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inner-viper · 2 months

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Your first time with your FS (Detailed Ver)

Hello, I decided to do this reading because surprisingly I haven’t done a full version of it.

Pile 1

The Cosmic Slumber Tarot:

Five of Cups, King of Torches, Nine of Pentacles, The Magus, and Ten of Torches

Tarot of Sexual Magic:

The Empress, 8 of Wands, 9 of Pentacles, Ace of Chalices, and 3 of Swords

This will happen when you are feeling sad, I feel like something upset you and you will want to feel comforted. Perhaps throughout the day, someone made a rude remark. For some who choose this pile, you are having a bad day. You will be focusing on the remark or the negativity. Sometimes you have tendencies to get into your head, and this is one of those days. No worries because you can always try your best to just be!

Now, your FS will want to cheer you up. They will notice that there is something off about you. I am getting this vibe that some of your FS was the one making the rude remark. Anyway, they will want to make up the day for you! They will take you out on a trip, shopping, eating, and strolling around. On this particular day, they are feeling horny, they will be in their sexual energy and will desire to be one with you.

So I see that people who choose this pile have a rich FS. They got their money up and their finances are taken care of, this means that they will take care of you. They will invite you to a fancy hotel with amazing views, or it could be their luxurious place. I see that they have set up the bed and would like to have things prepared for you, I see that you both did plan to have a date in mind! After a long non-sexual relationship, you both are ready to dive into a new experience together!

The sexual act will be fun, it will feel reliving. It’s like you both are finally reaching the highs that you wanted to with each other. I see that you both like to spend some time together reminiscing about your time spent together. It will be a cute moment, where you both will stare into each other and admire each other. Seeing through one another, walls being torn and your soul staring at the other present soul.

You both carry past burdens that may have been affecting your relationship, there will be a sense of wanting to liberate yourselves from setbacks. This is a beautiful transformation that will happen, you both will move on to the next chapter. It’s like a rite of passage, things are more serious and commitment is strong. Lust has been invoked in its purest form, a sinful desire lies awake. Ready to consume each other.

You will be dominant…

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Pile 2

TW: Degrading

The Cosmic Slumber Tarot:

Six of Torches, Eight of Swords, Six of Pentacles, Prince of Cups, and Prince of Pentacles

Tarot of Sexual Magic:

Temperance, 8 of Chalices, 5 of Swords, Knave of Swords, and 7 of Swords

You are someone who is popular, a person that is for the community. You represent something strong in other people’s lives, everyone who has chosen this pile has a heart of gold. Your general energy feels like someone who wants to help their community and build a safe space for everyone. Some people who have chosen this pile are famous, or very well-known in their communities!

Now, your FS knows that you are someone who is charismatic. You are charming and playful, someone who speaks well and knows where they are headed in life. I see that there will be a scenario that they will be jealous of you because of how attractive you are. There could be an instance of a person coming towards you and flirting with you. They may not be there at first and could be walking towards you and will get upset that someone is trying to steal you away from them.

Although, your intentions and actions mean well. In your perspective, it is your job to be charming. To be a little flirtatious and that doesn’t mean you want to leave your partner for someone else. Your partner may be sensitive at times because they are afraid of you leaving them for someone else. You will explain to them how you view this interaction and they will calm down.

You are beautiful and they know that your features and body are beautiful! You will playfully tease them after they cool down. Your attention will be back on them and you will focus on flirting with your partner. Making them feel special and having all the attention to themselves. This will eventually lead to an evening of passionate lustful sex. Your desires grow for each other, they will be feening to take control. Showing who is the one who “owns” you.

They can be quite selfish and over-possessive. This will be evident in the evenings that you both spend with each other. They can be childish at times, and they aren’t focused on the world around them. Although, they will be awakened to mark you up, to see you being “owned”, this manifests in their sexual desires and fantasies.

They will want to put their face in your butt…

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Pile 3

The Cosmic Slumber Tarot:

Princess of Swords, Eight of Cups, Temperance, Four of Cups, Eight of Torches

Tarot of Sexual Magic:

Knave of Chalices, 10 of Swords, 9 of Swords, 8 of Wands, and 3 of Chalices

This will happen when you are in a state of being strong, independent, and confident. You have this fearless energy around you, or you are perceived that way by many. Your FS thinks that you are someone who is strong and is always standing up for yourself. They will find it very attractive, it’s a quality that elevates your character.

There seem to be some challenges that you will face on that day, you both have spoken about wanting to drift your relationship into something more. You both will discuss things and mention how the current relationship doesn’t feel that “serious” despite the both of you being very serious and committed to each other. A venture into a new path, what lies ahead is a testament to your passionate love, lust, and emotions.

There will be some waiting period for this event to occur, you both will remain patient and may engage in phone sex. There will be risky messages sent, private photos, and videos. It’s erotic, also it seems like some of you are confident over the phone but in person. If that doesn’t resonate with you, then it could be your FS. There is attention to detail on their end, they will point out the things you mention when you both meet up.

However, someone here is shy and will want to initiate sex. There is an insecurity stemming from this person. They don’t feel confident enough to bring it up, and this could be your FS. You may be the one to lead because of their shy personality, but once they are in bed they aren’t shy anymore. It’s a very contrasting relationship but one that compliments each other.

The sexual act will be fast, there will be a climax reached in a short time. There does seem to be a focus on wanting to bring new experiences that can bring both of you closer. I see that you both will explore different kinks, positions, and locations. It is like a journey of sexual freedom, you both after this experience will feel comfortable sharing your specific likes and dislikes.

There will be an emotional bond that will develop..

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starryknight-tarot · 6 months

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𝓨𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓻 𝓝𝓸

pile 1 -- > pile 2 -- > pile 3 pile 4 -- > pile 5 -- > pile 6

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Hello my beautiful souls ✨ I am here with a really super quick and short pac for y'all. Let me know if you want more short readings like these. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath, and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't. The artist is dayrisfelix in ig.

Pile 1

Card: Four of Pentacles

Yes, but careful. Don't let fear and worry control your judgement. You are working towards something stable and if not careful can end up in a bad situation. This pile might be the closest to a maybe but for most of you it is a yes.

Advice Cards: Put your tasks and goals in order

Yes you can . . . Set it in motion!

The key is in the application. Practice!

Channeled Song:

Pile 2 Card: Knight of Cups

Yes, your situation is looking optimistic and should go well! Just remember that you can't be in your head about it and work needs to be done.

Advice Cards:

It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul

Release all attachments that do not serve you

Physically and/or mentally, shape up

Channeled Song:

Pile 3 Cards: Seven of Cups

Yes, just remember to make your choices wisely and opportunities will come your way! Take things slowly and try not to make any rash decisions.

Advice Cards:

It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul

Practice the pause

Remain faithful to your ideal and find trust within yourself

Channeled Song:

Pile 4 Card: The Hermit

No, right now you need to take time to yourself and plan out your next moves. You need to be patient and do some reflecting on which path is the best to take.

Advice Cards:

Issues of balance are at hand

You may need to take a break from the situation or simple take rest

A rite of passage allows you to move forward into new realms

Channeled Song:

Pile 5

Card: Seven of Wands

Yes, stand your ground and stay confident in your decisions. Express what you want and it will naturally come to you.

Advice Cards:

Give yourself your own approval

Act on what you know

Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Channeled Song:

Pile 6 Card: Five of Swords

No, there is inner conflict that you need to work on before you can move forward. You may also be letting your fears control your decision making and it is hurting you.

Advice Cards:

The Universe supports your stance and decision

Have a closer look at your family situation

Control is an illusion. Surrender and allow the Universe to guide you.

Channeled Song:

Thank you for tuning in ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

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tarotwithlove · 7 months

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PICK A CARD ⋆ where is your current career path leading you?

reminder that this is a general reading and messages found here may not apply to everyone. take what resonates, leave what doesn't, and don't force anything if it does not fit.

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GROUP ONE

cards · king of swords, page of wands (reversed), king of wands (reversed), strength, king of pentacles (reversed), the star.

songs · caffeine by eyedi. the rapper that came to tea - interlude by little simz. start it up by alex mali.

hey there group one ♡ your current career path may, for a long time, offer you little more than uncertainty. you may feel hopeful about your career path and race forward with great passion and drive, only to crash and grow despondent when things don’t immediately turn out the way that you want them to.

this is not so much a message regarding your career path that’s coming through here as it is, rather, a message regarding your work ethic. whatever career you pursue will likely fall to pieces around you, leaving you with very little to show for your time and effort, because your work ethic is simply lacking. it is one thing to move from a place of passion, and another to be consistent.

get over the idea that things need to be perfect and they need to be perfect right now.

this mindset is only going to keep you from achieving your dreams and seeing the kind of career successes you want to see. imagine what the world would look like if everyone gave up after a few months or years, how cold and empty that would be. you will not achieve your goals overnight. kill the part of you that thinks you can and go forward prioritising consistency over perfectionism and hard work over immediate success.

GROUP TWO

cards · five of swords, five of cups (reversed), justice, king of pentacles, seven of wands, ten of pentacles.

songs · prisoner by the weeknd & lana del rey. freedom by beyoncé. diva by beyoncé.

hey there group two ♡ it may be slow going, but your current career path is leading you towards wealth and success - to the kind of wealth that makes you much, much more than just financial stability.

it may not feel like it at times - in fact, you may spend a lot of your life as it currently is feeling hopeless and at a loss - but you are walking towards your destiny. you are walking towards the life that is meant for you, that is even greater than anything you could ever have dreamed of or asked the divine for.

you may experience some hiccups along the road, taking jobs just to have some income or working in a field that you have no interest in just to get by. but this will be temporary.

think of it as a rite of passage, or as an interesting part of your backstory. do whatever you have to do to get through this time, but do not give up on your dream.

you may not have the same opportunities or connections as others, making it difficult to be where you want to be in life. but that does not mean you will never have the kind of career success you wish for. it just might take you a little bit longer. and that’s fine. is there really a deadline on when you can succeed? on when you can become successful? no, there is not. keep going, keep doing what you’re doing, because you will one day find that you are exactly where you have always wanted to be.

GROUP THREE

cards · three of cups, seven of cups (reversed), nine of pentacles, four of cups, the fool, wheel of fortune.

songs · don’t want it by lil nas x. forever only by jaehyun. eighteen (end of my world) by key.

hey there group three ♡ your current career path may be one that leads to you receiving accolades and recognition. your heart may not be in your current career or in the career you end up following, but it’s enough for you because it provides you stability and financial security. this may even be a job you start because it’s all that’s available, only to stay with this company for the next twenty or thirty years.

and while you may come to love your career, what it has done for you, and what it has allowed you to do for others, your heart may not be in it at all. so you will find yourself financially satisfied, but not emotionally or mentally satisfied.

this current career path may cause you to make a drastic change later on in your life. you will think about the years you have given to this career and wonder what would happen if you can give some of that time to yourself and following your own passions - whatever these passions may be.

and because this job has provided you with such financial security that you can afford to live off your savings and investments for a certain period of time, you will decide to leave it to find yourself or to pursue a completely different career path.

you will find yourself as a complete beginner again. and while you may at times wish for the security of your old career, you will never want to go back.

for some of you, you may even be quitting your jobs to sail the world. something fun and adventurous like that!

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faerytreealtars · 7 months

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₊˚⊹♡ Your Love Story ˏˋ°•*⁀➷♡•°`.

Hello again, Saplings! 🌱 A new PAC today that I hope you enjoy, take a deep breath, and choose whatever images resonate with your soul and heart, Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I wouldn't say I am one for love readings, Don't get me wrong I adore Love, helping and seeing others find the love worth them and bringing loving energies into this world, and that comes in many forms throughout life but I personally feel more drawn to focusing on self-love, we shouldn't chase after love. Whatever is meant to find you will find you, the right time and right place. That's my belief, perhaps a bit stoic in its methods. Still, I know many of my lovely saplings do care for love readings, and in appreciation of all of you I have made this reading which tells a little snippet of your love story.

I would love to hear if the message you received resonated with you, so don’t feel afraid to comment, for it makes me so happy to connect with you all! 💕

Song: Exist for Love - Aurora

Faery-Tale: The Little Mermaid - "We must all make our sacrifices in the name of true love, are you willing to make yours?"

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Pile 1

[Cards: Knight of Swords, Four of Pentacles & Ten of Cups + "The Tinderbox Soldier: Ambition" ]

This is a love story spanning years or centuries, this true love is one that is from the past, Perhaps you knew of them in childhood, or for others, I am picking up a past life connection that is unbreakable even through death and rebirth you will find each other again and again. Before this love story can open up to chapter one many of you will be making an important decision that will be bringing the final chapters of your old life to a conclusion. This will allow the new book of life to begin with your soulmate as a main character in it. In any case, they will be the ones to approach first. They will come across as very well-spoken & intelligent, perhaps a bit of a charmer. This may cause some mistrust at first as they may come across as a 'player' But they are actually a very mature, loyal, and stable person looking for a lasting and fulfilling connection. If they are not mature & stable they're not the one. You may meet overseas, while traveling or on a trip of some-kind

Pile 2

[Cards: The Hierophant, Two of Wands & Knight of Pentacles + "The Frog Prince: Intimacy"]

This love story may begin with a change in jobs, or workplace, or the beginning of a creative passion project close to your heart. This person may join up with you to work on this project or be a colleague, I'm also hearing for a very small percentage of you they may be a client, take that only if it resonates and is allowed in your job role. I got overwhelmed with the feeling of annoyance and stress while shuffling the cards so I think this person may annoy you at first, they will not seem your type or there was a misunderstanding at the beginning of the connection. Besides that, I see a traditional and loving courtship taking place with the masculine energy taking charge but remaining gentlemanly & courteous. It will be a slow-burn relationship but that is what will bring more fulfillment and deep bonds to the connection. You will both create a life of comfortable abundance and stability together.

Pile 3

[Cards: Wheel of Fortune, Five of Wands & Strength + "Red Riding Hood: Rites of Passage"]

This is a love story that has been devotedly written, watched, and protected by higher beings, spirits, and angels. This is a high-level soulmate or twin-flame connection so don't expect it to be easy, it will require deep strength, persistence, and patience on both your parts for it to work, but it will be guided and protected always. Do not worry or fuss over how to meet them or when it will happen for these divine unions are unpredictable, the advice today is to focus on yourself and live your life for you, not some mystery soulmate. The rest is being shrouded from me as it is not yet to be known by us mere mortals - actually, I'm getting the Frodo Baggins meme "All right, then keep your secrets" in my head so sorry that's all I've got for you today

Many thanks to all of you lovely souls, Your Guardian Spirits and Angels, and, your future loves too for letting me do this reading for all of you. I hope you enjoyed it!

If you are looking for more in-depth readings catered to only you, and you alone. Feel free to check out my personal readings, the link is up top or you can check this helpful post to understand how my readings will aim to help you!

~Much love, Fae 🍀🧚🏻‍♀

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probablyasocialecologist · 6 months

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Many of us have always known that shitting on Palestine is a rite of passage for aspirants to political office or cable news studios. We therefore understand that for the wannabe influencer both Israeli and Palestinian death isn’t actually a moral concern; it is a professional opportunity. Here we see the pitiful upshot of “resistance” as an online brand: total abandonment of an encaged population to genocide. Knowing that the approval or even the comprehension of the professional classes will never be forthcoming is one reason why violence is essential to national liberation. Palestinians have determined to proceed without their Western custodians. Decolonization is a grueling project, generally beyond the acumen of those weaned in comfort. The professional classes are stuck in bourgeois abstractions (from which they derive so many rewards) or profess a material politics they don’t in reality support. They demand a bloodless liberation, but only without the colonizer’s blood, even as the native bleeds out in full view of the world. They demand a revolt without consequence, a caucus of pristine victims politely asking to stay alive. They have taught Fanon but ignored his observation that decolonization “cannot be accomplished by the wave of a magic wand, a natural cataclysm, or a gentleman’s agreement.”

Steve Salaita, A Practical Appraisal of Palestinian Violence

#palestine #israel #zionism

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lilianasgrimoire · 19 days

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Altars

A witch's alar is a divine place. it's unique and sacred. There will never be 2 of the same. Each altar is personal, one of a kind. Most altars, however, will have similar or the same items, such as a cauldron, candles, an athame (a small blade), and a symbol to represent the craft of the individual (pentagram, flower of life, etc.). There is no set of items to make an altar an altar.

You do not need to go out of you way to get expensive for specific items for your space. You may only need a regular bowl as the cauldron and some herbs with a grimoire. Another's space may have incense or a smelly candle. Some alters are decorated for the season, special festivals, items for specific deities or even spell jars. Should you want to decorate your dedicated space traditionally, it would have a specific layout, particularly during spell work.

How to Set Up an Altar

Typically, a cloth will be placed on the table (but it isn't a necessity). A pentacle/pentagram will be placed on the table and there will be 4 corners to represent the elements.

North = Earth = crystals, bowl of salt, a plant

East = Air = incense or/and burner

South = Fire = candles or something that holds a flame

West = Water = a body of water (bowl or cup).

Other witches may have many more objects on their alter, or they may keep it minimal. If an individual works with deities, they may included a candle or item to hold a space on the altar for that particular spirit/deity. Items also differ based on their belief system.

Most commonly, witches use:

Pictures or statues of the deity to honour them, or/and a symbolic item to represent their certain God, should they work with or worship one.

A chalice may be used to represent the feminine aspect in the Great Rite (Wicca), which is usually filled with wine, juice or spring water.

A bell can be used to mark the start and end of a ritual or used to sound cleanse a space.

The Athame is a blade to represent the male or masculine of the Great Rite, to direct energies and cut doorways in the circle. Also can be used in rituals to 'cut ties' energetically and spiritually with another person.

A wand to direct energies and create the temple of the protective circle (usually cast before doing spell work)

Crystals to promote, banish or maintain specific energies.

Altars do not need to be in one spot or a specific way. Altars can be spread out over shelves, tables or even over several rooms. Alternatively, they can even be pocket sized for your own convenience! It's your space - make it how you like it and what works for you and your situation. An Altar is designed and tailored to fit the witch using it.

Some witches don't even have altars, but most do. Altars are not a necessity in your craft and neither is what you put on it, so there should be no pressure as to make one.

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hushcaringdemons · 1 month

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A Druidic Demonolator's Guide to Invocation

I have been asked many a times to kindly offer guidance on how to do ritual invocation for demonolatry. I will oblige those inquires now, and all future ones by revealing how I personally do invocations as a syncretic theistic Satanist and Druidic Pagan. This is only one individual’s example. Yours will surely be different based off of tradition, experience, and preference. (Please with all gratitude credit back to Hushcaringdemons when sharing.)

THE SACRED CIRCLE

In order to conduct ritual, one must call upon the elemental forces and balance the spiritual energies within and without you. This sacred space is brought into existence by the might of your own Will. It serves as a gateway between the Mundane and the Spirit World as well as a stabilizing force during your ritual workings (especially if this involves working with a spirit like a Daemon). Depending on the tradition, a wand or a ceremonial dagger is used to summon and direct energy. A hand with the pointer and middle finger extended can fill the role of a ceremonial tool if one is absent. A scared circle can be cast pretty much anywhere.

THE WATCHTOWERS

Watchtowers refers to the cardinal direction (East, South, West, North, and Center), their elemental association (Air, Fire, Water, Earth, and Spirit), and the spiritual entities that represents them. Calling upon the spirit of the Watchtowers instills their power in your circle and rite. What spirit is called upon varies between traditions as well as practitioner preference. Direction and elemental associations are very open to interpretation, especially in the case of Pagan Gods where it is largely a modern invention. It is the metaphor that matters here.

THE WORD OF POWER

Choosing a Word of Power to shout at the end of prayers, blessing, or invocations serves as a release of spiritual energy in accordance to your Will. Give it focus and some oomph. Like Watchtower spirits, Power Words vary by tradition and preference. Examples include:

Amen - Useful for practitioners with leanings toward Traditional Ceremonial Magic. A Jewish word meaning "So Be It" inherited by Christianity and Islam. If one comes from a culturally Abrahamic background and is unbothered by that, it is a perfectly serviceable word.

Amun - It is a common falsehood in magic communities that the true origin of the word Amen comes from the name of Amun, a High God of Ancient Egypt whose dominion is the deepest and most hidden parts of the cosmos. I list it here as an example because calling upon the highest, and preferably most primordial, entity or force in your pantheon sends out your magic intent to those parts of the universe. For me, that name would be Satan who I view similarly representing the hidden and the primordial.

Awen - Useful for druidic practitioners such as myself. Awen is divine inspiration in the Welsh bardic tradition. Neo-Druids have expanded it to encompass the animating force of the universe.

A STANDARD RITUAL INVOCATION

Now, lets put all of the above components together. The following instructions will be using my personal invocation as a template.

Turn to face East, and use your ritual tool to point outward. Starting from the East, the direction associated with the sunrise and new beginnings, is a common way to start Sacred Circles through out traditions. Beckon:

“HAIL LUCIFER, Prince of the East. Spirits of Air anoint thee for thou art Truth and Enlightenment amoung them all. HAIL AND WELCOME.”

Turn to face South, and use your ritual tool to point outward. It is another common tradition to use clockwise motions in order to create. Beckon:

“HAIL ASMODEUS, Prince of the South. Spirits of Fire anoint thee for thou art Passion and Desire amoung them all. HAIL AND WELCOME."

Turn to face West, and use your ritual tool to point outward. Beckon:

"HAIL LEVIATHAN, Prince of the Wests. Spirits of Water anoint thee for thou art Chaos and Rebirth amoung them all. HAIL AND WELCOME."

Turn to face North, and use your ritual tool to point outward. Beckon:

"HAIL BELIAL, Prince of the North. Spirits of Earth anoint thee for thou art Filth and Fecundity amoung them all. HAIL AND WELCOME."

Hold your ritual tool high over your head, and state:

“HAIL SATAN, Master of Darkness. All Spirits are within thee.”

Say the following as you move clockwise, weaving all the elements and directions together with your ritual tool:

“Thou art the Adversary, the Black Goat, the Ram-Headed Serpent.

All that is Above, and all that is Below.

All that is Hidden Without, and what is Hidden Within.”

At this point you should have completed your circle. Hold your ritual tool high over your head again. Stand tall and proclaim:

“What is hidden in me! Myself! I am God!”

(This is technique I stole from LaVeyan Satanism. A little puffing up of the ego helps with energy building.) Maintain your erect pose as you conclude the invocation:

“By the Might of the Four Watchtowers

And by the Binding Power of the Baphomet,

I proclaim this ritual circle cast.”

Use your ritual tool to draw a sigil in the air such as the pentacle or pentagram, and declare:

“It is my Will, and it is Done.”

Complete the invocation with your Power Word. Congratulations, your Sacred Circle is cast, and you are now ready to proceed to your ritual.

#demonolatry #theistic satanism #left hand path #magick #witchcraft #ritual magic #dear reader

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thatsroughbuddyy · 2 months

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Fanfic - Mash/Rayne

Okay, so I am working on this Mash/Rayne fanfic, it is not going to be a long one and I plan to post it on AO3 later... I guess I just want to know if you guys will like it :))

(Still a draft)

So here it goes

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In the magical realm, where magic reigns supreme, everyone possesses the ability to wield it, and social status is determined by magical skill. Utilizing one's wand for daily tasks like opening doors or cleaning dishes is highly valued, showcasing one's reliance on magical prowess over physical strength. Magic serves as the cornerstone of society, maintaining balance and hierarchies. The second pillar of this society is the second gender, organizing power dynamics and relationships.

Each child is born with a magic mark and unique magical abilities, but their second gender remains a mystery until their late teen years. At Easton Magic Academy, a special potion is given to students at the end of the first semester, unlocking their second gender—Alpha, Beta, or Omega. This moment, known as Presenting, is a celebrated rite of passage, symbolizing a crucial step into adulthood and marking their magical development.

Close to the Yule holiday, flying lessons are canceled, allowing students to prepare for Presenting. A mandatory class is held to address questions and assist in preparations. As the final week approaches, excitement fills the air, with students eagerly anticipating the revelation of their second gender. Teachers ease up on assignments, providing more free periods, aware that even the most disciplined students will be captivated by the upcoming event. Predicting one's second gender is challenging, but signs manifest as Presenting nears. Alphas may display increased outbursts and anger, Betas might appear aloof, and Omegas often develop an acute sense of smell.

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Mash sneezes for what feels like the hundredth time that day. If sneezing builds muscle mass, he'd be cool with it, but since it doesn't, it's just annoying. He's dead sure Finn switched up his shampoo because now it smells like mint toothpaste, a scent that makes him want to gag.. Not that he is sensitive to smells, but mint has always managed to put him off. He remembers Grandpa's attempt at minty chocolate cookies, resulting in three days of sleeping outdoors due to how badly the house smelled after the culinary adventure.

His friend turns around to look at him with furrowed brows. “"Mash, you good? You've been sneezing non-stop." And as if to prove Finn has a point he lets a series of sneezes in sequence that even make Dot stop mid-rant to look at him worriedly. “Are you sure you didn’t catch a cold during the last flying lesson?”

“Nope, no cold” he says quickly with a vigorous nod. With the amount of working out he does there is not a chance any virus will cling to his body. His friends seem to accept his answer and move on with the conversation.

Needing a distraction from the minty smell, he fishes out a profiterole from his robes, munching on it. Yeah, the snack sure helps him get past Finn's weird shampoo, letting him join in the chat. Now that he can actually pay attention to what they are talking about it comes as no surprise that the topic of the moment is the same as the past couple of days: Presenting.

Dot keeps yapping about how much he would love to Present as an Alpha, to which Lance makes a remark that he was clearly more Omega material. “Take that back Crown!” Dott says angrily, pointing his wand at him, but Lance just keeps laughing with Lemon and Finn.

Mash manages a chuckle, but he really doesn’t get it. People seem to think it is a big deal and to him it all just sounds like a lot of work. Runts and heats. Suppressants and blockers. Ugh, it makes his head hurt. He takes one final bite of his profiterole and makes a mental note to bake more at night. Perhaps it will be just like magic, maybe he was born without a second gender as well.

“I think you will be an Alpha, Mash-kun” Lemon says sweetly while sliding to his side and keeping pace with him. “We will be mates. It is written in the stars!” She says dreamily. That changes the focus of the conversation to him. And soon there are four pairs of eyes on him, assessing as if trying to place him in a box.

“Oh, for sure, Mash will be an Alpha,” Lance says with enough certainty in his voice that Mash almost takes his word for it. “I, myself, believe I will present as a Beta. My family has a tradition of Betas.” Mash doesn’t know much about this whole second gender thing, but if anyone could present as a Beta, that person would be Lance Crown. His friend is a calm and thoughtful person, one that could easily diffuse any fights and present the most reasonable arguments.

“Yeah, I can see that. For both of you.” Finn then adds timidly, "Dot, you will be an Alpha. I remember when my brother was close to Presenting, and you behave much like he did." Dot beams at Finn, while Finn, in a resigned tone, declares himself doomed to be an Omega. There is a sadness in his voice as if the thought of being an Omega is unbearable for reasons that Finn keeps close to his chest and doesn't let anyone see. It is so heartbreaking that it moves Mash to join-in the conversation to try and comfort his friend.

“Perhaps I will be an Omega too, Finn.” Mash blurts without much thinking.

“And hell will freeze over. Yeah, sure.” Dot says dismissively.

The conversation fades as they walk in silence in the direction of the Great Hall to grab dinner. Supposedly there is going to be burgers and fries for dinner today.

Near the massive doors, Mash catches a whiff of something buttery and sweet. His friends look horrified as he closes his eyes sniffing the air like a dog, or bunny, whatever, trying to figure out where it's coming from. Profiteroles. He might have drooled a bit. It was so sweet, but also strong, with a delicious hint of caramel and a note of something rich and heavy like honey. It makes his mouth water at the thought of taking a bite of that sweet treat. He checks his pockets for a secret snack but finds only crumbs. Now, he's frantically searching for the source.

“Burnedead, what the hell are you doing?” Dot asks impatiently by the doors.

Mash just closes his eyes and tries being guided solemnly by his sense of smell. It was a great idea until he found himself hitting a very solid wall. Except it wasn’t a wall.

“Care to explain what is the meaning of this, Mash?” Rayne Ames' raspy voice startles him. Feeling embarrassed, Mash tries to act cool, but his heart's doing gymnastics. Mash adds to his mental list to cram some extra cardio tomorrow on his routine. Certainly it is not normal for a healthy heart to do that.

His friends stare at them in horror. Clearly worried for his well-being. Lance, by the glint in his eyes, is already calculating the chances of Mash surviving this interaction and judging from the deep frown lines in his forehead, the odds are not in his favor. Anyway, to more important matters. “Do you have any profiteroles?”

Rayne just chuckles. “So, you caught a whiff of profiteroles on me?" Rayne teases and Mash just nods lamely. Another chuckle. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I have none. I guess you can let go of my robes now.”

That startles him. He didn’t realize he was holding on to Rayne for dear life. Mash blushes and reluctantly releases Rayne's robes, his friends continue to look at him in a mix of concern and confusion. “Sorry... Thought I smelled some...”

Lance, still assessing the survival odds in his mind, decides it's time to steer the ship back on course.

"Come on, Mash, let's get some grub," Lance suggests with a subtle nod toward the Great Hall. The others follow suit, Dot shooting Mash one last worried glance before leading the way. Mash just keeps staring at Rayne, red on the cheeks still.

Raynes is smirking now. "It's cool," he reassures him and nods toward the doors, indicating for him to follow his friends now, before disappearing down the corridor, leaving Mash all flustered.

Helplessly he turns around and just goes after his friends.

As they enter the Great Hall, the delicious scent of profiteroles lingers, teasing Mash's senses. He can't help but look around for the source, still secretly hoping to find that sweet treat. The group secures a table, and as they settle in, Dot can't help but voice the question on everyone's mind.

"Okay, Mash, spill it. What was that back there? Sniffing around like a bloodhound? And you nearly tackled Rayne Ames!"

Mash scratches his head, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "I just caught a whiff of something amazing, you know? Butter and caramel and... something rich. I thought someone had profiteroles, and I got a bit carried away."

Lance raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Profiteroles? Really, Mash? You practically turned into a dessert detective."

Mash shrugs, unfazed. "What can I say? A guy's gotta follow his nose."

Finn, always the peacemaker, chimes in, "Well, let's just be glad Rayne took it in stride. No harm done."

The group laughs it off, and soon, the conversation shifts to lighter topics. They discuss plans for the upcoming Yule holiday, their favorite magical creatures, and the latest gossip around the academy. The scent of profiteroles gradually fades, replaced by the savory aroma of the dinner spread before them.

As they enjoy their meal, Mash can't help but steal a glance down the hall where Rayne disappeared. The misadventure may have left him a bit flustered, but deep down, he's secretly glad he followed his nose—even if it did lead him to an unexpected encounter with the enigmatic Rayne Ames.

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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 1 year

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“It looks like you’re in trouble there. Can I help?”

Tom has had the unfortunate displeasure of ending up in a few uncomfortable situations throughout his life. Needless to say, he’d rather these situations stay between him, himself, and he.

However, that is not always the case.

He can remember his first year and how he sank into the small marsh area in the corner of the common room with startling clarity. It did not matter that it was nearly a rite of passage to fall prey to the trick carpet hiding the deceptively deep water. His embarrassment burnt like a cauldron fire. And the giggling of his schoolmates still grates in the dark when his eyes have shut, and he tries to drift off to sleep.

Tom can even remember that time Amy Benson was dared to kiss him. How he’d flinched so badly, his head reared up and back with force strong enough to make her nose bleed. How she cried and cried and cried, dripped blood everywhere, and rubbed her arm harshly across her lips. Tom can hear her shouts, “So gross! Whatta monster!” as loud as the morning rain when it pelts against his room’s window panes at the orphanage.

More recently, Tom remembers the harsh face of rejection. So much like his own… but he feels the sting of that soothing with time, and with each turn of the family ring he wears with vicious pride.

And today, when Tom decided to patrol the castle’s upper levels once curfew set, he hoped his small and insignificant blunder would stay just that: his.

And yet.

“Seriously, are you alright down there?”

Tom looks up, a frown tugging at his lips and a glare sharp enough to cut. “Clearly,” he starts, sarcasm scathing, “I’ve never been better, Potter.”

And Harry Potter merely stands there, hands on his knees, smiles his stupid crooked smile and cocks a brow. “Oh? So I can go then?”

Tom hates him. Tom hates him enough to curse him. Maybe even curse him dead. “Yes. I don’t need your help,” and knowing you, you’ll just make everything worse, Tom doesn’t say.

But he’s almost confident that’ll be the case. Potter has an odd habit of ending up in odder places and dealing with the oddest circumstances. Though, even Tom can recognise that he has a natural talent for wiggling his way out of them. Abraxas has a running gag, keeping a ‘comprehensive list’ of situations the new transfer student has wound up in and a matching list of dramatic and ridiculous things he thinks Potter will do next.

Surprisingly, Potter has managed to cross three things off that list.

Most of Slytherin agrees it’s his Gryffindor nature, and the red tie certainly contributes to that argument. But there have been moments. Quiet and scarcely there, barely under the surface, something that flickers when Tom catches Potter at just the right instant, just the right angle… that has Tom wondering.

Even now, when Tom blinks, he swears the stripes on Potter’s undone tie, thrown carelessly over one shoulder and dangling down as he looks over Tom, is a green that rivals his eyes.

“Come on, Riddle. You can’t mean that.” Potter huffs, exasperated, “I mean, look at you.”

Ah, yes. Tom can admit that falling off the astronomy tower and dropping his wand in his panic to grab the ledge was not something he’d anticipated.

That didn’t mean Potter had to rub it in.

“I don’t see a problem,” Tom grits out. Just go away, his eyes scream. As though Potter is smart enough to know legilimancy, laughable. Please. He’s hardly aware enough to pick up common social cues.

Potter lowers further, squatting on his haunches. His hand reaches out and traces the tower’s edge like he can’t help himself, like flirting with danger. “So this was part of your plans this evening? You decided to run your rounds and thought, Goodness! Do you know what would be lovely? A nice little hop off the astronomy tower!”

“Was that irritating voice meant to be an impression of me?”

“Not to you’re liking? That’s a shame; I’ve been practising since I was twelve.”

Tom rolls his eyes so hard he sees spots. “You didn’t know me when you were twelve.”

Potter just keeps smiling.

Tom snaps, “What exactly is it that you want?”

“I already told you. It looks like you’re in trouble, I happen to be an expert on trouble, and I’m offering you help,” Potter says and crawls forward until he can comfortably stretch his arm down to Tom.

And Potter, with his stupid quidditch body and toned arms, could probably lift Tom up easily. It just infuriates him more. “I would rather fall.”

“And die?” Potter asks. There’s something off about his smile when he says it. Something that sends a chill down Tom’s spine.

It’s said with a little too much knowing for Tom’s taste.

His disquiet lingers long enough for Potter to speak up again, “What were you doing up here anyway?”

Given the placement and fullness of the moon and the fact they are nearing the dawn of Capricorn’s sky, Tom thinks it rather obvious what he is attempting to do at the top of the astronomy tower. Admittedly, rituals of this nature may be a league above anything Potter is aware or tolerant of, so maybe obvious is too generous an assumption.

Regardless, it’s not something Tom is going to brag about. “Prefect rounds.”

Potter actually laughs in Tom’s face, “Yeah, right. And I’m just here to gaze at the pretty little stars!”

Tom’s eyes narrow, “And what is it that you are doing here, Potter?”

Potter grins a wide closed mouth thing. “Stalking you, of course, Riddle.” Tom frowns, unamused, as Potter carries on, “It’s one of my favourite pastimes, foiling your small schemes.”

And for a moment, Tom almost rolls his eyes again, annoyed and fed up with Potter’s antics and this ridiculous position he’s found himself in. But there’s something about the tone of Potter’s voice, the way he says it so carelessly, harmlessly, that has the hair on Tom’s neck standing straight up. Like a warning, like danger.

With an outside awareness, Tom carefully reviews memory after memory of his recent string of (he hesitates to use the word, but) failures. How one too many times this past week something has gotten in the way of his budding connections with purebloods, or his ability to meet with his knights, or his evening strolls through Ravenclaw territory to sweet talk the Grey Lady into revealing the hiding place of Ravenclaw’s lost Diadem.

It startles Tom to realise that these strange and unaccounted-for mishaps all have one thing in common: Harry Potter.

Potter, who has recently taken it upon himself to spur on cross-house relations. Encouraging people of all ilk to get along even if it means dragging them into conversations (or casual quidditch matches) kicking and screaming. Thus causing Tom’s carefully planned run-ins with certain influential and affluential children of ministry officials and the scared twenty-eight alike to miraculously not be on their habitual routes that Tom has spent years learning.

Potter, who was responsible for the prank flooding in the room Tom’s knights used to meet. His insistent apologies profused left and right— not for the flooding itself, but because he flooded the wrong room. Tom gave it a pass at the time because they were so close to the Gobstones Club, but what if it was intentional all along?

Potter, who was often seen prowling around the fifth and fourth floors due to his frequent visits to the hospital tower. He had struck an unlikely friendship with the normally timid Grey Lady, and Tom had found them in soft blue evening light, Potter’s form stark through the Grey Lady’s transparent hovering, talking quietly a few handfuls of times. And how has Tom not realised all of this sooner?

It’s not like Potter is trying to be subtle, after all.

Suddenly, Tom feels very wary. “Potter…you wouldn’t have anything to do with my current predicament, would you?”

“I would never come up here an hour before you and cast aguamenti on the stone to let the naturally brisk December evening work its wonders and produce a nearly invisible sheet of ice for you to slip on, Riddle. And I’m offended you’d ask,” Potter deadpans.

Tom feels his eye twitch. “I’m going to kill you.”

“You really need a new hobby, Riddle.” Now Potter is the one rolling his eyes. “Just take my hand, and I’ll help you up.”

Tom scoffs, “You orchestrated my near catastrophic fall, and you expect me to just trust you’ll not drop me?”

Potter raises a brow, looks left, looks right, and back to Tom. “I’m sorry. Did you have any other way out of this? Because from the looks of things, you’re pretty fucked. And I don’t believe I have to remind you that it’s Christmas Hols, so no one is likely to check on the tower till after the break. Which means you could be here for days.”

Tom, for a moment, can’t find the words. He just stares in open mouth horror at Potter. “You… how did you sort Gryffindor?”

“I asked,” Potter smiles like that absolutely ridiculous answer is something very clever. For all Tom knows, it probably is.

Insanely, all Tom can think about is how Abraxas would be able to cross attempted murder off his comprehensive list.

Tom knows he doesn’t have the time nor energy to mull over Potter’s offer of help any longer but does so anyway just to watch Potter shake his head in growing disbelief. Then he sighs and says, “Fine,” with much reluctance.

Potter reaches down, stretching as far as possible, and Tom makes the risky decision to drop hold of the ledge with one of his hands. He wills himself to ignore the painful burn of the reach and the paranoid feeling of numbness from the cold on his remaining grip and meets Potter halfway. Their hands touch, and Tom feels an instant relief.

The relief is short-lived.

“Swear to me,” Potter starts, not pulling Tom up, “Riddle, swear to me right now that you’ll never make another Horcrux again.”

Tom rears back in shock, the jerked motion tugging harshly on Potter’s hold. He sees Potter’s brow furrow at the pain, no doubt, and feels vicious satisfaction through the raging scream echoing loudly in Tom’s very being.

“What?” Tom hisses, and it dawns on him quickly that this had been Potter’s goal all along. Potter wasn’t some annoying idiot attempting to be a thorn in Tom’s side; he was a Slytherin in Gryffindor’s skin, plotting and crafting and scheming his way to tonight, to this moment. To Tom’s ruining.

“I know I’m too late for the others,” Potter grimaces, and his displeasure is an ugly taut thing that Tom wants to see and cause a hundred times over. “But I can stop any more you’ve planned. I can at least do this much.”

Tom feels a bubble of laughter building and is helpless when it bursts hysterically and loudly in the quiet winter night. “Potter, if you know oh so much about my supposed Horcruxes, then you know what they do. You know what they’re for.” Tom deliberately loosens his hold and feels a rush of heady elation at the panic in Potter’s eyes, at the sudden tighter grip he holds Tom with.

“You know that if I fall, I’ll just come back.”

Potter nearly snarls, his lips pulling back to show straight white teeth. Tom’s sure their bite is as crushing as his bark. “Yeah, sure, Riddle. And you’ll just be a wraith or whatever until you somehow get a new body.” Tom tuts, disappointed and wildly pleased that Potter had clearly done his research. “Call me crazy, but I doubt your current little followers have enough wits about them to build you a whole new body from scratch. And I doubt you’ve had the time to actually prepare such a failsafe yourself while stuck at Hogwarts most of the year and at your Orphanage for the rest.”

It’s the most Potter has ever said to him, Tom thinks, and it’s dizzying. But he isn’t done, “I’d say that’s plenty of time, wouldn’t you, to find your other Horcruxes and make sure you can never come back.”

Potter says this like a promise. Like it would be far too easy. Tom’s terrified. But, madly, a blistering heat crawls up his neck and to his cheeks, pushing through all of his coursing fear—or worse yet, instigated by it—and his stomach lurches like a swarm have taken home there; he knows it’s not from his anger.

With a dry mouth and eyes only for the wild, determined thing clutching his hand for dear life, Tom nods. “I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, vow to you, Harry Potter, to never make another Horcrux again.”

And when Potter promptly lifts Tom up and back into the tower, safely and gently, and shortly abandons him to its stark winter quiet, he makes another vow. Just to himself.

You will be mine, Harry Potter.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #pov: tom #my fic #2.2k words #fic: like a parasite (kill my butterflies)#hi hello #i'm back so soon #this one is for racfoam because you are far too kind

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thricegreatmagusaugustusofcrete · 9 months

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Working the Grimorium Verum (P1)

A few weeks ago I decided that I was going to start working the Grimorium Verum. I read and reread and rereread the Grimoire and as much supplemental material as I could get my hands on (I'm referring to all of JsK's pdf books by Hadean Press and that one conjure codex entry by Al Cumins).

Goal/Intent

With that said my primary goal right now is to work towards creating a clay skull, created to the specs Jsk outlined in his notes on the Grimoire in his edition of the book. It is essentially reworking the invisibility spell of the second part into a spell that binds a spirit to the skull. Rather, in his words, "I strongly recommend making a crossroads the place of interment in a reconstruction of this rite using seven coins. The intention of this adaptation would be to make a magical head as a central feature of work with these spirits, a natural extension of the underlying symbolism," (The True Grimoire 160). The only change I am doing to what JsK states is that I am adding grave dirt to the clay for the skull.

The Work I've done thus far

Wednesday, 8/16/23, I began working to get the consecrating the materials necessary for the work. I started the second hour of Mercury at my local graveyard in my town. I asked the spirits of the graveyard to lead me to the grave most suited for my work. I was expecting to be led to a town founder or someone who died violently, rather they sent me to the grave of an old lady who died a hundred years ago on my birthday. This was not intentional on my end. I saw the grave from behind and I felt as though I was being pushed towards it and that it was the right choice for the work. I took the dirt left a coin and promised to pray for her for the next three nights.

I then got home as fast as possible so I could have the second half to craft and consecrate the Asperger and Aspergillus. For the Asperger, I used a black ceramic bowl that I painted the appropriate god names on. For the aspergillus, I took the three herbs, rosemary, (pepper)mint, and oregano (technically you are supposed to use Majoram, but I could not find any in my area and I plan to get the proper plant in the future, but for now both are closely related and I don't think it will do much harm to my work). I consecrated them according to the method in the Third part of the grimoire. Reciting the 7 penitential psalms took long than I thought it would.

Thursday, 8/17/23, in the second hour of Jupiter I engraved a spoon and a knife with Heramael's name and seal. The intention is based out of Goetic Pharamakos, by Jsk where they are used to collect plants in nature for me to work with, such as the branches for the wands. In the 1 night hour of Jupiter I consecrated the two items, however, I slightly adapted the consecration from Jsk's book on Eleogap so that it was to be a general consecration instead of an asperger and aspergillus consecration. The difference between it and the Grimoire's consecration is that it is Thelemic and instead of the psalms it uses chapters 3 and 5 from Liber LXV, which I thought would mean it would be shorter, well it was in the sense that for all things that after you waft the tools of the censer, you are supposed to recite the 7 psalms and psalm 71 and 116, so 21 psalms in total. Personally, I think there is a point where the more you recite over a ritual object the less of an effect it has on it. I could be wrong. Anyhow, below are pictures of the spoon and knife before I consecrated them.

If you have read this far. I thank you and apologize for the length and potential boringness of this blog post. My goal is to generate interest in the grimoire that is less about conjuring all the spirits in it and more about creating spirit relationships. As well as to document my progress and create discussion.

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MOON RITE - CHAPTER ONE

SUMMARY:

Ten years.

A dance, an endless terrible dance - fighting against Voldemort again and again; Harry had lost count of the battles. A cruel stalemate.

And he'd grown weary.

"It's true," breathed Voldemort. "It's true."

It'd become a ritual between them, a religious rite of which both were driven by their mad orthodox fervor.

Until Voldemort learned the truth: Harry was his horcrux. With a sudden offer of a ceasefire, the decades long war could be over - lives saved and protected - if Harry swore to one agreement: a magically binding marriage contract with Voldemort himself.

The Moon Rite.

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ONE EXCERPT:

Fuck.

He knows.

Harry would never escape this, would he? Duel after duel had ended in failure. Harry was powerful, especially with the elder wand, but he was outclassed by the older and more experienced Voldemort. After all these years, all he could do was protect and defend those he loved. Harry never won any ground in Voldemort’s war; he only maintained what little freedoms they had.

Ten years.

A dance, an endless terrible dance - fighting against Voldemort again and again; Harry had lost count of the battles. A cruel stalemate.

And he’d grown weary.

It’d become a ritual between them, a religious rite of which both were driven by their mad orthodox fervor. Years of searching and Harry with his friends at his side never found any of the horcruxes. The only thing holding Voldemort back from taking over the Ministry was Harry and the elder wand. The day Harry fell, the Wizarding World would fall with him.

It was never going to end, was it?

“What have you done with him, the traitor?” demanded Harry; his voice was hoarse. “What have you done to him?”

Voldemort blinked, as if the trance faded. He let out a single laugh before he devolved into a haunting, mocking melody. Voldemort covered his face with his other hand as he doubled over. He glanced up, eyes radiant, his pale lips stretching in a wide, triumphant smile.

A shiver shot through Harry.

“Are you worried for him?”

“I value every life, even the minions who serve you.”

Voldemort cocked his head to the side, the smile unnatural. “But you don’t think of Severus like that, do you? You think of him as family, as a father figure. Yes?”

Thump. Thump.

His heart hammered in his chest.

“What a clever little game the two of you have played all these years. To think, he so brilliantly sold me the lie of his hatred for you,” said Voldemort. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Guardian to Harry Potter and lover to his hated schoolboy rival—Salazar, I have been quite the fool.”

Oh, god, please, no. Don’t take him. I can’t lose him—I can’t—

“I’ll have you know… It wasn’t easy. It takes a lot to break Severus,” said Voldemort in a dark murmur. “So many rounds of cruciatus, the screams—”

The earth tore to shreds from a mighty bombarda, knocking Voldemort far off his feet and onto the ground. Harry whipped out another spell, but Voldemort deflected it, swiftly standing.

“If you think,” hissed Harry, advancing on the man, “that I’m a thorn in your side now, then imagine what I’ll do to you if you do anything to him. You killed my parents when I was a helpless baby—” Harry’s tone dropped, low and deadly with an ominous oath. “—if you take my family away from me again, I will tear out your heart with my bare hands and shove it down your throat until you choke to your pitiful death.”

Voldemort licked his lips. “How enticing,” he said with a seductive smirk. “I daresay it’s a date, Harry, darling.”

#harry potter #tom riddle #voldemort #tomarry #harrymort #hp #hp fanfic #hp fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #mywriting #moon rite #harry potter/voldemort #tomarry big bang 2023

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anothericarus1920 · 5 months

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Hufflepuff Headcanons

As everyone knows, Hufflepuffs are great finders. No on ever says what they're finding, though. They're the ones you go to when you need dirt on someone. Alternatively, students also go to them when they want to find Muggle stuff like CDs and actual pens.

The Hifflepuffs use the Quidditch stands to host monthly gambling nights. They're hard workers, and some of them want to make some easy cash, so they came up with gambling night. They just lift up the tent fabric that covers the stands and host it beneath the seats.

An easy way to bribe the Hufflepuff prefects is to slip them their favorite food. It's almost guaranteed to convince them to let you sneak out after curfew.

The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs have a joking rivalry going on at all times. Oh, the Ravenclaws came up with a new system for smuggling contraband? Well then the Hufflepuffs are going to make an even better one through sheer force of will. (And vice versa)

Because Slytherin and Griffyndor regularly take up so much of the staff's attention, this often leaves the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs to their own devices. They absolutely take advantage of this. Not maliciously, but they can commonly be found sneaking out, dealing contraband, or experimenting with new charms.

First year Hufflepuffs have to pass an initiation rite where they have to stick an uplifting note on another student's back without getting caught.

Contrary to popular belief, Hufflepuffs are entirely willing to engage in physical violence. In fact, they're more likely to use their fists than their wands in an average fight. Their intense loyalty to those they love leads them to jump to their defense without hesitation. This has caught many a student off guard.

Sometimes Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs will switch robes just to see who notices.

A Hufflepuff fifth year came up with a hex to make people clumsy for a few hours. All you have to do is point your wand at the target's shoes and mutter 'Bumble'. The target will be tripping over themselves for the rest of the day. The fifth year passed it down and now every Hufflepuff learns it in their first year.

Hufflepuffs only work hard on things they're interested in. This leads to many of them failing classes for a while because they put so much effort into the classes they actually like that they forgot to work on everything else.

#hufflepuff #slytherin #ravenclaw #harry potter headcanon #hogwarts headcanon #hufflepunk #hufflepuff headcanon #ravenclaw headcanon #hogwarts houses

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aguacerotropical · 1 year

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the moon as resurrection in vampire lore

“Do you think," said an old man to another, "that he will come to life again, eh?"—

"Oh, yes, vampyres always do, and lay in the moonlight, and then they come to life again. Moonlight recovers a vampyre to life again."

"And yet the moonlight is cold."—"Ah, but who's to tell what may happen to a vampyre, or what's hot or what's cold?"

And there was Sir Francis Varney, raising slowly one arm with the hand outstretched towards the moon, as if invoking that luminary to shed more of its beams upon him.

from Varney the Vampire, or the Feast of Blood (1847)

“According to a promise they had given his lordship, that [Ruthven’s corpse] should be exposed to the first cold ray of the moon that rose after his death. Aubrey astonished, and taking several of the men, determined to go and bury it upon the spot where it lay. But, when he had mounted to the summit he found no trace of either the corpse or the clothes.”

from Polidori’s The Vampyre (1816)

Ruthven: Then I shall die content.—Swear then, to conceal my death, until the Moon shall set to-night, then throw this ring into the waves that drench the Tomb of Fingal.

Ruthven: Remember your oath.

The Moon gradually descends

from Planché’s play The Vampire (1820) based on Polidori’s book.

“There is no doubt that vampires seek a union with mortal beings expressly to prolong their existence on this earth. I shall instantly, therefore, seek the fair Aldwinkle, and achieve our marriage. After what I have endured meanwhile, a walk in the soft moonlight will revive me

from W.T. Moncrieff‘s play “The Spectre Bridegroom; or, A Ghost in Spite of Himself” (1821)

“The Sorcerer draws a blue fire circle with his wand round the Tomb—the moon becomes suddenly obscured—a storm begins to howl—owls and other birds of might flap their wings and utter their low voices of doom—the tomb flies apart, leaving a passage for Brunhilda to rise through—the Sorcerer scatters into the yawning earth, roots and herbs of magic power—the wind becomes more boisterous—thunder peals louder—the clouds divide—the moon bursts forth with all her power, and her beams are scattered on the fragments of rock that composed the tomb.)

Brunhilda: You stabbed me to the heart—you buried me;—But when the rite was done—marked you the moon? Her light restored me—but to be revenged!”

from George Blink’s play “The Vampire Bride; or, Tenant of the Tomb” (1830). This was an adaptation of the far more famous story Wake Not The Dead by Ernest Rapauch (1823)

"Know then," continued the sorcerer, "that only on the night of the new moon does she sleep the sleep of mortals; and then all the supernatural power which she inherits from the grave totally fails her. 'Tis then that thou must murder her."

From Rapauch’s Wake Not The Dead (1823)

“The moonlight is seen to tip the highest peaks and creeps down the mountain side; it arrives at the ledge, and bathes the body of ALAN RABY in a bright white light.—After a moment his chest begins to heave and his limbs to quiver, he raises his arm to his heart, and then, revived completely, rises to his full height.

Alan. (Addressing the Moon.) Fountain of my life! once more thy rays restore me. Death!—I defy thee

“The next evening I climbed the mountain, and concealed myself near the spot; he came; again his breast seemed to drink in the moonbeams. I looked close, when I saw here, in his left bosom, just over the heart, was an unclosed wound, as if a pistol bullet had passed through him!

From Dion Boucicault‘s The Phantom (1852)

Most of these come from the book Beyond the Count by Margo Bond Collins. Available in Z Library and Libgen via Anna’s Archive.

#yes i am a vanitas-will-not-die-so-easily truther #but can i possibly be blamed? look at vampires in 19th C. Lit #its SO interesting bc they were more like phantoms or spirits rather than vampires #and how modern day vampires are so bound by the flesh and blood. that was a dracula thing #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #dracula daily #vampires #vnc meta

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betheckart · 6 months

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The Prewett case.

Wow, second publication, who would have thought ?

Today I'll talk about yet another controversial figure.

Leander Prewett.

For many, he is just a pitiful character who's far too proud, given his abilities. I wouldn't deny that I think much the same. He's way too haughty for his current abilities, we are talking about a boy who was almost crushed by some dragon's skull because he did not know how to correctly deflect his opponent's attack. In short, we're not going to rite a full thesis on this piece of detail of his character. Nope. Looking a little bit closer at dear Prewett, though, something struck me!

You ready ?

The resemblance is striking, isn't it?

The question here is ... are they from the same lineage … or not? So I searched everywhere and came across a detail concerning the grandfather of the Weasley children, it states that he had an imposing nose. We can only see that Leander is not left out at the nasal level. I think it's a genetic inheritance that he could very well have passed onto his descendants because according to my calculations, he would have been seventy-five years old when Molly was born, which seems a bit too old to me – so that is quite unlikely. It is more reasonable to consider him as Percy's great-grandfather. Apart from this physical aspect we cannot neglect one point concerning Leander, he's one hardworking fellow.

He certainly is boastful but in his description, it is implied that he works hard trying to live up to his house, even more so when we understand that his older brother was brilliant during his education although a bit of a cheater. A bit of trouble, if you may. This specific point is reminiscent of the complexes that Ronald Weasley would harbor a century later.

Perhaps like the latter, he would have an incompatibility with his wand which would reduce his magical abilities. Let's not forget that Percy's character is not foreign to what we can see quite clearly in Leander : this Gryffindor pride.

So theoretically it would look something like this:

Ultimately this is only speculation, but it has been pointed out that during the war against Lord Voldemort, the Prewett line died out, including their last male heirs: Gideon and Fabian. We can therefore assume that Leander's brother would only have had daughters, that if Leander had had another child, they would have been daughters as well. And finally concerning Ignatius Prewett, it is specified that he and Lucretia Black never had any child, so it makes the theory entirely possible.

What do you think ?

#leander prewett #percy weasley #weasley family #hogwarts legacy

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vale-priestess · 1 year

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❀ MAYPOST ❀

Below is an article of mine I’ve shared before, about how Wiccans (especially those outside of the UK) have a skewed perception of May Day that does not necessarily reflect surviving traditions. This was long before the TERFs really started to take hold over the “nature-based” demographics; many of these harmless folk customs would be outlawed if they had the power to do so. Anyway, here it is in full, because nobody wants to click through a bunch of links. (archived here) ❀ Some time ago, I began to question what I've generally been told about British folk traditions. May Day, for example. I was so busy re-educating myself about folk festivals in Gaelic cultures, that I never stopped to question what I knew about British ones. My following visit to Wikipedia was illuminating.

Here are some things I was surprised to learn.

1. May Day is feminine and twee by today's standards.

At a neopagan festival, you're likely to encounter a maypole, and any dancing that occurs will be performed in the weaving of the ribbons around it. In England, there's a lot more dancing. Elaborately choreographed dancing. Young and old folks dancing. With bells. And ribbons. And wands. And little hankies. And flowers. Flowers on hats. Men's hats.

These Cotswold dancers, for example. Or these dancers at Oxford Circus. As you can see from some of the comments, the average citizen tends to find these displays uncool and annoying. Failing to combat this attitude is a contingent of "goths and pagans" on a mission to butch the whole thing up with black clothing, phallic pantomime, and seasonally inappropriate hats - much to the disapproval of traditionalists (and people who can see.)

Happily, morris isn't restricted to the month of May. They are also seen on other holidays, such as St George's Day and Pentecost. On Plough Monday, dancers in East Anglia gather in “molly teams,” made up of jolly, burly types dressed like little girls.

Royal Liberty Morris dancers and “molly”

2. The May Queen can be a little girl.

Wiccan and neopagan literature tends to emphasize the idea of May Day as a marriage rite between the “king” and “queen” of spring. But that doesn’t necessarily describe the festivals that have survived to the present day. In many townships, the sole representative of springtime is the May Queen: a young girl chosen from among local students in their pre-to-mid-teens.

She is crowned before her community and a procession is made to welcome her rule.

She may have a wide cast of characters and troops to accompany her, including musicians, dancers and attendants. One of the longest running May Day fairs is held each year in Hayfield, Derbyshire, where there are many roles and silly costumes donned by children and adults.

Hayfield May Queen attended by girls dressed as beefeaters.

There is precedent for a May King, however, to be found in some Early Modern sources. Here's one mention of a "Lord of May" from the diary of Henry Machyn, in 1557: "On the 30th day of May was a jolly May-game in Fenchurch Street (London) with drums and guns and pikes, The Nine Worthies did ride; and they all had speeches, and the morris dance and sultan and an elephant with a castle and the sultan and young moors with shields and arrows, and the lord and lady of the May." These military characters may reflect the Spanish origins of morris dance, where battles were reenacted to commemorate historical conflicts with Morocco.

Additionally, in Sports and Pastimes of the People of England, the author tells us that "in the comedy called The Knight of The Burning Pestle, written by Beaumont and Fletcher in 1611, a citizen, addressing himself to the other actors, says, 'Let Ralph come out on May-day in the morning, and speak upon a conduit, with all his scarfs about him, and his feathers, and his rings, and his knacks, as Lord of the May.' His request is complied with, and Ralph appears upon the stage in the assumed character, where he makes his speech, beginning in this manner: With gilded staff and crossed scarf the May Lord here I stand." Strutt also notes the appearance of Robin Hood appearing in May Day performances, accompanied by "a female, or rather, perhaps, a man habited like a female, called the Maid Marian, his faithful mistress."

From this, we see that...

3. The May Queen can be a drag performer.

In the late 1880s, chimney-sweeps and other guild-workers had developed their own styles of celebration. For them, the "Lady of the May" was typically played by a man, for comedic effect. She carried a ladle and was dressed like a flirty cook, while the "Lord of the May" was dressed as an admiral, or a gentleman in a powdered wig. I find this example interesting, not just for its urban setting, but for the satirical quality of the characters involved. Also, these games came about after morris traditions had lain dormant in the countryside for some time.

Some regions have processions led only by Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Interestingly, the Maid Marian was the sole focus of these pageants for centuries before the Robin Hood mythos came into being, and continued to preside over the festivities long after he had faded from popularity.

Another one of the oldest continuing May Day processions is the Abbots Bromley Horn Dance, dating back to the 11th century. Here, Maid Marian has no consort. Then, as now, she was played by a young man.

The Horn Dancers consist of the horn bearers, the Maid Marian, the Fool, a boy to keep time on triangle, and a boy with a bow and arrow. In recent years, girls have also been allowed to participate in the boys’ roles.

4. The May Queen can be a doll.

This is an interesting practice that bears a close resemblance to the Gaelic custom of making the Brideog doll on Imbolc. The Oxford Dictionary of English Folklore tells us:

The most widespread and best known May Day activity in the 19th and early 20th centuries was the children's garland custom. In essence, this involved groups of children visiting houses in their community showing a garland, singing a song, and collecting money. [...] A regular, but not ubiquitous, feature was to place a dressed and decorated doll (sometimes more than one) in the centre of the garland, or in front of it. She was usually called something like Her Lady, or The Queen, and treated with great respect. Commentators assume she represented the Virgin Mary. In some places, it was the doll which was given precedence, rather than the garland, transported in a decorated box or basket...

In this write-up from a UK newspaper, we're told:

There has been much debate about what the May Doll represents. Some believed it was the Virgin Mary, to whom the month was dedicated, others Flora or the May Queen. One of a group of young girls told a folklorist in Bampton, Oxfordshire in the 1970s that their doll represented a goddess whilst another in the group said it was Minerva! In Edlesborough, Buckinghamshire, two dolls, one smaller than the other, were carried in a covered decorated chair to resemble the Virgin and Child.

It also notes that in some counties, this doll was called "the Maulkin." Bringing this all back around, these etymology geeks claim that "maulkin" or "malkin" was once a common term for the young man dressed as the lady in May Day dances and parades. Guess playing dress-up was always the point.

What strikes me the most after learning all of this? Overall, traditional May Day festivities seem...almost diametrically opposed to the image presented to me by the pagan community, which was all about reinforcing strict gender roles. On the American side at least, I think a lot of pagan men would find the absence of a May King intolerable, and the presence of a drag queen unthinkable. In their minds, this can't be what their ancestors intended. If they can invent their own May Day to be more heavy metal, then they will do just that.

I am not here to say that old customs are good and new ones are bad. Many of the traditions described above were revived in the 1900s, by new communities who did new things with it. There were also debates in the mid-20th century, around whether women should be allowed to participate in May dancing, despite the fact that women were evidently involved both in its history and preservation. So it’s not as if the legacy of May Day is totally free of sexism or revisionism. What I'm here to say is this: Sometimes, when a person claims to be practicing an ancient faith that's been passed down secretly through the country-ways of the common-folk, you have to ask yourself: what is it they're really advocating? Tradition? Clearly, tradition has no problem with unmarried girls or cross-dressing men. Nature veneration? Somehow, the seasons kept turning through all this. If someone is telling you a story about what your forebears practiced, believed, or valued - can you be sure they’re telling the truth? To the best of their ability? It's important to be sure, I think, if we sincerely want to honor the past.

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Extras:

Jack-In-The-Green Revisited

Quest For the Queens is a collection of BBC footage of May Day festivities in New Westminster, from the 1930s onward.

The Hayfield May Festival in 2011.

Nigel Pennick with a May garland and doll, plus a song on accordion.

#may day #beltane #wicca #I tried to post this earlier in the day #but I started disassociating really badly #I definitely don't have religious trauma #from the happy hippie religion #nope none at all #why is the last emoji so huge

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