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lilianasgrimoire · 4 days

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Witches & Witchcraft: Types & Definitions

There is an abundance of types of witches, some being more common than others, for example, death witch or hedge witch. I have provided the different types of witches with a brief description/definition of what they study, believe and tools most commonly used for each.

The types of witchcraft is entirely up to the individual which they prefer to do. One person may only follow on type of magick whereas another may follow several. Listed are a handful of the many kinds, but I'm listing the most common/known types of magick/witchcraft that people fall into.

I have grouped some witches together as they fit together under the same or similar definitions.

Types of Witches

Religious witches;

Christian, Satanic (Theistic), Laveyan Satanic, Hellenic, Celtic and Wiccan, etc. are witches that follow a primary belief system and incorporate their religion into the craft.

Non-Religious witches;

Secular - doesn't work with [a] deity(ies).

Science - (also a craft type), uses metaphysical and scientific fads and theories mixed together.

Other types of witches;

Solitary - works alone and is not part of a coven. Won't typically work with other witches for spell work or any part of their practice.

Eclectic - a practice that includes multiple practises from different areas. A mixture of all practices, may practise one more than another, or all equally.

Hereditary/Generational - a witch who is born into a family whom practice the craft. The term 'Blood witch' is often a hot topic of controversy as to whether it makes one a more powerful witch.

Traditional - a type that is based on honouring the traditional ways of magick, which also ties in nicely with generational/hereditary witches.

Chaotic/Chaos - a witch who utilizes new, non-traditional and unorthodox methods. It's still relatively new and highly individualistic practice while still drawing from common forms of magick.

Types of Witchcraft/Magick

Green Witch; A witch who uses natural magick, such as creating blends of different plants, or primarily using herbs and/or crystals spells in their craft. Tools mostly consist of herbs, crystals, stones, flowers, soil or other greenery.

Hedge Witch; Also know as an astral witch, this type of magick is orientated around spiritual work such as astral projection, lucid dreaming, spirit work, healing and out-of-body magick. Tools mostly consist tarot cards, runes, pendulum, stones, crystal ball, mirrors & candles.

Dream Witch; Mindful and internal magickal practice mainly based from interpreting dreams and/or engaging in lucid dreaming. Practises used to 'de-code' symbols and messages in the dream world can be used similarly to how one would use divination techniques. Tools mostly consist of dream catchers, candles, books of glossaries of symbols.

Sea/Ocean; Derived from materials and abstract ideas involving ocean and the oceanic world. Sea or ocean magick can be worked with by using things found on or relating to a beach/lagoon. A sea witch might draw their energy from such tools. Tools commonly consist of driftwood, pebbles/stones, seashells, ocean water, bones, seaweed, candles.

Storm/Weather; magick used through combining one's energy with the weather; most commonly rain. Weather witches will collect different ingredients provided by the weather, absorb energy from storms, manipulate winnds, or perhaps predict the weather. Tools most commonly consist of rain/snow water, symbols/weather maps, crystals.

Cottage/Hearth; Magick that is weaved and worked or embedded into mundane tasks around the house or for loved ones. Cottage magick is usually worked into cleaning, hobbies or cooking. Tools commonly consist of essential oils, incense, bells, flowers, cleaning utensils, spices and herbs.

Tea Witch; Creating blends of teas for protection, remedies or even to use for tea-leaf divination. Tools commonly consist of tea, herbs, waters, spices.

Tech Witch; Use of technology in the craft, mostly based through phones or computers. Mostly used for storing of information, grimoires, spell books and Book of Shadows/diaries. Tools consist of apps on the phone, digital sigils, online blogs and pages.

Garden/Flora; Mostly (if not all) focused on herbal and botanical measures. Many garden witches have their own garden and plant flowers and herbs to draw in energy for their home and to include in rituals and spells. Tools commonly consist of flowers, soil, seeds, greenery, twigs/tree branches, leaves.

Elemental; Using all 4 (or 5) elements in an honouring or acknowledging form. A witch can choose to work with all, or singular elements. One may have a dedicated area on their alters to a particular elements. Tools consist of anything related to said element.

Faery/Fae; Magick for those who communicate with, and/or work with the Fae. Those whom work with fae may also leave offerings regularly as thanks for the assistance of a faery in their spell work. Tools commonly consist of anything sweet, sigils, offerings.

Spirit; A practice which an individual will perform spell work in conjunction with (or the help of) any manner of spirit, including Ouija, demon spirits, spiritual contact of any kind, working with ancestors. Tools commonly consist of crystals, bells, incense, Ouija boards, tarot cards, pendulums, sigils.

Draconian: The use of dragons and dragon imagery; whether it be trough astral matters or in spells and rituals. May also be connected with dragon spirits on their journey. Tools commonly consist of dragons art, statues, candles.

Seasonal; Utilizing and drawing energy from specific time periods of the year for their magick. One individual may feel more powerful at a particular time of year. It can also be spread out into the 4 seasons. Tools commonly consist of herbs related to certain seasons, stones, ruins and the weather.

Music; Can be through singing, humming, playing an instrument, creating music or having it on during spell work to add energies. Tools consist of speakers, instruments, voice, chimes, lyrics & sheet music.

Art & Craft; Anything from painting to knitting to building something. Tools consist of anything you can craft with.

Sigils; Working majorly with sigils and the intent that can be put into them to activate their power. Tools commonly used are pens, paper, makeup, candles.

Astronomy/Space/Luna; Correlates their belief in conjunction with the planets, stars and/or moon. Versed in moon phases and tend to do spell work at night rather than day time. Tools commonly used are horoscopes, calendars, charts, moonlight, moon water.

Energy; Those who prefer to do magick through energy exercises and manipulation rather than many physical tools or materials. This may also include aura work. The only tools needed for this type is yourself.

Crystal; Magick that is worked commonly with stones and crystals. The practise may include chakra balancing, crystal meditation and even spell work or rituals. Extensive knowledge of stone, including how to identify them. Tools most commonly used are crystals, books, grimoires and stones.

Literacy; Those who practise through books and literature - studying the craft after the 'beginner' phase of learning. Tools are books, poems, written work.

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catchallfangirl · 20 days

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Em's March Fic Madness 2024 Materlist Part I

@the-blind-assassin-12's March Fic Madness challenge to reblog 63 fics/masterlists/ect... (the same number of games in the March Madness Basketball tournament) in the month of March.

Total MarchFicMadness24 reblogs: 82

I've organized everything by character | Part II

Javier Peña

The Crush Drabble by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Separation by @lokischocolatefountain

The Pause by @talaok

Some Fools Fool Themselves by @freelancearsonist

Married Man by @mellowswriting

Take the weight off his shoulders (7 & 8) by @thetriumphantpanda

the light by @luvpedropascal

Late Night Texts (7-11) by @undercoverpena

To Perish Twice (1-3) by @brandyllyn

If Leaving Comes to Staying by @javierssunglasses

Que Manera de Despertar & Dámelo by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Bittersweet & Savior Complex by @wannab-urs

Stiches by @justagalwhowrites

Marcus Pike

Keep It by @jksprincess10

confetti by @secretelephanttattoo

cradle by @rainontherooftops

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight & The Art of the Double Cross by @whataperfectwasteoftime

I'll Crawl Home to You by @thetriumphantpanda

Joel Miller

When you move, I move by @ghotifishreads

seasons don't by @carazondebeskar-reads

Clot by @luxurychristmaspudding

When My Times Comes Around (2&3) & Linger On (13) by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Safe & Sound (the sun is going down) by @janaispunk

Stranger in a Bar (Part I) by @justagalwhowrites

Smother (1-3) by @beardedjoel

Din Djarin/Mando

Repent Your Sins by @beskarandblasters

Frankie Morales

midnight strikes, where is my prince? by @undercoverpena

tick, & Right on Cue by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

object of my affection & sweet treat by @mrsmando

Life is but a... by @wordywarriorwrites

Punch Drunk City by @rayslittlekitten

Gum by @notjustjavierpena

The First Time by @fettuccin-e

Jack Daniels/ Agen Whiskey

Sundress Season by @kewwrites

Cave In by @javierssunglasses

Dave York

Watching You by @aurorawritestoescape

three's a crowd by @janaispunk

wildest dreams (1 &2) by @janaispunk & @joelscurls

The Serpent Under it by @brandyllyn

Knife by @wannab-urs

Dave X BabySitter PWP by @auteurdelabre

Constellations in his Eyes & when we go crashing down by @janaispunk

#marchficmadness24 #em’s fic recs #pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller x reader #javier peña x reader #javier peña #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #din djarin x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #dave york #dave york x reader #ppcu fanfiction

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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Lost fics. Any help would be appreciated! ❤️

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Hi! I'm looking for a fic that was based on Léon The Professional, though Stiles was older than Mathilda. Derek was the hitman, and Stiles's family had been murdered. If I remember correctly, Isaac and Scott had been his little brothers.

Would you be able to put your finger on this fic? "stiles has magic and he made a deal with a powerful witch to protect beacon hills, but it supposedly took away his love for derek in the process (or maybe Derek made the deal), except that he's growing a garden to break the spell" My google-fu is failing me. I know I've read it before, but going through my history is a month-long endeavor! I think Derek is a deputy and he keeps running into Stiles and it's not clear what has happened between them at first. I think Stiles is referred to as a hedge witch at some point? que tu m’aimais encore by magneticwave | 19.9K Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

I think this fic has been deleted off ao3 and I'm very sad. De-aged Derek. He and Stiles become a couple. Stiles ends up a human alpha of the entire pack. (TBH it's rather porny and there's voyeur/exhibition) and there's a lake house or beach house. Eventually Derek goes back to regular Derek.

Hi! Bit of a long one: there's this fanfic that is uncompleted, where Stiles was in the Hale House when he saw a crystal ball (??) on the floor, got down low to grab it and fell through the floor, waking up in the past. He met teenage Derek in a diner with Laura, started talking to them, and decided to protect Derek from Kate before he ever met her. Derek is a lifeguard at the lake where Stiles goes to monitor him and there was a scene where Derek lapped the lake to impress Stiles. Stiles also squats in the Stilinski House to survive and Sheriff doesn't know who he is. Do you know the fic? I've been looking for it for forever

Hi! I have been trying to find a teen wolf and marvel cross over fic. It’s where I believ Tony stark and Claudia where best friend growing up and fell in love. And then she gets pregnant with his baby(aka stiles). Stiles finds out from a bunch of letters but keeps it to himself until I believe Tony get captured and goes missing for months.( iron man 1). Then he goes into a depression and won’t eat or anything until the day Tony is found. Also involves when aliens attack and stiles freaks out again and makes it his mission to go to New York and meet him. Hidden Truths by Harmonious113 | 212.4K | WIP Claudia Stilinkski always did her best to hide the truth from her family-her past, her family, the boy she couldn’t quite seem to let go of- to spare John and Stiles from the heartbreak. Stiles finds a trunk of letters and pictures unearthing the truth. His father is Tony Stark.

It was a Teen Wolf Sterek fic, an au with magic. Claudia either adopted stiles or was his bio mom and pretended to adopt him, but stiles had a familiar who constantly turned into dead grotesque bodies and the only person who accepted them fully (and laughed at the familiar being gruesome) was laura. laura dies somehow and derek comes in. I think laura and stiles were partners for the magic things law enforcement? I remember that they thought stiles might have killed laura/tried to pin it on him, but after lauras death derek takes over as stiles' partner. I remember one scene with lydia and maybe heather and stiles with candles? I'm pretty sure both lyds and stiles lived with claudia. by the end of the fic the familiar sacrifices itself to save stiles and his friends from the argents, and I'm pretty sure there's a scene where ally defects from her aunt/grandpa. (There's) Sulphur in Our Blood by WonderWolf | 210.9K | Explicit | WIP Secret Agent AU where Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure that Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns

Hi Team! Hoping the community can come through on finding two fics... First one - Stiles gets a stressful job in IT (poss in San Fran?) and starts hallucinating rich Derek drinking posh coffee in NYC. After several hallucinations of Derek being all "you really need a new job," it turns out that Derek is real, is an alpha, and Stiles is fated to be his emissary. The Sun to Rise by andavs | 7.5K Stiles has an imaginary friend. He's kind of a dick.

Second one - (which may have been deleted from AO3) is a canon divergent S1 AU. It hits the beats of S1 but instead Scott doesn't hesitate when Derek offers him the chance to kill Peter and possibly reverse the bite. Scott kills Peter and is human again. The main thing I remember is after the fact, Stiles visits Derek at the burned down Hale house and says something like "it's like none of it really happened." And Derek levels him with a sour wolf look and says "it happened." Timshel by jsea | 12.5K Derek lets Scott kill Peter for the cure at the end of S1. This is the story of how that choice changes everyone's fate. "Sir, you should know..." Derek starts to say, then snaps his mouth closed when the Sheriff takes one hand off the steering wheel, and holds it up in a halting gesture. "You're not a bad kid, Derek." "I'm a werewolf," Derek says, before he can think about it. For the first time in his life the word feels dirty, like something to be ashamed of. It makes him feel like a little kid again, using a curse word without understanding what it means.

I can't remember if it was a steter or sterek fic. It's a short humourous fic where Stiles has an injury but he was adamant that bandaids could fix it and it was at least a six inch long-ass gash or something. If this sounds familiar to anyone? Thanks!

Looking for a fic where I don’t remember much just Isaac coming home to Derek trashing the loft and saying something like “I just saw stiles, he reeks of sex” then it cut scene to something else. I don’t think it was a king fic but I could be wrong. Thank you so much in advance Noticed by forestofbabel | 35.1K Stiles left on a Tuesday. Nobody Noticed.

#sterek #ficrecs #sterek fics #lost fic

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furys-mercy · 3 months

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|| WELCOME ||

Welcome to Fury’s Mercy. This blog is largely dedicated to my main OC, August Mercer, and his journal entries, screenshots, drabbles, and memes. That said, alts will be featured and cross-posted. Particularly those alts with ties to Mercer. Which, at this point, is most if not all of them. With this in mind (and the fact that I follow from this blog, and people may be more familiar with another character) I have decided to keep an updated pinned post with my current character roster as well as relevant information about tags and character nicknames used on this blog.

|| CHARACTER ROSTER ||

- | AUGUST MERCER | - | MAIN OC | - | RP: ACTIVE | - | MACHINIST, ENGINEER, SUMMONER | - | CARRD |

- | SEBASTIAN DE VAIREMONT | - | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE | - | DUELIST, SOCIALITE, BASTARD | - | TUMBLR | - | CARRD |

- | VISCOUNT CYRILLE DE ARCHAMBEAU | - | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE | - | FORMER INQUISITOR, ECCENTRIC, IN WANT OF A WIFE | - | CARRD |

- | LADY MARCETTE DE VAIREMONT | - | ALT OC | - | RP: UPON REQUEST | - | FALLEN LADY, SOCIALITE, VINDICTIVE |

- | TEO-LINH | - | ALT OC | - | RP: UPON REQUEST | - | TRAVELLER, HEDGE WITCH, VOIDTOUCHED | - | TUMBLR |

- | KISHAR SEPELIRE | - | ALT OC | - | RP: UPON REQUEST | - | TRAVELLER, VENGEFUL, VOIDSENT |

|| SHIP TAGS ||

#guard my heart - Mercer & his husband X’khal’a Moui

#the crow and dragon - Mercer & his husband Akhutai Urit

#a light in the dark - Mercer & his boyfriend Fehre’a Khaari

|| STORY TAGS ||

#duplicitous deeds - A completed storyline surrounding a rivalry between Mercer and another goldsmith. Involved Akhutai Urit.

#into the unknown - An ongoing storyline involving both Mercer and his half-brother, Sebastian de Vairemont.

|| NICKNAMES ||

Mercer tends to give nicknames to people that he really cares about. These nicknames may appear in his journal entries, drabbles, or ask responses. So folks know who is who, I have included a list below.

Kid - X’khal’a Moui

Firestorm - Akhutai Urit

Boss - Sasari Sari

Lordling - Sebastian de Vairemont

Starlight - Lazne Urit

#OOC #Blog Information #Tags #Character Roster

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oscarseyebrow · 1 year

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as 2022 has come to an end, the fandoms family 🫰🫰discord server took part in a little ‘hall of fame’ event, in which they were encouraged to recommend their own work that they were proud of from this year, as well as recommending others they had enjoyed, too.

it was lovely to see so much positivity and praise for our fandoms and i’ve been very excited to share these with you! if you would like to get involved and join our server, please drop me a message and i can send you the invite link.

now, without further ado, i hope you enjoy these recommendations as much as we have! please remember to check all warnings listed on individual fics/artwork.

fanfiction

Souls Heal Less Readily - @words-are-fireproof | Javier Pena x F Reader

The Favorite - @flightlessangelwings | Javier Peña x F Reader x Comandante Veracruz

Let Go - @flightlessangelwings | Joel Miller x F Reader

Notes on Tutoring - @honestly-shite | Dave York x F Reader

Adversity - @the-ginger-hedge-witch | Frankie x Ezra x F Reader

La Estrella de mi Vida - @flightlessangelwings | Javi Gutiérrez x F Reader Haalur - @words-are-fireproof | Din Djarin x F Reader

Enkindle - @oscarseyebrow | Din Djarin x F Reader

Fragments - @einno-arko | Din Djarin x F Reader

Seed Pearls - @zinzinina | Din Djarin x F Reader

Mutual - @the-scandalorian | Din Djarin x F Reader

Between The Wars - @mylifeisactuallyamess | General Hux x GN Reader

Upon the Throne - @saradika | Boba Fett x F Reader x Fennec Stand

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing - @eupheme | Obi-Wan x F Reader

Aphelion - @oscarseyebrow | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Pink and Blue Ribbon - @the-little-ewok | Poe Dameron x F Reader

The Holiday - @dailyreverie | Poe Dameron x Reader

Homecoming - @astroboots | Frankie Morales x F Reader x Santiago Garcia

Mythos - @acourtofsnakes | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

Undercurrent - @oscarseyebrow | Steven Grant/Marc Spector x F Reader

A Suitable Arrangement - @moon-kn1ght | Billy Russo x F Reader (x Frank Castle)

Yuánfèn - @writerwrites | Steve Rogers x Reader

Darkness At The Edge - @moon-kn1ght | Matt Murdock x F Reader

A Lizard Dog, A Banana Boat, And a Cassette Tape - @pumpkin-stars | Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Darkness At The End of My Love - @acourtofsnakes | Eddie Munson x Reader

Penny For Your Thoughts - @eupheme | Alfred Pennyworth x F Reader

It's Meant To Feel That Way - @writerwrites | Andy Barber x Reader

Reunion - @pumpkin-stars | Geralt of Rivia x GN Reader

artwork

Steven Grant - @pumpkin-stars

Weeknights Frankie - @mjpens

Space Sisters - @manofbeskar

Din Djarin in the waters of Mandalore - @mjpens

Don't be afraid - @stealyourblorbos

shops

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littlemisspascal · 1 year

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New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@odetodilfs @mypoisonedvine

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let me know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@alwaysbethewest Javier S.W.A.K

@haylzcyon Javier Whatever You Need

@flightlessangelwings Javier Kisses in Which, “I Can’t Believe This is Real, but I Love You So Much”

@whatsnewalycat Javier Secret Admirer

@pedropascalsx Javier The Beginning / Frankie Sooner

@novemberrain-writes Javier Sheltered

@albertasunrise Javier Boss’ Desk / Joel Look for the Light + See You Again

@katareyoudrilling Joel Construction Corner

@ilovemanypeople Joel Losses and Companions

@jedifarmerr Joel Pepper Sprout

@forever-rogue Joel Hurt

@radiowallet Joel West

@littlepadika Joel He Gets You a Stuffie

@din-jarhead Joel Luxury

@peterparkersnose Joel Give In

@huffle-pissed Joel How to Make a Latte

@heyhilana Joel Days of Love

@misspearly1 Joel Hush

@eupheme Joel Take It Slow

@the-ginger-hedge-witch Joel More

@lavendertales Joel We Go Down Together

@rayslittlekitten Joel Grumpy Old Man

@ozarkthedog Joel Greedy Little Thing

@allfoolsinluv Joel Crave

@toomanystoriessolittletime Joel Healing / Javier Apart

@icanbeyourjedi-writes Mr. Ben Love, Wings and Football

@chaoticgeminate Mr. Ben Rainy Days

@writer-darling Ezra How Do You Feel About Me?

@kayleezra Ezra Capitalist Holiday

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Pero The Valentine’s Dom / Marcus P A Valentine For One / Joel The Last Valentine’s / Whiskey First Comes Marriage / Joel + Dave The Exchange

@psychedelic-ink Pero Afterglow / Dieter Hold Me, Love Me, Touch Me, Honey

@simpingcowboy Pero Un Millón de Primaveras//A Million Springs

@dindjarindiaries Din Scarlet Promise

@autumnleaves1991-blog Din I Need a Mechanic

@dinsverdika Din A Yellow Leaf & Glowing Flowers

@typingcorgi Marcus P Paper Rings

@lowlights Dieter February 15th

@pennyserenade Dieter It’s Never Over

@theredwritingwitch Frankie Home Cookin’

@nothoughtsjustmeds Frankie Tame

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Frankie Whatta Man / Joel Surprise

@supernaturalgirl20 Oberyn The Viper & The Lamb

@deadhumourist Oberyn A Game of Realities

@agentwhiskeysdarlin Whiskey Come Back to Me

@littlebirdsbookshelf Dave A Valentine’s In Reverse

@prolix-yuy Dave Taut / Dieter Simulated

@whataperfectwasteoftime Dave Ropes

#my library #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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spanishskulduggery · 2 years

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Spanish Vocab List - El bosque de la bruja / The Witch’s Forest

I started this list all “let’s talk about trees and flowers” and then it took a hard turn into “now say you meet Baba Yaga in the forest...” and I’m not going to apologize for the spoopy witchy vibes

la bruja = witch [also technically you can see/use el brujo for “male witch” or “warlock” though often “witch” in English comes across as distinctly feminine]

el aquelarre = a coven, a witches’ coven

la hora bruja = the witching hour la hora de brujas = the witching hour

la brujería = witchcraft

el curandero, la curandera = healer [sometimes santero/a which has multiple meanings - it can be “witchdoctor” but also a practitioner of santería which is a mix of religious and folk traditions]

el hechicero, la hechicera = sorcerer, sorceress

el mago, la maga = mage / magician

el encanto = enchantment, charm / magic spell

el hechizo = magic spell, charm, hex

la maldición = curse

el maleficio = curse

el mal de ojo = evil eye

la caldera = cauldron [or “caldera” of a volcano]

el ermitaño, la ermitaña = hermit, recluse

la escoba = broom

la magia = magic

mágico/a = magic, magical

el hado = Fate los hados = the Fates

el hada, las hadas = fairy, fairies el hada madrina = fairy godmother

el/la vidente = seer el clarividente, la clarividente = clairvoyant, seer

el/la médium = spirit medium

la nigromancia = necromancy el/la nigromante = necromancer

la rueca = spinning wheel

la manzana envenenada = poison apple

malvado/a = evil, wicked

malo/a = bad, evil

bueno/a = good

la guarida = lair, den

lanzar un hechizo/encanto/maleficio = to cast a spell/charm/curse

la poción = potion

elaborar = to brew, to create [in other contexts it’s “to elaborate”, but in the context of food or drink it means “to make” in the sense of “to labor over” - the idea here is that it requires time and effort to fully make it and get everything right, so it’s used for “brewing alcohol” or any mixture that requires significant time or specialized creation, and potion making in a fantasy setting]

el bosque = the woods / forest / woodland el bosquecillo = small forest [sometimes “copse of trees”]

la selva = forest [often more wild] / jungle

el jardín = garden

el huerto (de fruta / de frutales) = orchard el huerto = vegetable garden, personal garden [el huerto generally means “a garden for growing food” and can be either “(vegetable) garden” or “orchard”, but in English an “orchard” is specifically more “fruit”; but it could be either]

la arboleda = grove, collection of trees

el sol = sun

la luna = moon

la estrella = star

la nube = cloud

la lluvia = rain

la nieve = snow

la tormenta = storm la tempestad = storm, tempest

el rayo = lightning / bolt, lightning bolt, thunderbolt

el trueno = thunder

el granizo = hail / hailstone

la niebla = fog

la neblina = mist, fog

el amanecer = dawn

la mañana = morning

el mediodía = midday, noon

la tarde = afternoon / evening

el atardecer = evening

el crepúsculo = twilight

la noche = night

la medianoche = midnight

la madrugada = early morning, the wee hours of the morning

la víspera = eve (of something), the night before

el ocaso = sunset

diurno/a = day (adj), daytime / diurnal, awake during the day

nocturno/a = night (adj), nighttime / nocturnal, awake at night [as a general example las clases nocturnas mean “night classes” which is literally “classes at night”... as opposed to las clases diurnas which would mean “daytime classes”; in the context of school you could say tengo una clase nocturna y otras diurnas “I have one night class and others during the day”]

el árbol = tree arbóreo/a = arboreal, related to trees

el arbusto = shrub, shrubbery

el seto = hedge

la madera = wood

el tronco = trunk / log [also in anatomy “torso”]

el tocón = stump (of a tree)

la leña = firewood, log (for firewood usually) el leño = a log el leñador, la leñadora = woodcutter, lumberjack

la corteza = bark (of a tree) [also means “crust” for bread or the earth]

la copa (de árbol) = canopy las copas = canopy (of many trees)

la rama = branch

la raíz = root

la savia = sap [sometimes it also means “lifeblood” or “vitality” or “vigor”]

la hoja = leaf [or “blade”, or “sheet of paper”]

la flor = flower

el pétalo = petal

la semilla = seed

el tallo = stalk / stem

la hierba = grass / herb [sometimes spelled yerba] el césped = grass, lawn

la hierba mala = weed [lit. “bad grass”]

la especia = spice

la vid = vine

marchitado/a = withered, shriveled, dried up

la espina = thorn espinoso/a = thorny

la baya = berry

la hiedra = ivy la hiedra venenosa = poison ivy

el hongo = mushroom, fungus la seta = mushroom, toadstool el champiñón = mushroom [idk if it’s used everywhere but you see this at least in Spain for edible mushrooms sometimes]

el moho = mold

el musgo = moss

el liquen = lichen

la zarza = bramble, briar

silvestre = wild, growing in the wild

comestible = edible

el veneno = poison, venom envenenar = to poison venenoso/a = poisonous, venomous envenenado/a = poisoned, having poison in it

letal, mortal = deadly

el roble = oak

el arce = maple

el sauce = willow el sauce llorón = weeping willow

el fresno = ash tree

la pícea = spruce

el acebo = holly

la haya = beech

el pino = pine tree

el corno / el cornejo = dogwood

el álamo = poplar

el alcornoque = cork tree

la adelfa = oleander

la secoya = sequoia / redwood

el mangle = mangrove el manglar = mangroves [a collection of mangroves]

la rosa = rose

la violeta = violet

el lirio = lily [sometimes la azucena]

el jacinto = hyacinth

la hortensia = hydrangea

el girasol = sunflower

la malva = mallow [malva can also be “mauve”; also el malvavisco is “marshmallow”... literally “sticky/goopy/viscous mallow”]

la malvarrosa = hollyhock

el botón de oro = buttercup [lit. “gold button”]

la digital = foxglove

el narciso = daffodil, narcissus

la lavanda = lavender

la lila = lilac

la nomeolvides = forget-me-not

el loto = lotus

la menta = mint

la caléndula = marigold

la belladonna = nightshade

el acónito = aconite / aconitum, monk’s hood, wolf’s bane el matalobos = wolf’s bane [lit. “kills wolves”]

el muérdago = mistletoe

el rocío = dew, dewdrop, morning dew

el ajo = garlic el diente de ajo = clove of garlic [lit. “tooth of garlic”]

la cebolla = onion

la calabaza = pumpkin / gourd

el maíz = corn [also el elote in some countries] la mazorca = corncob, ear of corn

el trigo = wheat

la salvia = sage

el jengibre = ginger

la canela = cinnamon

el diente de león = dandelion [lit. “lion’s tooth”]

la escoba de bruja = witch hazel [lit. “witch’s broom”] el avellano de bruja = witch hazel [lit. “witch’s hazel”]

la pimienta = pepper [spice]

la sal = salt rociar sal = to sprinkle salt espolvear sal = to sprinkle salt / to dust with salt

la hoz = sickle

el arado = plow

la hoguera = bonfire / campfire, fire pit

el hogar = home / hearth

la guadaña = scythe

la cosecha = harvest

el arco = bow / arch

la flecha = arrow

el mortero = mortar el molcajete = mortar [some countries, especially Mexico]

la mano = pestle [otherwise it’s “hand”]

el mortero y mano = mortar and pestle

moler = to grind molido/a = ground

el molino = mill

la tabla / el tablón = floorboard, wooden board

la viga = beam / rafter

el umbral = threshold

el muro = wall, outside wall, boundary line

la cerca = fence la valla = fence

la ciudad = city

el pueblo = town / people, population

la aldea = town, small town

la frontera = frontier, border

el claro = clearing (in a forest), glade

la choza = hut

la casita = little house la cabaña = cabin / cottage

la granja = farm

la finca = plantation, estate, farmhouse

la paja = straw el tejado de paja = thatched roof [lit. “straw roofing”]

el taller = workshop

la cueva = cave

la caverna = cavern

la gruta = grotto / undercroft

la roca = rock

la piedra = stone

el monte = hill, mountain / wilderness, forested area

la montaña = mountain

la sierra = mountain range [or a “saw” as a tool]

la colina = hill

la falda = slope [in clothes la falda is “skirt”]

el pantano = swamp / bog / mire

la ciénaga = swamp / bog / mire

el lodo = mud lodoso/a = muddy

el fango = mud / silt fangoso/a = muddy

el río = river el riachuelo = little river, stream

el lago = lake

el estanque = pond

el arroyo = stream el arroyuelo = brook, creek

el mar = sea

el océano = ocean

la orrilla = shore

la marea = tide

la arena = sand

el ciervo = deer, stag la cierva = deer, doe

el venado = deer [can exist in feminine as well... this word also sometimes gets translated as “hart”; also sometimes venado is the word for “venison” or deer meat]

el lobo, la loba = wolf [la loba is sometimes “she-wolf” in some contexts]

el oso, la osa = bear [la osa is sometimes “she-bear”]

el búho = owl

la lechuza = owl [thing barn owls or snowy owls; the owls with a flatter looking face; a Lechuza is also sometimes a witch or evil spirit who snatches children said to be bird-like]

el cuervo = crow la corneja = raven [in general, el cuervo is used for both “crow” and “raven” even in literature, though el cuervo and la corneja are different technically]

el murciélago = bat

el sapo = toad

la rana = frog

la serpiente = snake, serpent la víbora = viper, snake la culebra = snake [more literary]

el conejo = rabbit la liebre = hare, rabbit

el gato, la gata = cat

la rata / el ratón = rat, mouse [largely interchangeable]

la mosca = fly

el mosquito = mosquito

la luciérnaga = firefly, lightning bug

la libébula = dragonfly

la pluma = feather

el diente = tooth

el colmillo = fang

el ala = wing [technically feminine; el ala, las alas]

la lengua = tongue

el hueso = bone

la calavera / el cráneo = skull

el cuerno = horn

el asta, las astas = antler, antlers [technically feminine]

la piel = skin / hide, fur [also piel can be “leather”; also the word el cuero is “leather” though not always as common]

el caracol = shell, seashell

el caparazón = shell, carapace

el polvo = dust

la ceniza = ash

la sangre = blood

el enano, la enana = dwarf

el elfo, la elfa = elf

el fantasma = ghost

el gigante = giant

el ogro = ogre

el trol = troll [creature and internet troll]

hermoso/a = beautiful apuesto/a = handsome, good-looking

bello/a = beautiful [more intense than hermoso/a]

embrujado/a = bewitched / haunted

la casa embrujada = haunted house la casa encantada = haunted house

la fiera = fiend, beast, wild animal fiero/a = wild, ferocious

feroz = ferocious, wild

la bestia = beast

el monstruo = monster

el castillo = castle

la torre = tower

la mazmorra = dungeon el calabozo = dungeon [in modern Spanish el calabozo is the word for “holding cells” in a police office or a place where someone is detained; in older Spanish it can be used as “dungeon”]

el don = gift

el poder = power, ability poderoso/a = powerful, mighty

el truco = trick

la moraleja = moral

encantar = to enchant / to delight

convocar = to summon

conceder = to grant, to bestow / to concede

bendecir = to bless bendito/a = blessed

maldecir = to curse maldito/a = cursed

#Spanish #learn Spanish #learning Spanish #spanish vocabulary #langblr #learning languages #vocabulario #so much vocab

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Mal de Mer - Swoony Swashbucklers

Mel's girlhood reading choices are sus...

Mal de Mer on AO3

She's about to backtrack, when Silco says, "In time."

"In time?"

"When the moment's right." He tucks her curls, damp and dripping, over her shoulder. "When you're less inclined to envision my younger self as vermin scuttling from a pile of refuse."

"That's not—"

"No? How, then, would you picture me?" A wryness creeps into his voice. "Be honest."

"Well," Mel hedges, "I know you were a smuggler. You ran the Black Lanes, with Vander. The two of you were a bit of a legend belowground. I've seen photographs of you in archived newsprints. Mugshots, too." A tiny grin flickers. "You looked quite the chancer. All hooded eyes and sharp cheekbones. But also a bit... boyish. It was the hair." Idly, she tugs a damp, dark strand. "Quite long."

"Like a drowned rat."

"Like a merman. Or a pirate." She bites her lip. "I've always been fond of pirates."

"Have you, now?"

"Oh, you should've seen me as a girl. I had an entire shelf devoted to piratical romances. The swoonier, the better." A soft laugh, and a shake of her head. "My favorite was called 'The Devil and the Sea Witch'. It was a series of swashbuckling adventures. I'd smuggle each volume out from under the Grand Matron's nose. Read it under my bed, with a lantern, until my toes went numb."

"What was it about?"

"A roguish sea captain. A smuggler, like you. Lean as a knife, and as deadly. He had a wicked right hook, a price on his head, and a penchant for seducing noblewomen. But the twist was, he was no scoundrel. Not really. He was a castaway, and the victim of a great, unspeakable tragedy. The only thing he had left was his ship, and the seas."

"And the women?"

"An escape, from the solitude." Mel's grin turns a bit rueful. "Then, of course, he meets his match."

"Melusine, the sea queen?"

"Not a queen. Just a girl who'd lost her whole family to a terrible storm. She'd washed up on the shore, the sole survivor of the shipwreck. The magistrate, a lustful beast, falsely accused her of witchcraft. He sentenced her to hang unless she yielded to his advances. She fled the gallows, and stowed aboard the Devil's ship." The grin deepens. "Naturally, they hate each other. But the more they fight, the more the attraction flares. The Captain tries his hardest to resist. He is an inveterate rogue. Master of the high seas. He has no business with a soft little chit from the gentry. But, alas, he succumbs to her charms."

"Her perky arse?" Silco guesses.

"Her spirit. Her fire. She challenges him at every turn. Never gives him a moment's rest." Mel's sigh is a playful flutter. "They are so much alike, the pair of them. Two kindred spirits, bound by circumstance. And the sea."

"So, of course, he falls in love."

"He does."

"With her perky arse."

"With everything." Her lips, curving, find his shoulder. "The story ends with a grand battle. The crew of the Devil's ship, outgunned and outmanned, is besieged by an armada from the merchant navy. But our heroine saves the day, with a potion in a bottle. Proof, that there is a bit of a witch to her, after all. The Devil declares his undying love, and they sail off to a new horizon. The rest, well... I won't spoil the ending."

"I don't need it spoiled. It's all written on your face."

"Is it?"

"Happily Ever After."

"I wouldn't know." Her lightness fades. "When Mother found my books, she ordered them burnt. It was her way. No frivolity; only cold pragmatism. I watched as, one by one, the stories went up in smoke. I stood, and I said nothing. I was twelve years old. But I'd no tears left." Mel's throat works. "The rest of my years were spent in service to her ideals. Treatises on war. Texts on governance. Blood, and coin, and conquest on every page. I read, and I learned, and I grew up."

"Grew up. Or gave in?"

"I couldn't give in. If I did, she'd win. And if she won, it meant the life she'd forged for me was all there was. So I learned to keep the rest—the things that brought me joy—locked up tight." She twists to meet his eyes. "Until, one day, I met a real Devil. And he opened a door. Then, another. And another. Each one, leading somewhere strange. Somewhere... I'd been before. Or maybe only dreamed about."

His good eye, on hers, is a steady blue horizon. "So the story, in the end, was rewritten."

"Only if I write it for myself." She lifts a quivering hand up to thread through his wet hair. "Only if I get to choose."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward but never forget/xoxo #forward (never forget)/xoxo #arcane mel #mel medarda #mal de mer #melco #silco x mel

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Celestine Black

Pairing: Josephine Montilyet & Solas (gen) Characters: Josephine Montilyet, Solas Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Archive Warnings: None Applicable Other Tags: Classism, Fantasy racism Summary: Though Skyhold's guests may be of noble blood, their manners often leave much to be desired. When one insults the Inquisition's resident magical expert, who just so happens to be an apostate, Josephine takes it upon herself to remedy the situation. In typical Montilyet fashion. Written for TheSilentBard on AO3 for the @solas-lovers-exchange

“Apostate!” The word is an accusation upon Lady Verise’s lips, cutting as the shattered glass on the rotunda floor.

Josephine catches no more than a glint in the corner of her eye before she hears it break. By the time she looks it has scattered, broken pieces crawling across the stone like a plague of translucent roaches. Wine slides down Solas’s temple. Thick and viscous, it dries a violent plum purple where it landed on his sweater. The delicate slope of Lady Verise’s nose rather resembles the bellows of an accordion as she snarls in his direction.

The rest of the room looks on in a mix of shock and amusement. A knowing smile curls beneath the porcelain moustache of Lord Maigny, a sure sign that she ought to have expected this. Anticipated it in some way. It had seemed improper, showing off the murals without giving the artist his due, especially not when he stood so close at hand.

But it was a mistake, that much has been made evident.

Solas is the first to speak, dabbing at his face with a paint cloth as he does. “It appears our guest is in need of another glass,” he remarks, in a tone remarkably dry for one so damp. He levels his gaze towards the guest in question, then ducks it, deferential. “You are of course correct, my lady. I have never known the Circle’s guidance, although the loyal mages within the Inquisition have made it their mission to remedy the oversights brought about by a hedge mage’s education. Should you have the opportunity to speak with Enchanter Vivienne while you are here; I am certain you will find her insight as to my insufficiencies invaluable, and how she has endeavoured to correct them.”

Josephine bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smirking (a critical skill for an elder sister and ambassador to possess). Although she possesses no limit to her admiration for Vivienne, she had sat in on one of their discussions long enough to become well-acquainted with Solas’s. Still, if asked, she has no doubt Vivienne will play along. She has tied her reputation to that of the Inquisitions, and undermining that, as well as her own influence within it, is not how the game is played.

“Madame de fer was among the few dissenters in Empress Celene’s court after she invited the swamp witch into our midst,” Lady Verise tsks. “Why would she abide an apostate’s company?”

Seeing the chance to retake the reins of the situation, Josephine steps in. “If I may be so bold as to speak on Enchanter Vivienne’s behalf: Master Solas has behaved with the utmost propriety since joining our ranks. Any reservations we had regarding his position here have long since passed.”

Read the rest on AO3!

#solas #josephine montilyet #dragon age #da fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #Character: Solas #Character: Josephine Montilyet #relationship: platonic #relationship: solas & josephine montilyet

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 14: Disagree

Carlos’ POV

I gotta say, this is probably the best party I’ve ever been to! Seriously, how many dances end with a splash fight?

“I didn’t know you could dance!” Jane giggles as we dance to the fast tempo.

“I’m more than just a crazy dog person!” I tease. “VKs know how to dance!”

The night goes by way too fast, and soon enough the attendants start ushering everyone off the barge. Mal and Ben walk off to speak with Ben’s parents about enforcing security, and Evie goes off with Doug. Jane says she needs to help her mom clean up, but will meet me later in the courtyard. I look around for Magica, but am unsuccessful. Where did she go? I thought she’d be happy about Ben allowing more VKs into Auradon.

“Dude? Where are you?” I search for the troublesome canine and find him trotting down a dirt path. “Where were you?”

“I followed Binx,” he says nonchalantly. “Magica was having a moment.”

My thoughts fly. “Magica? Where is she? Is she ok?”

He scoffs and perches next to my feet. “As if you’d even notice, loverboy.”

I frown and tilt my head. “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. “Ugh, never mind. If you wanna find her, she’s in the school garden.”

Magica’s POV

“And you’re sure you want this?” Binx asks.

After I retrieve the Sanderson’s binding book from its hiding place I decide to walk through the gardens for one final goodbye.

“Yes. I’m positive.”

“But that means-”

“That I’ll officially be an outcast? I know, Binx.”

What he’s talking about is my plan to leave my final mark on Auradon Prep. I’ve let my flames spread over the hedges and singed the words ‘never forget’ as my message. I’ll never forget what they did to me, so they best not forget who I am. Sandersons have a way of holding a grudge.

“I’m guessing you’re going back into hiding?”

A new voice startles me and I spin around ready to spell the intruder-

“Carlos?” I blink in response to his appearance. “What are you- How did you know I was here?”

“I told him!” Dude speaks up.

By now Carlos has seen my message on the hedge. “What’s that?”

Lingering emotions beg me to apologize and forget the whole thing, but that part of me is dying. I’m sick and tired of pretending everything is fine!

“You saw how everyone reacted at Cotillion. They still see me as a wicked Sanderson witch. Why live among them and bother trying to shift their stubborn minds when I can be myself where no one’s watching?”

Carlos’ face falls and he gets defensive. “Magica, if you’d just stop running away from your problems then you could show people you’re not evil!”

My anger spikes and I flick sparks at his feet, causing him to jump. “Do not lecture me about hiding my feelings, De Vil!”

He gasps. “But I’m your friend! And I can’t allow you to burn the garden!”

I snicker. “That’s pretty sad coming from you.”

“Says the witch who nearly just set the garden on fire!” He gets agitated and starts gesturing to the hedges. “We do harmless pranks. This is an act of anarchy!”

I knew it. If I act sad and distant, people see it as pitiful. Once I change to be angry and disagreeing then they try to control me again.

“I’m going away, Carlos.” I bring a hand to his cheek and he flinches away, but I remain calm. “Don’t try to find me. Tell Mal that if she needs me, I’ll find her. But unless Auradon is willing to look past its stubborn and selfish ways then they should keep their corrupt business out of mine.”

“Seems to me like you’re just as stubborn and selfish,” Carlos murmurs. “What happened to the kind white witch who helped everyone?”

My attempts at a peaceful parting wither away and I see there’s no changing his mind. I give a heavy sigh and walk off to the garden’s exit.

“She’s gone. Replaced by someone wiser, and more aware of what kind of a world we live in. I’m sorry Carlos, but I’ve exhausted my efforts of trying to be someone I’m not for far too long.” I look back one last time, almost crushed when I see the disappointment in his eyes. “I wish you only the best, Carlos. Maybe someday our paths will cross again under different circumstances.”

Binx jumps up onto my shoulder. With one final flash of purple flames, I use my new-found transportation magic and we vanish.

I’m no longer doing this for you. It’s time to forget being perfect and finally put my own interests at heart.

#descendants carlos #carlos descendants #carlos de vil x reader #carlos de vil #mal descendants #evie descendants #jay descendants #ben descendants #doug descendants #jane descendants #audrey descendants #uma descendants #harry hook descendants #gil descendants #binx hocus pocus #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson

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Fragments of fright (4)

From Edouard Brasey's "The Great Encyclopedia of the Marvelous"

Some French variations of the werewolf myth

Birette

In the Loire region, the birettes are women who, after a deal with the devil, obtained from him either a wolf's skin or a boar's skin. Upon wearing this skin, the women become possessed and are said to be "courir la birette" (to run the birette), that is to say they attack cattle in the night and frighten the humans they meet. Just like werewolves, of which they are a variant, they keep in their human shape the wounds and mutilations inflicted to them in their animal form.

The birette metamorphosis is a demonic heritage: it is transmitted inside the family, from generation to generation, usually passed to the elder child of the family, that said child wants it or not. The birette is very similar to another creature named the "galipote" - however the galipote's modus operanti has her climb onto trees, to jump on the back of those who travel late at night. She will cling to their back, forcing the traveller to be her mount and carry her around - all the while she will become heavier and heavier, until finally the victim is crushed under her weight.

Garache

The garache is a female werewolf of the Vendée and Poitou regions. Her transformation, which always occurs at night, is actually a punishment, caused by some crime the garache commited while in human form. There is a distinction between the "garaches à sauter" (jumping garaches), who jumped over hedges ; and the "garaches à percer" (piercing garaches) who went right through thorny bushes. Ismaël Mérindol noted in his "Traité de Faërie" a nursery rhyme that goes as such:

"La garache a sauté par-ci / La garache a sauté par-là / Hache, hache, hache / Gare à la garache!" ("The garache jumped here / The garache jumped there / Axe, axe, axe / Beware the garache!"

When a garache is wounded in her animal form, she immediately returns to her human shape but dies in the process. This goes against the myth of the male werewolves, who keep their animal wounds upon their human shape without dying of them.

Sometimes the garaches are ot werewolves, but rather witches that either gather during sabbaths, or take part in some wild hunts/demonic hunts. Other times, a garache can be a type of "White Lady" (Dame Blanche), ghostly, misty beings with cloud-like coats and that surround houses with their fogs.

Lubins and lupins

The lubins (or lupins) are a type of corpse-eating wolves that haunt the cemeteries of Central France. It is said that they gnaw upon the bones of the dead, and have a stinking breath. Vaguely related to werewolves, the lupis can walk on their hindlegs like a man and wait in such a position before the walls of a cemetery, talking with each other in a bizarre language unknown to mankind. When someone passes by them without saluting them, the lubins will return to being on all fours, and will jump on the impolite person to devour them. Just like traditional werewolves, the lubins can only be destroyed by a bullet that has been blessed. In the Berry region the lubin, which is less dangerous than elsewhere, can be very easily destroyed, by simply being pointed out by someone's finger.

Voirloups

The voirloups are men or women who are possessed by the devil. At night, with the help of the demon that lives inside of them, they transform into animals to attack people. Usually they become wolves (their name has "loup", "wolf" in it), but sometimes they can turn into foxes, boars, male goats, or more rarely cats. From midnight until dawn, the voirloups wander the forest without making a sound. On top of their silence, they are invulnerable, and can see in the dark like in bright day - which makes them formidable opponents. The voirloups do not actually kill their victims - rather they drink their blood, in a way similar to vampires. Voirloups are also described as able to cause forest-fires with their glowing eyes. Once the sun rises up, their wolf-skin literaly bursts, and they regain their human shape.

To become a voirloup, one needs to be guilty of all of the seven deadly sins, and to have been noticed by the devil (who is always looking for the darkest souls). Once the devil selected you, he will give you a magical ointment that will, alongside a few diabolical prayers, turn you into a wolf or any other dangerous animal. The recipe for this ointment is known, and s terrifying. It has four ingredients: the saliva of the devil, human semen, the nuptial blood of a virgin girl, and the fat of a pig killed on the Good Friday. In order to not attract the voirloups, one must NOT talk about them or pronounce their name.

#fragments of fright #werewolf #werewolves #french folklore #monsters

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Sleeping Beauty Spring: "La Belle au Bois Dormant" ("The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood") (1908 French silent short)

This 14-minute silent film was produced by the most famous French film studio of the silent era, Pathé. Directed by Albert Capellani and Lucien Nonguet, with an uncredited cast, it was filmed partly at the Pathé studio, and partly at the Château de Pierrefonds, an authentic medieval castle in Hauts-de-France that had recently been restored. Like many other French films of the era, it also serves as an early, primitive example of color film, via the process of stenciling. As a result, it has the look of an old-fashioned illustration – slightly crude, yet richly detailed and pretty all the same – come to life.

The story is told in a straightforward manner, easy to follow despite a lack of intertitles. The Princess, her royal parents, and their court wear medieval dress, while a hundred years later, the Prince and his companions wear clothes of the Cavalier era. The six good fairies are beautiful young women in slender, sleeveless gowns, and in a detail that seems inspired by Tchaikovsky's ballet, the fairy who softens the Princess's curse from death to sleep is portrayed as their leader and dressed in lilac. Meanwhile, the Evil Fairy is old and hunched yet still slightly glamorous, in a rich, pale blue gown and a tall witch-like hat. At the christening party, the Evil Fairy shows the court a vision of the Princess pricking her finger on a spindle and dying – a more effective choice in silent film than if she had just spoken the curse. Sixteen years later, we meet a bored and restless Princess confined to her bedroom by her protective parents, with guards at every door and only a devoted nurse for company. But when her nurse falls asleep, the Princess steals the key from her, evades the guards, and sets out to explore the castle... soon finding her way to a tower where an old women sits at a spinning wheel. As in most retellings, the old woman is the Evil Fairy in disguise.

While it's not emphasized, this seems to be a rare Sleeping Beauty that follows Perrault's version regarding the King and Queen's sad fate, where they don't join their daughter in sleep, but continue ruling the kingdom and eventually die before she wakes. They're last seen leaving the Princess's bedside after the Lilac Fairy puts the rest of the castle to sleep, and they don't appear in the finale. A hundred years later, on a hunt, the Prince learns of the sleeping Princess from an old man, and then finds that the forest of hedges surrounding the castle – the work of the Lilac Fairy – miraculously open to let him in. After wandering through the castle and seeing various members of the sleeping court, he finds the Princess and wakes her with a modest, gallant kiss on the hand. The Lilac Fairy then appears to bless their union, and the film ends abruptly with the newly awakened court and the other good fairies greeting the young couple.

Is this a definitive Sleeping Beauty? Far from it. The storytelling is basic and the filming techniques and special effects are primitive. But all the same, it's an intriguing and charming early example of an early cinematic fairy tale. The scenery and costumes are luxuriant, and even without sophisticated effects, some of the filmmakers' stylistic choices do enhance the fantastical atmosphere. For example, the superimposed image of a spider's web over the sleeping Princess's bed, indicating the long passage of time, which finally vanishes when the Prince enters the room.

This film can be viewed in several uploads on YouTube, most without music, but at least one set to the music of Tchaikovsky's ballet.

If you're eager to see what the earliest screen versions of classic fairy tales were like, then this short Sleeping Beauty is definitely worth your time.

@ariel-seagull-wings, @thealmightyemprex, @faintingheroine, @thatscarletflycatcher, @reds-revenge, @the-blue-fairie, @autistic-prince-cinderella, @paexgo-rosa, @comma-after-dearest

#sleeping beauty spring #sleeping beauty #fairy tale #la belle au bois dormant #france #1908 #pathé #silent film #short film

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Introduction

Hi there! You can call me Bat. It/Its pronouns. My username is in Gaeilge (Irish) and means Fiery Trickster. (was previously under the UN Gaelcryp) TLDR; I am: 27, queer, nonbinary, autistic, adhd, disabled, and a spoonie. I am an Astrologer, based in Hellenistic Astrology. I do incorporate this into my practice. I am a cosmic folk hedge witch, with an emphasis on spirit work and am learning the folk traditions of the Appalachian, Irish, Scottish, and Swedish. I'm a Gaelpol, Lokean, and Animist. Actively learning decolonization, antifascism, abolitionism, anarchy and harm reduction. Covid Vigilant. Please only follow if you are over 18, minors don't follow. You are not in a safe space if you are a folkist or any other form of white supremacist, an informed appropriator(including Lilith devotees), racist, ableist, queerphobic, anti-Semitic, pro-Israel or a zionist, fatphobic, anti-masker (or just not masking bc u don't care anymore!), or harm apologist. Also note that I am Wicca Critical. ---------------------Long Version--------------------------

I have been a witch/magic practitioner for the past 6 or so years. I practice mainly folk magic as of recently, focusing my studies on Appalachian, Irish, Scottish, Welsh and occasionally Swedish traditions. I've been learning slowly about my ancestry and where my family comes from in order to both connect with my ancestors and venerate them, as well as learning about the places of my family's origin and their folk traditions. My family is heavily tied to the Appalachian regions, namely of North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Tennessee, and Georgia. A great many of them seem to have emigrated from Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Another subset of ancestors seem to have emigrated from Sweden and Germany.

That said, I'm also trying to learn about the land I live on currently in the Pacific NW and figure out how to practice the traditions of my homelands while I reside here and incorporate the land respectfully. I have felt homesick for Ireland since I was about 7 years old, and I've wanted to be involved in anything Irish I could find. I feel that the land Herself is calling me back, to the place where my ancestors called home. I'm trying to learn the language and hope that one day I will be able to, at the very least, visit for a long while. I consider myself a hedge witch as well, not for the aspects of solitude but rather for the hedge-jumping/spirit-flight and focus on the Otherworld and spirit work. Connecting and communing with spirits has been a primary focus of my craft since the beginning. As far as my beliefs go. I have been particularly focused on Gaelpol/Irish & Scottish Polytheism the past 4 or so years. (and now learning about Welsh) I am a Flame Keeper for Brighid, tending Her flame for 24 hours every 20 days. She is the goddess and deity that I have worshipped the longest, and felt a strong connection to first. Of the Tuatha De Danann, I also hope to form relationships with Donn, Lugh, Manannán mac Lir, Áine, and Aengus Og. Within the past year I've also been connecting to Heathenry, through an unexpected connection to Loki. Though heathenry will not be a particular focus in my practice, I consider myself a Lokean and devotee of Loki and honor their family (partners and children) as well. I use he/they/she pronouns for Loki, personally. I am a strong Animist and have been, without the word, since I was very young. It is important to me to honor and get to know house spirits, land spirits, animal spirits, and plant spirts. I believe in fate and partial pre-determinism and that the planets give us signs through astrology. I believe electional astrology and astrologic magic are ways to work with the universe with some self-determinism. I believe in soul-transmigration and of course, the Otherworld. I believe in the soul having many parts - much like in Norse paganism.

As a disabled person, I am always on the hunt for things to make my practice more accessible. I also am hungry for community, as being inside all the time due to trying to stay safe from covid and just generally often being home-bound is so lonely. As an ever-growing and changing person, I allow myself to morph and grow as I learn and experience more. So this post will likely be updated over time.

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furys-mercy · 1 year

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|| WELCOME ||

Welcome to Fury’s Mercy. This blog is almost entirely dedicated to my main OC, August Mercer, and his journal entries, screenshots, drabbles, and memes. Other characters may be featured on occasion. Particularly those related to Mercer. With this in mind (and the fact that I follow from this blog, and people may be more familiar with another character) I have decided to keep an updated pinned post with my current character roster as well as relevant information about tags and character nicknames used on this blog.

|| CHARACTER ROSTER ||

- | MAIN OC | - | RP: ACTIVE | - | MACHINIST, ENGINEER, SUMMONER | - | CARRD |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE | - | DUELIST, SOCIALITE, BASTARD | - | TUMBLR | - | CARRD |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ACTIVE | - | FALLEN LADY, SOCIALITE, VINDICTIVE |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ON REQUEST | - | TRAVELLER, HEDGE WITCH, VOIDTOUCHED | - | TUMBLR |

- | ALT OC | - | RP: ON HIATUS | - | TRAVELLER, VENGEFUL, VOIDSENT |

|| SHIP TAGS ||

#guard my heart - Mercer & his husband X’khal’a Moui

#the crow and dragon - Mercer & his husband Akhutai Urit

#a light in the dark - Mercer & his lover interest Fehre’a Khaari

|| STORY TAGS ||

#duplicitous deeds - A completed storyline surrounding a rivalry between Mercer and another goldsmith. Involved Akhutai Urit.

#into the unknown - An ongoing storyline involving both Mercer and his recently discovered half-brother, Sebastian de Vairemont.

|| NICKNAMES ||

Kid - X’khal’a Moui

Firestorm - Akhutai Urit

Boss - Sasari Sari

Lordling - Sebastian de Vairemont

Starlight - Lazne Urit

#OOC #Blog Information #Tags #Character Roster

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limerental · 2 years

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ficletober day 8 - rita/tissaia

As the new Rectoress of Aretuza, Margarita Laux-Antille can reliably be found hiding from her responsibilities in the office of former Rectoress Tissaia de Vries.

Takes place ambigiously pre-saga with some vague foreshadowing of canon events. I'd wanted to write a fix-it with Ciri attending Aretuza and Rita bitching while Tissaia just smiles knowingly, recalling Yennefer... but Rita got all emotional instead

"Ugh," moaned Margarita Laux-Antille as she collapsed into a chair across from Tissaia's desk. When her disgruntled moaning did not get her the desired attention and the chair proved to be horribly uncomfortable, she stretched out further and sighed deeply instead.

"Rita," said Tissaia de Vries without looking up, the scratch of her writing implement barely pausing. "You do realize you have an office of your own, yes? A much larger, nicer one. I should know. It was mine for a long while."

"Yes, but anyone can find me there," said Rita, dropping her head back against the arm of the chair, her curly hair spilling over it. As though anyone who knew anything would not search for her in Tissaia's office next. "Though I will say, my chairs are more comfortable than yours."

"Mine are plenty comfortable when one sits in them in a reasonable fashion," said Tissaia, though she had not looked up once the other woman entered and could not know what truly ridiculous position Rita was seated in this time.

Rita, who sprawled in an exaggerated lean with her heels kicked up on the small table beside the chair, adjusted her posture into even more of an unreasonable slump. She sighed more deeply and dramatically still and stared up at the arched ceiling.

"These girls are going to be the death of me. Not a single one of them knows what's good for them."

"You're meant to teach them that."

"Yes, well, they're either dumb as rocks or deliberately ignoring the lesson."

"Rita, I don't believe it's good form for the Rectoress to call her students 'dumb as rocks'," said Tissaia. "No matter how true it is." The phrase sounded very silly spoken in her level tone, and Rita giggled.

"I trust you won't tell anyone," she said, adjusting her sitting position to find Tissaia watching her, one thin brow arched. The dull scratch of her quill paused as she dipped it in the inkwell and then resumed, her attention returned to her work.

It perplexed Rita that she continued to use such an antiquated and mundane form of writing, especially given how much time she spent lost in writing and research. Rita owned several of the market's latest gadgets, from pens with self-contained inkwells thinner than a finger to magical contraptions that leapt across the page to the sound of the user's voice. The latter had saved her a fair bit of mortification in her position as Rectoress. Her penmanship was atrocious on her best day.

Rita forgot, often, how old Tissaia truly was. No matter how many times she observed the older sorceress, she could find no real marks of that great age. How unfair that the sorcerers of the same era have grown wizened and grey, their wrinkles and pockmarks and long wisps of beards lending them a mark of status, a respected wisdom, and yet, no sorceress has ever been allowed to show even a grey hair or a blemish without being regarded as a dowdy old witch who has lost her touch.

Rita tried to picture Tissaia with the stoop and hardened features of an ordinary village hedge witch and could not. She appeared timeless, her hair slicked back into a neat braid, her skin pale and smooth. Her long, nimble fingers, showing no signs of stiffness of the joints, delicately lifted a finished page by the edges to set aside to dry. Rita watched as they laced together under Tissaia's chin, realizing she had spent several quiet minutes staring at those fingers and that the woman's attention had suddenly returned wholly to her.

"Well, go on," said Tissaia. "I know you'll sit there groaning and sighing the rest of the evening if you don't spit out the real reason you're not in your own office working. And I'm sure you have a good deal of work that you're avoiding. And more piling up the longer you delay here."

Rita groaned.

"Don't remind me," she says. "You should see the stack of documents waiting in my inbox, I swear they're in danger of spilling over and–" Tissaia's facial expression said she would truly rather not see or imagine a disaster like that. "Truthfully, I… it's lonely."

The office of the Rectoress of Aretuza was tall-ceilinged and ornately furnished, the shelves and cabinets stocked with anything she required, the portraits of figures of note in the school's history staring out from gilded frames along the long, shadowed vestibule. Rita found that her own portrait hardly looked like her at all, too severe and upright, and Tissaia's also had a wan coldness to it that did little to reflect her true nature.

Tissaia may be stiff and formal and particular, appearing unfeeling and disinterested, but to those who knew what to look for, her eyes always betrayed the depth of her compassion and conviction.

The way she watched Rita now was undeniably warm, her cheek settling with the slightest soft give against her laced hands. It ignited a horrible possessive fondness in Rita. Did Tissaia look at anyone else like that, allowing then to see a small glimpse of what could be perceived as weakness? Did she know what her trust and care meant to Rita, to be selected of all possible candidates as her successor, to have spent years in teaching and preparing her, to openly give her this time and attention now, though it would be a simple thing to ignore or shoo her?

Rita had always felt like too much. Too messy, too scattered, too loud and sensual and stubborn in her emotional convictions, and it made little sense that Tissaia ever tolerated her. And yet, she was never been made to feel like her presence became an imposition, unwanted and irritating.

Someday, she thought, I will be brave enough to confess what that means to me.

Tissaia was old, and Rita would be old too someday. She planned to be there beside her. They had all the time in the world.

"It's lonely," Rita said again. "I don't know how you stand it, sitting alone in this office all day."

"I rarely feel alone," said Tissaia, smiling a small, fond smile, "knowing that you are likely to call on me."

It was a hopeful and ageless sort of love, what she felt for Tissaia. A love without words and with no need for swift consummation or grand declarations. Unlike their stuffy portraits thet would hang for all tome in Aretuza's halls, it was a love that reflected their true natures, their shared warmth and deep passion.

Years on, after all the dark and terrible and lonely things that inevitably transpired, Margarita could only hope that that had been enough.

#my fic #the witcher books #rita x tissaia #women....#i do think the greatest twn crime was looking at tissaia de vries and being like. het love story. excuse me #that's a lesbian.#and rita is soundly bisexual for sure but she does think men are a bit cringe

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