#Mundane Before the Magical

[grotesque-grimoire]

Magical correspondences are only valid within a magic belief structure and have little-to-no validity outside of that structure.

There may be reasons why an herb corresponds to xyz in some belief systems, but that doesn't mean that the herb has those abilities within chemistry and/or medicine.

Don't fucking consume an herb based only on it's magical correspondence.

Do not consume an herb without doing the proper research into interactions, contraindications, side-effects, preparation, and dosage.

Don't start taking herbal medicine without consulting your physician first.

"Witch" and "herbalist" are not synonyms.

"Herbalist" and "doctor" are not synonyms.

"Natural" does not mean "harmless".

Mundane > Magical, always, no exceptions.

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[travelingthief]

“What does it mean if an owl swoops down in front of me? Is it a sign?”

Bro it means you need to fuckin RUN and get out of her territory.

[crazycatsiren]

There are things that just can never be spiritually explained away.

Bad things happen to good people. Human beings hurt one another and other beings on earth. There are simply no purposes and no justifications, nothing "cosmic" about any of it. It's the reality of this world of ours.

[the-fox-jawed-witch]

Controversial Opinion, Witchcraft Editition

I'm begging yall, please, please, please eliminate mundane explanations in your craft before assuming that it's magical.

Once all mundane explanations have been debunked or eliminated, then it could be classified as magical.

[merlinemrys]

was typing up a looooong post about a funny magic reveal with mergwenthur until i realised that i’m literally a writer i could write this

[whump-in-the-closet]

The Scarred Among the Mundane.

cw: yet another failed escape attempt, discussion of death, captivity, elf whumpee, but otherwise pretty tame in all, let me know if I missed anything

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Steel shackles on his wrists and ankles. Deep shadows under his eyes, the price of sleepless nights and nightmare-wracked days. There’s an ache in Finn’s throat where there used to be sarcasm.

Finn shuffles forwards, into the sunlit courtyard. He looks up and the gold pools across his face and arms, embracing him like an old friend. His breath catches in his throat and stays there. Still staring at the brilliant-blue sky, he wraps chained arms around himself. 

One slow step after another. 

There’s sunlight, and its beautiful. It falls on the deep green of the waving trees behind the walls of the fortress. He eyes the tree line with longing. 

“Finn,” says Verne behind him. 

He flinches. 

“You wouldn’t make it.” 

Finn glances at her, red hair aflame. Then at the skeleton–ghostly pale and eyes empty, he shudders.

“I know,” he says. He takes another step forward. Then another. He can’t look away from those green trees and the gold on their leaves. 

Finn is running before he fully realises it. 

Even chained, he’s faster than any human, skeleton or not. 

Even after weeks in that cell, freedom, dancing on the tops of the trees, seems merely a hansbreadth away.

He runs, heart in his throat.

He runs, and its a mistake.

He doesn’t make it as far as the wall. Verne stops him with a hand gesture. A raised finger. His whole body jerks out of control, frozen under Verne’s spell. 

Finn hates her. He stares at the trees and burning sunlight and thinks about how much he hates her. 

The wind laughs against his face, gentle at first but slowly turning bitter. Stinging. Whipping his braids around his face and making him flinch.

In the background, he can hear Verne cursing to herself. The words become clearer as she approaches. “Why would you do that?” She whirls on him, blood dripping from her nose. She licks it away. 

Scarlet-red blood.

Scarlet-red rage. 

She slaps Finn. Hard. 

He can’t feel it– body detached from mind. Oh, how he hates her. 

“Why would you do that?” she repeats. 

Finn can think of a hundred reasons why he wants to leave. You’re stupid stupid stupid– 

“It doesn’t matter now.” Verne sighs. “And the Monarch will be pleased with the progress. If I leave this escapade out of the report, will you behave?” 

If Finn could roll his eyes, he would. 

“Very well then. It’s not like you care about the report.” 

I don’t. 

The skeleton drags him back inside the fortress.

Cold. Wet. Dark. 

No fire. 

Ever. 

Finn’s mind floats on the wind, the feeling of sunlight still warm. Still kind. He misses it already. Behind his eyes, Finn watches the flames dance. One day, he’ll set this place ablaze. 

Back in the cell, Finn crumples, chained hands between chained legs. 

Verne stands behind him. She rests a hand on his shoulder. “You hate me.” 

Finn shrugs her hand off. The answer should be obvious. 

“I do what I must, Finn.”

The only thing stronger than the despair is the hatred. Burning brighter than the flames. “You do it very well.” 

“Fine,” Verne spits out. “Maybe I enjoy knowing that the lives lost because of you now rest in peace.” 

Finn laughs hoarsely. “This is your idea of justice, necromancer?” He tilts his back and laughs again. Shaking sobs that fade to sobs. He rolls away from Verne, pulling his arms up to hide his face.

“It was either this or a hangman’s noose.”

Finn covers his ears, chains rattling at the slight movement. 

But Verne pushes on. “Are you really saying death is preferable?” 

A deep cold settles around him. It seeps into his bones and refuses to leave. It whispers yes. 

“I’m not sorry for what I do.” Verne’s voice drops to a bat-pitched whisper. “I’m sorry it has to be you, though.” 

It’s a lie and they both know it. 

tagging: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @sunshiline-writes

[that--witchling]

Me: *sees that for some reason both my neighbours have like five dandelions in their garden but for some reason my garden has more than thirty.*

Me: huh.. Cool

Tumblr: *random flooding of my dash with House MD posts even though I don't follow the tag and it hasn't been reblogged by anyone I follow.*

A small part of me: is this a sign?!

[lesless]

Add some whimsy to your day! It's not, "I've made my morning coffee" it is, "In the dawn, I have crafted an exquisite elixir made of three parts, all from distant lands. A sweet grass has been crushed and crystalized, a mother cow has lent me some milk, and the seeds of a supple fruit have been roasted and ground. I add to this boiled water, & feel invigorated by the potion!"

[hollyand-writes]

Am I playing Dragon Age: Origins for “A Chance Engagement” fic research, or am I procrastinating horribly from returning to that Regency AU Carver/Merrill longfic because I’m scared of fucking it up, you tell me 😂 

Anyway, in all seriousness, I *was* playing DA:O for fic research – Chapter 57 has been half-written for ages until I remembered I was sending Merrill on a trip around Ferelden and Lothering and didn’t remember what Ferelden looked like 😂 but since I should have to fight the Broodmother soon, I’m not sure I particularly need *this* particular bit of DA:O for my fic research 😂😂😂

[witchcraft-system]

Can't believe I had to explain to someone that the reason why their orange rotted isn't because "they did magnetism wrong" but because they bought the orange at least 15 days ago...

[rabbit-of-mugenri]

Umm, mind if i ask Got anything about Clause?

Tumblr deleted my original answer to this ask ;_;

Anyway! Clause is rich. Or at least was, in the outside world. It's why Aoji was talking about wanting a big house when facing Clause; their mansion was just obnoxiously huge.

All's not well with Clause, however.

"Clause" was a sickly child. No one could figure out what exactly was wrong with them, not even the top doctors in the country. The [REDACTED] family could afford the tremendous cost, at any rate. Only the best for their only child.

The location and size of the mansion was decided in part to help alleviate "Clause's" sickness. To get away from the smog of the city, the mansion was built in the countryside. So that "Clause" wouldn't feel confined when they were forbidden to leave during pollen season, many large and spacious rooms were built.

As for "Clause" themselves? They hated it.

When they were young, "Clause" was rather shy and meek. But they made a promise to themselves; once they got over this illness, they would become the outgoing person they were meant to be.

Years past, and they still find themselves in bed with a breathing tube.

So they began to go the other way, and lie to themselves. The only child of the [REDACTED] family was some sickly loser. They weren't that child anymore.

No, they were now Wilhelm von Clausewitz Halcyon HISUIMARU! And they will be powerful!

If anything, being spirited away to Mugenri was the best thing to have happened to them. Sure, they were dirt poor, and their were indeed times where they missed the luxuries they took for granted. But they were free.

[headphonemouse]

The way I approach making content of my ocs is as if the main story has been written and carried out and I am making fanart of my favorite side/supporting character

[crazycatsiren]

"I saw this bird today! Is it a sign?"

It's a bird. Birds are kind of everywhere.

[the-fox-jawed-witch]

Remember Mundane before Witchy!

While doing a reading just now I felt sick and dizzy,- I remembered that I didn't eat breakfast (don't yell at me lol)

After the reading was finished, I looked down and saw a rolly polly (potato bug)- of course I saw a bug inside, its freezing outside!

Always deduce the mundane, and if nothing mundane comes to mind then it could mean something witchy.

[devildevotee]

writes a post about crows

many birds accumulate outside my window

okay