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[apiswitchcraft]

altars for greek gods

this post includes hades, persephone, artemis, apollo, aphrodite, hermes, and hekate. for part 2 including zeus, hera, poseidon, hestia, hephaestus, dionysus, ares, demeter, and athena click here, for the titans and protogenoi click here.

keep in mind that this is largely UPG, new age stuff, and historically accurate offerings to the gods include meat, wine, grain (specifically barley), honey, and incense (myrrh and frankincense).

colors can be used for candles, banners, decor, whatever you want

HADES

Colors: black, red, and white for association with death. purple and metallics for association with riches/wealth

Offerings: mint, asphodel, white poplar, pomegranate, coffee, cinnamon, elm, money, chocolate

Crystals: gemstones, black crystals (obsidian, black tourmaline, smokey quartz, etc.), pyrite, hematite, labradorite

Animals: black ram, owl, serpent, Cerberus

PERSEPHONE

Colors: purple, pink, yellow, green for association with springtime. black and metallics for association with Hades. white for purity.

Offerings: pomegranate, flowers, grains, asphodel, lavender, rosemary

Crystals: amethyst, gemstones, moss/tree agate, milk quartz, jade, lepidolite

Animals: deer, ram, bat, talking birds (including parrots)

APHRODITE

Colors: red and pink for love/sexuality. white and blue for association with the ocean. gold for association with, well, gold.

Offerings: roses, chocolate, shells, myrrh, gold

Crystals: rose quartz, pearl, emerald, opal, aquamarine, rhodonite, rhodochrosite, ocean jasper, morganite

Animals: swan, dove, hare

ARTEMIS

Colors: white, blue, black, and grey for association with the heavens. brown and green for association with nature/the hunt.

Offerings: moon shaped foods, frankincense, cypress, mugwort, amaranth

Crystals: morganite, moonstone, aventurine, selenite, celestite, moss/tree agate, amethyst, quartz (specific dendritic), labradorite, silver

Animals: deer, wolf, wild boar

APOLLO

Colors: yellow, white, and blue for association with the heavens. red, orange, and pink for healing. purple and green for the Oracle

Offerings: sun shaped foods, bay leaves, laurel, cypress, playing music, poetry

Crystals: sunstone, amber, calcite (specifically honey and yellow), quartz (specifically rutilated or clear), rose quartz, silver

Animals: cow, snake, hawk, crow/raven, cicada, swan, bees

HERMES

Colors: green and gold for money/luck. white and brown for travels.

Offerings: money, crocus/saffron, strawberries

Crystals: jade, malachite, fluorite, pyrite, lapis lazuli, citrine, alexandrite

Animals: tortoise, ram

HEKATE

Colors: purple, blue, and green for magic. red and black for association with underworld

Offerings: garlic, saffron, crossroad dirt, black salt, ashes, sage, cedar, yew

Crystals: labradorite, obsidian, hematite, black tourmaline, amethyst, bloodstone, serpentine, lepidolite

Animals: wolf, boar, serpent, lion, horse, cow

[the-mortuary-witch]

SPELLS

MAKE SURE TO CLEANSE YOUR SPACE, TOOLS, AND JARS BEFORE STARTING ANY SPELL. I WILL ALSO UPDATE THIS POST MORE OFTEN WHEN I FIND MORE SPELLS.

REGULAR SPELLS:

REDUCING STRESS SPELL:

• Take a small white taper candle.

• Spread oils and herbs on your candle that are associated with relaxation.

• Light it with intention.

GAINING MONEY SPELL:

You will need:

• A full moon.

• A coin (any silver coin, like a nickel, dime, or quarter).

Position the coin so that the light of the moon shines into it. Gently sweep your hands just above the surface, symbolically gathering the moons silver.

While doing this say:

“Lovely Lady of the moon, bring to me your wealth right soon. Fill my hands with silver and gold. All you give, my hands can hold.”

Repeat this 3 times - leave the coin there until morning, then keep it in your pocket.

REMOVING TOXICITY FROM YOUR LIFE SPELL:

• Lemon (only use half.)

• Salt.

• Chili flakes.

• Two white candles.

• String (tie around both candle.)

• Light with intention and as the cord cuts between both candles, visualize all toxicity being removed from your life. That includes people and situations.

SIMPLE HAPPINESS SPELL:

• Cleanse white tea candle before taking it out of the tin.

• Pour mint, lemon balm, and dried orange pieces into the tin.

• Put the candle back in the tin.

• Carve the Wunjo (for joy, harmony, bliss, and fulfillment) into the candle.

• Light your candle when you need some happiness in your life.

REMOVE SELF-DOUBT SPELL CANDLE:

• Cleanse a small blue taper candle.

• Make a herbal blend of: rosemary, basil, lavender, calendula, thyme, sage, and nettle.

• Anoint your candle then dress it with the herbal blend.

• Add citrine and amethyst crystals in front of the candle before lighting it.

• Meditate while you let the candle burn out completely as you let those self-doubts go.

ANTI-SEASONAL DEPRESSION SPELL CANDLE:

• Cleanse half an orange and small white taper candle.

• Place candle in the middle of the orange.

• Sprinkle cinnamon, ginger, rosemary, thyme, juniper berries, and rose around the candle and on the orange.

• Light your candle and let it burn it out completely.

FULL MOON SPELL:

• Cleanse small white taper candle.

• Make a herbal blend of: cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, rosemary, mint, basil, and thyme.

• Anoint your candle then dress it with the herbal blend.

• Write your manifestations on bay leaves before using string to tie them to the candle.

• Sprinkle salt around the candle before placing clear quartz and moon water in front of your candle.

• Light your candle and let it burn out completely during the full moon.

PROTECTION SPELL CANDLE:

• Cleanse a small black taper candle before lighting the bottom and sticking it onto a waterproof tray.

• Pour moon water in the tray and sprinkle salt, sage, rosemary, black pepper, cloves, and crushed up egg shells into the water.

• Light with intention and let your candle burn out completely.

SPELL JARS:

MENTAL STRENGTH SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Place a protection symbol under your jar.

• Salt.

• Rosemary.

• Chamomile.

• Cinnamon.

• Rose petals.

• Protection symbol then placed on top of all the ingredients, the symbol should be facing upward.

• Red candle wax to seal the jar.

SELF LOVE SPELL JAR:

• Either a small or heart shaped jar.

• Rose petals.

• Dried lavender.

• Himalayan salt.

• A love note to yourself.

• Essential oils (rose, jasmine, bergamot, or ylang ylang).

• Honey.

• Rose quartz (tiny ones).

• Rosemary.

• Pink candle wax to seal the jar.

SUCCESS SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Cinnamon.

• Basil.

• Intention/petition.

• Star anise.

• Ginger.

• Orange peel.

• Sea salt.

PROTECTION SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Salt.

• Obsidian (tiny ones).

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Rosemary (break it up then place in the jar to save space).

• Cloves.

• Cinnamon.

• Thyme.

• Lavender.

• Rose (preferably two mini roses).

• Black wax to seal the jar as you focus on your intention to infuse the jar.

• Keep the jar in your home or carry it with you.

GOOD HEALTH SPELL JAR:

• Small jar.

• Cinnamon.

• Rosemary.

• Lavender.

• Garlic.

• Amethyst.

• Green wax to seal the jar.

• Keep the spell jar close by and draw its healing energy when needed.

GET A JOB SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Money rice.

• Cinnamon.

• Bay leaf plus dream job written on it.

• Seal with green wax.

• Visualize the moment you get your new job.

MOTIVATION SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Cinnamon.

• Coffee.

• Rosemary.

• Bay leaf plus intention written on it.

• Seal with orange or white wax.

PROSPERITY SPELL JAR:

• Green aventurine (tiny ones).

• Citrine.

• Thyme.

• Basil.

• Mint.

• Cinnamon.

• Coins.

• Cloves.

TRANQULITY SPELL JAR

• Chamomile.

• Salt.

• Lavender.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Fluorite.

• Seal with white wax.

ANTI-BAD VIBE SPELL JAR:

• Bay leaves.

• Cloves.

• Mugwort.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Salt.

• Chamomile.

• Seal with red wax.

PRODUCTIVITY SPELL JAR:

• Cinnamon.

• Cloves.

• Citrine (tiny ones).

• Rosemary.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Seal with yellow wax.

CREATIVITY SPELL JAR:

• Citrine.

• Lapis lazuli.

• Jasmine.

• Cinnamon.

• Honey suckle.

• Unakite (tiny ones).

• Rosemary.

• Black pepper.

• Pine.

• Seal with a mix of yellow and orange wax.

FERTILITY SPELL JAR:

• Red clover.

• Hibiscus petals.

• Cinnamon.

• Jasmine.

• Rhodonite.

• Moonstone.

• Garnet.

• Seal with a mix of pink and white wax.

SUCCESSFUL BUSINESS SPELL JAR:

• Thyme.

• Salt.

• Rosemary.

• Tiger’s Eye (tiny ones).

• Smoky quartz (tiny ones).

• Green aventurine (tiny ones).

• Citrine (tiny ones).

• Seal with purple wax.

ANTI-DEPRESSION SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Pepper.

• Cayenne.

• Lavender.

• Orange.

• Quartz (tiny ones).

• Rose quartz (tiny ones).

• Seal with orange wax.

DIVINE MASCULINE SPELL JAR:

• Mint.

• Ginger.

• Turmeric.

• Salt.

• Tiger’s Eye (tiny ones).

• Garnet (tiny ones).

• Sunstone (tiny ones).

• Seal with a mix of blue and red wax.

DIVINE FEMININE SPELL JAR:

• Himalayan salt.

• Red clover.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Rose quartz (tiny ones).

• Moonstone (tiny ones).

• Seal with blue wax.

ANXIETY RELEASE SPELL JAR:

• Sea salt.

• Lavender.

• Chamomile

• St. John’s Wort.

• Amethyst (tiny ones).

• Rhodonite (tiny ones).

• Seal with blue wax.

PET PROTECTION SPELL JAR:

• Salt.

• Rosemary.

• Cloves.

• Hair from your pet.

• Pentagram oil (olive or jojoba oil, add dried herbs including rosemary, sage, and frankincense for protection and purification, and essential oils like myrrh, cedarwood, and lavender. Store in a cool and dry place, plus keep away from children and pets.)

• Seal with black wax, to add potency, infuse the oil with a small pentagram charm, then allow it to charge for a full lunar cycle before using it.

[cryptotheism]

The city was drowned slow, its ankles tied to the moon as the tide rose to meet it.

Blind and reaching, its tongue cracked and split with thirst, its thousand iron throats burning with salt and pollution, desperate to drink, the head of Teleth Avaris sank deeper beneath the waves. A hundred more hydroelectric dynamos. A thousand. Ten thousand. Breathe in, let the sea flood your lungs. Let it pressed its weight upon the sternum of Teleth Avaris, and beat upon it with a tidal rhythm to spur its thousand hearts. Breathe out, feel the salt burn as it escapes your lungs. The sea staunches the atomic piles, distilling itself on the city's fever heat.

There was an impulse to abandon the low places, to cast the unwanted and unworthy into the dark, to climb higher, to build on their corpses. But not here. The pumps refused to die. As the great sprawl of Teleth Avaris was cast to the sea, the pumps continued. Time would march on. The low places were scoured of their materials, their technology, their working masses. Yet the pumps continued. The city built higher, piling itself above the waves, sealing its orphaned thralls in its cast-off shells. Yet the pumps continued. For all the filth the high places cast into the dark, the pumps continued.

The gates were sealed, the old blocks quarantined. Networks of communication died. Diagnostic panels went dark. The nature and structure of the deep was lost to history. Yet the pumps continued.

Time passed. Records were lost. Official inquiries into city infrastructure returned only ancient blueprints and useless maps. Inquiries became expeditions, surveyor teams sent deep to explore the abandoned cargo shafts. The roots of Teleth Avaris became unmapped places. Theories turned to stories. They said the old machines are still running, whole automated armies of maintenance drones. They say legions of lobotomite husks keep the water-wheels turning. Stories turned to legends. They say the deep is a lost nation, a rouge state that lives of the trash from the city above. They say it is a bunker, a guarded enclave where the old lords are cloistered in paranoia. Legends to myth. They say the deeps are a holy kingdom, a paradise where life is long and beautiful and the old world never died. They say it is a city of ghosts, a hell where sinners turn the dynamos for all eternity. Expeditions became pilgrimages. Yet the pumps continued. There was something in the deep.

Slaves combed through the runoff. Prisoners and lobotomites on stilted prosthetics picked life debts in the processing basins, minds mirrored along cybernetic proxies under careful watch. They worked without rest, their hands whittled into probes for testing the value of bodies and machines. Rigged overseers in military armor scanned for mechanical faults and disobedience as field techs kept watch over minds and circuitry.

Time passed. Peasants worked the processing fields. Children born with tall shins and smooth dense flesh sang as they trawled the processing basins. Plumber-knights patrolled the far marches. They returned with songs of strange beasts and great hunts. Irriation-sages tended to the forest reefs where the bodies necrosed to crops. The abandoned processing basins bloomed with lilies in the summer, roots tangled with old bones and neurocircuitry. The king was dead.

Lay-clerics divined wisdom from the bodies in the water. Salt-spoiled bones and corroded motherboards became syllables of the divine hymn. Discarded knuckles were whittled to dice for children's games. Bloated stomachs were dried and tanned for ballgames. It was winter in the deep and the water was cleaner, cooler from snow-melt on high. The Holy and Sacred Order of Water Treatment wore cloaks woven from synthetic furs and reclaimed silver wire. They did not need to, but it helped fight the chill. The druids built shrines of pseudo-driftwood and terracorals about the diagnostic stations. They would sit in silent meditation beneath the wireless towers, relay-staves thrust into the wires in communion with the diagnostic spirits. It would be a good harvest this year. Long live the queen.

At the root of the pumps were the mourning stacks. Where bodies and machines were piled for processing. Work lines became necropoli, morgues for holy burial. Here augments were cut from flesh, metal sorted by its alloy, organs preserved and reclaimed. At the north lay the tomb of the old king, his body embalmed in resin lest he rise again one day.

Above bloomed the sanctum. In a time now lost to history, it was little more than offices and residences. Old-world bioconcrete melded with terrestrial coral, cut and shaped by secret geometries into a cathedral of municipal irrigation. Verandas of sea-green fan corals, colonnades of deep blue staghorn, great arches of maroon finger coral, all carved over centuries into a living basilica of the pumps. Within, beside an empty throne, sat the queen.

(more)

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

💕 twst 2024 valentine gifts! 🎁

***Please note:*** Sharing merch images + news is not intended to encourage and/or to pressure anyone into making purchases. It is up to the individual consumer to be informed and to choose how they spend their money.

For general information about how TWST Valentine Gifts work, check out this post.

For character signatures and the messages from previous years, check out this post.

The gifts for 2024 are 100 ml fragrance sprays. These are not perfumes, they are more like room sprays. According to Yana, they worked with professional perfumers and the fragrances were formulated with each character's "image" in mind! These each come with a unique bottle label, plus a ribbon and a little wooden charm with a matching character motif on it. You can soak the wooden charm with the fragrance and use it to diffuse the smell through a room.

Preorders are open until 10 March 2024.

(Warning: in the case that these contain alcohol, it will not be possible to send the fragrances overseas due to shipping regulations against flammable materials. The paper goods—the 2024 Valentine Gift messages—will still be able to be sent out.)

Each character has their own unique scent. The following are summaries of what each spray smells like overall (according to official posts), but each also has its own more detailed descriptions of the top, middle, and base notes on their individual website postings.

Heartslabyul

Riddle - refined rose (geranium, rose, honey)

Trey - powdery mint (spearmint of course the guy obsessed with dental hygiene smells like MINT, white flowers, powdery musk and balsam)

Cater - lemon herbal (lemon, herbs like juniper, amber and cedar)

Ace - naughty cherry (cherry, almond and rose, vanilla and woods)

Deuce - citrus rhubarb (citrus and rhubarb, rose, warm musk)

Savanaclaw

Leona - clear wild (rosemary, neroli, musk and sandalwood)

Ruggie - dried nuts (hazelnut, vanilla, creamy musk and dry woods)

Jack - calm pear (pear, osmanthus, amber)

Octavinelle

Azul - salty milk (salt and minerals, herbs like sage, milky musk)

Jade - bergamot amber (bergamot, herbs, patchouli and amber)

Floyd - aqua vetiver (Japanese pepper yes, a literal pepper, a fresh bouquet, vetiver and musk)

Scarabia

Kalim - mystical musk (citrus, white flowers, creamy musk and sandalwood)

Jamil - smoky herb (spicy herbs, white flowers, musk and smoky leather)

Pomefiore

Vil - elegant fruity (cassis, white flowers, vanilla and musk and sandalwood)

Rook - dry green (eucalyptus, geranium, tonka beans)

Epel - spicy apple (cinnamon, apple, vanilla and sandalwood)

Ignihyde (warning that these were vaguely worded compared to the rest of the fragrances)

Idia - clean musk (“something refreshing”, lily of the valley, sweet musk why does bro smell sweeter than most of the others www)

Ortho - bluish clean (rosemary and other “fresh” smells, clear plants/greens he’s touching the grass that Idia refuses to)

Diasomnia

Malleus - deep oak moss (forest, spices, sweet and earthy vetiver and oak moss)

Lilia - historical depths (citrus, roses and white flowers, thick musk and sandalwood)

Silver - musty green (black pepper, cedarwood, warm sandalwood and musk)

Sebek - honest aroma (rosemary, white flowers and spices, patchouli and oak moss he shares a base note with Malleus, this was 100% intentional)

Grim + NRC Staff Shoot, no Rollo, Fellow, or Gidel valentine gift :(

Grim - innocent soap (citrus, lily of the valley, peach and musk he just hopped out of the bath)

Crowley - mysterious calm (***fatty aldehyde***, white flowers, cedarwood and amber)

Crewel - sweet charm (amber, woods, sweet oak moss)

Trein - tense wood (spices, dry woods, “sweet tangy tone” sorry, the base was vague)

Vargas - manly musk (smoky spices, incense, vetiver and leather and musk)

Sam - exotic bouquet (cloves, bouquet including ylang-ylang, tropical woods)

***NOTE ABOUT CROWLEY’S:*** I looked this up! Apparently, fatty aldehydes smell like fresh citrus but I believe the literally translated term is “fatty aldehyde”; not sure why it was worded like this. There are many forms of aldehyde and each smells different. For example, one form smells closer to a rose. Another supposedly smells like rancid butter 💀

[thecupidwitch]

Elements And Their Correspondences

Earth

Direction: North

Time: Midnight

Season: Winter

Color: Green, brown

Zodiac: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn

Ruling planets: Venus and Saturn

Tarot Cards: Pentacles, Coins

Tools: Pentacle, salt, stones, dirt, crystals, wood, flowers

Cystals: Emerald, Jet, tourmaline, quartz, onyx, azurite, amethyst, jasper, peridot, granite.

Animals: gopher, bear, wolf, ant, horse, stag, deer, dog, cow, bull, bison, snake, worms, moles, voles, grubs

Herbs: Oak, cedar, cypress, honeysuckle, ivy, primrose, sage, grains, patchouli, nuts, magnolia, comfrey, vetivert, moss, lilac, lichen, roots, barley, alfalfa, corn, rice.

Rules: Grounding, strength, healing, success, stability, sturdiness, steadfastness, foundations, empathy, fertility, death, rebirth, wisdom, nature, animals, plants, money, prosperity.

Water

Direction: West

Time: Dusk

Season: Fall

Color: Blue, Indigo, Sliver

Zodiac: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

Ruling planets: Moon, Neptune, Pluto

Tarot Cards: Cups

Tools: Ocean, sea glass, cup, bowl, seaweed, hag stones, cauldron

Cystals: Moonstone, pearl, silver, aquamarine, amethyst, blue tourmaline, lapis lazuli, fluorite, coral, blue topaz, beryl, opal, coral

Animals: fish, snake, frog, crab, lobster, eel, shark, dragonfly, seahorse, dolphin, sea otter, seal, whale, alligator, crocodile, beaver, octopus, penguin, salamander, turtle, starfish, koi, coral, barnacle, manta ray, manatee, jellyfish, nautilus, heron, duck, geese, crane, swan, water birds, ammonite, dragons, serpents

Herbs: seaweed, aloe, fern, water lily, lotus, moss, willow, gardenia, apple, catnip, chamomile, cattail, lettuce, kelp, birch, cabbage, coconut, cucumber, comfrey, eucalyptus, gourd, geranium, grape, licorice, lilac, pear, strawberry, tomato

Rules: emotion, intuition, psychic abilities, love, unconscious mind, fertility, self-healing, reflection, lunar energy, deep feelings, curses, death

Fire

Direction: South

Time: Noon

Season: Summer

Color: Red, Orange

Zodiac: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius

Ruling planets: Sun, Mars

Tarot Cards: Wands or Swords (depends on belief system)

Tools: Athame, candles, swords, wands, dagger, lamp, flame

Cystals: Carnelian, red jasper, bloodstone, garnet, ruby, agate, rhodochrosite, gold, pyrite, brass, fire opal, lavastone, tiger's eye

Animals: Lion, snake, coyote, fox, ladybug, bee, shark, scorpion, horse, mantis, tiger

Herbs: Cinnamon, cloves, ginger, allspice, basil, cacti, marigold, chilis, garlic, mustard, nettle, onion, heliotrope, hibiscus, juniper, lime, orange, red pepper, poppies, thistle, coffee, jalapenos, lemon, cumin, saffron, coriander

Rules: Energy, will, destruction, strength, courage, power, passion, lust, sexuality, anger, war, new beginnings, protection, loyalty, transformation, action, movement, achievement, creativity, desire, willpower

Air

Direction: East

Time: Down

Season: Spring

Color: Yellow, gold, white, light blue, pastels

Zodiac: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius

Ruling planets: Mercury, Jupiter, Uranus

Tarot Cards: Wands

Tools: Feather, wand, staff, incense, broom, bell, sword, pen

Cystals: Amber, topaz, citrine, jasper, agate, pumice, alexandrite, amethyst, fluorite, mica, clear quartz

Animals: Birds, flying insects, spiders, bats

Herbs: Bergamot, lavender, marjoram, peppermint, sage, dandelion, bluebell, clover, frankincense, primrose, lemongrass, pine, aspen, yarrow, violets, vervain, myrrh, dill, anise, aspen

Rules: Intelligence, wisdom, knowledge, logic, thought, communication, truth, inspiration, intuition, memory, creativity

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[punk-in-docs]

A song of broken skin and fated lovers: part V

— Emperor Geta x Reader (Salacia)

— 7.1k words.

— Read all parts here: Part I — Part II — Part III — Part IV — Part V —

Summary: You were raised outside of this Rome. Born into peace. To know of fathomless deep seas, and skies so big, they wrapped around your whole sight. The way that at night all you can smell are lemon trees kissed by salt. The jasmine plants wound around the white walls of the villa. Salacia. And now you are sent to Rome for your father in the Senate. There you will catch the attention of Geta; in all the wrong and darkest of ways— any reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated 💙💙💙

TW!! There’s some description of wounds and if you squint some dub con. Proceed daintily loves-

It seemed your dreams were the only place you could reliably escape too. The only plain you’d find any peace.

You picture the hill before your home. Every night away from home you dreamt you’d be walking up it. Feeling the dappled shade of olive trees curling above on your skin. Passing along your back in freckles. Dotted light, spots of shade interspersed.

Your soft skirt swishing around bare calves. The creak of your sandals meeting the dusty road. The one that kinks and bends and shows you that endless glimpse of searing ocean waiting just beyond. Aegean water. Sage fields. Boundless heavens.

You remember these fields. You played in them as a child. The ones that thrash with soft grasses. Ruffled by salty sea air. You can hear your sisters laughter brushing along to you like sweet blossom petals garnished on the wind. Sweet and calming. Crushed honeycomb and milk.

A sound as familiar and as comforting to you as their calls and voices that make the shape of your name.

Every night in your dreams you walk up this hill.

Every night you come home.

You can see them - your sisters - on the winding ribbon of the road ahead. Running out the front door of the house. Tullia with her dress flying behind her. Ever decorous eldest. Calling to Diana, with her hair falling in waves and telling her younger sister that ladies don’t run. Diana isn’t listening she’s too joyous. Too forthright to pay attention.

And Ceres. Sweet little Ceres sprints for your arms. Gap toothed grin. Clutching her cloth doll. Skirts held past her knees, she runs for you.

You can see mother in her dark plum linen stola. Gold jewellery on her neck and dangling from her ears. She lingers in the shade of the the hallway. Her dark wavy hair shot through with a fierce bolt of silver - lightning struck - at her temples. Radiant. As she watched from the door with a smile at their graceless display.

Her smile wide and brilliant, you always thought so, exactly as you remember it, as crows feet sit by her eyes. Emboldened and etched deep with her mirth. Hers is a face that has seen years of sun and sea spray. Made serene as placid waters by it. She is tanned and weathered elegantly by decades of watching sunshine bouncing like rows of diamonds off the sea. Salt and sea foam as hemmed in her blood as it is in yours.

You run to them - crying and wailing - feet slapping the dirt and dust, and you’re aching, legs burning, lungs aflame and you won’t stop. Calling their names til your throat is as dry as the dust below your feet.

Then the sun is too bright. It’s too far and you can’t see them. They can’t hear you. Swallowed from your grasp.

There’s just blinding light engulfing them just out of reach of your scraping fingertips. It’s like brushing grains of sand. It tumbles away before it grows into actuality. Your fingers brush empty air as your whole being lurches and mourns.

You jolt awake, body clammy and sheened in sweat. Eyes snapping open as you jerk upwards in the cover of fine smooth sheets. You feel your hair slip over your naked shoulders. Jewels and gold still around your neck. Sunshine blares harshly at your crusted eyes.

Aches and pains come swimming back to you in sharp degrees. Bruises on your neck and your hips. Fading to ugly yellow black already. Bite marks ring your collarbones and the meat of your shoulders.

Out the window you can hear a bustling city. The clamour of crowds. Hot sun baked dirt and filth. Bells peeling from temples. Servants scurrying in the courtyards below and beyond. Horses baying in the streets.

You smear sleep from your eyes, twisting over in the huge slab of a bed to see the sheets behind you are still filled.

Geta slumbers on golden pillows under the same sheets as you. On his back with bis face turned to the sun. Arm slung over his belly. The thin sheets stick to the climes and outlines of his body. His stomach. Thighs. Hips. The heavy bulge between his legs.

His expression seems almost gentle in his rest. Pillowy lips and dark lashes kissing onto his cheeks. Kohl still smeared on his eyes from yesterday. Naked same as you, save for golden decorations, jewelled rings…

A wedding ring. Matching bands. That’s the weight that comes crashing down on you so fiercely.

Acid bile claws it way up your throat when you shift your legs. Finding the edge of the bed with a breathy sigh. The stickiness between your legs and dried around your cunt doesn’t bear thinking about. You screw your eyes shut so as not to think about it.

Stirring silk. Rustles from behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going wife?” Comes a sleepy drawl across the pillows and sheets. Slithering across to you. Husky from his slumber.

You swallow and twist your head over your shoulder. Hair matted and twined close from sleep. Bite marks wedged deep in your back and neck throb as you move.

His eyes are lidded heavy but their burning gaze rests on you. Branding like a hot knife. White hot from the fire. You’re beginning to think that gaze of his always will.

“I’m not used to having my bed filled in the mornings. The kind of company I’m used to promptly leaves after the pleasuring is done.” He explains. Inflection of lust in his tone. He smirks with it. Wide and filthy.

Now he has a little plaything to trap into his bed whenever he feels like it. An ornament he can use and decorate his already gilded arm, and bring out to inspire envy in all peoples of Rome.

You pause where you sit on the bed. Caught.

“I wanted to fetch some water.” You grovel. Voice scraping raw. Throat feeling full of sharp rocks when you speak.

His eyes harden. Laychromose, but deepening with his anger. The way he slips into intimidation if he doesn’t immediately get what he wants. The way he snaps his fingers and has this world uncurl and offer itself up to his desires. That too must apply to you. Your role now was obedience in all things.

Bend and break and mould yourself for your husband, little nymph.

“You may… when your emperor is finished with you.” He plays and toys with your emotions at his whims. Eyes intently gazing at you. His words come with a bladed meaning.

“Come here-“ He orders. Voice softer but the command cuts straight to your spine. Arrowhead sharp. Studs deep.

You curl back into the bed. Back stiff. Trying not to wince at the cuts which burn and tear at your skin. You feel the pull and tug of barely closed wounds. His teeth had drawn blood. You feel the congealing wound at your back shift. The scab lifting. A bead of blood rolls over down your shoulder blade.

He notices. Shifts on his side behind you. Curls a hand to the hill of your hip. Catches that drip of blood with his lips. Savours it. Sea foam flavour of you bedded on his tongue.

The warm stinging path of his tongue on your back takes your mind back to what happened in these sheets hours previous.

How he’d pushed your thighs, widened your legs, opened the bowl of your pelvis and drunk from you. Showed you the various ways a man can please his lover with tongue, lips and hungry teeth.

He’d done it til you shivered and begged. Tried to writhe away. He meanly tugged you back where you belonged, bullied you, recaptured in the cradle of his hands, and did it again. Smirked when you asked for clemency.

“I warned you I was without mercy, Salacia.” He’d leered. His smirking lips and sharp teeth shining with you as he smeared his warm nose against your thigh. Slaked in the taste of you from chin to cheek. Makeup running under his Umbrian eyes. Panting like a beast to your skin and because of the scent he finds synonymous with you. Lemons and salt.

He hovers behind you now. Hands sliding for your waist. Chin on your shoulder. Breath tainted copper. Pressing his lips to bruises and tender spots. You were right. He had to achieve to sting of pain in order to feel something.

He dips his mouth to your neck again. Lapping and nursing a new bruise near an already painful one. Layering pain on pain.

His hand slips lower for your thigh. Warm stones in each of his fingers foreign and hard as he slips his hand between the soft of your legs again.

He’d moaned when you’d grabbed his hair or left nail marks in his large arms and shoulders. He liked that he could draw an emotion out of you. Even if it was overstimulation or desire. He’ll match and meet you in either. As he so wishes.

He’s pleased to find you tacky with the remnants of him from the previous evening. “A fine fruitful offering for your beautiful cunt my wife.” He purrs. Fingers delving deeper to your sex. Rings nearly an unwelcome sensation. “In time mayhaps the gods will bless us.”

Hallowed Saint. Hallowed fate. Bestowed by the gods, he says.

You’d say it was more akin to downfall. Curses and ill fate. Tantalus and his fruit. Medusa and her coiled snakes. Actaeons fateful stag.

He noses onto your jawbone. Fascinated by the scent of you still. Smothered all over these sheets. It grew stronger the longer he was near you. In his sleep it smothered his mind, his every second. Lemons, salt, and you-

He loses himself, mouthing to your neck and into the wild nest of your hair. He inhaled you. Drank the essence of you like a starving peasant. Hungry greedy hands.

“What is about that scent of yours that drives me wild? What is it?” He seeks. Almost angry in his demands.

“Lemon oil. For my hair.” You explain weakly as he plucks and grabs at you.

Descending into lustful madness. He catches the ripe berry of your clit with his rings and it makes you gasp. Bucking back to his chest. He likes that. When a little of your feral reaction to his touch makes you buck and lose your usually placid control. The man is taunting the seas and welcoming in a storm.

“Use it. Always.” He ordered huskily, Huffing as your hair sticks to his lips. Melding with the salt of ocean that he now understands beats through your skin and veins.

He would order ten thousand lemon trees to be bought here just for your use.So he can kiss your shoulders and your skin and always find it brimming with the bright note of that yellow fruit.

A small surrendering of your body as you arch back to him. Having pleased him brings something forth in you: something that eases. His pleasure allows you to relax the stiffness of your spine. Lower your guard.

He tugs your hair out the path of his lips. Delights in the evidence he found of his teeth all over your neck. His claim was skin deep. And he soon hoped it would be even deeper.

You are tugged back to the bed so his hands can wander all over you again. Your back curled to his chest as he lays you on your side. His hand sliding for your thigh to widen you open for him. Behind your hips you feel the hard length of him. He guides himself to you and your breath gets punched out of you as he pushes inside.

He pushes your leg open further to move to you deeper. He delights in finding evidence of your restless wedding night squelching deep inside your cunt. Throws his head back and groans with it.

He moulds his body to yours. Tacky skin. Warm cotton sheets kicked down the bed. Ringed metal and sharp jewels on every finger gripping the fat of your leg tight until he’s sure he’d left marks. Holding you open so he can plunge inside.

Your hand finds his where he crushed one breast in a grip so tight it makes tears spring to your eyes. Melding with the pleasure you cannot deny coming forth as he moves his hips to you so fiercely, your skin smacks where you meet.

Despite the sting of pain from being so overused, to way his fingers reach down to knowingly pinch and caress your clit where you’re spread open around him, makes wordless cries come out your throat. You clutch into the sheets and grit your teeth. His breath muggy hot against your neck. His hair a mess. Golden and fiery. Like stomped down wheat stalks at sunset. A lazy Bacchusian god.

“Let your husband hear you.” He encourages. Your moans and sweet as rare wine. Inbetween sucking and biting your neck. Asking for your sounds of ecstasy like he deserves them. A holy offering that praises him and washes away all sin.

“I don’t think you are goddess of the sea my love. With a cunt this sweet and tight? I think you must be a fertility goddess instead.” He proposes into your ear through harsh chuffs for breath.

“So tight. So fucking Intoxicating” he huffs. Cupping your tits and still moving to you as harshly and deep as he’s able.

He makes sure your breath cannot come as you steal his. A warm sweaty palm on your chin twists your head back to his. He anoints your lips with a messy kiss that echoes with the ghost of last nights wine and the tang of salt from between your legs. His tongue licks over your teeth. He drags every part of you up for devouring.

A commotion over by the door takes your mortified eyes over.

You see Aeliana and some of her maids coming in. When they see you both naked in the bed with Geta thrusting into you like a madman, you watch her eyes blow wide with shame. Head bowing. Arms laden with todays gown for you to wear. She halts the girls by her side.

Geta doesn’t even spare them a look. They are below his divine notice. He manages to lever his mouth off yours for a mere few seconds, to bark his orders and send them scurrying.

“Get out.” He shrieks. Voice ringing through you with the harshness of the sudden shout.

You twist your head into the sweat slicked pillow. Ashamed that they’d even just glimpsed you being used so.

His spit drying on your chin. His hand possessively cupping your cunt again as he fucked you so deeply, something tender within your pelvis had you nearly wailing.

His mouth goes to your neck again. His pace growing faster and faster. Sloppier. Noises of your sex only increasing. His hold on you is so intense it’s an ache. His fingers trailing through your curls and your folds to find that spot that will surrender you entirely to him.

He rears up behind you. Skin glued with heat to yours. He grabs you close as if you’ll fade under his fingertips like smoke. Hips hammering as he reached his pleasure. Yours came snapping down on him not long after.

That telltale tip and then the surge of ecstasy that broke through you. Cunt snapping down right around his cock as you came in shudders. Pulsing through you as his spend burst deep into you. Exactly where he wanted it. Wave after wave of pleasure. You let it take you. Little else you could do. Your strength to fight had turned stone cold.

You laid against him in cooling sheets. Listening to his chasing breath behind you. Feeling the wet and heat between your legs twofold. His sweat drips onto your back. Smeared as he laps at your neck. Fresh bruises and teeth indents are more raw than before.

You can barely notice. You’re more taken with the way your pussy squishes as he pulls free. The hot rush of his spend.

Hot breath comes over your ear again. You shudder and you’re not entirely sure it’s of pleasure. His lips kiss to your jaw and cheek. All this sweat and sex soaked skin. and still he finds lemons in your taste when he kisses you.

“Shall I have the maid fetch you water?” He seeks.

“I shall do it.” You shrink down with sex flushed cheeks. Pushing away from the bed with a wince. Hair draping down your back as you take a smooth sheet from the bed with you. Padding to the side. Hips swaying under the cotton. Your pelvis and thighs feel tender and aching - low and bone deep like sun burn - as you move to the amphora and goblets you’d used last night.

He sits on his elbows to watch you. Uncovered, cock laying soft against his thigh. His thighs and groin sticky-wet with evidence of your joining. Unabashed as to his naked state.

His eyes are hungry and you certainly give him a feast to watch. Clad in sunshine from the great maw of the window. Skin littered with violent red and purple marks in odes to his ownership of you. The smeared blood from bites at your back that he’d licked away.

You stand at the side. Laying your hands flat to the table where the jug stood. You found you didn’t reach for it right away. You looked at the very unfamiliar sight of the wedding band in your finger. The gold surrounded by the two dog heads fighting over the sapphire. A helpless jewel caught in between rabid teeth. How fitting.

Your shaking hands pour clear water into a cup and you drink it all quickly. The taste of metal and sleep fading from your tongue.

Bare feet padding the floor come behind you. The rustle of a fine robe. The red and gold one. He’s barely bothered to tie it closed around his chest.

“I must go and ready for the day. Loathe as I am to depart your blissful company.” He says. His hand slipping round the back of your neck. Bringing you in. Tasting the new wetness on your tongue as he kisses you. You muffle a moan to his lips as he possesses you in a kiss again. Squeak a little as he pulls away.

You don’t know what else there is to say.

Enjoy your gilded cage, little nymph. It’s all you’ll know from now on.

“Wear jewels and something pretty. I’ll come find you later. Wife.” He promises with a salacious smirk. Eyes you up and down like he wants to tear that sheet off and bend you over the lectus here and now. Smack the fat of your ass and claim you again.

A dark smile aimed your way. A thumb on your chin to bring you in for one more lippy kiss. And he’s off - stalking toward the doors. A lascivious look shot your way as he turns away.

You say nothing. You feel nothing. Nothing except for empty hollow rage that shakes through you. Pounds at the bony trap your ribs. Enough for you to shiver even in the warm morning air.

You feel scraped through. Brittle like fraying rope. He’s taken you from your home. Exiled your father. Forced shame upon your family. Killed your brother. Pushed his twisted lust upon you, and now expects you to react as if it’s dressed up in love.

You floated into his life like a midsummer’s night breeze. And he found you breathtaking, enchanting. Now he had you he wanted to cup you close. Seal you to his skin with his nose buried in the crown of your head whilst crowing mine mine mine.

He was in two minds of what to do with you. Cherish you, love you, pour crimson rose petals before your steps. On the other hand, he only knew violence when it came to love and to lust. He wanted to break you apart piece-by-piece like dry clay. Tear at you like those tigers in the coliseum and see what’s left.

He’s never known what to do with his things when it comes to love. Maybe he didn’t even know it at all. Only knew how to demand and take. Never to please or to give. He’s never had too.

And now he expects mightily. For you to sit pretty and wear jewels, rings, gold, and fine stolas. Support his every shrieked command. You must learn to sew your mouth shut and keep your opinions tamed back behind that same silent closure of thread.

An Empresses role was silence. How your soul quakes with that new pain.

The huge doors rattle again. The exit of the Emperor meant the maids were safe to come tend you.

Aeliana walks towards you. You raise your eyes to hers. Wet and wide. Tears on the quivering brink of your lashes.

She is unable to hide the noticeable switch of shock in her expression, when she sees the wounds you’d been saddled with. Teeth marks and bruises. Like you’re a slab of meat and not a cherished spouse.

She cannot fathom how you have more cuts for her to soothe balm on after your wedding night.

“Let’s get you to the baths, Empress.” She soothes. Opens her arm. Encouraged you to follow. She tries a bolstering smile but you both know it’s fragile. Her husky voice is the only kind thing you fear you’ll ever hear in this rotten place.

You nod. Swallow. Stand tall and let her manoeuvre you.

You can allow some tears to slip free when you’re in the water. Then you must banish your feelings. The maids must strap finery and silks onto your body again and truss you up in this farce. You steel every last splitting nerve whilst you can. Tamp them down. Gather the ragged ends up and soothe them. Clutch tight.

Naked, you wade down the steps and sink under the surface of the huge bath.

You’re tempted to not come up for air again. The water lulling you in its cradling warmth like an old familiar companion. As if a siren that you let drag you down. Plunge headlong into waves and succumb.

Unlike Odysseus, you don’t have the strength to fight its pull.

The bite on your shoulder turns the water clouded and rusty.

One salient thought gives you solace as the world around you grows numbs to your ears.

Atleast he drank deeply from the lies you’d fed.

~

Many sun and moons had set since your wedding night. Time marches its onward parade in the beautifully rotten imperial palace.

Geta and Caracalla were summoned to a Imperial Consul with the senators. To discuss the matters of their particular wish to expand the Roman empire to Persia and India. And possibly beyond that. They held Rome and all her starving subjects in a gold fisted vice. Refused to relent like a bratty child clutching a beloved toy. One that they would rather break to splinters in their grasp than see it enjoyed by someone else.

That was not the way of the gods, after all. It was their damn birthright.

They both slouch in their sloping marble carved chairs, in front of the rows of Senators, as the magistrate drones through the Verba fecit. Then they would read the protocols to address problems within the city.

Geta is not attempting to look amused or even mildly interested.

He slurps at a golden goblet of dark wine. A scowl like rolling thunder on his face. Dark eyes smouldering at any old senator who dares contest his gaze. Garbed in gold with rings on every finger. His black and gold silken robes folded in his lap, spilling to the ground.

Caracalla appears more interested in feeding grapes to Dondus. His manic grin shining. Gold tooth glittering in the half dim as he laughs. His creatures chirps and shrieks accompany the low drone of the voices rolling around the great marble room. Bounding off the pillars and echoing back.

Geta ground his jaw tight as he flickered a look to the side and caught sight of the very thing that had begun to vex him from the second he stepped into these chambers. Set far back behind him. Amongst the senators seats.

Your cushioned lectus remained vacant.

He grips his wine goblet too tight. fingers strangling the stem. His attention was brought back to the room as Senator Thraex cleared his throat. Summoning back his attention.

“… I would also like to wish you joy on your recent union. Caesar…. You have bestowed a fine and fair Empress onto Rome and her peoples…”

Geta narrows his eyes at the man. Coaxing out the rest sharply. Or else.

“Yet I cannot help but notice It has been four moons now since the Empress graced us with her presence here at counsel…. I do wonder if all is well. As Rome does deserve the full compliments of its masters here to guide us.”

Geta ground his teeth around an answer. The room throbs in the heady silence as he glares. Punctuated only by the monkeys chitters and the shuffling of Senators gazing at each other in arch amusement as to the meaning of the levied comment.

“The Empress is occupied elsewhere at present. I should hope you are not suggesting me and my brother are lacking in our duties in any way. Senator.” He replies curtly. Eyes thunder heavy and dragging over the dry old man. Umbrian danger.

“Of course not. Sire.” Thraex replied. Seeming unimpressed with the answer. “If you’ll permit me I should like to discuss the issue within the city of what is to be done of taxes within the Porta Capena quarter…”

Geta sunk into his cup again as the Senators droned on. His mood plunged below foul. Jaw tight. He turned to look at the lectus again. Venom in his blood at your absence.

When counsel finished. He stormed from his seat without another word. Robes sweeping the ground as he raced from the room. Sandals meeting the floor like slaps. Rage evident in his stride. He summons the nearest Praetoria. Who promptly comes to his side.

“Where is the Empress?” He snarls. A snake in coil about to strike. Bad enough he had to suffer the thinly veiled barbs of Senators asking why you were absent. Even worse was that you made him look a fool without even being here. They were casting foul allusions as to your marriage.

The guard hesitates before giving an answer. “She has left the Palace, Caesar.” He answers.

Geta’s anger comes sharp and packed in poison. A hiss. He asks so curtly it echoes to the ceiling. “And precisely where has she gone?”

~

At first, the noise and bustle of Rome was repugnant to you. Rancid and dirt and heat. Too much noise and not enough air.

Made putrid by stale sweat en masse bodies, horse manure, and smoke from fires mingling with roasting meat or oily charred fish from street vendors.

There was always shouting, someone selling wine, someone selling exotic wares, and bartering filling the air. Music bleeding from some side alley. Jugglers and slight of hands weaving through the crowds of servants and nobles and peasants, ready to part people from their coin.

You watch and just listen to it all from where you’re seated. A palla folded around your head and neck to block the otherwise fierce sun, also to obscure your features, give you shade wherein to hide your golden jewellery and rich dress.

Though you doubt anyone in this riotous city knows or even cares who you are. To a glance? You are just another rich merchants wife. Or noble woman. Unseen. Unremarkable. You do admire Rome for that small mercy atleast. To make you invisible in a crowd of thousands.

You’re seated at the edge of the fountain. The marble lip cold under your dress. Your hand dangling down into the clean waters. Trailing your fingertips through the cool of it. Water shimmers off the blue stones and pearls of your rings. If you squint, they are treasures cast on the shore. You can imagine you see specs of sand. Golden shells. Milky pearls waiting to be picked - tucked cosily in cream oyster shells.

You try to pretend. You fail.

Your personal praetorian guard lingers not far away. Varro. A perpetual huge shadow to you since your wedding.

Geta told you the morning after that you were to have him watch over you at all times. The man has been hulking after your every footstep since. It’s cloying, but nowhere as much as that palace is.

Varro boasts a huge figure and not one to be easily missed in a crowd. A warriors build. A scowl that could curdle milk. He’s solid. Brawny thick chest, stocky as a barrel, thighs thick as tree trunks, large arms and immense shoulders even without his plates of armour.

He had a proud chiselled face, dark hazel eyes and a prominent nose that had been broken before. Evidence of a pinking scar bumping at the bridge of it. Also a small nick dissecting his lower lip. His life had known pain. You can tell. Typical soldiers life. A body cut from the cloth of war. From polishing armour, baying for unease, and stepping to commands.

It’s hewn in the way he carries himself in crowds. Darting eyes and not feeling at ease, or any kind of sane, unless he can see all four clear corners around himself - and you. And convinced danger lurks behind every brick corner and down every side street. Huge hand permanently slung over the pommel of his sword. A warning.

He stands a little way across from you now. Looming proud as an old oak in the shade of a building and a market stall slung with rich cloth for sale. Shirking the sun and scowling at everyone. Basalt black hair falls like long thorns over, down his brow. Down the nape of his neck and collar, beaded in sweat.

Children scarper around him. Street urchins that clamour like flies on rot at his appearance. He gives no inch and tells them to move along with a curt nod. Steel stiff spine standing to attention. A merchant tries to sell him a cup of wine - red or white - they are silenced by his frown. He won’t touch a drop whilst on duty. Truth be told, You don’t think he knows how to be off duty. He’s not capable.

He’s an austere reminder of your station. Almost literally, in his dark black plate armour and wisteria purple cape swinging from his wide shoulders. A storm cloud eternally perched on the horizon of your day. His words come few and far between. You don’t think you’ve heard him string two full sentences together once. Except possibly in daggered warning;

You draw too much attention. Empress. It is bound to invite trouble.

You wanted to scoff at that irony.

You? In your hooded palla, draw attention?

When it is he, the man who guards you - like a grizzled dog - who is a thick immovable column of uniform widely recognised as imperial praetoria, wherever you turn in these streets? Unfathomable.

I am going to temple to pray. You may either escort me. Or explain to my husband why I have gone into the capital, alone.

His answer was a gruff glare. Acceptance and frustration entwined.

You have caused him to furrow his dark brows at you several times with a “Yes, Empress.” That came dragged through a displeased drone. A hound showing you his teeth before the jaws snap. Having to escort you into the city each day was laying contrary to his regulations to not have you in harms way.

You insisted. He obeyed. With little choice in the matter.

Every day you came here. One corner of the beating, shouting heart of Rome. You went to the Temple of Vesta and you prayed. And you went to a public fountain and let real life ebb in upon you once again. To find some peace away from the rabid emperors, who blaze at the palace with all the ferocity of fiery twin suns. They encompass all. Left little room for anything else. All life revolved around them. You float off in distant orbit.

You wave your fingers through the cool water. Tethered to one small piece of home again. Cool tides that brought you comfort. Reminded you of the sun soaked shores of home. Sunlight fracturing in diamonds off clear blue waters.

Feeling the sun beat down now on your neck through layers of cloth. You cast your eyes over the monuments to Neptune sat in this ornamental fountain. Sea gods and goddesses and creatures of sea foam. The other side where you are, women are washing clothes, or chatting over baskets fetched from market. You can smell perfumed oils, dried flower petals, and the sweet plump of ripe fruits tucked safe in the shade of their baskets.

How wild it is that until four weeks ago, that too had been your life. You didn’t sleep on silken sheets, get trussed in gold, and have servants poised so you never had to even lift a finger.

You knew comforts - of course. You had fine clothes and didn’t have to toil the fields. But you weren’t beyond spinning cloth or running errands. Helping clean and tidy your home. Fetching food or helping prepare meals. Coming home from market in the small town with oiled fish, scorpion fish, or boar, fresh chestnuts or olives. Dried meats sometimes too.

You thought of the olive trees lining the road to town. Huge and ancient. Offering branches that white doves often sat in - cooing away their calls. You thought of buying chestnuts for Ceres because she adored them so. Goats cheese for your mother that she liked with honey. Bunches and bunches of aniseed to make into Canistrelli biscuits for father.

The happy creak of your basket on your arm. Feeling the sun tangle in your hair as you shaded your eyes, felt the sea kissed breeze caress along your arms and back as if an embrace of a lover.

All those things you’d lost in one fell swoop. A life that had been snatched from you without your even getting a chance to bid it goodbye. Just like your brother. Your father.

And here you were now. Hiding away in the crowds. So lonely you felt its sting like the deepest shrapnel. A wound never closing. Always being prodded some more by the dire aspects of your circumstances. Anything to not be trapped in your gilded cage. Being reminded daily that your one use in that foul place, lay solely between your legs.

Two small girls come stumbling to an ungraceful stop, laughing, breathless and slowing from a run. They come right to your side to fill some amphorae with water. Dunking the clay jug into the clear water and letting it fill.

They each have dark hair and dark eyes. One must be close to Ceres’ age of six, toddling, milk teeth smile, youthful weight clinging to her cheeks, the other slightly older. Longer hair and a fuller smile. They have flowers pinched from a stall stuffed in their rusty coloured linen apron pockets. Some bay laurels and cornflowers.

You smile warmly at them. They smile back, unabashed. Joy seeping out of them. That brand of innocent fearlessness that grasps the young.

Turning your head you hear the clank of armour, feet shifting fast on dirt. Varro steps towards you with his scowl and his hand already on his sword.

You reprimand him silently. Gaze packed in ice. Jaw set. Mouth flicking to a grim line. You calmly hold up your hand and motion for him to step back. He’d scare the poor things.

You feel a gentle tug on your dress where it splays at your shoulders. Turning back, you see the younger one has her small hand on your dress.

You gently return your hand to your side. Seeing what she wanted your attention for. They both looked at Varro with much wide eyed curiosity. Only very rich ladies could afford a soldier. Only those of very high status. You fear he’s just betrayed your standing.

“Pardon me…” She utters. Her unsure voice carefully picking over the words. As if she was still learning larger words and their uses.

“Yes?” You smile. Touched by her boldness. Treating her with gentility.

“Are you the Empress?” She seeks. Forming words slowly. A curious tilt of her head.

You see no reason to lie.

You can feel Varros eyes burning a glare into your back. Harsher. More furious than the sun. Don’t.

“I am.” You respond.

They smile as if excited. Sharing a look. Both each producing a small laurel sprig from their stuffed pockets. They each step forwards and present the small branches out to you. A gift. You lay your hand flat and accept them both. Curling your fingers around branch stems.

“Gods blessings be upon you, Empress.” They speak in clunky unison.

You take the branches with reverence. Feeling the smooth leaves. The verdant and subtle scent coming from them.

“Pray tell me. What are your names?” You enquire.

The eldest speaks first. “Amata, Empress.”

The youngest follows suit. “Junia, Empress.” She tells you proudly.

You reach for your purse. Stowed safely within your dress folds away from the hands of beggars. You pluck out two coins and place them in their small hands. Junias hand reminds you if a small pudgy starfish. Curling round a silver shell.

“Blessings be upon you both. Amata. Junia. For your kindness…” You beam to them both.

They shimmer with mirth. Taking their jugs and scampering away through the crowds like nymphs.

Varro appears at your shoulder like an omen. “Empress.” He says your name lowly. Chiding you with his tone alone for revealing yourself to them.

“Surely two little girls holding flowers in their pockets, pose no danger to me.” You reply archly. Watching across the crowds where they’d disappeared.

“I only seek to resupply you of my one duty.”

“I don’t need reminding.” You tell him. Not unkindly. But he can hear the way you might be tempted to let the words be sharpened to little blades off your back teeth.

He’ll say this for you; you don’t have sharp teeth or poisonous tongue like every other noble in that palace. You are made different to their spoilt ways. Something sleeker and softer. All foam whipped off waves. You can sting and lash if required - you simply choose not too.

You hear bells toll for midday from the temple beyond. Clanging off the golden stone of every building around you. You fancy you can see the ripple of the sound sending waves to burst across the fountains surface.

Varro is giving you that stern look that urges you to be heading back. Before you’re started to be noticed. Before you become a perfidious gap in your Emperors day, when he isn’t vying for blood, gold or war. That or applying himself ruthlessly to the detriment of this great city, crushing his own people in the same way his favourite wine is made. Squeezing every drop til dry.

You hate to return. But you fear what wrath will come if you don’t. The thought of slipping away into these crowds and dipping into another form of life mocks you. Cowardice curbs your actions.

With some of the meagre coin in your pocket, you could try and make for the coast, possibly. You could disguise yourself as a merchants wife, or a servant. Anything to slip the golden net you’ve been landed in.

You wonder how far you’d make it, running away like a common ruffian, before the stomping hooves of a Roman battalion would be on your heels. Snatching you back here to be humiliated at Geta’s own insistence. The punishment he’d dole on you doesn’t bear thinking about. You were property after all.

You watch men and women weave in and out of the crowds, wishing you had half their luck as to put your back to this palace and peel away. Your mind wanders over that idea. A faint ember that dies to a curling puff of smoke. Snuffed out.

It doesn’t bear thinking about-

You take your offered laurel branches and stand. Varro takes up his guard. Eyes flicking all around. Searching for those corners he requires. For that split second of danger he can cleave his sword onto treasonous limbs for your protection.

You make your way back through crowds. Varro cutting a swathe for you. You keep your head down and remain quiet. Mind vacant as you move through the paved streets.

A flash of a body pushing past you takes your attention down a side alley. One arched with fabric awnings thrown over merchants stalls.

The flash of white turned out to be a senators robe. The vivid plum purple bordering white. You bat away the bitter thought of once recognising it as your fathers noble robes.

You catch sight of three people, stood on a street corner. One of them you don’t recognise but you know him to be a Senator. The two people he’s stood conversing with does make you stop in your tracks.

General Acacious and Lady Lucilla.

They are conversing deeply. Attention not given to you where you stand on the other side of the street. Shade cloaks them all. A moment out the sun. A place they hope guards them in obscurity. Talking with each other in hushed tones. Marcus and Lucilla wear hoods so as to hide their fine features from any obvious recognition.

The crowd trickles on around you. Water carving on around a large rock in the way.

Lady Lucilla raises her eyes. They flash to you in an instant. Dazzling green. A sun dappled meadow holding you in sight.

Her face falls as she halts her words. Lips parting. The General and the Senator both turn to follow her gaze. Finding you, caught static, at the other end of it. You recognise a prickle of panic when you see it.

You turn your head. Eyes snapping away as you hold your skirts and continue on.

Your guard says nothing. Though you know he saw what you just did. It’s not his place. He forgets all he sees or hears - all that doesn’t pose risk to you.

Maybe you weren’t the only person in Rome to wish the Palace walls didn’t have treasonous eyes and ears. You can’t help but wonder if perhaps Varro was right;

There is danger round these street corners in Rome.

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[astra-ravana]

Spirit Vessels

A spirit vessel is a physical object that acts as a home, anchor, or conduit for a spirit, entity, or familiar. It can be used for communication, protection, spellwork, or companionship. Spirit vessels are common in witchcraft, necromancy, and spirit work, often used for housing spirit guides, familiars, servitors, or bound entities.

Types of Spirit Vessels

• Natural Vessels – Stones, crystals, wood, bones, or shells that already contain strong energy.

• Man-Made Vessels – Statues, dolls, jewelry, rings, mirrors, or bottles that are ritually prepared.

• Personal Vessels – Items that belong to the practitioner, such as a pendant, charm, or wand.

Choosing a Spirit Vessel

Consider the following:

• Material: Some materials hold spirit energy better (e.g., quartz for clarity, obsidian for shadow work).

• Symbolism: Choose something connected to the spirit’s nature (e.g., a silver locket for a fae spirit, an animal skull for ancestral work).

• Size: Small items (rings, pendants) for personal carrying; larger items (statues, jars) for home-based spirits.

Creating a Spirit Vessel

Creating spirit vessels can serve as a meaningful way to honor ancestors, connect with spiritual energies, and provide a physical representation of intangible forces. These vessels, often crafted with intention and reverence, can act as conduits for guidance, protection, and healing. They help individuals establish a deeper relationship with the unseen world, fostering personal growth and spiritual awareness. Additionally, the artistic process of making a spirit vessel can be meditative and therapeutic, allowing for self-expression and a greater sense of purpose.

The Process

Cleansing the Vessel-Before inviting a spirit, purify the vessel to remove residual energies. Methods include:

• Smoke Cleansing (Sage, Palo Santo, Mugwort)

• Salt Bath (For non-metal items)

• Moonlight or Sunlight Charging

• Sound Cleansing (Chimes, Bells, Singing Bowls)

Incantation for Cleansing:

"By fire, water, earth, and air,

This vessel now is pure and fair.

No harm within, no ill remain,

Only light shall now sustain."

Charging the Vessel-Hold the vessel and infuse it with your intention using energy work, visualization, or chanting.

Example Intentions:

• "This vessel shall house a guardian spirit for protection."

• "This ring shall serve as a link between me and my familiar."

Optional Enhancements:

• Sigils: Inscribe a protection or binding sigil.

• Anointing: Use oils (e.g., myrrh for spirits, lavender for peace, dragon’s blood for power).

• Blood or Hair (if comfortable): For a personal connection.

Calling the Spirit-There are different methods to invite a spirit:

• Invoking a Known Spirit-If you have a spirit guide, familiar, or deity-aligned entity, invite them into the vessel.

Example Invocation:

"By will and word, I call thee near,

Dwell within this vessel clear.

By pact and bond, remain with me,

Bound in trust, so mote it be!"

• Creating a Custom Spirit (Servitor or Thoughtform)-If you want to create a spirit rather than invite one, visualize the spirit’s form, name, and purpose. Charge the vessel with that energy and command it to awaken.

Example Statement:

"From thought to form, I give thee breath,

Bound to this vessel, life and depth.

In my service, thou shall stay,

By my will, by night and day!"

• Calling an Unknown Spirit-For ancestral work or unknown guides, use a pendulum or divination to confirm a willing presence. Never bind a spirit against its will.

Caution: Always establish rules and boundaries before allowing a spirit to reside in a vessel.

Sealing the Vessel-Once the spirit is inside, seal the connection to prevent interference.

• Wax Dripping: Seal with candle wax (black for protection, red for power, blue for wisdom).

• Thread Wrapping: Bind with string to secure the energy.

• Protective Sigil: Draw a sigil to prevent unwanted energy from entering.

Sealing Spell:

"Bound by word and light so bright,

This vessel holds, sealed tight.

By my will, this pact is spun,

This work is whole, it is done!"

Aftercare & Communication

Once the spirit has entered the vessel there is still much to be done to maintain the connection and keep the spirit comfortable in its new home.

Signs the Spirit Has Settled:

• Dreams or visions of the entity.

• Sudden cold or warmth from the vessel.

• Unexplained feelings of comfort or guidance.

• Divination confirming presence (tarot, pendulum, scrying).

How to Care for the Vessel:

• Offerings: Incense, candles, or small gifts to maintain the bond.

• Cleansing: Occasional gentle cleansing (avoid disrupting the spirit).

• Respect: Do not mistreat or neglect the vessel.

Releasing a Spirit (If Needed)

If you need to release the spirit, do so respectfully:

• Thank the spirit for its time.

• Offer a final gift (incense, a prayer).

• Open the vessel and say:

"With love and light, I set thee free,

Return now where thou choose to be."

• Bury, cleanse, or decommission the vessel afterward.

Spirit vessels are powerful tools when used correctly. They require responsibility, mutual respect, and ongoing care. Always trust your intuition when working with spirits, and never force an entity into a vessel against its will.

[templeofelysium]

hekate: a history

hihi!! recently my friend expressed interest in learning more about hekate and I thought that I could do some research and put it into a post. I have an altar to her but I don't necessarily commune with her often, and I didnt know as much of her lore as I probably should've. let me know if there's another deity yall would like me to do another deep dive on. i will link the sources that i used at the very end!

Domain: magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, ghosts, crossroads, boundaries, herbalism and necromancy. she ruled over sky, earth, and sea, and was often venerated as a part of the household deities. she is widely respected and revered, even by the other gods

Parentage: Perses, titan of destruction and known for his great wisdom; Asteria, titaness of falling stars and nighttime divination

Important Imagery:

-she is often depicted holding two torches, a key, a dagger, or snakes -her familiars include a dog--the Queen Hecuba who committed suicide or was received as Odysseus' consort after the fall of Troy--and a polecat (like a ferret)--or the midwife Galinthias who was transformed by the goddess Eileithyia -she was often given three heads or three bodies -her arrival is often preceded by the howling of dogs -she is sometimes shown flanked by lions or (multiple) dogs -in some depictions she will have an animal head, including anything from a cow, dog, boar, serpent, or horse -wheels and caves

Associated Offerings: garlic, cypress, oak, aconite, belladonna, dittany, mandrake, yew

Other Offerings: the typical historical offerings like myrrh and frankincense, wine, and barley. eggs or eggshells (cleansing, protection), black salt (protection from spirits), chocolate (underworld), coffee (underworld), lavender or cedar or sage (cleansing, magic), asphodel (underworld), black pepper (banishing, protection), camphor (dreams, psychic divination), clove (exorcism, wealth). evil eyes if its not cultural appropriation for you to use them. then of course keys, mirrors, bones, imagery of deceased, triquetra, jewelry or magic items like

Crystals: obsidian, smokey quartz, black tourmaline, black moonstone, lapis lazuli, amethyst, labradorite, jaspers (especially dalmation or star), howlite, opal, angelite, celestite, lepidolite, larimar, aventurine, citrine, malachite, jade, blue calcite, gems, gold/silver

Associated Holiday: Hekate's Deipnon (which I covered in my last post)

Lore:

-In Hesiod's Theogony he describes Hekate allying with Zeus against the Titans and how "Zeus the son of Kronos (Cronus) honored [her] above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea." -In the Homeric Hymns Hekate is described as a close companion of Persephone, as she (along with Hermes) helped deliver her back to Demeter after her capture by Hades -During the Deipnon she is said to lead the souls of the restless dead out of Hades during the night and must be placated with offerings -Hekate is also seen as a kourotrophos (probably because of her association with Eileithyia and Artemis), or protector of children, and is often invoked as such -Hekate is often seen as Medea's (from Jason and the Argonauts) patroness and the one who advised her of what to do to get over Aeetes' trials -Sometimes she is considered the mother of Circe and Medea

Epithets: (used like a surname to call upon her different aspects)

-Perseis: destroyer (after her father) -Aionios: eternal, ever-flowing -Apotropaia: the one that protects -Brimo: angry, terrible one -Indalimos: the beautiful -Aidonaia/Chthonia: of the underworld -Propolos: who serves -Soteira: savior -Trimorphis: three-formed -Trioditis: off the cross roads/three-way -Enodia: of the way/road -Propulaia: before the gate -Nyktipolos: night wandering -Phosphoros: light bringing -Atalos: tender, delicate -Kourotrophos: nurse of the young -Skylakagetis: leader of the dogs -Kleidouchos: holder of keys (of Hades) -Liparokredemnos: bright-coiffed -Anassa eneroi: queen of those below

Things That Are Probably Neopagan But I Can't Tell:

-Hekate being seen as a maiden-mother-crone triple goddess -Hekate's wheel symbol

Sources:

theoi.com

wikipedia on hekate

wikipedia on the deipnon

wikipedia on kourotrophos

some ancient greek holidays

hekate: a history

[ariheartsmatt]

ㅤㅤㅤ( 📄 ) now introducing . . . ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOWORKER!MATT x OFFICE SIREN!READER

( 📁 ) COWORKER!MATT: twenty four. boston, born and raised. tufts graduate. belts. dior suits. quiet. shy smiles. black coffee. hard worker. silver rings. innocent doe eyes. likes being dragged by his tie. morning showers. montblanc pens. rolex watches. jo malone london wood sage & sea salt. neat handwriting. knuckle cracker. whiskey. gets off on being stepped on. hidden arm sleeve. everybody’s work crush.

( 💻 ) OFFICE SIREN!READER: twenty four. nicknamed vixen. upper east side baby. barnard graduate. vivienne westwood jewlery. short skirts and stockings. nude nails. confident. sly smirks. judgey looks towards everyone but matt. bayonetta glasses. heels. ysl black opium. likes making men cry. messy buns. red lip. high maintenance. vodka martinis: extra dry, extra olives. thinks the office dress code is a suggestion.

authors note. first au ! i’ve seen office aus, but haven’t seen office siren ! coworker!matt headcanons here ⋆˚࿔

[nikosaki]

“I want to use specific names for colours/shades but I don’t know many!” Hahaha sakira has got you! If you want to add colour to the objects or stuff in your writing you shouldn’t just write it like this

“Her dress was red” “His eyes were purple”

That makes your writing bland, it dumbs down the readers imagination during reading. Instead describe the colour like this

“Her dress was like a cup of Rooibos tea under a sunlit day”

“His eyes could be compared to that of a raven’s deep violet eyes”

(tip: amethyst is an overused word, there’s a list of other purple words below you should check out)

You can describe colours using objects because it will give shape to the sentence but don’t always go too detailed. If you make one sentence with a lot of adjectives and everything then don’t over use it in the other sentence that’s is.

But remember to use a simile like “as” or “like” if you do use objects.

I already wrote “Her dress was like a cup of Rooibos tea under a sunlit day” so next time when I mention the dress’s colour again I am going to write something like this

“Her garnet dress flowed in the wind”

Why? Because simple sentenced always enchance the writing and gives reader a feeling.

now that we are done with how to write colours let’s see some synonyms!!

white- bleached , colourless , pearly , milky , snowy, ivory , salt , Lacey , linen , frosty, daisy parchment , porcelain, cotton , rice bone

black- ebony, midnight, jade , spider , coal , pitch black, void , empty, sooty , obsidian , metal, onyx , ink , crow

grey- shadow, ash , graphite , foggy, dove , silver , dull, cloud ,slate, iron, smoke, pebble

red- garnet, blush , Merlot , cherry , crimson, rose, sangria, bloody, berry , currant, terracotta, jam , merlot

orange- tangerine , ginger , apricot, autumn , spice , amber, rust, marmalade, pumpkin , carrot , clay, golden , copper , ochre

yellow- gold, canary , light , butterscotches, dandelion, honey , blonde, corn, saffron , ocher, buttermilk

green- beryl , viridescent , olive , emerald , pickle, leafy , sage , lime , pear , mint, mignonette, glaucous

blue- ocean , aqua , cobalt, navy , sapphire, admiral, denim , cerulean, indigo , lapis , peacock, aegean, azure , turquoise, cyan , arctic

purple - amethyst , raven , violet ,lilac , lavender, plum , magenta ,orchid , mulberry, heather, raisin, amaranthine , eggplant , iris , periwinkle

pink- blush , cherry blossom , taffy , peach, flamingo , rosey , salmon , fuscia, rosewood , pale red

IMPORTANT : remember to do GOOD research on shades!! You need to know which one you can use as an adjective and which one is a noun. If it’s a noun turn it into adjective, if it cannot be turned into an adjective then use a simile.

There’s more and if you know put it in the reblogs

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevill suitors smell like? PT.2

Hi little robins, this is pt.2 of "What do ikevil suitors smell like?". I've included the three new babies villains, the Vogel boys. Eventhough we don't know much about them, I couldn't resist including them here, because I already love those sillies. Soooo, enjoy, my dears!!! Btw, just like in pt.1, I tried to put the same amount of perfumes on each boy, except for Elbie, our greedy boy.

Elbert Greetia

A melancholic, porcelain-doll-looking nobleman. Our Ethereal Prince. My Greedy Boy. As beautiful as a work of art. He has a little maniacal obsession with collecting the most beautiful things in the world, just for himself, that's why he has so many perfumes, he can't decide which one he likes the most, so he keeps buying new fragrances. "I want. I want. I want… If only I could find it, then surely..." Love, let me hold your hand while telling you this: you are the mot beautiful thing in the world. His ocean-blue eyes and long, fluttering lashes hold such a sorrowful gaze. If it weren't because of his curse, he could perfectly be part of ikemen prince, you can't change my mind. I love Elbie, and I can't wait to play his route over and over again. He reminds me of a rain-soaked garden with a gazebo full of roses in the middle. He reminds me of a nostalgic walk along a solitary beach at dusk. He reminds me of a magical forest bathed in silver moonlight. He definitely smells clean, soft, and ethereal, with perhaps some citrusy notes blended with salty-marine hints that reflect his love for beach walks.

Notes: Bergamot, lemon, aldehydes, orange blossom, jasmine, lavender, sea salt, sandalwood, white musk and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

De Profundis - Serge Lutens

Un Jardin Apres La Mousson - Hermès

Wood Sage & Sea Salt - Jo Malone

Aqua Allegoria Teazzurra - Guerlain

L’Eau Froide - Serge Lutens

Sel Marin - James Heeley

Fou d’Absinthe - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Meomir Man - Amouage

Ninfeo Mio - Goutal

Jude Jazza

The Cunning & Ruthless Mobster. Crown's personal Maleficent. Silvio 2.0. A mean pookie who enjoys the problems and suffering of others. "All your yappin's real noisy. Lemme shut ya up.” OMG he even speaks like Silvio. Pretty sure he's kinky af, he may be into chains or something similar. "He's earned himself many enemies" Nah, really? I would've never guessed, not with that golden retriever personality of his. "He always fulfills his promises and expects the same of others, holding a special one close to his festering heart." You see? He has a heart, allegedly. Anyways, we're here to talk about scents, aren't we? I feel like he smells like tobacco and liqueur, I'm 100% sure. And, I don't know why, I can sense some kind of smell that reminds me of sylvester bushes and a really old library, full of dust. Of course, we can't forget that he has money *cough, cough, Silvio, cough*, so he also needs a really expensive scent. He probably doesn't have a favourite perfume, because he slays at layering them and creating new scents that combine with his radiant and bubbly personality.

Notes: Liqueur, cognac, tobacco, black pepper, cinnamon, bergamot, cedarwood, sandalwood, leather, amber and vetiver.

Perfumes he might like:

Man In Black - Bvlgari

Tobacco Vanille - Tom Ford

Angels' Share - By Killian

Straight to Heaven - By Killian

The Tragedy of Lord George - Penhaligon's

1740 Marquis de Sade - Histoires de Parfums

Ellis Twilight

The little sunshine oddball filled with happiness and joy. Have you seen those cute little curls in his hair? *OMG he's so fluffy I'm gonna dieeee.* He wants to reveal the happiest moments of other people’s lives (and then kill them). He really has a peculiar obsession (another impulsive maniacal wow, such a surprise hahan't.) for the "happiest moment" in others' lives and his own definition of "love" he's striving to prove (Alexa, play "Safer" by Tyla). “Tell me, how happy are you right now…?” If I tell you I'm depressed will you let me live?. Crown's youngest member and Jude's assistant (I don't even know what to think anymore, poor Ellis or poor Jude?). Anyways, as the mentally ill person that I am, I'll patiently wait for his route release. Back to the scents, he loves crispy baguettes and raspberry jam. I feel like he smells like a twisted picnic in a forest at dusk, with pink roses, fresh bread and berries. Clean, but with earthy and woody hints. Since he is such a people pleaser, he doesn't have a favourite perfume, he's just going to wear whatever you like the most, even if it's nothing, even if it's gasoline.

Notes: Mandarine, grapefruit, raspberry, rose, bread, cedarwood, vanilla, oak moss and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

By The Fireplace - Maison Margiela

Eau Rose - Diptyque

Aventus for Her - Creed

Memoirs of a Trespasser - Imaginary Authors

Pomegranate Noir - Jo Malone

Mûre et Musc - L’Artisan Parfumeur

Darius Vogel

The so called Untrustworthy Cruel Angel, or what I prefer, Chevalier and Gilbert's love child. He truly looks as beautiful and ethereal as an angel, but so did Lucifer, and he ended up ruling Hell, so... we'll have to wait to see him in action... According to Victor in his Vicpedia "Is he an angel or a devil? You’ll have to find out for yourself." “Hello cursed people and everyone else. Won’t you join me in building a wonderful world?” Vlad, is that you? The angelic head of the German empire’s direct organisation, “Vogel”. Referencing Victor on his Vicpedia, "Though he looks like an angel, there’s a strong scent of evil coming from him." So, translated to scents, what does that exactly smells like? Based on what we know, which is not much, if not nothing, I will say that his scent matches his appearance, so maybe a really light, soft, airy and beautiful opening, with white flowers and white musk, very angelic-like, with a "punch" of something much more obscure beneath the surface, maybe some spices, sweet liqueurs and dark woods. All that in a winter-like scenery, very cold, like a breath on top of a glacier.

Notes: Bergamot, jasmine, gardenia, lily of the valley, snowdrop, foxglove, cypress, sandalwood, cinnamon, black pepper, oak moss and absinthe.

Perfumes he might like:

The Language Of Glaciers - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

Nightingale - Zoologist Perfumes

Viking - Creed

Reflection Man - Amouage

La Religieuse - Serge Lutens

Poivre Noire - Serge Lutens

Nica Schwartz

Just like Jude is the villanous version of Silvio from ikeprince, I feel like Nica is Nokto's doppelganger in ikevillains. A frivolous and cunning person who plays with love. He gives me foxy vibes, but in a darker and colder way. He's referred to as "Vogel’s brain" and seems to have a knack for manipulation and has an eye for money and power. “Guten Tag, cute robin. I want you to be my toy", yep, we have yet another fox. He's a bookworm, but, apparently, is just so he can gain more and more knowledge so he can play with you all. In the official information given directly by Cybird, it says that Nica resents shows of affection, but he still plays with you like a toy. Doesn't that sounds like he's desperate for someone loving him? "He resents love because he has never been given some." Again, this are just assumptions based on what we know and the vibes that I get from him. In conclusion, beneath that foxy-like appearance, I feel like he may have a huge heart of gold that he is too afraid to share. If I had to translate that vibe into a scent, it would probably be something seductive but fresh and sweet at the same time, something more "wild" like a fox playing in a field, but with a cooler vibe, maybe between winter and spring.

Notes: Bergamot, vetiver, jasmin, fruity, leather, ambar, incense, musk, lily of the valley, wild flowers, vanilla, honey, tulip and pink pepper.

Perfumes he might like:

Fox in the Flowerbed - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

L'homme Ideal - Guerlain

Yesterday Haze - Imaginary Authors

XJ 1861 Naxos - Xerjoff

Tam Dao - Diptyque

Snowy Owl - Zoologist Perfumes

Ring Schwartz

The love of my life pt. I already lost the count. The cute Vogel's guard dog. Dariu's puppet and Licht's doppelganger.  "This younger twin suffers from blushing easily" Victor please stop, I can't take it anymore. “If you don’t want your life to be taken, don’t get in the way of us, Vogel.” Okay cute puppy, whatever you say. From what we know, Ring seems cold when you first approach him, but he will be on his knees at the minimum show of affection towards him. So, if you play with his heart, you'll not only have Nica going for you, I'll be there too. Based on the information that Cybird has given us, he seems to be shy and cold, since one of his hobbies is "being in the corner of a room", still, it's not like he is an antisocial, we can guess that because the thing that he resents the most is "eating alone". The other hobby that he has is "taking a nap while looking at the sky" this tells me that he prefers quiet places where he can feel at peace, and somehow it also gives me the vibes of a dreamer, since "looking at the sky" is kind of poetic and it can symbolise freedom, if you know what I mean. In his skills he mixes two aspects that seem quite radical, combat skills and martial arts, along with a really good relationship with animals and an understanding of plants and flowers. When I say radical, in this case, I mean it's that one thing is "agressive" and "tough" while the other is so much more "soft" and "light energy". That aspect of dichotomy or duality is the most important characteristic of Ring, and it needs to be reflected on his scent.

Notes: Grapefruit, black pepper, ginger, lavender, vanilla, lily of the valley, snowdrop, leather, sandalwood, amber and forget-me-not.

Perfumes he might like:

The Noir 29 - Le Labo

Jubilation XXV - Amouage

Pardon - Nasomatto

Russian Leather - Memo Paris

Hyrax - Zoologist Perfumes

Burning Ben - Strangers Parfumerie - His favourite

And here it ends the "What do ___ suitors smell like?" Ikemen Villains edition. I hope you have enjoyed reading this as mucha as I have enjoyed writing it. You've probably noticed that the ikevil version of these series is pretty much less humorous than the ikeprince version. I think it is mainly because, eventhough both games characters are so well written and have a lot of traumas and issues, I still think that Ikemen Villains is the darkest one, and so, the one with less humorous content. And also, I tried to understand each character, that's why the character's descriptions are so long, sorry for that hehe. Anyways, thanks for your attention and love!!! Love you all my little robins!!!

Btw, I will probably continue doing this with ikevamp and maybe, maybe, ikesen, but it will take some time, there are a lot of characters in those game series.

[lichtluxx]

About Demonolatry PT 2

Dukante Hierarchy

This second part focus more on the Dukante Hierarchy, which was allegedly one of the most famous, this includes also additional information about these demons including their descriptions ands enns. Though note that the Dukante hierarchy is admittedly incomplete. Mr. Dukante died before he finished his work.

Family 1

Satan - King: Tasa reme laris Satan - Ave Satanis - Direction: Center/All; Color: All; Months: All; Seasons All; Rituals- Any; Satan appears as a sage wise man with silver hair and black eyes. His eyes have been described as nothing and all.

Unsere - (Female) Fertility and Sorcery: Unsere tasa lirach on ca ayar -Direction: Northeast; Colors: Green and White; Month: February; Season: Late Winter; Ritual: Wisdom, patience, motherhood.; Unsere has deep green eyes like the fertile plains of Ireland. Her hair is brown with strands of spun silver. Her eyes smile and sparkle. Her energy is gentle and nurturing. She travels often in a cowl-hooded cloak. Most memorable are her thin, delicate, pale hands. She dissolves as a mist. She is said to often appear to women during or after childbirth to breath life into infants.

Satanchia - Grand General (War) : Furca na alle laris Satanchia.

Agaliarept - Assistant Grand General (War) : On ca Agaliarept agna

Lucifage - High Command (Control) : Eyen tasa valocur Lucifuge Rofocale. His twin brother is Lucifer.

Flereous - Fire Elemental : Ganic Tasa Fubin Flereous - Direction: South; Color: Red, Orange; Month: June; Season: Summer; Ritual: Baptism, action, love, solstice. Flereous appears as a tall man with long, red, course hair and red eyes. His voice is low and hissing. His expression is that of placidity.

Lucifer - Air Elemental : Renich Tasa Uberaca Biasa Icar Lucifer - Direction: East; Colors: White Yellow; Month: March; Season: Spring; Ritual: Enlightenment, spring equinox, initiations. Lucifer appears with long, black hair and blue eyes. His voice is considered average though he seems overly excited most of the time. He wears pendants of eagles.

Beelzebuth - Lord of insects. [Editor’s note - more recent translations of older texts say Beelzebuth was translated improperly and it should have been Lord of Lords. It is possible Dukante did not know this?] : Adey vocar avage Beelzebuth

Belphegore - Master of Weaponry-gain: Lyan Ramec Catya Ganen Belphegore

Mesphito - Keeper of the book of death: Mesphito ramec viasa on ca

Delepitoré- (Female) Demoness of magick. : Deyen pretore ramec Delepitore on ca - She is tall and slender with blue/gray eyes. She possesses all knowledge of sorcery and carries with her an oak wand with a tip made of glazed crystal. She appears most often in blue robes and cloaks. Patient and reserved. Heed well to not anger her for she knows well the Demoness' Tezrian and Sonnellion.

Belial - Earth Elemental: Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehlc Belial - Direction: North; Colors: Green, Brown, Black; Month: December; Season: Winter; Ritual: initiation, new beginnings, winter solstice. Belial appears with hair colored black and white like salt and pepper (some people report his hair to be blonde). His eyes shift from brown to green. His voice comes off as being quite normal, though he speaks with resolute confidence in everything he says. He often seems perplexed or confused by some great mystery. He is not as tall as some of the other elementals.

Family 2

Luithian - Advisor: Deyan anay tasa Luithian *Azlyn - (Female) Weaves the threads of things to come, future. [New addition stemming from ascension 4/8/01] Her Enn was also begotten through ascension.

Rean Par Tasa Azlyn Ayar Leviathan - Water Elemental: Jaden Tasa Hoet Naca Leviathan - Direction: West; Colors: Blue, Gray; Month: September; Season: Autumn; Ritual: emotions, initiation, equinox, healing, fertility. Leviathan appears with long black hair and blue/gray eyes so striking it is as if you are staring into the waters of your own soul. His voice is low, his speech reserved. He is also shorter than Lucifer and Flereous, but stands a hair taller than Belial. He wears an amulet of his own sigil.

Sonnelion - (Female) Demoness of hate: Ayer Serpente Sonnillion - Direction: Southwest; Colors: violet; Month: July; Season: Mid-summer; Ritual: dispersing anger, cursing, balancing, focus.

Family 3

Abbadon - Advisor: Es na ayer Abbadon avage

Ammon - Demon of domination: Avage Secore Ammon ninan Twin to Mammon.

Mammon - Demon of Avarice: Tasa Mammon on ca lirach Twin to Ammon.

Family 4

Rosier - Demon of love: Serena Alora Rosier Aken - He often remains reclusive from the human eye. Most of his work is done from afar. Rosier does, however, answer prayers and listens quite well. On the Demonic plane he will stay bathed in a shadowed corner when introduced. He is very shy.

Astarte - (Female) Demoness of love: Serena Alora Astarte Aken Ashtaroth - (Female) Priestess of friendship: Tasa Alora foren Ashtaroth -Twin to Astarot

Astarot - Matters concerning the heart: Serena Alora Astartot Aken - Twin to Ashtaroth

Amducious - The destroyer: Denyen valocur avage secore Amducious - Twin to Asmodeous. Direction: Southeast. Colors: Orange; Month: May; Season: Late Spring; Ritual: war, action, dispel old.

Asmodeus - Demon of Lust: Ayer avage Aloren Asmodeus aken - Twin to Amducious. Appears as an attractive and clean cut and articulate man. His eyes seduce all women mortal and otherwise. He will answer calls by Ouija boards if asked. He is very friendly. Be forewarned, he often turns conversation into some aspect of sexuality as it pleases him.

Family 5

Eurynomous - Demon of Death: Ayar Secore on ca Eurynomous Direction: Northwest. Colors: Black and White; Month: October; Season: Late Autumn; Ritual: New beginnings, death, rebirth, celebration of death, Halloween.

Eurynomous appears as a shadow or wraith. Or as a common man with white or translucent hair and pale or white eyes. His energy is calming and cool. He also holds the book of the dead. He often communicates vi baoith raimi Kairtey - or as invisible hands.

Balberith - Prince of dying: Avage Secoré on ca Baalberith - He guides the souls of the dead to the Demonic plane where they are reborn from the whole of the fifth element. He leads them to safe passage. He appears as someone the deceased remembers who has also passed on. His true form is a mystery.

Babeal - Keeper of Graves: Alan Secore on ca Babeal - He is a shadow amidst the graveyards tending souls and graves. Keeping them safe from desecration at their resting places.

Family 6

Verrine - Demon of Health: Elan Typan Verrine - Direction: Northwest; Colors: Blue, white; Month: November; Season: Late Autumn; Ritual: healing.

Verrier - (Female) Demoness of herbal knowledge: Elit Rayesta Verrier -Direction: Northwest; Colors: Light Green; Month: November; Season: Late Autumn.; Ritual: healing, earth, knowledge or herbalism.

Ronwe - Demon of Knowledge: Kaymen Vefa Ronwe - comes to those who seek him through dreams in settings befitting the Demon of knowledge such as bookstores, libraries, and cafes where many intellectual types gather. His form varies often as he is an adept at changing his appearance. However, his demeanor remains consistent with that of the sage wise man. His soul is very old and his eyes reflect great understanding.

Family 7

Svengali - Demon of Vengeance: Desa on Svengali ayer - White hair, red eyes

Tezrian - (Female) Priestess of battle: Ezyr ramec ganen Tezrian

Family 8

- Some speculation has arisen suggesting that family 8 should actually be coupled with family 3. As it has been suggested these are the females of that family.

Asafoetida - (Female) Demoness of feminine attributes: Asana nanay on ca Asafoetida

Rashoon - (Female) Priestess of seduction: Taran Rashoon nanay - Twin to Taroon.

Taroon - (Female) Priestess of Desire: Taroon an ca nanay - Twin to Rashoon.

Family 9

Consists of lesser hierarchy: These are the only Enns I currently have of lesser hierarchs, or hierarchy that does not appear in the Dukante hierarchy.

Berith: Hoath redar ganabal Berith

Agares: Rean ganen ayar da Agares

Abigor: Aylan Abigor tasa uan on ca

Lillith: Renich viasa avage lillith lirach

Who are the nine divinities?

I had already spoken briefly about them in the first part, but the nine divinities are the demons of the fundamental energy of the universe, of existence and balance, according to the Dukante hierarchy.

Fire – Flereous

Earth – Belial

Air – Lucifer

Water – Leviathan

Health – Verrine

Destruction – Amducious

Life – Unsere

Death – Euronymous

(Some people may disagree with this list, though. Or they may reorder the list with other elements.)

"Tasa Reme Laris Satan - Ave Satanis"

Satan, for the demonolators, is the all, the ether. Many New Agers call his energy “the source.” He is associated with everything: all seasons, months, directions — you get the idea.

He is the eternal spirit, the divine that we are all part of and to which we all have a connection. Satan is known to appear as a wise old man with silver hair and black eyes.

Honestly, it's hard to write about him without sounding like you're repeating yourself over and over again. "The All" is the perfect description for him. He is known for assisting in spiritual enlightenment and guidance.

Direction: Center/All;

Color: All;

Months: All;

Seasons All;

Rituals: any

Flereous

"Ganic Tasa Fubin Flereous"

Flereous is the elemental demon of fire! He is seen as destructive, but also creative. This is because although fire is a destructive force, it also provides us with life in the form of the sun. We cannot exist without fire.

Flereous is associated with warm things and ideas, including the direction of the south, warm colors (red, orange), June, and summer. He is commonly invoked in demonic baptism rituals, action rituals, love rituals, and at the summer solstice.

Flereous is seen as a demon with an excellent balance between the physical, mental and spiritual. He is also associated with the spark of life from which we all come, connecting his energy to that of Satan.

Working with Flereous is a transformative work. He helps demonolators become more confident in themselves and their practice. The best way to describe this transformation is to say that he molds the practitioner into a tiger.

Direction: South;

Color: Red, Orange;

Month: June;

Season: Summer;

Ritual: Baptism, action, love, solstice

Belial

"Lirach Tasa Vefa Wehlc Belial"

Belial is the elemental demon of the earth! He is a demon of the physical and mental, bringing awareness to the beauty in all things.

Belial has associations with colder, earthly elements, including the direction north, the colors brown, black, and green, December, and winter. He is commonly invoked in winter solstice rituals, rituals of new beginnings, and initiations.

Belial is a demon of independence and self-development. He assists in professional growth and the achievement of new titles. He reminds us to experience the world in whatever way we wish, without giving in to pressure from others.

In other beliefs, Belial is associated with fire. Do some research and find out which one resonates with you the most!

Direction: North;

Colors: Green, Brown, Black;

Month: December;

Season: Winter;

Ritual: initiation, new beginnings, winter solstice.

Lucifer

"Renich Tasa Uberaca Blasa Icar Lucifer"

Lucifer is an air elemental demon and possibly the most popular on this list. As an air elemental, he is a great advocate for freedom and one’s own path. He is a wise demon and often shares his knowledge with his devotees.

Lucifer is a symbol of divine masculinity. He is also a demon of the spiritual and mental, helping lost souls find their way. He is called the "bringer of light" because light represents the freedom he grants to all who seek it.

Lucifer has associations with spring, being linked to the colors white and yellow, the month of March and the rituals of enlightenment, initiation and the spring equinox.

When you come into contact with Lucifer, expect to be encouraged to think for yourself. He helps you connect and find your own path. Some see him as having feminine and androgynous aspects, though he traditionally represents the masculine. Do your research and decide for yourself what makes the most sense to you!

Direction: East;

Colors: White Yellow;

Month: March;

Season: Spring;

Ritual: Enlightenment, spring equinox, initiations.

Leviathan

"Jaden Tasa Hoet Naca Leviathan"

Leviathan is the elemental demon of water! Being an aquatic being, he is associated with emotions and judgment. He is an extremely androgynous demon, being referred to as both empress and emperor.

Leviathan rules over everything related to the mind, especially emotional and mental strength. He aids in the development of resistance against the currents of fate. Leviathan also rules over the abyss and the void, and is called the "abyssal serpent."

Its elements are autumnal, but it extends beyond that aesthetic. Its colors are blue and gray, its month is September, its season is fall, and its rituals include emotion, initiation, fertility, healing, and the autumn equinox.

When working with Leviathan, expect to confront your deepest emotions, especially those you’ve been hiding. He is a powerful draconian demon who demands respect, so be courteous when communicating with him.

Leviathan is also the demon of judgment. When invoked in destructive magic, it is said to strip away the target's defenses so that the magic can reach them.

Direction: West;

Colors: Blue, Gray;

Month: September;

Season: Autumn;

Ritual: emotions, initiation, equinox, healing, fertility.

Verrine

"Elan Typan Verrine"

Verrine is a creative demon, inspiring his followers to discover ways to heal and heal themselves and others. He is a great teacher when it comes to overcoming trauma and scars from the past.

Verrine is the health demon! There aren't many sources on him but he is associated with healing and well-being, most often invoked in these types of rituals. He is associated with the northwest direction and the colors blue and white. His month is November, at the end of autumn.

Direction: Northwest;

Colors: Blue, white;

Month: November;

Season: Late Autumn;

Ritual: healing.

Amducious

"Denyen Valocur Avage Secore Amducious"

Amducious is the destroyer within the Dukante hierarchy. While this title may suggest a dark demon, destruction on the Left Hand Path is seen as something positive and necessary for growth.

It is associated with the southeast direction, the color orange, the month of May, the end of spring, and rituals of war, action, and the removal of obstacles.

In the Complete Book of Demonolatry, S. Connolly writes that Amducious represents "the mastery of the will over the physical." While it may seem destructive, it teaches self-control and personal transformation.

He is not a demon who promotes war, but rather a mentor who helps overcome mental and emotional blocks.

Direction: Southeast.

Colors: Orange;

Month: May;

Season: Late Spring;

Ritual: war, action, dispel old.

Unsere

"Unsere Tasa Lirach On Ca Ayar"

Unsere is the demoness of life (and witchcraft)! Just as Lucifer symbolizes masculinity, Unsere represents femininity. She is the manifestation of life from birth through all its stages.

She is associated with the northeast direction, the colors green and white, the month of February, the end of winter and rituals of motherhood, wisdom and patience.

Unsere is said to appear to women at the time of childbirth to breathe life into their newborns. She wears a cow-hooded cloak, symbolically connecting her to these animals.

Not only does she rule birth, but she also reminds us to enjoy the little moments in life. As you work with her, expect to be encouraged to slow down and appreciate the present more.

Treat her with respect and avoid harsh language. Unsere may be serious, but she also has a gentle side. By the end of your work with her, you will find that you have learned to live more fully.

Direction: Northeast;

Colors: Green and White;

Month: February;

Season: Late Winter;

Ritual: Wisdom, patience, motherhood.

Euronymous

“Ayar secore on ca Euronymous”

Euronymous is the demon of death. While the energy of death can literally mean the end of life, it can also represent transformation. Within Left Hand Path practices: death, destruction, and similar concepts often symbolize change and renewal, and not necessarily literal harm. Thus, Euronymous is not only the demon of death but also of rebirth.

However, his essence is directly linked to the energy of death. He is often invoked by those preparing for necromancy practices or any work related to the world of the dead. Some people ask Euronymous to impregnate them with his energy before rituals involving spirits, so that they can better accustom themselves to this vibration. He is also called upon for funerals, guiding the souls of death for the place they'll rest.

Euronymous is associated with the transition from summer to winter, reflecting the passing of the seasons and the cyclical transformation from life to death.

He is described as a shadow, a specter, or an old man with translucent white hair and white eyes. He is said to carry with him the Book of the Dead.

Euronymous doesn't have much information independent of his Greek associations, so if you're interested, it's worth researching that side of him further.

Northwest. Colors:

Black and White;

Month: October;

Season: Late Autumn;

Ritual: New beginnings, death, rebirth, celebration of death, Halloween.

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Working with them

In Demonolatry, the magician does not use a triangle or a circle of protection, as contact with these energies will not be aggressive or hostile, and we will not need banishments and threats, here we work with partnership and mutual respect.

Here, evocation (the act of binding them as is done in goetia) is seen as disrespectful. The ideal is for the magician to magnetize the demon's energy to achieve what he wants by joining forces in an invocation, which is when the magician and the demon will interact by exchanging energies.

When calling the demons into your ritual circle, the traditional way to do it is to use the enn, or an invocation of your own devise, and use the ritual dagger or your hand to draw the following in the air in front of you, starting at the arrow and ending at the dot:

The invocation symbol above is often refered to as the ZD or DZ sigil. It is also used as a sigil representing Satan. Within the ZD are nine points representing the nine demonic divinities. The symbol is one fluid motion and is encircled as a sigil to represent the whole encircling all its parts.

It starts with the closest point of the arrow with Unsere, then it's Lucifer, then it's Flereous, then it's Verrine, then it's Belial, then Amducious, then Leviathan, Satan and finally it ends at the point with Eurynomous.

The ZD is also employed to invoke each Demon, no matter which one, with respect to the nine. Some common courtesies (to avoid disrespect toward the Demons) when invoking: Don't command or be aggressive with the demons!!!! Nor stab the ritual blade into the air!!

Ritual tools

This is, by no means, something you must really have. Demonolatry is your path and your own, those tools or working this way might not be for you, and that's ok because you can adapt yourself and your tools to do what you want.

Though, according to Paulo - Guia de Demonolatria, those are the tools every demonolater should have:

"The tools we will need are a temple, an altar covered with a black cloth, items that represent the four elements on the altar, and a dagger or athame or knife with a black handle.

The dagger is to draw in the air a symbol of opening and closing the pillars of each elemental demon. The color of the handle is black, because this color attracts and concentrates energies more easily. If you are in doubt, go out on a sunny day wearing black clothes. A black shirt will attract all the light wave frequencies, causing heat. Candles and incense according to the correspondence of the demon you are going to work with.

A metal bowl to burn the seal and the request. Burning the demon's seal with your blood, or sexual fluid, in Demonolatry is not seen as disrespectful to the demon, but rather signifies sending a small amount of your vital energy to the entity transmuted by the element of fire.

In the ritual, it is advisable to burn the seal and also another piece of paper with your requests."

[atheniangrace]

Things/Songs I Associate With the Deities I Worship

(part 1)

Hello! I'm grateful to those who follow me so far thank you very much, I hope to make my blog a bit more interesting!

For this very short series, I will be posting on the deities I mostly worship, which are Lady Athena and Lady Aphrodite. You can also consider this list based on upg associations, and I hope you enjoy reading this. I also dedicate this post to specifically Lady Athena.

Associations;

Medicine/doctors/pre-meds/Medical students/residents in hospitals, and the symbols of a snake around a staff (I know that is more of Apollo's, Aesculapius, Caduceus, and Hermes symbol, but since Athena is also associated with snakes and healing, I also associate her with the symbol).

Other careers such as; Teachers, lawyers, news reporter, historians, nurses, anthropologist, architecture, and fashion design, pianist, painter, biologist, and writers.

College/grad school.

Purple, green sage, blue, and silver.

Cats, owls, dog's, deers, white butterflies, and eagles.

Strawberries, grapes, olive oil, nuts/almonds, rice, chocolate, bread, and tea/coffee.

Dragons

Music genre; Jazz and pop

Artists: Bad Bunny, Beyonce, Raveena, The Marias, Fleetwood Mac, Phoebe Bridgers, BTS, and Mitski.

Particular songs; The Chain/Songbird/Rhiannon (Fleetwood Mac), Sienna (The Marias), Ghost in the Machine (SZA and Phoebe Bridgers), Silver Into Rain (Luna Li and Beabadoobee), Would You Rather/Motion Sickness/Scott Street (Phoebe Bridgers), My Rose/16 Carriages/Freedom (feat. Kendrick Lamar)/Diva/Flawless (Beyonce), The way things go and Coming Home (Beabadoobee), Oh Que Sera? (Willie Colon), Sometimes (H.E.R), Salt Water and Stronger (Raveena), Viva La Vida (Cold Play), Rises the moon (Liana Flores), Your Song (Elton John), Let it Be (The Beetles), Happiness/mirrorball/my tears ricochet (Taylor Swift), Good Days (SZA), Slipping Through My Fingers (ABBA), Red Velvet (Big Theif), DtMF/CAFe CON RON/ TURiSTA/BAILE INVoLVIDABLE/LA MuDANZA/LO QUE LE PASO A HAWAii/Solia/La Dificil (Bad Bunny) (there are so many more but I'll stop here).

Epithet UPG (since this whole list is a UPG); Athena Asklepios: I call to her with this epithet (non-historical) when studying for anything medicine related.

Dairies/journal, planners, and watercolor paintings.

Movies; Howl's Moving Castle, The Boy and The Heron, An Almost Christmas Story (an animated short film), and Moana.

Therapy or career mentors.

Libraries, museums, and art gallery.

Smells associations (UPG); Lavender, Chamomile, Lemon, Cinnamon, and new books (my apologies if this is weird lol).

Roadtrips and maps, books, and technology.

That will be all :)) 💖 (Credit: Divider by @vibeswithrenai)

All Hail the Owl-eyed and Savior Lady Athena! Xaire🦉 <33

[sonic-takeover]

He-Hey! Welcome to the Sonic Tumblr Takeover!

It's me, the Blue Blur, the world's fastest hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog himself, ha! Uh, yeah, so my friends and less-than-friends have made it a habit to answer asks on my Tumblr now, so... I guess feel free to ask stuff! Here's the main list of peeps who tend to answer most and what colors their names will show up as:

Team Sonic:

Sonic, Tails, Amy, Knuckles

Team Dark:

Shadow, Rouge, Omega

Team Eggman:

Eggman, Stone, Cubot, Orbot, Sage, Metal Sonic, Stompbot/Giant Robot/Alice

Team Rose:

Big, Cream, Cheese

Babylon Rogues:

Jet, Wave, Storm

Team Chaotix:

Vector, Espio, Charmy

Team Hooligan:

Fang, Bark, Bean

Others:

Blaze, Silver, Sticks, "Gogobas", Mod, Vanilla, Dave, Zooey, Radical Speed

And remember, all the characters in this list are adults except Tails, Cream, Cheese, Zooey, Dave, Charmy, Bean, and Sage! Here are some rules for ya:

• Don't be a creep! Especially toward the kids.

• Don't harass or bully the characters for things like gender, sexuality, race, etc. Be a nice person.

• Keep politics out of it please.

• If you're not sure if you should ask, then don't! You don't need to ask it if it may make someone here uncomfortable.

• Remember that this blog isn't canon and isn't run by anyone connected with SEGA! This is a fan blog so take what is said with a grain of salt. If you don't like the headcanons and ships, you don't have to take part. You may find another blog you like better, or you could make your own!

• Any ships are welcome to be asked about unless they're between an adult and a minor, or between siblings. For example, Tails and Sonic are siblings and Tails is a minor, so that's a no-go twice over.

• If you wanna talk to a character who isn't listed, feel free! Can't guarantee they'll show up, but you never know!

• Feel free to send questions, statements, ideas, fanart, whatever ya want! As long as it's not NSFW. Come on guys.

Other than that, have fun, ha! Catch ya later, slowpokes!

Official Spotify Playlist

Events:

March 30, 2025 - Orbot and Cubot's wedding

Common tags:

Dadow - Shadow being a dad

Princess with a disorder and his son - special episodes of Shadow and Silver being father and son

Sonadow - Sonic and Shadow being idiots over each other

Phone fiasco - the plot following the journey of Sonic's phone, which holds a confession of how he feels toward Shadow

Shadow expresses his feelings - Shadow being vulnerable, crying, or talking about his emotions and insecurities

Sonamy - Amy pining for Sonic

Maria and Shadow - Shadow talking about Maria

Robot attack - episodes with robot attacks

Gogoba Village - episodes that are unfortunately located in Gogoba Village

Bigass house - the storyline of the main groups moving into a bigass house together

Body swap - episodes where Sonic and Shadow have switched bodies. Names and colors are the same as usual, the only change is their appearance to other characters

Post body swap - the aftermath of the switcheroo

Tails gets kidnapped - the plotline where Tails gets kidnapped and rescued

Sonadow gets hurt - the plotline of Shadow and Sonic healing from an injury that affects them both

Eggdad - Eggman being fatherly (or failing to do so)

Eggman's lair - Episodes located in Eggman's lair

Spa - Episodes located in the hostage spa

Pets - Episodes where the characters have pets! Not every episode will have them

Moon date - Episodes with Sonic and Shadow going on a date (on the moon!)

Date night - any episodes with regular dates

Character tags - for a specific character, put the character's name and the word "answers," like this: #sonic answers

[magicpaint]

TWST Indie Perfume Recs ✦ Scary Monsters

This list features five fragrances per dorm focused around the costumes and backgrounds featured in the first two Halloween events.

Fragrance notes are taken from their respective websites.

Heartslabyul

Buried Alive (Bloodbath) — Patchouli Essential Oil and Graveyard Dirt

Love After Death (Darker Things) — Wilted Roses, Incense, Chocolate Musk, Coffin Wood, Ivy

Knave of Pumpkins (BPAL) — Crushed roses, red currant, and pumpkin tarts.

Pumpkin Tombstone (BPAL) — Dried pumpkin leather with vanilla, balsam and sassafras layered over Virginia cedar.

Midnight in the Graveyard (Paranormal Perfumes) — Cool Rain, Fog, Damp Dirt, Moss, White Funeral Lilies, Dark Patchouli

Savanaclaw

Pirates! (BPAL) — Gunpowder and salt-crusted leather, casks of scorched spices, sweet rum, and a clink of golden amber.

Lorelai (Fantome) — Tart wild strawberries, basil, black narcissus, entangling seaweed, watery graves.

Song of the Siren (Paranormal Perfumes) — Ocean Mist, Coconut Rum, Agave Nectar, Sea Grass, Vanilla, Lime

Old Havana (Solstice Scents) — Tobacco, Woods, Sea Mist, Lime, Spices.

Hook (Storybooke Scents) — Bergamot, Onyx Rose, Sea Moss, Vetiver, Leather, Suede, Spiced Musk

Octavinelle

Stormy Night (Darker Things) — Dark Aquatic Notes, Rain Drenched Earth, Humidity, Wet Pavement, Sodden Foliage and Petals, Storm-Cooled Breeze

Industrial Sabotage (Alkemia) — A cataclysmic wreckage of burnt wires; twisted melted steel; shattered machinery, and gunpowder. 

It's Only Magic (CocoaPink) — Lashings of sugary vanilla, magical herbs, dried sage, ritual incense, Bulgarian lavender, musk, and a chilling ocean breeze.

Mad Scientist (Nui Cobalt) — It begins with acid green top notes of Mexican and Persian limes spiked with piquant cardamom. Then a total transformation occurs, revealing blackest vanilla and smooth salted caramel.

Sensory Deprivation Tank (CocoaPink) — Pale liquid vanilla infused with nuances of smoldering tonka bean, calming milk, white oud and wood smoke.

Scarabia

Beast (Storybooke Scents) — Citrus, French Lavender, White Musk, Wood, Leather, Amyris, Patchouli

Harvest Moon (Paranormal Perfumes) — Spiced Bread, Butter, Honey, Anise, Orange Zest, Ginger, Vanilla

Full Moon (Nui Cobalt) — Notes of white tea, steamed jasmine rice, sugared lemon, and cool night air.

Nightwalker (Paintbox Soapworks) — White Patchouli, Oakmoss, Nutmeg, Woodland Herbs

Moonlight, Wolf (BPAL) — Wild patchouli root, fossilized amber, russet musk, clove bud, juniper needles, hay absolute, and earthy oud with a glimmer of yellow crystalline lemon peel.

Pomefiore

Lunar Velvet (Simon's Nest) — Top notes: Fresh fig, creamy coconut and vanilla pod infusion. Heart Notes: Clary sage, black cherry, cassis and lime. Base Notes: Cedarwood, sandalwood, vanilla bourbon and styrax benzoin.

Bloodletting (Bloodbath) — Dark plum, Raspberry, Cranberry, Red Apple, Strawberry, Honey and Rum

Vassago (Fantome) — A silver dagger, red wine mulled with blackberries, cloves, & orange peels, a goblet of blood & a black mirror.

Coven (Paranormal Perfumes) — Black Plum, Peach Nectar, Fallen Leaves, Patchouli, Leather, Peony, Violet, Cinnamon, Vanilla Cashmere

Midnight Merlot (Horror House of Alchemy) — Notes of red grape, strawberry, and cherry with the floral and sweet accents of blossom and vanilla musk

Ignihyde

Mesmer (Fantome) — Deep, luxurious oudh, refined vetiver, cool frankincense, slightly salty ambergris, smooth myrrh, and dark patchouli.

Haunted Harvest (Horror House of Alchemy) — Pumpkin, Lavender, Patchouli, and Egyptian Musk

Ghost Story (Darker Things) — Ghostwood Incense, Black Licorice, Orris, Black Pear, Tonka Bean

Keep Your Head (CocoaPink) — Civilized black tea, Dutch butter cookies and apricots; a circle of protective incense; a glowing grinning pumpkin; and a night wind of whirling leaves, woodsmoke, damp mosses, and tossed earth.

Phantom Team of Horses (BPAL) — A spectral cacophony of shimmering, translucent dun sandalwood, grey amber, and wraith-chilled chestnut galloping through the mist-cloaked shadows of time, a clattering of clove and black pepper, and a crack of phantom leather.

Diasomnia

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Candle Magic

When it comes to candle magic in spell work, it’s a powerful and common form of sympathetic magic, where the candle acts as a vessel for your intention. Here’s how to approach candle magic, including selecting the right candle color, dressing it, and using it for specific spells:

Choosing Your Candle:

The color of the candle plays a vital role in spell work. You choose a candle based on the type of energy you want to manifest. Here’s how certain colors align with magical intentions:

White: General all-purpose candle, purification, healing, protection, and spiritual guidance.

Black: Banishing negativity, protection, breaking hexes, endings, and transformation.

Red: Passion, love spells, strength, sexual energy, and vitality.

Pink: Emotional healing, love, self-love, nurturing relationships.

Green: Wealth, abundance, fertility, healing, financial success.

Blue: Peace, healing, communication, wisdom, justice.

Purple: Power, spiritual growth, psychic development, success in spiritual endeavors.

Yellow: Mental clarity, confidence, creativity, joy, and learning.

Orange: Courage, energy, attraction, stimulation, and career success.

Brown: Stability, grounding, balance, animal protection, home protection.

Gold: Solar energy, wealth, higher powers, manifestation, success.

Silver: Lunar energy, feminine power, intuition, dreams, and psychic abilities.

Dressing Your Candle:

In spell work, "dressing" a candle involves anointing it with oils and herbs to intensify the energy. Here’s how to do it:

1. Cleanse the Candle:

Cleanse your candle using smoke (sage, palo santo), water, or moonlight to remove any residual energies.

2. Anoint with Oil:

Apply oils related to your spell. For instance:

Money spell: Patchouli or cinnamon oil.

Love spell: Rose or jasmine oil.

Protection spell: Frankincense or dragon’s blood oil.

Rub oil from top to bottom if you're banishing or sending energy away (like a protection or banishing spell). Rub from bottom to top if you're attracting or drawing something to you (like love or abundance).

3. Adding Herbs:

Roll the candle in herbs that correspond with your intention. For example:

Love: Rose petals, lavender.

Money: Basil, cinnamon.

Protection: Black salt, sage, or rosemary.

You can also sprinkle herbs around the candle or create a circle with them.

4. Carving Symbols or Words:

You may choose to carve specific symbols, sigils, or words into the wax to reinforce your intent. This could be a heart for love, a rune for protection, or your name to make the spell personal.

Types of Candle Spells:

Here are a few examples of spells you can use with candles:

Simple Attraction Spell (for love, money, or success)

Choose a candle color based on your intent (e.g., green for money).

Carve your name and a symbol representing what you want to attract (e.g., a dollar sign for money).

Dress the candle with attraction oil and appropriate herbs.

Light the candle and focus on your intention, visualizing what you wish to attract coming toward you.

Banishing or Protection Spell

Use a black candle.

Carve symbols of protection or write what you want to banish (e.g., "fear," "negativity").

Dress the candle with protection oil (like frankincense) and sprinkle with salt or rosemary.

Light the candle, visualizing the negative energy leaving your life, and speak words of banishment or protection.

Road Opener Spell

Use an orange or yellow candle to open pathways.

Carve a sigil or phrase representing success and opportunity.

Dress the candle with road opener oil (can include essential oils like bergamot or sandalwood) and add bay leaves.

Light the candle, visualizing doors opening for you and new opportunities presenting themselves.

Candle Burning Time:

In spell work, you can choose to let the candle burn continuously or snuff it out and relight it over several days, depending on the spell’s intent. For larger candles, it’s common to burn them over multiple days while focusing on the same intention.

Fast burn: If a candle burns quickly, it could mean swift results.

Slow burn: A slow burn may indicate that there’s resistance or more time is needed for the spell to work.

Full burn: It’s ideal to allow the candle to burn all the way down, as this represents the spell fully manifesting.

Jar or Fixed Candle Spells

Some people use jar candles or fixed candles, where herbs, oils, and petitions are placed inside a glass-encased candle. These candles burn over several days and are often used for longer-term intentions such as protection or continuous abundance.

Disposal of Candle Remains

Once a spell is complete, the way you dispose of the candle wax and remains is significant:

For banishing spells, take the remnants far from your home and bury them or throw them into running water.

For attraction spells, bury the remains in your yard or keep a small token of the wax as a charm.

Candle magic is highly flexible, so feel free to adjust these steps based on your intuition and specific practice.