#using the sigil of stamina

[rabbitofharmony]

Saw your GW post, revenant?

i have two actually

the first being CAPTAIN SUAVICUS

his name was fun to yell and i had a voice for him, i didn't really understand rev when they came out in HoT so i mostly just ran around as herald and had the boons on. he was more of a bit character that i larped with, him yelling his name for he is none other than Capitain Suavicus!!!!!!

it wasn't until Vindicator that things really clicked and they clicked even harder when i sat down and made another rev that wasn't made for the purposes of a joke

and his name is Johann Triacanthos, named after the honey forest tree and the scientist who named it

vindicator sung to me cause it had dragoon vibes and that's very much what inspired him, the honey forest tree is known for its dagger like thorns that have been said to be able to break bones with puncture wounds.

right now, he is still very much a baby, the bounty hunter armor really being his only look so far, i mused with the idea that he can only use armor with spines, as for back story? so far he is a hunter of great beasts, i think in his waking dream (pauses to make inspired backstory decisions on the spot) ... i'm thinking bones, i think he saw many creatures felled with his greatsword(read spear) and maybe even one of the dragons at the end, he is meant to be kind of milk toasty but even when covered in his enemies blood? i'm sure with time he will be more fleshed out, especially when i play through the story with him.

[feyhunter78]

Think I'm Gonna Call it Off

Description: You have been Prince Aemond's secret for years now, but a certain visiting Stark opens your eyes to what could be.

Inspired by the line “think I’m gonna call it off, even if you call it love, I just wanna love someone who calls me baby.” From Good Luck, Babe by Chappell Roan

Part 2

This is ridiculous, you are a Lady of a fine house, virtuous, beautiful, intelligent, kind and your embroidery skills have been praised by Queen Alicent herself and yet here you sit waiting for Prince Aemond to return. To return and not spare you a single glance. Not until you are tucked away from the prying eyes of the court, until he is confident no one can hear your conversations.

You wonder if it is foolishness that keeps you sitting there, leaning against one of the many windows in the library, searching the skies for Vhagar’s great form set against the clouds.

You have rejected a number of suitors, worried your father and mother, made yourself seem all but undesirable in the eyes of the court, all because the prince swore that he would tell his mother. That he would announce to the whole of the realm that he loved you, and that you would be wed as soon as possible. He does not want a Valyrian wedding he said, he has no taste for it, he wants to honor you, honor his mother, and the Seven whom he worshiped.

“Lady y/n?” Lord Cregan Stark’s voice rolls through you like thunder, the deep baritone, the rouge northern brocade that made him pronounce your name just slightly different from everyone else, just enough that shamefully it makes you feel special.

You turn your head away from the towering window and give him a small smile. “Lord Stark, I did not expect to see you here.”

He returns your smile and leans against the wall; arms crossed over his chest.

Seven help you, he did have such strong looking arms, the sight of them never ceases to distract you. Even his thick tunic, and his dark-colored cloak could not hide them. Truly, everything about Lord Stark seemed strong. Queen Alicent said it is common of a Northmen, that they must be strong to survive the winters, while Lady Frey said it was the wolf’s blood in his veins. That all Starks had unnatural strength, speed, and stamina granted to them by the Old Gods. Neither woman’s explanation accounted for the man’s looks though.

Lord Stark is quite handsome, a strong jaw and sharp cheekbones with a close-cut beard, more stubble than a full beard though, and gray eyes like a winter storm. His dark hair is around Prince Aegon’s length, though often tied back and much better cared for. His lips are full and healed, having been cracked and dry from the drastic change in temperature on his trip down south. A small scar runs through the corner of them, on the right side, giving him a more roguish appearance. He said he had gotten it as a child, playing around with his father’s sword. And he was tall, so, so tall, towering over you in a way no man has before.

Then he laughs, the sound warming you to the bones, making a blush rise to your cheeks. “Do not tell me you think me a barbarian, as the others do. I thought you knew me better than that, little fox.”

The name he has graced you with never fails to make your heart stutter and disrupt any coherent thought you might have had. It is a reference to your house sigil, you know that. But the way he says it, how his accent wraps around each syllable, makes it seem far more…intimate than simply a friendly moniker given to you by a man who does not know your customs.

Aemond calls you his, or some sweet term of endearment in High Valyrian in private, sticking to Lady y/h/n in public. You wish he would use your name, you have told him time and time again, even the Queen and Princess Helaena use it. You have been at the Red Keep for nearly a decade now, been in the Princess’ inner circle of friends for almost as long, it would not seem strange to others.

“Lord Stark—”

“Cregan, or Lord Cregan if you must add the lord, as I have told you before.” He corrects you, but not unkindly, his lips curling up into a fondly exasperated smile.

“Lord Cregan, I did not mean to imply I believe that libraries were not your preferred place to spend your time, only that I thought you would be joining the other men on their hunt.”

He glances out the window towards the Kingswood. “And I would think you would be taking tea or sewing with the other ladies.”

You have been caught.

“Ah yes, well, as you know, Prince Aemond is to return today and Princess Helaena asked me to keep watch. She loves her brother very much but has to entertain the other ladies so could not watch for him herself.”

You pray Helaena will forgive you for involving her in a lie.

Cregan hums low in his throat and his eyes flicker to you, picking you apart. “Did she now?”

You nod, not trusting your own voice.

“The prince is lucky to have such a vision of beauty to return home to.” He says, running his eyes down your form, drinking in every detail with something akin to reverence? Though you know you must be seeing things. Cregan Stark would not look at you in such a way, there is no reason to.

“Princess Helaena is quite beautiful.” You agree, trying to keep an air of propriety around you even as your mind screams at you to flee for fear you will say something utterly stupid.

Cregan reaches out, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for a moment caressing your cheek. “Aye, but she is not who I speak of.”

You? He means you?

You duck your head, cheeks warming once more. “You flatter me.”

He shifts forward, invading your space, the scent of forest air and woodsmoke filling your nostrils. “Is it flattery if it is true?” He is so close, still a respectable distance but close enough that you can reach out and touch him, can feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

“I believe that is a question for the maesters.” You tease lightly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“You are a smart girl, little fox, I am sure you can figure it out.” He teases back, a glimmer in his eyes that excites you.

No one teases you; no one jests or challenges you like Cregan does. You assume it is because they all know Prince Aemond has claim on you, or because you are a lady, but you are educated, and strong-willed, you enjoy a good challenge. You enjoy Cregan speaking to you like an equal.

“Truth is relative, as they say.” You offer, cocking your head innocently, barely able to keep a smile off your face.

“Aye, some say. Though your beauty is truth, relative or not. Surely you must know that.” He counters.

“Vanity is not a virtue.” You say, meeting his gaze. The storm gray of them has softened to a dove gray, mirth dancing within them.

“Neither is lying and yet…”

“Are you accusing me of lying, Lord Cregan?” You gasp in mock outrage.

“About knowing that your beauty is what every man dreams of returning home to? Yes.” He says, his tone light and blithe, but his words, and the way his eyes darken for a moment? It takes your breath away.

“Your beauty, little fox, is one that haunts men’s dreams, that keeps them fighting when they are the last standing. That they keep in their mind as they clash swords, traverse through snow and sea.” He continues, holding your gaze, voice no longer light, but heavy with intent and promise. “It is a beauty one wishes to see the moment they return home before all else, or any others. A beauty that should be admired in all lights and shadows. The setting of the sun and its rising, the summer days and winter nights, one to be cherished.”

You break away from his gaze, a twinge of sadness in your chest. Aemond has never spoken to you in such a way, he has waxed poetic about your beauty, flattered you, lavished you with sweet words, but it has never felt the same as Cregan’s did now. Guilt replaces the sadness, and you toy with the edge of your sleeves. You should not be engaging with Cregan in this way, it was not right, even if it made you feel…something. “You are too kind, My Lord.”

Cregan reaches for you, breaching what was proper, and taking your hand in his. They are so much larger than yours, so warm, so gentle. “Have I spoken out of turn?”

“No, no, I am just—I am a maiden of the South, Lord Stark, I am not used to such forwardness from a man I am not courting with.”

“Honesty, it is honesty, though I apologize for my forwardness.” Cregan says, subconsciously stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Either way, I am not used to it.” You say heart calming with each stroke of his calloused thumb.

Cregan’s brows furrow. “I have heard tales of—the other noblemen, they speak highly of you. Of your beauty, your kindness, your wit, are they all struck dumb by your very being, is that why no one has praised you as you deserve?”

You feel you should say something about Aemond, but what could you truly say? There is no formal betrothal in place, he has not publicly staked his claim beyond a possessiveness that those who spent enough time in court could see. But nothing is ever outwardly stated.

You go to speak, but Cregan stops you. “My apologies, I should not have asked such a thing, how are you to know what lies within the minds of man?”

“You are correct, I do not know their minds.” You say instead and bury down any explanation involving Aemond and his invisible claim.

A dragon roar fills the air, the window vibrates with the force of the sound, and your eyes shoot back to the window. Prince Aemond is home.

“Or they fear the mind of one man and thus hold their tongues.” Cregan says, releasing your hand.

“The prince? I—he—we…it is not—” You cannot get the words out fast enough.

“I will take my leave.” He says, remaining for a moment searching your face until it seemed he had found what he is looking for, and left.

You watch him go, admiring the strength in his stride, when he turns back, a strange look in his eyes. “At the feast tonight, might I have a dance?” He asks.

“With me?” Your heart is pounding against your chest.

He nods.

Footsteps rush by the open library door, and you can hear Princess Helaena calling out to Prince Aemond.

You stand, smoothing out your skirts with shaky hands, why did he make you so nervous? Or is not nerves, but excitement? “Of course, Lord Cregan, I would be honored.”

“I will hold you to that.” Cregan smile, then he disappears down the hall, and you are left alone to hurry after the princess.

Aemond does not call for you until hours after he has returned. When you knock on the door to his chambers, dressed already for the feast, he bids you to enter in a soft voice, exhaustion tinging each word.

You hurry to his side, clasping one hand between your own. “My Prince, I cannot tell you how happy I am that you have returned safely.”

He uses his free hand to cup your cheek, that half smile, half smirk he wears so well on his well sculpted face. “I was only gone for a mere moon, and I was never in any danger, did you doubt your Prince, ñuha nūmio?”

“No, of course not, but…you would not tell me where you were going, no one would.” You say, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“That is simply because it was not information you needed.” He says, brushing the pad of his thumb across your lips.

“But if I am to be your wife, would it not be prudent if I were to know where my husband is?”

Aemond’s eye, a brilliant amethyst, hardens, then he looks away and sighs. “Lady y/h/n I have told you patience is a virtue, and your virtue is what I adore most.”

You bite your lip, internally chastising yourself. You know better than to rush him. “My apologies.”

Aemond frees your bottom lip from between your teeth and brushes his lips across your forehead. “Do not take my words so harshly, your eagerness is quite endearing, and I to wish for us to be wed, but it is not yet time.”

You lean into his touch, “I understand.”

“How have you been amusing yourself while I was away, ñuha nūmio? Did anything exciting happen?” Aemond asks, his thumb resting beside the corner of your lip.

“Not much, it seems you had taken all the excitement with you. Though as you know Lord Stark’s arrival has caused quite a stir and now two moons later still is. Many ladies are jockeying for the position of Lady of the North.” You tell him, giggling at the memory of some of your friends’ actions.

“But not you?” Aemond asked, his tone making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

“No, I am yours, why would I wish to be Lady of the North?” You reassured him, brushing back a lock of silver hair from his face.

For a moment, you are struck with the memory of the feel of Cregan’s fingertips, rough and calloused but gentle against your skin. The warmth of his skin, the softness of his gaze, the earnestness of his words. What was he looking for when he stared into your eyes, when he took in every detail of your face?

“If you are too distracted, you may leave, My Lady.” Aemond says, the irritation in his voice drawing you from your thoughts.

“No, no, I am not, I am just so happy you have returned.”

Aemond hums in acknowledgement, dressed in his feast finery as well. “I have missed you.”

Your heart flutters. “I have missed you as well.”

He releases your chin to trail his fingers down the column of your neck. His cool touch causes goosebumps to follow in his wake, and he dips his head low to press his lips to your cheek, then begins to follow his fingers with his lips. “I have missed you, your voice, your smiles, your touch.”

You shiver in response, grabbing onto his doublet.

“Do not touch, you will wrinkle the fabric.” He warns, even as his hands grip your waist.

You remove your hands, clasping them behind your back.

“I will not be able to dance with you tonight, mother has brought another girl for me to try and charm.” He says, into your skin, his silver hair brushing against your exposed décolletage.

Your heart sinks. “Not even one dance?”

Aemond sighs and presses a final kiss to the hollow of your throat. “You know I detest it as much as you do, but it is my duty.”

You nod, blinking back the tears that threaten to appear on your waterline.

He smooths down your hair and turns you towards the door. “I will try to find time for one dance, but I cannot make any promises.”

His words lift your spirits, and you smile at him. “Thank you, Aemond.”

“Prince Aemond, we have guests tonight.” He reminds you, then he shuts the door, and you hurry back to your chambers.

The Great Hall is decorated beautifully, and you sit at your table with the other ladies of Helaena’s circle. A wine glass in hand as you watch Aemond dance with Cerelle Peake, her brown hair pinned up with a net of gold and sapphires, her umber gown flowing beautifully as she twirled.

“Come now, y/n, you will never be asked to dance with such a scowl.” Johanna Swyft says, poking your cheek goodnaturedly.

“No, she will never be asked to dance because the prince glares at anyone who tries.” Mina Redwyne says, clinking her glass against yours in silent sympathy.

Johanna shoots her a look. “Do keep your voice down, Mina.”

You take a long drink from your glass, emptying it, then setting it down, scanning the crowd for another servant. “Perhaps I do not wish to dance.”

“I am crushed to hear that Lady y/n.” Cregan’s presence makes every lady at your table sit up straight, and you turn to face him.

“Lord Stark.” You say, bowing your head in his direction.

He holds out a hand, and you remember how it nice felt, the phantom warmth still lingering. “I do believe you agreed to a dance, earlier today?”

“Lucky.” Mina hisses, as Johanna juts her elbow into your side to prod you up and out of your seat.

You stand, and take his hand, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in your side. “I did.”

Cregan leads you to the dance floor, and you can hear your friends giggling behind you, much to your utter embarrassment.

“Your friends seem quite encouraging.” Cregan says, barely holding back a laugh.

“When they learned I have no sisters, they decided that they would act as such, apparently that means acting in a most embarrassing way.” You say, falling into the rhythm of the dance.

“I knew you had brothers, but I did not know you were the only daughter, that must make you very precious in your father’s eyes.” Cregan ventures, his large, warm hand pressed to yours as you circle each other.

“I would like to think so.” You smile, your heart aches for a moment with homesickness. “He could not attend this feast, he is too ill to travel, my eldest brother is here on his behalf, accompanied by my second-eldest brother who is here to drink and presumably enjoy the Silk Streets.”

“I never had a taste for brothels.”

“Nor I.”

Cregan smiles and twirls you. “I thought not, for I have heard you are far too virtuous.”

You shrug. “It is more, I do not wish to spend the coin.”

Shock flashes across his face then he laughs, repeating your words quietly with a chuckle, and as you are spun back into his arms you cannot help but laugh as well.

“You are clever, little fox, I will miss you when I return home.” He says, his eyes searching you once more.

Your heart stops, and you trip over your feet. “You are leaving?”

His grip on you tightens as he helps you right yourself. “Aye, I have been here for two moons, that is far too long, my people need me.”

You do not want him to leave, you will miss him dearly, his laugh, his expressions, his stories. You will miss the walks you had taken together, the discussions that ran late into the night, just outside your chambers, the men standing guard pretending they were not listening. The way he presented you with the pelts of animals he had hunted, regaling you with the tale of how he felled it. Who would challenge you now, who would make you laugh, would listen to your words, and respond as if you were an equal, as if your sex did not diminish your intelligence?

“When will you leave?” You ask, unable to keep your voice steady, so you spin away from him to give yourself a moment to smother your emotions.

Cregan pulls you back into his arms, trapping you with his steady gaze. “In a few days time.”

“Oh…” You manage to choke out, swallowing hard, your eyes on your feet.

“I have been meaning to tell you, there just never seemed to be a good time.” Cregan says sheepishly.

You nod, still staring at the floor. “Well, I will miss you.”

“I will miss you too, y/n,” he says softly, then he slips a finger under your chin and lifts it gently. “In all lights, in all seasons.”

Tears blur your vision, and you hastily blink them away, not even noticing he has said only your given name, no title attached. Cregan’s warm thumb catches any stray tears that fall, and you lean into his touch, desperate for more of that something he had made you feel before. That something you realize he was always making you feel, and that he is making you feel right now, though it is tinged with grief. “Cregan, I—”

“Lady y/h/n, I believe I promised you a dance.” Aemond’s voice is steel, ice, the frigid fear that ran through the veins of Vhagar’s victims, and you hurriedly wipe away any remaining tears plastering on a false smile, before you turn, Cregan’s other hand still on your waist.

You drop into a curtsy. “My Prince, that you did.”

Cregan’s hand lingers, and your heart lurches in your chest when the warmth of it is finally removed.

Another song has begun to play, one you love dancing with Aemond to. It allows for close movements and lingering touches that you always long for with him.

“I thought you did not wish to be the Lady of the North.” He says, his eyes picking you apart as Cregan’s did but there is a cold methodical feel to it that makes you feel utterly and horribly exposed.

“He was merely being kind, no one else had asked me to dance.” You protest, falling into the rhythm as you had before.

“No one else should, you are mine.” Aemond say, spinning you out, and then back in.

His hands burn through your gown, your skin, meeting bone, and before you would have loved it, relished the feeling, but now you feel they are too hot, your skin prickles uncomfortably.

“I like to dance; I do not get to dance when you are occupied, and you are often occupied.” You say quietly, your head bowed ever so slightly.

“I had them play your favorite song, as a reward for your patience.” He says, ignoring your words. “Do you like it?”

“I do, thank you.” You smile and raise your head, hoping to catch his eye and find it brimming with affection. That would soothe your wounded heart, would banish the grief you feel at Cregan leaving.

Instead, his eye is elsewhere, you follow its gaze to see it land on the Peake girl. You do not blame her, do not hate her, though your blood turns to fire in your veins, and you brace yourself for what you are going to say next.

“When are we going to be wed, I have been patient for many years, and you never tell me when my patience will be able to end.” You say, holding your chin high. You are not a Peake, but you still have pride.

His eye flicker back to you, his grip tightening. “Are you truly asking this now?”

“Yes. Yes, I am, because I am tired of waiting, tired of watching as you charm others, tired of being shunted to the side because even though you will not claim me, no one else is allowed to.” You can no longer keep your emotions contained. “I want to be happy Aemond, I want to be happy with you, but I am not happy.”

“Not everything is about your happiness, Lady y/h/n.” Aemond snaps.

You reel back as if you have been struck. “I did not say it was. You have been the one saying you wished to marry me, promising me you would tell the whole of the realm how deeply you care for me. I have done nothing else but dote on you and be patient.”

Guilt flashes across his face, and he reaches for you, but you push his hands away. “It is not so simple.”

“Do you see my face in your dreams, does it keep you fighting, keep you marching on, am I the first person you wish to see when you return home, do you wish to see me in all lights, in all seasons?” You throw Cregan’s words in Aemond’s face and wait for a response.

Aemond laughs, taking your hands, and bringing you back into the dance. “You have picked up a new book of poetry, I see.”

You cannot find it in yourself to be angry, the shock settling in, muffling everything until it is as if you are floating underwater. The rest of the night passes that way, you go through the motions, avoiding Cregan, your friends, shooting you concerned looks.

Then the feast ends, guards escort those too drunk to find their chambers, all others dispersing to their places for the night, or into Fleabottom for more revelry.

You try to sleep, but it will not come, Cregan and Aemond’s words echoing in your sleepless mind, until finally you throw off your blankets and wrap a robe around your nightshift.

You creep through the halls, no true direction in mind, letting your feet take you where they wished, when a flicker of umber catches your eye. Pressing yourself behind a pillar, you wait a moment then peek out.

“Lord Stark, might I be allowed to enter?” Cerelle Peake’s voice is soft, as was required for the late hours.

“Lady Peake, might I ask why you wish to enter my chambers?” Cregan asks, his words thick with sleep. His hair is loose, his night shirt exposing his broad chest.

“I thought perhaps you might enjoy some company.” She says, as she takes a step towards him, moving to run a finger down his chest.

Cregan catches her hand and gently returns it to her side. “I do not wish for your company, Lady Peake. Please return to your chambers quietly, and I will not speak with your father about this.”

Cerelle scoffs and turns on her heel, storming down the hallway. You wait until Cregan’s door closed then follow her.

Halfway there, you know where she was going, you have walked these halls many times. Not wanting to further your own pain, you turn back to your own chambers, but your feet disobey you, and you find yourself in front of Cregan’s door.

You knock before you could stop yourself and the door swings open, a tired and angry Cregan standing before you. “Lady Peake, I do not need any comp—” His words die on his lips as he realizes it was you and not Cerelle. “Y/N?”

“All those things you said, about my beauty, about me, did you mean them? Truly?” Tears prick at the backs of your eyes, your chest tight, your bottom lip trembling.

Cregan rubs the sleep from his eyes. “Do not tell me you woke me only to hear more flattery.”

A sob escapes your lips. “I thought you said it was truth, not flattery.”

Cregan snaps awake, pulling you into his arms. “Little fox, I am sorry, I was half asleep, yes, yes, it is truth.”

You cling to him, gripping his night shirt, your face buried in his chest as you sob, every fear, every pain spilling out into his warm embrace. “Tell me you meant it, that you see me in your dreams, that you want me, in all lights, all seasons, that I am not destined to wait forever for someone to love me.”

“I love you, y/n, I love you, you do not need to wait, I will tell you as many times as you desire. I meant it, all of it, you haunt my dreams, you plague my waking thoughts, I want you at any time, in any manner, or light, or moment I can have you.” He says, his voice is steady, and you can feel the vibrations of it deep in his chest, alongside his beating heart.

“I want to go with you to Winterfell, I want to be your Lady of the North, or even just your mistress if my house is not a good enough match, Cregan I do not care. I love you and all I care about is that we are not parted, that we are never parted, I do not think I will be able to breathe if we are parted.” You confess, looking up at him afraid to see what you saw in Aemond’s eye.

Cregan cups your face and kisses you, the taste of honeyed ale on his tongue, his hands warm as he keeps you close, using his foot to kick the door closed so he can press you against it.

Now in the safety of his chambers he breaks the kiss, your breaths intermingling. “You will not be a mistress, you will be my wife, none will come before you.”

“Will you tell your people, will they know?” You ask, your lips brushing against his with each word.

“I will wake the whole Red Keep to announce it now if you wish.” He says, his forehead resting against yours.

You reconnect your lips with his, his stubble brushing against your skin, but you pay it no mind, letting Cregan devour you, his hands moving into your hair, as you loop your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

He groans against you, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, delving in when you part them and exploring every inch of you. “My little fox, my y/n, my wife, my beautiful, clever wife.” He presses the words into your skin, heated lips trailing down to your pulse point.

“Husband.” You sigh, tilting your neck further exposing yourself to him, his teeth sinking into the skin claiming you as his own.

“Say it again for me, my wife, tell me who I am.” He breaths, sucking, and nipping at your neck, returning to darken the marks between creating new ones.

“You, Cregan, my husband.” You say, eyes snapping open when he releases you and stalks over to the window.

He threw it open and stuck his head out, shouting. “Y/N Y/H/N, is to be my wife.”

You rush forward and pull him from the window with a scandalized giggle. “Cregan it is the middle of the night.”

“Then at the very least a few guards heard.” He says, pulling you close and kissing you again, in full view of the window, the moon, anyone else who might look up, and it is exactly as you want it.

I lied in the comments imma do a part two I’ve given into the peer pressure stay tuned my loves!!!

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Obscure Spell Components

A small collection of things you don't see every day in magick. I can definitely add more to this list and may in the future, I am open to suggestions.

Coffin Nails

• Traditionally made of protective iron

• Anoint front doors for home protection

• Carry in pocket or bag for protection from tricks, bad luck, and harm

• Binding magick; hammer through a name paper to specify a target

Wasps

• Improves accuracy of magick (ensures curses "hit where it hurts")

• Can be used in a petition to end pregnancy

• Hang near a door to cause loss, discord, and constant troubles for who lives there

Black Feathers

• Seeing one is a sign from the ancestors

• Used in workings to cast out malevolent forces

• Burn a message and sweep into the air with a black feather to get an answer soon

• Protects from nightmares

• Can be used to fan away negative energy and unwanted visitors

Lucky Hand Root

• Great for drawing money, often added to mojo bags

• Can be used with a name paper to draw a specific lover

• Boosts charisma, power, and self-discipline

• Ideal for manifestation and drawing magick

Ashes

• Carry in red cloth to bolster your courage

• Scatter around a purple candle for healing

• Bury spell ashes to seal a spell

• Carve a name into hardwood and burn to ash for a targeted curse component

• Must always be instructed in the working

• Versitile; can do everything from road openings and protection to destruction and chaos

Charcoal

• Used to make black salt and ink for grimoires

• Use in bath magick to cleanse yourself of negative energy

• Used in spells related to protection, warding, banishing, unity, and purification

• Can be used to add "fuel" to a working

Peach Pits

• Are often carved

• Worn to protect one's life, safety, and health

• Wards against negative energy

• Magickal aspects include longevity, protection, love, and vitality

Chalk

• Used for its power to claim, anchor, and control

• Write your target's name on an out bound train/boat/truck to make them go far away

• Write your name on the bottom of a lover's shoes to keep them coming back

• Trace your hand on a property to claim it for a time

Spiderwebs

• Capture a spiderweb on black cloth and hang over your door to catch a thief

• To keep someone away hang their name in a spiderweb and ask the spider to bind them

• Roll target's hair in a spiderweb and sprinkle with grave dirt. Bury in their yard to hex them.

• Roll a red/pink candle in webs to capture the heart of an attractive lover

• Used in magick for opportunity, obtaining, binding, and ensnarement

Coffee

• Used in poppets to inflict insomnia

• Makes a spell work faster

• To get a message from someone rub their name with coffee and attach to a mailbox

• Spinkle in purse, wallet, or cash box to bring money

• Said to improve a man's varility and stamina

Shoes

• Put sigils in the soles of your shoes

• Pair of shoes: health, protection, wealth, fertility, travel, banishing, fidelity, home, marriage/couples

• Right shoe: will, success, dominance, banishing, skill mind

• Left shoe: destiny, accidents, come to me, protection, love

• Cleanse with Florida Water for protection

• Put target's name in your right shoe to dominate, left to draw them, both to bewitch and control

• Dirt from the yard in a loved one's left shoe will keep them coming home

• Put hot foot powder directly in someone's right shoe *wink wink*

Lock & Key

• The lock is symbolic of blocking, stopping, protection, keeping people/energies out while keys represent access and entry

• Lock and key together offer protection and guarding/sealing with the option of unlocking, unbinding, freeing work and energy

• Utilized in magick for safeguarding treasures, information and secrets, opening doorways to other realms, dream work, "unlocking" psychic abilities, and in love magick (unlocking someone's heart)

Magnolia

• Brings luck, power, and success to women

• Hang over a door/window to bring luck to a home

• Place under couple's mattress for a happy relationship

• Used in sex magick rituals for fidelity and devotion

• Add to a bath to attract honor ans recognition

• Hexing, cursing, and banishing men

• Possess ancient wisdom and the power to bring peace, abundance, self-reliance, growth, and feminine love

Chocolate

• Corresponds to wealth, lust, passion, and bliss

• Add to any spell to speed up results and add power

• A spirit offered chocolate is more likely to grant a wish

• Rub on hands before spirit work; draws good spirits, good luck, and faster results

• Sprinkle chocolate in someone's shoes before they go to work and they'll make more money

• Chewing chocolate and hot peppers increases gambling luck

Chicken Feet

• A powerful protection charm/talisman, hang in home or car

• Can be used to rid negatives, clear crossed conditions, stop bad thoughts, guards against hexes and spiritual attacks

• Often painted and/or decorated with beads, bones, feathers, shells, or bones

• "Feed" with protection oil

Sulphur

• Also called brimstone

• In alchemy sulphur is one of the 3 elements that make up the Philosopher's Stone (sulphur: love/soul, mercury: mind/spirit, salt: will/body)

• Used as an offering, especially for demonic and chthonic spirits

• Used by root doctors for enemy tricks

• Excellent component for use in baneful magick, crossing/uncrossing, banishing, protection, beauty, and love

• Used in fire magick

Sunflower

• Add to ritual baths to increase joy and lift sorrow

• Can be used in spells to strengthen friendships or find new friends

• Burn sunflower petals to reveal the truth

• Used in ointments and oils to see/work with the Fae

• Feed someone sunflower seeds to increase their loyalty

• Also associated with success, nobility, partnership, charisma, luck, and integrity

Milk

• A hot bath with milk and eggshells stirred in counterclockwise will uncross you

• Favorite offering of the Fae, keeps them happy so they are less inclined to play tricks/move your stuff

• Drinking milk from a black cow protects you from enemies

• If you find a black cat at your door make a wish and offer them milk. If they drink the milk your wish will be granted

Orchids

• Symbolize feminine energy, sexuality, feminine power and control

• Used in lesbian love spells

• To gain power over a man bury his name at the base of an orchid, he will become docile and obedient

• Helps women take up positions of leadership, be doted on by men, and be respected as living goddesses

Mercury Dimes

• To win at games of chance wear a Mercury dime on your left wrist/ankle

• Powerful money drawing and success charm

• A Mercury dime in your shoe protects you from crossing powders

• If one turns black, someone tried to curse you

• Place at the bottom of a sugar bowl to draw money to your home

Bread

• Burnt bread ash sprinkled in someone's path will cause them poverty

• Bake a couple's names in a loaf of bread to make their love grow deep and strong

• Wonderful offering to spirits and deities

Vinegar

• Sours, erodes, repells, cleans, removes, punishes, and deters

• Used as a base in sour jars and as a component in spells to cause bitterness, suffering, negative associations, anxiety, and conflict

• Can help clear up addictions and habits

Railroad Spikes

• Place one in the 4 corners of your home for protection

• Can be used to "nail/anchor" something in place

• Often used in making war water

• Used in workings to prevent/stop eviction

• Symbolizes strength, power, safety, good luck, defense, and protection

Snake Skin

• Reverse hexes, jinxes, and curses

• Curse component; works well when added to goofer dust

• Carried for protection and good luck

• Also represents change, transformation, and new beginnings

• Can be given as an offering to serpentine deities (Lilith, Medusa, Loki, etc.)

[mdhwrites]

how would you have written eda's curse and Luz's time in hexside? Eda's curse supposed to be a stand in for chronic illness but not only did they get rid of it they turned it into her 'superpower'- I know a lot of people call that a bad faith critic but it bothers me and just because hexside is cool and magic doesn't mean it's separate from the rest of the BI's laws and darwinism plus Luz is neurodivergent and has no biological magic- she would have issues with bullying and learning like she did back on her world- things wouldn't be magically fixed and might even be worse?

Why is it that The Owl House has nothing interesting to be done with powerlessness? To turn one's theorized weaknesses into strengths? Why do they just have to become strengths?

This is one of the biggest ways in which I would argue TOH is brain dead. Most other aspects of the show I can criticize but I have to admit that they tried. That there's something there... But it's entirely missing here. Which the fact that in an adventure series, the show cannot challenge the protagonist when they have a SEVERE disadvantage like this is emblematic of how the show doesn't challenge anyone on anything.

Eda's curse is like THE plot point of S1. Its finale and S2's opening, and even Affearances, all revolve around how we have gone from being worried about using magic to not being able to use magic. It's a HUGE status quote, especially because it leaves these characters so much more vuln- Oh never mind. Eda has explosive potions and glyphs that outdo all of her magic that she did before. It's not a problem. Move the fuck on.

I talked to an author after Clouds on the Horizon about how Eda gaining a coven sigil means nothing. They argued back that she'd lose her magic then. I shot back that she already lost it... And they admitted, being a fanfic author for TOH, that they FORGOT EDA DIDN'T HAVE MAGIC.

But why would you even remember that? She uses more magic with the glyphs than she did without them. The one time the curse really got in the way was with Tibbles. Then it not just became a superpower, it had EXTRA POWERS! Like what we saw in Eda's Requiem. Her magic genuinely got more interesting and more devastating AFTER losing it.

And this paralleled with Luz. Covention is the ONE time her not having magic comes up as something that puts her in danger and the answer is just to have someone else do the magic, which is always the solution in S1 early on. Need to fight Bounty Hunters? Bring in Willow. Need to escape detention? Yo Gus, use that good good illusion magic of yours. My own unique personality traits, skills and abilities instead? Why the fuck would we use that when everyone is overpowered and that's SO much easier a solution?

And once Luz does have her full arsenal, she rivals ANY other mage we've seen below Lilith's level. Fight a Selkidamus? Sure, I'm better than the entire fucking boat and will solo this bitch after they fail and I only need them for physical strength. The Conformatorium is my bitch by the end of S1 despite no training or practice. I can just walk up to Warden Wrath and render him completely at my mercy with just slips of paper. After those two back to back moments, anytime Luz loses or is challenged is just narrative contrivance because we've seen that her power is essentially limitless. It doesn't even cost her energy since her stamina seems entirely disconnected from her spells...

Which Gus reinforces because when he picks up glyphs, even when nervous with them, they are bluntly stronger than any other version we've seen of those spells. The largest fireball in the entire show is when Gus nervously casts his first glyph. It's horseshit.

And as you point out, it has cascading effects. If you want boring combat because otherwise you would need to sacrifice time from character work, that's one thing. However, the show's premise is on Luz learning magic. Learning to be the best version of herself. Because magic is not challenged though, she does not have to improve as a person to improve her magic. That's why three of her four glyphs have nothing to do with moral lessons. Arguably, all of them, and that's not getting into how the combo glyphs happen off screen and you can't argue shortening because all but one combo glyph is gotten before the shortening took effect. As such, you're not doing character work AND you're not doing interesting, entertaining combat or adventures.

I think the most damning thing here, period, is that I've mixed these subjects because it's obvious. A depowered, master of magic working with someone who wants to be that master of magic to understand the world and their abilities. It should be a bonding point for them that they don't have magic or that magic comes hard for them. But... It's not. It literally never is. The closest it EVER comes to that is when Luz teaches Eda glyphs which is like all of two minutes between two episodes and that's in SEASON TWO. It's not a reversal of dynamics because the first dynamic just straight up NEVER HAPPENED.

But it's easier to just give them powers. To just give super forms or combo glyphs or whatever else the person needs in that moment. It's easier than exploring the complicated subjects of not having something everyone else has, even though shows for TODDLERS literally have done it for decades in single episodes.

How am I supposed to agree that this is the deepest show with the most complex writing when they could not bother even once answering the question "How does someone without magic win against that win against something that does?" And for a show with two of its protagonists entirely missing magic at different points in the show, that's downright embarrassing.

TOH would have to be more than just another isekai using fantasy elements for power fantasy elements to give a shit about that though. Shame to anyone who actually cares about those genres though, this isn't the place for you. See you next tale.

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Before anyone tries to crack back with this btw: Putting a glyph on Belos WOULD count if not for the fact that Luz has to break every version of the invisibilty spell we've ever seen for that to have worked. Her magic just did what it needed to do. She wasn't smart, the show cheated, which is essentially the whole point of this blog. And for those curious: EVERY other use of the Invisibility spell includes making the entire person vanish which makes sense since it is connected to the breath of the caster. Then out of nowhere, Luz can do it to a single object that she's wearing despite no one ever making their shirt even accidentally vanish. That's not clever, that's bullshit.

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Satiate Me pt. 5

Incubus!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 1563

The final chapter. Something doesn't seem right.

Warning: 18+, sex, Nothing too bad in this chapter

Masterlist 

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The pain in my abdomen had begun to subside and Eddie’s hands had started to roam over my boy once more. Soft sighs left me as I melted into his touch. My eyes closed as I relinquished myself to my other senses. The tang of blood could still be smelt in the air, along with the scent of sweat and sex. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as well as the soft rain that had started falling outside the tour bus. Goosebumps prickled over my skin as the calluses of years of guitar playing glided over my sensitive flesh, the soaked sheets under me made me feel gross but that thought was fleeting. 

I sucked in air when I felt Eddie’s lips kissing from my ankle down my calf and stopping at the inside of my knee to bite playfully. His hand rubbed down the back of my thigh as he kept my leg stretched in the air and resting on his shoulder. 

“Ready for a bit more?” He asked, his sultry tone making me shiver.

No matter how many times tonight I thought I couldn’t go on, somehow his voice and touch egged me on. It gave me just a bit more energy, a bit more stamina. 

I nodded my head, reaching out for him. “Let me be on top this time.” 

“Yeah, you wanna take over Pretty girl?” His nails scratched at my leg. 

“Wanna thank you for how much fun I’ve had.” I smile lazily. 

Eddie just grins wide. He pushes my leg back down and crawls up my body like a predator. My hands smoothed over the scape of his muscled back and once he reached my lips, he feinted like he was going to kiss me but then threw himself sideways.

Now that he is laying on his back I turn myself over. My muscles ache as I move slowly, legs screaming at me as I straddle his hips. For a moment I wondered if I would be able to actually ride him like this but with one look into his half-lidded eyes, the thought flew from my mind. 

His head was propped up on one of the pillows behind him and his hair spilled over it like a lion's mane. How he looked at this moment had my cunt clenching. His hands found their way to the plush of my hips, holding them in a grip tight enough to have the skin pudgeing through his spread fingers.  

I rested my hands on his chest. Fingers splayed over the tattoos there that I really hadn’t paid any attention to before now. A demon-looking thing, a spider, some kind of writing I couldn’t read, and low on his abdomen, next to the dragon which circled his hip, the same sigil that had been carved into me. 

My gaze was broken when Eddie jolted me with a quick thrust of his hips. Impatient. 

I sucked in a shaky breath as I began to move my hips on my own. My wet cunt glided over his cock. The head brushing my clit had me moaning. “Fuck.” 

“That’s it princess, just like that.” Eddie mumbled into the air, eyes flashing red once more. 

I shook my head and whimpered and the feeling of pleasure. “It’s too much. Edde please, it's too much.” The smooth rubbing of his cock over my most sensitive park had me shaking and it had only been maybe a minute. I thought I could do it, thought I could take from him how he had taken from me but I was wrong the sensations were all so much. 

Eddie chuckled. “What? You need some help Sweetheart? Need me to guide that sweet pussy up and down my cock?”

“Yes sir.” I swallow. 

A noise of surprise left me when Eddie pushes himself up into a sitting position and then moves us to where he is sitting with his back against the pillows. My chest smushed against his.

Once settled, his large hands gripped my hips again and hoisted me up so he could align himself with my entrance. 

Less than gently he let me fall onto his cock, spearing myself with him. I cried out to him, “Eddie.” Tears spring to my eyes. I was so full. 

Eddie shushed me, his lips coming in close to my ear to whisper, “Doing so good for me.” Then he leaned back to kiss the tears away. 

The sweet, softness of the moment lasted only a short while before he was picking me up and dropping me down on his cock over and over again. Strangled grunts and moans came from my mouth as I struggled to take him. My walls were so sore and used that the pleasure was quickly turning to pain. 

With how overwhelmed I was with feelings and touch, my orgasm was coming closer and closer with no intention of slowing down. It was like a train with no breaks barreling towards a cliff. 

Pleading, “Please, please, please,” I whimpered into Eddie's shoulder as his hips pounded into me from below as he pushed and pulled my own to meet the thrusts.

My mouth hung open, a string of drool fell onto his skin and down his chest. My hands hugged his neck with as much strength as I could muster, which wasn’t much. 

The head of his cock prodded deep into me, I could feel him hitting my cervix with every plunge he took into me. My cunt constricted around him, swollen and wet from cumming so many times. 

At a particularly hard thrust I couldn’t help but sob. “I’m cumming!” My stomach flutters and I could feel myself letting go with no controle. My body shook like a rapture. The heaving breaths I took felt like they were not filling my lungs. There was a bright light behind my eyes as I shut them tight, squeezing them together. I was on another plane of existence, numb.

I was barely aware of Eddie moving us, careful not to jostle me too much in my pliant state. I was absolutely wrecked, exhausted to the point that I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I woke up. 

The sun was streaming into the room and I stretched out, hoping to find Eddie beside me. When I came up empty and with a cold bed waiting under my hands I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and opened them slowly. 

My heart hammered in confusion as I looked at the all too familiar room. My room. I sat up quickly. 

“What the hell?” I spoke aloud, my voice scratchy from sleep. “How did I get home?” 

I reached my bedside table and grabbed my phone and quickly dial Jess, one of the friends I had gone to the concert with.

Before she could even say ‘Hello’ I was talking. “Hey, I know we lost each other last night at the concert but do you know how I got back home?”

“Uh.. what are you talking about? We didn’t go to a concert last night.” She sounded confused. 

“Yeah we did Jess. It was that band you like, Corroded Coffin? You, me, Angie, and Kat all went.”

She chuckled. “Babes, I have no clue who that is. Are you sure that’s even a band?.” She paused, there was a crackle on the line. “How much did you have to drink?”

Scoffing I say, “I've not drank anything. You know I hate alcohol.”

“Then you must have been dreaming because I’ve not heard of that band and I haven't  been anywhere since getting home from work at six yesterday and neither has Ange. She stayed the night at mine last night.”

“Oh… okay. I guess it must have been. Sorry, I’ll talk to you later.” I hung up the phone and even though I had confirmation that it must have been a dream, it still didn't sit right with me. It had felt so real. It still feels real. My body aches like I had been fucked into oblivion and back, how could it not have been real? 

Shaking my head I throw the covers from my legs and pad my way to the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help. 

Taking my clothes off, I noticed something and it made my heart drop. There on the skin of my abdomen and dark, festering red was the sigil. My fingers ran along it and it was smoothe. No cuts or bumps, it was like a tattoo, completely healed. 

“What the fuck.” I couldn't believe it. Confusion and horror wrung through my body and the thought of what this could mean. If this symbol was here then that meant some or all of that dream was real. Then flashes of memories came, things that should have worried me at the time but didn’t. How Eddie’s shadow looked bigger and devilish, how his eyes would flash red, how it seemed his energy only grew and grew the more that he took from me. 

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as the whisper of a voice carried into the bathroom. 

“Have you figured it out Sweetheart?” 

I turned around to the door but no one was there. 

“Eddie?” I asked.

“I think you have.” He answered in another whisper. “I’ll see you again tonight, in your dreams.”

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[hoarah-babylon]

2nd DLC session round-up yupppp

Started to explore a settlement called Belurat, v beautiful, I love all the draped cloth over the buildings and the beautiful trees. I found a key and unlocked a door that opened a storeroom, with an old woman and a horned lion head inside. She wasn't too happy to see me

damn they really hate Marika lmao. I find it so interesting that these 'hornsent' people are identifying me as something aligned with Marika/Messmer, and cursing me for it. We go through the whole game being shunned for being Tarnished because we are people stripped of grace, now we're being shunned for (I'm assuming) being a creation of Marika. It's super interesting. no one fucks with me fr

I continued on through the settlement and climbed the tower, and eventually got to the first major boss!! It's the Lion-Dancer we saw in the DLC trailers, and it's a really beautiful boss fight. It takes place on a stage, and the theatrics of it all are really so awe-inspiring. It wields different elemental damage in different parts of the fight - lightning, wind/storm, and frost. There's also lion sculptures with horned heads dotted around the stage and settlement. You can summon Freyja to help fight it :) not an easy fight at all, but eventually he went down and I got the reward of its remembrance, along with the lion head itself as a helm.

I absolutely love that this culture took their skills in theatrical performance and repurposed these skills for battle, that's just. I love it it's so cool. Another helm that makes you weaker to sleep, like the golden mask I found previously. The prayer it's talking about is heard at the beginning of the fight in the opening cutscene, and it is said by the old woman I found earlier. The map identifies her as 'Hornsent Grandam'.

I did something I'm not super proud of. But I read messages that alluded to it and mama I'm trying to research. I put the lion head on and went to talk to her again to see if anything would change. Her reaction made me feel really bad... she was so relieved to see a 'sculpted keeper' and was overcome with emotion. She mentioned something about wanting her son to fight alongside me (the keeper) against Messmer, and take revenge. And then she promised to sing for me and gave me an incantation.

Now the description of the incantation just about blew my head off. It referred to this woman as the 'Empyrean Grandam'. Empyrean??? I was not expecting to see that. I looked up grandam and apparently it's an old word for grandmother. Empyrean grandmother... does this mean she is/was an Empyrean, or she's the grandmother of an Empyrean? I'm surprised that Empyreans exist in this realm, considering how hidden everything and everyone is in this place. Can the Greater Will still reach this place? She does mention her son, does he have children? Empyrean children? So intriguing. I assume it's not her son because it seems like TGW/two fingers choose non-men as Empyreans (Miquella has ambiguous gender and a feminine alter-ego St. Trina).

Went back to the second Miquellan cross and met Sir Moore. I love him. I love him I would die for him if anything happens to him I'm going to scream from the rooftops

!!! I explored the river running through Gravesite Plain and found a couple of sleep/night adjacent items. The deep purple lily got me super excited because TRINAAA I could use some tbh I haven't been sleeping well. can you tell

Found a ghost down there too, these lines are making me Think about the connection between sleep and death. What if Miquella is really dead in some way, and this gives way to St. Trina being alive in his place... or something. I don't know but I'm Thinking

Even the turtles have horns here!! Found a new more powerful stamina talisman that depicts a two-headed turtle. There's a lot of depictions in this realm of two converging intertwining objects like trees, turtles, Miquella's sigil/needle is intertwining too.

Went back to Roundtable hold to see what the Remembrance rewards are. I wasn't sure in my last session but after watching some old lore videos to refresh my memory - divine in the context of ER seems to refer to the Crucible or aspects of it. What does it mean that they are messengers of the heavens though? The only other thing in game that I could relate to that are Two Fingers considering they commune with TGW. I have no idea

Was exploring and MET ANOTHER TRAILER GUY. He was sitting by another Cross of Miquella. Identifies himself as a Tarnished named Thiollier. Has 0 self confidence, says he's unintelligent and bad at fighting. Kinda weird for a Tarnished? Makes me wonder how he got there too, he's literally like just behind an encampment of Messmer soldiers. His special interest is poison, and sells you poison things. His armour is super interesting, the cloth/white hair is braided a lot like Miquella/Radagon's, and there's a gold figure in the middle of his chest. The mask is the most striking to me though, and looks like its lined with silver thorns. I just had a thought - who else do we know that wears masks like this and is all about poison? House Marais! Idk what the link could be but, something to keep in mind I guess

Got jumpscared by this guy yelling in pain. He yelled about someone he called 'vile Bayle' so I assume they're the person that maimed this guy. "Exquisite pain" though... reminds me of Mohg/Varré. Then I got invaded by an 'Ancient Dragon-Man'. I followed that path down and found a draconic cave, where I fought the real Dragon Man at the end. He was kicking my ass I can't lie. But I got him eventually and the reward was hmm-inducing

Anti-dragon spray. Wait what, what is the Dreaded One???? And what do you mean it's devoured by people?? What does any of this mean bruh. It sounds like an outer god but if people eat it (?) it can't be. Uhhhhhhhh ok I don't understand and I'm tired. I opened the door at the back of the boss room and...

Hell yeah. It led me out to a precipice overlooking the jagged peak I could see in the distance from where I entered the DLC. There's dragons sleeping below. I took some baller pics of my Tarnished.

I have so much to figure out I still can't really believe all this, it's so jarring running around not knowing anything. it's awesome i love this game

[also small PSA it's fine if anyone reading this wants to reply with their thoughts, but please don't spoil anything, this is my blind playthrough and i want it to stay that way :)]

[magical-glimpse]

Hey! Just wanted to ask, what would you do spiritually to protect your peace? I’m dealing with some… hexes/evil eyes/attacks from a shit ton of family members, like my mom, as well as people close to my family and it’s gotten to the point in which I’m barely getting through the day (not trying to trauma dump, and I’m very much aware that you are not a therapist lol).

So buckle up bc this is going to be long lol

I reblogged a post recently about the four different types of protection, you can look it up for further info.

THIS IS PROTECTION 102

THE DAILIES

I mentioned them previously to another anon, but i recommend doing some small rituals daily. This helps for 1. stopping the negative energy from building up and 2. Builds your magical stamina for bigger spells.

What you can do :

-visualizing : visualize yourself surrounding by a white or pink light, and visualize it removing all of the negative energy from you, and protecting you from outside negative energy. You can do it once or multiple times a day, when you are in public, before going to sleep, when you wake up etc.

-daily hygiene: while you are taking a bath or a shower, visualize the water cleansing you and watch as the negative energy goes down the drain. This works especially well if you are washing your hair.

Food and drinks: throw salt over your left shoulder while you cook, stir your tea/ coffee clockwise to add protection into the drink, or anticlockwise to remove negative energy. Drink water with the intention of it cleansing the negative energy.

Clothes : the color black, as well as iron, are both associated with protection. You can wear one or both with intention as an extra layer of protection.

You can add affirmations to any of these in order to strengthen them.

NOW ONTO LEVEL 2

We are now going into more long term rituals and spells.

In order to do these, you will need to learn two skills first: how to direct your focus and energy and how to ground.

Direct your focus and energy: The previous exercises can serve as a training. You can also try to do yoga and focus on your body sensations, do meditation, sit under the sun,watch a candle flame, feel water on your hands etc. The goal is to try to avoid your mind from wandering in the middle of your spell, rendering them less effective.

How to ground: the goal is to get you to be connected to your body and to earth. The exercises from the “direct your focus and energy” category can work as well. You can also sit and visualize your core energy center (it can feel different for everyone) being connected to the Earth. A good thing about grounding is that it allows you to borrow from Earth infinite energy, so you don’t have to use your own for your spells.

In order to know what works best for you, you have to tap into your sensitivity. If you are very affected by the moon, then do a ritual linked to the moon. If you are more seasonal like me, do something yearly or linked to the seasons.If you have deities, do something linked to them or ask them to help you protect you.

I personally have a very layered protection, with a mix of deity help, runes, sigils ( i love sigils), enchanted objects and a few spell bottles or jars.

Let’s go with the different types of protection:

Defensive : These act as a shield or a fence. When you build one, make sure you do it in a way that it keeps you away from energies you don’t want, but let in other things. For example, if you use a good luck spell later, it would be sad if it was stopped by your own defensive spell. You can use affirmations such as “I am protected from energies which are not in my highest good”.

Illusory: you can lead the negative energy towards something that is not actually you. For example, you can make a spell jar containing a hair, and fill it with vinegar and nails, with the intention that negative energy that seeks you ends up stuck in the jar. You can then hide this jar in your bathroom, or in a plant etc.You can also learn to shield your energy in a way that you become invisible to people who seek you (I am such champion at that that i once wasted a paid reading bc the reader did not have the best intentions apparently and could not find me lol).The same way as before, add an an affirmation which make sure it wouldnt block you from receiving good things.

Aggressive: I put it last because usually people don't recommend beginners to start off with these. Basically, aggressive spells can require more energy, and it is with experience that you learn when they are necessary, or when they are going bad and you need to do something. The usual protective aggressive spells are “return to sender” types. But you can also find spells that are meant to scare the attacker into retreating.

CORRESPONDENCES:

Salt is commonly used as protection and purification, so is rosemary.

You can mix salt with ashes and it becomes black salt, which will absorb and transform negative energy.

Black crystals, such as black quartz, obsidian, tourmaline, have protection properties.

The color black and the element of iron have protective properties.

Runes:

The rune Algiz is considered a defensive rune.

Sigils : sigils are symbols that belong in chaos magic. They take effect when they become invisible or are destroyed. I personally prefer to create my own and i'm not willing to share them, but many people created some and shared some around witchblr. You can put a sigil on a paper and burn it, write it on toilet paper then put the paper down the toilet, write it with holy water around your windows and doors, hide it in or under your shoes etc

Ward :a ward is a visible symbol of protection. It can for example be a witch ladder, a dream catcher, a horseshoe, or any symbol you put over your door or around your entrance. My mom has a protective psalm in malagasy above a door which all guests face when they enter, for example.

Spells jars, bottles, powders, candles etc : I can't remember which ones I did off the top of my head, but many. A lot exists online as well. As I said previously, do what draws you in the most.

Electronic spells: Tech witches are a thing. The tech witch tag will probably be more helpful than my small category here, but there are many spells you can do without actually having to gather ingredients, especially if any form of witchcraft will be frowned upon in your household. You can do your spell on Minecraft, use a candle app, use a website etc. This is a great way to stay discrete as well.

WARNING: Every spell has a cost. I don't say this to scare you, but every spell you do has consequences. The first and most common one being energy. You can feel tired, drained, sleepy, have a headache, or have sore muscles after a spell. You should not do a spell if you are not in the right space to do so. It is normal if it is tiring. In order to help, you can borrow energy from other places. For example, ground and borrow energy from the Earth. Ask to borrow energy from the elements or your deities. Borrow it from running water or from sunlight or a candle or your phone (charge your phone if you are doing a spell using your phone). Especially dont forget to “close” the spell after you are done building it. Don't let it run on its own forever, you will be drained. I say this with experience lol, i am the type to forget i got a spell started and let my phone candle run and wonder why i got a headache. After you have done a spell, focus on self care. Hydrate, have a snack, go to sleep, rest. Enjoy feeling safe and protected lol.

Some people are massive energy powerhouses and can handle doing spells from their own energy. I am very not like this, i have little stamina so i instead guide existing energies towards where i want them to go.

I hope it was helpful !

[charmedreincarnation]

My shift to attack on titan

To start, I shifted to where I was 8. I was born and raised in wall maria (shigashina) with armin eren and mikasa and I spent most of my days with them. I could not imagine the bond you could have with people other than your family until I went here.

First I want to reminisce abt my besties 🥰

Armin is the sweetest smartest friend anyone could ask for. He also hums and sings which makes sense because he is the narrator of aot in this reality. He also writes journals about things he learns and things he wants to see and tells us we are going to go together. I am so lucky to be friends with someone so Sweet smart charming and caring. no words can describe my friendship with him. It was so interesting hearing his stories about his beliefs and ambitions . He was certainly humble when discussing his theories and made sure to include all of us in them.

His heart is so big I still don’t know how it fits in his dainty body. His family is poor and he helps his grandpa cultivates potatoes. Even so when he met my mother for the first time he gave us a weekends worth as a thank you gift for all the snacks I bring to our daily hangouts. Of course my mother did not want to take them as we are definitely more well off than his family but he insisted. This was met with my mother giving them two weeks of fruits, vegetables and meat, which we had to beg for him to take.

His lack of athleticism is also pretty funny. It’s not like we do anything too heart wrenching but he has horrible stamina for our age. The race to the tree goes as follows: eren winning because mikasa is letting him by enough to help his ego, then mikasa, then typically me carrying armin because he gets too tired after a while. I still make sure he wins though.

Mikasa is my first friend that’s a girl. There isn’t any school or activities to meet new people around my age, so the only people I knew were my family until I met eren and armin. Then I met mikasa. She’s kind of shy yet brave when she needs to be. She made me a doll when eren introduced us to her and I didn’t know she could be so crafty. Yes she’s clingy with eren buts she’s super protective with everyone she cares about including me. Our mothers are also both from persecuted clans and we share the same hymn that our mothers taught us, the same sigil tattoo of sorts our parents gave us, so with that alone our bond is unbreakable. We have become armin and erens first line of defense, we both have protective nature and are always stronger when fighting for our loved one. I can’t wait to have someone like her for my entire life by my side

She is a stoic and composed girl who tends to keep her emotions in check. Those close to her recognize her incredible strength and courage in even the most dire of circumstances. She is loyal and brave, ever willing to put her own safety on the line for those she holds dear.

At the same time, Mikasa does have moments of vulnerability. She is immensely sensitive to criticism and has difficulty accepting praise. Despite her impressive fighting ability and hard work which we all have seen..there are times when she feels she isn’t living up to expectations. So yea she’s is a complex person, but one thing that never changed about her, is her sense of justice and unwavering commitment to her loved ones. She is both a formidable friend and a leader. She is able to make tough decisions in even the most difficult of situations.

Then theres my boy Eren 💀💀he is an amazing daring friend. He’s the one I’ve known the longest. My mother was a nursing aid in the hospital, erens dad worked at before she got married and he is now our doctor as well! I didn’t meet him until I was about 6ish or 7 and we he started coming to his visits with his dad and we instantly clicked and we were each other’s first friend! Then we met armin together and he met mikasi and the rest is history. He would do anything for the people he cares about and though sometimes I want him to slow down and think for a second but that’s not something he does. He acts on what he thinks and I almost respect how impulsive he is. It doesn’t matter because mikasi and I will always be there to make sure he doesn’t die.

I also want to talk about my family.my relationship with my family in this reality still rings bells in my heart. My mother and uncle whom I live with are a reflection of grace and kindness embodied into people. My mother is absolutely beautiful and everyone tells me I have her eyes, which is the nicest thing I hear all the time. She is kind, beautiful, strong and everyt good thing I do I was taught by my mother. She amazes me every day with her grace and beauty. She has been the bravest and kindest role model to me, and for that I am grateful to be her daughter. Her strength and courage has inspired me in many ways, and I will always be thankful for everything she does. She sings to me everyday and braids my hair while telling me good affirmations to build my strength. She always encourages me to say thank you when I am full because not everyone has the same blessing. She would tell me stories and fables every night and make me the main character incorporating moral lessons in each one to encourage me to be the best version of myself. She was very loving and kind with her words and actions, and soft technique in everything she does and for that I’m grateful. My uncle is of the same nature. Anytime I had a curiosity he would tell me stories and teach me everything he knows about the topic. If I had an interest the next day I would find a book of it on my desk. Books on specific topics are not a right but a privilege and how he got access to them I still do not know but restrictions never stopped him from getting me my desires. He would tell me I’m the smartest most beautiful girl in the world and I hope one day I’ll believe it. He is the kindest smartest man in my life and honestly armin reminds me of him, maybe why I love him so much. I also have a father who is a merchant and often travels, and though I do not agree with everything he does as he is more conservative, and closed minded he is still a great father, and for that I’m grateful. He does business with the royals and every trip back he would bring me sweets and treats that I would share with my friends. Chocolate with candy pieces and pecans/walnuts were my favorite. He would bring them in special arrangement and tell me to make this last until his next trip. It never happened and armin mikasi eren and I would eat them all in one setting until we couldn’t walk. Regardless I shifted here at a time I had a horrible relationship with my family and for a time anytime i would speak about my mother I was referring to her. I have now obviously manifested a better relationship with my family, but at a point, and I love and appreciate them but during my darkest hour, she was my real and only mother.

Also, As I expected was the food here was heavy on meat, beans, and grains, with little variety in terms of fruits and vegetables. This meant that the meals tended to be fairly bland – not exactly what I was used to. A common dish that I enjoyed was a stew made with chunks of beef and vegetables. It was slow-cooked for hours, which made it rich, flavorful, and comforting. The vegetables were often slightly sweet, which balanced out the salty flavor of the beef. But I mean we’re a locked up village trying to not get eaten alive by titans, so good diversity is the least of my problems.

But Y’all I honestly consider Shigashina as my realhome. My village is the epitome peaceful and idyllic. The scenery here is breathtaking. Rolling hills climb to reveal breathtaking views of the valley below, while nearby forests are a pleasing mix of vibrant green and warm autumn hues. The sun creeps through the clouds just enough to cast a golden hue on the village below, and the gentle breeze plays with tree branches and grassy fields.

It’s easy to feel like you’ve stepped back in time when you wander the streets of Shigashina. Streets of cobblestone pass between quaint houses while quaint shops and restaurants line the main thoroughfare. The village’s many windmills add to the charming atmosphere, their slow rotation creating a calm serenity.The nearby rivers and lakes bring life, with their gentle rippling and abundant fish. Beyond the village, pilgrims and adventurers journey the mountains to explore the region’s unique landscapes and mysterious secrets.

Of course, no discussion of Shigashina would be complete without mentioning its many festivals. Colorful parades, traditional dances, lively music – each celebration introduces a unique flavor to the village’s rich culture. For those that want to experience something truly unique, a visit during one of these festivals is a must. From its stunning landscape to its vibrant culture, Shigashina is truly a hidden gem in my experience.

In this void (cr)I could care less about nature but there, I am outside everyday the scenery, and it’s is breath taking. I miss being a kid. Getting to go everyday to our oak tree, and run around, race and play tag, while also reading and making flower crowns for each other . We yelled and screamed and played as children with no worries in the world, the euphoria and tranquillity I felt everyday, I did not even feel in this reality’s childhood and I cannot wait to go back and be free of stress. The market place is filled with people chatting, commerce and children running about. fruit and vegetables scent was in the the air and money rattling feels nostalgic to my eyes. It’s chaotic but in the most calming nostalgic way. I appreciate every aspect of my life, after coming back here and I cannot wait to leave here permanently and continue to experience my life the way it should be with people I love and love me, and to meet more people to fulfill my life.

My experience was amazing. Yes I haven’t endured any of the hardships yet since the fall of our town hasn’t happened and I haven’t joined the scout yet. I came here to spend my days with my friends and rest. I had no responsibilities and the bond I had with my family was untouchable. I know I will have a lot of trauma to prepare for, but everyone In my life is setting me up for success, and perseverance. all that matters is that I am loved and have people to fight for. With this said I can’t wait to meet my future friends and basically family members as I grow into the this home 🥰🥰

I know this isn’t aesthetic and it’s kind of boring but I didn’t go there for the action just yet, I just wanted to spend time with my friends, and family and have no responsibilities as I came here when I was super depressed. My other shifting stories are more fun 😻😻😻

[c0rv]

do u have anything to share with the people about playing genshin with me everything is normal to me idk what bothers everyone

you have like 12 recipes and ur food inventory is abysmal

ur exploration in most areas is 20% or less, and even in mond i think ur highest is 60%? for an area

you have not done any reputation things at all except for when i was on your account and desperate for mora so i did them for you

you have the red exclamation things on every icon bc theres things the game wants you to check so bad you refuse to

you dont usually do your daily commissions

you refuse to read the game tutorials

you have like 20 quests in ur journal and id be impressed its even that low if not for the fact u could go to any city in game and theres so many npcs wanting to start shit

you have yet to do any hangouts

ur only world level 4

you havent even unlocked the camera gadget so i had to watch u try and take pictures inside a domain but bc u couldnt open the menu without leaving u just ended up taking screenshots with the ui and everything

ur teapot is still empty and u wonder why kaeya is getting companion exp so slowly

you didnt know u could craft higher level mob drops at the alchemy stand, you dont know what condensed resin is

you thought there were 20 floors in the spiral abyss

you only recently attempted the spiral abyss after over 2 years playing bc u thought the first 9 floors scaled higher if u leveled up higher

you didnt know about the graphics settings in the menu

you didnt know what the motion blur was

when i watch u fight enemies u dont keep ur camera on the enemies and seem to be shocked when u get surprised by them

you only recently started using healing food after i asked u to

you have like 3 5 star artifacts total

you were leveling an artifact and it kept going to def and i told u to stop and u didnt anyways cuz u dont know what the def stat means

you thought that 4 stars r limited only to the limited banners they appear on

you also thought u could only get diluc from the standard banner

you dont know what the crown of insight is

when in the windblume event shop u were looking at the mailed flower refinement materials and i had to beg u to buy them cuz u thought they were useless

to add onto the previous thing u didnt even know you could refine weapons until like. last week

when u were screensharing windblume and starting the rhythm game thing i told u u could change note speed cuz i know u prefer faster notes but u didnt open the menu and didnt figure out u could do it until several days later

ur werent gonna do the photo aspect of windblume bc u had to do a quest where u talk to a guy one time

when bubbles and u and i were gonna fight azhdaha u instead walked to the geovishap

u will open the domains for talent level up materials and ask me what they r for

u will ask me what u even need the talent level up stuff for and when i have u open the characters talents theyre all level 1

u still havent maxed out any statues of the seven, not even in mond or liyue so u dont have max stamina

u unlocked fishing in an attempt to get the catch for raiden but u still havent even bought the recipes for anything but the default bait

u only have the default namecard and 1 other namecard u got through achievements

when i was screensharing u were asking me what the sigils in my inventory were (the ones u use for a ton of shit in enkanomiya)

didnt realize until yesterday that the 5 stars have orange backgrounds

u were playing yaoyao and kept doing her burst and immediately switching off so it did nothing

i was watching u count ur wish history and i explictly said ur at 80 pity so a ten pull away from a 5 star and a week later u seemingly forgot and wished and were surprised to get a 5 star

u usually dont get the wishes in paimons bargains that reset every month unless i remind u

u thought u didnt get anything from the battlepass unless u paid for it

theres the whole boat thing where u. didnt know boats were in the game. so u just didnt unlock any waverider waypoints. u were icebridging to all the islands in inazuma

tbh im shocked u even finished the tcg tutorial

u thought if u gave characters healing artifacts they would just be able to heal even if thats not in their skill sets

u started the spiral abyss on accident with 2 characters in ur party

thats just what i thought of at the top of my head im sure ill remember more later ^_^ ur welcome taye. i didnt even bring up how u beg me to switch to childe so u can look at his balls

[contentloadingandstuff]

Necro AU: Character Profile - The Executioner

Image has been created using the BING image generator.

Title: High Judge of the Adarian State Committee

Affiliation: The Adarian State Committee

Name: Rejected.

Race: Undead

Sex: Male

Age: 156, age of death unknown. 

Nationality: Umbrian

Height: 2.3 meters, modified.

Short description: The Executioner of Umbra, feared by wrongdoers, respected by mortal denizens, envied by inferiors. Champion of Adaru, The Bearer of Pain.

Long description: The menacing scratching of a claymore being dragged through the streets wreaks havoc in the souls of the evil, and brings peace to the hearts of the righteous. The High Judge, commonly known as The Executioner, is a being of few words and many actions. Instead of rotting within the halls of the court, The Executioner takes to delivering the punishments himself, spilling blood in names of The Great One, The Father, and prosperity of Umbra. A champion of Adaru, The Bearer of Pain, he delivers judgment true to the laws of both The Necro Archon and his monstrous patron - they are just, yet slow and brutal. His appearance, let alone the long list of executed sentences, is enough to make any would-be criminal think twice before breaking bad. 

Visual appearance: Tall. Body completely wrapped in tight bandages, no nose shape, no ears, no hair. Wears a formal, black unbuttoned overcoat with a high collar. Golden tassels on the shoulders, golden buttons and golden-thread lining. Formal, white, but dirty gloves. The bandage wrapped chest is visible, with well defined muscles. The skin that is visible in spots is grayish-white with some scars and deformations in places. Leather belt with a golden decoration depicting the eye symbol. Black pants with blue stripes on the sides, tall officer’s leather boots. 

Personality: Unrelenting, focused on his role, reserved in speech. A devout believer in the Necro Archon who centered his existence around the Four Principles. Merciless against enemies, patient with those he protects. Works alone or with his trusted companions. No tolerance for hesitation or compassion amongst the Committee.

Model: Very Tall Male

Rarity: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Vision: Hydro

Weapon: Claymore

Constellation: Ordo Aeternus

Normal Attack: Adarian Bladework - Rend

Performs up to 6 consecutive strikes, dealing PHYS damage. 

Charged Attack: Consumes stamina to perform consecutive slashes. The final attack deals increased damage. 

Plunge Attack: Strikes down from above, dealing AOE damage. 

Elemental Skill: Mark of Agony

The Executioner points at an enemy, applying the Sigil of Judgement to them. The Sigil of Judgement considerably decreases the target’s DEF. Attacks against the marked target have an additional 15% CRIT RATE. The Sigil persists even if The Executioner is off-field.  

After marking the enemy, The Executioner releases a shockwave around him. The shockwave has low Hydro DMG, but has a high stagger chance and moderate pushback. 

Skill CD: 8.0 seconds. 

Sigil Duration: 12.0 seconds. 

Up to 12 Sigils can exist at a time. 

DEF reduction scales with ATK. 

Voiceover: “I condemn you.” “You can’t run.” “No mercy.”

Elemental Burst: Final Judgement

The Executioner releases a torrent around himself, dealing Hydro DMG and lifting up surrounding opponents. 

Every survivor gets the Sigil of Judgement applied to them for a duration of 15 seconds. 

Final Judgement has a 30% CRIT DMG bonus against opponents marked with Sigil of Judgement.

Final Judgement has an Energy Cost of 60.

Voiceover: “There is no escape!” “Suffer the consequences!” “In His name!”

Passive I: Endless Hunt 

Killing an enemy marked with Sigil of Judgement grants an additional 3 Energy to the active character. When The Executioner defeats a marked enemy, he gains 4 Energy, and grants 3 Energy to every character in the party. 

Passive II: Marked For Death

When Final Judgement is used, opponents marked with Sigils of Judgement that are not hit by the generated torrent get the Iron Maiden applied to them for a duration of 5 seconds. The Iron Maiden generates two instances of Hydro DMG per second, scaling off of The Executioners ATK, and immobilizes the affected enemies. 

Passive III: Thorough Search

Upon picking up an enemy drop, there is a 10% chance to pick up double the loot. Works only if The Executioner is in the current party.  

Bonus Ability: Proof Of Guilt

Replaces the special dish ability. When a higher rarity item belonging to a bandit type enemy (Treasure Hoarders, Fatui, Ronin, Eremites) is crafted by The Executioner, there is a 20% chance to obtain double the product.

Constellation I: Rapid Execution

When an opponent marked with a Sigil of Judgement cast by Mark Of Agony is defeated, nearby enemies of the same type or affiliation (type takes priority) get a Sigil of Judgement applied to them as well, but with a duration of 6 seconds and a 10% CRIT RATE bonus. 

Constellation II:  Field Judgement

When Mark Of Agony is cast, The Executioner gains a shield that absorbs up to 40% of his total HP. It absorbs the damage type of the marked target 300% more effectively. Can occur once every 30 seconds.

Constellation III: Purification By Agony

Increases the level of Mark Of Agony by 3. 

Constellation IV: Forced Revelation

Iron Maiden gains an additional 1 instance of Hydro DMG per second. 

Constellation V: Rites Of Cleansing

Increases the level of Final Judgement by 3. 

Constellation VI: Tides Of Pain

When an opponent marked by Sigil of Judgement is defeated, a small backlash occurs, dealing AOE Hydro damage to surrounding enemies. 

Thanks for reading!

[my-dumb-obsessions]

Do you have any NSFW headcanons about Nathaniel? :D

Oh my God, I have SO many! If you want to see several of the headcanons below in action, check out As the Sun Descends (to skip to the spicy, it's chapters 2, and 7-9). Naughty thoughts about loml below the cut:

First, the big one…and it is a big one. That thing is 8 inches long and like 6 inches around. Uncut, 70% show, 30% grow so if you should stumble upon him naked and unaroused, you’ll be thinking about it for days and still be pleasantly surprised once you get him hard. 

His neck and collarbones are super sensitive, and like all long-haired men, he wants your hands in his hair. 

Kisses that make you forget your own name.

Lean and strong. His chest is as comfy and as hairy as that bear sigil implies, with a back chiseled from the Frostbacks and arms that can easily pin you to the wall.

And he wants to pin you to the wall. He is a pleasure dom. He wants you to feel good, and he wants to be completely in control of that experience and make you beg and moan and squirm (let him hear it!). Trust what he tells you to do, and you’ll have a very good time. He enjoys a bratty sub and power games from time to time, though.

Nate is a big talker - loves dirty talk, praise, directing. If you like being talked down to, he’ll oblige, but he’d rather tell you how good you are.

He’s got strong hands and agile fingers, and he loves to use them. Goes down like a champ, but it’s harder to watch you and talk to you from down there. 

Will teasingly call you “Commander” while his dick is in your mouth, and he absolutely wants you to deep throat that thing.

He's also going to bend you over that desk, Commander.

Please use your magic on him - it’s the one thing he has a subby streak about. For specifics, see "Spells for Intimate Encounters" section in Cariane's Grimoire.

Warden stamina is a given, you'll definitely get multiple rounds, but you will also get cuddle breaks and communication between those rounds.

Bisexual but very monogamous. He won’t be the one to suggest a threesome, but if you want it and he’s ok with the other person he’ll do it.

"I didn't spend my time abroad chasing skirts" was not a lie, but a technicality. He doesn't have to chase.

Obviously, these are very indulgent and a lot of people see him as more reserved/vanilla/shy but I write him for my OC Cariane, and she deserves the best lover in Thedas, as a treat.

[gorbalsvampire]

Character Build: Thin-Blood Party Planner

I've made no secret of having redesigned Sorcha a couple of times.

This is the character who leapt out at me when I first read the V5 corebook, before there were rules for Hecata or Oblivion, before Blood Sigils, before I really understood Alchemy and, crucially, before the Method. It is, thus, time to go back to square one, to look at those rules again and build the underground party planner, the Instagram vampire, the thinblood extraordinaire.

Step zero: are you taking Alchemy at the start? It's not an immediate "hell yeah" although it is the kewl power selling point for Thinbloods. I get the impression that alchemy can take over the thinblood experience to an extent, and maybe you want to focus more on the combinations of strengths and weaknesses the Merits and Flaws create, or the political position of the Thinblood who doesn't have the scary new power to offer but has some other kind of leverage. Actually, that's a good one... I'm gonna remember that...

For this concept, we're rolling with Alchemy.

First up, Attributes. Statistical priorities for thinbloods are tricky because the different Alchemical approaches key off different stats depending on the athanor, the crucible the Thinblood uses. It could be Stamina (for the tum-tum), Manipulation (for other people's tum-tums) or Intelligence (for lab equipment). They also, rules as written, don't have a Predator Type, because V5 is intently selling them as something post-millennial, too recent to have learned the ropes to that extent.

So. Concept has to do a lot more heavy lifting here, and for my money any of these could work. Downing your components and dancing the night away to shake 'em up? Taking pretty people home and keeping them there until the brew's done? Making your own batches at home in the same lab you use for your own molly and acid? Tell you what, let's whap 3 dots in each of the core abilities for Alchemists and you, the player, can pick the method that suits your principles and play the best. I'll put the 4 in Dexterity as a good all-rounder physical stat, and write off Resolve as this is quite a flighty character, not committed to much of anything besides having a good time and not dying.

I see this character as a Socialite, an it-girl slumming it, an influencer. Technology and Finance at 3, both niche picks but with their corner case uses to a coterie, and very modern. Etiquette and Insight at 2, a character who knows the right things to say to everyone. Life events wise, I want Streetwise and Science for the small-time drug-dealer concept, and that gives me "bad breakup" and "college education" in the backstory. For hobbies, I'm going for Medicine (she knows first aid), Performance (dance) and Larceny (she likes to live dangerously sometimes).

For my free picks? Persuasion and Subterfuge, leaning into what's quite a social focus, at 2 dots each. The 1 dots into Academics, Athletics, Awareness, and Stealth, mainly commonplace pools where I don't want to be completely flopping.

Now we need Thin-Blood Merits and Flaws. Alchemy is our first Merit, and we need something to counterbalance it: I'm going for Sloppy Drinker from the Player's Guide, since we have a decent Dexterity + Medicine pool. This character's going to live in the public eye, so Day Drinker and Lifelike are going to be handy. To balance them out I'm taking Sun-Faded (so she can be active in daylight, but can't use Disciplines, giving her a reason to be active at night at all) and Unending Hunger (when she does let herself be a vampire, it's a Problem, especially given her low Willpower).

She starts with one Alchemy formula, and there are so many to choose from, but I'm going to stick with the drug dealer concept and pick Elevate (Blood Sigils) as the bedrock.

Finally, let's get into Merits and Flaws.

Some of these pick themselves. I've gone for Haven 3, in this case indicating a small house that's big enough for a home laboratory where the drugs get made; instead of single dots in a range of Backgrounds I've gone for Side Hustle from the Player's Guide for a "ghost Merit" with broad applications; and the last two points have gone into Fame and Herd, one dot each, representing devotion from the 18-25 scene.

For Flaws, I've picked Stalkers - a cycle of exes or, perhaps, former athanoi who remember all the ill shit she made them swallow - and Knowledge Hungry, representing a drive to learn more about alchemy and sell her own grandma to get there.

And there we have it. We've built a baby Alchemist!

[marcovolta]

BASE ~ Maroon & Gold Uniform

Reinforced Hide: Resistant to magic and durable, the maroon material was handwoven and manufactured to withstand high temperatures while keeping troops dry and protected from the elements. The retired tunic was once standard issue for Senate Marshals and was revitalized and modernized for the coming war. Emblazoned in gold embroidery across the back is the sigil of the roman senate, the eagle with its wings spread. Breathable and malleable, the tunic sits well beneath any armour and is a standard requirement for all members of the Allied Senate Forces.

Scaled Under Armour: Shock absorbent and flexible, the craftsmanship of the Alstroemeria Coven lives on in the war. Found amidst their reliquary, the scaled armour will deflect nearly any spell that comes into immediate contact with it. Made from an unknown alloy, the senate unearthed it after Erik's disappearance, aware only that the sovereign had been preparing for some kind of war.

Gilded Finishings: Finely crafted, the buckles across the belt were carved by runes courtesy of the Amaranthus, when paired with the standard issue gloves the buckles can conceal weapons or carry many different forms of artillery at once, allowing soldiers to cycle through as the need arises or change.

Adaptable Stitching: Flexible, woven threads from the Pyramid of Cestius replaced the old stitching within the marshal's standard uniform. Shapeshifters will find that it adapts with their body no matter what form they take, so they'll remain protected from the elements and magic regardless of their shape.

SUPPLIES ~

Arcana Scrolls: Spells formed, written, and imbued with reserved magic by members of the Amaranthus Coven. When paired with the Allied Senate Forces' standard issue gloves, even individuals who are not capable of utilizing magic are able to cast the spell within. There is one scroll from each school of magic per soldier: lightning from destruction, binding from alteration, a barrier from restoration, a reverse summoning back to base camp from conjuration, and a fake double from illusion. Each scroll is single use and was handwritten.

Red Potion: An advanced healing potion, this will stimulate regeneration in the body through the blood, close major wounds, render curses inactive, and will get a person back on their feet in the body. Manufactured and provided by the Narcissus Coven, if ingested just before it'll prevent death from an attack that would have otherwise been immediately fatal.

Orange Potion: A potion for vitality, provided by the Ivy Coven, ingesting this potion will give the drinker a temporary but exponential increase in magical capacity, ability, and knowledge. Imbued with intelligence and power, the drinker's skill in combat and mana will temporarily expand.

Food Pills: Provided by the Dahlia Coven, the Volta family recipe is blended with restoration and alteration magic to restore the magic, vitality, and stamina of those who ingest it. Loaded with nutrition, the specially designed food pills supply all the essentials while providing satiety. Each was handmade by Marco Volta with love.

EQUIPMENT ~

Bag of Holding: This is just a bag that looks small but holds all of your things, designed with illusion and alteration magic in mind it will intuitively know what you're reaching for when you open it and will bring it to your hand.

Manacles: A staple within the senate, reinforced and redesigned by the Ivy Coven, these manacles will seal the soul of the person they are bound to and prevent any creature from using any magic whatsoever. Unbreakable, their metal is resistant to all spells and can only be removed with the associated key.

Arcana Gloves: Imbued with the power of alteration, these gloves will telekinetically return your weapon to your hand if you're disarmed. Designed by the Amaranthus Coven to be paired with their arcana scrolls and gilded finishings, while using these gloves you can interact with magical items specially designed for them without need for attunement.

Golden Ring: The Otherworld is a dangerous place and it's easy to get lost within, rings created by the Dahlia Coven will lead those who find themselves lost back to the base camp.

[spacemonkeysalsa]

God of Ambivalence

A tiefling Artificer trying to carve a new path for himself splits a large stone on a beach to discover something truly shocking: a wizard missing a hand and in need of a lot of help, and magical items. Lucky for the wizard, Elion happens to be a fount of magical items.

Pairing - OC/Gale & Shadowheart/Lae'zel but there will be more as it goes on.

Read Chapter One on Ao3

Read Chapter Two on Ao3

Read Chapter Three on Ao3

Read Chapter Four on Ao3

Read Chapter Five on Ao3

or read Chapter Five, below

Pain confused Gale, and confusion caused pain. It was a vicious, relentless dance, but one he knew well, one he knew he had the stamina to endure. He’d come out the other side of this. The pounding in his head refused to ebb, the burning through his chest wouldn't calm, the throbbing in his right hand sharpened, interrupting every coherent thought. It was more than the orb this time. But still, he’d come to the point where he was pleading with the pain, personifying it, and he pictured that person as a void of Netherese magic. “Please. It’s enough. It’s too much.”

Intellectually, he understood that he waded in and out of sleep or death. In and out of awareness, his mind shifted. He couldn't trust what he was seeing. It didn’t make sense. Tendrils of violet and black choked him; but when he looked down, his body was gone. His dis-articulated limbs floated, a ways off.

Emotionally, he felt like he didn’t know anything. Should he be angry, should he be reflecting on this, the end?

It couldn’t be the end. Not after everything. He’d already done so much, sacrificed so much, in this bid to survive—in this desperate attempt to salvage the life he'd so nearly lost. It couldn't all be for nothing, just because of the worst possible luck befalling him. Abducted by mind flayers? It was absurdly tragic. And the odds. He hadn’t even worked the odds out yet, but it felt almost malicious of the powers that be to risk him—to risk the orb, so carelessly.

Another voice chided him, deep in the back of his mind. What’s the difference, exactly, between the careless chaos of fate and your own apathy? You know you’re not immortal. You could have tripped down the stairs in your tower at any point in the last year. What if Tara didn’t find you in time? What if your mother was too late? They’d be close, you know. Too close to be spared.

Even if it was correct, the voice wasn’t helpful.

The point remained. He needed to live.

He was pretty sure he needed to cut these tendrils and free himself. His arms didn’t work. Right, they’d been cut off. Wait. That wasn’t right.

With the confusion, another wave of pain.

It was just one hand, chewed off. He winced at the swollen memory of that first bite. With everything that followed, he’d managed to push it away, but barely. The horrible realization that the hand was coming all the way off was still there, sinking inside him. 

The hand couldn’t be gone, could it? He could move his fingers. Couldn’t he?

“Fiat voluntas Dei." A clear voice enunciated the spell near enough to him that he felt the flood of holy blessings pour into him. It didn’t take the pain away, exactly, but something in his mind cooled. He could feel it all, but he didn’t care so much any more. He could think through it. He could open his eyes and keep them open for longer than a strained heartbeat.

His body wasn’t behaving like he was dying, any longer. The hunger was still there, still raging as ever, but even that seemed better. He’d consumed that glaive, after all. A powerful item.

It didn’t matter how powerful it was. It wouldn’t last. He needed to find something else. Fast.

“Are you with us?” A figure above him came into focus; a beautiful half-elf with silver hair, elaborately braided into a chain that dangled over her shoulder. The end of the chain was adorned with sigils of the goddess Selûne. She looked about his mother’s age, which for a half-elf meant she was probably nearing the half-way point of her second century. Her green eyes were enthusiastic, but wary.

He found himself at a loss for words, a rare thing, as he sat up, went to steady himself and faltered. The woman had to catch him by the arm.

His right hand was gone.

He’d known that already, but seeing it again, in the dim candlelight glow of this strange cave-like space brought the realization to the forefront of his worries again.  “Blast,” he sighed, looking away from the stump and towards his left hand instead.

Still there, at least, but trembling. Why shouldn’t it? The loss of the right hand served as a warning to all his other limbs. You may be a wizard, but you’re breakable as any mortal.

“Lae’zel, would you go and fetch—” the half-elf started to speak but another voice cut her off.

“No.”

“I’ll be fine—”

“I’m not leaving you alone with him until we know exactly what he is.”

Still a little dazed, Gale saw the third person in the room—the last one, he surmised, after a quick glance around the little stone chamber.

A githyanki woman, lean and with a back straight as steel. It was a little more difficult for him to gauge her age, he wasn’t overly familiar with githyanki. There was a definite maturity to her demeanor and the unflinching way that she stared them both straight down, arms cross, stance wide. Perhaps that was just githyanki, however.

“I’m…” What am I? “Too unwell to do any harm,” he offered, knowing it was a lie, but too exhausted and too unsettled by the strange awakening to feel any guilt. 

“Let’s start with names, perhaps,” said the cleric. “Yours first, I think.”

“Gale of Waterdeep.”

“Pleased to meet you. Especially since there was some question." The cleric didn’t introduce herself right away, instead offering a searching glance.

“Question?”

“Whether I’d ever meet you. When Elion brought you here, you were hardly better than dead. I’m Shadowheart, by the way.”

“My wife has saved your life." The githyanki woman, Lae'zel, sauntered closer, eyes still pinning both of them, "which I believe more than makes up for anything else, don’t you agree?”

“I—what?”

“Don’t you think we should perhaps wait to discuss—”

“No,” Lae’zel interrupted Shadowheart, “I do not think so. I think we make our position known, and you brush up on your old skills and we find out exactly what we’re dealing with.”

“That seems a little…” but Shadowheart was considering it, from the way she trailed off, pursing her lips.

Not wanting to discover exactly what Lae’zel was alluding to, Gale thought it might be best to show his hand. Or, a card, at least. “Not to alarm anyone, but I was recently infected by a mind flayer parasite—though the pain seems to have subsided quite a bit from your interference. I’m still something of a threat, infected like this. I don’t suppose you’re a cleric of sure enough skill that—”

Shadowheart held up a small glass jar. Gale’s eyes fell on the occupant, unmistakable, a worm exactly like the one he’d gotten far too close a glimpse of as it was entering his skull. It looked so small, in the jar. It had felt much, much larger, going in. “That’s not—” he jerked his stump up his eye, remembered, and used his left hand to feel instead. The socket was sore and swollen, even compared to the rest of him, but he focused and… he couldn’t feel it. “Is that mine?! You already extracted it?” Gods above, that was quite the boon. Perhaps it was some rule of the universe, catastrophic bad luck and critical success seconds apart.

“My smoothest extraction yet,” Shadowheart bragged, “barely nicked you, and the little thing’s still alive even.”

“How—” he felt a prickle in his tender eye. Tears? He wasn’t in that much pain any longer, but emotionally, it was a lot to handle. To learn it had been removed, after the looming threat of it, and that of death by his own folly... again. Inside of that stone, he'd thought of little else. Not to mention the traumatic amputation of his right hand. Before that, the infection, and before that, the abduction, and before that the slow, hellish death of a year of isolation and dread. Gods did he want to weep, but he swallowed, shook himself, and listened to her answer his aborted question.

“Ocular circumvention; it's a technique I developed myself.” She looked away and there was something lingering in her gaze that he didn’t quite know how to interpret. Her skin took on a pinkish hue. “It’s actually simple enough that anyone with decent dexterity could learn it, but being a cleric with healing magics certainly makes for a safer bet.”

“The two of you can chat about medical procedure after we’ve determined he isn’t a threat.” Lae’zel braised them both with another cutting golden glare.

“How would I be a threat?” Gale immediately felt the distraction of Shadowheart’s unexpected genius flit away. He was left mired in the present, unacceptable situation. Besought by arcane hunger, down a limb, utterly isolated, yet not isolated enough. Lost.

“You’re strange,” said Lae’zel, like that explained everything.

Gale gave her a long look, allowing his eyes to fix on her tiny nose a moment longer than was entirely polite. “Alright.” 

“Her concern isn't entirely irrational.” The cleric could turn on a dime. That was dangerous. One moment she was animated and friendly, the next, cold and inquiring, all on a smooth sliding scale that never seemed to betray her. “Our friend is responsible for the loss of your hand.”

“Your friend?!” he balked, “you’re friends with a person who chews a stranger’s arm off?”

“Good friends,” said Lae’zel. “What exactly would you do about that?”

So, they were worried he would retaliate. Fair enough. “I’d demand an explanation, at a minimum?”

“A severely brain-damaged Bhaalspawn with nearly unmanageable violent urges,” Lae’zel didn’t waste a breath.

“Well.” As far as explanations went, it was unique. “Seems like a difficult person to maintain a friendship with.”

“I did say ‘nearly’ unmanageable.” 

“That you did.”

“I’m sure she’d want us to offer apologies on her behalf.”

It wouldn't get him his hand back, but part of him still wanted to demand to hear it from the woman herself. Then again. Maybe he didn’t want to meet a Bhaalspawn. Weren’t they all supposed to be gone? The point of them was short, chaotic lives, killing each other until no one was left. No. Perish the thought. It was better not to demand a meeting.

“She can’t really do anything about it, of course,” Shadowheart seemed to steel herself before she added, “seeing as she’s been dead for years.”

“Right.” Wait. What? “Years? How long was I in that stone?” Suddenly, he remembered that he was speaking to a half-elf and a Githyanki. They were mortal, but their lifespans extended. How young had they been when this happened?

“Just shy of a century,” Shadowheart offered delicately.

As delicately as you could hit someone in the jaw with a greatclub.

A hundred years? He’d lost his hand a hundred years ago? Been trapped inside that stone for a hundred years? The orb hadn’t detonated, ceremorphosis paused—how was this possible? “I don’t—”

A hundred years. 

Dead.

His mother was gone. Tara was gone. Everyone he’d known, apart from… apart from…

Were they lying? Why would they lie? There could be a thousand reasons, all of them sick, but they weren’t lying, were they? He had to face it.

It was unfathomable. “What did I miss?” how long had he been sitting there, quietly contemplating what he’d lost.

Perhaps, not long enough, as the two women were looking at him with mild surprise.

“You need a moment,” Shadowheart observed. “I’ll go fetch you some food. Lae’zel, would you—”

“Guard the prisoner?”

“Stay with our guest?” Shadowheart corrected brightly, but the result was the same, so Gale hardly thought it mattered.

A century.

Gale lay back down. The smell of his own blood and something acrid and sharp hitting him as he made contact with the filthy table of the cleric’s makeshift surgery.

There was so much to mourn. It would take time to count the things he’d never have again.

Is a hundred years long enough to forgive me, Mystra?

[4fahy]

How I Farm Primogems

Daily commissions and Events are BASIC, do them everyday. There's no other option.

Use your resin!!! Follow a tutorial on how to build characters. Even if you can't 36 star the abyss, it's important that you try. I believe you should start building them one-by-one, start with the Healer, DPS, Sub DPS/Support/Utility/Etc.

Do the Battlepass!!! It gives you Acquainted Fates, which can be recycled for Intertwined fates on Paimon's Bargain

Same thing with leveling up characters.

Adventure's Guide

Web events!!!!!!

Make sure you already have the Treasure Chest Compass of Each Region. You can get it by finishing your quests, bounties, requests and so on. Go to the Reputation thing on each city. Use it all the time while exploring and doing quests and whatever else.

Use the Teyvat Interactive Map to help you find stuff!!!!! It's Hoyoverse's Official Map, so it's always updated.

Don't forget the daily login!!!!

Talk to Neko on Seirai Island everyday for 20 extra primogems.

Feed the Foxes on Dragonspine so they give you a chest

Do these other things in order so you won't get lost on what you've done or not yet.

Level up Mond statue to 10.

The Stamina will help you A LOT on the exploration.

Mondstadt quests!!!

Archon quest -> Story quests -> World quests

Most of them give either primogems or achievements. Make sure to finish them all.

Dragonspine tree!!

Be brave and complete Dragonspine. I trust you. You can do it.

Completing that TCG book also gives you primogems.

Any Mondstadt puzzle you might have missed

You can always search on YouTube what puzzles and secret chests are there to help you grind.

Kill the Lawachurls on Dragonspine.

Liyue Statues to 10!!!

Other than stamina, it also opens the 9 Pillars of Peace quest, so you need to do it.

The Luminous Chasm Stone I Forgot The Name

Again it can be done as you explore the chasm but I'd recommend doing it before the chasm quests because it helps a lot with exploring.

Liyue quests!!!

Archon quest -> Story quests -> World quests

This include the chasm and every quest you might have not finished. There's a lot of them.

Level up your teapot!!

Liyue puzzles and secret chests you might have missed

Inazuma Quests!!

You need the Archon Quest and some World Quests to do things and go places in peace. Do them first.

Inazuma Statues

They actually give primogems!!!!

The Narukami Tree

It gives you fates every X levels, I don't remember how many tho.

Enkanomiya quests, sigils and puzzles

Any other chest you might have missed

Sumeru Quests

Sumeru Aranara Tree

I don't actually know if it's a tree, but you out dendro sigils there.

Sumeru statues

I don't think they can be completed yet, might be wrong.

Sumeru chests and puzzles.

Achievement hunting

Some of those you might be able to do simultaneously, but keep track of your progress.

The begining is slower but helps making the other stages easier, and sometimes you don't even have to go that far. I'm still doing the Narukami Tree, and got various characters just doing the despair method.

[thenightling]

Why are they called Witchers?

Some people wonder why the professional Monster Hunters in The Witcher book series are called... well, Witchers. 

First we need to go back to when The Witcher was still a Polish fantasy book series. The book series was originally called Wiedźmin by the author Andrzej Sapkowski. Wiedzmin appears to be mostly made-up word that is a combo of Witch and man.  So it is literally Witch man or man who is a witch.  But Male Witch probably isn't a great title.  And technically the characters are not witches.  This however does not mean that they are sorcerers.  Sorcerer and sorceresses are a completely different class of people in The Witcher franchise.  Andrzej Sapkowski said he would actually  prefer the word Hexer for the English language title for the book series.

Hexer has a mostly self-explanatory meaning of “One who hexes.” Someone who casts hexes on things. But why would you call a Professional Monster Hunter “Witch men” or “People who cast hexes”? Well, there may be a few reasons for that. Witchers are trained since childhood to be monster hunters. They are also mutated with magical and alchemical means.  They are literally the result of witchcraft.  The protagonist of The Witcher book series is Geralt of Rivia.  He is mostly immortal (not aging as normal people do), enhanced strength and stamina as well as healing abilities. His hair went entirely white when he was a child.  And he has cat-like (or wolf-like) yellow eyes.  Much like the immortals of The Highlander franchise, Geralt is also sterile (unable to biologically father children).                              

Not only are Witchers physically modified by means of alchemy and magick but also they use their knowledge of the arcane in monster hunting. They are taught all the supernatural creatures weaknesses and strengths.  They know what weapons will work on which creature.  And they also make potions to temporarily enhance their already mutated bodies such as “Black blood” potion which makes their blood temporarily toxic to vampires so that if a vampire drinks their blood the vampire will (at least for a time) be severely weakened and disorientated.  So there’s your answer, more or less. The reason the professional monster Hunters in The Witcher are called Witchers is because they were people who were mutated with alchemy and magick (witchcraft) to make them more efficient monster hunters.  And they know all about the supernatural and magick though their use of magick is mostly limited to knowing how to make protection wards, sigils (magical symbols), and potions for fighting monsters. 

Also for the first time ever, you will hear the original Polish word for Witcher in The Witcher Netflix series in this third season of The Witcher.  Wiedzmin is said in the background chorus of the new Jaskier song “Ride of The Witcher.”