#local spirits

[crookedqueerconjuor]

offering ideas for local spirits:

-crushed eggshells

- water

- reflective things such as coins, metal objects, and beads in place of candles. 

-bread, crackers, matzo etc. 

- carved or painted stones. 

- woven grass or flowers 

- origami animals and houses

-milk (milk combined with water may kill fungi when sprayed on plants)

- avocado pits, cherry pits, apple seeds etc. 

- leftover tea/tea leaves

- hanging flags, wind-chimes, strips of cloth etc. 

#mine #green #offerings #spirit work #local spirits #nature spirits #witchcraft #magick #green witchcraft

[hare-beneath-pine]

started this very aesthetic thrift store find today—so far, the intro was intriguing, the first essay was hit-and-miss for me, and the second essay was absolutely haunting.

#books #spirits #local spirits #land spirits

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 262

Pondering Ghosts are Dragons, and just rotating each design in my head I have for them. That is the ghosts we see in the show more than just once or twice lol. Just pondering each of them and potential types and descriptions and how the people of Amity see them, as they’re used to the dragons around, vs say someone from Outside, crossover or no, who are Not used to the maybe slightly eldritch undeath interdimensional dragons around everywhere. 

That is not normal for other people. 

To the Amity Parkers? Boxy is simply a chonky dragon with small boxy wings and covered in blue scales. To people just coming into the city, it’s like seeing a giant komodo dragon when you’re just walking home- not something you exactly want to see and something that is dangerous. 

Kitty’s and Johnny’s weekly relationship tussle? Par for the course really. But to visitors? Two giant wyverns tearing into each other, shimmering greens that could be scales, could be tendrils, and shadows lengthening and thrashing like a living beast all its own. 

And this is just the small dragonlings, not even beginning with larger ones like Pandora and Fright Knight, chill as they may be. 

Outsiders don’t understand that they’re more than just animals. Amity is used to this, but people who have no clue what’s going on? They don’t.

They call the police, the heroes, the government, for help, for answers. And that? That the GIW can use. 

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Danny Phantom Crossover #Ghosts are Dragons #Guys in White #Of course the GIW quickly find out they can’t just spirit the ghosts away either #Because people want ANSWERS and the biologists & cryptozoologists are Both going RABID #Not to mention it’s hard to even get into Amity with how the locals *Hate* them along with the dragons #Several heroes & rogues enter the city to investigate on their own #... right on a day Pariah is visiting his adopted ghostling #GIW might make an itty bitty mistake there… #Danny is not ghost king #Pariah Dark x Clockwork #CW is long sinewy serpentine dragon with many small legs & large wings #PD is big bulky western-style dragon w/ forward facing horns & mostly dark scales #Danny is tiny noodly western dragon w/ same swirl patterns as CW & dark scales as PD #Every other ghost assumes he’s bio theirs & they’re pretending he’s not because the Observants #Yes there is potentially 2 or 3 storylines happening at once lol #Fright Knight is Pariah Dark’s brother #He lacks wings but has big gliding fin-webbings & blade tail

[hyralc]

my localization of mtgjp's comic

#mtg #liliana vess #chandra nalaar #nissa revane #teferi #localization #thats my fucking giiiirl #obviously the way japanese is aka vertical made it hard to directly redo this joke #but i think i got its spirit at least #had to make a fake speech to know how big to make convincing blackouts

[turnipoddity]

thinking about how i watched a javanese horror (i don’t speak javanese) with a friend that speaks javanese but terrified of the movie. Spent the entire movie with her not looking at the screen and me going “WHAT?? WHAT DID THEY SAY??”

#there was no subtitles available #the movie is so good #it’s about a rich daughter that lives in the woods tied up on her legs and arms bc she’s possessed by a violent spirit #and the protagonist is a maid that supposed to bathe her with flowery waters to calm the demon down for 4 days #ITS SO GOOD AUGSHSHDJ #one of my favorite local horror movie fr

[merriclo]

i love the idea that Wild is a big brother to basically all of the kids in his Hyrule. it’s such a good heacanon that i never see utilized.

#with their dads permission he’ll take Cottla and Koko on horse rides and they always have food ready for his horses when he comes into town #cottla wants to learn archery to be like him and he melts when he finds that out #all the kids in Hateno have been caught giving treats to his horses #this is a popular headcanon i think but him teaching the local kiddos how to sword fight so often times he’ll be found directing a horde of #children who’re all swinging treebaches around. he couldn’t look prouder of them. #imagine when he gets older and all the village kids r teens/young adults and all of a sudden the village has skilled hunters and foragers #and everyone’s like ‘wow what’s hateno doing’ and the answer is they all had a great big brother #by older i mean he’d be like. early thirties. but y’know ahsnfjks #wild’s impact should rest in the ppl i think. botw is all abt humanity’s strive to overcome hardship and find beauty in the misery #(well. it is to me anyhow lmao) #so i love the idea of his influence not resting in politics or myths or whatever #but within the culture and spirit of those he fought for #in my brain he definitely wanted to rescue Zelda at first and that’s the only reason he was going to fight ganon #but as his journey progressed he wanted to protect and cultivate the future more than rescue the past #i like this idea w zelda too. like not only will the future generation have great fighters but excellent scholars and leaders. #wow i am RAMBLING #anyhow. i like big bro wild. #linked universe #lu #jojo’s linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #wild lu #wild linked universe #linked universe wild

[scribefindegil]

"Only in the darkest depths of fear can true courage shine" is obviously about Mob but I keep thinking about it in reference to Dimple's actions in Mogami arc. He was so scared! He started shaking like a leaf as soon as he recognized Mogami and he begged Mob & Reigen to leave, but he STILL faced Mogami head-on in Mob's body as a distraction and voluntarily entered Mogami's mindscape to get Mob out! The trust conversation hits even harder when you remember that this isn't an abstract danger they're up against; it's an entity that Dimple has very specific trauma about!

#mp100 #also. like. #when they see all the spirits in Mogamiland i think a lot about how #a) some of those are spirits that Dimple knows bc they were his former henchmen! #and b) he came so close to ending up as one of them himself! #the shared backstory is so. interesting. #and the fact that like. i don't think that dimple and his henchspirits were all buddy-buddy bffs #but just thinking about how in the past he did have companions #and Mogami killed them all #and how that ties in to how he worries about Mob & Reigen in this arc #'if you die we can be friends again down here' says local spirit who otherwise refuses to admit that he wants friends #anyway these tags are a mess but: *holds up dimple like a scruffed kitten* #i just think his deep-seated emotional issues are neat

[keldabekush]

Coruscanti air traffic control droid that flirts outrageously with every vessel coming into its airspace because it finds it funny. Another oc i wont talk about enough.

#the bane of foxs life #local micro celebrity AyTee-Eight Five they cant wipe its memory because its generations of programming stacked on top of one another and #no one knows what would happen if they messed with it becauae its so integral to coruscants daily flow that its not worth the risk #so it gets away with a lot of attitude and thrives. in spirit it has its feet up smoking a cigar at all times while calling every pilot Bab #star wars oc

[wyrmwright]

im drawing them wip

#we the big three #malevolent podcast #tma #the magnus archives #wtnv #welcome to nightvale #the father the son and the holy spirit babes!!! #Cecil Gershwin-Palmer could handle the Entities and the Assorted Horrors #but Jonathon Sims and Arthur Lester could not handle covering Night Vale's local elections at the station

[threadcountart]

I love the relationship between The Wildmother and Orym and Fearne. It’s not worship, it might not even be the road to worship, but there’s something there. They’ve communicated, she’s given gifts. They know (hope, now) that she’s watching them.

Before Fearne and Orym were Bell’s Hells, she asked them “Why are you here?” The Wildmother told Orym there is so much in the world she would have him see, and she gave him a seed to carry. Months later she’d let him smell the scent of Will of again and she would bless Orym’s sword now turned Seedling, The Wayward Pilgrim. Fearne knows there’s something between her friend and this goddess. Fearne offered a gold coin in The Wildmother’s temple as thanks. At Uthodurn she offers The Wildmother’s own flowers at her shrine in Uthodurn and asks the goddess (“Hey bitch”) to tell Orym that the rest of the team is okay. Fearne does not know if Orym is okay. But she doesn’t say that. That night, Orym feels a comforting gaze on him as he takes watch and he dances with a forest’s nature spirits.

It’s amazing that both Fearne and Orym prayed to the Wildmother for the first time around the same day of each other, both not really knowing if they were doing it right or if the Wildmother was listening, and she answered.

#there’s no way the comforting gaze in the forest and dance with local nature spirits was a coincidence #though local natire spirits may be separate from Melora #critical role #fearne calloway #Orym #cr c3 #the Wildmother #c3e62 #cr spoilers #hey best friend #melora the wildmother #orym of the air ashari

[possamble]

re: falin having a choice when it comes to having a longer lifespan

makes me think about her choice to save and even feed the dragons soul in the last chapter. i like to think that its this choice she makes that gives her draconic traits? like if she hadnt saved it then she comes back pretty much normal. falin seems to be proud of how different she looks now if how she dresses post-canon is anything to go by.

she also mentions that maybe its the dragon that wants her to travel to different places but i think shes always had the heart of an adventurer. when laios mentions being able to travel she was so so excited. and as a little kid she went out and discovered that dungeon all by herself.

like!! a lot of people write her being fiercely loyal and protective, as well as giving gifts (especially to marcille) as something the dragon makes her do. but from all the memories we see of her, shes always been like that (protecting her brother as kids, attacking the kelpie when laios rides it, saving her brother from getting beat up, giving marcille berries and nuts etc).

if it came down to having a longer lifespan, i dont think its out of the question if falin could just Decide for herself whether or not she wanted that. i think she’d have a good enough relationship with her inner dragon to do so, considering how much she acted like a dragon beforehand anyway

the. the fucking idea of her having had the option to completely stamp out the extra dragon soul inside herself by leaving it behind. and literally choosing not to. not even consciously but because she as a person reflexively wanted to take care of a little creature even knowing that it used to be a monster that hurt her and her loved ones. this time she gets to choose she gets to CHOOSE to live and how to live and it's always with kindness oh god oh fuck

#asks #falin touden #breaking: local idiot writes an entire fic about the dragon giving falin the bravery to be more like herself #and uses the 'little dragon' as her fucking INNER CHILD metaphor #but never connects the dots of 'she acted like a dragon beforehand anyway' like AAAAAAA #she was always a little dragon a little hatchling who never got to grow up oh fuck #oohhhh in some fucked up ways the dragon and her were kindred spirits #oh god oh fuck

[deepspacehoney]

I'm super shy with fanart because I fear drawing things wrong Gave myself an out by doing a wombo combo of Eugene Finch from Drawtectives in the Hades style. I'm trying to do right by sad amnesia boy QHQ

#eugene finch #drawtectives #I am endeared to Julia's blorbo #Local spirit lad just wants the undead to be comfy #hades style rendering kills me so it'll be awhile #Plus the damn dialogue box and fake screenshot gameplay background #give a relly time! #my art

[myriad--starlings]

Am I in love with her already? Perhaps. Or maybe I'm just confusing love with comfort, and I'm okay with that. Is there any difference between love and a safe harbor from a storm? Should there be? There are a lot of different kinds of love, and though I may not be able to tell them apart from each other, I appreciate all of them the same.

— The Spirit Bares Its Teeth, Andrew Joseph White

#im literally sobbing reading this #local birb reads books #quotes #the spirit bares its teeth

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

After her passing, Queen Pearl’s armor was buried in the gardens outside of her house. A gravemarker was made from granite, a sun and a goose carved into the stone face along with her name.

But, well, there was a kingdom to rebuild and burnt hones and scorched crops didn’t repair themselves for a queen’s death. The people banded together to figure out some form of government and then set out to fix up their kingdom.

The first harvest after the fires was bountiful.

The Helanthians would give Queen Pearl’s spirit the credit for that. Her soul had returned to the lands and was helping them flourish even after death.

It became custom then, over the years, to ask the spirit of Queen Pearl for advice or assistance or for good crops. Usually, she delivered. Several generations went, and the new Helanthians hadn’t known Queen Pearl outside of the history books, but her deeds were written down dutifully. They knew she was someone who really deserved a little acknowledgment every here and again.

Years passed. It became tradition to leave out small offerings in your fields to thank Queen Pearl for her help. Roasted sunflower seeds, cups of ale, fresh baked bread, turkey legs, whatever you could spare and was good. Eventually this expanded to add small golden trinkets, flowers, things around the house you didn’t mind giving up and were good. People started building small temples in their fields to house these offerings without getting them dirty and attracting all sorts of scavenger birds.

Generations passed. The people and culture spread as it tends to do. New history books are written.

Queen Pearl is very often interpreted as a god or a metaphor rather than a once-living spirit. After all, what sort of human can laugh off a demon’s attacks or find their soul connected with the soils of her kingdom? She’s given other names, mostly translation error. They call her Peril, Mother of Sunflowers, Harvestqueen, War-Maiden, and more.

Stories of her deeds are spread as myths and folklore. They say she challenged a demon twice and won both times. They say nobody could defeat her in battle. They say she was the fires that burnt down Old Helanthia. They say she took a champion who never left her side, a nameless king from an ancient kingdom. They say she gained her power from the moon or from the sun or from both. They say she could wield a scythe as well as a sword.

Her image is, quite frankly, never the same from place to place. There were portraits of her, but they’re ancient and in need of restoration. Some give her a vulture’s wings to symbolize her brutal nature. Some give her a halo of sunlight to show her affinity for farming. They all dress her in green and surround her in sunflowers.

Whatever name or face she is given, she is spread along with the descendants of the people who walked and talked with her. She stays in the hearts of the Helanthians. Whether she is the Harvestqueen bringing prosperity to the farmers, or Peril charging into battle with the bravest of soldiers. They know her and tell her mythos to their children and paint her legends to hang in temples or museums.

And this is how a woman becomes a god.

#empires smp #worldbuilding my beloved #u can imagine like the og helanthians believing she’d become a friendly local spirit in death #and then after years of culture evolving and people moving and cultural exchanges happening #she becomes a part of an actual religion #oohogogiffjfjdjsajsj

[spell-fox]

Hunnydd ! Travelling Ahrimane currently stranded in Oxford

Ahrimane tired mum, potential sire to Leo (?? •⁠ᴗ⁠•), adopter of strays into the travelling troupe and therefore wrangler of chaotic kine, one (1) rambunctious cainite and one (1) changeling. Girlbossing her way around the isles freeing folk from terrible situations and terribler men

#local wine mum summons animal spirits for patience #vtm dark ages #dav #vtm #vampire the masquerade #vtm Ahrimane #oc: hunnydd

[natlysblog]

old art, new art, fluff art, midna (it turns out she is very fun to draw!) dimensional links by @changeling-rin as usual

#dimensional links #the legend of zelda #loz link #midna #natlys art #local sword boy #spirit tracks my beloved