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To Serve or Indulge

Summary: Your sensitivity to darkness leads you to a path of vices.

A/n: Saw a tweet that said that Sith should seduce Jedi to the dark side with lust and I thought that was so true. Canon isn’t real to me so reader is a Jedi Sentinel who specializes in being a shadow agent. 🤗

Warnings: Allusion to dubcon smut, freaky foreplay dreams, JediShadow!Reader, a slice of what’s to come… 🤫

Tah’Nuhna. Cold, peaceful, neutral. The order kept a close eye on the Tah’Nuhnans. You were lured there for a reason.

Neutrality meant they never picked sides. It also meant it was a safe haven, for light and dark alike. The darkness was pungent as you wandered the streets of the crystallized city.

The penetrating reflections of the structures shine onto you and make you wince in irritation as you were led to your temporary quarters

The same darkness you’ve tracked has kept you up at night for months. It infiltrates your dreams. It would envelope you every night, making your heart pump, your skin dew in anticipation.

A red flame would catch your eye and before you knew it a heat was upon your neck like a bolt.

You’d wake up with fear and your hands would tremble to your side instinctively. You’d forget that your blade was stored at your bedside.

A shadow can only make itself known with light. Some of your companions would question the existence of your sect. You would question their own devotion to the light.

It was a necessity to act ruthlessly in order to snuff them out. Amulets, talismans, and artifacts of the Sith were still passed and traded throughout the galaxy.

Less so after a millennia of Jedi intervention. But the danger of Sith influence was always a concern to the council.

Despite what they might discuss with others.

Oftentimes, extreme measures were taken to disrupt the spread of Sith knowledge and teachings. Some would die to keep their secrets and you weren’t one to deny them that wish.

Trained to be sensitive to darkness seemed counterintuitive. It threatened to envelope you and shroud the light at times. It was dangerous to be so close.

The exposure of temptations, of power, fear, and anger, some would say, would make you a hazard among your peers.

A spy is what they call you, with their lips pursed and eyes narrowed in slight disdain. You didn't wear the same golden robes they did; you often mimicked the attire of an old Sith.

Dark muted colors served to deter attention, but the saber at your hip was a reminder to those keen enough to look you over that you were part of the order spread over the republic to maintain peace.

A puff of condensation escapes past your lips, the market was full despite the deep chill that morning. Your robes didn't help from the cold shivers passing through your body.

But you had a feeling the discomfort was more than the frigid temperature.

The dark lured you in. Your efficiency in identifying depended on the innate attraction to it. You could feel the air shift.

You stop mid-step, a deep burning dug into your ribs, your cheeks pinched and your skin puckered. It was calling to you. The crowd around you grumbled as you blocked the middle of the path.

Your hand braced against your saber as a hooded figure roughly bumped past you. So rough your shoulders twisted you out of your stoic composition. Their fingers had skimmed right over the clip of your handle tauntingly.

You pause as they look back, revealing the face of a man with a teasing smile, his hair parted along the sides of his face messily. His eyes roamed over your form, analyzing you for a moment before pursing his lips in contemplation.

He turned and rushed away.

It was then that you realized, as he turned the corner. Your heart sunk to your stomach and your lungs stopped mid breath.

He was coated in it, plunged and dripping. But he was looking for something. He was lured by the same darkness you've been sensing the second you landed.

This was a new challenge. You had to find the Sith remnant first.

…

It should start off the same. You wake up inside the temple of Coruscant, soft footsteps litter outside your door. Low whisperings pass by. The room smells of paper, ink and linen.

It was simple, a window, a desk, and a bunk. There was enough space in your drawers to have changes of robes and civilian clothes.

Nothing unnecessary. You reach beside you disoriented, already knowing where the dream was going to lead.

The tips of your fingers barely reach the familiar metal of the handle of your saber. Your relief was cut short.

Your head pounds. In a blink of an eye the room darkens, it was raining, and your window howled as if the water burned its frames.

The tunic and loose pants that you wore plastered against the front of your body, your arm moves to block the stabbing droplets of cold rain from your face.

Then a flash of red blurs your vision, the corner of your eye catching it briefly before you wince heavily from the heat of it.

You feel it at your throat, your eyes are closed in anticipation of the threat of the blade's proximity.

You tremble and stand frozen as firm muscle snakes up your waist and torso, holding your stomach in place against a broad chest.

It has never gotten this far. You always wake up as soon as the heat creeped up your shoulder and to your neck. Another heat creeps up beside your head, it leans against your temple and rests there.

Strands of dark hair fall beside your face and you shiver. It was him.

He smells like fresh wet dirt, green cuttings and a hint of metal. You can feel the exhale of his breaths warm the top of your cheek.

The buzz of the saber taunts you, unmoving.

“Inspiring. Isn’t it?”

You open your eyes to find yourself in a cavern surrounded by stored relics and antiques. All Sith memorabilia. Your mouth is dry as you speak. You were in a daze of confusion and sleep. Even as you dread to admit it, you were struck with fear.

Your mind could barely catch up.

“What?-”

“Show me where this is,” his voice echoed throughout the stone walls, it made you squirm against his chest.

Your eyes widened, your mind was clearing, and you recognized where you stood. A select few knew where shadow agent's findings were kept.

You stiffened and he could feel you prepare yourself to disarm him. He didn’t want that.

His hold on your stomach tightened, the fabric of your tunic twisting in his grip. His temple pushes against yours and his lips skim past the shell of your ear, shushing gently.

Your heart races, something curls in your stomach as he tsks at your weak attempts at escape. You blame it on exhilaration, not…

You close your eyes tightly and shake your head with a thick swallow. He was clouding your mind somehow. All you could feel was the beat of his heart, the strength of his hand rising underneath your shirt and touching the skin of your belly.

You were surrounded by darkness, locked in and trapped like a loth cat sinking in tar. You had to resist and yet you didn't have the strength to.

He puts his weapon away, his other hand glides atop your arm until he reaches your hand, turning it upright until he could cup it in his palm.

You felt… weak. You can feel him smile against you. The same smile he had in the market.

“You feel it too, don’t you?”

Your ears ring, his lips graze over the soft skin of your neck.

“Let it win," he mutters as he nuzzles against your skin. Your eyes flutter and you exhale shakily.

His hips press against the small of your back. He sucks, you whimper as you shake your head pitifully. You can feel him smile, a hum making your skin erupt in tingling bumps.

He was enjoying watching you squirm weakly, so wavering, so conflicted.

His mouth continues downwards, lightly pecking over the swell of your breasts, returning to their ferocity along your collarbones.

This was only a dream, you repeated in your own thoughts. The hand creeping down your hips, the dark locks you thread your fingers in with acceptance of the pleasure he was giving you.

It had to be a dream.

Fingers slipped underneath the cotton band of your pants. His palm cupped you and flexed. The deep groan of satisfaction he gave, finding you aroused and wet, rumbled through your chest.

His head lifts, his nose bumps into yours and his eyes flicker to your lips. For a few seconds your eyes connect, he smiles playfully.

“I’ll find you.”

The bed springs creaked loudly as you sat up quickly. Your hand went up to your throat, the area feeling sore.

Your skin was tingling, alight by the visions in your dream. With a wince you stand, feeling an ache on your hips from where you were held.

The door to the quarter's restroom slid open loudly enough to make you jump. As you felt around your chest, you could feel more tender spots.

The memory of the mysterious man’s hands flash through your mind. You could almost feel the heat of his mouth, the intention of his touch again.

Shame fills you, these types of interactions were frowned upon, much less with someone so far gone into a path of chaos.

You splash water over your face, the towel feeling rough on your skin. Refreshing. You take deep breaths in, your mind was finally calming.

You almost chuckle from how absurd your night was, you finally look up above the sink.

The reflection on the mirror made your heart stop. Small splotches of raised red and purple were scattered along your neck, your collarbones and over your breasts.

Succumbing to the floor you place your hands over your mouth, trying and failing to will the image of his grin out of your head.

…

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Takrut Sariga Plaeng Roop (3 Sariga takrut) Powerful Amulet A specially formulated talisman for your spells of attraction, Wealth fetching ,luck, and money-drawing.

Takrut Sariga Plaeng Roop (triple Sariga takrut)

Powerful Amulet A specially formulated talisman for your spells of attraction, Wealth fetching ,luck, and money-drawing.

🎯Bring good fortune especially in trade business 🎯Improve luck and fortune to the worshippers 🎯protection and grant your wishes fast Great for convincing customers ,clients to take your offers, successfully seal important deals, attract unexpected Bonuses, promotions.

Takrut Sariga Plaeng Roop Sam Dork (Golden Tongued Heavenly Sariga Bird Takrut)- Luang Phu Sangiam Asiyano - Wat Tung Bang Ing Wiharn (Sri Saket) The three Sariga Takruts have three different spells in them; Sariga Lin Tong-Sariga Bpon Hyuea-Sariga Jub Bpaag Long.They were then individually rolled whislt recieving the proper Incantations, and bound into one amulet and then empowered again using the Incantational Spell for Sariga Maha Samrej.Then the finished Takrut Spell recieved masses of different empowerments and incantations pf the 'Montra Maha Sanaeh' variety to increase attraction, charm and selling power. The Takrut is intended to make your sales pitch and social talk sound sweet and interesting, pleasing to hear. To induce friendliness and interest in the hearts of those who approach, and to make your words full of effect on your listeners. You must be a bit careful with this Takrut and take responsibility for the people you charm, and not use it to abuse or harm others with, which would be against the Buddhist precepts, and against the rules for this amulet. Kata Sariga Plaeng Roop Om Sarigaa Om Sanaeh Jerd Sanaeh Dtaeraa Om Sahome Dtid (Chant 12 Times)

Luang Por Sangiam Asiyano of Wat Tung Bang Ing Wiharn (Sri saket) is a Master Adept of Wicha Maha Sanaeh of the Southern Isan Magical Tradition. He is the Looksit of Luang Por Gerd (wat Tung Bang Ing Wiharn) and was in fact the Master who performed the empowerment ceremonies of his Master LP Gerd's amulets in the previous Era, so powerful was his ability even back then as an apprentice. He has now made the first ever edition of Sariga Plaeng Roop triple Takruts ever made in any South Isan Khmer Tradition, making this amulet 'Berk Dtamnan' (the beginning of a new legendery line of amulets). LP sangiam is famed in the Southern Isan region as being the Master of Khun Phaen and Maha sanaeh amulets in his Region Good for salespersons, presenters, actors, musicians, performing artists, and of course those who seek an active love life. Luang Por Sangiam performed incantations over each Takrut untile he could hear them vibrate with the sound of the sariga and hear them singing.

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[ambermotta]

6 Types of Protection Magick

There are many ways one can do protective magick. In this post I'll be going into 6 of the most common and accessible ones!

Please understand that even one "protection magick type" can be done in an infinity of ways, some of which are closed to certain practices.

Disclaimer: based on my experience and research. I don't claim to know all truth. Further study is encouraged!

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#1 — Magic circle

The magic circle consists of creating a protection and delimiting a sacred space for magic and/or ritual.

The magic circle is probably one of the most popular protection methods thanks to its encouraged use in Wicca. However, other traditions have made use of similar concepts, such as in the afro-brazillian Umbanda concept of "chain".

The circle can be physically drawn on the ground, delimited by the members inside the circle, or visualized.

Casting one is fairly simple since it can be done in different ways, either in groups or solitary practice. You can use tools such as wands, chalk or physical objects to draw it, but what matters most is intention and successful visualization.

Before casting a circle it's important to have everything you will need already within grasp and inside the circle, since once created it is advisable that no one leaves it until the work is complete.

#2 — Amulets, and Enchanted Items

Enchanted Items are a very popular and effective form of magic, especially for personal use. These are often common objects that have been enchanted for protection.

They are often necklaces, rings and other jewelry since these are the most practical to carry around without suspicion. However, they can be any object.

Amulets can be created via enchanting, charms, or by asking deities and spirits to bless them with protective qualities.

The material and imagery used to create the talisman is also important in determining the kind of job it wants to do.

#3 — Sigils and other drawn Symbols

Sigils and Symbols can be used both for personal protection and for warding spaces. Here I am also including Runes.

They can be carved into objects, drawn upon skin and surfaces, or even tattooed.

However, before using any sigil, symbol or rune it is of extreme importance that you know exactly what they do, and know as much about them as possible. Especially if you plan on drawing them on your skin (either temporarily or permanently).

Unless specifically used only for protection purposes, inadequate use of them can lead to disaster. Even then, the type of protection they bring can vary.

For example, a protection sigil that works by hiding you from threats is different from a sigil that fights threats that come to you. It's important to set or to know how their protection work so that you do not come across unwanted results.

#4 — Prayer

My definition of praying: focusing on sending a message to a higher spiritual power, be it an entity, deity or energy.

Prayers are a great way of manifesting protection, though since you are asking for it to a higher power you must understand that it may choose to not grant it, or not grant it in the way you expect.

Plus, it is very important to know where you stand with this energy or entity. Do you work with them already? For how long? What is the nature of the relationship? Do you truly know them well enough to ask them for this? Is it really appropriate?

Cultivating a good relationship and having manners can be decisive factors for manifesting this sort of protection. Plus, it's always good to "give back" in some way. To receive something, something must be given eventually.

#5 — Affirmations and Visualizations

Words and the mind have innate power. Affirmations and visualizations are great ways to manifest protections because they rely only on yourself.

They are easier to do right if you use them together with other methods, or if you have physical representations of the work being done. To be successful one must focus, "feel" them happening, and maintaining that without help can be difficult. Frequent practice will help you get the hang of it.

There are also techniques that make affirmations and visualizations both more powerful and easier to accomplish.

#6 — Warding

Warding is when you set up a semi-permanent protection in a specific place, such as your house.

It can be done in many different ways. One of the most common is to have an object or place designated as the "holder" of the ward, which should be well kept.

Warding will be more powerful if you are frequently cleansing the space and recharging the ward. Leaving it alone for too long can weaken in or make it lose its properties altogether.

Some plants are used for this kind of protection, since they (usually) stay in place, can be powerful magical allies, and you'll be checking on them often anyway. The ones usued are often those with thorns, threatening-looking leaves, or even poison.

Note: always be very careful about bringing poisonous plants home, especially if you have children or pets.

Conclusion

This was an overview of the most common types of protective magick. A lot of protection spells and works fall somewhere within these categories, or are a combination of them.

Each tradition has a certain way of going about spiritual protection, so if you are exploring an specific path, I encourage you to not only research about protection in general but to also look into what unique techniques your path has to offer!

Many blessings and thank you for reading! ♡

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Magic-Related Vocabulary

for your next poem/story

Amulet: An object worn, carried or placed to guard against negativity or other vibrations. A protective object.

Astral Projection: The practice of separating the consciousness from the physical body so that the former may move about unhindered by time, space or gravity.

Bane: A poison; that which destroys life. "Henbane" is poisonous to hens.

Banish: To drive away evil, negativity or spirits.

Beltane: An ancient folk-festival day observed by Witches that celebrates the fully blossomed spring. April 30 or May 1.

Censer: A vessel of metal or earthenware in which incense is burned. An incense burner.

Chaplet: A garland or wreath of flowers or leaves worn on the head, as in the chaplets given to classical Greek heroes as symbols of honor.

Clairvoyance: Literally "clear seeing." The ability to perceive facts, events and other data by other than the five "normal" senses, unaided by tools.

Curse: A concentration of negative and destructive energy, deliberately formed and directed toward a person, place or thing.

Divination: The art of finding things out through means other than the five senses, using tools such as tarot cards, crystal balls, and so on.

Enchant: "Sing to." Magically speaking, a procedure whereby herbs are aligned with your magical need prior to their use.

Evil Eye, The: Supposed glance capable of causing great harm or fear, once almost universally feared.

Fascination: The art of placing other people under one's power through sounds, gazes, colors, etc.

Hex: An evil spell; a curse.

Incubus: A male demon or spirit which was believed to sexually tempt and abuse women; the succubus was the corresponding female demon.

Infusion: An herbal tea.

Lughnasadh: An old harvest festival celebrated on August 1st or 2nd in Europe, reverencing the abundant (harvested) fruits of the Earth. It is still observed by Wicca.

Magic: The practice of causing needed change through the use of powers as yet undefined and unaccepted by science.

Magic Circle: A ritually-created circle (or sphere) that offers protection to the magician during magical rites.

Magician: A person of either sex who practices magic.

Magus: A magician.

Midsummer: The Summer Solstice, usually on or near June 21st, one of the Wiccan festival days and an excellent time to practice magic.

Pendulum: A tool of divination which consists of a heavy object suspended from a string or cord. The end of the cord is held between the thumb and forefinger; questions are asked and their answers divided by the movements of the pendulum.

Pentagram: A five-pointed star which has been used in magic for centuries. Highly symbolic, it is also a protective device.

Poppet: A small doll made of various substances to influence a person's fife. In herb magic, either a carved root or a cloth image stuffed with herbs. The use of poppets is known as "image magic."

Power Hand, The: The hand you write with; the dominant hand. This is a magically potent hand.

Samhain: An ancient festival day marking the beginning of winter. Also known as "Halloween" and All Hallows Eve. It is observed by Wicca with religious ceremonies.

Scry: To gaze into a pool of ink, fire, crystal ball, etc. to awaken and summon psychic powers.

Spell: A magical rite.

Talisman: An object worn or carried to attract a specific influence, such as love, luck, money, health; as opposed to an amulet which keeps forces from its bearer.

Wicca: A contemporary religion with spiritual roots in prehistory that worships the life-force of the universe as personified as a God and Goddess. It is sometimes erroneously referred to as "witchcraft."

Witch Bottle: A bottle or jar containing herbs, pins, shards of glass and other objects, designed to protect a person or area from evil and curses. Usually buried or placed in a window.

Witchcraft: The practice of natural magic, as that of herbs, stones, and candles. Spell-casting. Still used by some to refer to the religion of Wicca.

Wort: An old word meaning "herb." Mugwort preserves the term.

Excerpt from Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs More: Word Lists ⚜ Esoteric Vocabulary ⚜ On Magic

[thejournallo]

Explain the basic: Shielding and Banishing

Shielding and banishing are two of the most important things you have to learn before you start your journey as a witch. Both practices are essential for maintaining energetic boundaries and ensuring a safe environment for magical or spiritual work. used to protect oneself from negative energies, entities, or influences and to remove unwanted energies or entities from a space. Here's a breakdown of shielding and banishing in witchcraft:

Shielding:

Shielding involves creating a protective barrier around oneself, which acts as a defense against negative energies or influences. It helps maintain personal boundaries and prevents unwanted energies from affecting one's well-being. Common methods of shielding include:

Visualization: Visualizing a shield of white light, a protective bubble, or an impenetrable barrier around your body. This visualization can be accompanied by the intention of repelling negativity while allowing positive energies to flow.

Energy Manipulation: Drawing upon personal energy or universal energy to create a protective shield. This can involve using hand movements, gestures, or energy manipulation techniques to form and maintain the shield.

Use of Objects or Symbols: Carrying protective talismans, amulets, or symbols such as pentagrams, runes, or protective sigils that represent personal protection. These items can aid in maintaining the shield's strength.

Banishing:

Banishing refers to the act of removing negative energies, entities, or influences from a person, place, or space. It's a method used to cleanse and purify an area or oneself from unwanted energies. Common practices for banishing include:

Smudging [which is a closed practice]or Cleansing: Burning herbs like [sage, palo santo], or cedar to clear a space of negative energies. Using the smoke to cleanse and purify the environment.

Salt or Protective Circles: Sprinkling salt around a space or creating a protective circle by physically drawing or visualizing it to keep unwanted energies out or to contain them within the circle for removal.

Rituals and Spells: Performing rituals or casting spells specifically designed for banishing. This involves using candles, herbs, oils, and specific incantations to remove negative influences or energies.

Invocation of Higher Powers: Calling upon higher spiritual entities, deities, or guides associated with protection or cleansing to aid in banishing unwanted energies or entities.

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). if you are intrested in more method check the masterlist!

[joelletwo]

just cause i have the raws now lol:

talking to taki: …ちょ っとした[まじない]みたいなものですょ

talking to natsume: これはそいっへ の魔除けのようなものです [not quiiiiite sure where to split the relevant phrase up so i wont try o7]

different terms!!

[ID from alt: A panel from chapter 112 of the Natsume's Book of Friends manga. Taki says, "By the way, Mr. Matoba. What happened to your eye...?" As Natsume looks on, Matoba says, "It's just a little charm. Don't worry about it." /end ID]

taki asks matoba what's up with his eye and he's like nothing ^_\ don't you worry your pretty little head. natsume's probably sitting there going hey remember that time you tied me up and tried to like clockwork orange me into looking at your grisly scar as some sort of idk. dominance posturing or something??

[ID adapted from alt: Two panels (the first is on the left) from chapter 25. Natsume is sitting in a chair with his wrists bound, Matoba looming over him. Matoba reaches up to the ofuda covering his eye and says, smirking, "I still have my eyeball, but there's a horrible scar on my face. Care to take a look?" He starts to push the ofuda off his eye but is interrupted by someone calling his name. /end ID]

what's funny is that taki is a huge weirdo who would probably love to spend an afternoon confabulating about matoba's youkai curse. why doesn't matoba take her up on it? because they're in public? because he has nothing to gain? because he doesn't want to creep taki out? because he doesn't want to creep taki out in front of natsume? because he doesn't want to creep natsume out? (seems unlikely that he's had a change of heart since the abandoned station, but who knows.)

i think he's fond of taki, but this has to be mostly about natsume, right? natsume is very fun for him to tease, but he understands that fucking with natsume's friends would undo a lot of the goodwill he's accumulated recently chez natsume. and even if taki were down for it, natsume would probably be offended on her behalf. matoba and taki need some separate hang time where they can nerd out without mr. goody two shoes there to bring down the mood.

[writers-potion]

Healing

Most religions have a form of healing magic - it may be called "faith healing" and "miracle".

Some healing magic is subtle, strengthening he body's own immune defences so it can fight off infections, cancer cells and hormonal imbalances. In such cases, this might not be considered magic by others.

Dramatic, sudden healings attract a lot of attention and will run into many ethical dilemmas:

What if the magician is kept in captivity to keep the king young, forever?

What if the magician is forced to heal armies that are doing terrible things?

What if the magician only heals those in power/ who can afford to pay them?

In modern society, it is possible for the line between healing magic and life science to be blurred. Magic might simply amplify existing medicines, or provide luck to surgens who are performing a particularly tricky operation.

Protection

Many people seek magical protection, and hire magicians to provide it.

A farmer might seek to protect his crops

A mother might seek to protect her offspring

A courtesan seeks protection from her lover's wives

A soldier who seek protection from attacks.

Methods through which it may be achieved:

Using an amulet, necklace, or other tools that must be carried

A mark or tattoo for protection

A circle or physical barrier surrounding the client

A blessing that wears off with time

A protection spell that can be memorized and used only once.

Talismans and Amulets

Talisman and amulets give magical enegy to the people who wear them. They are two different objects, so it's best not to get them mixed up if your story has both. The follow categorization is fluid:

An amulet gives general help, while a talisman serves one specific purpose.

An amulet keeps harm away, while a talisman empowers the wearer.

An amulet is motly secular, while a talisman typically contains divine/angelic/spiritual energy

An amulet usually works for whoever that wears it, while a talisman is custom made for one user.

An amulet deflects negative energies, while a talisman attracts positive ones.

They are generally small objects that can be worn or carried. They have symbols on them which charges them with magical power.

In ancient societies, amulets and talismans were big business, with magician earning large sums by making and recharging them.

Guarding Against Harmful Magic

Using magic to harm or kill others is generally frowned upon. However, the magician may accept the job of hexing or cursing someone, given that they are paid well.

Hexes and curses

A hex is worked in cold blood, unemotionally. A curse involves intense emotions.

A hex lasts for a given period, then wear off. A curse may last a lifetime or even generations.

A hex is usually secular, while a curse often has a religious element (placed by or on behalf of a deity)

A hex is usually Low Magic while a curse may be High Magic

A hex is always worked by a magician while a cuse can sometimes be worked by a non-magician

A hex can affet an object or a person, a curse almost always affects a person.

Hexes tend to cause great nuisance, while curses bring long-term devastating harm.

Protection against magical attacks

The afflicted person may seek to undo the hex or spell, often at a high cost (even life)

Rituals may either aim to deflect other magical attacks, get rid of the attack, or send the spell back to the sender.

Sometimes, placing a curse or hex has a consequence to the caster, and this will deter a magician from doing it in the first place.

The client may pay to lessen the impact of a curse or seek drugs to ease their pain under it.

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[pageofpomegranates]

More Art Magic Ideas🎨🕯️

Draw or paint using your non-dominant hand to bring out your inner child

Create a mini oracle set out of bottlecaps or coins

Write odes to the tools, herbs, etc. that you use the most in your craft

Use only natural materials in a work of art- tea, coffee, dirt, plant parts, etc.

Decorate playing cards to act as talismans and keep in your pocket/wallet/bag (i.e. a money drawing card to keep in your wallet)

Bring your inner sacred space to life by drawing/painting/collaging/sculpting it

Use handmade images as offerings to spirits or deities; create personalized images of spirits or deities you're in contact with

Make a poppet of yourself and stuff it with petitions or pictograms of what you wish to embody

Create a powerful protection amulet to hang above the doorway of your home/sacred space. What does protection look like to you? Use materials that reflect the kind of protection that you're looking for.

Crochet or knit a blanket that is enchanted to bring good sleep, good dreams, or for inducing a hypnagogic state

[villainofmyownstory]

Zultanite

Part I - Gravity

AO3

pairing: Poly 141 x plus size fem!reader

summary: After inheriting jewelry from your dearest grandmother and one visit to a fortune teller. Your life is changing. Not once, not twice… but four times.

tags: Polyamory × Poly 141 × Strangers to Lovers × Stranger Sex × Polyamorous Task Force 141 (Call of Duty) × Smut × Oral Sex × Eventual Romance

a/n: Today I heard the song Gravity by Ralph, which inspired me to write this story. Each part will feature a different member of TF141.

Parts of the song lyrics are in italics.

Let me know what you think, I'm still learning how to write smut.

English is not my first language, so probably many things are poorly described and the vocabulary is very simple. If you see any mistakes - let me know!

✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠🌟✨🔮🌠

Part I - Gravity

Kyle ”Gaz” Garrick

You are sitting in a small, narrow corridor, surrounded by many strange objects. Your heart is beating fast. You feel uneasy. The walls are colorful, trinkets, colorful lamps and curtains hang from the ceilings.

There is a sweet, heavy but pleasant scent in the air.

You only came here because your friend got an unusual gift from someone for her birthday. A rather peculiar one. A visit to a fortune teller.

You don't believe in such things, you are a rather down-to-earth woman. No fairies, princesses, wizards, unicorns or magical powers of objects. Pure science. Logic.

But you'll do anything for your friends.

You are snapped out of these ponderings by a voice from the side. Your girlfriend's more impatient and curious about the whole aura around the place.

“Thursday: cinnamon, musk, sage.... Interesting, maybe we should come another day. Oh! For example, on Sundays the smell of lemon. Do you know what it's good for?”

You didn't even have time to open your mouth to answer that of course you don't know what lemon is good for. For... a cold?

“Welcome, fairy Avery is expecting another visitor.”

You get up, but the person standing by the door tells you to wait. One person may be in the room with the fairy so as not to disturb her aura.

Or something else.

You sit back in your chair and look around the room out of boredom, since there isn't even a signal on your phone here. Finally, you glance at the flyer your friend was looking at a moment ago. Without delving into it, you simply flip through it quickly.

'Frankincense not only smells beautiful, but also has magical powers. Some intensify love, others intuition, there are also those that protect against evil powers...

Numerological matching ...

Venus Prophecy ...

If you want to know what fate has prepared for you and check what awaits you in the near future ... ask the magic ball ...

Tarot Celtic Cross

Amulets and talismans ...'

“That's interesting...”

You whisper under your breath as you see a photo of a confusingly similar stone. The kind you just had around your neck.

You had inherited the necklace from your grandmother, as well as to the pair, earrings and a ring. But in accordance with your grandmother's request, you wore the necklace every day since the day you received it.

Since yesterday being precise. Only yesterday someone from the family in your grandmother's long-abandoned house, found the lost box. With a letter and things for you.

When your friend with a smile on her lips comes out of the fortune teller's room, you want to get out of this place as soon as possible. You did not come here for any divination, tarot, palm reading.

However, the voice again invites another person, and apart from the two of you, there is no one in the hallway.

Slightly pushed by the girl you go into the room.

“I've been waiting a long time for you”.

When the door slams behind you the room falls into semi-darkness. The only sources of light are candles arranged in places.

You approach the most illuminated spot, a small round table in the middle of the room.

A small figure sits on the opposite side and holds one hand over a glass sphere.

If you're wondering what the fairy looked like. Yes, just what you think.

Her face hidden in a storm of loose hair, colorful wide clothes, a mass of necklaces, beads, talismans and rings.

It's hard to tell her age, but judging by her voice, she may already be in her midlife years.

“At me?”

You ask finally approaching the table.

“Sit down, and don't ask questions. The sphere has already told me everything... with the rest, you know very well what awaits you again...”

Sitting down on the chair closely watching the woman, you understand nothing of what she says. Maybe there's really no point in asking her anything, as you won't believe it anyway. Let her say what she has to say, and quickly leave this strange place.

“Four. That's your number, definitely. A strong, strong four. Unbreakable.

The same thing awaits you...yes, but this time it will be ..more intense, more interesting, so... complete. “

In the room as if the wind blew, many candles go out, and your skin went through shivers.

The woman pays no attention to this and continues

“Only this time be guided by your heart, okay? It will be a happy and joyful time, use it. And don't regret anything. Just remember, choose with your heart. Not with the mind.”

With her last word, the room goes dark. You sit slightly puzzled and bewildered.

What actually happened?

Having, once again in this peculiar place, no time to ask questions. The door behind you opens and again that mysterious voice informs you that the visit is over.

Kyle was the first one.

Kyle was the right one.

Kyle.

He just was.

Didn't think I was ready for love again.

Saturday, you walk ahead. Since the morning, you felt a great need to just get out of the apartment, this small cramped place. Claustrophobic.

Sometimes you have days like this, to go out without looking back. To leave everything behind and go. Walk, just simply walk, step by step. Until your legs start to hurt. Or until it gets dark.

Sunk in your thoughts you reach quite far, from home. Your walk has been going on for a good three hours. It has started to rain. You think a little bit and you hide under the canopy of one of the nearest buildings.

Will you catch me if I float?

Glad that you didn't get too wet, on the other hand you curse yourself in your mind. You didn't even take your phone with you, you'll have to wait until it stops raining.

Looking up you sadly conclude that, unfortunately, it doesn't look like the weather is going to change any time soon.

There aren't even any people around, no pedestrians. No one.

Minutes pass, long boring ones.

Finally you hear the sound of an engine, a car approaching at high speed. You think maybe it's a taxi, you step out from under the canopy and at that moment the car drives past you.

Splashing you.

“Fuck! Are you kidding me?”

Angrily you wipe your wet face to see anything. The car has unfortunately already disappeared around the corner, so you weren't even supposed to see what the car was. Even, you couldn't see its color.

You stand like this, on the sidewalk, not caring that the rain is falling on you. You are soaked. Even your hair is wet and stuck to your face. Just like your clothes, they have become heavy and cold. It's like someone threw you into a pool with your clothes on.

I think you even have wet panties.

“Just great!”

You mumble irritably, feeling a lump in your throat. You don't want to cry, but you feel terrible. Not only physically. But somehow mentally, too.

This situation reminds you of the humiliation you experienced because of your physical appearance in the past, at school.

Trying to at least drain the water from your hair and somehow tie it up or braid it. So it doesn't bother you, you don't pay attention that a car has stopped next to you.

Cause I feel gravity, gravity, gravity Pulling you to me, you to me, you to me

“Excuse me? Perhaps, I can somehow...help you?”

A warm and concerned voice gets your attention. You raise your head and freeze.

A few steps in front of you there is a large dark car, a man is looking at you from the open window.

Very handsome. Young. Definitely not from your small town. Probably some sort of passerby.

“Can I help you somehow, ma'am?”

Laughing lightly, he repeats the question. His voice pleasant, like a spring wind, like a meadow full of flowers, like warm tea with honey and raspberries.

Finally you shake it off, and say without thinking much about it.

“Actually, yes.”

Maybe you shouldn't get into the car of a complete stranger, but there's something that tells you to agree, to get in, to finally go home.

You're terribly wet and cold.

You quickly get into the passenger seat fastening your seat belt and giving your address.

You introduce yourself, gently squeezing the man's hand. His hand, despite several scars and hard skin, is warm and very welcoming to you.

It seems the two of you hold hands a few moments longer than the usual greeting should last.

Fixing your hair behind your ear, you smile slightly at the man and slowly let go of his hand. However, despite this, his gaze does not leave your face.

“I'm Kyle...”

The man finally says, turning on the car's engine and slowly moving towards your house.

No oxygen up here Must be gravity, gravity

The drive passes undeniably quickly, the streets at this hour and considering the weather are unusually empty.

You don't exchange many sentences, typically pleasantries. He's here on business, you've lived here all your life.

He can't talk about work, but it's something related to ''safety.''

You, on the other hand, could talk about your work for hours, but you don't want to bore him with scientific babble.

He, when speaking, gesticulates, speaks confidently and laughs loudly.

You, on the other hand, speak quietly, smiling gently. Intimidated.

Actually, you don't know how it happens that a man is already standing in front of your door. He is so charming, kind, friendly. That you agree without thinking as he offers to go to your house under his umbrella.

Truly charming he is.

Putting the key in the lock and opening the door, you turn towards the man

“Maybe as a thank you... I didn't do any shopping, but maybe.... Perhaps you'd like some tea and cake?”

“Sure, a cup of tea is even necessary in this weather.”

He laughs loudly again smiling widely.

You hastily put water in the kettle for tea, gently shivering. Those damn clothes stuck to your skin like wet cold scales.

You quickly prepare cups and plates of cookies. As you turn around to go and finally change into something thick, warm and comfortable. You impetuously bump into the man who inaudibly entered the kitchen and stood a step behind you.

“Excuse me.”

You mumbled embarrassedly. Surely that collision with your weight must have hurt him.

Kyle smiles at you while gently tilting his head

“You're soaked.”

Saying this, he brushes away unruly strands of hair from your face.

You swallow your drool loudly.

Why has the kitchen suddenly become so stuffy? Was it the boiling water that raised the temperature in the small apartment so dramatically?

Oh God no.

It was him.

Kyle.

Grabbing the back of your head, he draws your face to his, and gently kisses you. At first he gently brushes his lips against your lips. But after a while he intensifies the kiss, more greedily. Possessively. With one hand he gently massages the scalp of your head as his other hand wandered over your body, gently squeezing your breasts. Then he lasciviously strokes your belly. His hand slowly makes its way to the line of your pants.

The man between kisses slowly brings out word by word

“Sorry, I never. This is my first time. i mean, never so fast. but, fuck “.

Despite the tangle of words, you understand what he means.

No one ever wanted you the moment they met you. Never has anyone wanted you so quickly.

Should I let go? (Ooh, let go) And lose control? (Ooh, lose control)

In response, you entwine your arms around his neck wanting to show him not to go anywhere. To keep his body even closer to yours.

His hand easily makes its way under the material of your jeans and panties gently poking his fingers into the warm, plush of your lower abdomen. He gently teases the tender skin under your pants with his fingers.

You silently moan involuntarily, his lips slowly directing gentle kisses to your neck.

He is sure to leave marks on you.

As he gently sucks the thin skin close to your pulse, you stiffen, your body is pierced by pleasant shivers.

“Where is the bedroom?”

After these words, you wave your hand roughly in the direction of your small room with a bed and a tiny closet.

When the man finally pulls away from you, with a quiet pop  his lips finally pulled away from your skin.

His hand continued to rest in your panties as he gently and calmly rubbed the area around your clit with his fingertips.

Keeping the last remnants of common sense, you turn off the kitchen to avoid burning the kettle with boiling water.

Tea was no longer needed.

As you and Kyle land on the bed, you on your back, the man slowly kisses every part of your body with precision.

Wet clothes with each passing moment land with a slight sloshing on the floor. You don't even worry about the mess you both leave behind.

Lose my breath in your atmosphere No oxygen up here

Once you're completely naked, Kylie kneels in front of you. Stroking your thick thighs, slowly running his fingers over your fat, and you squirm as the cool air hits your wet cunt.

“Show off your beauty, don't hide.”

He opens your legs, not taking his eyes off your face.

Slightly embarrassed, you bury your head in your hands, your elbows covering your exposed breasts. Your large nipples heap under the change of temperature after removing your wet clothes.

“Baby!”

Kyle says more firmly, gripping your inner thigh cheeks.

“I need to warm you up, you're so soaked.”

After these words, he dives between your legs and, kissing your thighs, moves closer to your center.

You feel his warm breath teasing your sensitive skin.

“You’re so beautiful and wet...”

He mumbles, and after these words. You feel his tongue teasing the area around your rear hole, with a long stroke he directs his tongue upward.

His tongue is rough and hot as he focuses on your clit. First teasing the hard little button with his tongue slowly circling it. Then he starts sucking on it.

“That's it, baby. Just mine.”

You moan louder. His words, the slow play of his mouth and tongue between your wet folds making you feel the growing pleasure in your lower abdomen.

It's been so long, no, never before has anyone taken care of you like this. With such adoration and worship.

“Kyle... I think I'm ~oh!”

Your breathing speeds up

“Come on baby. I'll make you cum with my tongue”

His mouth gently sucks your clitoris, and he caresses your swollen bud with his tongue, speeding up the fun of it.

You reach your first orgasm of the evening. Your legs involuntarily shaking, your rippling belly and breasts gently bouncing during this sudden sensation.

“Honey, are you ready for more?

Kyle rises slowly, kissing your cunt, lifting your legs, kissing your lower abdomen around your breasts and sternum. Leaving wet marks on your skin.

He stops at the valley of your breasts, gently tilting his head and squinting his eyes.

“Um... the stone in the necklace has changed color, interesting.”

He smiles and leans in, kissing you on the lips.

As you kiss him, you can feel your juices mixed with his saliva.

“Ready?”

Kyle catches you below the knees, bringing your legs closer to his chest, one hand grasping his erect member.

Just now you stare intently at his penis. His tip is an dark pink, dripping rich pearls of precum, and fuck, it's thick. It's not long, rather a standard size, but the thickness surprised you.

With amusement, the man looks at you, leaning over you again with one hand resting next to your head. With his other hand, he pumps his protruding shaft with quick, powerful movements.

His tip teases your wet and very tender folds.

“Babe, I need you. Right now, next time... I'll take care of you longer, better, all right?”

You nod. Completely ignoring his words.

He slowly slides into your warm and wet hole. Its walls, although invitingly spread around his cock, tenderly and tightly squeeze him.

Both of you are moaning loudly with pleasure.

He embeds his thick cock deep inside you and starts slowly rocking back and forth.

Rhythmic obscene wet sounds, body slapping against body and increasingly loud sighs fill the room. Kyle grabs your wrists and lifts your arms above your head, crossing and holding them tightly like this. Entering you with more force.

He moves faster and faster inside you. You wrap your legs around his hips so that, thanks to the new angle, he enters you fuller, harder. He moves even faster.

He kisses you again, this time with more force, his tongue forces itself deep into your mouth so that his teeth collide with yours.

His movements are less rhythmic now, but deeper, he places kisses on your cheek, neck, caressing your collarbone.

You reach another orgasm at the same time as you feel the man tighten his body and eat into your neck. His warm cum gushing into your pussy, which, under the influence of another peak, squeezes even more around his throbbing member. His cum fills you and gently mixed with your juices flows out of you, running down your folds

You lie like this entwined for many more moments, gasping loudly, his breath teasing your sweaty, tender neck skin.

Kyle, after taking a few deeper breaths, finally says raising his head and looking into your eyes

"The stone in your necklace, is now canary yellow”

Tossing and turning, I can't get you off my mind Thinking about what you did to me last night Am I in trouble? Should I hit the breaks? Being with you is my favorite mistake

[astra-ravana]

Blood In Magick

Blood magick is a long standing and powerful occult practice. It can be used to enhance or specify hexes, curses, even love spells. It is incredibly powerful as a spell component or taglock.

Your own blood is one of the most potent, lasting, powerful, and sacred magickal tools available to you. It can act as a signature, allowing you to connect to your workings, it can forge a bond to spirits and demons, and make a spell last ages.

Only a few drops are typically needed, which should be obtained with as little pain or damage as possible. Use wisdom when working with blood and never offer your blood without having a full understanding of its purpose in the working.

Utilizing Blood in Magick

• In candle magick, mix blood drops with oil to dress a candle.

• Use a drop or two to anoint/charge any talisman, amulet, or tool.

• Add a few drops in container magick.

• In petition/contract magick, smear blood on the paper.

• Place a drop or two in a mojo bag.

• Blood is the most potent taglock.

Elemental Blood Type Correspondences

• Fire: Type 0

• Air: Type B

• Water: Type AB

• Earth: Type A

[bigskydreaming]

Like yes merpeople but ALSO what about merpeople who are specifically half-shark, or the underwater equivalent of giants, half-human/half-whale? We've got the occasional half-human/half-octopus but also yes to half human jellyfish and half human manta rays and not naiads specifically so much as the underwater equivalent of dryads, having the same connection to coral gardens and reefs that dryads do to trees and forests.

Gimme underwater lamias who are actually more accurately half human/half electric eel, with all the associated zapping ability, that lends them insight into electricity and related phenomena they use to build high-tech wonderlands deep beneath the waves.....and far from any shore, underwater travelers fear crossing paths with 'ghosts' which are actually like a supernatural form of jellyfish who wrap their translucent selves around their victims to "possess them."

I want selkies who don't just come ashore to have angsty love affairs with beguiling humans, but who also live in communities deep in arctic regions far away from any human civilization where they carve entire villages and cities into the undersides of icebergs.

Underwater vampiric creatures, maybe lamprey or shark themed, who specifically drink blood for the oxygen in it, as that's what enables them to go 'top side' for awhile before having to retreat back to the depths they're more naturally adapted to live in. Krakens but also a Fae-like version of angler fish who use their lights as an undersea version of will'o'wisps, leading denizens of the deep astray.

Multiple types of undersea shapeshifters, going to and from the surface and the deep, with entirely different branches of the same shapeshifter family trees.....the dolphin shapeshifters of the Mediterranean being descendants of the sailors cursed by Dionysus and having very little in common with the encantado who live in the waters of South America, but often lumped in with each other and sharing similar issues and interactions with other civilizations due to the fact that so many others just assume all dolphin shapeshifters are connected or alike even though they have completely different natures, parameters for their shapeshifting, and an entire spectrum of supernatural abilities with very little actual overlap between the different 'types.'

Not just one god of the sea, but multiple gods of the deep, all associated with their own regions, from Poseidon to Sedna to Tangaroa to Manannán mac Lir and Kimbazi. The deep sea equivalent of druids, cultivating kelp forests and coral groves and gardens warmed and nourished by the undersea volcanoes they're planted in the shadows of. Sorcerers as fixated on trying to control and harness and direct the power and positioning of underwater currents as above-the-sea counterparts are with trying to control the weather.

Narwhales often mistaken for the unicorns of the deep, but only because there actually ARE an undersea version of unicorns for them to get mixed up WITH. Protective amulets and talismans and charms made of sea shells, alchemical potions mixed from octopus ink and kraken blood and marine sinkholes like the Great Blue Hole off the coast of Belize being the undersea equivalent of fairy rings, serving as entrances to a subaquatic Otherworld or Underworld.

The rivers of various pantheons' Underworlds having exit points at multiple places around the world, so there are entire regions considered haunted or places of wild magic because they're where the waters of the Styx or Acheron slip out and get mixed into the ocean, altering the properties of the water in those regions in strange and unpredictable ways.

Deep sea mages using and manipulating pressure in ways there's no above-water equivalent for because on land its not really a natural phenomenon of note or a force of nature all its own, not in the same ways it would be for those who live their entire lives and build cities at depths where the water around them has a weight and power that the air just does not possess for those who do the same at sea level.

A spectrum of sirens, different types and different cultures all with their own unique distinctions....as much as some are associated with seduction, there are other clans with reputations as scavengers, known for sending hunting parties to the surface where they sing down storms to scuttle ships and drag them and their contents down to the depths.

An entire world where there's always a lower depth, a darker chasm, a further mystery just below.....the deepest abysses an uncharted badlands populated by eldritch creatures older than anything else in the world, a pitch dark landscape dotted with the ruins of empires so old nobody remembers they ever existed, let alone what they were called.

Idk, idk, I just think there's so much more to be mined from the sheer wealth of sea creatures and concepts and phenomena and traditional mermaids and selkies and sirens, cool as they are, are really just the tip of the iceberg. And we have gotten a couple cool glimpses of undersea civilizations and how wild and colorful they can be in the last decade or so in cinema, but again....tip of the iceberg. There's soooooo much more that can be done, I'm just like. *vibrates in place wanting it all*

[cdr2002]

Mortal Kombat Odyssey Bio: Shinnok

From the moment of his birth, Shinnok was unlike his fellow Elder Gods. While all among their number were created from the coalescence of natural forces of the universe, only Shinnok was born from its primal darkness. His mother, the Elder Goddess of Time, Kronika, had created him explicitly to embody this force, as it was a niche then-unoccupied by any among the Elder Gods. The concept of balance was always something of value to her, something which she personified into her children.

Shinnok in particular was to have a dual existence, not only to embody darkness, but also death, which she believed would be a proper counterbalance to the power over life that the Elder Gods commanded.

This essence of death was collected from the energies of Elder Gods who died in battle with the One Being. It was an act deemed questionable by the other Elder Gods, a possible desecration of their remains and memories.

This immediately created a rift between Shinnok and the others. From his perspective, they had no right to question the nature of his existence. He was here now, it didn’t matter how to him, and as members of the same race, they were meant to support one another.

Despite the misgivings of the other Elder Gods, Shinnok was ultimately accepted, his intuition making him a valuable asset in the war with the One Being.

Near the war’s end, the Elder Gods crafted the six Kamidogu as their ultimate weapons against their eternal foe. While powerful, they were not quite a match for the One Being’s sheer might. That changed when Shinnok made use of his divine powers to craft a seventh talisman: the aptly named Amulet of Shinnok. With this amulet, the Kamidogu could be united into a tool with which the user could master all reality.

Ultimately however, the Elder Gods were able to successfully fell the One Being wielding the Kamidogu separately. Shinnok was on some level… disappointed. That power over reality, a power which no one Elder God could wield innately, as even for all their accomplishments, none of them had a full grasp on the inner workings of the universe… it fascinated him.

But alas, the opportunity to explore that power had passed in the eyes of the Elder Gods. Shinnok offered some protest, arguing that the Kamidogu should be united on the simple principle of testing the limits of their collective power, but the other Elder Gods refused, fearing what such power might do. His mother was able to convince him to desist, and so Shinnok joined the others in turning his attention to the new universe that was born from the One Being’s defeat. On one such day that he was as surveying the infant universe, the Elder Gods scattered the Kamidogu amongst the new realms… and refused to tell him where they had hidden them. They didn’t trust him. Nor frankly did he them, at least not completely. Shinnok refused to surrender his amulet for similar safekeeping, and the Elder Gods decided to not press the issue after being persuaded by Kronika.

The loss of those keys to infinite power would not be the only change brought upon by this new universe.

At the dawn of the newborn world, Kronika had created Shinnok’s sister, Cetrion, as an embodiment of the life and vitality found in these newly born realms. Shinnok felt an immediate kindship with her, a feeling he had previously felt only for his mother. Cetrion was joyous, and curious in her own way. She made Shinnok feel… less isolated. Less alone.

Over the eons, Shinnok would observe the development of that life in this new universe that Cetrion seemed to intrinsically cherish. While many of the other Elder Gods were fascinated, or at least amused, Shinnok found the new life… unimpressive. Lesser. He did not see the value that the others did in these lifeforms. They were small. Limited. Chaotic. Incomparable to beings like he and his fellow Elder Gods.

And yet, the others felt something parental towards them. A need to protect them, safeguard them… coddle them. They put aside what in Shinnok’s mind was their obvious superiority to allow these beings room to grow and change. He believed that as Gods, they should hold dominion over these beings. Servants, rather than charges.

But his mother convinced him to stifle those feelings, which he did… to the best of his ability. Shinnok’s disdain would cause a rift between himself and his sister, who felt nothing but love for these creatures. The Elder Gods believed that they had defeated the One Being to craft their own destinies, and allow other lifeforms to do the same. Cetrion quickly came to believe this as well.

Shinnok believed that they had killed the One Being and were now owed their mantle of supremacy.

But for more eons, Shinnok would be tempered. The other Elder Gods, especially Cetrion, were convinced that they could bring him over to their point of view.

A decision point came when his mother completed work on the Hourglass, and quickly fell into her obsession with the manipulation of time. Her children were the first who she told of what she had seen, which now included the sentinel Geras. Having watched the mortals from the Heavens himself, everything his mother shared had aligned with what Shinnok had come to believe.

At this point, he no longer saw the mortals simply lesser than the Elder Gods, but also wholly incapable of ruling themsleves. He found that when left to their own devices, mortals were prone to chaos, petty power struggles, killing each other senselessly, and destroying their own worlds. Kronika’s vision of structuring their destinies to create perfection, to eliminate their poor decision making, was highly appealing to Shinnok.

Cetrion, conversely, was mortified. The rest of the Elder Gods had similar reactions, and acted against Kronika quickly.

Although he agreed with her intentions, Shinnok did not side with his mother. He knew immediately that the other Elder Gods would disapprove, and for the moment, he did not wish to jeopardize his own position. He could not bring himself to do battle with his mother either, and so chose a position of neutrality in the ensuing conflict. When Kronika was defeated and he was called upon to cast his vote, Shinnok aligned himself with the others, knowing it would be useless to dissent.

Shinnok watched mostly silent as his mother was stripped of her status as an Elder God and banished to the mortal realms below. He had hoped that the Elder Gods would not squander the power of the Hourglass. If he acted quickly, he could implement her vision, and modify it to suit his own. But alas, the device was locked away, restricted with such heavy magic that not even the Elder Gods themselves could breach the Keep. Nor could they lift said protection without invoking their combined power. Shinnok could sense their distrust of him in this decision. A distrust that they had always carried for him due to his nature, and one which it was becoming increasingly difficult for Shinnok to stomach.

Their rules had become difficult to stomach as well.

66 million years ago, Shinnok had finally had enough of the Elder Gods’ restrictions. He would save the mortals from themselves and gain the worship he felt entitled to, and he would do it in the most direct way possible.

Suspecting that his fellow Elder Gods would not follow, Shinnok departed the Heavens abruptly for the mortal realms, setting his sights on Earthrealm as his first conquest. While he was correct in his suspicion, he was not able to completely escape their wrath.

Cetrion spotted him leaving, and the other Elder Gods acted quickly. They stripped Shinnok of his status as a full Elder God, but the barrier separating the Heavens from the other realms prevented them from completely rendering him mortal as they had done to his mother.

Shinnok fell from the Heavens a lesser deity than he had been, but still powerful, and undeterred. In fact, his rage was only greater. His schism from the Elder Gods was complete, and as he completed his conquest of the realms, he vowed that he would take time to spit on the face of all they had intended.

Shinnok’s one-man invasion of Earthrealm brought devastation like nothing the realm has ever seen. He collided like a meteorite with the ground of the realm and began subjugating everything in sight, annihilating those who defied him.

The creatures of Earthrealm, including its first intelligent race; the Saurians, were all but helpless against Shinnok’s onslaught. Many reluctantly submitted to his rule, believing their situation to be hopeless.

As Shinnok suspected, the Elder Gods did nothing. Too high and mighty to descend from the Heavens and actually save their precious mortals, just as they did nothing to correct their chaos.

But of course. The Elder Gods had already assigned agents to protect the realms in the absence of their direct action. And in Shinnok’s hubris, he underestimated those guaridans.

Raiden, the Thunder God of Earthrealm and its Protector, intercepted Shinnok’s advance through the realm and engaged him in combat.

Their battle raged across the realm for ages, Raiden holding nothing back in the face of having to battle an Elder God, even a weakened one.

As a consequence, apocalyptic destruction was brought in their wake, the very world they fought upon being scorched by their power. Many of Earthrealm’s creatures, including much of the mighty dinosaurs, were wiped out, mere collateral damage of a clash between gods.

The Saurians were ultimately forced to flee to the realm of Zaterra, leaving Earthrealm behind as Raiden and Shinnok continued to fight.

By the time the battle had finally ended, it was the mark of a new era for Earthrealm. Though struggling greatly against the might of the fallen Elder God, Raiden eventually managed to prevail after such a lengthy war.

With Shinnok defeated, Raiden did his duty and turned him over to the mercy of the Elder Gods.

Rather than stripping of his power and memories and allowing him to start anew, as they had done with his mother, the Elder Gods this time erred on the side of spite.

They decided that for his crimes against their laws and against Earthrealm, Shinnok deserved punishment. He was chained and banished to the depths of the Netherrealm, left in the “care” of Hell’s protector god, Lucifer, who was assigned to torture him for his sins and so that he would never be a major threat again.

His amulet was taken from his possession and locked within a fortress constructed by Cetrion herself known as the Temple of Elements. The temple was guarded by powerful spells and four younger gods who embodied the base elements of Earthrealm, which included Raiden’s younger brother Fujin. During the battle with Shinnok, they had been focused on preserving life and evacuating areas where the carnage was spreading, attempting to allow Raiden the piece of mind needed to cut loose. Fujin in particular assisted in ferrying many Saurians to the wild realm of Zaterra. The Elder Gods and the Earthrealm deities agreed that the powerful artifact could never again be wielded by any who would misuse its power, especially after they discovered how well Shinnok had made it.

Charged with a greater amount of divine power than any individual Kamidogu, and quickly discovered to be indestructible, the amulet was deemed a weapon of mass destruction to be kept under lock and key. One or all four of the elemental gods would stand guard over it at all times, eternally vigilant.

As for Shinnok himself, he would undergo torment at the hands of Lucifer for millennia, the Lord of Hell taking a dark delight in his suffering.

Shinnok would remain imprisoned until the fateful day where he was met by a fledgling demon-oni sorcerer by name of Quan Chi. The sorcerer had recently started an uprising against the powers that be in the Netherrealm. He and his people had been enslaved by Lucifer’s servants to serve as labor, and after uncovering a spellbook of black magic, Quan Chi had vowed never to be bound again.

Moreover, he had begun a campaign to liberate all those which the cruel masters of his realm had imprisoned. When he had received word that an Elder God had been fallen victim to the warden of Hell, Quan Chi had decided that said Elder God would make a powerful ally.

Using his unique ability to create portals that could breach past most protective magics meant to block out mystical forms of transportation, Quan Chi entered Shinnok’s cell after coordinating an attack on the Prison of Souls with the forces under his command.

Once in the Fallen Elder God’s presence, Quan Chi proposed an alliance against Lucifer. Shinnok’s aid in overthrowing him for his freedom. Shinnok was impressed by the audacity of this demon, to attempt to bargain with an Elder God. But it was obvious that Quan Chi recognized no superior. Shinnok, who had defied those who had tried to decide how he should wield his power… could understand.

He agreed, and Quan Chi freed him. Together, they razed Lucifer’s forces, took the Prison of Souls for themselves, and waged a continuous campaign for control of the Netherrealm.

After his forces had dwindled, either through defeat or desertion, the Elder Demons had been slain, and his arcane relics had been scattered or seized by the Fallen Elder God and demon sorcerer, Lucifer found himself all but alone. His fortress was raided and Shinnok challenged Lucifer personally in front of hordes of demons and sinners from both sides.

Despite Lucifer’s mastery of the dark magics of the Netherrealm, he was unable to withstand the onslaught of Shinnok, who was enraged at his captor.

Lucifer was defeated, and never seen again. Whispers began to spread that Shinnok had found a way to kill an immortal. After all, who would know better than an Elder God?

Shinnok immediately named himself as the new ruler of the Netherrealm, and began to shape the realm in his image.

Shinnok began to claim territory by force. For the people of this realm, he began preaching his ideology that mortals were chaotic, unruly beings who needed the grace of his order to protect them from their worse impulses. He used the sinners reincarnated in the Netherrealm as examples of this to win the support from demons, oni, and those who sought redemption from his past sins.

Previously something of a freedom fighter, Quan Chi would be quickly swayed by Shinnok’s rhetoric about the unfair hand dealt to he and the people of his realm by the Elder Gods, especially as they favored the mortals of the living realms despite their countless sins.

He also convinced his followers that as Netherrealmers, they were a form of immortals and therefore superior to those who lived in the realms above.

Shinnok promised freedom from the depths of Hell for all who joined, a glorious ascent in which they would claim true freedom and smite those who had attempted to oppress them, including the Elder Gods themselves. With Quan Chi, Shinnok would form a cult with himself as its god and his sorcerer ally as its leader: the Brotherhood of Shadow.

His influence over the Netherrealm would rapidly expand, until almost every explorable corner of the realm was under Shinnok’s rule. The only outliers were the wastelands where Oni who chaffed against his dominion roamed, and the lowest plane of the Netherrealm… where the darkest souls dwelled and were meant to never escape.

Shinnok would begin to rapidly industrialize the Netherrealm, organizing labor parties and utilizing his own fabrication sorcery to turn the sparse towns and miles of dead lands into sprawling cities for the denizens of the Netherrealm to inhabit… all with heavy Brotherhood of Shadow oversight.

The first of these was Nekros, built atop an ancient Soul Stone which enhanced the magics of any sorcerer within range, who’s abilities were usually weakened in the Netherrealm.

The magics unique to the Netherrealm itself became a fascination of Shinnok’s, and he began an intense study of the dark arts, studies which he shared with Quan Chi, increasing the potency of both their magics, and opening new doors for achieving their goals.

Necromancy would become a valuable to the Fallen Elder God, seeking to command all souls, both living and dead.

His iron grip over the Netherrealm would continue for millennia. Minor resistance movements failed to gain traction and the Brotherhood of Shadow continued to spread Shinnok’s gospel.

But he did not keep his gaze fixed to the Netherrealm exclusively. Using his divine powers, he peered into the developing Earthrealm, the conquest that Raiden had denied him so long ago. Shinnok swore that he would have his revenge for that act…

However, Earthrealm itself continued to fascinate him. Where the societies of most realms turned their attention to sorcery and the advancement of magic as a means to improve their day to day lives, Earthrealmers, humans, made very sparing use of the mystic arts, and instead used their ingenuity to create incredible pieces of technology which Shinnok saw great value in. During the process of his industrialization of the Netherrealm, he would begin to mold the realm in some ways into a mirror of Earthrealm, a reminder of the prize he sought to acquire.

He also kept eyes on the realms of Edenia and Outworld. Due to the unseen cosmic shackles placed on him by the Elder Gods, Shinnok was restrained to the Netherrealm. The only object with enough power to free him was his amulet… and that was too heavily guarded for his followers to reach. For all its intricacies, Netherrealm sorcery could not counter the Elemental Gods.

As such, he would need to seek allies elsewhere.

By the time Shinnok had solidified his control over the Netherrealm, the former protector god Shao Kahn had already taken the throne of the Outworld empire. Shinnok dispatched Quan Chi to offer an alliance between their two realms, ostensibly motivated by their mutual opposition to the Elder Gods and desire to bring about the fall of Earthrealm.

Shao Kahn accepted, both sides trading agents to advance their schemes, making an agreement to take Earthrealm together. In secret, both anticipated the moment that why would need to betray each other. Shao Kahn played along with the alliance to gain access to the Netherrealm, hoping this would allow him to discover dark magics which could assist him in eventually battling Shinnok.

Shinnok meanwhile enabled Shao Kahn’s campaign against Earthrealm, giving him resources that would assist in invading the realm. In secret, he planned to swoop in after the war between Earthrealm and Outworld was over and conquer both realms no matter the victor. If Earthrealm prevailed over Shao Kahn, Outworld would likely be leaderless, but Earthrealm would likewise be greatly damaged by the Emperor’s onslaught. If Shao Kahn won, Earthrealm would be crushed without Shinnok having to lift a finger, and Shao Kahn would have expended a great amount of troops and resources to accomplish it.

Shinnok also saw the need for agents to destabilize Earthrealm directly. He dispatched demons of the Brotherhood to form cults of his worship, some of which preformed arcane rituals of fusing human and demon in order to create sleeper agents for Shinnok’s eventual invasion.

His most valuable agents in Earthrealm however would not be forces directly under his command, but rather his allies; the crime syndicate known as the Red Dragon.

Shinnok had aided in the founding of the Red Dragon centuries ago when he observed the awakening of the Edenian demigod Daegon. Projecting a mystical image of himself, Shinnok intercepted Daegon and manipulated his anger and resentment towards his parents to turn him into a crucial ally for the Fallen Elder God’s plans for the future, particularly a great conflict which Daegon’s mother Delia had forseen in visions. As the Red Dragon’s criminal network grew across Earthrealm, so to did the depth of intelligence that Shinnok had access to.

The final piece of his grand plan was regaining his amulet so that he could free himself from the confines of the Netherrealm and walk freely among the mortal realms again. To that end, Quan Chi had been seeking a viable agent to obtain the amulet, and was beginning to narrow down his assessment to a small selection of assassin clans in Earthrealm.

With the amulet in his possession, Shinnok would again be free to wreak havoc on untold billions. A fallen Elder God risen again.

Alternate design circa invasion of Earthrealm, green eyes variant

[talonabraxas]

The Mandrake (Mandragora officinarum -also known as Herb of Circe, Wild Lemon, Womandrake) holds the special distinction as being the most famous of all magical plants due to its many ritual and medical uses and the immense amount of mythology it has generated over historical ages.

During the Middle Ages the Mandrake became popular throughout Europe as a magical plant and miracle talisman, capable of curing nearly anything. These roots were thought to be powerful allies who could perform magic for their masters – from attracting love and gaining wealth and good fortune, to warding off misfortunes and evil spells, even to becoming invincible in battle.

The Mandrake was also considered a potent aid to fertility. Historians have determined that the earliest mention of the mandrake refers to its use in Babylon, in the cuneiform tablets of the Assyrians and in the Old Testament as evidenced in chapter 30 of the Book of Genesis where the childless Rachael asks her sister Leah for the loan of the mandrakes which her son had brought in from the fields.It is widely believed that the Old Testament contains multiple references to the ‘love apples’ – the fruits of the mandrake as an aphrodisiac. The first of these instances is again in Genesis, where the scent of the mandrake’s yellow fruits are described as having aphrodisiac properties.

Some evidence exists that the mandrake was used in secret mystical rites in ancient Israel; one of the factors supporting this hypothesis is the significance of the mandrake in Kabbalism as a symbol for ‘becoming One’….

Similarly, in ancient Egypt it appears that mandrake fruits may have been eaten as aphrodisiacs and ancient Greeks also used the mandrake as a sacred love plant.

Ancient Germanic people also often made use of the plant, in particular Germanic Seeresses, who were known for their clairvoyant abilities far outside of Europe, used mandrake regularly as an ally. The modern German name ‘Alraune’ can be traced back to the ancient Germanic term “Alrun”, which translates to ‘all knowing’ or ‘he who knows the runes’…

Mandrake roots have long been used in magic rituals then and still are used today in contemporary pagan traditions such as Wicca and Odinism.

The Mandrake plant is a member of the Nightshade family.The root is hallucinogenic and narcotic. In sufficient quantities, it induces a state of unconsciousness and was used as an anaesthetic for surgery in ancient times. In the past, juice from the finely grated root was applied externally to relieve rheumatic pains. It was also used internally to treat melancholy, convulsions, and mania. When taken internally in large doses, however, it is said to excite delirium and madness.

In the past, mandrake was often made into amulets which were believed to bring good fortune, cure sterility, etc. In one superstition, people who pull up this root will be condemned to hell, and the mandrake root would scream as it was pulled from the ground, killing anyone who heard it. Therefore, in the past, people have tied the roots to the bodies of animals and then used these animals to pull the roots from the soil.

Directions for harvesting a mandrake root in relative safety:

“A furrow must be dug around the root until its lower part is exposed, then a dog is tied to it, after which the person tying the dog must get away. The dog then endeavours to follow him, and so easily pulls up the root, but dies suddenly instead of his master. After this, the root can be handled without fear.”

The following is taken from Jean-Baptiste Pitois’ The History and Practice of Magic:

“Would you like to make a Mandragora, as powerful as the homunculus (little man in a bottle) so praised by Paracelsus? Then find a root of the plant called bryony. Take it out of the ground on a Monday (the day of the moon), a little time after the vernal equinox. Cut off the ends of the root and bury it at night in some country churchyard in a dead man’s grave. For 30 days, water it with cow’s milk in which three bats have been drowned. When the 31st day arrives, take out the root in the middle of the night and dry it in an oven heated with branches of verbena; then wrap it up in a piece of a dead man’s winding-sheet and carry it with you everywhere.”

Mandrake is placed on the mantle to bring prosperity, fertility and happiness to the home, a protector warding off of evil spirits or spells.

Among the old Anglo-Saxon herbals both Mandrake and Periwinkle are endowed with mysterious powers against demoniacal possession. Its human-like forked root was thought to be in the power of dark earth spirits. At the end of a description of the Mandrake in the Herbarium of Apuleius there is this prescription:

‘For witlessness, that is devil sickness or demoniacal possession, take from the body of this said wort mandrake by the weight of three pennies, administer to drink in warm water as he may find most convenient – soon he will be healed.’

It is worn as a talisman or amulet to attract love and repel diseases. As a flying ointment and for its ability to engender shamanic trances.

Mandrake is also said to protect against demonic possession, possibly because it was used by ancient herbalists to sedate manics. To activate a dried root, one must display it prominently in the home for three days, after which it is soaked in water overnight. The water can then be sprinkled on entryways, windows, and people to purify them. The root is now ready for magickal use.

Mandrake art by Maxine Miller