#Made with a blend of powerful herbs

[sarabherbs]

[astra-ravana]

Types Of Witchcraft

Note: These are general/basic explanations of different classes of magick/witchcraft. Practitioners can fall into multiple or none of these categories. Ultimately, only an individual can choose their labels.

Green: Utilizing greenery/plants/herbs/flowers in herbal/nature magick, such as creating blends of different plants or primarily using herbs in spellwork. May keep a garden and take great pride in their workings/connection to the earth and nature.

Hedge/Shamanic: A type of magick that's more oriented towards spirit work, Otherworld and astral travel, dream work, spiritual power and healing. May work with psychedelic/psychotropic/toxic plants and fungi as spiritual tools (ie: flying ointments/teas made from amanita muscaria or datura)

Sea: A type of magick derived from materials/abstract ideas involving the ocean world. Sea magick is worked using various items from as well as one's own connection to the sea and its creatures.

Storm: Magick that is worked by combining one's own energy with the energy of the weather, most commonly storms. Storm witches may have practices such as collecting storm water or snow, "whistling up" or manipulating winds, or performing rituals during severe weather.

Hearth/Kitchen: Magick performed through kitchen craft and/or mundane tasks/crafts around the home or for loved ones. Typically worked daily through food, herbal mixtures, crafting, decorating, and hobbies. May also work with the Fae/elements/nature.

Tea: Those who drink tea, make their own tea mixtures, or enjoy blending herbal remedies and often use reading tea leaves as their form of divination.

Urban: For those who live in or prefer an urban setting/lifestyle. Magick that is worked in densely populated areas and big cities, without some of the seemingly "traditional" aspects of witchcraft.

Tech: Magick that is skillfully worked through technology. A tech witch might cast spells/do divinatory readings on the internet, use magick based apps/programs, or keep a digital grimoire/library.

Elemental: Magick that is worked by honoring/acknowledging all 4/5 elements (Fire, Air, Water, Earth, and/or Spirit). Elementalists may dedicate part of their alter to each element and call upon them during rituals/spells. Conversely, they may choose to focus on only one element changing the designation to either fire, air, water or earth witchcraft.

Fae/Faerie: The magick of those who work and commune with the Fae. Faerie witches may do rituals/spells around the Fae, ask favors of them, have regular communication sessions, and leave them offerings. The Fae are very unpredictable and strong but, with time and respect, they share their magick with special individuals.

Infernal: A system of spirit work/magick that revolves around Infernal spirits/entities, such as demons, djinn, or other spirits of a chaotic alignment. This practice requires a surprising amount of shadow work and dismantling of oppressive religious systems. They may summon demons, perform rituals/spells with them, make deals, or take them up as magickal familiars.

Necromancy: The practice of seeking the assistance of, summoning, communication, and diving through the dead. Practitioners may frequent cemetaries/burial grounds/haunted locations and perform magick and spiritual/divinatory readings there. Often employ the use of pendulums, dowsing rods, talking boards, black mirrors, grave dirt, and bones.

Draconian: Draconian magick is a practice that involves engaging with dragons as powerful forces and allies in spiritual practice. It can include rituals, symbolism, and techniques to connect with dragons, and may be used for empowerment, healing, and spiritual growth.

Chaos: A type of magick utilizing new, non-traditional, and unorthodox methods. It is a highly individualistic practice that draws from many magickal disciplines (eclecticism).

Blood/Sanguine: A very potent class of magick that includes the use of one's own blood or that of another in powerful rituals/spells.

Sigil/Art: The use of sigils, symbols, glyphs, runes, or artwork infused with will and intention. This practice is vast, versatile, and diverse with each practioner producing truly unique results.

Lunar: Lunar magick is the practice of performing rituals during the different phases of the Moon to bring about physical or psychological change. They may honor/worship the Moon, do moonlight rituals, or make moon waters. Conversely, one could work with the Sun in much the same fashion.

Cosmic/Celestial: Magick that incorporates the stars and planets. Astrology is a dominant force in their lives and witchcraft and they consider the placement of celestial bodies before doing a working.

Crystal: Incorporation of crystals/stones in one's magickal practice. May make crystal grids, include them in their spells, use them in energy work, meditation, or for Reiki healing.

Glamour: Glamour magick is an enchantment type that adjusts or changes your outward appearance, or people's perception of your outward appearance and can include the enchanting of jewelry, clothing, and even makeup for magickal purposes.

Shadow: Magick with a focus on the elements of darkness and shadow. May practice umbrakinesis (shadow manipulation), magickal subterfuge and illusion, and feel at peace, and even practice, in pitch black darkness

Are there any you feel I should have included? Please let me know! I'd love to expand this list. :)

[littlest-w01f]

Shifter

"Futanari" with:

Feyre x Reader (Rhysand mentioned)

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: After taking you home, Feyre has more fun with you

Cw: Futa Feyre, reference to oral M, fingering, Smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: The next part of Rita's, can be read solo.

The kitchen was filled with an intoxicating aroma, a blend of spices and herbs wafting through the air. Rhysand, clad only in a pair of black silk boxers, stirred a bubbling pot on the stove, his muscular arms flexing with each movement. His violet eyes glowed with playful mischief as he glanced at you and his mate, pressed by the counter.

Feyre had you pressed hard against the counter, kissing roughly. Your tongues danced sensually, exchanging his cum between you that he had shot down her throat while you were kissing his cock together. The erotic sight made his cock throb to life again beneath his silk.

Feyre moaned softly as she savoured the taste of her mate mingling with your saliva. Her fingers tangled in your hair, gripping hard, guiding your heated kiss. You whimpered needily against Feyre's lips, desire to burn through her veins like liquid fire.

After taking you in the back alley of Rita's, the couple had brought you home, the place had been silent when you all winnowed in, Feyre having mentally reached out to her sister to take herself and Nyx out to the Town House for the night.

Feyre's hands reached down, finding your still stretched entrance, from Rhysand having taken you the first thing, and after you had said you were hungry, so here you were, with Rhysand cooking as Feyre's fingers probed your slick cunt, you let out a breathy moan, your hips bucking instinctively against her touch. She grinned wickedly, pumping two digits in and out of your tight heat with ease.

As Feyre's fingers explored your dripping cunt, you felt a rush of pleasure course through your body. "Fuck," you groaned, your voice muffled against Feyre's lips. Your hips bucked instinctively towards her hand, craving more of her touch.

Feeling you squirm under her, Feyre smirked against your mouth before pulling away slightly. She gave you a wicked look, her eyes gleaming with lustful intent. "Looks like someone's eager," she teased, giving your clit a firm pinch, causing your knees to buckle.

"Mmmph!" you gasped, arching your back as Feyre's skilled fingers found your sensitive nub, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. Your thighs trembled, trying to steady yourself against the intense sensations flooding your senses.

Feyre chuckled darkly, pleased with your reaction to her ministrations. She continued to stroke your throbbing clit, her fingers moving in quick, maddening circles. "So responsive," she purred, her hot breath fanning over your ear as she leaned in close. "I think we've got time for another round before dinner."

Feyre slid three fingers into your soaked cunt, pumping them in and out at a relentless pace. Her thumb kept up its assault on your clit, rubbing and pinching in rhythm with her plunging fingers. You cried out, your head falling back against the counter as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

With a swift motion, she lifted you onto the counter, your legs wrapping around her waist automatically. She leaned in, capturing your lips once again, her tongue sliding past your parted lips, tasting you deeply.

You cupped her cheeks, kissing back, your hands trailing down her naked body, feeling the soft curves mixed with firm muscles, grabbing at her body. As you kissed Feyre passionately, your hands roamed over her lithe yet powerful body, feeling every curve and contour. Your fingers traced along the ridges of her muscles, admiring the strength hidden beneath her soft skin. Feyre growled low in her throat as your hands explored her body, leaving trails of tingling heat in their wake.

Her body was a perfect blend of feminine grace and raw power, and your touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through both of you. Feyre moaned into your mouth, her own hands exploring your body with equal enthusiasm.

Your breasts brushed against Feyre's, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The friction created only heightened your desire.

You gasped when you felt something rock hard press against your cunt, completely opposite to the rest of Feyre. Feeling Feyre's hard cock pressing against your soaked folds, your breath hitching in your throat. "Fuck," you whispered, your voice laced with surprise and arousal.

Feyre chuckles lowly, a deep rumble emanating from her chest. "Surprise," she purrs, grinding her thick, girthy cock against your slick folds. "Didn't think I'd be able to resist fucking this tight little cunt with my cock, did you?"

Feyre's words sent a shiver down your spine, mixing with the anticipation building within you as she rubbed her hard, thick cock against your wet slit. You could feel every ridge and vein, teasing your sensitive flesh.

With a swift tug, Feyre pulled you closer to press you against her impressive cock. The sight of it made your mouth water, long, thick, and pulsing with arousal. You reached out, wrapping your hand around the base, marvelling at the heat and hardness.

"Cauldron, Feyre…" you breathed, stroking her cock slowly. "You're huge."

Feeling your hand wrapped around her cock, Feyre grunted, a shudder running through her body. "You're going to get me even harder than I am now like this..." she warned, her voice husky with arousal.

She guided your hand to pump her cock faster, her other hand reaching to play with your clit again. The stimulations had you both moaning, your body arching towards her touch.

The thought of being taken by Feyre's massive cock sent another wave of heat rushing through your body, you had been with plenty of Fae, working in a bar that connected to a sex club, but this was entirely new. You knew your High Lady held the power of all courts, but seeing her shapeshifting ability in front of your eyes had you drolling.

Feeling Feyre's massive cock rubbing against your sensitive folds, you could barely contain yourself. A moan slipped past your lips, echoing throughout the kitchen. The sensation of her hard length against your wetness was intoxicating, driving you wild with desire.

"You're so wet," Feyre murmured, thrusting her hips forward to grind her cock against your slick folds. "And I haven't even started yet."

"Gods… Feyre…" You breathed out, your hands gripping her shoulders tightly. You knew it would stretch you wide, fill you completely, but the thought didn't scare you. Instead, it excited you further.

"You're so big…" you murmured, looking up at Feyre with wide eyes filled with lust. The sight of her thick cock throbbing with need was enough to make your cunt clench in anticipation. "You're… you're going to fuck me with that..." It wasn't a question, but a breathless statement, your voice barely above a whisper. There was no hesitation in your words, only anticipation.

Rhysand approached you from where he had been watching, stroking your hair as Feyre kissed your neck, rutting against your cunt but not pushing in, "Do try to be quiet, love. We don't need noise complaints from down three streets." Rhysand smiled at your open mouth, lost as little gasps and breaths and leaned in to kiss you, his tongue licking at yours, tasting his mate through you.

Your eyes were locked on Feyre's massive cock as Rhysand pulled away, you could feel her precum leaking onto your slit, coating your swollen lips, preparing you for her thick length. You could tell from the way Feyre was moving against you, rubbing her cock against your slit, that she was enjoying the moment as much as you were. Her grip on your hips tightened, her nails digging into your flesh, leaving marks that would remind you of this encounter long after it ended.

The sight of Feyre's thick, veiny cock, pulsating with need, was almost too much to handle. You wanted her inside you, filling you up until you couldn't remember your own name. Even with the curved cock, Feyre was very much the same female she had been moments before while you were making out, the same female you had eaten out, and you wanted more.

As Feyre positioned herself at your entrance, her massive cock throbbing with need. Despite the change in anatomy, she was still unmistakably Feyre, beautiful, powerful, and incredibly sexy. She looked into your eyes, her gaze intense and filled with hunger. She lined up her cock with your entrance, the thick head nudging against your slick folds. "Are you ready for me, love?" she asked, her voice low and rough with arousal.

"Yes... Cauldron yes, Feyre... Please..." You begged, spreading your thighs wider in invitation. Your body was aching to be filled by her massive cock, to be stretched and claimed by the High Lady of the Night Court.

Feyre smirked at your eagerness, relishing the effect she had on you. Slowly, torturously, she pushed forward, the thick head of her cock breaching your entrance. Your walls clenched around her, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion. Feyre groaned at the sensation, her grip on your hips tightening. She pushed forward slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open around her girth. The mix of pleasure and slight discomfort, making your toes curl.

Gradually, she began to move, thrusting shallowly at first. Each push sent waves of bliss radiating through your core, your walls fluttering around her invading length. Despite the discomfort, you couldn't help but moan, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. The sensation of being filled by Feyre's enormous cock was unlike anything you've ever experienced.

As Feyre pushed deeper into your soaking wet cunt, her cock stretching you wider than you've ever been, you let out a loud moan, your body trembling in her grasp. Each inch of her massive cock slid into you effortlessly, hitting spots within you that made stars explode behind your closed eyelids.

Feyre's hips snapped forward, burying her massive cock deep inside your tight, wet heat. The feeling of being so thoroughly filled, stretched to your limits, was overwhelming. Your walls clenched around her, trying to accommodate the intrusion.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Feyre growled, her voice strained with pleasure. She began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace. The force of her thrusts rocked your entire body, pushing you further up the countertop. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your core, your mind hazing over with pure bliss. You could feel every ridge and vein of Feyre's cock dragging along your inner walls, stoking the fire burning within you higher and higher.

Feyre's movements became erratic, her rhythm faltering as she chased her release. Your inner walls clenched around her cock instinctively, trying to adjust to the sheer size of her. The feeling of being filled by Feyre was indescribable, it was as if she was claiming every part of you.

You looked up at Feyre, her face contorted in pure bliss, her eyes glazed over with lust. Seeing her like this, taking you so eagerly, sent another surge of pleasure through your body. Feeling Feyre's cock settle into your tight cunt, you could hardly believe the pleasure coursing through your veins. Every twitch of her muscles, and every movement of her cock sent waves of euphoria rippling through you.

"Fucking hell, Feyre…" you managed to say between pants, your body writhing underneath her. Your eyes met hers, glazed over with lust, and your lips parted in a silent moan. The feeling of being filled by Feyre was unlike anything else, it was as if she owned every part of you.

Each thrust hit your sweet spot perfectly, sending shocks of pleasure radiating through your entire body. You could feel every muscle in your abdomen tighten as she fucked you relentlessly. Feyre's thrusts grew even more forceful as she picked up speed, her massive cock pounding into your tight cunt with unrelenting intensity. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by your moans and Feyre's guttural grunts.

Your body moved in tandem with hers, meeting each of her powerful strokes. The sensation of her thick cock stretching your insides was overwhelming, bordering on painful, but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort.

Feyre's grip on your hips tightened, her nails digging into your skin as she rode you harder. Leaning down, she captured your mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue plundering yours as she continued to fuck you with reckless abandon. The kitchen seemed to spin around you, the world narrowing down to the place where Feyre's cock met your cunt.

You despised when some males tried to reach your cervix to prove how big they were, and you had your fair shares of strange bedfellows who couldn't pleasure properly, but with Feyre, it came so easy, her cock reaching every part of you, painful nudges at your cervix that provided blinding pleasure mixed with pain.

Her hand found its way to your clit, fingers wrapping around the sensitive bud and giving it a firm pinch. The combination of having Feyre's cock buried deep inside you and her fingers playing with your clit was too much to bear.

"Come for me, pretty. Come." Feyre's skilled fingers worked your clit mercilessly, pinching and twisting the sensitive nub just right to push you closer to the edge. Her cock continued to piston in and out of your soaked cunt, hitting that magical spot inside you with every thrust.

The intense stimulation quickly sent you spiralling towards climax. Your inner walls clenched around Feyre's thickness, milking her cock as your orgasm built. Feyre felt your body tense, heard your moans grow louder, and knew you were teetering on the brink.

As Feyre's fingers played with your clit, her cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of orgasm. The pleasure was unbearable, building up within you like a tidal wave ready to crash down.

You cried out, your voice echoing through the room as you finally tipped over the edge. Your cunt clenched around Feyre's cock, milking it for all it was worth. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over you, rendering you momentarily speechless.

Feyre didn't relent though, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from your body. Feyre's pace never faltered, her cock still driving into your spasming cunt as you rode out the aftershocks of your climax. "Fuck, you're so responsive," she panted, her voice husky with desire. "I can feel you squeezing my cock so tightly."

She leaned down, her hot breath ghosting over your ear as she whispered, "I'm not done with you yet, love. I want to fill you up completely." With that, she picked up speed again, her hips slamming against yours with renewed vigor. Feyre fucked you with wild abandon, her cock throbbed inside you, growing even harder as she chased her own release.

Feyre's words sent a shiver down your spine, the promise of her cum filling you up igniting a fresh wave of desire within you. You could feel her cock throbbing inside you, growing even harder with each passing second. "Please-" You gasped, your breasts rubbing together, causing more sparks to flow through you.

Feyre's thrusts became erratic, her movements losing their precision as she neared her climax. "Fuck, I'm close," she gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Gonna fill you up so good."

With one final, powerful thrust, Feyre buried her cock deep inside you as she erupted. Thick ropes of cum pumped into your cunt, flooding your insides with her hot seed. You could feel every pulse of her cock as it emptied itself into you, marking you as hers in the most primal way possible.

As Feyre's cock pulsed inside you, filling you with her warm seed, you couldn't help but moan in delight. The feeling of her cum painting your insides was indescribable.

You could feel her cock starting to soften inside you, but you didn't want to let go just yet. Instead, you wrapped your legs around her waist, holding her close as you both basked in the afterglow of your intense session.

"If you ladies are done, you should have dinner," Rhysand's voice rang, from the dining room, you blushed when you realised you had forgotten the High Lord was there too, too lost in Feyre as you let out a pitiful whine in Feyre's breasts at the voice.

Still impaled on Feyre's softening cock, you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around her waist. Feyre gently pulled out of you, her cum dribbling out of your well-fucked cunt and down your thighs.

You both sat up, Feyre affectionately wiping a strand of sweat-dampened hair from your forehead. "We make quite the mess," she chuckled, glancing down at the puddle of cum on the table, cleaning it with a snap of her finger. "Let's eat now, Rhys will get you home after if you want."

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[najia-cooks]

[ID: An extreme close-up of ground spices in various shades of brown and orange laid out in lines on a plate. End ID]

سبع بهارات فلسطينية / Seb'a baharat falastinia (Palestinian seven-spice)

Seb'a baharat is one of a few spice blends often referred to in English simply as “baharat” (the plural of Arabic بهار / bahar, “spice”). A warm, earthy blend, it is commonly used to season meat, fish, and poultry in the Levant, Eastern Arabia, and Egypt, where recipes differ from region to region and from person to person. Common ingredients include cumin, cardamom, black pepper, nutmeg, and cinnamon.

Palestinian versions of seb'a baharat are usually dominated by allspice, black pepper, and cinnamon, giving them a pungent and sweet head; nutmeg, cloves, and cardamom provide additional warmth, while cumin and coriander often round out the blend with earthiness and a hint of florality. Ginger is also an occasional inclusion.

By the early 2010s, decades of Israeli taxation on exports and imports of non-Israeli goods had eroded Palestinian economic and culinary self-determination; Israel had instituted further blockades of the Gaza border in 2007, leading to a sharp decline in exports. Several farmers in Gaza turned to growing spices and herbs, including cumin and ginger, on their farms with the intention of finding a profitable market for them in Europe. However, frequent border closings, punitive export taxes, and Israeli shooting at Palestinian farmers who were attempting to work their land, made the plan unviable.

More recently, Palestinians have continued to work to find new ways to produce food despite shrinking access to arable land and fresh water. Resisting Israeli targeting of Palestinian food self-sufficiency is a matter, not just of subsistence and economic power, but of identity and dignity.

Today, Israel's total siege of Gaza continues as civilians run out of food, water, power, and medical supplies. Medical Aid for Palestinians (MAP) has put out an urgent call for donations to provide medical supplies to hospitals when supply lines reopen. Also contact your representatives in the USA, UK, and Canada.

Ingredients:

1 Tbsp ground allspice (6.6g; 1 Tbsp + 1 tsp allspice berries)

1/2 Tbsp ground black pepper (6.2g; 1/2 Tbsp black peppercorns)

1/2 Tbsp ground cinnamon (5.3g; 1 large stick Chinese cassia)

1 1/4 tsp ground coriander (2g; 1 1/2 tsp coriander seeds)

1 tsp ground nutmeg (1.4g; 1/2 nutmeg)

1 tsp ground cloves (2g; 1 1/4 tsp whole cloves)

1 tsp ground cardamom (scant 1/2 Tbsp pods; 2.6g just seeds)

3/4 tsp ground cumin (2.1g; scant tsp cumin seeds)

Instructions:

1. In a mortar and pestle or using the flat of a knife, roughly crush nutmeg and cinnamon.

2. In a dry skillet over medium heat, toast whole spices one at a time until each is strongly fragrant. Remove from heat and allow to cool in a single layer on a large plate.

3. Grind all spices together in a mortar and pestle or a spice mill. Pass through a sieve to remove large pieces. Store in an airtight jar in a cool, dark place.

[galacticnikki]

A Baby Witch's First Grimoire

Grimoire Entry 13 - Marijuana in Witchcraft

Disclaimer: This blog post is intended for readers ages 21 and older, or 18 and older with a medical marijuana card. I do not condone the misuse of marijuana by anyone.

My history with marijuana

Back in early 2020, about a few months before June, I started to smoke marijuana for medicinal purposes. I had already been practicing magic for 4 years at this point. I had no idea what I was doing and had no structure for my craft. I started smoking once a night and occasionally would feel compelled to light a candle. Over time I started to notice myself performing magic when I was high. I realized that this really helped me to tap into my higher self and made my intent much stronger. Now that I'm older and wiser I've learned many other uses for marijuana that I had never even considered beforehand.

What are some uses of marijuana in witchcraft?

Cleansing

Divination

Blessing

Charging

Connecting with your higher self

Smoke blends

Spell writing

How to use marijuana in witchcraft

1. Cleansing yourself:

Take 3-5, 3 second hits from your cart or bong and visualize the smoke carrying away the negativity. If you're a heavyweight take 5-10, 3 second hits from your cart or bong. If you're a lightweight take 2, 3 second hits from your cart or bong.

2. Cleansing your space:

Start by standing at the entrance of your space, the area you walk through to enter and exit the space, and take a 3 second hit from your cart or bong. Exhale the smoke and visualize it clearing any negative energy. Move in a clockwise manner around the corners of the space, taking a 3 second hit for each corner.

3. Cleansing & charging an item:

Take the item you want to cleanse and charge. Clear the item of any dirt or dust that has collected on it. Take a 5 second hit from your cart or bong and exhale the smoke across the item you want to cleanse. Take a 3 second hit from your cart or bong and exhale over the item again to charge it.

4. Connecting with your higher self and writing spells:

Smoke until you feel a slight tingling sensation, or until you're high but still functional. Find a quiet place where you won't be disturbed and sit in a comfortable position. Allow yourself to meditate on the sensations you feel and all of your senses. Allow yourself to really focus on each one. When the time feels right begin writing down any spells that come to mind.

5. Create a smoke blend and use it for divination

Make a smoke blend that is 2 parts marijuana, 1 part intention herb, and 1/2 part aromatic herb from the list of smokable herbs listed below. Call upon your deity of choice and smoke in their name. Follow the method outlined in method 4 to connect with your higher self. Allow your divine self to commune with your deity of choice. Make sure you thank them when you're done.

Smokeable Herbs:

Lavender* - Good for healing, relaxation, and sleep

Rose Petals* - For love and beauty

Damiana - Increases the calming and relaxing effects of weed, used for lust and passionate love

Mullein - Communication with spirits and protecting oneself from evil spirits

Blue Lotus Petals* - Increases the calming and relaxing effects of weed, used for lunar magic, divination, and connection with deities

Wormwood and Mugwort - Used for divination, protection, and psychic power. (Do not smoke Mugwort if you're on birth control or are pregnant)

Mint* and Peppermint* - Used for good luck, money, energy, love, protection, and clearing negativity

Cloves* - Used to clear negative energy, attract money, stop gossip

Red Raspberry Leaves - Used to ease symptoms of PMS, offers protection, and love

Catnip - Relieves period cramps

Motherwort - Induces astral travel, channeling, increases psychic awareness, and eases anxiety

* - Aromatic Herb

Feel free to check out my master post for more information!

[misc-obeyme]

i've been.. sick.. auhrgh. (its a simple cold but my body can'teven),, if you still take tiny drabble requests can I request Barb helping mc when they got a cold.. just tooth rotting fluff.. (if you dont/aren't comfortable thats fine :0b)

Oh noooo I hope you're feeling better!! Being sick is the worst...

And I am still doing drabbles, yes! So I may have written a little more than what I consider drabble length but uh... well I can't help myself when it comes to Barb, so.

Anyway, here's a bunch of fluff!

You were sick. You knew it and even though you were trying to hide it, you were sure everybody else knew it, too. You kept your sneezes as quiet as possible, burying your face in your elbow to muffle their sound. You refused to sniffle unless you absolutely had to. And you went into the bathroom to blow your nose in private. You tried everything you could to suppress the shivers that ran through your aching body, even while you kept wiping the sweat off of your forehead.

All day at RAD, you felt like despite the obvious signs, you were doing a decent job of powering through it. If anyone noticed, they didn't say anything.

Until you got home, that is.

You were surprised to find Barbatos already in your room.

He smiled at you, but there was a sternness behind it, too. "MC. You are in no condition to continue pushing yourself the way you have been. I have changed your bedsheets and washed your favorite pair of pajamas. Now I must insist that you get changed and get into bed so you can rest."

You frowned and folded your arms. "I don't need to get into bed, I'm fine," you said.

Barbatos walked over to you, removed his glove carefully, and put his hand on your forehead. You shivered a little, partly because you knew he would feel your fever and partly because his touch awakened a burst of butterflies in your stomach.

Barbatos let his hand descend to cup your cheek. "You cannot hide the evidence of your illness from me," he said. His voice was soft, the firmness of moments ago melting away into indulgence. "I know you feel that it is minor, but you will recover quicker if you rest now. If you will allow me to, I will take care of you until you are well again."

The tinge of heat that rose up in your cheeks wasn't something you could blame on your fever. You nodded.

When you were in your pajamas and snug beneath the covers, Barbatos brought you a tray of soup and tea. He sat beside your bed while you ate. On your bedside table he had already placed a supply of tissues and water.

"This is delicious," you said when you were halfway through the soup.

"It is a recipe of my own design," Barbatos said. "It incorporates all of the best nutrients a human would need to fight off a cold. The tea is also a special blend of Devildom herbs. They are safe for human consumption, of course, but they contain just enough magical properties to boost your immune system and speed your recovery."

You smiled at him. It was just like him to be so meticulous in what he served you.

"Isn't it a bad idea for you to be this close to me?" you asked. "What if I'm contagious? I don't want you to get sick, too."

"You needn't worry about me, MC," Barbatos said. "I am not capable of contracting an illness of this nature."

You didn't have the clarity of mind to question that statement further.

When you had finished eating, Barbatos cleared away the tray, then positioned himself back in his chair.

"Are you really just going to sit there all night?" you asked.

"I wish to be here should you need me," he said.

You sighed. You were feeling sleepy. The warmth of the food made you heavy and the softness of your mattress caused your body to relax. Your senses were dulled by the fever still running through you. Your eyelids were slowly descending, but you kept them open. You reached out a hand toward Barbatos and murmured his name.

Barbatos knew what you wanted without you needing to say it. You were still sitting up in bed and after removing his shoes, Barbatos sat beside you. Instead of laying back on your pillows, you rested your head on his chest. His arms enclosed you and your breathing synced with his. You fell asleep listening to the beating of his heart.

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[fbfh]

Curiosity is a Wonderful thing ch. 12

wc: 2.6k

genre: slow burn, little angst, childhood best friends to lovers

pairing: slow burn bff!ben x fem daughter of alice!reader, mal x ben (allegedly), reader flirting with Jay for strategic reasons

warnings: sort of kind of dubcon ish only bc reader uses a truth serum on someone but it's contextually ethical and nothing shady happens, made up wonderland plants by yours truly, reader shakes them feminine wiles to get info in a very sfw way

summary: you brew a special blend of tea with the sole purpose of spilling tea with a friend of Mal's.

song recs: what baking can do - waitress OBC, power and control - marina, something bad - wicked obc

a/n: your outfit (it's the same one as ch11), also HI I MISSED YALL. things have been CONSTANTLY happening and good news is I'm finally on the right dose of adderall so I was able to knock out the last part of this chapter in like 20 minutes or smth lol. ily all and if I missed you in the tag list just hoot n holler at me in the tags!!

also candorcorn root is a made up plant that makes people tell the truth, and neutrestnuts are a made up wonderland chestnut that neutralize things

tags @yesv01@magcon7280 @hopefullhearts @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sunshineangel-reads @dustyinkpages @inejsknifes @tulipmagnoliaisme @ev3ningrain @yokolesbianism @ma1dita @casey1-2007 @roseidol @eaterof-concrete @enhacatalog @inejghafawifesblog @jjmaybankisawesome @leovergurl @formulas-bitch @starsdotalk @tulipmagnoliaisme @inejsknifes @ficslutt @bwormie @urmomlikeslinotoo @jazhandzzz

Your mind is reeling as you go over the elements of the strategy before you again and again. You have the candorcorn root - from the right side of the plant, of course - in a small pouch. You carry it into the school kitchens, gather the rest of your ingredients, and lay them out in a meticulous sort of mise en place. You let out a long puff of air out of your pursed lips, staying in a deep focus as you begin to do something you’ve done a thousand times before.

Brew a pot of tea.

You brew the candorcorn root into a strong concentrate, so strong it makes your eyes water. You set it aside to boil down as you settle on what the body of this beverage will be composed of. Candorcorn root is known for having a strong, bitter taste - sometimes with a sweet aftertaste depending on the truth that’s revealed, but you’re not counting on a particularly sweet truth under the current circumstances. 

To hide some of the earthy bite, you begin making your own blend of different dried herbs, spices, and tea leaves. You start with a base of English dinner - it’s much too late in the evening for English breakfast, even in tea form - then carefully whisk in a little bit of matcha. Once that’s steeping and nicely blended together, you muddle in a few fresh cranberries. You add in a healthy dose of your favorite Port Royal vanilla to lighten the flavor profile and minimize suspicion. 

Feeling mischievous, you add in a few mint leaves to the mix. After it brews together, you waft the steam into your nose. It smells… irresistible. Your mouth waters, and you scribble down the recipe on a napkin to make again later - sans the candorcorn root concentrate, of course. You check your pocket watch, and the time for action is growing nearer and nearer. You bite the crook of your finger in consideration. 

Your mother always used to tell you, the way to a man’s stomach is through his heart, and the way to his heart is through his chest cavity. You suppose it would be a rather good, sensible decision to have a backup plan of sorts. As bizarre as it is to think, you are aware that not everyone drinks tea - especially not as often as you do. You hum and rock on your heels anxiously, eyes darting around the kitchen as the self imposed deadline you’ve set marches coldly closer. 

“Wait,” you murmur, freezing as you get an idea. 

You begin digging through the kitchens as quickly as you can, looking for a few things. If you can get them together, you won’t need to worry about ensuring the specialty tea is consumed in full. You rifle through cupboards and pantry shelves, gathering chocolate spread, a large box of fluffy, cake-like cookies, hot chocolate powder, and a small jar of currents. You look around some more, huffing in irritated frustration at the lack of proper tea biscuits in the kitchen. 

Your disappointment is short lived, however, when you remember the large supply of tea biscuits you always carry around with you for just this sort of emergency. You reach into your teapot bag and pull out your sewing kit, then proceed to swiftly open it up and dump out all the biscuits it contains. Your sewing supplies is kept in a biscuit tin, of course, otherwise you’d get them all mixed up and find yourself hemming your trousers with snickerdoodles. A preposterous idea, of course, everyone knows that biscotti are best for mending trousers. 

The last crumbs fall and you’re brought back to the task at hand. Or rather, at foot, since that’s where the rest of the crumbs land when you stuff the empty tin back into your bag. You let out a shaky but determined breath, and begin to get to work as swiftly as you can manage. You falter once more, realizing that gloves are most likely in order here. You can only find your backup gloves, white and silky with a little pearl in the center of each wrist, but you suppose they’ll have to do.

It’s with a surgical sort of precision that you begin, soaking the biscuits in the candorcorn root concentrate just long enough to get soft around the edges. You lay out each biscuit meticulously, then slather them in a layer of chocolate spread and thick whipped cream. You repeat the process again and again until you’ve a little stack before you. 

Once satisfied with the deceptive desert before you, you top it off with more chocolate spread and a heavy dusting of powdered cocoa mix, sure that the sugary chocolate will balance out the earthy, bitter taste of the candorcorn root. You garnish the top with a few strategically placed dried currants, spelling out eat me along the top. 

You remove your gloves, careful not to get any candorcorn root on your bare hands, then make up another little pastry. The second one, however, is free of any Wonderland serums or juices, and instead is garnished with a few comfits from the container you keep with you - a habit you’d picked up from your mother. 

You next prepare a perfect cup of your brew, then a second containing your secret ingredient. Gloves, of course, are worn during that second step. Your cup is garnished with a piece of fig, the other with a cherry stuck along the rim of the tea cup, bleeding down onto the side. You place everything onto a silver tray, as tenderly as if you were in the middle of diffusing a bomb, and exit the kitchen with it in your only slightly trembling hands. 

You let out a steadying breath as you ascend the stairs in the great hall, making the turn towards the boys dorms. Stopping at an open window, you let out a whistle, signaling to a waiting bluebird that you’re ready, and to send word to your companions for the evening. You walk down the hall as silently as a ghost, only stopping when you hear rowdy yelling coming from behind a particular door. Your heart pounds in your chest, and after a few thrumming pulses, a large cat pads up to you, accompanied by a doormouse. 

“Alright,” you breathe solemnly, “it’s now or ever.” 

The doormouse skitters up to the knob, slipping into the lock and popping it open with a click. It slides down and scurries to safety, and you do the same, moving a few feet away and hiding in an alcove. The cat, brave and noble, slowly enters the room via the now ajar door. It only takes a few moments for the chaos to ensue. 

The silent, still hallway is filled with a riot of barking and yowling as the cat speeds out of the room like a bolt out of blue. She’s followed, of course, by Duke; and Duke is naturally followed by Carlos. They all shout and skitter down the hall, around the stairs, and deeper into the school until they’re out of earshot. You steady yourself, wait a moment, then poke your head into the room, now only occupied by one person. 

Jay.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask coyly from the doorway, blinking up at him. Jay seems surprised to see you, and answers around button mashing his way through the level he’s playing. 

“Uh,” He replies, distracted as he continues to look at the screen. “Yeah.”

He lets out a long string of curses as he takes a nasty hit, hemorrhaging hp when he’s nearly done with the level. There’s still a chance, and he continues to fixate on the screen. 

Perfect, you think.  

Using your foot, you gently nudge the door closed with a click. You reach behind you, flicking the lock closed, and walk forward. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting your winning streak,” you say with a cute smile, deliberately stroking his ego. “I just couldn’t wait until morning to tell you what an amazing job you’ve been doing at tourney.”

That gets his attention. Some of it, at least. 

“Oh, word?” He asks, smirking as he glaces away from the screen a little more. You nod, humming sweetly in response. You keep your eyes trained on him while you reach into your bag and slip on your gloves. You pick up his tiramisu and slink over to his bed, breaking off a moist, chocolaty bite with a fork. 

“Your athletic performance was… nothing short of inspiring.” You say slowly, bringing up the fork to his lips. “I bake when inspired.”

He chuckles, getting that cocky, flirtatious look on his face. He opens his mouth to reply with something you could only assume would be cockier than a spaniel, and in that moment, he presents the perfect opportunity for you to ensure he eats the first bite of your special pastry. He startles a little, then hums in approval at the enticing taste. You hand him the plate and offer him the cherry garnished tea, then remove your gloves, careful not to cross contaminate your dishes from his. 

“This is really good,” Jay says, and you smile more slyly than a Cheshire cat. “So,” you begin, dragging your fingertips across his wrist when he accepts the beverage from you, “tell me.”

You lean in like you’re utterly fascinated by him, like you can’t wait a moment more to learn all there is to know about him. 

“How is it that someone as…” you trail off with a breathy sigh. “Rugged… as you is still flying solo, as it were?”

You take a sip from your cup, gaze locked onto his, scrutinizing each quirk of his brow and twitch of his smirk, searching for anything he might reveal beyond his words.

“Well,” he starts, puffing his chest and acting all cool and nonchalant. “You know, playing the field is a full time job.”

“Both of them.” You hum. He looks at you blankly. You shake your head. 

“Nevermind.” You murmur. You can feel yourself growing antsy. You’re not sure how long your dear cat friend will keep Dude and Carlos distracted, and Jay’s had enough candorcorn root syrup to testify in front of a parliament of owls. It’s time to cut through the detritus and root around until you find what you’re really here for. You set down your teacup, leaning forward.

“Dating must be so hard coming from somewhere like the Isle.” 

He starts to answer, but you don’t pay much mind, continuing your train of thought. 

“It’s just… if someone as enticing as you hasn’t been locked down yet, how is it that Mal managed to get a prince like Ben wrapped around her finger so quickly?”

Jay puffs out his chest, laughing at your flattery and taking another bite of the tiramisu. 

“Well, I’m not really at liberty to say,” he starts, leaning casually and flexing his arms as he stretches. “But let’s just say Mal really worked her magic on him, you know?”

He laughs, and your stomach sinks. You have to remind yourself to manually laugh along with him. 

“Really,” you tease, leaning closer. “And what sort of magic would that be?”

“Oh, you know Mal and her freaky mind control thing.” He chuckles, wiggling his fingers in front of his eyes to mimic when hers glow. 

“But when you’re out on the tourney field…”

He continues boasting about his sportic success, but your mind is entirely elsewhere. Mind control. Of course. You wonder how you didn’t realize it sooner. Mind control, the same trance Mal’s mother used to lure Aurora up to the spinning wheel. Your heart starts thudding painfully in your chest as your mind races, grappling with the ramifications of what this could mean, the danger Ben and all of Auradon could be in. 

You stand up quickly, reaching into your tea pot bag and pulling out a few neutrestnuts you’d snagged from your last trip to Wonderland. You smack one loudly against Jay’s bedpost, cracking it open in one swift movement. Before he can ask what you’re doing - or even realize you’ve stopped listening to his ramblings about tourney - you’ve pushed the nut inside his mouth. 

“There we go,” you say, watching him to ensure he eats it. “There’s your after dinner nut. They’re all the rage in Wonderland.”

It’s a lie, but not one he needs to worry about. You gather up the remaining tiramisu and tea cups, leaving his dorm quickly. The neutrestnut should take effect and neutralize the honesty that comes from consuming candorcorn root, so Jay will be back to rights quite soon and be none the wiser. 

You wrack your mind as you try to figure out where you can learn more about dark fairy magic. Not much is known about it, and what is known is heavily debated by both magic experts and members of the fairy community. You pause, remembering something, something that sits just on the tip of your tongue. The Museum of Cultural History has Maleficent’s staff on display. Maybe there’s some information there, something too specific for the usual library catalogs. 

You check the time on your pocket watch and see the little hand is pointed to the words Hurry On Now Hurry Girl, The Doors Of Wisdom Are Nearly Closed!

Realizing the time pressure cooker of a pickle in which you find yourself, you take off like a bolt of midnight blue, rushing across campus to get to the museum on time. You’re sure you can persuade the guard to let you stay late, being from the Wonderland Embassy and all. When Alice Liddle of Wonderland is your mother, people tend to go along with any strange or unusual requests you make. 

You reach the museum just in the nicknack of time, catching the guard’s eye just as he’s about to lock up. After a rush and babble of explanations, he concedes, letting you in with a concerned nod. You’re not quite sure he’s following what you’re saying, but you’re in, which is really all you’re troubled with at that moment. 

“Oh- uh, I suppose so, Miss Liddel.” The guard agrees. “Just make sure to check in with me before you leave.”

“Thank you so much-” you glance down at his name tag. “Neil. Truly, thank you.”

He nods, accepting your gratitude. Before you can leave, he chuckles lightly.

“Doing some studying for parents day?” He asks with a smile. 

The archive is in your sight, but you stop in your tracks. 

Parents day. 

In the tizzy you’d been swept into you had totally forgotten parents day. Will you have enough time to prepare? You must. There’s really no way around it. Maybe if you can work quickly enough, you’ll be able to get back to your dorm soon enough to get everything ready by morning. You turn to Neil with a smile you hope comes off as sincere and not panicked. 

“Precisely.”

You enter the archive quickly, rushing through titles in hopes of spotting one that reads To Miss Liddel, Within Contains the Answer to All Your Troubles. Just like you’d expected, and unlike you had hoped, that particular book appears to be nowhere in sight. You don’t lose hope, though. You find a treasure trove of old, dusty, complicated books that each contain a little breadcrumb of what you’re looking for. 

You just hope you can gather enough to form a loaf before daybreak.

[serene-faerie]

On the subject of Elven perfume-making

The Sindar of Doriath are the experts and pioneers in Elven perfumes and fragrances. Though perfume-making was a popular pastime among female Elves, it hasn't stopped male Elves from making their own fragrances as well.

During the Years of the Trees, many Iathrim women would venture to all the forests of Doriath to study the plants, berries, and flowers that grew. They went to Neldoreth, Brethil, Nivrim, Region, and Radhrim, and using what they learned from trial and experimentation, they would gather and cultivate the flora and herbs and berries with the best fragrances and perfume notes. Then, they would use them to create perfumes by distilling certain ingredients in brandy.

The five most popular Doriathrim fragrances are:

Lavender: while useful as an antiseptic and an air freshener for sick rooms, lavender also has other uses. Sindarin women often use lavender soaps and elixirs for bathing, and it's also a popular fragrance for everyday use. Mothers also use lavender balms to soothe their children and help them sleep. This started when Lúthien was a baby, and had trouble sleeping. Melian made herself smell like lavender, and she would also rub baby Lúthien with a lavender balm to soothe her into sleep. Since then, a lot of Sindarin mothers began using lavender balms on their children; a tradition that would be carried down throughout the ages.

Sandalwood: this perfume is popular for both Sindarin men and women for one particular reason- its aphrodisiac qualities. With its distinctive soft, warm, smooth woodsy scent, it is especially powerful when mixed with a floral fragrance. Sandalwood is frequently mixed with jasmine to reduce stress and enhance arousal. It's common to spray marital beds with sandalwood perfume to enhance arousal in a newlywed couple. In addition, many Sindarin brides wear this perfume on their wedding night, and it's quite common to give a bottle of sandalwood and jasmine perfume as a wedding gift to a newly-married couple.

Orange blossom: this scent is commonly worn in late spring or early summer. It's a sweet, refreshing, and delicate scent, which stimulates the senses and brings a sense of anticipation for the summer months. In Doriath, this scent is associated with youthfulness, and is given to adolescent Elves on their first teenage begetting day. Orange blossom perfume is mostly popular among the Sindar of the Falas, where the coastal environment almost enhances the citrusy qualities of the scent.

Mugwort: while this herb is commonly used in Sindarin herbal medicine, it's also quite popular for male fragrances in Doriath. It has fresh, herbaceous, and bitter notes, and it's often combined with other ingredients like amber and cedarwood to create a comforting and woodsy scent. The march wardens of Doriath often rub themselves with mugwort balms so that they can hide their natural scent and blend into their environment whenever they go hunting. It makes it much easier for them to hunt without their scent being detected by the animals.

Sage: this herb has soothing qualities to it that makes it useful in both medicine and in fragrances. Its distinctly herbal scent has proven to be calming in many ways, and it has also been used in incense as well. During times of war, the soldiers of Doriath would perfume their armour and weaponry with sage incense as part of a ritual, and many would use sage incense to meditate as well. The fragrance allows soldiers to soothe their minds and nerves before battle, allowing them to reflect on the probability of death, on their hope of survival, and the possibility of victory. Following the First Battle of Beleriand, sage became associated with funerary rites and mourning as well, as many fallen soldiers were commemorated with sage incense during lengthy funeral services in the wake of the battle.

[heich0e]

liv i love broccoli too if its ok can you tell me how you make the soup I've never heard of it ...

sure thing little guy!! i literally just finished making it so i will tell u how i did it <3 pls keep in mind i a) made this up and b) am vegan—so there are lots of things that you might change if you make this yourself!!

liv's made up broccoli soup recipe <3

ingredients:

2 heads of broccoli

1 yellow onion

1 clove of garlic, minced

1/4 cup of raw cashews soaked overnight (or for 20 mins in boiling water) OR 1/4 cup of cream if you aren't vegan/dairy free

2 tbsp of a soft/creamy cheese (i used a vegan herb and garlic cream cheese! you could use plain cream cheese or anything similar)

2 tbsp boullion paste + 1L of water (or just 1L of your stock of choice)

1/4 tsp red pepper flakes

1/2 tsp smoked paprika

1 tsp lemon juice

olive oil

salt and pepper to taste

preheat your oven to 200c/400f and line a baking sheet with parchment

wash your broccoli, then separate the florets from the stems. set the florets aside for a second

make sure you trim the base of the stems (it can be woody like asparagus!) and then peel the outer layer of the stem off since it's usually a bit tough. once the stem is peeled, dice it into small pieces (around 1cm cubes) and set aside

peel/dice your onion (this doesn't have to be pretty because you're gonna blend it later) and put it into a large saucepan w a bit of olive oil and start cooking it over medium heat.

while your onion is cooking, spread the broccoli florets out on the lined baking sheet. toss w olive oil, salt, pepper, smoked paprika and red pepper flakes and then put it in the oven to roast for 15 mins.

once the onion is translucent, add the diced broccoli stem and the garlic and saute that for about 5 minutes, then add your boullion paste/water (or stock!) and let simmer that on med-low heat, covered, for about 10 minutes until everything is SUPER soft.

after 10 minutes, blend the soup with the cashews (or cream) and the cream cheese in a high power blender until it's totally smooth. return this to the pot on low heat.

add the roasted broccoli once it's lightly browned and softened (but still has a bit of bite! like al dente pasta!) and stir to combine.

i added a bit more black pepper and a tiny bit of lemon juice to balance everything else, but that's rly to your own taste. otherwise that's it!!

[noctivague]

Incense for the Gods: Hermes 🪙

This in an ongoing series of making incense blends for the Greek Gods. The idea is that scents are pleasant to humans but also to Gods and they make for ana amzing offering you can just make once, put in a jar and use for many months with no issue.

At first I just kind of imagined what would be cool, this is actually making the incense blend (you can find everything in my pinned post).

So here is Hermes! ✈️ God of all trades, be it travelers, communication, movement, thieves, bringer of Joy and guide of Souls.

What I used:

Saffron: unfortunately only had powder form, would be better to have the higher quality twigs-like things, but that's all i had. So saffron is actually made from crocus flowers and is sacred to Hermes. It looks red but is actually a powerful way to dye things in a yellow reminiscent of gold and all things precious and joyful.

Cinnamon: associated with heat and abundance, I like associating it with him although it seems to be more of a recent association. Nevertheless, it is a very stimulating spice that symbolically works extremely well for the God that never stops moving.

Lavender: this is strangely a more calming herb that I associate with his role of Guide of Souls and warden of Sleep and Dreams. Plus it seems to come often as an UPG for many people. It smells lovely, even when burnt.

Golden Benzoin: This specific type of benzoin has a very sweet scent and a yellow color, both things that I personally associate with Hermes. I also pretty much always add one of the ''classical'' incense such as myrrh, olibanum and benzoin in my blends because they feel very ritualistic and grounding for some reason.

The results:

I ended up taking out a whole cinnamon stick and only grinding two because it smelled just so strongly i was afraid it was going to overpower everything else.

When I burnt it OMG it smells awesome. Very warm and cozy but the lavender adds a touch of freshness. Even the blend itself without being burnt smells delicious.

So yeah 5/5 might be my favorite one as of yet :)

[strawberri-blonde]

01 - Handjob - Neteyam

01 - handjob : happy kinktober!

Summary: You greet Neteyam after training and he looks too good not to be given a handjob.

Warning: Literally said in the summary handjob, but there’s also kissing, nipple play other heavy petting.

Masterlist

In the healing chamber, the sweet melodies of your humming mingle with the rhythmic symphony of the mortar and pestle in your skilled hands. Though preparing herbs can be demanding, you approach it with unwavering purpose. Guided by the teachings of the tribe's healers, you expertly identify and distinguish the beneficial herbs for treating various ailments. Mint, Nolina, and other carefully selected spices are ground and blended, fragrant filling the air. This healing ointment soothes inflammation, heals wounds, and relieves headaches and stress.

You diligently grind and crush the herbs patiently and precisely, transforming them into a fine paste. As you create the solution that will serve as medicine for your people, you embrace this sacred duty with utmost dedication. Yet, amidst the laborious process, you find joy. The delightful aroma of the crushed and ground herbs envelops your senses, bringing a sense of fulfillment and contentment.

Lost in the sight of your finished work, your attention was solely consumed by the paste, causing you to unintentionally miss the approach of Mo'at. The revered tsahík of the Omatikaya, also known as the clan's spiritual leader and the beloved grandmother of Neteyam, your mate, gracefully made her way towards you from behind.

Feeling her warmth and powerful embrace, you tilted your head to the woman. "Tsahík, I finished all the work that you had requested to be done for the upcoming hunting season." The older woman offered you a smile before nestling herself to your side.

Mo'at gazes upon the meticulously crushed herbs, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of pride. Your dedication and skill shine through, evident in the quality of your work. A warm smile graces her face as she nods approvingly. "You've truly outdone yourself, dear," she praises, her gaze shifting towards you. She gently transfers the paste into a nearby jar, ensuring its safekeeping. A sense of accomplishment and connection envelops the room as she touches your shoulder.

Slowly cleaning up your area, you turned to Mo'at with a smile. "Thank you, Mo'at. You're a wonderful mentor, and I'm grateful for the wisdom you share with me."

Mo'at's smile radiates warmth as she nods in affirmation. "Guiding our people and sharing my wisdom is my sacred duty. I have imparted my teachings to you with great care, dear, and I will continue to do so, just as I would with my daughter." Her hands rest gently on your shoulders as she leans in for a heartfelt embrace. The delicate scent of herbs lingers on her clothes and hair. With a tender gaze, Mo'at encourages you, "Now, go forth, for my grandson awaits for you after his training. Make your way to him and continue on your path." As she turns to depart, your purpose fulfilled, a sense of gratitude and determination fills the air.

You finish up what you were doing in the tent and look out to see the sun is more than halfway out of the sky. You decide to head to the training grounds, which is probably where Neteyam will be, as Mo'at suggested. You take your time and enjoy the outdoors, breathing in the fresh air of Pandora. You reach the training grounds and see several Na'vi kids practicing their skills. You spot Neteyam in the crowd with his fellow Omaticaya clan members. He is in the middle of a fight with another warrior, trading blows and kicks back and forth. You settle in to watch, amazed with how the lowing sun rays looked on his skin.

For a fleeting moment, your eyes fill with delight as you witness Neteyam's athletic body gracefully move under the sunlight. A magnetic attraction pulls at your heartstrings as you observe his fluid and precise movements. Each powerful punch and kick he delivers to his opponent captivates your attention.

As the wind gently tousles Neteyam's micro braids, the sun illuminates his muscular physique. With a forceful push, he drives his adversary backward, landing a flawless kick to the warrior's chest, causing him to stumble and fall. In that victorious moment, Neteyam's gaze meets yours, and he playfully winks, acknowledging your presence.

A rush of warmth engulfs you like wildfire as a glimmer in Neteyam's eyes reveals his carefree and playful nature. However, ever the respectful man, he swiftly redirects his attention to his companion, offering a nod of respect and admiration. The air crackles with anticipation as your body seems to get hotter.

Your sweet mate nods you off, making you smile softly, understanding that he had to finish up loose ends before he could leave. You watch with pride as Neteyam finishes his practice with his fellow warriors, seeing him bow respectfully towards the group.

You lean in closer as the sunlight bounces off the sweat on his skin and highlights his defined muscles. You gulped as those honeycomb orbs stared back at you with a smile. Neteyam then moves his body to make him look almost graceful as he glides through the crowd of people to reach you. You feel your heart beating faster as you watch him with pride, your feelings of admiration and desire towards him deepening.

Neteyam approaches you, his broad and muscular frame filling your field of vision. He wraps his strong arms around you, embracing you tightly. You inhale deeply, taking in the masculine scent of his body and enjoying the feeling of his arms around you. "Hello, my yawne," he murmurs softly, nuzzling his face into yours. "I missed you," he says, his voice filled with love and affection. He presses his lips gently against your forehead in an intimate gesture. You feel your heart racing and your stomach flipping as love and desire rise within you.

"I've missed you even more," you whisper, rising on your tiptoes to capture Neteyam's eager lips. Surprised momentarily, he swiftly regains his composure, enveloping you in a tight embrace and returning the kiss with intensified passion. Your hands grasp onto his glistening chest, finding comfort in the touch of his meticulously crafted cummerbund, a symbol of your unbreakable bond since the day he soared through the skies on his Ikran with you as his trusted companion. You presented it to him during the early stages of courtship, a gesture that holds deep meaning for both of you. Neteyam wouldn't have it any other way. You were and always will be his beloved.

The warrior pulls away, burying his face in your hair and kissing your neck and collarbones. His warm tongue leaves a trail of desire behind. Whispering in your ear, he playfully says, "Didn't realize you missed me that much, but who am I to complain?"

You drown out the onlookers, reveling in the attention as they witness the bond between you and Neteyam. Their gazes confirm that you belong to each other.

So, you ignore the world as Neteyam's lips slowly explore your body. Hot and deliberate breaths caress your skin, while his words of affection fill your ear. Lost in pleasure, you moan and bury your face in his neck, savoring every touch. You yearn to be consumed by him, to lose yourself entirely in the intoxicating haze of desire. The world can wait, the tribe can wait, but the feeling of Neteyam cannot.

You pushed slightly at his chest and stared at him with understanding, lust-filled eyes. "Follow me." Your breath catches in your throat, and your cheeks burn with passion.

Neteyam grins down at you, a glimmer in his eyes. "Lead the way," he says, his voice low and sexy. You take his hand and lead him away, your body shaking with nerves and excitement. You look over your shoulder at him, giving him a seductive smile before continuing.

Your heart races as his fingers slip around yours, and he follows you, his body so close to yours that you can almost feel his breath on your neck. You're unsure what you're about to do, but it's hard to ignore the urge inside you. You bring him to a secluded spot underneath a towering tree. You look around, realizing no one else is present, but you don't care if you have an audience. you lean close to Neteyam. "I want you," you whisper seductively, pulling him closer.

Your heart races as his muscles flex underneath his skin, guiding him against the massive trunk adorned with crawling vines. The vines bear large greenish/purple leaves half the length of your body. Some leaves even find their way underneath the both of you as your lips meld together in a fierce and passionate kiss. The exotic foliage surrounds you, the rustling leaves adding to the moment's intensity. With each touch and caress, your desire grows, your bodies entwined in a dance of passion and longing. As you both pull away, breathless and dizzy, the hunger in your eyes speaks volumes of the desire that still burns between you.

Your hands fiddle with the leather cummerbund, slipping it off his body to feel his strong muscles. And Neteyam couldn't help but lean down to continue to kiss you. His tongue explores the depths of your mouth as you become lost in the sensations. You passionately kiss him, your lips sliding and dancing with his with each movement. In the distance, you can hear the sounds of the clan.

But your mind only seemed to focus on two things. Neteyam's lips on yours and your hands. They genuinely had a sense of their own as they reached the slightly hardened cock. The warrior groaned deeply into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat as you squeezed the clothed member. "Fuck, Y/n, you just don't even realize what you do to me."

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you playfully nibbled on his bottom lip, your fingers still fumbling with his growing member. Pressing him closer against the sturdy tree, you couldn't resist teasingly remarking, "Let me see then?"

Neteyam is surprised at your bold comment but doesn't resist or deny you. "Anything for my beautiful girl. " His lips parted slightly as he smiled and nodded at you. His expression hints at mischief; you know you are in for an amazing experience. "Go on, muntxate. What are you waiting for?" You reach for the waist ties of his loincloth, fumbling with it for a moment before it gives way. With a satisfied grin on your face, you pull the garment down. You look down at what is now presented to you and feel a wave of desire wash over you. Neteyam smiles at you seductively as you begin to explore his length.

"That's my girl," he whispered, his lips meeting yours in a passionate yet fleeting kiss. Pulling away, you couldn't help but gaze down at his member. With a firm grip, you slowly slid your hand up his shaft, marveling at the sight before you. His length nearly reached the entirety of your forearm, and as your thumb caressed the pulsating vein at the base, it disappeared beneath the light pink tip. The sight left you with a mouthwatering anticipation.

"Love your cock Teyam." Neteyam lets out a growl, grabbing your jaw in his hand as you gain eye contact. "I love you." His lips pressed against yours eagerly, and you kissed him back with equal force.

He lowers his hands to the lower of your back, with one cupping your butt and the other around your tail, keeping you firmly wedged against his warm body. You reached between the both of you, taking him in the palms of your hands, jerking his dick while twisting your wrists cohesively.

You feel Neteyam's strong body tense as your hands continue to work his throbbing cock. Groans escaped his wet lips, causing you to feel electricity spark through your skin.

"Yawne, fuck, I love you." He mumbles as you pull away from his lips to kiss along his jaw. Feeling your lips kissing the sensitive areas of his skin, the warrior couldn't help but thrust it into your hands. "You're driving me crazy."

You giggle out, kissing him, applying an open-mouth kiss on his lips, moving back down towards his nest, trailing towards his chest, reaching his nipples. "I like driving you crazy." Neteyam didn't have time to reply as you kitten licked his nipples, earning an immediate response.

His breathing became fast, and his cock twitched and throbbed in your palms. Precum leaked from his sensitive tip, making your stroking much more accessible and allowing you to fast your jerk motions. "Fuck, yawne, so fucking," your swollen lips wrapped around his nipple, sucking hard, twirling the sensitive bud in your warm mouth. "Y/n, my good girl." He tugged on your tail, making you clench your thighs together from the growing need you were experiencing from hearing his heavenly moans.

His hand left my soft bottom to tangle his fingers in your braids. Your eyes looked up from sucking on his chest to see his eyes closed and mouth ajar. Knowing that you were making your mate feel good, you couldn't help but feel prideful.

You pulled away from his chest slightly to look down at his swollen cock. Your strokes increased, and his thrust quickened. "You're so hot, Neteyam. So grateful you’re mine." You moaned out, noticing how tense his abs and upper legs seemed to be getting.

"Yours, baby girl." Neteyam panted out, leaning his head against the bark, feeling the ecstasy of the pleasure he felt from your hand working on him. You jerked his entire length while flickering your wrists, squeezing so tight. "Since the moment I met you, muntxate." A broken groan left his throat as one of your hands dropped toward his balls, giving them a little attention. "Make me feel as good."

"Good," you whispered, your lips eagerly seeking his once more, unable to resist the overwhelming desire. The knowledge that he was nearing his peak only fueled your passion further. "I adore bringing you pleasure, Nete. My powerful and loving partner. It's exhilarating to know I'm the only one to witness you in this state." Your words carried a seductive tone directed straight toward his arousal.

His hands tightened around your tail, and his fingers tugged on your roots as his movements quickened animalistic into your hand as you continued to jerk his cock. His kisses became messier, and his whimpers escaped his throat, allowing you to swallow them. You felt him shudder underneath you.

"Y-y/n, fuck." Neteyam's words weren't coherent as he spilled his cum all over your hands and stomach, painting you in white ribbons. Feeling the warm liquid litter your skin, you didn't stop jerking until Neteyam's hand slipped its hold on you to place them on your tired wrists.

You feel Neteyam's hands slowly and gently caressing your wrists, the soft touches driving you wild with desire. You lean against him to keep him close, unable to get enough of him. He kisses you slowly again, dragging it out for as long and passionately as possible. The feeling of his soft and warm lips on yours sends electric impulses through your body.

Your heart races, and you feel the blood coursing quickly through your veins. "So good to me, muntxate,"

You smile seductively at him, your body tingling and your mouth warm. The air is heavy with lust and desire but also joy and love. You are happy to have found Neteyam, and he is pleased to have found you. "Gonna reward you for being a good girl." You giggled as you brought your hands to your face to lick them clean of Neteyam's salty goodness.

"You really are going to kill me, Y/n." Collecting the rest of the cum that painted your stomach, you can't imagine being with anyone else, and you are so happy to be his.

How do we like the first post for Kinktober 2023? feedback is much appreciated!!!

~ Caroline

[celestial-witchposter]

Home Protections: Methods and Magick that Guard a Witch's Home

Normally, I make a point not to share the exact protections I've made around my home. However, in the interest of keeping this community open and communicative, I think it's best to show how I keep my home safe from negative people and energies.

This will be focused on what I do for my *apartment*, not my altar or my person, which I may feature in a later post.

Smudging/Smoke cleansing - I feel like this is one of the most basic skills in a witch's arsenal, as it were. For smudge sticks, I recommend plants that grow in your area. For me that's garden sage, lavender, cedar, mugwort, and rose petals. You can make your own smudge sticks by binding stalks of these herbs together with pure cotton string. You can even collect and dry your own herbs for this purpose. As for incense, my favorite overall is jasmine but for smoke cleansing and protection I opt for Wild Berry Sage and Santo or Ispalla Palo Santo & Rue incense sticks. I tend to avoid buying whole palo santo sticks or white sage smudge bundles, though I do inevitably end up with them as gifts.

Protection oils - its ridiculously easy to make your own blends, though it can get expensive. My favorite at the moment is a blend of cedar, juniper, clove, mugwort, and bergamot in a base of olive oil so I can wear it as well as anoint with it. Be careful the surface you use these on - I wouldn't recommend finished hardwoods, for instance, unless you've diluted it in a spray or cleaner. Diluted vinegar is my favorite for non-porous surfaces (like linoleum, tile, or tabletops), with one part each of vinegar and water, and a few drops of oil.

Sound cleansing - whether you prefer singing bowls, a bell, singing, or playing music or chants on a speaker, sound has a powerful impact on the energy in a space. Just think of the difference music makes in the energy of a cafe versus a club. Sanctify and purify your space with sacred sound and music, or simply get your house spirits dancing while you clean! There is so much to choose from with this option.

Charms and amulets - There are. So many different ways to protect your home. A partial list of my favorites include: Witch bells, railroad spikes, hagstones, pentacles, spell bags, spell bottles, most black or white crystals (onyx, black tourmaline, obsidian, selenite, clear quartz), and of course the evil eye. More specific charms include dream catchers to catch and prevent nightmares, and horseshoes turned in the shape of a 'u' to catch the good luck entering your home.

Runes, bindrunes, and rune staves - my personal favorite being the Elder Futhark rune Algiz ᛉ, which you can either use on its own, or combine with other runes to create a bind rune (where the different runes share a single base line and you draw each rune onto it), or what is known as a rune stave, which is a sigil of your own making consisting of multiple runes. There's no exact science to this, many different types of staves have been found that were used for many different purposes, both lingual and magickal, over the centuries. For example, I seal many of my spell bottles with a simple, even cross (like a crossroads) with the end of each line forking three ways like an Algiz. Here is a more complicated stave that protects the entrance to my home, which I drew in white candle wax on the bottom of my door mat.

In the center, I bring the focus to Jera ᛃ, the year, to represent each season and a full cycle, good harvests, restful winters, bountiful springs, etc. To protect and bring prosperity year round.

The middle cross represents the values the rune protects in my home: Algiz ᛉ, is for protection, Pertho ᛈ is for play, joy, and laughter, Othila ᛟ, for home and family, and Kenaz ᚲ, for the torch or hearth.

The outermost circle is the protective ring in envisioning around the house. I invoke Isa I, or the ice, to freeze out and make unwelcome any who would wish to do us harm. Gebo X is a symbol of giving and taking. Reciprocity is important in any relationship, whether with the earth or with friends, and any who pass through our doors and receive our generosity as hosts I want to instill with this giving spirit.

Salt - This one is the simplest. So simple in fact it ought to have been first. Salt has such rich history and folklore from all around the world, I won't even begin to touch on all of it. But its essential role in our bodies and lives is undeniable. Not only is it nutritionally necessary, and a wonderful preservative, but it is also the earth's most powerfully protective mineral. You don't need anything special, in fact it's best to just buy the cheapest you can because if you're getting into spellwork, you're going to be using a lot of it. It can be mixed with ashes from your spells and incense, herb blends, and blessings to make different witches salts. Aunt Lucinda from The Spiderwick Chronicles wasn't as crazy as she seemed for having a line of salt in each doorway and windowsill. Be careful using salt outdoors, as too much kills any plant, and too much around small children and pets simply because they'll eat anything.

Prayers, affirmations, and incantations - these will of course be extremely personal. They can be as simple as saying "I am protected" or "I am guarded" etc., as you walk your house. You can make symbols or sigils with the movement of your hands. You can pray to a deity if you choose. A personal favorite of mine is to incant as I smoke cleanse, rotating my incense or smudge stick counterclockwise (to release, dispel, or banish - clockwise to attract) and say "I release that which does not serve me. I banish that which would do me harm."

For all of these, *intention* is going to be your best friend. Visualize a white, protective light filling your home, pushing the shadows from every crevice, and let your power and the powers you trust to call on shield you from any harmful energy that may come your way. Some of these will have to be redone yearly, or monthly, some I only do when I feel the need for something particularly strong, like when an evil eye breaks or a string of ill fortune strikes, and sickness or an unwanted person has been in the house. Let your intuition guide you.

Hope you enjoyed, let me know what I should share next!

[medusapelagia]

Sorry - Part 4

written for Steddiemicrofic Prompt: stuff WC: 483 rated: T TW: injuries, mention of child kidnapping

Part one: I’ll make you proud, Part two: Battle cry, Part three: Stupid but brave

Max didn't lie when she told him that her mom was a powerful mage. She managed to immobilize him with her stare and now he's tied to a wooden table, unable to move or to speak.

The red-haired woman whispered in Steve's ear something that sounded like an apology, but even if the knight could understand why she's doing it, he can't forget her. He has a loving husband and a kid waiting for him: he can't let Vecna win the war and he will try to fight until his last breath.

He looks around, his eyes are the only part of his body he can still move, looking for a weapon; after all, the room is full of stuff he can't even name but a knife is a knife, even when it is used to cut herbs. The mage is too busy working on her potion so Steve takes his chance. Breathing in, deep and slow, he tries to wiggle his fingers. At first, nothing happens, but after a few tries he manages to move his little finger. It's not much but it sounds like a big conquer.

They hear the sound of footsteps before the heavy door slams open and the chains at the wall rattle.

"Are we ready? I can't wait to see him transform!" Vecna says, staring with his icy blue eyes at the man leaning on the table.

"I don't know. I only made this potion once. I should test it."

"We already tested it, and it worked."

"But it killed her!" The woman cries.

"My sister was just a waste of space, at least she managed to get herself useful before dying." Vecna grins, getting closer to Steve who remains still, "I wonder which color would he be. Green? Red? Maybe black? I'd love to have a black dragon. One that can blend in with the dark sky and fly from our castle to theirs without anyone noticing him." Creel chuckles.

A dragon? What are they talking about?

"Where's my daughter? You promised me I could see her if I made the potion."

"He's not a dragon yet, is he?" Vecna sneers.

"Let me see my daughter or I'll throw away the potion and I won't make another one!" the woman yells, holding the vial, and for the first time, Vecna trembles.

"Ok, no need to be so touchy." he turns toward a guard, "Bring the girl," he orders and after a few moments, the red-haired girl is dragged into the room.

"Max!" Her mother calls, trying to run toward her, but Vecna stops her.

"First, my dragon." He insists.

And the woman nods, whispering "Sorry." before prying Steve's mouth open and pouring the potion.

"Mom! No!" Max yells, trying to free herself from the guard's tight grip, but Steve has already swallowed the potion and even if his body can't move, the pain inside is unbearable.

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[yserina-starweaver]

November 23 Day 7 - Peculiar/Theory Part One Part Two

Azshara's empire, at the end, was ruled through propaganda. Convincing her court, and then the city beyond, that she had a cadre of arcanists capable of bending fate itself was a powerful piece of marketing — and a threat. The highborne houses needed some convincing, of course. Soothsayers and augurs would give them their fortunes forecast, and the ones they disliked they would bring to the Starweavers.

Fate was, and had always been, malleable. Not through magic or any great divine meddling, but simple choices that would shift one's course off the trajectory they had been on. Far too often the extremely powerful people who had sat themselves in front of her and pleaded their case for a change in their stars were too short sighted, or cowardly, to make the decision they needed. It was easier for someone like her to be the "'authority", tell them what to do — or be the scythe for them to slice through the chaff. People, especially people in high houses, hated getting their hands dirty.

Marros, as far as she could tell had a few good years in him yet, even if he couldn't see that himself. Yserina pushed herself easily out of her chair, shedding a few of her heavier robes so she could move around inside House a little easier. She could feel his eyes boring a hole into her back as she flit between shelf and cupboard, gathering vials of dried herbs, reagents and tinctures.

Most of the time her work had been violent. Removing other individuals as an obstacle in order to advance the destiny of the one who had asked for the alteration. It didn't bother her; death was part of the cycle of life and altering fates had to occasionally come with terrible consequences to enhance the myth. Sometimes, though, her work could be good. Helpful. Rare as it was.

"You didn't ask what fate I wanted," the wary rumble of Marros' voice lashed out, sharply. She'd set him back on edge by getting to work.

Yserina hummed a little as she worked, blending together a little bit of new from all she had that was old. A pinch of this, a plucked few bits of that. "As if I need to, Marros. I'm the last of my kind, have some faith," her eccentric peculiarities were a strength, here. Confidence and strangeness made her work more true to those who wanted it to be so.

He had been strong and agile most of his life, with all the benefits of brawn that being a druid of the claw allowed him to possess. Stubborn, too. How long had it been since he'd deigned to see a healer or any alchemist worth their black salt? She filled six little bottles with the oily concoction she'd smeared together with her mortar and pestle and topped it off with a reserved bit of potion that had been aging in her stocks for ancients knew how long.

"You'll need to take one of these a month. When you run out, there's a woman in Bel'ameth who runs an apothecary. Ask her for her Dreamwalker's blend. They will keep you from needing to see me again," she pressed a cork to stopper each individual shot and set them into a little carved wooden box.

Marros' brow knit in a furrow, "That's it?"

"It's not in my purview to reverse time, Marros, but this can give you a little more. Less pain about it all, too, I can hear your joints scrape every time you move," she laughed quietly and walked back over to press the potions into his gnarled hands.

"What's the cost?" his eyes darted to House's front door as it swung back open suddenly.

Yserina waved a clawed hand, "No need to worry about cost, you've already paid it."

He hated that answer. She could've been less cryptic about it, maybe, but that would've ruined the illusion a bit. If he took the time to really think about it, there were a fair many potential transactions that could be over rationalized or accepted, but it didn't suit her to throw him a bone.

Marros stood then, getting the hint. House wanted him gone and there was nothing more to talk about, here. He trundled out, fast as he could, but hesitated once he was back out in the dark. Warm light spilled from House's interior, back-lighting Yserina's form into an inky silhouette with two bright, glowing eyes in the doorway.

Part of her wondered if he meant to say thank you, but he shifted back into a bear and loped off into the wilds beyond her glade.

House's wood creaked and she pat the lintel, "Not tonight, we can move in the morning. I'll need to get the chickens in, anyway."

@daily-writing-challenge

[longlostlobster]

🕊️ Bird Fun Facts 🕊️

This funny little guy is Raffaello Cookie, Head pharmacist of the Dark Cacao Kingdom and eventually monarch who rules beside King Dark Choco

Their pronouns are They/Them He/Him

and I’m about to yap your ear off about them under the read more

A species of rare, intelligent, and reclusive magical creatures from a world that existed before resolution which made the freezing and harsh landscape of the Dark Cacao region their home before the twin dragons’ battle was brought to an end. One such erosion bird (yes, those Erosion Birds) found the Black Citadel and decided to nest there.

Raffaello hatched as a fluffy little chick but having been eventually raised by a Cacaoen Falconer/beast tamer, Rondnoir Cookie. He’d been keeping an eye on the strange little bird and when one day the baby fell out of the nest without mama around, Roidnoir actually climbed up to the nest to put baby Raffaello back. This was their first ever exposure to humans, and seeing how many of them there were and that maybe they weren’t so bad, their body began to copy the human form. although having no reference made even an attempt to blend in fail outright.

At one point Rondnoir would find the strange little fledgeling following him around from a distance more than they would their own mother as she began to separate from her young due to Erosion Birds being mostly solitary creatures.

And while Raffaello was doing alright on their own, they definitely didn’t have much a handle on things. They were sickly and had to rely on themself for food, and seeing this baby bird that he’d more or less been watching over since the day they were born, Rondnoir decided he might as well take them in, he didn’t know much about kids but, maybe he could work something out with his knowledge of how to raise birds.

As Raffaello grew up it was clear they weren’t cut out to be a swordsman, so instead they poured all of their knowledge into knowing how to forage for herbs and cures, understanding everything they could find in documentation of the Cacao Kingdom’s history of medicine, they were even able to channel the magic within themself to absorb sickness into their feathers, then as a giant bird creature head off into the harsh climate far from civilization to further understand and disburse the illness through molting said feathers.

This magic is of great use to the Royal family to keep them alive and well should an unknown illness befall his majesty. Soon enough Raffaello would be moved into the palace and live in the house of the king should they ever be needed right away.

In this time while they continued their studies and research they would meet the young prince and feel something they never had before. Raffaello meets up with the prince to more properly introduce themself to him, and he’s just such a wonderful man, so powerful yet so humble and kind, it was like the moment their eyes met something had bound them together.

Sure hope nothing bad happens to em-!

[magickkate]

🍲🔥Cauldrons and Modern-Day Alternatives 🍲🔥

While the traditional cauldron holds a special place in witchcraft lore, modern-day witches have found creative alternatives for their magical workings. Here are some contemporary options:

Crockpots and Slow Cookers: These kitchen staples are perfect for simmering magical potions and brews over a long period of time. Use them to infuse your home with delicious scents and positive energy.

Cast Iron Skillets: With their sturdy construction and ability to retain heat, cast iron skillets make excellent vessels for cooking up spells and rituals. Season yours with intention and use it to whip up magical concoctions.

Mortar and Pestle: While traditionally used for grinding herbs and spices, a mortar and pestle can also be used to mix and blend ingredients for spellwork. Choose one made from natural materials and dedicate it to your magical practice.

Mason Jars: These versatile containers are perfect for storing herbs, potions, and other magical ingredients. Use them to create spell jars, charms, and talismans, or simply to infuse your pantry with positive energy.

Enamelware: With its retro charm and durable construction, enamelware is a popular choice among modern witches for brewing up magical concoctions. Choose a brightly colored pot or kettle and let it become a focal point of your kitchen altar.

Remember, it's not the tool itself that holds power, but the intention and energy you infuse into your magical workings. Choose tools that resonate with you and your practice, and let your creativity flow! 🌟🔮