#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

[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. 

[lactating]

While you lovingly chat up NG, an anon stops by. These come like flies to corpses, like electrostatic cling to itself. Just a perpetual feature of running your tumblr blog. Despite it all, this anon gives you a small smile. You were curious as to the adventures of random offputting trans women. Anything for an offputting trans woman. AND she's having sex with her friends she was jacking off about? Amazing, show stunning. You hastily report the news to NG, she reacts thusly. NG: the spell you had me cast must be working UP: I still cannot believe that you had me mail you regular urine samples. NG: you gotta play really good pretend in order to get the magic to work NG: im talking a truly unfathomable level of pretend NG: bubble bubble toil and trouble NG: physica burn and 'scia crumble NG: by the drinking of your piss NG: anon recives one perfect kiss UP: You spoil me. You handle your new patron saint hood with grace and aplomb. #8: >

[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 

[puella-peanut]

Double, double, toil and trouble

Written for the @allvalley100 Word Drabble Challenge. This time it was "Bleep.”

This is my third fill

Note: So...instead of uploading this in 10 different 100-word parts, I put them all together here as a sequence of drabbles divided into 100-word sections (yes, they're counted.). Hopefully that's okay.

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As they were a powerful Mundane family, the Silvers were sometimes victims of spiteful Magik. Which was why, one day, little Terry found himself making a visit to Daniel, the young Witch-in-training who lived in a nearby cottage.

"Cat got your tongue, huh?" said Daniel kindly, lifting him to sit on a wobbly, three-legged stool while Terry nodded, unable to speak from the gesture—and the spell, of course.

"No worries," Daniel said, pulling a fat spellbook from a shelf lined with bottles of colorful, bubbly potions, "my Teacher taught me just the thing that’s gonna lift the Bleep enchantment!"

...

He flipped through the yellowed pages quickly, mumbling to himself as his finger ran down pages of strange symbols, searching. Terry watched every movement eagerly, his big blue eyes missing nothing from the pointy black hat, to the red sash on the narrow waist; the rabbit teeth of that grin, the messy bangs that fell across the forehead.

"Ah-ha!" Daniel exclaimed triumphantly, jolting Terry from his observations, "Found it! I knew two spotted-toadstools were needed for the potion."

Terry blinked, somewhat apprehensive. Toadstools?

Daniel saw his face and laughed, ruffling Terry’s curls. “Don’t worry, Master Silver—you’re in good hands!”

...

He hurried to the cauldron on the stove, leaving Terry missing the warmth of his hand.

But he watched, enthralled, as Daniel cast blue-fire into life under the cauldron with a wave of his hand. Then, he began deftly tossing an odd mixture of root vegetables, dried flowers, spoonfuls of lumpy, clear, and steaming potions, and yes, two spotted-toadstools in. It changed colors like a chameleon before settling on a cheerful yellow.

And was that...humming?

"It's a noisy potion," Daniel said, before Terry asked, “since it restores the voice." He ladled some into a goblet. “Now...are you ready?”

...

He handed Terry the goblet, humming intensifying—the sound strangely pleasing to the ear.

"You need to drink it all," Daniel said, hands on hips. "While it's still piping hot," he added pointedly, sensing Terry's hesitation.

Terry scrunched his nose despite the nice smell, looked into dark eyes for what might be the last time—and downed it. There was the strangest sensation of potion bouncing down his throat, like it was bumping the other spell away—far from his body. He coughed.

Daniel stepped in close, hands on Terry's small shoulders. "Are you alright, Master Silver?" he asked anxiously.

...

Terry took a deep breath, his throat suddenly  light, as if a great weight had been lifted. "...Y-yes. I'm alright."

Daniel grinned, stepping back and clapping his hands together in delight. "I knew it! Just wait till I tell Mr. Miyagi!" Then his gaze softened. "It's good to hear you speak again—I missed the sound!"

Terry felt his breath catch. For a moment, he was speechless, his voice stolen from him again. But as Daniel lifted him from the stool once more to stand, Terry thought he wouldn't be mad.

(Not when the cause was a thief like this.)

...

Daniel adjusted his pointy hat, which had gotten upset in his excitement. Then he grabbed parchment and a self-writing quill, and hastily dictated a note, the quill scribbling furiously.

"Give this to your parents," Daniel said, rollling up the paper when he finished. "And don't forget—keep a raven's feather under your bed until the next full moon, and then burn it. That'll keep any sore-throats away for three months!"

He smiled down at Terry. "Any questions?"

Terry pulled the coins his father had provided from his trouser pocket. "How much?"

"For you?" Daniel fondly replied, “It's on the house!"

...

There was no point changing Daniel's mind—he was such a stubborn thing. Terry just returned the coins to his pocket, wishing they'd been taken. Or that Daniel had wanted...something.

He wondered what sort of things Daniel liked, anyways. Maybe he'd ask John, his best friend. He was a poverty ridden Mundane boy his age who was always saving his hard-got coins to one day buy Betsy—the young Magik girl whose parents owned the enchanted fabric shop in Town—something pretty. Someday.

Daniel handed him a raven’s feather with a dimpled smile, fingers accidentally brushing Terry’s. 

Someday, indeed.

...

"Now," Daniel said, navigating Terry through stacks of spellbooks, jars of potions, plants, pickled-vegetables, scrolls of parchment and numerous ink-spots to the door, "try and stay out of trouble, okay?"

"I do," Terry insisted, "but enchantments find me!" It was true—Magik simply followed him around like a second shadow. Mostly it was just annoying, like when that mini rain cloud had floated over his head for two days, depositing raindrops at the most inopportune moments—but every now and then he could use it to his advantage. 

He grinned as they reached the entryway.

Yes—it was worth it.

...

Daniel waved his hand at the door which opened with an actual snarl. He rolled his eyes. "Great, now I gotta make a potion for this." He mumbled to himself about the pros and cons of enchanted wood before stepping aside to let Terry out, the boy blinking in the orange light of the setting suns, purple stars already rising.

"You’d better hurry home," Daniel said, leaning against the door which snarled again. He ignored it. “Don’t want any night-fairies serenading you!”

”Thanks for the potion,” Terry said stepping onto the path. “And—goodnight.”

Daniel smiled, soft and warm. “Goodnight.”

...

Terry took his time walking back home—serenading-fairies or not. 

Only Margaret and Milos would be there—his parents likely attending another Mundane Gala. All that was waiting for him was supper, and a half-completed essay on the historic Pixie Plague of 1918.

He fingered the scroll in his pocket, feeling the feather tucked there—he'd place it under his bed as soon as he returned, and then daydream about the warmth of slim hands, and dark eyes looking down at him. 

(One day, they'd look  up at him.)

The thought made him smile—he couldn't wait to grow up.

...

Went off the rails a bit with this "magik" AU. It's one-sided only, as Terry is roughly around 10 here, and Daniel 18. Poor Terry will be pining for a while I think.

[jays-cave-of-rp-memes]

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

"Clean up your own mess!"

"Double double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble!"

"This must be a gummy spell..."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing? That's not how the book says to brew it."

"This'll change your fate, alright!"

"Anyone seen a black cat running around?"

"That's my familiar! I mean pet!"

"I put a spell on you!"

"What? Did you expect me to fly here on my broom?"

"A plague! A plague upon both your houses!"

"Every witch was someone's princess/prince in some other once upon a time."

"I believe you owe me a favor."

"I am not the villain in this tale!"

"I'll get you, my pretty!" *cackles maniacally until they start coughing*

"I can totally hex that person for you, if you want."

"Invitation's still open! We're gonna dance naked under the full moon and light a massive bonfire. You in?"

"I...don't think it was supposed to turn that color..."

"Why is _____ a frog? Again? This is the third time this week!"

"Oh, please. Get a better go-to curse! Something more original!"

"What is this, The Craft? Are you gonna make Skeet Ulrich fall deliriously in love with you?"

[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

[birindale]

Journey to Mizar [2/2]

After saving a winged woman who fell from the sky, She-Ra must journey to the kingdom of Mizar to liberate its people from Catra’s siege. Following an assault by a flock of catbirds, Angella flies on ahead with Swift Wind, leaving Adora to find her own way.

[Part 1]

Transcript/Image ID below the cut

[Image Description: 7 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “Journey to Mizar”.

Page 1:

"How COULD you let yourself go so?” Adora demands, pointing sternly at the poor dragon. “But I can change all that if you are prepared to give ME something in return!"

"Will you trade the Map of Lights for a little BEAUTY MAGIC!" says Adora, with a sly little smirk.

"Well, I dunno..." says the dragon, blowing a smoke ring.

“I suppose I'll never use the old thing anyway! Can't make hide nor hair of it anyway!” says the dragon, passing Adora the Map of Lights.

"Yes! Yes! Keep it!" says the dragon, passing a thick red folder to Adora.

"Now make me bee-ohh-tee-ful!" she continues, batting exaggerated eyelashes like a green version of Dragon from Shrek.

Adora snaps her fingers, with "SNAP" and "POOF!" sound effects.

A huge, legless lepidopteran with a noseless human face materializes, evidently the result of Adora's beautification magic 'fixing' the dragon. "That's one LESS dreadful dragoness to deal with!" says Adora.

"Now for a look at this map and on to Mizar!" she says, tugging a piece of paper loose from the envelope.

End Page 1.

Page 2:

"According to the Map of Lights, my journey to Mizar must begin from this very spot! Why, LOOK! A water raft!" says Adora. A vivid orange canoe just so happens to be floating before her, carved to resemble a bird of prey. Ornamental wings sweep along its hulls, like a boat designed by someone who knows OF strakes, but not what they're for.

She gets in the boat, silhouetted as it drifts down a stream.

"C-c-caw! Caw! You shall not escape us this time, She-Ra! The Map of Lights is as good as ours!" says a catbird, as the flock descends once more upon her. "You shall be TRAPPED in the dark forest!" says another.

"OH NO YOU DON'T! How about a little hot foot, barbarian bird?!!!" yells She-Ra, clinging to the folder containing the map as a catbird clutches it with all four paws.

"Ahhhh! My feet! They're BURNING!" yells the catbird, three-fingered talons releasing the map in a cloud of sparkles. She-Ra clings gamely on.

"THE CRASHING ROCKS!" says She-Ra, attention returning to the water.

"No time to waste... must ride these rapids!" she says, pulling out the Sword of Protection and using it as an oar. The prow of the canoe, carved into a raptor, glowers forward.

"And hope to make it safely through in time!" says She-Ra, steering deftly through a gap in the rocks.

The catbirds careen into the cliff face, with huge "OOMPH!" and "WAUGHH!" sound effects.

End Page 2.

Page 3:

A yellow text box reads, "As her band of evil thugs attacks Mizar, Catra watches She-Ra's every move..."

"SO... you escaped my birds of prey! Well, She-Ra, I'm not through with you yet! Try THISSSSS!" says Catra, watching She-Ra through a crystal ball. A mountain rises in the background, wreathed in clouds and winged creatures, surrounded by water at its base.

"SSSSSSSSSSSS" says the water in Catra's crystal ball.

Three sea monsters rise out of the water around She-Ra's canoe, dripping menacingly.

"I'm tired of all this toil and trouble! I cast a spell... sea foam and bubble! Swallow up these fearful beasts! Make of them a scrumptious feast!" says She-Ra, lifting the Sword of Protection to the sky. "They'll make a tasty monster stew! I must be gone... there's much to do!" She then thinks to herself, "Hmmm ... that's not bad, even if I do say so myself!" which is both blatantly false and very unnecessary given that there's no dialogue in two panels in either direction.

A "ROARR!" sound effect heralds a huge wave, which swallows the sea serpents and sweeps She-Ra towards the shore.

"LAND HO!" says She-Ra.

End Page 3.

Page 4:

"Enough of this meddlesome maiden!" says Catra, holding her mask and scowling as She-Ra paddles the canoe onto the beach with her sword.

"She sets one foot on this shore, and she is DOOMED!" says Catra, putting on her mask and transforming into... a little kitty cat! 

Like just a regular sized house cat. No armor or anything.

Adora (as she’s Adora again) beams up at Mizar, the folder containing the Map of Lights in one hand and her magic net in the other.

Mizar looms overhead, tall and purple and majestic.

"Purrr-fect! The Map of Lights is MINE!" says kitty-Catra, snatching the map from Adora's grasp, apparently possessing a four foot vertical leap, "AS MIZAR WILL BE!"

She transforms back into her human form, which raises the question of 'why become a house cat in the first place', and says "Even as we speak, the final seige begins!"

"She-Ra! You are too late! Hisssss!" says Catra, so I guess she knows Adora's identity. "I think not, cruel Catra! It's not over yet!" says Adora, "Swift Wind and I will see to that!"

Adora sticks her middle and index fingers into her mouth, which definitely isn't how you're supposed to whistle but I'm sure it's useful for, you know, other stuff, with a sound effect reading "TWEEEET!"

Swift Wind, still transformed, wheels overhead.

End Page 4.

Page 5:

Swift Wind lands in front of his rider, while Catra stands two feet away, not attacking. "To Mizar... and HURRY!" says She-Ra, as Swift Wind swoops away with her on his back. "CURSES! Foiled again! But mark my words, you... you TROUBLEMAKER!" says Catra, shaking her fist after them, "We shall meet again!"

A yellow text box reads, “At Mizar...” and we see our heroes fly next to its steep cliffs. "Perhaps the Seer's mysterious net will stop these vile villains in their tracks!" says She-Ra.

Cat creatures, humanoid with feline heads and long claws, are scaling the face of the cliffs.

"If it works, I have a plan to lay the evil beasts to rest... once and for all!" says She-Ra, casting the net over the nearest cat-people.

"WHOA! What's this? Stuff's tough as rubber..." says one of the cat-people, evidently fully sapient, if on Catra's side.

"CAN'T BREAK FREE..." yowls a second, as Angella and several other winged women look on from the walls of the city above.

End Page 5.

Page 6:

"On the great powers of Etheria I now do call... to turn these vile beasts into a fortress WALL!" says She-Ra.

She lifts her sword, casting a beam of magic on the living, speaking cat-people, who are at this point only guilty of trespassing kind of near the city.

"Their powerful evil ends with this charm... turned to stone, they will protect Mizar from HARM!" says She-Ra, literally turning them into stone. Their terrified faces and cowering, net-covered bodies barely stick out of the mountain, and honestly probably wouldn't do much to deter someone who's already climbed 90% of the way up. But cool spell I guess.

"Hoorah! She-Ra... it WORKED!" says Swift Wind, swooping around their petrified corpses victoriously.

"Kind SHE-RA! Noble SWIFT WIND! You have saved my people and our fair city from harm!" says Angella, approaching them as they land. Several winged figures lurk in the background, beaming. "We owe you many MORE thanks than we can ever repay!"

"Please stay and be out guests!" says Angella, "The key to our city...” She holds out her arms, wide and welcoming, “And our hearts.. is YOURS!"

"We most gratefully accept the key to Mizar!" says Adora, stroking Swift Wind's muzzle, "but I am afraid we cannot stay!"

In red text, she adds, "Angella, remember this moral. A friend in need is one indeed and we are happy to have served you!"

"Catra does not DARE return to harm you!" says Adora, allowing Angella to clasp her her hands gratefully. "The spell I cast will see to that! But there are others in Etheria who will need our help! We must take and hold your friendship in our hearts till we meet again!"

"Good bye! Farewell!" says Angella, waving after them as they fly away. "Good bye, dear friends!" says Adora, waving back as Swift Wind takes to the sky.

End Page 6.

End ID]

[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