#incantation bowls

[paullovescomics]

I don't remember when I first saw the youtube channel Esoterica, but it must have been more than a year ago. Regardless, it fascinated me from the beginning. As a lover of history, archaeology, literature, and weird stuff (go ahead and throw in religious studies with a far more complicated kind of interest), it's very much my kind of channel. When the host, Dr. Justin Sledge, shared the story of how he had an ugly run-in with Satanic Panic in the South, the sympathetic vibes quadrupled.

This video form a month ago is a good example of what I so like about it. It's about incantation bowls, which seem to have been quite common, and used by different groups of people over a long period, but aren't very well studied, mix and match religious ideas in ways that break the rules but make sense, and show us earlier versions of spiritual characters who would later become infamous in altered versions (talking about Lilith). That these might have been made by women practicing magic outside the official religious institutions makes them even more intriguing.

The topics are pretty broad: lots of videos about medieval occultism, as well as ancient, and from various faiths.

[fouldevil]

very powerful healing ritual I did with Hygeia as well as Hekate for protection. featuring a blooming rose of jericho, an incantation bowl to trap illness based off of the Ancient Mesopotamian tradition, acorn candles to represent health and growth with a personal herb blend for transformation, as well as a shit load of blue calcite.

may this find you well, and may the gods will it be!

[starlightomatic]

jewish folklore objects bracket

[leroibobo]

a jewish incantation bowl in babylonian aramaic from 400-800 ce.

incantation bowls were bowls inscribed with scriptual quotes and buried face down to protect against evil influences. they were used by christians, jews, manichaeans, and mandaeans in upper mesopotamia and syria.

[verytendou]

Being intensely against the commercialization of Hawaiian culture vs tourist “hawaiian” shirts being the gnc look of all time

[bimbospace]

found this and can i just say finally some good fucking faith food!!

[sheydgarden]

mark your calendars! 4/16/24, 12:30PM EST: new stuff coming to my Etsy shop for the first time in over a year - thank you very much for being so patient! other zines & stickers will also be restocked in various quantities, some fairly limited, & there are only 7 golems & these 5 incantation bowl pendants this time around. if you don't manage to snag one, rest assured i'm still planning to continue to make them as i'm able!

the B'TZELEM ELOHIM lino prints are 8x10" (hand-done & signed!) while FEYGELE is a cute little 5x7" & THORN PANSY is only 3x5" (this is a bizarre size for a print, i know, but you can fit in anywhere & it comes with a pin). excited to stock my poetry chapbook for the first time ever as a zine! ♥

[tiny-witchling-creature]

magic doesn’t have to be complicated. rub an essential oil on a candle and light it. that person who’s been annoying you? write their name on a piece of paper and freeze it. fill a bowl with saltwater to cleanse your room. find a rock, imagine that it’s whatever you want to banish from your life, and throw it really hard into the street (…don’t hit a car). make a wish on a dandelion or a birthday candle. drink some lemonade for cleansing and positivity. tie a colored ribbon around your bedpost or doorknob. put some flowers on your nightstand.

a spell isn’t more effective just because it involves a bunch of ingredients and incantations and details.

[definitelyimportantpost]

Now, you might be thinking:

"Dip that's not a Troubadour why does she look like that??"

(Warning: Large amounts of text below, abandon all hope ye who enter here, yada yada yada)

That's because she's not a Troubadour! I lied! Lyris is actually a Hexer! And a Runemaster! But more than that, she's an experienced artist unlike a certain somebody.

So what exactly does this mean?

Well, although within the confines of the EOU's class selection, her gameplay role of supporting the party with buffs is that of a Troubadour, Lyris, rather than using the inspiring power of song and dance, uses a mixture of Cursemaking, Runemastery, and, indeed, her own art to empower her allies. Thus, I've taken to calling her a Pictomancer.

Now what exactly does that mean?

To explain, I ought to use an example. Take the humble Warrior Song, an emboldening bop which bolsters the abilities of a Troubadour's fellow battlers. While Lyris may use a skill of the same name, my sick and twisted cranium envisions vastly different goings-on than an especially strengthening song being sung.

See, the book Lyris holds in the image above is one of her sketchbooks. Within this specific textbook are various depictions of various monsters which reside within Etria's own Yggdrasil labyrinth (you're gonna have to use your imagination because I sure as hell am not drawing them). The particular drawing which concerns Lyris' recreation of Warrior Song's effects is her drawing of the Forest Wolf.

The Forest Wolf has a skill called Evil Cry, which raises the attack strength of all of its allies. Rather similar to Warrior Song, eh?

Though Lyris could hardly hope to muster a howl with such a helpful effect, she doesn't need to.

Though her Cursemaking abilities, Lyris can conjure up an illusory image of this Forest Wolf from her sketchbook, which will use its own Evil Cry to empower her comrades. But that's not the end of it—though the illusions she creates can mimic the use of a skill, its her manipulation of runic energies through Runemastery while the small spectacle occurs that bears most of the true supportive effect.

Does this mean that the illusions Lyris creates are near useless? Yes! Yes it does! But she's a sucker for theatrics (watch her summon an illusory double of one of dragon trio for Flame/Frost/Shock Fantasia), so she insists on their presence.

This combination of Cursemaking, Runemastery, and her own artworks is what forms the crux of Lyris' role in battle.

And it also explains why she looks like that! I did my best to incorporate aspects of both Runemasters and Hexers into Lyris' design. See the dress she's wearing? The same kind that Runemasters wear.

(Transparent, high-res EO4 character portraits are about as easy to come by as... something really hard to come by, so I ripped this one straight from the game. What can ya do? Incidentally, this specific portrait is another one of my EOCs. Everybody say "hi Libby!" I'll get to her someday.)

That chain and string around her waist? Quite similar to that which Hexers bind themselves up with. And that eye-shaped emblem on her sketchbook? The same one that Hexers wear above their bells.

(This is also the portrait Lyris uses in-game. You can sorta see where she got the hair from.)

And though it's easy to overlook, she wears a Hexer-style leg-cuff on her left leg.

(This portrait just so happens to be the one used by Isabell, my EO2U "Hexer!" Her class is a similar deal to Lyris'. I'll get to her in time.)

Only the one, though, not both. She can't levitate like full-time Hexers, and is thus hardly of the mind to bind both her legs together like one.

Lastly, Lyris has a sword! That sword in particular is my take on the Vorpal, which is the sword you get from the Reaping Shade's conditional drop (kill while arms bound) in the Emerald Grove. While the sword sees little use, Lyris keeps it on her person, per the insistence of her twin sister Katris—the EOU party's Protector—that she have something to defend herself with in any scenario wherein Katris is unable to.

Why'd I choose the Vorpal specifically?

No real reason, besides it being what she has equipped right now. It comes with +20 HP and +3 Agility! It's a damn good stat stick, if nothing else.

Okay I think that's all. Bye bye.

Now THIS is more like it! My Etrian Odyssey Untold Troubadour, Lyris Harper.

[sev-wildfang]

idk what they were doing in ancient times but this "incantation bowl depicting the nefarious demon" is so precious to me. she looks like someones mom. she looks like a tgirl in her thirties who can cook a mean bowl of spaghetti. she looks like a lesbian who'd let you sleep on her couch. she looks like someone who owns a double digit amount of board games that are actually fun. shes definitely played magic before

[wholoveseggs]

Hey lovely, today request from me🥰

I got struck on an idea where reader tried to dominate Elijah but always fail so, she get Klaus help with some magical witchy rope or something to subdue him, which was successful.

Tho here's the thing, reader is inexperienced in doing something like that and not prepped enough to take him, cuz y'know Elijah is big.. hehehe😌🤭so she started tear up, and ask for his help. Elijah being a smug he is punish her happily after...can you added a sprinkle of daddy kink and overstimulation, pretty puh-lease with the cherry on top🙏🥺

Oh btw your story always superb 🤩 😁

Bindings

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You ask Davina for help with creating something to tie up Elijah... only for you to get in way over your head. Luckily, he is in a forgiving mood.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon! I decided to change it from Klaus to Davina, because I just can't see Klaus being okay with you essentially making a weapon against his family... Even if the reason behind it is just for some kinky fun ♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: smut, *magical* bondage, dom!elijah, daddy!kink, spanking, choking, sex toys and a whole lotta praise...

You sat in Davina's greenhouse, looking around at all the various plants and flowers the young witch had collected. You had asked Davina to meet up with you to help with a problem, one that was a bit awkward to even say out loud, but you knew that she of all people would understand.

You watched her browse through her books, trying to find the spell you had requested. After a few moments, Davina had found the page and started gathering the items needed.

"Davina?" you said.

She looked up from the table and gave you a curious look. "Yeah?"

"You don't think this is a little crazy? I mean, it's a bit of a long shot."

Davina smiled. "Not at all. I may have.... tried it myself... with Kol," she replied, looking away with a light blush.

Your eyes went wide. "Oh, my God. It worked?"

She shrugged trying to appear cool, but her mischievous grin gave away her answer. You smiled back and the two of you quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles.

After the laughter had calmed down, you looked at her questioningly. "So, how does it work?"

Davina took a seat on the couch next to you and showed you the spell she had found.

"The basic binding is actually quite simple, it's the ingredients that are tricky," she explained, "luckily I have white oak ash, and the rest should be easy to find."

You nodded and listened intently as Davina read through the list of ingredients and their uses. She began by grinding the herbs and mixing them in a bowl, followed by the white oak ash.

Once the mixture was complete, Davina took a long silk rope that you had provided and dipped it in the bowl. She held the rope above the bowl, letting the excess liquid drip off as she chanted the incantation.

"Done," Davina announced, handing you the now-dry rope. "It will keep him bound and unable to break free. You can use it any way you'd like." She grinned, giving you a knowing look.

You couldn't believe how easy it had been, that you were so close to fulfilling a long-held fantasy of yours. "Thank you, Davina. You're the best," you said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged you back, giggling as she pulled away. "One more thing, if you need to break the spell, just say 'confractus' and it will untie itself,"

You nodded, thanking her again before making your way home, the rope clutched tightly in your hand.

It was the most expensive piece of clothing you had ever purchased. It wasn't even something you could wear outside your bedroom, but damn, did it make you feel sexy.

The lingerie was a red, sheer babydoll dress with black lace trim, and it was paired with a matching thong and stockings. You had never worn anything so revealing before, but you knew Elijah would like it, and that was all that mattered.

You wanted to get him all worked up, break down the gentleman facade, make him want you so badly that he would do whatever you asked. You had been waiting for the right moment to try the rope Davina had created, and you were certain that tonight was the night.

You pulled a robe over your outfit, concealing it until the right moment. Then you sat back on your bed and texted Elijah.

"Are you free tonight?"

A few moments later, your phone vibrated.

"For you, always."

You grinned and quickly replied, "Come over."

He sent a thumbs up, and you tossed your phone aside, your nerves kept you from sitting still, and you spent the next ten minutes pacing anxiously around the room. When you finally heard a knock on the door, you jumped, startled by the sound. You took a deep breath and walked to the front of your apartment.

When you opened the door, you were greeted by a sight that made your mouth water. Elijah was dressed casually, in just a t-shirt and jeans, it was a rare sight, and one that had you practically drooling.

You stood there in silence for a moment, taking in the sight of him, until he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I come in?"

"Yes, sorry. Come in." You stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You let yourself melt into him, enjoying the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"What's this for?" You asked, teasingly tugging on his t-shirt, your hands roaming across his broad chest. "Has your dry-cleaner gone and quit on you?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I figured we would just have a quiet night in. No need for the formalities."

You nodded, your hands traveling down to his waist. You felt his body tense slightly when your fingers began to dance along the bare skin under the hem of his shirt.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," you said, looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

He raised an eyebrow and gave you a curious look. "A surprise? Well, now I'm intrigued."

You laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once inside, you turned and faced him, taking a deep breath before you began to untie your robe. But then you stopped, looking at him with a naughty smirk.

"Take off your shirt," you ordered, your voice suddenly more confident.

He looked surprised by your words, but quickly obliged, pulling the t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

"Hmmm," you smiled as your eyes traveled down his body, appreciating his toned abs and muscular arms, lingering on where a trail of dark hair disappeared into his jeans. "Now the pants."

You watched as his hands moved to unbutton his jeans. He kept his gaze locked on you, his dark eyes filled with lust. Once the pants were undone, he slowly pushed them down, revealing his black boxer briefs and the outline of his half-hard cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, but you knew this was just the beginning. As much as you wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless, you had a plan, and you were determined to stick to it.

"Get on the bed," you commanded, gesturing to the large mattress behind him.

He climbed onto the bed, sitting back against the pillows and watching you with curiosity. You untied the belt of your robe and let it fall open, revealing the sheer lingerie underneath.

Elijah's jaw dropped, his eyes widening as they traveled over your body.

"Do you like it?" You asked, teasingly running a finger along the edge of the lace trim.

He nodded, unable to speak, his cock already fully hard and straining against his underwear.

"Good, because I want you to do something for me," you said, your voice low and husky.

He nodded again, his gaze fixed on you.

"Take off your underwear and stroke your cock."

You watched him pull his boxer briefs down and wrap his large hand around his thick shaft, slowly stroking himself.

The sight of him pleasuring himself made your own arousal grow. You let your robe drop to the floor and climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs.

He groaned, his eyes never leaving your body as he continued stroking his cock.

"Darling, you are a vision," he breathed, his voice deep and raspy with desire.

You felt heat pooling between your legs, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your lingerie.

You leaned in and kissed him, your tongues battling for dominance as you moaned into his mouth. His other hand came up to grab your ass, pulling you closer.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with lust.

"Touch yourself," he growled, his lips brushing against yours.

"No," you smirked, "I have something else in mind."

You reached over and picked up the rope, which you had placed within reach on the nightstand. You watched his eyes widen, his hand stopping its movements as he stared at the rope.

"Do you want me to tie you up?" He grinned, his hand starting to stroke his cock again.

"I have something else in mind," you repeated.

Elijah raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"Hands up," you commanded, leaning back slightly to give him space.

He paused for a moment before lifting his arms above his head, resting them on the pillow behind him.

You brought the rope over his wrists, looping it around and tying them together. He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he realized what you were doing.

"I never took you for a bondage girl, darling."

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you replied, your tone playful as you pulled the rope tighter.

"Unfortunately I don't think this silk rope will hold me," he said, smirking as he tugged at the restraints.

You ignored him, continuing to tie his wrists to the headboard. Once you were satisfied with the knots, you sat back and admired your work, enjoying the way he looked helpless and at your mercy.

"Oh yeah?" You questioned, trailing a finger down his chest and abs, watching him shiver.

You slowly shrugged off one of the straps of your babydoll, letting the top slide down, exposing one breast.

His eyes fixated on your bare chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"Mmmm," you hummed, rolling the hard bud between your fingers, teasing him. Then you did the same with the other strap, pushing the top down until your breasts were completely exposed.

Elijah let out a low moan, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes burning with desire.

"Do you want to touch them daddy?" You cooed, running your hands up and down your breasts.

"Yes," he hissed, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

"Go ahead, tear the rope and touch me."

"Gladly."

He tugged at the rope, once, twice, three times. It didn't budge, much to his surprise.

"How the..." he started to say, looking up at the knotted rope.

"It's just a bit of magic," you smirked, your confidence growing as you watched him struggle.

You knew the ropes wouldn't hold him forever, but you planned on making the most of the time they did.

"Now, where were we?" You leaned forward, bringing your breasts close to his face.

He craned his neck up, trying to capture one of your nipples with his mouth, but you pulled away, denying him.

"Uh uh," you scolded, "You can look, but no touching."

You moved forward again, brushing your breast against his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, trying to suck on the hardened peak, but you kept it just out of reach.

"I will be free soon enough, little one," he growled, his eyes locking onto yours, "and when I am, you're going to be punished for teasing me."

His words sent a thrill through you, but you remained calm, refusing to show him any signs of weakness.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do, daddy?" You asked, taunting him as you rolled your hips, your wetness coating his skin.

He groaned at the sensation, his dark, lust-filled eyes watched as you began to touch his body, teasing and tormenting him.

You raked your nails down his chest and abs, earning a hiss of pleasure. You licked a hot stripe up his neck, biting his earlobe before moving to his lips. You kissed him roughly, your teeth grazing his lower lip, and he moaned, deepening the kiss.

Your hand went to his cock, stroking it slowly as he tried to buck his hips into your touch. You pulled back, smirking at him.

"You're not going to come until I say you can, understood?"

"Yes, my dear," he breathed, his eyes closing in pleasure as you tightened your grip on his shaft.

"Good boy."

You kissed him again, your tongues dancing together as you pumped his cock. He moaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting upwards, desperate for release.

You broke the kiss, looking down at him with a smirk. You couldn't wait any longer, you had to have him.

You positioned yourself over his throbbing member, lining him up with your entrance. You felt a flash of nervousness, not knowing how well you would be able to take him, but the excitement overrode the anxiety.

You lowered yourself down slowly, his thick cock stretching you open, filling you inch by inch.

"Fuck, Elijah," you moaned, burying your face into the crook of his neck, the feeling of him buried so deep, making your legs shake.

He hummed, his biceps straining against the rope as he struggled to break free. You placed your hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you began to ride him.

You knew right away that you were in trouble. Usually Elijah would take the lead, getting you all wet and worked up, he always took his time, and the pleasure he brought was slow and delicious.

But this, being on top and having all the control, was something you hadn't experienced before. It was intense, and you weren't sure if you could handle it.

Your thighs were burning as you lifted yourself up and down, but you were determined to keep going. Your eyes met his and the sight of his pupils blown wide with desire was enough encouragement for you to continue.

You rode him faster, your breath coming in short gasps. You were getting close, so close, but it was somehow all too much and not enough. You didn't think it would be this much work, and you could feel your energy waning.

It was a terrible feeling, finally getting what you wanted and being disappointed by it. You had been so confident, but now your thighs were burning and you were struggling to keep up a steady rhythm.

You looked at the ropes, seeing that they were still secure. There was no way you would be able to finish this yourself. You were going to need help.

"Eli," you whimpered, your nails digging into his chest.

"Yes, my dear," he groaned.

"I-I'm not sure... If I can keep going," you admitted, panting as you struggled to continue, a frustrated tear rolling down your cheek.

"Well, I'm still quite enjoying myself. You look absolutely exquisite like this," he teased, his eyes roaming your body.

"Elijah," you whined, "please. I-I can't."

He gave you a knowing smirk. "If you can't keep up, maybe I should be the one in charge."

"Please," you begged, your face flushing as the humiliation of being denied what you wanted so badly washed over you.

"You created this problem for yourself, little one," he reminded, "but luckily, I'm in a giving mood."

You nodded, grateful that he was willing to help you, even if he did enjoy teasing you about it. You reached up and undid the knots, releasing his hands from their restraints.

As soon as his hands were free, Elijah gripped your hips, flipping you over so he was on top. You yelped in surprise, the sudden change in position leaving you breathless.

"You are such a good girl," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "So eager to please."

He kissed you hungrily, his hands exploring your body, his fingers tugging at the hem of your lingerie.

"And this," he murmured against your lips, "is very pretty. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to tear it."

Before you could protest, he ripped the babydoll in half, exposing your entire body to him. He tossed the torn fabric aside, his dark eyes roaming your naked form.

"But it was expensive," you half-protested, even though you were throbbing at the gesture of dominance and disregard.

He growled and pinched your nipple, earning a sharp gasp, then he soothed it with a swirl of his tongue, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"How much did that little magical rope cost you?"

You shuddered, already realizing this was the price you had to pay. You knew he would punish you for this stunt and it turned you on more.

"N-nothing, it was a favor from a friend," you muttered.

He didn't like the vagueness of your answer and took the rope and tied it around your wrists as he started kissing you again, your tongue clashing with his, while his large hand roamed your body, tweaking your nipples, earning a soft moan, and then traveling down south, running his fingertips along your skin, teasing and tickling you softly.

"You are going to do exactly as I say now, understood?" he mumbled against your skin.

"Y-Yes, Daddy," you whined, already desperately bucking against his hand.

Elijah released you, flipping you onto your stomach and dragging you to the head of the bed, tying the rope to the headboard so your arms are stretched high over your head. You were on your knees, and completely under his power.

You heard him rummaging around in his dresser and your heart began beating quickly from nervousness and excitement.

He kissed the back of your neck, the heat of his body warming you, and causing goosebumps to cover your skin. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you and you instinctively arched into his embrace.

"My sweet pet, are you ready to be punished?" he asked as he held one of his ties in front of your face, "Do you have a safe word?"

Your mind raced as he put the tie over your eyes. You quickly selected a word, just in case you needed it, though you sincerely doubted that would happen. Even when he was dominant like this, he always put your pleasure first, but you wanted him to believe you were scared.

"Coffee."

"Excellent," he replied as the smooth fabric was tied tightly around your head.

You tried to lean forward but couldn't move an inch with the rope around your wrists. This rope has successfully restrained Elijah, there was no way you were getting free until he cut you loose.

"I must say… that magic rope is quite a dangerous weapon, a threat to my family." He whispered against your ear, a hint of danger in his voice, sending an excited tingle through you.

You suddenly felt his strong hand wrap tightly around your neck. He wasn't squeezing yet but he was definitely letting you know who's in charge.

"You and I both know how I handle threats to my family," he said, pressing a kiss against your neck.

A moan escaped your lips and you could hear him chuckle. You were so wound up, you weren't sure how long you could take this.

"Stay quiet," Elijah commanded.

As if in punishment, he withdrew his hand from your throat, and you almost immediately missed the feeling of his warm hand against you. A sudden slap to your ass made your body jolt.

It burned from the force of it, his large, powerful palm practically covering your entire cheek. Every sensation was heightened by the tie around your eyes and you felt your whole body heating up, your blood rushing in anticipation of what was to come.

He hit you again, on the same cheek, harder than the last time. The sound of his hand hitting your flesh seemed to fill the room. Tears pooled in your covered eyes, the burning sensation making your body hum in pleasure, mixed with a bit of pain.

You weren't sure if you could handle one more of his heavy-handed swats. Your arms hurt from being pulled high above your head, and your wrists were already chafing.

You heard him reach into your night stand, searching for something that would bring you a different kind of pain. He found what he was looking for, trailing it down your spine. It was cold and smooth, and it made your stomach drop when you realized what it was.

"Eli- wait," you protested, none of this night was going to plan, but this? You had fantasized about it, sure, but this was-

Your mind went blank when he pushed it inside you, and without mercy, he switched it on. It buzzed to life and the sudden onslaught of the vibrations made your legs shake uncontrollably, your wrists burning slightly as you pulled on them.

It was like you were filled with electricity. And the noises you were making? They were a mix of moans and pleas for release, your body already nearing its limit.

His hand was gone, no more spanking and yet- the buzzing didn't stop, you had no release in sight and that's when you realized your mistake. He wasn't going to let you finish, the intention to drive you near your peak only to take you back down.

It was torture.

And you were absolutely loving it.

The minutes seem to tick by, maybe hours. Who knows anymore. All you're aware of is your trembling thighs, sweat glistening your back and your voice, cracking slightly as you scream and moan, writhing at the touch of his hand, then the hard buzzing once again.

"Hmm, we've never tried this setting before," he mused.

"Please Eli-"

He increased the intensity, a loud buzz echoing the room, and a series of vulgar curses escaping your lips, making him laugh.

The vibrator inside you was now pulsing at a rapid pace, the pleasure blinding, building, and there's nothing you can do to prevent the inevitable.

"Don't you dare come," he ordered.

"I can't-" you began, already starting to crumble under his control.

He gave the end of the vibrator a small twist and it hit a new spot that was pure euphoria. You tried to hold on, but it was impossible, your vision went white as an orgasm rocked through you, stealing your breath away, and all of the pent up tension that was burning in the depths of your core.

You let out an ecstasy-laced scream, every fiber in you igniting, every nerve firing at once as an immense surge of pleasure washed through your trembling body, shaking you to the core.

In that moment there was only bliss. The kind of sweet bliss that washes over your exhausted form, turning your limbs to rubber and melting your insides.

Your wrists ached, and you expected Elijah to untie you, but he had gone perfectly still behind you. Your heart began to race, suddenly filled with worry about whether he had become angered by your release. You honestly couldn't undergo another round of his erotic torture and live through it.

The silence and inaction was far worse than any punishment and you felt fear creep up your neck. Suddenly the vibrator turned back on at the max setting and his hand came down hard on your ass once again, leaving it stinging and burning, and tears brimming your lids, even as your body reacted with arousal.

You weren't even sure if your wrists could survive another round and it didn't help that the orgasm had made you sensitive to the point of numbness, but you can already feel your legs shaking, threatening to buckle underneath your exhausted form.

"Daddy, please I can't. I'll pass-" you started, the warning cut off with another slap.

You couldn't do it anymore, your wrists hurt more than the spanking. You remembered Davina had said that the rope could be undone with one word from you. Just as another spank was about to rain down, you rasped out 'confractus' and the rope fell off your wrists. You didn't waste a second, the moment you felt your hands free, you were tugging the blindfold down and pulling the vibrator out of you, tossing it across the bed and collapsing.

Elijah looked a bit shocked by your sudden escape, but that didn't stop him. With you no longer held in the bindings, he took it as another reason to keep punishing you and he grabbed your hips and pulled you underneath him.

His eyes were hard and wild, almost black, and his lips were curled up in a delicious smirk as he locked eyes with yours. The blindfold was held tight against your neck with one hand, keeping the pressure just enough to cause slight discomfort.

But then his eyes flicked to your wrists and the damage that had been done. The burns were deep, almost red and his demeanor changed instantly. His expression went soft, filled with remorse, but his dark, lust-filled eyes didn't change, still heated and primal, and needing release.

"I sometimes forget how delicate you are," he said softly, taking one of your wrists into his hand and giving a gentle kiss.

You flinched a little from the sting of it, watching his apology fill his eyes. You knew his guilt and self loathing was about to start, but before he could pull away, you reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and smashed your lips against his.

"I love when you get like this Eli," you admitted as the kiss broke, "Punishing me, fucking me, owning me. So don't start beating yourself up."

His response was an immediate hot sigh against your lips, relieved that he didn't hurt you.

"You do like the attention, do you?" he teased lightly, nuzzling your nose.

You nod, giving another kiss to the tip of his nose. "Always, but can you make this punishment worth it? It better end in a long, hot shower together or I might pass out," you whispered with a cheeky smile.

His shoulders shook from a silent laugh and his arms moved to either side of your face, caging you in with his warm presence, and you couldn't help the blush that spread through your cheeks as the emotion on his face flickered between the self-hating Elijah to the sweet one that you were in love with.

He ran his hand down your leg, then he lifted your thigh and held it against his hip and slowly, gently eased himself inside you. His lips were inches from and you couldn't look away. His eyes had softened now, and your heart melted at the devotion in them, only meant for you.

He slid his hand to the back of your neck as you clung to his shoulder, meeting him thrust for thrust as the pace gradually quickened. Your toes curled as waves of pleasure washed over you, but you held on this time, waiting for his permission, wanting to find release together.

His lips caressed your neck, his breathing ragged, and his movements became more erratic as his own control began to slip. The low, animalistic sounds rumbling in his chest nearly set you off, but somehow you managed to hang on.

Your mind is a fog, filled with everything Elijah; his smell, his warmth, the feeling of his skin against yours, the sound of his heavy breath, his low voice in your ear, his hips moving in a perfect tempo. It was overwhelming, dizzying, and intoxicating. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out, especially with the way he was whispering your name like a prayer.

Your legs began to tremble again, Elijah knew you were close, and you were being so good for him. He could see the effort your restraint required in the furrow of your brow and the desperation in your eyes, he saw it in the twitching of your fingers and he felt the small spams from the place the two of you are joined.

"You've been such a good girl, come for me sweetheart," he cooed, nipping at your ear.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back. It felt like the earth beneath you cracked open and molten pleasure coursed through your veins, pouring into every cell and nerve, bathing you in absolute bliss.

Elijah kept rocking, dragging out your orgasm and making his own release finally explode throughout every part of him. As the both of you shook from pleasure, he didn't stop kissing you, kissing your cheeks, neck, and nose as the both of you tried to calm down. You clung to his biceps, relishing his touch, trying to calm down your raging heartbeat.

He released you and flipped onto his back, tugging you along, and making sure that you stayed close. You cuddled into his side, giving his chest small, gentle kisses.

He took your wrist, seeing the faint redness where the rope had burned your skin and gave it another tender kiss.

"Don't tell Klaus about the rope, he would not be very pleased to know you and Davina are making weapons behind his back, love."

You snorted and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, "how did you know it was Davina?"

He chuckled and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Call it an educated guess," he teased and his hand playfully smacked your butt.

You both gave out a little chuckle before falling back into a comfortable silence. Your body had officially given out on you and exhaustion had taken over your form.

Elijah lifted you up out of bed and brought you to the shower, making sure that you were clean of any sticky sweat or traces of what had gone down moments ago. He wrapped his strong arms around you once you were dressed and both cleaned, bringing the covers around both of your bodies before kissing your forehead, and drifting off to sleep, holding you possessively against him.

This night didn't go as you planned, but you did not regret a thing.

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Servamp chapter 141 translation "That day, I became a Shura"

READ ON MANGADEX! Keep reading for translation notes.

Translation notes

Oh boy, I hope my explanation will be understood.

So, in Japanese Mikuni uses the words 御託 and 御託宣 and hopefully I managed to make a distinction between them because if you have noticed it's the same word but the latter has one more kanji.

御託宣 (gotakusen), has the meanings: oracle; revelation; divine message. 御託 (gotaku) referred to words of great importance or authoritative statements. The last kanji 宣 is more commonly seen in official or public contexts and has the meaning of "declaration"

While 御託宣 is the original term for a divine message,

御託 in modern Japanese is used more commonly in a negative sense with the meaning of pretentious talk.

Misono's spell is pretty awesome if he can nullify magic and illusions. His incantation is based on Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass, however in regard to the names, I couldn't find references...Perhaps some of you might know? What do you think is the meaning of "Good Morning Hollow?"

Tsubaki doesn't specify what he wants Sensei to do for his little sister.

When sentences end with the particle を (wo), which marks the direct object, the verb is implied from context. Tsubaki wanted his little sister to be happy and based on that, I translated "Sensei, give "Tsubaki..." Since he doesn't finish his sentence, I wanted it to be understood as "Give Tsubaki happiness". I hope I made sense!

The chipped bowl is a reference to Kenji Miyazawa's poem, "The Morning of the Last Farewell" dedicated to his sister.

There's another poem called "Spring and Asura (mental sketch modified)" that Tsubaki quotes in chapter 57.5 that you can read here (the chapter is in volume 12). So yeah, let me know what you thought about this chapter!

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“Per terram et aquam, aerem et per ignem, hoc tibi praecipio, sana vulnera perfida, et quae infracta sunt corrige, et hanc animam de morte capias salva.”

The incantation had been a hefty loop on your lips, whispered just beneath your breath as you continued to clasp Frank’s limp hand in between your own. 

Tears threatened to roll down your cheeks as the memory of how Curtis had shown up with him at the brink of death and begging for you to save him where his own skills wouldn’t reach, flashed in your mind once more. 

Laying sprawled out on your dining table, the gentle wind from the nearby open window played with the flame flicking on the tip of the candle that was lit above his head. A line of dirt curved all the way around his body, only to be broken up by the bowl of water by his feet, as well as the fire above his crown. 

It wasn’t till the night was nearly through and the sun began to threaten its return that it worked. 

With a painful gasp of air, the deep brown eyes of the man on the table snapped open. A violent cough tore through his form as you finally ceased your chant. 

“Holy shit,” Curtis jumped in his seat, swiftly rushing to the side of his friend, “it actually worked!” 

Still in a coughing fit, Frank’s vision darted around as he uttered, “what the fuck happened, where–,” but then his wild eyes landed on you, “…Y/n?” 

Unable to let go of his hand even though it no longer was needed, your heartbeat thumped in your ears as you breathed, “hey…” 

Pulling up his stethoscope, Curtis began to do a swift exam as he filled in, “Frank, you almost died, or well, you kinda did for a second there before I managed to get you here, get you to her,” he gestured up to you. 

As he glanced back over at you, the words that flowed from your lips were nearly too quiet for his ears to pick up, “I told you I’d repay the favour one day.” 

He didn’t say a word, only stared back at you, utterly stunned as he struggled to process everything. Though when his gaze flickered down to look at your hands still tightly enveloping one of his, you finally noticed it as well and nearly dropped it like a hot piece of coal as your cheeks were set ablaze as well. 

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Cleansing Methods for Magickal Items

Before using a magickal item it is suggested that you clear away any existing negativity and/or personal energies.

You never know who may have handled it. Most items will require a single cleansing before being ready to properly use.

However, some items may retain lingering unhelpful energies even after a cleansing method is performed.

Items inherited from another person who had it in their possession for an extended period, or items previously charged and used for specific purposes may be more difficult to cleanse.

If one application doesn’t do the trick, repeat the process. If that is still not sufficient, try a second method.

Please be mindful of closed practices when performing these techniques. Always check and research before choosing a cleansing method.

Remember to use logical means when determining which method would work the best for the situation.

Keep in mind, there are stones that can be damaged by submerging them in water.

Metals may be damaged by salt.

Lightly colored quartz, amethyst, and other stones may lose all or a portion of their color and energy when they are left in direct sunlight.

The least damaging methods of cleansing include direct moonlight, sound manipulation, and using your own personal energy.

Smoke Cleansing – This has been used for a long time. Smoke from dried herbs bundled together, candles, or incense are widely used today. Using the smoke pass it over and surround the item while focusing on sending any negative energy away allowing it to become neutralized. Incantations may be used in conjunction. Deities, Elementals, or other spirits may be called to assist if needed.

Water – Submerge or sprinkle water over items while focusing on your intent to cleanse the item of unwanted energies. Remember to be sure that the item can handle water. The best resources come from natural bodies of water including rainwater, creeks, rivers, and the ocean.

Sea Salt – Make certain that the salt will not be damaging beforehand, bury it in the salt and leave it for a few hours or a few days. This lets the salt absorb the unwanted energy.

Sunlight – Bathe the item under direct sunlight making certain there will be no damage warranted. Leave the item there allowing the solar energies to properly cleanse.

Moonlight – After sunset place the item under the moonlight. Bring it back in prior to sunrise allowing the lunar energies cleanse away any unwanted energies.

High Vibration Sounds – Try using your favorite music to turn up loud. When applicable use Tibetan Singing bowls, lead crystal bowls, gongs, drums, or tuning forks.

Pyramid Energy – Items can be placed under or inside charged pyramids meant for cleansing and protection returning the item to a neutral state.

Personal Energy – Use your own personal energy to cleanse items in question. This method is generally safe for every item. This can be intensive for some depending upon the quantity and quality of energies needing to be pushed away.

Charged Crystals – There are some crystals that can be used to strip away unwanted energies having the natural ability to do so. Amethyst crystals excel at this. Items may be placed on larger crystals or have smaller crystals set on or around the item to properly cleanse.

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The Final Hurdle Spell

This is a how-to/insight on how to cast my most recently created spell.

Ingredients:

✨ Black and Purple Candles

✨ Cloves

✨ Cinnamon

✨ Sage

✨ Purple Daisies

✨ Lillies

✨ Fluorite

✨ Amazonite

✨ Citrine

✨ Amethyst

✨ Hematite

✨ Clear Quartz

✨ Black Tea

✨ Twine

First, place your purple candle in the middle of your area and carve the initial of the person this spell is meant for.

After this, tie your twine into a circle large enough to wrap around all of your candles and the rest to come! Make sure it’s completely secure at the end of the spell and circling your entire work-space. This is to focus the energy from the spell, and, in my case, it's always worked the way I wanted it to.

Then gather your stones that give off the energy you’re looking for. I used Fluorite, Amazonite, Amethyst, Citrine, Hematite, and Clear Quartz. Place these in a circle around a small bowl.

Now put your black tea in said bowl and add water.

Crush your cloves and sage (and cinnamon if you’re using a powdered version) in a mortar and pestle. Once blended fully, add this mixture into your bowl with black tea and stir. I used a cinnamon stick from my local grocery store and used it to stir my blend as well as sit in the bowl for the whole spell.

Place your flowers, in my case daisies and lilies, on each side of your candles.

Now light all your candles and whisper this incantation to your main candle: "Triumph is near, There is nothing to fear. You will not fail, you will not miss, You will end up with nothing but bliss."

Let this burn for as long as you feel like it should.

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Ghost Hex

A devious hex that causes the target to become the victim of an unsettled spirit's torment. This spirit will be attached to them and once done, this hex is difficult to undo.

Needed:

• Bowl

• 1 tsp red pepper

• 1tsp poppy seeds

• Black cloth (one piece, enough to cover the inside of the bowl)

• Small dish

• 3 tsp salt or 5 quartz crystals

Instructions:

Line the inside of the bowl with black cloth and add the red pepper and poppy flakes. Place the bowl on the South end of the altar space (closest to you). Place the small dish in the center of the altar space, place the salt/quartz around the dish in a circle, then fill it with water. Visualize a white light emanating from the small dish, protecting you; then chant: "Your power is useless, my defenses are not down, and I shall not be moved or turned around". For the bowl containing the cloth and herbs, imagine black ash pouring outward from within the bowl. Imagine it building up more and more, you may even begin to smell smoke and/or feel hot/cold/tingling sensations, now imagine the source of the ash coming up from the bowl. Recite the following incantation: "Hexiaus, Drexious, Amen", then say your target's full name 3 times. Finally, imagine the ash mass flying upward and away to your target and the white light consuming your home and being, purifying it of any negative energy. The ritual is now complete.