#that evil bath ritual >:(

[wuucchoo]

"to be near evil.. and to drown Fushiguro Megumi's soul"

[serpentface]

SPIRITUAL POLLUTION, THE GESTURES AGAINST EVIL, AND ABLUTION: A POST

The concepts of spiritual purity and pollution are central to the Faith of the Seven Faced God (and similar takes on the concept predate it throughout and beyond the immediate Wardi cultural sphere). There is no clean cut distinction between physical and spiritual health in this belief system (these concepts exist as a heavily overlapping venn diagram) and many methods intended to cleanse spiritual pollution address both realms.

The word for the concept referred to as spiritual pollution is 'mesechitse', which can translate to 'blockage' or 'severance' depending on the context (its underlying meaning is a pathway that has been stopped in some capacity).

At its core, spiritual pollution is a corruption of the living spirit (which is carried by/IS the blood). It causes both physical and spiritual problems. Polluted blood flows improperly and does not maintain the body’s natural stasis or integrity, causing or allowing disease or other bodily dysfunctions to occur. Many ailments are seen as wholly physical and internal in nature, occurring directly due to polluted blood flowing improperly and affecting key organs. Other diseases (particularly contagious or infectious disease) are known to be caused by dagi, which are harmful spirits that enter the body through orifices or wounds. A limited number of ailments (most notably pronounced schizophrenia-spectrum disorders or cognitive disabilities, unfortunately) are thought to be caused by possession by more powerful evil spirits.

At its worst, severe spiritual pollution is thought to impact or sever one's connection to God. Summarized very basically, severe pollution = blockage of flow between one's own living spirit and the greater spirit of God, which deprives a person of God's blessings and protection, severs them from the natural cycling of life and death (and prevents their necessary participation) and can put their afterlife in jeopardy.

Some degree of corruption to the living spirit is seen as completely inevitable and managed by the body, which physically expels some polluting agents via urine and feces, as well as menstruation (thus all of these substances are themselves dirty and polluting agents). It is reckoned as impossible for any living body to exist in a Completely spiritually pure state. The goal of cleansing (and broader practices revolving around spiritual integrity) is rather to maintain stasis of the body's natural cycling (and by extension a connection to God's living spirit) and to keep pollution contained and minimized.

If one's immortal soul successfully reaches the afterlife, it is then reborn into a spiritually pure existence incapable of being 'severed' from God in any capacity. God Itself is a spiritually pure being, but Its body and living spirit (the world and its cycles, manifested as Faces) is vulnerable. The purity of God's living spirit (and therefore the life-sustaining functions of the world that all beings depend upon) must be sustained, protected, and restored through right practice, which is what much what the public religion revolves around.

Spiritual pollution is a separate but overlapping concept with:

-Metaphysical vulnerability, the word for which is 'namne couyibase' (literally ‘lacking integrity of Being’). This is a state in which the body and living spirit is considered vulnerable to great change, for good or for bad. These states can have vital and positive uses (they are utilized in many rituals, and it is what allows for conception and birth), but must be entered with caution and intentionality. Uncontrolled namne couyibase can otherwise leave one open to forms of spiritual harm. -Curses, which are targeted infliction of harm (of all sorts- bad luck, evil spirits, etc) onto a person, place, or thing. A spiritually polluted body is has less resistance to curses, and curses can intensify this pollution. -Possession, which is when evil spirits attach themselves to or inhabit the body. In the vast majority of cases, possession does not mean an evil spirit is Controlling the body, merely harming it. A spiritually polluted body has less resistance to possession, and possession can intensify this pollution. -Ritual uncleanliness, which is a state of intensified spiritual pollution that requires complete prohibition from a person from entering sacred spaces or participating in certain rituals until they are made clean. The most common reasons for ritual uncleanliness are active menstruation, being in the mourning period, or having performed a known dirtying action without its required ablution (see below).

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Multiple levels of religious-medical practice are centered around maintaining the body's stasis and cleansing it of mesechitse whenever possible. The methods are both active and passive.

Passive methods include the wearing of protective objects/amulets or having the motifs on household items or as decoration (the most ubiquitous are charms like the pelatoche (lit: '(ocean) eye') or odatochent (lit. 'Gods eyes'), the skimmer woman, or phalluses, and the wearing of gull feathers), in addition to other beneficial/protective iconography (guardian lions are most common, though physical representations of each Face of God have beneficial functions).

Active methods cover a broad swath of rites and behaviors (which is even broader in non-doctrinal folk practices). I'll be focusing here on the two main everyday methods of protection/cleansing (rather than more specialized rites) that are supported by core doctrine and may be performed by anyone, rather than being restricted to priests.

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Gestures against evil

These are the absolute most basic protection methods, comprised of three core gestures.

Purity of intent: the hand is held with the palm facing upward, the pointer and pinky finger extended and the thumb and inner two fingers pressed together. This is the most directly ‘cleansing’ gesture, it attempts to bind uncleanliness within the body and thus to prevent inevitable background level spiritual pollution from the body infecting a pure environment or another person. You mostly perform this gesture while entering/leaving a protected or vulnerable space (literal or figurative).

Protection of spirit: the hand is held with the first two fingers pointed together, held upwards for generalized use or pointed for directed use. This is the simplest of apotropaic gestures, aiming to protect the body and spirit from outside harm. This is commonly used before or while entering contexts seen as physically and/or spiritually dangerous, or to un-aggressively counter an evil eye curse.

Dispelling of evil: The hand is held with the first two fingers pointing together, touched to the lips, and flicked away from the body. In practice, this is most commonly used to prevent attachment by malicious or otherwise harmful spirits that may have been evoked (you might perform this after you speak of someone believed to be an earthbound ghost or refer to an evil spirit directly, or immediately after touching a potentially contagious sick person (ideally followed by ablution)). This will not help you if evil spirits have fully Attached themselves to you, but can remove ones that have been attracted to you. Doing this gesture and flicking in the direction of another person is very rude.

These gestures have separate uses, but will often be performed in conjunction (usually in the order given) as a quick means of protecting oneself and the spaces around them. It is not considered a doctrinal replacement for ablution as it does not actually cleanse the spirit, but it attempts to reduce harm (both sustained and produced by the user).

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Ablutions:

Ablution is spiritually and physically cleansing the body with clean water. The metric for clean water is fairly expansive- ocean water, any flowing water, any clear lake, shallow water sources that are clear and free of (obvious) polluting elements such as animal corpses or unclean animal feces, any clear collected water.

The core requirement of an ablution is for the hands to be cleaned in all circumstances, and for other body parts to be cleansed in addition if the situation requires it. One must fully wet the hands/other affected areas and scrub thoroughly, and then use fresh water to rinse. If you have to clean other parts of your body, you save your hands for last (as they will be used for the cleaning).

It is appropriate to perform ablutions cooperatively, but the person assisting you should participate as well (ie- if you have someone washing your back, they should scrub and rinse their own hands after). Someone considered to be in a ritually unclean state that ablution will not immediately fix (the most common are actively menstruating or being in the midst of the mourning period) should not perform ablutions on others.

Note that there is no Hard distinction between bathing for spiritual cleanliness and bathing for physical cleanliness (there is a separate set of cultural standards for physical hygiene, but most hygiene expectations are Covered by ablution). In most circumstances, ablution is just a regular, sometimes tedious everyday activity rather than a solemn or special occasion.

The ritualized requirements denote that only the hands + any given affected body parts Must be washed, but ablutions will often be an aspect of a full-body bathing routine to meet other hygiene standards. (ie: someone performing ablution before making offerings or eating a meal is only Required to wash their hands, but will very often wash their whole bodies and clean their hair- offerings and a meal are (typically) daily activities, so this is a good time to just get a full bath in while you’re at it). It may additionally involve washing the skin with oil or soap, moisturizing the hair with oil, scraping away dead skin, and applying perfumes. This is not a ritual requirement and is performed because generally, people like to feel clean and smell nice.

The hard physicality of cleansing WITH WATER is KEY to this practice. Per core doctrine, there are no DIY cleansing methods that replace washing with water. If one does not have access to clean water for ablutions, they should not perform offerings whatsoever (but are allowed to pray) until they can be cleansed, and accept that they are receiving spiritual pollution by performing ablution-required tasks in the meantime. A blessing from a priest is the only doctrine-supported spiritually cleansing replacement for water ablutions. In practice many people will use the gestures against evil as a replacement (which is not supported by doctrine and is more common in folk religious practice), and virtually everyone will find ways to get physical contaminants off of their body either way (if you step in dog shit and don't have any water nearby, you're going to wipe it the hell off even if that doesn't make you ritually clean).

Times when such an ablution is generally considered a hard requirement:

Before bloodletting in prayer or making other offerings

Before meals

Before assisting in a birth

After menstruation ends

After receiving penetrative sex

After defecating

After urinating (this isn't as ubiquitously seen as a hard requirement, in a lot of cases people interpret it as 'only if you actually get pee on your hands')

After touching urine

After touching feces (many lines of thought make exceptions for the excrement of cattle and khait due to their clean and sacred status- this makes life a easier for the majority of people who have to use dry dung as fuel)

After touching a dead body (human or animal)

At the end of your mourning period for dead kin (traditionally as part of a larger ritual involving full body submergence in flowing water, rather than as a common ablution)

After touching someone else's blood (aside from rites that require it, in which the blood is expected to be clean and the cross-pollution of living spirit is intentional) (technically includes semen but this does not come up very often)

After touching most sick people (particularly with contagious diseases or any skin ailments)

After recovering from an illness (ablutions will be performed as an aspect of treatment as well)

Before entering most temple's inner shrines (and some temples altogether)

Also a requirement for participation in certain specific rites and/or festivals

The exact nuances on how hard these requirements are sometimes vary, particularly in instances revolving around touch. Official doctrine is that any unclean touch requires ablution, but in common practice this is sometimes reinterpreted as only a hard requirement when the touch occurs to the hands. Most practitioners do not perform an ablution immediately after an unclean touch occurs (if you're a field laborer and step in dung, you're probably going to wait to wash until you retire for the night), and not everyone performs ablutions every single time they 'should'.

Only drawing I have related to ablution under the cut (nudity)

This is one way to do it

[carebearbussy]

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

ᥫ᭡ 𝙨𝙮𝙥𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝… 𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡.

ᥫ᭡ 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙘!𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

ᥫ᭡ 𝙘𝙬: 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬/ 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙤𝙩, 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙫𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 216

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𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

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You don't know how you ended up here.

Currently, you were standing on the steep steps of the Zen'in estate, alongside Uraume, Kenjaku, and, well, yourself. But you didn't feel like yourself. Instead, you felt an overwhelming evil fill your system. You felt the bile in the pit of your stomach churn, and the air in your lungs suddenly gained heaviness. But of course, you were supposed to be ready for this kind of thing.

You watched Uraume dismantle a giant cursed spirit, splitting it from the inside out and freezing its insides. Their expression told you that they were indifferent to this kind of treatment. "Whats wrong Y/N? Never seen a cursed spirit bleed?" Kenjaku spoke up. "I-I have..." that was a lie. And it was clear Kenjaku knew that, but he let you have your reassuring moment.

Uraume had previously informed you about the ritual of bathing in the blood of cursed spirits. It made your head spin even thinking about it. They called you 'weak' or 'tender' for saying that. But I mean, who wouldn't be disgusted by a giant bleeding cursed spirit? The sight was downright vile.

"Y/N, Please do not keep Sukuna Sama waiting." Uraume says. "What? Where is he?" You say, trying to keep your composure. "He is down those stairs, in the bath I have prepared for him. He has ordered me to inform you upon your arrival, to come to his side. I can show you the way if you would like."

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"What are you looking at, brat? You wanna come in?" Sukuna says, staring directly into your eyes. Most of his head was submerged under the crimson fluid that surrounded him, and he had a lustful look in his eyes when he spoke to you. One of the many things that never failed to make you weak in the knees.

"I wouldn't prefer that... I don't wanna get my hair wet." Which was an obvious lie, to the truth that you were scared. But Sukuna knew you too well, and could see through your facade. And with a chuckle, he said, "Women are so dramatic sometimes. But I can tell you're lying. You're scared, is that it?" You pause and look at the scene before you. The pool of blood is at least a couple meters deep, and it was absolutely huge to your standards. "You scared of drowning? Ill hold you up then. These worries of yours are irrelevant to me. Be a big girl and get inside already."

You didn't want to seem weak in front of Sukuna, but the thing was, he already knew you were weak. So there was truly no need to hide that from him. Sukuna basically knew everything about you, as being one of the perks of being his favorite playthings. You aren't too sure how you managed to get this far into your questionable relationship with the curse, but it really happened with no negotiation. He suddenly took a liking to you and your uncoordinated self. Something about you was charming to him. How cute.

You suck in your breath and close your eyes, as you are reassuring yourself to be more brave. But as you make your descent downwards, it was hard to. Which in turn makes you trip over your steps, with a loud shriek. But as you land and fall feet first inside the water, you find yourself being held up by Sukunas arms. "Such a clumsy thing to do in front of your king." He says, clearly amused in your antics.

You start to quietly panic, as the only thing holding you up in the deep liquid is Sukunas strong hold on your thrushing body, keeping his hands attached to your waist. "Calm down already. You aren't drowning as long as i'm here." His words didn't fix your crumbling composure.

"You need my help? Or do I need to teach you how to calm the fuck down."

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You couldn't think straight.

With the way Sukunas hips piled rived into yours, it turned you into a blabbing mess. He had brought you to the shallow area of the steps while still submerged. While he was siting on one of the steps, you were going practically dumb on his cock. You held onto his shoulders with each hard thrust of his hips, holding on for dear life at this point.

All that could be heard was splashing from the waves that formed around the two of you, and the squelching of your aroused pussy.

"K-kuna please-" You say as his cock continues his assault on your poor cunt, his gruff hands moving your hips up and down like a ragdoll. "Holy shit- hhahhh- I cant- Please" "Use your words, big girl." He says, a harsh hand coming up to grab and handful of your hair. "Its too much- im gonna cum soon kuna!" You say embarrassingly, hiding your face into Sukunas shoulder.

"Aw, but we just got started right?" He says with a fake pout. This little fucker. "Cmon, keep trying. You wish to please me, correct?" With a smug grin tugging his lips, he forces your head to look over your shoulder at the mess your making on his cock.

"Uraume! Get us a robe while your at it, yeah?" Sukuna yells from across the room, his eyes preoccupied on your shaking body. "At once, my lord." Uraume says, taking a leave. Uraume? Were they here the whole time? You went too blank spaced in the mind to even notice anybody else.

But your thoughts come to a halt when Sukuna stops, flips you around and ruts into you from behind, his hands snaking around your waist, head resting on your shoulder, causing you to grab onto his thighs for dear life. The relenting pace he was going at, paired with the angle he was fucking your pussy in made you see stars, indicating your soon coming release.

"Right there- shit right there! Don't stop- please-!" You held your head hanging low, too focused on the pleasure Sukuna was handing your way. "Oh my, so bossy today. Who are you to think you can order me around?" He says, low groans leaving his mouth from behind your shoulder. "Im about to- oh my god oh my god-" And with that you cum, your cunt convulsing and tightening around his length, practically milking him.

"Good fucking girl, let it all out." He says, while still thrusting into you, maintaining his relentless pace. "Stop! Too much-" You yelled, mouth hanging open uncontrollably. "You want me to fill you up? You'd want that wouldn't you. You want your kings seed?" He grabs the sides of your face, and moves his hands in and out, mimicking the movement of your mouth and saying in a high pitched voice 'Yes, I want my kings seed!'

He laughs with Uraume at this, who is standing unbothered at the sight before them. Holding two matching robes for the two of you. You couldn't help but let out loud moans from how overwhelmed you were. "You see that Uraume? Shes embarassed, its pathetic really. the poor thing isn't used to people watching." "The way she is moving tells me she is, she is overreacting really." Uraume says, observing the sight, with no lustful intentions. Your head starts shaking, trying to say you don't. "Please Kuna! I cant-

"You like when they watch? My drama queen truly." He says, slowing down his movements. "Fuck, being so good for me. Heres your reward, pet." And with a harsh groan, releases inside of your fluttering pussy, filling you to the brim with his seed, and painting your inner walls white. You whimper with your head low, as Sukuna rests his head in the crook of your neck, hands still resting on your hips.

He pulls out of you and flips you around, grabbing your chin. You are basically on the brim of passing out from how intense that was. He picks you up by the ass, forcing glops of cum to drool out of your cunt, and pool into the water. Sukuna looks amused at the piece of art he had just created.

"Good job brat. Uraume! Get us those towels, and make sure she can stand, I don't need an annoying little pet the next day."

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[lilliankoo]

play you like a game, boy 🗡️ jeon jungkook.

chapter 3/8

genre: antagonist tribe leader jk x princess reader.

word count: 4.9k

previous chapter links- chapter 2 next chapter 4

synopsis: he looks like an angel but is a devil- well that's what your kingdom thinks. he is also the blessed leader of tribe "lav"; even a leaf cannot move without his permission but here he was in-front of you on his knees. while the whole tribe bows to him- he only bows to you. now, there are two paths presented to you- marry him & return his love or refuse & watch him conquer your father's kingdom. power is an evil yet a tempting apple-and now its in your hands- are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt others? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

warnings: emotional manipulation, power dynamics, forced marriage, mystical elements, manipulation, secrets, made-up culture and traditions, jealousy and possessiveness, mysticism and divine Intervention. made up goddess, tribe etc. calling the leader “mother” (clears throat), i made the reader a french princess caus…im french :D aayyyyyeeee, let me know if i should anything else

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You pass through the long hallways, heading toward the chambers you now share with Jungkook. The steady hum of the villagers' voices and the overwhelming weight of the day's rituals still echo in your head, leaving your mind dizzy and disoriented. The palace feels too grand, too foreign, and every step you take only adds to the suffocating sense of being trapped in a gilded cage.

But as you walk deeper into this side of the palace, something shifts. The air seems to change. The space opens up, revealing a vast courtyard that stretches out before you, bathed in the soft glow of the fading evening sun. The scent of lilies—your favorite flowers—floats in the air, and you pause, blinking in surprise. Could Jungkook have known? But no, that's impossible. You dismiss the thought with a shake of your head.

A gentle breeze lifts the soft pink curtains that adorn the arched windows, making them flow like ribbons in the wind. The sight makes you smile, a small, fleeting moment of peace in an otherwise overwhelming day.

“We are here, Mother Y/N,” one of the helpers says, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blink, confused. You’ve heard this word far too many times today. "Mother?" you repeat, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. "Why is everyone calling me that? I’m not a mother."

You yank at the ribbons tied around your wrists, frustration bubbling inside you. The bracelets, delicate and intricate, unravel with a soft rattle, scattering beads across the floor. The helpers gasp, rushing to gather them, but your focus remains on the older woman who spoke to you.

She stands with quiet composure, the first person besides Jungkook who dares to meet your gaze instead of staring at the ground. Her eyes hold something; calm yet unwavering.

“There are things only Jungkook can explain to you,” she says, her voice steady.

You straighten, the defiance in you rising. "So bring him here," you challenge.

The helpers freeze, the air thick with tension. You take a few determined steps toward the older woman, now standing face-to-face with her. The distance between you feels like the space between two opposing forces and you refuse to back down.

“If there are things only Jungkook can tell me," you insist, your voice firm, "then bring him here.”

She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t waver. "We cannot do that," she responds calmly. "The men are celebrating. They’ll be drinking tonight. There is a reason why all the women are kept here, away from the common ground. It can get dangerous."

For a moment, you consider backing down. You’ve never wanted to trouble others you're not that cruel. But everything about this marriage, these rituals, this forced life, weighs on you. You can't ignore the way you've been shoved into this new world, without answers or choice.

“I won’t enter the chambers until Jungkook comes here,” you declare, folding your arms across your chest.

The helpers insist again, but you stand firm. As they begin to leave, you turn away, frustrated and exhausted. The door to the balcony stands before you, an open escape from the chaos inside. You walk toward it, your thoughts swirling with questions. You gaze at the now visible moon, a silent witness to the mess of your life.

You close your eyes, a prayer escaping your lips, soft and desperate.

“Do you hear me?”

A voice behind you breaks the silence, and you whirl around, heart skipping a beat. Jungkook stands there, but he’s different now. No jewels. No elaborate mantle. His hair, usually tied back with precision, flows freely around his shoulders. He’s dressed simply; a vest and pants, casual and unadorned. He looks more human, less like the grand tribe leader from the ceremony.

Your heart races, and for a moment, you forget to speak. You square your shoulders, trying to steady yourself, and finally ask the question that’s been gnawing at you since you first stepped into this palace.

"Why does everyone keep calling me 'mother'?" you ask, the words slipping out in a mixture of frustration and confusion.

Jungkook’s eyes meet yours, but he says nothing. He simply stands there, admiring you with a gaze that lingers, like he’s memorizing every detail. You’re taken aback by the intensity of his stare. His silence feels like a puzzle you're not sure how to solve.

You wait for him to respond, but when the seconds stretch on, you can't help but snap, the tension in you breaking. “What? Drank too much already?” you ask, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jungkook’s lips curl into a small, amused smile. Without warning, he steps toward you and pulls you into him, his hands settling at your waist. His touch is confident, almost possessive, as he meets your gaze with that same quiet smile.

“I know you don’t like men who drink,” he says, his voice low and steady. “I gave up drinking a year ago.”

The words hit you like a cold wave. A year ago. He’s been plotting this for longer than you thought—since before you ever met him. Now you are sure that He knows about the lilies. He knows everything. And that realization sends a chill down your spine.

Before you can say anything, Jungkook takes your hands, leading you toward the chambers with quiet determination. You’re too stunned to speak, the weight of the situation settling around you like a heavy cloak. There’s so much you don’t know, and for the first time, you wonder; what else has he planned? What else does he know?

You can feel the walls closing in, but for now, you're too scared to ask any more questions.

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The door closes softly behind you, the faint echo of it clicking into place still reverberating in the quiet chambers. The room feels warmer now, more intimate, with the fading light of dusk casting long shadows across the stone walls. Without a word, he gestures for you to sit on the bed. The silken covers shimmer in the low light, soft and inviting. You comply, though your mind still churns with the many questions Jungkook left unanswered. As you settle on the bed, he stands before you, his eyes dark with an intensity that makes your heart flutter nervously.

Without hesitation, he begins untying the delicate ribbons of the bracelets on your wrists. His fingers are surprisingly gentle as they work through the knots, each movement slow, purposeful, almost reverent. The bracelets fall away, beads scattering across the floor like tiny fragments of your old life. You can’t help but notice how his touch lingers, just a moment longer than necessary, before his hands move to your shoulders.

“Let me help you,” he murmurs, his voice low and calming.

Before you can respond, he guides your arms out of the intricate layers of clothing, leaving you in the delicate chemise that clings to your form. The thin fabric feels cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room and his presence. You suddenly feel exposed, both physically and emotionally, as his eyes scan you, though there’s no judgment in them; just an unspoken understanding.

His hands move to yours, gently cupping them, "I cannot tell you much just yet,” he begins, his voice soothing but laced with something else, something you can't quite place. “You will start to understand with time. This forest is blessed by a goddess, even though I am the leader, it is she who watches over us. She gave me this role, but she works with women. It is a woman’s power that sustains everything here.”

You listen carefully, though the words don't entirely make sense. Your mind reels with the implications. He continues, unaware of the storm of thoughts brewing inside you.“I am the leader, and you are my wife,” he says, his grip tightening on your hands ever so slightly. “People call you ‘mother’ in respect and because your presence will… fix everything.”

You blink, confused, your mind struggling to make sense of what he’s saying. The idea of being a 'mother' here, in this strange place, feels completely uncomfortable to you. But there's something about the way he says it—an undeniable weight to his words—that makes you wonder if there’s more to this than you understand. Still, you’re glad he’s finally spoken, giving you a sliver of an answer, even if it only raises more questions.

“I don’t understand," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t offer further explanation. Instead, his expression softens, and he tilts his head slightly. "In time, you will."

You’re still processing everything when a wave of exhaustion hits you, the weight of the day finally catching up to you. You rub your temples, your body suddenly craving rest.

“I’m tired,” you murmur, your voice heavy with the need to retreat from the storm of emotions inside you. “Where can I take a bath?”

Jungkook’s eyes soften at your words, his expression a mixture of understanding and something deeper you can’t yet read. He gives you a small nod and stands, his movements fluid as he gestures to a nearby door.

“There,” he says simply, leading you toward a door that opens into a private bathing area. The sight that meets your eyes is breathtaking—soft light from hanging lanterns spills over a marble tub filled with steaming water. The air is infused with the scent of lavender and eucalyptus, and you feel the tension in your muscles begin to loosen just by the sight of it.

Before you step into the bath, Jungkook pauses, his gaze shifting to a large wardrobe standing against one of the walls.

“Before you rest,” he says, a slight smile tugging at his lips, “let me show you something.”

You follow him over, and he opens the doors inside, you find an array of clothes—dresses, corsets, and fine fabrics, each one more beautiful than the last. In colours of deep emeralds, soft pinks, and silvery blues. The gowns are intricate, rich with embroidery and lace, while the corsets are designed with a delicacy that suggests they were made specifically for you. It’s clear that every item here has been chosen with care, each one fitting with the taste you’ve never even shared with him.

You run your fingers over the fabrics, astonished at how perfectly they seem to suit you. It feels like he’s known your preferences before you even had a chance to voice them.

“I know this is what your women wear…I mean back at your kingdom,” Jungkook says quietly, watching you with a hint of pride, “I made sure everything here was to your liking.”

You can’t help but feel a mixture of gratitude and unease. How much does he know about me? The question lingers in the back of your mind, but you push it aside for now. This isn’t the moment for doubts.

Instead, you turn back to the bathing area. “I’ll bathe now,” you say softly.

Jungkook doesn’t respond with words, only a quiet nod as he exits the room, leaving you in the privacy of the sanctuary he’s created for you. The bathwater envelops you in warmth, soothing your tired body. The tension slowly melts away as you sink deeper into the water, your mind drifting as you close your eyes.

But just before you can fully lose yourself in the bath, the door to the room opens again. You start, but it’s only Jungkook, now standing in the doorway. He walks toward you, and this time, there’s no command in his step, only an undeniable warmth. his eyes softening as he cups your jaw with his hand, the touch gentle but firm. He holds you there, looking at you as though he’s memorizing every part of you. Then, without a word, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow tender kiss. His warmth lingers, a contrast to the coolness of the bathwater. You can feel his breath against your skin, steady and calm, and in that moment, you almost forget the weight of the world outside this room.

He pulls away just slightly, still holding your face in his hands, and his voice is low, almost intimate. "You have a long day tomorrow, Y/N. I’ll be here to help you settle in—make sure everything is alright. I’ll make sure you feel at ease here."

His words carry a sincerity that catches you off guard, but the quiet reassurance settles something deep inside you. He doesn’t wait for a reply before stepping back, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he turns to leave.

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The soft rustling of the curtains drags you from sleep. Sunlight filters through the delicate fabric, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. You stretch, feeling the lingering weight of yesterday’s emotions, but the restfulness of the night brings a brief sense of peace.

Then, a gentle knock on the door interrupts the quiet.

“Come in,” you murmur, not entirely awake.

The door creaks open, and one of the helpers enters, a polite smile on her face as she approaches you. Her presence feels like an invitation to begin the day, though you’re not sure you're ready for it just yet.

"Good morning, mother Y/N," the helper says softly, her voice carrying a hint of reverence. "It’s time to get you ready for the day."

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes as the helper begins to assist you, bringing you fresh clothing that seems to shimmer under the soft light. The gown she presents to you is stunning—something that would be seen during Marie Antoinette's time: a dress with a fitted bodice, flowing skirts, and delicate lace trim. The pale blue silk contrasts beautifully with your skin, and the fabric feels like a dream against you.

The gown is unlike anything the women in the tribe wear, and the realization fills you with quiet relief. Jungkook, despite his power, respected your wishes. He didn’t force you into tribal attire, the way most of the other women in the village wear. Instead, he gave you the freedom to wear something that resonates with your own heritage, something that speaks of who you are, not just where you are.

As the helper adjusts the delicate lace around your neckline, you notice that your hair is left loose. The lightness of the fabric and the freedom in your appearance feel like a small rebellion against the rigid rules of the tribe, though you know this could all change in time.

Once you’re fully dressed, the helper nods approvingly and gestures toward the door. “It’s time to meet with the council. Jungkook is expecting you.”

The thought of seeing Jungkook again after yesterday’s revelation fills you with a mixture of dread and curiosity. You follow the helper through the winding halls of the palace, your footsteps echoing against the stone floors. As you reach the entrance of the common ground, you take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever comes next.

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The common ground is bustling, filled with various figures of importance. When you step in, you spot Jungkook immediately. He stands tall and composed, wearing traditional tribal clothing, but there's something different about his attire. The materials are exquisite embellished with intricate beadwork and luxurious furs, signaling that even though he embraces the tribe’s customs, his status is unmatched.

He turns when he sees you, a faint smile tugging at his lips. His eyes soften as they meet yours.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Jungkook greets you warmly, stepping forward. “You look beautiful.” You offer him a small smile, though it’s tight around the edges, and nod in acknowledgment. There’s an underlying tension between you, but for now, you don’t speak of it.

As you walk further into the gathering, your eyes scan the room. You notice a few familiar faces, a handful of the tribe’s elders, and someone holding a stack of papers and a quill. The man looks at you and Jungkook, motioning for both of you to sit at the long table in the center of the room. There’s an air of formality to this meeting, and as you sit down, the weight of the situation presses down on your shoulders.

The man speaks first, addressing you with a calm, measured tone.

“Miss Y/N," he says, his words laced with an odd mix of politeness and condescension. "You are an outsider, I mean even though you are Jungkook's wife. You are still the daughter of a French king. Unlike us, you have strong connections with the people outside of this forest. You must want to stay in contact with them. Even though women hold superiority here, it is still the husband’s decision if he will allow you to leave the forest.”

The words hang in the air, and your stomach tightens. Your heart races, and you glance at Jungkook, but he’s looking straight ahead, his expression unreadable. The man turns his gaze to Jungkook, his next set of questions directed at him, his voice official and blunt.

“Do you allow your wife to visit her kingdom?” he asks.

Jungkook glances at you, and for a split second, you think you see a flicker of something—maybe hesitation, maybe understanding—but it’s gone before you can fully grasp it.

“Yes,” Jungkook says, his voice unwavering. “But only once a month, and I will accompany her.”

You blink, surprised by his words, but something inside you stirs. He still intends to control even that, though the small concession feels like a victory. For now, anyway.

The man doesn’t hesitate. “Do you allow her to stay overnight in her kingdom?”

“No,” Jungkook responds firmly, his eyes still on you, but the words feel like a physical blow.

A cold anger coils in your chest. The thought of never being able to visit your family without his watchful eye is suffocating. You never wanted this. Never asked for it.

The man pauses before asking, “Do you allow her parents to visit here?”

The question feels like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t even thought about that possibility, but now it feels like another sharp cut into your already wounded heart.

“No,” Jungkook says, without hesitation.

The room grows silent, the weight of the conversation pressing down on you. You can feel the anger building within you, the frustration at being trapped in a place that feels more and more like a gilded cage.

The meeting wraps up quickly after that, and without a word to Jungkook, you stand and make your way toward the door, your legs moving on their own accord. Your heart beats faster, every step toward your chambers feeling heavier than the last. The cool air outside is a welcome relief, but it doesn’t quiet the storm raging inside you.

Just as you’re about to step into the privacy of your chambers, Jungkook catches up with you, his hand gently grasping your arm.

“Y/N,” he says, his voice calm, though there’s a hint of frustration beneath the surface. “Like I said, you’ll understand with time. I still allowed you to visit, even though the forest forbids it. I’ve done more than what was required of me.”

You look at him, and for a moment, it feels like your heart might shatter. Tears threaten to spill, but you swallow them down, biting your lip as your frustration boils over.

With a short, bitter laugh, you turn away from him, your voice thick with emotion as you mutter, “Understand? I don’t think I’ll ever understand.”

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You don’t go to your chambers.

Instead, you walk past the familiar halls and the rooms that have become a cage, pushing yourself deeper into the forest. The tall trees stand like silent sentinels, their shadows stretching across the ground, offering the solitude you desperately crave. you find yourself outside, near a quiet lake, the ripples of the water mirroring the turbulence inside you.

You stand there, staring at the still water, and allow yourself a moment to breathe. What now? You don’t know the answer. But you do know one thing: you won’t stay here quietly. You won’t let this place swallow you whole.

The peaceful stillness of the lake settles around you as you sit by its edge, lost in thought. The air is cool and calming, and the ripples of the water are the only sounds that fill the space.

Then, a voice breaks the silence.

"Ah, look at this angel."

You blink, snapping out of your thoughts, and instinctively turn your head toward the source of the voice. Across the lake, standing on the opposite bank, is a woman. Unlike anyone you’ve seen before, her presence is both serene and striking.

She has two earthen pots resting at her feet, their earthy tones contrasting with the pale blue of the lake. Her beauty is ethereal, almost otherworldly, and it draws you in. Her long, dark hair is partially hidden by a delicate veil that drapes around her head, but unlike the veils of the women in the tribe, this one doesn’t cover her face. Instead, it simply rests gently on her head, flowing with a soft elegance.

You can’t help but stare, captivated by her. Her green eyes—bright and vivid like the heart of the forest itself—hold your gaze, steady and unwavering.

She bends down gracefully, her movements fluid, like a dancer. You watch as she fills one of the pots with water from the lake, her hands steady and sure. The way she moves seems effortless, as though the world around her is just an extension of her being. The tension you’d felt earlier seems to ease just by watching her, and for a brief moment, you forget about the complications of your new life here. Her presence is so calming, so completely different from the chaos you’ve been swept into.

The air between you two feels thick with something unspoken, a connection you can’t quite place. As she fills the second pot, she never breaks eye contact with you, her gaze never faltering. There’s a quiet understanding between the two of you, as though she sees more than just your outward appearance.

A soft breeze moves through the trees, rustling the leaves, but still, the woman stands perfectly still, her green eyes locked with yours. You want to speak, but the words catch in your throat. There’s a strange pull in the air, a magnetism that makes your heart race in a way you didn’t expect.

The silence stretches, and you wait for her to speak, for her to break the connection. But she doesn’t. She simply looks at you, her expression unreadable yet full of something profound, as if she understands your confusion, your turmoil, perhaps even more than you do. After a long moment, she turns her gaze toward the water once more, adjusting the pots, as though nothing unusual had passed between you two. But the moment lingers in the air, settling in your chest, as if she’s left a mark on your soul.

The air is thick with the unspoken tension between you and the mysterious woman, As she adjusts the earthen pots on the ground, you finally gather enough courage to break the silence.

“Who are you?” you ask, your voice steady but curious.

She lifts her gaze to meet yours, and a soft, musical laugh escapes her lips. It’s not mocking, but rather a gentle, knowing sound. “I am not from here,” she says simply, her tone calm and smooth. “I am merely here to fetch fresh water.”

You nod slowly, taking in her words, but there’s something in her manner that makes you feel there’s more to her than she’s letting on.

“Is he troubling you?” she asks, her voice low but pointed.

Your brows furrow, a twinge of confusion passing through you. “Who?” you ask, not sure if you’re hearing her correctly.

Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile. “Your man,” she replies, her gaze unwavering. She watches you carefully, as though reading the turmoil in your eyes. There’s a silent understanding between you two, though neither of you speaks it aloud. She doesn’t press further, instead turning her attention back to the pots she’s preparing to carry.

“You think you are defenseless here," she says, her voice low and cryptic. "But it’s him. He is at your mercy, not the other way around. He cannot hurt you like you can hurt him, he worships you."

Her words hang in the air, each one heavy with unspoken meaning. You try to make sense of them, but they only leave you more confused than before. There’s something about the way she says it—something in her eyes—that makes your skin prickle.

Before you can ask more questions, you hear a voice calling out your name. You freeze, and your heart skips a beat. It’s Jungkook’s voice, unmistakable and close.

You quickly glance back toward the sound, your chest tightening. When you turn around to speak to the woman once more, to ask her to elaborate, she’s gone. she vanished without a trace. There’s no rustling of leaves, no footsteps to mark her departure. She’s simply gone, as though she was never there at all.

Your breath catches in your throat as a strange feeling settles in your gut. You stand frozen, staring out over the lake, the strange woman’s words still echoing in your mind. The stillness of the water reflects the cloudy sky, but inside, your thoughts are a storm. What did she mean? What did she know? Who was she?

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, and your heart skips a beat. You turn just as you see Jungkook breaking through the bushes, his eyes searching the area for you. The look on his face is a mixture of relief and concern. Without a word, he reaches you and pulls you into his arms, enveloping you in his warmth.

"Are you okay?" His voice is low, thick with worry.

You nod, still lost in your thoughts, but he doesn’t release you. His hold tightens as he pulls back slightly to look at you, his eyes searching yours, trying to read what’s hidden there. He asks again, softer this time, "Are you sure you're okay?"

For a moment, you’re still, not knowing how to respond. You had run from him earlier, angry, confused, needing space but now, standing here in his arms, it feels like the fury is draining away, leaving behind a strange emptiness. Your thoughts linger on the woman by the lake, the cryptic things she had said. The words she’d spoken, they haunt you.

You suddenly forget why you ran. You forget the frustration and the anger. All you can focus on now is the unsettling feeling she left you with. You turn your gaze back to Jungkook, his steady, concerned gaze pulling you back to the present. Without realizing it, you reach for his hand, holding it as you ask, "How many other tribes live in the forest?"

Jungkook’s expression shifts, his brows furrowing slightly. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a moment, the world feels suspended between you two. He studies your face, his own expression unreadable. Finally, he answers, his voice steady.

"One. Only one." He pauses, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. "The Devti goddess only blessed the Jeons, and we are the last ones standing."

You don’t know what to say to that, but something feels off. You look away, distracted by the thought of the woman. She had said she wasn’t from here, but she didn’t seem to fit with the tribe, either. She had a familiarity about her, but it was different from the others.

“I saw someone, a woman,” you finally speak, your voice hesitant.

At the mention of the woman, Jungkook visibly tenses. His body stiffens, and his eyes narrow with suspicion. He doesn’t say anything at first, but you can feel the change in his energy, the way his gaze sharpens.

You continue, your words slipping out before you can stop them. “She said she is not from here, she’s here to get water.”

Jungkook’s eyes darted around quickly, as though searching for something or someone. His hand immediately drops from yours as he reaches around to his back, pulling out a knife from the sheath hidden beneath his cloak. He doesn’t look at you as he holds it in his hand, but his voice comes out low, almost urgent.

"Sometimes we have neighboring tribes come through here," he says, still looking around, his attention divided. "Picking fruits, collecting water... The Lav Forest is blessed, but other tribes don’t have enough to eat or drink. It’s not safe, they’re not always friendly."

Jungkook doesn’t say more, his eyes still scanning the perimeter as he begins to move you back toward the palace. He walks with purpose, guiding you quickly, but gently, back toward the safety of the palace walls. As you move through the trees, you can’t help but feel the weight of the unknown pressing against you—what did Jungkook know that he wasn’t telling you?

The forest around you seems to grow darker, more ominous with every step. And for the first time, you feel the real weight of what it means to be a part of this forest. You don’t know what to expect next, but the feeling in the air has shifted.

You’re no longer just a “visitor” here. You’re entangled in something much bigger than you thought.

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author’s note: thank u so much for the love on my silly fanfic, im glad so many people are enjoying it. due to the nature of the story i have to wait a little before i write smut, hope da freaks understand >_< muaaah.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

john constantine doctor fate raven and zatanna will be the new reader family that uses voodoo because my baby deserves better

(I've haven't written about my girl in awhile and you guys really liked her in the other fic so here she is lol)

When you first met the magic users of Gotham or the Teen Titans, it confused you just a little. You were a young priestess in training, meant to take after your mother to be the next high priestess and worship your loa. Your magic was tied to your religion and beliefs: making offerings to your loa, praying to your loa, and doing dances to make the loa happy, and bathing to expel all evil from your talisman, making sure that the purple gem shimmered and shined like no other. But with Zatanna and Constantine, you thought they abused their magic; they had no spiritual ties like you did. For a long time, you thought Raven was a loa, but when you pulled on her cape, you realized she was actually alive and not a spirit. It made you feel silly, but there was a magical aura in you that was so bright it could never seem to dim. It shone like no other until it didn't—until you fell down the route of despair and stopped taking care of your talisman, letting the jewel turn a dark purple, your aura growing dim and your magic losing all its light. That’s when Raven invited you to do some mediation and begged you to take better care of yourself, seeing that if you went down this path of anger and sadness, it scared her because she was once just like you. She read up all she could about Vodou and practiced some rituals with you just so that amulet could glow once again. Zatanna has now become a sister to you, showing you little magic tricks that make you laugh. Her purple eyes glimmer when she sees the darkness being extracted from your gem; a girl as pretty as you should never be sad. Constantine makes it his business to check up on you; he'll drag you out of bed and make you go out and feel the sun. He's tired of those evil spirits feeding on your soul. He'll try his very best not to make you feel alone, and it works. You'll give him a smile or two. Dr. Fate might just be your favorite out of them all. He's a serious and stoic man, but deep down, he's a big softy and loves to know more about you and your loa and your supreme God. You'll show him all the magic you know and are still learning, since you're just a priestess in training. You offered to do a ceremonial dance for him, and he was intrigued. You looked so beautiful moving around in that white dress with your hair tied back. It was a dance to celebrate the loa Ayida-Weddo, and for that, you had to flow like water while also moving like a snake. In the end, you taught him a step or two, even though he wasn't the best dancer.

[monro3-rambles]

i'm fucking evil

Title: “Even Death Couldn’t Keep You” Pairing: Sukuna x Wife!Reader Genre: Angst, Reincarnation, Soft Redemption Tinge Word Count: ~1,300

He didn’t feel it at first.

Not truly. Not in a way that made sense.

The moment your heart stopped, the cursed energy in you vanished—and the world felt wrong. Not empty. Not cold. Just… incomplete.

A glitch in the system. A crack across the sky.

You had been immortal.

He made sure of it. He had torn kingdoms apart for it. Fed you talismans soaked in divine blood, bathed your soul in curses, carved ancient sigils into your bones to bind you to him for eternity.

So how? How could you—how dare you—die?

He stood over your body for hours. Days. It didn’t matter. Time was nothing without you.

You looked peaceful, and that made it worse. Like you simply slipped away instead of fighting to stay. Like you chose to leave him.

His fists were clenched, trembling. Not with rage—never rage. He had nothing left to destroy.

He already lost the one thing that mattered.

“Sukuna,” Uraume said quietly, from behind. “We must prepare the rites—”

“Get out,” he growled, not turning around.

“Sukuna—”

“I SAID—” his voice broke, raw and bitter, “—get out.”

They left.

He knelt beside you.

You always looked small when you were asleep. It used to amuse him. The King of Curses, tamed by something so delicate. So mortal.

Except you weren’t mortal. Not anymore. Not since he made you something beyond human. Beyond death.

So why—

He pressed his forehead to yours. His claws curled around your lifeless fingers.

“…I would’ve killed the gods for you,” he whispered, hollow. “And I did.”

You didn’t answer. Of course you didn’t.

He’d killed men for less.

He would burn the stars for more time.

But nothing came.

Nothing worked.

She was gone.

The first and only thing he called his own, the only soul who reached into the abyss and stayed—was gone.

And Sukuna, for the first time in thousands of years, was left behind.

Years passed. Decades. Centuries.

He let the world rot.

The rituals were pointless. The offerings a mockery.

He became nothing but myth and fear again. No longer king—just a monster.

He wanted to fade, sometimes. Let the fury eat him whole.

But your name stayed etched in his soul like a scar that never healed. And he never forgot.

Then came the vessel.

Sukuna wasn’t surprised when some foolish brat consumed his finger. It was bound to happen eventually. And he didn’t care—just another pathetic host to wear like a skin.

But then—

Then he saw you.

Not across a battlefield. Not in a dream. Inside the vessel.

You weren’t fully there—just a flicker, a soul clinging to his like a forgotten thread.

But he felt you.

Felt you.

His cursed heart stuttered. A phantom ache surged through him like blood rushing into old wounds.

“...No,” he hissed inside the domain. “It can’t be.”

But there you were.

Your essence. Your signature. That soft, defiant warmth that always contradicted his rot.

You weren’t complete yet. Reincarnated, but sleeping. Waiting. Like he had.

The vessel didn’t know. No one did.

But he knew. He would always know.

“You little fool,” he whispered to himself, staring at the fragment of you curled deep in Yuji Itadori’s soul. “You followed me.”

He should’ve laughed.

Instead, he trembled.

It was pathetic. Undignified. Human.

But he felt something he hadn’t in over a thousand years.

Hope.

Later, when you opened your eyes—

It wasn’t in a shrine. Or a palace. Or a battlefield like before.

It was a classroom.

You didn’t remember everything—just flashes. Heat. Teeth. A laugh like thunder and blood in your veins that didn’t belong to you.

But when you looked into Yuji’s reflection one night and your eyes flashed a little too red…

A voice greeted you.

Low. Reverent. Terrified.

“…You’re here.”

You froze.

“Don’t be afraid,” the voice said. “It’s me.”

“...Who are you?”

A pause. Then:

“The one you made a monster of.” “The one who never forgot you.” “The one who waited.”

And deep inside you, like a second heartbeat rising from the ashes—

You remembered.

[lavendermoonlove]

Lavender - plant profiles #1

Hi my lovelies! I wanted to start this new series where I share my research and UPG regarding a plant. Apart from that I love working with herbs, this series also challenges me to connect with plants I don’t use often in my craft. However today I wanted to talk about lavender, my favourite herb in the whole universe.

Names Latin: Lavandula, with the two common varieties being Lavandula angustifolia and Lavandula latifolia. Folk names: Elf Leaf (for the leaves), Nard & Nardus (for the flowers), Spike (Lavandula latifolia).

Plant Profile Gender: Masculine Planet: Mercury Element: Air Personal correspondences: Dream magic, sleep, harmony, peace, relaxing Other correspondences: Protection, love, chastity, happiness longevity, healing and purification Personal association: I personally associate lavender with the Greek goddess Hekate. It’s the second most offered up herb to her in my practice, with mugwort stealing first place. She seems to quite like it when I offer lavender to her.

Folk uses Most commonly lavender has been used for sleep. It works wonders to calm the mind and help induce sleep. Often lavender is incorporated in a sachet that’s then placed under a pillow or a tea is brewed with it. Lavender has also been used in spell bags or worn as a fragrance in regards to love workings. Clothing dabbed with the fragrance of the flower, attracts love. The scent of lavender is believed to attract men. The essential oil was worn by well you know several centuries ago to advertise their profession and through magic attract men. This last fact makes it an ideal herb for more intimate love workings.

It was believed that the plant was so powerful, if one looked at it while being depressed all sorrow will leave and the person will feel happy. The fact that the scent of lavender stayed for a long time made that the plant was associated with longevity. It was also believed that lavender would protect against evil eye and was therefore also added to purification baths. Lavender was often used in herbal baths by both the Greeks and Romans. It was also believed that a sprinkle of lavender water on the head of a loved one would keep them chaste.

Modern uses In modern practice, lavender has also been used to cleanse a space by burning it, incorporating it in washes or incense. Lavender is ideal for cleansing a space while simultaneously filling that energetic “void” that’s left after cleansing with relaxing energies. Alternatively, fresh sprigs of the flower are dipped in moon water to sprinkle water around the home. Furthermore, lavender is used for home blessing spells or potpourri. Many practitioners now still use lavender for it’s calming properties. Lavender will therefore often be added to ritual baths for this purpose or added to sachets meant to calm someone down.

Personal uses In all honesty, more often than not I will incorporate lavender in workings. Though, I will be honest and say that I do not use lavender for protection. I find that since it’s ruled by mercury it doesn’t have the desired effect I want. I often find herbs ruled by mars or the sun like nettle or juniper to be way better for this. The type of workings I will use lavender for the most would be those where I seek to add harmonious or calming energies. For example, you might want to carry with you a sachet containing lavender so that it calms your anxiety down. Do you have an important job interview tomorrow? Lavender being ruled by mercury makes it perfect to calm your mind down and perhaps aid you with communicating during that interview.

Would you like to do a working to aid in dream communication? Make a dream pillow with lavender and mugwort to help with that.

Have you been arguing often in a certain room in your house? Cleanse your space with lavender and rosemary and then hang some lavender in that room. Lavender is so incredibly versatile and truly a staple in my craft. It also smells incredible and the purple hues make my heart skip a beat every time.

Due to it being ruled by mercury it’s perfect for incorporating it in offerings to the khtonic epithets of Hermes. Being part of the mint family, it also makes it perfect for offerings to Hades. However, because of this same fact, in my personal experience Persephone doesn’t tend to appreciate lavender as an offering. As we all might know, Hades was suspected of having a tryst with the nymph Minthe, who then was turned into mint by Persephone out of jealousy. I personally tend to only incorporate lavender in offerings to Hekate. Lavender has been the first herb I ever deeply connected with, long before I became a witch. But through personal experiences within that connection, I have noticed aspects of Hekate. This made me realise that Hekate has been with me long before I became a Hellenic Polytheist. Therefore to me it seemed sensible to associate lavender with Hekate and makes it a perfect personal offering to her.

I hope you liked today’s post and that you have learnt a bit more about my one true love lavender💜

[tiredwitchplant]

It's Time for Samhain! (Oct 31- Nov 1)

What is Samhain? In the Celtic calendar, Samhain marks the end of summer and the harvest season, and the beginning of the dark, cold winter months. It falls opposite Beltane on May 1, which represents the beginning of spring and the life-filled growing season.

It’s believed that the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest on Samhain. Historically, people were worried that they would encounter ornery spirits if they ventured outside on Samhain night, so they dressed as ghosts or wore masks to disguise themselves. Folks would leave treats on their front porch or place an extra setting at the table to welcome any friendly spirits who stopped by. You can see how these Samhain rituals easily morphed into our modern-day version of trick-or-treating in costume.

Nighttime bonfires were another of the long-standing Samhain rituals - this one was thought to help combat the impending darkness of winter and the fearful chill that accompanied the idea of roaming spirits. Because the veil between living and dead is believed to be the thinnest on this night, Samhain is also a powerful night for divination and spellcasting by candlelight.

Usual Symbols of Samhain:

Ale or Mead

Pumpkins

Skulls

Besom or Broom

Beans

Cauldron

Bats

Keys

Squash

Pomegranate

Nuts

Apples and Cider

Bones

Herbs and Plants for Samhain:

Rosemary – Associated with remembrance and is needed during this season in taking time to honor the memories of our ancestors and other lost loved ones. Can be used in an incense blend and at ancestor altar

Fall Flowers – Includes flowers like marigolds and chrysanthemums. Are associated with protection and chrysanthemums come in handy with connecting to the spirit world

Apples (the fruit, branches and blossoms) – Is considered sacred to a lot of gods. A good apple harvest means that the gods have shown the community their favor. You can use apples in different rituals, especially divination

Pomegranates – Is associated with the realm of the underworld and helps with communication with the dead. It is also associated with fertility of the fall.

Squashes, Pumpkins and Gourds – Is associated with abundance and provides sustenance for your family when the fields become bare and covered in snow. Is linked to psychic awareness and development and protection.

Mugwort – Is associated with divination and dreaming. Using Mugwort baths or incenses in the rituals can focus on treating depression, especially with the seasons changing

Rowan Trees – The branches and berries are a way to keep evil spirits out of your house and are associated with good health. If you plant a tree near a grave, it will prevent the dead from rising.

Sage – Is associated with cleansing and grounding. Is a great incense to cleanse your home to bring in the new and out with the old

Hawthorn – Has been associated with the gateway between humans and the spirit world. Is also rumored to an area where you can see fairies.

Crystals for Samhain:

Amethyst – Aids in opening one’s third eye and is valuable to be able to see Samhain’s spirits around

Black Obsidian – Is great for grounding and protect from evil spirits. Can be used in scrying when speaking to deities and spirits of Samhain

Citrine – Is used to honor the sun. Aids in prosperity spells and carries joy

Black Tourmaline – Wards off unwanted spirits from your property and can be buried into the ground to protect from psychic attacks and spirit intrusion

Orange Calcite – Orange is a sacred color to Samhain. This stone is associated with one’s sacral chakra and can cleanse and align reproductive organs, sexuality and get creativity flowing

Bloodstone – Known to heal cardiovascular illness and disease. Can help with ancestry links and work

Spirit Quartz – Is great in helping communicate with the spirits of Samhain and releasing old and toxic habits

Lepidolite – Used to appease the fairies that roam during Samhain

Serpentine – Is associated with snakes and aids in remembering past lives. Loki seems to like this stone and may be great to use for him if you work with him during this season

Dragonstone – Dragons are guardians of the earth, spirits of place, and connect us to Mother Nature. Helps say goodbye to the old years and our old selves

Skull shaped Stones – Since skulls are symbols of Samhain, skull shaped stone can help with symbolism during this holiday. They represent the life-death-rebirth cycle, wisdom and our ancestors

Spells and Rituals:

A Samhain Tea (Apple and Hawthorn Berry)

1 apple, sliced

2 Tablespoon dried hawthorn berries (or 4 Tablespoons fresh)

1 cinnamon stick

A pinch of cloves

4 cups water

Honey, to taste (optional)

Combine all ingredients in a small stockpot.

Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer, covered, for 10 minutes.

Strain the plant material from the tea, then transfer the tea into two mugs.

Enjoy one for yourself, and leave the other on your table or front porch to nourish any wandering spirits who may pass while the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest.

A Pumpkin Spell for Prosperity

A pumpkin

Some paint

Go to the pumpkin patch (or local store) and select a pumpkin. Or let the pumpkin choose you.

Bring it home and paint prosperity symbols on it – money signs, runes for prosperity or harvest glyphs (whatever means prosperity to you).

Then place by your front door to invite prosperous vibes into your home this Samhain season.

Bonfire Release Purification Spell

Paper

Pen

Source of fire (bonfire, fireplace, candle flame)

Gather your materials and sit by the fire.

Take a few minutes to just listen to the fire crackling.

Gaze into the flames and connect with this powerful element.

Next begin to think about what habit or person you are releasing this Samhain. Think about why you’re purifying your life from this thing or person.

Then write the habit or person down on the piece of paper.

Fold it away from you 3 times.

Hold it in your hands and allow all of the negative thoughts and energies inside of you to “drain” out of you and into the paper.

Then throw it in the fire and say,

“After this Samhain, never again. Never again. I release _________ from my life by the power of the Samhain fire. So, mote it be.”

How to Make a Samhain Altar

Beautiful autumn leaves or flowers that you collect on a nature walk

A candle

A mugwort bundle

A string of rowan beads

A bowl of apples or a small pumpkin

A hawthorn wand or bowl of freshly picked hawthorn berries

A picture of your ancestors

To make an altar, first find a corner of your home or a table surface where you can arrange a few treasures. You don’t need a ton of space. You could use the top of a dresser, the corner of your desk, an unused side table, etc. 

After you’ve assembled your altar, spend some time sitting quietly in the space. Light the candle and/or mugwort wand, sip on a cup of Apple & Hawthorn Berry Tea and meditate on this energetically powerful day. 

I could find specific written instructions for a crystal grid but I found a video!

Crystal Grid for Samhain

Let's get ready for Samhain and have a great and safe time!

[jmliebert]

☆ how to charm Tom Riddle (but you're lowkey evil)☆

also known as ☆ Tom Riddle x Evil!Reader headcanons ☆

Tom is collected, always knowing the secrets and his role in this wicked world. No one can stop him—not even himself—as he marches down the path of destruction for all around him, including himself. Nothing surprises him in his meticulously calculated world, but you.

Hidden behind his impeccable manners and simple brilliance, Tom observes. A lot. One crisp evening, when all the notable Slytherins gather in the common room, he watches silently. Then he notices he’s not alone in his scrutiny. He sees you observing as well (of course, you must be from Slytherin), your eyes shimmering with brightness and something darker he can’t quite decipher, but nevertheless it catches his attention.

One day, he sees you arguing with someone and, naturally, he observes. Situations like that reveal a lot about a person, and once again, he’s (mildly) surprised. You don’t shout. You remain calm, collected, your voice relaxed, your face blank. But your mouth, oh, your mouth, spits words veiled with well-hidden hatred. You have a sharp tongue, but you don’t let your emotions get the better of you. He likes that. You have your own mind and are definitely not a mere follower.

You are a perfect studen as well. He sees you’re bright and handle things effortlessly. What intrigues Tom even more is that you don’t try to fit in. You don’t seek attention; you’re quite a loner really, minding your own business. You don’t need your peers' approval or a crowd of friends. You are your own person. This independence is important to Tom because he prefers to be in the spotlight while you are content in the shadows. There’s a saying: "There cannot be two dragons in one village," and it fits your dynamic perfectly i think.

And also I think he sees behind this independence of yours. Tom feels you are lonely and misunderstood just like him and perhaps that made him want to be closer.

One time Tom "accidentally" walks into the prefect's bathroom where you are bathing. Let me just say; he’s not a pervert; he just wants to provoke a reaction, to see something vulnerable in your eyes he can use against you. You’re in the water, thick fog filling the room, and you remain in your place, unashamed, your body glistening with water. “How can I help you, Tom?” you ask simply and a delicate smile plays on Tom lips at that.

You are a challenge. You know the game he plays, and it’s refreshing. Another significant factor is your fascination with the Dark Arts. You spend much time in the library’s restricted section, where your conversations deepen over shared interests. Tom is charmed to learn you collect cursed tokens and have a hidden liking for the grotesque. You are truly fascinating.

Before long, you’re performing dark magic rituals together—dark offerings and soul-binding spells. You cut your palms and share your blood, keeping your secrets to the grave. But you are still hard to break, your emotions hidden deep inside.

But sometimes, Tom manages to break through. When he does something you disapprove of, you maintain your composure in public. Yet, in secluded corners of the castle, you grab his neck and bite his lips until they bleed during kisses, showing that you do have feelings after all.

"Sometimes all I want is to ruin you."

Tom knows it’s not only lust and shared ambition that keep you close to him. You are strategic. You think ahead, coldly and calculated, which actually gives him peace. It's good to know that after all everyone is the same. That deep inside everyone is a monstrosity. That he can understand.

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you can find more of my works about Tom ♡here♡

[liviawildrose]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝

keep your energy private.

seriously, keeping your energy to yourself isn’t just about privacy; it’s a form of protection. when you keep everything to yourself your plans, your dreams, your struggles you’re building a force field around your future. people can’t taint what they don’t know. your energy is sacred, and you need to protect it at all costs. i know i share a lot of my stories, goals, dreams and struggles on this blog but guys livia wildrose ain’t my real name lol. so even if i’m saying stuff here it’s not like y’all know me personally or how i look like, moreover this is a place for me to see and tract my progress as well as help everyone along the way.

it’s not just about guarding your goals from negative people, it’s also about protecting your peace from unwanted opinions and energy. you have to realize that when you let people in on your vision, you’re giving them the ability to influence your thoughts, your beliefs, and your emotions. keep your energy private so that no one can manipulate it. i’ve mentioned this in take yourself seriously cause you need to be mindful with people around you. now, if you are sharing things with people, always remember this cleanse yourself every single day. you’re not just protecting your energy from others, but also keeping yourself aligned with the higher vibrations you deserve. do your rituals, take your baths, and cleanse your space. salt, turmeric, water whatever it is you use to rid yourself of negativity make it a daily habit. you need to let go of bad energy regularly to keep your spirit clear.

why is this so important?

the world works on energy. when you’re constantly sharing your moves with others, you’re leaving yourself open to their bad vibes. not everyone wants to see you win, and some people might even secretly wish for your downfall. you can’t let that influence your life. also understand that it’s a privilege to be with you. It’s a privilege to be your friend. It’s a privilege to be in the same space as you so please if someone is acting up and is trying to make you feel bad, get rid of them as soon as possible. on top of that, just so you know, evil eye is very real. so please protect yourself from it and a lot of times. It’s these kinds of blockages that stops us from achieving our goals and dreams 

but here’s the kicker: if you’re putting bad energy out there, if you’re secretly wishing for someone else to fail, guess what happens? it reflects right back on you. if you’re praying for someone’s downfall, you’re attracting your own. seriously, what you put out into the universe always comes back, and karma doesn’t miss a beat. if you’re the person trying to take others down or wishing ill will, your life will start crumbling. it’s that simple. i know people that bad things, and they will continue to do bad things to you, but keep in mind that self love is the highest form of protection so they won’t be able to get to you. if you have immense amount of self-love, as well as if you practice, protection, and grounding on daily basis. so you don’t have to go out there and wish that everything bad happens to them. use that energy to build a better life for yourself. stop being a hater, it’s not cute. being an hater will only bring bad energy in your life.

be good to people.

don’t talk bad about others, don’t even think bad about them. if you genuinely wish good things for people, your life will align with those positive energies repeat after me “other people’s success is a proof from the universe/ god that you can have that too” negativity can’t touch you when your heart is clean and pure. when you root for others, you create a cycle of good energy that bounces right back at you.

but if you’re the person who’s always gossiping, throwing shade, or wishing for someone to fall? watch how your life starts falling apart. trust me. it’s not worth it. staying pure, keeping your heart and mind clear of negativity it’s not just for your own good, it’s for your future. like seriously stop, wishing bad for other people. Because guess what karma is very real. So if you wish someone else have a bad day. girl, just be prepared to have a bad day yourself.



protection is key.

to protect yourself from all the bad energy, start wearing crystals or keep them around you (black obsidian, tourmaline etc) crystals have been used for centuries to guard against negative vibrations. find the ones that resonate with you and make them a part of your daily routine. cleanse them regularly, too.

and when you’re taking your bath, make it a ritual. add salt, turmeric, or any cleansing ingredient that feels right to you. when you’re washing away the physical dirt, you’re also washing away the negative energy you might have picked up throughout the day. make it a habit. let the water purify you.

use sage, santo polo etc to keep negative energy away from you even egg cleanse

keep your thoughts pure.

don’t just cleanse your space cleanse your mind. every thought matters. every feeling you put out into the world matters. protect your inner world because the more you focus on positivity and good vibes, the more it will reflect in your external world. keep this in mind that the more positive and nice you are the better. the more you help people god/ universe will help you, the more you. don’t let other people’s negativity make you a bad person stay pure and nice.

your energy, your peace, and your success they all start within. keep your mind clear of judgment, jealousy, and resentment. when you focus on the good, the universe will deliver it right back to you. but if you focus on the bad, on wishing others ill, you’re opening the door for the universe to serve that right back to you. it’s law.

conclusion.

so, cleanse daily. protect your energy. keep your thoughts pure, and keep your dreams to yourself. the world doesn’t need to know your every move. like there is a reason why i never told you guys, what is my ultimate goal, but i will let you know when i finally achieve it. as simple as that, don’t tell your goals, your actions, etc. unless and until it’s done once you’re done only then tell people about it because then they can’t take it away from you. so yeah, keep everything to yourself. but all your opps and friends will know your success when you manifest it with all the positive energy you’ve been building up.

there is nothing wrong in it. not telling your goals and your dreams and your plans etc. this being said you’re only saving yourself from extra criticism and extra pressure that comes with people knowing where you’re heading. because now they’ll keep asking you question and if you fail at a certain step, they will even laugh at you, so you’re just saving yourself from all those extra pressure. plus, there is nothing more sexy than being a mysterious person. who has a lot of layers and nobody knows what’s coming next? be mysterious, but do it properly. some people don’t know how to be mysterious and that just make them look dumb in my eyes. seriously, so if you’re trying to be mysterious, do it properly you know? 

you got this. now go, keep your energy high, your space clear, and your mind focused. your future’s too bright to let anyone dim it.

[coven-of-genesis]

Protection Food Magic: Spellwork from the Stove

There is ancient power in the act of preparing food with intention. In the realm of witchcraft, your kitchen becomes an altar, your tools become ritual instruments, and your meals? They become enchantments—nourishing both your body and your spirit.

Protection food magic is the sacred art of weaving spells into your cooking to shield yourself and your home from negative energy, spiritual attack, or emotional overwhelm. This kind of magic is subtle but strong. It’s magic you can taste.

Here’s how to infuse everyday cooking with protective power:

1. Begin with Intention

Before you cook, ground yourself. Light a candle, breathe deeply, and focus your energy. Say a small blessing over your ingredients, such as:

“With every stir, I strengthen. With every spice, I shield.”

Let your energy flow into the food like an invisible cloak.

2. Choose Protective Ingredients

Certain herbs, spices, and foods have long been used in magical traditions to offer protection. Here are some staples for your kitchen grimoire:

• Garlic – A natural guardian. It’s known to ward off evil spirits and negative entities. Hang garlic braids in your kitchen or roast it into your meals to create a protective aura.

• Basil – A purifier of space and thought. Stir it into soups or sauces to drive away malice and create spiritual clarity.

• Rosemary – Known for remembrance and protection, it strengthens the mind and forms an energetic barrier. Add it to bread, roast dishes, or burn a sprig as incense while you cook.

• Salt – A sacred purifier in nearly all traditions. Sprinkle blessed salt in your cooking, across thresholds, or even in bath water for spiritual cleansing.

• Bay Leaf – Write protective sigils or intentions on a bay leaf and drop it into boiling water, broth, or stew. As it simmers, your spell activates.

3. Use Magical Techniques While Cooking

• Stir Clockwise for manifestation and protection; counterclockwise to banish bad energy.

• Carve Sigils into pie crusts, bread, or fruit rinds for silent spellcasting.

• Bless Your Water before boiling or drinking: speak words of safety and strength over it.

• Cleanse your space with kitchen-safe herbs like rosemary or thyme before big meals or gatherings.

4. Speak and Eat with Power

As you serve or eat your food, whisper words of enchantment. Think of it as sealing the spell within you:

“I eat for strength. I eat for safety. I eat for sacred wholeness.”

Every bite becomes an act of magical protection.

5. Keep a Kitchen Grimoire

Document recipes that make you feel safe, empowered, or deeply at peace. Over time, you’ll build your own magical cookbook of ancestral knowledge and protective potions in food form.

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Remember: Protection magic doesn’t need to be loud. Sometimes it’s a sprinkle of salt, a simmering pot, or a quiet moment over tea that holds the strongest power.

Bless your hands, stir with care, and trust that the magic you make in your kitchen wraps around you like a warding spell.

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[bonkled]

It had been weeks, tearing hand over hand through winding tunnels and subterranean ruins. Fatigue couldn't touch Wairuha. No rest, not a drop of water, only grim determination and the faint psychic signals from their brother Toa carried them on.

The caverns beneath Kini-Nui had changed. What had once been a straight chute, now exploded with seemingly endless tunnels in all directions. Only Akamai could dig like this.

These tunnels connect to sites of strange rituals and ran-sacked holy places... holy places only Akamai could find.

Makuta has been looking for something.

Suddenly, the tight tunnel Wairuha was crawling through opened into a cavern bathed in sickly green light. Akamai's psychic signal became an incomprehensible howl, increasing in intensity with every step.

After cresting an upward slope, Wairuha was before the Dark Lord and his loyal war hound. Makuta sat on a stone throne carved in hideous arcane runes. He was draped in a tattered, filthy cloak, his head slumped forward as if in a stupor. Crystal columns pulsed with evil green light from behind Makuta. The same light that poured from the eyes of Akamai, skulking like a beast at the foot of Makuta's throne, growling and slavering from behind a hideous black mask.

"Akamai, stand up, Nui damn you!" Wairuha shouted.

From his throne, Makuta slowly lifted his head just enough to look at Wairuha.

"Curses from the mouth of a divine sentinel..."

Makuta let his head slump forward and the filthy shroud swallowed his face again.

"I was divinity once."

Wairuha began to step slowly toward Akamai, eyes locked on the blade clutched in his hand. Akamai pawed the ground with a twitchy claw and glared daggers at Wairuha, but he did not attack.

"Release my brother, your conquest is complete." Wairuha called.

Makuta's voice was a lazy croak in response. "I am so weary of your ilk, Wairuha. But... This is the isle of Teridax. Those who have the strength to take, may take freely."

With a groan of effort, Makuta leaned slightly toward Akamai and flicked his wrist in Wairuha's direction.

"War hound, give your comrade the fight they came for. Let your blood mingle before my throne."

[1313ablackcat1313]

Herbs and Their Purposes

Going through some of my witchy journals and sharing things that I have collected over the years.

Amaranth: reduces swelling, helps stomach flu symptoms, repairs broken hearts Angelica: aids colic, helps hepatitis symptoms, protects your home and garden Basil: eases stomach cramps, eases insect bites and stings, helps reduce fevers, banishes negativities, aids in keeping love Bee Balm: makes a sedative tea, attracts fairies Calendula: helps gum disease, encourages psychic development Chamomile: helps insomnia, eases sores, attracts money, protects home, aids meditation Comfrey: heals wounds, bruises, and broken bones, provides travel protection Daisy: helps headaches, brings good luck Dandelion: detoxifies liver, promotes circulation, aids clairvoyance Eucalyptus: works as insect repellent, aids health, provides purification Garlic: works as a natural anti-biotic, dispels negativity, protects the house Heather: suppresses coughs, aids sleep, guard against violent crime Hyssop: aids lung ailments, used in purification baths Lavender: eases nervous tension and stress, used in healing incenses and sachets Lemon Balm: eases bee stings, headaches and colds, used in healing and friendship spells Marjoram: helps asthma symptoms, cough, strengthens intestines, eases grief, protects home Myrrh: works as a powerful antiseptic, used to consecrate and purify ritual tools Patchouli: eases dysentery, diarrhea, and nausea, wards off evil Rose: nourishes skin, purifies blood, aids in love spells Sage: eases laryngitis symptoms and stomach troubles, aids in spiritual purification, banishes evil Soloman's Seal: helps tuberculosis symptoms, helps diabetes symptoms, used in cleansing Spearmint: makes a facial astringent, used in spells for courage Star Anise: eases stomach disorders, wards off evil eye St. John's Wort: helps depression symptoms, heals wounds, banishes negativity Thyme: used as an antiseptic, if used in a pillow it wards of nightmares Witch Hazel: eases insect bites and burns, twigs used for diving, mends broken hearts Wormwood: helps ease liver and bladder symptoms, aids clairvoyance Yarrow: stimulates the liver, eases toothache, wards off negativity, repels fear Yellow Dock: purifies blood, aids in spells for happy homes

****DISCLAIMER**** Do NOT take internally with out a doctor's supervision. Misuse can be FATAL. Do not ingest if allergic. Please see a doctor for all ailments described above.

[lilliankoo]

play you like a game, boy • jeon jungkook.

chapter 5/8

genre: antagonist tribe leader jk x princess reader

word count: 5.8k

synopsis: the blessed leader of forest tribe "lav" jeon jungkook wants you and will do anything and everything to make you his wife. he’s blessed by the goddess, even a leaf cannot move without his permission but he worships the ground you walk on. now, there are two paths presented to you; marry him & return his love or refuse and watch him conquer your father's kingdom. power is like an evil yet a tempting apple and now its in your hands. are you going to take a bite; taste the sweet poison or will you use it to tempt him? its an evil world with evil options.. do you think you can handle him?

warnings: body horror, intense physical pain, mystical rituals, emotional distress, loss of control, manipulation, supernatural occurrences. power dynamics, confusion, subtle hypnosis, made up goddess, rituals. unsettling mysticism / occult elements.

Masterlist.

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The sun filters gently through the curtains, casting soft, golden light across the room. You’ve been awake for a while now, your mind lingering in a haze of thoughts. The scent of the candles you lit the night before still lingers in the air, swirling around you like a lingering dream. You lie on your back, Jungkook peacefully resting beside you. His presence is calm, serene, almost as if he belongs here, in this moment.

You turn your head, eyes studying his features as if trying to memorize the way he looks in this quiet morning light. Jungkook is undoubtedly the most striking man you have ever laid eyes on. Back home, people whispered of him as a monster; rumors of a cruel tribe leader whose heart mirrored the darkness of the beasts he led. Yet here he is, beside you, his face bathed in the soft light, looking nothing like the savage they described. He looks almost angelic. His long hair cascades across his face, a few strands brushing against his cheeks, and his lips part slightly with each breath. The rhythm of his slumber is peaceful, so far removed from the dangerous, unpredictable image others painted of him.

Usually, Jungkook sleeps in his own chamber, but last night, he chose to sleep beside you. As you watch him, the weight of reality settles over you. You realize just how much you’ve been swept away by this strange, intense connection. Growing up, love was a foreign concept; something you never truly experienced. Your parents, always consumed by their duties to the kingdom, never had time for affection. Their love, if it even existed, was reserved for their crown, not for you. So when Jungkook shows you even the smallest ounce of tenderness, you can’t help but bask in it, even if it feels like a fleeting dream. Lost in thought, you don’t notice that Jungkook’s eyes have opened. He stares at you, his gaze heavy with unspoken words. He murmurs something in his language, soft and unfamiliar, before leaning in to gently kiss your eyelids, your nose then finally your lips.

You smile into the kiss, your heart fluttering, and you sit up, breaking the kiss. Looking around the room, you suddenly realize that there are no clothes on the table where the servants usually leave your attire for the day. You frown, wondering where they’ve gone. Jungkook sits beside you, following your gaze, his eyes briefly narrowing in thought.

"Did they forget?" you murmur, more to yourself than to him, though his presence is enough to make your words feel less like a question and more like an unspoken curiosity.

Jungkook doesn’t answer right away. He simply looks at you, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile, Jungkook's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, his smile softening, as if he’s savoring the quiet, peaceful start to the day. Then, he shifts slightly, his voice breaking the silence with a low murmur.

“They won’t bother us today,” he says, his tone calm but firm. "I told them not to disturb us. No interruptions."

His words are clear; there’s an unspoken promise in them. It’s rare for him to assert such control, especially over his tribe, but today feels different. His eyes never leave you as he continues, “The plan for today is simple. We’ll visit the Goddess Devti temple in the morning. After that, you’re free to do whatever you want.”

You feel a flicker of surprise. Free? After everything, this kind of freedom is something you’ve never experienced before. Jungkook notices the surprise in your expression, and his lips twitch upward, as if he finds amusement in your reaction.

“You can wear whatever you wish,” he adds, a subtle warmth in his voice. “But I’ve chosen something for you.”

He stands up, his movements graceful and purposeful. From across the room, he retrieves a carefully folded garment and approaches you. As he unfurls it, you take in the intricate details of the outfit; a delicate blend of two worlds. It’s a gown, but not just any gown. The bodice is sleek and fitted, the fabric rich with embroidery that mirrors the patterns and textures of his tribe’s clothing. Yet the gown itself has the elegance of a French design, with flowing silk and delicate lace that falls in soft, luxurious folds.

It’s beautiful. Unique. You can tell he put thought into it, something beyond a mere request or expectation.

Jungkook watches you carefully, studying your face as you take in the outfit. “I thought…” His voice trails off for a moment, then he continues, “It would blend your heritage with mine. A little bit of both.”

You pause, feeling a wave of emotion settle over you. He’s slowly trying to reconcile the world you come from with the world he knows. It’s subtle, but there’s a shift in him, a quiet willingness to accept the pieces of your past, even if they’re so different from his own. He’s not just asking you to be a part of his world; he’s slowly bringing you into his own, while trying to understand yours.

“I love it,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, the weight of his gesture settling in your chest.

Jungkook’s eyes soften, a rare tenderness creeping into his expression. He nods, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Good. Then let’s get ready,” he says, as if the moment is already slipping away, and the day ahead is waiting.

But there’s something about the way he speaks, the way he looks at you, that makes you feel like this day is more than just another step in a long journey. It feels like a small but significant promise; one where both of you can find a balance between the worlds you’ve known and the one you’re beginning to create together.

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The women move around you in a flurry of activity, their hands working with practiced ease. One of them carefully combs through your hair, Another woman adjusts the delicate lace of the gown, the fabric pooling at your feet like a river of silk. You catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror, your reflection is almost unrecognizable. The gown, a blend of delicate French elegance and the bold, intricate embroidery of Jungkook's tribe, transforms you into something between two worlds. You feel beautiful, but more importantly, you feel like a part of something bigger, something that bridges the gap between where you’ve come from and where you’re going.

As you finish adjusting, the sound of footsteps echoes in the hall, and Jungkook enters the room. His presence fills the space, the energy shifting as soon as he appears. He’s wearing clothing of his own, though his clothing is far more luxurious than what the others in his tribe wear. The fabric of his tunic is deep, rich crimson, adorned with gold thread that catches the light with every movement. His cloak, made of dark, velvety material, billows behind him like a storm cloud, embroidered with symbols of his people. His dark hair is pulled back, revealing the sharpness of his jawline, the intensity of his gaze. For a moment, neither of you says anything.

The servants begin to gather around, preparing to follow as you both leave. Jungkook gives a brief nod to the women who helped you prepare, then turns to you, his gaze softening slightly.

"We’ll walk to the temple," he says, voice low, his tone carrying a weight of reverence. "There will be no breakfast today. The Goddess Devti will eat first."

You blink in confusion but nod in silence, unsure of the meaning behind his words. The customs here are still unfamiliar, but you trust him, and so you follow without question.

The air is cool and crisp as you step outside, the sunlight filtering through the trees that line the path. Jungkook walks beside you, his stride confident, his presence as imposing as ever, yet there’s an undercurrent of quiet reverence in the way he moves. The servants trail behind you, keeping a respectful distance.

As you walk through the forest, the world around you feels suspended in time. The sounds of nature are muted, as though the forest itself is holding its breath. The path curves gently, leading you past the lake you had noticed the previous day, the same lake where you’d seen the mysterious woman. The water is still, its surface reflecting the soft light of the morning. But there’s no sign of the woman now, only the quiet ripples that shimmer in the early light.

The forest grows denser, the trees thickening until they open up to a clearing. And there, standing tall and majestic, is the temple. At first, it seems to emerge from the very earth itself, its stone walls weathered but strong, ancient yet still full of life. It blends with the surroundings, as if part of the land, its design organic and natural. Vines wrap around the pillars, and the roof is crowned with delicate carvings of animals and celestial symbols, all intertwined.

The temple is breathtaking. A sense of calm washes over you as you approach, the air thick with the scent of incense rising in tendrils, its smoke curling in the breeze. The large wooden doors are adorned with intricate carvings of the goddess and gods unknown to you.

Inside, the grand hall opens up to a vast space, the stone floor polished by centuries of reverent footsteps. At the center of the room stands a statue, tall and imposing, draped in a green veil. The veil shimmers softly, like it’s alive with its own energy, covering the statue’s face as if to preserve its mystery. The statue of Devti is clad in the traditional clothing of Jungkook’s tribe, woven, intricate, and adorned with symbols of nature and life. She holds a bowl in her hands, which you assume will soon be filled with offerings.

Around the base of the statue, a collection of gifts has been laid out; brightly colored fabrics, baskets filled with fruit, and ornate plates stacked with rich foods. The offerings seem endless, covering the floor in a display of abundance. The incense burns steadily, a quiet hum filling the air, and the soft murmur of voices echoes from the servants, who have quietly begun to stand in reverence.

Jungkook stops beside you, his expression focused, almost solemn. He doesn’t speak, but his gaze lingers on the statue, a deep reverence in his eyes.

“This is where we offer our respect,” he says, finally breaking the silence. “Devti is the protector of this land. She watches over us all, guiding us.”

You nod, feeling the weight of the moment settle on your shoulders. There’s something deeply sacred about this place, and though you don’t fully understand the significance, you feel the pull of it, a connection you can’t explain. The air seems heavier here, charged with the reverence that Jungkook and his people hold for this place and you can’t help but feel, just for a moment, as if you, too, are a part of it.

Jungkook watches you with a quiet intensity, his eyes softening as they trace the way your gaze lingers on the statue. There’s something about it that draws you in, something mysterious, almost magnetic. The statue, veiled in green, exudes an ancient power, and the more you look at her, the more you feel an unspoken pull. But you’re so absorbed in the figure before you that you don’t notice Jungkook’s movements until you feel his hand slip gently into yours.

He squeezes your hand softly, as if trying to ground you. You turn to him, meeting his eyes. There’s a flicker of something in his gaze, something between affection and a quiet urgency.

“Come,” he murmurs, and before you can ask him what he means, he gently places a hand on your waist, guiding you to the front of the statue. His touch is firm, yet tender, as if he’s steering you with purpose. The servants shift aside to make way, their movements reverent, and Jungkook steps behind you, his presence comforting but also commanding.

He glances at one of the servants, giving a subtle nod. The servant steps forward, holding a small, ornate box, its surface gleaming in the soft light. Jungkook’s gaze never leaves you as he takes the box from the servant and hands it to you.

You take a breath, your fingers trembling slightly, and open it. Inside, the box is filled with delicate jewelry, gems of every shade, glimmering with an ethereal glow. There are necklaces, rings, and bracelets, each one intricately crafted with fine detailing that speaks of both skill and reverence.

Jungkook’s voice breaks the silence, steady and calm, but with an undertone of something deeper. “For centuries, only the women of the tribe leaders have worshiped Devti,” he explains. “She only accepts gifts from the women. The tradition is still relevant, even now. Men were not allowed near the temple, but that changed when the forest found its mother.”

You don’t have the chance to voice your question before Jungkook continues, his hand still resting on your waist, steadying you.

“You,” he says, his voice soft but filled with meaning. “You are the one i chose, today we will see if she chooses you too.”

The words don’t make sense, and the confusion must be obvious on your face, because Jungkook seems to sense it. He takes a deep breath, and his gaze softens further as he seems to be gathering his thoughts.

“My mother…” he begins, his voice almost distant as if recalling something painful, “my mother, being the wife of the leader/ my father, worked with devti and took care of us. However, without any trace, she abandoned us when I was 14. Since then, the forest has been without a mother, no one has made offerings to Devti. The tribe believed we had been cursed because the goddess had abandoned us.”

His eyes darken, but he presses on, his voice low and steady. “When I turned 20, the tribe members told me I had to marry so that the forest could have a mother again. But I couldn’t; I wouldn’t. I waited. I waited because I knew it wasn’t the right time, i was proven right because then i found you”

You blink, your breath catching in your throat. “Me?” you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if saying the words aloud would make it all real.

Jungkook nods, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. "I waited for the day I could marry you. I knew the moment I saw you... that you were the one. The forest's mother. Devti would not accept just anyone, but when I saw you, I knew you were the one destined to lead, to restore balance."

Your mind races, trying to make sense of his words. You were the one chosen? The forest’s mother? It feels like a heavy weight settling in your chest, a responsibility you’re not sure you’re ready for.

“I... don’t understand,” you say quietly, the jewelry box still resting in your hands. You glance down at the beautiful gems and delicate pieces, feeling the weight of them both physically and symbolically.

Jungkook’s eyes soften, a flicker of something almost like regret passing through them. “It’s not easy, I know,” he says, his voice full of tenderness. “But goddess has always worked with women. The tribe needs a mother. The forest needs you. And the time has come. You are the one who can give life to both.”

His words wash over you, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, trying to process everything he’s just said. The weight of it feels suffocating.

“Jungkook,” you whisper, your voice trembling with the enormity of his confession. “What if I’m not ready? What if I can’t…”

But Jungkook interrupts you gently, his hand brushing against your cheek, his touch grounding you in the moment. “You are ready,” he says, his voice filled with quiet confidence. “I’ve been waiting for you. And now, the goddess is waiting too.”

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Jungkook’s hand rests gently on your shoulder, guiding you with a calm, steady pressure. His eyes never leave you, his voice soft but insistent.

“Lift the veil,” he says quietly, almost reverently.

You hesitate for a moment, your fingers trembling as you reach up to grasp the green veil that shrouds the face of Devti. As your fingers pull the fabric away, the air seems to grow still, heavy with expectation. For a long moment, the veil drapes in your hands, and you can’t bring yourself to look immediately.

But when you do, the world seems to shift.

Before you is the face of Devti, a woman so breathtakingly beautiful that it feels like she doesn’t belong to this world. Her skin is stone yet flawless, a smooth, ethereal shade that glows with an otherworldly light. Her eyes, large and almond-shaped, are the deepest shade of green and silver, swirling with an iridescent sheen that seems to draw you in, like the endless sky on a moonless night. Her features are delicate yet impossibly perfect, high cheekbones, a soft, serene mouth, and a regal nose, all framed by long, flowing hair that cascades down her back in waves of black and born.

But it’s her gaze that steals your breath. The moment your eyes meet hers, a jolt runs through you, as if something deep inside of you has been awakened. You’re almost paralyzed, unable to look away, yet the sensation of her stare is both mesmerizing and unnerving.

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breath as you step closer to the statue, unable to tear your eyes from the face before you. There’s something so familiar about her, a strange sense of recognition that tightens in your chest.

No… you think. It’s impossible.

But the more you look, the clearer it becomes. The woman in front of you, the goddess Devti, has the same features as the mysterious woman you saw at the lake the day before. It’s her. It can’t be anyone else.

Your heart begins to race as the realization hits you. The woman from the lake, her presence, her gaze, it was her. The woman you had seen, is now standing before you in stone, in the very temple where her power resides.

Your fingers tremble uncontrollably as you take a step back, suddenly overwhelmed by the weight of everything. The beauty of the goddess is so intense that it almost feels suffocating, like it’s too much to bear. You admire her, yes, but there’s something about her that terrifies you. A power so deep, so ancient, that you can almost feel it pulse in the air around you.

Jungkook’s voice is distant, as if from far away. His words don’t fully register in your mind at first, drowned out by the pounding of your heart, the fluttering in your chest.

“She will accept your offerings,” Jungkook says, though his voice barely reaches your ears. “Place the jewelry on her, then drape the clothes, offer the gifts... all of it is part of the ritual.”

You don’t respond at first, still lost in the intense gaze of stone eyed gaze. As if your body is on autopilot, you slowly begin to follow Jungkook’s instructions, hands shaking as you reach into the ornate box of jewels.

The first piece of jewelry you pick up is an earring, a delicate golden piece with a sapphire gem at its center. You gently place it in the goddess’s ear, your fingers brushing against the smooth stone. You can almost feel the weight of her gaze on you, pressing down, making every movement feel impossibly heavy.

With every piece you add another earring, a necklace of twisted gold, a bracelet adorned with gemstones, you can’t shake the feeling that Devti’s eyes are following you, watching you. It’s as if she is alive, not just a statue. The air seems to thrum with her presence.

You move on to the next task, draping the goddess in rich fabrics, the same vibrant, woven clothes that the tribe wears, with gold thread intertwined in complex patterns. You carefully arrange the offerings, fruits, small delicate objects, ceremonial foods around her. But the more you touch the statue, the more the feeling intensifies. The fear mixes with admiration, a strange reverence growing inside of you, but also a deep, unshakable sense of foreboding.

Then, as you gently place the final jewelry, something happens.

A soft, almost imperceptible movement then, it’s there.

The statue’s eyes blink.

You freeze. Your breath catches in your throat as a cold rush of shock floods through your body. You look up, your eyes wide, your heart skipping a beat.

It’s impossible.

The statue’s eyes blink again, slowly, as if it’s waking up. Your body freezes in panic, every instinct telling you to run, to get away from the eerie, unnatural movement.

A scream rips from your throat before you can stop it.

You stumble backward, your feet tripping over themselves as you scramble to get away from the statue. You feel the presence behind you, Jungkook’s steady, reassuring hand as he grabs your arm, pulling you back, guiding you infront of him.

His voice is a whisper in your ear, low and calm, but there’s an edge of urgency to it.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his grip tight but comforting. “She won’t hurt you. This is part of the ritual. she does not harm those who offer respect.”

You want to argue, to demand an explanation, but all you can do is stand there, shaking, your heart racing in your chest as the statue’s eyes remain locked on you, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at the corners of its lips.

“It’s just the ritual. Trust me.”

But even as he speaks, you can’t help but wonder, What have you just unleashed?

The world feels like it’s collapsing around you, the weight of what you’re witnessing settling into your bones. Everything is shifting, and it’s happening so fast that your mind can hardly keep up.

The statue, which only moments ago was an inanimate figure of stone, begins to change before your very eyes. At first, it’s subtle, a slight shift in the way the light plays off the statue’s features, as though it’s catching a breeze. But then, with a slow, deliberate movement, the stone figure seems to... soften. The sharp lines of her face become more pronounced, more human. The smoothness of her skin, once cold and unyielding, now appears warm and lifelike.

You can hardly breathe as the transformation continues, the statue’s eyes blinking again, their silver sheen reflecting light as they sweep over the room. The goddess—Devti—is alive.

Your heart races. You step back instinctively, feeling a cold sweat prickling at your skin. The room spins, and for a moment, you feel like you’re going to collapse. You’ve heard the stories—tales of the goddess who blesses the land, whose power could shape the very world itself. But those stories were just stories. In your kingdom, gods and goddesses were treated as myth, as nothing more than tales to amuse children. Your father always insisted it was truth, but you never believed it. How could you?

But now, in front of you, there is no denying it. The goddess Devti is real. And she is alive.

A sob catches in your throat, but you force it down. Everything is foreign. This is so far beyond anything you could have imagined. You never once considered that you’d be standing in a room with a deity who, until moments ago, was nothing more than cold stone. Now, she breathes, her movements fluid and graceful.

Jungkook’s presence is a calm anchor in this whirlwind of confusion. His gaze is locked on Devti, unwavering and filled with quiet reverence. He doesn’t look at you, but you can feel the tension in him, the focus, as if he’s waiting for something, watching the goddess with an intensity that leaves you uneasy.

The servants, who had remained motionless up until now, suddenly shift. In a synchronized movement, they drop to their knees, bowing their heads toward Devti in a show of deep respect. Jungkook follows suit, his posture perfect, his head lowering, his form radiating reverence.

You stand there, frozen. You don’t know what to do. The entire room feels alive with power, a kind of energy that makes your skin prickle. Your legs are trembling, and your mind is in chaos, trying to process what’s unfolding in front of you. You’re supposed to bow, right? That’s what everyone else is doing. But something in you rebels, as though you’re too small, too insignificant to be a part of this sacred moment.

You shift uncomfortably, unsure of what to do, whether to bow, whether to stand back. Your instincts scream at you to kneel, but your body hesitates, caught between what is expected and what you feel you should do.

And then, after a long, heavy silence, something completely unexpected happens.

The servants, after bowing their heads to Devti, turn toward you. In a single fluid motion, they bow to you as well.

You blink, eyes wide, unable to process what’s happening. Your heart skips a beat. Bow to me?

You can hardly believe it. You stare at them, eyes darting between the servants and the goddess, expecting Devti to react, to stop them. How dare they bow to a mere princess of another kingdom? you think. I’m nothing; compared to her, compared to this.

But as you glance at the goddess once more, you notice something that sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. She’s still watching you. Her green silver eyes don’t waver, don’t flicker. They are fixed on you with a serene, almost knowing expression. There’s no anger, no hostility in her gaze, even as the servants lower their heads to you. She doesn’t strike them down. Instead, she watches, almost expectantly.

The jewels you placed upon her; the earrings, the necklace, the bracelet; glint and sparkle as the light catches them, transforming her into something even more breathtaking than before. She was already impossibly beautiful, but with the gifts you laid before her, she now exudes an ethereal radiance. Her form, while still stone, now seems almost alive, as if she could step off the pedestal at any moment, walk among you, and breathe the same air.

Your breath catches in your throat as the realization hits. This is not just any goddess. This is Devti, the one who has been worshiped for centuries by the women of the tribe, the one who rules over this entire forest, and the one who chooses the forest’s mother.

somehow, you are bound to her.

But even more unsettling is the way she looks at you. It’s not the cold, distant gaze of a goddess on a pedestal. No. Her eyes are full of something else, something alive. Something personal.

You don’t know whether to fear her or revere her.

A strange sensation coils in your chest. Admiration mingles with terror. She’s too beautiful, too powerful, and there’s something about her presence that makes you feel so... small. Yet, when you look into her eyes, it’s as if she’s waiting for something from you, something you can’t quite name.

Jungkook is still kneeling, his head bowed, but there’s a quiet certainty in his posture. He’s not afraid of her, he’s at peace. And that only makes your unease grow.

The room feels heavy, laden with unspoken words, and the air is thick with power and expectation.

What now? you wonder.

As you look from Devti to Jungkook, the question lingers. What is your role in all this? The bowing, the gifts, the sacred ritual, it’s all real. It’s too much to comprehend, but the answers you seek feel just out of reach.

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The silence in the temple thickens, the air heavy with anticipation, as Devti’s eyes continue to watch you. Then, in a voice that doesn’t quite reach your ears, she speaks, her words flowing in the tribal language—a language that feels ancient, foreign. It's melodic, almost hypnotic, but you understand nothing.

Still, your body reacts as if it does. Your feet move on their own, taking slow, hesitant steps toward her. Your mind screams to stop, to resist, but it’s like some invisible force is guiding you, pulling you closer. Fear coils in your stomach, your heart pounding as if it’s trying to break free from your chest. You want to turn away, but you can’t. You don’t have control.

In her hands, Devti holds a bowl, She lifts it slowly to her lips, her gaze never leaving yours. There’s no malice in her expression, just an unsettling calmness that sends a chill down your spine.

The liquid inside the bowl is deep, dark red, like the blood of the earth itself. Without a word, Devti motions for you to drink it.

You’re not sure why, but your hand reaches out, trembling as it takes the bowl from her hands. It feels heavy, impossibly heavy, like it’s holding the weight of your fate. As you bring it to your lips, you can’t shake the feeling that this is something you’re not ready for, something that you can’t undo.

But you drink.

The moment the liquid touches your tongue, it feels like fire coursing through your veins. It burns everywhere. It starts in your throat and spreads down to your stomach, to your limbs. Your body stiffens, your muscles seizing in agony. Your back arches involuntarily, your fingers curling into claws at your sides. You try to gasp for air, but your chest refuses to expand, and you feel as if you’re suffocating.

You can't breathe.

Panic seizes you, your mouth opening, desperate for air, but there’s nothing. You try to scream, but no sound comes out. Your head spins as your vision starts to blur. Your body trembles, locked in place, your entire being consumed by the pain. The world tilts around you, and you fear you’re about to break apart, to crumble into dust.

Then, just as you feel yourself slipping away, you feel something else; a familiar touch, warm and steady. Jungkook’s hands are on you, gripping your shoulders with an urgency that brings you back to reality. His voice is a distant murmur, his words unintelligible but filled with urgency, trying to calm you. You can’t focus on them, can’t understand what he’s saying, but his presence is a lifeline, grounding you in the chaos.

Breathe, he seems to be urging you, his voice soft but firm.

And then—everything stops.

Like a switch is flipped, the pain subsides, the fire in your veins cools, and your lungs finally expand. You gasp, inhaling deeply as the world sharpens around you, as if you’re waking from a nightmare. Your body, which had been contorted in agony just moments ago, now feels... normal again. Your muscles uncoil, and you blink rapidly, still reeling from the sensation.

The pain is gone, but the memory of it lingers, a scar on your soul that you’ll never be able to forget.

You look up, still dazed, and see Devti standing before you, her form slowly returning to its original state. Her eyes are now closed, her serene expression unmoving. In that moment, she’s once again the cold, lifeless statue she was before; the transformation complete, as if nothing ever happened.

Jungkook releases a breath he’s been holding, his hands still on your shoulders, his fingers trembling. His eyes are wide, but there’s something else there too, a deep relief, like a weight has been lifted from his chest. His lips quiver as he finally smiles, a soft, almost bittersweet smile.

Tears fill his eyes, and he reaches out, wiping them away quickly, as if embarrassed by his own emotions.

The servants, who had been silent until now, suddenly spring to their feet, their voices rising in a chorus of celebration. They cheer, jumping and clapping in joyous fervor. The tension in the room shifts completely, what had felt like an otherworldly ritual, tense and filled with uncertainty, now feels like a moment of triumph.

You, however, are too stunned to join in the celebration. Your mind is still reeling, trying to piece together what just happened. You blink and rub your eyes, still unsure whether it was real, whether you were real. The taste of the red liquid still lingers in the back of your throat, and your body feels exhausted—like you’ve run a race you didn’t sign up for.

Jungkook steps closer to you, his smile soft but filled with pride. His hand gently cups your cheek, brushing away the stray tears that have formed in your eyes. His voice is low, almost reverent.

“Devti has blessed you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You are... her.”

You stare at him, your mind slow to catch up with his words. Her? You were already confused by the ritual, by everything that had just happened, but the weight of his words settles on your shoulders like a heavy cloak.

You look around at the servants, still celebrating, at Jungkook’s proud face, and then back at the statue of Devti. The realization finally sinks in.

You have been chosen.

But for what? To lead? To serve? To become something you don’t yet understand?

Your body feels heavy, your heart full of a strange mix of emotions. You should feel triumphant, like they all do, but all you can feel is... confused.

What now?

But before you can voice your thoughts, Jungkook places a gentle kiss on your lips, a gesture that feels strangely final, like a promise sealed.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, as if sensing your turmoil. “You’re not alone in this. You never will be.”

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next chapter:

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author’s note: haiii !!!! this was supposed to be a filler chapter but i just decided to add the ritual and like solidify the story for upcoming chapters. Also, i did not show the mean side of leader jk im this chapter caus i feel like this ritual was necessary to write, MEAN JK IN THE NEXT CHAPTER STAY PREPARED!!!! sorry for the delay, life is sooo good and busy rn i barely have time to be on my laptop!!!!! anyways, i hope u guys liked it, let me know your thoughts and your predictions!!!! 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 times are still foreign to me, im still trying to understand how to write smut 💔…. but ayeeee its whatever

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[werewolfghoul]

Your headcanons about Dewther?

Ohh rubs my hands together like an evil little fly. I have MANY so I apologize if this is a long post.

Aether was one of the only ghouls there for Dew during his elemental transition. Since Mountain was busy with his own struggles, after all the other Meliora ghouls got sent back to the pit, it was really just Aether and Dew. He would bring him flowers and cups of water during his time in the infirmary.

It was a tough time for them considering Dew's emotions were all over the place, sometimes half conscious when Aeth would come to visit. Nonetheless, Aeth would sit by his bed and just talk and talk. He wanted to make Dew know he was there, and this whole thing happening to him wasn't going to change anything at all. Despite how he was treated by the rest of the Ministry, Aether was always there to treat him with care.

This developed a new habit now where Aether now almost instinctively comes and brings Dew a cup of water or a small package of crackers to nourish him with after shows or when he's backstage.

Dewdrop is a literal penguin in the way he pebbles things to Aether. He will bring funny little rocks he finds to him, bottle caps, drink tabs, buttons, pins, stickers, anything of value he finds he runs by Aether first.

If Aeth ends up not wanting his strange little offerings, he will take it back for the time being and leave it in Aether's room after or before shows, basically forcing them onto him. Aeth doesn't mind, he finds it endearing and has a pile of little Dew Trinkets™️ in a drawer.

Dew struggles to take care of himself, mostly because he's always bouncing around doing something, but also because his elemental shift did not have a good affect on his body. His muscles become weak some days since he was genetically not meant to be aggressive, to stomp around and summon fire.

Aether sometimes has to bathe him like a cat or comb out his hair for him. Dew hated this at first, he hated how it made him feel like he was weak. He would pull away, try to do these things himself only to be met with a sharp pain in his side or spine or head.

Eventually it became extremely comforting. He knew after a ritual, after he would push his body to its limit for hours at a time, he could always walk into Aether's room and fall onto his bed and be taken care of. Aeth would pick him up and take him to wash away all his worries.

Dewdrop is naturally hot, his body temperature rolling at a steady 100 degrees at any time. Aether is naturally cool, his breath coming out cold and his quintessential power feeling like a chill autumn breeze. This makes hand holding and snuggling between the two very pleasant.

If Dew ever gets too hot, Aeth puts his hands up his shirt and rests them on his back and his temperature is regulated within minutes. If Aeth ever gets too cold, Dew rolls over to press his chest into Aether's, making a warmth spread through it all at once. There's never a too hot or too cold night whenever they're together.

I have. a head full of thoughts but unfortunately I have yapped enough. Maybe part two soon. :3

[concreteangel92]

Noah With A Witch Girlfriend

Noah Sebastian x female reader

Warnings: none, all fluff

A/N: so I wanted to do something a bit different to what I’ve seen on here before and I thought a headcanon about Noah having a partner who practices witchcraft was such an interesting concept due to his upbringing and it’s also something very close to my heart haha hope you all enjoy 🖤

Masterlist

•although Noah was never a believer in witchcraft, he was open to learn from you as to why you do it and what it was all about

•would definitely find it fascinating comparing it to religion and seeing the similarities (of course you’ll tell him that it all comes from the pagans)

•loves watching your eyes light up when you talk about it

•Noah would soon have a new found respect for magic and its history

•but he will definitely crack the odd joke here or there but means no harm with them

• “you going to curse me if I piss you off?”

• “don’t tempt me”

•when you tell him that you work with your spirit guides/angels/universe (or whatever you prefer to call them) you know he’ll be making jokes like “so if I work with you, does that make you my angel?”

•corny jokes aside, you know he’s only teasing you

•he would soon perk up when you tell him that sex can be very powerful in spell work

•he’d be more then willing to help, I mean, what are good boyfriends for right? 😏

•if you gave him a tarot reading and it came true, of course he’ll try and find a logical explanation first

•Noah would also do that when any of your spells have worked, but you can definitely see the shock in his eyes at the outcome for whatever spell you’ve done

•he’d love to watch you work at your alter and loves how it looks and how personal it is for you

•would definitely buy you gifts and crystals, etc for your alter

•after some time he may even be inclined to join you in some of your work

•he’ll offer to cleanse the house for you to show that he’s learning

•he would definitely join you for meditation or your ritual baths to cleanse your energy/aura

•if it’s important to you, it’s important to him

•gets defensive at people who may laugh or make fun of you for doing it

•he will always have your back, no matter what

•I have no doubt you’d catch him reading some of your books, man loves to read and learn, this would be no different

•would also love the personal gifts you give him such as protection jars, crystals, amulets to ward off the evil eye, etc

•“Babe, why do we have so many empty jars in this cupboard, are they to be thrown?”

•“Leave them be!”

•Noah soon learns that a witch never throws good jars out

•in time Noah would ask you for certain spells for luck with the band or a project he’s working on

• “can’t hurt to have the extra luck right?”

•and you never know, you may just make a believer out of him yet ✨