#Bell the palisman

[notllorstel]

Got therapy putty to restrengthen my hands and realised could sculpt a Bell. Then gravity started to take affect.

^^^ Darius asked Hunter to look after Bell while away on a Human realm trip

[akunnito]

me because I found the *the* OC ever (OC owner: https://www.tumblr.com/notllorstel)

[procyon-kiryu-heaven]

I hate the hairs in this but eh :v

[Darius&Bell+Alador+Eber+Chase (an OC)]

Bell the palisman is of @notllorstel

[lily-the-goblin]

Totally normal little icon, definitely not alluding to anything. (I named Alador’s palisman Scrunkly and Darius’s palisman is named Bell I believe.) Edit: (Just found out Alador’s palisman is named Ratador but it’s still Scrunkly in my heart.)

[lex-n-weegie]

Chapter 3: Making Up for Lost Time

Chapter Summary: Meetings are starting to become more frequent, but there's no good place to properly catch up. Things might end before they truly begin

This one is a little bit longer, I actually had to cut it down cause it was going to be too long if I kept something else in. There's gonna be more chapters than I originally expected there to be. Happy reading!

☆♡☆♡S/i uses any pronouns!♡☆♡☆

[littleladybaker]

Dadrius Week Day 6: Palisman

Just a little baby Hunter with his Papa’s palisman and any others that came to play. I am once again borrowing Bell, the HC for Darius’s palisman from @notllorstel.

[drbtinglecannon]

The symbolism of their palisman being a fox while disguised as their instrument the entire time. Foxes... Tricksters... It's tricking everyone into thinking it's just a plain viola. Damn.

Raine palisman!!! Is this a new one or one they got to reunite with, after so many years away for its safety? There was that one bio in-universe noting that Raine’s palisman was unknown, and I recall Dana alluding to coven head palismen being a spoiler...!

[matbenetti17]

General Name: Medyna Blurr Name Meaning: Medyna's name cames from the city of Medina and has an assonance with the greek myth of "Medea" Age: 85 (she looks younger because she uses lots of Concealment Stones) Gender: Female Species: Witch Occupation: Producer of TV programs (on crystal balls) Coven: Illusion Sexuality: Heterosexual Residence: Boiling Isles Magic/Abilities Like all witches, her connection to magic comes from a sac of magic bile attached to her heart.

As a member of the Illussion Coven Medyna can cast spells that allow her to create illusions. Appearance Medyna has short ash blonde and white hair. She has a gold tooth and long painted nails.

She has grayish green eyes and wears lots of makeup.

Although she always wears two Concealment Stones, her black pearl earrings that practically make her look sixty-five, she also has enchanted the mirror that she wears on her chest to always show her an image of when she was young.

Even though she seems young, Medyna still needs to lean on a walking stick with (what seems to be) a very precious spherical Galdorstone set in it. In reality it is her disguised with an illusion palisman Eyeris, despite her closeness to the Emperor's Coven she has not been able to part with it. The wood of her staff contains some gold dust, making it a very valuable object despite being antiquated.

Medyna usually wears a light blue chemise, dark turquoise bell-bottom trousers with a golden trim and black ankle boots. To hide the wrinkles on her neck and hands she always wears a blue scarf and white gloves, adorned with golden rings.

Even her belt has gold details, a little gift she gave herself when her husband Aurelius died. Personality (WIP) Likes: Mirrors, gold, jewels, feeling and looking younger, having affairs with young men Dislikes: Being treated (and called) as a grandma Relationships (WIP) Stats Strength: 4 Speed: 4 Agility: 3 Stealth: 5 Wisdom: 8 Magic: 8 Speech: 10 Extra Family: Aurelius Goldflee (husband), Argos Goldflee (son), Nephele Weaver (daughter-in-law), Frezier, Gia and Zyler Goldflee (grandchildren), Tempest Kelley, Rose Goldflee and Orion (great grandchildren)

Allies: Emperor's Coven, Adrian Graye Vernworth, Tommy (boyfriend)

Pet: Eyeris, the spider-eye palisman

[fandomsandflyingstingrays]

Reposting yesterday's fic because I accidentally published the first, highly unedited draft... it's Fine

Also, it's now on AO3!

Raine had been counting down to the Day of Unity all year, had burned the number of days and hours remaining into their mind, but somehow, it still felt like they should have had more time. Headquarters was in chaos, people calling out over each other, the air a mess of requests and worries. A blessed, momentary silence occurred when Katya dropped her tambourine— only for the panic to double as she realized it left her without an instrument.

“Can you play the bell cittern?” Raine asked. At her nod, they wove their way through the crowd to the back of the room where the beds lay, the only truly peaceful corner, where Eda was sitting with Luz.

“Eda, I was wondering if I could borrow— why do you have a box of toenails?”

Luz gave a muted laugh. “She was using it to hide this,” she said, holding up a log of blue wood.

“And the mystery of who depleted the Bonesborough Garden Club’s precious stash is answered,” Raine said, casting an amused glance at Eda. She winked, and they quickly turned their gaze back to Luz. “What are you going to carve?”

“I… don’t know. Eda taught me the basics, but…”

She was quiet for almost a minute before Raine realized she wasn’t going to finish the sentence.

“So,” Eda said finally, “what was it you needed?”

“Oh— I was wondering if Katya could borrow your bell cittern. Her tambourine was a… casualty of rushed preparations.”

“I’d love to say yes, but I don’t have it on me. I was so busy grabbing my fabulous toenails from the Emperor’s stash of all my stuff that I didn’t have time to look for anything else, and obviously I can’t just summon it anymore.”

Raine drew a circle in the air, and the bell cittern fell into their arms. It was Eda’s turn to look away.

“Right. I forgot that you still remember its magical signature.”

“Of course I do.”

I never forgot you, they wanted to say. I’m sorry for making you believe that I did. I’m so glad you never really believed it.

But the Day of Unity was in two days. There was no time for distractions or regret, only what needed to be done.

“Could you give it to Katya and make sure she knows what she’s doing?” they asked instead. “She’s a talented musician, but any bard worth their bile sack would still benefit from your expertise.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Eda’s lips. “You got it.” To Luz, she added, “Give me a shout if you need me, all right?”

The young human nodded, not looking up from her wood. Raine had a million other things to do, a million questions to answer, but for reasons they couldn’t quite explain, they found themself perching beside her, taking the spot Eda had vacated.

“You know, Eda taught me how to carve my palisman, too. Her dad taught her a few months before our class was supposed to learn, and she couldn’t resist passing on the forbidden knowledge.” They said the words in a low, dramatic tone, and were rewarded with a faint smile. “It still took me a while to figure out what I wanted, though.”

“That’s my problem, too,” she sighed. “Your palisman is supposed to represent your future, but for the last month, I haven’t been able to think about anything beyond the Day of Unity. I have no idea what my future is supposed to look like… or my palisman.”

“I get that,” Raine said, the words coming out a little more bitterly than they intended. To soften them, they added quickly, “but Eda told me that you both know about the portal the emperor has in the skull. As soon as we defeat him, we’ll take control of it. We’ll be able to get you home.”

Tears welled in Luz’s eyes, but they didn’t look grateful or hopeful. Just sad.

“Luz?”

She wiped her eyes. “I want to go home. I do. I miss my mom so bad, but… she made me promise, the last time I saw her, that when I went back, I would stay there for good.”

“What? But… you have a family here. It sounds like you two love each other a lot. Why would she want to take that from you?”

“That’s not how she sees it,” Luz said quickly. “It’s just… things are different in the Human Realm. You can’t do magic, or tell anyone about magic, and if you disappear or get injured by like… detention monsters or plants with fangs, that’s not normal. That’s not something you can explain.” She shrugged. “I want to be with my mom. I know she loves me, and I love living with her. But… that would also mean I couldn’t be a witch. There are no human witches.” She laughed quietly. “Besides the one who’s trying to kill everyone, I guess. What I’m trying to say is, the Demon Realm and the Human Realm… they’re what my teachers would call mutually exclusive. I have to choose.”

“That sounds a lot like Belos’s thinking, you know.”

Luz flinched, and Raine tried to make their next words as gentle as possible. “I’m not trying to compare you to him. I’m just saying, this whole business of needing to choose sounds a lot like what he’s been telling us all these years. That we can only take one path. That works for some people. But there are lots of people who can never fit into it, and they shouldn’t be ignored.”

Luz’s expression didn’t change, and they tried again.

“When I was born, I was given a set of words to identify me that didn’t feel right. For a while, I thought that meant I should go the opposite route, but that didn’t feel good either. What finally made me feel settled was choosing not to choose. To just exist, without any expectations or labels that would make people feel like they knew who I was before I got the chance to tell them.”

That made Luz let out a long breath, and something seemed to loosen in her when she looked up at them. “I get that,” she said quietly. “In the Human Realm, they have a lot of rules. A lot of people think you should stick with the identity you were born with. Follow the role they lay out for you. Love the people they want you to love. And like you said, that works for some people, but it never really worked for me. Getting to come here, getting to be away from that, it was nice, but… I never fully belonged here, either.”

“But you made your own way,” Raine told her. “Eda explained about your talent with glyphs. You found your own magic. I’d bet the Human Realm could use some of that, too.” “Glyphs don’t work in the Human Realm.”

“They wouldn’t work without you either. You are the magic I was talking about, Luz. You’ve done so many impossible things during your time here. What’s one more?”

Finally, she gave them a real smile. “You know, I think you’re the first person I’ve met here who’s just as sappy as me.”

They winked. “I can tell we’re going to be good friends. But only if you come visit from time to time.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

Luz released a shaky breath and turned back to the wood in her hands. “Could you… show me how to round the top? Eda went over it, but I want to make sure I get it right.”

“Of course. Round, huh? Are you carving a chicken?”

Luz laughed. “You know, that’s sort of close. I’m going to cave an egg.”

“An egg?”

“Yeah. I still don’t know what I want my future to look like… or theirs. But I want us both to be able to choose.” She waved a hand at the maps on the tables and the banners on the walls, at the assembled revolution. “That’s what this is all about, right?”

A sigh of their own escaped Raine, the words snapping a tension they’d carried for so long they’d almost forgotten it was there. “Right.”

Years of subversion and sacrifice had led up to this. Raine had lost things, people, and parts of themself that they could never get back, all in the hopes of winning a single battle. And now that that battle was finally approaching, they worried they’d done too much, or not enough, that they wouldn’t win, or that winning wouldn’t be worth the cost. But beyond all those regrets, all those fears, was the simple truth that in two days’ time, the people of the Isles would be able to choose a future for the first time in half a century. It was enough. It had to be.

Raine placed their hand over Luz’s, guiding her knife to the top of the log. “Shave the wood away from you,” they instructed, “until you get a gentle sort of slope.”

Luz clenched the wood and the knife so hard that her knuckles turned white, but she made the first cut. “Like this?”

It was wobbly, uneven, less a the start of a smooth egg and more the top of a swirling orb. It wasn’t the way Raine would have done it.

“That’s perfect.”

[faemossrealm]

my version of goose with broken bell palisman 🪿

lost wax casted in silver! it’s surprisingly really heavy 🪿🪿

silver ^^^ wax ^^^

reference images ^^^

[notllorstel]

cover’s blown. going in for the kill.

[kittiwittebane]

Emperor’s Ball AU!

Also posted on my AO3 account, Kittimoonshadow

AU where the rebels used Willow to bait Hunter from duties so they could be rebellious!

Enjoy!

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TIME ZONE: BETWEEN HUNTING PALISMAN AND HOLLOW MIND.

THIRD POV: Willow

The school bell rang for the end of the day at hexside. Willow, Luz, Gus and Amity walked out of school together giggling.

“Tonight is the emperor’s ball.” Luz started. “It’s the only time that The Emperor’s chamber is unguarded by proper officials, such as the Golden Guard.”

Amity, Willow and Gus nodded.

“The only problem is, Luz, is that that is only true when he has a date to the dance.” Amity explained. “Leading a rebel mission would be useless as any other time.”

Luz thought for a moment. Then she began to speak, “Who would want to be the date for him? He probably has people all over the isles wanting to be his date to the dance, but we need to know this person and they have to be on our side so that we can make sure we aren’t caught.”

Gus looked in Willow’s direction way too quickly. Willow glared at Gus.

“No. Not happening.” she mouthed. Gus glared at her. This went on for about five minutes as Luz and Amity were brainstorming.

“What about Willow?’ Luz blurted out. This caught Willow off guard. She whipped her head around to face the duo, eyes like daggers.

“I am not going with him. I- I don’t know if i can trust him!” she stammered.

This was a complete lie. She wanted to go with him and was currently trying to get rid of this little developing crush she had, knowing it would be problematic. She wanted to but didn’t because she also hated the fact she thought he was kind.

“But Willlowwww… we need someone to do this and we know he’s got a soft spot for you out of all of the rebels. I don’t think he even knows you are one!”

Willow looked at the pleading faces of her friends. She sighed.

“O-ok.” she gave in pretty quickly. “I’ll ask him to the dance.”

Willow looked at the clock. 3:30. She grabbed her scroll and opened Penstagram.

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ABOUT 2:15PM: THIRD POV: Hunter

Hunter looked at his scroll and then back at himself in the mirror over many times, deciding if he should ask Willow to the dance. She’d probably say no… but then again what if she didn’t and he got to go to the dance with her? He shook his head. Darius barged into his room unannounced and saw Hunter looking at himself in the mirror.

“So.. Little Prince, who’s getting asked to the ball?” Darius asked. But it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. That one girl he’d played flyer derby with that he liked all the Penstagram posts of.

“Uhm. Captain Willow Park would be a suitable choice for-”

“And how will Belos react when you bring a civilian to the dance. I know you are in love with her but…”

Hunter pulled an Amity. He scoffed. “I am not in love with her. Whatever that means.” Darius raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

“Don’t you think she’s very pretty, Little Prince?” Darius began, internally hoping he wasn’t about to get another monologue on how amazing Captain Willow Park was.

“Well yes, Captain is-”

“Nope.” Darius put his finger on the blondie’s mouth. “Shh.”

“Well, how am I going to ask her?” the golden boy stubbornly asked. Darius sighed exaggeratedly.

“In person, of course.”

Hunter blushed at the idea.

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AROUND 2:45PM

Hunter nervously put on his formal suit, hoping he wouldn’t have to do his duty tonight and Willow would say yes.

“Should I bring flowers?” Hunter asked. “No, wait, she’s a plant witch. It’s stupid.”

“No, of course you should. Always do that when asking a girl to dance.” Darius informed him. “It’s common courtesy.”

Hunter nodded. He looked outside the window, staring into the direction of Bonesborough. He then looked at his Golden Guard mask, suddenly having the feeling to regret everything he was about to do.

“Um, on second thought this may not be a great idea.” he spluttered. “Why would she ever want to go to a dance with me? A-and what about her dads? They’ll hate me.”

Darius rolled his eyes and decided to just let Hunter ramble. The list of why he shouldn’t do this went on for ten minutes somehow, before the Golden boy ran out of ideas.

“How about you say why you should do it?” Darius suggested. Hunter looked at Darius as if that was the most despicable suggestion.

“Wha-what- wha is there?! She’s so-”

And then Darius endured a five minute monologue of Willow’s amazing qualities and another five minute monologue on how horrible he was compared to her.

“Oh just shut your trap, will you? Just do it. Now let’s get to Bonesborough so we can pick out some flowers.

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AROUND 3:20

Hunter looked at the wide variety of flowers that laid before him. Many colours, kinds, breeds and shapes. Then one caught his eye. He gasped.

“What are those?” He pointed to some yellow flowers that looked a bit like roses. Darius took a thorough look at the label.

“It appears to be something called a Fangnunclawlus.” Daries huffed. “‘Meaning: happiness, joy and positive feelings.’”

(Ranunculus/Persian Buttercup)

Darius refrained himself from saying the next part. He did not want to spend five hours looking for flowers that didn’t have a love meaning.

“Perfect!” Hunter smiled. Darius caught himself admiring the boy’s happiness. He shook it off. He didn’t care about Hunter’s little girlfriend crisis! That’s Belos’s problem!

Hunter had been to Willow’s house before and knew where it was and what it looked like. He walked around to it and stopped in front of it, putting his mask on and holding his Fangnunclawlus Bouquet in both hands. He took a deep breath in.

“Darius you know I’m having second- no third- or fourth thoughts about this, how about we- Darius what are you-”

Hunter didn’t have time to speak as Darius grabbed him and dragged him to the front door, knocking on it himself.

Oh Titan.

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SAME TIME CORRELATION: THIRD POV: Primarily Willow and Hunter

A knock sounded at the door just as Willow went to pick up her scroll. Her dads were in the garden so she called out to them and went to open the door. She unlocked the rigid wooden door that needed to be replaced and opened it only to be greeted with the mask of no one other than the Golden Guard and Sir Darius Deamonne.

“What are you guys doing here?” she asked, stunned by their sudden visit.

“Sir Golden Guard! Sir Deamonne! How can we help you?” Gilbert asked, nearly scaring the living daylights out of his daughter. She turned to her dads and then back to the two high persons.

Darius sighed before speaking. “The Golden Guard wants to ask something.”

Hunter squeaked.

Willow’s head tilted slightly, but not before catching a glimpse of flowers behind the boy’s back.

Darius groaned. “He wants to know if…” and he pushed Hunter towards the Parks’, nearly having him topple over. He was frozen. What should he do?!

“Uh- Willow- me- uh- the ball, maybe? I don’t know this was a bad idea, I’ll just be going now!” he started before Darius grabbed him by the shoulders, turning him back to his plant girl and her parents.

“He would like to know if your daughter would go to the Emperor’s Ball with him. Have no worries on age, he is 16. And I’m pretty sure he has a-”

“YES THAT IS ALL THANK YOU DARIUS.” Hunter spoke loudly. He shoved the flowers into Willow’s chest aggressively, although of course it did not concern her in the slightest.

“I got them for you if you want them.” he stuttered. Willow was too stunned to speak. She wanted to say yes, but what about her dads?

“Well Willow?” Gilbert asked. She turned around.

“You’re going to let me?” she asked. Gilbert nodded.

“I think you will be in good hands with the emperor.”

Willow nodded. She texted her friends:

HELLO_WILLOW

Time to be rebels 👍

BADGIRLCOVEN

YESSS WILLOWWWW 😁

WITCHCHICK128

Awesome work Willow!

ILLUSIONS.GUS92

I have to give you credit Willow. I didn’t think you’d pull it off. Hunter’s a pain.

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Meanwhile on the other side of the screen, Willow cursed herself for what she was about to do.

PART 2 COMING SOON!

And by soon I mean after January 20 because I’m going out of the country! (No internet lmao)

[mybrothercainmybrotherabel]

no one: ...

My brain: hey, what's just the worse AU ever that ends bad for everyone?

Me: well I suppose it would be if Caleb didn't manage to push Evelyn back when the witch hunters attacked, but I don't want to write that...

My brain: 😈😈😈

Me: damnit

TW: hanging, violence, death

Before Caleb could react the mob descended upon him.

“Caleb!” Evelyn leapt forward, reaching out to him. Caleb tried to push her back, but he was too late. The world seemed to slow down while he watched helplessly as Evelyn was tackled to the ground.

“EVELYN!” Caleb screamed, “Get off her!” Flapjack tried to defend her, but the next thing Caleb could see was the palisman smashed underneath a heavy boot. “NO!”

Evelyn screamed. Caleb fought off six men trying to reach her. 

“Leave her alone! Don't hurt her!”

 Something hard hit Caleb in the back of the head stunning him just long enough for someone to gag him. The next time he caught a glimpse of Evelyn she was also gagged. Blood and tears streamed down her face. Her eyes were wide in horror.

Caleb threw his body towards her, he didn't care what happened to himself. But he had to get to her. He had to find a way to get her free. 

They were dragged to the hanging tree in front of the settlement, the bells ringing out loudly to announce their execution. Caleb did not stop fighting. He had to get to her somehow. He had to get her free. Perhaps if he could shake off his assailants and throw himself at hers she could have a chance to run…

People emerged from the settlement. Mr. Fuller amongst them. He saw Caleb and immediately confronted Mr. Archer. Caleb was too preoccupied trying to get to Evelyn to pay attention to their conversation. 

The next thing he knew he was being pulled in the opposite direction, while Evelyn was being pulled towards the hanging tree. Caleb fought harder. Sheer terror filled her green eyes. She knew what was about to happen. They both did. 

No! No! NO!

Caleb didn't stop bucking and kicking and throwing his body in her direction. He held her eye contact until she was ripped away from his view. 

He was dragged to the church, fighting all the while. Even when he was tied up to the pulpit and left alone in the darkness he continued to struggle against his bindings, hoping to loosen them. He only stopped when Mr. Fuller entered the church.

The older man hurried to Caleb and removed the gag from his mouth. 

“You have to save Evelyn!” Caleb cried as soon as he could get the words out. “Please, don't let them hang her!”

Mr. Fuller's face washed over in sympathy. “I'm sorry, son, tis too late.”

“No…No!” 

The knowledge that she was already gone was more painful than his shattered ribs. Mr. Fuller held Caleb’s face as he wept. There was nothing he could do. Evelyn was dead. She had died alone and terrified. She was dead because of him, because he had failed to protect her, because he was too stupid and too selfish to stay away from her even though he knew the risk. Had she died hating him? As she hung there, the life choking out of her, had she blamed Caleb for her fate?  

“I am sorry, son. Twas all I could do to convince them to allow you to stand trial. There was nothing I could do for her.”

“Tis all my fault.” Caleb sobbed. “I promised to protect her! I promised…I…”

“Breathe, son. I know how bad it hurts. Trust me, I know. But you need to breathe. We need to focus on clearing your name, once you are safe, we can mourn her. But first we need to come up with a plan. Philip is claiming you were bewitched, most people are inclined to believe him. No one can blame you for that, if we say that the enchantment broke when she died…”

“I wasn't bewitched. Evelyn, she…she would never do that. She isn't…she's not evil.”

“I believe you, but the others won't.” Mr. Fuller said, “I'm sorry, Caleb, I truly am.”

“I won't lie.” Caleb said, “I will not slander her, she is…” he could hardly speak. “She was kind and clever and thoughtful and…and good. She was good…and now…” 

…now she was dead…she was dead because of him…

“...I won't say she bewitched me. I won't stand trial. I won't.”

“If you don't they'll hang you.” 

“I know.”

For several long moments Caleb and Mr. Fuller held each other's gaze. 

Mr. Fuller was not Caleb’s father by name or blood but Caleb was his son, there was no doubt about it. Mr. Fuller had worked so hard to keep Caleb alive over the past ten years. Anytime Caleb thought all hope was lost Mr. Fuller would come and pull him through. But this wasn't something Mr. Fuller could pull him through. He had made up his mind. 

Evelyn was dead. Evelyn was dead because Caleb had failed to protect her. He would not betray her. 

Slowly Mr. Fuller closed his eyes and lowered his head. The weight of failure aged him, turning his face into that of a tired old man. 

He turned his head away from Caleb for a moment to regain his composure. He would not cry in front of Caleb. 

Finally, after what seemed like a very long time he nodded.

“You grew into a good man, Caleb. I am proud of you. I will always be proud of you. I only wish there was more I could do.”

“Take care of Philip for me.”

“I will, you don't even have to ask.”

“Do you think they'll allow me a Christian burial?” Dread was coursing through him. He was resolute, but not unafraid.

“I will do what I have to do to assure you are both buried. Your grave may have to be unmarked, but I will make sure the two of you are together.” 

Caleb nodded. 

“I'm scared.” He admitted.

“I know.” Mr. Fuller put his hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “I know.” 

“I can't repent. I can't with any honesty or conviction say I am sorry for the love I feel for Evelyn. If that means burning in Hell��”

“Do you want me to give you last rites?”

Caleb nodded.

Mr. Fuller took out the bottle of whiskey he kept in his pocket. “I know tis supposed to be wine, but this'll have to do.” 

He held the bottle to Caleb's lips so he could drink. Then he made the sign of the cross on Caleb’s forehead and recited the Commendation of the Dying.

“I commend you, my dear brother, to Almighty God, 

and entrust you to your Creator.

May you return to him who formed you from the dust of the earth.

May holy Mary, the angels, and all the saints 

come to meet you as you go forth from this life.

May Christ who was crucified for you bring you freedom and peace.

May Christ who died for you admit you into his garden of paradise.

May Christ, the true Shepherd, acknowledge you as one of his flock.

May he forgive all your sins, and set you among those he has chosen.

Amen.”

“Thank you.” Caleb said, his throat tight and his voice hoarse. 

“Here, drink this, it will…it will dull your senses.'' The older man still did not cry, but it was becoming increasingly obvious how much of an active effort he was making to stay stoic. He helped Caleb drink a tincture of laudnuam. “I will make sure Philip is not there to see.”

“Thank you.”

There was still so much both of them had to say to each other that words could never express. Caleb could never express his gratitude to Mr. Fuller for everything he had done. There were no words to repay the guidance, trust, and understanding that Mr. Fuller had given Caleb throughout the years. Nor were there words that could express the depths of despair felt by a man looking into the eyes of the boy he had raised, knowing that there was nothing else he could do to save him. 

“Goodbye, son.”

“Goodbye. And thank you, for everything.”

With that, Mr. Fuller left. After a long time he returned with the other four men who more or less governed the settlement. Zachariah Archer, George Tilley, Eli Carver, and John Percy. 

“William says you wish to forgo your right to a trial?” Mr. Carver said. 

“Yes.” 

“He knows he is guilty.” Mr. Archer said, “I must say, Wittebane, I do commend you for choosing to face your actions as a man rather than put everyone through the spectacle of a trial.”

“Is there nothing you wish to say in your defense?” Asked Mr. Carver.

Caleb shook his head, “I was not bewitched. I truly cared for Evelyn and do not believe her to be evil. I believe we have a misunderstanding of witchcraft and that the witches are innocent.”

“Blasphemy!” Mr. Tilley hissed.

“Caleb, think of what it is you are saying.” Advised Mr. Carver. “If you were bewitched we can hardly hold it against you. We could not allow you to remain in this settlement, but you could leave with your life. If you claim such heresy, we cannot allow you to live.” 

“I understand.” Caleb said, somehow he managed to keep his voice steady. “I did not expect you to believe me. And I will accept my fate with dignity. I only request that I am allowed to say goodbye to my little brother, and that he is not punished for my actions.”

“Surely you understand we cannot trust you alone with him while you are claiming such blasphemy.” Mr. Archer said. 

“But you cannot deny brother's their farewells.” Mr. Percy argued. “Not when they are each other's only kin.”

“Very well, fetch Philip, but they may only speak under supervision.” Mr. Archer said. 

Mr. Percy left to get Philip. 

“Have you made your peace with the Lord?” Mr. Carver asked, his eyes full of sympathy. He was a kind man, Elizabeth's companion came from somewhere.

“Mr. Fuller gave me last rites.” Caleb said. 

Mr. Carver nodded, “I shall pray for your soul.”

“Thank you.”

Mr. Percy returned with Philip, who ran straight to his brother. 

“Caleb! I don't understand! What's going on? Why do you refuse to stand trial?”

“Listen to me, Pip, we don't have much time. I need you to be strong for me, okay? You're going to have to take care of yourself now, but you can do it. You are smart, and Mr. Fuller will help you, lean on him if you need to.”

Philip shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “No! The witch is dead, tis okay now! The bewitchment is broken! They can't execute you! They can't!”

“Tis okay, Philip.”

“NO!”

“Philip, please.”

“Tis all my fault.”

“No. I do not blame you for this. I love you, I have always loved you. You're going to be okay.”

Philip squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

“I need you to promise you won't watch. I don't want you to see. Stay here with Mr. Fuller.”

“Caleb…”

“Promise me, Pip.”

“Okay…I promise.”

“One more thing.” Caleb leaned close enough to whisper into Philip’s ear. “Promise to stop witch-hunting.”

“I…I promise.”

“You'll be okay.” 

“Time to go.” Mr. Archer said.

“No,” Philip cried, grabbing Caleb's sleeves, “No, no…”

“Tis okay, Pip. I love you. Goodbye.”

Mr. Fuller silently came up behind Philip to hold him back as Mr. Archer and Mr. Tilley roughly pulled Caleb to his feet. Caleb made eye contact with each of them one last time. Philip’s eyes were swimming with tears. Mr. Fuller gave a solemn nod. It was the last bit of strength he could offer. 

Mr. Archer pushed him hard and he stumbled forward. Outside the church a crowd had gathered. Henry Jones and Elizabeth Carver amongst them.

“Father!” Elizabeth cried as soon as Mr. Carver walked out, she ran to him and clung to his arm. “Father, please reconsider!”

“Tis the law of the Lord, Lizzie. He confessed. Tis out of my hands.”

“Tis okay, Lizzie.” Caleb told her. “Go back to Henry.”

Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut and sobbed. “At least give him a barrel to stand on.” She begged her father. “Please.”

“Very well.” Mr. Carver said. 

“Thank you.” Caleb said, “and thank you for being my friend.” 

Elizabeth threw her arms around him.

“Eli, you would do well to teach your daughter restraint.” Mr. Archer said.

“And you would do well to show some compassion!” Mr. Carver snapped back. “Come now, Lizzie.” 

Mr. Carver pulled Elizabeth back, Henry came forward to comfort her. 

Mr. Archer continued forward, pushing Caleb along. Tears sparkled in Elizabeth's eyes until she turned and buried her face in Henry's chest.

Others came out to witness Caleb’s final walk. People whispered, but Caleb kept walking with his head high until they reached the palisade gate, that was when the hanging tree came into sight. His knees failed him at the sight of Evelyn's body dangling limply from the branches. 

Mr. Archer and Mr. Tilley caught him under his armpits to stop him from hitting the ground. 

“You'll join her in Hell soon enough.” Mr. Tilley growled.

Caleb closed his eyes and looked away, she was dead. She was really dead. Tears rolled down his face. I'm sorry, Evelyn. I'm so, so sorry. 

Mr. Carver called for a barrel and helped Caleb step onto it. He was far more gentle than Mr. Archer or Mr. Tilley. He was a good man.

“I pray your neck snaps quickly.” He said quietly as he slipped the noose around Caleb's throat. “May God have mercy on your soul.”

Caleb wanted to thank him for his tiny kindnesses, but he didn't think he could speak. His heart was racing in his chest, desperate to get as many beats out as it could before it stopped forever. At least the laudanum had been given a chance to work, causing the world to blur and sway a bit, but dulling the pain of Caleb's broken ribs. 

Mr. Archer addressed the crowd.

“Caleb Wittebane stands before you, having confessed to consorting with witches. We now condemn him to face God's divine judgment.”

The next moment the barrel was kicked out from underneath Caleb’s feet. 

William Fuller waited in the church as once again one of his children was taken from him. In spite of what some people said, he had never seen Caleb and Philip as replacements for his own children. The loss of his brave David, sweet little Felicity, and their mother would forever be a hole in his heart that nothing could ever heal. But when he found Caleb and Philip, they had started building around the hole. He had needed them as much as they needed him. They had given him a reason to carry on living even after he felt like his heart had died. 

Caleb had grown into exactly the type of man William had hoped he would be: curious, open-minded, noble…those traits that had drawn William to him as a child, the traits that made him who he was, those were the traits that led him to his death. 

Young Elizabeth Carver was praying at the pulpit, with Caleb’s buddy Henry Jones beside her. Philip was still clinging to William like a child might cling to their mother. 

Finally, Eli Carver returned. Everyone looked up, his daughter stood as if hoping her father had come to deliver news of a miracle.

“It is done.” He said simply. A new hole ripped wide open in William's heart. Elizabeth crumbled, Henry caught her and lowered her gently to the floor. Eli crossed the room to stand before William.

“William…I…” his eyes were full of sympathy.

“Tis not your fault, Caleb had made his decision, not even I could talk him out of it.”

Eli nodded, “His neck snapped. I thought you should know that. Twas over quickly.”

Philip let out a sob. William put a hand on his head to comfort him. He didn't suffer, that was a small mercy. 

“Thank you.”

“I presume that I need not remind you that giving a Christian burial to one accused of witchcraft goes against the King's laws.”

“I am aware.”

“I also presume that you have every intention of burying that boy.”

“You presume correctly. Are you going to arrest me?”

“No,” said Eli, “I will aid you.”

“Thank you, my friend.”

William exited his bedroom to see Philip dressed and ready to go in the main room. The younger boy had come home with William, unable to face the idea of returning to the empty Wittebane house. 

“You're not coming with.” William told him.

“You can’t stop me.”

“Caleb asked me to keep you safe. I'm not going to immediately go against that promise by bringing you out to break the law.”

“He's my brother.”

“I know.”

“I'm never going to see him again.”

“I know. But your last memory of him should not be seeing him like that.”

“I've seen plenty of hangings, nothing will be worse than what I am already imagining.”

William sighed. With both himself and Eli complicit in this crime, the likelihood of any serious consequences was low. How could he deny Philip the chance to see his brother laid to rest?

“Carry the blankets and for the love of God, keep quiet.”

Philip nodded and obeyed, William shouldered a shovel and led the way through the darkened settlement. 

Eli and Henry were both waiting at the gates to the settlement.

“Let us make haste.” Eli said. 

They approached the tree with the two bodies dangling in the dark. 

“Cut him down, Henry.” William ordered. He and Eli got into position to guide the body to the ground. It looked like Eli had been telling the truth. While Caleb’s neck lobbed at an unnatural angle, his face was absent of the telltale bloating that came with strangulation. Philip could hardly contain himself. He held his brother's corpse to his chest and sobbed. 

“You must pull yourself together.” Eli said.

“Give him a moment to grieve while we cut her down.” 

“Surely you aren't serious!” Eli said. “Tis one thing to bury Caleb, but the witch? Have you gone mad?”

“She is but a girl,” William replied, “By looks younger than your own daughter.”

“She is the one who led Caleb to his fate.” 

“As he led her. Believe what you will, but Caleb loved her, enough that he would rather die than sully her name. I will not leave her here to rot.”

Eli sighed, “Cut her down, Henry.”

Carefully, William guided the girl's body down. She was not as lucky as Caleb. It was clear from the red spots on her skin and her swollen lips that she had not died quickly.

He thought about all the stories Caleb had told about her. She liked exploring and watching animals. She had a little sister and an older brother. She loved to tell riddles and snorted when she laughed. She had hopes and dreams for the future. She was just a kid. They were both just kids. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't have gotten to know you.” William whispered. “I hope you find peace.”

Carefully, William shrouded her in one of the blankets while Henry and Eli wrapped Caleb in the other. 

“There is a clearing by the river where the ground is soft.” Henry said, “Tis out of the way enough that I don't think anyone would disturb it or notice fresh turned soil.”

“Lead the way, then.” 

William lifted Evelyn’s body into his arms, Eli carried Caleb's. Philip trailed along with the shoves, shaking hard. 

Henry had been right, the earth in the spot he suggested was soft and it did not take long to dig an adequate grave. William lay the two bodies side by side. Eli helped him climb out. 

“Heavenly Father,” William prayed. “Look down in mercy upon these two children whom we offer now to thy care. Forgive them their trespasses and cleanse them with thy holy light. Grant them everlasting life in your kingdom. Let them know no more pain or sorrow. For you are the most holy. In your name, Amen.”

[orions-belt-buckle]

Owlscop

The Owl House X Petscop AU

Sprites design

I redesigned the characters' in-game Petscop sprites to fit the AU. This was very fun and I'm pretty proud of what I came up with !

Players' sprites

Golden Guardian (Guardian redesign) : This redesign follows the classic shape of the Petscop Guardian, but makes it look like the Golden Guard. It's wearing the golden Guard outfit, so does every sprite. Instead of the classic head of the Guardian, this is the Golden Gard's mask, but following the normal head shape. All the colors were color-picked from Petscop sprites to match its aesthetic. The Golden Guardian of course still doesn't have hands

There are 4 sprites for the players is Petscop. The basic one, the Guardian, is the one that represents you when you are playing the game, always. When you encounter another player though their sprite will be a Guardian with a different head. That head is something that symbolizes a specific player. This is called the Multiple Player Theory (MPT for short).

Hunter MPT Guardian : This is Hunter-Paul's avatar. Originally, Paul's avatar is called pyramid-head since its head is the red pyramid that symbolizes Care's dance. I thought : what would symbolize Hunter best ? And especially a happier Hunter ? Of course that would be Flapjack, Hunter's best friend and Palisman. Which is perfect because Flapjack is red, much like the original pyramid. It's also not a human face in both cases. To fit better the aesthetic and to symbolize the older Hunter, I decided to go with the Flapjack tattoo design as seen in Watching and Dreaming.

Belos MPT Guardian : This is Belos' avatar. It's based on Marvin's, which is originally a green mask that is quite scary in its deformity. What represents Belos needed to be green and monstrous too, which could only be his Palisman-monster face and its inhumane smile. Both Marvin's and Belos' faces are the closest to a humans face between the three MPT avatars. For this design too I tried to keep it simple with the shapes and no shading.

Amity MPT Guardian : This is Amity's avatar. It's inspired by Belle's, which is in Petscop a circle, specifically a drawing of a girl's face that we assume is Tiara aka who she thinks she is/wants to be. So for Amity, I went with the Blight Industries' logo. It represents Amity very well because it is an Abomination (what she loves most) as well as a symbol of her parents' company (who she thinks she is/should want to be, the perfect daughter, witch and heiress) and it's purple like her. It also replaces Belle's drawing perfectly since it is also a circle with a face in it.

Hunter A, B and NLM

In Petscop, we encounter care A, B and NLM in different locations. Her face in the 3 states is also drawn on a piece of paper at the beginning. She has her own sprites different from any Guardian. Since Hunter is Care in Owlscop, I changed these to look like him. Because this is Hunter-Cqre and not Hunter-Paul, the redesign looks like him back when he was the Golden Guard, especially for his outfit.

Children that went through a Rebirthing have 3 different states: A, B and NLM (Nobody Loves Me). A is for when the child is ok, B not so much and NLM is a mentally broken person.

All the colors have been color-picked from Petscop (Care and Guardian sprites).

Hunter A : This is Hunter before the abuse, as a freshly made Grimwalker. For that reason, he is a Hunter we have never seen in TOH. I removed his scar, damaged ear and characteristic dark circles. Indeed, these are all consequences of Belos' abuse. His hair though is close to what it is the first time we see him.

Hunter B : This one is close to the actual Hunter we see on TOH except more disheveled to match the evolution of Care's sprites.

Hunter NLM : This is the same design as Hunter B, but in Care NLM's pose.

[lampmanliveblogs]

Watching and Dreaming Liveblog

The last that ever she saw him Carried away by a moonlight shadow He passed on worried and warning Carried away by a moonlight shadow Lost in a riddle that Saturday night Faraway on the other side He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight And she couldn’t find how to push through

And thus we arrive at the finale, the very last of this amazing show, a show that I have had the pleasure of sharing my journey through with you, my dear readers.

…even if progress hasn't been very quick, not constant. I could write a few paragraphs talking about how hyped I am and maybe lay out some of my general predictions and expectations, but at this point I just wanna get into it.

So here we go, with the final episode of The Owl House: Watching and Dreaming.

(Future Lampman here, expect to hear from me a lot. Just as a reminder: I won’t get through the entire episode tonight, I’ll be publishing this liveblog across the weekend, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Also, as of this writing, right before this post is published, I have not actually seen the end of this episode. I have the last few minutes left. I figured I might as well leave the last of it for Sunday when the final part of this liveblog is published.

This is not gonna be true end of my Owl House livebloging however; I am going to do the pilot episode which was leaked a while back as well, and that will be nice little end. But enough talk, let’s get into it!)

And we’re starting the episode off with a happy screenshot, that’s nice. This is moments before the last episode ended, with the gang gathered on the Titan’s skull beneath The Collector’s Archive House, or Taira Halls as I call it.

We’ve got Luz and Amity being in love, as per usual, with Luz holding her newly hatched palisman, the snakeshifter Stringbean. Hunter and Willow are holding hands, also in love, good for them. Gus is just happy to be alive, relatable. Camila is cuddling with the cute animals. Truly, she is the wisest of all gathered here.

And cue things going wrong as a result of The Collector snapping their fingers at the end of the last episode in three, two, one…

The others get taken away by pink ribbons, and then Luz is taken by… The Beyonder!??!!?!?

”I AM FROM BEYOND! I APOLOGIZE ABOUT MY LITTLE BROTHER’S BEHAVIOR. I WILL COMPENSATE YOU FOR ANY DAMAGES. NOTHING YOU DREAM OF IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO ACCOMPLISH!”

Now, considering some of the stuff that happened to The Beyonder both in Secret War, and in Secret War II, I really hope that this bright light is the first and last similarity between him and The Collector.

(getting this screenshot should not have taken me ten tries)

GAH! Bloody hell’s bells!

Ooooookay, so, uh… so after Luz was taken away in a beam of light like this was the first episode of Tillbaka Till Vintergatan, she ended up in the in-between space, confused. There was a voice calling out for her, trying to get her attention, telling her to wake up. Smash cut to this not at all terrifying image. A skull, with one eye glowing yellow, and one empty eye socket with a little Hooty coming out of it. Charming.

So, um… this is the guy we saw in the in-between last episode and, ah… yeah, this is The Titan, the Boiling Isles in person, King’s dad. I mean, who else could it even be? It could be literally no other person. At least it could be no other person that makes sense to introduce here and now.

So first things first, I was right! The Titan was totally still around in some form. And quite conscious too by the sounds of it, his spirit stuck in the space between dimensions. I guess it kinda makes sense, Titan’s Blood pierces through dimensions, King had those visions of The Collector’s prison in what looked like another dimension… it’s not out of the question that The Titan’s spirit would still be around after he imprisoned The Collector.

But this also means that what Philip said was true, the world itself was trying to hide the magical glyphs from him. And when Luz listened to the islands and they showed her the new glyphs, the island literally did show her those glyphs. Because the islands is a person whose sprit even in death lingers to protect the little creatures living on its body.

Compared to the last two episodes, this one’s intro before the title was quite brief. Very brief even. And while we’re comparing things, this title card is quite dark and gloomy when compared with the other two. Thanks to Them was warm orange with a bright spark to illuminate it. For the Future also had a spark and was bright purple. And while you could definitely see antagonist’s influence in it, with little owl taking on The Collector’s colors, it was still bright and cheerful.

This one? It’s dark and dreary, and Luz finds herself waking up in Emperor Belos’ throne room, the giant beating heart hanging over her. But even more ominous than that, the eyes of the owl in the title glow cold blue, like the eyes of Philip in his corrupted, monstrous form. Even the title itself is bathed in the same sickly green that colors the tyrant’s rotting body.

(Which reminds me, I’ve been rewatching some of the Atop the Fourth Wall storylines recently, and Philip kinda reminds me of Lord Vyce. Both are masked villains who conquered other dimensions while on the hunt for some enemy they feared and hated, both were driven mad and delusional by their obsession, and effectively became the monsters they hunted.)

((also, The Collector is obsessed with playing games, just like the piece of itself that The Entity left behind after the rest of it… left))

(((Linkara: ”You have a magic staff? Where’d you purchase that?”)))

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I hate being right sometimes.

[lex-n-weegie]

Making palismen for my friend’s inserts was super fun, so sometime after doing that I made a hypothetical Palisman for Laika, along with ones for Raine and Darius(Bell was taken from @/notllorstel, not actually @ing them cause what if they perceive me /lh)

(if you're curious, Dynamo uses they/them, Alto she/her, and Bell any pronouns)

As per usual, rambles under the cut haha

For this little hypothetical world, Laika was extremely lucky to get their palisman, so was Raine. Thanks to Eda's extremely close friendship with them, they were given the opportunity to "request" one of their own, and they managed to bargain for the same opportunity for their sister. While they both knew what they wanted for their funky little staff buddies, Laika had troubles with theirs "coming to life." For palismen to bond with their witch and be active, the witch first has to say their deepest desire, what they want in life. Laika had no idea what they wanted out of life, and for awhile their little buddy simply stayed still until a late night where when angrily ranting to themselves, they said they just wanted to be themself throughout life. Then poof! Little ghost buddy sprung to life.

Dynamo, just like their appearance, acts very silly and clown like, mischievous and whatnot. Just like Laika, they love performing, and have helped with shows before. Alto is a slight bit more serious, and unlike her witch Raine, she also enjoy performing. She and Dynamo have put on tiny plays before, and she's also quite protective of the little ghostly ghoul. Bell is mischievous themself, being carved by Darius themself during Hexside. They and Dynamo often playfully make fun of the pining couple, pretending to be swept off their feet by the other and so utterly swooned. Dynamo is only able to be with either of them for a short time nowadays however, since they can only see Bell during the private beach visits Darius and Laika have, while only being able to see Alto if Laika swings by the Bat Queen's forest(Raine had sent their palisman there after being coven head, not wanting a grim fate for their little bat buddy)