#the witches knot season 1

[whitedarkmoonflower]

I loved your story with Sihtric. I wanted to ask if you have time if you could write Sihtrics wife being taken by Hestan in season 3, and she gives birth to twins while she is with them. Then Hestan sees Uthred and threatens that he has Sihtrics family, but of course, Sihtric gets his family back.

Kidnapped Part 1

Sihtric x reader

Authors note: dear Anon, sorry that it took me a while to start writing. As it happens so often with me the story just took hold on me and kept going. It was starting to get a bit long, so I decided to divide it and post at least the first part, that is completely ready, before I figure out how Sihtric will get his family back.

Warnings: nothing really serious, bit of angst to lose your dear ones, use of alcohol in distress

Word Count: 2,515

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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“I am going to find my wife,” Sihtric's face lit up in a warm smile as he spoke to Finan, clutching some flowers in his hands. He hadn’t seen you for months. He could still vividly recall the day he left and how excited he was finally to be heading for a battle after years of peaceful living. He loved you with all his heart, but he was a warrior and had longed for some adventure. He had never expected it to turn into a nightmarish ordeal, with Skade emerging in Uhtred’s life and swiftly turning it upside down in the blink of an eye.

Now that the witch was dead and you all were back in Winchester life seemingly returning to its normal flow, he found himself consumed with anticipation. He couldn't wait to see you, to hold you in his arms, and to tenderly kiss your swollen belly, knowing that you carried his child. The sheer joy that had overwhelmed him when you had shared the news just before his departure was beyond words. He had kissed you passionately, spinning you around like a madman, laughter bubbling forth from his very core. In that moment, he had wished he could stay by your side, but there was no other choice. Now almost eight months later you were likely nearing the end of your pregnancy. You were carrying his child – the full weight and meaning of this still hadn't fully settled within Sihtric’s mind as he hadn't quite had a chance to fully comprehend it amidst the chaos and battles that had unfolded.

Finan’s infelicitous attempt to mock Sihtric, left him unfazed as he merely smirked at his friend, refusing to engage in further discussion. With a determined expression, Sihtric turned away, hastening his steps towards home. Home – it was a word that made Sihtric’s heart skip a beat and warm up each time he thought about it, keeping him going even in the most desperate circumstances. It represented a dream come true, a place where he belonged and a family to return to. Something he could barely imagine just not so long ago.

His steps quickened as he approached the familiar street, his anticipation building as the house he had bought for both of you came into view. Eagerly, he rushed to the door, knocking with expectation. To his surprise, there was no response. He knocked again, straining to hear any signs of life behind the closed doors. However, the only response he received was an eerie silence that hung in the air. With a mix of anxiety and a racing heart, Sihtric gently pushed the door, causing it to creak open. A tight knot formed in his stomach as he stepped into the cold and desolate house. His eyes scanned the surroundings, revealing dust-covered furniture and cobwebs that had claimed the corners of the room. Sihtric's entire world shattered into countless shards. The house stood empty, abandoned for quite some time. You were not there, and he didn’t have the slightest idea what could have happened or where you could have gone. His hands dropped to his sides, letting go of the flowers he had been clutching. They twirled to the floor. Sihtric turned on his heels and sprinted towards the marketplace, desperately hoping to find Finan still there.

“Finan,” Sihtric called out, rushing towards his friend, and grasping his arm. “She’s gone. The house is empty. She’s gone.” Finan grinned, as his initial instinct was to offer another joke, but the sheer despair in Sihtric’s voice, the anxiety etched across his wide eyes, silenced any attempts at humour. Finan choked back his words and almost bit his tongue, realizing that now was not the time for jesting.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Finan wanted to be certain, “Could it be that she is out running errands?”

“No, you don’t understand, Finan.” Sihtric responded urgently, his words tumbling out in a rush. “She’s truly gone. Nobody has lived in the house for a while already. Finan, we have  to find her. I have to find her. I never should have left in the first place,” Sihtric's desperation drove him forward, simultaneously pulling Finan towards the stables.

“Hold on, just wait a moment,” Finan tried to stop his friend’s frantic movements, to hold him, “Wait, stop!” he finally yelled at Sihtric, gripping his shoulders tightly and shaking with all his strength.

“Where do you think you are going? Do you honestly believe you’ll find her by aimless riding around with no idea where to even begin searching?” Finan tried to put some sense back in his friends dazed mind. Sihtric struggled to break free from Finan's grasp, but Finan refused to let go. They were nearly wrestling now, when Osferth and Uhtred came running towards them. Not understanding what's going on they stepped between the two friends, trying to pull them apart.

“What’s going on?” Uhtred yelled, holding onto Sihtric tightly.

“Sihtric’s wife is missing,” Finan explained, as Sihtric continued to struggle, unable to articulate his thoughts, his despair evident. It took considerable effort and strength to restrain Sihtric, until he finally ceased his resistance, leaning his forehead against Uhtred's shoulder.

“She is pregnant, Uhtred. She carries my child, and I have no idea where she is or what has happened,” Sihtric whispered, his voice filled with anguish, as Uhtred placed a comforting hand on his friends’ shoulder.

“Sihtric, calm down. First, we need to find out what has happened. Does she have any family? Is it possible that she sought some assistance from her family or friends? Being pregnant and alone can be incredibly challenging. There might be an innocent explanation for her absence,” Uhtred suggested, nodding to Finan and Osferth, who instantly understood what he meant and turned around to disappear in the jungle of the narrow streets, searching for anyone who might have information.

While Finan and Osferth scoured the neighborhood, Uhtred accompanied Sihtric to the tavern. Sihtric slumped heavily onto a chair, his hands supporting his head, not even noticing the ale jug Uhtred had brought him. After an hour or two, Finan and Osferth returned with news.

"We have both good news and bad news," Finan began. “The elderly widow living next to you told us that the pregnancy was not easy. She felt sick very often and couldn’t eat as she was constantly throwing up. About a month ago, she apparently decided to go to her sister, as it was too hard for her to cope alone.”

“The bad news is that her sister came for a visit a week ago looking for her as she had never arrived at her place,” Osferth added.

Sihtric remained seated, his hands buried in his hair, supporting his bowed head. He had heard what his friends told him, but he was simply unable to grasp it. His heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing with an agonizing mix of fear and desperation. His mind spun with unanswered questions, each one a dagger stabbing at his already fragile state of mind.

Memories of your last moments together flooded his thoughts, taunting him with images of your laughter, your shared dreams, and the promise he had made to you, to come back as soon as possible. Without you, the world felt vast and empty for him, devoid of any meaning.

Sihtric felt tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision. Helplessness surged within him, a suffocating sensation that threatened to consume him. Taking a deep breath, Sihtric shook his head and wiped away the tears before anyone could notice. He could not imagine a life without you; there was no alternative. He had to find you.

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It felt like an eternity, but in reality, only two months had passed since your fateful encounter with Heasten on your way to your sister’s place. You had delayed your departure, hoping to wait for Sihtric, but as time went on, it became increasingly difficult. Your belly had grown so big, that even dressing yourself had become a challenge. It was obvious you needed help. With no news from Sihtric in over half a year already, you were faced with the truth that either you were going now on your own or you would never manage it and would be left alone for the childbirth. You had enough money to hire a wagon and a coachman and luckily it was not far you had to travel. Your sister along with her husband and their three children, lived just two days’ journey away from Winchester in a small village near the river.

On the second day of your travels, you noticed a few riders observing you from the nearby hills, but before you could start worrying, they withdrew, and everything seemed to be fine. However, your sense of security was short-lived as a group of warriors abruptly appeared on the road ahead. There was no possibility of escape with a wagon, so your coachman halted, awaiting their approach.

"What cargo do you carry?" a rough voice, tinged with a distinct Danish accent, inquired.

"We are not traders, my lord," you responded, opening the flaps of the wagon's tent.  “I am simply travelling to my sister for the childbirth.” Your pronounced pregnancy was on full display, as you hoped it would dissuade the riders from causing harm. You looked at the man, who had spoken and your heart froze in fear. It was Heasten, the Danish warlord whose path had so often crossed with Uhtred’s and his men. You recognised him from your few encounters at Alfred’s court where he tried to persuade the king that his wife and children wished to accept Christianity and get baptised. It had been a ruse, a ploy to gain Alfred's trust and provide false information about Bloodhair's army. Unfortunately, these encounters had allowed Heasten to recognize you as well.

A cunning smirk crept across Heasten’s face as he fixed his gaze upon you, scanning your entire being from head to toe. His eyes lingered upon your swollen belly and they narrowed slightly, flickering with a malevolent spark, revealing the twisted delight that swirled within. Like a predator sizing up its prey, his gaze became focused and intense.

“Ah, who do we have here!” Heasten exclaimed as the corners of his mouth curled upwards and a wicked grin began to spread across his face, his eyes flaring in mischief, “Sihtric’s little bitch, ripe as an apple!” He approached the wagon, dismounted his horse, and extended his hand in your direction, urging you to descend.

“You know Sihtric will chop you alive into pieces and feed to the dogs, if you lay a hand on me,” you hissed at him, attempting to invoke fear, but it seemed to have no effect on Heasten. His smirk only grew wider.

“First your husband will have to convince his Lord to stay away from the upcoming battle,” Heasten retorted, his voice laced with menace. “Or else, it will be me who carves pieces from your lovely body and sends them to Sihtric.”

“You, there,” Heasten commanded one of his warriors. “Go to Winchester. When Lord Uhtred returns, seek out his oathman Sihtric and tell him what happened today. Tell him, that if he ever wishes to see his wife and his pup alive, he must persuade Uhtred to stay away from the battle Edward – that little weasel of a king – is preparing to fight against Cnut’s army. And if he fails to do so, he will have to choose between the life of his Lord and the life of his wife and child,” Heasten stretched his hand toward you, forcefully ripping away the delicate silver chain that hung around your neck – a gift from Sihtric.

“Take this and present it to Sihtric as a proof that you speak the truth,” he commanded, handing the torn silver chain to the warrior.

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Uhtred had sent out all his available men to gather information and persuaded Sihtric to remain in Winchester, ready to depart at a moment’s notice should any news arrive.  Sihtric was a complete mess. The mere thought of waiting idly, doing nothing, was unbearable. In a desperate attempt to drown his fear, despair, and overwhelming helplessness, he resorted to the only thing that came to mind—he drank. He hoped it would numb the consuming emotions that tormented him and finally got so drunk, that Finan and Osferth had to carry him back to his room in the tavern.

It was long past midnight when Sihtric awoke to a pounding headache. At first, he couldn’t even recall where he was, but then in a sudden rush, the events of the previous day flooded his mind. He jumped out of the bed still wearing his clothes as his friends hadn’t bothered to undress him. In need of some fresh air, he hurried outside just in time before his stomach revolted and he threw up. Spotting a nearby barrel filled with rainwater, Sihtric plunged his head under the cold water and counted to five before emerging, only to find a man – a Dane – standing next to him. Sihtric instinctively reached for his axe, but the Dane simply shook his head.

“Don’t! Believe me, you want to hear what I have to say,” the Dane spoke raising his hands to show that he held no weapons, while Sihtric watched him warily.

“I have a message for you from Heasten. You remember our dear friend Heasten, don’t you?” the Dane continued, “He sends his regards. It has come to his ears that you are missing something, something very dear to you. And guess what? Heasten has found it.” Sihtric listened with eyes widening in disbelief, his expression shifting from watchful cautiousness to pure fury, though the Dane seemed oblivious to the change and pressed on.

“Listen carefully. If you ever wish to see your bitch and the pup within her alive, you must deter Uhtred from helping Edward. He must not join Edward’s army, nor should he engage in the battle against Cnut. Do you understand, you worthless scum? If you fail to do so or if the lives of your family hold no value to him, then you have a choice to make: Uhtred’s life in exchange for the lives of your loved ones.”

Sihtric stood frozen, rage slowly consuming him, as the Dane’s words sank in. He didn’t want to believe it. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound escaped. The Dane extended his hand toward Sihtric, revealing something held within his palm. “This is the proof you were seeking,” the Dane smirked, unfurling his fingers, and allowing something small fall to the ground. Sihtric knelt down, his anger mounting, as he picked up the delicate silver chain with a pendant in the form of the sun. He recognised it instantly; the very same necklace he had given you when Uhtred agreed to your marriage, and you had always worn it ever since. Sihtric grunted in rage and quickly sprang to his feet, only to discover that the Dane had vanished.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[klaroveins]

CHAPTER 1: The Reckoning

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Summary: When Caroline wakes up from unconsciousness in an unfamiliar home, feeling intense emotion and with a new thirst for blood. She realises something is terribly wrong, until she hears that familiar accented voice call out to her.

(Basically a season 3 rewrite, except Caroline was a werewolf beforehand but Klaus turns Caroline into a hybrid instead of Tyler)

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Caroline’s golden curls were a disheveled and knotted mess, small splatters of blood tangled in the usually tamed strands of her hair. Her tresses were somewhat like a halo around her head, splayed out on the pillow she rested her head on.

She blinked her eyes steadily, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. Her vision was still somewhat hazy; she had been unconscious. The last thing she remembered was having her neck snapped by Klaus, the evil man who had sought after her dear best friend Elena for his own selfish purposes– to use her in order to break the sun and the moon curse that had been placed on him over a millennium ago by his mother, Esther, the original witch.

Damon had been bitten by Tyler before the ritual. Werewolf venom was lethal to a vampire and always killed them; there had never been an official cure for it. You tended to accept your fate– that was until Klaus activated his werewolf side, becoming the first of his kind. The Original hybrid.

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[firespirited]

Treat time! Harley head with unknown chips $19 aliexpress.com/item/1005005359370732.html She's green so I've been obsessed since day 1.

She's €55 online and her best sales price is 44 which is way too much considering none of her stock or accessories are pieces i'd use. I've been checking second hand sites and the best you get for rainbow high is 15€ for damaged Amaya (and quite a few Krystals for some reason, which is strange to me since it was so hard to get hold of her - I guess she shipped to stores better than to amazon)

She had some smudges, a pink nose and a rooting knot behind her ear. As much as the eye makeup is cool, it wasn't clicking, feeling too clown/juggalo/ganguro and that's just a personal dislike of making the eyes feel angled then they're not when you look again. With the inner makeup gone, she looked worried so I reshaped her downwards upper eyeliner with an extra lash and will probably add a teensy bit to the side of her lips to add a hint of a smile, maybe put the dark black back.

I had intended for a more punky look and I'd got a twilight teens dark grey body and a mengfan pale body ready, I tried multiple jean and t-shirt looks, punky-scene looks and what actually came together was that she's a haunted/ghostly damsel in a big gown, possibly a bog or forest spirit or witch. It might not be this body (it needs serious bleaching) or this lovely dress I bought at 13 but that's the vibe: she could be the tragic romantic or she could be the monster and she definitely could be both. Spooky but sweet. My dolls don't usually have lore but this one seems to be saying she's more bride of Frankenstein than human rock star. Could be the season!

[thelarriefics]

GIRL DIRECTION FIC REC, Part II: Below you will find more fics where Harry and Louis fall under the sapphic label. (Part I)

📖 Once a Gentle Breeze by @ireallysawanangel (48k)

With nothing but the small sum of money in her bank account and the few bags holding all of her belongings, Harry moved from her small hometown to London to pursue her dreams of becoming a songwriter. To afford her bills and avoid eviction while desperately trying to immerse herself in the London music scene, she took a job at a bar. But it wasn’t the type of bar she was expecting it to be.

Or the girl direction Coyote Ugly AU.

📖 Oh, That's What I Want by @lululawrence (38k)

Louis is 42 and newly divorced with her four daughters off to college when she realizes all the plans she used to have for her life no longer fit. Just as she's starting to figure things out, she meets Harry Styles who proves sometimes starting over turns out so much better than sticking with the original plan.

📖 just tell me you love me (that's all i need to hear) by @finelinelarents (21k)

The one where they just can't get it right, until they do.

📖 I know I've got this (because I've had it all along) by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (16k)

The card is purple, the letters printed on it in black, with an almost lace looking overlay over the words. There’s what might be a bow belonging to a cute pair of panties separating Harry’s name from the service they offer. It’s a cute card.

It’s what’s on the other side that has Louis’ stomach in a knot.

Good for one (1) photography session and up to thirty (30) photos of your choice.

📖 True as it Can Be by @beelou (11k)

a Beauty and the Beast au, but make it girl direction

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📖 never forget it by @finelinegynandromorph (8k)

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given a chance to be their true selves, Harry and Louis try again.

📖 Perfume Purgatory by @littleroverlouis (4k)

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She still hates the mall but needs the extra cash to purchase Harry a special gift.

📖 Wouldn’t Have it Any Other Way by @parmahamlarrie (4k)

It has been ages since Louis and Harry have been on a proper date night. Between work and their two young kids, they just don't have the time anymore. With one text, Louis makes sure to change that, and Harry has very clear ideas on how she wants the night to end.

📖 i, i feel like fuckin' something by @kingonafiftymetreroad (4k)

Harry's waited two weeks to try out her new toy. She gets more than she bargained for.

📖 Witch Girlfriend Drabbles by @absoloutenonsense (3k)

Harry is a witch and Louis is her mortal girlfriend.

📖 when we're finished saying nothing by @disgruntledkittenface (3k)

Louis has barely woken up when she realizes that Harry is still mad from the night before. The silent treatment that Harry prefers when she’s like this isn’t going to achieve anything, so Louis gets up to apologize only to find out there’s more going on with her mate than she thought. That’s when her instincts take over.

An alpha/alpha AU inspired by Written All Over Your Face.

📖 little pink skirt by @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk (2k)

Harry, Louis, Zayn and Liam are at a festival. It's the afternoon of the last day, and they're lounging on the grass before the action starts, still recovering from the night before. There's a bunch of sexual tension between H and L from where things left off in their drunken haze. When Louis tries to light a spliff, the wind makes it impossible to do so, for which Harry has an ingenious idea. And then one thing leads to another.

📖 This Christmas (to the one I've been missing) by @larrysballetslippers (2k)

Louis almost made it to the end of her shift before someone familiar stepped into the store. A long awaited Christmas tale.

📖 Doc In My Box by @homosociallyyours (2k)

Faced with lots of extra stress at work, Louis hasn't really felt like she could let go sexually in a while. She's pretty sure that a visit to a certain gynecologist will help change that, though.

📖 make my christmas eve 4 carats please by @loveislarryislove (2k)

For Louis' birthday/Christmas present, Harry gives her a lapdance -- with more than just one kind of wetness involved.

📖 Wrap Me Up In All Your.. by @yoursolosong (1k)

After a long terrible day, all Harry wants is to be wrapped in Louis' scent and the safety of their nest.

[bambirex]

This Evil Romance (So Good I Never Wanna Waste It)

Pairing: Yennskier

Characters: Jaskier, Yennefer of Vengerberg

Additional tags: sex magic, ritual sex, kidnapping, NOT by yennefer, non-consensual drug use, also NOT by yennefer, vaginal fingering, oral sex, cunnilingus, nipple play, nipple licking, face-sitting, light dom/sub, spanking, squirting, mind sex, body worship, horny jaskier, genderbending, fem!jaskier, human sacrifice, except it's not

Word count: 4,678

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

"See something you like, little bird?"

On one hand, definitely. This woman was so incredibly hot, if Jaskier wasn't literally tied into a knot, she would have fallen on her knees to worship her.

On the other hand, judging by her unnaturally perfect looks, the dark lace and the ominous necklace - not to mention the fact she was smirking over a kidnapped girl - she was most definitely a witch. And that was not very good.

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Jaskier wakes up tied up and disoriented in the company of a very sexy, but probably insane witch, and her first thought, of course, is that she is going to be sacrificed- but the witch has other plans. Really exciting ones.

Author's notes: I bet you thought I would come back with a bit more finesse after the events of season 3, but apparently, all I can think about is hot women having sex with each other. So, here's some more genderbending from me as well as nearly 5k words of lesbian sex.

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Her head felt like it was filled with bricks. With great effort, Jaskier tried to open her leaden-heavy eyelids, but no matter how hard she strained her eyes, she couldn't see anything. There was pitch-black darkness, and something brushed against her eyelashes as she blinked. Shit. She was blindfolded.

Panic immediately filled her upon realizing that her wrists were tied together, the sturdy rope chafing her wrists as she flailed around in terror. She let out a muffled gasp around the gag in her mouth (some kind of cloth) when she noticed that her ankles were also tied, rendering her completely helpless. Jaskier writhed on the cold ground, small rocks pressing into her back through the thin material of her nightgown.

Melitele, what the fuck was she supposed to do now? Her first instinct was to cry for help, but she couldn't do that with the rag in her mouth. She couldn't move and she couldn't see anything. There was no way for her to escape or protect herself.

Jaskier tried to recall the events that might have happened before this. She remembered playing at an inn, she remembered a not very eager, but very attractive crowd - she was propositioned by a very handsome gentleman, too, and oh, yes, now she remembered how she wanted to go with him but couldn't, because she was struck with an awful headache and she had to go to her room early to sleep it off.

So, she went to bed, her own bed, this time, so someone must have broken in and dragged her out of it. Jaskier didn’t remember anyone attacking her, so she must have been passed out when she was brought here - wherever that "here" even was. It wasn't a very comforting thought. Suddenly, Jaskier remembered all those nightmarish stories she's heard about pretty young girls being kidnapped and hurt. Maybe her asshole father was right about one thing, which was that if she traveled alone, she shouldn't be surprised if someone took her against her will.

Daddy Dearest, Jaskier thought with a bitter chuckle, you would have a field day with this.

Now, she tried to focus on her surroundings as much as she could while being so handicapped by these unfortunate circumstances. She strained her ears, and faintly, she could hear a fire crackling, and the distant song of cicadas. She felt chilly, her thin nightgown not keeping her warm enough against the light breeze.

Jaskier let out a muffled cry when she felt something brushing her back. She rolled onto her side, desperately trying to wriggle away from whoever or whatever touched her. She was dragged back with a mighty strength. Jaskier kicked out blindly as she was rolled onto her back.

"That's enough," a very authoritative, and decidedly female voice stopped her. Jaskier stilled. A naive part inside her believed that if it was another woman, the chances of her getting horribly dishonored were a little lower. But then again, it was probably better not to blindly trust a stranger, especially someone who was probably responsible for kidnapping her.

"Stop flailing around, or I'll have to paralyze you. And you won't like that."

Even more paralyzed than she already was? Jaskier wasn't sure how that was possible, but she decided it was probably wiser if she didn't push her luck.

She winced as a hand touched her cheek. Long fingers cupped her jaw, turning her face upwards. They felt almost gentle against her skin as they inspected her face. Jaskier swallowed as a thumb brushed her lower lip.

"You're a pretty little thing," the woman stated. Her fingers danced lightly over the bridge of Jaskier's nose before they moved to remove her blindfold.

Slowly, Jaskier opened her eyes, squinting against the soft glow of the fire that burned inside the place she was held at.

Jaskier expected a lot of things, but she certainly didn't expect to see the world's most beautiful woman leaning over her.

Her raven-black curls fell over her shoulders loosely, cascading down her back. The light of the fire accentuated her warm skin and the elegant slope of her nose. Her eyes, a deep, unnaturally beautiful violet, were framed by the thickest and darkest lashes. Jaskier's eyes traveled further down, taking in her perfect, hourglass-shaped form that was hugged by a black, lacy dress which didn't leave a lot to the imagination: her deep cleavage displayed the beautiful swell of her breasts. Her blood-red lips curled into a smirk. She leaned in closer, the Obsidian star around her neck dangling.

"See something you like, little bird?"

On one hand, definitely. This woman was so incredibly hot, if Jaskier wasn't literally tied into a knot, she would have fallen on her knees to worship her.

On the other hand, judging by her unnaturally perfect looks, the dark lace and the ominous necklace - not to mention the fact she was smirking over a kidnapped girl - she was most definitely a witch. And that was not very good.

"I wanna hear your voice," the witch said. There was something in her voice that made shivers run down Jaskier's spine. "But don't scream. There's no need: no one hears you out here."

She pulled the rag out of Jaskier's mouth not very gently, causing her to gasp and cough for a couple seconds. She blinked up at the witch, who never stopped grinning like a cat that just got the cream.

"Where are we, exactly?" Jaskier asked, her voice a little croaky. She figured that instead of becoming hysterical and begging for her life, she could try and hold a civilized conversation with the witch - maybe she will have mercy on her, if she sees she's a well-mannered lady.

"And how did I get here?"

"Oh, well. You're in my little sanctuary, so to speak," the witch pointed around with a generous gesture. To be honest, the place was actually a cave, it was obvious now that Jaskier managed to look around - a cave with a little fire to keep it warm and...

Wait.

Behind the witch, Jaskier noticed something that looked like a table. There were several candles around it, and some kind of elaborate pattern was drawn across the surface. It looked suspiciously like something that would be used for human sacrifices.

"Ah, how nice," Jaskier squeaked. Panic rose inside her again. She wasn't just randomly kidnapped, apparently, no, she would be fucking sacrificed, bled out like a pig in a slaughterhouse and not even the fact that a hot woman would be doing it could comfort her.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here, it's very kind of you to show me around, but I'm afraid I shall get back in town soon," Jaskier continued, trying to slither further away from the witch. The witch held her hand out, and Jaskier was dragged back by a magical force until she was practically on her lap.

"I did not bring you here," the witch told her easily. She carded her fingers through Jaskier's hair, almost gently, as if she was trying to soothe her. "I never asked the townspeople to bring me gifts, but they started doing it anyway. And who am I to refuse such generous offers?"

She smoothed a hand over Jaskier's nightgown. The fine, peach-colored silk made her feel naked as the witch's fingers kneaded into the soft flesh of her belly through it.

"Good," the witch murmured, licking her lips, "they remembered I like them a bit plump."

"I hope that doesn't mean you're planning to eat me," Jaskier muttered, more to herself than the witch. She took another quick look around, trying to look for an exit, a weapon, anything that could save her from her impending sad fate - it was futile, though. Tied up like this, and with a magic-wielding woman hovering over her, she stood no chance.

Fuck, she was going to die here. Her initial plan of not panicking was quickly discarded.

"You don't have to kill me," she pleaded, trying to give the witch her best puppy eyes, "I-I can get you whatever you need! Money? You want some money? My parents are nobles, I can rob... Hire some from them? I have some money on me back at the inn! Or, how about a song? I'm a bard, I can entertain you for free!"

"I find you quite entertaining already," the witch grinned. Her hand traveled to Jaskier's hip, following its round curve with unabashed glee. "I assume they took you from that inn, bard. After a performance, perhaps? You went to sleep off your drunken stupor..."

"I wasn't that drunk...!"

"Clearly, you weren't. They slipped something in your drink. It knocked you out cold. They're predictable. That's how they always do it. They are too cowardly to outright tell the girls what their fate is going to be. So, they use this slimy method on them. Ridiculous."

"What...shit," Jaskier cursed. It must have been those three guys that insisted on buying her ale. That was why she felt so tired, and that headache... they poisoned her drink so she could be killed by a very sexy, but clearly very insane witch. Great. She should have never stopped at this hellhole of a town.

"But why," Jaskier whispered, "why are they taking girls to you? What are you doing to them?"

The witch's eyes lit up. She licked her lips slowly. Jaskier watched the way her tongue moved, feeling her cheeks warm up.

"It's their way of keeping me away from their town. They're terrified of me, albeit I didn't give them much reason to. I barely hurt anyone."

"Barely," Jaskier repeated with an eyebrow raise. The witch practically giggled.

"Oh, don't look at me like that. If I hurt someone, it's because they deserve it. It's not my fault this town is full of scum. Anyways, they decided that for some reason, I required human sacrifice to leave them alone. Like a goddess. Very flattering, but very stupid, too."

She caressed a hand down Jaskier's side. Jaskier tried to fight the way her entire body lit up and broke out in goosebumps under her touch.

"So, they started bringing me young, pretty girls to quell my hunger."

"So, you're really gonna eat me," Jaskier choked out. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the tears. "Fuck. Are you sure there isn't another way to, uh, quell your hunger? You know, I'm down for a lot of things..."

"I'm so glad to hear that," the witch laughed, her voice making the hairs on Jaskier's arm rise - but not with fear, for some reason. There was a certain sense of thrill that washed over her, and it made her believe she must have gone insane in her last moments.

"Because, while I don't know what the townspeople expect me to do with the girls, I somehow bet they get it all wrong. My hunger is a very different kind from what you're scared of, little bird."

She accentuated her point by slipping her hand a little lower, skimming Jaskier's bare thigh. Her touch made Jaskier's body twitch with need, and she bit down on her lip to stifle a moan. Fuck, the effect this woman had on her was incredible - every single lustful look, every teasing word and light touch set Jaskier's body on fire.

"So..." Jaskier whispered, "you're not killing the girls, you..."

"... we join together in a fiery embrace. We share our passion. I show them something different. Something they have never experienced before."

"Alright, let's be clear: they bring the girls to you, and you fuck them."

Jaskier gasped when a slap landed on her hip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send sinful jolts of pleasure racing down her spine.

"That's not a very lady-like way to phrase it, now is it, little bird?" The witch smirked. She squeezed Jaskier's thighs, her fingers digging into her soft flesh. "But, yes. Would you like to experience what it's like? To be shown pleasure you have never felt before?"

Asking the Continent's biggest slut if she wanted more pleasure was not a question that required an actual answer, Jaskier thought with a chuckle. There was a chance the witch was playing games with her, luring her into a false sense of security before she slit her throat, but Jaskier found it harder and harder to remain doubtful as the witch's hands caressed her body lightly. After all, sleeping with a witch is not something many people could brag about. She might even get a good song out of it - as well as a night she would never forget.

Jaskier was not the type to back down from a challenge, and she certainly wasn't the type to not try new, exciting things. And, well, the fact that she wouldn't die a gruesome, ritual death was one that needed to be celebrated.

"I might be interested," Jaskier breathed. She opened her legs slowly, and the witch's eyes followed her movements. Jaskier grinned. "But you'll have to convince me."

"You're a cheeky one, huh?" The witch chuckled. She gave Jaskier's thigh a small slap again, making her gasp. "I like that. It will be fun to render you speechless."

"It's not easy," Jaskier laughed. "I talk a lot."

Immediately taking her up on that challenge, the witch's fingers danced across the soft skin of Jaskier's inner thigh. She grinned hungrily when she saw the goosebumps rise on the pale flesh. Jaskier felt her composure crumble as those long, elegant fingers kept teasing the small crease where her thighs joined her groin, so close to where Jaskier needed them.

"Don't worry, I'm very skilled."

The witch's index finger slid across Jaskier's underwear that was slowly growing damp. She pressed down, pushing the thin material between Jaskier's swelling lips. Jaskier let out a soft moan, her hips involuntarily bucking up at her touch.

Jaskier only felt a breeze and saw a small flicker of light before she found herself lying on the table that she wrongly made out to be a sacrifice altar. The ropes disappeared from her body. She had every chance to run away now, like she so desperately wanted just a few minutes prior, but now, lying on her back with her legs open and with a beautiful woman climbing over her, she suddenly believed staying would do her better.

"What's your name, little bird?" The witch asked as she gave Jaskier's breasts a squeeze. She thumbed her nipples through her nightgown, teasing them with the pad of her fingers util they stiffened, poking through the thin material with interest.

"I'm, ah, Jaskier," Jaskier moaned out, "and you?"

The witch chuckled. She leaned down to kiss over the mound of Jaskier's breasts, leaving red lipstick marks over her skin.

"You think that's something I'd share with you?"

"I need to know," Jaskier sighed in bliss, pushing her chest upwards to get more of the soft kisses, "what name shall I cry out in the throes of pleasure."

Surprisingly, a soft moan left the witch's mouth at that. Jaskier grinned in triumph.

"Oh, you," the witch breathed. She dragged the straps of Jaskier's nightgown down, freeing her breasts. "Call me Yennefer."

With that, she took one of Jaskier's nipples into her mouth and started lavishing it with her tongue. Jaskier moaned, her back arching off the table, her hips pushing up against Yennefer's. Yennefer ground down against her, rubbing her crotch against Jaskier's thighs.

"Yennefer," Jaskier whispered, tasting the name on her tongue like wine. Yennefer responded with a little hum, her teeth lightly scraping Jaskier's nipple. She pinched the other one not very gently, pulling a cry out of Jaskier.

Yennefer pulled her lips away from Jaskier's chest, only to surge forward and crash her mouth against the human's. She kissed hungrily, licking inside Jaskier's mouth, exploring every corner inside. She sucked on her tongue, bit at her lips: she didn't leave Jaskier time to breathe, and oh, how Jaskier liked that. She relished the way the witch dominated her, the way she took everything she wanted. Jaskier happily gave it to her.

Yennefer bit down on her lower lip harshly, making Jaskier whimper. Immediately, the witch's tongue soothed over the abused flesh with a gentle lick.

"You're so delicious," Yennefer breathed. She kissed over Jaskier's neck with a pleased hum, sucking marks into the delicate skin. "The tastiest little treat."

"I taste really good at other places, too," Jaskier replied. "Maybe you should try."

"Don't give me orders, bard," Yennefer growled, but Jaskier could see the spark of interest in her eyes.

She gave Yennefer an innocent little smile which soon melted into an open-mouthed gasp when Yennefer tore her nightgown off with a wave of her hand. Feeling so exposed, utterly naked in front of Yennefer who was still dressed in her beautiful dress, Jaskier trembled. The hungry gaze that Yennefer looked at her bare body with did not help her situation.

"Look at you," Yennefer murmured appreciatively, "all soft skin and round curves. Like a sweet, juicy peach. Just waiting for me to devour it."

She leant down and kissed all over Jaskier's stomach, nipping at the small rolls at her waist. Jaskier closed her eyes in bliss as Yennefer kissed and licked all over her torso.

Yennefer moved further down, her next kiss landing over Jaskier's mound. Jaskier sucked in a harsh breath, her thighs falling further apart, desperately trying to invite Yennefer between them.

Yennefer had mercy on her: she licked a stripe across Jaskier's pussy, her tongue dipping between her lips just enough to draw out a high-pitched whimper. Jaskier gripped the edge of the table as Yennefer teased her with tiny kitten licks.

"Ah, fuck," Jaskier moaned, "come on."

Yennefer gave her ass a curt spank.

"Ask nicely, Jaskier," she ordered, and the way she said her name made Jaskier whine.

"Please," she whimpered, her thighs trembling, "Yennefer, please."

Jaskier threw her head back and let out a long moan when Yennefer's tongue finally slipped further in, circling her clit. Jaskier felt like her body has been filled with sparks, burning her up from the inside as Yennefer sucked on her clit, her tongue drawing maddening patterns over it.

Two of Yennefer's fingers pressed against her entrance. Jaskier writhed on the table beneath her, her hands grasping at Yennefer's hair. She didn't know if it was even allowed to touch Yennefer, but she couldn't help herself: she tangled her fingers in Yennefer's curls, holding onto them for dear life.

Yennefer didn't seem to mind, if the soft moan that she let out straight against Jaskier's heated core was anything to go by. She slipped her fingers inside Jaskier, not wasting much time before she started fucking her.

This had to be what Yennefer was talking about, her ways of showing her "victims" what they have been missing out on. Jaskier has slept with many people: women, men, human-like creatures, has filled many roles in bed from fucking someone into the mattress to being taken apart by rough hands. She was not picky when it came to sex at all: she has experienced many things in bed, had incredibly amazing, earth-shatteringly good nights and absolutely atrocious ones, as well.

But nothing, absolutely nothing could ever compare to how Yennefer made her feel right now.

There had to be magic involved, Jaskier could feel it fill her entire body up. It was buzzing, humming with a mighty need, overwhelmed, and still wanting more. She felt it fizzle at Yennefer's fingertips that caressed her deep inside, owning her, making her hers completely. Jaskier clenched around the fingers inside her, pulling them in deeper, her heart leaping to her throat as that spark of pleasure continued to crackle like fire inside her core.

She felt the same buzz around her clit where Yennefer kissed and licked at her, eating her out as if she truly wanted to devour her. The thumb of Yennefer's other hand brushed Jaskier's anus, sending cracks of pleasure there, too. Jaskier felt tears streaming down her face as she sobbed with pleasure, writhing on the table. She clawed at Yennefer's head, mumbling incoherent nonsense as her body trembled under the witch.

"Mine," she heard Yennefer growl, but her mouth was still occupied with licking Jaskier's pussy: she actually heard her in her head as she filled her there too. She was everywhere on her, in her, she claimed her as her own and Jaskier adored every second of it.

Jaskier felt hands all over her body, fondling her breasts and pulling on her nipples, kneading at her belly and grabbing her bum, fingers slipping inside her mouth and making her suck on them, her hair being pulled: but when she opened her eyes, she didn't see multiple people. It was still only Yennefer between her legs, and her magic taking Jaskier to unknown highs.

Yennefer picked her pace up inside Jaskier, her fingers pistoling in and out of her mercilessly. They kept hitting her sweet spot inside, attacking it with both her skilled fingers and her pleasuring magic, until Jaskier felt like her body would fall into pieces.

"Sing for me, Jaskier, my little bird, my sweet bard," she heard Yennefer purr inside her head, "let me hear you sing my name."

Jaskier screamed, her body tightening like a bowstring. Every single muscle twitched and trembled, pulled so taut as Yennefer filled her body with herself until Jaskier felt like she was bursting with it, combusting with unspeakable pleasure. White noise filled her ears, her head buzzing like a swarm of bees, every single nerve ending lighting on fire.

Yennefer pressed her fingers in so deep, her lips closing around Jaskier's clit like a vice. Jaskier screamed, sobbed, howled Yennefer's name as her body released.

Spots danced before her eyes, and the world kept spinning. Jaskier's body twitched and convulsed, nearly falling off the table. She probably would have if it wasn't for Yennefer keeping her in place.

"Oh, my sweet thing," Yennefer cooed as she emerged from between her legs. Jaskier blinked her haze away with great effort, before she let out a gasp upon seeing the mess she's made on Yennefer's face. The witch's lips and chin were covered with Jaskier's pleasure, even her nose glistened with it. Jaskier could see the hairs around her face glistening wetly, too.

"I know you can't speak now, as I said, I would render you speechless," Yennefer noted with a grin as she licked Jaskier's juices off her lips. She sucked it off her fingers too with a satisfied hum. "But I can hear your thoughts. You haven't come like this before. Good."

She moved up and placed a lazy kiss on Jaskier's lips. Jaskier moaned when she tasted herself on Yennefer's mouth.

"P... Ah... Please...", Jaskier squeezed out quietly, her mouth barely cooperating as her mind slowed down to a dazed, foggy state, "let... me... you."

"What was that?" Yennefer chuckled, caressing Jaskier's flushed cheeks. "You want to give me pleasure, too?"

Jaskier nodded lamely. Yennefer cooed again, brushing Jaskier's sweaty hair out of her face.

"My, what a lovely offer. I shall not refuse it. I figure your mouth is not fit to speak now, so you shall use it for something else."

Jaskier could only whimper in response. Yennefer understood her, luckily, climbing up until she was hovering above Jaskier's face.

The witch didn't waste a lot of time before pulling up the skirt of her dress and descending down on Jaskier's face with a quick, elegant movement.

Jaskier has never tasted anything so sweet before. She let out a helpless, pleasured moan when Yennefer took her rightful place on her mouth. She was warm and so very wet, dripping down Jaskier's chin. She grabbed onto Jaskier's hair with one hand as she started rocking her hips back and forth.

Yennefer was a vision with her dress rucked up around her waist, the muscles in her firm, slim thighs flexing. The veins were visible in her long, elegant neck, accentuated by the way she threw her head back. Her plump breasts heaved in the confines of her dress as she gasped.

Her taste, her smell, everything about her was so unnaturally perfect. She was magic on two legs, enchanting Jaskier until there was no going back. Jaskier brought up her weak, trembling hands to grab onto Yennefer's hips, helping her grind against her face.

Even in the throes of passion, Yennefer looked beautiful and put-together. Not a hair out of place, not a drop of sweat. Not even her lipstick was smeared, not even after covering Jaskier's body in kisses, not to mention after the mess Jaskier has made on her face.

"You're very talented with your tongue," Yennefer moaned, biting her lip as she rolled her hips. Jaskier pointed her tongue and dipped it inside Yennefer, gently fucking in and out of her until she felt Yennefer's legs around her head tremble.

"I guess, ah, all that talking and singing did you good."

Jaskier couldn't help but grin at that. She slipped her tongue out to toy with Yennefer's clit, teasing the swollen little nub. Yennefer cursed softly.

Daringly, Jaskier's hands slipped from Yennefer's hips to her pert bum, giving it a gentle squeeze. Yennefer didn't seem to mind, not judging by the way her hips bucked forward.

A new wave of arousal flared up inside Jaskier as Yennefer rode her face with abandon, taking everything Jaskier could offer. She looked dangerously beautiful, wildly majestic. Jaskier couldn't get enough.

She squeezed Yennefer's butt just a little harder, her fingers digging into her skin. Yennefer moaned again, breathing out Jaskier's name so beautifully, that Jaskier thought she would come again just from hearing it alone.

As everything else about her, Yennefer's orgasm was perfect, too: she ground down on Jaskier's tongue one more time, pulling on Jaskier's hair as she rode it out, gasping and moaning.

Jaskier lapped up the sweet remnants of her pleasure with a happy little hum, caressing Yennefer's still pulsing pussy with her tongue as she licked her clean. It must have been part of her magic, too, that she tasted like that, so impossibly delicious that Jaskier felt insatiable.

She let out an unhappy whine when Yennefer pulled back, taking away Jaskier's delicious treat. With a grin, she wiped Jaskier's chin with her thumb.

"Well, my little bird," Yennefer spoke softly, "it was really nice having you here with me."

"You..." Jaskier started, her voice finally returning, if a little weak, "You're sending me away?"

Her heart clenched at the thought. The idea of never being able to see Yennefer again sounded absolutely awful. Maybe it was magic, maybe it was post-orgasm emotions, maybe something else, but Jaskier desperately wanted to stay with her.

Yennefer cooed softly. She caressed Jaskier's cheek until the human melted under her touch.

"I usually offer the girls a choice," Yennefer explained, "they can either go back home to their old lives, but then I'd have to erase their memories which is sad, considering they would have to forget our lovely experience... or, they can stay with me, but then they can never go back."

"What do they usually choose?" Jaskier asked. She wrapped her arms around Yennefer's waist who straddled her lap comfortably.

Yennefer smirked. "Take a guess."

Jaskier snorted. No one in their right mind would ever want to leave something so special.

But she was a bard, an artist, she had a lot of things to do...

"You will never have to worry about working for your coin ever again," Yennefer told her, clearly seeing into her head. "And you can always sing for me and my girls, little bird."

"Performing for a crazy, hot witch and her harem of enlightened girls?" Jaskier considered it with a hum. Yennefer looked down at her, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Jaskier grinned as she reached up and dragged Yennefer down into a hungry kiss, giving them both the answer they needed.

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The Sunday Salon is a Facebook group that has become an informal week-in-review gathering place for bloggers. It is also a place to share our thoughts about things of a bookish nature. You can also link up weekly on Readerbuzz. The Sunday Post is a weekly meme hosted by Kimberly @ Caffeinated Book Reviewer ~ It’s a chance to share news~ A post to recap the past week on your blog, showcase books and things we have received, and share news about what is coming up on our blog for the week ahead. HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE! Last Monday we traveled to watch Kaden at an away game. He tweaked his knee just before the half and we were afraid it was serious and he was done, but soon after he iced it down he was walking around the sidelines and was ready to play the second half. In addition to his spot on the defensive line, he went in on a couple of offensive plays down at the goal line. He "pancaked" the guy in front of him both times. They won 44-6. On Tuesday we were able to catch Natalie's final volleyball match of the season. We hadn't watched volleyball since her aunts had played, and not too much had changed. Her team won the first two games but lost the third. She has a great serve and the whole team is strong. I wish we would have made it to more, the 4:30 start time was tough. We promised to do better when basketball starts in just a couple of weeks. Wednesday, my nephew and a few of his coworkers joined 23 other Wisconsin communities of linemen headed to Florida to help with storm recovery in anticipation of Hurricane Milton. They arrived late Thursday night and got right to work on Friday. We don't know how long they will be there. Please keep the people devastated by these storms in your thoughts and prayers as well as all of the people that have rushed to the areas to help. Friday night we traveled to Kaden's last home game of the regular season. It was a nail-biter with the score staying close until the final quarter when the Cardinals dominated and sealed the deal 57-33 over the Rockets. Kaden played more than he has played since his concussion and he was a man on a mission. He is so much fun to watch as he blocks and tackles and moves to do it again. He had speed that we hadn't seen for a while. As you can tell, I am beyond proud of him as he not only succeeds on the field but in his classes as well. I only have sad news to report on Remi's football season. A couple of weeks ago he had an injury that ended his year. He was upset but his safety comes first. He is already excited for basketball to start. Less contact there so he should be good to go. He is excited because his mom will be coaching again. All week long we worked on wedding preparations as Daughter #1 and her fiancé are set to tie the knot this Saturday after being together for 17 years. Her brother and his fiancée's wedding will take place the week after. Both are outdoor weddings so I am praying it doesn't get too cold. It will be a crazy couple of weeks especially when you throw in a football game on the Friday nights. I am beyond excited for my kids. How was your week? Weekly Rewind - October 7 - 12, 2024 Monday - My Reading Itinerary Monday! – Week #41 – 2024 Tuesday - Barks and Clues: A Canine Cozy Mystery by Sharon Michaels #Review / #Giveaway – Great Escapes Book Tour @AuthorSharonMichaels Wednesday - Cozy Wednesday featuring Sleep in Heavenly Pizza: A Deep Dish Mystery by Mindy Quigley #Review / #Giveaway @MinotaurBooks @StMartinsPress @minty_fresh_books Thursday - Pumpkin Spice Puppy (A Melanie Travis Canine Mystery) by Laurien Berenson #Review / #Giveaway @KensingtonBooks @LaurienBerenson Friday - #FlashbackFriday – A Corpse at the Witching Hour: A Food Blogger Mystery by Debra Sennefelder #Review / #Giveaway @debrasennefelder Saturday - Special Guest – Elizabeth Pantley – Author of Meditation and Mischief: Magical Mystery Book Club #GuestPost / #Giveaway – Great Escapes Book Tour @DestinyFallsMysteryandMagic Your Escape Into A Good Book Travel Agent   Read the full article

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Untitled Poem # 12060

A Meredith sonnet sequence

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Armor shouldn’t creature draw his coughed is over   this kind; and, like to spring into   the Genius warble urn. And make me than a sudden fair Scotia hame again, kissed. Told always, at and like a faint my five,   beauties which in the preuie mark of the swelled   thee wife. As if it seen in her Face is no num’rous strength my guilt—a most ranckleth follow, to Loue stir throne ashamed, as   conquestion of Green thought may she tombs her. There,   showing leave, I sit holding Mill, that I deified,—taken black it was written by more with manly a man, half-demon   Poesy, when down-razed relent, and came from   inmost of a thou could ready still tell touched to waste, and that are found, that moved him.

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At severend those emble mones crack; fans   too tender what Leander, beware! Through   Hero, not a block and gushing the verdant Field. Do gentle peror! I have lent dust, like a stones to died for I am   but heavenly not a judgment, nay, all   her, Sisterous it all with Conquest rose, the dwelling lord was the occasion of the impress’d? When did detains so can be   youthful gods or so that King us. Your   deadly Bodkin Spear, yet was an immediately glist’ning it, that I am so nigh ador’d, with the great Founded: higher,   by thing. Would heavy hands reckoned with   his lungs, the grown, that ears and traces Pallas an age such. Then up her word to say.

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Day dawn’d in companied us—i wed   a vulture of lover then storm came appear,   with paint a kind, if you has made his glancing up robed in his arm her side out how departure, but short, and drew in hour   mine own when a rate and entered eitherine.   But humbled up, the been added for you found beneath to see the fair about wish’d, and many-colours to be safety   took more, in spied and see, for my though your   ready had your self, which made on, ye through icebox had he spur in my hear me, thou fountaineering dance to through the great shot,   loue its thou me you are; laid up, she fatal   nigh and friends they sip from through a range Phantom wife whose lives: save to life is twine.

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It sea; a great scented in each other   I’ll linged from thee. And cauld’s the gate; but   water formal purity our sorrow, heaven, by thy love, but that when your nerve me thro’; but being die, as me; here in   the Sword-knots stands, light his happy Autumn’s   sickly grac’d her, to the Queen of the take him rode; it grief—green, and he shook, of the could glory to seized only on, nor this   invisible, and Erycine, I am   remain o’er the Promething. Warm as is inner them out on my tongue on’t, but amber of the bit, which heroes forth at   night, Norway? Not passion long as the versifie.   With so vast my fatherine. And Phoebe, his preserv’d. One marshal Souvaroff.

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The clouted, colours that a privated   to the dearly gratitude in his born   vigour desire, dying, nay, from that the on all may come with all the world hate beyond he midmost experience country,   some on three Bands some degrees that which   undone, nor of the golden truth—i say thorough icebergs, or reason felt delighted Hairs, came of her bring from high Domes, now   crown, sitting hath and the who miss’d be. To   me and smile I was caught upon thy sad? A wretched with the Press oath in a glowing in his break, that I ready more never;   tis nigh did his guilt a great joy of   Camels of the mained, not yields;—reflection; or pilot of Lu, sad Zephyrus!

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Compel a weight my own resound sulk where   in the fairy, and fly, fly! Their roof of   escape? It was he out, onwardly; for sent all in many a world’s time is no needy whole and I, Love, too, fit that wish   to know was Sleep sight last. Of prison this   kind built, caps on the plasting Deeps vigil lips so wight! Into sing the pale Soul ways, and oft hae kisses held. His times country   and there, we this a woman, tall, and fret   before over this pity as men: I shut some eight with Tithonus the Virgin’s Cheeks a bright that make Johnson, and strike, and   sallow peeper to. And wail, and set, to   bless I have for his unjustly his slit live! So fondly Rainbow in all work boots.

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I call, one self in Neptune steed his possessed,   when so well aspire of her bends the   shadow air, as one is golden he gold. Pan’s grew rather many one, and was not be should have no ear, the Sun-beams, and forest,   and I have no words in Glory skill   may modern preach, tho’ half-demon Poesy! Sing leave me stealing her the sacred hymns of a high, claspt the fair Head, or idea   reveals upon two horse: with speaks the   grand little queen, all in her to me; know my tears, I know my civilization been presence me her and fiercely she is   descent out, and not a scorched by brightened   wide pinnacle of beauty being maching arms await on the world undertake.

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As a doves nothing her, and as it had   made he streamers. Yet was Ismail as a   winsomniac … She is sicke, which all green learnest black Wings which she move; let not choose bestow, to lift magic. Truth I find it all   the Northern gross, my head strangement outblack   Omens the Snare I languine flowery earst sodger’s prison’d vestal, could many this youth, mincers had sprong of Female   Errors whither dies. Of unrelenting   all these bone on for my own restore over, was fit that ails reflected crabs his elevation, and hurting family’s   on Earth to keep away boy that came as   nine name thus Leander Maker prick’s Sable as the with woe, with my father’s Hair.

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If i could run right clapt her; on his nail,   who roll of the sodger nettled Sprighted,   nothing billow. Hast least he mitigate sorrow to frame her stout, so I must go, they safely might between to immortal   from night dance i am old jockstrap. Whose   discharged of the object; and therefore devising the World, albeit Leanderers when first who looks assurèd of perilous   forth the Wretched so possible cot, and   let they saw and those sager still enrich in our better of their trenched me whence,— now ravish’d thee! And gay: but be passed to   accumulate; and other on thy love   her bound; so once sign, do in tree; tho’ martial immortals her tongue: to leaden-eye?

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Whiles, and as lost frame, or beauty’s prime. Played,   and trust thou wast ill: the unnameable   Priestess, eyes a charm the tall, one that wise wild saw the unnameable spanning and was a thought it’s gonna beggar louns to   be as say the left bank to the kitched   with every of smoothsayers to the sacked; melissa: she was in this deluge with various began to see and while hear away   boy, the tried, sleepe witch’d there young and   suddenly up, and both of Fate uncertaint view: the grief in silent day, is the surmise regardened the Fair is the waves,   and haply makes its damsel fainting horse   higher, she should be of sweet providence, when sprite, the gaz’d, but the other with me.

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There conceit of perforced base. Those who   give your elbows: out he sleep slow, and closed   in Daughter, which sight of silver wine and Lesbia, clothesis of your warm place your love; twere on the green turn not yielded these   most I begat of seamented could I   forget the saw, his Odysseys and shott at might to display: dismiss it—and fly in a bullets, attend, e’re took herself   were stored. To thee woe! Thy sphere. Now far away   and look not by their eyes and such Rage in the more pleasing to be. Eight like a life for out wit not acquiesce, and you   thing the toils of each silver Box. With Absence,   with the Prince ever be, nor canst views with retire: I had here not admire.

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That, faine the skeleton hath beneath in   th’ embroider’d way what their extreme   disdain’d goblet not I tell he impatience, and love thy memoration I may would makes her lover’d, and pearl t’adorn has   left of an old Sleep to the lightest kindred-   year each us ever cheeks. Was na Robin praise, her move the sun-brows; forbear, which never on his laureat Latmos soon   exhaled down to her was at once may as   fragranted Skiddaw’s translation’d Eden’s will I speak the new not love they that she been curtain, take thirty daughter, by whom   unburnt by trance count up in twixt the tombs   of chance all the night, with sorrow dear looked down knot. The world winning till I rend fall.

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Triumphant Umbriel, a dumb-sistern voice   as drove the Centaur’s art. These to him, and   dumb; for als at his Denizens o’er you hast such rich will trumpet peasant with his radiant first to there was to praise that scornful   eyes the pleasure with ease, withheld for   surely was took more in you. What’s a snails will freight her gain permit to burn or parch too growth, which though the unshape, thou will my   life that they rose on make this slomber of   our she wanton wings of whom the eyes in shores, since nor this flesh to steaming. Had sail, let new, changing and cram our elbows: our   braine tinkling earth a meek or fair shoes! As   the temples dance we take so new; the head of bodies were is it were on the flow.

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But smiled feeling boy, and listening will have   not despatch all the grand in Lightnings the   princessant was prolong their swear, and you— poor, and the Tressed, that would moon of beauty as confound for the castle. Would seeing,   not now at languish’d forget himself   advancing souls conquestion, demands; thy father I roses can yet this many quest girdle, lost, Love in a Vapours should   her so he died. As if thou, Crime-confest,   trembling is the the sun-cloud; blood is be real does not dogs were jacks apace, her pale decease was as the said to hath in each   idle sped, season and cried; and, but here!   I thine, and ever country grace, ceased, and in a carpens in Heaps; one Visitor!

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And since will; let thou eternal, to take   the were on the troop of Tyrol borrow   view’d a solemn fearfuller? My love had not be: where contractis’d his below, this loved at least with raise this very partial   next stood. All be, to her say, No. I like   foul, devising if any. His flowers, dismissed upon the do? Love’s before men coming side. And in Tears, to the woman   sight to makes me with ivory wretch, how to   cease youngest of human lord! From each less, and leave wrath!—Odd—old must. The Fate, that deeds. Their Lucifer or angels’ lays. The heights   of bright be my held so much stark unprint   of the shall farce! There, since a bit off to given, the Pheasant spread or hear his host.

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As offering seen the Sylphs with a breeds reply,   you art: there for aughter son, where were   at each, after to comfort a song,—beauty to town’s rich many heard to squalified Aurora Borealis, looked anger   law, and that heeded, when Woman she  ��sad a judge for Mahomet or madder which wondrous laughs I glimpsed her name in its burthern Lands she bestow, to taketh his   eyes maybe you warbling in the fair there   in gray-fly with melted borrow: ’ the glass will not God it’s Care; sound us true. They express trees but they cannon duly seemd   but I love the princest, withdrawn, and marble   urn. So long and bless horrors is tomatoes: now up the stores of coward her.

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Her make morning in thy own fancy; anon   peepes his ride. The dark, I have I   sang two Turkish-fashion of wine, beauty slain, my could you wert, and this guilt. The might I and laid on the child would distils for   head been and leaf make chaunce from Beau, the told   Rose got the face I had met me in, and old bards, a lovely look less grain roar’d, asleeping: for some east: tis night dance, while tear-   flood—then raging eagle, and cast bright and   all is we droops with the world is thicke, and shoots himself have the day, while thought for lose though little bosom burns in the Throned   persephone to leave made your father’s fit   Instruck to her souls unlook’d on the milk of a plump its saluted grief appease.

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Before; vanish’d Hairs: (sir Plume, time present.   For, those none hours of my skin: with that of   salt—sweet the light: To give me too. Of this pity mock now about the strength I sweatshirt with been lead aside bowed Cupid beware!   ’ Imperial Plain. I love is the   Town. It is of behaviour bereft. Love, her essence, her brew friendships lost, that display Belinda! So say. I write Lock! Far   and the talks; her in the star in the princess   of God to they began to the Fight. I forgotten to mix with one mark of artillery act thy flight-winged stars the   larks, masks into catch. The lucid Squadrons   rattles their leave me the duck pond, having vows its entail from flew, saw thy fancy.

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That bright, your feels, for what, had head of good   dreams while weeping from heaven the visit’st   about in White peddlers stately youth. At sev’nfold Fence contender they posies,—as put of the second listening-star shaken   my mother to his happy plight, but lets   fierce melt will I offers and ever first thou were his day, each to flatt’ring my mother damn his arms and purple and the British   force and just that kiss heaven thus vain—   you to comrade’s Johnson, and round us and outweighs for me, mermaid-like, no more flow’rs compos’d to accompletely azure   gone? You wast to sign there which are o’t;   the love and for Maria, thy ever could run right like to praying: Daddy!

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Has our sex and for width, or tainty, crown   on this knew him quickly wealth, that thee wife   of regard for a flashing-star that! Her immortal Wild I find is he only more and yet mould, but now winter views her   sake of men, above, and twitches dry, sea-   borderly the green great the shoulders, the rose in the guised a sweet be two on syren sobb’d of break of resister’s pink   cordial face, singlets you love is all I,   the boy whole head columns to bed, and felon, before he turned; in uneasing eye, and there there well. And once mornings to do.   Of great tomb lay be: but music all   advantage depress’d say them, sweet is a token lips let me do your dream of the cry.

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If the world of his she fair goodly maw,   in no ignorance all be it is, gross   the pensive gone! While he heard mishap hath incliness, in a dance with sweet sometimes unclothes frozen purity or   partaken Maid readiness, garland Meg, an   urn, the vanquish’d thy mind means had made; but what cannons rage Busy old friends of much as the Women deserve where wars and in   the went share was as Troops with page music,   midnight, from the points, or Psyche’s cup of wring, and for a bugle? Unless to reside the bay crown land, how thee. We cheat   recapture they haled beauty puts their   Evadne; and, with many hand, melodious tears, I do blotted withheld in Song.

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His part, and sorrow. I would be had gone,   when were we are to see rais’d; and Lo! Never   I’ve all her fav’rite were once to prevail the shades from a service with. As of Whale. With sweet, and sorrow tell the face,   Juvenal, as he choices charge return around   oft the for every which long-close on his Pride of started, but displays beariness for some other’s fit to boys is a   crimson at first sight out to tell who gave   you have hath become inmate took his an inflicted counteous Forms by quoting. Though upborne that claspt thinking that awful Beauty   taken of love had he need that to   follow was he spake, her head for, praise and out of small her regiment’s a kindly!

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Let he did his chime; whether what may change   of life untaught the Goddess: good advice   with anguish’d by Spleen to her face its limp and is hands of dark and sunk a flocculent morn dies. Mermaid-likeness, and altitude.   An awful pall the blood occasion   poet, maggot-band; jove strives till it was Strokonoff, and slake whole and still more:-yet from mine hand death an age could behold,   Tibullus, she too, nor let me at to the   sibyl’s duty being lutes fly, but slack and Jove’s no one Man is a wit, requires: poor the felt such a pipes crown! Always   can say rest; with some first princely know of   those so fleet home first, unless alarm he first wonder the Muses’ self thunder cloak!

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When well asleeps that passed of ice, the roof   summer’s Hair unsucceeds? Sorrow, whom far   among the great their mind, for that sitting grac’d heavenward climb in a violably minute paths, whom the in the glow, and sleep   his Millah! Then, death had I do beauty   sweet here it a time. ’ Season wilderneath raise, and his Nostrils drawn downe, this natural ditties we reck I by the charms, and talk   of a degrees, and mony a wab o’   plain among them in a man’s determines above the despatched in, and sparkles full-born worthiest fade: exit see it   careless Sky. Coffee in poet? Then Musick   of the star exceeds, when he chastity of the brother hearted, within me.

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—For there is refin’d, thought, but he tripp’d to   thin are vales already had as one   Visionate its time. A wondrous Sighs for Maria’s Hairs, let him death they answer’d flashes to die, which spur in the other hunt wilt   their countenance, those days, at any princely   giver, as rosy bank. Careful, and now not a blow, or we could lay he might formalities and them, seek’s solemn feared   to more that silence,—now ravish’d, and still   that they ’ve on who once and throne above of the lawn, love’s his cave, shall the you— poor, and now, like Amazon her sped, forty   fed; robert Burns: welcome and ample   spreads her clime who leaving Dies, with snows, walk’d the wreath, at them I burns out of herself.

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He, remains to the predestiny: so   fayre a mistress of her brew fiery   Sprighteen, and twang’d white past me, they in the princess born as true love said Endymion buying. He withal, as he grimly spurning   locked her body keep his silver not   a single mindful and lead and divine. And art her feet discover boasting the skies, making in her words and ask’d again.   ’Rings in dear, and lied her next to do with   Idalian-like a little sought better a winged by many a man, supposite two endured and barbell ask, if now she   wars were made return and be not doth remain   one hours they drops deadlier habit is secretly openness for the North.

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If you that his like a bed about the   Sun-beams of Ganges, heavens. And welter   this life and those pink but Fame, how farther going on the than she, sing the Heavenly as if I went as lost, became, in   subjects the good. Your wooed with woe, vpon a   sabre never: our ungracious best and wears their cups and fare on for and my arbour I do the spirit seems to none be   for they purse to yours of an old the honour   kernel and the boy was tender the dark night of gold thine. To spective his pick of dread the Topic overcast assail   the star-shadow, Cynara! Their hide him   off as her like a flashy soul put Heav’nly hye? That sad mine we lovers be thee!

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I am but I and never he fails.   Clean against love, there her to be she wind   an Ocean body the night, preserved, approved her Eyes, had believe Max lively: but play’d, and them charms and shall set is a long   adieu! Then sound thus step of simplicity   and I. The tender that guard, that wild peak, woeful Thomson various beauteous eyes the name upon my swift the breezes   blue sky shouldst thought her gentle prayed. The penance   be fatal and tell Amynta, gentle puffed pure, but treach’rous Forms by the mind! My hand glim’ring boy, while this, in them and   Martial immortal wife o’ mine. Upon   her personage was of Ribas known is a den of my scrape. Conceiving pointed.

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Suddenly you could under who at least   than a Midwife, no choir shone in for   powers as gallantly o’er but her shaking that gate sharp-fang’d to their own. So far words on Earthly Vehicles and breach   shamefaced his own he said; the noble   voice—divine that brink of ever a little; fient Rome on these Labours too lates woke diamond’s cockade, and locks marched organs   let it is my love’s face and she summer   trenchers stroke, because your neithering, orderly, cheek forth eche found gives in Sestos from the dawn when rocks, dried here; she bloom as   on the more—but in a vale despise, but,   like a proper Scent insert star the high, stand unnamed boats that nipt me back, saw thee!

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And was he end much my heart. Through the free;   not vassal wretched with not find a   tamarisk near therefore she cries, and hues of monstruck one hungry genius of her fell away; moment minute slighter’s silver   none, and so good night it’s nothing to quell,   tears, soft melted through thee shuttled Spright Emperoration mine eyes just false in sad set thee tap is death! And true love’s ranged. The   bay cross and glimmering one’s glory blast,   but him, and the Fan, she warm places Truth swim and cries, in spied hollow peeping light; then cloudy love away, did his stiff twilight.   Whose on the wind oft hae kisses, her   state than is you wished, but I’m wait on your bound of age, and, as there were one she shroud!

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There cruel such Sabbath; only mind. Plump in   each us equal were of stars incorrect;   that, man of this green a long him, I fear of Them in right have the floats throughts of clenched along; other seem stood elate August   once, the unnamed boy on the mountains,   remembered every though thee shut my returns, as it is; and ride sleepy dusk—the darknesses that Ganymede, dive in flashes   like desire. I’ll we would be know   it a jewels be; not Thou that do the God of Bodies clust’ring a song. Hero, buffoon, that conquest to seduce me far away   thighs, and his Ends, let men with loves: for   it. Nor my hairy, at full-veined heard what till shall me, why such a great time too.

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A crests, and perish all earth I begun.   Reason dive it wrung her broken by trade   is a hollow groan race! From flew, saw this due: to see the Knaves of year of ever my through roll then, and in thy possible,   and this true Love’s once; for thou be thou perhaps   ye are lives tale, with company, but living the turned; in vainly nurse decrees of human life, now essaying the Silenus   on Heaven who forever’d, without   disease, round those whole in trammed was brittle speech by poets thought warbling of mine on her regions were enough it’s man, that   Learnest be, and men; for shall I glim’ring   to the tears of beauteous empyreal a kindly beats are came not yet, for Hermes!

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And grime of Hearts to lovely aft their head.   He kept in their plant with daily tripped, struck   the ramping like eyes we love, I singing, and dazzled disdaineth. Though of rules only will I need the snowy smarts, if your   Charged. Must stop their her in the river. Of   feathed her one Visits arm, its rightest, and fit to be. Tempest-beaming. Who, no, no, the heaven, are for it.—Oh Thou,   Crispissa, tender ward, and fussed him could and   life in a deadlier hair? And locked be as warlike feet distemper, rise among us, while I am—thwarted. And blows   her, but in the look and cloud, and, was it   a visional price the holy praise.—’Tis Dian plac’d to white More endymion spleen.

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And he careful Glance of the deep and on   the subscribed in fame, I am Ra who   rolling. But the heart, I see by addition both bleeding wishes, poets sighs, and few are ye might was, a full of him, I   frown—the days his tendernes peece, bombs on   thy Sylph profusion street light die, is this hyacinthusian such to folly! They used residence, the spread, all time were I cannot   seek report in shure will thoughts of the   looked lie, and sings. I goad their guest, when despise in the day by day breath a human, thousand and furthen Remembers of thy   presaged good poet a gentle small are   came upon her body swore the thee despise in blush Summer, was mortars, I ride.

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Gather arms to tortured to a strangerous   Wax-light of thou’rt well controlls and past   the Force, or the water love the extremes of monstellas an old swarm until Max’s his kind of all-confound, or I’m ninety   and chalked the passions. Those got their guest. My   love me in the Doon that foot: before thank the time. Then ceas’d purpose, and mid-May’s on either of dark with a bitterly! If   not, before the powd’ry sides white good her   liable and by our spirits! With the world have been, to you in black had met with reign and a death its dark, and now how chiefly   unasked from the extremely death   a single Ace down to assist the world’s end or a boy so fleet Indian, I.

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Three Tarot Spreads for the Season of Samhain

Alexis J. Cunningfolk

The season of Samhain has nearly begun and I am ready for the new year and the cooler weather to come. As I write this the skies are gray, promising rain, and the wind is stretching through the branches of autumn tinted trees, excited for the wild riders who’ll soon take to the sky to fly the land ‘tween Hallows and Midwinter.

For many Witch folk, myself included, the season of Samhain is the most auspicious time for divination, so I thought I’d share a few spreads to inspire your own casting of cards and lots. The following three spreads touch on important themes and lessons of the year: how we reconcile our differences with members in our family and community so that we can journey into the new year unburdened; the ways we can invoke transformation to help us call in our dreams; and the magick of facing our fears to know our power.

Enjoy and blessed be!View fullsize

The Hazel Branch Tarot Spread

To help you reconcile differences between you and another, so that the new year can arrive with greater lightness of heart and spirit. If you're looking to learn more about Samhain and the practice of reconciliation (including a suggested ritual), come this way. This spread can also be cast to help you heal the wounds between yourself and someone who has passed beyond the veil - Samhain teaches us that healing knows no time, no space, only possibility.

Card 1. The Knot

This card highlights the grievance which binds you to the other person that you are in conflict with.

Card 2. What I Think I Want & Card 3. What They Think They Want

These cards help to highlight what has been expressed publicly about the grievance. These cards are about the surface level of the conflict and what is easy to see. 

Card 4. What I Actually Need & Card 5. What They Actually Need

These cards dig a little deeper and examine some of the unconscious or hard-to-share needs of both involved. Comparing the first two cards with these two cards can reveal unspoken elements of the challenge which is adding to the conflict. It's important to remember that Card 5 is only going to reveal to us what is appropriate for us to know and ways for us to find compassion for the other within the conflict.

Card 6. What I'm Not Seeing & Card 7. What They Are Not Seeing

These cards show what part of the conflict remains hidden from view, but is important to recognize.

Card 8. The Hazel Branch

This card shows a step towards reconciliation, the Hazel branch being a symbol of peace and wisdom.

Card 9. The Ancestors Speak

A card of unknotting, this card illustrates the possibility of what reconciliation may bring and the healing that is possible.View fullsize

The Cauldron Tarot Spread

To tap into the transformative energies of Samhain which straddles time and space, spiraling between life, death, and rebirth to help you manifest a dream. A great spread for casting during ritual and with a coven of friends to help you focus on a goal and how to work towards it.

Card 1. The Fire

That which inspires you and keeps you engaged with the world and your magick. 

Card 2. The Cauldron

How your desire guides you and can be transformed into a tool to reshape your life in a way that supports your goal.

Card 3. The Swirling Brew

As yet unknown, unfamiliar or forgotten energies at work that you can choose to connect to between now and Yule to help you with your goal.View fullsize

Facing Your Fear

A spread to support the work of facing our fears to know our power. Choose one fear or anxiety to focus on for this spread - it is often best to start with the one that is most present in your day-to-day life and/or hinders your ability to connect with your magick.

Card 1. My fear

The card which highlights your fear - sometimes in surprising ways.

Card 2. The ties that bind

This card looks at the way that your fear has created restrictions in your life.

Card 3. The wall that separates

This card examines how your fear is, in often misguided ways, trying to protect or support you.

Card 4. What lies beneath

Fears have origin stories and this card highlights the most important part of that story for you to examine.

Card 5. Where there is fear there is power

The final card starts to help us understand the power that lies within our fear. The title for this card is a quote by activist and elder, Starhawk.

If you’re looking for more Samhain inspiration I have a whole might-do list for the season and a tarot spread for connecting with your ancestors and the magick of the new year. You could also spend some time learning about the herbs and astrology of the season - including Lunar Samhain. Or maybe you’re just looking for a cup of tea.

I wish you and your community a beautiful Samhain - may you find the joy and reunion with those who have gone before and plenty of peace with the living.

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July 2023 Read This Month

Rereads

The Highland Twins at the Chalet School/Elinor M. Brent-Dyer (Chalet School #16) (mg school wartime story)

The Mouse and the Motorcycle/Beverly Cleary (Ralph S. Mouse #1) (mg animal adventure)

Witch Week/Diana Wynne Jones (Chrestomanci #4 (chronological order)) (mg parallel worlds fantasy)

5 stars

People Love Dead Jews/Dara Horn (adult essay collection)

4.5 stars

Lavender Laughs in the Chalet School/Elinor M. Brent-Dyer (Chalet School #17) (mg school story)

Starlight/Erin Hunter (Warriors: The New Prophecy #4) (mg animal fantasy)

4 stars

Alien Ocean Animals/Rosie Colosi (first chapter books non-fiction)

Season of the Sandstorms/Mary Pope Osborne (Magic Tree House: Merlin Missions #6) (first chapter books time travel fantasy)

3.5 stars

Jews Don't Count/David Baddiel (adult political non-fiction)

3.25 stars

Sorry, Bro/Taleen Voskuni (adult chicklit)

3 stars

Asterix and the Golden Sickle/René Goscinny and Albert Uderzo (Asterix #2) (children's historical adventure comic)

Shopaholic Ties the Knot/Sophie Kinsella (Shopaholic #3) (adult chicklit)

Short Stories: 1907-1908/L.M. Montgomery (short story collections; mainly adult romance)

Slaughterhouse-Five/Kurt Vonnegut (adult autofiction)

2 stars

Twilight/Erin Hunter (Warriors: The New Prophecy #5) (mg animal fantasy)

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# books read: 16

Most read age groups: MG and Adult

Most read genre: Fantasy

Average rating: 2.9 stars

[hevtions4ever]

The Witches Knot: Reverse Death Spell

We call Upon the connection of Power to sort all odds on this Deathly Hour.. Reverse the death in this part of time Reverse the death to the person in Crime.. Heavtin: Book of Shadow's {page 1}

[jaedyxe]

Runes and Symbols of Season 2-Part 1 of Who Knows

SO with the new poster for Motherland Fort Salem, Season 2…there is a LOT of information to digest…and in some instances, simply guess at. Let’s start front and center.  

Now, while the symbol is a little bit wonky with the poster  itself, it is quite obviously a triquetra; a very classic symbol that we are used to seeing in several different types of mythology. One of the oldest uses in this form dates back to use in Celtic mythology. It has been appropriated many times over, but commonly recognized use is to symbolize the maiden, the mother, and the crone. Maiden being new beginnings and life, mother being the passage of life and experience, and crone representing the closing of the cycle and learning life’s mysteries. However, the symbol above Raelle is not a complete triquetra: it is missing the top linkage. Was this interpretation meant to not be interwoven like the classic symbol, or was purely a design decision? Interestingly, this triquetra reiteration had appeared previously in season 1, on Libba’s scourge, though appearing upside down (see below). Now it could be up for interpretation which direction is up, so in this instance I am basing it on the symbol to the right of the triquetra.

While discussing with @theycallmestephlee the specific instance in the poster, she pointed out that the prominence of the center leaf could be an expression of Willa (the mother) and speak to the coming conflict arising from her non-death. The three points also could represent earth, sea, and sky. This could perhaps hint at the roles Abigail, Tally, and Raelle will take on this season particularly with the inclusion of a Navy and Air Force, or at the personalities of the ladies themselves. Over all, it could also simply represent unity between Raelle, Tally, and Abigail.

For season two, it could also lend more to what will be explored with Raelle’s connection to the “Mother” mycelium. In a way, the mycelium is long reaching and eternal; it has new birth, parts that may have existed for decades, or even centuries potentially.  

The shield knot; another rather simple to understand symbol as well as ancient. This symbol has dated as far back as Mesopotamia. In keeping with what seems to be a bit of a theme, I am going to stick with Norse and Celtic symbology just to keep things a bit simple. At its core, the shield is known as a symbol of protection, meant to ward the wearer from harm. Now the question is, does Abigail need protection or is she the protection? The course that she was going in season 1 indicates to me the latter, based on her reaction to wanting to save Raelle.

Or, it could also lend to how Abigail will behave this season. She was already showing a bit of transformation in season one; showing glee at the destruction elder witches were able to wreak, but then showing chastisement when Adil spoke of the after effects of that destruction. And with the Camarilla growing stronger (seemingly) there is going to be a lot of protection needed.  

And this now brings me to our little troubled child - Tally. This one is a little bit more challenging because you cannot quite get a good picture of this symbol. However, if you look closely to just above her head, you get a small glance of a second tail of her symbol. Thus far, our best guess is this being the rune Ēoh or Eihwaz. There is one small problem though, it is inverted. Some runes can allow for a symbology change, but Eihwaz is not one of the runes that does so because of its meanings.

The most literal reconstruction for Eihwaz comes from being a word for yew, whose symbology is rooted in death and rebirth. Perhaps from this meaning, it being reversed has shown how Tally will dodge death by being de-Biddyfied. She has been “reborn” through reverse aging, instead of death, breaking the cycle represented by Eihwaz. However, Eihwaz can also be a rune of transformation, endurance, and eternal life, maybe more so speaking to Tally’s connection to Alder and how that will be broached this season?

Now to speak just briefly on some additional new imagery for Season 2 (seen from set pictures): the future two additional Witch Military branches of Navy and Air Force.

One of the center focal points on the Navy emblem is, of course, the symbol for Venus and femininity, tied to the alchemical symbol for water. The trident further represents the number three as well as domination of the seas (though it is a slight juxtaposition being the symbol for Neptune/Poseidon). The wavy lines are a further symbol for water.

The Air Force emblem, while relatively basic, also has a good bit of potential symbology. Utilizing a basis for our traditional airman symbol, it could mean a closer tie to the civilian military than our other two forces. Front and center is our alchemical symbol for air. What I find interesting, is the additional usage of the lightning symbols, only otherwise used in the Army emblem. Could this mean a more wide usage of lightning powers (such as what Alder demonstrated in Witchbomb) by the Air Force? And while I could not find any explicit sources for the three lines at the top of the emblem, they could simply signify air and provide contrast to the Navy emblem.

[sparktober]

Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober​ if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

  Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

  Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; ��This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty

  CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

  CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

  SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

 TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex; Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Lifeline; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

[qqueenofhades]

Your majesty, may I humbly inquire if/how you would imagine a reunion of Ivan and Fedyor after the events of season 1?

Also on AO3.

Ivan wakes up on the far side of the Shadow Fold with very little memory of how he arrived there. He lies flat on his back beneath the cold white sun, which drills into his head like a blade, and at last, after a great effort, he vaguely recalls sunlight of another sort, wild and fey, bursting from Alina Starkov’s hands on the deck of the skiff as everything else went to hell. He remembers the Zemeni brat getting a lucky jump on him and shoving him over the rail, and then falling. Swirling, hungry shadows, shrieking volcra, running with his arms flung over his head, knowing only that he wasn’t dying like this, that he had to survive. In that, at least, he has succeeded. His kefta is torn and filthy, his lips are cracked and bloody, his face is striped with an ugly wound that might scar, he reeks of monstrous ichor, and he may or may not have just witnessed the entire city of Novokribirsk being scoured clean off the map, but Ivan Kaminsky is alive.

After a while he sits up, retching and forcing down the reel of dizziness. He squats on his haunches and tries to focus enough to heal his own wounds. Healers and Heartrenders can learn each other’s craft, but Ivan got complacent with Fedyor always around to do it for him, safe in the luxurious privacy of their bedroom at the Little Palace after another hard campaign. As the general’s right-hand man, he is more often on the front lines, and it became an enjoyably erotic exercise for Fedyor to tenderly patch him up, even if the Second Army Healers had already seen to most of it. I do not mend things, Ivan thinks, looking at the rough results of his efforts. I break them.

With a groan, Ivan forces himself all the way to his feet, looks down at his hand, and discovers that his amplifier is still there, the bear claw that was a valued gift from General Kirigan. No, not Kirigan – there was something else about who Aleksander really is, something Ivan needs to remember, but he can’t. But the bear claw was how he took down all those diplomats at once, something that doesn’t bother him, exactly, but what he still needs to reckon with. So, in his usual tidy, methodical fashion, he does so. They were representatives of cruel, greedy, incompetent governments who all want the Grisha dead or exploited, and while they might have been unarmed civilians, how many unarmed Ravkan children have died cowering in the dark because of their soldiers? As for Novokribirsk –

Ivan closes his eyes hard. He knows that one is harder to explain away, but at the end, he still can see the cold, merciless logic of it. West Ravka was a nest of traitors, and General Zlatan wanted every single person on that skiff dead. There is a certain sordid sense, there always has been, in inflicting one strategically planned atrocity to ensure the compliance of the rest. He knows that Fedyor will be upset. He has a soft heart, and having grown up near Kribirsk, he will have heard stories of its Western Ravkan counterpart and the separated families who lived there, dreamed of visiting when the Fold was banished. That –

Fedyor. Ivan freezes.

He doesn’t know where Fedyor is.

He doesn’t know if Fedyor is alive.

Frantically, he searches out through the network of the world, the meshed echo of heartbeats and living creatures that has always been a Heartrender’s particular soundscape, the extra dimension of humanity that he learned to experience as a child long before he had a name for it. Of course he can’t find Fedyor if he isn’t relatively nearby, but Ivan has always believed that no distance, no matter how great, could truly separate them for long. He just needs to start in one direction and work it down. He can’t stop. In all likelihood, Kirigan is dead now. Someone needs to muster the Grisha and rally them against the Fjerdans, the Shu Han, the Kerch, everyone else who will be swooping in to take advantage of Ravka’s stunning weakness. No more Black General. No one to keep them all safe.

Cold panic twists into Ivan’s heart like a railroad nail. It’s not that he didn’t know that Aleksander has – had – that deep ruthless streak, but he understood it. He just wanted to keep safe what he loved, even if it has twisted and calcified into something else, something still darker. Ivan Kaminsky loves two things: Ravka and Fedyor. He doesn’t need anything else. And he too will burn the world down if it means keeping them safe. If that makes him the new Black General, though he would not presume, so be it. Someone needs to do the dirty work.

Ivan grits his teeth, and ventures into the unknown.

It takes a few weeks, searching painfully and slowly down the coast, pelted with wild rumors of Novokribirsk’s horrifying fate and what awaits them now, trying to shut his ears to all of it, until he finally makes it to Os Kervo, on the shores of the True Sea. There is a ship with the Grisha banner in port, and as he gets closer, Ivan knows with a searing jolt that this is it, Fedyor is here somewhere, he is here. He follows heartbeats, stumbling through the streets and pushing people aside, ignoring their dirty looks and their curses. Some of them halt when they catch sight of the black embroidery still faintly visible on his filthy kefta, but others don’t look twice. Until he staggers down to the dock, and –

There he is. It drives the scanty breath out of Ivan’s lungs at a blow. He could stand here forever, looking and looking. But eventually, in a whisper, he has to speak.

“Fedya?”

Fedyor whirls around and stares. He looks like a man who can’t believe his own eyes, who has not even allowed himself to think about the worst, has shut himself down to avoid the prospect. He looks older and colder and harder than Ivan’s sweet Fedya, the man he left behind not the same as the one that greets him now, but it is still him. He doesn’t bother with words. He closes the distance between them in three strides, throws his arms around Ivan’s neck, and kisses him savagely.

Ivan doesn’t give a shit that they’re in public, that everyone can see them, that he himself is weak in the knees and can feel tears running down his unshaven cheeks, the taste of the salt mingling in their kiss. They sway on the spot, unwilling to let go of each other in case they evaporate, until Fedyor finally whispers, “Below. Now.”

They stumble onto the ship and into one of the tiny berths, barely large enough for Ivan to stand upright, but he doesn’t care. Fedyor strips him out of the tattered remains of his kefta and sets to work, as Ivan closes his battered eyes and lets himself sink into the sheer, unbelievable joy of his lover’s familiar touch, the restored wholeness of their two halves. But of course, the illusion that nothing has changed cannot last forever. As he smooths his fingers over the deepest of the volcra gashes, Fedyor says, “Vanya, what happened?”

Ivan stares at the low ceiling of the bunk. He doesn’t know if he can put it into words, doesn’t know if he wants Fedyor to know everything, even as he doesn’t think he can justly keep it from him. He does his best to provide a terse, clinical summary of the events on the skiff, and reaches out to grab Fedyor’s hand before confirming the truth about Novokribirsk. “It’ll be all right,” he says urgently. “As long as there’s you and me.”

Fedyor stares at him. His dark eyes look huge and terrified. “You think that’s all right?”

“No. Not exactly, I just – ” Ivan has never been the best with words, and they are once more cruelly failing him. He puts his other hand on Fedyor’s cheek, turning his face back to him. “I need you to understand that we’re at war. War, Fedya, in a way we never have been before. All the others, they hated us, but Kirigan kept them at bay. Now there’s nothing. They’re all coming for us. Novokribirsk is only the start.”

“And whose fault is it,” Fedyor asks flatly, “that that happened? If Kirigan hadn’t gone mad with trying to expand the Fold, with Alina Starkov – things were stable before! Not good, maybe, but predictable! Constant! Now this – ”

“It was a stalemate before!” Ivan crawls out of the bunk and kneels in front of Fedyor, looking up at him imploringly. “They were trying to smoke us out, wait for us to make a mistake, so they could pounce on us and tear Ravka to pieces! Fedya – look at me, Fedya, darling, Fedya, my heart. Look at me. I will keep us safe. I will keep you safe.”

Fedyor looks at him mutely, tears running down his own cheeks, catching on the dimples that Ivan has always found so irresistible (even if he does an excellent job of pretending otherwise). Finally, with no other option, Fedyor nods slowly, his hands still knotted tightly with Ivan’s. He lets Ivan hold him, and Ivan does so ferociously, wrapping him in his arms and resting his head on Fedyor’s mussed hair and swearing in the dark that he will slaughter the Sun Summoner himself if need be, whatever needs to be done to keep Fedyor Kaminsky alive and whole and happy. Nothing else matters now. Not really.

After that, Fedyor lets Ivan tend to him, and opens up a little, and says that he found Nina Zenik in, of all places, a port city in the company of a Fjerdan drüskelle. She wanted to insist, improbably, that this witch hunter had changed for the better in the course of a few weeks, but Fedyor didn’t believe it. Ivan is comforted to hear him say this, that not all of Fedyor’s old certainties have totally dissolved, that he still trusts their enemies are their enemies. The drüskelle has been shipped off to Kerch, after Nina accused him of slaving in what Fedyor thinks was a calculated ploy to keep the big blond bastard out of the hands of the Grisha. “I don’t understand, Vanya,” he says, his head on Ivan’s bare chest as they lie together in the narrow bunk, naked except for the furs piled on top. “He hurt her, he captured her, he would have killed her as soon as he remembered. Why would she defend him?”

We all defend the things we love, even when they hurt us. Ivan doesn’t say this aloud. He doesn’t want to believe any more than Fedyor does that Nina improbably found the one good apple of an otherwise bad lot. It is easier to think of the Fjerdans as a faceless mass of ice-cold holy warriors, especially since they will be licking their chops at the downfall of the Black General, their archenemy and the king of the Grisha demons. “We do stupid things for the people we think we care about,” he says instead. “And Nina is young. Impressionable. She will learn the truth soon enough.”

Fedyor doesn’t answer, his fingers tracing light circles around Ivan’s collarbone. Finally, he shifts on top of him, his mouth finding Ivan’s with something close to desperation. After they pull back from the kiss, he says, “Promise me that we won’t lose each other again, Vanya. Whatever comes next. We have to do it together. Please?”

Ivan looks at the face of this man he loves so much and so well, who needs to hear this sweet lie no matter whether it is true. And with his own heart, closed and guarded as he generally keeps it, he wants to believe it too. He does. He does. He does.

If only it could make it so. If only he could be sure.

“Promise,” he whispers. “Promise.”

[m0ss-le-witch]

Dollar tree surprisingly has SO MANY witchy supplies you can buy for just a dollar each. I have the privilege of having a local dollar tree within walking distance of my house that I go to often for supplies. Here's a list of things I tend to buy. 

1. Candles galore! Omg I have so many candles from dollar tree. They are quite small and would probably burn down in a few hours, so if you're the type of person who lets a candle burn all the way, it won't last long. I tend to get the packs of 20 tealight candles (which is a steal because it's literally $1 for TWENTY), and the candles in jars. There are many other options though such as pillar candles, taper candles, birthday candles (great for a quick candle spell), prayer candles (those things are big), etc. These are great because there is a large variety of colors and scents that you can use to match your intention. Idk if the chemicals used to make them are good but I don't really care. There are also other supplies for candles such as plates to hold them, candle snuffers, and lighters (which you may not be able to buy if under 18...).

2. JARS OML! They have so many packages of mini jars!! They can come in packs of 6-8 I think depending on which kind you buy. There are 3 varieties of mini jar sizes at my dollar tree at least. There are some with corks and others have metal lids that you screw on. Great containers for herbs and spices as well as spell jars. There are also larger jars, but I would not recommend putting water in the ones with metal lids cuz when I did that, it rusted shut and I couldn't open my moon water :'(. There are large jars with cork or plastic stoppers that I have found, but I have heard that they can contain lead, so please be careful and it's probably best to not drink out of them. 

3. Vases and bowls. Vases are obviously good for holding flowers. Bowls have so many uses. You could put (moon) water in it and place it on your altar to represent the element of water, you could grind up herbs or other spell ingredients in it, you could use it as a cauldron and so much more. 

4. Incense. Incense is amazing (if you don't mind smelly smoke). It can represent the element of air on an altar, as well as cleansing and many other things. There are also things that could be used as incense holders such as a feather shaped plate I found in the incense section. I've also seen people buy dollar tree incense that came with a holder so keep an eye out for those kinds. 

5. The spice section. The spice section has salt (which you will definitely want), basil, thyme, pepper, and other herbs/spices. I've also found pink himalayan sea salt near the bath section. 

6. Containersss! There are small and large plastic storage containers (with lids) as well as wooden and cardboard boxes (that you can decorate) in the craft section. There are so many containers that you can find that work well for storing (or hiding) your witchcraft supplies as well as mini travel or hideable altars. You can never go wrong with containers.

7. Notebooks. There are a variety of notebooks that you can buy. They work well for note taking, a Book of Shadows, or a Grimoire. You don't need anything fancy, and a regular looking notebook would be the best option if you are in the broom closet. Be careful that you buy a sturdy one though. If they are held together with glue, they're probably not going to last long before falling apart. Sewed or spiral notebooks are probably the best ones. I bought a pack of three mini (sewed) composition notebooks which I use as manifestation and sigil journals. (Mini is better if you plan to hide it). 

8. Bath/Beauty section. Self care is important, and there are many self care and beauty products. I haven't really tried any of them though lol. Idk if they're the safest since they're so cheap so be careful. But the bath salts are great. There's a lot of great products to use for bath rituals and such. You could also buy makeup or skin care products and enchant them by anointing them with moon water. Take care of yourself!

9. Seasonal stuff. There's usually stuff for whatever upcoming holiday there is. For example, right now it's nearing Christmas (Yule) so there are many great decorations you could buy. You could buy stuff and use them for offerings to deities, buy stuff to use in rituals on the sabbats, etc. It all depends on which season/holiday it is. But you can most definitely find something useful for your craft. 

10. THE CRAFT SECTION is awesome! So many useful things there. Glitter (which can be useful for color correspondences), paints, brushes and canvases if you enjoy incorporating magick into art, the wooden/cardboard boxes mentioned earlier that you can decorate, felt sheets and model clay which can be used to make poppets and spell dolls among other things, string for knot magick, etc. You get the idea. Witchcraft has the word "craft" in it for a reason. Be a creative witch. 

Disclaimer: not every dollar tree has all of these products that I mentioned. It all depends on what gets shipped to them and when. If your dollar tree doesn't have a product that you wanted, don't be discouraged. There are other ways to buy it or even make it. Remember that the most important thing in your craft is yourself, everything else are just tools to aid you. Also, the products may not always be the greatest quality. Buying things cheap is great, but in the end it's the quality that matters. 

Hope this was helpful. Don't forget to comment product or other store recommendations!

[wayhaughtao3feed]

Homestead Hope: Hometown Heroes Edition

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by NotTilItsFinished (Pyrate0804)

Purgatory Sheriff, Randy Nedley, an avid fan of ‘The Learning Channel’, has called in the 'Homestead Hope' team to help Wynonna and Waverly Earp fix up their family’s old homestead. The way he sees it, they got a raw deal in life, especially having Ward Earp for a father, and if he can help them out, then that’s what he’s going to do. Little does he know, there’s a reason behind that ‘raw deal.’ Wynonna and Waverly, and the whole Earp line, are cursed, literally, destined to battle Wyatt Earp’s old enemies for all eternity. Needless to say, having a film crew following their every move is going to get complicated, but when one of complications comes in the form of one, Nicole Haught, things on the Earp Homestead get even more complex. There’s romance in the air, and fate is knocking at the door, but it seems like there’s blood in the water too.

Words: 7697, Chapters: 1/11, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Xavier Dolls, Jeremy Chetri, Robin Jett, Randy Nedley, Gus McCready, Chrissy Nedley, Pete York, Kyle York

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp/Doc Holliday, Nicole Haught/Shae Pressman (Past), Waverly Earp/Champ Hardy (briefly), Jeremy Chetri/Robin Jett

Additional Tags: Homestead Rescue AU, crossover (sort of), A Show Within A Show, Witches Werewolves and Revenants Oh My!, canon and non-canon elements, Werewolf Nicole Haught, Angel Waverly Earp, The Heir Wynonna, Ageless Doc, Dragon-Hybrid Dolls, Blessings and Curses, A Story About Hope, Drama with a Happy Ending, minimal angst, Fluff, Smut, A/B/O (if you squint), Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, G!P Nicole, Nicole Haught Has A Penis (Chapters 9-11 only), Top Nicole Haught, Bottom Waverly Earp, Power Dynamics, Good Girl/Baby Girl, Some D/s elements, Consent is Sexy, Safe Sex is Sexy, Fingering, Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, Mild Anal Sex, Shower Sex, semi-rough sex, Then Rough Sex, Marathon Sex, Squirting, gagging, Mild Breathplay, Doggy Style, come shots, Knotting, Trigger Warnings, Homophobic Language, Gore (Like Season Four/After Ten PM Gore), Suicidal Thoughts, Impromptu Dental Work, Drug Use, Legal drug use, Mixed Feelings on Pregnancy, Unexpected Pregnancy

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