#dæmon unveiling

[theshittymarimo]

Dreams and Daemons

Chapter 1: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji Fandom: One Piece Summary: Introduction of Meggy, Sora and Mimi. Words: 1 851 Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Monkey D. Luffy - MEGGY, Ring-tailed Lemur

"Family, Play, Happiness. Lemur people are very focused on family and friends, food, tradition, and enjoying the simpler things in life. They tend to be charismatic, unique, spirited individuals. They also have a great sense of fun and are often considered eccentric, living in their own world (and happily so)." - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Initially, Zoro had spotted the black-haired boy from atop the wall and attempted to scare him off. However, the situation took an unexpected turn when the little girl from the town came back, and the idiot son of a navy officer stomped on the first food Zoro had seen in a long while before callously ordering the girl to be thrown over the wall. Zoro found himself silently hoping that she was all right when he noticed the boy from earlier now standing in front of him, and this time he saw his daemon. The first thing to catch Zoro’s attention was the long black and white striped tail wrapped around the boy’s stomach and neck. For a moment, he mistook it for a snake, but swiftly realized his mistake as a small face with golden eyes, framed by black fur, emerged just centimetres from his own. Zoro had never seen such an animal, nor a daemon. A deamon who seemed to ignore all societal norms by climbing onto his shoulders, sniffing curiously at the ropes binding his arms to the cross. “Oi!” Zoro’s daemon, Sora, growled indignantly and with surprise from beside him as the unfamiliar daemon touched Zoro. Despite the almost paralyzing hunger they both felt, Sora stood up but hesitated – technically, Zoro wasn’t touching the daemon; the daemon was touching him. But such a thing was unheard of. The boy in front of them laughed happily, looking relaxed with his arms crossed. “They say you’re a bad guy”, the unfamiliar daemon suddenly spoke to him from her perch on his arm. Zoro looked at the daemon disbelievingly, who tilted her head slightly when he didn’t respond. “… You still here?” Zoro redirected his attention to the boy; he wasn’t comfortable talking with someone else’s daemon. He could almost hear the daemon pout next to his ear. There was something strange about the boy, and not just his daemon, who later introduced themselves as Luffy and Meggy. Zoro wasn’t usually the one for conversation, even among those he might possibly call friends. Yet, Luffy managed to coax Zoro into sharing his dream, much to Sora’s surprise, as Zoro found himself speaking more than he had in a long time. Luffy didn’t laugh at him; instead, his daemon, Meggy, seemed to shiver with excitement. However, Luffy did blackmail Zoro into joining his crew with Zoro’s own katanas, which Luffy had gotten from the base. It was ridiculous - a grinning boy, probably younger than him, with his strange black and white daemon perched atop his hat. Yet, when Zoro threatened that he would make him commit seppuku if he ever got into his way, Luffy just grinned and said he expected no less. Zoro could feel a kindred spirit in that grin and smirked back. Though he hadn’t anticipated Luffy being made of rubber. Nevertheless, he seemed strong, Zoro noted as he observed his new captain fight Morgan. If you could even call it a fight as he was clearly stronger than the marine. “She’s fighting too”, Sora murmured to him. Zoro blinked down at her in surprise, then looked up to see what she meant. Normally, daemons only fought each other, and stayed out of the human’s fights to avoid touching other people. But Meggy was darting around, distracting Morgan and using her tail to unbalance him despite the marine’s daemon chasing after her, touching him without reservation. There was something very strange about them. Later, at the restaurant in town, after Zoro had finally eaten his fill (though Luffy still managed to eat more than him), he got to know what kind of animal Meggy was. She was a ring-tailed lemur, some strange sort of monkey, or so they claimed. Despite his skepticism, Sora insisted it must be real, as Meggy was living proof.

Roronoa Zoro - SORA, Bengal tiger

"Independence, strength, beauty. Tiger people tend to be confident, powerful people that need space, enjoy solitude, and revere silence. Tiger medicine teaches ferocity, passion, sensuality, and physical grounding. The tiger is a symbol of power, physical strength, and indulgence."      - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman  

Chopper had to admit that the one he feared most on the ship was Zoro and his daemon. Chopper was still new to the crew and didn’t have a daemon. He never had one, probably because he was a reindeer from the beginning; it was the one thing the devil fruit hadn’t been able to give him. However, the daemons on the crew were so friendly and kind to him, accepting him like he was one of them, even though he wasn’t a daemon. So, he felt very close and similar to them. But Sora was just terrifying - those huge teeth and sharp claws made him shudder at the mere thought of them. Though he hadn’t seen her in action yet, she and Zoro mostly seemed to lay around and sleep. But a tiger was a dangerous animal; he had read about them, very powerful and independent. Still … he was on Luffy’s crew; that had to mean something. Chopper peeked over his shoulder and saw Zoro leaning back on Sora, both of them sleeping on the deck. Suddenly, Sora yawned, showing all those large canines, which looked very dangerous. Chopper gulped. “You looking at Zoro?” Luffy’s voice suddenly spoke up from behind him, making him jump. “Or wait, is it Sora?” “Ah, no, I mean, yes”, Chopper stumbled over his words. Though Luffy and Meggy had been incredibly kind to him, he didn’t want to make a mistake. “She just looks so… And Zoro is …” “Scary?” Meggy grinned, while Luffy looked confused that anyone could ever think that. “Don’t worry, they’re big softies!” If they said so… But still, Chopper couldn’t quite believe it. Until they were in Alabasta, walking in the desert. Chopper was nearly dying, or at least it certainly felt like it, from the heat. The other daemons must have felt the same; Meggy had been collapsed on Luffy’s back for a long while after the first excitement, but Chopper had checked that she was still breathing. When Chopper wasn’t able to walk anymore, he suddenly felt someone grab the back of his clothes and lift him up. He almost yelped, but when he looked up, he barely managed to keep the sound in. Sora was holding him in her mouth; it must’ve been heavy. But she held him and walked up to Zoro, who looked down and grunted before taking over and helping Chopper. Chopper hadn’t even needed to say a word, and surely Sora needed Zoro’s help more - after all, no one else could touch and help her. “Are you sure..?” Chopper mumbled in embarrassment as Sora walked next to them. “What?” Sora said, a bit annoyed, but Chopper guessed they were all a bit annoyed because of the heat. “Don’t be dumb. I’m fine.” Chopper glanced at her and saw that she was panting, her long tongue lolling out. She didn’t look very fine and would probably not like to know how much she looked like Luffy in that moment. Chopper managed to keep in the giggle only because it was too hot to giggle. He felt a lot more comfortable with them after that.

Sanji - MIMI, Mountain goat

"Fearlessness, high ambitions, curiosity, intuition. Sensuality, determination, health and vitality. Goats have a reputation for having great dignity and composed behavior. Goat people are good at maintaining their balance. Whether climbing a narrow mountain ledge of challenges or walking a calm wooded path, they have sure-footed determination. They take life one moment, one step at a time. As a Goat person they instinctively know when and whom to trust. Even when the ground may look very uncertain or dangerous, they proceed cautiously, yet confidently." - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

During Sanji’s childhood, his daemon had been just another failure to his family. His siblings’ daemons had already achieved their final forms from a young age. But Sanji’s daemon, Mimi, kept changing. Most of the time, she preferred to take the form of a mouse so she could hide in one of his pockets. A mouse. His father called it useless. Sometimes she changed into the bird his mother’s daemon was, but mostly she remained something small so she could run and hide from his brothers’ daemons, who liked to pick on her just as his brothers did to him. Sanji sometimes felt jealous of her; he wanted to be able hide too. However, when they ran away from home, Mimi slowly started to take on bigger forms as they grew more comfortable. Though the mouse shape came in handy during their weeks on the island. A mouse didn’t need a lot of food. It wasn’t until the late teenage years that Mimi finally found her final form. It was a bit embarrassing. Zeff’s daemon was a brown-red goat, and lately Mimi had become fond of taking the shape of a large white goat. The other chefs teased Sanji relentlessly, claiming he wanted to be like Zeff since they were both goat people. Sanji found them annoying, and one day during a long stint of washing the dishes and enduring their teasing and laughter, he asked Mimi if she could change into something else. “No?” Mimi looked at him with a confused look in her comforting golden eyes. “Just for the moment, please?” Sanji hissed lowly so the others wouldn’t hear him. “But I can’t change”, Mimi stated plainly and sat down on her bum, she looked ridiculous. “I haven’t been able to for a while.” Sanji blinked, and the kitchen suddenly fell silent as the others had heard her too. They all stared at the goat daemon, who sat there looking as if it wasn’t something special. “You what?!” The kitchen suddenly exploded into laughter. Sanji asked her why she hadn’t told him earlier, and she answered that she thought he had noticed. If he wasn’t so hell-bent on not kicking ladies, he would’ve kicked her then and there. The teasing didn’t get any better; the others even baked a cake in the shape of a white goat. Sanji would deny forever that he felt a bit warm from that cake. He hadn’t even considered the possibility that someone would celebrate that. Zeff just huffed.

Notes: I knew that I wanted to give Luffy a monkey. I wanted it to be a happy smaller monkey and at first I thought of a squirrel monkey. But soon I recalled the ring-tailed lemur, so I looked up some symbolism behind the animal and it was perfect for Luffy. That's all he love; food, his family and crew, and having fun. The name Meggy come from I wanted to have a similar short simple name as Luffy, ending in y, for her. Zoro have been a tiger since the start, classic but yet so right. I wanted her to have a short similar sounding name to Zoro, and I could only find Sora that satisfied me. I realized later that Sanji's mom had that name. But let's say that there was a couple of uncomfortable weeks there in the beginning before Sanji got used to her name. Sanji's mountain goat is also an animal that I had for him from the start. I wanted her to be female and have horns, so I was specific in the search for a goat that had horns. His "family" had a tradition of letting the children give their daemons their names when they found their final forms, Sanji's brothers all gave their daemons harsh masculine names. Sanji was a "late bloomer" and called his daemon the name Mimi, a cute-sy name, that was supposed to be temporary. But in the end Mimi liked her name and Sanji didn't feel it was right to change it. Fun fact: Sanji and Mimi's party trick is when Sanji straighten up one leg into the air, and Mimi jumps up to stand on the sole of his shoe. Sanji loves to impress the ladies and Mimi loves to show off.

[fckinglion-archive]

@mrscoultxr asked: 53 : sender buys receiver a drink at a bar.

it’d been a good night. attendees of the celebration were particularly buzzed, and for good reason: their hard work had paid off. they had just unveiled their newest production for opening weekend, and despite some initial resistance, critics seemed satisfied enough they could expect a decent crowd to flood in over the coming weeks.

but all good things come to an end, and in rebecca’s case it was that her good mood hadn’t lasted nearly long enough. rupert had reared his head, foreign to the idea he could ever resist stirring the pot where her name was involved, especially toward any success to her name. he had dipped his hand in financially when she had little to no say in the matter, purely as something for him to stick a knife in. to say it was a shame everything worked in his favour was an understatement, and yet it was all the rare few who supposedly sympathised with her seemed to offer.

her eyes travel the width of the venue, lingering on a few of the stagehands that’d been invited as she observes them become intoxicated in his presence, a newfound pit in her stomach. it isn’t until her dæmon— who’d settled in the rather unusual form of a maned lioness, sweeps past her feet with a gentle chuff, tail in the air that she realises.

if it were anyone else she almost wouldn’t have noticed, but her head snaps near instantly toward the sound of the sudden voice, protest caught in her throat when she watches the bartender already slip away. she didn’t know how long mrs. coulter had been there, let alone how quickly she took note of the empty glass to her side. but the insistence is a welcome change of focus, and brings a red flush to her face all the same— something the glass of jenniver she’d managed prior clearly didn’t accomplish alone.

“ cheek— ” she jokes quietly, and despite her original mood, furrowed brows portray anything but frustration, a stern softness she somehow manages when her lips quirk into a smile. “ you didn’t have to do that. thank you. ”

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[a-magpie-witchling]

What is a Dæmon?

Disclaimer: As it always is in witchcraft, this depends on the witch you ask. This is my personal interpretation of what a dæmon is and what it means to have one. Also I’m in one fucking big hurry, gotta go meet stranded family. So I’ll probably edit this later but I didn’t want to keep accumulating asks about it!

I tend to go down the Pullman path, and if asked, I would say the dæmon is the soul of the person simply shaped as another creature, all of what someone is plus what they need to be.

Mostly everyone would choose to see their dæmon as an animal, and I think it’s the most direct and honest approach to them.

Simply put, a dæmon is like a combination between what you would normally consider a familiar, a shadow self, an anima/animus, a totem, a patronus, a spirit animal, a fylgja, your soul, and your conscience all together (without the cultural background or connotations). It’s a non-appropriative term that is used to describe your soul in the shape of an animal.

As I’ve said before, I choose to use pop culture references sometimes to avoid cultural appropriation. The concept of the dæmon as I choose to understand is made by Phillip Pullman and then modified to my own needs.

A dæmon is the externalized visualization of your own spirit in the form of an animal. This animal changes as you grow up, and settles permanently the day you mature and become an adult (at around 14 to 20 years old). It can change again, someday, after experiencing extreme trauma or an event that would transform who we are in the deepest part of ourselves altogether.

Personally I have a bear dæmon (Aeneas), a magpie familiar (Semiramis), and a cat fylgja (Samhain). They don’t hold the same importance nor help with the same thing. I don’t really communicate in many ways with my familiar or my fylgja, I just know they exist.

However Aeneas is an integral part of my everyday life. I talk to him constantly, when things get overwhelming he helps me clear my mind.

I visualize Aeneas walking by my side, warding off bad spirits, giving me strength…

In my loneliest times, Aeneas never leaves me alone.

How to reveal your Dæmon?

1.       The Gender

The gender is probably the easiest part of the dæmon’s identity. Usually it’ll be the opposite of the person. I’m female, so Aeneas is male.

Some consider, however, that this rule doesn’t always apply to people. It’s been said that LGBT+ people can have a dæmon that’s their same assigned gender.

This is, I’ve found, especially true for non-cisgender people, not so much for gay, lesbian, bi, etc. people. And sometimes when someone is gender fluid or NB or something along those lines, the dæmon will most likely reflect it. Animals that change their coats across the seasons, animals that change their genders, animals that are more than one gender at once.

One of the most emotive dæmon reveals I’ve been a part of was uncovering a gyandromorphic butterfly for a bigender person. We cried for like half an hour.

2.       The Name

The name is arguably just a tiny bit easier than revealing the animal itself. When I found Aeneas’ name it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was minding my own business when someone said it and I opened my eyes wide and whispered “that’s… that’s it! That’s his name!”

If you don’t know the name, neither does the dæmon. After all, they know just as much as you do, they just tend to interact different with that knowledge.

My best recommendation is: don’t hurry it.

3.       The Animal

This is it. The big question. What’s my animal?

Well, there’s not one way of uncovering a dæmon. The reveal can take years. Aeneas, for example. I’ve known he was a bear since 2012 but I still don’t know what kind of bear. A polar? A grizzly? Shit, maybe I’ll never know!

When I do dæmon reveals we agree from the get go that I can’t point out an exact animal. One of the most recent reveals I did uncovered just that the dæmon was in the mustelidae family!

It can take years, and attempt after attempt.

But I do maintain firmly that discovering your dæmon must be a mind blowing experience.

You can doubt at first, but when you do sense it you’ll go “oh… oh! OOOOH! YES! THAT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!”.

You’ll feel it. Once you process it there will be no hesitation whatsoever. If a few weeks later you feel like it’s not your animal, then it never was your dæmon.

My method for revealing a dæmon involves a LOT of question and several days of narrowing them down.

You can do it yourself without help, but, again, it can take years.

If you’re reading this, the chances that you’re a bird dæmon is really fucking high. People that care about these things are usually bird people. Someone with an ant or a primate soul you wouldn’t catch dead trying to find out who their dæmon is.

Mostly always you’ll find that there will be three animals you’ll end up saying “yes, that’s EXACTLY my dæmon,” although it won’t be so in two of those cases (and deep down, you’ll know it).

The first one will be the animal you want to be. This first level is encompassed almost solely of beautiful, cute, or badass animals. Yes, we all want to be a stag, an eagle, a raven, a wolf, a lion, or a cat. But… most of the times we aren’t. We just are animals we don’t find ‘cool’, because it’s… it’s us. It’s banal.

Only once I’ve unveiled a tiger, never a lion, never an eagle. I’ve unveiled I think… two or three wolves. Wolves, btw, tend to belong to order enforcers or soldiers.

There are ant dæmon. And frogs, and mosquitoes, and all kinds of ‘ugly’ things. Sometimes people aren’t happy. Once I unveiled a tortoise and the person almost yelled at me. Another time I unveiled a hyena and the person basically told me to go fuck myself and then a few weeks later came and said I was right and that they had to learn to live with it. This animal usually represents who we want to be, instead of who we are.

And of course, there comes the ricochet effect.

The second animal is usually the exact opposite. It’s where the “bad” dæmon start to show up. People focus solely on their defects and the animals that they hate are the ones that they think will define them.

Eventually you reach a balance. And that balance is your dæmon.

A few pointers, though: trauma survivors tend to have dæmons with means to carry them away and escape or with the means to defend themselves. Usually a survivor has wings or claws or venom.

The MBTI personality test is one hell of a useful tool, although it doesn’t have the last word.

If anyone is interested, I do dæmon reveals (for as long as it takes, until we pin it down) for $25 in my shop and I also trade them for goods or services! It tends to take at least two or three days of constant personal questions, but it can extend up to months! So please don’t hire the service if you don’t have the time or the patience!

If you cannot afford to have a reveal, check out the daemon forum! Their method and mine aren’t the same, but they’ll surely be able to help you! There are other daemonists who also perform reveals for free!

Happy unveiling!

[pierrotdameron]

Brand-new pictures have been unveiled for the BBC adaptation of His Dark Materials, and they’re giving us a better look at some of the best characters – and dæmons – from Philip Pullman’s iconic book series.

Starring Dafne Keen, Ruth Wilson, Lin-Manuel Miranda and James McAvoy among many others, His Dark Materials takes place in a parallel world of talking bears, all-powerful religious cults and breathing animal “souls,” and the fantasy adaptation has been eagerly-awaited by fans of the novels for years.

One new picture (which, as with the others, was first unveiled exclusively in the Radio Times magazine) shows lead character Lyra (Dafne Keen) and her dæmon Pan gazing at the series’ all-important alethiometer, which has been reimagined in a new square shape containing the compass-like device within – you can see it in the main image above.

“We’ve tried to avoid the feeling of fantasy,” production designer Joel Collins told Radio Times on the set of the BBC/HBO drama, explaining that they actually built the new-look alethiometer to move and work in-camera.

“It needs to be a plausible world, built on science – even if that science is different to ours.”

Another of the new photos properly introduces mighty panserbjørn warrior Iorek Byrnison in his armour for the very first time, while another gives us a close-up look at Stelmaria, the snow-leopard dæmon of Lord Asriel (James McAvoy).

And finally, the last photo introduces us properly to the Master of Jordan College (Clarke Peters) and the golden monkey dæmon of Ruth Wilson’s Mrs Coulter, who was never named in the books – though perhaps the new TV series will change that…

Overall, it’s an exciting look at what’s sure to be one of BBC1’s must-watch dramas this winter. Now all we need is our own alethiometer to predict exactly when it’ll be airing…

[jmsa1287]

With 'His Dark Materials,' HBO Takes Another Big Fantasy Swing

“His Dark Materials” proves to be more interesting as a statement from HBO than an actual TV show.

Earlier this week, HBO Max had its massive and impressive unveiling, revealing the number of programs that would be coming to the $15-a-month streaming service, which is set to launch in May 2020. One of the most-talked about details was a "Game of Thrones" prequel — the second prequel announced after HBO nixed one starring Naomi Watts just hours before its latest announcement. Before that show materializes, HBO is putting another big bet on another fantasy series: "His Dark Materials," debuting on HBO Monday, based on the beloved book series by Philip Pullman. It's a challenging story to transform from page to screen — the 2007 film "The Golden Compass" was based on the books but left out a lot of key religious elements and themes, resulting in many unsatisfied fans. Thankfully, as a TV show, which consists of eight hour-long episodes (HBO provided four), the story is allowed to expand and go deep in order to flesh out characters and dive into plot. Having a lot time to show so much detail proves to be a double-edged sword, however. Fans of "His Dark Materials" will be pleased to see the world be given a proper due, but for newcomers it's another complicated world to wrap their head around, which can be difficult in a crowded TV landscape that offers countless complicated worlds to sink into. This TV adaptation of "His Dark Materials" follows a young orphan girl named Lyra ("Logan" star Dafne Keen), living in a world similar to ours but quite different. Humans have companions called dæmons — manifestations of the soul that take the shape of animals. (Younger dæmons can shapeshift into different animals before settling on their final form.) Through a series of complicated events, Lyra is thrust into a mission of sorts to find her missing friend Roger (Lewin Lloyd) and track down her uncle Asriel Belacqua (James MaAvoy), who has possibly uncovered a massive discovery about a strange substance called Dust.

Of course, that's just the broad strokes of "His Dark Materials." Don't expect such a simple story. The drama, which has already been filming a second season, is complex and thoughtful, but is mostly a coming-of-age story. Though fantasy epics and sci-fi series seem to be the biggest things on TV these days (Amazon's take on "The Lord of the Rings" is said to be the most expensive show in TV history), "His Dark Materials" is a bit strange for HBO, which mostly focused on adult programming. The show's tone is defiantly not adult, leaning more into a PG-13 audience. Even HBO's "Euphoria," a stylized drama about California high schoolers, was ostensibly for teens but was made for a more mature crowd. "His Dark Materials" certainly looks expensive, with its first two episodes directed by filmmaker Tom Hooper ("The King's Speech," the upcoming film adaptation of "Cats"). It has impressive C.G.I. (talking animals, magic spells and air machines, oh my!), lush filming locations, and a costume design budget through the roof. Outside of McAvoy, the show lacks A-listers. Lin-Manuel Miranda eventually shows up as Lee Scoresby, doing his best Han Solo meets Indiana Jones. There's also "The Affair" star Ruth Wilson as Marisa Coulter, who assists Lyra on their quest.

"His Dark Materials" is HBO's latest effort into expanding its programing. The network usually owns your Sunday nights but over the last year it has been trying to also take over your Monday nights; that's when the show will air. This move came after AT&T acquired HBO. Speaking with The New York Times, the network's head of programing Casey Boils said he hopes the new drama will broaden "what could be considered an HBO show" but dismissed the notion that "His Dark Materials" will be a replacement for "Game of Thrones," which ended this year.

Let's put this to rest: There is no next 'Game of Thrones,'" Bloys told the newspaper, adding that what HBO liked about "His Dark Materials" was its take on big and complex themes while remanding family friendly. That remains to be the most interesting part of "His Dark Materials"; what the program says for the future of HBO and its upcoming HBO Max. The network was known of being a boutique for quality TV shows and not churning out the same high number of series as its competitor Netflix. Instead, HBO offered fewer shows but some of the most talked about, dominating the TV conversation. But as these streaming wars reach a fever pitch it looks like HBO has to ramp up its slate to compete. "His Dark Materials," another program based on existing intellectual property (see the HBO's big hit with "Watchmen"), is not a bad show at all and it will surely appease fans of the books while scooping up those looking for a "Game of Thrones" hold over (sorry, Mr. Bloys!). What it does, is signal that HBO isn't afraid to go big and go broad in order to keep itself on the top of the heap.

[theshittymarimo]

Dreams and Daemons

Chapter 4: Ace, Whitebeard, Marco Fandom: One Piece Summary: Introduction of Aria, Maia and Manu. Words: 1 291 Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Portgas D. Ace - ARIA, Common Black Hawk

“Primal energy, objectivity, focus. Like all of the raptors, hawk is often seen as a messenger, flying between the physical and spirit worlds. Hawk people learns skills gained through hard work and patience, honing their natural talents into strong abilities. They tend to be visionaries, with keen eyes; observant and with great attention to detail.  Hawk medicine teaches us to soar above ourselves and see our lives from a broader perspective, getting a better view of the big picture.” - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

People called Aria the firebird, sometimes the phoenix, which could confuse people into mistaking Ace for Marco if they didn’t know what they looked like. Ace found it terribly embarrassing when it happened; he didn’t want people to think that he was someone like Marco. He didn’t say it but it was evident that he didn’t see himself as worthy of such a comparison. Marco, on the other hand, didn’t mind. To be honest, it was understandable. Seeing a large hawk burst into red and yellow flames might lead one to think that the person also engulfed in fire was the one known as the Phoenix. Besides, it wasn’t like anything they did was embarrassing to Marco. From the moment Marco had seen them rise to challenge Pops, even after battling Jimbei for days, he was impressed. While Ace was silently fuming the initial days on the ship, occasionally trying to challenge Pops again, Marco took the opportunity to take a closer look at them. He thought he was discreet, but Aria’s piercing yellow gaze always seemed to find him, regardless of where he was. Although she didn’t miss anything, Marco could see them arguing sometimes, he had a feeling that the daemon was growing somewhat exasperated with the human. No one had heard her speak until the day Ace decided to join them – “About time”, she sighed, much to his embarrassment. They discovered that she had a dry sense of humor. Thatch teased them that Aria was clearly the brains behind their relationship. Marco couldn’t entirely disagree; while Ace was hotheaded and likely to rush into things, Aria was the one to observe and likely to influence Ace to pause and think. However, there were a couple of times when Aria showed that she was more like her human companion than most people realized. Like then people close to them were in danger. Marco vividly remembered the sight of a brilliant, glowing fire hawk amidst the chaos of Marineford. It was the biggest flame he had ever seen her create, casting light over the entire battlefield. Marco could barely to look at her; she glowed almost white in the heart of the fire as she flew toward the Admiral on the field with his arm inside of … Marco still recalled the fierce shriek she had unleashed. As the fire vanished, the whole world turned so much darker.

Edward Whitebeard – MAIA, Dog, Great Pyrenees

“Companionship, loyalty, protection. Dog medicine can often teach us how to be a good friend, the power of forgiveness, and how to love unconditionally. Dog people tend to have good intuition, keen senses and quick-learning, intelligent minds.”     - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

As gigantic as the legend was, the daemon stood equally tall. Her head could reach Whitebeard’s stomach, surpassing easily most people on the crew. While terrified enemies called her a monster, the crew, the family, knew her as Maia. Those on the night shift, tasked with guarding the ship, were rarely alone with Maia lying on the deck with them. When questioned, she simply said that she didn’t want them to be alone. If someone felt cold, her warm, heavy fur was always there to sink into, often serving as a makeshift pillow. It wasn’t unusual to see someone take a nap on her. If a crew member was missing from their duties, Marco went to Maia to ask her if she had seen them. Despite their close relationship, Maia always pretended to be deaf, blaming it on her age, even if the crew member were hiding right behind her, much to the amusement of those around her and Marco’s exasperation. When someone needed a second chance, she was always willing to offer it. However, if a crewmate was injured, most of them had to try to calm Maia down from going off to bite the perpetrator’s head off. Upon their returns to the ship, the crew would be greeted with hearty licks to their faces. Even the grumpiest among them were secretly pleased by it, viewing it as unspoken confirmation from Whitebeard himself, reaffirming their familial bonds. Just as Whitebeard called them his sons, Maia fondly called them her pups. And on the day the Whitebeards lost their father, they also lost their mother. “Oyaji!” “Kaachan!”

Marco - MANU, Tricolored Heron

“The Orator – Patience, grace, agility, integrity.  Heron people tend to be well-spoken, natural leaders with great wisdom and strong, indomitable spirits. They can guide without overpowering, persuade without manipulating, and bring great fortune to all those lucky enough to know them. Heron medicine can bring along with it lessons of being more vocal, communicative and taking initiative in all aspects of life.”   - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Ace felt something soft brush against his forehead, recognizing the feeling of feathers. He twitched and mumbled about leaving him alone. He was still sleepy. However, the feathers softly touched his forehead again, accompanied by a flash of warm, caring feelings from the daemon behind them. This time he was alert enough to realize that it couldn’t be Aria; when she wanted Ace to wake up, she never hesitated to grasp his skin or hair with her claws and tug hard. Hard enough to draw blood if necessary. Besides, she was more likely to be annoyed than not. This gentle touch wasn’t Aria’s. Now fully awake, Ace blinked as he looked up into the blue sky above him. Suddenly, a head showed up in his line of sight and he recognized the familiar bird daemon. “Manu?” Ace croaked, still groggy from sleep. “You’re lying in the sun”, Marco’s daemon informed him with his usual calming tone. “… Yes?” Ace responded, even more confused. “I told him not to bother”, Aria interjected from beside Ace, sounding exasperated. “God knows you never listen.” “It’s not good”, Manu chimed in before Ace had time to think of an answer to his daemon’s annoying, albeit accurate, remark. “You will burn yourself.” “Don’t say that”, Aria retorted promptly. “He’ll just say that he can’t be burned, that he is fire.” If a hawk could roll her eyes, Aria sounded like she would’ve done so in that moment. “It’s true!” Ace protested, annoyed with his daemon. “Ace”, Manu interrupted Ace’s and Aria’s squabble with his soft voice. “Please, at least go and lie down in the shade.” “It’ll move”, Ace would firmly deny that he whined. “In an hour, I’ll have to move again!” “That’s called time”, Aria muttered, irritating Ace. “Please Ace”, Manu implored before Ace had a chance to respond to Aria. Manu always sounded so sincere and caring; it was hard for Ace to say no to him. His only hope was that Marco hadn’t realized it yet. “Fine, fine”, Ace muttered, rising from his comfortable spot in the sun and moving toward a shaded area while yawning. “Huh?” Aria exclaimed in surprise behind him. “See?” Manu’s pleased voice said. Aria spluttered indignantly, insisting that it never worked with her. Ace decided to not listen in anymore; the warmth on his cheeks was surely due to the sun.

Notes: I quickly realized that I wanted Ace's daemon to be a raptor, some kind of hawk. Besides, a black hawk turning into a fire bird is just too good of an image. Aria is a little bit of Ace's brake, unfortunately sometimes the brake is faulty due to their fierce natures. Her name is Aria because I wanted a short name like Ace, the name literally means air. With Whitebeard's Maia I thought of the dog Stefan. So I wanted to have a white dog, and found the great pyrenees perfect for him. It's a large white intidimating dog who is famous for being fiercely protective of their pack, able to kill for them. Her name, Maia, is from Greek meaning "good mother, dame, foster mother", which is exactly what she was to the crew. Just imagining the Whitebeards' reaction to losing her as well made me a little teary-eyed I will admit. I thought of Marco's daemon possibly as a heron, as similar to his devil fruit as possible. So I went searching for something and I saw this photo of a Tricolored Heron and I thought that the yellow feathers looked exactly like Marco's hair, it made me laugh. It's also blue, and that makes it perfect in my eyes. Manu means thinking, wise in Sansskrit.

[theshittymarimo]

Dreams and Daemons

Chapter 3: Franky, Brook Fandom: One Piece Summary: Introduction of Harley and Alma. Words: 1 191 Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Franky - HARLEY, Texas Longhorn

“Fertility, masculinity, strength. With a fiery temperament and no lack of brute strength, the bull is a very strong symbol of masculine power. It is often associated with the sun, but also with the moon and the skies. It is also a symbol of justice and order.”         - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Franky’s daemon, Harley, loved to transform into ferocious animals that looked impressing, causing people to think twice before they tried to do something to them. Franky delighted in it and constantly challenged Harley to change into new, stronger animals that he could create new weapons to, making him into a super cyborg daemon. Designing new weapons that made Harley stronger than any other daemon they met was exhilarating; he looked super cool! Regardless of who you were, you were bound to hesitate when you saw a rhinoceros with cannons mounted on each shoulder. It didn’t matter that Iceburg was speaking to them like they were fools for thinking so, Franky thought he was probably just jealous as his daemon was a stupid little mouse. She couldn’t even carry a little laser, Franky thought, although now when he was thinking of it, that would be pretty super that too… But his Harley was undeniably the coolest. However, when the marines came to take Tom-san away, no shape mattered anymore. Even a rhinoceros with cannons was powerless before the World Government. That fateful day, Franky stood on the rails in front of the train carrying their creator to his death. Beside him stood Harley, tears welling in his eyes as he changed into a bull with long horns for the first time. The perfect form, if any, to stop an oncoming train. Together, they would surely stop the train. No matter what. They wouldn’t let them take Tom-san away. Franky’s body broke and Harley’s body shattered into golden dust. Franky had probably never been closer to death than that day. Harley returned to him as the bull again, and after a few initial days of silence when Franky was too busy struggling to survive, he could finally focus on his daemon again. “That thing?” Franky spoke for the first time, prompting Harley to perk up from where he lay patiently while Franky worked. “Mm”, Harley hummed, looking over his unscathed body. “Seems like it.” Initially, it felt like a bitter reminder of their failure that day. But Franky soon discovered how practical it was with a long hanger attached to his daemon, no need to put down any tools, and Harley was still strong with a couple of sharp tips. Even if he would totally look more super with a couple of cannons mounted on him. Brook - ALMA, Dog, Austrian Black and Tan Hound

“Companionship, loyalty, protection. Dog medicine can often teach us how to be a good friend, the power of forgiveness, and how to love unconditionally. Dog people tend to have good intuition, keen senses and quick-learning, intelligent minds.”           - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

“Ooowoooowoooo..!” Nami, Usopp and Chopper had been quaking in their boots from the sound. An eerie wail emanated from the ghostly ruined ship in front of them, sounding like the lament of a spirit crying for an impossible redemption amidst the dark fog. It felt straight out of a horror story. Nami really, really didn’t want to climb up the rope. Screw the lottery; she wanted to stay alive, damn it! She lamented while crying in the little boat they had used to approach the ship. Damn that captain who had been shivering in excitement since they first saw the ship. Surely Sanji was enough? The spine-chilling howling echoed again, and Nami barely kept herself from yelping. Then, something white suddenly began to shift through the wood of the ship in front of her. She felt her face pale as she watched a freaking transparent head of something slowly revealing itself, until she saw two black holes emerging from the rotting wood of the ship. Staring straight at her. No. No, no, no, no, nonononono! She shrieked in horror as she climbed up to Luffy and Sanji in record time. She didn’t even complain when Sanji got all lovey-dovey when she jumped into his arms. Let him die first; she didn’t care. It all got worse from there. The damn skeleton showed up—an impossibly moving skeleton, mind you, that asked to see her panties. She was so done. But then, through the rotten wooden floor, a freaking ghost appeared! She knew it was the thing she had seen earlier, no mistaking those dark holes for eyes. But now she could see it was a dog. All white and slightly see-through, like a freaking ghost (it couldn’t be repeated enough times). Oh, and it slightly hovered above the wooden floor; did she mention that part? Like. A. Freaking. Ghost. Luffy was ecstatic. That idiot. She wanted to kill him when he asked them to join his crew before she or Sanji knew what was going to happen. And the skeleton said yes! The ghost dog next to him wagged its tail happily. She could feel her soul leave her body. --- Brook was ecstatic, he had met people! People! They weren’t hallucinations but had invited him over to their ship. He hadn’t been on another ship in fifty years, so he knew that it wasn’t something he was imagining. Alma was just as excited as he was. She was leaping and running around in the kitchen with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She showed no care that half of the time she was running through some of the people in the room who shouted and yelped in shock from the chilly feeling whenever she did so. The other daemons in the room clearly didn’t know how to react when the strange daemon jumped up to them and licked them. But they couldn’t feel the tongue; instead, it disappeared into their body with a chill. The tiger daemon had tried to swipe after her, but to her clear bewilderment, her paw just swept through the transparent body in front of her. Brook soon explained to them what had happened to him. That he had eaten a devil fruit and when he died, he returned as a spirit. “Ah, and I had Alma by my side!” he said happily, looking to Alma who stopped in the middle of her lap around the table and beamed up to him as well. “Well, she was a spirit as well. We searched for my body and when we found it, it was already a skeleton. But I was able to return to my body, and Alma stayed by my side!” Alma flew up into the air with a happy woof. Brook introduced himself as Dead Bones Brook and Alma joined in happily – “And I’m Phantom Alma!” The new people they met stared at them in bewilderment, while the captain’s smile somehow widened even more.

I had a hard time to choose between two names for Franky's daemon, and in the last moment before uploading this chapter I changed it into Harley. I wanted a typical american name for him and with Franky's bike Harley felt like a very fitting name. A rhino could've been a very fitting animal for him but I had an image of a Texas Longhorn for him for a long time, and it feels like a more humble animal for him fitting for the lesson he learned after Tom. Instead of a horn for attacking enemies, he got an animal with horns also made for taking attacks. Dear Brook and Alma.. At first I was searching for an austrian animal for him but soon it came to me that I didn't have a dog yet and it feels very fitting for him. And so I found the breed of Austrian Black and Tan hound. For a long time I imagined Alma as a skeleton as well, but one day it hit me that she would be perfect as a spirit like Brook is when he can let his soul out of his body. Somehow she didn't turn into a normal deamon again after Brook's first death, nobody is really sure what she is now, but on the other hand nobody is sure if this have ever happened before. I wanted to give an image of both before and after Brook's first death so you get two different images of them both here. As a bonus, the name, Alma, coincides with the Spanish word meaning "the soul". If you're wondering about Jimbei, fishmen and mermen are different from humans in that they don't have daemons. For humans it was just another way that they were different from humans and made them more similar to animals. But to fish-/mermen it is said that their whole souls are inside of them and around them in the sea, they are never separated. While humans are the strange exception in the world who are so separated in their souls that they're splitted, always searching for fulfillment.

[theshittymarimo]

Dreams and Daemons

Chapter 2: Nami, Usopp, Robin Fandom: One Piece Summary: Introduction of Kaito, Iso and Rodney. Words: 1 675 Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Nami - KAITO, Eurasian Magpie

“Expressive, Perceptive, Flamboyant. Magpie people tend to be creative, curious, true to their natures, gregarious, and energetic. They are free spirits who enjoy being in the thick of things and as such, tend to get a reputation for the dramatic. They are good at taking joy in the unpredictable aspects of life, making opportunities out of any circumstances. They see things more clearly, look past illusions and see through falsities. But they are also playful, social, communicative, and confident. Magpie people are full of intelligence and cunning, but are more light-hearted than its other corvid cousins the crow and the raven.”         - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Kaito was the only one Nami could trust for a very long time. He was the only one who saw her tears in the darkness and understood her. He worked with her in both light and darkness, standing by her side, always helping her in her work to earn money for their village. He stole from people’s pockets and acted as her eyes in the sky whenever she needed it. When she felt insecure, he helped her see more clearly and understand what sort of people she met on her travels. He always warned her when he felt someone was too dangerous for them; she could always trust his word. The first time he sounded uncertain about someone was when they met Luffy. “What do you mean?” she hissed at him while they were hiding on the nearby roof, watching the strange boy who had literally fallen down from the sky. “I don’t know Nami”, Kaito whined in her ear. “They just … they feel good.” “Good?” Nami hissed back disbelievingly. They had never met someone who just felt good. Everyone had an ulterior motive, that’s what she had learned through harsh lessons on the sea. She mistrusted Luffy even more when she realized that he was a pirate. No pirate was ever “good”, no matter what Kaito felt about them. But in the end, on their home island when she cried and tried to chase Luffy away, he stayed. She was lost, didn’t have anyone left. She looked to Kaito, who stood in front of her, and saw the answer in his eyes. A final string of hope was dangling in front of her, and Kaito nodded at her, daring her to take the final leap, to trust someone else. It felt both terrifying and relieving to share her burden with someone else. But finally, she dared to ask someone to help her.

And in the end, she had to admit that Kaito was right about them.

Now Kaito loved flying high above their ship, enjoying the wind. Looking far across the blue seas she could hear his reports about what he saw and his laughter at the crew’s antics. She could never stop herself from laughing as well when she heard him, even when she was mad at Luffy for doing something idiotic. Her heart soared as high as Kaito did when she heard him being so happy and free.

Usopp - ISO, European Hare

“Self-sacrifice, humility, family. Rabbit people tend to be soft-spoken and non-self-assertive. The symbol of the rabbit is strongly tied to the cycle of life, fertility, death, and resurrection. The rabbit is also a symbol of luck, health, and clear-sightedness. In the wild, Rabbits are terrific planners and escape artists. In other words, the Rabbit Spirit’s mantra is, “Look before you leap” and keep one foot in reality. Rabbit people live life spontaneously, and are the life of a party. They also afford quick wittedness and creative problem solving. The rabbit energy challenges their reflexes and hones dexterity spiritually and physically.” - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

“Ahaha, don’t worry Iso!” Usopp bragged loudly to his daemon, Iso. “They will be joyous to greet us again! How can’t they not be, to have the great warrior Usopp with them again!” One of Iso’s long ears tilted down to the side as she watched her human pacing back and forth on the beach of Water 7, talking out loud and practicing his speech for returning to the straw hat crew. “I will even offer to be the vice-captain!” He quickly turned to Iso in excitement as another idea clearly hit him. “Iso! You should turn into a white horse!” he told her excitedly. “Imagine us riding in all glory, surely they will just fall on their knees and beg us to return!” “… No”, Iso said softly. “Huh?” Usopp blinked, stunned, a flash of confused anger crossing his face. “What do you mean no? Isn’t that a great idea?” Iso hadn’t found her final form, still able to change into different animals. Some people called them immature for that but they mostly ignored them, telling themselves that it was funnier this way anyway. But now she had an uncomfortable feeling in her gut; it didn’t feel right. It bothered her as much as seeing Usopp like this; she could feel him through their bonds. Beneath all that anger and pride, she could sense his shame and fear… When Iso didn’t answer, he soon shrugged and continued. In the end, they had nearly been too late. Usopp had been shouting after the boat, and Iso feared that the worst was going to happen. “USOPP!” She shouted at him. “They are going to leave!” “Well, well”, he stuttered, “change into something else and we’ll go after them!” “I can’t! I’m stuck like this!” she finally found the words to explain. She saw the horror growing in his eyes as he stared after the ship, their crew, their family. He finally realized that they were going to lose them. It was too late, she thought, and blamed herself as Usopp shouted his apology. Tears streamed down her face as Usopp cried. In the end, she never loved Luffy’s rubber powers more than in that moment. “I’m a coward, huh?” Usopp asked her later, when it was just the two of them. She could hear the insecurity in his words. It was said that the animal the daemon ended up taking mirrored the soul of the human. Iso knew what he meant, but she went up to him and put a paw in his hand. When he looked at her in surprise, she responded with a grin. “No, we are lucky!”

Robin - RODNEY, Domestic cat

“Cat represents a balance of strength in both physical and spiritual, psychic and sensual powers, merging these two worlds into one. They tend to have most energy during the night. Curious, intelligent, and independent, cat people tend to live in a world all their own. They are free ardent adventurers who explore the world as well as their inner space. Their perspectives are unique as they like to explore all the angles. Naturally agile and are able to land on their feet in seemingly impossible situations. However, they need to be careful. […] People with black cats as daemons can be wonderful leaders who rarely lose dignity under pressure. The colour black represents authority, elegance and adaptability. However, they need to be cautioned that they can succumb to the idea that somehow, they are bad luck to those around them, or somehow lesser to them. They need to learn to reach out for help from those they love.”         - “Dæmons Unveiled: Navigating the Bonds of this World”, Filipe Haulman

Robin had to grow up fast with her daemon, Rodney, finding his final form soon after the first time someone betrayed them for easy money. They had been sitting in a dirty alley, and she had looked down at his pitch-black small form of a cat, with green eyes gleaming in the dark, and somehow known. “A cat”, she said with a weak smile. “We will stay in the shadows”, his deep voice hummed deeply inside of her chest. “No one will find us unless we want to.” “You promise?” she asked softly, shivering from the cold as she tried to keep warm. “I promise”, he answered as he went up into her lap, and she could feel the purring from somewhere deep beneath the warmth of his fur. Years later, in Enies Lobby while she waited in chains, she remembered that moment as she thought of the straw hats – “They found us.” “Well”, Rodney hummed, seemingly immediately knowing what she meant. “Maybe we wanted them to find us.” She looked at him in surprise, but he remained silent by her side despite Franky’s curious looks at them. “I don’t want them to come”, she told him angrily. “You sure?” he responded calmly. She didn’t answer. Later she had to admit that he had been right. Like he always was. “How did you know?” she asked him later that night. She couldn’t sleep, still reeling from the day, it had all happened in just one day. “What?” he asked lying on her chest with closed eyes. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask. How he knew that they would come? No… How he knew that she wanted them to come? … That she wanted to live after all? All the questions flew around in her head but she didn’t say any of them but looked down on him. One of his eyes glowed in the dark as he looked toward her. “Well... I wanted to”, he admitted, sounding a little abashed. She blinked in confusion. “I wanted you to live”, he purred. And they were one. She remembered reading about daemons and how they were supposed to be two parts of one soul. That the dreams and will were flowing freely in the bonds between the human and the daemon. As long Rodney was there, and wanting for her … did that mean she never lost that flame of hope in the first place? That it was always there, kept safe by Rodney? Her eyes suddenly burned. “Thank you”, she whispered. He responded by simply purring.  

Notes: I choose a magpie for Nami because it was perfect for a thief to have an animal that loves shiny things to steal. The name Kaito means "sea, ocean" and "soar, fly". Usopp got the hare, at first I thought of an animal that was kind of famous for being a coward and/or running away. But when I read about the symbolism behind it I felt the first part was fitting as well, he matured that day and his daemon is a symbol of his lesson in humility. The name Iso is said to mean "beach, seashore". Robin's daemon was a black cat from almost the start. It feel very fitting for her. I gave him the name Rodney because it's close to Robin, some people tend to give their children's daemon a name as close to the child's.

[a-magpie-witchling]

To an extent. I’m kinda scared to try and do a daemon revealing. I think I already know what my daemon (a corvid) and I have his name already, and I’ve known for a few years now. But in some corner of my mind, I’m afraid that I’m wrong. Any advice?

Well... If I might be blunt, you probably ARE wrong.Now, corvid people are veeeeery rare. I can't even remember if I've ever unveiled one right now (should check my notes).This however doesn't mean you don't have a corvid familiar or fylgja.I think I see you've got a raven tattoo from your avatar? I take it then that you really like corvids and feel connected to them. Thing is:Unless you've got an ego the size of a house, if corvids are your favorite animals, then the chances you've got a corvid dæmon are close to none.Because it would be like getting a tattoo of your own face.That sounds weird, doesn't it?It's far more likely that you are connected to corvids in a different way. Very deep and absolutely valid, but not as in one is your dæmon. A dæmon is YOU. Would you call yourself your FAVORITE person? Unlikely.When people come to me and tell me they already know their dæmon, I shit you not, 8 out of 10 times they're sure it's a raven or crow. The other times they're a wolf or a fox, maybe a big cat or house cat.The thing is, these are the people we aspire to be, not who we really are.Corvid people are rare because they're EXTREMELY intelligent, marvelously sociable, adaptable, close to their families, and also highly spiritual. We could all share one or two of those traits with them, but be remarkable in all of them? It's no wonder everyone wants to be a corvid, they're awesome!Corvid dæmon are what a LOT of people consider "perfect". They're the favorite person of a lot of folks. And by my criteria, not nearly a fraction of the people that unveil their own dæmon and think they're corvids actually are.You can have a powerful connection with this animal (like I have with Magpie), your can be protected by the spirit of this animal (like I am by Cat), you can devote yourself to the spirit of this animal (like I devote myself to Stag). But your dæmon is just you. And in most cases people find their dæmon to be pretty banal because, well, so are they, at least in their own eyes! When I realized I'm a bear I was... Disappointed. I'd wish I was a panther or eagle or something cool like that and I was just a bear. I'd never felt attracted to them and it took me a long while to accept it.But it's the truth. It's what I am. And once it clicked I realized I could never be anything else. Not flashy or mind blowing. Just me.To summarize: you're likely not a corvid (by rule of probability I must doubt every time someone tells me this) but this doesn't invalidate how close you feel to them!

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This is why unveiling dæmon is one of my favorite things ever 💙🐻💛 thanks to @eghtytwodragons for the experience!

[a-magpie-witchling]

Alright hatchlings, mama Magpie sees you and hears your concerns.

I’m making a whole post on dæmon unveiling and theory. Probably will post it tonight!

[a-magpie-witchling]

Is it possible for us to discover our own dæmon? (As a baby witch who has no clue how this works and is still grounding every few hours cause wooo boy lots of energies like to assault me and make me feel like I’m filled with lightning or stone, I don’t know who else to go to and you’re the friendliest witchblr that gives me home like vibes)

Hi sweetie! Yes, it is possible. Both me and my friend Mathias unveiled our own daemon long before we started helping others with it. However it did take us years, because we weren’t sure of what questions we should ask or what answers to prioritize.

There’s not a certified method to reveal a daemon. I’ve got my way, Mathias has his. They especially don’t apply to discovering your own. He found his almost just thanks to sheer good luck.

Basically all I can tell you is that it requires a lot of self reflection and reading. Loooots of reading. Zoology is your new best friend. There are roughly 30 million animal species. Finding yours is hard, even when you’ve already got the experience to narrow it down quickly. Good luck!

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HOW TO PURCHASE FROM MY SHOP.

PayPal account: witchlingmagpie@gmail.com

Dæmon reveal: $20 Glade Born Tree Tarot spread (22 cards): $15 Bone reading: $7 Other Tarot readings: $1 per card

Up until January the 2nd, 2018, the only ones available are the bone and the pay per card readings. Please contact me before sending payment!!! The GBT spread can take a whole afternoon, and unveiling a Dæmon can take weeks! You need to check availability.

[a-magpie-witchling]

My shop: Dæmon reveal sessions

Short answer:

Contact me

Send the payment ($25) to witchlingmagpie@gmail.com

Get scheduled and we’ll start!

Long answer and the rest of the services I offer in my witchy shop:

Hey-o!

So, I’ll try to be brief. Because of some legal regulations that I don’t really understand, I can’t open an Etsy shop or anything similar. So the only option I can offer you is to send the payments directly to my paypal account.

The services I’m currently offering and their prices are:

Dæmon reveal sessions for $25

Palm readings for $20

Glade Born Tree spread (22 cards) for $15

Bone readings for $7

Tarot readings for $1 per card

PLEASE contact me before sending the payment. 

It’s also extremely important that you send your tumblr url or any other way to contact and differentiate you in the note when you send the payment. I’m getting several deposits and it’s gonna get confusing. Please please please don’t forget this.

I also have other services related to spiritwork, spellwork, many more divination methods, exorcisms, classes, etc. But those have special prices depending on the circumstances. You’d have to contact me so we can work out a budget.

I also accept tips and donations. I’ll be making giveaways available only for the shop costumers as a thank you.

Please don’t hesitate to message me as many times as necessary (sometimes I can’t answer because I’m working and then the message gets buried). If there’s a service you’d like that I haven’t specified I offer, still feel free to ask about it, maybe I do the thing, just didn’t consider there would be a market for it.

Thanks for your time, love, and support!