#30 day witchcraft challenge

[vanillabean-13draws]

Milkytober day 2 Mushroom Witch

[seospicybin]

SEOSPICY TIMETABLE.

DEC 6

TOO CROWDED. (A new chapter of The Crowd series) Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Years of marriage haven’t fully prepared Minho for the arrival of a new family member or the changes that come with his growing family. As he navigates these new challenges, he realizes that love and family are constantly evolving in ways he never expected.

DEC 13

I PUT A SPELL ON YOU TOO. (The second part of I Put A Spell On You) Hyunjin x reader. (s,a)

Synopsis: Having a common enemy, you and Hyunjin work together to secure your futures. With your witchcraft, the plan sets in motion, the boundaries between right and wrong blur, and secrets begin to unravel, leaving you and Hyunjin bound by more than just circumstance.

DEC 20

THE FUCKBOY NEXT DOOR: Final Part. Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: When a new fuckboy, Minho, moves into the building, Chan’s sense of security is shaken. Minho’s flirtatious confidence and bold claim to win you over rattles Chan, igniting a rivalry. As Chan struggles to defend his relationship, he’s forced to confront his insecurities while proving his worth to you.

DEC 27

THE BABYSITTER: Final Part. Hyunjin x reader x Felix. (s,f,a)

Synopsis: You find a home away from home while caring for Aster, the lively son of Felix and Hyunjin and what begins as a temporary job blossoms into an unforgettable bond with a family that changes your life. But after graduation comes a difficult choice: pursue your dreams or stay with the people who’ve come to mean the world to you.

DEC 30

SEOSPICY WRAPPED '24

Recap and statistics of Seospicy fics in the year of 2024.

DEC 31

NEPTUNE. Hyunjin x reader. (s,a)

Synopsis: In a distant future where an app can predict your death, a retired dancer and an ambitious swimmer cross path by chance. With their final day looming, they choose to share it together, finding unexpected connection in the fleeting hours they have left.

[fanovember]

Fanovember 2024 prompt list

(Written list below the line)

We decided to go through literary genres this time, although you can fit the prompt however you please (by using the literal word in your piece, a small reference, or writing in the style of that prompt!)

→We'll be posting some ideas every day to spark creativity if any prompt in particular doesn't work well for you. Although you don't have to complete the challenge 100% (I won't, more on that later)

→There's no limit on extension at all, whatever you need will be fine. (At least 200 words was the initial idea, but I, for instance, sometimes need less)

→You can write in any language you want, we'll repost anyway. It's also valid if you mix languages! (I'll use Spanish since the media I've chosen is originally in that language)

→Arists are welcome too, of course!

→Some people suggested creating an Ao3 Collection for this challenge and we have listened carefully (also had some help from @prettysophist, tysm again!) So here it is! Fanovember 2024 Ao3 Collection is now available for all of you. Remember to tag and categorize your works correctly so people can find what they'r looking for/avoid anything they don't want to read. Be nice!

→Remember to mention this blog @fanovember and use any (or all) of these tags both here and on Ao3:

#fanovember

#fanovember 2024

#fanovember 24

→Needless to say, this event does NOT allow AI generated content of any kind. We want to see the most human of arts and writings

Personally, I don't think I'm completing the full list, as I'm absolutely surpassed by daily responsibilities. But since Softober went well, I'll choose 12 or 13 of the prompts that appeal to me the most and write those throughout the month. You can do whatever works best for you too, we don't want you to feel pressured by any means.

Choose your fandom (or fandoms) and start creating! Let's have some fun!!

Fanovember 2024

01. Romance

02. Short story

03. Terror

04. Adventure

05. Art

06. Retelling

07. Historical

08. Journal

09. Theatre

10. Witchcraft

11. Religion

12. Fantasy

13. Astrology

14. Mithology

15. Poetics

16. Reality show

17. Press

18. Urban fantasy

19. Film/Movie

20. Family

21. Music

22. Epistolary

23. Sci-fi

24. Autobiography

25. Cuisine

26. Dance

27. Board games

28. Classic

29. Triller

30. Flash-fiction

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Practical Magic - November Spell A Day Challenge

This spell challenge is designed to increase your day-to-day witchcraft, and introduce spells into problems you might normally rely entirely on mundane solutions for. (Please continue to use medicine and be responsible! Magic is in addition to, not instead of, mundane solutions)

Day 1 | Spell | Lost

Day 2 | Sigil | Remember

Day 3 | Potion | Hangover

Day 4 | Divination | Decision

Day 5 | Glamour | Respect

Day 6 | Spell | Motivation

Day 7 | Charm | Job

Day 8 | Shower | Headache

Day 9 | Spell | Listen 

Day 10 | Sigil | Protection

Day 11 | Hex | Apology

Day 12 | Ward | Guests

Day 13 | Spell | Money

Day 14 | Divination | Dinner

Day 15 | Charm | Pain 

Day 16 | Bath | Anxiety

Day 17 | Sigil | Shield

Day 18 | Potion | Focus

Day 19 | Glamour | Clean

Day 20 | Sigil | Warm

Day 21 | Spell | Sex

Day 22 | Hex | Gossip

Day 23 | Spell | House

Day 24 | Ward | Family

Day 25 | Spell | Leftovers

Day 26 | Sigil | Call

Day 27 | Glamour | Gender

Day 28 | Sigil | Study

Day 29 | Charm | Doctor

Day 30 | Spell | Habits

[fortisfilia]

Promised Part 16 - Tom Riddle x reader

Info: This is a rewrite of a story I've posted on my old account years ago. If it sounds familiar, that might be why :)

Summary: In this story, Tom didn't grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader's sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Warnings: Arranged marriage, physical fights, mentions of torture (brief), blood and violence, character death. Read with care!

Word count: 4k

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 15 | Part 17

Part 16 - 30 June 1945

The N.E.W.T.s had gone by so quickly, it felt like all the preparations, all those years in Hogwarts and all the worries they had brought, had been of utmost exaggeration. Of course, they had been challenging, but what the Professors had said about them in advance, how hard and draining they would be, how nervous every student had been, made it even more curious afterwards. It had only taken a few days after all. Some days of your life, which would most likely be forgotten in a few years. Just like any other week. And all that fuss for that? Well, at least they were over.

Tom, Camille and you had passed most classes with the highest grades. Freda had gotten some outstanding grades as well and even Avery and Lestrange had qualified, if only barely. The final evening in the Great Hall was filled with a strange kind of melancholy for the students of year seven. You had done it, all of you. Seven years in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was like your first year had only gone by moments ago, you could practically still feel the sorting hat sitting on top of your head. But alas, all good things come to an end.

Final points were given to all of the houses and, to most people’s surprise, Hufflepuff won the cup. Everyone knew headmaster Dippet favoured Slytherin and Tom and Freda had surely given their own house a few extra points here and there, but Avery and Lestrange’s robbery from Slughorn had cost Slytherin too many points to recover from. All Hufflepuffs were overwhelmed with joy and Ben even ran over from the Gryffindor table to kiss Camille on the cheek while she celebrated.

Walking through the halls one last time was strange, you couldn’t fathom that you would leave the castle ultimately. It had grown to be everyone’s second home and it would always remain so in your heart. Sadly, there wasn’t a lot of time for grief, as the antidote for Mors Grano was finally ready and waited to be filled into a flask to be used the following day. Tomorrow, June 30th would be your wedding day. A day you had dreaded but still couldn’t wait for. A day that was about to change everything.

And there you were. In an old chapel north of Ramsbury, a small muggle town, where no one knew who you were. The Gaunts had chosen the place themselves and had only told your family where to go the day of, most likely to make sure you couldn’t plan to mess with them.

The chapel was dull, as was everything else there. No guests, not even a priest or a registrar to wed the two of you. Marvolo had told you that he was to do it himself. The place was so small, it wouldn’t have even fit a lot of people, but you still wished that at least Camille could have been there to witness. And so, with a heavy heart, you stood in the tiny side room, where Mother’s wedding dress waited to be put on, while Elsie, your parents and the Gaunts waited in the chapel.

“You alright?” Tom asked as he fixed his tie in front of the mirror.

You watched him as you approached the dress, your fingers brushing over the silk skirt. He looked great in his tailored black suit, white shirt and dark green tie, there was no way of denying it. Freda Morris would have been just as green with envy if she had seen him, but still, not everything was about looks.

“I’m alright,” you said and took another look at the dress. “I have to change now. Put this thing on.”

“I’ll give you some privacy in a minute.” He turned to the table in the corner where a few things had been gathered, including a box he had put there. “I brought someone.”

He pulled off the top and you peaked inside. “Nagini! Marvolo allowed for you to take her here?”

“He doesn’t know,” Tom shrugged. “And it would be better if it stayed that way.”

“I see,” you said as you reached out your hand for the snake to smell you. “Well, at least one of my friends is here.”

Tom wore an unreadable expression when he closed the box again, his lips thin as he nodded slightly. “Do you have the antidote with you?”

“Yes,” you answered and pulled it out from your pocket. The flask was the size of your palm, small and translucent. The potion inside shone through the glass like a silver and lilac gloss.

“Alright then,” he said. “Give it to your sister as soon as you can. I’ll wait outside with the others.”

When he closed the door behind himself you heard Marvolo nagging about what was taking so long, urging for you to hurry. The bastard made everything about himself again, even on your wedding day, which should have been the happiest day of your life. You pulled the dress off the hanger with force, put it on and used your wand to adjust it here and there to make it fit better. When you looked into the mirror, it felt like staring at a stranger’s reflection. The dress was beautiful, but you didn’t come close to what a happy bride should look like. Hair and makeup had been done in a hurry, nothing was as perfect as it could have been. No traditions, no extended family or friends, not even a banquet. But what had you expected? It was clear from the beginning that the wedding wouldn’t be anything like you had dreamed of since you were little. It didn’t have to be like this though. Not as marginal, not as a means to an end.

Three hard knocks on the door pulled you out of your thoughts. “Are you done yet?” Marvolo’s muffled voice called. “Hurry up!”

Desperation turned into annoyance and your eyebrows furrowed even deeper. What did he want now? “I need a minute,” you answered as you opened the door only an inch. “Elsie, Mum, can you help me with my dress?”

Marvolo mumbled a few incomprehensible words while the two walked in. To hell with him, he could wait for five more minutes before he would get what he wanted. And you should get what you wanted too. Right now.

Mother looked you up and down with a smile. “You‘re a beautiful bride, darling. What do you need help with?”

“Come,” you told them quietly and took Elsie by the hand, leading her to the other end of the tiny room, so that the Gaunts wouldn’t hear you. “I have to tell you something.”

The two looked at each other and then back at you, waiting for you to explain.

“I found something out a while back. Tom told me, he showed me. The curse that hit you, Elsie, it wasn’t sent by someone who wanted to attack Father. It wasn’t meant for Father at all.”

Elsie's eyes widened as Mother put a hand on her shoulder. “What do you mean? Why would you tell us that minutes before your wedding?” Mother asked.

“Let me explain,” you went on. “Tom showed me that it was the Gaunts who sent the curse. That’s why they found a cure so quickly. And why they didn’t heal her completely.”

Mother gasped faintly as her hand wandered up to her chest. “You mean…”

“Yes. They chose Elsie specifically so we would agree to their pact.”

“I… I can’t believe it,” Mother mumbled.

“They made me sick?” Elsie asked, her eyes as big and round as marbles. “On purpose?”

You nodded.

“But why haven’t you told us sooner?” Mother asked. “We could have-”

“I did as much as I could without attracting too much attention. Tom and I, we both assumed that the Gaunts wouldn’t even lift Elsie’s curse after the wedding. And even if they did, I wouldn’t trust them enough to let her drink anything that they would give to her again. So we brewed the antidote ourselves.”

You pulled out the flask and held it up in the air. Mother took it and examined it for a moment. “You brewed that?”

“Yes. Elsie, take it right now. You will be healed completely then and the Gaunts won’t notice anything.”

“Are you sure it’s safe?” Mother asked. “And what then? What are you going to do?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s safe. And then,” you looked at the door to the chapel and heaved a sigh. “Then I’ll get married. Stick to the plan.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Mother said as she handed Elsie the flask.

“Would you rather have her drink something that Morfin brewed up? If he would give her anything at all.”

“You’re right,” she said and shook her head.

“Quick Elsie,” you urged. “Drink up and we’ll be ready to go.”

Elsie nodded as she pulled the cork off the flask, then put her lips around the opening and took a small sip. She scrunched up her face into a grimace. “Gross.”

“Sorry, princess. They don’t make recipes for strawberry flavoured antidotes yet. Now drink it.”

Elsie exhaled sharply, then threw her head back and let the liquid pour into her mouth. One swig, two. She had it down almost completely when suddenly the door flew open.

“Excuse me, ladies, what is taking you so long?” Marvolo asked, standing in the door frame, with Morfin, Father and Tom behind him. Marvolo stared at Elsie, who was just gulping down the last drops from the flask. “What is that? What did you give her?”

The three of you froze, staring back at Marvolo and the other men. Shit.

“Just her vitamins,” you said. “To make sure she’s well for the ceremony.”

“No, no,” Marvolo huffed as he walked in. “Give me that.” He took the flask from Elsie’s hand and brought it to his nose. “Morfin, come here.”

Morfin entered the room as well, took a look at the empty flask and smelled it. Father and Tom took several steps in too, filling up the room almost completely.

“Stop,” Marvolo ordered and held his hand up to Father and Tom. “I didn’t tell you to come in.” The two halted and remained standing by the door. “Now, son. What is it?”

Morfin inspected the remaining liquid inside the flask, shaking it to see the single droplets hanging inside the vial. One side of his mouth pulled up into a ghastly smirk before he spoke through gritted teeth, “Mors Grano antidote.”

Marvolo brought his hand up to his neck, fumbling on the chain that hung there. That must have been where he carried their own flask with the unfinished antidote. It was still there, which visibly confused him. He remained calm, wouldn’t dare to show that he didn’t know how you had done it, though his eyes had turned dark.

“You little bitch,” he spat. “Morfin, take the child.”

Morfin did as he was told, quicker than any of you could have reacted and pulled Elsie to the middle of the room by the hand, then stepped behind her, one hand around her neck, his wand in his other one, pointed right at Elsie’s head.

Mother cried out when she saw what had happened to her daughter and turned to walk over to her, while Father ran towards Morfin and Elsie as well.

“Stupefy!” Marvolo called, his wand directed at Father, who fell to the ground immediately.

“How dare you, Gaunt,” Mother screamed, voice breaking, as she approached Morfin. “Let my daughter go!“

“Oh please,” Marvolo merely sighed, raising an eyebrow. With a swing of his wand Mother was knocked out as well, her body crashing to the ground with a thud. “I would have spared you, woman,” he said and shook his head. “Forced me to do it.” His eyes met yours as he used his wand again and with one swift motion, whisked your parents’ unconscious bodies to the corner of the room. “I told you not to step in. No one’s making a move now unless I tell them to.”

Silent tears ran down Elsie’s cheeks, who was still captured between Morfin’s hand and his wand. You had managed to pull out your own wand during the turmoil and looked over at Tom in the doorframe, who had done the same.

Marvolo noticed the looks you exchanged and heaved a bitter laugh. “You two, eh? Partners in crime? And what do you think you’re doing there, girl? With your wand out. Do you really think you can defeat me with your schoolbook magic?”

You gripped your wand tighter to prevent your hand from shaking, swallowed down thickly and frowned. There were a million things you wanted to say, thousands of curse words you could have called him, but Morfin still had Elsie between his fingers. “Don’t you underestimate me, Marvolo.”

He clicked his tongue, let his head fall back and laughed wholeheartedly. “Oh, juveniles. Graduated a day ago and think they’ll conquer the world. Well, I got some bad news for you then. But first, you’re going to tell me how you’ve found out about Mors Grano. And how you got a hold of an antidote that isn’t ours.”

You didn’t answer and only looked at Elsie, who breathed rapidly, her hands holding on to Morfin’s grip around her neck.

“I see,” Marvolo sighed and turned his head towards the door. “Tom, would you give us the honour then? Come, stand next to your bride.”

Tom walked over silently and placed himself next to you, his hand gripping yours.

“Oh look at that,” Marvolo feigned. “Tragically in love. Now, Tom, explain.”

Tom didn’t answer, only held your hand a bit tighter and you could feel something cold inside of it, something metallic, perhaps.

“No?” Marvolo asked. “You don’t want to tell us? Well, then we’ll have to motivate you. Morfin, go ahead.”

Morfin grinned but didn’t point his wand at Elsie anymore. Instead, he pointed it right at you. “Crucio!”

The pain that rushed through you was unbearable from the moment it had started. Falling to your knees, you opened your mouth to scream but couldn’t hear the sounds that escaped you over the static ringing in your ears. A million knives must have pierced your body at once, and they scraped off your skin with rusty blades inch by inch, while your head hammered and stung as if a lightning bolt had struck right into it. Your vision had left you from the pain, everything around you had gone white and you only heard scraps of conversation between the all-consuming buzz that rumbled between your ears. Tom was begging them to stop, you assumed, but couldn’t concentrate on his words, as the pain threatened to crack your skull.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. You opened your eyes slowly, blinked a couple of times when your perception came back and felt a small hand on your cheek. Elsie kneeled above you, next to Tom.

“What happened?” you asked, your voice hoarse, while you sat up groggily.

Marvolo was still standing in his spot, looking down at Morfin, who lay on the ground, holding his leg with both hands. And attached to his thigh, was Nagini, pressing her fangs into him through his trousers.

“Nagini,” you whispered and as soon as you had said her name, the snake let go of Morfin and retracted.

“She crawled out of her box when he hit you with the curse,” Tom said quietly. “And bit him before they could have noticed.”

Tom helped to get you on your feet again and even though your legs were still shaky from the Cruciatus Curse, you stood in front of Elsie, to shield her from the Gaunts.

Morfin winced in pain and held his leg. Nagini’s venom spread quickly, Morfin’s thigh was twitching on its own. “Father,” he whined. “I need treatment. Help me get home.”

Marvolo looked down at his son, lips parted with an expression of sheer revulsion on his face. “Do you think I have time to take care of your little injuries right now? Suck it up.”

“But… But Father, I can’t feel my leg anymore,” Morfin panted. “I might die when the venom reaches my heart.”

Marvolo sighed and bumped his foot against Morfin’s leg, to which his son screamed. “Then leave.”

Morfin nodded, it must have taken all of his remaining strength not to pass out, and closed his eyes before he apparated, leaving only a few drops of blood on the floor behind.

“Now back to you,” Marvolo said and looked at Tom as if nothing more than a minor inconvenience had just occurred. “Don’t you dare lie to me. You know I can kill everyone in this room within a second.”

Tom still didn’t answer and placed himself in front of Elsie and you, which made Marvolo laugh again.

“Oh, boy. You’d sacrifice yourself? For this family and not your own? I know I’ve raised you differently. You’re a disgrace.”

“You want me to tell you everything?” Tom asked. “Then let me come closer, so I can share all of my secrets.”

Marvolo remained unimpressed at the thought - there was no spell he couldn’t counter. So he rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Come as close as you want, son. But keep your wand up, where I can see it.”

And so Tom went. One step, two, three, four, until he was face to face with his Grandfather. Marvolo still eyed Tom’s wand, gripping his own tightly. And then, Tom moved his other hand abruptly, jerking it toward Marvolo’s abdomen once. You couldn’t see from where you stood and only noticed when Marvolo looked down himself and opened his mouth.

“Imperio,” Tom said quietly while Marvolo collapsed.

Now that you could see what he had done, you put your hands over Elsie’s eyes, holding them closed. Marvolo was bleeding from his stomach and Tom held a bloody knife in his wandless hand.

“I’m just making sure you can’t apparate,” Tom said. “Like uncle did. The coward. I want to see how you die.”

Marvolo looked up at Tom, opened his mouth but didn’t say anything, tears edging on the corners of his eyes.

“No. You don’t get to talk now,” Tom went on. “Never again. You’re going to listen. And I’m even going to tell you what you wanted to hear. I found a way to tell her what you have done to Elsie. I stole Morfin’s book, and we brewed the antidote ourselves. Oh yes, before I forget, we also stole some Banshee tears from Morfin, while you were out. Scrook and Hokey were very helpful. I even learned some new things this year. Some of them from a muggle-born, can you believe? It got me thinking, you purebloods are so concentrated on magic, you wouldn’t even realise when I’d come up to you with a knife in my hand. And I was right. You didn’t. You called me a bastard so often and reminded me that my Father was a muggle. So I thought I’d remind you myself how much of a half-blood I am. Isn’t it awful dying the muggle way? So slowly, so weak.”

Marvolo laid to the side, impacted by the Imperius Curse and opened his mouth, coughing up blood, his eyes half-closed.

“And now, here we are,” Tom whispered. “You did this all to yourself. Good night, Grandfather.”

It took a while until you all had collected yourselves. Mother and Father had woken up some minutes after Marvolo had closed his eyes completely and you had brought Elsie into the chapel, so she wouldn’t have to see the body. Tom, your parents and you hadn’t decided yet what to do with Marvolo. You had thought about leaving him there, or to apparate him to Gaunt manor, where the elves would take care of it.

Mother joined Elsie and you in the chapel, so you took the chance to get some fresh air outside. Only out in the open did you notice that you were still wearing the white dress, now spotted with deep red stains. What scorn of fate it was to watch someone die by your groom’s hand on your wedding day. The door behind you opened again when Tom walked out. He had managed to remain composed better than the rest of you, despite what he had done.

He walked up to you, looking at the ground and only lifted his head when he stood right in front of you. A warm breeze brushed over your skin as the sun was setting. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded. Physically, at least. “I think I am.”

Tom dipped his head once too and loosened his tie. “Are you scared of me after what you’ve seen?”

You looked him in the eyes, tilting your head slightly. His pupils were extended, brows sitting calmly above. “No,” you answered. “I would have done the same if I had to.”

He bit his lip and nodded, hands inside his pockets before he took them out, held you by your waist and kissed you. All the tension and stress seemed to leave your body for a moment, your shoulders finally relaxing and you wished you could hold on to him like this for hours. Tom stayed close for a moment, pressed his forehead against yours and sighed. “So,” he said as he took a step back. “The pact is done with. Elsie is cured. You don’t have to marry me anymore.”

A surprised gasp fell from your lips. You hadn’t even thought about that yet. He was right. “I guess I don’t.”

Tom pushed the tip of his shoe through the gravel, drawing patterns. “But I wanted to know,” he said. “Would you have gone through with it if this had turned out differently? Would you have married me and stayed?”

There was a moment of silence when you thought about it. What answer could anyone give to such a question? You liked him, yes, you would even dare to say you were in love with him. But would you have really married him this quickly if you could have decided yourself?

“Would you?” you asked, to which he smirked. The wind tousled his hair, just like when you had sat with him at the bench back in the Hogwarts’ courtyard. You pulled the engagement ring Marvolo had sent off your finger and handed it to him. “Why don’t you ask me? Properly, I mean.”

Tom’s smirk vanished. He took your hand in his, holding the ring as he inspected you. He opened his mouth but shut it again to clear his throat. Then he asked, “Do you want to marry me?”

A smile formed on your face, one that he didn’t mirror, as long as you wouldn’t answer him. “No,” you said, closing his palm.

Tom’s expression didn’t change, but when you looked closely, you noticed that the size of his pupils had decreased, his brows now hanging in confusion. He still held onto your hand but you could feel him trembling.

“Not yet,” you added, your smile still in place. “Not like this and certainly not today. Not on Marvolo’s terms. Not without my friends and not before we really get to know each other and both decide, on our own, that we want to do it.” You leaned forward, kissed him once and said, “So, ask me again in a year or two?”

And then, the rarest sight of them all, Tom Riddle smiling genuinely, was given to you. He looked so handsome wearing it and with the orange light from the setting sun on his face when he pulled you in.

“I promise I will.”

Masterpost | Masterlist | Part 17

Tags: @ariachaos @daardyrnitta

[dgrailwar]

Round Δ, Day 3 - 'Faker' versus 'Gatekeeper'

"Heh, I've been itchin' to go at you, Gatekeeper. Guardian of the Threshhold, my ass. You're just a lapdog, or is that a 'guard dog'?"

Without a verbal response, the warden Gatekeeper drew her blade in a lightning fast iai, cracking the ground just before the Faker. Faker stepped back, staring at the crack before her mouth split into a wide grin, eyes glinting with maddened excitement.

"Struck a nerve, did I! As a fellow Servant of the two ancients, I challenge you! My True Name is Hephaestion, though even that is but a shadow of the truth! Warden of Hell, meet the power of the drunken god, and the curses passed down from the titan of witchcraft!"

Such was a declaration of war made by the retainer of the Conquering King, she who served the mad god Dionysus and engaged in violence and revelry alike. The epitome of hedonism, standing before the arbiter who had judged countless hedonists. A death sentence, in every sense of the word.

The faker let out a devastating war cry, slamming her spear on the ground as a massive chariot formed near her.

Crimson lightning flared and struck the ground, rending it asunder and scorching it bare, as skeletal beings beginning to claw their way out of the ground and lumber towards the sparrow, who took in a deep breath, sharp eyes reading herself.

"…Ready, Enjaku Battoujutsu Esoteric…the Crimson Vermillion Beni-Enma marches forth!"

The boosts in play are...

Hephaestion: +10%

Vermilion Beni-Enma: +5%

Servant Skills:

Hephaestion (Faker)

For He Is Another Iskandar (Fake) (A Rank): When engaged in a One-on-One, gain a +20% boost, increased to 30% when in a Free-for-All.

High-Speed Divine Words (B Rank): Demerits against her have their effectiveness cut in half. (Note: Skills that 'cut' boosts, such as Gatekeeper's skill, do not count as 'demerits').

Noble Colors - Mystic Eyes of Compulsion (Unranked): Opponents against her are struck with a -10% demerit.

Vermilion Beni-Enma (Gatekeeper)

Suzume Gaeshi - Suzume Rokurin (A Rank): A special technique that punishes the wicked by first cutting their tongues, and then the rest of their bodies. When facing against a Servant of 'non-Lawful Good' alignment, cut their boosts in half.

Faker is categorized as 'Non-Lawful Good'!

Mind's Eye (Fake) (A Rank): When losing against an opponent, if score is within 5% of the opponent above her, avoid taking damage.

Enjaku Battoujutsu Esoteric (EX Rank): Gain a +10% boost to your poll results, increasing by 5% per non-'Lawful Good' aligned enemy present. Additionally, those who fall to Gatekeeper's blade (as in, lose against her in combat) are instantly killed and sent to hell. Such is the fate of the wicked.

[antimony-medusa]

MCYT on Ao3 — May '23

The state of MCYT on Ao3, just for fun. Yes I do this every month, I like numbers. 

The Cube SMP (8 works)

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (10 works)

iDots SMP (14 works)

Legacy SMP (27 works)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (28 works)

Dominion SMP (31 works)

Epic SMP (31 works)

Cogchamp SMP (32 works)

Art of Survival SMP (33 works)

X Life SMP (38 works)

Shady Oaks SMP (39 works)

Area Unknown SMP (49 works)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (50 works)

Bear SMP (54 works)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (55 works)

Magic Animal Club (86 works)

Tortillaland SMP (92 works)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (94 works)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (122 works)

WitchCraft SMP (131 works)

Rats SMP (196 works)

SMPEarth (230 works)

Outsiders SMP (249 works)

SMPLive (266 works)

Yandere High School (Web Series) (332 works)

Mianite (Web Series) (348 works)

Afterlife SMP (364 works)

Evolution SMP (440 works)

MindCrack RPF (490 works)

Fable SMP (629 works)

Karmaland SMP (693 works)

Lifesteal SMP (915 works)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (936 works)

Origins SMP (1,322 works)

Empires SMP (4,791 works)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (6,400 works)

Hermitcraft SMP (15,361 works)

Dream SMP (75,289 works)

Minecraft (Video Game) (107,146 works)

Video Blogging RPF (248,098 works)

Notes:

Everything italicized is new, and there are two new SMPs this month! Last month's post missed the canonization of QSMP by days, and in the interim a LOT of new fics have been posted.

Fics are primarily in English, but now we have three exceptions with significant Spanish fics: Karmaland, Tortilla SMP, and QSMP. QSMP also includes fics in Brazilian Portugese!

We saw a lot more of the smaller fandoms remain static this month, and have less decreases than last month. Lots of 0-fic increases.

The standout of tiny fandoms was SCU, which saw a 13-fic increase, though that might be attributable to people tagging with the new fandom.

Witchcraft SMP was the biggest gainer in small fandoms, with a 30-fic increase, but SMPEarth saw a 26-fic increase and outsiders saw a 14-fic increase. I happen to know that the SMPEarth increase is almost entirely attributable to one person who did a monthly challenge with new fics each day.

QSMP gained so much (816 fics) that I hesitate to categorize it as a mid-size fandom. I am very confident that it's going to break a thousand fics and no longer be Yuletide-eligable by next month. Lifesteal also is coming up on that thousand-fic mark, and though they only saw 51 fics this month, they did see 117 last month, so who knows, maybe they'll be no longer officially a "small fandom" by next month!

With the major fandoms, most SMPs saw a smaller increase than previous months. 3rd Life's 581 didn't beat the previous months 671, Hermitcraft's 604 did beat the previous month's 596, but not by a lot, and DSMP continued to decline sharply with 1,243 fics in contrast to last month's 1,744.

With the exception of QSMP, most fandoms saw a smaller increase than previous months.

Detailed breakdown of increases under the cut.

The Cube SMP (8 works, 8 works last month, 0-work increase)

Slamacow Minecraft Animations (Web Series) (10 works, 10 works last month, 0-fic increase)

iDots SMP (14 works, 14 works last month, 0-fic increase)

Legacy SMP (27 works, 26 works last month, 1-fic increase)

30 Day SMP | Free Trial SMP (28 works, 28 works last month, 0-fic increase)

Dominion SMP (31 works, 31 works last month, 0-fic increase)

Epic SMP (31 works, 31 works last month, 0-fic increase)

Cogchamp SMP (32 works, 31 works last month, 1-fic increase)

Art of Survival SMP (33 works, 30 works last month, 3-fic increase)

X Life SMP (38 works, 37 works last month, 1-fic increase)

Shady Oaks SMP (39 works, 39 works last month, 0-fic increase)

Area Unknown SMP (49 works, 47 works last month, 2-fic increase)

IvoryCello's Prison Escapes (Web Series) (50 works, 50 works last month, 0-fic increase)

Bear SMP (54 works, 54 works last month, 0-fic increase)

100 Hours Hardcore SMP (55 works, 57 works last month, 2-fic decrease.)

Magic Animal Club (86 works, 85 works last month, 1-fic increase)

Tortillaland SMP (92 works, newly canonized)

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe (Web Series) (94 works, 81 works last month, 13-fic increase)

House Builder Gang SMP | HBG SMP (122 works, 122 works last month, 0-fic increase)

WitchCraft SMP (131 works, 101 works last month, 30-fic increase)

Rats SMP (196 works, 191 works last month, 5-fic increase)

SMPEarth (230 works, 204 works last month, 26-fic increase)

Outsiders SMP (249 works, 235 works last month, 14-fic increase)

SMPLive (266 works, 265 works last month, 1-fic increase)

Yandere High School (Web Series) (332 works, 303 works last month, 29-fic increase)

Mianite (Web Series) (348 works, 343 works last month, 5-fic increase)

Afterlife SMP (364 works, 355 works last month, 9-fic increase)

Evolution SMP (440 works, 402 works last month, 38-fic increase)

MindCrack RPF (490 works, 484 works last month, 6-fic increase)

Fable SMP (629 works, 588 works last month, 41-fic increase)

Karmaland SMP (693 works, 680 works last month, 13-fic increase)

Lifesteal SMP (915 works, 864 works last month, 51-fic increase)

QSMP | Quackity SMP (936 works, ~120 fics last month, 816-fic increase)

Origins SMP (1,322 works, 1278 works last month, 44-fic increase)

Empires SMP (4,791 works, 4,471 works last month, 320-fic increase)

3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series (6,400 works, 5,819 last month, 581-fic increase)

Hermitcraft SMP (15,361 works, 14,757 last month, 604-fic increase)

Dream SMP (75,289 works, 74,046 last month, 1,243-fic increase)

Minecraft (Video Game) (107,146 works, 106,444 last month, 702-fic increase)

Video Blogging RPF (248,098 works, 244,330 last month, 3,768-fic increase)

[msweebyness]

MiracOlympus- The 12 Labors of Socqueline

I wanted to make a post about one of my favorite myths, so here we do! @artzychic27 @imsparky2002

Labor 1- Slay the Nemean Lion

The lion’s hide was impenetrable, so Socqueline would have to ditch her weapons. She managed to get her hands around the lion’s neck and snap it. After this, she discovered the lion’s own claws could cut its hide, and from that moment on, she wore its hide as armor.

Labor 2- Slay the Lernaean Hydra

Socqueline confronted the fearsome, nine-headed beast in its swamp home, and provoked it into battle. But each time she cut off one of its heads, two more grew in its place! But Socqueline was a quick thinker, and she lit a torch, using the fire to cauterize the wound when she cut off a head to prevent any more from growing, effectively killing the monster.

Labor 3- Capture one of the Ceryneian Hinds

The Ceryneian hinds were mystical deer with golden horns and brass hooves that were sacred to Juleka, the goddess of the hunt and the forest. Socqueline was smart and didn’t want to just take it, so she prayed to the goddess for permission, which Juleka granted…as long as she could catch one of the swift creatures without hurting it. (These labors were supposed to be challenging, to prove Socqueline’s worth as a hero after all!) It took her over a month, but she succeeded! After presenting it to her uncle, who assigned her the tasks, Socqueline released the deer to return to Juleka.

Labor 4- Capture the Erymanthian Boar

The massive monstrous boar had been terrorizing the people living around Mount Erymanthos for years, and it was so ferocious and determined that no one could stop its rampages. Socqueline finds that not even she can stop the charging boar, and goes to the wise centaur Fu for help. He instructs her to chase the boar into the snow drifts of the mountain, letting it exhaust itself. Socqueline does as she’s told and carries the worn out boar to show her uncle. He’s so afraid of the creature that he hides in an urn until she releases it outside.

Labor 5- Clean the Augean Stables in One Day

The stables of King Augeas were the home to 1000 divine cows, and hadn’t been cleaned in over 30 years. Ew. Socqueline had no intent of even trying to touch that mess, thank you very much, and comes up with a plan. There happen to be two rivers nearby and by rerouting their flows for a hot second, she manages to wash away all the filth. And takes five baths upon returning home.

Labor 6- Slay the Stymphalian Birds

These nasty sky critters had feathers made of solid bronze that were sharp as daggers and could spit fire! There was also the fact that they ate people, that’s a problem. Not sure how she could kill them without getting near them, Socqueline had prayed to the god Max, who advised her to use two large rocks to make such a mess of noise that the birds would fly about in a panic. When this happened, Socqueline was able to shoot their vulnerable undersides with her arrows.

Labor 7- Capture the Cretan Bull

This was a task for no average matador, as the creature in question was incredibly strong and capable of breathing fire. Calling on assistance from Eri, the goddess of witchcraft, Socqueline made a salve that rendered her pretty much fireproof. After an exhausting chase, she was able to wrestle the bull to the ground and herd it back to her uncle. She then released it into the wild, where it was left in peace.

Labor 8- Steal and Tame the Mares of Diomedes

Okay, not only were these horses absolutely crazy, but they also happened to eat people. So, Socqueline armored up and set out to deal with them. Getting an idea, she releases the horses and charges them through the countryside until they’re exhausted. Once this is done, she’s able to bind their mouths shut and bring them before her uncle. The horses are then put under permanent sedation and highly guarded until their deaths.

Labor 9- Get the Sacred Belt of Fei, the Amazon Queen

Socqueline traveled to the Isle of the Amazons to speak to her old friend Fei, their queen. When she asked to borrow the belt, Fei gave her a playful smile and said she would allow it…if Socqueline could finally beat her in a sparring match, which the latter gladly accepted. The duel took hours, the two matching each other in skill, but Socqueline eventually emerged victorious and Fei was true to her word.

Labor 10- Steal the Cattle of the Monster, Geryon

Geryon was a monster with three bodies all stemming from one base, and he was incredibly strong. When Socqueline first arrived on his island she was attacked by Orthrus, his two-headed guard dog, who she quickly managed to befriend and send on his way. Geryon himself then came out and when it was clear he wouldn’t be reasoned with, Socqueline promptly shot an arrow into two of his chests and threatened to finish the job if he didn’t back off. He did, she got the cattle and left.

Labor 11- Steal the Golden Apples of the Hesperides

The golden apples of the Hesperides were from a tree sacred to Marinette, the queen of the gods and they couldn’t be picked by a mortal. Thankfully, just nearby was the father of the Hesperides, the nymphs that tended the tree, none other than the Titan Atlas! Offering to hold the sky for him while he picked the apples, Socqueline completed the task, tricking him into taking the sky back ‘for a sec while she made a pad for her shoulders’, before leaving. After presenting the apples to her uncle, she placed them in one of Marinette’s temples to return them to the goddess.

Labor 12- Capture Baark, the guard dog of the Underworld

Socqueline traveled down to the Underworld, asking for Nathaniel, the lord of the Underworld, and his king Marc’s permission to borrow the three-headed hound. They agreed, on the condition that Socqueline didn’t harm Baark while subduing her. With that, Socqueline was able to easily befriend the dog, and after a playful wrestling match, brought her up to the surface to show her uncle. Who almost died of fright. After that, she released Baark to return home and her labors were finally complete.

Bless my soul, this girl is on a roll! Leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs!

[thefreakandthehair]

Dialogue Prompts

(Find Inspiration Prompts Here!)

(Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanworks Challenge Rules)

“That look in your eye terrifies me.” @problemstartingisanart (fic, ronance) / @inairbinad (fic, steddie)

“Can I braid your hair?” @steves-strapcollection (fic, steddie)

“I could listen to you all day.” @sourw0lfs (fic, steddie)

“Well, as luck would have it, you being happy coincides with me being happy.” @2btheanswertothequestion (fic, platonic edissy & steddie)

“I love you, okay? I love you!” @fruityfour (fic, steddie)

“Is that sunburn, or did I actually make you blush?” @starrystevie (steddie, fic)

"Do you trust me?" @rogueddie (fic, stobin)

"Pretty good. I would've slept better if these damn birds didn't insist on singing the song of their people at sunrise." @maryofdoom (fic, steddie)

“What’s the rush? Just lay back down.” @riality-check (fic, steddie)

“A whole world of condiment choices, and you’re putting what on your hotdog?!”  @bmodiwrites (fic, steddie)

“How did you go through life so far without knowing how to make a grilled cheese sandwich?” @stobinesque (fic, stobin) / @cassaloopa (fic, steddie)

“Come on in, water’s fine!”  @stevethehairington (fic, steddie)

"These mosquitos have to be mutants." @judasofsuburbia (fic, jargyle)

“Two lonely people walk into a bar… there’s a joke in there somewhere.” @starrystevie (fic, ronance) / @sidekick-hero (fic, steddie)

"(His/her) hair is up. Oh my God." @wormdebut (fic, steddie)

“There’s sand in my underwear.” @shares-a-vest (fic, steddie)

“How did everything get so green so fast?” @kermit101 (fic, ronance)

“It’s hot, it’s humid, and now it’s raining. If I go outside, I’ll just be part of a gross summer soup.” @horsegirleddiemunson (fic, steddie)

“AC’s broken and I’m dying.”  @nostalgicbones (fic, steddie)

"Can you get my back?" @starryeyedjanai (fic, steddie) / @gothbat99 (fic, ronance)

“Hey, hey, take a breath. It’s just the cicadas.” @pearynice (fic, steddie)

“I can’t believe you convinced me to come camping. What witchcraft did you pull?” @strawberryspence (fic, steddie) / @beenherewaytoolong (fic, stobin)

"Ever catch fireflies?" @scoops-stevie (fic, steddie)

“It’s the longest day of the year, you know.”  @tattooedbats (fic, steddie)

25. “Fireworks aren’t exactly… my favorite thing.” @sharpbutsoft (fic, rockie) / @steddiealltheway (fic, steddie)

26. “There’s more ice cream on your face than what’s left in the cone.” @perceivedregret (art, stobin & erica) / @acasualcrossfade (fic, steddie) 27. “These are the days I really miss when (you/we/they) worked at Scoops Ahoy.” @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe (fic, steddie) 28. “Summer, this. Summer, that. We just like it because it was the only break we got as kids but really, this sucks.” @vampsiltonpitch (fic, steddie) 29. “I’m really glad we did this.” @spicysix (fic, jargyle)

30. “How did you know?”  @questionablequeeries (fic, steddie) 31. “The sun has nothing on you.”  @stevecarrington (fic, steddie) 32. “That’s the most elaborate treehouse I’ve ever seen.”  @patchworkgargoyle (fic, steddie) 33. "It doesn't matter. The sunset has nothing on you." @aringofsalt (fic, steddie) 34. “C’mon, I’ll teach you to swim.”  @wynnyfryd (fic, steddie) 35. “Are you afraid of rollercoasters?” @manda-panda-monium (fic, steddie)

[viadescioism]

What do you think Magick actually is? What is the power or force behind witchcraft?

Day 2 of Roots of Your Craft 30-Day Challenge by maddivinerMagick in Viadescioism is a process that creates change according to one’s will. It aligns the mind, body, and spirit to influence the mind, body, and spirit of everything else. Magick operates within the laws of physics and is seen as a way to navigate the world, not as a force that changes the universe’s rules. It is a concept of…

[stupidwittlebaby]

30 Day Non-Human Challenge, Day 20: Tell Us a Few Thoughts About What it's Like Being Your Species.

(TLDR at bottom!)

I've been thinking about how my kintypes feel lately. In themselves, and in how they relate to who I am.

My wyrm self is the clearest kintype I have. I'm not sure how other dragons feel, as I haven't particularly asked yet, but my past life memories aren't anything entirely physical. I didn't reside on a three-dimensional plane of existence. I was a dragon, as in the astral creatures some witchcraft practitioners work with. Honestly, calling myself 'dragonkin' doesn't even feel entirely fitting, but that's the closest descriptor I've got. 'Deitykin' doesn't feel entirely incorrect either, but it gives off a different vibe than I want.

But what's it like being a wyrm? Wonderful. Think about what it feels like to have a really interesting yet calm dream. That's what it was like. Though I don't have wings like the other dragons I spend time around, I know I can fly, though I swim even more. I'm white, with these sort of... feathers, blue ones, that run down along my back. Maybe I shimmer underwater. I wouldn't really know.

As for my alien and robot kintypes, as I've thought about it, I think these are more voidpunk-copinglink-choicekin types. They're my psychological kintypes, in that they relate very heavily to my autism and how I've always struggled terribly to connect with other people. I'm someone that actually enjoys seeing autistic traits portrayed in alien or robot characters in media. It visually represents how I've always felt. Now, after thinking about it for a while, I think I subconsciously took these on as actual pieces of my identity. I didn't do it on purpose, I suppose it was sort of imprinted on me, like how positive interactions with animals imprint on some therians.

So, again, what's it like being an alien or a robot? Well... What's it like being autistic? I like that I'm me. I'm different. I feel like I'm constantly trying to adjust to a culture that I'm not from, which is exhausting for the most part, but at the same time, maybe it gives me a little more confidence in trying new things, because how much harder could it be than what I do everyday anyway? I often run out of RAM, or can't use my solar panels to recharge because it's cloudy. Or something gets buggy inside and there's a lot of static. Sometimes I look at the stars and feel homesick, but I'm not sure for where. Actually, that last one probably leads back to my dragonkinity, since aliens are often theorized to be of different dimensions rather than different planets.

Finally, I've noticed I have a fourth kintype, but it's still eluding me... It might be more like a kintype I had as a kid, a therian shapeshifter of sorts, that hasn't entirely vanished. I'm still feeling it out. Kids are very close to their past lives, their walls of reality are much thinner, so if I was never "human" as a kid, always some kind of animal, that might mean something important to me. We'll see!

Wow that was a long post! Here, uh...

TLDR: Wyrm go swish, swimmy swim. Alien go, "wow, humans. I just think they're neat." Robot go, "ack, brr, beep beep. Oh, my wires are pretty." Shapeshifter go, "?? Rat?? Racoon?? Slug??? Yah."

[missyflamingo]

Pride to Paper: 30-Day June Writing Challenge

Day Four: Witchcraft

Rose quartz and lapis cupped gently in a palm

Strawberry moons at the height of their arc

Veils over crowns, over swords, cups, and pentacles

A bundle of juniper smudging sigils to mark

Lost in the eyes of those who cry deplorable

Together, they wander through a world of unknown

They must ache to be saved but just don’t know it yet

Bodies and voices belong to all but their own

They are the girls who kiss girls, black and sooty for their crime

The maleficent shapeshifters defying God’s will

Dark, tan, and light skins bleed into each other

As jars of candle wax and deer bones are filled

Some may see them as two evils, the witches and queers

Drawn to each other by shared interests in schemes

But the red thread that binds these two pillars as one

Is the chance of real power, of real hopes and real dreams

The strawberry moon will make way for the flower

The juniper bundle will clear the room for new spells

But when the powers that be will leave no space for your kind

Grab your swords, cups, and pentacles, and summon their hells

[hellsaint7w7]

Halloween 31 Challenge (Multi-fandom)

(I was already posting chapters for this on Ao3 and Wattpad, but I suddenly remembered some people post fanfics here too. First Tumblr fanfic, I have no clue what I am doing lmao)

Hello! I love Halloween, hopefully you do too.

I created 31 prompts that will be posted every day of October. I couldn't decide which fandom to use, I did Undertale previously, so I decided to do every single fandom I know.

Some aren't even fandoms, but we ball-

Anyways, here are the prompts:

1. Monster Party

2. Halloween Pranks

3. King

4. Witchcraft

5. Moon

6. Zombies

7. Monster hunting

8. Stalker

9. Bones

10. Obsession

11. Bugs

12. Enchanted

13. Superstition

14. Queen of Hearts

15. War

16. Haunted

17. Mausoleum

18. Revenge

19. Murder

20. Lost to Time

21. Pumpkins

22. Stories

23. Wolf

24. Owl

25. The Lake

26. Eyes

27. The Cat

28. Flesh

29. The Other World

30. Nightmare Dreaming

31. Flame

🎃

[fanovember]

IT'S FINALLY HERE, PEOPLE, OUR PROMPT LIST FOR THIS YEAR'S FANOVEMBER!!! (Written list below the line)

We decided to go through literary genres this time, although you can fit the prompt however you please (by using the literal word in your piece, a small reference, or writing in the style of that prompt!)

→We'll be posting some ideas every day to spark creativity if any prompt in particular doesn't work well for you. Although you don't have to complete the challenge 100% (I won't, more on that later)

→There's no limit on extension at all, whatever you need will be fine. (At least 200 words was the initial idea, but I, for instance, sometimes need less)

→You can write in any language you want, we'll repost anyway. It's also valid if you mix languages! (I'll use Spanish since the media I've chosen is originally in that language)

→Arists are welcome too, of course!

→Remember to mention this blog @fanovember or use any (or all) of these tags:

#fanovember

#fanovember 2024

#fanovember 24

Personally, I don't think I'm completing the full list, as I'm absolutely surpassed by daily responsibilities. But since Softober went well, I'll choose 12 or 13 of the prompts that appeal to me the most and write those throughout the month. You can do whatever works best for you too, we don't want you to feel pressured by any means.

Choose your fandom (or fandoms) and start creating! Let's have some fun!!

Fanovember 2024

01. Romance

02. Short story

03. Terror

04. Adventure

05. Art

06. Retelling

07. Historical

08. Journal

09. Theatre

10. Witchcraft

11. Religion

12. Fantasy

13. Astrology

14. Mithology

15. Poetics

16. Reality show

17. Press

18. Urban fantasy

19. Film/Movie

20. Family

21. Music

22. Epistolary

23. Sci-fi

24. Autobiography

25. Cuisine

26. Dance

27. Board games

28. Classic

29. Triller

30. Flash-fiction

[samsa-studies]

Day 13/30 28.08.2024

It's been another long break. I was unwell for most of the month. Various levels of sickness and exhaustion have come after me all month and I'm now just able to finally breathe. I finished my internship and have settled into my current job pretty well. I am applying to other jobs as well though, just to make sure that have multiple income streams going. In academics, I have to retake the GRE and I am in the process of signing up for the FSOT. I am also looking at graduate programs for various degree paths and weighing my options based on what schools they are, the program, and what certain degree paths might offer me in terms of opportunities. It's all pretty stressful and so I've put off posting much to try to handle the stress, but I miss posting! I want to learn from other studyblrs how to post better content that's more engaging, so I'll be switching up the format soon.

52 Book Challenge

#25 - Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman #26 - Royal Witches: Witchcraft and the Nobility in Fifteenth-Century England by Gemma Hollman #27 - Wotakoi: Love is Hard for Otaku, volume 1 by Fujita #28 - The Labyrinth by Simon Stålenhag

Steps: 2.3k/10k

Day 13: Do you prefer the city or the country, why?

I prefer the city. I live in a rural area and I really don't like how I have to drive to get anywhere and there are no unique stores or fun events because there's too few people around that would make those things possible. I end up having to travel about an hour to go to events I actually want to go to in the nearest city. It's really limited my social network. I also personally cannot connect well with my neighbors because we have such vastly different experiences and opinions, many didn't attend college and hold right-wing views and think that because I went to college I'm brainwashed, and also think that I should have been married with kids by now.

🎧 Too Sweet - Hozier

[ravenspeakrp]

Welcome to Raven's Peak, Stephanie, we're excited to have you! Emily Jane Powell (Olivia Holt, witch) has been accepted. Please be sure to stop by the CHECKLIST for the follow list, tags to track, and other reminders.

OUT OF CHARACTER  NAME: Stephanie PRONOUNS: she/her AGE: 30  TIMEZONE: Eastern

IN CHARACTER 

FULL NAME: emily jane powell SPECIES: witch AGE: 26 DATE OF BIRTH: january 1 GENDER IDENTITY: cis woman NEIGHBORHOOD: cherry heights OCCUPATION: waitress and streaming WORKPLACE: the golden spoon and twitch POSITIVE TRAITS: resourceful, passionate, and compassionate NEGATIVE TRAITS:  secretive, anxious, and stubborn LENGTH OF TIME IN RAVEN’S PEAK: her whole life FACE CLAIM: olivia holt

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNING: 

emily jane powell was born into a double life, balancing the ordinary existence of a non-magic person with the extraordinary world of witchcraft. The only child of louise, a powerful witch, and brad, a non-magic individual, emily's childhood was a unique blend of mystical and mundane. From a young age, her days were filled with rigorous training and ancient lore, preparing her for a life of spellwork and elemental mastery. louise, her mother, hoped emily would continue the family's magical legacy, while brad encouraged her to appreciate the simpler, non-magical aspects of life.

emily loved the outdoors and hoped that when her powers manifested, they would be related to plants. she envisioned herself working with nature, nurturing and growing life. however, when her powers finally emerged on her sixteenth birthday—just like her mother's had—they revealed an affinity for love magic. this unexpected gift added another layer of complexity to her already challenging life, as love magic required a delicate balance of emotions and intentions.

despite her upbringing and the expectations placed upon her, emily harbored a passion far removed from the demanding world of witchcraft. she found solace in the glow of her computer screen, immersing herself in the vibrant community of online gaming and streaming. introduced to video games at a friend's house when she was ten years old, emily quickly fell in love with the immersive worlds and engaging challenges they offered. gaming became her escape, a way to be herself without the weight of her mother's magical legacy or her father's non-magic expectations.

as she entered her teenage years, the conflict between her dual identities became more pronounced. emily respected her parents and understood the importance of their worlds, but she yearned for a life where she could pursue her passions freely. this internal struggle often left her feeling torn, caught between two worlds that seemed incompatible.

to strike a balance, emily negotiated with her parents. she agreed to continue her magical training and responsibilities if she could also dedicate time to her streaming career. reluctantly, louise and brad agreed, and emily began blending her two worlds in unique ways. she often live-streamed her gaming sessions, sometimes incorporating subtle magical elements as "special effects" to entertain her audience, who remained blissfully unaware of the true source of her abilities.

EXTRAS

FILLING CONNECTION: no INSPIRATIONS: teen witch, coming of age tropes, pinterest board