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oraclekleo · 9 months

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[Pick-A-Pile]Messages for you from the cards

Hello and welcome to a short PAC of mine.

This time I’m not asking the cards about anything in particular. I allow them to deliver the kind of message they feel like you should know now.

If you struggle picking a pile, it might be that none of the messages are supposed to reach you at this moment. If you come back in a month, maybe you pick the pile instantly because then it’s gonna be the time for you to receive the message.

If in general you struggle picking piles, it might be that as well. Sometimes you are not supposed to pick one because the message is not meant for you. Keep that in mind.

Disclaimer:

All my tarot readings are for entertainment purposes only

This is a general timeless reading - take what resonates

May include mature, NSFW, 18+ or triggering content

Minors should not engage with my blog

Tarot is self-development tool (yes, even future spouse readings are self-development tools), it’s not a life manual

Whatever the cards say, you always have a freedom of choice

Never base important life decisions in solely tarot readings

Maintain moderate consumption of tarot readings, it’s like any other addiction, it becomes unhealthy when it’s too much

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Messages for You from the Cards

Pile 01

Cards: 2 of Cups, 10 of Swords, Ace of Coins (Tarot of Tales), 38. The Milk of the Mother Flows, 42. She is Moonlight-Shy (The Solitary Witch Oracle), Star Anise (The Herbal Tea Magic for the Modern Witch Oracle)

There’s an end of discussion leading to important decisions - it’s time to stop analysing and debating and it’s time to start working on your goals.

Relationships are nurturing and lovely, you are rewarded with the same amount of care you have put into them.

Follow your intuition but keep your eyes open - you might have a tendency to romanticise what’s actually not that good in the merciless light of reality.

Someone in your life might present themselves well but they are actually toxic for you. It’s time to show them the door.

Your manifestations are likely to come to fruition now. Whatever you have wished and manifested for will finally materialise in your world.

Meeting your soulmate or just someone very dear to you is suggested.

Now is the time to embrace your personal magick powers. The time of waiting is over, be the best version of yourself now. Devote to your craft.

Your energy is at its peak and flowing easily, your actions now will influence your future many years ahead.

It's a time of good fortune for you - you might want to play the lottery.

Pile 02

Cards: 10 of Wands, 10 of Cups, Ace of Wands (The Light Seer’s Tarot), Cheetah, Lion (The Wild Unknown Animal Spirit Oracle), Purification (Sacred Destiny Oracle)

It’s time to de-clutter, purify, clean and cleanse, sort and make space for what’s about to come. New vibrant energy can’t enter your life when it’s clogged with old, stagnant and blocking energy. Clean yourself and space around you. Eat lightly and get rid of things you don’t love anymore.

Time of abundance is ahead of you, especially if you read this in the summer season. Abundance of what you desire will come to you like a summer storm - swiftly and showering down.

Don’t waste your energy and resources. Observe and be smart with your decisions. There are battles worth fighting but there are also those you should avoid. Learn to recognize them.

Your potential and energy are endless but you need a purpose and motivation to use them well. If you are lacking any of these, take a moment to think about your ‘why’.

Your creativity is radiating and burning, you might experience an increase when it comes to brilliant ideas now.

Everything is connected. Use your intellect and imagination to see how people and situations interact. You might feel an urge to start writing a story or poem.

Finally some happiness arrived at your home’s door. You might feel blessed in the circle of your close relatives or friends, maybe celebration is at hand.

If your project or relationship becomes a tedious and tiring one, don’t lose hope and keep going. You are just about to release the burdens and reach fruition of your labour.

It might be about time for you to do something for your community. In relation to the above, you might feel called to release some content for your social media followers, or you might want to donate your old clothes to charity, or maybe you simply bake a cake for your grandma for her birthday.

Pile 03

Cards: V The Hierophant, Knight of Swords, XI Justice (The Slavic Legends Tarot), L The Ram and Dahlia, XII The Lizard and Pitcher Plant (Woodland Wardens Oracle), Hazel (The Wisdom of Trees Oracle)

Set your mental and emotional boundaries, especially when dealing with people. Some dramas have nothing to do with you, don’t waste your energy on them.

If you feel stuck or stagnant, remember the lizard's ability to let go of their tails to escape from predators. Maybe it’s time for you to drop something in order to move forward.

You are determined and focused on your goals and if you maintain like that, you can achieve whatever you want. Be headstrong and gracious at the same time and no obstacle stands a chance against you.

It’s time to establish a little more balance in your life. Which aspects take most of your attention and which ones you neglect recently?

If you are dealing with people and their dramas, remain impartial and unbiased. If you lean to any side, it will only bring more chaos to the situation. Keep a cool head.

Make meticulous plans but don’t get stuck in the planning phase. Once you are done debating, take courage and execute what you have drafted.

Ride the storm - while others hide from challenges, you should see an opportunity to shine against adversity. You have that personal power and charm to lead masses in times of crises.

You might feel the need to study, examine and evaluate rules, norms, laws or customs. Maybe you follow some traditions despite them being a burden to you. Maybe some laws are outdated and only promote injustice. It’s time to take in a bigger picture and work on improvements.

Your older friends or relatives possess wisdom. Come together at this time and learn some crucial information or skills from them. Is inflation giving a hit to your budget? Your elders might know some frugal tricks to help you. Maybe your sensitive skin doesn’t benefit from creams you buy and your grandma has some time proofed home remedy for that. Seek for long-term wisdom instead of quick hecks.

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purlty23 · 8 days

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blue! just saw your post abt religious rhetoric & the fandom. do you have any specific instances or "takes" you could give us that youve seen? i know for myself peronally i have very little knowledge on religion as a whole, and could always stand to learn something ♡

Hello crow!!! Always a joy to see you in my notifs<3 Tbh, I’m not an expert either! I’ve only very recently in the past few years gained a big appreciation for theology of all sorts. Ghost was a huge part of the motivation for it, too. Most of the reading I’ve done has been though online resources. Here’s my personal library of PDFs! You can find the Satanic Bible, Greater and Lesser Keys of Solomon, and loads more (plus some misc fiction) I would say the biggest thing that I see in fan interpretations of Ghost and Ministry lore is confusing Catholic virtues with Satanic ones. I’m going to disregard a lot of modern Satanism for the sake of the fantasy lore that Ghost has here, since a lot of modern Satanism isn’t actually even related to religious worship of Satan as a figure, but of the values he as a character has held throughout time. Modern Satanism, especially Laveyan Satanism, is more about worship of the self. Ghost is really interesting because it puts Satanism into the same state of popularity as Catholicism in its lore. Imagine if the Vatican was Satan themed instead. That big. However, some people tend to act as if that means it holds the same values or rules as Catholicism, which simply isn’t true. Ghost Satanism falls more into old classical Satanism (devil worship, summoning, magicks, etc etc), which means it likely does ascribe to the biblical story, same as Catholics do but on the opposite side. While Catholics repent and avoid sin, those who follow the religion in Ghost would STRIVE for sin, and encourage those kinds of actions in order to appease Satan and grow chaos, disorder, and ruin throughout humanity. Where Catholicism has made a name for itself through fear, shame, and the threat of exocommunication, the Ministry would likely value confidence, doing what it takes to reach your goals, and the uglier sides of human nature. Classical Satanism is a bloody affair, after all Of course, all of this can differ depending on how you see the plot of Ghost. Does the Ministry value these things, and if they do, do they act on it? Was Sister’s murder of the Papas in line with these values, and if not, are there newer ideas of what’s pious under Copia’s reign? It’s difficult to say, but one thing can be said for sure.

Ghouls would not abide by these values. By any values but their own, likely. Demons and the undead aren’t known for being particularly good at following rules TL;DR: When puritan culture and ways of thinking derived from shame, religiously motivated fear, and doing the ‘right’ thing are placed onto these characters it doesn’t really make sense. It’s important to ask yourself where your thoughts are coming from, especially if you’ve been raised in a highly religious background. (In fact it’s important to ask yourself where ALL thoughts and opinions you have come from in order to fight bias, societal constructs, and ESPECIALLY prejudices against others and against even yourself)

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neworleansvoudou · 3 months

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Marie Laveau was one of the wisest women that ever lived. She was gifted with a power from on high that very few people are gifted with. She could look at you without ever having seen you before and tell you where you were born, what hour you were born and the time, and also the condition of the weather if you wanted to know that. She was, in a way, to me another Solomon, sent from the Almighty God above to come down here and help his people. I also picture her as a John De Baptist who comes to teach right and righteousness. This woman that I am telling you about prayed not three times a day as Daniel did but prayed every hour in the day that our Heavenly Father sent. I picture her as one chosen by God’s own hand. She was not selfish, but waited on the Black as well as the White, and the rich as well as the poor. Doing all the good stuff she could. And never doing any harm to anybody. ~Old Man George Nelson, 1936

Marie Laveau possesses an enduring magick as the preeminent witch queen, Voodoo Queen, and heavenly Saint in New Orleans. Her style of Voodoo encapsulates all the mystery, glamour, and power every witch, folk magic practitioner, and Vodouisant longs for. And let’s face it, witches love pretty things - shiny black mirrors and crystals and stones, beautiful tarot cards, and gold embossed velvet bags in which to keep them. We love the smell of incense, flowers, and perfumes as much as the aroma of a healing chicken soup on the kitchen stove. Living a tradition that is, in its very essence, natural, harmonious, and exquisitely beautiful, we see the allure in what others may deem profane. In The Marie Laveau Voodoo Grimoire, I continue where The Magic of Marie Laveau left off. This book is a working grimoire geared towards the modern witch and conjure worker that provides spells, advice, formulas, and recipes for solving the problems of daily living and enhancing quality of life in the most magickal of ways.

Available direct from the author here: The Marie Laveau Voodoo Grimoire (creolemoon.com)

If you would like a signed copy, just make a request upon checkout and I will be happy to sign a copy for you.

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gettingfrilly · 2 months

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Out Chapter 3

Hello! Here is chapter 3 of this fic! Beta'd by @fish-bowl-2! Read it here or on ao3! (the format of this chapter looks better on ao3)

The stage is set... next chapter... EVENTS can occur... >:)

Like Ed Soldiers

My story takes place in the ancient Kingdom of Penumbra, a land teetering between the blessing of the sun’s light and the dark abyss of earth’s many evils. It was thought of as only a myth until I was discovered by scientists of the modern age. My discovery proved once and for all the existence of this kingdom powered by the elements of magicks. My body, broken down and long left without the mana that once fueled me, could offer little in the way of information about the history of the once great kingdom. What my shell did provide was an answer to the question scientists had been hoping to discover for centuries: is the manatech of old a possibility, or just a far flung fairy tale? Now armed with a crucial key to the puzzle, they begin to repair my antiquated body with plans to delve through my memory banks and see just what happened in the distant past. Did monsters truly roam the land? Were there still living Gods among us? Did sorceresses and black devils actually doom our land to permanent darkness? Finally, these questions could be answered.

“Ed.”

My memories start the first time I am activated. “State your name and purpose.” Mumbles the skeptical royal technician, distrusting the effectiveness of an android not made by his own hands. I take my first step forward and hear my own voice for the first time.

“Ed.”

“I am unit G V V 3 N. My purpose is the protection of Princess Penelope.” I turn to face the princess and take my first glance at my reason for living. “If it pleases the Princess, she may call me Gwen.” I close my fist over the center of my chest and click my heels together, the salute of The Penumbra Kingdom already programmed into me. “I will protect you with my life.”

“Edward.”

The princess crosses her arms at me, the distrust in her eyes even more apparent than the technician’s. “Great. A new babysitter.”

“Edward Horace Sempill!”

Ed’s head jerks up away from his notebook, pencil stilling at the end of the incomplete line of his doodle. He had been stuck on this one for a while, eyes straining as he erased, redrew, and erased the features of the princess’s face again and again, trying to get everything just right. After a moment of staring blankly in the direction of the front of the classroom, he rises to his feet, jostling his desk in the process and causing his pens and pencils to drop and scatter along the tiled classroom floor.

“Yes Sergeant Captain Major Colonel Lieutenant Ma'am Sir!” He shouts as he flings his palm up to his forehead, smacking himself audibly. He’s been yelled at for forgetting someone’s title far too many times, so now he just just says all of them to cover his bases.

The teacher up by the chalkboard sighs while surrounding students snicker behind their hands. “Sit down, Ed. And Ma’am is fine.”

‘Oh good, I’m in Miss Bouvette’s class. She’s a nice lady,’ he thinks in relief while sitting back down with a wide grin on his face.

The entire class falls silent, everyone turning to look at Ed’s tall frame. He glances between the different sets of eyes aimed at him, his smile falling as confusion fogs up his brain.

“... Ed?”

“Huh?” He looks back at Miss Bouvette.

“It’s your turn, Ed. Read the next passage.”

“Oh. Right.” He moves his notebook under his book, looking down at the page to find where the previous classmate left off. Wait, what page are they even on? Dread lays heavy in his sinking gut, forehead breaking out with sweat at the looming threat of his teacher realizing he hasn’t been following along. He tries to look at his neighbor’s page, but he covers the page number with his hand while giving Ed a not so friendly smile. With a sullen pout, he looks back to his own book, chewing dead skin off of his lips as he tries and fails to come up with a solution.

“Chapter three, Ed. Paragraph ten.” Comes Miss Bouvette’s patient voice.

“Oh. Right.” Ed repeats, slowly flipping to the correct page before carefully counting the paragraphs. “Cuhm ill oovrate la bowhch…”

“Next paragraph.”

“Oh. Uh… Voikee. Jeh mapple Jeen Valjeen. Jeh, ah, soos uhn galereen. Jay pace… dicks… uh, knee oof ans awoo bagnee.”

Laughter breaks out again, a little louder than before, distracting Ed and making him lose his spot. He worries at the inside of his cheek, scanning the page in an attempt to figure out where he was.

“That’s enough, Ed. Thank you. It’s your turn, Jack.” Miss Bouvette dismisses him from finishing and Ed sighs in relief. The shorter boy in front of him clears his throat and sits up straight, picking up from where Ed left off.

“Je suis libéré depuis quatre jours et en route pour Pontarlier qui est ma destination. Quatre…”

Ed sulks in his seat, sinking down until his eyeline meets the middle of Jack’s back. He tries to follow along with him, honest he does, but it’s not long before his thoughts start to drift. When he snaps back to, a new classmate is reading, and he’s completely lost where they are in the book. Defeated, he goes to pick up his pencil and continue drawing; except it’s not where he left it. His monobrow scrunches together as he searches for it, but no amount of patting his desk or glancing under his chair shows any sign of it. Defeated once more. There’s no finding something he's lost. He turns to biting his hang nails instead, his usual backup when he’s run out of ways to entertain himself. Fresh blood wells up from his sore and scab covered nail beds, the taste of iron familiar and soothing. He frees his finger of one particularly large flap of skin, chewing it between his teeth before swallowing it down. When he feels the burn of eyes on him, he turns to look at the guy sitting next to him. His face is twisted up as if he’s making a concentrated effort not to barf, meeting Ed’s eyes with a disapproving glare before mumbling to himself and looking away.

“Fucking gross, dude.”

Red hot shame burns straight to Ed’s core, and he stares down at his lap to avoid looking at anyone else. He pulls at his sleeves until his mangled fingers are hidden in his uniform, rubbing the rough fabric between his fingertips as the radiating embarrassment causes him to sweat more. He’s gonna end up with pit stains. He always does.

When the bell rings he waits for everyone else to be finished packing up and almost out the door before he starts putting his own things away into his ratty backpack. The clicking of heels approaches, and Ed packs up faster in response, hoping to avoid a lecture.

“Ed.”

Oh. Right. He’s in Miss Bouvette’s class. She doesn’t yell at him. Maybe ‘cuz she’s not military. He flashes her a cheerful smile as he slings his bag over his shoulder. “Afternoon, Miss Bouvette, Ma’am.”

She smiles back at him, leaving Ed mesmerized by how her red lipstick glistens under the fluorescent lights of the classroom. “Good afternoon, Ed. How is your day going?”

“Goin’ alright. This is my last class of the day so now I get to go back to my room.” He smiles wider at the very thought of it. Thank golly gee it’s summer and today’s only a half day.

She smiles back, but not big and happy like Ed is. Her eyes actually look kinda sad. “Most of the students are going out to the field with their friends or doing homework in the library together. You won’t join them?”

“Can't join ‘em.” Ed answers honestly. He’s tried and failed too many times to get any of the guys to want to be pals with him.

“I see. I also see that our extra tutoring sessions don’t seem to be helping much.”

Ed winces and looks down at the floor, shoulders slouching in an attempt to make himself smaller. “Aw… I’m real sorry ‘bout that, Miss Bouvette, Ma’am. Learning a whole new language is hard.”

The feeling of her small hand and well manicured nails against his shoulder signals him to look back up, and he is rewarded for doing so with a sweet smile. “It is hard, Ed. And that’s not your fault.”

Her smile is an infectious disease, and Ed’s happy to have caught it. “Thanks for saying so.”

“I say it because it’s true. I just wish our school had more resources for students like you.”

“Ya mean the stupid ones?” Ed asks, then gives his teacher a worried look when red spreads across her face. Maybe she has a disease for real.

“I- no. I didn’t mean that. And anyone who told you you’re stupid is wrong, Ed.”

Ed has to take a moment to think on that, finger tapping his chin as he stares up at his brain.

“Hm… no, I think they’re right about that.” Ed finally answers with a proud grin, satisfied that he got the answer right.

Miss Bouvette just looks sad again. Must be diseased and not feeling well. Because of her disease.

“You have challenges, Ed. Challenges that other people don’t have to overcome. But I have full faith that you could with the right support.”

That’s gotta be his favorite thing about Miss Bouvette, even more than the not yelling; sometimes, she sounds just like Double D. He has to restrain himself from reaching out to hug her.

“Can we still do tutoring together?” He asks hopefully, hugging himself instead of her.

“Of course, Ed. My door’s always open.”

“Oh boy!” His self-restraint fails, arms flinging open and out towards his teacher. She knows him well, though, and is able to step back just in time to dodge the incoming hug, holding her hand out for a handshake instead. Ed takes her hand in both of his, gleefully and wildly wiggling her arm up and down as if he’s attempting to dislocate her shoulder.

“Okay, see ya later Miss Bouvette, Ma’am,” he calls out as he exits the classroom into the squeaky clean halls of the school. Lockers line the walls just as they would in any other high school, but the lack of decorated doors makes Ed feel like they all must be empty inside. Same old fluorescent lights, at least, the buzzing of which reminds him of the insidious insectoid ladies from that one comic where the mad scientist releases fly pheromones into the vents and causes slimy, translucent wings to sprout from the prom queen’s back while bone crunching noises herold the growth of four new arms, segmented black toothpicks coated in fine, oily hairs. Her eyes are the next to change, splitting and multiplying like the cells of new life, spreading across her face as she screams in terror, jaw stretching into fanged manables before she closes them around the prom king’s head, swallowing it crown and all. The rest of the female student body soon follows suit, morphing and screaming before biting off the heads of their own dates as they try to get away, slipping and falling on the blood-slicked dance floor, cries and shouts mingling with the blaring rockabilly music they had all been joyfully dancing to moments before. This is one mess old janitor Rusty will remember cleaning for the rest of his life, and the first time the chess club is glad to be without dates.

Ed is halted in his tracks as he trips over something and slams his face into the door to his dorm room, letting out a weak “ow,” as he slides down to the floor.

“What just happened?” he asks aloud, sitting up from the floor and rubbing the red mark on his forehead. He’s already at his dorm room somehow, so that’s good; if nothing else, at least his brain has a great autopilot mode. But he fell for some reason. Reason, reason, reason… raison. Season for raison reasons. For what reason did he fall? Finally, his newly bruised brain catches up with his eyes, processing the strewn mail under his legs that he slipped on.

“Mail!” He shouts excitedly, rocketing up to his feet and scooping it all into his arms before rushing inside his room. After dumping the mail on his neatly made, almost too small for him, bed, he sorts through it, grabbing everything addressed to his roommate and dumping it on the bed against the opposite wall. His boots get kicked off and shoved under the mattress as he hurriedly scrambles up onto it, grinning maniacally as he clutches his pink envelope, his overstuffed manilla envelope, and a thin cardboard box in his hands. Chuckling to himself in giddy anticipation, he tears into his first letter.

🝮

Lughead,

Jimmy says hi and he wants me to tell you the big news. We saw Aaron Carter LIVE on STAGE. It was so cool! It was hard to keep Jimmy hydrated and on his feet. I thought he’d definitely pass out, especially with how woozy he got once AC came onstage. Don’t worry, I kept him on his feet. He can't afford another concussion.

Dad didn’t feel like driving to Michigan, so he bought me and Jimmy airplane tickets! We flew over Canada. It was my first time on an airplane. Have you ever been on an airplane? Before I was born? Jimmy was really scared, but I wasn’t. He threw up like three times. Mom never would’ve let me on a plane without an adult if she was home. We’re all keeping this a secret, k? She’d go double crazy and have to stay at the hospital even longer. Speaking of mom, the doctors said she’s making good progress. They think she should be ready to come home by the end of summer.

I wish you were coming home too. Things have been too quiet around here without you. There’s stuff I wanna talk to you about that I don’t want to do through a letter. Stuff I don’t know how Dad would feel about. I know how mom would feel about it so no way I’m telling her. So stay outta trouble and keep your nose clean mister! That’s the only way you’re gonna get back home.

Miss you dummy,

Sarah

Dearest Ed,

Greetings and salutations! My, how the time flies. A whole year already since you departed from our carefree cul-de-sac. You’re halfway home, my durable friend. Every day passed is another grain of sand through the hourglass, bringing our reunion ever closer. The sooner the better; our quaint little neighborhood just isn’t the same without you and your incredulous imagination.

My lamentations aside, I hope you are doing well. I was delighted to hear in our last correspondence that you are receiving tutoring from your French teacher. Language has always been your strong suit when it comes to academics, what with your voracious reading habits. Speaking of which, did you enjoy the last Stephen King book I sent you? I know you’re particularly fond of short stories, and Nightmares and Dreamscapes is overflowing with your most beloved genre; horror. A harrowing assemblage to be sure! Please let me know, as I’d love to send you his most recently released collection, Everything’s Eventual. It’s similarly startling.

As per your letter, I am pleased to answer that I am doing well myself. Senior year is just around the corner, and I anticipate it being the most illuminating year thus far in my academic career. I dearly wish you were here too so we could experience it together. I’m sure Eddy feels similarly; classroom settings have become even more deliriously deranging for his psyche without you here to entertain him. We’re both counting the days until you’re able to return home. Stay safe, stay out of trouble, and focus on your school work, mister!

Sincerely,

Eddward

Hey Lumpy

Here are the comics you asked for. You better be enjoying these cuz they aint cheap. Theres some magazine clippings about those movies you wanted to see the reviews of too. Everythings boring and sucks as usual. All the shit thats fun to do with you is lame as hell without you and god knows mr stick up his ass cant manage any proper entertainment. Kevin and Rolf are ok to hang with but all they ever wanna do is drink beers in the lane or fish in the creek. I dunno how they can stand all the sitting around doing nothing. Speaking of sitting around doing nothing I still have the candy store job. Made enough money to finish paying dad back for the car and I have plenty saved up. When you get outta that shithole you and me are gonna live it up. First thing Im gonna do is take you wherever you wanna go in MY car. Then Im gonna buy us the best time money can buy. I’ll getcha drunk on gravy somehow. Theres gotta be some way to make boozy gravy that doesnt taste gross. Who knows though youd probably like the taste of vodka and gravy together. Or anything with gravy. Your sick like that. Anyway were both gonna be done with school forever and thats worth celebrating. I hope they aint changing you too much monobrow. Tell me youre still a wild animal. I need that energy back in my life. Miss you like a hernia big guy. Enough to almost make me wanna hug you and get a whiff of those stinky pits of yours. I might even shed a manly tear.

Come home already!

From Eddy

🝮

Sarah’s handwriting is neat and easy to get through, whereas Double D’s cursive and Eddy’s chicken scratch take a bit more time. It’s all worth it, though, and Ed lovingly hugs the letters to his chest when he’s done reading them. His best pals and baby sister love him and miss him! Who cares if he can’t make friends here? His heart is already so full with love and kittens and rainbows and bunnies just thinking about his fellas and baby sister back home. There’s no room left for new people in there anyway.

He spends the next couple of hours devouring the comic books Eddy sent as well as the first few short stories in his new book at his desk, a goofy grin plastered to his face long enough to make his cheeks hurt. As absorbed in his reading as he is, he doesn’t even notice the sky starting to darken outside the window between his and his roomie’s bed until his eyes start to hurt. Once he realizes why, he turns on the light that’s attached to the underhead of the top shelf of his school-issued wooden desk. That, and the school-issued bed and school-issued dresser are the only furniture items on his side of the room, not having come here originally with anything other than his backpack full of toiletries and school supplies. The only things he’s received since are gifts from Eddy and Double D, all small enough to fit in a mailbox: there’s Jim Jr., the tiny plastic cactus Double D sent that he keeps atop the top shelf of his desk, a row of novellas and short stories also sent from Double D packed tightly together next to Jim Jr., various comic books from Eddy stacked on the bottom shelf, newspaper and magazine clippings of things Ed likes tacked to the small cork board leaning against the wall behind his desk, and drawers stuffed full with a range of art supplies that Eddy and Double D sent together. His cluttered desk is the only splash of personality on his side of the room, school code demanding the walls be kept barren and the floors be kept clean.

Ed tries to go back to reading, but alas, he already looked away from his book, and now he has no idea where on the page he was. With a shrug, he puts the book away with the others and grabs Nightmares and Dreamscapes before pulling his reason for not yet writing to Double D about the book out of his top drawer; an unfinished comic book adaptation of ‘The Moving Finger’ starring Double D as the quiz show obsessed protagonist. Ed spreads the page he was last working on out in front of him, wanting to finish the comic and send it with his review of the book as a surprise. He smiles just thinking about Double D’s reaction. He’ll be so grossed out by the multi-jointed finger wiggling out of the sink drain in Ed’s perfect recreation of his bathroom. Happy to be back in the zone, he puts all his attention into inking the last lines of the page before moving on to sketch out the next one.

The thwap to the back of his buzzed head is sudden and unexpected.

“Ow.” He states neutrally before turning around to identify his assaulter. When he sees his roommate Ron, he forces a smile. He didn’t see or hear him come into the room.

“Oh, hiya roomie!”

“Why is there a boot print on my mail?” He asks without greeting, holding up a large envelope in front of Ed’s face. Ed squints at the dirty boot treads pattern, puzzled himself before smiling wide in delight that he actually remembers why and has an answer.

“‘Cuz I stepped on it.” He states proudly.

Ron sneers at him. “Why?”

Ed’s smile falters, but not completely. “Aw, it was just an accident, Ronnie.”

“Told ya not to call me that.” He huffs, taking his mail with him as he stomps out of the room. “And watch where you’re going, retard.”

That’s when his smile fully falls.

He remembers a time he wouldn’t have cared about that; a time when Eddy would threaten to wallop whoever threw that word at him while Double D would scold and scold and scold while wagging his finger until his whole face looked like a ripe tomato. Ed would just chuckle and shake his head. He already knows he’s stupid, so it’s not news to him. But that was back when he had his pals who knew him and accepted him as is. Back when some of the most popular kids in school were cul-de-sac buddies who expected his oddities and took them in stride. Back when people liked him. Back when he was home. Back when he wasn’t alone.

His face feels hot as he struggles to remember what he was doing, tummy twisting inside of him like a maggot ready to pupate. He was reading… no, he put that away. Drawing? Yeah. But this is a new page. What was he sketching? What part of the story was he at again? And what story was it?

His lower lip juts out in a pout when he gives up, putting everything away back in its place. The last thing he wants is to get scolded tomorrow morning during room inspections. Once his desk is tidy, he grabs his new book and trudges off to bed and cracks it open to flip to a story he hasn’t read yet. He can’t actually read it though, not really, eyes scanning and taking in the words without processing them as his mind races with thoughts about home and his friends.

‘Just one more year.’

#ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #gettingfrillywrites #cw ableism

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space-man2 · 4 months

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January Update

We look forward to a new year full of male-to-male body swaps, possessions, transformations, and other means of taking someone’s body for control! Despite a busy schedule, I am pleased to say that the last month of 2023 has been productive, with 26 shorts, stories, and chapter series. Stories on Discord now total 243 unique and compelling tales! As stated before, most of last month’s stories have a general theme based on the winning vote from my star subscribers. And it’s “Blessed/Cursed Gifts,” a story theme perfect for the holidays. Read these tales in the following shorts and stories.

✅ – SFW | 🔞 – NSFW | 🔒 – Subscriber Access

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🔒🔞 Give me Back my Body "Fucker! Give me back my body!" Stan shouted when he saw his stolen body showering in the public gym. He didn't want to hurt his body, but damn! Seeing that asshole jerking off with his stolen cock made Stan see nothing but red.

🔒🔞 Replica I couldn't contain my excitement as I unwrapped my gift — a bodysuit replica of my cousin, Lee.

🔒🔞 Torturing My Brother Wasn’t the Gift I wished to torture my brother better and to be the only son. It seemed like an impossible dream, but the crone said she could do just that.

🔒🔞 Android Virus Outbreak Reports are coming in that android companions around Korea have been installed with personality modifying virus that turns them into sex-crazed and rabid maniacs. Take refuge in your rooms and barricade your doors. And hope to the almighty that there's a Police officer that could help you.

🔒🔞 Holiday gift What better gift to his boyfriend than ropes, a gag, and his homophobic uncle?

🔒🔞 It’s the damn Bodysuit’s Fault My boyfriend doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore, and it’s that damn bodysuit’s fault!

🔒🔞 The VR Headset I received a VR headset that lets me play a game that's a little too realistic.

✅ Apologies for Missing the Holiday [Tranformation]

🔒🔞 The Enchanted Camera [Bodysuit]

Other Stories

🔒🔞 The Demon Inside part 2 Commissioned by Valagon37 When the slivers of libido faded in his last set of hosts, the incubi, Valagon Raug, uses his demonic magick and charms to seduce a new batch of hosts in the modern world. With the promise of fame, money, and boundless pleasures, Alex, Chase, William, and Jared were lured easily into Valagon's world.

🔒🔞 Chapter IV: Left Alone Val leaves Alex and Chase for a demons-only event, leaving Alex and Chase competing on who Val loves more.

🔒🔞 Chapter V: William While in the event, Valagon’s desires prey on the husk of his rival demon. He’d hit two birds with one stone by making that handsome hunk his and pissing off his long-time rival.

🔒🔞 Chapter VI: Jared Val’s old cult comes with fresh meat to satisfy their lord’s unbound desires.

🔒🔞 Chapter VII: The Four Husks The daily shenanigans between Valagon’s four husks.

🔒🔞 Prison Payback Prisons have their rules. This prison has them, but the most important was you don’t fuck with Jason and his crew. The new inmate would soon learn why this was so.

🔒🔞 The Fun Barely Started All I wanted was to play an old video game from my youth. I didn't expect to be transported into the game and played by a man with sick and perverted fantasies.

🔒🔞 Bro Stole My Body I’ve always been a piece of shit to my younger brother. I mean well. I wanted him to be a football player like our dad and uncles. But that interest in nerdy ass book clubs makes him the black sheep of this family. If only I knew the measures he would take after pushing him so hard, then I would have pushed him at all.

✅ If You Were a Little Smaller "I told you, didn't I? If you were a little smaller, there won't be a day without my cock inside your asshole." Rhys said while he was in my body.

✅ Why I Named my Pecs “Jacob & Josh” It irks me when people put names on their muscles. Still... I gave my pecs names. It may seem hypocritical, but I have a story to justify why I named them "Jacob & Josh."

Other Shorts

✅ Skinny Dipping [Possession]

🔞 The Eyes Aren’t the Window to the Soul [Possession]

🔒🔞 Still Not Used to this Cock [Body Swap]

🔒🔞 No Return [Body Swap]

🔒🔞 Never Slept Naked [Possession]

🔒🔞 Comparison [Possession]

🔒🔞 Toning it Down [Possession]

🔒🔞 Stressed Out [Body Swap]

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We’ll welcome the new year by ditching story themes in favor of story scenarios. Based on the votes from Star Subscribers, the winning scenario is “My Friend Will Pilot Your Body.” See the main character befriend an invasive entity who will possess someone they know, be it a relative, a friend, a rival, or anybody. If you want to partake in the theme for February, join my discord and become a Star Subscriber🌟!

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unnecessarybeltbuckles · 5 months

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Okay unnormal Quan Chi headcanons time:

[most of this stuff only applies to non-MK1 Quan Chi because of the complete change of his origin lol]

I've said this a couple of times and it's still one of my favorites: From the first timeline it's canon that Lucifer ruled the Netherrealm before Shinnok, and that Shinnok changed the Netherrealm's climate when he took over. So my hc is that Lucifer's Netherrealm was a place of suffocating dark and cold, and that's why Quan Chi looks that way, all pale and spooky and unique from the other demons. By the modern time he's one of the only ancient demons left in the Netherrealm.

It's crazy but I think that Quan Chi could be millions of years old. We know that Shinnok was defeated and imprisoned millions of years ago, but as far as I've ever found we don't know when exactly Quan Chi freed him and Shinnok took over. I like to think he's truly ancient, primordial even among all of these other immortal characters.

He has black blood. Black tongue, black mouth, black insides.

They've never done this but I think it'd be so cool if the symbols on his skin were actually scars, and my specific headcanon is that they're powerful elder god runes carved by Shinnok himself.

He uses illusionary magick to make his appearance more palatable. In his 'true' form he looks much more demonic, with sharp teeth and sharp claws and luminous red eyes without pupils. Whenever he loses control of himself, like becoming enraged, the magicks starts to slip and reveal his true form a little. [This of course makes a certain sorcerer go 👀]

#quan chi #headcanons

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rentenesen · 5 months

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Woven - Chapter 1

Gale x Astarion BG3 fanfiction

This is one my first times dabbling in fanfiction and my first time posting anything like this. Was inspired by the Profession Dekarios comics posted by @ssalballoon

Summary: Set in alternate universe, modern day, exploring a world where fae exist (non-dnd). Gale, once a very special child with the ability to see fae, is now a regular almost middle aged man, working as a professor. Bored by his life and unable to let go of the life he once had, Gale struggles with the guilt of how he got here. That is until a strange, pale man appears at his doorstep and Gale is once again pulled back into the world of magick, unaware of what dangers lay ahead.

Word Count: 1.7k This chapter is mostly just set up! Astarion does not appear but is mentioned briefly. I welcome any tips on posting/corrections for how I'm formatting things. Hope you enjoy! ______________________________________________________________

Many children dream of being something greater than they are. How could they not, growing up getting lost in movies and books of fantastical worlds; little boys and girls setting off on journeys through otherworldly realms, adventuring towards their calling, towards their destiny, the chosen ones. Gale Dekarios was that child.

Before he even knew what was happening or how to vocalize it Gale knew that magick was real and alive; even in the city where nature was sometimes rare. He remembered being maybe four years old walking down the street holding hands with his mother, the trees bending in their little cages along the sidewalk, facing forming and melting into the bark, whispers layered in the noise and bustle of the afternoon. Looking back he could see how someone not accustomed to such oddities might see it as twisted and nightmarish but children have no context for the world. To Gale this has always been the way of things. The faces in the trees were like little friends popping out to greet him. The people he would see on the street, impossibly tall, green skin, long fingers, eyes alight they were simply, strangers, out and about, going through their own mundane lives.

Sometimes he would point out these strange happenings to his mother with a giggle or or a question, asking her why that man had spikes down his back or laughing at the silly blue hair floating around the woman on the train, like a jelly fish. His mother would smile down at him, eyebrow raised, and tell him what a creative little boy he was; seldom answering his questions. Sometimes though she would and she would huddle close to him and they would talk about all the wonderful things Gale had seen that day. He now knows she was just playing along, encouraging his "stories" blind to the world around them that was so open and inviting to him.

He remembered his father was a bit less indulgent when Gale would speak of such things. Often eyeing him with a soft stoic look and letting out a little sigh in response. Gale wondered if his father thought of his child as simply being a little "out there" for his own tastes or if he was genuinely concerned. Had his parents ever talked about taking Gale to a doctor? Maybe they should have, but he's glad they never followed through if they did. Gale was not sure how we would have navigated trying to prove he wasn't loosing his mind, especially being the only one who could see what he could.. perhaps they would have convinced him it was all in his mind. How different his life might have turned out then. Either way, he quickly caught on as he got older and started going to school that something about him, about the way he saw the world, was not "normal" and he wised up and stopped talking about it.

He would still write about it though, late at night, exploring his theories, pouring over books in the school libraries feverishly, anything he could get his hands on to learn more about this strange world he seemed to be a part of in some way. He soon learned that the creatures he saw were called fae and he fell deeper and deeper into the study of them. And not just that. There was a time where he had been accepted by them. There was a time when he would dance in the middle of the forrest at night, lavish parties, tender friends, secrets of magick revealed, and even gifted. Gale Dekarius was once a very special boy who lived an impossibly exciting and charmed life. And now he stood in front of his bathroom cabinet mirror, groggy with bags accentuating his eyes, even through he had been dead asleep for the past nine hours. He was pushing forty, his messy beard and unkempt hair making him look even older. He was washed up, he was exhausted.

Regardless, he still had responsibilities so Gale splashed some water on his face and got to trimming his facial hair. His life was not horrible by any means. Gale was a home owner, a rarity more and more these days, of a charming two-story house, with a little back garden and a gate that lead out to a walking trail. and he had a very secure job, an esteemed one even. The title of professor did come with some respect and gave him plenty of time to indulge in how own studies. His parent lived close by and he could often stop in for an afternoon lunch or have them over, not that they stayed too long these days. His father's health had been getting worse and it was a bit more comfortable for them in their own home. Still, his mother would try to come visit regularly, even if it was only her, making occasional use of his spare room, which had become a guest room since his roommate had moved out. Gale wondered when she would be back, his best friend, his confidant, she had left almost a year ago now. He had seen her occasionally since then when she popped back into town, but missed her presence and company around the house. It felt a little too quiet these days, and nights he stayed up reading in the library a little too lonely, without her chastising him for not being in bed or forgetting to eat again. Now he had to keep his life together on his own and felt like he was failing miserably. ___

After fixing up his face Gale threw on a button up from his clean laundry pile, noticed it was a little too wrinkled to look professional, and swapped it for a turtle neck. He'd have to throw it back in the dryer for a bit before wearing it. Maybe he'd actually hang it up in time too, instead of leaving it for days to get wrinkled again. He really should invest in more of those wrinkle-proof shirts, he thought, throwing a blazer on over his sweater.

He stumbled downstairs, his briefcase where he had left it the night before, sitting in on the bench of his dining nook. He popped a piece of bread in the toaster, flicked on the kettle and checked the clock. On time, he sighed in relief, looks like today will go smoothly, he thought.

His phone rang, startling him a little bit and he looked at the caller id. His mother, they talked often but it was unusual for her to call him this early on a school day.

"Hey, Mom" he said, only having to fake his cheery demeanour a little. "How are you this morning?"

"Oh, I'm just wonderful, dear, did you sleep alright" Gale held his tongue, he had always been a night owl and even as an adult it seemed he would never live it down.

"Yes, I did, I slept a lot actually, must of needed it. To what do I own the pleasure of your call mom, is everything okay with dad?"

"Ah yes, it is, didn't mean to concern you, we're both just fine, I'm actually calling because I just wanted to let you know, I've been watching the news this morning and it seems there's something going on in your neighbourhood."

"Oh?" Gale replied, only half listening as he tucked his phone against his shoulder so he could get good grip to butter his toast "What's this?"

"Well your neighbour, Mrs. Wilson, mentioned last time I was over, that something had been rummaging around in her yard" His mother, while a lovely woman, could be quiet the talker, just like Gale himself. He moved on to preparing his tea in a to-go cup, eyeing the clock, hoping she would reach the point soon.

"I see"

"Well and now, I'm seeing on the news more people are noticing it seems like an animal has been prowling around. I just thought I should warn you. Have you seen anything like that?"

Gale thought about it for a moment, but he knew he was not always the most perceptive about those things, "I don't think I have Mom, but I will keep an eye out."

"I trust you will, I just worry about you, you know, want to make sure you're keeping safe"

Gale smiled, softly a little sadly "I am Mom, I love you. Wish we could talk longer but I have to get to school"

"Okay, love you too sweetheart, give me a call back this week"

"I will"

Gale grabbed a paper towel to put his toast on, scooped up his tea and his briefcase, then headed out the door to his car. Before he got in, fumbling with his keys he took a quick look around his street. Had he seen anything? Was there anything amiss? He couldn't tell. He had left the garbage bins out too long, he would have to bring them in tonight but they were upright, undisturbed by prying paws. He shrugged and got into his car, heading off for work.

Curious he turned on the radio, seeing if his local channel had anything to say. It took a few minutes but sure enough, they mentioned it. An animal, they presumed, had wandered into town from the woods. They said residents in the area should be alert and keep all pets indoors. Gale wasn't too worried. He was sure he had seen a lot worse in his lifetime after all, and he knew all he had to do to scare away a lost little creature was to make himself look big and shout loudly. They're more scared of you than you are of them, he thought; he wondered what kind of beast they had strolling the streets, looking for a snack.

No one had caught a good sight of it so far, just the messes it had left behind. The only mention someone made of actually seeing something was in the bushes of their back yard. They had heard a noise, noticed a rustling when they went to investigate and quickly, shown a light on it they had seen a quick flash of red, animal eyes staring back at them; most likely a trick of the light. The thing darted off before the neighbour could get better look at it.

Chucking to himself about how worked up everyone was getting about the situation, Gale hoped at least this might be something interesting. Maybe if he was lucky he himself could see the little fox, or whatever it was, running through his own back yard.

#astarion #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bloodweave #gale x astarion #astarion x gale #astarion ancunin #fanfic #fantasy #alternate universe #slow burn #fae #enemies to friends to lovers #faerie

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mageofseven · 10 months

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When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 3

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen @jar-of-moondust @missloserqueen

Later that day, there was a knock at the front door. MC just so happened to be on the way to the kitchen and heard it.

The human released a big sigh before changing course and tiredly approaching the door.

And instantly regretting it when she opened it.

MC groaned.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Gee, these must those 'human manners' I heard so much about." Mephisto huffed.

"Haven't you done enough?" She asked. "I don't want your hush money; I just want you to leave me and my baby alone."

The woman could practically see the demon's heart shatter from her words.

"That's not why I'm here." He said softly. "I would never do that to you--"

"Mephistopheles." Lucifer came up from behind MC. "I don't recall giving you permission to darken my doorstep."

"And I don't recall needing your permission." Mephisto responded bitterly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm in the middle of a conversation that doesn't involve you--"

"That's where you're wrong; anything involving my family involves me." The pride demon scowled.

"Lucifer, that's enough." MC interrupted her brother-figure before leaning in to speak with him softly. "Look, I just need to speak with him for a bit."

The older man stared down at her in disbelief. There was so much he wanted to say to her; that this was ridiculous, that she should know better than this, that they literally just had a conversation about this very man an hour ago

"Please?"

But there she went with her soft eyes, pleading with him to let her pursue her own choices.

Despite everything in him wanting to chase that bargain bin Barney off his lawn like an angry father with a shotgun, Lucifer instead simply took a deep breath, huffed, and walked away.

MC will have to thank him for that later.

The human opened the door wider for the other man.

"My room is just down the hall..."

In truth, this in the first time Mephisto has ever set foot in House of Lamentation.

Despite both the building and the brothers being here for hundreds of years, he's really never had the need nor the want to see the inside the old, oddly undecrepit building.

...MC changes a lot of strange things like that.

Once in the room, the woman helps him sit down.

Even now, after everything he's put her through, she is still taking care of him. The demon still remembered when the woman first discovered his disability and forced her care upon him. At first, he found it insulting that that her, a lowly human was taking care of him, but over time, he learned to pry his head out of his ass and be grateful for her help.

Once he was safely down on her bed, she joined him

...only to remember the one and only other time they both shared a bed was the night they conceived their child.

"So...why did you come here then?" She asked him. "If you aren't here to bribe me into being quiet then why bother? Isn't that what you nobles do?"

"I don't want to do that to you." He swore. "MC...I want to raise this child together."

Her eyes went wide.

"But...what about your parents?"

He purse his lips.

"They will...be angry with me, especially for what they will see as 'dirtying' our bloodline." He admitted.

"Because I'm human..." She mumbled.

"More importantly, because our child's soul won't be as pure as mine or my family's." He corrected. "My family...our souls are a bit different than modern demons; their souls are mostly made of dark magick, but contain small sprinkles of light magick. However, the souls in my family are more like the ones from beings before demons, the Dark Magicks."

"Those are...the beings from the Primordial Era, right?" She asked, pulling out knowledge from literally her first year at RAD when she first met the brothers.

"Precisely," He nodded. "And just like their name suggests, both those beings and our souls are made of pure dark magick; even the act of marriage causes our partners' souls to be cleaned of their light."

"But...nothing can be done for our child's soul?"

He shook his head.

"You...are human. Even if we somehow married before this baby came to be, things would still be the same. As a being of both dark and light, you are resistant to the change and...so is our child. Their soul shall develop however it may."

"Does...does that bother you?" She asked softly.

"I've had three months to come to terms with it." He reminded her. "I...in truth, I had to come to terms with a lot of difficult things these past months. I had to break down some core beliefs my parents had instilled in me...and come to accept some feelings inside of me."

He laid his hand on her cheek.

"Mi corazón...I have loved you for more years than I ever cared to admit." He declared. "No matter what happens here on out, I will take care of you."

MC could only stare as she cried at the man in front of her, breathing becoming heavier at the shock of the situation

She always knew there was good in this man, always pursued it against everyone else's advice, ever Mephisto's own. Even with all that was going on now, when she had people in her ear that loved warning her once more not to fall for this man's ways, she wanted to believe in him.

And now here he was. He said he loved her. He said he loved her and wants to raise the baby together.

She flung her arms around his neck pressed her forehead to his, also bringing the tips of their noses together.

"I love you too." She said softly. "Please...please let me always be with you."

"Always, mi corazón." He promised.

There was still many unknowns in store for the couple, but at least they could say they finally addressed the misunderstandings between them after all these months.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me mc #obey me mephistopheles #obey me mephistopheles x mc #mephistopheles x mc #obey me lucifer

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punkylilwitch · 2 years

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Highs and Lows of Magick

@euge--rome

High Magick

High magick, also known as ceremonial magick, is the type of magick done by learning a precise and typically complicated ritual or ceremony. Its origins (in the West) see it almost entirely rooted in judeo-christian myth until the late 19th century, and today many ceremonial witches continue to work using a high magick within that specific context. During the late 1800's and early 1900's the resurgence was known as The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, or the Golden Dawn for short. “The Golden Dawn was a magical system that blended elements of Christian and Jewish mysticism with elements of freemasonry and tarot, seeking to unify all of the religions into one single framework”. And although today this system is considered dead by many, the influence that the Golden Dawn had on Wicca and Thelema is strong, so it's legacy lives on through them. It is meant to have a spiritual purpose rather than a practical one, however these can absolutely overlap conceptually. These ceremonies and rituals involve improving the soul, which includes gaining divine purification, spiritual knowledge, having regular encounters with destiny/embracing one's own destiny, and attracting the proper magical influences for your soul to learn and grow in healthy way.

Low Magick

Low magick, also known as Folk magick, is a practical kind of magick having to do with healing, attracting luck or love, driving away evil, fertility, good harvest, etc. It is called folk magick because it is said to be the magick of “common folk”, and records of these practices are sparse due to the illiteracy of the practitioners. This is the kind of magick more well-known however because this is the kind of magick that is recognized and used more often today between the two. Contrary to High magick, low magick is called low magick because of its practical nature and association with the lower class. Rituals were simple and evolved over time and they included everyday items that the modern which is more than familiar with such as plants and wood and so on. Another name for low magick is natural magick, as it is linked closely to the natural world in the ways that I mentioned(it having to do with plants and wood and such). Natural magick has much to do with astrology and herbalism, however it's still in compasses more modern methods such as divination. Low magick has its roots in spiritual practices such as shamanism, which is regarded to be one of the world's oldest religions as well as one of the newest, as evidence of its practice has been discovered in Paleolithic cave art however it has evolved in such a way that many see it as being new rather than old because of the recently created Neo Shamanism variations. One of the earliest examples of shamanism, or at least that is what this cave art is believed to depict by experts, dates back to around 17,000 years ago. Shamanism is part of the Ainu religion and Japanese religion of Shinto, although Shinto is different in the way that it is Shamanism specifically made for an Agricultural Society. but enough of the history lesson, I'm getting a bit sidetracked here!

Conclusion

In all, the major historical difference between high magick and low magick is the classes it enveloped, however the difference today is that high magick is more ceremonial while low magick is more “casual” and down to Earth by comparison.

https://www.jsouthernstudio.com/blogs/esotericinsights/low-magick-vs-high-magick https://www.learnreligions.com/types-of-magic-95961 (info on shamanism, shintoism, and paleolitic art I learned in my AP Art class a few years ago)

TLDR: High magick is ceremonial, prepared carefully with instruments, emotions, and conjuring. It is rumored that the gods prefer high magick due to its formality.

Low magick is close to the opposite end is done using ordinary objects like a spoon or plants or a stick. Low magick is known for its simplicity and takes power from the earth instead of words or self power.

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rattotheimperialcheesegod · 4 months

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OOOOOO my rewrite/misteria stuff has been brimming in my head for DAYS!!! 💥💥💥

esp with what ive done with the ro'meaves and their importance to the divide of both worlds, and i'll say, its all proubly not totally original esp with esmund proubly and most likely being a ro'meave and stuff but,

I'd say, what if the ro'meave's were put so high up in royality and such, for lets say their first born...esmund being the first human to be graced with godly hood?

now i'll explain alittle, Irene herself was made from the entity of what is, and always will be magicks, but the other divine gods were brought to where they are now because of their actions and their backgrounds, being that at least every divine god is a certain race from this magical world, and well, esmund was the first and only human to be a god, Esmund the god of protection, was his godly given title and such.

Now, how does this affect anything with the biggest mark of history for both worlds?--

(or well at least in Ru'aun, the modern world has vague mentioning of the divide in very very old books, esp when it comes to it being a bigger thing over in Ru'aun...)

Well, its mainly because of how out of all the gods, esmund was the most favoritive to his own people, especially when it came to his family and his brothers, and besides him being a god, esmund wasn't the only ro'meave who was special, he was the oldest of two younger brothers and here is where his middle brother, Esterose Ro'meave comes in, he was next in line to be lord to his kingdom, O'Khasis, but because of Esmund being a god and being immortal, he was never going to become lord without there being good reason for Esmund to give up his place for the role, so Esterose took his time to start a group, the council of four, people who he knew wanted a different vision for o'khasis like him, so they planned to strike esmunds most easiest pin points, his heart, his pride, and his devotion to protecting his people.

But to do that, Esterose needed to plant the seeds, and with that leads to our next introduction to a certain someone, someone who was the most wronged, but still has the most hope for humanity out of all the divine gods as a whole, Shad, but here, here he was known as a different title, he was a competely different god entirely before he became who he was today, Shad...was the god of seasons, the wild and nature itself was of his role to influence and control, and those who sight him or even cross his path, are graced with a healthy life and or harvest, he was even once known to have brought a lost child back their village, unharmed and competely healed of injury. But, out of no where, like a tidal wave or landslide, there has been sightings of him, and things said about him, that are truely not to believed, these lies that had been spread, from village all the way to kingdoms, were saying that Shad has no longer been seen as an omen of health and good harvest,

But now, was the omen of death and destruction

said that many have seen him at the scene of great recent deaths and pillages of towns, and even, was the reason of a recent lords death. And to those who were in O'Khasis? They believed every, single word, why? Because...

they're prophet...

they're second prince, and they're soon to be lord...

(To be continued in pt 2)

Esterose Ro'meave

Told them so...

#mystreet #minecraft diaries #mcd #mystreet x mcd merge rewrite #my rewrite #recreation #misteria #my remake #shad mcd #esmund mcd #shad the destroyer #esmund the protector #divine warriors #the divine warriors #early jury of nine??

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pantherasox · 1 year

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Islamicate Occultsim

As-salamu alaykum

Muslim magic isn’t exactly the right phrase to use here. While many practitioners would be definitely view these practices as modern magick, sihr is technically a no go. That is to say that these two paradigms are working under different definitions. In my definition, magick is the flow of energy around us to enact will. There is nothing about this definition that is inherently shirk. It’s all about how you practice and what you believe that separates you from the religion.

It would be easier to use the word occultism or esotericism when researching.

I will not be sharing my own practice today, as I am not religiously but culturally Muslim. I’m not a “Good Muslim” by any means, and it is my path to decide how I go about my beliefs. Instead, I’ll be sharing my research and key terms I’ve found so you can make your own judgements. As an American placed outside of the culture with maybe two muslim friends, it’s been incredibly hard finding research. Every google search will make you feel shame for your practice being a sin. Magick is all around you in your community, you just have to look with magickal eyes. Any protection you seek from Allah (swt) is magick, is esoteric, is occult.

In the medieval era, esotericism and science were tied together. It was simply understanding the world through Allah (swt). This is a great place to start your research!

If you want to get closer to the Source, look into Sufism. Hermeticism overlaps with Islam. Astrology is alive and well, and has a basis in historic practice. Alchemy is still of use to people as a spiritual practice. These practices are real, and you are not haram.

Need an overall deepdive? Read the works of Dr Liana Saif. Read the Ghayat Al Hakim (Picatrix). For hands on work, read the Shams Al Ma’arif (Sun of Gnosis), which was partially translated in English not too long ago. Every time you are told to read a surat for specific things, that's magick.

Every day, we get more information as to what the old practices look like. You are not alone.

#hermetic #sufism #magick #muslim witch #occultism #esotericism #islamic #witchcraft #witchblr #witches of tumblr #islamicate

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mssarahmorgan · 9 months

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Book 50 of 2023: The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

A secret society of booksellers fight magical crime in London. A girl named Susan, freshly arrived from the country and searching for her long-lost father, gets caught up in some very strange happenings and drawn into the booksellers' world. Old Ones, lies and betrayals, the ancient and the modern--this is kinda designed in a lab to be my fave, and it worked. I loved it. Definitely check this out if you love Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising series and faery tales where the fae are neither cute nor friendly.

What to read next: Neverwhere, by Neil Gaiman, for the all time classic old-magicks-in-a-modern-city adventure.

#books #books i've read #read in 2023 #fantasy

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wildtige429 · 3 months

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Human Alternates of the Autobots and Decepticons

For @julayla and @neogirlart so you guys can add in your ideas.

So, I have been brainstorming on what Team Arcadia, the human version of Team Prime and the Arcadians will be like. Arcadia is a fantasy land in the human verse where the elf Kinjiru and her family and the elven Commission live. As for where the human verse Decepticons, they live in a very dark continent where demons of Ars Goetia and such dwelled, seeking to claim Arcadia as their own land called Nidhogg.

Human Verse Autobots:

Optimus Prime - Aron (He's a male descendant of the Amazons whose magic amulet turns him into a manticore. Has dragonkin blood)

Ratchet - Rustlen (A tanuki and his amulet helps hide his animal form)

Bumblebee - Beckett (A plains elf whose animal form is a jackalope and has lightning magic)

Bulkhead - Trayne (A minotaur. He avoids beef, cause he feels that its considered cannibalism since a minotaur is part bull)

Prowl - Kitsu (He's a kitsune ninja whose an expert in illusions and controls black fox fire. He can transform at will)

Jazz - Tenko (An arctic fox-type kitsune ninja who controls snow and ice)

Sentinel Prime - Cyrrus (A male descendant of the Amazons and his magic turns him into a tigon)

Ultra Magnus - Leonidas (King of Arcadia, leader of the Elite Knights and friend of Elf Kougato. He has the power of lightning and transforms into a Nemean lion)

Rodimus Prime - Akira (Male descendant of the Amazons, Aron's half-brother whom they share the same dragonkin mother, and animal form is a tiger)

Hotshot - Rammot (Fire elf whose animal form is a fire lizard)

Kup - Copper (A retired war veteran who still stays around to teach cadets and the members of the Elite Knights. He's a mountain elf whose animal form is a mountain goat)

Brawn - Knuckle (A dwarf with Herculean strength. His amulet changes him into a splinter cat, a pangolin-bobcat hybrid beast with a superthick skull capable of powerful headbutts)

Ironhide - Nero (A descendant of the Nemean lion and has the ability to turn his body into indestructible diamonds)

Red Alert - Nikke (A savannah elf, was mentored by Rustlen, and her animal form is a gazelle)

Jetfire and Jetstorm - Orobas and Eligos (Human Phango's mentees who look up to him as their father figure, raised in Arcadia as fellow Arcadians as well as the first demon Elite Knights, and they can fuse together to become Gamigin, a giant winged anthro unicorn with two horns and wings who controls both wind and fire. Orobas' true form is an anthro demon stallion with flames for a mane and tail and Eligos' true form is an anthro unicorn stallion with two horns and glowing blue wings)

Alpha Trion - Merlin (The one and only Merlin himself. His animal form is a majestic kirin)

Perceptor - Percival (A robot-like golem made of metal but is extremely intelligent despite his robotically monotonous character)

Blurr - Hermes (A storm elf birn with lightning speed and runs as fast as The Flash. His animal form is a cheetah with spots shaped like pluses and minuses and a lightning bolt-shaped tail)

Wreck-Gar - Rumpel (He's a troll who was an old elementary school drawing but was splashed by the waters of the Holy Grail, a very friendly but nit-witted troll who enjoys eating trash which helps the environment)

Grimlock - Sword (Leader of the Dino-Men, cavemen frozen and preserved in ice until they were freed into the modern world. Posesses a pyronite (lava magicked gems only found in prehistoric time) sword and has a pet T-Rex named Grimey)

Swoop - Flail (The smartest yet quiet member of the Dino-Men, wields a pyronite flail and has a pet pterodactyl named Flappy)

Snarl - Club (The strongest yet slowest but good-hearted member of the Dino-Men, wields a pyrobite club and has a pet triceratops named Growly)

Cliffjumper - Clifford (An iron elf whose animal form is a big-horned ox)

Omega Supreme - Zhu Long (A ginormous gold and red Chinese dragon who helped the Elite Knights and the kingdom of Arcadia to defeat Marbas and his army of demons, banishing them to the dark reaches of Nidhogg as well as sealing them away with his own breath. After the war, he transforms into his human form which is a huge dark-skinned man wearing Chinese robes and he only turns into his true form to help carry Team Aron on his back when they want to fly somewhere far and to aid them combating large evil forces)

Arcee - Himari (A light elf who suffered amnesia when she and Rustlen were captured by Sitri during the war. Now recovered, she works as a teacher to teach humans how to use magic now that both fantasy and human worlds are one. Her animal form is a mink)

Human Verse Decepticons:

Megatron - Marbas (His true form is a demonic lion-dragon-lizard hybrid)

Starscream - Astaroth (True form is a winged wolf-eagle humanoid hybrid)

Skywarp - Seir, Astaroth's cowardly brother

Thundercracker - Vassago, Astaroth's arrogant brother

Sunstorm - Vual, Astaroth's over-flattering brother

Ramjet - Valac, Astaroth's pathologically lying brother

Slipstream - Gremory, Astaroth's bitchy sister

Acidstorm - Sabnock, Astaroth's bloodthirsty brother

Novastorm - Flauros, Astaroth's seductive brother

Dirge - Phenex, Astaroth's greedy brother

Thrust - Raum, Astaroth's greedy brother

Lugnut - Dantalion (True form is a six-horned demon minotaur)

Blitzwing - Naberius, Aamon and Marchosias (True forms are demonic werewolves that can fuse together to become a three-headed demon wolfman with four arms and massive wings)

Blackarachnia - Vapula (Was an Amazon woman named Artime but was corrupted by dark magic in when she, Aron and Cyrrus ventured to Tartaros, a very dark land only inhabited by monsters and spirits corrupted by dark magic. Her demon form is a massive lioness with eight eyes with the first two above her original eyes and the second and third pairs on either sides of her torso, four massive spider legs on her back and massive insect-like fangs containing paralytic venom. Her spider legs can fuse together to become insectoid wings when she wants to fly.)

Shockwave - Paimon (True form is a pale humanoid demon with horns taking the top half of his head with the eyes on his palms and wings. His elf form is called Pollux)

Swindle - Mephistopheles (MP for short; true form is a yellow and purple anthro cobra with a fox's face and tail)

Lockdown - Sitri (True form is a winged leopard with horns, claws and tail of a dragon and breathes black smoke that causes blindness, paralysis and causes the victim to fall asleep)

Spittor - Baal (True form is a giant demon toad with an insatiable appetite and three tongues)

Strika - Purson (True form is a bear-lion hybrid beast with a viper for a tail)

Cyclonus - Focalor (True form is an anthro tiger with eagle claws for hands, crocodilian tail, ram horns and feet like a velociraptor's)

Oil Slick - Crocell (True form is a black-winged angel wearing bone and skull trinkets, a leopard skin kilt and has a head of a hyena and a tail and fangs of a snake)

Blackout - Furfur (True form is a demonic anthro stag with metallic horns, dragon-like claws and wings and feet like an elephant's)

Scrapper - Agares (Was a normal construction worker named Igor until he, Sal and Zippo, their mean boss, accidentally drank from the Holy Grail (Human world version of the AllSpark) and turned them into demons. His true form is an muscular anthro crocodile with large boar-like tusks)

Mixmaster - Saleos (Was formerly Sal until the Holy Grail turned him into Saleos. His true form is a big bellied anthro alligator who can project cement-like vomit that quickly hardens to trap opponents)

Dirtboss - Zepar (was formerly Zippo until the Holy Grail turned him into Zepar. His true form is an anthro caiman in red armor and has a spiky tail that shoots quills. When the quills hit someone, they become his puppets)

Soundwave - Tsugumomo (A radio tsukumogami that bears a hatred to humans for how they treat their items and tsukumogami familiars and wishes to liberate all tsukumogamis to rule over them.)

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arcane-abomination · 10 months

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It’s very common by now to hear the difference in a Grimoire and a BOS. A grimoire is a list of basic, unpersonalized magical instructions often for free use amongst many individuals while a BOS or Book of Shadows, is a more personalized version for only the witch or their covens eyes. Now I’m not saying this is completely wrong, but I am saying there are aspects of this understanding that have definitely been mislabeled and misunderstood in modern times. In this blog I hope to enlighten and educate on some of the more overlooked facts about these magickal books.

History of the Grimoire

For starters the term “Grimoire” was most often believed to originate from the Old French word “grammaire,” meaning “grammar” which was used to refer to all books written in Latin around the 18th century. However, the term grimoire would later develop into more of a figure of speech addressing something which was hard to understand. It wouldn’t be until the 19th century with the rise of occultism interest would the term become likened to a book of magick.

In essence a Grimoire was almost like a recipe book. Filled with spells and incantations for a number of things including talismans, charms, amulets, and even potions to summon or invoking spiritual beings such as deity, angels, even demons. There’s even evidence that the church played a part in grimoire creation, as strange as that would seem nowadays. But according to historian Owen Davies, "while the [Christian] Church was ultimately successful in defeating pagan worship it never managed to demarcate clearly and maintained a line of practice between religious devotion and magic."

Essentially, the use of grimoires would continue and as such, within the christianized Europe, the Church would ultimately divide books of magic into two categories: those that dealt with the so called “natural magick” and those that dealt in "demonic magic". Natural magick was essentially the use of gods power within various parts of nature (think something like medieval herbalism, especially for medical purposes) while everything else was viewed as devils work and therefore considered unacceptable. Despite this fact, there’s enough evidence to suggest that the mediaeval clergy itself were some of the main practitioners of this magic, at least those that were documented, and thus the church itself became the owners, transcribers, and circulators of many grimoires. Some historians have even stated they may even be the first transcribers of books labeled “grimoire” altogether.

Now because of Christianization in many parts of the world, the term grimoire would ultimately begin to travel and become associated over the years with any book of magick from any culture, even if the culture in question never actually used the term themselves. There were many documented magical practices, many of which predated the christianized movement and therefore the term grimoire. This has lead many to believe that while technically all magical tomes are technically Grimoires, not all of them should be counted as such. As it is much more appropriate to refer to them by their native titles. However since the term is so ingrained in paganism nowadays and has been for a very long time, its generalization is pretty much just accepted by many who carry the pagan label.

History of the BOS

Unlike the Grimoire, the Book Of Shadows or BOS is a more modern invention. It was coined by Gerald Gardner, the creator of Wicca sometime in the 1940’s or early 50’s when he initiated people into his coven called the Bricket Wood Coven. What made it different from other Grimoires was that he copied down a way of working in a more personalized fashion, changing what he didn’t want or didn’t feel like using while adding in what he did. In this Gardner’s book was said to be more personal, built around his own practice as a Wiccan rather than anything else. He even encouraged others of his coven to copy from it and add their own spin should they see fit. He also claimed that this BOS was to be burned when the witch died unlike the tradition of passing it down the way you would a grimoire. His reason for this was simply to keep the identity of the individuals witchcraft a secret.

As for how Gardner came upon the term Book Of Shadows, High Priestess Doreen Valiente claims he found it in the 1949 edition of a magazine called “The Occult Observer” where an article titled “The Book of Shadows” by Amir Bashir was published. It was said to be published just opposite of an advertisement for Gardner’s novel “High Magic’s Aid.” The article was about a supposedly ancient form of Sanskrit divination. It explained how to foretell various things based upon the length of a person's shadow. Valiente suggested that Gardner took the title for his grimoire. She would be quoted as saying "It was a good name, and it is a good name still, wherever Gardner found it".

Fact of the Matter

Although the BOS since took off for its more personal notes, it would be foolish to overlook a particular notion. Wicca as it was at the beginning was a religion that required the initiation into a coven, making it a pseudo closed practice of sorts. Although it wouldn’t be a system that really enforced this and as a result it began taking off in the more solitary communities of witches. It should also be understood that Wicca is definitely a new age belief. It is not ancient. It was formed and developed to fit into one persons ideals, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Other modern magickal systems have followed suit but it should definitely be a known factor in this explanation.

Magickal documentation, as stated above, is not a new concept. Many magical texts go back ages, and can be found all over the world in many cultures. What’s also present in these is the growth and adaptation that happens naturally as civilizations intermingle and even clash. One can easily see where systems reform and take new shape in accordance, so one can then understand that every grimoire that has been written has also been reshaped by time, it’s practices used and reused, retranslated, and reestablished in a wide addition of new beliefs for the time. In this sense all magick is personal and changing. Developed for the person and there way of life.

It is a common misconception that a shared book of magick isn’t personal. All magick you decide to incorporate is by definition then personal because you decided to follow it. And when we look at the magick that was outlawed before the time of the BOS, we can see where it was hidden, carefully chosen based on the place and the laws of the land, kept secret from all those who did not approve, written down in Grimoires to be passed on through the generations to keep the beliefs alive. In this the misconception that all grimoire were public and unpersonalized is false. The BOS may seem more personalized at first glance but that’s because we look at it through the lenses of a very personalized belief system that was still very new all on its own.

So if you really really want to be 100% historically accurate with your labels, a Grimoire is any book of magick records and recipes, personal or otherwise, private or open, that can be passed down through generations. While a Book of Shadows is a Wicca specific grimoire that’s a record of magickal workings, shared only amongst the coven members and fated to be burned when a witch dies. The differences in these two are far more striking now aren’t they? But I feel it should also be said that all in all it really doesn’t matter what labels you placed on your book. Titles and labels will always change with time, this is inevitable. Beside, in essence labels themselves are just words given specific meanings through the beliefs of various individuals. That means you can attribute to them whatever meaning that befalls your little heart. So call your book whatever you like, it will be valid.