#Itchy Palm Superstition

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Itchy Palm Superstition: Fact Or Myth

Have you ever experienced an itchy palm and wondered if it held hidden meaning beyond just dry skin? You're not alone! Millions of people worldwide hold onto the superstition that itchy palms are a sign of upcoming financial gain or loss. But before you start counting your lucky bills or bracing for an empty wallet, let's look into the science behind the itch and expose this age-old belief.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Garret Wyre

(I’ve already made an information post like this, but said post is pretty long; in fact, it’ll just get longer and more expansive as I develop new characters and stories for [The Future Mob Project]. And I’m worried that the sheer length will make readers lose interest when they click on a link to look for a specific character. So, I’ll be making separate information pages for each character while still maintaining the all-inclusive post. Got it? Good.) 

Who He’s Based Off Of: Mick Lauer 

His Method of Work: If there’s two things to be said about Garret, it’s that he has a pair of big, strong hands, and he knows how to use them. You could argue that “Everyone knows how to use their hands, idiot.” To which I say. . .first of all, chill out. Words can hurt. Second of all, not everyone can make a career out of strangling people. But Garret most certainly has. That being said, he knows when to use other tools  (ropes, scarves, cords, etc.) to get the job done. He knows he can’t realistically rely on his hands for each and every one of his assignments. In any case, the day his grip isn’t firm is the day he’s not Garret.

Red Attire: Scarf (Maroon)

Notes:

Garret brings a complex vibe to The Pentas Family. His disposition is stern, but he knows to be patient with the other members. Despite this, he’s always a bit. . .fidgety. Restless. He has a hard time sitting still, and an even harder time not giving people the side-eye or glancing over his shoulder. In fact, the only times he seems genuinely calm and self-assured is when he’s choking the life out of his targets. Sure, he still acts aggressively toward said targets, but there’s no denying just how soft and quiet his voice becomes when he taunts them.

His hobbies outside of mob work include sewing and knitting. It just seems to ease his nerves a bit. He even made the very scarf he wears whenever he’s working on Pentas business. This also bleeds into the fact that Garret is on the superstitious side. Half of his sewing/knitting projects involve making voodoo dolls of those who screw around with The Pentas Family. He treats said dolls a lot like stress toys, often patching them up after bashing their stuffing out only to do it all over again sooner or later.

He very much believes in the concept of luck. Quite ironic, considering he was born on a Tuesday The 13th (look it up; apparently those are even worse than Friday The 13ths). He doesn't bother with all the chakra-crystal-incense stuff, but he does keep a glass Evil Eye charm in one pocket, as well a miniature horseshoe in the other. He never goes directly home right after taking care of a target. He avoids the number four like the plague. He makes sure his right foot is leading whenever he enters a room. Et cetera, et cetera. 

One of the few superstitions he doesn’t believe in is black cats being harbingers of doom. In fact, he adores black cats. Particularly Juju, a stray kitten he adopted after a very last-minute, impromptu hit-job.

He’s the manager of Itchy Palms, a popular casino on the edge of The Cove Port Inlet’s uptown area. The building is connected to the abandoned subway tunnels. And Garret knows. His. Business. He knows how to play each and every game, as well as several ways to cheat at each and every game without giving said cheating away. His outlook on fairness is. . .unconventional.

Current Stories: (Goretober 2024) Day 4: Burst Vessels

@sammys-magical-au

[saintsenara]

11, 13, 18 for the not from the usa asks 😊

thank you very much for the ask from the i’m not from the states ask game, anon!

11. who is your favourite native writer/poet?

i've given one answer to this here - and i still refuse to say seamus heaney - so i'm going to go with... the novelist anna burns.

13. does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?

as a nation, we love/"love" parades and bonfires. maybe you're thinking that doesn't sound strange... but it is the way we do it. the same is true of street art.

as a nation, we very much don't love small talk. this caused a lot of trouble for me when i lived in england, because people will ask you benign questions [where are you from? do you follow any sports? how do you pronounce the letter h?] because they're being nice... but over here any and all small talk is someone trying to work out what religion you are... [my apologies in particular to the wee girl who was trying to drum up interest in the christian union on my first day of university, asked me if i went to church, and was greeted with me immediately going full "who wants to know?"]

in terms of superstitions... we've got plenty. fairies are real, going out with wet hair will kill you, the child of prague stops rain, having itchy palms is a good thing, the devil lives in bread...

my favourite local one, though, is that a short drive from where i live there's the grave of a vampire king. because, the rest of the world is wrong to assume that dracula was from transylvania. he was actually an irishman.

18. do you speak with a dialect of your native language?

yes. in english i have a distinctive and beautiful accent which has only sometimes been described as "incomprehensible" and "nasal" [less so since i spent a decade living in britain and lost my rhotic r, which is a tragedy].

in irish, also yes. the irish language has three major dialects, which each have their own various subdivisions - so i speak the ulster dialect with a vaguely western-ulster flavour. you can get some idea of how that might sound from the youtube channel gaeilge i mo chroí - especially this interview she does with a native ulster speaker.

but it is worth saying that speaking any degree of irish is still relatively uncommon here. my dad made us learn the language fluently for... political reasons, but i was one of the only people who could speak it beyond a couple of phrases by the time i started secondary school [where it was on the curriculum]. so when i was younger i definitely spoke in a way which was slightly archaic/literary - and which was also influenced by the idiosyncrasies of my own family - which it took a bit of time to break the habits of...

contemporary irish-language media etc. in northern ireland is mostly found in belfast, so i also have a bit of a belfast twang in irish.

basically, it's a mess.

[battlescarsh]

Superstitions I've heard growing up in Brazil !

Don't whistle indoors or else you'll attract Saci Pererê (a prankster mythological being)

Don't open an umbrella indoors cuz it brings bad luck

Itchy palms mean money is coming your way

Ears red and hot mean someone is talking about you

Biting your own tongue while taking also means someone is talking about you

If someone swept your feet w a broom you won't ever get married

Don't point a finger at the moon or else a wart will grow on it (many pointed w their elbows lol)

Sun and rain = widow's wedding; Rain and sun = Spanish wedding.

Asking for the eldest person in the room for their blessing when arriving/leaving.

If someone offered to be your child's godmother/father you couldn't refuse or else it'd bring bad luck to u and the child.

Don't eat anything you find at a graveyard (offerings to the dead or trees w fruits).

Turn shoes around if they're w the sole facing upwards.

Placing a broom outside (like, leaning on the front door or close to it) will repel unwanted guests.

Don't walk under a stair, brings bad luck.

Hit the wood three times to un-jinx yourself, or to "unsay" stuff, as if to not attract whatever bad thing you said.

Eating grapes under a table during the new year's countdown (like, while it goes from Dec 31 to Jan 1), attracts a romantical partner.

Eating a plate of lentils while standing on a chair on this ^ same situation (attracts good luck).

Can't see the bride before the ceremony.

Jumping three waves during the new year's countdown.

Breaking a mirror brings 7 years of bad luck.

To find a lost object jump three times, and "São Longuinho" (a saint) will find it for you.

Don't toast w someone if your cup has an alcoholic drink and theirs don't, you risk having your wishes mixed up.

When getting out of bed in the morning, place your right foot on the ground first, for good luck.

Similarly, when entering a building, do so w your right foot, for the same reason.

7 years of bad luck to whoever kills a cat.

Make a wish when blowing your birthday's candle, but don't say it out loud, or else it won't become true.

Walking backwards brings bad luck.

Kids shouldn't jump over a window, or else they'll become thieves.

[storiesbyjes2g]

Random OC Question: What is the most irrational superstition your OC has?

Good morning! Gotta put my thinking cap on for this one.

Kameron was raised by his grandmother, so I'm sure he has all kinds of superstitions. Here's a game related one. When he and Nadia decided to have another baby, Kameron suggested she eat strawberries to make sure they had a girl. In my game it's an old wives' tale because I've never gotten it to work lol.

I can see Nick being superstitious too. At least I can see his parents teaching him stuff like if you see a simoleon pick it up for good luck and don't walk under ladders.

Anissa would totally be a make a wish on a wishbone type lol. Also itchy palms mean she's getting some money.

I can see Nadia blaming things on the full moon. She also will not put her handbags on the floor.

I think all my OCs believe in kissing someone at midnight on New Year's Eve for good luck.

[vanilla-cigarillos]

More Appalachian/Southern Superstitions and Folk Magic

Continuing the long list of Southern-specific superstitions and bits of folk magic you might hear if you’re ever in the mountains!

- Tell your sorrows to a weeping willow and the breeze in the branches will make it whisper away

- Willow bark is good for inflammation remedies

- For remembering dreams, put a mugwort leaf in your pillowcase

- Only fertilize watermelon on the side where the dirt is highest

- Place a bay leaf in your left shoe during job interviews for luck

- Planting peppers while you’re angry increases their heat

- Itchy palms means money is coming your way

- When someone dies in a home, cover the mirrors lest their spirit be trapped

- Lift your feet and touch the roof of your car when driving over railroad tracks

- Drink raspberry tea to aid in childbirth

- Use rhubarb leaves to scrub your pots into a polished, high shine

- Damp moss applied to cuts helps them heal

- Feed a cold, but starve a fever

- Put a pair of cold scissors down your back to halt a nosebleed

- Ask a daddy longlegs where to find a lost thing and it’ll point you to it

- To keep bonds: break a coin in two on a new moon; sew half into your clothes and half into theirs

- More fog in August means more snow on the winter’s rise

- Don’t eat honey on the day of a funeral

- Never tell a dream before breakfast

- If you value your safety, never whistle in the woods

[punchitime]

Headcanon: Aran is really superstitious and has a genuine phobia of the number 13 along with a number of other things associated with bad luck. For a long time, despite getting along well and knowing hes a good guy, Aran couldn't feel comfortable around Mr. Sandman because he's the 13th boxer. Needless to say, he was a bit glad when little mac came and rounded out the roster.

Oooo!

Tbh I've always loved seeing other countries superstitions, why? I have no clue. But because of that i love this and agree

Going along with this i can see him staying FAR away from any fairy circle (aka a natural ring of mushroom) he sees, or like the itchy nose (fight is about to come), itchy left/right palm (money is going to come/leave you) kinda superstitious

Won't lie, opposite of little me because i used to lie down in the middle of them because like one or two would just appear in front of my house when i was little... Oops

[spiritualunravel]

Meanings & Superstitions of Itchy Right Hand or Palm

Ever felt an itch on your right hand or palm that you couldn’t explain? This small sensation holds deep meanings and superstitions across cultures. From ancient times to now, an itchy right hand or palm is seen as a sign of good luck, wealth, or trouble ahead. Let’s dive into the history, omens, palmistry, and spiritual meanings behind this common phenomenon. Key Takeaways The itchy right hand…

[crimesandunicorns]

I follow this superstition that my mom keeps saying, which is whenever your right palm is itchy, it means you’re gonna receive a lotta money and if your left palm is itchy, it means you’re gonna be spending a lot. And my left palm has been itching 🥲🥲🥲

[gadgetsforusesblog]

Click to read Itching in the palms is a sign that money is coming or not, here are the reasons

Itchy Palms And Feet Meaning In Hindi: You must be aware of this common superstition that if your palms are itchy, you are going to get money. It is quite exciting but do you know that in reality you may have some skin related issues. Despite the burning, itchy feeling in your hands, itchy palms are rarely a sign of a more serious problem. It’s something good. If you experience itchy palms, it…

[fanfictionaries]

I was on the phone with my mom today and my palms started itching really badly. She told me that’s a sign that you’re about to come into money.

Not 30 minutes later I accidentally ripped a $5 bill in half trying to pay for my chicken sandwich at Sonic and then hopped the curb trying to get out of the drivethru.

I don’t know what I’m about to come into, but something tells me it’s not money.

[how-masterful]

31 FICS OF FRIGHT

DAY 1- THE LADDER OF LUCK

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Prompt: Superstition

Notes: Welcome to the first chapter of My Halloween mini fic series! This year i’ve decided to challenge myself and write 30 randomly generated mini fics with the five main Masters, ending with a remaster on the 31st. These will be daily slice of life style rather than my usual essays fics with a full story. Think of them as little tricks and treats for the most wonderful time of the year! Hopefully you enjoy!

Warnings: None

“I’m not superstitious, Master. Why should I be?”

The Master sent you a disapproving look from the top of the wheeled ladder you’d just passed under. He leant against the top shelf, one hand on his hip, the other leaning on the tall bookcase in the east corner of the library. He couldn’t believe it- you’d just waltzed straight under him, completely ignoring the most basic, fundamental wives tale there is.

“Because!” he argued, placing his hardback in its gap upon the shelf with a frown.

“You humans always are! With good reason, I should add.”

You rolled your eyes. He always was haplessly dramatic with the smallest things. It was something you usually adored about him. Except for times like this.

“It's just a bunch of, y’know, ‘Hocus Pocus’. Like manifesting destiny, you just start looking for patterns”.

You pulled another book from the shelf and began to flick through the pages. Above your head you heard the smooth glide of the ladder, and looked up to see the Master had pulled himself along the bookcase- both he and the ladder now looming before you. You closed the book, tucking it within the crook of your arm.

“Having fun up there?”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

You scoffed, which soon turned into a small laugh. You leant against the bookcase, sending the Master an exasperated smile.

“You break a mirror; they say it's bad luck. Supposedly. But in reality, you’re just looking for something spooky to place the blame on when things go wrong.”

Turning away from the Master, you continued to walk down the lengthy corridor of books. The sound of the ladder followed, the Master close behind you, his shadow hitting the floor under the warm lights that flanked each shelf.

“Oh no, I lost my job. Must have been the mirror. God damn bloody Mary.”

“Now she was a RIGHT piece of work.”

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to glare up at the Master. You’d only just noticed he’d put on his glasses. He should wear them more often, you thought.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“The historical name dropping. You and the doctor always do it.”

The Master smirked, returning to his casual position of leaning against the top shelf.

“Y’know. I never suspected you to be a sceptic.”

“And why is that?”

“I thought you’d know better.”

You gaped up at the Timelord in offense. The Master braced himself against the edges of the ladder and slid down the golden rungs, before landing on the floor at your side.

“Now what on earth are YOU on about?”

The Masters arm found its way around your middle, moving to guide you towards the end of the row.

“Do you remember the story I told you of my dealings with Azal?”

You gave a small nod. You loved that story. Apart from the Master almost dying. But that was a usual part of his stories.

“Well, that whole thing made me want to dig deeper. Plus, I had a lot of time to myself in prison. So I started researching more into ancient myths, wives tales, that sort of thing. And y’know what I found out?”

“It's all bullshit?”

“It's all science!”

 At that, you paused, finally at the end of the row. You send the Master an incredulous expression. He looked awfully proud of himself.

“Azal was an alien, dearest. Most of your earthly supernatural stories come from the likes of me landing on your sad, little old planet and making our mark.”

“But that doesn't explain how my palms being itchy means i'm gonna have good luck.”

“If you stopped interrupting, maybe I could tell you.”

You gave the Master a well meaning scowl as you moved to sit upon the plush sofa, sitting cross legged in view of the roaring fire.

The Master sat opposite, elegantly crossing his ankles as he lounged against the arm.

“Most superstitions come from probability fields, leftover energy. Like how you and I are drenched in artron energy from the time vortex.”

You pondered, tilting your head. “Serious?”

“As the plague, love. When that black cat crosses your path and you trip over a brick, it's because that cat's ancestors were probably the pets of some very unlucky aliens. Friday the 13th? Probably the day a race lost an army. It's a hereditary thing.”

You were so engrossed in the Masters explanation, you hadn't even noticed the steaming mug of hot chocolate that had appeared upon the table, sitting neatly upon a coaster. Piled high with whipped cream, covered in sprinkles and chocolate flakes, with a cluster of marshmallows neatly sat against the rim. The TARDIS liked to surprise you both. You’d yet to thank her fully.

“So yeah, superstitions are very much real.”

“I’m still not convinced, Master”

You eagerly uncrossed your legs, sitting up to grasp hold of the mug. You clutched the steaming vessel and suddenly recoiled from the heat, the mug crashing out of your hands and onto the ground below. The ceramic shattered, sending the hot drink soaking into the carpet, the marshmallows and sprinkles haphazardly sprawled on top of the melting cream in the shape of a wonky frown.

You looked at the Master for support, but couldn't find any. He simply watched in amusement, the timelord casually grasping his own drink, mug held tight in hand.

He took a hearty sip and licked the foam from the corner of his mouth.

“Mmm. Shouldn't have walked under that ladder.”

[chaoticmosses]

On Itchy Palms (that old wives’ tale)

Good evening, fellow witches (and non witches too)! Today I wanted to explore a little about that wives’ tale regarding itchy palms. 

Now the one that I’ve always heard is if your left hand is itchy, you’ll come into money. How much it itches and all of those other things are indicators as to how much, how long, however you want to interpret it. (So for instance, if it’s a tiny bit itchy one time during the day, you might come across like $10, but if it’s repeatedly itchy a substantial amount, it might mean you’re going to come into a steady job.) 

According to the version I heard, all the same applies for the right hand, except for the meaning. I grew up hearing that if your right hand is itchy, you’ll meet new people. Once again, if it’s very itchy repeatedly, you might meet a lot of people in a lot of different settings, and if it’s only itchy a little bit one time, you’ll meet one or two or so. And let me just reiterate, in my opinion this is all about how you personally perceive and interpret it. 

Is this a real thing, though??? 

I’ve been asking myself that question since I can remember learning about it. Every single time my palms would itch, I’d get very excited and try to make a mental note to pay attention to whether or not it’d actually happen. Now I’m an incredibly forgetful person, so I never did pay attention, though I have a gut feeling that says it was accurate. However, that’s not definite enough for me to accept it as fact. 

So today, on my way to starbucks (I’ve been waiting on a transfer for literally two months, and wanted to sit in the lobby for a few hours in the morning so I’d be lowkey in their faces and make them remember I’m waiting on that transfer, and maybe hurry it along. I also wanted to work in my novel), my left palm started getting very itchy. I’m talking gotta-let-go-of-the-wheel-and-scratch-my-palm-furiously-and-hope-I-don’t-run-off-the-road itchy. At first it was only once or twice and I honestly was thinking about so many things it didn’t even register that it could be a message. But it was like the closer I got to the store, the more rapidly and intensely my palm would start to itch. It got so bad I was just rubbing it on my pants to dull it a little, and then my right palm started to itch a little. 

Quick disclaimer, my palms really are not frequently itchy, especially not like this. So eventually, it got my attention and I remembered the wives’ tale. I was happy but not entirely surprised, since I was planning on quitting and re-applying once I heard from my old SM because I was tired of waiting, but I was still not expecting it to happen so quickly. 

By the time I got inside, my old SM had texted me that she had an answer and asked me to call her with the store phone (I don’t have service rn since I haven’t been working, so I can text her over wifi because we both have iphones but I can’t make phone calls). I did and she said I should be hearing from someone within 30 minutes. I’m not kidding guys, within TWO HOURS of my being there, I spoke with the SM and she had me drive home to change clothes and come back for my first shift. I’ve been waiting TWO MONTHS (and this is NOT the first time I’ve sat in there to be an obnoxious physical reminder) and all of a sudden I was just... working. Just like that. 

So, decide for yourself whether itchy palms are a real thing, just like you can decide if spilling salt is really bad luck, or walking under ladders, or breaking a mirror, but I personally have zero doubt in my mind about the meaning of itchy palms at this point. And either way, I’m overwhelmingly thankful for today. 

[servantofthefates]

10 Ancient Superstitions

Some of these are from my country. Others I learned from my travels. Others yet I read from our family’s journals.

Each stems from the belief that the old gods and their minions are always watching and judging... rewarding or punishing. 

One of the most important things any true witch needs to learn is how to distinguish real magic from mere superstition.

1) Misleading Death

After attending a wake or a burial, it is necessary to stop by a crowded place, such as a park or a market. That is how you lose Death. Otherwise, he will follow you home.

2) Surprise Visitors

If while eating at a table, you drop your fork on the floor, a male guest will come knocking on your door. If you drop a spoon instead, your unannounced visitor will be a woman.

3) Announcing Humanity

In the Philippines, we say “Tao po!” while knocking on someone’s door. It roughly translates to, “Human here!” It reassures those inside that you are not a dangerous entity.

4) A Child’s Likeness

When a child looks more like his mother than his father, it means the husband loves his wife much more than she loves him. If he looks more like his father, then the more enamored one is the mother.

5) Jealous Entities

Across many religions, people partly withdraw a compliment they gave to somebody, lest a malicious entity hears it… gets jealous of what was complimented… and take the beautiful thing for themselves.

6) A Wedding a Year

Since before the Spaniards came, Filipinos have believed that no two members of a family should marry their beloved less than 12 months apart… or both couples will have to share the luck.

7) Itchy Palms

If your left palm itches out of the blue, it means you will unexpectedly receive money very soon. If it is your right hand that does, it means you will unexpectedly lose money instead.

8) Bachelors and Spinsters

If someone at the table starts tidying up their plate when a lone person has not finished eating yet, that unfortunate slow eater will never wear a wedding ring in this lifetime.

9) Nights are for Resting

After nightfall, combing your hair, cutting your nails and sweeping the floor must be avoided at all costs. The first will drain your beauty, the second, your money; and the third will turn away your luck.

10) Biting Your Tongue

If you accidentally bite your tongue, think of a small number. Say, three. The equivalent letter of that is C. The first person who comes to mind whose name starts with C was thinking of you just now, causing your little injury.

[ennui-gt]

Changeling

Author’s Note:

Hihi! Haven’t written anything in a while and was getting pretty itchy for it so I wrote this! I’m not, like, a professional or anything, and this is hella unedited, but I think this lil one shot came out alright! It’s fearplay-ish and Oh Boy is there Context, but it’s not needed to understand the story! Feel free to ask about context tho :3 Also, and I cannot stress this enough, if I don't respond to an ask, ask again and/or dm me bc tumblr just ate the damn thing.

Tw: rly brief mention of animal death/corpse, some bodily harm/violence.

Mira skirted silently along the the windowsill, the ghost of a long forgotten dread cloying at her heart as she watched the titanic man shift in his sleep. It had been a week or so, maybe two, since her human had been replaced by the thing that slept in his place.

The first hints of something being…not entirely Right with Ross came the first night. He didn’t call out to her. Instead, he simply walked in, sat on the couch. His face was devoid of emotion, hollow, eyes wide and unblinking as he stared straight ahead at cream colored drywall for hours before going to bed.

The second night, he’d brought over someone she’d never seen before. They chatted idly in a strange langue she didn’t quite understand, then the other human had left and it was back to vacantly gazing at drywall.

The third night was when she knew for certain that something was gravely wrong. He���d…well it hadn’t really been him, it didn’t even bear a resemblance to him at the time of, brought home the mangled corpse of a deer, throwing it on the table and devouring it in a mess of teeth and claws. And then…it looked like him again. Blood and viscera lined his mouth, but it was...his mouth. It wore his face.

The next night, the new friend was back again, and they talked more in that unfamiliar language. At one point voices were raised, and it ended in a ferocious hissing match. Mira left the next day for the woodland borrower village, taking what she’d learned with her.

She relayed what she’d learned to the elders, who gave her a word to put to the horrific creature that had overtaken her human. Changeling, they called him. They told her she was lucky to be alive, that she should stay in the village. It was warded and safe. She told them she’d rather risk it for her friend.

They told her that he was long gone, most likely. She told them to go to hell.

The Old Wisdom was rarely believed in this day and age, and even rarer were such superstitions to be trusted. She decided to take all precautions, lining the room’s egresses with a mixture of salt and linseed oil. She donned the armor she’d created as quietly as possible ‘til whole body was covered in pieces of iron held in place with string. It was an insult to a proper suit of armor, but as it glinted in the moonlight she noted that it would probably do the job just fine. Now, it was time to wake the bastard up. She nervously turned the iron nail over in her hands a few times, feeling the weight of it in her palms as she replayed the events that led her to this moment.

She hadn’t noticed the shadow eclipsing the moonlight pouring in from the window ‘til a gloved hand encompassed her body, completely restricting her movement. “Y’know, I almost thought you weren’t going to make a move.” Ross’s voice thundered around her, lacking all the gentleness it should’ve held.

“Let me go.” Mira replied, squirming in his grasp, “Let me go so I can fucking kill you.” she hissed.

He chuckled, the sound sending a fresh shot of ice through Mira’s veins. “Bold words, coming from a mouse.”

“I’m not a mouse, I’m a rat.” she corrected, biting through the glove with her serrated front teeth.

His grip loosened for a split second, but it was enough. She was free, scrambling up his arm in a mad dash with the iron nail clenched between her teeth. Once she got to the base of his neck, she jammed the nail between his vertebrae. It slid into his flesh like butter, burning a hole through the musculature and cartilage at a breakneck pace.

The creature howled, dropping to the ground like a sack of bricks. “TAKE IT OUT!” he roared, unable to do anything but tense his body from the neck down.

Mira sighed, almost relieved, “Give me your Name, and I’ll do that.” she replied casually.

“You fucking crazy bitch! Take it out NOW!” he snarled, contorting at odd, inhuman angles in an attempt to shift to his faerie form.

Mira drove the nail in deeper and he let out a pained scream that devolved quickly into whimpers.

“GIVE ME YOUR TRUE FUCKING NAME!” she shouted.

“Or what?” he managed to grit out between pained whimpers.

“Or I’ll end it. Don’t think I don’t have the silver.” she spat.

One could cut the tension in the brief moment that followed with a knife. “Mal…Malferis.” he finally said. Mira felt an odd surge of power that accompanied the name. It was a static charge that she could feel deep in her bones, ancient and magical, thrumming with untapped potential. Ready to bend to her will. His voice snapped her out of her momentary fervor, calling her back to the present like a beacon. "Could you please get this piece of shit iron out of me?”