroads of life and death, Gede is the special guardian of children and babies. He is deeply concerned about the next generation and the promise of continued life, and so people often bring sick babies and children to him. Folks with difficult pregnancies seek him out as well, and those difficult pregnancies often result in a child whom Gede claims as his own. Gede is often the last hope for those with severe illness who have not found help anywhere else; Gede can reverse death and restore some semblance of health. In situations where there is no option, he is the comfort of the dying.
All people have access to Gede because all people will die and all people have been touched by death. He is a gate that some folks come to when they are on their way to the lwa, and can be approached by all who seek his guidance or aid, if they are willing to pay his prices.
Gede enjoys the colors purple, black, and white, and often dresses in black suits (like a funeral suit). He is the Imelda Marcos of hats...he LOVES hats. If he can put it on his head, he wants to wear it. Bowler cap, fedora, cowboy hat, witch's hat, party hat...whatever. If it's a hat, a Gede will wear it. I have four hats for Gede on his chair, and he has been VERY CLEAR that this is not enough.
Gede will often wear sunglasses with one lens popped out, and will take a baton/Haitian-style cane and smoke cigarettes. He likes imagery of penises and vulvas, so he often gets penis/vulva candles, lifelike dildos, porn mags, condoms, and other associated novelties.
There are many special drinks for Gede, but many Gede enjoy piman, a kleren or white rum based drink with scotch bonnet peppers in it, and coffee--two cups, please; one with sugar and one without. While drinking or smoking, he'll dance, and banda and maskawon are two of the more well-known bawdy Gede dances, complete with hip rolls and thrusts.
Remember your inevitable death and remember that the grave will embrace us all. Gede welcomes your prayers and coffee (and penises..), and he sees all of you in all your humanity without judgment. Scratch the Dead Man's...back, and he'll, uh, scratch yours.
Kwa senbo!
WE RESPECT LITTLE DUCKS DANCERS
KWA KWA KWA
First post of my Airsoft comeback. Here is my KWA Kris's Vector with a PTS carry handle sight. I prefer pistol sights for CQB. I'm waiting for a flashlight to arrive that I'm placing under the carry handle.
Bought a couple of the new Smg45 mags that KWA released, which are identical to Kriss mags. thank god for those.
Fun fact: I was one of the first people to get this gun from Airsoft GI when it was released, my dad was lucky to get one. (Yeah I was younger)