#radiant magick

[dumbass-fae]

✨️🪞Glamour Magick🪞✨️

Glamour magick is a spell that you cast on yourself to change how others perceive you. 

The key to this working is to manifest your intent. It's a placebo effect. If you believe it is real, it will become real (in a sense). 

Normally glamour magick is preformed while getting ready for the day, night, or an event (school, date, outing exc. exc.) Which means it blends into the mundane. 

You can create oils and blends anything your heart desires, even magickly infused foods and drinks, or you can use what you already have: shampoo, hair brush, makeup, moisturizer, toothpaste exc exc.

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A good place to start is with:

color magick/correspondences

♡Red- confidence, romantic love, strength 

♡Pink- self love, kindness, platonic love, softness 

♡Orange- creativity, energy, sucess

♡Yellow- happiness, joy, positivity 

♡Green- luck, healing, money manifestation 

♡Blue- peace, calm, clairity, communication 

♡Purple- imagination, intuition, peace

♡Brown- friendship, security, stability 

♡Black- protection, banishing

♡White- clensing, peace, truth

♡Silver- healing 

♡Gold- sucess, wealth

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Moving on, we will get into more correspondences/enchantments in glamour magick. 

Bath/Body 🛁

• Shampoo- clenses negativity 

• Conditioner- restores positivity 

• Body scrub- removes negative energy

• Lotion- (varies by scent), softness

• Hair oil/ leave in conditioner- protection 

• Deep conditioner- restores positive energy 

Skincare 🪞

• Facial cleanser- removes negative energy 

• Facial scrub- clenses negativity 

• Moisturizer- protection, restores positive energy 

• Serums- (varies by ingredient), locks in good energy 

• Spot treatments- conceals what you do not wish to be seen 

• Eye masks- clairity

• Lip masks- sweetens your words 

• Suncreen- protection 

Makeup 💄

• Mascara/eyeliner- see through lies, enhance your eyes beauty 

• Lip products- people will listen when you speak, sweeten your words/influence

• Eyeshadow- (varies by color)

• Concealer- to hide what others should not know 

• Highlighter- to apear more radiant/glowing 

• Blush- to appear innocent and soft 

Other 🐚

• Toothpaste/Toothbrush- clense negativity

• Hairbrush- remove negative energy 

• Nail polish- (varies by color) 

• Glasses- to see what others cannot 

• Hair- Braid your hair with your intentions 

• Perfume- (varies by scent) 

• Clothing- (varies by color) 

• Jewelry- (varies by intent) 

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Remember, affirmations and enchantments are key to glamours 

• say or think corresponding affirmations while doing your skincare or makup 

• enchant everything you use with intentions, you could even put sigils on them 

• enchant your jewelry for a specific purpose

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This is from my personal grimoire, thus my own opinions on glamours.

you can reblog with other glamour related tips and tricks 💕

[talonabraxas]

“Oh, how superior is the Eye of Horus to the Mouth of Isis!” — Aleister Crowley

Aeon of Horus Talon Abraxas

The modern Aeon of Horus, with our times of self-realization as well as a growing interest in all things spiritual, is considered to be dominated by the Principle of the Child. The Word of its Law is Thelema (will) which is complimented by Agape (love), and its formula is Abrahadabra. Individuality and finding the "True Will" are the dominant aspects; its formula is that of growth, in consciousness and love, toward self-realization.

Of the Aeon of Horus, Crowley writes:

the crowned and conquering child, who dieth not, nor is reborn, but goeth radiant ever upon His Way. Even so goeth the Sun: for as it is now known that night is but the shadow of the Earth, so Death is but the shadow of the Body, that veileth his Light from its bearer. (Heart of the Master)

And also:

The Aeon of Horus is here: and its first flower may well be this: that, freed of the obsession of the doom of the Ego in Death, and of the limitation of the Mind by Reason, the best men again set out with eager eyes upon the Path of the Wise, the mountain track of the goat, and then the untrodden Ridge, that leads to the ice-gleaming pinnacles of Mastery! (Little Essays Towards Truth, "Mastery")

[the-mortuary-witch]

APOLLO

WHO IS HE?

Apollo is the god of the sun, prophecy, oracles, light, music, the arts, song, poetry, healing, medicine, plague, disease, protection of the youth, knowledge, and herds. He is the son of the god Zeus and the goddess Leto, and the twin brother of the goddess Artemis. Apollo is depicted as a handsome and radiant god who is skilled in many areas, including music, archery, and medicine. He was also known for his intelligence and foresight, and was often consulted for advice and prophecies. Apollo was often depicted holding a lyre, the instrument that he played and used to soothe the worries of mortals.

BASIC INFO: 

Appearance: Apollo is usually depicted as a handsome young man with golden hair and a radiant complexion. He often wears a laurel wreath, which is a symbol of victory and excellence, on his head. He is also often depicted holding a bow, a lyre, or both, and wearing a flowing robe that is sometimes adorned with intricate patterns. Apollo is often portrayed as a youthful and attractive god, with a strong build and a confident, almost arrogant demeanor.

Personality: he is known for being a warm and affectionate deity who is fond of his devotees and enjoys their company. He is often depicted as being charismatic and charming, and is known for his quick wit and intelligence. He is also known for his appreciation of art and culture, and is often depicted engaged in music, poetry, and other artistic pursuits. With his devotees, Apollo is often portrayed as being generous and responsive to their prayers and supplications, and is often called upon for favors and blessings related to health, creativity, and success.

Symbols: lyre, laurel wreath, silver bow and arrows, tripod, the Sun, and Sunday

God of: the sun, prophecy, oracles, light, music, the arts, song, poetry, healing, medicine, plague, disease, protection of the youth, knowledge, and herds

Culture: Greek

Plants and trees: sunflowers, laurel, larkspur, cypress, apple trees, palm trees, and hyacinthus

Crystals: sunstone, citrine, yellow sapphires, carnelian, heliodor, golden healer, peridot, anorthoclase, anglesite, swiss blue topaz, calcite, star sapphire, aurichalcite, cherry opal, white topaz, brewsterite, silver topaz, bristol diamond, ceylon sapphire, pecos diamond, blue amber, blue kunzite, bony amber, inderite, binghamite, Arkansas diamond, ajoite, baltic amber, trolleite, cacoxenite, mystic topaz, diamond, ulexite, corundum, milky quartz, boulder opal, goldstone, Ethiopian opal, black obsidian, and topaz

Animals: swan, raven, tortoise, serpent, wolf, dolphin, and mouse

Incense: orange, lemon, clove, myrrh, frankincense, cypress, vanilla, and cinnamon

Practices: music magick, healing, art magick, protection, divination, and medicine magick

Colours: gold, yellow, orange, silver, blue, and white

Number: 7

Zodiacs: Leo, Gemini, and Virgo

Tarot: The Sun, The Chariot, Strength, and Temperance

Planets: Sun and Mercury 

Days: Sunday, Apollonos, Hyakinthia, Apellai, Thargelia, Litha, and Yule

Parents: Zeus and Leto

Siblings: Artemis (twin) and many paternal half-siblings 

Partners: Cyrene, Rhetia, Daphne, Coronis, Hyacinth, Terpsichore, Rhoeo, Parthenope, Psamathe, Areia, Hecuba, and Melia

Children: Asclepius, Aristaeus, The Korybantes, Hymen, Anius, Cycnus, Linus of Thrace, Lycomedes, Melite, Miletus, Oaxes, Oncius, Orpheus, Troilus, Phemonoe, Philammon, Tenerus, Trophonius, and various others

MISC:

Sun: Apollo is associated with the sun because he was the god of the sun and the personification of the sun's light and warmth. The sun was seen as a powerful force that brought life and growth to the earth, and Apollo was believed to control the movements of the sun across the sky and regulate its heat and light. As the god of the sun, Apollo was also associated with purity, truth, and the passage of time, and his presence was often invoked in rituals and ceremonies related to the sun and the changing of the seasons.

Music: he was believed to be the inventor of the lyre and to have a deep understanding of music theory and composition. Apollo was often depicted playing the lyre, and his music was said to have the power to soothe the emotions and inspire the soul. Apollo was also the patron of musicians and singers, and was often called upon during musical competitions and festivals to judge contests and offer inspiration.

Poetry: his name is said to be derived from the Greek word "apo," which means "away" or "back," and the word "poiein," which means "to make" or "to create." As the patron of poetry and the arts, Apollo was said to have invented the art of writing and the alphabet, and he was often depicted holding a golden lyre, which he used to play music that inspired poets and bards.

Snakes: Apollo is associated with snakes because he was said to have control over snakes and could charm them with his music. One of the most famous myths involving Apollo and snakes is the story of the Python, a massive serpent that lived on Mount Parnassus and terrorized the people of the region. Apollo was said to have slain the Python and made the snake sacred to himself. 

Bow and arrows: as the god of archery, Apollo was said to have unparalleled skill with the bow and could hit targets at great distances with accuracy and precision. Apollo's skill with the bow was legendary, and he is often depicted as using his bow to hunt, protect, and defend. The bow and arrow were also symbols of power and authority, and Apollo was often depicted holding them in statues and frescoes.

Laurel wreath: the laurel wreath is also associated with Apollo's role as the god of poetry and the patron of the arts, as the laurel plant was believed to have healing properties that could cure madness and inspire creativity. The Laurel wreath worn by Apollo is a symbol of his victory over the Python and his mastery of the arts.

Ravens: they are often associated with Apollo because they are believed to be his sacred birds. The raven is a bird that is closely associated with prophecy and foresight, and Apollo was often depicted accompanied by a group of ravens that are said to have provided him with information and wisdom. One of the most famous stories involving Apollo and ravens is the myth of the Oracle at Delphi, where the god Apollo would receive prophecies from the priestess, and the ravens were believed to be his messengers.

FACTS ABOUT APOLLO:

His oracles were often consulted for guidance in various matters. He was in general seen as the god who affords help and wards off evil. 

Medicine and healing are associated with Apollo, whether through the god himself or mediated through his son Asclepius. Apollo delivered people from epidemics, yet he is also a god who could bring ill health and deadly plague with his arrows. 

Apollo presides over all music, songs, dance, and poetry. He is the inventor of string-music and the frequent companion of the Muses, functioning as their chorus leader in celebrations. 

He  is an important pastoral deity, and he was the patron of herdsmen and shepherds. Protection of herds, flocks and crops from diseases, pests and predators were his primary rustic duties. On the other hand, Apollo also encouraged the founding of new towns and the establishment of civil constitutions, is associated with dominion over colonists, and was the giver of laws. 

HOW TO INVOKE APOLLO:

If you can afford it, get a statue of Apollo. If you can't, print out a picture, get whatever picture frame you can afford, and put the picture in the frame.

Next, on a bright sunny day, find a place (preferably outside) where you will be surrounded by sunlight and undisturbed. Try to pick a time of day when the sun is directly above you. Bring some water with you. If you cast circles, cast a circle, and feel free to enhance this ritual in any way that makes sense to you. Hold your figure of Apollo up into the sunlight, and chant. What you chant should be relatively short and easy to say. It helps if it contains a rhyme or rhythm to it, but neither is required. It should be in your native language and should say something like, "Apollo, mighty Sun God, fill this vessel with your presence". (Come up with your own words.) Chant them over and over. When your arms get tired, you can lower them, just keep the image in the sunlight and keep your hands on the image.

While you are chanting, make eye contact with the image. You should eventually start to feel that the image is looking back at you. He is. Keep chanting the same words, but let them strengthen the sense of presence and awareness you feel in the image.

Chant as long as you can. Make the god's presence in your image as strong as possible. It's okay to take a drink--your throat will need it--but when drinking keep the chant going mentally until you're done drinking.

When you're done, take the image home and put it on an altar. At least once a day, place some food and drink on the altar for the god. "As above, so below" means (in part) that all items on this earth have an equivalent in the energy/spirit world, and you are giving this food energy to Apollo to enjoy and strengthen his presence. Do not eat/drink the offerings, throw them away or leave them outside for wildlife.

From time to time, also burn incense or do other things that strike you as probably pleasing to the god.

Once you have an altar set up with Apollo, pray to him daily. Make eye contact; part of Apollo's presence resides in your statue/picture. Be open and receptive to impressions, feelings and urges in reply.

Always express gratitude whenever you are done interacting with Apollo.

When you feel you have established a strong bond with Apollo, pray mentally to him, and then pause, waiting for a reply. Keep your head quiet but don't impose quiet in your mind, let it be like clay ready for Apollo's touch. If you keep making progress you will eventually feel thoughts form in your head that you didn't put there. That's Apollo, talking back to you.

PRAYER FOR APOLLO:

Apollo, shining son of great Zeus and blessed Leto, twin to Artemis,

Bright-faced god, ever present, ever distant,

We greet you with reverence and awe. 

Clear-eyes Apollo, far-seeing one, sharp-sighted archer, always true of aim, true of vision, true of perception,

Constant guide of poets and musicians, of those who seek beauty, of its creation,

You grant to us the tools of artistry—words drawn from the heart, laid with care, tales told with skill and vigour, prayer and song to honour the gods, melody and harmony,

All the joy and sorrow of our lives transformed. 

Apollo, fire and form of inspiration, I honour you. 

SIGNS THAT APOLLO IS CALLING YOU:

Feeling a strong connection to sunsets and sunrises. 

A connection to music on a deeper level than you ever have before, and randomly hearing or writing songs that include his sacred symbols in some way, can also be a sign that he is close by. 

Idly doodling or drawing his sacred signs and symbols, or suddenly feeling more creative, artistic, and confident than ever before, you can assume that Apollo might be trying to influence you at least a little bit. 

Seeing his sacred animals in unusual places or in synchronistic ways can be a sign that Apollo is near or is trying to get your attention. His sacred animals include but are not limited to ravens, crows, hawks, swans, cicadas, mice, and snakes. 

Sudden interest in divination, such as oracle, tarot, scrying, or charm casting can be a sign that Apollo is wanting to connect with you. 

Wanting to suddenly learn poetry. 

OFFERINGS:

Sun water. 

Music (all kinds).

Foods and drinks: wine diluted with pure water, milk, herbal teas, honey and honey cakes, orange or lemon pastries, lamb or goat meat, fruits (mainly citrus fruit), cheeses, wheat, breads, chocolates with orange or lemon flavours, bay leaves, sunflower seeds, and almonds. 

Olive oil. 

Golden objects such as gold bowls, gold wine cups, flakes of gold, etc.

Bows and arrows, toys, or art. 

Images or art of the sun. 

All musical instruments, especially stringed instruments. 

Wolf and/or dolphin imagery. 

Any images of birds, especially crows and swans. 

Yellow, gold, and white candles. 

Incense such as frankincense or myrrh. 

Laurel wreaths, tree branches or leaves. 

Gems such as amber, sunstone, and yellow sapphires. 

Aloe vera. 

Bandaids. 

Poetry you’ve written. 

Music you’ve written. 

Art you’ve drawn. 

Flowers such as lily of the valley, anise, and sunflowers. 

Photos you’ve taken. 

Concert tickets. 

Golden jewelry or jewelry of the sun or arrows. 

LGBTQ+ flags. 

Divination items (tarot cards, pendulums, etc).

Wolf and/or dolphin art, toys, or photos. 

Sunscreen. 

All bird feathers, but especially swan and crow feathers. 

Dance (all kinds).

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

Support up-and-coming/indie artists and musicians. 

Sing to Him. 

Play musical instruments for Him. 

Hold dance parties. 

Try and wake up early and watch the sun rise. 

Make a playlist for Him and listen to it daily. 

Read poetry to Him

Take care of your mental health and remember to take your medicine, if you have any. 

Try different types of divination. 

Go for a walk and feel the warmth from the sun. 

Let more sunlight into your home/room. 

Learn a musical instrument or how to sing. 

Sunbathe. 

Learn simple medical care, like CPR. 

Learn about His history, His mother’s history, and His sister’s history. 

Try archery. 

Learn about His lovers. 

Attend pride. 

Support LGBTQ+ rights. 

Wear yellow or orange clothing. 

Honour Leto and Artemis. 

Pray to Him and speak to Him often, things to consider praying for are guidance, healing/good health, inspiration, a prophecy or truth. 

Exercising. 

Get vaccinated. 

[voraciouskingdom]

As we step into the Golden Age, a time of radiant transformation and boundless possibilities, I invite you to awaken the mystic within you.

Breathe in the cosmic energy that dances in the universe, and let the light of love guide your journey. We are all stardust, luminous and eternal.

Let compassion be your compass, and kindness your currency. Together, in this age of enlightenment, we shall create a symphony of souls, elevating the collective consciousness to new heights.

Are you ready to embrace this divine adventure? Let's hold hands in spirit, transcend limits, and illuminate the world with our shared magick.

🔥❤️‍🔥

[theoccultmoon]

Moon Water 101|Harnessing Lunar Energy|

Moon Water is one of the simplest yet most versatile tools in witchcraft. It’s a powerful way to harness the moon’s energy and infuse it into your practice. Whether you’re looking for a boost in spellwork, a tool for cleansing, or a way to deepen your connection with the lunar cycles, Moon Water has got you covered. Today, I’ll guide you through the essentials of creating, storing, and using it 

What Is Moon Water? ² ² ²

⟡ Moon Water is water that has been charged under the moonlight, absorbing the moon’s energy and intention. 

⟡ It’s a practice that dates back to ancient times when water was seen as a sacred medium for holding and transmitting energy. 

How to Make Moon Water ⚱

What You’ll Need: 

⟡ A container (any jar, bowl, or bottle will do). 

⟡ Water (tap, bottled, rainwater whatever you have access to). 

Steps: 

⟡ Place your container of water under the moonlight. You can leave it outdoors, on a windowsill, or anywhere the moon’s light can reach. 

⟡ Set your intention. Speak or think about what you want the water to be charged with peace, clarity, protection, etc. 

⟡ Leave it out overnight, then collect it before sunrise. 

Optional Touches: 

⟡ Add crystals like clear quartz (for amplification) or rose quartz (for love) to your water but make sure the crystals are water-safe! 

⟡ Write your intention on a piece of paper and place it under the container. 

Working with the Moon Phases ☁︎

Aligning your Moon Water with the lunar phases can amplify its energy. Here’s a little overview of which phase is best for what (and if you’re curious to dive deeper, I have a few in-depth posts about lunar phases on my Patreon!). 

✦ New Moon: Perfect for setting intentions, manifesting new beginnings, and self-reflection. 

✦ Waxing Moon: Use for growth, abundance, and progress. 

✦ Full Moon: Ideal for charging water with powerful, radiant energy great for protection and completion spells. 

✦ Waning Moon: Charge water for banishing, releasing, and clearing negative energy. 

✦ Eclipses: A more advanced use be cautious, as the energy of eclipses can be chaotic and transformative. 

How to Use Moon Water ✧₊⁺

⟡ Cleansing: Use it to cleanse your altar, tools, or crystals. 

⟡ Drinking: If safe to consume, drink it with the intention of internal magick. 

⟡ Bathing: Add it to your bath for a spiritual cleanse or relaxation ritual. 

⟡ Spellwork: Use it in potions, anointing candles, or watering plants as part of a spell. 

⟡ Offerings: Present it as an offering to deities, spirits, or ancestors. 

⟡ Protection: Sprinkle it around your home for protection or peace. 

Storing Moon Water ִֶָ࣪☾.

⟡ Keep it in a sealed container, ideally out of direct sunlight to preserve its energy. 

⟡ Label your jars with the moon phase and date to keep track of their energy. 

⟡ Use within a few weeks for maximum potency, though some practitioners use Moon Water for months. 

Moon Water is a perfect example of how magick can be both simple and deeply powerful. With just a jar and some intention, you can channel the moon’s energy into your practice in countless ways. Have you made Moon Water before? Share your favorite ways to use it, I’d love to hear how you incorporate this into your craft! 

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[storyofmychoices]

Tuneless Wonders

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist] 

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC) Book: The Elementalists Word Count: >600 Rating/Warnings: general, no warnings, all the fluff Prompts: @choicesjanuary2024 aurora (borealis); @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma shows Beckett that the tuneless world has magic of its own.

It has been FAR too long since I've commissioned art of these two. So I am very excited to have been able to commission this piece by the ever talented ArtByAinna (IG) to kick off our TE @choicesbookclub

The vibrant hues of the aurora borealis painted the sky in a mesmerizing dance of celestial colors. Beckett and Emma found themselves at a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of their friends. The ethereal lights shimmered overhead, casting a magical glow upon the landscape.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Emma teased, lacing her fingers with his as she rested her head on his shoulder. “The tuneless world has its own magic.”

Beckett couldn’t help but be captivated by the enchanting display painting the sky. “Wow,” the only word he could manage slipped quietly from his lips, his gaze fixed on the celestial wonder above.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with a blend of awe and admiration. “Nature's magic is unparalleled. Earth has her own set of spells that she blesses us with."

A surge of appreciation for a magic he had never considered before washed over him. Beckett had read of this natural event in books, of course, but he never imagined them quite like this. In his readings, it was simple. It was science, just a bit of chemistry—an interaction of particles, solar wind, and the Earth’s magnetic field—nothing special. Yet, the reality of what he thought nothing of, now, left him breathless.

Emma’s words continued to resonate with him as he stood entranced. He couldn’t deny the magnificent enchantment surrounding them. He slowly breathed in the cold air, letting it fill his lungs, the moment overwhelming him in the best way. As he exhaled, Beckett attempted to let go of the complexities of magical academia he had spent his life mastering, allowing room for this new appreciation for the tuneless wonders he never would have understood without her.

“It’s breathtaking,” he whispered, his words of reverence drifting from his lips in wisps of warmth against the cold air.

Emma’s gaze met his cool, grey eyes, which shimmered with the colors of the heavens. “Perhaps nature’s magic is the truest form. No spells, no textbooks—just the raw, untamed beauty of the world. Maybe that’s where it all started. Maybe this and other examples of Earth’s magic is the origin of all other magick we know.”

“Thank you.” His fingers brushed tenderly across her cheek as he cradled her face.

“For what?” She smiled softly.

“For sharing this with me—” he began, his gaze drifting once more to the beautiful dance above them. "—for convincing me that there are wonders and magic I still don't understand—" His words were quieter now, “—and... for being smarter than me.”

“What was that?” Emma’s brow quirked with mischief. "I couldn’t quite hear you—"

“You heard me well enough.”

She considered it for a moment. “I think I heard you say I was smarter than you—the one and only, Beckett Harrington. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” She rested the back of her hand against his forehead.

He shook his head. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Well, if you want me to stop, you know what you have to do.” She grabbed the lapel of his navy peacoat, pulling him closer, their noses brushing together.

His freckled cheeks flushed at her gesture. “You’re impossible.” Beckett’s words were lost as he closed the gap between them. As their lips met, the warmth of her kiss seeped deep into him, a radiant glow that warmed him inside and out, like the gentle embrace of the soothing sun on a cold winters day.

The celestial lights above bore witness to their kiss, a moment of pure magic that rivaled the magic of this world and the magick of their studies.

I haven't written Beckett in... I honestly don't know how long 2, maybe 3??? years!?! I hope that our Book Club replay of TE will inspire some more Beckett and Emma stories. So far, I really only ever wrote them in my Detention Series.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

[wanderingwitchspeaks]

Energy Work... What is it?

As you progress in your exploration of witchcraft, you will fall upon many conclusions and notice various resemblances in energy from individual to individual. You will begin to recognize the unique significance you attribute to various correspondences. You may begin to fall upon the conclusion different colors represent different states of being to you as opposed to your colleague within the craft. For instance, the color red may not always symbolize passion or anger for you, yellow might be symbolic of psychic power, and purple could convey a sense of caution. While, yes, there are charts that live amongst literature instructing you as to what hues and textures represent what emotions and mental states, these connections are wholly subjective. Energy is often perceived as a spectrum of colors and materials that could mean something entirely different to you compared to someone else. It primarily revolves around individual viewpoints arriving at the same result or inference. 

I tend to visualize energy as a radiant mist exuding various shades. However, in extreme cases, one's energy may reshape the texture of the energy I sense. Moreover, these hues help portray the emotions I sense from the mist or substance. For instance, to interpret a friend's energy, I could describe the sensation as such: "Your energy mirrors that of an innocent child, filled with curiosity, optimism about the future, and abundant love for the world. Nonetheless, it feels somewhat empty, perhaps due to a recent deep wound inflicted upon you by someone close. It appears you may be seeking solace and support from others who may not be equipped to meet your needs, which in turn intensifies your feelings of desertion." Alternatively, I could interpret it simply as: "Your energy feels a mix of yellow and blue, and slightly melancholic. Do you want to discuss it?

In essence, energy sensing refers to the capacity to perceive the external energies in your surroundings. This involves detecting energies from plants, objects, stones, and people. Why is this important? For those who practice magick, energy sensing is utilized to recognize and perceive energies outside their own that they might want to engage with. This is evident when you ask a plant for permission before taking something from it, or when you try to understand what a crystal can provide you. Conversely, it can be employed in vampiric rituals. Energy sensing finds its use in divination or spirit work, and can also be utilized by energy healers to support medication and identify energy obstructions and toxins, thus allowing a more effective mental and physical healing process.

Energy sensing can let you work with spirits, nature, deities, energy healing, tarot reading, and anything outside of the self. 

We as people and everything around us are made of energy. We can work with this energy in various methods, some people are going to be naturally better at energy sensing than others. This is seen in empaths, vampires, and sensitive people in general. 

In short, energy sensing is essentially advanced empathy. This empathy extends to those who have closed themselves off, those who are unsure of their own energetic current, plants and even inanimate objects. I hope this somewhat clears the way for your personal practice in energy work. 

Farewell!  <3

[abysswalkersknight]

I was listening to elden ring's soundtrack and somehow that lead to this.

Granted I'm still not sure about the shading in particular but let me know what you think

Once more, info and probably baby sized story below...

"As his song fades into the air, his sky returns to it's clear state, wind and radiant sunbeams ruffling his feathers. Afterwards, the fog emerged, gathering and weaving magic only he could sense and feel. Although he had the power disperse the fog with a mere flick of a talon, it meant little to him either way. Quite some time later, the tiny mortals began to gather the old stray feathers Isol would shed and pluck at certain times. What odd behaviour indeed..."

This is Solum Isol, a dragon born to a long ancient breed called the Primordials that were once revered as gods. Known to civilisations as the dream weaver the sky dragons worshipped him as their guardian and protector, securing his territory with a fog that deterred any trespassers and keeping their dreams free of nightmares. He was also known for his love for needlework and music, weaving intricate dreams together like fabric whilst playing the most beautiful melodies, dressmakers, bards and mages all claim him as their patron deity.

Although it was not known that unlike his kin, Isol had cared little for the mortals who worshipped him, too shy to interact with anyone he preferred to keep to himself and his music, at least until one day he finds a little bard at his favourite haunt practicing a song. Intrigued, he corners the bard, wondering why they were there "what an interesting tune. Do tell me little mortal, what brings you to such a place? Do you not fear the storm?"

For Isol only ventured out on the days when storms were on the horizon. Years later he would come to befriend this little bard named "Opèra" visiting every time a storm would begin near their spot, sharing songs, stories and dances for hours until the first drops landed, until one day Opèra never showed up, or the next, or the next after that. Concerned for his only friend Isol would venture out to the mortal's village for the first time, flinching and shying from the revering gazes and cries of awe until he was stopped by the village elder claiming that Isol must have been so pleased with their offering that he deigned to grace them with his presence, later Isol would discover that the village had found out about his and Opèra's outings they thought his little bard would make the perfect sacrifice to him as they have done for many years to ensure his "protection"

Isol would soon become so enraged that the winds howled and rains flashed as he morned his friend. Flooding the lands into an isle, mountains were wretched from the ground to forever hover in the skies, a testament to the wayward magicks frothing in the air. In his grief Isol was driven to madness, he wished that he had never met his little bard, that these pathetic mortals never knew of his existence, that they never existed. So as punishment he turns the fog that once protected the dragons against them, connecting it to a world where dreams touched the waking and releasing monstrous creatures that preyed on those who slept.

Only decades later, would a mysterious knight come to reclaim the ravished lands from the maddened Isol, finally putting him to rest as their sword tears through his weary chest. Saving the land from his grief.

Or did they...

[liminal-zone]

courage, dear heart

i wrote a thing! 

AO3 fic link: atomic blonde

fandom: Narnia/LOTR crossover | ship: Susan Pevensie/Éowyn, background Haladriel

rated: mature | tagged: crossover, canon compliant, pining, Gender Politics with Clive Staples and John Ronald Reuel, post The Horse and His Boy, bittersweet

Summary: It’s not the first time a power beyond understanding ripped Susan away from her home to fight in another world’s war. And in this strange country, she will find her courage.

Set as Frodo becomes the ringbearer, set after Susan returns from Tashbaan and the Battle of Anvard is won.

a/n: Written for @thenarniaficexchange 2023 for @syrena-of-the-lake. Is this fic just a string of references from all seven narnia books, at least five lotr books, various narnia and lotr films, a lotr tv show, Churchill’s “we shall fight on the beaches”, and Shakespeare? Maybe so.

Two canons in a blender, my favorite scene in this is when the Dark Lord Sauron comes to Queen Susan in her dreams to take her apart and finds something he didn’t expect. And my heart aches to answer an unanswered question in the fic about magicked memory loss and the Problem of Susan, perhaps in a sequel. 

Excerpt:

Her hands are dirty from drawing the circle, fingers burned from the blue fire.

The bright magic ring she wears is cold, very cold; cold as the bottom of the sea. And it sings of power, not of the flesh, but over flesh. The power of the Unseen World.

In her mouth is the language spoken before the dawn of time. Before the Deep Magic was written. Before the Sun and the Moon were made. “Call her up.”

*

It’s quite sudden – the searing sound in her ears and then a great pop – and she’s no longer riding alongside her sister in the wilds of Galma but in a strange, alien land.

She stills her horse, and is surprised to find it not the dumb Galman beast who was a pleasure to ride along the sands of the ocean, but a great stallion fit for a warrior of renown. The shabby islander saddle is now richly ornate, covered in symbols she does not recognize. The windswept sea of grass smells sweet; rich earth beneath and a warm yellow sun in the endless blue sky above. Massive forests and towering mountains in the distance, and far off to the south, clouds of smoke. No recognizable landmark of any kind.

This curious little girl from Finchley has experienced travel between worlds before, but she does not quite remember the first time. Something about a mother who loved her and a great stairwell and the numbing horror of nonstop destruction; all faded in memory and deemed unimportant, lost. She is now queen of a great country; taller than her brother, the High King, and a remarkable beauty sought by highborns across the known world. Her raven-colored hair and red lips, haunting the dreams of many. Her gracious kindness, a balm to her loving subjects once subjugated by winter and a witch.

More importantly, she still remains curious.

For she is Susan, by the gift of Aslan, by election, by prescription, and by conquest, Queen over Narnia under the High King Peter, the Lady of Cair Paravel and Protector of the River Rush, Blessed by the Radiant Southern Sun, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion, Daughter of Eve, the Gentle.

And this strange country, unknown to her, is Middle Earth.

*

Her magical horn came with her, tied to her belt. There is no hesitation as she raises it to her lips. Father Christmas had said “–wherever you are–,” so she blows it, calling for help in this alien place.

The full velvety sound rings out across the grassy plains, ringing up through the nearby mountains and reaching forests unknown and reaching foreign ears in their towers of stone. (Perhaps even reaching the power that brought her here.)

A rider appears in the distance. Susan narrows her eyes, considering if this is friend or foe. She only has a dagger and her wits, which may be enough.

It is a warrior with a shield on his arm. He rides a white steed and golden horse hair flows out of his helmet. He shines bright like the famed white stag and Susan feels an intense urge to chase this rider at once, to put an arrow in his heart and drag him to the ground.

To demand wishes? Perhaps. The urge is unknowable.

But no: this is no white stag, nor a magical creature of any sort.

And Susan does not yet know that this is no man.

Susan called for help, and help has arrived in the form of Éowyn, the Lady of Rohan.

*

It is a cautious meeting and neither dismount.

The rider’s gaze is appraising, obviously noting Susan’s foreign dress. There’s the uncommon length of her raven hair, adorned with the lush island flowers of Galma. The dagger and white horn at her side, and the ease in which Susan is managing a stallion. The queenly posture; a regal confidence undoubted. (This is learned behavior. Pevensies can trace their lineage to poor fishermen in East Sussex and poorer soldiers from Normandy.)

Susan’s assessment is this: the young rider is a dangerous warrior, lithe and well-knit in frame, made all the more queer with his open courtesy to a stranger.

“What country, friend, is this?” Susan asks.

The rider tilts his head. “This is Rohan, my lady.” His voice ringing out clear.

And what shall I do in Rohan? Susan thinks, miserably.

“Are you in need some assistance, my lady?” the rider continues, a look of concern in his gray eyes. A pause. “I am Dernhelm, at your service.”

*

Dernhelm listens to her tale and “strange sorcery” is his response. He thinks a moment before: “Have you experience with witches?”

Susan gives a smile, but it is a bitter one. She knows more than some about witches.

After Susan explains, Dernhelm nods. “The way I see it is this: you have appeared here through magic, for what reason, I cannot say. And you have appeared in Rohan, for what reason, I cannot say. You are no servant of the Dark Lord, there is something true and honorable about you.” He stops there for a moment before a continuing in a most peculiar tone. “The wizards have no interest in queens; what is a woman to the affairs of air and earth? So, the Lady of the Golden Wood, she must be behind this and her reasons could have promise in them.”

“The Lady?” Susan echoes quietly. There are hags that called Her “the White Lady.”

“She is a great sorceress. An elf-witch of terrible power who dwells in Dwimordene.” Dernhelm looks grave. “It is said that all who look upon her shall fall under her spell and are never seen again.”

Susan shivers, thinking of the horror of Jadis’ castle. Of Tumnus’ look of terror, frozen in stone.

Dernhelm continues. “My brother believes she is a myth, and–” he pauses as if pained by a memory unspoken. “My king’s advisor says webs of deceit were ever woven in Dwimordene.” He raises his chin, and his eyes are shining bright. “But I believe differently. There is an old, old tale of this elf-witch helping my annointed forebear, the first of our kings. I choose to believe that tale. I choose to believe that in our time of need, the Lady came to our aid. High honor to protect the king and his men, and dread magic too. And perhaps, perhaps if she is behind this, she can be reasoned with and you can return home. Should you have the courage, you seek her out.”

“Then I shall go to find this Lady of the Golden Wood,” Susan says. “If you will take me there, sir. For I do not know the way.”

The man sucks in air and holds it a moment before: “For this journey, you have my sword, your grace.”

[levodoom]

The Verd - World Map

"For Queen, for Empire, for Radiance.

Nightmarish Devils and Dark Strangers walk beside us and hide in magicked shadows. Many lands remain forever cast under night and darkness, as Eternal Storms rage on without end or regret, while Minutes and Hours themselves cease to obey their own Laws.

Murderous Princesses, drunk on brilliant Lustre, compete for scraps and birthright, as Radiant Empress looks down upon them and their Game, knowing that one day hers will end too. And in-between it all; the low yet loud whispers of an ancient, long-forgotten being, shrouded in void, cold malice, and twisted madness, corrupt the minds of the frail and strong alike.

But still, Mankind has endured these new realities. New technologies and discoveries found through perseverance and talent, has led the Modern World into an era of electrical industry, to supernatural revelations obtained from study and new philosophies, and to the rise of the Candle Faith and its promised Radiance; which seeks to grant commoners and high-born alike safety from the Darkest Nights, and even still some small comfort from the whispers in the dark depths of Mankind's broken mind."

[mahoushojoumonster]

@doomstarmagician || What if we kissed…?

The battle had been intense, but the two had always been ready to meet that intensity with their own strength, working in tandem and dancing like leaves on the wind, seemingly without purpose but always drawn to their inevitable destination.

For Doomstar, this had always been the False King and his Leviathan.

And for Mana… well, there was a reason stories of them so very often included the other. His fight was hers for as long as he allowed her to stand beside him. He was her best friend and her commander in this war, and there was no way she would let him fight alone.

Doomstar had stopped in his tracks midway through battle and turned on his heel, offering little explanation as he tore off in a new direction. Mana hadn’t needed one, and had followed without a word, already fishing an energy replenishment out of dimensional storage for him…

He’d had that look in his eye.

And all too soon, the dust began to settle, nothing on the air but the sickening smell of unholy blood coming from the dying ‘God’’s throat.

And the Doomstar Magician stood upon on its back, covered in grime and muck and old magick residue, holding at his side the newly removed head of the False King.

There was still the faint glow of power in his eyes, an inhumane glint as he surveyed friend and foe alike, even as the Entity prepared once again for slumber.

Under normal circumstances, she might have kept her distance, but instead the Dragon Knight stepped forward, lifting her sword.

“For Atlantis!”

He smiled, raising his prize for all to see, a tired smile on his face, his gaze meeting Mana’s and softening.

He’d avenged his home and Master…

It was finally over.

——————✨

Of course, for so many in the Realm of Spirits, this meant celebrations aplenty. While the humans moved on quickly, going back to their daily routines as their fallen came home to them, the spirits themselves recognised this event for what it was.

The Beginning of the next Era, free of the threats of False Gods and extinction brought on by its presence.

The sky was filled with lights and explosions so bright that Doomstar might not be able to see his stars, and the music from the little town had been playing for hours.

As Mana sat on her little balcony rail, she couldn’t help but wonder how much energy they all seemed to have. She felt like she could have easily have slept for a week rather than party, exhausted as she was from the constant fighting and stress.

She watched the sky thoughtfully, picking at the chipping paint on the railing next to her.

“Are they still going?” The soft footfalls indicated that Doomstar had followed her out, and she turned her head, smiling at him. Compared to the last few weeks, he looked radiant, if not exhausted, bathed and redressed in some old comfortable things he’d found in her closet.

(Possibly pyjamas she’d stolen from him years earlier.)

“So he’s pale underneath all the grime of war! Who knew?”

She heard a chuckle as he joined her. “I thought you’d be asleep, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Everything’s far too bright and loud for that,” she answered, nudging him. “Besides… I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

He didn’t say anything, leaning his elbows on the railing next to her and turning his face towards the sky.

She waited a moment before reaching out to caress his cheek with a hand, leaning down to touch her forehead to his lovingly.

Such indulgences had been left behind for the most part during the fighting, shelved to keep from distraction.

Neither of them had wanted to give Dartz any extra advantages, after all.

Just being close and fighting together had been enough for them, with Doom so laser focused on his goal.

So this almost felt brand new again, and Mana could feel her heart thumping in her chest, nervous as she pulled back and away from him.

What if he didn’t feel the same anymore? What if their distance had changed them too much? What if—

Doomstar’s eyes opened. “You’re overthinking again, my love.”

She froze. He hadn’t called her that out loud in a very long time. Much longer than she’d liked.

“Mm… I am,” she sighed. “It’s been such a long time, I just…. Didn’t want to assume that we…”

He laughed, soft and tired as he reached out to take her hand.

She found herself laughing as well. How ridiculous it sounded out loud. What was this time compared to what they had already shared.

“Okay, yeah…”

She twisted their linked hands to kiss his knuckles, still bruised and cracking from the last fight.

“I adore you, sweet man. Even when you’re laughing at me.”

She tugged gently, kissing at the pressure point in his wrist.

“Even when you drive me mad with worry…”

The next tug pulled herself closer to him, sliding off her railing so she could stand beside him.

“And even when you are so busy fighting.”

“Oh? Even then?”

“Especially then.” She raised herself onto her toes and kissed his nose. “You’re very beautiful when you bring the heavens down on people.”

Nose to nose, they stopped for a moment to just hold one another, Mana just enjoying watching the reflections of light dancing in Doomstar’s eyes.

“May I kiss you, Darling Star?” She asked teasingly. “Or is there another crusade to go on first?”

“Mm… Not for a little while, my Best Girl. I think you may.”

And she was pretty sure it was her with stars in her eyes for once as their lips met.

[sovaghoul]

I wrote this many years ago, prose to convey the Beltane myth. It's sensual and erotic but not explicit, implied het!sex. Please enjoy.

💝 Joyous Beltane 💝

The Maid waited anxiously in the Grove, knowing soon that Her Love would emerge from the trees. Although She knew exactly what was to happen this night, She was no less excited. To be reunited with the Lord She loves above all others after His death in the Fall, the cold lonely Winter, and the teasings of Spring, this first day of Summer was remarkable indeed.

When She at last heard the approaching footsteps, She dropped Her shift to the ground, Her pale skin radiant in the rising Moonlight. The Magick of the Full Moon sparked, sizzled, and cracked around Her as Her Love drew ever closer. Finally, after seemingly endless moments, a form silhouetted against the setting Sun at the edge of the trees.

Her breath caught as He stepped forward, His beauty far greater than She remembered (as seemingly happened every year). She took in His defined, lean muscles, the grace in His stride, the passion in His eyes. The ends of His dark tousled hair barely brushed the ruddy flesh of His shoulders, His budding antlers peeking through the mass above His forehead. His desire for Her was obvious as He continued His advance, and the Maid let loose a peal of joyous, inviting laughter.

Seeing Her, the young buck of a God broke into a run, His hunger now barely contained. Her silken hair fell in delicate waves to the middle of Her back, a fawn-colored waterfall from the crown of Her head. Her eyes glowed at Him even from a distance, and the rapid rise and fall of Her bosom only excited Him all the more. Within moments He was in arms’ reach of the Maid, and His hands nearly itched with the anticipation of caressing the soft, supple curves of Her body. A flittering déjà vu flickered in His mind, a faint memory of another tryst not unlike this one. He shook it from His thoughts though as He stopped, leaving little more than a hair’s breadth between Him and His Love.

His panting breath was warm and bore the lush scent of the woods as it met the Maid’s face, His eyes flashing and His heart pounding from more than just the sprint. She remembered His face, of course, even though the last time She saw Him as Her Consort, He had been old and weathered. She knew that only His Divine Soul remembered Her, not His young conscious mind; He always lost His powers of recollection on His yearly sacred journey to the Underworld. She, however, is eternal, and so while Her age cycles as well, She never leaves as He does. The Dark of the Moon obscures Her face, and the Winter months take their toll, but She still remains. It didn’t matter though that the memory was gone from His mind, He still knew and understood His destiny, and tonight would be the first of many milestones as this Once and Future King traversed His path in this incarnation.

For a moment, both were still, each drinking in the naked form of the other. She drew Her breath, He licked His lips. She smiled, and He spoke;

“My Lady, will You come dance with Us?” His deep, gentle voice carried all the raw power and promise of fulfillment proven by years past, stretching back to the beginning of time. It shot sensuous lightning bolts through the Maid’s thighs, as this hallowed ritual exchange did each year.

“With joy, My Lord,” She answered, Her words chiming like silver bells, Her breath sweet and cool as honeyed wine. The God smiled, showing His white teeth, and grasped the Maid at Her waist, lifting Her and spinning about. He laughed full in His throat, a sound like the harmonious choir of the forest creatures. When He set Her on the ground again, She still smiled, and He held Her close to Him, His lust evident against Her bare hip.

Her eyes, bright with seduction, gazed up at Him through Her lashes, and She whispered, “My Lord, will You come love with Us?”

His blood boiling and His need spilling over, the God growled His answer, “With joy, My Lady.”

Before the final word left His lips, They had tumbled, limbs entangled, to the soft grass of the meadow.

[talonabraxas]

“Oh, how superior is the Eye of Horus to the Mouth of Isis!” — Aleister Crowley Aeon of Horus Talon Abraxas

The modern Aeon of Horus, with our times of self-realization as well as a growing interest in all things spiritual, is considered to be dominated by the Principle of the Child. The Word of its Law is Thelema (will) which is complimented by Agape (love), and its formula is Abrahadabra. Individuality and finding the "True Will" are the dominant aspects; its formula is that of growth, in consciousness and love, toward self-realization.

Of the Aeon of Horus, Crowley writes:

the crowned and conquering child, who dieth not, nor is reborn, but goeth radiant ever upon His Way. Even so goeth the Sun: for as it is now known that night is but the shadow of the Earth, so Death is but the shadow of the Body, that veileth his Light from its bearer. (Heart of the Master)

And also:

The Aeon of Horus is here: and its first flower may well be this: that, freed of the obsession of the doom of the Ego in Death, and of the limitation of the Mind by Reason, the best men again set out with eager eyes upon the Path of the Wise, the mountain track of the goat, and then the untrodden Ridge, that leads to the ice-gleaming pinnacles of Mastery! (Little Essays Towards Truth, "Mastery")

[the-mortuary-witch]

ARTEMIS

WHO IS SHE?

Artemis is the Greek goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague. She is the daughter of Zeus and Leto, and the twin sister of Apollo, the god of the sun, music, and prophecy. Artemis is often depicted as a young and beautiful maiden who is fiercely independent and strong-willed, and is known for her skill as an archer and hunter. She is also associated with the natural world and is often shown in the company of animals, particularly deer.

BASIC INFO: 

Appearance: she is often depicted as a beautiful, young woman with long, flowing hair and a slim, athletic build. She is often seen as being surrounded by animals, such as deer and dogs, and may be seen with a bow and arrow in hand. She is also often depicted with her twin brother Apollo, and the two are often described as being incredibly beautiful and radiant.

Personality: Artemis is often portrayed as a strong, independent, and fierce goddess who values her own freedom and independence, as well as the freedom and independence of others. She is also seen as protective and nurturing of women, children, and the natural world. When working with her, she is often seen as supportive and empowering, encouraging her devotees to pursue their own path and cultivate their own strengths and abilities. She values loyalty, bravery, and resilience, and may be more likely to respond to those who embody these qualities in their worship.

Symbols: bow and arrow, quiver, crescent moon, knives, hunting spears, animal pelts, lyre, and torches

Goddess of: the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague

Culture: Greek

Plants and trees: cypress, walnut, palm, amaranth, almond, daisy, willow, wormwood, fir, pine, thistle, honeysuckle, bay laurel, artemisia, fig, and oak

Crystals: moonstone, opal, selenite (wand or tower), pearl, heulandite, nacre, amethyst, quartz, apatite, orange calcite, apophyllite, and labradorite

Animals: stag, deer, dog, bear, serpent, goat, buzzard, boar, quail, guineafowls, bee, and all wild animals

Incense: cypress, fig, walnut, frankincense almond, pine, fir, and anything woodsy

Practices: animal magick, protection, fertility magick, embodying the divine feminine, lunar magick, and pregnancy rituals

Colours: forest green, blood red, gold, silver, white, blue, and yellow

Number: 7

Zodiac: Cancer

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Temperance, The Moon, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, and Page of Wands

Planet: Moon

Days: typically invoked before the hunt, Monday, Beltane, Laphria, Thargelia, and Mounichia

Parents: Zeus and Leto 

Siblings: Apollo (twin) and many paternal half-siblings

Partner: N/A

Children: N/A

MISC:

Stags and deer: she is often associated with stags and deer because these animals were among her favourite creatures to hunt, and were believed to be sacred to her. In some legends, Artemis was said to have the ability to communicate with these animals, and they would often appear in her presence. Additionally, the image of the stag or deer has long been a symbol of grace, speed, and agility, which are qualities that are also closely associated with the goddess.

The moon: in many ancient cultures, the moon was viewed as a symbol of femininity, fertility, and the cycles of life. Artemis was the goddess of the hunt and the wilderness, and her role as a protector and guide for women and children was closely linked to the moon and its phases. The moon's cycles were also believed to have a direct effect on fertility and reproduction, and Artemis was often invoked by women seeking assistance with fertility or childbirth.

Bow and arrow: the bow and arrow are symbols of power, accuracy, and precision, all of which are traits associated with Artemis. She was a skilled huntress who hunted with a bow and arrow, and the two objects became a symbol of her strength and prowess. Additionally, the bow and arrow were also associated with warfare and the act of protecting oneself and others, and Artemis was known to have fought in battles alongside her brother Apollo. This association added to the symbolism of the bow and arrow as a weapon of protection and defence.

Wilderness: Artemis was often associated with the wilderness because she was the goddess of the hunt and the protector of animals and the environment. She was known to roam the forests and the mountains, and had a strong connection to the natural world. The wilderness was seen as a place of solitude and purity, and Artemis often retreated to the wilderness to commune with nature and to escape from the constraints of civilization. Additionally, Artemis was closely associated with wildlife, and the wilderness provided a space for her to hunt and interact with her animal friends.

Honey: Artemis was associated with honey because it was believed that the nectar that the bees collected from the flowers was a product of her tears. According to legend, Artemis was upset and crying one day, and her tears fell to the ground, where the bees collected them and transformed them into honey. This story reflects the belief that honey was a gift from the gods and that by consuming it, humans could benefit from Artemis's love and protection. Artemis's association with honey also reinforces her connection to the natural world and its abundance.

FACTS ABOUT ARTEMIS:

She was a patron of healing and disease, particularly among women and children, and believed to send both good health and illness upon women and children. 

Artemis is often associated with the wilderness, and animals, such as deer and stags, are often seen in her presence.

She was fiercely independent and often rejected the advances of men, choosing instead to remain chaste and independent.

She was often associated with the moon, and her influence was believed to affect the phases of the moon and the fertility of the earth.

Artemis was also associated with virginity and fertility, and many female followers of her temple were required to remain virgins and dedicate themselves to the goddess.

Artemis was also known for her wrath and jealousy, and she would often take revenge on hunters who killed animals without respect.

In some legends, Artemis was said to have killed Orion, a giant huntsman, after he accidentally saw her bathing.

In some accounts, Artemis was also associated with healing and was said to have been assisted by the goddess Hebe in some healing rituals.

HOW TO INVOKE ARTEMIS:

To call upon Artemis, you can begin by creating a comfortable and peaceful space where you can focus your energy and intentions. You can light a candle, burn some incense, or even use a small offering of herbs or flowers associated with the goddess. Then, you can start by invoking the presence and energy of Artemis and asking her to be with you. You can say something like “Artemis, I call upon you and ask for your presence and guidance. I seek to connect with your energy and to learn from your wisdom.” You can then state your specific intention or request, and then sit in silence and wait for a response.

PRAYER FOR ARTEMIS:

Luminous Artemis, keen-eyed Huntress, delighting in arrows, 

Swift-footed Wanderer of woodlands, 

Beloved daughter of Thundering Zeus and Fair Leto. 

Your aim is unequaled, your strength exceeding, the mountains are yours to wander. 

Graceful one who runs through thorn and thistle with never a scratch, 

To the helpless you offer protection; to the lost, your guidance. 

Your shining arrows bring justice to the subdued. 

O guardian of woods, I praise and honour you.

SIGNS THAT ARTEMIS IS CALLING YOU:

Repeated dreams or visions of stags, deer, or the moon.

Feeling drawn to the outdoors and a strong desire to spend time in nature.

Experiencing a sudden attraction or draw to archery or hunting.

Feeling a desire to protect animals or the environment.

A change in your relationship with your femininity or your independence.

Experiencing an increased intuition or gut feeling about decisions or situations in your life.

Feeling a draw to activities related to the woods or the wilderness, such as camping or hiking.

A desire to learn more about ancient mythology or the role of women in society.

Experiencing a sudden increase in courage or a desire to stand up for yourself or others.

An interest in healing or herbalism, as Artemis was closely associated with healers and the natural world.

Feeling a heightened sense of self-reliance and independence, and a desire to pursue your own path in life.

A sudden connection to animals, and experiencing changes in your relationship with them.

Experiencing dreams or visions of bows, arrows, or hunting equipment.

OFFERINGS:

Acorns. 

Seeds. 

Feathers. 

Wild flowers. 

Images of the things she’s associated with. 

Golden jewelry.

Blood (do NOT purposely harm yourself, others, or animals. The blood should be of natural sources like a nose bleed or menestural blood.)

Stones/rocks. 

Herbs (any kind). 

Olive oil. 

Foods and drinks: fruits/fruit pits, meat (any kind), jerky (any kind), milk (any kind), nuts (walnuts, peanuts, and almonds), fish you caught (or bought is fine too), honey, honey sandwiches, honey cakes, blood coloured drinks (red wine, cranberry juice, etc), jams (she really likes grape and strawberry jam), water, 

Palm tree leaves/bark. 

Bows and arrows. 

Crystals: moonstone, opal, selenite (wand or tower), pearl, amethyst, quartz, and labradorite. 

Chili powder/turmeric/ginger. 

Bones/fur of animals (have bones/fur from animals that died naturally. fake ones are fine too).

Pine cones/pine needles. 

Moon shaped objects. 

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

Learn self defence. 

Help out the bees. 

Pick fruits and flowers. 

Honour her brother, Apollo, and her mother, Leto. 

Protect women, wlw, ace/aro people, and animals. 

Dance and sing: let the music or energy move you. 

Go hiking or bird watching. 

Practice green magick. 

Learn the art of archery. 

Be a feminist/womanist. 

Spend Monday’s with her. 

Light a candle scented of cypress. 

Work with the nymphai, elven, and/or fae. 

Learning herbalism. 

Create Greek runes out of acorn/walnut shells. 

Protect nature and wildlife. 

Get some houseplants and name them after nymphs. 

Learn archery. 

Walk barefoot in nature (be careful of glass and such). 

Donate to organizations that help save forests and help endangered animals. 

Go hiking. 

Let yourself be wildly beautiful; do not let society force you into nimble demure.

Cleaning up nature trails. 

Track the moon phases. 

Practice lunar magick. 

Take a stroll in nature (bonus if you find cool rocks, fallen sticks, or wild flowers. You can offer them to her!). 

[charlottedabookworm]

#17 - Sally

feat Nadir

look yda and papalymo are my fav scions okay it's my 'og started in gridania' bias but they're great and i love them and i'm right

also papalymo is totally the sort of bloke who would say sally forth

“I am afraid that we must sally forth.”

Nadir looks to Yda.

Yda stares back at him, shrugging her shoulders.

“Children,” Papalymo sighs, shaking his head and tutting at them. It does not hide the smile upon his lips. “We must hurry; the sylphs are known to avoid the South Shroud and with good reason. There is little that would have compelled Elder Frixio to come here and finding him is our foremost priority.”

“Why couldn’t you just say that, Papalymo,” Yda whines.

He is in agreement with her. If they are in such a hurry, surely it is better to use clear, simple words?

Papalymo laughs as he walks into the tavern. “I am aiding the both of you in expanding your vocabulary.”

He looks at Yda.

She stares back. “Sorry,” she mouths, not looking sorry in the slightest.

“He is your mentor, not mine” he hisses back. Nadir does not need a mentor, for all that Papalymo is a good example of one, and a man who he is happy to debate magicks and aetheric manipulation with. He is only here in Eorzea to speak with Master Midgardsormr and he is a fully trained mage and member of the Radiant Host beside, he has no need for a mentor.

Yda simply grins at him. Reaching up, she claps a hand against his shoulder and whispers, “Good luck,” as she moves past him.

Nadir sighs.

[homebrewsno1asked4]

Lloigor

Another Call of Cthulhu monster!

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Lloigor

 Art by Christopher Burdett!

Your foe –unseen until now – warps space and bends light as a horrible form appears. At a glance, you could mistake it for a dragon. But it has too many eyes and limbs, and its mouth distends like its body is a sheath of reptilian skin. 

In its most common form, a lloigor is invisible to conventional senses. Lloigors must alter their geometry to manipulate physical objects; in our visual spectrum, this condensed form resembles a grotesque pastiche of a dragon. Besides a similar shape, comparable strength, and humanoid-enslaving tendencies, these interstellar horrors have nothing in common with dragons.

Upon outgrowing (read: dominating and desiccating) their distant home sphere, the lloigors’ creator-god (also named Lloigor) taught its children the secrets of space travel. Since leaving home, the lloigors spread violent atrocities, empires based on fear and sacrifice, and countless people reshaped as wretched works of flesh-based art. A few great mages – of races that far predate modern humanoids – managed to craft symbols that drive away the lloigor scourge, symbols transmuted and cheapened over time into common glyph-based spells.

However, the lloigors did not realize their folly until they enjoyed several millennia of colonizing other planets. A connection to their deity and homeland was the source of their terrifying psychic prowess; ever since spreading across the universe, the lloigors’ powers were weakening. Only by consuming intelligent minds can lloigors recapture a fraction of their terrible power. After numerous rebellions, the humiliated lloigors retreated to the shadows and caverns of various worlds.

Lloigor

Small (vortex form)/large (reptilian form) Aberration, Lawful Evil

Armor Class 16 (many-angled)

Hit Points 161 (17d10 + 68)

Speed 30 ft. (reptilian form only), hover 30 ft. (vortex form only)

Vortex Form: STR 1(-5) DEX 16(+3) CON 19(+4) INT 21(+5) WIS 18(+4) CHA 18(+4)

Reptilian Form: STR 23(+6) DEX 16(+3) CON 19(+4) INT 21(+5) WIS 18(+4) CHA 18(+4)

Saving Throws Cha +8, Con +8

Skills Deception +8, Intimidation +8, Perception +8

Damage Resistances fire, nonmagic (Reptilian form), psychic (Reptilian form)

Damage Vulnerabilities radiant

Damage Immunities cold, force (Vortex form), nonmagic (Vortex form), psychic (Vortex form)

Condition Immunities charmed, frightened, frozen

Additional Immunities for Vortex Form blinded, deafened, grappled, poisoned, prone, restrained

Senses Darkvision 150 ft., passive Perception 18, truesight 120 ft.

Languages Common, Deep Speech, Draconic, Infernal, Undercommon

Challenge 11 (7,200 XP)

Proficiency Bonus +4

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Innate Spellcasting. The lloigor's innate spellcasting ability is Intelligence (spell save DC 17, +9 to hit with spell attacks). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring no components. However, it does need to expend Leeched Mental Energy (LME, from here on). Assume any lloigor has 4d6 stored LME at the start of an encounter.

Free Spells: gust, mage hand (hand is invisible), mind sliver (3d6) 2-point Spells: catapult 3-point Spells: detect thoughts, dissonant whispers (level 2), gust of wind, mind spike, misty step 5-point Spells: fireball, sending, slow, wind wall 6-point Spells: confusion, dimension door, polymorph, Raulothim's psychic lance 7-point Spells: Bigby’s hand (hand is invisible), control winds, create spelljamming helm, telekinesis

Bound by the Signs. Certain timeless sigils can repel the lloigor and its depraved magicks.

If a lloigor damages any creature protected by warding bond, the lloigor takes the caster’s share of the damage.

The lloigor takes maximum damage from glyph of warding.

Death ward heals all effects (except damage) from the lloigor’s fleshwarping – even regenerating severed limbs.

A lloigor can’t even attempt to enter any area protected by guards and wards, even by teleportation.

Deadly Pessimism. Lloigors’ minds are endless wells of hatred and pessimism – too much for even the most spiteful mortal mind-reader to bear. Any creature that tries to read a lloigor’s thoughts is subject to a DC 17 Wisdom saving throw.

Success: The mind-reader escapes the abyss of the lloigor’s thoughts with nothing but a searing headache. For 1 minute, the mind-reader rolls Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma checks with disadvantage since it hurts to concentrate.

Failure: The mind-reader is afflicted with short-term madness.

Failure by 10 or More: The mind-reader is afflicted with long-term madness.

Critical Failure: The mind-reader dies.

Legendary Resistance (3/Day). If the lloigor fails a saving throw, it can choose to succeed instead.

Star-Treader. The lloigor doesn’t need to breathe, and it can shrug off extreme cold (included in stat block). 

Actions

Multiattack. In its reptilian form, the lloigor makes one Bite attack and two Claw attacks. The lloigor has no physical attack options in vortex form.

Bite (Reptilian Form only). Melee Attack: +10 to hit, reach 5 ft., 1 target. Hit: 12 (1d12 + 6) piercing damage. 

Claw (Reptilian Form only). Melee Attack: +10 to hit, reach 5 ft., 1 target. Hit: 10 (1d8 + 6) slashing damage.

Fleshwarp (Recharge 5-6). In reptilian form, the lloigor must touch its target. A lloigor in vortex form can attempt to warp any target within 60 ft. Targets make a DC 16 Constitution save as their own bodies twist and rebel. On a failure, the target takes 8d10 necrotic damage, and one of their features are bent to the lloigor’s whims – a limb, torso, neck, head shape, or facial feature. On a success, the target takes half damage, and no transformation occurs. On a critical failure, the lloigor gains enough control over the flesh to exact one of their favorite punishments: shriveling limbs. The target loses the use of an arm or leg (DM’s choice).

Reversing the lloigor’s fleshwarping requires casting remove curse or greater restoration at level 6 – or, curiously, a regular 4th-level casting of death ward. 

Bonus Actions

Condense/Refract. The lloigor changes between Vortex and Reptilian form. If a lloigor changes into its reptilian form thirty feet or more off the ground, it is subject to fall damage.

Reactions

Feed on Anguish. When a lloigor deals damage to another creature, the lloigor can use its reaction to regain 1d4 LME.

Legendary Actions

The lloigor can take 3 legendary actions, choosing from the options below. Only one legendary action can be used at a time and only at the end of another creature's turn. The lloigor regains spent legendary actions at the start of its turn.

Attack. The lloigor makes one Bite or two Claw attacks.

Cast a Spell (Costs 3 Actions). The lloigor casts one of its spells, using the normal amount of LME. 

Recalculate. The lloigor attempts to recharge its Fleshwarp ability.

Lair Actions

On initiative count 20 (losing initiative ties), the lloigor can take one of the following lair actions; the lloigor can't take the same lair action two rounds in a row:

Psychic Vampirism. The lloigor targets a random sleeping humanoid within 6 miles of its lair. The target loses 1d4 Intelligence, Wisdom, or Charisma (lloigor’s choice), and the lloigor gains an equal amount of LME. The target suffers a level of exhaustion all the next day, but another long rest will cure both the exhaustion and the ability loss. The target only dies if the ability damage reduces that ability to 0.

Summon Prey. The lloigor chooses any living mortal creature in the universe. The target makes a DC 16 Wisdom saving throw. On a success, the target is summoned to a random point within 1 mile of the lloigor. On a failure, the prey is teleported within 100 feet of the lloigor. 

Warp Time. The lloigor must also spend the rest of its stored LME to use this lair action. Every creature in the lair must reroll initiative. The lloigor can choose not to reroll.

Regional Effects

The region surrounding a lloigor's lair is altered by the lloigor's magic, creating one or more of the following effects:

For 6 miles around the lloigor’s lair, people tend to act uncharacteristically dour and negative.

Long-term exposure to the lloigor’s presence stains water and stone a jade tint. This jade stain is only visible if the lloigor’s been around for over a year, and the unnatural color is more noticeable as you approach the lair. Although a gorgeous color, looking at these lloigor-changed features instills nausea, as if the earth itself is warning you to turn back.

The lloigor practices its fleshwarping on local wildlife. Many beasts within 6 miles of the lair bear grotesque mutations. 

If the lloigor dies, the mood-altering effect vanishes immediately. The other effects are, unfortunately, permanent. 

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DESIGN NOTES        

I know in RAW you can’t cast remove curse or greater restoration at higher levels – but why not? I don’t think you should be able to remove a high-level monster’s debilitating curse with a level 3 spell in every healer’s back pocket.