#sow the magic

[sugaryewscythe]

completely obsessed with my tarot card seeds 🌱 ✧ ･ﾟ

[astrosouldivinity]

𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 🧿 🪐

When you're all alone, when you're all alone

You'll know you were wrong

You're gonna feel it

⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆⭒˚.⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆⭒˚.⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆⭒˚.⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆⭒˚.⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆⭒˚.⋆˚⟡˖ ࣪⋆⭒˚.⋆

You'll feel it deep down whenever you're alone

You're livin' a lie if you're sayin' I'm wrong

Hope you're at least real with yourself

I hope you know when karma comes 'round

Knockin' down on your door

She's comin' to collect 'cause karma won't forget

𝒜𝓂𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓂 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒.

- (𝚄𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎)

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔:

- Write their name/birthday on a bay leaf.

- Drip black candle wax over it.

- Sprinkle black salt & cayenne all over it.

- Burn the bay leaf and visualize the type of karma this person will receive while letting it burn.

- You can use the energy of your Saturn placement and the house it falls in.

- Bury the bay leaf ashes in your cat’s litter; if you don’t have a cat, you can bury it outside.

- Recite this mantra 3x. ⬇️

𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂:

I call my energy back, whole and complete. I release all that no longer serves me. I embrace my strength and vitality. My mind is clear, my heart is open, and I am grounded in my purpose. I reclaim my power and focus, ready to move forward with confidence and grace. 🙏🏿

I return any negativity and ill intent directed at me. I release all harmful energy and allow others to feel the weight of their actions. I recognize the principles of karma, understanding that what we put out into the world returns to us. I trust that individuals will face the consequences of their actions. Tu metis quod seminas.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆:

This is purely optional, but after performing the spell, you can check in with your tarot deck to see if it's working. If you draw cards such as Judgement, Five of Cups, The Tower, The Hanged Man, Justice, Three of Swords, or Five of Pentacles, it may indicate that the spell is working. However, context is important regarding these cards. If you don’t pull many (➖) cards, consider asking about any obstacles and adjust the spell accordingly.

𝔁𝓸𝔁𝓸- 𝓚𝓲𝓴𝓲 🖤😘

©𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍.

[mysoulspiralbound]

magical girls ladybug & chat noir!

they have the power of gods kwami's and anime on their side!

[thelaboratorysguilt]

[alengmae]

Isekai au:

Where Billy gets thrown inside ST the show (season 3) and he proceeds to fuck up the show's flagship love triangle steve-nancy-jonathan and kick some monster ass.

[minecraftfanatic]

Merry Christmas @marsvs-thesun--Behold A Fanfic That May Never See The Light Of Day (Again)!

Chapter 1: Lament the Living, For They Haunt the Dead

Pythus had regrets.

He had many to be precise. Trudging through misty woodlands he opened old iron gates with an ear-cracking squeal, needing care he was unable to give. No, his attention was dedicated fully to the garden behind the Victorian mansion, one in remarkably good shape despite the decayed wood and peeling faded paint.

Mauve...the End’s arrogance knew no respite but just because they loved purple didn’t mean they laid sole claim to it.

On stone his claws clacked a rhythmic patter, crushing wayward foliage and twigs beneath dappled sunlight filtered through perpetual autumn leaves purple and red and orange. Overgrowth blocking his path was slashed aside by axe and limb, taking care to not damage more than necessary. In the garden proper was an entangling sea of every breed and color, thorns putting an impressive defense.

They had nothing against his fire.

As the dense greenery turned to ash Pythus waited, smothering flames to stride ahead when his goal cleared. The tree stood strong after all these years; trunk scarred but unbent, carpeted in vibrant patches of semi-luminescent moss, sparkling fairy lights. In front of the tree stood a granite monument untouched by time or erosion, a lone isle amidst a sea of piquant herbs, enticing blossoms, and dewy grass blades reaching up to his knees—a stone maiden whose idyllic features lit a smile in her viewers, kindling a tenderness matching her own. Not a single thorn marred stone nor did cracks exist to allow grasping roots purchase.

There he halted, tracing the statue’s cheek as a tear slid down his, “Hello love. I’m home.”

For ages Pythus stayed silent, wiping away the ashes and whatever sullied the grave. He had ensured some of the flowers survived and brought one to the base, a bouquet of orchids and dandelions tied together by a vine of star jasmine.

The weeds were a soft spot of his heart. He always scoffed when she claimed that their taste and persistence in survival reminded her of him—“On the outside you’re stubborn, bitter, intensely sharp. But inside? Sweeter than honey, purer than medicine, protective as the sun—there is nothing about you that isn’t incredible.”  

Nostalgia, he supposed, had a way of loosening tongues. “My death was impermanent,” he looked down at the base, unable to face her gaze, “for the longest time I wished otherwise.”

Why was he alive? Was this another sacrifice on her part, his heart giving away more for his sake? She had given up more than enough, more than he could stand. Amelie, Lazul, Mekane, Esme…a second chance is supposed to be that—second. “I have a father, brother, an entire kingdom where tragedy never happened. When I realized this, I thought I was in a lucid dream.” He still did in a way.

“I almost wished them away just for you. Why was I the only one brought back, when you deserved better?” A pebble is picked up, “Then the rest of my deeds caught up to my mind,” only to be swiftly crushed.

“Once I wondered what it would be like if the Nether was never touched. The answer was that I would’ve become a childish egotistical idiot.” Naught but self-loathing seeped in every word, his arms trembling from rage. “You must hate me,” a few centuries was all it took for him to grow into an unrepentant slaver. Him, who promised safety and freedom, had become everything he despised.

He was not perfect. He had little love for humanity aside from the few exceptions that spawned, but he refused to let himself become a hypocrite.

“My father—Chronos—went back to the Nether out of fear for his family and what do I do?” He gives a short laugh, empty of mirth. “I plot to kill him and take the throne.”

I failed you, are the words caught in his throat. I’m sorry, fumbles unmoving lips. All he wanted to say and yet his body unavailed. “You are not here,” is the only thing that comes out. Amelie was never reborn or else she would’ve come after him. This was no happy fable, no fair queen coming to save her king.

In a way Pythus was grateful lest she witness the mockery he’s become.

“It’s been hundreds of years since I woke and ever since I’ve looked for you. Once I feared the worst.” Had any Netheran, even his own blood, saw the prince they would’ve found him unrecognizable. “I would ask myself, “Did she die in the War? Was I the last face she saw? My father? Brother?”” Nightmares still haunted his waking moments.

“Father doesn’t know about us, same for Vulcannus. After all that transpired, I couldn’t face either of them.” Fixing past sins, the truth being crazier than fiction, a thousand reasons and more laid at the tip of his tongue but none of them were true. “I am afraid.”

It hung poignantly in the air, heavier than netherite. “I am afraid,” He breathed softly under silent branches, “of what they will say. Do. Think. I am afraid of so many things.” Of a father calling him mad, of a tomb desecrated, of a brother shamed, of a family scattered to ash.

In this silent home none could criticize his words to the dead.

He takes a minute to center himself, closing his eyes as a hand moved to clasp around stone palms. “I left Nazgard after finishing my duties. My brother will find no problems to his claim.” He left a note in his room, telling them that he needed time alone and assurance he would be back.

More example of his cowardice, to not say it to their faces. At least when he was dying, he had the excuse of not wanting his child to see his passing.

“I wish they met you,” Vulcannus would’ve loved her, same as father—then again, Amelie was wonderful at everything. “I know father wants a grandchild to smother, but he hides it well. I would volunteer but said granddaughter is currently having tea with you.”

Regrettably, his spark was human in every way other than distant ancestry. As much as Pythus wanted to be there for her accomplishments there was no other option that guaranteed her happiness.

His daughter lived and died in comfort; he made sure of it.

“Is she still calling coffee bean juice? Don’t let mother hear her or she might box her ears.” He let out a little chuckle as he imagined Pthelina’s scandalized face. She was a stickler for manners. In fact, he wagered she befriended his heart on sight. His little ember on the other hand was likely getting her cheeks pinched.

“I love you,” The forest felt lighter, brighter, noisier as its sole master rose. “We will have new neighbors soon if my plan works. They will treat their new home with care I assure you.”

There was a difference between sympathy and understanding, one Pythus knew all too well. The Voltaris were a mirror, a path to redemption and repaying old debts.

She would do the same.

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A Protisium illuminates the forest, the man fixing the Sendaris with a genial smile as he lightly tosses the Song to its new owner. Technically Thalleous was also the previous owner but semantics. “As paid for. Did they suspect anything?”

“He fell asleep. That’s it.” Catching the Prime Thalleous frowned, the alluring hum doing little to the shred of guilt squirming in him. A shred his associate caught on. “Come now, I keep my word. Do you really think I’m that low?”

“There are more than enough orphans—”

“They’re a sweet child and I’d rather take in one I know.” Conversation finished the man walked away; his arms occupied by the slumbering Ardoni. The height difference would’ve been comical were it not for the obsidian armor he wore nor the enderdragon silently awaiting them.

“Farewell Thalleous. It was a pleasure doing business with you.”

The champion stayed silent as the knight flew off, silencing his guilt in the greater good. Besides, this was the best (if unexpected) fate Senn could ask for. What child didn’t want adventure?

[atannaz]

APPEARANCE STUDY. ZATANNA ZATARA. ⭒

[inventors-fair]

Trivia Tuesday: Baesthetic Aesthetic

This isn't based on your play preference, but rather, your general artistic interests. Feel free to put your favorite basic land art in replies/reblogs!

[alteriidem]

adam in tcm universe is guy who went to school in texas because they gave him a good scholarship and then he ended up involved in hijinks trying to be the cool guy that fits in with everyone that definitely does not have a bad home life and a sadness in his eyes you only see in eastern european gay p0rn

[sugaryewscythe]

i cannot wait to plant these tarot seeds ♡

[swampstew]

Hi if I wanted to get started on practicing witchcraft, could youtube videos be a nice idea or do you have any other advice?

Hi anon ~ sorry it took me a minute to answer this! I just got home and I wanted to make sure I got all my ducks in a row before addressing your question. Hope you find it helpful and/or resourceful!

Flirting with Witchcraft for Beginners under the cut🡇

It took me a few tries to comfortably settle into Witchcraft - I found myself struggling with my personal faith, the world around me, and generally felt lost with everything I'd been force fed or otherwise indoctrinated with. I also struggled with feeling silly for 'being a Witch' because it sounded so outlandish. Before I could open my mind and heart up to the world of Witchcraft, the first thing I had to do was understand myself and my needs.

So my question to you is, what are you looking to get out of Witchcraft? Understanding what you want out of Witchcraft is critical to the process otherwise you can get overwhelmed with how much knowledge is out in the world, what is the best fit for you, figuring out your own brand of power and growing with it. There's also cultural impact to keep in mind, improperly appropriating certain rituals may backfire for the uninitiated.

I've mostly read books and online forums, joined Discord servers and FB groups with like minded individuals (results may vary), had my own cultural background to pull knowledge from, or followed someone on YouTube, Instagram or TikTok. I can give you a few recommendations that I really vibe with but the journey is really about finding what you feel comfortable with and can reasonably see yourself practicing :)

Books I've read: - Witches, Sluts, Feminists by Kristen J. Sollee - The Goodly Spellbook - Old Spells for Modern Problems - Wicca for the Solitary Practitioner and The Truth About Witchcraft by Scott Cunningham

Socials I follow: - A Good Witch, a fairly badass elder master of vibing. - Chaotic Witch Aunt, folk magic and queer friendly space, especially for anyone of Italian ancestry - Ella Harrison, Germanic Folk Magic - The Witches Cookery, I really like her vibe and energy and she talks about a little bit of everything - Jasmine, I follow her on TikTok and I love her. Keeps it real, keeps it brutal, and she just started this podcast. More content on her TikTok channel though!

[karmaismyfriend]

Sums it up doesn’t it iykyk

[aeolianblues]

I asked them, can you NOT set up the first meeting for the day at 6 AM, I asked them multiple times and what did they do? SET UP THE FIRST MEETING OF THE DAY AT 6 AM

As a bonus extra, they scheduled the meeting at 5:46 AM. Bitch fuck off.

[patfurstenberg]

Historical Tales from the Romanian Highlands Now in Dreamland

Discover the little-known stories that influenced the history and folklore of Romanian highlands now in "Dreamland," described as "a captivating read, delightful and fascinating" and "a magical tour through Romania's history and folklore."

Discover the little-known stories that influenced the history and folklore of Romanian highlands now in “Dreamland,” described as “a captivating read, delightful and fascinating” and “a magical tour through Romania’s history and folklore” through skillfully written 100-word stories. If you enjoyed traveling to the lush Romanian Banat region via forgotten stories you will love today’s highland…

[atannaz]

tag drop! even though this blog is still in the vaults

[vinyls-and-valentines]

Putting one specific antagonist of mine under the microscope to figure out how the fuck he managed to get away with being emperor for like. Almost half a millenia before anyone came along and beat his ass