Y a-t-il des joueureuses de #magic#mtg qui habitent #toulouse ? Je reprends après 20 ans de pose (oui), je suis plutôt novice et j'aimerais jouer, et je sais pas OÙ aller, si possible quelques part où y aura pas QUE des mecs, ça existe 😭?
Et une ambiance chill, pas ultra compétitive.
Merci !!!
@Tr4bend0@toulouse sur Toulouse je conseille Relic (métro St-michel) ou Fantasy Sphère (entre Jean Jaurès et St Aubin). Par contre c'est sur c'est des commu avec 95% de mecs 😅
On St. Andrew's Night, you can use a magical ritual in order to discover your future lover - but this ritual can easily result in tragedy in the long run.
A good number of years ago, I was visiting a colleague in Krakow, and the visit happened to include St Andrew's Day.
Inevitably, we went to a party, where there was fortune telling (students dressed as witches). by interpreting the patterns of wax poured into water.. Anyway, I was told I'd be engaged to be married within the year. I laughed, but I was (and we're still together 23 years later)
Oh, there are far worse nobles in German folk tales than this one.
The folk storytellers of old had plenty of contact with actual nobles, and thus felt less inclined to come up with pro-monarchy propaganda the way Disney does.
I finished Ovid's Metamorphoses last night. (McCarter translation)
I expected mythology but I was surprised by the amount of magic. Like, woman with wild hair in the woods at night with a wand and cauldron, mixing herbs and casting spells.
I guess I had associated that with more Germanic (Grimm fairy tales) literature. Apparently a lot of that imagery comes from Rome.
I liked when Pythagoras randomly shows up at the end for a rant on vegetarianism. (After reading stories about people turning into animals it kind of makes sense)
I agree the Icarus story was very vivid and emotional. It does sound kind of cliché, but it really was one of the best stories in the book.
I really loved The House of Sleep and the House of Rumor.
And the king who had a single lock of purple hair that made him invincible.
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The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, by Michael Chabon. You, alone of your family escape the holocaust as a teenager, and parlay your drawing skills into a lucrative career cartooning superheroes in America; but even with a side gig as a magician, you can not escape the past, can not avenge it, and struggle to keep it out of your future. 3 of 5 library cats 🐈 🐈 🐈
@kenthompson@bookstodon It's many years since I've read it but still remember it as a great book. Sadly at advanced years will probably not be able to return to it.
Such tales are widespread enough in German folklore that I assume that this kind of narrative was already well-established before the publication of "Das Kloster".
@juergen_hubert
Of course! But also the specific phrasing of 'character'?
I always assumed (but that's rather guesswork) that this term found it's way via the Grimoires published in France via 'Bibliothèque Bleu', when a mass market also for spellbooks was established (like 'le caractère de Lucifuge Rofocale' in that infamous pseudo/parodic Grimoire) @germany@folklore
When I dream, I often feel like I'm borrowing someone else's life for a little while. My age, race, and gender are often different from my waking life. I occasionally feel like I'm visiting a "what if" version of Earth, an alternate. Sometimes, I even find portals between possibilities.
These stories are all based on dreams I've had.
I'll add more as time goes on.
Sometimes, in my dreams, an endless stream of things will come out of my mouth. Glass, metal, living things, goo. Sometimes, things come out of other places.
Sometimes, when I dream, there are magic spells, and elemental manipulation, and communicating with anything, animals, insects, the earth itself.
Sometimes, I'm in danger.
Sometimes, when I dream, I walk through walls, I peer into directions that I have no names for, I breakthrough to some greater understanding of the universe.
Sometimes, it starts small. It starts with self-preservation, with fear.
But that's not how it ends.
#WhenIDream
I have #NightTerrors or #SleepParalysis occasionally. I've managed to work through it by twisting the feeling into something interesting or positive. It's not always easy to just "let it happen" and see where it goes.
Anyway, this time, I "woke up" and felt something on my face. It went sideways from there into body horror, science fiction, even a bit of comedy.
I asked "why would the spiders be doing this?" and my subconscious definitely came up with something interesting.
I can't move my head.
I see my wife beside me in bed.
Reading.
"Please help me," I say.
She ignores me.
I see the black sticks again.
Legs.
They are legs.
Weaving.
Spider legs.