#it was the asphodel witch room

[forever-a-goat-kid]

Asterius please... You don't know what I had to go through to get here again......

[galacticnikki]

A Baby Witch's First Grimoire

Grimoire Entry 21 - Persephone Correspondences

The Kidnapping of Persephone

Zeus had three sisters. Hera was the goddess of marriage and queen of the gods. Hestia was the goddess of the home and hearth. His third sister, Demeter, was in charge of the harvest. Every god/goddess' job was important. Demeter's work was extremely important however. If she was upset, the crops could die.

Everyone, gods and mortals, worked hard to keep Demeter happy. Her happiness came from spending time with her daughter Persephone. Persephone had matured into a stunning young woman. One day, while collecting flowers in the fields, Hades, the god of the underworld, noticed her. Hades was usually an unhappy person. But Persephone's beauty had mesmerized him. He fell quickly in love. Before anybody could intervene, Hades grabbed Persephone and retreated to the darkest depths of the underworld, carrying her with him.

Persephone sobbed uncontrollably while imprisoned in a room in Hades' Hall. She refused to speak with Hades. She refused to eat. According to legend, if you ate anything in Hades, you would be unable to leave. She wasn't sure if the rumor was true, but she didn't want to take the chance in case someone arrived to save her. Nearly a week had passed. Finally, unable to stand her hunger, Persephone ate six pomegranate seeds. It seemed her fate was sealed. She'd have to live in the Underworld forever.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Zeus was concerned about the crops. People would die if the harvests failed and he needed to do something. Zeus did what he normally did. He dispatched Hermes, his youngest son as his messenger, to make a deal with Hades. When Hermes learned that Persephone had consumed six pomegranate seeds, he had to think quickly. He made a bargain with Hades: if Persephone married him, she would serve as queen of the underworld for six months of the year.

However, Persephone would have to come back every spring to spend the other half of the year on Earth. Hades agreed. Zeus agreed. Persephone agreed. At last, Demeter finally agreed. Demeter promised that each spring all the flowers bloom to greet her daughter, the Queen of the Underworld, upon her return. Demeter cries every autumn as Persephone makes her way back to Hades, allowing all the harvests to perish until April, when the cycle begins anew.

Associations

Torch

Sheaf of Grain

Wheat

Asphodel

Pomegranate

Seeds of grain

Narcissus

Wildflowers

Modern Offerings

Crystals

Amethyst

Onyx

Obsidian

Topaz

Citrine

Pink Tourmaline

Incense

Frankincense

Vanilla

Anything Floral

Colors

Black

Green

Blue

Purple

Magenta

Yellow

Food & Drinks

Red Wine

Olive Oil

Water

Fruit

Honey

Milk

Grains

Bread

Pomegranates

Herbal or Floral Tea

Dark Chocolate

Mint

Tarot Cards

The High Priestess

The Hermit

Miscellaneous

Images of what she's associated with

Flowers (Real or Fake)

Sheaf of Wheat

Freshly Harvested Fruits

Fake/Decoration Fruits

Crowns

Bones (Real or Fake)

Jewelry

Feel free to check out my master post for more information!

[bad-fucking-omens]

The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) - Epilogue & Postface

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 1.2K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: None

Note: This is the final part of 'The Witch Twin'. Thank you for reading <3

Read on AO3 or read below

EPILOGUE

“You look so beautiful,” Jane said. “Alec will be speechless.

I laughed softly at her kind words, meeting her eyes in the mirror. Heidi was putting the finishing touches on my hair. She carefully threaded the sprigs of baby’s breath flowers through the two braids that were pulled back behind my head, almost like a crown. The rest of my hair fell down my back in gentle waves.

“You really are gorgeous,” Heidi agreed as she brushed a loose curl away from my cheek.

“Do you think I’m ready, then?” I asked.

They both nodded and I stood, smoothing my hands over the skirt of my dress anxiously.

I was wearing a cream-white satin dress with a cowl neckline. Thin straps went over my shoulders and crossed along my back. The dress was long enough that the bottom hem just barely brushed along the ground when I was standing in my cream-colored heels, and it had a thigh-high slit on the right side. The way the dress perfectly hugged my curves made me feel incredibly attractive and I knew that Alec was going to absolutely love it.

“Do you think you’re ready?” Jane asked. I turned towards her and nodded. We shared a smile and she handed me a bouquet of white calla lilies, asphodel, and orange blossoms.

“Well then, let’s not keep that mate of yours waiting,” Heidi teased.

She slipped out of the room ahead of us to ensure that everything else was ready. Alec and I had chosen to have our wedding ceremony in the courtyard of the castle. The entire guard, the kings, and their wives would be in attendance. Neither Alec or I had wanted a big wedding, but everyone in the castle was family, and that was more than enough for us. As soon as we told Heidi that we wanted to get married, she instantly jumped into planning the ceremony with her mate, Corin. Alec and I were happy to leave all of the planning to the two women, since all we really cared about was actually getting married.

Jane slipped her arm through mine and we walked through the halls of the castle.

“I am very happy that you and Alec found each other,” Jane said quietly. “You have brought out the very best in each other, and I’ve never seen my brother as happy as he has been with you. . . . You were truly made for each other.”

“Thank you,” I murmured. “And I hope you don’t mind that I’ve begun to think of you as a sister.”

Jane smiled at me. She teased, “You are literally going to become my sister in a few minutes.”

We laughed together as we finally reached the doors to the courtyard. Jane leaned close to kiss my cheek before she slipped out of the doors. I took a deep breath and waited for a moment before I entered the courtyard.

Everyone was standing, watching with warm smiles as I walked down the aisle, but my eyes were only focused on Alec.

My soulmate was wearing a perfectly tailored, light grey suit with a white dress shirt beneath. He didn’t wear any kind of tie at my request, since I thought he looked more attractive without one.

When my eyes finally flickered up to his face, I saw that he was staring at me with a soft smile on his face, his gaze exuding pure love and admiration. The way he looked at me — as if I was the only person to have ever existed — filled my chest with warmth.

I glided down the aisle in time with the quiet violin music. Alec held his hand out to me when I was close enough and I eagerly took it. Heidi quickly snatched my bouquet from my hands just before I took the final step to the altar. She returned to her seat, holding the flowers delicately in her lap. Alec took my free hand so that he was now holding both of my hands.

‘You are so beautiful,’ Alec murmured in my mind. ‘My gorgeous, sweet girl. . . . I love you so much.’

‘I love you, too, Alec. My wonderful mate.’

We grinned at each other, then glanced at Aro as he began to speak.

“My dearest ones, we have gathered today to witness our beloved Alec and wonderful Eve unify their lives for the rest of their existence. They have chose to join together in marriage, to have a celebration of their love and loyalty and commitment to each other. They have endured through the challenges and obstacles that were placed before them, but we all know that true love always wins in the end.”

Aro looked at my mate. “Alec, do you come here today to marry Eve, and to join your path in life with hers?”

“I do,” he answered, looking into my eyes. He squeezed my hands gently.

“Eve, do you come here today to marry Alec, and to join your path in life with his?”

“I do,” I said. Alec’s lips twitched up into a soft smile and I breathed out a quiet laugh.”

“Alec and Eve have chose to tie their lives together in a hand-fasting ceremony,” Aro announced. “If you would please raise your hands up, my dears.”

We turned so that we were standing beside each other. We raised our clasped hands up between us, extending them towards Aro. He produced a long, red silk ribbon from his suit pocket.

“Alec, Eve, will you be each other’s faithful partner for eternity and be each other’s constant friend and one true love?”

“We will,” we said together.

Aro wrapped the ribbon around our hands once. “And so the first binding is made. Do you promise to love each other without reservation, to always stand united against any challenges you may face?”

“We do.”

“And so the second binding is made. Will you stand together in time of joy and of sorrow, and share the burdens of each other?”

“We will.”

“And so the third binding is made. Will you honor each other, and seek to cherish and strengthen that honor?”

“We will.”

Aro wrapped the ribbon around our hands one last time and tied it in an elegant knot.

“And so the final binding is made. The knots of this binding are not formed by this ribbon, but instead by your vows. . . . Alec, Eve, I am pleased to announce that you are now husband and wife. One flesh, one heart, one soul. Now, and forevermore.”

Alec pulled me close, his free hand on my waist, and kissed me fiercely while everyone cheered and clapped for us. I laughed against his mouth and reached up with my free hand to caress his cheek. We pulled apart a few moments later to face our guests. We walked back down the aisle together, our hands still tied.

We slipped out of the courtyard to wait patiently as Heidi ordered a few other guards around, transforming the courtyard from a wedding ceremony into a reception venue.

Alec pressed me against the stone wall, his lips claiming mine passionately. I giggled, but I still wrapped my free arm around his neck and pulled him closer. His arm slipped around my waist to gently tug me against his body.

“My beautiful wife,” Alec whispered against my lips.

I giggled and replied, “My handsome husband.”

POSTFACE

I asked Persephone,

“How could you grow to love him?

He took you from flowers to a kingdom

where not a single living thing can grow.”

Persephone smiled,

“My darling, every flower on your earth withers.

What Hades gave me was a crown

made for the immortal flowers in my bones.”

-  Nikita Gill

[cain-e-brookman]

Character Profile Tag

I was tagged by @eternalwritingstudent! thanks so much!

Name:

Uthyr Kri'Asphodel (Uthyr of the Asphodels, First of His Name)

Nickname:

Doesnt really have one?

Kind of being:

A witch, descendants of the Goddess Lythis of the Void.

Age:

45

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Roughly 5'5", dark umber skin, amber eyes, kind of stocky, with black hair he wears in mid-length locs. He usually wears greens or browns, sturdy boots, and if he's in his garden, thick gloves for weeding. In the early spring he'll pluck dandelions and put them in the fastenings of his shirt. He tells Crucius its just to keep the seeds from his plants, but really he likes when the bees stop by to rest in them.

Occupation:

Healer and apothecary.

Family members:

Most of Uthyr's family is gone.

Pets:

None, though he once had a rooster that someone had given him in exchange for his healing. He wasn't sure if they meant to for slaughter, but witches don't eat meat, so he made it a little house until it passed of old age.

Describe their room:

I'm gonna take this from the canon text:

"His home was more of a hut with one large area that served as his spell room, kitchen, and bedroom. New threshing lined the floor and gave the room an earthy scent mixed with the herbs drying in his windowsill. As he crossed the threshold, he was washed with a feeling of peace. He’d lived his whole life wanting for a space like this.  There wasn’t a single part of his home that didn’t speak to who he was. Littered with knick-knacks, his shelves held more baubles than potions or books. Mostly dried flowers and colorful or interesting rocks he’d found on walks. From the ceiling and on the walls he hung art and crafts from some of his more local patients. He never turned down a client, never required payment from someone who couldn’t afford the care, but even so, some who had little coin to part with gave him gifts of gratitude and he never denied one.

Way of speaking:

When around friends, he's talkative and bright, especially when discussing his garden or magic. He grows wearier around strangers, trips on his words and often comes across more blunt than he means to. He's a rather direct person and trying to decode niceties is a necessary skill he tries very hard at, but is not very good with.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitudes):

He's always very mindful of his posture, especially when working. He's a healer so he knows how improper movements can strain muscles and cause injury. When in the company of friends, he's very relaxed and open with his body language, but once in large crowds or in front of a lot of strangers, his shoulders tend to rise to his ears.

Hobbies:

Gardening, frog-watching, bee-keeping. He keeps saying he's going to make a bird feeder to better acquaint himself with the local birds, but every year he looks at the squirrels already stealing from his garden and remembers why he's yet to do that.

Favorite sports:

He's not much into sports. Anywhere in his country that might be holding any events is far too distant from him to care.

Abilities/talents/powers:

As a witch, his ancestors made pacts with each individual god, (except Raschic and Aeriessa,) for access to their power. Although he can draw from any, he struggles with cardinal elements, and only finds consistent success with Uensine, the God of Rest (healing,) and Emjir the Trickster (hexes and such.) Considering those two gods famously don't get along, Uthyr has never been sure why he excels at both their magic.

Relationships (interaction with others):

Crucius: his best friend. For the last few years, his only friend. Although Crucius is secretive and inscrutable, Uthyr values his company and his wit.

Alma: In Uthyr's eyes, Alma is all of two years old. He tries not to talk down to her, as she's a fully realized Priestess of Uensine, and as such can call upon her god's waking dead with a single prayer, she's also incredibly naive in a lot of ways, due to being, in Uthyr's eyes, all of two years old.

Bran: Bran is too big for his britches and needs to come back to the ground with the normal people, as far as Uthyr's concerned. He tries to ignore the one-sided rivalry Bran has decided on, but does occasionally revel in putting the other witch in his place.

Fears:

Being left, not being able to say goodbye, as well as little things like crowds and being in the center of attention.

Faults:

Uthyr is always kind, but not always nice. He does tend to be rather impatient where people are concerned. He rarely sticks up for himself like he should, and tends to downplay how important he is in people's live.

Good points:

He's always kind. Despite his objections to it, he's brave and steadfast, loyal and chivalrous, with a love of the world he lives in and the people in his life. His heart's too big for his body.

What they want more than anything else:

A quiet life with his garden, with Crucius across the way. Their daily tea while he talks about how his flowers are getting on. To be important enough to Crucius to be worth telling secrets to. Perhaps a peach sapling to plant this year. Might be nice to have a cat around...

alright i'm tagging @spideronthesun @topazadine @inadequatecowboy and @skullduggeryandfilibuster

[rviner]

@ofwrxth tammie x nora - cowgirl

She isn’t a fan of cities, but after what feels like weeks trapped within the institute, the prospect of wandering around New York feels like Tammie's been promised a vast expanse of ranch land to roam. One deep inhale as she steps outside of Asphodel is enough for her to decide that horse shit smells considerably sweeter than city fumes. And it only takes another breath before she and her sister manage to dodge the security tasked with watching them, disappearing into the bustling crowd in the blink of an eye.

Having no set destination is familiar territory for the Scott twins. A promise of adventure which they've been denied ever since the weirdo goth witches bundled them upstate. But, between bursts of their cackling laughter, Tammie grabs Nora by the collar, dragging her along when something catches her eye. A bar called Cowgirl seems promising, but as soon as Tammie steps through the door, a slight frown settles on her face. "Oh." the disappointment drops bony shoulders in a huff. This isn’t the dive bar she envisioned. No rusty tables for card tricks, no seedy-looking men nursing their twelfth drink before noon. Instead, it’s practically a pristine museum masquerading as Southern charm.

"This feel offensive to you?" she mutters to her sister. "Whatever. I didn't run all that damn way not to get a beer. Can't beat 'em, join 'em, I guess." Tammie heads towards the bar where a gaggle of girls in pink cowboy hats are laughing and chatting animatedly. She exchanges a look with Nora, one glance worth a thousand words. "I ain't gonna do nothin', don't worry." Tammie assures with an innocent tone, almost offended at the silent assumption and raising her hand in a weak gesture of surrender. The older Scott twin says nothing more, her eyes scanning the room with a mixture of bemusement and resignation. Well, she can't stay silent for long as she turns from the bar with a hand on her hip. "I'm just sayin', it's like we're a damn joke? I ain't laughin'. You laughin'? They're the only ones laughin'." she points, obviously, to the pink cowgirl hats.

[manybcdthings]

asphodel

felix ranstrom and isabella belcourt @rviner

As Felix sought out the little Belcourt witch's office, he was immediately met by the soft sound of Isabella humming quietly to herself carrying from the door. Felix tuned his senses closer, noting the absence of any other sound and an amused smirk spread across his face. Her humming morphed into a little conversation with herself and he tilted his head, taking a moment to find sheer delight in the gentle muttering of her voice. Lost in her own world of concentration. Which he interrupted, pushing open the door and inviting himself in. "Found your red flag. That's a sign of madness, Isabella." he grinned, giving a pleased nod to the flowers that were displayed on her desk.

Getting anything delivered to Asphodel was a tedious task, an address further down the street acting as the inconspicuous "post-room" of the institute where one needed to wait for deliveries to then be brought over. So, seeing those flowers on her desk before midday was almost a cause for celebration. "Do you have a secret admirer I need to worry about?" Felix teased, offering her a playfully narrowed gaze while respectfully waiting for her to close out of any sensitive information. Only then did he step closer to drop a quick kiss against her forehead. The fleeting affection was stopped when he brandished the huge, obnoxious hardcover Finn had left him to contend with. "Not only here to annoy you but also to request a favor." Felix said, waving his hand around the title. "I'm not really in the mood to wander through the city with 'The Theory of Wolves' tucked under my arm. I'm convinced that a furry allegation would ruin me."

Felix placed the book to her desk, allowing Bella to do her little witchy fingers but not without another kiss to her temple, and then another. He moved away with a slight reluctance but found a childish self amusement as he sprawled across the couch opposite her. Adopting the role of patient with a laugh as he stared at the ceiling. "It all started when I was born." Felix stated, twiddling his thumbs around one another. "And I've just realized my girlfriend talks to herself...and has a secret admirer. So, really. What's the point to anything anymore."

[ofwrxth]

+ NICK / ASPHODEL

"Good, you're still here," Nadia says, stopping short of the volunteer office in the east building. It's already late, but the night seems likely to drag on with recent developments. Thankfully, at this hour, there are far less people milling about. "I need your help." She says without explanation, already gesturing at him to follow her. An explanation might have been nice, however, considering her singed hair and the bit of soot staining her cheeks. "We've a bit of a situation," she says, glancing at her son. "And your discretion is absolutely necessary. Understood?" Nadia asks without waiting for a reply. She strides down the hall, the spark of magical energy at her fingertips as she leads him towards an unidentified room.

Before she opens the warded door, Nadia turns to him, finally catching her breath. "There's a cursed object in this room, Nicholas. And a witch who's bound to it. I've put her to sleep, but I don't know for how long." Which is why she needs his help. Nadia begins to deliver crystal clear instructions, calm as ever under pressure and trusting her son to be the same. "I need you to keep her under while I try to break the bind between her and the object." A witch with cursed magic was incredibly dangerous. "If she wakes...we'll have more than the object to deal with." And there are still many questions that linger, like how she'd even gotten ahold of the cursed object apart from the alchemy labs. Or why she'd chosen to wear it. Foolishness comes to mind, but Nadia's gut tells her it's more than that. Either way, it doesn't matter until they've broken the curse. "Can you do that?" She beseeches her son. He's more than capable in Nadia's estimation, but her belief in his skills only go as far as his own belief in himself.

@manybcdthings

[oraculumx]

where. levent’s room who. @bloodxlevent​

A God was dead, and Lucretia had done what many others before her could not, or simply would not. And Bastien’s vision had come to fruition, a fact that pleased him immensely. Which was precisely why he had made himself right at home in Levent’s room, legs kicked up onto the bed as if he made all the rules. Though, the Eladrin should have known by now that what was his was also Bastien’s. “Come, come,” he instructed the moment the other had come into the room, a hand patted upon the space next to him. It had never been unusual for the witch to be in high spirits, but with the latest victory for the Asphodel coven, it was exceptionally high. A grin transformed his features as Levent came in closer, and he hummed with an almost giddiness, “Are you ready to celebrate?”

[shadowseveron]

Time: Evening Location: Narcissus House Characters: @efigeniax & @shadowseveron

The small and young witch, Yurena, had become his go-to for the affairs of the Asphodel. He had always liked prodigies, especially as one himself. But now that the sweet little coven was their neighbor, Severon had decided to branch out a little more. Make some friends. And if there was one other thing that the old drow had been consistent with outside the realm of his own work, it was to keep track of the bloodline of witches that had been canny enough to kill Sulevan eons ago when the earth was still young and their kind still so rare. Among the very first of the witches and hungry for power, that ambitious family had eventually died out or become rather boring as the centuries passed. But one of their very few remaining descendents was finally someone that resembled those very first, someone that he wasn’t at all surprised to find in Rome, a city brimming with new opportunity for the magical and at the very precipice of change. She was older than she should be, and unintentionally a fey-killer and drow-maker. Due to Kaan’s connection to the Asphodel and Severon’s own ingenuity, it was easy enough to gain access to his cute little Narcisses House and so he’d made himself quite at home.

The sun had set and the room was bathed in moonlight from the windows as the drow lounged on one of the coven’s couches. Most of the witches had gone to sleep by now or otherwise preoccupied just as he’d expected. The drow had planned this night right down to the T, and so it was gratifying to finally watch the witch walk in and pause at the doorway. “Good evening,” he drawled. “You look quite good for your mortal age, Efigenia.”

[chrysacr]

Tagging: N/A Timeframe: Early Spooktober, 2023 Location: Eichen House Notes: short and sweet, just cute banshee things.

"Let me in!"

It hadn’t taken long for the senate to come. Marshals from the three covens had appeared within the hour, all the windows to Chrysaor’s apartment were blown out, the neighbours in the apartments that surrounded him weren’t dead but they might as well have been. The banshee’s wail had torn their souls from their bodies and scattered them across The Otherworld, in their wake were people who’d needed immediate hospitalisation. Death rejected them, but sepsis came back again and again in a repeated and vicious cycle. The wind howled as the ground beneath Chrysaor’s building shook, violent and ceaseless the banshee’s wail did not cease. Words that echoed on the wind came with unending repetition, a wail that joined the others of his kinds in their scattered places within Rome and its countryside. Control was something that any banshee was used to losing, for all that Chrysaor could do he prided himself on the fact that he was mostly kept in check. 

“Chrysaor!” 

This marshal had to be well informed, but even as the banshee’s name tore through the wind, Chrysaor could not stop. 

Continuously he shouted: "Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!"  

Explosive wind tore apart the wall, Chrysaor was a writhing mess of anguish as he heard the fists that beat upon the doors and saw the faces of those that shouted on the other side. He had to tell them, he had to warn them, but he could say nothing but the words that were ripped from his throat again and again. Too torn to even think, the banshee was an echo of a marionette as his strings got caught up and twisted in Fate’s hand as it curled over the city. There were so many people, there was so much death; Chrysaor had spent centuries in undeath and even before then had walked this world as a faiman for a long time. He had watched the light fade from the eyes of monsters and men alike, he had been at his master’s side as the necromancer rained fire upon Rome the first time the senate went to battle against the Asphodel. 

If that had been a whisper, this was a scream. 

Witches suppressed the wind while others attempted to shield the banshee’s wail, one was struck and their soul was flung away but the rest managed to muzzle him with something. An apparatus magically designed from an Amaranthian origin that Chrysaor was too inexperienced to know. Powerful as it was, the banshee still yelled behind it, his wail was self-contained and echoed only within himself as the garbled words continued to pour through the other side: "Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!"

Vitriol sorrow streaked his limbs, anguish so profound that it made the spirit’s bones feel numb. Static under his skin that burned against the ice in his veins, they had to know, he had to warn somebody. Even as the tears streamed the banshee’s anguished face there was nothing that any seemed capable of doing. The wail continued as Chrysaor’s body reacted responsively, his limbs flailing as he thrashed and clawed at the muzzle in an attempt to get free. Madness. Some whispered, but Chrys was not alone. An attack? Others questioned, the breadth of power the necromancers wielded was formidable, this could have been them. A sign? Because what else could the wail of so many be? 

Institutionalised under the senate’s watchful eye, restrained in a jacket with a muzzle over his mouth, the padded room made it so Chrysaor couldn’t hurt himself by accident. Not that he could anyways, he was a spirit. In truth it was a secondary precaution in the event that he broke free, the padding was designed to cushion the wail and stop him from breaking out the others as well. Because there were more, many more. Someone will come, but who? They won’t just leave me here: but how many years had he been trapped before? Ragged wails stripped thought and freedom from his mind as his throat tore itself apart to keep prolong his unrelenting cry.A level above the senate’s prison and anyone within could hear the yelling, it didn’t matter how many restraints were in place, and it didn’t matter how many levels of security were there to cushion the cries. The same three words rang out all day and all night without rest: "Let me in! Let me in! Let me in!"

They won’t leave me in here, they can’t leave me in here.

[amalasingh]

Person: @augustcavaliere​  Location: As he’s tryna sneak out The whole place is in chaos, the tension that has plagued the whole ceremony has come to a head and Amala is an opportunist, if she’s not going to be able to control herself, she’s going to make it count. It’s something she’s conscious about as she moves from room to room, teeth sinking into a mortal if they get in her way, less to drink from and more to maim. She’d been made a fool of at Halloween when those witches had left her home in ruins, her once cozy seat on senate now practically burned her. It kept her from taking matters into her own hands and one of those damn Asphodel witches had to be around somewhere, they were far too smug to stay away, she just- “You.” The witch was so tall he was hard to miss as he ducked into the hall and she doesn’t waste any time in hurrying after him, practically throwing people out of her way. There’s too many people, other vampires fighting each other for a shot at the blood of a mortal, fey, or worse, each other.  “I should kill you!” She calls after him, emerging into the hall, fangs bared and dress ripped in several places. 

[artiificiial]

Thank you for cheering me on! I just wanted you to know, after defeating Meg I made it up to Asphodel and 3 rooms in, died. 😆

Am I going back for more?? YOU BETCHA!!

that sucks!! asphodel is absolutely killer, i hate the witch circle room where they’re all armored ughhh

also feel free to update me on ur progress :3

[dxrkenedheights]

Name: Julien Sinclair

Age & Birthday: 57 years old, March 10th

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man / He/Him

Birthplace: New York, NY

Species: Witch

Connection to Asphodel and/or the Syndicate: Tech

Job/role: Instructor

Positives: Dedicated, Innovative, Outgoing

Negatives: Inflexible, Stubborn, Dad-Jokes

ABOUT

Julien was born and raised in New York City when the family business of Sinclair Enterprises was still climbing to the impressive height that it stands at today. He always knew his future would be involved closely within the world of tech, and there is a running joke that Sinclair's have brilliant minds as well as wit. From Thea, to Vincent and even to Seraphina. There's a certain eccentricity that seems to follow a Sinclair mind, and Julien considers his a gift rather than a curse. Julien always knew it was better to make use of it and not let it go to waste, studying within computer science and cyber security.

Despite being a hard worker, Julien knows how to have a good time even if those years are well and truly behind him. He was in his twenties when he met Marianne, they were later married when their daughter Seraphina was two years old. Fatherhood certainly changed Julien for the better, and despite being understanding of how Phina wishes to treat life as an adventure, he still tries to subtly and not so subtly steer her back within the world of tech. Sometimes, rifts for his determination and stubbornness are caused but Julien still considers himself the luckiest man in any room whenever Marianne is with him.

At times, Julien has worked as an instructor at Asphodel, sharing his knowledge with aspiring tech savvy witches and how the future of supernatural greatness lies in their very hands. But after the murders on the institute and a weak alibi, Julien was removed from his placement under questioning. It's only been recently that he's emerged again after his name has been cleared, certain that there will be some that aren't quite convinced. His problem is how he can't be entirely honest where he was, helping the Kelly's with an arms deal that wasn't on any books, not even The Syndicate's.

[bab3tte]

Tempus

𓆩II𓆪

Part 𓆩I𓆪

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC

Summary: In a wizarding world, it is a rare event when a witch is born with the ability to manipulate time. These witches are known as Tempuses. The last known Tempuse was born in the 16th century, but due to her powers, the Ministry of Magic became scared and imprisoned her in Azkaban. After her release from Azkaban, she experienced much pain and suffering. Out of fear, they burned her alive. one thing is certain: when one Tempuse is killed, another will be born.

Warnings: None

Wattpad: Bab3tty

Pattern Banner from: @cafekitsune

The first few days are always weird, but trust me, it can not be weirder than mine. First, I bumped into a group of friends, accidentally poured pumpkin juice on Blaise, and then stairs took me somewhere else. Finally, the Potions class. I have to say this class is very gloomy, I kind of like it. It has greenish stone walls. Few desks filled with potion equipment. Walls have the most commonly used ingredients overall it's beautiful. I was observing a room when suddenly the door opened.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class as such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle sense and exact art that potion-making is" To be honest I thought that was quite obvious since the subject is called potion. When Elizabeth took out her parchment and started looking at stuff around Snapes mind suddenly went elsewhere.

The year 1971

Lily was looking around the classroom, smiling at everything that made her fascinated. She nudged "Look at that flower. It's beautiful" you could sat that Lily was very observant cause that jar was sitting behind a big cauldron "that's asphodel, it is a type of lily but has a bad meaning" Who would've thought Severus snape was interested in such flowers. "it's still beautiful".

End of flashback

Snape definitely does not like my brother. The way he looks at him makes it quite obvious. As expected, Harry already got in trouble.

"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" asphodel sounds... Oh wait it's a type of lily, and it's associated with death and graves. That behaviour is pure evil. How dare he remind us of our dead mother?

"Respectfully professor, I don't think it is right to ask first-year student questions which you know he won't be able to answer"

"And why is that Miss L'orange?"

"Because he grew up without magic, Plus that potion is an advanced one and Is not taught until the sixth year"

"Looks like we got miss confidence here, 5 points to Slytherin for your bold actions, now back to our first lesson"

Months have passed since I stepped foot into Hogwarts, and I have to say that Hogwarts is very pretty during every hour of every day.

"Hey, L'orange or Potter, which one do you rather?" Turning around, I saw the same blond boy the one that was in Olivanders.

"Whatever you rather, we've met before haven't we?" he is very familiar looking but I don't know why

"Yes back in Olivanders. My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy."

"Elizabeth L'orange but you already know it"

"Malfoy! Are you coming?" snape was calling him from the classroom

"I got to go, private lessons, since I am so good in potions I study many advanced things" With that Draco walked off, is this boy mental? When I walked into the great hall Harry, Hermione and Ron were waving at me so I sat at Gryffindor's table.

"We need your help, Eli," Harry said in a confused voice

"So Eli I heard you are pretty good at history of magic we need help, have you heard anything about philosopher's stone?"

"No that kind of topic is not in Hogwart's normal library, you have to look through the restricted section, now I have to go back to my table I promised to meet Pansy, see you later?" I met Pansy on the first day, turns out we are roommates, all other dorms were full except ours, and there are only us, while in other dorms there are four people so I consider myself pretty lucky. After dinner, I was wandering around in the dungeons when I heard some weird sounds "White, Time, change, prove" It was like a ghost was speaking, and when I followed the sound I came to a wall. Seriously? A wall. Looking around a bit on one brick I can see there is something white "Lumos"

ᚾ . . . ᛈ . . . ᛞ . . .

"no, no, no don't disappear, where is this parchment" I started scribbling what I saw onto a parchment, if anyone walked by they would think that I was crazy. Looking at them I recognized them as ancient runes, but slowly they disappeared and just as I was about to touch the wall voice called me

"L'orange what are you doing out of the dorm" Great timing Malfoy.

"I was going to a common room" I started walking while eyeing the wall "By the way Malfoy, you shouldn't point out one's mistake while you are doing the same thing, good night". Moron Is probably thinking no one is allowed to give him any kind of insult. As soon as I walked into the dorm I went towards Pansy

"do you know anything about runes?"

"no, why?"

"oh I was just interested I like the thought of knowing ancient runes"

"Oh I don't know a lot but I know most of the books that have full information are in the restricted section" I desperately need to speak with Harry, we could go into the restricted section together he will get his job done I will get mine.

"thank you goodnight pansy" Slytherin dorms are very pretty in calm colours, only sound you can hear is of the lake it is especially nice when it rains droplets going into the lake and hearing those sounds while fire cracking is quite nice, helps me get a good sleep.

Morning, at the dinner hall

"Harry! Are you guys staying over during Christmas break?" I said as I sat around the trio, making my sandwich.

"Only me and Ron are staying" Harry said with a sad face.

"Okay I have an idea. While Hermione is at home, we can go into the restricted section, I need the ancient Runes book, and then I will help you find stuff about philosopher's st Deal?"

"Deal. "three of them said at the same time. Okay, Christmas is in 15 days, so that gives me time to do my Hogwarts assignments these days, so I will be completely free during Christmas break. Elizabeth turned out to be an amazing student, outstanding everyone in almost all subjects, which made Hermione quite annoyed. As professors said, she had quite a passion for a potions DADA and the history of magic. So good that she also went to private lessons, The only one who refused it was Snape, saying that they should not make her think like she is some kind of good wizard as he said to himself "Maybe Lily gave her some talents but no daughter of potter would be good enough in potions". As days passed, she became better and better, dealing with every challenge Snape would give her.

Finally, the day Elizabeth was desperately waiting for came 25th December. She was alone at her dorm since Pansy went back to her home, alongside her friend group. When she woke up she found a few presents that surprised her as she looked through the present she found a few tags, "from Molly – it was a knitted sweater, from Pansy, I know this is your favourite flower, and also peace of your mother can be with you – a necklace of lily of the valley, from harry and ron, - sweets and chocolates From hermione- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, exclusive version"

she smiled sweetly at the present before running off to breakfast.

"So tonight we will meet up near the library, I will bring my invisibility clock, and we will find books and leave" Harry said as Ron nodded his head.

"invisibility what?"

"oh I got it this morning. The note did not say who it was from, but I know it belonged to our dad" My dad is cool.

"I will go to Hagrid's hut to pass the time" It was snowing outside, and I couldn't believe how beautiful Hogwarts can be in every season "Hagrid!"

"ei hello Eli" Hagrid's hut was very warm on this chilly day "I just baked e' " they taste real badly, but I have to eat it

"thanks hagrid, can I ask you something?" As soon as I said that, Hagrid's face became stressed. "is there a possibility you know anything about runes appearing on the walls of Hogwarts?" hagrid turned around.

"um, er, no... er... I don't think so" he stated while patting his dog. "Hagrid please I need to know it..." Plus, I have some good pumpkin seeds to gift you"

"er... okay... okay... there was a time when Tempuses were walking around Hogwarts, it was their sign, their language of contact with each other, usually tempus ghosts contacting one and... that's all"

"what's a tempus?

"I can't tell ya a lot, Eli. Found that out yourself "I gave him his pumpkin seed and made a mental note to find information about tempuses in the restricted section.

"thanks hagrid" We spent a few hours talking as usual he was telling me about dragons and animals in the forbidden forest. The time finally came.

"Harry, Ron, where are you" I whispered

"over here" they were under an invisibility cloak... wow that's cool, I went under It, oh god, I can't wait to get this thing off me. "here we are" looking around sections "A, B, C, D, E.... R here it is "Runes and their meaning" and I need T... T.... T... "how to find tempuses, what are they and how to deal with them" Looking through the pages, I finally found my answers

"ᚾ - necessity, the rune of fate, symbolizes need, patience, and determination at the same time. You have a pressing task ahead of you... ᛈ -  Perthro is considered very mysterious, The rune says that something new will come into being...ᛞ - The process of concept becoming realized, paradoxical truth" Okay I guess this will make more sense after I read about tempuses...

"Eli quick someone is coming" I did not have any choice so I stole a book about Tempuses and ran off with them, I accidentally took a different path, but I got to the dorm safety. Now I finally have time to uncover the truth.

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[seeingvivianne]

Exhaustion hung on Vivianne, grief for so many lost and physical tiredness that no amount of sleep would be able to fix. But every bit of her magic went into the spell that the witches performed together. She thought of all those in the camp, likely more protected than any there in the Pyramid as forces barreled on them only barely contained by Nettelia. She thought of all the Dahlia witches keeping the border together, fighting, Marco supplying everyone with the energy to go on. She thought of them as the spell reverberated through the room and out - bringing the Necromanteion to them.

The success was relative. When the news came of the Otherworld camp the Sovereign was still recovering from the expelling of so much of her magic, leaning against a wall that trembled with the battering the outside was taking. "I think we're going to need Marco here for a moment," she murmured, speaking to Abel. That's when her world fell apart.

Dozens of Dahlia witches and the man that she had considered little less than a nephew, Marco. Even Yurena, who had managed to pull away from the Necronomicon's influence and change the course of the war. All gone. All ripped away, body and soul. Never to know peace and rest. For the first time in ages Vivianne let herself acknowledge that August was much like them too. She thought of her mother, turned into a draconic monster and her father lost his mind in a hospital. All of them enduring a fate worse than death. Yet she was somehow still here, still alive and unchanged, left in the dust. She pulled away, turning, the voice of Abel and another Dahlia witch nothing more than a humming noise somewhere in the back of her head as her ears rang and her breathing turned ragged with a rising sob.

'Viv-'

"Enough!" She screamed, spinning around. Even with exhausted magic, items scattered and fell from surfaces nearby. A glass bottle shattered. Vivianne thought of Pythia, the Asphodel members she heard by name and every monster she had seen the past few days. "I will KILL them." Every bit of the Sovereign's grief poured into her voice but instead of sorrow it came out in undefinable rage unlike had ever been seen in her since she'd been an adolescent. "I will not be left to pick up the pieces of NOTHING ever again! ENOUGH." Vivianne didn't know if she meant that, but in that moment the exhaustion hit her so violently that the desire poured out. The desire never to have to try to hold the ashes of her home in hand and try to put it and herself back together again. A sob was let out, but as soon as the sob left her throat so did all that rage and energy. Vivianne was more or less quiet as she let Abel take her in his arms. But when usually she'd let herself cry and sob a little longer, she only tried to catch her breath. She closed her eyes. The last time she'd known such hopelessness a little child came to her and he was alive and that had kept her going, that was enough to make the young witch realize she'd done okay, even with her father's blood on her hands. But that little boy had become a man and he was gone now. The Sovereign was calm too quickly, resolve steeled in a concerning record time as she tensed. Vivianne's skin felt cold and she felt empty but she was alive. There were things to get done. There was blood to be shed.

END.

"You're right about that." The ghoul was a ghoul now, which made him a problem of the present but so far Marco hadn't heard a peep from him. Not like Vivianne did, he wondered what that meant, if the old sovereign really didn't even think about the last boy he'd tried to sacrifice, or if Vivianne was just his target all along. The angel of vengeance that had swooped in and saved Marco just in the knick of time.

After the witches had broken through, they began their spell throughout the City of Dis. Whatever it was, Vivianne had tried to teach it to him but Marco was inept at anything that didn't come from the kitchen. Food was his strength, complex in its own way, but conjuration at this degree with so many people involved required a sort of understanding of the school that Marco simply never had. He'd remained at base camp, cooking for those who came back in from the field, all but minding his own business as the tower hummed with life and magic.

Golden light rose through the great tower and Marco felt the wash of spirits. It was beautiful, and then shortly after they were negated by the infernal magic that washed itself from necromanteion. It rolled across the base camp and struck Marco with such force that he felt it rippled into every nerve and fiber in his body. The witch came undone at a base, cellular level as bits of his body were ripped and torn away from the aether. Ribbons of skin rippled as his flesh was peeled from his bones, his soul and identity shredded through a grinder as he was funnelled into the necromanteion in an instant.

Dead.

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@gloriouswhispers ines x margo - asphodel

It's like the city is holding its breath after the storm. But Ines is relieved that her shifting urges are finally under control. Or, somewhat under control. She now exists with the uncomfortable feeling that her body would rather transform, but at least it's a dull sensation instead of overwhelming. Leaving her therapy session with Finn, she cradles a stack of new books the witch insisted she kept. Her destination is the resident floors, a familiar path she takes whenever she's at the institute, always seeking out Margo. She wishes they were both in New York under different circumstances, but there's a sense of normalcy being able to spend time with the now-Shade.

Reaching her friend's room, Ines knows the door will be unlocked as Margo is mostly confined to the institute until the impromptu shadow stepping gets easier to control. With a practiced tap and a nudge, Ines juggles her books and steps inside. "Hey." she greets perkily, lifting some of the books in offering. "Wanna laugh with me at some of these? Use humor as a defense mechanism against the fact they kinda make good points?" she grins, wandering closer to set the stack of books on the edge of Margo's bed. "If you feel kinda...ok enough, we could grab coffee out?"