#twin runes masterpost

[akanemnon]

TWIN RUNES MASTERPOST

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To be continued...

TWIN RUNES MINI COMICS

Glasses - Fallen down - First steps - Press [C] - Frisk Dance - But nobody came - Whatstheirface - An acquired taste - Eye opening - Smalltalk - Connection issues

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TWIN RUNES - FAQ

What exactly is this AU about? Twin Runes is essentially a comedic crossover AU between the universes of Deltarune and Undertale. No fancy nicnacs. Just the characters being their chaotic selves. But there might be some darkness lurking up ahead...

When is the next comic? The comic updates most Sundays at 6:30 PM Central European Time.

Why is this AU called Twin Runes? The name is more or less a play on the typical naming format of most AU's by featuring the "Runes" part. There are no literal Twin Runes. The whole name is more of a stand in for Undertale and Deltarune as parallel worlds. Hence the "Twin" part.

When does Twin Runes take place? This AU takes place between a hypothetical Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 of Deltarune. On the Undertale side of things, it takes place post neutral route just as Frisk was about to deliver Undyne's letter to Alphys.

Is the player a thing in this AU? The player lost control over both human children as soon as Frisk entered the world of Deltarune.

When Chapter 3 and 4 are released, will it affect the story? Any chapters after Chapter 3 won't affect the story in the grand scheme of things. If possible, I might make a reference to Chapter 3, but all in all Twin Runes created a new timeline so to speak.

What's up with Kris' and Frisk's hair? The red bits of their hair is more or less a representation of their souls. That in turn is also why Chara doesn't have that feature. They are soulless. It's a stylistic choice.

What's that thing on Kris' chest? It's a scar they got from tearing out their soul.

And why do they have weird lines all over their body? Both Kris and Frisk's anatomy resemble that of ball-jointed dolls. They appear just as markings across their bodies. Think of them as elaborate birthmarks. Kris and Frisk are still made of flesh and blood, but are in fact hypermobile. The reason as to why they do is still a little secret :) People here like to refer to these markings as "puppet limbs". You can get a better look at them and the scar in this artwork

Why does Kris have braces? This is why:

Why is Dark World Frisk green? Frisk changes their main sweater colors with Kris when they enter the Dark World.

Can other ghosts see Chara? (pre Darkner transformation) No, only Frisk and Kris are able to see Chara.

IS KRIS NOW FRISK'S COUNTERPART OR CHARA'S???? :)

So, was Chara in the locket all along? No, Chara possessed the locket to become a Darkner.

Where are Jevil and Spamton? Are they in Castle Town? The Fun Gang have already fought these two in the previous chapters and added them into their inventory. Outside of that little dream sequence, neither will be making an appearance.

Is anyone from Undertale Yellow gonna make an apperance? Outside of a tiny cameo from Clover (that has no greater bearing on the story) no one from Undertale Yellow is going to make an appearance.

Is (insert character here) gonna go to the Dark World/underground? With the way the story is going to play out, only the main group will be heading to this new Dark World. The rest of the story will be taking place there.

Is the Group Project miniseries canon to Twin Runes? It was made before Twin Runes was conceived and before I had any idea I would make a series. It is it's own self-contained story. So it is NOT canon to Twin Runes, but You can read it here: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

How did you come up with the idea of Twin Runes? Twin Runes is an offshoot of a separate script I wrote. It's a similar concept but turned on its head. The funny moments in that script made me just continue what now is the start of Twin Runes. I pretty much just wanted to see if I am actually capable of drawing a comic to begin with. So... in a way Twin Runes is my first attempt at a comic ever. If I ever finish Twin Runes, then I know I can tackle turning that mammoth project of a script into a comic too. In the grand scheme of things these two projects are sister series. They have A LOT in common and even share similar plot elements. When Twin Runes is over you will automatically also know certain mysteries of The Other Script.

What is The Other Script? As of this moment I call The Other Script: "Lost in the In-Between". At its core it's an inverse of Twin Runes. I.e. Kris falling into the underground and being aided by Frisk on their quest to return home. The story and jokes are a considerably more grounded than in Twin Runes and so are the characters. Though they do have their moments from time to time. The overall mood of that script is a lot darker in nature and it's a 200+ page passion project of mine.

Am I allowed to make fanart? ABSOLUTELY! You are very welcome to make fanart if you feel like it. Please let me know if you do by tagging me, so I can share it with everyone to see so that you get the appreciation you deserve :)

Can I use the funny faces you draw for memes or for private stuff with friends? That's what they're here for :)

Is there x ship in this comic? The focus of the story is not on shipping. If it's in the game it will very likely be mentioned or brought up, but that's about it.

What pronouns do you go with for the human children? I try to stick as close as possible to the games so I use THEY/THEM FOR ALL OF THEM WITHOUT ANY EXCEPTIONS.

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Try not to submit multiple asks. If necessary, just keep everything in one post.

Keep in mind that I receive AL LOT of asks, so not every question can be answered...

Questions containing spoilers will not be answered on principle. Wouldn't be as fun if the surprise was ruined, right?

Before leaving an ask (mostly for everyone who's new), please make sure to read the FAQ section above. A lot of times your question might have been answered already :>

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Don't use other people's posts that I reblogged to ask me questions! It has happened before and I do not wish to see this!

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REFERENCE SHEETS

The following are ref sheets of characters that don't have established Dark World forms yet (as of writing this comic). The list will be updated as soon as a new character enters the Dark World. Here you will also find references of characters that might appear as surprise cameos, or maybe even completely new faces...

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FULL ART

[our-exetale-oficial]

Masterpost about the God au's 4 siblings!

From Eldest to youngest!

Amon

Starting with Amon, the first son! The God of war and keeper of the eternal flame!

His sword, Annihilation, is a cursed weapon with an insatiable thirst for blood! Very few can lift her!

Amon is canonically Autistic and loves running in his dragon form.

Anemo

The second son, God of freedom and keeper of the north wind Anemo!

He and Amon are actually twins, but Amon's egg hatched a month earlier while Anemo's hatched a month later than it should.

Anemo struggles with emotions and can be pretty monotone. He floats 100% of the time

Autumn

The middle son! Autumn! God of love, inspiration and Harvest!

He tends to be a bit more reserved and only allows children into his temple and hopes to have children of his own someday.

He loves tending to his garden and is extremely responsible and reliable.

Amore

Amore, the youngest! God of love, music and Patron of pleasure!

His followers often hold orgies in his name and I'm not even kidding.

He isn't related to the other 3 by blood, their mother adopted Amore as he was a stillborn and his mother begged the goddess to save his life.

Some fun facts about the siblings!

Amon's body is covered in scars from head to toe, as well for the draconic runes that seal the eternal flame on his soul.

Anemo NEVER touches the ground ever since he learned how to float, touching grass is beneath him (XD)

Autumn can be extremely conservative when it comes to sex, believing you must choose one mate for life and often looking down on people who have multiple (Specially Amore)

Amore has a hunger for knowledge like no other, even going as far as dwelling with chaos magic, which is forbidden

ASK BOX OPEN

[tigerbears]

Decided to make this poll after Frisk revealed they literally have no idea how old they are in the Twin Runes AU.

Context in the comics below.

[spamtongreal1]

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[aus-from-undertale]

Twin runes au

Hey babe, new super cute deltarune comic just dropped

💕💕💕

This comic starts with Susie and Kris making their new project to Alphy's class :)

But as the story goes, some characters that shouldn't be here start making their appearances u.u

💕💕💕

Well, my thoughts about it are, in short:

-AWAWAWAWAWAWAWA SO CUUUUTE and SILLY

-Woah the art style is so COOL ✨

-Give me more DUBS AISGWKSGAJZIAUJA *Bites the phone*

So yeah, I reccomend it :)

You can find the rest of it on #deltarune comic, on @akanemnon account :D

Also, there's a LOT of dubs for this comic, and i recommend you guys also giving them a try, since everyone is doing such a great job :D

(that's actually how i found it 💕)

Have fun~

EDIT: A masterpost was made!! Now it's easier to read!!

You liked this AU? Then you should also read Delta experiment and the other puppet!

[maddy-hatter-97]

Comics Masterpost!

Flowey in the Dark World (Twin Runes fancomic):

Page 1 / Page 2 / Page 3 / Page 4 / Page 5

Other Twin Runes fanarts: Cool humans / Flowey concepts / Hold the Floweys / Clover joins the collection

[wolfkitty42]

twin runes gaster teaser masterpost

let me know if there are ones i missed

WINDOWS CANNOT CONNECT TO GOD.

Akane mentions Gaster. I want to say this is the first time, but I'm unsure...

[midnightprelude]

Major Arcana: Chariot, Reversed

Written by @oftachancer and I for the @30daysofdorian event!

Masterpost | First | Previous | Next

CW: mention of solitary confinement; conversion therapy (aftermath); successful blood magic ritual; recovering from trauma

Rilienus surfaced, lungs burning. Not again. He couldn’t watch them lock Dorian away again. He couldn’t listen to him crying alone in the preparation hermitage. A child. He shouldn’t have been in Carastes or they should have held him carefully in their hands, like an egg, until he was ready to be on his own. Not strong enough. Dorian had always been strong. Perhaps too strong. But wise enough. Experienced enough. 

Rilienus pressed his thumbs to his temples to fight the steady ache behind his eyes. His tongue felt thick and cottony, tasting of Veil Thorn, the sharp scent of lyrium caught in the back of his nose. 

Look, he told himself. Look. Check. He had to check. He had to- 

He collected the pillow from the chaise and pressed it to his mouth to muffle his sobs until they finally slowed. The air cut at his throat. The dim light from the nearly guttered candles burned his eyes.

He knew there had to be a reason Dorian kept returning to some of these memories. Punishments. Success and failure. That Dorian was even dredging these up again when he was so reluctant to speak of the experiences had to mean he was still there. Still fighting. Still trying to make sense of- 

Rilienus carefully rubbed his eyes as the candles finally burned themselves out, feeling a great empathy with the blackened wicks, and gazed at the figure on the bed. 

Dorian. Wild, winsome Dorian with his sharp smiles and clever eyes. The smile was gone. The eyes were blank and unseeing. Surrounded by pearls and opals and black diamonds. Protection. Concealment. Healing. A circle around him. Stones and runes drawn in blood and gem dust across his skin and down the line of his chakras. 

His beard was steadily overtaking the careful shave Dorian had always kept. There was too much to be done already to keep up with it. Too much and somehow not enough. 

Even before the real work, there were the spells to keep his body healthy and the wards to check and reinforce. There were the regular intervals he needed to rouse and smooth salves over Dorian’s cracked lips, to turn him, to bathe him. To keep him dreaming. 

If he woke before the work was done… If he woke, Dorian would probably kill him, he admitted to himself. He’d denied it for weeks but now, in the dark and the quiet, alone where no one could see him fall apart… 

Steel where there had been silver. The crackle of power around him like a cloak. His beautiful face hard and unfeeling. How many times had they spoken, laughing, of marble sculptures of themselves? He’d never thought of how harrowing it would be to see a hot heart turned to stone. 

But it had. 

Dorian had been there, alive, moving, dressing himself and riding his horse and casting with precision - and yet everything that had made him Dorian had been… absent. And that endless well of power without the accompanying well of empathy and humor and care…

Rilienus closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It wouldn’t do to think of what would happen if he failed. He could not. His own beating heart lived inside Dorian. To quell one of them would end them both. 

So he ate mechanically. He carefully cut his arm and used droplets of the blood to reinforce the spells on the stones and the gems. He applied the salves. He emptied the candlesticks and cleaned them and replaced them with fresh beeswax. 

He stretched, carefully, muscles screaming with atrophy. He wanted to crawl onto the bed and curl into Dorian’s arms and sleep. Just sleep and pretend that everything was as it had been. That they were well and safe and happy again, fat on cherries and peaches, listening to the twins in the parlor as they played Templars and Mages. 

Rilienus scrubbed his hands through his hair.

“You’re up.”

He kept his face against his knees, fighting to keep his breaths even as he heard his mother step inside and close the door behind her. 

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes.” His voice sounded like scorched damask looked. 

Her fingers were cool and gentle. The back of his neck. His forehead. His arm. She hissed quietly. “Let me bandage this for you at least.”

He did because he didn’t have the will to insist on doing it himself anymore. There was too much to do already. Far too much. 

“Rilly,” she murmured, rubbing his back in soothing circles. 

“I can’t.” He exhaled, too tired. 

“You can’t what, love?”

“I can’t leave him like this. I can’t give up. I can’t-“

“I know,” she kissed his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. “I know. Come outside, just for a little while. Plini is getting quite good at the flute. Some sunshine and music will strengthen you.”

“What if-“

“Come outside,” she repeated a little more firmly. “He will be here when you return.”

[godsgamefreak]

FFXIVWrite2023 - #13 Check

OC's: Logan Holden, Cherise Holden, Jennifer Holden, Aiko Slanda

Read on Ao3

Masterpost

A rumoured treasure fuels adventure when Aiko presses her comrades into investigating a piece of a map she found.

“Are you sure this is the right spot?” Logan groaned, leaning over his shovel.

Multiple holes and piles of dirt lay scattered about the Dravanian Forelands, and sweat flowed freely down his neck. Cherise sat heavily nearby, dropping her own shovel.

“Yes, I’m sure!” Aiko held up her scrap of map again, turning it back and forth in her hands.

“Are you sure you weren’t just lied to?” Cherise questioned bitterly.

Aiko rolled her eyes and turned the map again.

“Can you please have Jen look at it?” Logan asked, finally slipping to the ground himself.

“Ugh, fine.”

Jen had been hovering near Aiko the entire time, and a shine came to her eyes as she was handed the parchment. She wrapped her fingers gingerly around the edges, holding the map reverently.

“I can’t believe we’re actually holding a piece of map from the legendary treasure hunter,” she whispered under her breath.

“Yeah okay okay, but are we in the right spot?” Cherise shouted.

Taking a moment to actually consider the map’s contents, Jen looked around the area, then back at the map, then one more time at a landmark in the distance, then back at the map.

“No,” she said simply, pointing in a direction in the distance. “We should be digging over there.”

The twins let out a loud groan while Aiko shrugged. “Win some, lose some, come on let’s get going!”

With a spring in her step the Miqo’te casually headed in the direction Jen had pointed, with the Elezen following closely behind, eyes glued to the map.

“I guess we’ll just fill in all these holes…” Cherise muttered, getting back to her feet begrudgingly.

***

“Told you we’d find it!” Aiko exclaimed, placing a foot on the top of the revealed chest.

Logan and Cherise both cheered softly and with little emotion from their positions on the ground, staring up into the sky.

“Can you imagine if this chest contains a path to the aquapolis treasure hoard? We could find treasures from across Hydaelyn revealing all kinds of historic secrets!” Jen fanwed over the chest.

“Yeah or it could be full of money and we could be rich!” Aiko exclaimed, beginning to work on the latch.

There was a click, then a puff, and Aiko coughed, waving at the cloud of smoke expelled from the mechanism. Moments later, the sounds of rapid footsteps sounded nearby as a horde of beasts came trampling forward, straight for Aiko. 

“Or it could be trapped,” Logan sighed, quickly dragging himself to his feet and drawing his sword and shield.

After a few moments of intense combat and defending Aiko, who determined the smoke was in fact some kind of lure for local beasts, the area was clear and the chest available for opening. All four of them crowded around it as it opened. Inside was a small pile of gil, a few tomestones, and a single roll of fine silk.

“Well this stinks,” Aiko grumped, standing up from the chest.

Jen lifted the silk from the chest and unrolled it to take a closer look. “It’s certainly going to be worth something, but no, it’s no treasure hoard. Disappointing…”

As Logan and Cherise collected the rest of the items in the chest, Logan noticed a rune of some kind carved into the underside of the chest’s lid. Curious, he touched it, and as he did so it lit up, with a large magical portal appearing behind the chest moments later.

With a shared gasp, both he and Cherise fell backwards in surprise.

“What did you do!?” She yelled at her brother.

“I just touched a carving!” He shouted back.

“Adventure!” Aiko shouted, waiting for no one and leaping through the portal.

Logan ineffectually reached out towards her. “Aiko no- godsdammit.”

The three remaining adventurers quickly followed her in, Logan muttering a silent prayer to the Twelve that they weren’t about to be locked away gods knew where.

As the world reappeared, they saw a dank, dimly lit tunnel that led to a much larger cavern just ahead. Aiko was already halfway there, and heard them appear behind her.

“Come on, let’s check it out!” She called over her shoulder.

Logan was about to protest but Jen was already running ahead, tome out, inspecting the walls and anything that looked interesting, making notes.

“I cannot believe we actually found the aquapolis!” She gave a small squeal of happiness before going back to her notes.

Trading a look, Logan and Cherise both sighed and shrugged in unison before marching forward. Aiko was already inspecting another chest in the middle of the room, and Jen was slowly making her way down the tunnel. Logan spotted a pair of doors on either side of the back wall, through the bars of which he could see further tunnels.

“Wonder how far down it goes,” he questioned out loud as he walked up beside Aiko.

After telling Aiko not to open the chest until they had searched the room - to which she replied with a huff and sitting atop the chest instead - Logan and Cherise did a loop of the cavern. Between their search and Jen darting about looking for anything interesting, nothing notable came up. The only thing they could see of note was the chest, and the two doors.

Aiko looked up at Logan with large pleading eyes as they convened around the chest once more. “Yes, okay, you can open it now,” he said with a smile.

Her ears and tail both perked up immediately, and she spun around, leaned down and popped the latch on the chest. As soon as she did, three large slabs of rock on the front, left, and right sides of the room each opened up, revealing a variety of monsters.

“Trapped again,” Cherise sighed, before dropping into a combat stance.

“I get the feeling it’s going to be a trend,” Logan agreed, readying his shield.

It didn’t take long for the party to dispatch the beasts, and were greeted with a similar set of spoils as the chest outside had been. As the last of the goods were removed, the two doors began to glow.

“Which one do we pick?” Cherise asked, looking between the two.

“We could split up?” Aiko offered.

“No,” Logan disagreed.

“Absolutely not,” Cherise chimed in.

“A terrible idea,” Jen admitted.

Aiko rolled her eyes and headed off towards the left door. “This one then, my map, my choice.”

The other three had no argument against this and no other indication as to which way would be best, so silently agreed and followed after her. Approaching the door seemed to show no obvious mechanism for opening it, but Aiko was already trying an alternate method of focusing her aether towards it. Sure enough, it seemed to respond. A loud clunk echoed through the cave, and even Aiko took a cautious step backwards. The door shifted, sliding about, and lights who’s source were unseen flashed about the room. An outer layer dropped, almost seeming to block further progress even further, and the party waited with bated breath. A moment later the lights all turned bright yellow, and the door fell away entirely into the floor.

“Well that was… elaborate,” Jen commented, shading her eyes from the flashing lights.

No one disagreed, and Aiko was happy to rush forward again, leaving the other three to chase after her once more. A similar chamber awaited them, again with two doors in the same placement, with a chest sitting in the middle.

“Here we go again,” Logan muttered.

Sure enough, the same thing repeated with only slight variation on the doors opening, this time sliding open immediately. The same room layout lay below, and the same below that. This continued until they had cleared out the sixth such floor. Their sacks grew heavy with the variety of objects they had pulled out of the chests, including a fair sum of gil. The rooms had begun to take on a much more gilded appearance the deeper they had gone, with loose gil scattered about. They hadn’t bothered to pick it up since they were already becoming burdened with loot as it was.

“Look, these tunnels are glowing!” Aiko exclaimed, pointing towards the two doors that still stood on either end of the wall.

“The true treasure must be beyond!” Jen agreed, eyes sparkling.

The two of them rushed towards a door, Aiko quickly using her aether to open the door. Once more the lights flashed dramatically, the door began to slide and clunk about. It stopped suddenly, and the lights ceased their dance. Similar to the times before, the party assumed this was a temporary halting of activity before the door would slide open.

They were wrong.

The lights suddenly turned red, and the door fell to reveal a full sheet of metal that covered the bars entirely. They heard the same thing happen to the door on the other side of the room, and something that sounded like an alarum rang out, echoing painfully through the cavern. All four of them quickly shoved their hands over their ears an an attempt to reduce the sound.

“What’s happening!?” Cherise tried to shout over the noise.

“We must have done something wrong!” Jen shouted back. “Maybe we picked the wrong door?”

“They both locked though! So what do we do-” Logan began to ask.

At that exact moment he felt himself being picked up by an aetheric energy trail, similar to when teleporting, but this time it was not done voluntarily. His vision went white, and a moment later he was standing back outside, in the Dravanian Forelands. The other three were standing nearby, all with their hands over their ears, looks of confusion, and slowly realized the sound had passed as well.

“Now?” Logan finished.

“I guess it’s designed to remove trespassers who don’t choose the right door,” Jen commented, making another note in her tome.

“Well that’s ridiculous,” Aiko complained. “How are we supposed to reach the treasure then? Let’s just try it again.”

She looked around for the chest that had been in the area before they teleported, but found no evidence of it. It had disappeared.

“Maybe the chest also teleports away? Or disintegrates?” Jen surmised.

“Well I want to go back!” Aiko complained, crossing her arms.

“I guess you’ll need another piece of treasure map,” Cherise joked.

Unfortunately for her, Aiko’s eyes sparkled. “That’s right! Time to find another piece of map! There’s got to be another way in!”

With that, the Miqo’te rushed off back towards Tailfeather, not waiting to see if anyone was going to follow.

“I was kidding!” Cherise shouted after her. “Great.”

Logan shrugged. “We are adventurers, wouldn’t do to leave a puzzle unsolved.”

[zomthezom]

https://www.tumblr.com/akanemnon/722908815846162432/twin-runes-masterpost

Here’s a link to the master post and basically twinrunes is an alternate universe where frisk enters deltarune after walking through the gaster door and other stuff happens also there’s a really reused joke about everyone in deltarune asking if kris mitosed

oh my god that joke pfff

[purringbookworm97]

Masterpost for dummies - which I am

Edited: 14/07/2023

Homemade posts:

Witchy iced tea recipe

Protection oil for broke ass baby witch

Chocolate and jam cookies

Mushroom risotto

Chicken nuggies

Uncles’ vodka, or post celebration recycling

Spicy oil recipe

Fuck off binding spell

Yule spelljar

Comfort-with-my-sexuality spelljar

Water unsafe crystals

Sun-hating crystals

Teeth correpondence

Sources about blood magic

About singing glasses

The f**k you said about science????

Prayer to Dionysus

Hymn to Dionysus

Hymn to Dionysus 2

Playlist for Dionysus

Creative writing for Dionysus

Poem to The Wild ones

Love poem for My Muses

Deities poem

Love poem to storms

Twenty flowers in my bag

Tips:

Abortion, how to

Basics of how to witch without dying

Basic witch tips and advice

Crash course on warding

Energy works and basic shielding

Home witchcraft

New dorm Witchcraft

Dorm safe spells

College witchery

How to research efficiently

Non verbal witchcraft

When to use what in witchcraft

Ways to use sigils

Tips for growing herbs

Vegetable growing tips

Caring for your cauldron

Travel altars and tips

Dollar store witchery

Methods of spell work

Components of a spell

Grimoire ideas

Folklore lists

Paganism isn’t an umbrella term

Witchcraft in Hellenismos

Methods of spell work

Components of a spell

Attracting money

Writing tips

Herbs you can find at the grocery store

Heard about moon water? here’s some tips

Safety tips

City witch tips

Hearth witch protection tips

Long list of spiritual protections

Rune-reading made easy

A list of underrated divination methods

Water scrying

How to clean bones - a guide

About blood magic

Hey don’t join a cult - red flags

On the Law of Attraction

Soulmates and twin-flames: why bad ?

“Where the hell does that occult branch come from?”

Inspiring correspondences:

Making your own correspondence

Witch runes

Water

Witchy water

Alcohol

Salt

Funny ring correpondence

Bells in Witchcraft

The clairs and what the hell they are

Stitches correspondance (bro that’s genius)

Long-asf-crystal-list

Crystals for protection

Various crystals and their uses

Natural items

About Honey

Herbal remedies

Flower in witchcraft

Incense and oils

Poisonous plants chart

Hex/curse/jinx plants

Plants of the dead

Herbs for the dead

Trees

Tree symbolism

Wood

Cat color correpondence

Astrology

Elder futhark page masterpost

A guide to Greek Alphabet runes

Witch runes correspondence

Bree’s simple runes 

Body parts

Bones correspondence

Deities and Entities:

Scents for the Gods - Hellenismos

Why you must NOT swear an oaths to a deity if you’re still calling yourself a baby

How to make offerings - an illustrated guide

Offerings: the Why and How

Why reciprocity matters in relationships with the invisible

Why food offerings are important

Different degrees of religion

Offerings to Dionysus

Prayer do Dionysus

Prayer to Dionysus Androgynos and Lysios

Offerings to Artemis

Offerings to Hades

Offerings to Hermes

Offerings to Hera

Hellenic Cheat Sheet: Aphrodite

Hellenic Cheat Sheet: Hermes

Psa on working with the fair folk

How to sense the invisible - an experience explanantion

Things that aren’t true about spirit work

Ghost hunting

Psa on spirit work

Psa n°2 spirit work

Random questions about spirit work

Spirit work masterpost

Things to ask spirits about

Spirit banishment

Rituals:

Libations

Effects of libations in the garden

Greco-roman protection

How to spiritually protect yourself

A witch’s self care tips

Shrines and their uses

Witchcraft for the new year

Recipes:

Rose oil

Simple oil recipes

Solar Juice

Pomegranate skull pastry recipe

Herbal hair rinse 

Energy-cleansing bath scrub

Bug bite salve 

Self care recipes

Witchy cleaner for a fresh house

How to make herbal remedies

Drink magic masterpost

Fall recipes masterpost

How to make you own mead

Blood ink

Dove blood ink

Fake and edible blood

Spellcandle-making

Banishing water

Spells:

Comfortable in my skin Sigil

Spells for job-seekers

unconventional spell ingredients

Fire summoning

Storm summoning 1

Storm summoning 2

Whistling up a wind

Kiss-that-bitch-goodbye banishing spell

Begone-bullshitter spell

No-one-deserves-you spell

Get-the-fuck-away-from-me spell 

Realize-the hurt-you-did spell

Letting go - banishing spell

You have no power over me spell

To banish the past

The seven stings hex

My-pain-to-yours curse

List of curses

Blood magic 101

Gender magic!!!

Polyamorous Love-strengthening pells

Spelljars:

Simple spelljar ingredients

Money spelljar

I shouldnt be awake but I have to be spelljar

Prosperity spelljar

Protection spelljar 1

Protection spelljar 2

Dysphoria bottle

Your-hatred-is-your-own curse jar

To banish and bind

More info:

Why Silver Rravenwolf’s books can get f***ed

[akanemnon]

Is there any sort of master post for twin runes?

There you go :P

[moribundanchor]

The Pelle/Dani Receipts, Post Five: Arrival in Hårga

Dani and the others emerge from the big yellow yonic sun gate and are greeted by several Hårgan youth who relieve them of their bags (and I’m TOTALLY SURE don’t rifle through them) while Pelle runs off camera. He returns shortly thereafter to introduce his sister Dagny, “born the exact same day as me.” 

There are a couple interesting things about this introduction. Number one, the way Pelle emphasizes her birthday underlines how “sister” does not necessarily mean a blood sibling to Pelle. If Dagny were his blood sister and born the exact same day as Pelle, she would be his twin. This is the first time that loose familial usage is really obvious since, well, Ingemar could have easily passed for Pelle's blood brother. Number two, it calls attention again to birthdays (and it is Dani’s birthday at this point, forgotten as far as she knows) and how astrology (or runeology) is important to the Hårgans. Number three, their shared birthday clearly makes Dagny special to Pelle, and so his choice to introduce his American friends to Dagny first takes additional significance. Not to mention Dagny and Dani are oddly similar names, as discussed in this post. And as Pelle does his introduction spiel, Dagny takes the opportunity to sneak a direct look at Dani, appearing to recognize her.

Dani endears herself to Dagny immediately, as she does to the broader Hårgan community throughout the film. When Dagny welcomes them to Hårga in Swedish, Dani replies with the Swedish word for thank you, tack. Pelle scrunched-nose GLOWS, nods encouragingly/proudly at Dani, and exchanges a look with Dagny that says nothing so much as “Isn't she the best?” “Yep, you got a keeper, brother.” And then Dagny abruptly bids them farewell without engaging with the others or saying anything else, as if the entire point was just for her to get a good look at Dani.

Next, Pelle runs ahead of the others to greet Father Odd. This is a particularly fervent, sustained embrace between the two men, even more emotional than Pelle's reunion with Ingemar, with Odd’s face revealing every bit of a parent’s fierce relief at the safe return of a beloved child. As Pelle remembers himself and pulls free, Odd gets a full view of the Americans approaching before/while Pelle is introducing them. He ZEROES IN immediately on Dani, clearly recognizing her before Pelle identifies her, and after his bulging eyes fit back into his skull, Odd says softly to himself, “Wow.” This might apply to the entire group or maybe seeing Josh, one of three persons of color in the whole of Hårga, but it also might just be Odd processing seeing Dani in real life. Odd warmly greets each of the Americans with handshakes and individual welcomes, but for Dani alone, he reserves a hug and “welcome home.” (Note that after Dani is crowned May Queen, Odd will tell her “welcome home” again, but this time in Swedish.) He follows this with “we are so happy to have you,” directed specifically at her, until Odd lamely tries to cover by awkwardly piling on more effusive welcomes and excusing himself.

During the entire scene with Odd talking to the Americans, Pelle’s face is frequently blocked in the camera shot by Dani; they are, again, overlapping. But we can see him from the eyebrows up, making it clear that he’s looking pretty directly and unashamedly at Dani much of the time. Once they arrive in Hårga, Pelle puts little effort into concealing his many stolen glances at her.

Our next scene is only included in the Director’s Cut version of the film, but it’s a good one for general Hårga mood/wholesomeness and Pelle/Dani substance. Everyone settles down in the shadow of the maypole for a little thanksgiving, uncanny vocal harmonizing, and a picnic, seated on the ground in the configuration of the rune Raidho. Again, we will get into the runes in more detail later, but it’s worth noting here that Raidho, meaning “wheel” or journey, is one of Dani’s runes, albeit merkstaved or reversed. Raidho is also one of two runes featured on the maypole itself, along with Fehu, which Pelle just happens to wear. (Sten, the Hårgan Elder who leads with the thanksgiving song during this scene, is also wearing a merkstaved Raidho stitched in yellow, but don’t get AnonLady started on her absurd Dani/Pelle are the new Siv/Sten headcanon no one wants.)

Dani is, as usual, seated between Pelle and Christian on mats that have been laid out in lieu of a table. From the aerial shot, we see that not only is Dani next to Pelle, but she and Pelle are actually sitting on the same mat, and that mat is yellow. (To be fair, Josh, who is also always next to his primary source Pelle, is half on that mat, too. Of course, of all the other newbloods, Josh is the one who comes closest after Dani to respecting Hårga, so we could torture some meaning out of that, too.) Pelle points out the fire pit to Dani, a prime example of Pelle’s tendency to explain Hårgan ways toward Dani. “It’s all our jobs to keep it burning,” he tells her, leaning in, and when Josh--the one whose thesis was supposedly the impetus for the trip--asks him to repeat himself, Pelle brushes him off. “I’ll tell you later.” Note this particular line, not unlike Pelle's later explanation of life being like the seasons, has morbid subtext, because we will eventually see how Dan and Ylva's bodies are cremated in the fire pit. One day, it will be Dani and Pelle's turn to keep it burning that way, too.

After the picnic, Pelle’s group sits on the lawn and hangs out with Ingemar and his guests, watching everyone folk dancing while Hårgan kids romp in a game Ingemar tells them is called Skin the Fool. [rictus smile] 

We first see everyone from Maja’s perspective, as she exits the Youth House, all set for her Christian mission, as it were, and the blocking is significant. At this point, Simon is off-camera, so not only is Christian centered in Maja’s POV, but we have Connie and Ingemar grouped on one end, with Pelle and Dani on the other. The first thing you might notice, other than Maja’s Christian-splayed focal point, is the way Dani is seated on the far end, next to Pelle, not Christian, and how she and Pelle (and Ingemar all the way on the other side) have eerily similar posture: cross-legged, straight-backed, arms resting on legs. All the other newbloods are slouching, leaning, whatever, like you do. Not Dani, and this only becomes more noticeable throughout the movie. In her movements and instincts, Dani almost can’t not be Hårgan.

So not only does Dani unconsciously mirror Pelle and Ingemar as she sits watching, not only is she moving subtly to the music, as if unable to resist dancing even when she’s too self-conscious to join, not only is she sitting closer to Pelle than her boyfriend (look at that picture and tell us who you think is Dani’s boyfriend of 4 years, we’ll wait), but she and Pelle are visually contrasted with the thwarted Hårgan/newblood couple of Ingemar and Connie. And in case that last part isn’t obvious enough, check out the wistful longing radiating from Ingemar once Simon returns, which is even more emphasized in the Director’s Cut, as we’re shown Dani noticing Ingemar pine for Connie, too.

Pelle gently suggests all of the others join the dance, but it doesn’t go anywhere (“I’m too scared,” Dani tells Pelle) until a well-timed flirty kick from Maja pulls Christian into the festivities. When Christian goes, Josh and Mark, who were totally uninterested two minutes earlier, instantly peel off to join, too. I guess they didn’t want to be left making conversation with Dani and Pelle? Anyhoo, this conveniently leaves our OTP alone for one of the High Pelle/Dani Moments, a scene and a scheme that deserves its very own post.

For more, click on The Pelle/Dani Receipts Masterpost

[eleven-times-lively]

The First Day

In which You and Fred send your daughters off to Hogwarts for the first time.💕 masterpost

Summary: You and Fred part ways with your girls for the first time, and the newfound freedom makes you realise new truths about each other. Word Count: 3295 Note: This took soooo long to write!! Sorry for the delay! Also, the next chapter will be 85.7% angst. Also sorry this is so short. I know I said it would be longer, and it was meant to be but I wrote the ending and it made me feel things and it felt like a fantastic stopping point and bridge to the next chapter. So ch.8 will open with the original ending to this chapter.

You woke up, still groggy, to the sun shining in through the window. You rolled over and felt a still sleeping Fred beside you. His chest moved up and down with his shallow breathing as he slept. You peacefully admired your husband as you transitioned into a more awake state. However, the moment of peace was quickly disrupted as you heard shouts in the halls and your doorknob shaking before the door flew open. Fred shot up in the bed, thrown out of his deep sleep, as his gaze quickly whipped around the room. The two of you were ready for a dementor attack, but alas it was just your two daughters, staring up at you from the foot of the bed with their big, innocent doe eyes. 

The two pairs of eyes blinked up at you and Fred expectantly… silently. You and Fred exchanged confused glances, looking between each other and the girls. The moment of silence was short lived as the girls quickly broke into a flurry of movement and words. All you could catch were drawn out mentions of shopping, wands, and floo powder. You and Fred chuckled to yourselves as you peeled away from the bed. 

Fred snuck behind an excited Callie and snatched her up into his arms, earning an excited shriek from the girl. You did the same with Cassie and together you all headed down to the living room for morning tea. 

You were all settled around the dining table, the girls finally calmed, when you had a normal discussion about the day ahead. 

“So,” Fred began, fingers tapping his mug as he peered over the edge, “are you ladies excited to get your school supplies?” 

“Absolutely!”, Callie cheered, reaching for the letter that was on the shelf behind her. “I can’t wait to get my wand, and to organise everything to get ready!” You and Fred chuckled at your daughter, a gleam in her eye at the promise of packing and planning.

“And I…” Cassie began, drawing out the vowel, “am excited to visit all the shops and meet some people! Hopefully some students will be there!”

You and Fred nodded and smiled at your daughters in front of you. The once adorable babies had turned into young, intelligent girls that would soon be off to school.

“But still,” you piped up, a warning tone in your voice, “that doesn’t mean you can burst into Mummy and Daddy’s room unannounced.” You glanced down at them, not particularly mad or upset.

“Oh, come one, love,” Fred responded to you, “they were having fun. Remember how excited we were?”

“Of course, Freddie,” a more scolding tone hinting at the edges of your voice, “but barging in like that is rude and they need to know that.”

“Nonsense,” was all he said as he stood up.  He was headed to the kitchen when he noticed the twins were no longer seated at the table. “Guess we were so busy that we didn’t even notice our daughters slip away.”

You just rolled your eyes and headed out to the back gardens, and you noticed a few more chips of paint had come off the doorframe. You made a mental note to fix that later.

***

A few hours later, it was time to head to Diagon Alley. You had promised the girls you could use the Floo Network as a special treat. You had access through your fireplace, but the girls knew it was off limits due to the risk and dangers should they not properly dictate.

After a long lecture and teaching of the Floo Network, the four of you arrived in Diagon Alley. “Should we just let them off on their own?” Fred asked, wrapping an arm around your waist as you walked. 

“Seriously?”, you cocked an eyebrow up at him, leaning into his grasp. The girls were already a few metres ahead of you, bounding through the crowds.

“Yeah,” he responded coolly, “they know the place like the back ‘a their hands. They grew up here, y/n.” He was walking at a calm, breezy pace, seemingly forgetting that this was the last time you’d see your daughters for an extended period of time… until Christmas at least. 

“I don’t know, Freddie,” you spoke reluctantly, the thought behind your words evident.  “It’s a special day, we should stay with them.”

Fred silently agreed, nodding as he walked. The four of you went in and out of each shop, the girls stopping to admire the various wonders held within each. 

“Look at this!” Cassie exclaimed, admiring the ostentatious, advanced-skill telescope before her. She peered her eye in the wrong end and let out an exaggerated “Wow!” in reaction. You chuckled as you ruffled her hair and walked past.

“I think we should stick with something simpler, love,” you reminded as you walked over to Callie, who was selecting her phials. “Crystal, eh?” you acknowledged her over her shoulder, causing her to startle slightly. You chuckled and placed a hand on her shoulder. “May look nicer,” you began, “but glass will last longer. Don’t want to have to buy a new set next year.” She nodded and grabbed the glass set instead. 

With scales, cauldrons, phials, and telescopes in hand, the four of you headed out of the first store and back into the bustling chaos of the street. You and Fred quickly apparated the supplies back home before guiding the girls into Madam Malkin’s for uniforms. 

After not twenty minutes, you realised this would be the most daunting part of the day.

“But whyyy is it all black?” Cassie groaned, picking up her winter cloak. You opened your mouth to respond, but Callie beat you to it.

“Because,” she began, her face pointed, “it shows uniformity and professionalism. This is a school, not a funhouse,” she said matter-of-factly before wandering off. Your eyes widened in awe and confusion before guiding Cassie to the gloves section.

Fred leaned down to her, whispering, “Don’t worry, love, I hated the uniforms too.” He winked.

“But daddy!”, she giggled, “that was so long ago! You haven’t been to school in ages!”

Fred brought his hand up to clutch his chest and his face contorted in mock offense. “How dare you!” he jokingly gasped, “I will have you know it has only been…” he paused for a moment, eyes darting back and forth as he counted in his head, “seventeen years since I’ve graduated!” His look of ‘ha! I’ll show her!’ quickly turned into a look of ‘Merlin, am I that old?’ as he scoffed and walked off. You chuckled and helped Cassie finish up her selections. 

Hours later, countless books carried, and galleons spent, it was time for the much awaited wand selections. The girls were practically jumping for joy as they skipped towards Ollivander’s. They got mere steps in the door before they stopped dead in their tracks, heads tilted upward and mouths open in awe. The both gasped as they spun around, taking in the sights around them. It had never occurred to you how amazing the sight truly was. Boxes upon boxes stacked on every available surface, ladders flying about the room and wands floated about, excited wizards grasping their very first wands for the very first time. It was truly intimidating and astounding all at once.

You and Fred each placed your hands on the girls shoulders, guiding them within the shop to the front counter. You took in a deep sigh, awaiting the long, enduring process ahead. 

            The girls looked on in amazement as they were asked questions before their wands found them. After many moments, anxious waiting from you and Fred, and the girls bouncing up and down, Callie and Cassie had received their wands. 

            Cassie has been selected by an intricate and unique wand. A nine and a half inch cedar wand with a unicorn hair core and a dainty, intricate swirled carving down the length of the hilt. 

            Callie had been selected by a stoic, powerful wand. Eleven inches, hawthorn wood, and a dragon heartstring core made up the fierce and daunting wand adorned with runes along the length. 

            You felt tears prick at your eyes as you wrapped an arm around Fred’s shoulders. Remembering your own wand selection, how overjoyed and nervous you were; awaiting the new chapter ahead. He placed a kiss to your head as the two of you rejoined the girls, congratulating them and guiding them out of the shop.

***

Hours later, after checking in on the store and finally heading home, the girls got set on packing. It was just as much of a chaotic mess as you’d expect.

“Cassie, that's my jumper!” Callie shrieked, taking the garment from her twin.

“No it isn’t!” Cassie shot back. “It has a ‘C’ on it!,” she grabbed the jumper back, “it’s mine!” Fred was snickering in the corner, watching the whole thing play out.

“Both our names start with a ‘C’ you daft bim-,” 

“Calliope!”, you shouted when you came into the room at just the right time. “You do not call your sister names!” You weren’t particularly mad, but you were yelling. “It is her sweater,” you explained, “yours are blue, Cassie’s are purple.” You huffed as you stared down at them. Tensions were high and you didn’t get like this often, they just sat staring up at you. Callie rolled her eyes and went back to her packing while Cassie snickered and turned back to her own.

Fred had a smirk on his face that was quickly gone when you walked over to him. “Alright, love?”, he tested.

“Clearly not,” you groaned, walking out of the room.

***

“Hey, love?” Fred asked from the corner of the room. The girls had long since gone to bed, and you were curled up on the couch with a book.

“Hmm?”, you responded, sitting up on the couch to face him. 

He sat behind you and pulled you into his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he breathed in your sweet scent and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Can we talk about earlier?”

“What about?”

“You got pretty upset with the girls. Perhaps unreasonably so?” His arms squeezed tighter and you could hear the hesitation in his voice. 

“They were arguing, Fred. Perhaps unreasonably so,” you lightly chuckled, “Callie called her sister a bimbo, Fred.” The agitation was evident in your tone.

“Well, yeah, but I think you overreacted just a touch, love.” His fingers came to play with your own. The sly git knew just what to do to calm you down, trying his hardest to avoid a fight.

“Overreacted?” the annoyance was evident, but your tone remained level. “I don’t know about you, but I won’t have our daughters treat each other that way. At least not in this house.”

“That’s just sibling banter, love,” he placed another kiss to your head as he felt you tense in his lap. “I know you don’t have experience with that, but trust me it’s normal, especially for twins.” He expected another retort, and was considerably confused when he felt you shaking. 

You sighed and began to cry lightly. “What if they won’t be okay without us?” The tears streamed down your face as worse-case scenarios ran through your head. 

Fred gripped your hips and turned you around so that you were seated on his lap, fully facing him. His thumbs gently wiped away tears as his hands cupped your face. “Love,” he whispered, gazing directly into your eyes. He needn’t say more, his soft visage seeming to touch your soul. You’d had the conversation countless times before, and the words didn’t need to be said again. Deep down you knew that the twins would be perfectly fine on your own. But your motherly instinct and need to constantly protect them continued to overshadow and cloud your judgement. Fortunately your strong, doting husband was constantly there for you to calm all of your fears with just one look or the touch of his hands.

The tears stopped and your breathing steadied as you leaned into him. You came to rest yourself on his chest, legs stretching out across him. He ran his hands up and down your back, occasionally coming to brush through your hair, and you buried yourself in his chest. You were nearly asleep when you felt him gently drum his fingers on your hips. “We should head up to bed, love,” he whispered as his hands lightly gripped your hips.

You hummed against him, mind in agreement but body remaining steadfast against your husband. He chuckled lightly as he stood up and held you in his arms. He carried you upstairs and into your bed, where he nuzzled up next to you and held you close. His strong arms wrapped around you as you relaxed and warmed to his touch. You both quickly drifted off to sleep, both in complete adoration for one another.

***

The day finally came where you’d have to say goodbye to the twins. You and Fred woke up early, prepared to have to drag the girls out of bed, but you should’ve known better because they ended up waking you at an ungodly hour.

You and Fred prepared a final family breakfast for the girls. A full English was passed around, along with jokes, memories, and a few held back tears on your part. After breakfast, you and Fred helped the girls gather their trunks, cases, and bags and bring them downstairs. Before apparating away, you were sure to give them a quick chat.

“Now girls,” you began, crouching down to their height and taking a soft, maternal tone, “it’s going to be very busy at the station, so you need to stay by me or daddy at all times.” One twin rolled her eyes, the other flashed an awkward smile. “I’m serious,” you pressed, but while smiling at the girls, “I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“We know, mummy,” they responded in unison. You and Fred chuckled as you each took one girl’s hand and apparated to King’s Cross Station.

Upon arrival the girls stoop, mouths agape. “It’s huge!”, mused Cassie.

“That it is,” responded Callie. They stood in amazement a few moments longer as you and Fred tried to guide them inside.

“Just you wait, ladies,” he began, “the fun is just beginning.” He winked at you as the four of you entered the main building of the station.

Callie glanced down at her ticker. “Platform nine and… three quarters?” She looked up at you and Fred in confusion.

“Have you learned nothing of magical history?” Fred tsked jokingly. “Platform nine and three quarters is how we get to the…” he leaned down to whisper, “Hogwarts Express.”

Callie didn’t seem convinced, but continued nonetheless. Cassie, however, lit up with absolute glee.

The four of you got to the brick wall of Platform 9 3/4 and the girls once again looked around in awe and amusement. They were both about to question the absurdity of it all when they saw an older wizard zoom past and straight into the wall, followed by his parents who exchanged warm smiles with you and Fred. You quickly explained the process to the nervous looking girls. 

You and Fred gave them a quick chat, convincing them that absolutely nothing bad could happen. You took Cassie’s hand, Fred took Callie’s, and you prepared to cross over. You and Cassie went first, followed by Fred and Callie. You and Fred exchanged warm smiles and a small kiss on the other side, forgetting the exciting rush of crossing the platform. “Haven’t done that in seventeen years,” he mused. The girls were absolutely speechless as they took in the sights around them. Wizards roamed everywhere. Spells were shot about from those old enough, siblings pushed about their carts together, and there was an abundance of nervous first-years looking just like your twins.

“That was fun!” Cassie exclaimed, “We should do that again.” You and Fred both chuckled as you guided the girls through the crowd and over to Bill and Fleur, whose oldest daughter was the only other Weasley child old enough to attend Hogwarts yet. 

The four of you chatted for a bit while Callie and Cassie acquainted themselves with Victoire, who was already in her third year. Wizards were filing on the train at a steady pace, saying their goodbyes and finding their friends. Victoire said a swift goodbye to Bill and Fleur before heading to the train, promising to save space for the twins. Bill chuckled as he watched her leave. “Clearly it gets easier,” he smiled at you and Fred before him and Fleur took a few steps back to give the four of you some time.

Fred knelt down to the girls, tears already pricking at his eyes. “Calliope, Cassiopeia,” he spoke at a steady pace, the girls were attentive--not used to hearing their full names, “I love you so, so much and I am immensely proud of you. This is a big step forward, and I have full confidence that you will accomplish great things and make your mother and I very, very proud.” He held back his tears as best as he could, but a few inevitably fell. He gave each girl a kiss on the forehead and a tight hug before giving you a chance with your daughters. 

“Girls,” you smiled as you knelt down as Fred had, “I know I may not be the most pleasant at times, and I may not be your favorite person all the time, but please know how much I truly love you. Everything I do and say, and if I’ve gotten a little mad lately, is all because I’ve been trying to prepare you. I want you to do the best you can and to see you continue to grow into the wonderful young ladies I know you are. Please remember that we love you very much, and we’ll be thinking about you the entire time you’re gone.” You smiled and chuckled through your tears and you wrapped both of the girls in one big hug. 

The four of you said final goodbyes as the girls reluctantly boarded the train. Their cute little heads quickly popped out of one of the nearby windows, their gaze quickly finding you and Fred. And just as promised, they were seated with Victoire. You couldn’t stop your tears as the train began to pull away. Fred wrapped an arm around you and placed a kiss atop your head as the two of you waved goodbye to your girls as the train left the station. You waited until you could no longer see the train to leave, and even then needed some coaxing from Fred. You apparated home where he pulled you into a tight embrace. 

All of your emotions came forth at once. You were sobbing and shaking in the entrance to your home. Fred had his hands wrapped tightly around you and you buried into his neck. Tears streamed from his own eyes as well, both of you a mess of feeling. The two of you stayed that way for a while, processing the new dynamic settling into the home, the new chapter you’d begin, and the uncomfortable silence in the home. No longer were the pitter-patter of little feet, the high pitched giggles of young girls, the bubbling laughter from the four of you at family dinner. Instead there was an uncomfortable, deafening silence bleeding into the room. An uneasy feeling washed over you. Things were surely going to change. You and Fred were alone together for the first time in eleven years, and maybe it wouldn’t be exactly as you’d hoped.

[xyliane]

book of secrets 3: with a scream

notes: it’s not so much that there’s a plot to this whole...thing, it’s just I like magic systems and I love figuring them out and also killugon is very good. G, killugon, minor issues with sand (monsters). 520 words

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The next Door has to be on the other side of the sand dunes. Time is always weird in the half-formed lands that make up these strange worlds that are more roads than real places, but he’s been at this long enough to know he should have found the Door by now. Killua had expected hiking—Ikalgo always had good info, and the octopod had managed to look exasperated when Killua refused to leave well enough alone—but mountains made of sand were not what he wanted. He can imagine it now, still picking sand out of his boots and his pack weeks down the line. He’s not even coming out in the clear on this, the number of Doors to open costing more than anything he’ll earn.

The twin suns bear down overhead, air unbearably still. The only sound is Killua’s breath and occasional muttered curse, the gentle crunch of sand under his boots. In the sandy heat, Killua can practically hear his skin peeling. But he’ll take the endless burning quiet over whatever might happen if the night comes. Or worse, if the silence breaks.

Another dune the size of a small skyscraper, and Killua stops. He doesn’t risk putting his pack down, but at least he can grab a drink and reorient himself. The water is cool, and he nearly swallows half the bottle before putting it away. Can’t risk too much, if he’s misjudged the route this badly.

Still sure he’s close (and if he’s not, Ikalgo owes him big), he half-closes his eyes and spins in a slow circle. The Book of Secrets is all too easy to imagine, this page memorized for years, when he would get lost in far worse places than sand. The charm on his bracelet hums in response, runes flaring with a chill as he rotates towards his destination.

Ah. There it is.

Not that it matters, because a Door the next dune over opens with the earshattering silence of worlds meeting. Gon tumbles out of it, a grin on his face and a shout on his lips.

“Killua!” he bellows.

The sand rumbles with the hunger of a sleeping god, and Killua bursts into a sprint. “Why are you here!”

His best friend shrugs. “I found a shortcut,” he calls, and opens the Book. A black line forms in the sand next to him, shimmering with faint golden light.

The dunes shake horribly, and Killua tries to will himself to move faster. What had Ikalgo said lives here again? He’d left his sword three worlds back, sure this would be easy, there wouldn’t be sand monsters—

But Gon always finds ways to make things harder. Make things more interesting. And whatever Door he’s opened, it’s inviting nightmares for the right.

“You are a dumbass, Gon Freecss!” he shouts. He doesn’t need to look behind to know that something is coming out of the sand.

Gon beams down at him, smile brighter than the sun. “I love you too!” he shouts back. He shields his eyes against the suns with the hand not holding open the Book and squints. “Oh, that’s not good.”

“No shit!”

<< || masterpost || >>

[heroes-across-realms]

Emmaran Pantheons

This is a simple masterpost for myself to help structurilize the various races gods and ethos, along with various beings that can be considered god-like or suitable as warlock patrons. All gods are applicable with similar cleric domains, paladin oaths, and so on. Plenty can be argued with to work.

Endel / Iskartium Human

Sola, sun goddess and head of pantheon.

Lund, moon god and protector of humanity.

Textic, god of time and magic.

Naut, god of elements.

Kharn, god of war itself.

Morgana, goddess of death and passing.

Cernnona, goddess of nature and the hunt.

Athera, goddess of craft, strategy, and valor.

Khath, god of reckless slaughter.

Khaven, god of conquest and subjugation.

Creed, god of law and oaths.

Tryn, god of the seas and storms.

Tarren, god of merchants and commerce.

Cauldren, god of craft.

Secta, goddess of secrets and plots.

Dwarf and Gnome

Murinr, sleeping god of dwarven kind. Crafter of the dwarves.

Vidmar, god of runes, secrets, and magic.

Hergi, goddess of hearth, home, and revelry.

Broni, god of war and mountains.

Skari, goddess of the sky and air.

Groanr, god of the hunt and defender against orcs.

Braamir, god of rams and shepherds.

Fafniki, god of treachery, oathbreaking, avarice, and lies.

Helengi, goddess of death, owner of broken souls, the sick, and oathbreakers.

Elf and Halfling

Orberian, god of starlight and magic.

Eporriana, goddess of equestrianism, springs, fertility, marriage, and sunshine.

Lilith, goddess of darkness, lies, and spiders.

Catvs, god of the dark, ravens, and patron to male dark elves.

Cas'perian, god of winter and war.

Avtm'nos, god of fall and the harvest.

As'trelia, goddess of summer and love.

Tess'iana, goddess of spring and storm.

Cv'han, god of heroes and stories.

Baachadian, god of wilderness, revelry, wine, and passion.

Telmach, twin deities of death, passing, and memory.

Old Faith Humans / Half Elves

Stag, guardian of the forest.

Bear, guardian of home and family.

Storm Eagle, master of sky and trials. Patron god of Kayle.

Wolf, huntress of foes.

Owl, keeper of secrets.

Salmon, the traveler.

Spider, liar and deceiver.

Ram, mountain lord and sentinel.

Raven, observer of the world.

Goliath Titans

Goliath, unlike their dwarven and gnomish cousins, see the mountains themselves as gods. Each mountain range is a titan, a powerful one in fact.

Jor, the Dragonhorn

Vamar, the Shatterspines

Nir, the Dread Hills

Firg-Brah, the Jotunsteppes

Beastkin Gods

Beastkin gods are fae in nature, so they can work for evil aligned archfey pacts or fiends, as they’re borderline demonic.

God of Bones, god of death. Harpy patron.

God of Foul Winds, god of dark magic and decay. Lycanthrotrop and shaman patron.

God of Wrath, god of war and conquest. Minotaur patron.

God of Hunger, god of slaughter and starvation. Gnoll patron.

God of Blasphemy, converter god and the speaker of dark agendas. Patron to satyrs and centaurs.

Orc / Goblin / Ogre / etc.

Grimm, god of war and father of orckin.

Hassrath, goddess of magic, fertility, and home.

Torg, god of stonework and craft. Father of large orckin.

Jazmak, goddess of secrets, drink, and nature. Mother of goblins.

Hegarim, god of beasts and the hunt.

Jor'roq, god of metalworking, strategy, and war. Father of hobgoblins and bugbears.

Demons

The distinction between fiends doesn’t exist in Emmara. All demons choose to act as they see fit to serve their lord, some crave wanton slaughter, while others enjoy playing in the lives of mortals.

Wrought, lord of undeath, decay, and death. Desires a universe of the silent dead.

Ze’hak, the lord of serpents, bribery, pacts, cheats, and schemes. Demands the subjugation of all mortal races through his pacts. 

Borrengolop, creator of slimes, molds, fungal growth. Wishes for the entropy of all living things.

Gilenat and Kegalish, lord and lady of unending war and fury. Both seek the other’s destruction, and to the winner goes the spoils of the mortal realm.

Pariah, entity of the pure chaos and secrets of magic, along with paranoia. All magic flows through it, and while not outright malevolent, guards it’s knowledge viciously.

Neraphael, lady of pleasure, excess, desires, ambitions, and tragedy. The mortal realm is her stage, and she is it’s bard. Desires to see the mighty fall low, and the dastardly to rise.

Others

Below are things scholars can’t quite classify as gods or demons, but still hold immense power. Can serve as Great Old Ones or other eldritch beings.

Old Seamus of the Sea, fairytale figure who protects sailors and lost ships.

The Warden, patron of the city of Argos. Cult binds all races to it’s will.

Maven, Carethian goddess and patron protector. Demands tribute and veneration in exchange for boons of magic and power to her ‘chosen loves’.

Arcane, magic itself gives dragons and their creations power. Uniquely, only draconian beings seem to be able to forge this connection.

The Grand Order, Ardennen human ethos of chivalry, law, human dominance, and a greater good. Godless ideology. Individuals who prove themselves in one or more tenets of the Order can ascend to Sainthood, earning demigod-like powers and strength.