#Thaumaturgie

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello Hazel!

I'd like to request for a Protection ritual for Il Capitano with lavender, black tourmaline and frankincense please!

Thank you and take care!

Evergreen (the unexpected), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Frankincense (confidence) Il Capitano x gn reader | Protection Ritual warning: listen --- I make no excuses (also am I a Capitano girlie??) -- uhhh, reader gets a head injury, Il Capitano being demanding, reader held in arms and manhandled a bit (this is SFW but somehow inappropriate?)

Your bones rattled as the mitachuri's ax connected with your spear. The impact shoved you through the loose dirt leaving a scratch of determination in its wake.

Using what dwindling strength you had, you shoved back hoping it would be enough power to buy you time to escape. It managed to throw the brute off balance, but not for long.

Pivoting, you twisted and bolted toward a line of sharp rocks. If you could reach them, they might provide enough of a shield to keep you safe. Unfortunately, a reaction of electro and cryo exploded to your right, pitching your world and sending you flying through the billowing grass. Your head slammed into the ground, stars flared in the midday sun.

You coughed, gasped violently, and laid on your back. Everything hurt.

The shadow of the mitachuri blocked out the sun, its massive, looming figure sending a wave of adrenaline through you. Bending to your side, you pawed through the grass in search of your weapon but before you could grab it, the monster snatched your leg and pulled you toward it. You kicked, but it did nothing.

Fear stole your senses and you stared in stilled horror as its weapon barreled toward you. Your vision clouded. All you remembered was a biting wind, crow feathers, and the sound of someone's voice telling you to hold on.

---

Warmth. Inviting, powerful warmth roused you from the black. You tried to move but the pain in your head warned you to be still. Groaning, you turned into the scent of freshly fallen snow.

"You've awakened," someone hummed above you. A crips timber and aged depth. You tried to open your eyes but it was too bright. "Ah, one moment. There, try now."

Haloed light formed around your blurry vision. The scene came back to you in flashes. A flaming ax, a crystalized blade, and the frame of someone you didn't recognize. When your vision adjusted, you found yourself gazing up at a man shrouded by metal and fabric.

"Ouch," was all you managed to get out.

"It's likely you hit your head. Try not to move."

"Head."

"Do not worry. I have things under control."

You twisted your neck and saw a battle raging on in the distance. Close enough that you could hear the cries and bashing weapons. Instinctually you reached for your own.

"Did you lose something?" the man asked, his free arm repositioning above you as if to help. You wanted to respond but your head was heavy, filled with a fog you couldn't clear. It lulled to the side. "Now, now, stay awake." Powerful fingers gripped your chin and turned you so he could look at you. "You cannot sleep now."

"But ... I'm tired," you mumbled, slurred, and winced at the oncoming pain. You wanted to throw up.

"You will stay with me, do you understand?"

You grimaced, lips curling into a frustrated pout. The man groaned and jostled you awake.

"Il Capitano, sir," a new voice sounded beside you, grating, painful. You whimpered and tried to turn away from it but the hand on your chin refused to let you.

"What is it?" Il Capitano asked, his attention on you never wavering.

"The numbers are thinning out, what would you have of us?"

His fingers pressed into the soft of your cheek, the action forced your lips apart. "Assist the people. See they do not come to harm."

"But - sir." Il Capitano snapped his head to the scout and an uncomfortable silence followed. "Yes, yes sir."

You could hear their shuffling feet, displaced dirt and gravel as they ran back toward the fray. You wanted to fight.

It was your duty.

Where was your spear?

"Are you eager to fight with them?"

Heavy, tired eyes looked at the man with a hidden face. In the swirl and distortion, you swore you could see the outline of something beneath. The edges of a jaw, the silhouette of a nose, the curve of lips. In your daze, you lifted your hand toward him but he captured your wrist before your fingers could touch him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, but it didn't really sound like a question. Something in his tone changed. "How strong is your delirium, little one?"

You stretched your fingers and brushed against something warm. The man's grip faltered allowing you to run them along what you assumed was his lips. They moved right toward the corner of his mask but where warmth once was, cold suddenly appeared.

Il Capitano stole your hand and returned it to your chest, but he lingered, his thumb running along the back before fading from your senses.

"Tired," you repeated and fell against him.

"I have not yet given you permission to sleep."

"Give it to me."

The sound of battle roared to life while the stranger known as Il Capitano held you in his arms. You couldn't see his eyes, but you felt their pressure, their intensity. Your head fell back so he grabbed your chin and gave you a light shake. "Tell me your name."

And you did.

He requested and you provided, and when your mind began to recover, your world found itself one Fatui Harbinger larger.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

By any chance did you draw Xingqiu's training uniform? 🥺

Or any more of the characters? 👀 Baizhu, Ningguang, Ganyu, Xianyun, etc.

I love your drawings and your character design and style in general 💜💜 ever since Cyanide Narwhal I fell in love

honestly you have amazing timing, i'd been sketching and cleaning these up for a while now hahah

edit: just realized baizhu's eyes should be a different color here. oh well. pretend they're red lmao

[dungeonmalcontent]

While I'm on the subject of cantrips, it's very interesting to me that Thaumaturgy is the cleric cantrip. Because it is also the devil cantrip. It's basically the one innate thing that anyone with devilish heritage gets for free.

It's a fun little inversion of the theme from a Wattsonian perspectivd. Here is a cantrip that lets you create minor religious wonders and signs from gods. It is also the power bestowed by blood from fallen angels to their descendants.

From a Doylist perspective, of course, we can see that the function of the spell itself speaks to both ends of the spectrum of power. Powerful things all sort of manifest in the same way. For a spell used by "holy" folk it really does serve the same purpose regardless. Thaumaturgy is the budget fear spell.

You thought that was a good idea? Well guess what I have the power of God and anime on my side *the ground shakes and they glow with holy light*. And yeah, you don't mess with that person.

It's not just the budget fear spell, it's the Catholic guilt based fear spell.

Anyway. Yeah. Lots of fun stuff tucked in the cantrips section of the 5e manuals.

[medeaft]

In the Hollywood Forever cemetery 2024 Ink on paper

Day 14 of my Bloodlines-related Inktober pictures. Here are the rest of them.

I don't actually have anything against the undead. I actually quite like them, even aside from the fact that I'm now one of them. So it's a little regrettable that this picture is occasioned by needing to stop them from overrunning the city; however, I still couldn't resist this being the next picture, because it's such a backdrop, and I love cemeteries, and I also welcomed the excuse to display the fact that my abilities of blood magic have been significantly increasing.

[laprincessadelmar]

It literally just hit me that I'm a witch and I can literally do a spell on my mom so she calms the fuck down.

[softseaside]

Blauauge (”blue eye”) but give him different eyes colors depending on his mood 😐🤢😡🥰🤨

Since he has access to the Thaumaturgy cantrip as a tiefling, I liked the idea that he can change his eye colors depending on his mood 👀💙 They only change when feeling very strong emotions and he doesn’t notice the color change 🤔

Blauauge didn’t raise up with other tieflings and therefore feels disconnected to his heritage and doesn’t know how to use his corresponding tiefling traits 🤔 ALSO, he is very bad at regulating his emotions ✨

[wytchwyse]

I Dream Of A Witcblr Renaissance.

Witchblr back in the day was an absolute social mess. The cyberbullying was brutal to say the least. But it had a few redeeming qualities, it had solid information about magic(k),Witchcraft,Occultism, and Paganism. Witchblr back then may have been a bit rough around the edges but the Insistence on cited sources really made tumblr a great resource to start looking into topics of interest more deeply. Also Witchblr had some dedicated practitioners who were happy to help, if not a bit snobbish (myself included) we all had a lot of growing up to do. But could you imagine a Witchblr revival. Quality information, commitments to accountability and open communication, collective stance of anti-cyberbullying, the resources, etc

I like a good aesthetic as much as the next Queer Witch. However magic(k),Witchcraft, Occultism, and Paganism are not aesthetic, they are something you engage with actively. Witchblur once facilitated that even if a bit toxic but surely we have grown up by now? we could do it better then before.

[leaphia-art]

I BELLYFLOP IN HERE!!! C2 OR F2 for Astrid/Tristan!! And E2 for Noah/Sookie!!! From the Duo pose meme you posted 😊

OK WAIT LET ME GIVE YOU A PILLOW FIRST FOR SAFE LANDING

First of all, thank you so much for sending these!! <3 Second, HOW did you know that these were the ones I planned to draw anyways?? (I'm even more grateful because I could start on them sooner now eheheh Not me sketching out two whole scenes for this hkgfflhld)

I chose C2 :> (It's so perfect for them waaaah) Although I'm definitely planning on drawing F2 also because ouuughhh it's too good. Maybe it will be with Astrid/Tristan or not idk yet 👀

My babies being badass!! I swear my brain came up with a whole scenario for this one while drawing (I think it's quite near the final battle against the big bad villain... I need to draw that out one day ahhh!)

versions without text :3

[preservationofnormalcy]

Hey Jenny! There's a portal in my fridge and there's like... a bear paw that keeps trying to swat anything that moves?

Oh, that's an interesting one; looks like our monitoring was picking up increased thaumic resonance in your area, so that's probably why.

Let me check the script for unauthorized appliance portals; why is it under N?? Oh, NON authorized. Norm...

What's the model and serial number for the fridge, and, most importantly, is it still under warranty?

Also, is it a polar or a grizzly bear?

I'm gonna send this along to Ambrose in ApThaum and see what he has to say about it. You should hear from him via phone call, email, or talking animal messenger shortly. Until then, probably stay away from the fridge; I know that isn't super helpful, but maybe today can be a going out to eat day! Treat yourself, you know?

[asktheisle]

I don't...want to do it again.

[The dragon's words were strained and soft. The desire to communicate persisted however, Draco finding her voice again.]

I... remember it all, I know how the air changes when I evolve. Everything and everyone gets so tense...

It feels like... what's "me" gets pushed aside, and something...someone else takes over.

I don't like not being in control of me.

(( previous ))

[witch-hazels-musings]

hi pls for my crying dragon man monsieur neuvillette

sandalwood ginseng dalmation stone

hugs and kisses

Sandalwood (ceremony), Dalmatian Stone (loyalty, family), Ginsing (communication, guidance) Neuvillette x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: reader is grabbed by the arm forcefully (very brief), heights (like really high up), kiss on the hand -- this is my first time writing for Neuvillette. I asked people for help on this and *hopefully* he came out alright!

He pulled you from the group with far more force than you expected. "Where is he?" His contorted face held little patience. His tight-lipped smile and frantic eyes conveyed who this event was significant for.

"I'm sure he'll be here any mome-"

"He better. His absence is unbecoming as the Iudex," he said, his grip intense as he stared you down. "I will not be made a fool."

With metered composure, you tapped the man's hand but he didn't release you. "It's very likely he's been delayed by something. If you'll excuse me, I can uncover what has kept him."

The man took a breath, scanned the crowd once more before letting you go. "Be swift about it."

"Of course," you said and bowed your head. He fussed with his overly decorated clothes, finely pressed and perfectly tailored - though it did little to hide the signs of gluttony around his midsection. He sneered at you before walking away to put on a show for the patrons he no doubt invited to this 'celebration.'

---

You made your way through the halls of the Palais Mermonia, stopping at every place the Iudex liked to wander - hide. When he wasn't sitting as judge, or tucked away in his office, there were a few spaces you could always find him, and if not there, then always -

"There you are," you said as you stepped onto the balcony. Though calling it that was generous. It was more of a ledge, one service member would use to clean the massive windows and - now - where Neuvillette would find solace. You didn't blame him. Being up here away from the noise was far more enjoyable than the stuffy halls and formalities.

Neuvillette was slow in registering your presence. His elegant fingers coiled around his chin, his gaze distant as he looked out across lapping waters that surrounded the Courts of Fontaine. When you approached, his apathetic expression shifted with slight surprise.

"Ah, apologies. I did not sense your approach," he said, voice even, calm like steady water. He gazed upward and glanced behind you at the warm light from beyond the turquoise windows. "I've let myself wander too long haven't I?"

You shook your head. "It's alright. As you know the party will rage on with or without you."

"Undoubtedly," he said and looked back to the landscape. You felt bad for him. A cruel existence to be tied to the fate of others - to witness them at their lowest and most vulnerable and render their judgment. It exhausted you just thinking about it but he rarely complained. You wished he would.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you joined him near the edge and looked out over Fontaine. Though heights were not necessarily your favorite thing you had to admit that in the twinkle of twilight, the view from this high seemed to make the world glitter.

"It's beautiful up here," you said and caught a faint smile on his lips.

"I am quite fond of the tranquility and stillness. It allows for a great deal of reflection."

He was right. Being completely alone and away from prying eyes was nice. Almost like a dip in cool water after a day under the sun. You closed your eyes and breathed in the moisture on the wind, the electricity of the evening, and let them mingle on your skin.

Behind you, a swell of voices rose up through the open window and you remembered what awaited you below.

"I should get back. I'll let them down easy so don't worry about joining us."

"That would be improper. I will return with you."

"Stay," you said, stopping him with a gentle hand on his arm. "I can handle them."

"I should not forsake the duties that are asked of me. Though my interests are far more idle than they may approve of, this aspect of my role cannot be forsaken based on personal preferences."

"Neuvillette, this 'celebration' is nothing more than a way to work your favor."

"How foolish. Festivities such as these would never sway my opinion in court," he explained matter-of-factly, his brows furrowing at the thought.

You chuckled. "I know, but it's just - it's how some people operate. They likely know it won't help them when it comes to the law, but there are many reasons to seem friendly to the Ludex. Connections are equally as valuable as coin in this world."

"I see." He thought for a moment. "Then what of you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are your intentions holding ulterior motives?" he asked, his eyes flickering to the hand resting comfortably against his arm. You panicked and pulled it back.

"Oh, no. No! I'm so sorry, I didn't -" You flared out your palms and let out an uncomfortable noise before clearing your throat. "I'm here for you because I like - wah! No. I mean, yes, I like you but like in a way of being supportive and - like, like assisting you with your work. I'm on your side is what I mean to say. Ugh, please stop looking at me." Embarrassed, you covered your face and pressed your fingers against your brow in a desperate attempt to bring your mind under control.

Neuvillette laughed, soft, almost impossible to hear but it was enough to set your ears on fire. "'You like me?'"

"Professionally, I like you, professionally."

"I have spent countless years evaluating the words of humans. Their core truths and hidden lies and, were this be our first encounter, I may not be so confident in my evaluations."

"Forget I said anything, please."

"How can I," he said and you tensed at the sudden contact of his lithe fingers as they pulled your hand away. "When such blatant falsehoods are being uttered in my presence?"

You swallowed, stared into his intense eyes, and willed yourself not to tear free from his grip and jump off the building. This was the worst. An accidental confession to the man who was 1. your boss, and 2. as unavailable as they came. It took you months to get close to him, for him to be comfortable with you and now - now what have you done?

"It slipped out. I'm sorry," you mumbled.

He smiled, kind, patient, understanding. "There is no need. Yet I am proposed now with a conundrum. It seems a balancing of the scales is in order." Neuvillette lifted your hand to his face and sweetly pressed his lips to your middle and index fingers. "I am quite fond of you, as well," he whispered above them but his words were stolen by the wind.

When he lowered your hand toward your chest, he didn't immediately let go. Instead, he let it rest in his grip while you stared, stunned, at his chest.

"Shall we find our way to the celebration?"

You nodded but your lack of movement told another story. "Yeah, yes. We should do that."

Neuvillette's amused laugh fluttered to your ears and rattled your heart, and your legs. "When you are ready."

"Mmhm."

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[daisymaycries]

[incorrectelswordquotes]

Arme Thaumaturgy: *rushes in and slams the door* okay, who's responsible for ending the world this time?!

Apostasia: not me.

Arme Thaumaturgy:

Apostasia: i am not a responsible person.

[medeaft]

Spellcasting from cover (originally: Lesből varázslás) 2024 Ink on paper

So this is me as my Bloodlines self-insert PC (Tremere, as you can see), going through the tutorial building. This evening, before everything happened (was it really just a few hours ago?...), it had no way of knowing that it should wear something inconspicuous because it's going to be sneaking everywhere. However, it manages.

I'm starting to have increasingly many moments of my Bloodlines unlife as different pictures. (Not all of them uploaded.) I suspect that eventually I'll just end up with the whole game, as I interpret it, drawn as scenes with my self-insert.

[psychspark]

User @bareee made this Tav template and I thought it'd be fun to fill out! This one is for Nil, my most babygirl ever. I might make one for the other characters I've finished the game with but they're both durges so we'll see how I go haha

[esotericchorus]

The rare Social Primary Tremere.