#Spells:{Bubble Bubble Toil and Trouble}

[oh-bother-stickers]

[cursedphoenix]

Indie RP blog for Tancred Sanderson, my witch/demigod OC | penned by Jay (she/they, 28) | moved from @covenunited | follows back from @foxytonic | please read rules and about before interacting | dividers made by @wethairjoel and @tsunami-of-tears

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[2024-grimoire-challenge]

Previous Prompts

Here is post you can find all of the previous prompts for the entire year!

January Week 1 - Intorduction

January Week 2 - Definitions

January Week 3 - Energy Sources in Witchcraft

January Week 4 - Deeper into the Elements

January Week 5 - Rules, Morals, Philosophies

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February Week 1 - Energy Work

February Week 2 - Types of Magic

February Week 3 - Types of Magic 2

February Week 4 - Types of Magic 3

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March Week 1 - Symbolism and Traditions

March Week 2 - Spell and Ritual Outline

March Week 3 - Traditions, Associations, Tools and Symbols

March Week 4 - Deeper Ancestry

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April Week 1 - Astrology

April Week 2 - Planetary Magic

April Week 3 -Other Celestial Stuff

April Week 4 - More Star Stuff

April Week 5 - Cosmic Wrap Up

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May Week 1 - Diving into Divination

May Week 2 - Divining Deeper

May Week 3 - Divination Wrap Up

May Week 4 - Changing it Up

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June Week 1 - The Wheel

June Week 2 - Transitional Periods, Energies, Entities and Places

June Week 3 - Circles and Other Shapes

June Week 4 - Grand Ideas

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July Week 1 - Dreams, Astal Work, Life and Death Philosophies

July Week 2 - Various Magics

July Week 3 - The Magic of Metals

July Week 4 - Different Types of Magic

July Week 5 - Magical Hodgepodge

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August Week 1 - Looking Inward

August Week 2 - Magic In the Mundane

August Week 3 -Using Your Senses

August Week 4 - Sixth Senses

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September Week 1 - Bubble Bubble, Toil and Trouble

September Week 2 - Alchemy

September Week 3 - Crystal Grids

September Week 4 - Altars and Workspaces

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October Week 1 - Laws of Magic

October Week 2 - The Fae, Cyrptids and Mythological Creatures

October Week 3 - Science and Magic

October Week 4 - Witchy Things

October Week 5 - Gettin' Crafty

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November Week 1 - A Hodgepodge

November Week 2 - Family, Politics, Privacy and Storage

November 3 - Banishing, Glamours, Color Magic

November 4 - Turning Magic Back

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December Week 1 - Shadow Work, Discernment, Synchronism, Seasonal Depression

December Week 2 - Utilizing What You Have

December Week 3 - Revisiting Traditions, Magical Timing, Magic with Medicine

December Week 4 - Looking Back

December Week 5 - Looking Ahead

Final Prompt

Bonus Prompts

Seasonal Magic

Other Perspectives

Eclipse Magic

Magic in the Mundane

Kitchen Witchery

Book Design Ideas

Drying Herbs

Superstitions

Crossroads and Liminal Spaces

Magical Salts and Waters

Witchy Calendar

Relationship Magic

Utilizing Technology

Associations

Holiday Prompt

Imbolc

Ostara

Beltane

Litha

Lughnasadh

Mabon

Samhain

Yule

Witchy Vibes Playlist

[echantedtoon]

This Is Hallo-Love

(My favorite Twisted Wonderland character doesn't have enough content so Imma make some for him.)

'Double double toil and trouble.~ Fire burn and cauldron bubble.~

By the moon we gather here to celebrate this time of year.~

When witches fly and the dead arise, the zombies moan with glowing eyes.~

We gather around the Pumpkin's light, and party long into the night.~'

The music of the night gently flowed throughout and between the beautiful decorations wrapped around the hills of glowing jack-o'-lantern faces and dusty cobwebs. The way the stars lit up the surroundings and made the shadows beautifully dance against the ground. The way the smell of delicious soul cakes and sweet chocolate candy wafted through the air. The beautiful music mixing with the laughter of witches and talking of the trick or treaters around the whole place. It was almost like a dream. Everyone having a great time behind their masked faces, no one telling who they were or maybe that was all part of the game. The fun of not knowing who you were speaking too and being able to be your own person tonight. But maybe she wasn't meant to join the fun and laughter that everyone else seemed to be having. Being maskless and alone wondering the ghastly night was the fate of the girl in the flowing costume. Blindly walking and circles, moving around. The sounds, the smells, the atmosphere. It was starting to make her dizzy. Everyway she'd turn she would catch a glimpse of a man with red eyes.

'Witches brew and bat wing stew.~ Come taste our punch and cupcakes too.~

So disguise yourself and your better half.~ Come around about seven for many a laugh.~

We will party long into the night til we're all blessed with second sight.~'

Very familiar gleaming red eyes. Her dizzied mind knew not to be afraid or excited about the way it gazed and pierced her soul. The way he looked at her with those beautiful devious eyes. Promising only trouble ahead. Well maybe she was looking for trouble, her head was kept on a swivel, always looking around herself in the see of masked laughter. Sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of him or maybe it was just her clouded emotional mind. At this point she didn't know if she was searching for him or trying to ensure she was far from him. But however she put it, the circles and laughter was starting to get dizzier and dizzier. She barely noticed when someone tall and with a wicked smile, bowed to her. Grabbed her hand. And lead her to dance. Maybe it was because she was temporarily blinded by the mask upon his face, or the swirls of the graceful dance they spun. But there was no mistaking those eyes. Perhaps she was crazy. Perhaps her dizzy mind was clouding any judgement. Maybe she was under some kind of spell from those red eyes. But when that face smiled at her-

She smiled back.

Over and over. Around and around the carousel run. Merry-go-round of laughter and devious serenity in the dizzying candlelights. Masked faces displayed with joy under the comfortable disguise of fabric. Faster and faster they cheered with laughter. Going circular motioned towards the echoes of harmonious chaos that was the music in the air. Happiness, happiness they cried. Come join in our ravenous scares for the dance. Join us in the beginning of the rising of dead and the delight of souls tonight in our gleaming disguises and beautiful fabrics. Forget about sorrows and troubles for tonight you belong to the music and madness of the motion.

Tensions no more. Hearts a light. Blood hitter than fire. Just all for this moment of herself in his arms and the eyes that smiled at her in the way she gazed does eyed up at him. For the movement and motion of tonight was theirs to tear apart and put back together again.

[the-nosy-neighbor]

Tic-Tac_Toe (Part 1)

Throughout the website, we have found instances of Tic-Tac-Toe games, so I decided to write about it, to see if I couldn’t find some reasoning for the inclusion of this, beyond Julie’s love of games. 

(I have separated this into 4 posts because I write very long things that are bad for morale.)

Rules of Tic-Tac-Toe

It seems like this is something that everyone knows (though sometimes under a different name, like noughts and crosses or x's and o's).  We will look, though, in case it gives any clues.

Of course there is a wikihow.  Draw the board (9 spaces).  First player goes and can choose to be x’s or o’s (but it do believe there is a rule that x goes first).  The first recommended move is to take the center, as it gives more options in getting three in a row or diagonal (winning).  Second player goes. They go back and forth until someone wins or the board is full, which is a tie. 

Ancient Origins of Tic-Tac-Toe

Huh, the game dates back to Ancient Egypt, called “Three Men’s Morris” and consisting of each player having three pieces and trying to put them all on one line.  The board looks like this:

The Roman version was also played with three pebbles.  (Roman version is called “Three Pebbles at a Time”?).  https://www.coolmathgames.com/blog/tic-tac-toe-history-three-in-a-row-thru-the-ages  It is also found in Middle Eastern and American Indian culture.  From what I can tell, this version in ancient Rome was circular, with an unknown name, but we call it “Rota” the Latin world for “wheel.”  These gameboards can be found in the streets of Roman cities.  https://mythologycrafts.com/rota-a-game-of-roman-tic-tac-toe/

“Rota is a very fast and simple game and you can play it almost anywhere. Each player moved three pieces around on a circular board until they got three in a row. The reason that Rota is called Roman Tic-Tac-Toe is that it is played on a board that has nine spaces and the main objective is to get three pieces in a row. However,  these two games are different because Rota takes longer,  you can move the pieces from their original positions, and unlike Tic-Tac-Toe it cannot end in a tie."

According to the coolmathgames.com website, the most comparable thing about these games is a 3 x 3 board.

The American Indian version (Zuni or Pueblo) looks like this:

Other versions:

Tant Fant:  India

Nine holes:  England

Achi:  Ghana

Shisima:  Kenya

Dara/dili/doki/derrah:  West Africa

Wali:  Africa

Dama Tuareg:  North Africa

Tria/Tris/Grisia:  Italy

Each version in the top half is pretty recognizable as tic tac toe, but the second half are further away.

Just a note to include that humans attach a lot of importance to the numbers 3 and 9, but especially 3.  Humans can process around three things in our short term, it has become a waypoint in writing or speaking (example:  x, 1,2,3 essays), and in symbols.  Symbols relying on the rule of three:  heaven, earth, hell; the father, the son, the holy spirit; birth, life, death; youth, middle age, old age; mind, body, soul.  Because of this human tendency, lots of things have been categorized by threes, but importantly, it has achieve a mystical significance in magic and luck.  In the European tradition, three is used in casting spells (bubble, bubble, toil, and trouble).  Also, how many times have we seen three witches as a storytelling device or focus?  In numerology, 3 has an association with Jupiter.

The History of Tic-Tac-Toe after 1884

The first instance of the name “noughts and crosses” is from 1858, “tic tac toe” is seen in 1884.  Tic Tac Toe is a game used to test artificial intelligence.  From Wikipedia “Arcade games with tic-tac-toe playing chickens were popular in the mid-1970’s. Apparently this comes from an appeal for a mentally ill murderer in which they introduced chickens playing tic-tac-toe as evidence that it doesn’t prove someone is mentally sound." From r/todayilearned, “TIL that in the 1960s there were coin operated machines with live chickens that would play piano, ring a bell or play you in tic tac toe when you dropped in a dime.“

This would have been during the time of the show, but what it could mean is curious (I wonder if Mama Beagle plays tic-tac-toe.)  I thought they meant a graphic of a chicken playing this game, but they really mean live chicken:

There were several game shows that used the game as their format, notably “Hollywood Squares,” “Tic-Tac-Dough,” Secret X from “The Price is Right,” and “Minute to Win It.”

There is a connection between Muppets and Hollywood Squares.  It seems that Kermit, Big Bird, Elmo, Piggy, and Zoe have all been on Hollywood Squares.  Also, Bear from Bear in the Big Blue House.  I love Bear. 

There is a cipher related to Tic-Tac-Toe.  There is a letter associated with the placement of the symbols.  They use the grid to denote the position of the letter. 

[jerseymuppet]

*poised over my girls spread legs waving my hand around like a wizard casting spells or perhaps hexes* bubble bubble toil and trouble !!!!!

[carmillapixel]

"Hubble bubble, toil and trouble, every minute kitten double." - Credit for the spell to @cunobaros .

This one was fun to work on! The prompt was "covens and cats" from the scary and sweet prompt list. I did "black cat coven" last year, so wanted to make sure this one felt quite different. I had the idea quickly, and liked it a lot!

[tantalizingtopi]

Entangled

Halsin x Dark Urge

Word Count: 1088

Disclaimer: all characters are owned by Larian Studios and Baldur’s Gate 3.

Post events of Baldur’s Gate 3. Dark Urge has settled into a more peaceful way of life, but is still troubled by her past.

Just a quick little something with a different character pairing.

The wilds have become home to me over the last few months, particularly as we continue to work to revitalize the lands surrounding moonrise towers. The shadows have lifted but there is still much to do and sunrise to sunset is spent toiling away most days. I enjoy it, as it keeps me busy and doesn’t allow for the intrusive thoughts to take root during the waking hours. And if I’ve had an especially exhausting day, I can slip into a blissful dreamless state free from what haunts me.

But many nights I’m jolted awake in a panic, heart racing and blood pounding in my ears. Sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe and I gasp and cough, clutching at my throat. Sometimes I’m screaming and I don’t even realize it. My poor love never leaves my side during these moments, instead holding me and comforting me with his presence. I often wonder why he stays with me, doesn’t at least rest elsewhere, with so many other burdens on his shoulders. I hadn’t thought I’d ever be yet another thing he has to carry.

Even though my father does not have his hold on me any longer, my mind still continues to try and make due with the fragments from my past, connecting pieces together that may or may not fit. How long have I lived, how many times have I been slain, how many methods of torture did I inflict and endure? How many times did I awake, even in the short time with Kressa, twisted and broken beyond recognition? I feel so very near madness all the time, standing on the precipice and looking over into the abyss, feeling the rock cracking beneath my feet.

Right now, however, those feet carry me further from the settlement, farther into the wilds. I long to train, to practice the very things that keep me safe, keep me sane, the movements and incantations that are as much a part of me as my flesh. Lately, the only magic I’ve been able to use are healing spells and little tricks to entertain the many children who we look after. While my sinister compulsions no longer drive me, the desire to utilize my more destructive abilities has only grown in the light of domestication.

I find a small clearing and begin to put myself through the paces, my body responding instinctively to the imagined stimuli, my spells ricocheting off the stones and absorbing into the ground harmlessly and my blades twist, slicing through the air in a fever pitch reserved for droves of opponents. I train until beads of sweat roll down my spine, until my breath comes in hard bursts. I train with every weapon in my arsenal, from daggers to quarterstaffs, shortbows to hand crossbows. I fight as hard against the imagined foes as I did the Githyanki warriors.

My hands on my knees as I try to steady my breathing and slow my heartbeat, I sense something watching me, the familiar tingle of alertness running through my person. I stay still, trying to figure out where the creature is without raising suspicion, casting a furtive glance around but unable to notice anything that stands out. I pick up the staff on the ground in front of my feet and slowly rise. While the shadow curse has been lifted, some of the creatures still remain, although there haven't been any recent reports.

I feel the ground shift beneath me and before I can react, vines spring up and grip me, holding me in place. Panic threatens to bubble up inside me as I rub my fingers together to create a flame. I speak the incantation and push it to the vines, “Ignis!”

The vines char, but continue to make quick work of me, rushing up my legs and back, coiling tightly around me. I fight to keep my arms free but this is no regular entanglement and soon I’m immobilized completely. I thrash against the plant, stilling only when I hear the chuckle behind me. “I am pleased, my heart.”

My lover stands before me, smiling down at me even as his spell holds me fast. I glare back at him, but feel my own smile dancing across my lips, try as I might to keep myself in check. He palms my cheek, brushing his thumb over the cut in my eyebrow. “Your battle hard edges have begun to soften, I see.”

“That’s not a good thing, what if we are needed again?” I nearly whine my frustration at him.

“Then we will cut down a few lesser foes first, of course. And it is a good thing, only a few short months ago and you would have driven a blade through my heart before you could even see who I was walking up on you like this.”

The vines begin to loosen and I twist out of them, moving away from their grasp. “I fail to see the upside of me not having done that, and also why you were unhinged enough to see how I would react.”

“It means you feel comfortable and safe, and able to let your guard down. I hoped I would be a familiar enough presence that I could get close enough without you noticing me. You are growing and changing, continuing to defy your birthright and find your true self.”

“Well, I was True Soul so it only makes sense I would find my True Self.”

Halsin’s booming laugh is a balm on my irritation. Standing next to him I feel like he could shield me from anything wicked that may come our way. He is a comfort to me even just within eyesight. I begin to pick up the various weapons and other items I had brought with me, and he frowns. “I hope I did not interrupt your training.”

“No, I was done for today anyway. I need to go hunting and find something before the day ends, I promised Okta,” I say, beginning to take my leather armor off.

I feel his gaze on me, the hunger and need wafting off of him as I strip, but I keep my eyes down, knowing if I were to look at him there would be nothing for me to present to the elderly tiefling.

“You know, I can think of more than one way to use that spell,” Halsin’s voice takes on a husky edge and I can’t help myself. I catch his gaze and smile in nothing but my underclothes.

[imsparky2002]

Ghoul Squad AU - Witches of Wisdom

Caline Bustier, Olga Mendeleiev, and Giselle LeBlanc - The Witches of Wisdom

Species - Witch

Likes - Casting spells, teaching their kids, nighttime, cats, defending the school, Marinette, Cauldrons, potions, cackling, each other, peace and quiet, pointy hats, robes and capes, Halloween

Dislikes - The girls being rebellious or getting into too much mischief, witch hunters, those who use magic for evil, being burned at the stake, drowning

The three witches helped look after the ghouls when their parents were still alive. After their demise, they took the girls in.

They teach the teens all about magic, the art of scaring, as well as regular school subjects. Caline specializes in Literature, Olga specializes in Science and Giselle specailizes in Math. They all help with history.

Out of the three mothers, Caline is the softest, often settling arguments between the girls, Olga is tough but fair as well as incredibly protective, and Giselle is in between, she often calms the other two down.

You can usual find them stirring their oozing cauldrons, cackling as they create healing potions. They are also teaching Alya how to use mummy magic.

They’ve been helping out the Miraculous wielders for years, and now have decided to let the Ghoul Squad assist as well.

Bubble bubble, toil and trouble! The Witches of Wisdom are here on the double! So the Ghouls have three mentors who are their adopted moms. And next up is Kagami as a spooky yet heroic ghost (like the girl from Ring.) Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask to share the love. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[cursedphoenix]

V; Main - Takes place in Salem, Massachusetts, modern day, but the muses can travel accordingly.

V; Past - Takes place in the late 1600’s in Salem, Massachusetts. Tancred is the the black sheep of his family, his coven, and the village. Ever the rebel, he’d rather get up to hedonistic hijinks than cause any real harm, but he will fight for his beliefs if needed.

V; Royal - Tancred (21, male) is the king’s young nephew who became a ward of the court at a young age after the slaughter of his family. He is rambunctious and reckless with his love, but will always protect those he cares about.

V; Descendants - Available upon request. Tancred (19, male) is the son of Sarah Sanderson and Billy Butcherson. Raised on the Isle of the Lost, Tancred grew up to be a roguish and cunning youth with a silver tongue and a heart of gold. When Mal, Carlos, Evie, and Jay were all chosen for the Auradon transfer program, he held no anger or ill will toward them, but he was intensely jealous of their opportunity to escape. More than anything, he wanted to be able to make a better life for himself and his mother. Winifred had killed his father (again!) as soon as she found out that Sarah was pregnant, and would have killed both her and Tancred if not for the intervention of Mary. Leaving the Isle would mean finally escaping from his wretched Aunt Winifred and starting fresh in a new world. It would also mean that he could finally practice magic. Every spell his mother had taught him, good and bad. Every potion recipe, every charm, every ward, every hex, every hypnotic arcane song. He bides his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

V; Wizard - Tancred Sanderson (between 16 and 25, but I’d rather play him as an adult) is the son of renowned witch and singer Rhiannon Sanderson and an unknown but powerful American wizard. He grew up never wanting for material necessities, but craving the affection that his mother would rather direct toward her fans. Upon enrolling in Hogwarts, he was swiftly sorted into Slytherin, where he was immediately accepted…at least on a surface level. He learned early on to keep things close to the vest, use charm to get his way, and put more effort into potions and transfiguration to keep Professors Snape and McGonagall off his back. Defense Against the Dark Arts wound up being his best subject, however, until his fifth year, when Umbridge took over the class. In fact, all of his grades had begun to decline, as he’d discovered over the summer that his mother had been developing cirrhosis of the liver and denying that she was sick, concealing it with Pepper Up potions and glamours. When he’d finally confronted her about it, Rhiannon blamed him, stating that he was the reason why she always drank. Raising him while being a successful superstar had been too much of a chore. He began looking for a cure, and in sixth year, under Professor Slughorn, he finally found that he genuinely enjoyed Potions, improving rapidly enough to earn a spot in the Slug Club! He stayed out of politics for the most part, although Voldemort’s return was certainly a wake-up call for him. It didn’t quite matter, at the moment. His mother died just after his seventeenth birthday, and in the midst of this tragedy, he did manage to get into contact with his father, Aiden Fairchild (played by Ian Somerholder), and build a relationship with him. Though reeling at first, he managed to push through, growing more reckless as his seventh year approached. Unlike most of his Slytherin classmates, Tancred actually did fight valiantly in the Battle of Hogwarts, finally channeling all of his pent up rage and rebellion into scorching any Death Eaters who crossed his path. Tancred became an Auror after graduating, teaming up with his father to hunt down any lingering dark wizards.

V; Star Wars - (okay I don’t have a whole lot of ideas for this one yet…)

V; vampire - same as the main verse, but Tancred gets turned into a vampire at some point. He still has his magic, but it’s greatly weakened due to his corrupted blood. Not that he’ll admit it, of course. Besides, his new vampire abilities make up for it somewhat. He’s faster, stronger, unaging, able to walk on walls and ceilings, able to shapeshift into a bat or black cat, and can read and subtly influence the minds of others. Drinking blood is…unpleasant, unless he has permission to combine it with sex in some way. He’s also sort of beholden to his master, the vampire who turned him, which is far less than ideal. He misses his home and his coven, but doesn’t know what to tell them. All in all, he’s miserable, but putting on a brave face for the sake of his precious master.

V; Marvel - Shortly after waking up from the sleeping curse, Tancred was captured by Hydra. They experimented on him. Trained him. Broke him, or at least tried to. Injected him with the super soldier serum. Experimented on him some more. Then he met and became close with Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, the only bright lights in an otherwise dark and dreary place. They became like siblings to him, and when they broke out, he escaped with them, casting any and every spell he could to aid them. (Credit to @illbringthechaosmagic for helping me develop this one! 🥰)

[thundertempo]

🌩️ Modern

Part time daycare teacher on the weekends/summer, full time college student to become a meteorologist

No car - bikes everywhere

Zeus is a big fluffy white stolen rescued cat

Nose and bellybutton piercings and clit piercing

Loves posting on Instagram, but isn't into it enough to be an influencer

Graduated high school early

Lives in an apartment with her friends on the top floor

Keeps her three mikan trees from her home on the rooftop

Friends throw rooftop parties often, roof also has a hot tub

Hobbies include gardening, keeping up with fashion and beauty trends

Wants to travel as much as possible when she graduates and has the money

Tags: 🌩️ modern nami

🌩️ Barbie Dreamland

Navigator Barbie Nami

🌩️ Wano

goes by Onami

Bellmere ended up on the coast of Wano when she met the girls and raised them as Wano natives. She was publicly execution at the order of Kaido when Nami was 8. As a result Nami often steals food and supplies from his men to keep herself, Nojiko and the hungry children of Wano fed. She is patiently awaiting the day Kaido is destroyed.

Kunoichi training under Shinobu shortly after the death of Bellmere.

Wishes to sail the world outside of Wano once her revenge plan has been fulfilled.

Tags:

🌩️ Marine

Recently promoted Petty Officer Nami, really likes working with new recruits but dreams of working on commission as a cartographer.

Bellemere is alive and Nami joined the marines at 16 as a means to sail and map the world, as well as make money.

Flies under the radar, even though her superiors notice she's a lot stronger and more competent than she pretends

Carries a pistol and a bo staff

Bo staff is actually a climatact, however she only uses it as such when she's in true danger.

Let's pirates she personally believes are good people go thinks Luffy is the coolest.

Got her tattoo when she was 16 right before going off to training. Got a 2nd tattoo of a belli symbol on her left buttcheek when she was 18. Got both tattoos with Nojiko

Trained in observation haki, picked it up rather quickly during her marine training

Tags: 🌩️ marine nami

🌩️ Witch

Bubble bubble toil and trouble

She put a spell on you

Zeus is her familiar, stolen from another witch

🌩️ Cat

Just a scrappy orange cat

Meow meow

Loves pets and attention

🌩️ Plotted Verses (these have been plotted with other players and are open only for request)

🌩️ Heartverse - Spin-off to Marineverse where Nami temporarily joins The Heart Pirates after an event with Trafalgar Law @chartaflores. Has Heart Pirate's Jolly Roger tattood on the back of her neck. Includes interactions with Bellemere from side-blog @piratebento

🌩️ Candy Witch - Adventure Time verse with Marceline @villains4hire

🌩️ Fantasyverse Sorceress - Nami is a Weather Sorceress, with Sword-for-Hire Zoro @kaizokugaris

🌩️ Heroverse Sorceress - Nami is a "fated hero", called for assistance by Zatanna Zatara @villains4hire

[nawapon17]

Hubble, bubble, toil, and trouble: stirring up an arms race in space - SpaceNews

[blackwaterforgellc]

Witch's Cauldron 3D Printed Dice Jail | Dice Vault | Storage Box | Cosplay- Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble!

🧙‍♀️ Unleash Arcane Power with the Witch's Cauldron 3D Printed Dice Jail! 🧙‍♀️

Stir up some magic at your next gaming session with the Witch's Cauldron 3D Printed Dice Jail! Inspired by the dark and mystical arts, this enchanting dice accessory is designed to add a touch of witchy charm to your tabletop adventures. Perfect for cosplay, storage, and keeping your dice under control, this cauldron will have you casting spells with every roll.

[meduthenitediaries]

Caladrian - I

Journal Entry: 35.6

Subject Matter: William Shakespeare

It is the third night of my week-long expedition into Confluxia Ruinam. On a prior visit, I unearthed a peculiar scroll lodged deep within the gnarled roots of a decrepit tree (Fraxiniom Oleaca). The parchment was well preserved under the ash from the catastrophic eruption of Artfexis that happened four centuries ago. Over the years, the tree managed to revive itself, breaking free from the suffocating shell of pumice. Known for their resilience, Fraxiniom Oleaca are remarkable for their ability to thrive in even the most extreme conditions.

When I first brought the scroll back home, I carefully cleaned and archived it, though I did not prioritize its study. Recently, while sorting through my archives, I rediscovered it and finally found the time to examine it properly.

The scroll is inscribed on Lustrasilk and through Chronothaumic Analysis I was able to chrono date it and determine that it was made about six centuries ago. Tied with Aurelmane, the golden threads of a unicorn’s mane, and sealed with the wax insignia of Titania’s royal librarian, the scroll bore the unmistakable weight of ancient power.

The inscription was none other than the incantation of the Weird Sisters:

ALL

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH

Fillet of a fenny snake In the cauldron boil and bake. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog,

Adder’s fork and blindworm’s sting, Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL 

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

THIRD WITCH 

Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witch’s mummy, maw and gulf Of the ravined salt-sea shark, Root of hemlock digged i’ th’ dark, Liver of blaspheming Jew, Gall of goat and slips of yew Slivered in the moon’s eclipse, Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips, Finger of birth-strangled babe Ditch-delivered by a drab, Make the gruel thick and slab. Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron

For th’ ingredience of our cauldron.

ALL 

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH 

Cool it with a baboon’s blood. Then the charm is firm and good.

SECOND WITCH 

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks.

Upon first inspection, several key aspects of the incantation became immediately clear:

First: The incantation is designed to be chanted during the creation of a potion, as suggested by the structured repetition and cadence of the words. Its function is most clearly defined within this ritualistic preparation.

Second: The spell may require three individuals for its proper execution. While the term "sister" is used, it likely refers to those with a close, perhaps spiritual bond, rather than familial ties.

Third: The brew’s ultimate purpose appears to be summoning a powerful entity - possibly astral in nature - whose abilities can metaphorically “open doors” or dismantle barriers that impede the caster’s goal.

Fourth: There is an implied requirement for personal sacrifice, a necessary offering to bring the spell to completion and fully harness the summoned power.

The incantation is attributed to a text of magic titled Macbeth, penned by William Shakespeare.

After my initial examination of the scroll, I found myself pondering the name William Shakespeare. He was one of Queen Titania’s royal consorts in the distant past, beloved by many faeries of that time. While my memories from that era are hazy, as I was merely a fledgling then, I do recall him being a prominent member of our society, even though my family did not flock within those elevated circles.

My curiosity propels me from the comforts of home and into the unknown of my current expedition. While those comforts are familiar, they pale in comparison to the profound satisfaction of understanding. Now, as I sit at my campsite reflecting on my discoveries, I can’t help but recognize the stark contrast. The first two days yielded little of value; however, today brought forth a remarkable artifact hidden within the ruins of a dilapidated structure. It is a delicate pin, crafted from an iridescent material that shimmers like moonlight, adorned with intricate filigree. This exquisite piece appears to be a royal insignia from the court of Titania herself. Though only a fragment of a once-magnificent pendant, my vision and analysis have helped me piece together its story.

I utilized my Memoromancy Field Analysis Kit to conduct a thorough field analysis, knowing that the environment here would pose challenges compared to my lab. I carefully laid out my portable analysis cloth and arranged the analytical stones around the pendant, allowing me to focus my thoughts and intentions.

On the cloth, I centered my Lapis stone, ignited a silver candle, and closed my eyes, directing my energy toward the pin.

Findings:

Visual Impressions: A shimmering blue aura enveloped the pendant, indicating a deep connection to royalty and favor. Streaks of gold suggested moments of joy and celebration associated with its previous owner. As I concentrated further, I sensed flickers of violet, hinting at creativity and inspiration—an undeniable link to Shakespeare himself.

Emotional Resonance: As I focused my thoughts, I began to pick up on the emotional aura left within the pendant. The warmth radiating from it suggested a profound bond between Titania and its original bearer. I felt a deep sense of affection, reverence, and, surprisingly, melancholy enveloping the item. It seems that Titania held Shakespeare in high regard, deeply caring for him, perhaps beyond the typical bounds of courtly affection. The aura conveyed a mixture of pride and longing, a reflection of the closeness they shared.

At this time, I knotted rope in my hands and allowed it to burn over the silver candle. As it burned, I examined the fraying edges, and as the rope unraveled like fleeting memories, the secrets of time left on it came to me. I could see it in the rising ash and cinders of the rope.

Historical Insights: I envisioned a series of fleeting images—Shakespeare in the court, engaging in animated discussions with Titania, laughter resonating through the air, and moments of inspiration igniting his creativity. These impressions confirmed that he had been an esteemed member of her court for a significant duration.

Temporal Analysis: The pendant likely dates from the 14th century. This, paired with my examination of the scroll, seems to align well.

Though I aimed to explore the intricacies surrounding this artifact further, time was limited, and the ruins presented their own challenges. For a moment, I considered risking a longer stay to advance my studies. However, a brief earthquake shook my resolve, reminding me of the importance of safety over ambition. As I concluded my analysis, I recognized the pendant's historical significance and prepared to settle in for one last night among the ruins. Tomorrow, I would pack up and begin my journey home.

Regards,

Caladrian

[sam-spills-alot]

[ihumaneveryday]

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