#something something intricate rituals. but like evil

[marc--chilton]

house, in wilson's office, trying to rile him up because he's bored: sorry i can't fuck you like we used to, bum leg and all

wilson, who has not looked up from his paperwork since house came in: love finds a way

house: (zeroes in on wilson like he can see through him) i never said anything about love

wilson, still unbothered: we've been friends for close to twenty years. usually when you know someone that long you start to pick things up about them

cue house leaving without another word and wilson smiling smugly to himself for his Mind Tricks

[schwarzeneggr]

nakamura reminded me why im alive. ive always had one purpose and its to draw men who want to fuck each other nasty but are unable to and the repression is driving them to do absolutely manic deranged shit. its always been my purpose yaoi is not a hobby its my calling. need men to kiss and not know whose blood they are tasting but also need them to chill with take outs at 1 am watching a nature documentary

[misseviehyde]

RUNED

When Molly arrived at the tattoo parlour - the first thing the tattoo artist had said was, "Are you sure about this? You don't look like our normal kind of customer."

He wasn't wrong. Molly had never had a tattoo before. She was short, plump and timid. Dressed in her baggy clothing and with her thick black glasses she didn't look like the kind of girl who would sport a tattoo. Getting one was completely out of character.

Not that she cared about the pain or anything. What was a little physical pain when your bullies had teased and tormented you all your life? She could take a little pain.

The buzzing stabbing pain of the needle was in fact quite soothing. She felt the artist carefully following the curves and whorls of the design she had given him. She felt the thrill as she realised there was no turning back now.

The intricate three circles being traced onto her lower back were of an unusual design. Ancient runes - she had spent hours translating ancient texts to find them. Her bullies had laughed and tormented her further as she looked over the books in the library.

There was no exact analogue for what they meant. They were evil magic runes used by the most corrupt of witches - but translated as closely as possible into the modern vernacular they had a simple - yet complex meaning.

If you were to translate the three runes her tattoo now had, they would say:

Mean, spoiled, popular.

There was more to it of course. The way the runes linked and locked together added more nuances and meanings than simple language could ever convey. It had taken her hours to carefully sketch the finished design. One mistake and everything could go wrong.

She gripped the table with tears in her eyes. The pain was exquisite now and it already felt like the tattoo was bleeding into her soul. It was pure evil and forbidden magic - but she couldn't stop now.

Mean, spoiled, popular.

If it worked - Molly would become like her bullies. The tattoo would corrupt and change her to be like them. It's wicked power would alter her body and warp her life. The runes would change her to match her darkest desires.

She knew her friends would hate what she was doing. They loved and accepted who she was. For years Molly had tried to be a good girl and accept the body and life she had. But even as her bullies had picked on her - she had found herself agreeing with them and worse - admiring and coveting what they had.

She wanted to be thin, pretty, rich and bitchy. She wanted to have the confidence to wear slutty acrylic nails and dress in tight revealing designer clothing. She wanted to bully and belittle her former friends and lord it over everyone.

She would lie in bed fingering her pussy and wishing she was the worst kind of mean girl imaginable. There was just something so hot about the thought of being bad. She hungered for it.

And now if this worked - she would have everything.

It took a few trips to the parlour to finish the tattoo and once it was complete a few days for the swelling and irritation to go down. All that time Molly was desperate to avoid anyone seeing her tattoo and she felt a range of emotions, including panic and regret.

But finally she was ready and there was only one part of the ritual left to complete.

Molly had timed her tattoo to coincide with a full moon. Tonight she would bathe her tattoo in the moonlight and it would activate. Tonight she would be reborn.

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Molly was nervous as she lay naked on her bed with the skylight open. The tattoo on her back looked strange and out of place. Her heart beat as the moon began to wax and a soft light began to fill the room.

There was no cloud tonight, and soon the moonlight was streaming into the bedroom. The runes on her back began to glow.

Mean, spoiled, popular.

Molly gasped as her back itched and the evil runes absorbed power from the full moon. "Yesssss, make me into a fucking bitch," she gasped in pleasure as she felt the power flowing into her weak little body.

She felt the darkness oozing into her soul - she felt the tattoo's power begin to change her.

She wiggled and groaned in pleasure, her pussy wet as her bones popped and cracked. Weight sloughed away as her flat chest became more rounded and full.

"Ohhhhh fuck," groaned Molly as her legs cracked and lengthened. She grew taller and slimmer - curves developing as her dumpy nerdy body became strikingly feminine and athletic.

"Mmmmmmhhhh oh yessss!" hissed Molly as her ass swelled up to be firm and rounded, the tattoo on her tanned muscled back now looking like it belonged there.

Her lank hair grew longer and became blonde and bitchy, even as claw like nails sprang from her fingers and a mean, entitled face curved into a wicked smile - long lashes fluttering in pleasure as Molly became the embodiment of the girls she longed to emulate.

"You dumb fucking nerd," she giggled as she tossed back her hair. "You're a bullying bitch now and it feels so good!"

The mental changes were indeed intoxicating. Physically Molly now looked angelic and perfect - but inside she was completely evil. The tattoos were burning away all emotions except greed, cruelty and hunger for power.

The new Molly was mean and spoiled, just like she had wanted. She purred with pleasure at the thought of all the girls she would bully - all the boys she would seduce.

Nothing felt better than being a hot rich privileged slut. The parts of her that still felt reluctant about this transformation were overwhelmed and burned away as the tattoo took complete control.

"It's too late loser," groaned the new bitch as she played with her pussy and grabbed her now large firm tits. "You're me now and you fucking love it. I'm an Alpha girl at last and I LOVE IT."

Standing up in the moonlight - her tattoo turning back to normal now it's work was done - the new spoiled Princess laughed as she saw the room around her had also changed.

"Mmmmh this is more like it, a boudoir for a Goddess."

It was now the bedroom of a spoiled brat and swaying over to her wardrobe Molly grinned as she saw she now had a vast private collection of lingerie clothes and makeup.

"Haha - who needs a soul when you have all this?"

The evil tattoo had turned her into a mean, spoiled, popular bitch just as she had wanted.

Slipping on an expensive satin night gown Molly admired her new toned, perfect body in the moonlight and then stretched her arms over her head. She enjoyed the push and pull of her new muscles and the knowledge that now sat in her head of how to perform cheerleading moves or fuck a boy.

The runes had done everything she had wanted and more and the evil tattoo would always be a part of her.

Molly was a bitch now.

Mean, spoiled, popular.

[stackslip]

you are masayoshi fujimoto. you had a weird best friend who was a bit creepy and had odd taste in girls, but he just up and died. it turns out he had a girlfriend he never told you about, and she's weird, really fucking weird. one day a coin starts flipping around you and guides you to the girlfriend, who's all bloodied up, so you take her to the nurse's office only for something to crawl into your skin to make out with the girlfriend with tongue, still covered in blood. days later, the girlfriend tells you your weird ex bestie has become a ghost, and he crawls right back into your skin to flirt weirdly with his gf, and then proceeds to turn evil and mutilate a classmate of yours. you think, i want to help my ex bestie stop being a ghost and turning evil occasionally, and would like him to not possess me to make out with his girlfriend. you get locked up as an offering to him instead by your stupid classmates, and some ungodly abomination claiming to be him bangs at the door hissing at you to let you in. the girlfriend suddenly turns around and claims to be your bestie and starts wailing at you about what a sweet person she is and how your bestie and her need to be far apart, and begs you to lie to her about disappearing. he reappears like two days later, after having committed a few more evil crimes. you are starting to fall for the girlfriend, which is a problem because she is dying now. you get called to a babysitting job and three kids decide to summon a headless demon and now they can all see ghosts. you still can't see or talk to your bestie, which is probably a good thing because you'd have to learn a lot more about he and his girlfriend's sex life, as well as hear him whine about his evil alter ego. the girlfriend, your crush, tells you she wants to have sex with someone to break their bond, and that someone isn't you. then bestie asks you to have sex with her in the world's most miserable threesome. sex doesn't even happen bc she's now marked for death or whatever. the kids start seeing more ghosts. one of them gets stuck at home, and when you go in you are locked in a house of monstrosities with your bestie's evil alter telling his girlfriend she's got to feed him her eyes. despite your best efforts, girlfriend feeds him her eyes. you spend the rest of the night on a haunted mountain praying that your crush and the kids you're babysitting are not gonna be offered up to a human sacrifice. your bestie can type now so that's fun, until he starts continuing to wail about how he's a terrible boyfriend, and you concur, and wish you could date his girlfriend, but she's probably going to die. you are sitting through another 50 page powerpoint about the intricate rules of Ghost Rituals, wondering all the while if your crush and your bestie are playing ghostly footsie under the table while also lamenting being terrible for each other. you are a normal dude with no family trauma. this is your life now, suffer.

[secretoreimo]

Hang on I'm onto something else now. So Oreimo characters and Yugioh decks. Nothing too in-depth because I can not be bothered to learn anything past fusion summoning (synchro and xyz and, god forbid, link, just begone my brain is too small). We can call it an aged outlook, say they were playing during a time when all that didn't exist yet fdkjfdkjd

Kirino would just have a deck full of cute girls, I think the magician girls (Berry Magician Girl, Apple, Lemon, Chocolate, etc), and her strategy would be poor, she'd spend more time excitedly using effects to add girls to her hand than properly setting traps, so literally anybody who played more than occasionally would beat her. Also no Dark Magician actually in her deck, which would cut into Dark Magician Girl herself's usefulness

Kuroneko would prioritize the card's aesthetic while finding ways to keep it balanced and playable. Picture cards like "Magician of Faith" and "Witch of the Black Forest". She wouldn't have like a deck that's made to be a particular set, it would all be very personal and unique. I do also think she'd have Dark Magician... maybe I'm biased because he's my favorite. But she'd play Kirino and they'd squabble over how Kirino is playing the soulless inferiors of the Magician and how Kuroneko just likes creepy/evil-looking cards. She also genuinely plays with ritual spells

Saori's got a much broader sense for media and characters so I think hers would vary more, but she'd happily add cards to her deck that remind her of characters she loves while keeping a good grip on her strategy. It's not as intricate as Kuroneko's, but she's got a solid understanding of the game and how best to utilize her own beloved cards. She's also probably kept in several of her very first ones, or the first ones she ever traded for, things like that, out of nostalgia.

Kyousuke, of course, is just dragged into the fray, so his deck is a mishmash of boosters and whatever else he'd get out of random packs, some traps/spells gifted to him by Saori and Kuroneko, and also a few cute girls that Kirino had bestowed upon him out of the kindness of her heart. "This one doesn't work in my deck, I don't have room... but here, I'll let you have it. You'd better use it." kind of thing. He doesn't understand the rules at all, why is Duel Monsters so damn convoluted?

[crowns-of-violets-and-roses]

Dungeon Meshi Dashboard Osmosis

They get together because they all care about Falin for various reasons and she goes missing and they explore dungeons to try and find her. Eventually they find her corpse resurrect her and keep on doing stuff.

D&D-eque world. Not sure if this is just aesthetic or if it’s litRPG style with levels and grinding being an actual thing.

One of those stories where everyone is like “you have to keep reading until [x] chapter/episode” if anyone says they aren’t enjoying it but I think there’s agreement on what that point is which is something.

They eat the monsters from the dungeons. This is socially unacceptable but I'm not sure if it's the equivalent of eating pets or cannibalism.

Laois: The main character. Generic male protagonist crossed with the weirdest guy ever. So many fetishes mostly centered around the food they eat from the dungeons. Falin’s brother.

Falin: Dead, Laois’s sister. I think she’s resurrected by Marcille using dark magic. Everyone loves her. There's definitely some twist about her backstory or how she died but I don't think she's secretly evil.

Marcille: Elf. Burned out ex-medical student (or maybe doctor?). Knows so many horrifying spells! Super gay for Falin. Not like textually but the rituals are intricate.

Senshi: I thought he was a small Viking but actually just a dwarf. Fandom's collective tulpa who reminds them to eat. Raised by ogres.

Chilchuck: A gnome? Halfling? I think one of his ancestors knew Marcille. A divorced father. Lies that he cheated on his wife for some reason. Some sort of union organizer.

Catgirl Name Unknown: I don’t what’s up with her. Late addition? Member of the party killed early on to show things are serious? Traitor? Who knows.

[hungersauce]

need more on that monster attracted to death benry au STAT. it's so good actually

Firefox fucking crashed while I was typing this the first time im going to kill god. Tysm but god typing all this out again WOOF.

Okay so it starts here with “I use au's and shipping to explore concepts/characterization that I feel is overlooked/unexplored in canon” and Benry already has a lot of associations with death to me (the skeletons, his explicit dying whereas everyone else has other explanations, his 'song of death', “there are no predetermined deaths”, him being a inscrutable and inevitable force that is only your enemy if you make him so)

this is a horror-aligned thing so uh body horror and other violence under the cut

I have other stories with benry that explore his relationship with death as well, this is just the one where Benry understands how fucking bad it is for Gordon in the first place and it's more of an interpersonal conflict than one of misunderstandings. They still do misunderstand each other but like.

Anyways most of the basic stuff also goes for how I generally interpret Benry; he's a simulacrum of human life basically. He's always been dead, he's never been dead, he's always been alive and he's currently living. I made a thing a while back out of cut up wiki pages to try and explain what I think of him better but never got around to prettying it up.

Anyways. He's something like that one interpretation of a changeling to me; something that's usurped the body and eaten it from the inside out, until all that's left is him. Partially this is a plural thing to me. Old host chipped away over time until it's something else entirely. Whoever he was before doesn't exist anymore. There is only Benry. (what is benry? well, he is.)

And so uh, Deathry specifically is the horse edition of this. He actually looks human most of the time but it's fun to draw him as silly little beasts. Deathry as established is drawn to death; he feeds from this somehow (the horror hunger enjoyer in me said so) but i'm not sure yet if it's a physical sort of eating or more of an energy-based one. Leaning to both, like a vampire.

I tried making him as compatible with canon as possible on the mechanical level at first. Something that's drawn to the doomed and the damned? Well, we all know what the rescas was like. I think he's just so desensitized to death that he does understand the gravity of it on a deeper level but nobody cared when HE died so why bother.

The story itself isn't compatible though because I was listening to my fucked up and evil music and thought to myself “well if two guys were out hiking alone in the woods and one tried to kill the other with an axe would that be fucked up or what” and now that's thoroughly lodged in my head. and uhhhh the personal drama of it all.

Listen. I am a gay man. I think about frenrey and think about them choking each other to death and I giggle and swing my feet. I love when they are violence and killing.

But also I am a gay man and thinking about a literal embodiment of the condition of death sitting in a tent as the guy he personally cut the arm off of (yes, him, personally!) is slowly succumbing to the cold; wrapping Gordon in his jacket, quietly laying on top of Gordon as the weather gets worse through the night, unsure of what else he can do... comparing Gordon's blackened frostbitten fingers interlaced with his own skeletal black hands, Gordon's slowly crawling pulse to his maybe one heartbeat a minute, Gordon's once loud and comprehensive speech slowly descending to confused muttering, becoming more like him. More like dead. The rituals are intricate okay.

And uh something that makes me crazy is that Benry in canon was explicitly the thing that was holding the rift between worlds open and he didn't even. Notice. With Deathry that sheer power manifests as freak weather events, flocks of birds dropping dead mid-flight, interrupting radio signals, making compasses go crazy. That sort of shit.

Deathry also takes pictures in places he ends up. Gordon is fucking flabbergasted at the underwater caves, dive bells from the outside, impossible angles on known landmarks, but it makes sense to him later. Gordon's probably more riled up by all the random shit Benry's collected over the years - what do you mean you don't want this coat covered in decomp?? aren't you cold??

Anyway. Au is also a fun excuse to think about frenrey shenanigans. Turns up in a hospital after being missing for 3 months raving about a guy who defies all physics with wounds that are only a few days old. Thinks about him for the next month until he randomly shows the fuck up with photos of Gordon bleeding in the snow with benry posed with the axe in front of him like they're having a fun girls night out

[pinktie]

Aoko being a fan of Hakuba links to her starting a detective club and being KID’s main rival in the oneshot as her last name was Holmes and Kaito’s was Lupin (It was called Nonchalant Lupin and was the prototype MK, many fans mourn what could have been), I like the idea that she has English heritage and he has French heritage partly because of this. When Hakuba was first introduced he is the ‘famous teen detective from London’ as he is all over the news and Aoko is super excited that he transferred into her class and we have a reverse of Kaito and Aoko's usual dynamic as Aoko imitates Hakuba’s pointing and saying ‘the culprit is you!’ as she saw him do it on TV (with no warning so he was shocked/confused before given context), while normally we see Kaito pretend he’s having a parasocial relationship with KID rather than researching for heists to provoke her into defending her Dad’s greatness/KID’s evilness in response.

Despite Hakuba being kind, this awareness of his celebrity status when being friendly/gentlemanly borderline flirting with fans like Aoko and the fact that he has all these camera’s flashing when he exposes and comforts suspects makes his good traits seem bad (he took offence to Kaito's tsundere behaviour on her behalf as it was rude and he's a gentleman so he bet that if he caught KID, Kaito's idol and the source of their dispute, he'd get to go to the concert with her instead of him which she agreed to). Other negative perception of him comes from when he often worked alone rather than involving Nakamori’s task force as he genuinely believed he was better than them at the beginning and how he often goes to somewhat extreme lengths to catch KID when he is in attendance at heists or at least is complicit (the freezing heist, Nakamori’s traps for KID) despite somewhat trying to be Kaito’s friend outside of heists and giving him research while abroad, it feels like he should pick a side as he’s giving mixed signals. Though I like the element of their interactions where Hakuba knows Kaito’s KID but can’t prove it and Kaito knows this and Hakuba knows that Kaito knows this so Hakuba will subtly talk KID things to Kaito, with Kaito’s denial but he’s a magic consultant and classmate who’s a Kid Fan/Hakuba’s boss’s neighbour so it makes sense, and KID will talk Kaito things to Hakuba, Kaito is a favourite disguise of KID after all and he bugs those involved with the Nkamori’s semi-regularly nothing suspicious about that. The intricate courtship ritual of SaguKai. If you take Spider as canon then the implication that Hakuba would use his classmate as bait and knows something of KID’s dangerous circumstances but isn’t using his considerable resources to do anything helpful makes it worse, the Spider’s hypnosis effecting him and him helping Kaito break free of Spider's influence makes this more ambiguous (plus Spider’s an international assassin so above Kaito/KID’s clearance and the ends justify the means).

Back to Aoko she reminds me of the Detective Boys. She’s innocent in her herself versus the bad guys (helping the police/Hakuba via phone or supporting civilians and more recently confronting KID herself) and her absolute insanity of handcuffing Kaito to her using handcuffs stolen off her dad to give him an alibi and breaking into their school with him to investigate the haunted rumours, her idea not Kaito’s it has to be said - he's the reluctant Watson to her energetic Holmes in their daily lives. She created the KID Capture Brigade partially to force Kaito to befriend her new friends but also because she wants to help the cause and is very willing to fight off criminals with improvised weapons. Though she seems to begrudgingly appreciate KID making the Clock Tower a crime scene and helping the victims/exposing criminals when her Dad can’t. I want Aoko’s natural innocence and cunning (her messing with Kaito and taking advantage of his weaknesses e.g. iceskating to get him to call her Aoko-sama) to combine with Conan’s fake innocence and cunning, they'd get along great and all the Detective Boys are involved with KID to an extent.

Oh my god! This ask is such a fun read.

Nonchalant Lupin!? Where has this been all my life?

Hold up! Kaito Lupin and Aoko Holmes? Does Gosho ship Lupin x Holmes?/Holpin?/Lupho?

Holmes Aoko and Watson Kaito? Waiter, Waiter, more of this, please.

Detective Aoko should be brought back. Gosho, I'll get you for this!

[times-of-drought]

Storyteller Saturday! What is a Glass Demon?

Hello! Happy Storyteller Saturday! :3

The Glass Demon is Satan an ancient creature in the setting from one of my most polished plot-wise stories!

In the setting, the main kind of creature aside from humans is Elemental. There are many, many types of elementals, ranging from typical ones, like fire, to more uncommon ones, like light or even magic itself.

Unfortunately for both humanity and elementals, humans cannot inherently, directly create magic. It is not obtainable to them, simply put. They can, however, employ the 'help' of elementals, using them to craft more and more intricate spells or simply use magic for the human. A spell can be weaved by elementals and humans together, preparing it and storing it somewhere or in something (an artifact, an item, a scroll et cetera) and used by the human anytime, anywhere, so the profession of spellweavers who coordinate different kinds of elementals is highly respectable.

(It started out on rules of equality, but as elementals started being more and more exploited and bound by magical rules crafted by humans, less and less of them were free to do what they wanted and move where they wanted to. But that aspect of the kingdom where the story takes place is more about the story itself, not the Glass Demon fnksdj I got too far)(long story short, the kingdom 'employs' all elementals in it to serve humans. Every new elemental that is born there has to be woven into the pact, binding it like its parents.)

The Glass Demon is, at least now, more of a myth rather than a historical figure. A story told in plays and stories, The Bad Guy in any plot about overcoming the greatest evil. Everyone knows what the Glass Demon embodies, but almost nobody knows what really happened centuries ago.

There used to be a mage. The Mage, often called by haters The Sightless Mage. A real, full-blooded human, with all faults that came with that. They were power hungry, driven only by greed and pride. They were on top, with the greatest understanding of all intricacies of magic and spellweaving. They were not satisfied with that, however. They wanted to attain the unattainable - to be able to wield magic by themselves, with no assistance from elementals. It did not work out, to their dismay.

The only person who knows exactly how their current form came to be is the Glass Demon itself, but stories often involve the Mage employing dozens of elementals, experts in their craft, to help create the most foul artifact. It was supposed to be a new staff for the Mage, one that would allow them to directly use any kind of magic, with no preparation. Not a human, but still holding a copied human soul and The Mage's mind, causing them to be linked and have the same goals.

Well, the soul got copied and transferred, sure. One crucial bit of research The Mage missed to do before was that the soul is not linked to the body's mind. Transferring one does not inherently transfer the other.

I have to admit, the rule of the world was kept. What came out of the ritual was no human. But it was no staff, at least not after the first few seconds. A twisted form of sharp edges rang out the ritual circle, twitching surfaces and contorting in silent wails no-longer-flesh, seemingly shattered, constantly on the verge of falling apart in thousands of little, glittering pieces, The Glass Demon came to be. The first and last artificial elemental, albeit one with a human soul. At the beginning, the thing had no mind, only the most vile qualities inherited from the soul. In a bloody, murderous rage, it has slain its creator and their assistants. Alone, in a isolated vault, it has learned everything it could. Their form was not stable, constantly shifting and cracking with each step, but they have managed to at least vaguely hold a humanoid form. Full of hate, it started destroying everything they came across. Humans, elementals, villages and cities, nothing could resist the sharp, agonizing wrath.

Finally, after years of carnage, a counter-spell of sorts has been developed. Researchers found The Foul Mage's notes, their research, and crafted a binding curse.

Tricked, the Glass Demon was constricted into a shape similar to their original form - a silver staff the shape of a crescent moon, with the Demon's eye hanged between the tips, constantly looking out for victims.

The artifact not only has been sealed away, but additionally enveloped in layers of protective and offensive spells. Anyone who would try to reach the Demon would have to be an expert spellcaster, and after that whole debacle these have been strictly and closely monitored.

Not only that, but even if one managed to tear through all the layers, they still would have to be able to overcome the Demon, lest their form would be overwhelmed and destroyed by its power the moment they bound themselves to the staff just like a human would bind themselves to an elemental.

No human would have enough resistance to survive the binding and no elemental could bind itself to another, even if artificial, one.

Well. Until the main character of my story, Razareth, came along, a half human, half elemental ;)))

[vegaseatsass]

Just finished Beyond Evil. I can say with conviction that this drama contained the absolute most craziest intricate rituals to touch another man's skin that I've ever seen. Like normally I'm not that into AUs but I would read a million Beyond Evil AUs just to see authors try to capture whatever the fuck was going on between LDS and HJW in new settings.

"You PROMISED you would replace our coffee grinder that burns people but gets the job done with a fancy latte maker! You betrayed the customers, you betrayed me, I thought I meant something to you, I thought we HAD SOMETHING."

A year later, after defeating the evil corporate coffee conglomerate headed up by Han Ki-Hwan "You're - you're installing a fancy latte maker? Now? When I thought we could celebrate-grieve together? But WHY? WHY DO WE NEED A LATTE MAKER?? The customers are fine with the coffee grinder that burns them!! As long as you stay here in this coffee shop with it!! As long as this thing between us doesn't have to end...."

[cherryblossomshadow]

Cas the Friendly Angel

Summary:

“What do you want, Not-Jimmy?” Dean demanded. “I don’t mean you any harm,” Not-Jimmy assured them. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re a real Casper,” Dean snarked. “What are you?” “He’s an angel,” came Sam’s incredulous voice. “Yes,” confirmed Casper the apparently Friendly Angel. “A what?!” . (or, teens Dean and Sam help their friend Jimmy cast out a demon. Well, they thought they did.)

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whumptober 2024, day 21: spirit possession fandom: Supernatural | ship: Dean & Cas & Sam | trigger warnings: none | content: teens Dean and Sam help their friend Jimmy cast out a demon. Well, they thought they did | word count: 1523

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"Dean!" Sam shouted from inside the circle, wind whipping his hair and clothes about wildly. "Get ready!"

"Almost done!" Dean called over his shoulder, finishing up the last elaborate knot. He surveyed the body splayed in front of him, knots securing each limb in place. He patted the boy on the shoulder, locking eyes with him. If Dean was this nervous on this side of things, he didn’t want to picture how Jimmy was feeling right now. "You sure about this, Jimmy? Last chance to back out."

Jimmy shook his head decisively. "Sam is right. If there's something riding along inside of me, I should know what it is."

"Okay." Dean clasped his shoulder one last time and jogged to get inside the circle with Sam. "He's ready," he reported.

Sam took a deep breath and began reading the passage he had painstakingly copied out of the grimoire he found in Jimmy's basement. Dean had cursed up a storm when he found out Sam was messing around with arcana. But no matter how much John’s voice in his head barked, Dean couldn’t leave his friend in the hands of some demon. If Sam was right about Jimmy, Dean would do worse than a little arts and crafts in the basement to save him.

The only thing Dean was tasked with doing during the exorcism was handing Sam the chosen receptacle at the correct time. Jimmy’s hitchhiker will be henceforth trapped inside a popcorn bucket with Casper the Friendly Ghost emblazoned on it. A little on the nose, yeah, but Jimmy had insisted. That’s one of the things Dean liked best about Jimmy. No shame in his game. He might pick something corny or cheesy, but he’ll stand behind it. Gotta respect that.

Finally, Sam’s words tapered off. Dean looked Jimmy up and down, but he looked normal. “That it, Sammy? You miss a page or something?”

“No, that’s-”

Jimmy’s head reared back on the concrete, and a bright, white light poured out of his mouth and soared into the popcorn bucket. The brothers reared back, shielding their eyes from the light. Dean blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust to candlelight again, before jumping up and clamping the popcorn lid on tight. “Was that supposed to happen?” He called over his shoulder.

“No,” came Sam’s distracted answer, barely audible over the sound of pages flipping rapidly. Dean cautiously eased off the popcorn lid, making sure it wasn’t about to start flying or some shit. He turned to Sam, but he looked like he was ready to fall over.

“Whoa! You okay?” Dean rushed over in case he toppled over or something.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sam wheezed. “Just took a lot out of me.”

Dean took the book out of his hands and sat Sam down. “Hey, that was a big spell or ritual or whatever. You did good, kid. Take a breather, okay?”

Sam nodded wearily, about to fall over. "How's Jimmy?" He rasped.

Dean cast a glance over at Jimmy’s motionless body. “I dunno. He’s not moving yet.” He walked over and crouched down beside him. “Hey, buddy, let’s get you out of these.” Dean set to work undoing the intricate knots he had just spent the last hour on. Just as Dean started on the last one, Jimmy blinked awake slowly. “Hey, Jimbo, welcome back to the land of the living.”

“Dean,” Sam admonished.

“Sorry, sorry,” Dean grinned, clasping Jimmy on the shoulder. “So how do you feel? Lighter? Less evil?"

“What?” Jimmy squawked, voice much higher than normal. “Who are you two? Where am I?”

“We're your best friends,” Dean answered slowly. “You're in your basement, Jimmy. Did you get amnesia?”

“This isn't my basement,” Jimmy protested, still in that weirdly high voice. “Where's my dad?”

“Your dad?” Dean repeated, starting to get as confused as Jimmy seemed to be.

“I’m sorry, but your father passed five years ago,” Sam answered.

“You're lying!” Jimmy flailed about suddenly, held down by only the one last rope around his middle. “Who are you?! Let me go!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on,” Dean tried to hold him down before he whacked his head again. “Dude, chill! You're gonna hurt yourself!”

“Why did you tie me up?! What do you want from me?!” Jimmy yelled, not chilling a bit.

"We're helping you exorcise a demon!” Dean shouted back. “You asked us to help!" Technically, Sam's the one who brought it up, but once he convinced Jimmy that he was possessed, he agreed to letting the brothers help him exorcise it.

“A demon?” Jimmy paused, face turning white as a sheet. “I can’t, that’s not possible! We’re not-” Jimmy’s thrashing finally broke that last knot, and he scrambled to his feet.

“Jimmy!” Dean started after him, but Jimmy shook him off.

“Stay away from me! I don’t know you!” He shouted, stumbling up the basement stairs.

Dean and Sam exchanged bewildered glances. The brothers did their best to erase the evidence of their ritual from the basement floor before Mrs. Novak came down to toss them out. Dean kept glancing around as Mrs. Novak frogmarched them out of the house and all the way down to the gate, but didn’t catch so much as a glimpse of Jimmy.

Sam turned to Dean urgently, like he just remembered something. “Dean, did you get the-”

“Yup.” Dean unzipped the top of his backpack to let the popcorn bucket peek through. “We can take care of it on the way home.”

“Okay, good,” Sam sighed, starting down the path. “Man, that did not go as expected.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I mean, nowhere did it say anything about that bright light! It was supposed to be dark smoke, red or black, I’m not sure which. Or maybe different colors depending on the demon? Or maybe-”

“Focus, Sammy.”

Sam smoothly switched tracks. “And Jimmy didn’t even recognize us. He didn’t recognize his basement. He didn’t even know that his dad had died.”

“Think we pulled out the wrong thing? Think Jimmy’s in the bucket?” Dean shook his backpack.

“No,” Sam answered slowly. “The ritual that we used was really clear about leaving the ‘natural, god-given’ soul in the body and casting out the foreign guest.”

The brothers came to a stop, just outside the abandoned church that they chosen as the site to banish the exorcised spirit from the physical plane. “Doesn’t look as welcoming in the twilight,” Dean commented.

“The outsides finally match the insides,” Sam joked.

The boys set up yet another ritual circle, one for them, and one for the popcorn bucket. Sam activated them and motioned for Dean to open the bucket within the confines of the one circle. The bright light swirled within the circle, forming an apparition of Jimmy.

“Dean!” The imposter said in Jimmy’s voice.

“Don’t play games. We’ve got you trapped, demon,” Dean warned.

“I’m not a demon!” Not-Jimmy protested.

“Prove it,” Sam challenged. “Step over the barrier and onto the grounds of the church.”

Not-Jimmy nodded at Sam before focusing on the faint chalk lines surrounding him. Not-Jimmy stepped outside effortlessly and somehow did not burst into flames upon contact with the church floor or whatever the hell is supposed to happen. Dean immediately backed up, trying to shield Sam with his body. “What do you want, Not-Jimmy?”

“I don’t mean you any harm,” Not-Jimmy assured them.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’re a real Casper,” Dean snarked, heart pounding loudly. He sneaked a glance behind him to make sure his brother was there. The nerd was already flipping madly through his notes, instead of paying attention to the danger in front of them. “What are you doing in Kansas? And what did you want with my friend?”

“I-I don’t know what I’m doing in Kansas. And I don’t know why I was possessing Jimmy Novak.”

“Don’t know much, do you?” Dean asked caustically.

“No, I am afraid not,” Casper lamented.

“Well, what are you?” Dean threw out. Worth a shot, right?

“He’s an angel,” came Sam’s incredulous voice.

“Yes,” confirmed Casper the apparently Friendly Angel.

“A what?!”

“He’s an angel,” Sam answered. “He must have been summoned to earth by a Guardian.”

“A what?!” Dean knew he already said that, but it really bears repeating.

“Guardians are comprised of twelve different bloodlines scattered over the globe, meant to watch over humanity and summon angels into their vessels when necessary,” Sam read from his notes.

“Okay, then what was he doing in some random kid in Kansas?” Dean demanded.

“One of the bloodlines was corrupted and has been denied anointment many times over,” Casper began. “It’s possible that Young Jimmy was used to trick me into answering a summons. While I lived as Jimmy, I had no memory of my true nature or any of my past, which means that someone was suppressing my true nature.”

“Well, why was that bloodline ‘denied anointment,’ then?” Dean crossed his arms.

“That bloodline despaired of the wicked condition of the world, and they pledged to trigger the apocalypse and hasten the end of the world,” Casper explained.

“Oh, shit.” Sam cursed.

Oh shit, indeed.

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I got so excited at reading the whumptober prompts that I conveniently ignored the fact that I’m very new to whump and have never written for Supernatural before. So uh, be kind pls

[swordcoasts]

formal, armor and bling for arkem + stature, canvas, favorite for misty <33 evil gang day

Arkem

Formal: What’s your OC’s formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions? He does enjoy dressing up in formal attire, mostly because growing up in Candlekeep and the following years on the road deprived him of the luxuries of a well-tailored article of clothing or the feel of luxurious fabrics. He has separate formalwear for day-to-day dealings (after he establishes himself as nobility) and the religious rituals he has to perform. The first is quite simple - quality fabrics specifically tailored to his frame, usually in plain black, lots of angular shapes (so shoulderpads etc). For Sharran rituals, he has a much more intricate wardrobe - think ornamented robes in rich purples and deep black, generally low-cut and flowy; fabric-wise mostly silks and velvets.

Armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it? Again, he has two separate sets of armor - a simpler set of pure black plate with minimal purple accents on the gauntlets and boots. It looks quite simple, as comfort is a priority, but he always makes sure it's polished and properly maintained. The other set is his Sharran armor, which is pretty much the Dark Justiciar set from BG3 - all-black with large spiked pauldrons in a deep purple shade, the symbol of Shar on the chestplate and a rich, flowing purple cloak. If he wears this, you know your shit's about to get wrecked.

Bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning? He enjoys wearing rings, but because of the permanent stain to his hands he doesn't have the opportunity to show them off much. Aside from his wedding ring (which is pretty much a pure black Moebius band) he always wears a magical ring that protects against mind control - it's quite minimal, but has a beautiful amethyst gem. Other than that, he usually wears an amulet with Shar's symbol underneath his clothing (unless he's wearing something low-cut, lmao) + he has nipple piercings.

This accidentally got super long, so Misty's answers under the cut.

Misty

Stature: What’s your OC’s body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it? She is very short (around 160cm so 5'2) and has a pretty average build - not a lot of muscle definition, not a ton of curves. She always wears at least four or five layers of clothing, even when it's warm, so her shape is pretty obscured underneath all that. It's a way of creating another barrier between herself and the outside world, and she loathes undressing in front of others as it makes her feel very vulnerable.

Canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all? She has three drops of blood tattooed on her ribs near her heart - one for herself and two for her siblings. Kind of a reminder of their bond, despite her leaving them. She also has a burn scar from some acid on her left arm - a painful lesson in checking for traps before sticking her arm down holes, lmao.

Favorite: Does your OC have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? What is it? What’s the meaning behind it? Do they wear it all the time or do they wear it sparingly to keep it safe? Her large red shawl is her comfort blanket (and has served as an actual blanket more than once). A merchant in Waterdeep saw her begging for copper at the market when she was young and gave it to her. It's very ratty and worn from years of regular use, but she refuses to part with it. Another is a gold earring with a small skull dangling from it - a gift from a priestess of Bhaal and her once almost-lover, it now serves as a reminder to be careful about trusting others.

[bookalooza]

10 Beautiful Vocabulary for the Navratri Celebration

Navratri Spirit: Honoring Goddess Durga

The vibrant spirit of India comes alive during Navratri, a nine-day festival that resonates with faith, festivity, and cultural grandeur. As the name suggests, "Nav" means nine and "Ratri" means nights. This festival is a joyous period steeped in beautiful traditions and customs. Let's delve into the dazzling world of Navratri with some exquisite vocabulary to enrich your understanding of this spectacular celebration.

1. Auspicious (au-spish-us)

Navratri is considered an extremely auspicious time. "Auspicious" signifies an occasion filled with good fortune and blessings. Devotees believe that prayers and observances undertaken during these nine nights hold special significance and bring prosperity.

2. Reverence (rev-er-ence)

The nine days of Navratri are dedicated to worshipping the nine divine forms of Goddess Durga. "Reverence" refers to the deep respect and devotion offered to the Goddess. Hindus across the world observe pujas (prayers) and rituals with utmost reverence, seeking the blessings of Durga for strength, wisdom, and protection.

3. Panoply (pan-o-ply)

Navratri is a visual feast for the senses. Homes and pandals (temporary shrines) are adorned with vibrant decorations, creating a dazzling "panoply" of colors and textures. Imagine intricate rangolis (floor art), strings of marigolds, and shimmering diyas (lamps) – a true spectacle of beauty.

4. Ethereal (ee-the-ri-al)

The atmosphere during Navratri is charged with a sense of otherworldly beauty. "Ethereal" describes something delicate and heavenly, and this perfectly captures the feeling one gets amidst the chants, devotional music, and the gentle flickering of diya flames.

5. Resplendent (ri-splen-dent)

Devotees dress up in their finest attire during Navratri. "Resplendent" signifies being magnificently beautiful and radiant. Imagine sarees in rich silks, adorned with intricate jewellery – a dazzling display of cultural resplendence.

6. Gastronomical (gas-tro-no-mi-cal)

Navratri is a time to indulge in delicious vegetarian fare. "Gastronomical" refers to the art of good eating, and Navratri offers a plethora of delectable dishes specially prepared for the occasion. Think of flavorful sweets like halwa and savoury dishes like sabudana khichdi – a true treat for the taste buds.

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7. Jubilant (joo-bi-lant)

The spirit of Navratri is infectious. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and joyous celebrations. "Jubilant" describes a feeling of great happiness and triumph, perfectly capturing the mood of this vibrant festival.

8. Propitious (pro-pish-us)

The tenth day after Navratri, Dussehra, marks the victory of good over evil. "Propitious" signifies favorable or auspicious. Dussehra is seen as a day that ushers in good times and eliminates negativity.

9. Confluence (con-flu-ence)

Navratri transcends religious boundaries and brings people together. "Confluence" signifies a flowing together, and this beautifully captures the spirit of the festival. People from all walks of life come together to celebrate, share stories, and strengthen community bonds.

10. Euphoria (yoo-for-ee-ah)

Navratri leaves a lasting impression. "Euphoria" describes a feeling of intense happiness and excitement. The festival leaves devotees feeling uplifted, inspired, and carrying the positive energy forward throughout the year.

Beyond the Words: The Enchantment of Navratri

These words merely offer a glimpse into the magic of Navratri. The true essence of the festival lies in experiencing it firsthand. The aroma of incense filling the air, the rhythmic beats of the dhol (drum), the vibrant colours, and the feeling of community – all contribute to creating an unforgettable experience.

So, if you have the opportunity to witness Navratri, embrace it with open arms. Let yourself be enveloped by the joyous spirit, savour the delicious food, and appreciate the beauty of this time-honoured tradition. You might discover a new facet of Indian culture and return home with a heart brimming with "euphoria."

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[llycaons]

ep23 (pt 2): I think I'm a lxc hater now

in the book, I don't think this conversation happens. all the sects are equally guilty of the atrocities that are to come. but this scene establishes lxc and nmj as Good guys, if a bit misguided. the cruelties we see later are all that evil jgs and jgy's doing

I actually don't care about this change because I don't hold the moral ambiguity or the original purpose of the novel sacred, but this scene does make me want to weep because it didn't HAVE to be this way!! lxc and nmj could have pushed a little harder, questioned a little more, overseen the process more responsibly!! they were not advocating for genocide!! they were LEADERS they could have done something!

'another ambitious person' he's already thinking of wwx and planting the seeds of doubt

like THIS! guys! why were you so quick to agree to IMPRISONMENT???? lxc! why so trusting! you idiot!

it's bc he cares about jgy too much on a personal level to doubt him now. also he's guided by his desires - he WANTS to believe in jgy since he already cares about him

STOP DOING YOUR STUPID INTRICATE RITUALS IN FRONT OF THE PEOPLE YOU'VE JUST DOOMED TO WORK CAMPS I HATE YOU

and THESE people don't even get that chance! they've murdered in this very room! bc jgy wants to make his dad proud, I guess! fuck all his defenders he did not HAVE to become a mass murderer 'oh he wanted respect uwu' WELL I THINK THOSE PEOPLE PROBABLY WANTED TO LIVE THEIR LIVES

oh we know that cliff

holy shit I wrote a whole meta post about this very concept. HA. I KNEW it

this scene is so fucking chilling

like bar none this is one of the most disturbing scenes in the show. heavy-handed and unsubtle it may be, but it's sure as hell effective. and it somehow manages to not make the people murdering innocent civilians the real victims here. I hate american war films. don't watch oppenheimer

also, I don't think that's a-yuan. too big. but god, isn''t that what he wears? there may be only one child in this entire sect

this shot lingers on lwj way longer than it lingers on wwx, who gets to work playing cleansing immediately for the souls of the recently murdered. what's lwj thinking? is he taken aback by what they just saw in ways wwx is too jaded to be? is he starting to get concerned about the power of the jins? is he taking a moment to honor the dead?

I really like this shot! it's lovely and symmetrical

this is also kind of ghastly. once they killed or captured the wens, they move into their seat of power and demonstrate their command over it

lots to observe here

jyl's dress is GORGEOUS

there are female cultivators in the first row. how about that!

all the jiangs are wearing white sashes in mourning

jgs has just lamented the fact that he and jfm are now 'separated by death'

he's stepped forward to clap jc on the shoulder in a very awkward paternal gesture he probably meant to be encouraging, but given that jc had probably never had that interaction from his real father, perhaps he has only confused and frightened him

jgy doesn't quite get happy when this is announced, but he does get more eager and attentive, in the way that I associate with dogs whose names are called

hey! the first line for lan cultivators are women too!

and then there's this entire conversation happening. lwj does that thing where he looks at wwx meaningfully then casts his eyes down (happens ALL the time) as he retreats from whatever situation he's found himself in and declines to speak. wwx looks like he wants to say something and is interrupted

AND THE SAME FOR THE NIES. all the sects said we have exactly four female cultivators and they WILL be up front. wait the nies may have 6. cannot tell

jgy needing this reminder? don't buy it. he's too smart. I do not believe he genuinely forgot. in fact, iirc he has photographic memory and that's why he was able to send map info so well. I do not trust him!! this is definitely another ploy to look hapless and humble to lxc, his protector, and the others, his enemies

ppl have said lwj tossing his hair behind him here is wyb breaking character. I say why can't lwj be a little fussy and dramatic about his hair

he is also sitting completely alone in a corner by himself hashtag autistic icon

hate to say it but sect leader yao is KILLING in those robes. what a gorgeous color

and of course fucking jgs comes in propping himself up as the new head of the sects, sitting there to make a grand declaration. citing his long friendship with jfm, his desire to look after jfm's daughter, etc. etc., cultivators and sect leaders seem to really like jgs and I assume he must be personally quite charismatic because he is a sack of shit as we well know. now there is a character easily transferred to a modern AU. lecherous, misogynistic, popular, and power-hungry rich old men who are heads of organizations are very common today as well

look how concerned jyl looks! she doesn't want to be forced into making a decision this soon or this publicly, especially not when their political situation is so tenuous

jc is actually doing pretty well as a tactful sect leader in this episode, appropriately humble and polite while maintaining the air of dignity he needs to. and this is good thinking from him, just not fast enough. wwx is about to barge in dramatically to solve their problems, as he is wont to do, but the episode ends here on a very strange cliffhanger

personal highlights

wrh coming out of his palace all in a tizzy

"we, of course, have come from hell"

intimate red underrobe music session

the scenery and music of the massacre contrasting with the corpses all around them WOW

the political games of the banquet between jgs, jgy, lxc, jc, jyl, etc.

the costumes!!!

wwx coming in right at the end, but his best scene is next episode

[shuthesnake]

The blinding light would disappear, so is the voice, making place to a strange lady levitating infront of my table.

My book of the best culinary recipies of the county fall from my skeletal hands as I look in disbelief at the bright deity infront of me, I recognize theses wings and that pink skin but can only mutter.

"w-what? B-but your a tertiary godness of light! You shouldn't even think about wanting evil from dark forces! And-"

I say as the dust from my desk flies about, getting stopped by a powerful voice right in my tracks, she flap her angel wings and close her big oval eyes closing in an annoyed and seemingly tired motion, putting a finger towards the air as an interdiction to my parole.

«TUT! I'm a tertiary godness yes, but we need you, ya see, since good is sweeping across the continent and your dusty ass is laying about, when did you clean? Anyway. So! Too much good, too much peace, we need something fast, you know stuff, you've transformed into a lich, you are de facto on the vilain team and we need something big, the reason for it is that due to the forming of the company of the king's adventuring part act, the king is crushing everything in it's path with adventurers, there is dark iron ladies fortress that fell to them, wich shouldn't happen, like at all! They've been destroying all of the gods attempts to stop em. We need the king to fall.

I look at her with a gaping mouth, clearly not ready for that.

"wait a minute, the king? Like Geronian the XXXth! You mean the guy who crushed the mad tar lady? The guy who erected a statute to light and fallen soliders, the man who lead armies to conquer the giants land far into the mountains reach and dueled thier king by himself! THAT GUY!?!"

The deity of light seemed fuming as stars escape from her ears in a glitter as she would talk in a gritted voice.

«yes! That. Guy!»

I would lay back in my wooden chair, thinking before saying with my skeletal hand on my chin.

"he's almost seventy if I recall, or pheraphs he's dead, my sources are not up to date. Don't you have anyone else besides me?"

She would put the palm of her hand on her face a bit embarrassed.

«sigh...no, the others threats we had in hands are asleep and we can't wake them up! I even lit up a firework into Dranakas's stupid helmet, the armor didint even flinch nor did this mountain of rage woke up...he got glitter on his face and that's it.»

"so you decided to call upon me, but I'm...

I look around at the sunny outdoor and bureau, now that I'm an undead I fear less the numerous insects due to not having skin.

kinda in retirement?"

The poor light angel yelled in anger and annoyance, grasping her oval head.

«RAUUGH! is there anything I can do to make you be the vilain while we try to wake up one of the four major threats? How about...uhhh ah I know! You like armors right?»

My eyes lit up in two red orbs as I get up from my seat quickly, long purple robe following my movement as the pink lady would let out a relived sound.

"I fixate on it, these intricate designs, protection, agility and oh so wonderful complexity I...hum...I mean how did you knew?”

She would smirk and opened her wings a bit.

«you literally have a hall full or armors when we enter, most of your servants are reanimated armors, you got a second armor room turned museum in your manor basement so? Watcha think? I can add something more to it, how about magic items to get you back in the game?»

A dark purple orb would fall on the table as other high end magical items my readings told about but I never could phantom putting my hand on them, I sigh as I know I'm being forced but I have mostly nothing to lose, besides heros would come here eventually, better make thier life miserable and have fun in the process.

"very well, I shall try to be your vilain, but my kind nature lingered along despite the Lich ritualization, but...I can improv a bit. Let my name be know, I Ashak' Zanthros will emerge from my retirement and I shall make the god king quiver in FEAR!"

«great! Alright cool! Whatever you do I don't care, you got free reign the higher ups are desperate, whatever you do, do it!»

She would poof away in a relatively less theatrical fashion than her entry.

"after I finish my book tho. Ouuh fried fish from Falheniam with a sauce made of eggs and vinegar! Yummy!"

As a lich, you have survived for millennia by not drawing anyone’ attention as you life a quiet, peaceful life in your very remote manor. Then one day a deity appears before you and says, “Look, we’ve run out of villains for the heroes to fight, so stop lazing about and do something evil NOW!”

[fairylandblog]

Faerie Amulets

With their roots in mysticism and tradition, faerie amulets have long captivated people's attention as representations of magic, protection, and a link to the otherworldly world. These alluring talismans frequently link with the fairy folk, mythical creatures portrayed in many cultures as protectors of the natural world and holders of powerful magic. The promise of faerie amulets—to connect the everyday world with the otherworldly and give their users a feeling of mystery and wonder—is what makes them so alluring. Throughout history, people have crafted faerie amulets from a variety of materials, each chosen for their unique qualities and symbolic significance. Amethyst or moonstone, believed to enhance psychic powers and spiritual connection, and silver, believed to shield against evil energies, are common materials used in faerie amulets. Often, intricate patterns like small wings, enchanted forests, or heavenly themes embellish these amulets, contributing to their overall magical meaning.

The cultural beliefs surrounding faerie amulets reflect the wide range of regional customs and mythology. For example, amulets are believed to provide protection against cunning faeries, which are known to deceive people, according to Celtic legend. When meeting the faerie people, wearing or carrying an amulet could help one avoid getting lost or running out of time. On the other hand, some traditions suggest using these amulets to invoke positive faerie influence and attract blessings of creativity, luck, and success. Sometimes, people view faerie amulet making as an art form that combines skillful craftsmanship with a profound understanding of magical meaning. Through rituals and incantations, artisans can imbue these things with specific goals, such as healing, protection, or love. This activation of the amulet's power allows the desired energies to flow through it. In order to increase the amulet's efficacy, these ceremonies frequently entail coordinating the production process with seasonal cycles, lunar phases, or other natural rhythms. Faerie amulets' old symbolic meanings are still present in modern versions that incorporate modern materials and designs. People who value their aesthetic appeal and connection to nature are as fond of these amulets as witches and pagans. Numerous individuals use them as jewelry, in meditation, or as ornamental yet spiritually meaningful items in their houses.

Modern spiritual practice frequently combines faerie amulets with other metaphysical instruments like crystals, tarot cards, and herbal cures. With the amulet acting as a focal point for intention and attention, this integration demonstrates a comprehensive approach to spirituality. People aim to develop a harmonic balance between the material and spiritual worlds by implementing these aspects into their daily lives. Faerie amulets essentially represent the age-old human yearning to establish a connection with something bigger than ourselves. They invite us to investigate the secrets of the cosmos with an open heart and an inquisitive mind by acting as concrete reminders of the magic that exists both inside and outside of us. Whether perceived as protection charms, inspirational objects, or simply lovely artifacts, these amulets continue to attract and inspire individuals seeking their enchantment.