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diademreigned · 10 months

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Visions of Red

A story of what became of the Crimson Duelists at the time of the Ala Mhigan Revolution. Proceed with caution, and mind the tags before reading. This story is long and unforgiving in its telling.

They'd all been sitting down together around the campfire, under the stars in Gyr Abania; Virdjala to be specific. The stars had loomed overhead and they'd since put up their tents for the night. One of them had been stirring the spoon inside the boiling pot to make sure it remained hot.

Crickets chirping, a breath or two of laughter, words escaping simple lips; engrossed in conversation. If one looked closely they would see the darkened clouds passed the shimmering lights shift gently and ever so slightly.

"And I'm telling you, Verholy is a lot stronger than Verflare," laughed M'neia, her ears jolting with her excitement as she waved the spoon around, the steam wafting into the skies above. "I've been practicing it for the longest time and I think I'm really getting the hang of it! Wouldn't you agree, X'rhun?"

No response.

"X'rhun?" Those deep green eyes stared back at the other, mostly looking at the dip of the red hat, arms folded over said man's chest, legs crossed as he sat upon the floor. "Are you asleep? We haven't even gotten to the good stuff."

"I'm delving into my thoughts a little more about tomorrow." The Deep Red spoke, lifting his head ever so slightly, eyes squinting as though he had actually been asleep. "One of us is going to need to scout ahead before we begin making preparations in regards to the Revolution." He gave a softened smile. "I just want us to make sure we clear and cover all our bases before we think we have this won. We can never be too cautious with things the more rapidly they approach."

The Highlander, Declan, scratched the side of his head before taking off his red hat, playing with the feather. "We'll see through to the end of this right? Our families will get to live the lives they deserve, right?"

X'rhun shot his head up to gaze at the other, and the other Miqo'te; who had been stirring the pot, V'yanat, had long since began to stand up straight.

"I should expect nothing less from us. Be in mind, we've done things like this before. The only difference is that more has been riding on us since the beginning. We cannot let our nerves and our insecurities outweigh our very reasons for doing this."

"For Ala Mhigo," M'neia answered, sitting down on one of the stumps, where her tail moved to rest on her leg. "Aye, that's the task set before us because we're Duelists." Crimson Duelists to be exact, those who fought for the justice of those who endured never-ending violence and subjugation that may may find peace where it once belonged. There were sixteen of them in total, each one consisting of squads based in groups of four. After barely reaching his twenty - second birthday months ago, X'rhun was the one who initially was granted the title of Deep Red.

It symbolized his maturity and his unyielding loyalty to his cause. No different than the ordinary rank of being a captain. Each Crimson Duelist was handed their own distinguishing title to establish race.

The Deep Red: The leader, the one who formed the squad and otherwise overseas their tasks and accomplishments.

The Tempered Red: The second in command, granted very similar advantages to the Deep, but otherwise would step in if needed.

The Loyal Red, and the Burning Red. The list could and would progress on and on, each time becoming a revamped version of what it used to be. New titles, the perks that came with it and the like. The Crimson Duelists shared in only one thing: Red. Each delving into Red Magic at several points in their life, and if they grew in their own mastery, perhaps they too joined the Duelists.

X'rhun held up his crystal medium, letting it rotate slowly as he observed it, the crackles of the fire and the flickering embers illuminating his relaxed expression. "Lambard agreed to take his squad to the other end and make refuge there. All that's left is to scout and retrieve information regarding the whereabouts of the Garleans should they proceed any farther." Clenching his fist, he slipped the medium back at his side. "I assume we all know our positions."

A band of three nods responded in kind, without words, without hesitation. That's how his squad was, and had been since they first formed. Whilst each squad was bestowed a leader, X'rhun and Lambard being two of them, reviving Red Magick didn't come easily. They had to gather those who were willing. Declan was the first, having wanted to be both a protector and a fighter for his people and his family. V'yanat was quickly next, being spared with a second chance after being caught in a small group of aggro'd enemies. He had quickly become second in command.

It was him indeed that recruited their newest member M'neia, and whilst she'd been with them for a little over a year; this is where it truly did matter. She'd finally get to see the front-lines of all she'd been working up toward. Close knit and supportive, each time they ended their nights beside a campfire, darkened and tanned skin glimmering against the burns of flames, bright eyes wide as they gazed at the stars . . . X'rhun was always sure that he'd never felt more home with them, fighting beside them.

"We best be getting off to sleep," V'yanat grunted as he stood over the fires, grabbing the bucket and slipping it over the flames, dousing it immediately. The once brilliant red hats now concealed to the darkness. "Or at least I am, and you know I like my beauty sleep."

"Ain't really going to help you, lad," X'rhun laughed, standing up. "But I agree. I'll scout out tomorrow. Await my signal before engaging."

Silence had filled their location for quite some time, as they'd all curled up in their makeshift beds under the stars. Save for, unfortunately . . . two of them. X'rhun Tia was never one to go to bed as early as the others, finding it easier to take less sleep than it was to rouse when he'd been given a good amount of hours. However tonight he was still under the stars, leaning back against a tree as he looked at them. Hat resting on the dirt as his whitened ears rested in a relaxed state. They flicked suddenly and his head jerked upon hearing a noise.

M'neia jolted, tail pointing outwards in her surprise. "I didn't think you heard me get up."

"Red Magick does quite wonders to one's hearing if you can find the means to amplify it." He watched as the shorter Miqo'te sat down beside him. "Why aren't you asleep, lass?"

"Nervous for tomorrow," M'neia propped her legs so she could wrap her arms around them, staring into nothingness. "I don't want to let mother down."

"She will be proud of you for all you've accomplished in a short amount of time, Neia. Red Magic does not come easy for most, but your improvement would deny that statement as quickly as it rolls off the tongue. Have more faith and confidence in your skills." They locked eyes for a moment, and X'rhun smiled. "You've found a kindred spirit in the arts, my friend. You're ready."

Her cheeks squished when she smiled, feeling her eyes light with tears before she stood up. "You always know what to say. Maybe that's why you're a really good leader."

X'rhun shook his head, reaching up to meet her hand when she showed it, clapping them together with a squeeze. "Can you sleep now?"

"Easily. I'll see you on the field." The Seeker watched the other depart back to the tiny circle a few ilms from where X'rhun had been resting, noting that she quite quickly slipped back into the rugged blankets and curled up under the stars. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the tree. Sleep would find him easy enough, he just had to sit in quiet a while longer.

His eyes stayed shut as he listened, despite the hat covering his ears, he let the vibrations around him carry their weight. The cold breeze sapping away any amount of sweat that collected upon his forehead and neck. He was never at a disadvantage when regarding his disability for hearing, letting the waves of red mana and black mana magnify their strengths to grant him what many have never lost in their lifetime.

Beneath his fingertips he could feel the Earth tremble. Rocks shook and thumped, eyebrows grimacing as he waited. Things or others have been moving, shifting, walking. The air smelt off, caked in unfamiliar scents and bad intentions. He felt his nose twitch at the sensation.

Then his eyes burst open, wide and alert, heart hammering straight into his throat as his ears flicked. X'rhun's head wasted no time turning in the direction he didn't think he'd need to. Ever.

"Gods, no!"

One wouldn't deny that Red Mages weren't the fastest amongst those who considered themselves combatants. They were dancers, they were swordsmen, they were artists bathed in crimson. They stepped in, and stepped out whilst making careful love with every step they found their boots. There was speed and execution when it needed to be done.

Running may not have been part of that, but that didn't stop the Miqo'te from being spent with energy as he closed the distance to his destination. When there, he skidded to a halt, but found no strength and had to fight to keep from collapse at the sight before him. Mouth agape, he could only reach his hand out.

Sprawled across the campsite, was his squad. His squad, his family, his team, his . . . best friends. Each one laid out in different areas, and it was clear to X'rhun that they'd been ambushed. Caught unaware at moments most vulnerable.

Declan was stuck against the trunk of a tree, gripping his stomach as his face warped in pain, despite it peering at the ground. Mouth open, eyes wide. Whoever done him in was careful to nail him there as a means to put him on display. X'rhun's shaky hands lifted the Highlander's face to properly shut those eyes, pressing his lips to the brown strands of hair on his head to bestow a goodbye kiss.

"I'm so sorry my friend, I know you fought with your life. Had I been here, perhaps you could've escaped." Blinking quickly, X'rhun reached into his soiled clothing, wincing as he did so, and yanked out the blade that attached him there, catching the other as he fell from the tree. All that . . . that weight, he almost couldn't bear it alone. His legs buckled and he gently lay the other mercifully into the dirt.

This wouldn't do, they needed a proper burial. He'd do it himself.

Staggering to his feet, X'rhun was careful to step around the contents of the struggle in search of his companions. It shouldn't have been difficult since there were only three, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the destruction that riddled the site.

Splayed out onto his stomach, V'yanat was next to be found. The Miqo'te had appeared to be crawling away, leg sliced and bearing a clear wound across his stomach, but he refused to drop the Rapier that now lay within his limp fingers. His second in command, brown ears caked in dried red, even his markings, dark and noticeable, sported some red patches.

X'rhun rolled him over with a shuddering breath, bracing him against his leg as he hoisted him up. The way his head bent back so quickly made the other cry out, turning away for a mere few seconds before turning back to close those unwavering brown eyes. It was unfair, there used to be so much life in them.

"Be well my friend," he whispered against his forehead as he lay a similar kiss as he had for Declan, lowering him gently to the earth. "I'll hope your spirit walks with me, I always welcomed your advice. I'll never forget you. . ."

X'rhun remained kneeling for the time being, unable to find the strength to see the remainder of the carnage, bowing his head in silent prayer, until he heard it.

A cough. A pained, clinging to life, terrified and hopeless cough. Followed by a whimper and shuddering quickened breathing. He shot his head toward the source and jumped upright, quickly side stepping everything to get to where this voice was. Where -

. . . M'neia . . .

"My gods, you're still - !" X'rhun quickly knelt down, taking the shuddering Miqo'te into his arms, holding her with both mindfulness and care and attention as she convulsed in his arms. "How are -"

"They - they have - they're all dead . . . they got 'em. All of them!" She was speaking too fast, panting as she clung to life that constantly kept sapping away. Tears welled in her eyes as she felt her hand get encompassed by X'rhun's, a last squeeze. Something she wasn't allowed to forget. "A - a letter came by and - and. . . slaughtered, e. . . every last one of the - . . . Duelists."

She was swallowing and tasting iron at this point. X'rhun's eyes widened. So they weren't the only ones ambushed? So his squad was the last one. They'd gotten notice too late and the other squads had already been vanquished then? His thoughts ran to Lambard for a moment or two before a groan from below brought him back.

"My mother - X'rh. . . my - mother, she can't know I - I tried I. . . please. I don't - please don't let me I - I never got."

"Sssh, ssh, ssh. . . Stop talking, stop." His hand shook as he kept squeezing a hold on her cold hand, attempting to liven her body with any amount of Vercure he could spare. "Be still my friend, you're going to be just fine. I'll ensure it."

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . . Dammit, work! You're no healer but work damn you!

It was no good, her aether was pooling out at alarming rates, his Vercure could not compensate. Her other hand twitched against the rocks, grappling for anything that felt tangible to the tingles that radiated through her skin.

"Gods I'm so sorry," X'rhun whispered, forehead resting against hers, lower lip quivering as he kept trying more and more to force Vercure to become more effective. "I let you all down I -"

No response.

He couldn't bear the thought. He kept going, this time switching his process to Verraise. It was such a bad idea, the way he felt no connection to her aether with his, because there was none. He'd wasted enough time just attempting before. Several seconds later he gave up, peering down with blurred vision at her peaceful expression. She was the youngest of them all.

Her first time out here and after all she fought to get to this moment, this is how X'rhun repaid her!? Letting his emotions overtake him, he held her closer, rocking her form slowly as though he were sending her to sleep. He took a few moments to allow everything to drain that he held so desperately to.

He cried. For twenty minutes he never let her go. She had waited for him, she knew he would return and she wanted him to be the last thing she saw. She saved that energy to give him word, let him know so that he, at the very least could be spared.

They all now rest side by side at a small riverbank, out of view of others. Their Rapiers pressed to the Earth where they sleep. Crystal Mediums shoved hard into the sands so they would not be disturbed. It was the hardest thing he had to do.

He had bowed to them, tears staining the soils until at last it could finally rain. He let the world know that they too would be fought for. All Ala Mhigans deserved peace and salvation and quiet when they needed it most.

X'rhun would fight for them. His hat, once held in his hand, now rested against his head. He had since removed a few pieces from their person to return to their families.

The earrings from V'yanat, several rings from Declan, and M'neia's necklace. Mementos for their families, if any of them were still around. Things had since gone South from before up until now. He'd search them out if he had to. They deserved it.

"Fairwell my friends," he whispered, raising his Crimson Medium up into the skies above, Rapier following as it pointed sun-ward. With a quick flare or two, Verholy was first, followed by Verflare. It was always their favorites.

With his heart as heavy as lead, X'rhun turned, hand to his chest, and he walked.

#* // ♦︎ the scrolls of legend’s word — › drabbles.#extremely long post #tw character death #cw character death #tw blood mention #cw blood mention #I HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD FOR A REALLY LONG TIME AND #and I know that like it can go many different ways and I hope I portrayed it as I saw it in my head #I'm sure if I could spare it it would be REALLY FREAKING LONG #this story deserves to be told - and told it shall be #I care about X'rhun Tia way too much to let this memory of his be swept under the rug #also in regards to X'rhun's hearing it was a headcanon that someone brought up in a post #where cats with blue eyes are 60-80% more likely to be deaf #and X'rhun compensates for that by using Red Magick to amplify everything else and I think that's neat #if I need more tags please let me know and I'll add them #ALSO SPECIAL THANKS TO ALLEN for sending me tribe and name origin links and stuff #i probably messed up but ;;;

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faeyramaeyra · 13 days

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~ 🌷 Witchy things you can do to honour yourself, your craft and your deities! 🌷 ~

~ 🌷 This will be a long post! 🌷 ~

- Spend time in nature (go hiking, meditate outdoors, collect some river water, make some sun water, plant something etc)

- Interact with your pets (example, dogs are often associated with Hekate so you could play with them or take them on a walk etc.)

- Donate to a shelter or charity in the name of your deity.

- Create a protection charm to add to your dog or cat’s collar. Our companions need protection sometimes too!

- Do your self-care as an act of devotion to yourself and your deity (you could do your skincare as devotion for Aphrodite for example.)

- Have a cleansing bath or shower. You can create a pouch full of cleansing and protective herbs to use.

- Make a piece of artwork for your deities. It could be a painting, clay vase, etc.

- Make a playlist of songs that give you positive energy or remind you of your deity.

- Make a journal or scrapbook about the things you love about your craft to remind you why you are practising.

- Do a daily card pull in the morning. This can be to see how your day will go or what you should be focusing on etc.

- Stir intentions into your drink in a morning (anti-clockwise to remove negativity, clockwise to bring in positivity. You can also say what you wish to manifest for that particular day. You may need an extra boost of inspiration for example.)

- Do some spell work with your deity. Ask them to give you aid with it or to protect you whilst you are doing it.

- Consider enchanting an item. It could be jewellery, a plant, a decorative item in your home etc.(If you would all like, I can make a post of how I personally like to enchant objects.)

- Tidy up your home. This one may seem a bit odd but please read my explanation as to why it is important to take care of your home. Different rooms in your home can be associated with different parts of your life. If you want to manifest something in part of your life, You need to take care of your home in order for your manifestation to work. Your kitchen is connected to your health and health of your household. Your bathroom is connected to your finances and the flow of finances in your household. Your bedroom is connected to the happiness and prosperity of your romantic relationships. Your living room is connected to your relationships with your friends and family.

- Learn how to read candles. Candles are commonly used as an offering to deities and for manifestation workings but sometimes you can have other entities trying to communicate with you via the candle flame. I personally have had ancestors messing about with candles, Not just deities.

- Use colour magick associations when picking out your outfit for the day. For example black is most commonly used as a protection colour.

~ 🌷 Want me to make a part 2? Lemme know below 🌷 ~

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theladyofrosewater · 30 days

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Diaries tied in the poll so it gets 3 character design sheets the first being of course Lady Aphmau, or Aphelia as I think I'm going to call her in my rewrite (I think the name is original but if its not I'll link to whoever else came up with the name). the other two for MCD will probably go to Laurance and Garroth unless I get a suggestion for who else to do.

Notes under the cut

The text on the drawing reads

"Lady Aphelia, 5ft 2, Physically 20-25 during Season 1, Cheerful but emotionally intelligent, Decently strong but more skilled in Magicks, Do not let her adopt anymore animals there isn't enough room in her house."

It's not visible in the reference sheet but in my rewrite it's customary for Lords to wear some kind of jewelry or article of clothing to represent their head guard and for Aph she pierced her ears multiple times so she can wear one for each of her inner circle of guards but she still has to switch some of them out sometimes

Her outfits are her everyday one and her special occasions one that Cadenza made her. She didn't have a winter outfit since Phoenix drop is relatively warm and will just borrow someone's cloak until Zoey insisted she at least get some long sleeves but I'll design that outfit later

She adores flower crowns but is terrible at making them so it usually falls to Garroth or Zoey to make them, pro tip if it has more greenery and smaller flowers Zoey made it, but if it's mostly made of large flower Garroth did.

She has a weakness for shiny things and that includes things like rocks or even fish scales or glass so Laurance will just find the WEIRDEST shiny thing he can find to send it to her so far the record is an absolutely cursed wvyren statue he found when he fell into an old tomb(don't ask)

Kiki put a ban of her getting anymore pets because if Aph got anymore they wouldn't have enough room to be happy 5 dogs two cats and horse is enough pls girl

She would definitely have a baby sling for Levin that's just a repurposed cloak (5 gold if you can guess who she "borrowed" it from)

#theladyofrosewater #art #mcd #mcd rewrite #minecraft diaries #aphmau mcd #aphblr #aphmau #aphmau fanart

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thecuddlycauldron · 1 month

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My name is Willow (inn nii skii akk) and I am an Indigenous woman living on the rez with my husband! I have been practicing magick for about 15 years.

I am a constantly evolving and growing eclectic witch! While I am always trying new things and excited to learn, I stick to my roots and my culture as that’s where I feel safe, happy, and most at home. These parts of me are very sacred and I like to keep certain practices between my husband and I.

I’m here because along the lines of what I’ve said, I want to expand my knowledge and branch out in new ways. I’m excited to help other people where I can!

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lilmisssona · 2 months

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𓍢ִ໋🀦 CHAPTER 1: An Intruder 𓍢ִ໋🀦

𓍢ִ໋🀦 PAIRING: Vampire! Hyunjin × Witch! Fem Reader

𓍢ִ໋🀦 GENRE: Supernatural AU, SMAU, Enemies To Lovers, Murder Mystery AU

𓍢ִ໋🀦 PLOT: You're accepted to The University Of Magicks" You thought it was just a fun prank, a spam ad even. But when you get actually accepted, things start to get real....You move across the country to start your new life, only to get on the nerves of a certain vampire.... Join on this magical journey as you navigate through life, friendships , love and maybe even an ancient curse ??!! Will you be able to thrive or will this be a battle to survive ?

𓍢ִ໋🀦 WORD COUNT: 2K

𓍢ִ໋🀦 A/N: Someone's here. Except they are not someone you know... Is there an intruder ?

Let Me know what you think! New chapters every week!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

𓍢ִ໋🀦 WARNINGS: Cussing, Painful memories of yn, platonic fluff

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" And, the last bag is packed" You heaved a sigh of relief when you finished packing the last bag.

It was the dawn of 19th, you have to reach your destination by 21st evening.

Scanning your room, you made sure that everything is packed and tucked away.

As you won't be available for atleast an year or two. As that's what the curriculum says.

Seeking some well deserved rest, after the exhaustion of packing everything, you plop on your bed.

Sleep taking over your body quickly as your eyes grow heavy....

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

Weird sounds from your window, woke you up. It was already dusk when you opened your eyes.

You groaned in frustration as you heard the scratching sound again. Squinting your eyes and looking around, you spotted something dark at the window.

You gasped as you noticed there was something glowing outside. Fear engulfed your body, as you shivered looking at the mysterious figure.

Slowly, you approached your window, carrying your pepper spray and the bat you kept around for self defense.

With one swift motion, you opened the window and were about to scare it with the pepper spray, when you looked at the black blob.

It was not something... moreover someone. A cat. A black one at that with beautiful glowing eyes.

You smiled at your cute intruder as it looked at you with its huge eyes.

" Who are you missy ? " you petted her head.

Welcomed by your warm gesture, your new guest invited herself in the house.

" I didn't say you're welcomed in! "

She purred and shuffled around your feet.

" Are you the neighbours cat love ?"

" Did you run away from home "

The kitten meowed at her, as if answering " yes " to the last question.

You smiled at her and crouched down to her level,

" Where do you even belong to kitty ? "

There was no answer from her side.

" Well, I don't see any name tag on you "

" So you're a stray kitten ? " The kitten meowed shyly.

"Well that makes the two of us honey."

"But.."

You patted her slightly on the head.

" I don't have any food on me love " you sighed.

" I am moving far far away honey and I have tucked away all of my cookware in the cupboard. "

" But..." you suddenly remembered smiling,

" I do think I have a can of tuna in the fridge "

" Will that be enough for you love ?"

The kitten meowed a lot in reponse while rubbing her body against you.

" Ok, I'll bring it "

You went up to the kitchen and she followed you.

Opening and pouring the can of tuna in a small plate you handed it to her,

" Here you go missy "

The kitten chewed it hungrily.

" Hungry are we ? Eat well love! "

You smiled at the kitten eating well. A single tear dropped from your eye.

You always wanted a pet of your own. But never had the courage or time to adopt them and take care of them.

This one right here, is the kitten of your dreams.

Inviting herself in, she already made herself at home and also creeped your way so soon into your heart.

" I can't take you with me baby. " You sniffled.

" They won't allow any kind of pets "

" You have to go after finishing this ok honey ? " you fought back tears....

As if on cue. A message popped up again on your laptop.

You wiped your tears and walked towards your bed.

It was another email from the said University you're leaving for, on the 21st.

This is to inform, that all novice witches, necromancers and elves/fairies, are equired to bring one familiar with them.

They can be any animal and shouldn't be harmful to other students.

Example include - Cats, Dogs, Birds, Butterflies, badgers to name a few.

We are looking forward to your visit on the 21st!"

A bright smile formed on your lips as you closed the laptop and looked at your self invited guest.

You patted your head as you spoke to her

" Looks like you're coming along with me! "

The kitten meowed in response.

"You do require some stuff though" You told her as you scanned the room.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

" Hmm, a blanket, a carrier, some pillows, cat food, litter box, some treats, toys to play, and most importantly a name tag. "

You searched and found a list of cat supplies online.

" How does the name Miss Tuna sound like ?" You asked the kitten who was sitting on yout lap now, comfortably.

" Meow ?" She half meowed in a quizzical way

" Miss Tuna is cute right ?" She purred in response, as if in affirmation.

Soon she fell asleep in your lap as you softly petted her head...

You ordered everything online and it was at your door in the morning.

Thankful for the quick deliveries in Korea, you opened the packages and made everything ready.

Slowly, you scooped Miss Tuna from your bed where was sleeping comfortably and placed her in her new bed.

Clad with soft mini pillows and a warm blanket. Her eyes shot open as soon as she felt unfamiliar grounds.

She meowed a little in response.

" This is your new bed baby. You booped her tiny nose.

" Sleep for tonight we have to leave early tomorrow alright ? You scratched her head a little.

Ms. Tuna, purred and instantly became comfortable at your touch, beckoning you with her tiny paws to scratch her more.

" You need more petting love ?"

" Meow " A soft but eager voice escaped her mouth.

" Alright baby but only a few minutes more ok ? "

" I am gonna have to work a little after that mhm ?" She didn't say anything.

Just looked at you with her big shining eyes as if nodding in agreement.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

Hours turned into minutes, minutes into seconds and now its already the morning of the 21st.

You woke up early to pack everything left for the last minute.

Aka the plates, glasses, bathroom supplies to name a few.

Lastly you got ready and got Ms. Tuna, comfortable in her carrier.

She was a little grumpy this morning. But its obviously due to the sudden change.

So you made her carrier as comfortable as you can and placed her in.

Now it's already time for your cab to arrive, so you looked around for any last minute things left.

After making sure everything is ok, you grabbed your suitcases. There were three in total.

All your life packed in three suitcases and one new carrier for your newest member.

You still were unsure of keeping Ms. Tuna with you. But since childhood you were affectionate of animals.

As they are the only ones who didn't judge you....

They just silently listened to all your woes without looking at you with a sense of pity or shock.

You remembered the time, when your adoptive mum and dad had a cute beagle Cooper.

You adored him to death and did your best to play with him and take care of him.

You told him stories and he just silently listened. Sometimes even nudged you for cuddles.

When they gave you away for adoption, your heart broke...

Cooper tried his best to block the door so that you can't leave.

Poor dog loved you to death as well. You were crying at his efforts.

But he was a mere small beagle and nothing your adoptive dad's hands can't hold.

He picked him up and sedated him for a couple of hours, as your mum forcefully left with you, to hand over to the social workers.

That was the end of your relationships with animals. Until now....

You tucked your last suitcase in the trunk of the cab and grabbed the carrier to sit with in the backseat.

Taking one last content look at the apartment that has been your home since a year, you instructer the driver your location and drove off…

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

The wind was crisp as it blew in your face....

The train ride to Namsuhara was really peaceful in a way.

No one to talk to. No one judging you. Only the curiosities about your new life.

Beautiful view on top of that.

And the company of your new familiar, Ms. Tuna, who was comfortably sleeping on your lap now.

A part of you wanted to preserve this moment forever.

This was much needed you believed....

A new beginning.

Not that you didn't like your freelance job or your achievements.

But this was a Something else altogether.

A beginning of a "new you".

A "you", no one will make fun of, or be terrified in a way they saw a ghost.

A "you" who'll be the on the same level as her peers.

A "you" who'll hopefully make new friends.

And lastly a "you" who won't be.... your thoughts, trailed off.

A blush creeped on your cheeks as you thought of the dark haired boy you stalked on instagram.

"Hyunjin"

Something or everything was so ethereal about him, that you don't even beleive he's real.

His gaze intense, yet his smile ? enough to make your heart flutter.

Thinking about all of this, you relaxed in your seat and waited to reach your destination.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

The sun was setting as it coloured the sky different hues of pinks, yellows, oranges and purple.

You got down from the train at your final destination- Namsuhara.

The station was quaint and peaceful and you can spot distant mountains everywhere.

It was really refreshing to see such a beautiful place in real life.

As you've only seen it in videos and travelogues online.

You looked around to find someone who was from the University as they told you, they'll pick you up from the station.

But there was no one....

Only passengers who are either walking away with their families, or people who are waiting for the next train or just chilling around...

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

You put your head down and were about to contact on the number provided to you when you heard a scream!!

" You're here!! Yess! I'm so excited!"

Someone ran towards you and you were so scared they might bump into you and Ms. Tuna, you just quickly ducked.

You ducked down and squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for impact.

Yet there was nothing but deafening silence....

So you opened your eyes and saw two girls staring at you. You noticed their features, so distinct...

One was wearing a beautiful sage dress with little flower petals printed on it.

She was looking like a fairy to be honest. The second wore a black crop with blue denims and a leather jacket.

Both had such different aesthetics yet they looked comfortable in each other's company.

" If you're done checking us out, move your ass and get up ? We're actually getting late!"

The girl wearing a leather jacket spoke.

" Hey, she's overwhelmed hun don't speak to her like that."

" I am sorry she's moody like that sometimes...

" The girl wearing the sage dress spoke after defending you.

" Are you guys from the University ?" you asked them curious.

" Oh yeah we forgot to introduce ourselves, am I right ? I'm Yunjin and that's my friend"

" Karina, you can call me Rina or short. "

" Nice to meet you two." You sheepishly replied to them as you shook their hand.

" Let's get going then ? Our carriage is here" Yunjin smiled at you.

" Carriage ?" You asked surprised.

" Yeah it's on top of the mountains remember ?" Karina replied to you, half annoyed.

" Yeah, I'm sorry I forgot" you smiled at her as you three exited the station and walked towards a different path.

Yunjin grabbed your hand whispered,

" Don't mind her, she tends to get a little overwhelmed around new people."

" Its, ok I understand that. I have social anxiety as well" you whispered back.

" I love your familiar btw, very witch esque." She smiled at you as she glanced a look at Ms. Tuna.

" Thank you Yunjin, '' you replied.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

" You're a fairy ? No way!" You gasped as you looked at Yunjin.

" Yes, a garden fairy hun" she replied smiling.

" And you're a Necromancer?" you smiled at Karina.

" Yes and I am also learning sword fighting. So if anyone bothers you let me know" Karina winked at you.

"This is an interesting start," you thought as the carriage moved away to the rockier higher terrains of the Enchanted peaks….

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Waiting for Connection 12 / Ghost x Soap

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

Sorry, I forgot to upload it here, too! On the other hand, that means less waiting time for another chapter for you!

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Ghost returns home, but it’s different now. Too quiet. Too barren. He’s never noticed before. Didn’t have any point of reference. He does now. Stripey brushes against Simon’s legs, and the man bends down to scratch the cat behind the ear. “You liked him, mate?”

“Meow!”

Ghost has no idea what that means. Simply takes it as ‘yes’ and smiles.

He takes out his phone, an old, cheap thing he barely ever uses. Hits the redial. There’s only a handful of numbers on the phone, even less so in the call history.

He hears the phone ring, and then there’s a click. “Simon?” It sounds a little confused, which is hardly surprising. Ghost is very much not the bloke that would simply call to ask how’s life.

“Gaz… What am I doing?” Simon crosses the room slowly, sinking on the futon he hasn’t yet bothered to magick back into the sofa.

“Have I ever seemed clairvoyant to you, mate?” Gaz chuckles. There’s some rustling in the background. Presumably, Gaz is moving into some more private space.

Ghost chuckles back. “Guess not.”

“Guess again,” Gaz deadpans, “how were the pints with MacTavish yesterday?”

“What? How the fuck…?” Ghost frowns, not even trying to hide his surprise.

“I can’t answer that question,” Kyle utters the line that all SAS know better than their own names. Burned on the back of their minds, etched in their muscles. Tattooed with invisible ink all over their bodies.

It’s an answer and not an answer at the same time. With a single line, Kyle has confirmed that he’s close to Soap without betraying anything. His commanding officer, most likely, and isn’t that hilarious?

“It was fine. I’ve let him crash at my place,” Simon volunteers a bit of intel in exchange.

“Really? Just like that? Back when you still served, nobody except Price even knew where you were living.”

“I didn’t want any bloody Christmas cards,” Simon tries to deflect with a joke.

Gaz lets it go. It’s an ancient history by now, and there are more pressing matters he’s interested in, anyway. “I hope you haven’t crashed him on the first date; that would be ruthless even for you,” Kyle’s smirk can be heard in his voice, but there’s an underlying tone of seriousness, too.

Ghost groans, frustrated. With himself, mostly. “No, of course not. I’m not an idiot. But…”

“But you thought about it, haven’t you?”

That man knows him way too well. Dangerously so. Of course, he thought about it. The face, the body, the way John moved, self-assured, a little cocky, not bothering to conceal what he is. And then the talking, the flirting. Especially the flirting. Without that, Simon would’ve been fine. Mates. Friends. Whatever. Simple, safe. Well, think again. Fuck! “Yeah, I did. And I feel like a bloody cradle-snatcher for it.”

Gaz snorts. “He ain’t that young, and you ain’t that old, Ghost. You know what he does for a living and how it is, so I’m gonna save my breath and spare you the lectures. Have fun, Simon.”

As if he needs the lectures. “That’s all?”

“Does it even matter what I say, Ghost? It’s not life or death business. You’re both adults, if not entirely reasonable. As long as your thing doesn’t fuck up my thing, we’re good.”

“You didn’t really help me, you know,” Simon notes bemusedly.

“If you wanted a voice of reason, I’m afraid you didn’t call the right number. I guess Laswell’s would be what, two numbers down?”

“One.”

“Well, there you go.”

“Thank you, Kyle,” Simon sighs.

“Anytime, mate. And show the kid some neat tricks while you’re at it, will you?”

“I have no idea what kept Price from strangling you,” Simon huffs a laugh.

“My charming personality, obviously,” there are some muffled voices in the background then. “Gotta run, duty calls and all that. Just… enjoy the life a little, old man.”

“Is that an order?”

“Might as well make it one. Cheers, Ghost.”

Ghost lets himself fall back, sprawling on the futon. Stripey is with him and subsequently on him the next second, stepping on Simon’s chest before he lies down. Kyle was right. If Ghost wanted a voice of reason, Gaz wasn’t exactly the right person to call.

So, if he’s read the situation right, and would like to take it further, what would the next step be?

#Kyle is master enabler #Ghost has it bad #But he doesn't yet fully realise #His cat does #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #kyle gaz garrick

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Lord Morpheus/Somnina deep dive info

Herbs • Poppy, Poppy trees, poppy seeds, ivory, Dandelion seed, Chamomile, mugwort, lavender, jasmine, passionflower, basil

Animals• Bats, Nocturnal animals, Cats, Fireflies, Moths, Butterfly, Racoons, Wolves, Crows, Halcyon birds, sheep “counting sheep” (my personal thinking)

Zodiac • None, I couldn't find any evidence, perhaps Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, or Pisces because they were born in the winter.

Colors • Black, Blue, Gold, Purple, Silver, Red, some folks like associating neon colors and grey. I also think white.

Crystal• Amethyst, Herkimer Diamond, Scolecite, Hematite, Lapis Lazuli, and gemstones associated with dream magick

Symbols• Horns (he passes through a horn gate each night), Portals, gates, feathers, wings, skeleton keys, stars, night, ivory, tea, baths, sweet coffee

wear in their honor • sleep masks, PJs, slippers.

Diety of• of dreams, of sleep

Patron of• from/shape (his name translates to that, and shapeshifts in dreams.), messages to the unconscious, prophecies to the unconscious, influencing people unconsciously, hypnotizing, dreaming about the future, daydreaming, dream jobs, human shapes, hallucinations of humans, meditation, desire, hope, insomnia, opium-based medication, lucid dreaming, imagination, schizophrenia or schizophrenia-like disorders or illnesses, creativity, astral travel, encouragement, communication, divination

Element• Water, air

Offerings• Honey, honey cake, wine, fish and incense, Melatonin, Sleep-related gemstones and crystals, Skulls, Dream Catchers (ethnically obtained), Any type of stress reliever, and sleep indulgent tea, Ivory and/or Horn items, Sleep-related spells,

The imagery of his associated animals, Feathers, demon imagery(?), imagery of his animals, offerings of things like moths, butterflies, skulls, and feathers (ethically sourced), melatonin gummies, skeleton keys, Dream Pillows (herbal satchels filled with lavender to place under your pillow for better sleep)

Devotional• Track your dreams on a calendar, Keep a dream journal, Get enough sleep, Turn off your electronics 1 hour before bed (gets you in deeper sleep faster), Perform a night ritual, Learn about lucid dreaming and practice it, Write a letter to Morpheus before going to bed, Prayers related to Morpheus, Prophetic inducing herbs, Creating a playlist for him with songs that help you sleep, drink mugwort or chamomile tea before bed, set and try to stick to a night routine, write letters or jokes to him, write stories/a book, wear or dress your bed in his associated color, keep crystals for him on your bed or bedside table, have a bath or shower before bed, speak to him before you sleep, go to a sleepover to his honor, washing your bed sheets, cleaning up ur bed, try making your own melatonin, practice divination, try controlling ur dreams

Ephithets• Μορφευς, Morpheus, Shaper of Dreams, Sandman, Mildest of the Gods, Balm of the Soul, Oneiros, Kai’Ckul, Lord L’Zoril, Shaper of Forms, Lord Shaper, Prince of Stories (The Sandman, Neil Gaiman), Dream Giver, Sleep’s Guest, Lord Shaper, Father of Dreams, Lord of the Night, He Who Tells Mortals Stories, Formshaper, Shadowmaker

Equivalents• Niorun (Norse), Angus (Celtic), Caer (Celtic), Bes (Egypt), Tutu (Egypt), Morpheus (Greek), Somnina (Norse).

Signs their reaching out• Sudden floating in dreams, better dreams, sleeping better, seeing him in dreams.

Vows/omans• Perhaps wedding vows.

Number• 1, 6, 7

Morals• Morally lawfully neutral follows the gods' bidding.

Courting• no one, but is seen as Iris's husband in some literature,

Past lovers/crushes• I couldn't find any, I think he is Ace? But that is not anyone's business. He is ‘said’ to date Iris because of always being togetherer

Personality• Morpheus is a very chill and comprehensive God. He’s understanding and he’s happy to help out if he can. He doesn’t ask for much when you worship him, as long as you’re making an effort he’s fine.

Home• Erebus, in the Underworld

Mortal or immortal • Immortal

Fact• Some say they were able to “heal”,

Curses• Insomnia, your dream of the ‘good future’ being wrong, your hopes and dreams crashing down, no dreams (If u like your dreams), feeling anger towards you in dreams and just in general. Your baby wakes up with a nightmare. The back/neck problems you wake up with.

Blessings• Good sleep, having good dreams, and your children going to sleep.

Roots• Ancient Greece, born probably in Tarturas

Friends• Iris, Zeus, Hermes, Hera, messengers in general.

Parentage• Pasithea and Hypnos, some say he came from Hypnos asexually, some say from Nyx asexually, I think Nyx.

Siblings• Oneiroi, Icelus, Phobetor, Phantasus

Pet• None.

Children • None

Appearance in astral or gen• often depicted with wings, he changes into whatever shape is needed at a given moment, decided as a young man in art, and has one ear with wing and one to hear with. He looks like he has short hair.

Festivals • I couldn't find any, I would say hibernation month, and just celebrate being able to sleep when animals are hibernating.

Season • winter

Day • I would say Saturday because I get the most sleep on Saturday, no school, and no worries, I couldn't find a historic one, or just make a day for him, many people do that for minor gods.

Status• Greek Minor god/personification, a part of the Oneiroi, and the leader of the Oneiroi. plays a major role in day-to-day life. He is a Cthonic deity

What angers them • Insulting them,

Music they like• I would think Sleep Music, Sleep Asmr

What they like • sleep.

What they dislike• I would say physical touch since he disappears all the sudden when he is almost being touched, I think he only touches those he ‘is okay with’ as a sign of trust or adornment because I heard a person back then say they use to get tapped by them

Planet• Moon (phase new)

Tarot cards• The Four of Swords and the Tower, message card (based on sleep and messages, each their own.)

Reminds me of• sleep, the good resting kind of sleep

In my opinion • they are pretty rad, and strangely I've been having shit sleep, ain't he just a sweetheart.

Scents/Inscene • Opium, Lavender, Jasmine, Chamomile, Sandalwood, and any other calming scents

Prayers•

Ever-shifting Morpheus, lord of the Oneiroi who bring us our dreams, true or false. Morpheus, swift-soaring courier, twilight messenger of the gods, kind one, dweller in the shadowed land of dreams, dark-winged god who shapes the visions of the night, who tells the tales that must be told, who strips us bare of secrets, who clothes hard truths in subtle raiment, child of the black night, child of the shrouded dark, in the realm of illusion you are king. Morpheus, harbinger of change, concealer of clues, you bury bits of truth among our wishes and fancies; with your aid can we see into the mist of the unknown, with your aid can we find the hidden pieces of the self. Morpheus, I praise and honor you.

With a whisper I call you, o Morpheus, lord of dreams, greatest amongst the Oneiroi. I call to you as Hypnos draws near.

Phantasos, ancient messenger who crafts wonder into form who conjures in our minds a tapestry otherworldly. Greatest molder and master of lights, many-shaped, you cross the night and take on any face or voice any hue or sound you so desire. I ask you, my lord: shield me from pain and fear in my dreams, let no anguish burden my heart as I sleep. This only I request: that within your great creations I may rest and through your hand I may find safe haven. That my words may reach you, o Morpheus whispered though they may be as Hypnos draws near.

Links/websites/sources •https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus

https://www.thecollector.com/morpheus-greek-god/https://www.britannica.com/topic/Morpheus-Greek-mythology https://www.britannica.com/topic/Hypnos https://despena.gr/morpheus-the-ancient-greek-god-of-dreams/https://kreweofmorpheus.clubexpress.com/content.aspx?page_id=22&club_id=174762&module_id=305302 https://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends-europe/morpheus-greek-god-dreams-who-delivered-messages-gods-mortal-world-002318#google_vignette How Ancient Egyptians Interpreted Dreams - UnEarthed Penn Dream Angus: The Celtic God of Dreams (The Myths) - Amazon.comAmazon.com Caer Ibormeith - Thoughts on PapyrusThoughts on Papyrus Who is Niorun? - Northern Tradition Paganismhttps://greekpagan.com/tag/morpheus/

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Jörmungandr Guide

I've been posting a bit about the World Serpent and figured I should make a whole guide on him. Jörmungandr was the second deity that I began working with. And as he is a being with little information, despite having a major role in Norse myth, I find it difficult to easily devote myself to him so here's some advice for others! (Note: Most of the offerings and associations are UPG. This is what I have learned from my experience with Jörmungandr.)

Name: Jörmungandr (Yor-Mun-Gan-Dur). "jǫrmun" means "vast" or "immense". "gandr" is a little uncertain in definition but generally understood to mean "magic", "wand", or "beast".

Other Names: "Miðgarðsormr" meaning "World Serpent" or "Midgard Serpent". In Skaldic poetry, he can be seen as being referred to with some variation of "Reistr Jarðar" meaning "earth-twist" or "earth-curl".

Family:

Father: Loki, The Trickster God

Mother: Angrboða, Mother of Monsters

Brother: Fenrir, He Who Dwells in the Marshes

Sister: Hel, Goddess of Death

Main Myths: Thor lifting Jörmungandr disguised as a cat, Thor's fishing trip, Ragnarök

Common Misconception: Jörmungandr is neither evil nor the cause of Ragnarök. Jörmungandr is a neutral being who is the personification of rebirth and change. He is a warning of Ragnarök beginning, not the reason. Ragnarök is a fated event, always meant to happen. It's important to note that Ragnarök is not the END but the end of the world that WE know. In the myths, there are deities, like both Odin and Thor's children, who survive and begin anew in the new world which will be repopulated. Rebirth is core to Jörmungandr and it should be noted in his myths, besides Ragnarök, it is Thor who finds Jörmungandr. Jörmungandr is described to be an ouroboros who remains wrapped around Midgard, minding his own.

Past this will be UPG(Unverified Personal Gnosis) unless marked with an *, in which case, these symbols are mentioned in his myths.

Personality: Personally, in my presence, Jörmungandr is a very intimidating being. Not because he is purposely trying to scare those who interact with him, but because he is very firm and can be distant in his words. Very forward in his wants for you, he provides advice and doesn't demand anything in turn. Jörmungandr is not one who holds your hand to guide you. He is very much a being who wants to see you take charge in life. He cares less for physical offerings and more devotional acts that are beneficial to yourself. He wants your pursuit of change, your ambitions to thrive, your pursuit of life in general. While other deities may provide a familial bond with those who work with them, Jörmungandr is very much a stoic mentor who is waiting for you to show your efforts.

What you may learn with Jörmungandr: How to set and enforce boundaries, how to be comfortable with change, how to accept change and move on, self-confidence, self-care, how to take charge of your life, learn shadow work, learn ocean magick, learn runes, healing past traumas

Colors:

Black

Silver

Blue

White

Green

Animals:

Snakes*

Oxen*

Cats*

Fish

Wolves*

Elements:

Water*

Earth*

Fire

Crystals:

Clear Quartz

Black Obsidian

Black Tourmaline

Amazonite

Aquamarine

Moonstone

Tarot:

Wheel of Fortune

Death

The World

Six of Swords

Physical Offerings:

Seashells

Sand or rocks from the Beach

Sea Water

Storm Water

Snake-Related Imagery

World/Earth-Related* Imagery

Eggs

Snake Skin

Runes (Jera, Algiz, Laguz)

Lotus Scents

Water Lily Imagery

Ouroboros* Imagery

Devotional Acts:

Meditate to Ocean sounds

Light Incense

Pursue your goals

Shadow Work

Clean your local beach

Donate to ocean preservation charities

Donate to climate change prevention charities

Build emotional and mental strength

Honor his family (Loki, Hel, Fenrir, Angrboda)

Practicing protection and cleansing magick

Wear snake jewelry

Adopt and care for a snake/reptile

Share your meals with him

#norse paganism #deity work #deity worship #paganism #heathenry #pagan #pagan witch #norse heathen #jormungandr #jormungandr worship #norse jormungandr #polytheism #deity offerings

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redpanther23 · 1 month

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second autobiographical essay below

The first sixteen years of my life I spent with my mom, and they were honestly the motherfucking worst.

My mom met my step dad larping when I was about 2, he was 16, and she was 26. She got pregnant, they got married, and he started sexually abusing me right away. When my brother was born, I couldn't stand him and was a complete cunt to him (sorry dude, I was a kid and I didn't know better.)

When I started school, I struggled to focus and did very poorly, and my mom and step dad would beat me and take all my things out of my room except for furniture, and lock me in there except to use the bathroom, for months on end, until they thought my grades were good enough. My step dad would come into my room at night and touch me. He would also jump out at me around corners and "wrestle" with me (pretending to wrestle for fun so he could squeeze my tits.) I would struggle and yell, and bite him as hard as I could, and my mom would punish me for hurting him. Sometimes he would do it in front of her, and when I complained to her, she would call me a liar. (His name again: Rigel Cameron Freeman.)

We moved pretty much every year because my parents struggled to maintain jobs. Mainly we lived in different parts of Gainesville, Florida, but we also briefly lived in Raleigh, North Carolina. At school I was usually the only non Christian kid, and I was a complete asshole because my family life was so horrible, so no one liked me and I was bullied constantly. I spent a lot of time in class, and all my time at recess, drawing and making up imaginary friends, or reading books about talking cats (I was very misanthropic, something I still struggle with.) When I was in late elementary to middle school, I made a few friends I still talk to. That was also the same time as my first suicide attempt (5th grade), and when I started self harming.

When I was 12 I dyed my hair red, and my friend's dad named me Red (their family were Irish and Cherokee.) I had been called lots of other names before that, basically something different by each relative, and the only thing everyone could agree on was that none of them suited me (and no one ever called me my government name.) After I was named Red, I dyed my hair every other color you can think of, but my name has stayed the same.

The same year, I moved to Miami, and that began a new isolated phase in my life that led to me becoming interested in magick. My mom had never lived in a major city before, and we ended up moving to a pretty sketchy neighborhood (gunshots almost every night, drive bys, etc.) In our home country (Mississippi) kids are simply expected to fend for themselves outdoors until supper. Now that I was trapped inside with my incredibly abusive family, I had nothing to turn to but the internet (something I'm sure many of us here can relate to.)

I became interested in magic through mythology. I had always found other pre-Christian cultures fascinating, since I wasn't allowed to learn anything about my own, and I discovered through Wikipedia and Google searches that people still practiced the pagan European religions of my ancestors. Through neopaganism, I began to learn about ceremonial magic extremely quickly, feeling as though it was the one piece of my life I'd been missing, finding that I had an innate understanding of something other than visual art for the first time. It wasn't long before I was ready to try my first invocation. I had always wondered if I had a "spirit animal," or a guide, which I knew must be part of my subconscious, and recognizing immediately that I could use ritual meditation to access this, I crafted my first ritual based on some uninitiated wiccan articles I had been reading, and what implements I had laying around. I set out a circle of stones, invoked the four quadrants with a candle at each cardinal direction, laid out offerings of oil, salt, and water, lit an incense cone, and two additional candles for the Mother and Father. My practice is very different now, but my results at the time were extraordinarily intense. When I closed my eyes, this is what I saw:

Dense forest, high on the mountain. It's foggy and overcast, but it's summertime. The rocks are covered with moss, thick and green. I look down at my sandy brown forepaws and know that I am a panther. I begin to stroll, and I can feel the power in my muscles. I'm strong and free.

I opened my eyes, and was back in my bedroom, surrounded by rocks and candles. Shortly afterward, my mom mentioned Scott Panther to me for the first time (I didn't remember meeting him as a baby.) I'm sure it will confuse some that my first experience with a native archetype, my family animal, was through a European style ritual. Hey, think how I feel! I should have been able to take peyote and meet a mountain lion face to face to earn my name, like any decent person. Unfortunately, since I was so isolated, I didn't have the privilage. My connection to the panther is extremely deep - some of my first dreams were of being a cat, and the first time I prayed (age 8) it was to "StarClan," which, for the uninitiated, is the clan of dead cats who live in the sky in the children's book series Warrior Cats (I still like to think my cat ancestors are up there watching.) I've always studied cat behavior and embodied cat energy, even before I had any vision, but in my life that was treated as something annoying and strange by the people around me, rather than the sacred mystical practice it was. When I had cats in my life, I prioritized them, often over my own health and safety. Even though I only have a dog now, I still consider cats to be my teachers. I can't say whether my conceptualization of reality and my experiences is native, or European, but I would guess it's a mix of both, like me.

I started high school at MAST Academy in Miami, a school for "future scientists." My family always discouraged me from drawing or playing music, often my instruments would be taken away or sold, or I would have nothing but lined notebook paper to draw on (I would only get things I needed for school.) Since all I had to decide a "career" on was my passion for non-human animals, I thought I might be a zoologist. It was a lot less horrible than most other high schools in a lot of ways, and a few of the teachers even treated me like a person (cheers.) I started visiting my dad a little during this period, he began teaching me about Jewish mysticism and Kaballah, what little I could understand, and I began to read from his collection of books on magick and the occult.

During my second year of high school, my mom and step dad moved to the Netherlands, and brought me with them. I was too young and shy (scared) to have any fun, and I just thought about suicide constantly. My mom would never stop yelling at me about everything, telling me how l worthless I am. I caught my step dad taking pictures of me as I got out of the shower, and my little brother told me he caught him watching me sleep through the window over my bedroom door (you could stand at the top of the stairs and look right through it.) I became paranoid he was going to start raping me again, like he did when I was younger, and slept with a knife beside me, when I could sleep. (Again, his name is Rigel Cameron Freeman, and he is a computer programmer who works in the video game industry.)

The only positive part of my life during this period was an online death cult I joined, called Les Fleurs de la Mort. I can't talk about our practices in detail, but it lead me to get really into gardening, which was probably the healthiest possible pastime for me. I don't think I've spoken to any of my fellow Fleurists in years, but if any y'all are reading this, meow.

After I turned 16, I got the chance to visit my dad back in Miami (court ordered), and I refused to return to my mom. I haven't heard from my mom or step dad since then, except for a handful of extremely rude emails from my mom before covid, and I hope that's the end of it.

Rigel Cameron Freeman, the pedophile who made my life hell and molested me constantly throughout my childhood, currently has sole custody of my youngest sibling, who's 9. (He was born after I left, and we've never met.)

#red panther speaks

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laurancezvahlslefteyebrow · 5 months

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here comes the girl~ hello girl~ welcome~

Cadenza! Redesigned! Lets Go!

you know the drill. headcanons and canon changes here we go:

first off it has always bothered me how it is mentioned in canon that she has magicks but it’s never specified what or anything so let’s change that.. in my au, she is a siren. no, not a mermaid. a siren. a siren is a type of magicks user, essentially a very talented hypnotist. (lillian is also a siren) they have great power of suggestion, and that power is even more potent when done by singing (though it’s much more obvious). cadenza however, is also originally from Zerimar. this means she has rune tattoos, giving her a trait based on her name. the name cadenza means beautiful voice, and so that is her power. not only is her voice literally beautiful, but she can make anything, even the most gut wrenching sentences, sound beautiful. she can essentially make anyone do anything she wants. but she doesn’t, because she has a pure heart.

she originally started by making doll dresses for her younger sister, Eseryt. After being separated from her she decided to make as many dresses she could to somehow honor her sister. its therapeutic, and reminds her of a simpler time.

her fingertips are often colorfully stained from dying fabrics… or laurances hair…

the necklace she wears was her biological mother’s. Eseryt had (has) a matching one. once it broke and she went crying to laurance asking if he could fix it. he couldn’t so she had to figure it out herself

she loves painting, especially flowers.

after being turned into a chicken, she went vegetarian.

before becoming lord she had a boutique, where she sold all the clothes she made.

after becoming lord she stopped selling them and simply gave them to villagers in need of some new clothes.

she always and inexplicably smells like cinnamon and roses.

she used to force laurance to dress up and wear makeup and jewelry and braid his hair as a kid. as they grew up, she realized she could stop forcing him because he actually loves to feel pretty.

she never cuts her hair but she takes extra good care of it.

as a child, she had a cat named cricket. she named her cricket because her meow sounded more like a chirp.

after alina is born, she calls her cricket because she’s so full of energy just like that cat was.

garnet calls her auntie cadenza (or just auntie denza until she’s old enough to say it right)

alina calls her aunt caddy.

after becoming lord, she becomes a lot more conscious about covering her rune tattoos. if word got out that she was from zerimar or that she had magicks that could potentially be used to manipulate others she could be overthrown, abducted, or even assassinated. or worse.. o’khasis could declare war on New Meteli

next up is actually an oc..

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BINA WHAT??? YOU HAVE OCS?????? TELL ME MORE I LOVE OC CONTENT (Klance will forever feed me BUT-) THEY LOOK SO CUTE WHO. ARE. THEY.

😳😳😳

.....YOU WOULD KNOW MORE OF MY BOY.......?? TRULY????

OH!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH HAPPY DAYS YES!!!!!!!! I TOO SUBSIST ALMOST ENTIRELY OFF OF KLANCE, BUT OCs HAVE PROVEN TO BE QUITE A DELIGHT ALSO!!

FOR REFERENCE, HERE IS THE PATHETIC LITTLE MAN IN QUESTION:

wait i have too much to say, i have to put this under a readmore

OK!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!! i love him so much and i don't have many opportunities to talk about him, SO YOUR ASK IS APPRECIATED!!!

his name is E'li Leam (pronounced EE-lie Leem) and he's a Miqo'te from that MMO i really like FFXIV 🤩

Miqo'te are basically cat people (WHICH I MEAN. I GUESS I'M A FURRY NOW?? OK), and he's what's called a Seeker, AKA SUN CAT!! There's moon cat people too but don't worry about it.

Seekers have names that start with their tribe letter (26 in total, each one representing one letter of the alphabet), so for example Raha of the G tribe would be called G'raha. Only close friends and family can drop the tribe letter and call them their given name! Male seekers will also have either Tia or Nuhn after their names, with most being Tias! This is because Nuhns fuck like crazy and are the only ones who are allowed to LMFAO

LISTEN DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT

anyway E'li is your typical 32 year old shonen protagonist who woke up ~7 years ago with Retrograde Amnesia and was found in a giant forest by its resident magic rats

THESE FUCKIN THINGS. they're called moogles. if you've ever played a final fantasy game, you know these guys. ANYWAY they saw this random grown ass man with a GIANT SCABBED OVER HEAD WOUND who wouldn't respond to anything they said and were like "hey let's take care of him kupo, lol"

AND FOR MONTHS THEY LOOKED AFTER HIM. ate together. snoozed in cuddle puddles together. got fucked up on Kupo Nuts together. it was wild. they found him with a big ol explorer's backpack, and alongside a White Mage Soul Crytal (RARE AND PRICELESS ARTIFACT ALLOWING ITS OWNER TO ADEPTLY WIELD CURATIVE MAGICKS!!), they found a shitty harp inside with A NAME CARVED ON THE SIDE.........

THE NAME...?!? "Eli". there was a notch in the wood that MIGHT have been an apostrophe?? they're moogles though they don't really give a shit. SO THEY JUST START CALLING HIM E'LI.

Pronounced EE-Lie.

The correct pronunciation of E'li by Seeker standards is EH-Lie.

This incorrect pronunciation of his own name would routinely cause him significant embarrassment down the line.

anyway. They're fond of their weird little man, but after a few months the moogles are like, "hey if he's really good at healing magicks and we can't teach him how to read or write, maybe let's give him to the people in the Quarrymill. They'll take care of him." and so they deposited their Weird Son into the care of the people of the Quarrymill, who essentially hired him on as the resident healer in exchange for food/shelter/education because HOLY SHIT,

THIS GUY CAN HEAL!!!

you wander near him with an injury? BOOM he's there and suddenly ALL THAT AILS YE BE NO MORE!!

whatever life he lead prior to his severe head injury clearly included healing people. he also took to reading and writing extremely quickly, so it was assumed he was some kind of scholar?? Though he wasn't particularly fond of speaking, and learned Eorzean Sign Language because VOCALIZATIONS WERE WEIRD AND BAD.

so this guy spends like half a year there. DEVOURING BOOKS. Learning of the World At Large. Starts longing to see the rest of it.. the Quarrymill residents are hesitant to let their Weird Little Man go, but accept it & tell him he must call himself E'li Tia to all who ask.

(In his mind Tia and Nuhn both sound incredibly stupid, so he decides his surname will be Leam A.K.A LEAF ---> BUT ONE LETTER CHANGED. ((he was looking at a tree when he decided this, and it would ALSO cause him no end of embarrassment down the line)))

SUDDENLY, GOD (A SENTIENT CRYSTAL IN THE CENTER OF THE PLANET) REACHES OUT TO HIM AND IS LIKE HI. LISTEN GO OUT THERE AND SAVE THE WORLD.

E'li is like o..k... and starts his journey to become an Adventurer.....

and then gets to a place called Limsa Lominsa which SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, THEN IMMEDIATELY GOES BACK TO THE GIANT FOREST PLACE AND DOESN'T LEAVE.

GOD CRYSTAL actually told a DIFFERENT set of people to go save the world like FIVE YEARS AGO, and a bunch of stuff happened but TLDR; GOD CRYSTAL'S GROUP OF CHOSEN HEROS WHO ONCE TRIED TO SAVE THE REALM BUT WERE SPIRITED AWAY...!!!

find the strange little healing cat man one day during their adventures. their leader, Meteor (!!!!!! YES MR MAIN CHARACTER GUY HIMSELF), looks at him and this is how their meeting went:

and SO BEGAN THE JOURNEY OF THESE FIVE WARRIORS OF LIGHT, WHO WOULD GO ON TO SAVE THE REALM FROM MANY DIRE THREATS...

THEN METEOR DIES, E'LI THREATENS TO KILL THE OTHERS ON SIGHT FOR LETTING THEIR LEADER DIE, BANISHES THEM FROM THE SCIONS OF THE SEVENTH DAWN (a group of characters who like.. do good stuff For The Realm and all that), AND PROCEEDS TO SPEEDRUN PTSD AS THE NOW SOLE WARRIOR OF LIGHT

buncha stuff happens... E'li goes to War, does PTSD: The Again, GETS ISEKAI'D and does Saving the World: 2 but THIS time his best friend he made just before the God Crystal Group disbanded shows up and is like "I'M GOING TO DIE FOR YOU!" and he's like "???? I'M LITERALLY INSANE CAN YOU PLEASE NOT MAKE IT WORSE"

buncha OTHER stuff happens...

and currently him and his Best Friend (he didn't actually die) are now life partners who just want to go on adventures and take naps together.

BY THE WAY, HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA IN THE CONVENTIONAL SENSE. GOD CRYSTAL ACTUALLY JUST YOINKED A 1500 YEAR OLD SOUL FROM THE AETHERIAL SEA (THE AFTERLIFE BUT IT'S REAL, AND IS INSIDE THE PLANET), MADE A COPY OF METEOR'S BODY, MADE IT A CAT MAN, SHOVED THE SOUL IN IT, THEN SHUNTED IT BACK UNTO THE MORTAL COIL TO GO FIGHT FOR HER. HE LANDED HEAD FIRST ONTO A FUCKIN ROCK AND SHE WAS LIKE "OOF, MY B. ANYWAY I'LL BE IN TOUCH"

when he realizes this, E'li decides he is not fond of god crystal.

AND SO THAT IS THE GIST OF MY LITTLE BLORBO. my pathetic little man. my sweet cheese, my rotten soldier etc etc. HE'S KIND OF A FREAK and i absolutely adore him.

i will continue to chronicle all the little problems i give him, desperate for anyone who will look my way and be like "oh yeah, pretty cool"........... and i thank you for reading LMFAO

#FFXIV SPOILERS #LMAO #E'li Leam #OC #there is wolgraha here if you understand my ramblings #FFXIV #WOL #also his first word was obviously kupo

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sageandthesabbats · 1 year

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How I Celebrate the Wheel of The Year

As you may know, the Sabbat names such as “Samhain”, “Imbolc”, and so on are appropriated from Irish Paganism. As a Hellenic Pagan, I don’t feel comfortable using these widely used names as I have no association with Irish Paganism and have absolutely no intention of further appropriating their culture. Instead - I’ll explain how I personally celebrate the Wheel of the Year in my craft based on my own beliefs.

The Festival of New Beginnings

Formerly known as “Samhain”, the Festival of New Beginnings is celebrated on October 31st and is the Witches' New Year. It is a celebration of new beginnings, where accessing magick is at its peak. It is a time of change, as the wheel of the year is once again repeating itself. It is also a time of communication between the living and the dead, as the veil between the physical and astral realm is the thinnest, therefore making this festival a perfect time to communicate and honour your deceased ancestors, or communicate with any spirit on the higher realm.

Note that this is not an actual "new year". The wheel of the year and the sabbats is cyclical, meaning the sabbats occur in cyclical patterns and not in linear "years". This festival is not a definite start/end point of the wheel of the year. It is a hypothetical "new year" as it is a celebration of new beginnings, which is commonly celebrated as “New Year’s Resolutions”

Colours: Black, gold, orange, purple, silver, white.

Deities: Hecate, Hades.

Decorations: Pomegranates, apples, pumpkins, gourds, autumn leaves, acorns, nuts, berries, fall herbs, and any other harvested items as they correspond to the current Fall season and their energy will therefore be higher, pictures of deceased loved ones, black candles and besoms for protection when communing with the dead.

Animals: Bat, black cat, owl, raven.

Crystals: Aquamarine, bloodstone, carnelian, jet, obsidian, onyx, smoky quartz.

Plants: Allspice, broom, nightshade, mandrake, mint, nutmeg, rosemary, sage, thistle, wormwood.

Any other correspondents that represent communication, protection, and high energy may be used.

How To Celebrate:

- Tell stories of deceased loved ones.

- Burn pine, myrrh, or cinnamon incense.

- Use symbols of death like scythes or bones, where death symbolizes change.

- Set goals for the coming cycle.

- Manifest! Attract new desires to your life to create your new beginnings.

Winter Solstice

The Winter Solstice is celebrated from December 21st to January 1st. It is a time to embrace new beginnings as nature dies, only to renew next season and start fresh. The winter season is very different than the seasons previous. It is also a time of peace and love, and to rest. It is a time to give back to nature to show your love and gratitude for the past growth of nature, as nature dies for the Winter season. Gifts can also be given to friends and family at this time to show your gratitude for them. It is a good time to honour Persephone for the cycle of the seasons.

It can be difficult to say that Winter is a beautiful season, as it is a time of depression for Demeter, but it is important to acknowledge that the winter festivities such as ice skating would not be possible without the Winter season. There is beauty and joy even in darkness. Acknowledging and appreciating all of the joys of Winter helps Demeter grieve.

You can also honour Gaia, and her abilities to produce such beautiful snow and ice.

You should reflect on how Demeter, Persephone, and Gaia's powers differ, and why they are all honoured at this time. Demeter is responsible for the growth and care of crops. The time at which she is grieving and does not tend to crops is known as the Winter season. Because Demeter is grieving the loss of her daughter Persephone when the winter season is created, Persephone is attributed to the cycle of the seasons. Gaia is responsible for creating the snow that falls while Demeter grieves, while not responsible for the cycling seasons herself.

Colours: Red, green, white, silver, blue, gold.

Deities: Mother Gaia, Pandora, Apollo, Cronos, Helios.

Decorations: Evergreen, pine cones, wreathes, mistletoe, holly, berries, bells, candles, elves, lights.

Animals: Bear, boar, deer, eagle, owl, robin, squirrel, snowgoose, snow tiger, wren.

Crystals: Bloodstone, clear quartz, diamond, emerald, garnet, ruby.

Plants: Thistle, chamomile, ivy, mistletoe, peppermint, rosemary, sage.

Any other correspondents relating to Winter, gratitude for nature and others, and embracing darkness can be used.

How to Celebrate

- Light a cedar, cinnamon, clove, frankincense, juniper, myrrh, peppermint, or pine incense.

- Make birdseed ornaments.

- Leave gifts of pinecones underneath trees outside to give back to nature.

- Make and hang wreaths of mistletoe for protection.

- Gift turtle doves ornaments to someone you wish to strengthen your bond with.

Festival of Light

The Festival of Light is celebrated on February 1st and is a time to celebrate fertility and rejuvenating energy. The festival of light originates from Imbolc, which means "in the belly", meaning that Spring is in the belly of Mother Earth, soon to be born. The festival of light has an emphasis on the coming of light after a dark winter, and is a time to appreciate winter while looking ahead for signs of spring.

Colours: Brown, green, and pink for the coming spring, white and blue for snow, and yellow for light and rejuvenating energy.

Deities: Aphrodite, Demeter, Eros, Hera, Hestia, Mother Gaia, Pan, Persephone, Prometheus.

Decorations: Candles, incense, seeds, nuts, water, herbal tea, snow, flowers.

Animals: Bear, deer, groundhog, lamb, phoenix, sheep.

Crystals: Amethyst, bloodstone, garnet, onyx, ruby, turquoise.

Plants: Chamomile and lavender for relaxation, lemon for rejuvenating energy, acorns, angelica, basil, bay, blackberry, jasmine.

Any other correspondents that relate to fertility, rejuvenation, and Spring may be used.

How to Celebrate

- Go for a walk and look for signs of spring, such as flower buds.

- Cleansing (Spring Clean).

- Drink chamomile tea for relaxation.

- Drink lemonade for rejuvenating energy.

- Burn lavender incense for relaxation.

- Gather snow. Appreciate it before it’s gone for another cycle.

- Burn white candles for cleansing and purity.

Spring Equinox

The Spring Equinox is celebrated on March 19th to the 22nd, where day and night are equally as long. Because of this, the spring equinox celebrates with a strong emphasis on balance, such as life and death, or dark and light. It is also a time of fertility and equality. It is a good time to honour Persephone for the cycle of the seasons.

Colours: Pastels, gold, green, yellow, pink, purple.

Deities: Pan, Adonis, Aphtodite, Persephone, Athena, Hera, Demeter, Gaia.

Decorations: Coloured eggs, twigs, bunnies, clovers, flowers, seeds.

Animals: Butterflies, chicks, hares, lambs, rabbits, robins.

Crystals: Amethyst, aquamarine, bloodstone, clear quartz, green moss agate, jasper, moonstone, rose quartz.

Plants: Clover, cedar wood, daffodil, jasmine, lemon, lime, honeysuckle, lilac, mint, tulips.

Any other correspondences that relate to balance, Spring, and fertility may be used.

How to Celebrate

- Fertilize the soil with eggshells to symbolize protection of the crops in the coming season.

- Collect Spring flowers.

- Burn green, pastel, or white candles.

- Burn a pair of black and white candles to symbolize balance.

- Leave things like flowers or sugar water for bees and butterflies.

- Begin to cultivate seeds indoors, in preparation for planting outside.

- "Spring clean", including the cleansing of energy.

Festival of Life

The Festival of Life is celebrated from April 30th to May 1st. It is a time of fertility, love, and pure joy. It is the Spring festival where nature is alive.

Colours: Green, blue, yellow, purple, red, any bright spring colours.

Deities: Aphrodite, Artemis, Hera, Pan.

Decorations: Flowers, acorns, antlers, flower crowns, sticks, seeds, wreathes, ribbons, candles.

Animals: Bees, cats, cattle, doves, frogs, goats, leopards, lynx, rabbit, swallow, swan.

Crystals: Beryl, emerald, garnet, malachite, rose quartz, tourmaline.

Plants: Thistle, broom, coriander, jasmine, rose, vanilla, dandelion, fern, peach, fireweed, nettle, primrose, rue, tulips, violet.

Any other correspondences that relate to fertility, love, life, and joy may be used.

How to Celebrate

- Go for a nature walk.

- Have a bonfire and dance around its flames; rejoice.

- Make a bouquet.

- Go for a picnic.

- Do colourful makeup.

- In short, do anything that brings you joy and will create wonderful memories to remind you of all the wonderful things in life.

Summer Solstice

The Summer Solstice is celebrated on June 21st where the Sun is at its highest power, meaning an abundance of life, growth, and energy. The Summer Solstice marks the point in which the Sun's power will fade, reminding us nothing last forever. It is also a time of appreciation for the Sun's power and energy, thanking the Sun for the abundance that Spring has brought, and knowing the Sun's power will return again next year. It is a good time to honour Persephone for the cycle of the seasons.

Colours: Blue, green, gold, red, orange, white, yellow.

Deities: Artemis, Athena, Eos, Apollo, Helios, Hera.

Decorations: Flowers (especially roses or sunflowers), herbs, fruits, vegetables - anything to symbolize the growth that the Sun has brought; mirrors, seashells, symbols of the sun.

Animals: Bee, butterfly, cattle, horses, sea creatures, snake, wren.

Crystals: Amber, carnelian, citrine, diamond, jade, lapis lazuli, tiger's eye.

Plants: Basil, cedar, clove, chamomile, lavender, lemon, daisy, mint, pine, rose, sage, sunflower, elder, oak.

Any other correspondences that relate to abundance, growth, energy, and the Sun mat be used.

How to Celebrate

- Make suncatchers.

- Try fire divination or mirror scrying.

- Collect herbs and flowers.

- Bake using home-grown ingredients to appreciate the Sun's assistance in their growth and abundance.

- Paint Sunsets

- Enjoy the sun’s warmth

- Lemon lavender incense

"I light this incense for the citrus and lavender that correspond to the summer solstice."

- The Feminine seasonal solstice candle - a candle that represents the divine feminine

"I light this incense to honour the divine feminine that dwells within the summer solstice."

- Abundance seasonal solstice candle – a candle that represents abundance

"I light this candle to honour the abundance of life, growth, and energy that the sun has brought within this summer solstice, and I thank the sun for its power."

- Three red candles

'I light these candles for the colour red that corresponds to the summer solstice.'

- Wear an essential oil diffuser necklace with lavender oil and yellow felt.

'I wear this necklace with lavender essential oil for the lavender that corresponds to the summer solstice and the colour yellow to represent the sun.'

- Make tea with lavender and thyme from my garden.

"I thank the sun for its power and aid in helping me grow the herbs in which I enjoy today."

- Watched the sunset, acknowledging that the sun's power fades as it sets, and it will continue to fade for the rest of the year, but its power will return once again next year – that's the cycle of the sun and the seasons.

Festival of The Harvest

The Festival of the Harvest is celebrated from July 31st to August 1st. It is a time to give thanks for the first corn and grain of the season, and to enjoy the fresh harvest. It is a time to thank Gaia and Demeter for their efforts this growing season in order to enjoy the plentiful harvest. It is also a time to face our fears and improve ourselves as winter is approaching, so we must get used to the darker parts of ourselves.

Colours: Bronze, green, gold, light brown, orange, yellow.

Deities: Demeter, Gaia.

Decorations: Bread, corn, grain, harvested fruits and vegetables, berries, scythe, cornucopia, gourds.

Animals: Calves, crows, pigs, roosters, salmon, sheep.

Crystals: Citrine, golden topaz, moss agate, obsidian, peridot, tiger's eye.

Plants: Basil, apple, clover, heather, ivy, marigold, poppy, rosemary, yarrow.

Any other correspondences relating to the Harvest, self-improvement, and giving thanks may be used.

How to Celebrate

- Harvest anything in your garden.

- Cook with food from your garden.

- Make bracelets and garlands out of berries.

- Bake breads.

- Practice shadow work and self-care.

Autumn Equinox

The Autumn Equinox is celebrated September 21st through 23rd where day and night are once again balanced. It is a time to honour the change of season. It is also the last harvest. It is a time to admire nature and show gratitude for nature's beauty. You can honour Gaia at this time, and her abilities to produce such lovely fall colours. It is a good time to honour Persephone for the cycle of the seasons.

Colours: Brown, green, gold, orange, red, yellow.

Deities: Demeter, Persephone, The Muses, Dionysus, Hermes.

Decorations: Garland, apples, corn, squash, pomegranates, pumpkins, autumn leaves, nuts, seeds, cornucopia, animal totems.

Animals: Blackbirds, eagle, owl, salmon, stag, wild goose, wolf.

Crystals: Amber, citrine, cat's eye, lapis lazuli, sapphire, yellow agate.

Plants: Cinnamon, chamomile, marigold, oak leaves, rue, sage, thistle.

Any other correspondences that relate to Autumn, gratitude for nature, the final harvest, and balance may be used.

How to Celebrate

- Admire the changing colours of nature.

- Collect leaves, pinecones, and acorns.

- Harvest seasonal fruits and vegetables.

- Make crafts out of fall leaves, acorns, dried corn, and other fall items of nature.

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elliewiltarwyn · 3 days

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Mia Longhart

tagged by @ubejamjar, thank you! I did one for Ellie already, so I figured I might as well take the opportunity to /showleft Mia a little...

B A S I C S

Name: Mia Longhart, formerly Maia jen Asina. Adopted the name when she arrived in Eorzea to hide her Garlean origins with the surname being adopted from a Chinese Yanxian word for dragon. Nicknames: Not exactly a nickname, but for near the entirety of their early careers in the Scions, she gets along so poorly with Elilgeim that the latter only refers to her as Longhart even when explicitly requested otherwise, only letting up after Livia's raid on the Waking Sands. Otherwise, very difficult to make any nicknames for such a short name, but her partners come up with Mimi eventually. Age: 22 at the beginning of ARR, headcanoning that it's 4 years to the end of 6.0 and then another year for the patches, which would make her 27 now Nameday: Fourteenth Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon (August 14th) (which, as far as I can tell, was the Friday after patch 5.3 dropped: I originally made her to see what the revised ARR quests were like and then Oops New Main Character in my Lore) Race: Highlander Hyur, Garlean specifically Gender: Female Orientation: Demi-bisexual, does not figure this out until she starts developing crushes on Lyse and Ellie and has no idea what that means Profession: Pre-ARR, gladiator of the bloodsands. Eventually Scion of the Seventh Dawn, then one of the three Warriors of Light. Post-6.0, she helps coordinate aid and reconstruction efforts for Garlemald alongside the Ilsabard contingent and the twins.

P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Cobalt blue, usually tied into a ponytail or braided around her crown, always combed as smooth and straight as possible. Eyes: Emerald green Skin: Olive Tattoos/Scars: as many as is typical for the Warrior of Light. In addition, the one on her cheek is dealt by Zenos at Rhalgr's Reach. When battling Zodiark, she overextends herself using Passage of Arms against his ultimate attack and gets her left arm horribly burned; she's healed quickly afterwards thanks to Y'shtola and Ellie's healing magicks and the Loporrits' aid, but it leaves behind permanent burn scarring along her left arm and it becomes too sensitive/uncomfortable for her to wield shields anymore, so she drops them.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Aulus mal Asina, praefectus medicorum and secret magitek research & development engineer, and Carmilla lux Asina, primus medicus. It's their legacy in particular she's spurning when she leaves Garlemald. yes canonically Aulus died at 36 so he can't exactly be the father of a 24-year-old but shush. he's older in my canon. i can do that. Siblings: None directly; however, she grew up next to Jullus pyr Norbanus and his siblings, and spent enough time with them to have considered them her younger siblings. Grandparents: None notable, just proud Garlean citizens. In-laws and Other: In the long period between 6.0 and 6.1, gets married to Ellie and Lily; with the sole exception of Ellie's mother (and even then very distantly, as Ellie herself is still processing how she feels about her), none of their family members are close enough (or... too dead) to count. Pets: Fat cat and possibly Rudy the Starlight yeti, as with Ellie. She has a tendency to semi-adopt stray cats as well -- not actually take them home, but at least check in on and feed them whenever she can.

S K I L L S

Abilities: Diplomacy: Next to Minfilia and Alphinaud, she is probably the most skilled at politicking, and has a keen sense for what everyone in the room wants and how to extract what she or her allies need from the people across the table. First Aid: The jen in her old Garlean name refers to the training she received from a yearlong course to become certified as a medicus; with a kit, she would be able to act as the Eorzean equivalent of an EMT rapid responder. Free Paladin: the whole gladiator and paladin storyline is canon for her, and she's not very happy about it :V Though as a Garlean she can't manipulate aether, she uses a combination of magitek equipment and experimental implants from the Ironworks to help create reasonable facsimiles of paladin abilities and magic. However, after the events of Shadowbringers and what Emet-Selch does to her regarding the pieces of her soul... she becomes capable of a little more rudimentary control over her aether, by dint of her own soul-merging, much like Ellie does with Ardbert... Voidbound Reaper: after the events of 6.0, Ellie gives up the reaper arts, but is unable to properly sever her pact, and eventually her former avatar comes knocking. Mia, finally accepting that there are parts of Garlemald's history that aren't tainted by the touch of Ascians, steps in with her Garlean physiology and intimate knowledge of the avatar's former partner to form a new pact. Despite having been the platonic ideal of paladin all the way through saving the universe, she's going into Dawntrail with the scary-looking lost arts of her people instead.

Hobbies: Reading fiction, usually adventure or thrillers. Can play the violin and piano at a beginner-to-intermediate level. Decently skilled at leatherwork and botany, and begins to get into gardening once she has a home (and a private island lol) of her own.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Of the three Warriors of Light and even among all the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, she has the strongest moral compass and sense of right and wrong, which makes her capable of being a stabilizing or grounding force when her comrades begin having doubts about their missions, the one who's most certain that the path she's taking is the one that's just. (Encountering Emet-Selch and learning about the Ascians' truth kneecaps this severely.) Most Negative Trait: She wears her heart on her sleeve, which means as good as she is at reading people she is just as easy to read - and emotionally manipulate or derail, crippling her with doubt and anxieties.

L I K E S

Colors: The navy blue of her armor, the gold of its trim, the green of the jewelry she likes to wear but is self-conscious about, the deep red of Ellie's hair Smells: Freshly-brewed tea, lavender soaps (her preferred I've-just-spent-several-days-in-armor-and-need-to-smell-like-anything-else go-to), the crisp air of autumn Textures: the bound covers of a new hardcover book, the soft cotton of the freshly-laundered clothes she prefers to steel armor, the crunch of autumn leaves, the sensation of grass brushing against bare feet Drinks: Teas ranging from spicy chai to citrusy bergamot, coffee with cream, the occasional red wine

OTHER DETAILS

Smokes: No, she is embarrassingly straight-edged and slightly self-conscious about it. Drinks: As noted above, the occasional red wine, usually an easy merlot, or champagne at important functions. Her tolerance isn't the best and she knows it, so she keeps herself well-moderated and only lets herself get fully sloshed among those she trusts most (so Ellie and Lily). Drugs: Again, nope, feels embarrassingly straight-edged about it but is not judgmental about friends who choose to recreationally. Mount Issuance: Named her company-issued chocobo Pom, after pomegranates, for some reason she couldn't fathom at the time. (it's persephone reasons. i'm not being subtle.) Surprisingly finds herself kind of a fan of the Ironworks' single-pilot flight machines like manacutters and the Falcon -- and of the three Warriors of Light, she's the one entrusted with the Regalia Type-G, as the experimental vehicle needs to be handled with a great deal of care and she's known as the most responsible. Been Arrested: Nearly -- when her father discovered the correspondence she was keeping with someone from Ala Mhigo, he "granted" her the chance to leave and never return before he summoned the lictors. When she came to Eorzea, she was so paranoid about being discovered that she acted the picture of morality -- and indeed was frequently the one posting bail for some of the more unscrupulous members of the Gladiators' Guild.

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more people to tag uhhhh i'm having difficulties remembering who's done this yet, so sorry in advance, if you have done this already or just don't feel like it then consider this a boop: @sasslett @bnuuywol @sylaurin @mythandral @vasheden, and as always, you if you're interested!

#tag games #wol questions #sorta lol #hyur highlander #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #oc loreposting

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alexanderlightweight · 11 months

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Lumine you don‘t understand, I have a burning need now for dragon Alec and cat Magnus. What happens next ?!?

no it's okay, i totally get it. i do this to myself all the time too!

here we go and i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

Alec wakes up feeling hazy and content and blissfully warm with points of delicious contact all against him. It isn’t into he’s wriggled closer to his nest and hears and feels a deep, rich chuckle that Alec realizes he doesn’t recognize where he is.

Experience tells him to be wary but for once, his instincts are telling him there is nothing wrong and Alec isn’t sure which one to listen to. For a moment he considers that he’s been drugged or poisoned until he reaches out with his senses and realizes that the person, he’s on — because he’s on a person — has the same delicious magick that keeps Alec coming back for more.

While he could simply transform larger and obliterate his captor and everything around them, something tells him to wait.

When he finally opens his eyes, it’s to give off a warning hiss — because as nice as it feels Alec is not the kind of dragon you can just pet — until he blinks open his eyes to look up into two amber gold eyes. They’re more beautiful than even the most priceless of Alec’s gold gems and he can’t help the thrilled chirp he lets up or the way he leans further into the touches.

Apparently, he isn’t going to mind being petted.

Not when a gorgeous warlock who has divine magick and eyes brighter than the most perfect of golden moons is gently running his fingers over Alec’s scales.

—

Magnus expected more of a struggle, he really did. He expected to have to bribe and cajole and at first, his little dragon does seem like he’s going to try and fight. At least until he opens his eyes and then he turns into a scaled kitten, practically melting into Magnus’ palms and staring up at Magnus with undisguised delight.

There’s a chirp like gems clinking together and Magnus almost is swayed and then he steels himself and bites back a coo because he can be charmed later.

“Now darling, don’t try that with me.” Large eyes widen as spines shift and flatten and another small, endearing trill is made. “I’d rather like to talk to my little thief, and I know you can shift.”

It seems that neither of them is quite thinking clearly and when Magnus’ dragon shifts, he does so wherever he is.

Which means that Magnus ends up with six feet of muscle in his lap and a jawline he wants to bite in his palms.

“Oh, hello there.” Magnus breathes out, delighted beyond anything else he can express at the treasure he’s now holding. “Sweetheart, you can’t break into my lair and not even introduce yourself, it’s a bit rude.”

“Alec—” is all he’s given but he doesn’t take it personally when Alec is rubbing his cheeks into Magnus’ palms and eyeing the gemstone of Magnus’ ring with sleepy greed.

“Alexander?” Magnus tries and it earns him a surprised but pleased fluttering of eyelashes and a deep, rumbling hum and Magnus croons in return, pulsing magic through his fingertips in reward. “I’m Magnus Bane, Alexander.”

His name means nothing to his boy, not when Alexander is more focused on settling more comfortably into Magnus’ lap with apparently no intention of going anywhere now that he’s been welcomed. Alexander hums and says nothing beyond that, a deep bliss exuding from him.

—

Alec wakes up with a vicious clarity that has him more embarrassed than he’s ever been. He’s eaten people and then raided their fortresses with less shame, and he knows the only reason he’s upset because he’s never met someone like Magnus before.

Alec is pretty sure he’s left a terrible impression and while he normally doesn’t care about things like that, Magnus is being incredibly forgiving already.

At least, that’s Alec’s mental struggle for all of the five seconds he’s awake before he becomes aware that Magnus is resting next to him. There are even more precious metals and gemstones singing with magick on his hands now and Alec whimpers, because how is he supposed to be polite and hold back when faced with temptation like this?

Alec has never understood the siren call of a particular lure before, but he does now, and he knows he’s going to have to find a way to endear himself to Magnus. There is always the possibility of fighting Magnus with force, but Alec doesn’t want to hurt him, and he likes how Magnus treats him. Which means he can’t just take Magnus; he has to figure out a way to wriggle his way into Magnus’ life and garden.

Or at least be allowed for frequent visits because Alec will relocate his hoard if he has to.

“Now where are your thoughts this morning?” Magnus asks him and Alec knows he’s human, but he can’t help the chirp that comes from his throat because all he wants is to be wrapped up in Magnus’ warmth and magick. He rolls into Magnus’ body slowly, because he’s taken enough liberties, and a warm arm is wound around his waist, and he’s pulled closer.

Magnus’ scent is rich and enticing and earthy, and Alec buries his face close as he just breathes in and out.

Alec isn’t really sure what about him Magnus likes so much, but he’s going to figure it out.

After all, if Magnus thinks it’s his own idea, then he hopefully won’t notice Alec slowly building a hoard around him.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #the taste of his magic

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spoonmagister · 2 days

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The Tall Tales of Umbra

It was clearly a very drunk Orc.

The unfortunate creature was unable to even remember his own name. I briefly sympathized with him, as I also have great difficulty differentiating between the various guttural sounds that Orcs choose in place of a name. But while most Orcs seem content enough to upend tankards of alcohol or endlessly hammer steel and anvils, this one seemed to struggle to support the weight of his own equipment and did not appear to understand how, when, or where he was.

I had been operating out of Suran for the past three days, gathering intelligence in my attempts to root out agents of House Hlaalu. Aside from the copious amount of Cat drugs and mysterious gyrations found within the House of Earthly Delights, I found very little of note. There was talk, however, of an insane and dangerous individual lurking in the hills outside the town. What I found instead was an Orc who instructed me to call him Umbra, after the sword he lazily carried with its point dragging in the dirt. The blade appeared to have traced a meandering and circular path.

The orc spoke as though he were reading lines from a script.

“I have traveled from one end of the land to the other. I have the blood of man and mer uncountable on my hands. I have seen the atrocities of war and the hideous excess of peace. There is nothing left for me in this world.”

“I have also traveled this land, though there is nothing truly in this world for anyone,” I replied. “It is but a figment of a collective imagination which I intend to shatter.”

Umbra slowly rocked backwards, as though he had been hit by a gentle wave. He did not appear to process my words, but rather seemed to be struggling against some sort of internal force. He adjusted his sword grip and clumsily planted it into the ground.

The orc continued on.

“…I have seen the wholesale slaughter of men, women, entire races of people. Here I still… stand.”

As he concluded his delusions, he gestured with his free hand at the dirt beneath him.

“Here? Right here?” I glanced back towards the town of Suran which, to my knowledge, still stood relatively unscathed. Nearly everyone I had met here has shared the mistaken belief that their actions within the Reality Hallucination are of any consequence. This particular orc seemed to be living a vice-fueled fantasy in which he remained undefeated in combat, and sought a way to end his cycle of self-proclaimed victories.

“The only things you have seen here are ash and the occasional cliff-racer. From where have you come? Why do you wander these hills like some sort of bewitched Nord?”

“I…I…have no more to do in this life.” Umbra began to struggle with his words. “All that is left for me is my own death. I have found no one that can best me in combat. Are you the one who can, altmer?”

As inebriated as this orc was, it did not surprise me he was unable to find anyone capable of dispatching him, as the only candidates for such a contest were sugar-addled Earthly Delights patrons, or the aforementioned wandering cliff-racer. Even a well-armed drunkard may find great difficulty in piercing his admittedly impressive armor.

“I have virtually no doubt of my capabilities to defeat you,” I posited from behind several magick barriers and protections. “But I have a great many doubts regarding the authenticity of your exploits. It seems to me that this province would have been reduced to an even greater smoldering ruin should even a fraction of what you have told me been the truth.”

Umbra was now fully leaning on his sword and gestured once again to the barren and empty hills around him. “You…you come into my house, into my domain, with such foolish disrespect? These hills are littered with the countless bones of challengers. The very grass hesitates to grow in my presence. The blight follows in my footsteps. The…Matze ceases to flow. The elves…the elves…remain hidden from sight…and you come to face me with robes and…and spoons?”

“I am merely investigating a supposed threat, and instead have found yet another destitute and confused orc.”

“Come then,” he suddenly shouted. “Lift me from these shackles of life! Become the new wielder of Umbra!” He took a step towards me as the sword, still planted in the ground, blocked his path and tangled beneath his feet. He tumbled towards me with a cry of war, and perhaps also surprise.

***

Days later, I entered the dingy and dilapidated House of Destitute Orcs and Trade Emporium within Caldera. This was to be my last attempt to uncover the origins of Umbra, having already visited countless daedric shrines, taverns, and armories throughout the island. Despite my magick-assisted questioning, the orcs here seemed incapable of confirming or denying the existence of such an individual, though the empty bottles and bones which littered the floor of the manor did not inspire confidence that this was a reliable source of information. In fact, it was entirely believable that any of these orcs could have passed for Umbra, had they only donned the appropriate armor.

I spoke briefly with the curious yet financially-reliable scamp who lived among the filth and orcs.

“Ah! Umbra! I know this! The sword is choosy when it comes to new owners! I heard it was cursed by a witch! It normally remains hidden until it finds a new owner! Why do you ask?”

I retrieved the blade from the portal within my Bag of Holding and telekinetically placed it onto the pile of other priceless and apparently legendary artifacts I had come across in my travels.

“It isn’t that choosy.”

#fiction #gaming #humor #morrowind #umbra #elder scrolls #house telvanni #orcs #spoonmagister

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