#it was so bad this time curse you lunar blood ritual

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

incredible way to start a new year: in literal physical agony

[nicolettesdreamworld]

Bound by moonlight

I had this idea last night so decided to write it. I'm not sure if this will become more part series or just a little cute short story so let me know if you maybe want me to continue it! Hope you enjoy!

The full moon holds significance across countless cultures. In Chinese traditions, it symbolizes family unity and yin energy. To Hindus, the full moon is sacred, a celestial witness to rituals like Guru Purnima, honouring those who illuminate the path to wisdom. The Japanese gaze at the autumn moon as a poignant emblem of impermanence. For Muslims, it marks the heart of the lunar month. And for the Celts and pagans, the full moon brims with ancient power, a beacon for magic and spiritual awakening.

The poets and artists of the ages have romanticized its silver glow, spinning it into a symbol of love, mystery, and longing.

But for Nicolette, the full moon was neither sacred nor beautiful.

It was chaos.

Each month, the moon’s rise heralded her undoing. Beneath its unyielding gaze, her body would break, shift, and reform into a creature of instinct. A wolf born of rage and primal energy. And though her senses sharpened, her mind became a blank canvas, void of reason, void of memory.

What she did in those dark hours—those fleeting moments when she surrendered to her wolf—was a mystery. It was her blessing, perhaps, that she never remembered.

But it was also her curse.

Because each morning, she awoke to the aftermath: torn clothes, muddy footprints, and whispers of terror she could not trace. And so, the full moon wasn’t poetry to her, it was a thief, stealing her control, her sanity, and the fragile peace she clung to.

And tonight, as the moon climbed higher into the midnight sky, Nicolette felt it again—the pull, the promise, and the curse.

She had been trapped in this endless cycle ever since that night.

It had started so innocently, a joyful evening meant to celebrate a milestone in her life. She’d finally earned her driver’s license, and her parents couldn’t have been prouder. They decided on dinner to mark the occasion. She couldn’t even recall whose idea it was to order some wine, the casual suggestion that, since she could drive now, they could indulge just a little and she could drive them home. It wasn't like she was old enough to drink anyway.

But what seemed like a harmless decision turned out to be fatal.

The memory had grown hazy over the years, softened around the edges like a photograph left too long in the sun. She could barely piece it together now—the blinding lights of the oncoming car, the screeching metal, the jarring pain that stole her breath. Then the sterile, suffocating smell of the hospital. The rhythmic beeping of machines punctuating the silence of her grief.

And finally, the words. The ones that shattered what little remained of her world. You survived. They didn’t.

The pain of their loss had been unbearable, a wound that time refused to heal. But worse still was what came after.

When she first turned, she had no idea what was happening. She thought the grief and guilt had finally consumed her mind. The agony of the transformation had been unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Her body twisting and breaking, muscles contorting as something ancient and primal clawed its way to the surface.

She woke naked and trembling in the middle of the woods, her skin streaked with dirt and blood. The confusion had been bad enough. The horror came later, when she heard the news: a group of tourists had been slaughtered in the forest that night. Torn apart by some wild animal.

It didn’t take long for her to connect the pieces.

She was sixteen then—just a child, really. A child who had to learn, alone and terrified, what she had become.

Now, at twenty-three, Nicolette had learned how to survive. She knew how to chain herself up when the full moon rose, how to isolate herself far from civilization. She understood the curse that coursed through her veins.

But that didn’t mean she’d accepted it.

The full moon still terrified her. It always would.

And tonight, as it began its slow ascent into the night sky, she felt the familiar dread settle into her chest. The ache of anticipation, the promise of pain.

She hated it. Hated the moon, hated herself. Hated the monster she became when its light consumed her.

But no amount of hatred could change the truth. The moon didn’t care.

Klaus was at the Mikaelson manor, seated in the dim glow of the living room, a glass of bourbon cradled lazily in his hand. The firelight flickered across his sharp features, casting shadows that danced with an almost menacing rhythm. He stared into the flames, his expression a familiar mix of brooding and defiance. For Klaus Mikaelson, self-pity was as much a pastime as it was an art form.

He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, debating whether he should pour another, knowing full well he would. But just as his hand moved toward the decanter, a faint sound disrupted the silence.

A scratching at the front door.

His brow furrowed, the irritation immediate. Who in bloody hell dares disturb me at this hour? he thought, rising from his chair with an air of both annoyance and intrigue. His steps were slow, deliberate, as he approached the door. Whoever or whatever was foolish enough to trespass on his doorstep was about to be sorely reminded why the Mikaelson name inspired fear.

He leaned closer, peering through the peephole.

What he saw gave him pause.

A wolf. But not just any wolf.

This creature was larger than any ordinary wolf, its powerful frame illuminated faintly by the moonlight. That alone was enough to spark suspicion—Klaus knew the difference between a wild animal and one cursed by the moon. It had to be a werewolf.

But what werewolf would dare show up at his front door?

Its fur was a pristine white, almost glowing against the darkness, and its eyes… pale blue, piercing, as if they could see through him. A flicker of recognition stirred in Klaus’s chest, though he couldn’t explain why. What unsettled him most was the way it stood there, perfectly still, its gaze unyielding.

He couldn’t see its eyes clearly from the peephole, yet somehow, inexplicably, he felt as though the wolf was staring right back at him.

His instincts screamed caution. Logic dictated he should turn away, that this was some foolish trap, some scheme to provoke him.

But curiosity, that old, dangerous friend of his, had other plans.

Against his better judgment, Klaus opened the door.

The wolf didn’t flinch. It merely stood there, its gaze locked on his, as though waiting for something. A challenge, perhaps. Or an invitation.

Klaus stepped forward, his movements deliberate but not without caution. He knelt slowly, his gaze never leaving the wolf’s. He hadn’t survived centuries of betrayal by being careless, but there was something in those pale blue eyes that stilled his wariness.

Tentatively, he reached out. His fingers brushed its fur, and he was startled by the sensation. It was soft. Softer than he’d imagined. Like silk.

For a moment, he simply stayed there, kneeling before the creature, his hand resting on its fur. It didn’t move. It didn’t snarl or growl. It only watched him with those unyielding eyes.

"Who are you?" Klaus mumbled, his voice low and hesitant.

The wolf tilted its head at his words, its pale blue eyes unblinking as it continued to watch him. Klaus exhaled sharply, shaking his head at himself. As if it’s going to answer, he thought, a dry smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Right," he muttered under his breath, his hand absently stroking the soft fur between the wolf’s ears. It was strange, absurd really, but oddly soothing. "Are you hurt?" he asked, tilting his head as if searching for signs of injury.

The wolf didn’t flinch, didn’t even whimper. If anything, it seemed… calm. Far too calm, considering it was in the presence of the infamous Klaus Mikaelson.

He should have been suspicious. Any other time, he would have been suspicious. But tonight? For reasons he couldn’t quite name, his usually hypervigilant mind remained uncharacteristically quiet.

"Do you maybe want some water? Something to eat?" Klaus asked, his voice softening in a way that surprised even him.

The wolf gave no response—just that same steady, unyielding gaze.

"Very well," he sighed, pulling his hand back and rising to his feet. He gestured toward the doorway. "Come on in."

To his surprise, and mild amusement, the wolf actually obeyed, padding into the house without hesitation. Its movements were graceful, deliberate, and eerily quiet, like a predator who knew its strength and had no need to flaunt it.

Klaus led the way to the kitchen, his mind racing with questions even as his hands moved on autopilot. He grabbed a bowl and filled it with water, then retrieved some raw meat from the fridge, placing it neatly into another dish.

Setting both bowls down on the floor, he glanced back at the wolf, who had followed him and now stood watching him intently, as though waiting for something.

"You know," Klaus said, a dry chuckle escaping him as he straightened up, "I usually don’t let my guests eat on the floor, but…" He trailed off, shaking his head.

The wolf didn’t seem to mind. It leaned down and began eating, its movements as composed as they were deliberate.

Klaus crossed his arms, leaning casually against the counter as he observed the strange scene before him.

"I must be losing my mind," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "Why am I talking to you? And, more importantly, why in bloody hell did I invite you inside and serve you dinner?"

The wolf, naturally, didn’t respond. It simply kept eating, its pale blue eyes flicking up to meet his now and then, as if it understood every word.

And for reasons Klaus couldn’t explain, the wolf’s silent gaze didn’t unnerve him. If anything, it intrigued him.

When the wolf finished eating, it let out a wide, lazy yawn, its jaw stretching in a way that made Klaus smirk.

"Oh, so now you're tired, are you?" he said, his tone laced with amusement. The sheer absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on him, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, he didn’t mind it.

The wolf padded over to him, its movements unhurried, and nudged his hand with its snoot. Klaus chuckled at the gesture, shaking his head as his fingers instinctively reached out to rub behind its ear.

"You know," he began, his voice softening, "you’re quite adorable, little wolf. Not exactly a word I throw around often, but there it is."

The wolf tilted its head again, that curious expression making Klaus laugh under his breath.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his fingers brushing the fur along its jawline. "Do you want to sleep?"

In response, the wolf licked his hand, its warm, wet tongue startling him just enough to make him laugh again.

"Well, aren’t you full of surprises," Klaus mused, rising to his feet. He gestured toward the living room. "Come on, then."

The wolf followed him obediently, its steps silent against the hardwood floors. Klaus sank onto the couch, stretching one arm along the backrest, and patted the cushion beside him.

"Here," he said, his voice almost teasing. "A royal invitation, no less."

To his continued astonishment, the wolf leapt up onto the couch with the ease of a cat, settling beside him. It turned its head to study him, then glanced at the blanket draped over the armrest.

Klaus raised a brow, watching as the wolf gently bit down on the blanket and tossed it into his lap.

"Oh, now you want me to cover you, do you?" he asked, a bemused smirk tugging at his lips.

The wolf nudged him again with its snoot, an unmistakable hurry up gesture.

Klaus couldn’t help but chuckle. "You really are an unusual wolf, I’ll give you that."

He picked up the blanket, careful not to make it seem like he was trapping the creature, and laid it over the wolf’s body. As if on cue, the wolf shifted, curling up against him and resting its head in his lap.

"Comfortable, are we?" Klaus asked, his voice softer now, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the strange peace that had settled over the room.

The wolf closed its eyes, its breathing slowing as Klaus’s hand drifted to its back. He stroked the silky fur absentmindedly, his own tension easing with every rhythmic movement.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the room bathed in warm light. For the first time in what felt like years, Klaus Mikaelson didn’t feel alone.

And as the wolf’s breathing evened out, its chest rising and falling steadily, Klaus found himself smiling—a quiet, genuine smile that no one else would have believed him capable of.

"Sweet dreams, little wolf," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus had watched the wolf for hours, his hand still resting gently on its back. There was something hypnotic about the rise and fall of its breathing, the way it had curled so trustingly into him. Eventually, even the mighty Klaus Mikaelson succumbed to the pull of sleep.

It was just before dawn when the wolf began to change. The transformation was silent, graceful in a way that defied the usual violent contortions Klaus associated with werewolves. Fur receded, bones reshaped, and in place of the white wolf lay a girl—her head still resting on his lap, her body covered only by the blanket.

Neither stirred.

It wasn’t until hours later, when the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, that Nicolette woke.

Her eyes fluttered open, her mind groggy, but it took only seconds for panic to set in. She wasn’t outside. She wasn’t in the woods. She was in a house she didn’t recognize, lying on the lap of a stranger.

Her breath caught in her throat as she scrambled back, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest. The sudden movement jolted Klaus awake, his blue-green eyes snapping open.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Nicolette was the first to break the silence. "Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to sound firm.

Klaus stared at her, his expression unreadable but tinged with a faint amusement. His gaze lingered, as if trying to piece together how the wolf from last night had become the girl before him.

"So you really are a werewolf," he said finally, completely ignoring her question.

Nicolette frowned, clutching the blanket tighter as she sat up straighter. "I asked you a question!" she said, her voice a mix of fear and defiance.

"And I ignored it," Klaus replied smoothly, his smirk growing. "But fine. I’m Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson. And you are?"

Her breath hitched at the name. "You’re the hybrid," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"In the flesh," he replied, his smirk now a full grin.

Nicolette’s eyes widened as she tried to make sense of the situation. "Did you kidnap me?" she asked, her voice rising with a mix of fear and accusation. "Is that how I ended up here?"

"Kidnap you?" Klaus echoed, offended by the very suggestion. "I’ll have you know, you came to my doorstep."

She blinked, her frown deepening as she processed his words.

Before she could respond, Klaus stood and began walking toward the hallway, his movements unhurried and unconcerned.

"Hey!" Nicolette called after him, clutching the blanket as she rose to her feet. "Where are you going?"

"To get you some clothes," Klaus replied over his shoulder, his tone casual. Then, with a glance back at her and a hint of that devilish smirk, he added, "Unless, of course, you’d prefer to continue this conversation in your little blanket ensemble."

Nicolette flushed, her grip on the blanket tightening as she glared at him. But Klaus had already disappeared into the next room, leaving her to process everything that had just happened.

Soon enough, Klaus returned with a black henley and a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring, the kind of casual clothes he probably didn’t wear often, but somehow they still looked good on him. He pointed toward a bathroom down the hall. "You can change in there," he said, his voice casual, as if the world hadn’t just shifted beneath their feet.

Nicolette took the clothes in silence, the weight of the situation pressing down on her. She didn’t trust herself to speak, not when her mind was still reeling. She changed quickly, the unfamiliar clothes feeling both comfortable and strange against her skin. When she emerged, Klaus was lounging on the sofa as if nothing had happened, a glass of bourbon in his hand and a faint smirk on his lips.

"It makes no sense," Nicolette said, her voice tight as she handed him the folded blanket. Her eyes didn’t leave his face, searching for any hint of an explanation, anything that might make sense of the madness of the night.

Klaus glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "What’s making no sense, love?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, frustration and confusion boiling within her. "When I turn, I run around ripping anything and anyone that comes into my way to shreds. I don’t come to stranger’s homes for belly rubs."

Klaus’s smirk only deepened. "Well, I don’t know what to tell you, little wolf. You came here, ate some food, nudged me until I rubbed you, and then fell asleep in my lap." He shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Nicolette glared at him, shaking her head. "Wolves don’t act this way… especially around you."

"You wound me," Klaus said, a mock look of offense crossing his face, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and she turned away, shaking her head. "The only way it would make sense is if you were my—"

Her voice faltered, the word hanging in the air between them, thick with unspoken possibilities.

"Your what, love? Finish the sentence," Klaus prompted, his voice low, as if he already knew where this was going.

She froze, her mind rejecting the thought. "No, there has to be another explanation," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but it lacked conviction.

Klaus leaned forward, his expression all too knowing. "No, you started it… now continue."

Her pulse quickened. "It’s stupid," she muttered, but Klaus’s piercing gaze never wavered.

"I highly doubt that," he said, his voice dripping with the kind of confidence that could only belong to someone who had lived for centuries.

Nicolette swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. She took a breath and met his gaze. "How much do you know about werewolf folklore?" she asked, the question feeling heavy on her tongue.

Klaus didn’t hesitate. "You mean how much do I know about mates?" He raised a brow, the words cutting through the air like a blade.

Her breath hitched, and her heart skipped a beat. "Yes," she whispered, barely able to process the realization herself.

"Enough to know where you’re going with this," Klaus said, his tone surprisingly light.

Nicolette couldn’t help the frustration that bubbled up in her chest. "How are you so calm?" she asked, genuinely baffled.

Klaus stood up from the couch and made his way toward her, his footsteps measured and deliberate. "Because it has already crossed my mind," he said, his voice low but steady, the kind of calm that only centuries of experience could foster.

She shot him a puzzled look, but Klaus simply shrugged. "Your inner wolf sought me out. It craved my closeness and was calm around me. And for some reason, I felt calm as well. Doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together, love."

Nicolette shook her head, the idea still feeling like it couldn’t possibly be true. "There’s no way you’re my mate," she said, the words sounding almost ridiculous coming out of her own mouth.

"And why is that?" Klaus asked, an amused glint in his eyes.

"Because it’s insane," she replied quickly, but as soon as the words left her, she realized something: she wasn’t freaking out. The weight of the situation should’ve sent her into a spiral of panic, but she was calm. Too calm.

Klaus smirked, his eyes glinting with that knowing look of his. "I think we’ve both seen stranger things happen, haven’t we?"

She turned away slightly, running a hand through her hair, as if trying to process everything. "I feel like I should freak out," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Why do I feel so calm?"

Klaus took a step closer, his voice quiet yet unwavering. "Because your inner wolf recognizes my inner wolf."

It hit her then, like a wave crashing over her. Her body still felt foreign to her, caught between disbelief and undeniable truth. "So... you’re my mate," she murmured, almost as if she were talking to herself.

"That I am, love. And you’re mine," Klaus said, his tone final, matter-of-fact, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Nicolette looked at him, her mind still trying to catch up with the words. "How did I end up as a mate to the Original Hybrid?" she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Klaus chuckled softly, a rich sound that made her feel something stir deep inside her. "Beats me, love," he said, his grin widening.

She shook her head, still unsure of everything, but there was a strange comfort in his certainty, in the way he spoke, as if it was simply meant to be.

Part 2

[thenightling]

Tonight (and tomorrow night) is the full blood moon.  The moon will appear to be red (or actually more pumpkin-orange) because of atmospheric conditions in many places.It is the Hunter's Moon, also sometimes called the Traveler's Moon. Because of the blood moon overlapping with the Hunter's Moon some call this the Blood Hunter's Moon or Vampire's Moon.   (Isn't that perfect for Samhain and Halloween?) If you have any spells or rituals planned in relation to travel, change, moving, or the season, now is the time to cast them.  This is supposed to be a very powerful moon and it is inducive for those who want to leave a location or bad living situation.   It is a time where the moon may aid in all efforts for change.For spells, prayer, and rituals, you always want to catch the moon while it's waxing or full.  After that, when it's waning, that's for removing spells and curses, that's the time for undoing and revoking negativity. This is a rare double blood moon.  It will also be completely full and red tomorrow night as well. Not only that but another rarity is that the next full moon after this is another blood moon.  A "Blue" (not really) blood moon on November 7th. So you have this Blood Hunters Moon (or traveler's moon) as a double moon (completely full and appearing reddish two nights in a row).  But also the following full moon after that is another blood moon, this one caused by a lunar eclipse. Watch out for werewolves. This is also a good time for charging crystals and gems and for making blessed moon water.  Just make sure to bring it in before dawn. 

[imaginarypeteel]

Trust The Cat: Theo Raeken x reader

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: curse words, angst, fluff, bad plot

Word count: 3k

A/n: First of all, I am soooo sorry that this isn't very good. I will probably make a part 2 for this so maybe that'll be better.

Unlike most supernaturals in Beacon Hills, you weren't very close with the McCall Pack. Well to be fair you weren't that much of a nonhuman anyway, having 10% of yourself being witch and the other pure human. But still, you knew rituals that had to be done for certain things and plants bloomed longer around you. The rituals would maybe be useful for the pack but your parents strictly forbid you from talking to any supernatural other than your family's black familiar cat Diablerie, your father and your grandmother. Your grandmother being half-witch and father being quarter of a witch...or whatever you'd like to call it for men.

But still, at school, Scott had noticed that the almost dead anthuriums on the window had come back to life when you had sat beside them. So safe to say, right after school you were questioned by Scott and Stiles. Knowing full well who they were, you knew better than to run off. Scott would catch you anyway. So, you decided to stay and talk to them.

That had gotten you into being a secret informant if they were dealing with something. You were an absolute mythical creatures nerd so only by hearing few details about something abnormal happening, you already had a list of creatures who could do it.

So when dread doctors came around and you couldn't figure out at first who it was, Scott constantly checked in with you. That of course got Theo's attention.

And so, him seducing you and giving you all sorts of attention started. Your naive nerd self didn't think twice about it. Stiles warned you, he told you he was suspicious, he told you not to get involved with him, he told you something was very off with him. But his warnings were overrun by Theo's good looks and sweet words.

Little did you know, all he wanted was information from you. You had the bad habit of blabbing out secrets of all kind once you got talking. Could've been anything from something minor you did in kindergarten to pack secrets you were trusted with.

But when you finally saw his true colors, you were wrecked.

Why didn't you listen to Stiles? Why didn't you think everything over before rushing into the relationship like you usually do? Why would someone as good looking as Theo even want to be with you? You were a nerd for fuck's sake! Didn't even really have any friends. Yes, you were part of a nature club but that really wasn't something to stand out with.

Why didn't you listen to Diablerie when she attacked him? Every single person in your family knows to always listen to a familiar's intuition. In this case Diablerie knowing that Theo is not to be trusted.

After finding out about Theo's betrayal - and after his sister had dragged him away - you distanced yourself from the pack, afraid you'd blab out more secrets.

Other than Stiles, none of them could even come into your garden. Your grandmother and father had set all sorts of traps and spells over your living quarters. If anyone who didn't have the blood of your great-grandmother but was a supernatural even dared to put their pinky toe over the invisible border, they'd quite literally fall six feet into the ground.

~~~

You had just gotten back from your long trip to Monaco with your family.

With great hesitation, you had sneaked off to Scott's house. Telling your nosy mother that you were going to the library. Wouldn't say you were lying since that was your plan after.

Now you were here, wanting to get this over with before Diablerie would somehow send a signal to your mom that in fact no, you weren't at the library like you told her. The damn cat was very cute and huge help very often but was also too loyal to your parents for your good. Her being able to know everything about everyone in your family didn't help at all.

"Let's get this over with, I don't have much time until Diablerie-" you cut off as your e/c eyes connected with certain blue ones. Mouth still open, eyes growing wide, you slowly turned your body towards Stiles before grabbing him by the ear and dragging him to another room, muttering, "Let's have a word."

You shut the door after letting his ear go. Seething, you turned towards the brunette boy who was rubbing his ear. "What the actual FUCK STILES?!" you hissed like a snake.

"Look, I know I was the one to say he is dangerous and off and all that and he was. I was right, nobody wants to listen to me though," he gave you an accusing look but your angry expression didn't waver, if anything, it got even more furious. "Okay, okay. So, Liam and Hayden might have released Theo because, well, ask them." You blinked. What the hell? What were they thinking?!

"Stiles what the hell were you dealing with here?" You asked. "The Wild Hunt," he simply answered. Your mythology nerd self got switched on by those three words. "The Wild Hunt? Like the English type? Or the Norse like? Or some else type?" your curiosity made you forget your lying bitch of an ex for sometime. Stiles was at loss of an answer, "Uuuuuummm, I dunno, just Wild Hunt?" You rolled your eyes, reason for this conversation coming back to you. "Alright, well why is he still here?" You asked furiously. You were scared actually, scared of Theo because after you had gotten to know everything he could do, everything he had done, anyone in their right mind would be scared.

"Because he has changed?" Stiles replied as if it was an obvious thing. "HOW CAN YOU KNOW THAT?" you yelled. Actually yelled. You didn't need to be a were-something to be able to here that from outside of the bedroom the two of you 'hid' in.

"Listen Y/n, I know it may be hard to believe but he took away Gabe's pain before he passed. And you know a bond needs to be created for that. And he-he sacrificed himself basically and-" Stiles sighed when he saw your wide eyes staring back at him, they were getting glossy. Did he really do all that? Had he changed? Was it a game again? Was it a lie? But if he really took away Gabe's - whoever that is but seems like a good guy - pain then it can't be a lie. Right?

You were skeptical. Your trust had been broken, your heart had been broken, your soul had been broken. All by Theo Raeken. Were you really up for trusting him to be near the others and yourself? To be free?

"I... I should go," you mumbled. Silently, you opened the door and walked out. Every single person in the living room was looking at you, as you rushed through it. Grabbing your backpack. For a moment, your eyes met with Theo's. He looks cute with his new hair. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? He smiled at you, making you frown. You looked away and walked out of the house, muttering a 'bye' in the process.

~~~

At home, you were reading "The Lunar Chronicles: Cinder." If staring at a book with a troubled face, thinking about a certain someone else and not memorizing any words from the pages counts as reading.

Giving up on trying to read, you grabbed your phone from beside you. You went on instagram, curious on why you have a notification there because you had no viral life either. You were horrible at taking selfies, so no basic girl posts from you, not a big meme maker nor artist who posts their stuff. You just followed your friends and some tags.

Turns out the notification was a follow request.

From Theo.

Your thumb stood over the Accept button. Your breath hitching when you realized that his profile picture was of you two making silly faces. You took your finger away and pressed the back button.

Sighing you picked up the book again. "Diablerie, what do I do?" The black feline rose her head. "Meow?" As you were petting the she-cat's head, you let out another sigh.

"You remember Theo right?"

"Meow."

"Well he is back."

"Meow," Diablerie nodded. What, she knew?

"And he apparently is different."

"Mow?" The familiar stood up and cocked her head to the side, as if asking either 'if you believed that?' or 'is that true?'

"I- I don't know. I mean Stiles believes that and you know he was right the last time."

Diablerie was quiet for sometime, staring at your blanket but not really because her gaze was unfocused. She was standing still on the blanket, tail twitching, ears facing different directions and tail tip twitching but not in an aggressive way. You realized that she was thinking.

You gazed at the queen for sometime before she finally returned her gaze back to you. "Meow!" she sounded determined but you had no idea what she just said. "Um..."

Diablerie gave you an unimpressed look when after 5minutes, you still hadn't realized what she told you.

The feline hopped down from your bed and headed towards your closet, tail high. You were confused on what the heck she was doing. With some difficulties, the she-cat climbed to where you kept your shirts. One of Theo's old shirts is there. Your e/c eyes widened as you remembered that. That shirt had been something that you lived your hate and betrayal because of a certain blue-eyed boy out on when he was dragged away by his sister. It was torn, absolutely ragged, had burn marks and looked very ugly with the stains of uncountable different things on it.

Once you realized what Diablerie was looking for, you got off the bed and went to help the familiar.

You pulled the drawer back and stuck your hand down to try and find the ragged piece of clothing. You didn't even know why you kept it, with your own clean shirts nevertheless.

The miniature panther like animal balanced herself on the side of the drawer as you pulled it and hopped down when you were pushing it back in and walking back to the bed.

Placing it on the bed, you gave the cat a face full of unanswered questions. With no difficulty whatsoever, Diablerie hopped back on the bed

She set her paw gently on the shirt. Still not getting it, you stared at your cat cluelessly.

"Theo?"

"Meow."

"Umm..."

Diablerie had a scowl on her raven black face at your response.

She placed her paw yet again on the ragged piece of fabric and then did a spin.

"Spin Theo?"

The cat shook her head.

Diablerie hopped down from the bed again and walked out of your room. Dumbfoundedly, you just stared after her in confusion.

As you were waiting for Diablerie to come back, your phone buzzed. Looking down, you saw a notification pop up, saying that you had a message.

Unknown: «Hey!»

The message was from an unknown number which freaked you out. Was this a scam? Had you accidentally deleted someone's contact? Was there a proje- no you weren't in school anymore.

As you were debating on if you should answer or not, another text came through.

Unknown: «It's Theo»

You froze. No, no way. No way in hell that he is texting you now.

Unknown: «Just wanted to let you know that this is my new number»

Unknown: «You can message and call me anytime you want»

Unknown: «I'm sorry»

You gulped, staring at the last message as your eyesight blurred, tears fighting to break free. Finally, few trailed down your cheeks. Who were you kidding? You weren't over it.

You wanted to believe that he really was sorry but how could you know that he wasn't using you this time?

Soft fur being rubbed against your arm broke you out of your thoughts. "Meow."

Diablerie placed something on your lap. You rubbed your eyes to see what the familiar brought. It was a picture of her and you. It was of your 12th birthday, when your grandmother had brought Diablerie to your family after the raven Sombra had passed. Diablerie had been only 8 months old then but was already wiser than you.

"You?" It took you few moments before it clicked. "You want to meet him?" Diablerie purred happily as a confirmation to your words.

You gulped, e/c eyes returning to the picture in hand.

"Mow."

The feline was staring at your phone screen that was darkening, about to close, texts from Theo open.

"I-Okay, okay, I'll do it."

Hands shaking, you grabbed your phone and quickly tapped on the screen so it wouldn't turn off.

The nessage you were about to send had to be deleted many times because you just couldn't touch the right keys. Heart hammering, you pressed send.

You: «Meet me tomorrow at 6pm, you know where»

Saving his number, you finally let yourself breath.

Theo: «Okay! Sounds great😁»

~~~

"And where are you going?" your little sister asked suspiciously just as you were about to run out the door.

"Out. Didn't know you were blind. Sis, tell mom to get you glasses," you rushed out. Your sister threw a glare your way. "So you of all people are going out looking all fancy just because? As if."

Smiling innocently, you flipped her off before shutting the door.

Diablerie was napping on the gate but rose her head when you neared. "Okay, let's go."

You didn't even know why you had put on the best clothes you could find and put on makeup. You weren't trying to impress Theo, right? You were just checking if he was trustworthy. I hope he is.

~~~

It was 5:55pm when you stepped into the small clearing in the forest. You could see Theo there, he had flowers in his hands and was dressed in a pretty casual way. Now you felt embarrassed that you had put in so much effort to look nice. You thought about backing out and going away but a certain someone was already trotting towards the man, whip like tail held high.

Theo heard the feather like steps Diablerie took in the grass and his eyes widened. He straightened his back. His last encounter with the cat hadn't been positive and truth be told, he feared the cat.

You could see the nervousness in your ex's face and were now convinced that he was out for no good and planning something again. But then, then you saw the tiger lilies in his hands and your heart warmed up. They were your favorites and he remembered it.

Now a bit more confident, you walked up to him. Still eyeing the cat with one eye, he gazed at you with the other.

"Y/n! Hi, you look great!" He smiled widely. "Here, these are your favorites, right?" he stepped closer to you and stretched out the hand that was gripping the flowers. "Yeah... Thanks," you accepted the tiger lilies, keeping your eyes on Diablerie. The cat did few circles around Theo, padded a bit closer and then sniffed him. "Uhm..." the blue-eyed man was confused and gave you a questioning look. The only response he got was an awkward smile from you. Deep down, you knew that you hoped that Diablerie would approve of him.

As the cat took more and more time to give her approval, you were beginning to think that Theo hadn't changed and was still untrustworthy and evil. But just as you wanted to turn around and run away, Diablerie let out a pleased purr and rubbed her body against Theo's legs. He was confused and surprised while a genuine smile stretched onto your face. The warm feeling of happiness spread throughout your body. He had changed, for real.

"You really have changed," you mumbled and - surprising both yourself and Theo - threw yourself onto him, arms wrapped around his built torso and face buried into his chest, squeezing the life out of him. Slowly, the man wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your hair. "I have no idea what just happened but I'm not complaining," he laughed.

You grinned.

"Now, Theo, you better tell me what the hell happened while I was tanning in Monaco?" you demanded curiously as you pulled away to look up at him. The blue-eyed man laughed, "Well..."

~~~

"Theo, you are not sleeping in your truck," you told him sternly. "Well I can't go anywhere else, babe," he shrugged. "Surely you have friends here now who you can stay with." Theo tongued his cheek, "But I can't stay with them forever Y/n. I missed school so much that I can't graduate, I can't go to college and literally no one will hire me." You stared at him while chewing on your cheek, "Then... Go back to school?"

"Can't."

"Why?"

"One word, broke."

"Then, we will find a way to get you a job but you will not sleep in your truck for the rest of your life Theo!"

Theo sighed but smiled at you, "Okay." He ran his hand through your hair before it froze on your cheek, he pulled you towards him a bit and kissed your forehead. "But you, you will go to sleep."

You chuckled, "Fine," you giggled, dragging out the i.

As you pulled away, you stared at him with your sparkling e/c eyes for sometime. "Theo, I like your new hair, you better keep it," you said all of a sudden. When you realized that you had said it out loud, you blushed while Theo laughed. "Well I'm glad to hear me not having enough money to get a haircut is up to your liking." He shut up when you kissed his cheeks and ran back towards your house.

He stood there until the door to your house closed behind Diablerie and you. Once again, a sigh left the blue-eyed boy.

He will try to get a job again tomorrow.

He will try to be up to your parents liking because he knew they absolutely despised him right now.

He will try but he can't promise anything.

~~~

It was 8 months later when Theo finally got a job. You had moved to New York to study Archaeology.

You had a job there to support yourself as a delivery driver for Domino's. The two of you kept a long distance relationship since neither of you had enough money to fly Theo over to the Big Apple.

A Spanish restaurant decided to give him a chance and you were both ecstatic when you got the news. "I'm so proud of you, baby," you cheered over Skype. "The people there seemed very nice, though I have to admit, I accidentally bumped into the Chef there already. A fiery Latina, so I better keep up my best behavior." The both of you laughed.

"How are the other doing?" You asked with a warm smile. "Well other than Stiles, I have no idea. You know almost everyone left to chase their dreams. Not that the supernaturals care, pretty sure Scott will return soon. Shit will go crazy soon." Your boyfriend's turned chalk white as he realized that he let it slip.

Worry clouded your face, "Theo... What's going on?"

[smudging-sage]

BIG OL WITCHY MASTER LIST

POSTS BY ME ARE ITALICIZED!

This is by no means completed, up-to-date, or the only way you can view or perceive witchcraft. These are just some posts, found on my blog, put together in a list for easier access.

This is also being updated as I go through my archives, and whats on the list as of [Sept 22nd, 2018] is from start - August 2018. This list will be updated as often and as quick as I can possibly manage.

I PREVIOUSLY HAD MY DAILY WITCH TIPS ON HERE, I DELETED THAT SEGMENT.

This isn’t really as organized as I would like it, but I broke it down into categories and alphabetical order such as:

Moon Shit:

2017 Lunar Calendar 

August 2018 Lunar Schedule

Full Moons Of The Year

Lunar Eclipse Dates

Lunar Phases

Magick Of The Moon Phases

Moon Magic 

Moon Magic Grimoire 

Moon Phase Runes

Top Stargazing Events of 2018

Herb Shit:

5 Herbs Every Witch Should Have In Their Garden

Anti-Anxiety Herbs

Big Witchy Guide On Herbs And Flowers

Dangerous Herbs

Gardens  Of The Witches

Herb Masterpost

Herbs For Hexing

Herbs For Protection

Indoor Plants For The Space Conscious Witch

Poisonous Herbs

Reasons Herbs May Not Work

Sacred Herbs Of The Gods 

Top 10 Magical Herbs

Crystal Shit:

Crystals Every Witch Should Have

Gems For Depression

Taking Care Of Your Crystals

Emoji Spells Shit:

Easy Sleep

Spells Shit:

4 Free Spells

A Method To Cleanse And Ward After Unsavory People Leave

Anti-Anxiety Charm

Anti-Anxiety Jar

Bad Habits Tarot Spread

Bad Luck

Bandage Sigils

Banishing Nightmares

Bath For Sunburns

Belladonna’s Spell Page

Celestial Nail Polish Magic

Change Your Luck

Crow Bone Hex

Curse A Bitch

Dreams and Nightmare Protection

Easy Cleansing Ritual

Elemental Ideas

Forest With Me

From My Grimoire

Glamour Enchanted Jewelry

Hail The Glow Cloud

Hex For 2017

Icelandic Staves

Increasing Emotional Tolerance

Lavender Self Love Jar

Love Enhancer

Love / Protection 

Memory Aid

Mermaid’s Breath

New Year Purification Bath

Peppermint Spell

Recharging 

Return To Sender

Ritual For Positive Thoughts 

Ritual Of Gratitude

Self Love And Healing Jar

Seven Useful Powder Spells For Every Occasion

Sew Closed Your Heart

Simple Protection 

Simplicity

Sleep Spells And Sigils

Steps To Strengthen A Romantic Relationship

Stop Nightmares

Using Glitter In Spells

Ward Types and Components

Warmth In Winter

Advice Shit:

10 Common Misconceptions of Baby Witches

10 Daily Witch Things

10 Plants To Survive A Zero Sunlight Bedroom

10 Terms Every New Witch Should Know

26 Activities To Help Your Mind, Body, And Soul

A Collection Of Witch Tips

A Long List Of Ways To Spiritually Protect Yourself

Astral Temple Meditation

Aura / Energy Colors & Meanings

A Secret Witches Guide To Concealing Your Craft

Back To School Magic

Basics Of Kitchen And Cottage Witchcraft

Beginner Masterlist

Beginner Witchcraft 

Being A Witch

Blood Magic

Breaking Astrology Down

Candle Uses & Meanings

Charging/Activating Sigils

Cosmic Witch Masterpost

Daily Witchcraft

Discreet Little Witchy Things

Discreet Witchcraft

Earth Element Correspondents 

Enchanting Items

Everyday Magic Is Easy

Faerie List

Fire Safety

Hearthandhold Reading List 

How I Draw My Sigils

How Runes Work

How To Learn Witchcraft

How To Make Your Own Sigil

How To Use A Sigil Wheel

Imbolc

Incense Uses

Inexpensive/Free Witchcraft

Jarring Tips

Keeping Yourself Protected

Knot, Thread, and Cord Magic

Little Tips For The College Witch

Low Energy Tips

Magic For School/Education

Magical Herb

Modern Polytheism

Modern Witches

Modern Witches

My Advice For Baby Witches 

New Witch Budget Tips

Nik’s Tips For Discreet Witchcraft

Reading Tea Leaves

Rose Water Is My Religion

Salt & Witchcraft

School / Work Grounding

Some Things To Track

So You Want To Talk To Spirits?

Spell Books

Stoner Witch Tips

Succulents

Tarot Cheat Sheet

Tech Witches

The Wiccan’s Glossery

There Comes A Time When You Need To Stop Researching And Just Practice 

Tips For Discreet College Witches

Tips For Writing Incantations 

Types Of Witches

Types Of Witches And Witchcraft

Understanding Concepts In Witchcraft

Urban Witch 101: House and Home

Violets Witchcraft Masterpost

Ways To Start Feeling Again

Water Magic

Witchcraft In The Shadows

Witchcraft PSA

Witch Resources

Witch Tips For City Witches

Witches With Depression

Witchling Endeavors

Witchy Grimiore Ideas

Witchy Podcasts

Witchy Tips

Recipe Shit:

Anti-Nightmare Pouch

Apple Cider Love Bringing

Black Salt

Budget Witch DIY

Calming Sugar Scrub

Charming Lip Balm

Cleansing And Calming Salt

DIY Gemstone Necklace

Drawing Out A Latent Talent Pouch

Drying Out Roses

Infused Water Magic

Milkshake Magic

Moon Spell Cakes

Moon Water

Peaceful Sleep Sachet

Potion For Sleep

Rose Water

Smoothie Potions 

Soothing Dreams Sachet

Communication Shit:

Crystal Hand Of Prosperity

Dead Dash

Earth Witches Reblog...

Hey There

Like/Reblog if you...

Looking To Follow

Money Bear

Money Pentacle

Witchcraft Asks

Witches

Witches reblog if...

Witches Reblog If...

Witchy Asks

Wonderful Weekend

[ncumenia-archived]

📱MOBILE-FRIENDLY LORE📱

OTHER LINKS: rules bio headcanons

ERNYE THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

[League Of Legends Lunari OC ]

[Pssst! Are you looking for ODYSSEY!Ernye’s lore? Go there!]

«Foolish call it carnage, but I call it justice for my people.»

~ Ernye  

Killed with her family and most beloved friends by Ra Horak, Ernye is a revenant Lunari whose sole purpose is to exterminate the Solari, guilty of persecuting her people. Her extremist manners fed by grudge makes her a dangerous opponent, who considers herself as the silent and dark side of the Moon. Through her shadow and moon-based powers, she’s hellbent to eradicate Solari from Targon.

Born during a cold Targonian night, Ernye was a simple Lunari, daughter of minister Maelor and master weaver Selaenna. Educated in Lunari culture since she was a kid, she knew right away the deep disdain that Solari people felt towards her clan experiencing strong discrimination that’ll push all her community to hide in the most remote places around Mount Targon.

Despite the problems given by them, Ernye grew up in a loving environment surrounded by the ones she loved the most, in particular, she’ll form a strong and emotional bond with her mother, that’ll teach her, with the father, the art of painting and writing.

Becoming a young adult she found her calling as a Moon priestess, proving to be one of the most promising apprentices, and most of her time she lived at the sacred Lunari temple.

As the years went by, at 24, her father started looking for a husband for her, Ernye’s life was totally devoted to knowledge and bringing honor to her family, putting aside the opportunity to get to know more about herself, studying and practicing at the temple until exhaustion. Time passed and one of the most important Lunari festivals had arrived: the full Moon celebration. But, the night prior to the event, her spirit full of joy got jeopardized by a bad-omen bringer dream: a lunar eclipse. 

Scared by its meaning, when the morning came, she found no one to tell about the dreadful nightmare she had, not until she considered to talk to the Lunari High Prophet, Jaelor. Ernye, in his presence, questioned him about the dream for she was unsure about its meaning, and mayhaps it was only a mere coincidence.

Ernye was dead wrong: Jaelor, in the grip of madness, attacked her and, laughing like a madman, yelled those exact words:

«YOU’LL BE A DAWNLESS NIGHT, MY SWEET CHILD!»

And, then, he took a small ampoule containing the poisonous moonflower’s extract, often used by Lunari to commit suicide and preventing to get killed and their soul sealed by Solari, to prevent them to reach the spirit realm, and then he drank it in front of her. Frightened by such prediction and view, the girl ran off, scared that if she confessed the truth both she and her family would run in some serious danger, therefore, although she was deeply shocked, she managed to stay silent, unaware that such a choice would have led to an unrecoverable tragedy.

By evening, Ernye temporarily forgot all her problems and one of the priestess, that night, offered to predict her future through the stars, as her father wanted to know about the man she was going to marry. But she would never know the verdict because that night was going to be a bloodbath: ambushed by some Ra Horak troops, the soldiers proposed them an ultimatum: leave that night the Targon or perish.

The answer was blood: while Lunari soldiers desperately tried to push away the Solari, Ernye and another Lunari group - including some of her friends and their families- ran for safety through general panic, but everything will be worthless: not only she will see all her loved ones dying in front of her eyes, but also she will be fatally stabbed in the sternum by a Ra Horak spear, followed by her lifeless body falling backward, hitting the cold stone of the temple.

Seriously injured, but not dead, her mother witnessed in horror her beloved daughter’s death and, refusing to let soul sealed by Solari’s weapon through the use of Lunari’s dark arts related with the Spiritual Realm she has learned in order to find a cure to her limping and the side effects caused by the pain killer drugs she had been consuming, as soon as the Ra Horak left the room to hunt other Lunari, with all her strength she managed to carry Ernye with her, taking her to one of the sacred moon altars nearby. Although her conditions were worsening and her own life was the price to pay in order to correctly perform the ritual, a genuine mother’s love was stronger than a mere deadly requirement.

As Selaenna gently leaned Ernye on the thin layer of water which were slowly turned red, the woman began to perform the ritual, slowly feeling her own life being drained away, her eyes witnessed in hope and joy her daughter’s injuries slowly being restored, and the seal weakening.

Until rough footsteps echoed in the air, the Ra Horak had found them.

As soon as they set foot on the stairs, Selaenna involuntarily interrupted the ritual, witnessing in horror the water turning black and Ernye sinking in, unknown what would have happened to her afterward…

Before the woman got fatally stabbed by one of their spears, her last thoughts went out to her sole, beloved daughter and her safety.

When Ernye reopened her eyes, she found herself in a dark, eerie place which she’ll soon discover it’s populated with monstrous creatures created by the deepest and most disturbing nightmares one could ever imagine. Soon, she found out, in order to not become like them, she had to survive thanks to the Lunari magic infused in her body. As time passed, during one of her expeditions to find a way out, Ernye ran into a little owl, who will soon become her only companion, and naming her Noctua.

But, that wasn’t the sole encounter the Lunari will have, something more powerful was actually waiting for her, a power which was feared by those who worshipped the light…

The shadows.

Although corrupted by that cursed place, they fully and quickly understood Ernye’s story, who she’ll become their beloved one, to guide and protect her at all costs. 

However, the more she stayed in that place, the more her body began to change: from her silver hair turning into a pitch-black hue to her skin desaturating, resembling the moonlight. It was crystal clear she had to get away as soon as possible, otherwise, she would have turned into those monstrosities that inhabited that place.

And, thanks to her lunar and shadows powers, she managed to find a way out.

And, she woke up in a dried pool, a ruined place which she quickly recognized as the sacred temple. Overwhelmed by despair, Ernye managed to look for her parents, her friends, her people…

Only to realized everyone was dead. And, such saturnine revelation made her scream and cry in agony, swearing her revenge and eternal hate toward Solari.

With only Noctua as her silent companion and thinking she was the sole Lunari who, although wasn’t fully alive, was the only survivor, she managed to live in those lonely caves, slowly figuring out all the side effects of her “new life”, from being totally barren to discover how much painful was staying under the sunlight and touching gold. It was clear she was forced to come out only during the night.

Over the years, she did her best to save what was left of her kin, recollecting all the stolen artifacts, transcribing all the manuscripts she managed to find…

To kill all those who dared to deconsecrate the place she lived in. And there, she discovered the horrific feeling of taking someone’s life, just like Solari did with her kin. Although the sorrow she felt by killing each person she met who dared to harm her, she had no other options.

But, one day, things changed: during one of her nocturnal expeditions, she ran into a group of children -and she quickly recognized her kin’s clothes-, who got captured by a group of Rakkors and about to get killed by them. She would have never let some filthy scums to harm children because of religions purposes. That’s why she managed to grab them with her shadow’s powers and dragging them into the blackest darkness…

Only to silence them forever. She refused to let those innocent children see a man dying.

Before the children ran away, she appeared in front of them in tears, for she wished to not harm them, but only to protect them. Luckily, they recognized not only the sacred pieces of jewelry she was wearing but also her holy aura related to their people. Therefore, they took her to their hidden village, and mere words were not able to describe the Targonian woman’s joy as she found out the Lunari were still alive, and so some descendants of the people who lived in her old village.

From that day, Ernye devoted herself to protect that village from any intruders who wished to harm them, helping the elders with all their pupils and realizing one of the greatest dreams: opening and taking care of a small farm, helped by her people when she had to travel around Runeterra to gather more information about Lunari who survived during the tragedy.

Now, she wasn’t alone.

Not anymore.

[After reading my lore, I suggest you check Ernye’s identikit, so you’ll know more about her before rping with me!]

[southeastasianists]

For most Malaysians, growing up with certain superstitions or taboos are a norm, whether they are founded in logic or just customary beliefs.

Some of us would dismiss them as urban legends but for others, it is a part of daily life.

Seeing that we are in the seventh lunar month and many in the Chinese community observe the Hungry Ghost Festival, Malay Mail takes a look at some superstitions that are still being bandied about.

Stay in at night

Children and women are often advised to stay home when night falls as the roaming spirits during the Hungry Ghost Festival are believed to be out in full force.

Spirits are more likely to be “attached” to the innocence of children and pregnant women.

For those who are still out at night, avoid standing under shady trees or empty bus stops.

The dark conditions are haunting grounds.

Do not carry red or black umbrellas as these colours are favoured by the supernatural, hence seeking “shelter” in those items and you risk bringing the spirits home.

When you are back at a later hour, washing your hands and feet will help get rid of any “trail” or “scent” that attracts the attention of malevolent spirits.

Elders would also tell you to avoid cutting nails at night, as it is akin to shortening one’s lifespan. Possibly this is to ensure you don’t cut yourself under poor lighting.

Getting home before dark is also a common practice among Muslims.

Children are told be home during Maghrib lest they be “taken” by spirits.

We guess this is one way for parents to ensure the children are back in time for dinner, bath and prayers.

Don’ts for pregnant women

Pregnant women are often faced with a lot of taboos, in addition to the many old wives’ tales and traditional practices.

Indians would want pregnant women to stay indoors during an eclipse as the Sun is being “swallowed” by a demon, otherwise the babies might be born with deformities.

Also, pregnant women are not allowed to touch needles, scissors or knives during that time.

Meanwhile, Malays advise pregnant women to not kill any animals for fear of the children having animalistic features.

Also, polong and pelesit (evil spirits) are said to hunger for the menstrual blood of a woman’s first pregnancy.

While preparing the nursery is considered a good way for expectant mothers to nurture their “nesting” instincts, the Chinese forbids the mothers to be in the presence of renovation work, especially hammering of nails.

It is believed the hammering will affect the baby’s looks.

Of course, funerals are to be avoided.

Taoist funeral rites can go on for 49 days, hence expectant mothers should not meet the grieving family or be anywhere near their house.

If it cannot be avoided, they are to wear a red scarf around the belly and carry some form of auspicious charm.

Jungle rule

Remember when a bunch of tourists bared their bottoms on Mount Kinabalu?

There is a good reason why the locals were upset.

The Kadazandusun believed when one dies the soul will walk towards the mountain and pass into the different realms of afterlife — hence Mount Kinabalu is a sacred site.

The community also conducts a sogit (healing ritual) every year at the mountain with seven chickens, seven kampung cigars and seven betel nuts to appease the spirits.

In many local cultures, the jungle is considered a place that demands respect.

One needs to watch their behaviour, lest be punished in some ways by the spirits that reside there.

For example, the Kadazandusun believes sopok (dwarves or gnomes) and pampuvan (leprechauns or fairies) can trick campers into following them deep into the jungle never to be seen again.

Many a times, campers are told to “ask permission” before urinating in the jungle or do not bring back items from there.

This is to avoid being cursed by the supernatural or inadvertently bringing them home.

Asking permission also extends to paying respects to Datuk Kong, a guardian spirit of the jungle.

Do not just sit on any rock formations as it could be the resting place of malevolent spirits.

Best to check with your guide before doing anything in the jungle.

Whenever you are in the forest, you are usually given a nickname as you should not call out to each other using real names.

Spirits are likely to trap you in their deadly realm.

No ghost stories when spending a night in the jungle.

You would not want to offend the supernatural beings by making up silly stories or laughing at them.

Keep calm and say nothing

There are several things to keep in mind when you are driving late at night down a lonely highway or sitting around a campfire.

It is best to ignore if you smell anything strange, especially sweet scents like the jasmine, or hear soft whisperings.

It is said you could be in the presence of a pontianak (female vampire) who is looking to lure you “home” with her.

When driving alone, you should not react to any sudden coldness, strange lights or someone calling your name from a car’s backseat.

Don’t satiate your curiosity but continue with what you are doing.

Whistling, singing and talking to yourself while driving at night are not encouraged.

Wandering spirits are attracted to these sounds and will want to “hitch” a ride.

One’s gift, another’s taboo

For Indians, crows symbolise karma and regarded as ancestors. So offering food to the birds is to pacify the ancestors.

However, other forms of gift-giving are taken seriously in Malaysia.

One wrong gift can cause you to “lose face”.

Any gift should adhere to the recipient’s religious beliefs.

You want to avoid anything that contains alcohol, pigskin or dog imagery when wanting to impress someone of the Muslim faith while avoid meat byproducts if that person is a vegetarian Hindu.

Giving a clock as a gift to a Chinese is considered bad luck.

The phrase “to give a clock” is a homophone of a phrase for “attending a funeral” in Cantonese.

It also denotes counting down one’s days.

While black or white wrapping paper looks nice, it is associated with death — not something you wish on somebody else.

Flowers are great but avoid frangipanis and jasmine.

Again, the scent of these flowers remind people of cemeteries and funerals.

Appeasing ‘roommates’

A hotel room might be a welcomed break.

But again, there are some rules to keep to for a good night’s sleep.

Knock on the door a few times and softly ask for permission to enter.

Be respectful in your “announcement” as you do not want to walk into a ghoulish get-together.

Make sure you mess up both beds, if any, to not leave it empty for fear of inviting supernatural company.

Also, pick the bed that is not facing the mirror, which is sometimes hard to do as some hotel rooms have large mirrors.

Mirrors are said to drain your positive energy.

Try to leave your shoes pointing opposite of your bed. This is to not lead the spirits to you when you are sleeping.

And most logically of all, open up all curtains and windows (if possible) to let in the sun and fresh air.

It is great to get rid of the musty smell hotel rooms tend to have.

Whether you practise these superstitious beliefs, it is fascinating to delve into it to further understand and respect the different cultures in the country.

[adruidgarden]

Herbal Masterpost

Hey guys. Just wanted to make a little masterpost for herbs. I know some of you that follow me are just witchlings or you’re just now getting into the craft, so I hope this helps. This is gonna be kinda long, so prepare yourselves lol. First off, here are a list of basic herbs that you’re gonna want in your apothecary:

Mugwort

Sage

Bay leaves

Lavender

Rosemary

Cloves

Cinnamon

Thyme

Mint

Chamomile

Yarrow

These are some of the most common and widely used herbs in witchcraft, not in any specific order. I, myself, keep all of these but mint and mugwort on hand during all of my spells. There are so many different ways you can use herbs like these and it never hurts to know all of the options and techniques. Here, here, and here are some basic glossaries of herbalist terms, and the following are a few different types of preparations you can make with herbs:

Amulet - a charm designed to be work or carried on your person.

Anointing Oil - an oil blend, usually essential oils combined with a base oil that is rubbed on candles, charms, household items, or people. Usually the effect is based on aromatherapy - the scent of the oil is its energy.

Bath Sachet - a sort of tea bag for the bath.

Beauty Products - essential oils can be added to shampoo, liquid soap, conditioner, lotion, and all manners of personal care products. Not only does it smell great but also the oils will bring their influenced to you every time you shower. Just make sure to test the mixture on a small patch of skin 24 hours before using to avoid any possible allergic reactions.

Charm - a selection of herbs, talismans and stones blended together and bound up in a cloth and carried or placed in a strategic location. When the desired effect has been manifested, untie the charm and cast its contents into a river or the wind.

Decoction - 2 tsp. of <hard-seeds/pods/fruits/rootstock/stems> bruised then soaked in 8 oz of cold water for 30 minutes and brought to a low boil for 5 to 10 minutes. The herbs are stained before drinking and sweeter is added if desired. Decoctions are to be used within 72 hours or they will loose their potency.

Dream Pillow - A cloth pouch stuffed with herbs to bring good sleep, prophetic dreams or healing.

Floorwash - an infusion of herbs added to mop water or sprayer. Most often used to purify or banish unwanted influences from the home. Borrowed from our vodun cousins.

Incense - a blend of herbs that you burn. The combination may either be for magical intent, purification, or aromatherapy.

Poppet - a small cloth doll stuffed with herbs. Usually there is a link to the person it represents - a strand of hair, piece of clothing, a picture, etc. Used for healing and occasionally for banishing. (If I catch you sticking pins in a poppet I'll personally kick your butt - for bad taste if nothing else!)

Powder - finely ground herbs that can be sprinkled about the home, car, bed, workplace, etc. May be tossed into the air for a wish or rubbed onto a candle carved with runes among other uses.

Signature Powder - a blend of herbs and other substances that symbolizes you. It is a way of magically marking your territory. Add a pinch to charms incenses, etc. so that the results of your magic will find their way to you more easily. Sets a seal on your work.

Spell Bottle - A charm under glass. Spell bottles can be buried at the perimeter of your property to protect your home or left in plane sight as a curious and powerful nick-knack. Good for long term spells and protective magic.

Teas - herbs steeped in water. Boil the water before adding the tea as to preserve the herbal potency. Strain your herbs from the water and sweeten if desired. Honey is excellent as a sweetener.

Tincture - an infusion of herbs made in alcohol instead of water. These are often consumed, added to a bath, or used in anointing. Tinctures take several weeks to make and should be stored in the fridge.

You can make any of these using your chosen herbs. Moving on, correspondences are very significant in witchcraft. Each lunar cycle, star placement, raw and tumbled crystal, season, and day of the week has its own connection in the craft. Herbs are the same. Each herb has its own correspondences. I have compiled a small list that matches those with some of the more common herbs, or herbs that I at least have had work with. Here we go.

Allspice- money, luck, healing Aloe- protection, luck Angelica- protection, purification, youth, exorcism Anise- protection, purification Basil- love, exorcism, wealth, protection, banishing negativity, spell breaking, clairvoyance, divination, money, wealth, fidelity, truth, honesty, fire Bay Leaf- protection, psychic powers, healing, physical strength, healing, prophetic visions, wisdom, prophecy, luck, money, wishes, prestige, inspiration, energy, strength, memory Burdock- purification, protection Catnip- cat magic, love, beauty, happiness Cedar- healing, purification, money, protection Chamomile- money, sleep, love, purification, peace, happiness, love, meditation, nightmare protection, alleviates depression, anti-anxiety, stress relief, water. Cinnamon- success, money, healing,  protection, spirituality, psychic powers, lust, love, protection. Cinquefoil- protection, love, prosperity, healing, power, wisdom Clove- protection, exorcism, love, money, stops gossip Dandelion- divination, wishes, calling spirits Dill- protection, money, lust, luck Dragon's Blood- love, protection, exorcism, spell enhancement. Echinacea- strengthening spells Eucalyptus- healing, protection Fennel- protection, healing, purification Frankincense- protection, exorcism, spirituality Gardenia- love, peace, spirituality, healing Garlic- protection, healing, exorcism, lust, spell breaking, clairvoyance, divination, success, money, bravery, courage, protection against storms. Ginger- love, money, success, power, mental/psychic powers/development, love, fire Jasmine- love, money, prophetic dreams Lavender- love, protection, sleep, calmness, sleep, purification, peace, love, repels pests, disperses sorrow, kindness, clairvoyance, memory, fertility, anti-anxiety, stress relief, happiness, positivity Lemon Balm- love, calming, sleep Mandrake- protection, money, fertility Marigold- protection, prophetic dreams, psychic powers Marjoram- protection, love, money Mint- money, protection, healing, travel, clairvoyance, prosperity, stress relief, air Mugwort- protection, exorcism, psychic powers Nettle- healing, protection Oregano- mental/psychic powers/development, prophetic dreams, protection, luck, growth, love, romance, marriage, heartbreak relief, peace, happiness, positivity Parsley- protection, purification, calmness, prosperity, strength Patchouli- money, love, lust, divination, sex, earth, primitive Peppermint- psychic powers, healing, protection, divination, sleep, lucid dreaming, wealth, prosperity, wishes, fire. Rosemary- protection, love, lust, mental clarity, purification, healing, banishing, cleansing, memory, wisdom, nightmare protection, beauty, meditation, air, longevity Sage- purification, wisdom, knowledge, cleansing, clairvoyance, divination, protection, wealth, prosperity, wishes, peace, longevity Spearmint- exorcism, spell enhancement, mental/Psychic powers/development, sleep, dreams, nightmare protection, prosperity, strength, positivity St. John's Wort- anti-depressive, strength, happiness Thyme- fairy attractive, psychic power, sleep, protection, banishing, curse breaking/protection, clairvoyance, divination, cleansing, purification, luck, bravery, courage, confidence, compassion, love, positivity, water, legal Issues Valerian- protection, purification, sleep, harmony, love Vanilla- love, psychic powers, harmony Vervain- money, sleep Wormwood- clairvoyance, protection, spirit work Yarrow- courage, healing, marriage, divination, protection against fear, confidence

You can cross reference and match herbs to their correspondence through many of the following resources. I have a personal list in my grimoire/BoS that adds on what parts of the herbs to use and how to use them to make them most effective in my spellwork. You take in the information that you need, and this list is minimal just to help y’all out a bit. You’re welcome to copy any information in this post for yourself. And if you need help building your own apothecary, message me. c: Thank y’all for reading. Here are some resources if you want to look a little further into the work of herbalism or know a little bit more about your craft. Enjoy~  

Books: 

Herbal Magick: A Witch's Guide to Herbal Enchantments, Folklore, and Divinations by Gerina Dunwich

Herbs In Magic and Alchemy by C. L. Zalewski

Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs by Scott Cunningham

Earth Power by Scott Cunningham

The Herb Garden 

The Magical and Ritual Use of Herbs by Richard Alan Miller

Practical Handbook of Plant Alchemy by Manfred M. Junius 

Natural Magic by Doreen Valiente 

Some Herbal Posts:

Witchtips’ Herbal Amulets

Itmovesmemorelol’s Herbs and Their Uses

Rawniesway's Herbal Chart by Use and How to Use Them

Goddessofpurple's Herbal Correspondences

Witchesofthecraft's Herbal Magickal Correspondences

Justyour-averagewitch's Herb Master List 

SacredWicca's Herbs by Name and Property

Lunaesteria's Herbs/Food/Plants by Purpose

Lunaesteria's Common Toxic Herbs and Their Affects

Flowers-n-clouds' Herbs In Magic

Sylvaetria's Magickal Properties of Herbs

Sylvaetria's List of Poisonous Herbs 

Lavenderspells' Correspondence References

Juniperwildwalk's Basic Glossary of Herbalism Techniques

Lunajournalblog's Herbal Substitutes

Kitchen-in-the-cottage’s Herbs and Spices Associated with Money Magic

Kitchen-in-the-cottage’s Herbs For Your Medicine Cabinet

Kitchen-in-the-cottage’s Magic Herbal Teas

Recommended Reading: Plants Spirits & Herbalism Magick

Other Resources:

Wicca.com’s Herbal Index 

Free Herbal Reading

The Magickal Cat's Master Herb List

Free Herb Guide: A Herbal Grimoire 

The White Goddess's Herb Correspondence List

The Magick Shop's Herb & Oil Correspondence List

Witchipedia's Herb Keyword Correspondences

Spelwerx’s Magickal Herb Correspondences

Mascon’s BoS’s Herb Correspondences Blog

Sacred Wicca’s Herb Correspondence List

Magikal Uses of Herbs

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Origin of Friday 13

Superstition was reported in several cultures dating back to before Christ. Number 13 has been misunderstood for a long time. In some cultures it may have been considered lucky number. There is no evidence that 13 was considered unlucky by ancient cultures. On the contrary, many peoples considered it a sacred number. For the Egyptians, life was composed of 12 different stages for the human being to reach the 13th, which was eternal life. Thus the number 13 was assimilated with death, but not with a negative connotation, but as a glorious transformation. This connection with death remained and was distorted by other cultures that harboured the fear of death and did not see it as present in the destiny of any life. Some historians blame Christians' distrust of Fridays in general opposition to pagan religions. Friday received its name in English in honour of Frigga, the Nordic goddess of love and sex. This strong female figure, according to historians, posed a threat to male-dominated Christianity. To counter her influence, the Christian church characterised her as a witch, defaming the day that honoured her. This characterisation may also have played a role in the fear of number 13. It was said that Frigg would join a witch convention, usually a group of 12, totalling 13. A similar Christian tradition considers the 13 cursed to mean the gathering of 12 witches. and the devil.

The ancient calendar represented the lunar calendar, having 13 months of 28 days. But this number was completely denied by the priests of the early patriarchal religions for representing the feminine in prehistoric cultures, as it reflected the menstrual cycle of women. It was then changed by Pope Gregory XIII to 12 months, preventing further worship of the woman as sacred. Evidence that early cultures revered the 13 can be seen from various archaeological remains, such as the Venus de Laussel, a 27,000-year-old statuette found in France, which holds a crescent-shaped horn in its hands. with 13 chamfers. There are stories also traced back to Norse mythology. In the first of these, it is said that there was a banquet and 12 gods were invited. Loki, the spirit of evil and discord, appeared without being called and fought a fight that ended with the death of Balder, the gods' favourite. There are also those who believe that inviting 13 people to dinner is a disgrace simply because the table sets are usually made up of 12 glasses, 12 cutlery and 12 plates. According to another version, the goddess of love and beauty was Friga (which gave rise to frigadag, Friday). When the Nordic and German tribes converted to Christianity, Friga was transformed into a witch. In revenge, she started meeting every Friday with 11 other witches and the demon, the 13 kept pleading with humans. From Scandinavia superstition spread throughout Europe.

Regarding Friday, many cultures consider it a bad day: Some researchers report that the great flood came on Friday. Christ's death took place on a Friday known as Good Friday. English seamen do not like to set sail on Friday. In Christianity, an event of bad luck is reported on Friday, October 13, 1307, when the Order of the Templars was declared illegal by King Philip IV of France. Its members were simultaneously arrested throughout the country and some tortured and later executed for heresy. Another possibility for this belief lies in the fact that Jesus Christ was probably killed on Friday the 13th, as the Passover is celebrated on the 14th of the month of Nissan in the Hebrew calendar. It is also recalled that at the Last Supper thirteen people were seated at the table, two of them, Jesus and Judas Iscariot, then died by tragic deaths, Jesus by crucifixion and Judas probably by suicide. The number 13 used to be considered a connection with God, hence the number of members present at the Last Supper.

Note also that in Tarot card number 13 represents Death, even by a possible association with the Hebrew letters.Practical scholars interpret the letter as a sign of changing views, ways of living, and profound inner and outer transformations. Even when referring to physical death in the religious conception, it does not represent an end in itself, after all ancient peoples saw death as transmutation, a passage to another world or plane of existence, usually with an evolutionary connotation. For this reason, the traditions of western magic suggest the number of 13 participants in rituals.

In Spain and Greece, the number is also seen as a bad omen, but the day of the week they consider bad is Tuesday.For them, Tuesday is the day of the week dedicated to Mars, Roman god of war, and to the blood and violence that gave him the name of red planet. Friday and 13, together or apart, in fact, can do nothing. They themselves have no power. They are harmless. The power lies in those who believe they have power. Power, for better or for worse, is that it believes that they can create, generate, or do good or evil. So if anyone believes that Friday 13 is unlucky or unlucky, they will connect with their existing vibrational field, contaminating themselves with all the anguish, fear and terror stored there, drawing to themselves some of the "bad" energy. "that is there, which can cause something" bad "in your life. It is not, therefore, Friday the 13th that brings bad luck, but the superstitious who will pick you up every Friday the 13th, with your thoughts, your fear, your own anguish and lack of confidence. Creating misrepresented images of how things really are is very easy, especially if it is to dominate the people who are in ignorance. Now, teaching the people to think and to progress is the hard thing. I don't know if my opinion is worth anything to you, but Being a Priestess, I say: Friday the 13th is an ordinary day like any other, because I can be walking quietly on a Saturday 14th and, due to my lack of attention, I can fall, sprain your ankle or break your foot. What's up? Who will I blame? On Saturday 14, why was it after Friday 13? The problem is that there are so many people who adhere to the popular saying "no creo en las brujas, but hay, las hay", that whenever a Friday comes 13, the atmosphere gets heavier, due to the emanations of people who, "just in case," they stay connected, looking for "signs" of bad luck, trying to get past the cursed day unscathed. And then it seems that superstition has some foundation. SOURCE: VIVIANE TEMPLE

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Get a Little Witchy Questionnaire

Thanks @dandelion-witch for tagging me! (I remembered being tagged for once! Yay!)

1. Are you a religious witch? Which religion? Eeeeeeehhhhhh.... Every once in a while the Norse gods stick their noses into my witchcraft, but like 95-ish% of the time my witchcraft is secular.

2. What is your preferred herb? Depends on what I’m doing, now, doesn’t it? (Unless coffee counts as an herb, because... coffee...)  Seriously, though, I spend a lot of time in the kitchen doing kitchen-y things. My witchcraft has taken over a lot of that, too. It didn’t happen on purpose. It just happened. 

3. What is your preferred gem? Demantoid, though since they can be hard to get, my current ring is a blood garnet. (Like... so dark it looks almost black and I love it.)

4. Do you do divination? Which kind? I have done tarot for longer than a bunch of my followers have been alive. LOL... I’ve also played around with “junk drawer divination” and a few other things. That said, I don’t do divination often unless I’m offering readings for sale. Or unless the mood strikes.

5. Favorite Tarot card? All of them?

6. To Curse or not to Curse? I am Cursey McCurserton. There has never been ANY question about that. Not since I was aged in single digits.  Before anybody gets rolling with that whole threefold law thing, lemme tellya: It has never caused any backlash except the one time I did it wrong. (And that made me learn quick and compensate.) Any troubles and woes and bla bla bla that have come on my shoulders have either been my own bad decisions, or the decisions of others that have spilled over into my life.

7. Do you have a familiar? No, but I have wanderers.

8. Favorite candle color? Wax? I honestly don’t get the whole colored candle thing. 

9. Favorite rune? I don’t have one, but Sowilo really seems to like me.

10. Do you celebrate the solstices, full moons, etc? pfft.... nah. Why would I want to keep track of all that stuff, when I’ve got my own life to deal with? Seriously... I started carrying around a calendar so that I could keep track of doctor’s appointments, interviews, and deadlines, not so that I could track the lunar calendar and where the earth is on its trip around the sun.

11. Do you wear a pentacle? Not my do. 

12. Do you have a broom? Of course! I have areas of the apartment that need swept. I also have a mop and a vaccuum. None of them are used in my practice, though.

13. Do you have a pendulum? Not my do.

14. Do you have an athame? Definitely not my do. Like, seriously... Why would I go out and buy all these “nice” tools and such for “ritual purposes” in a tradition I don’t follow (read: essentially useless wallhanger art for use like twice a year mostly used by people in another religion) when I have a full set of perfectly serviceable, daily-use kitchen knives? Or scissors? Or things that actually do the job well? Now if that’s something you all have, that’s great... but it makes no sense to me.

15. How often do you meditate? ahahahahahahahehehheeheheheheee.... meditate....

16. Do you do yoga? ahahahahahahahahehehehehhehehe..... yoga.... I did pretty recently take up tai chi, though. I have a genetic disorder where one of the main symptoms is hyperflexibility. Since yoga holds the possibility of literally dislocating nearly every joint in my body, it’s not an option, but tai chi does not have the same dangers for me and does the same type of energy movement.

17. Whats your favorite herbal tea? eeeehhhh... Depends on what I need it for. (Unless coffee counts as an herbal tea. Because coffee.)

18. Do you support manipulation magic? As in taking somebody else’s free will? As in rapey “love spells”? As in the manipulation of the atmosphere, or the general energy in a room? Literally everything a witch does manipulates something. Or somebody. I really try to avoid taking somebody’s will away, even when cursing. It’s a lot more fun to set up some choices and watch them fall face-first based on their own actions.

19. How many altars do you have? Not a single one. I would just neglect them, and the gods know that, and are ok with it.

20. Do you do magic outside often? I do magic without thinking about it, no matter where I am. I’m one of those witches that has been doing witchy things for so long that it’s as instinctual as breathing. 

21. Can you read palms, or tea leaves? Can I? Yes, the tea leaves. Do I? Nah... It’s messy, and I don’t like doing it.

23. Is your third eye open? You mean that thing that was appropriated from Hindu culture? That thing? Right there? That I don’t deal with, since it was appropriated from Hindu culture?

24. Do you like Astrology? Whats your sign? I like to laugh at it. It’s just amusing to me, and generally so far off base that it’s worth looking at. Yeah, it can be accurate for some people, but somebody’s also got to be that difficult one. Dat me. Oh... and it depends on which astrological system you’re talking about. Western astrology I’m a capricorn.

25. Favorite flower? Or Tree? Depends on the day.

26. Do you have an animal guide? Why? Why would I want one? I’ve already got literally thousands of humanoid spirits all poking at me, I don’t need to add the critter factor in. (Although it has been jokingly said that a rabid squirrel on crack might be appropriate...)

27. Whats your favorite kind of magic? I don’t have one. Since there’s magic in pretty much everything I do, and all aspects of my life are pretty important to me, and my favorite part of the day/activity changes with each day (and sometimes every hour, if not more quickly), stating something is a favorite doesn’t do justice to everything else.

28. What time do you feel most like a witch? All day, every day?

29. Are you out of the broom closet? If people know what to look for, or ask, they know. Otherwise... Well, it’s fun to track the rumors.

30. Are you a hereditary witch? Or self discovered? IMO, claiming hereditary is a crock of crap. It smells too much like Aryanism, or “I have royal blood” or “I’m 1/16th Cherokee” or a hundred other elitist excuses to exclude other people from taking part in something. 

31. Are you in a coven? Or solitary? Solitary. Always.

32. Do you want to be in a coven? How big? Never.

33. When did you become a witch? Well, I can remember doing things when in the single digit age bracket, so.... Since pretty much forever? I want to say when I was like 5 or so makes sense, thinking about it?

34. Do you make your own spells? Oh yeah. And then never write them down. LOL... That said, the ones made up on the fly tend to have the most impact for me, personally. There are a lot of people who work better with a pre-written spell or rituals or whatever, but I’m one of those “let’s throw this shit in a pot and stir” types.

35. Do you make your own sigils? Nope. They don’t work well for me.

36. Why did you choose this path? Well, I decided Catholicism was not right for me the day I got chased out of catechism. Screaming. After injuring somebody pretty badly in an act of self-defense. (His actions were sanctioned by the church at the time, mine were not.) It was embarrassing for everybody in the family except me. I was proud of that moment. Then again, I was 8. From that point on it was just exploring options until I found something that fit. Honestly, I didn’t even know I was doing witchcraft until I was in my 20s. Then the interwebs came into wider use, and I found a group of people who shared some experiences, and found out that witchcraft was the name of this thing. 

37. Whats your favorite element? Neon. Oh... uh... earth, probably? Though not by much. They’re all kind of equal.

38. Do you do any misc. magic? All the time!

39. Magic or things you will never do? Never is too specific, dearie.

40. Strangest way a spell backfired? Exploding pressure cooker. (It wasn’t mine... Friend asked for a “little extra kick” in her canned salsa. Too much kick added. Oops.)

I’ll tag… whoever wants to play along because I’m a slacker and have forgotten... like... everybody? uh... @breelandwalker, @wodneswynn, @montanaheathen maybe? IDK