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artblocksucks · 3 years ago

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New ‘n’ Tasty AU; chapter 1.

I decided to start writing a story for the Oddworld franchise now that Soulstorm has been out and rebooted the love I’ve had for these games since childhood: The events of New ‘n’ Tasty but with a twist.

”This is RuptureFarms. They say it’s the biggest meat processing plant on Oddworld. I used to work here. Well, I was really a slave, like all the others... And not just my people.” Blaring alarms echoed through the dingy factory, accompanied by constant red light in sync with the alert of an escapee having abandoned his post during the night shift. The sound of hectic feet running across the floors as said mudokon fled for his life with scared breaths leaving him with each step, adrenaline rushing through every vein by the harsh sounds around him along with the voices of pursuing sligs demanding he hold it and stop running if he knew what’d be good for him, promising condescendingly to spare his life if he obeyed. But Abe didn’t know what to believe anymore. All his life he had worked loyally for the higher powers within the massive establishment, never had he asked any questions as to why he was kept in a cell, isolated whenever he wasn’t on floor waxing duty or why he had sprouted feathers during his upbringing while every other mudokon only had their loincloths and name tied to their identity. Abe had thought this was just the way of the life he had been given, his memories hazy except for the origin of the crossed stitches in his lips. He had thought he had a good job but what he had seen this night changed everything, and all his instincts cried for him to do one thing and one thing alone: Escape.

Every barrel of processed, ground up meat on the many conveyer belts had a whole new context now. Abe hastily continued to make his way through the factory still hard at work despite the late hours, his stomach turned by the thought of the wooden containers becoming filled with his people but he managed to shake it off to not be distracted in his quest. Along the way he’d meet more mudokons on cleaning duty and his desire to flee shaped into further compassion for his fellow slaves, leading them to portals with freedom only one chant away. Abe didn’t know what had occurred for him to know how to perform this chant but it comforted him to save others from a cruel fate on a dinner table.

Reaching the lower floors closer to the stockyards Abe felt closer to his goal but the exit was heavily guarded as one would expect for a factory of this nature. The blue mudokon needed to cautiously sneak past a slig sleeping on his post and found a room with a grenade dispenser next to a pullable platform. He had used bombs before while freeing his brethren and hearing snoring above him brought a pondering hand to the escapee’s lips while the gears in his head turned.

Ascending the platform by pulling the rope and wincing slightly by the loud squeaking, Abe did find himself slightly thankful for his old job, as pushing the floor waxer for well over a decade had made his arms rather toned, allowing him to pull himself up and climb surfaces with ease. On the way up he noticed a lone slig sleeping near a small opening with what sounded like meat grinders operating inside it. Thinking of a way to get past the guard his mind did wander to the grenade neatly stored away in his pocket but he quickly discarded the idea. It felt wrong for him to end the slig’s life. Abe glanced off to the side with a sorrowful expression, remembering the one slig who had been kind to him and thus paid the price for it. Why was kindness punished here? Peering over the edge of the upper structure once he had parked the elevator, Abe decided to make a leap for it after a long pause to gather his courage and jumped with his breath held while hoping he would make it, landing right behind the slig, who immediately sprang up at the sound of feet slapping on the surface with a confused mutter which made the mudokon freeze in his hunched over pose. Gulping with pupils becoming mere dots out of terror, he reacted the moment the guard turned around by pushing him forwards with both palms, sending the bewildered soldier falling with a screech followed by a thud. Struggling to breathe in a cold sweat at how close that had been, Abe shakily peeked down to see the slig knocked out by the fall, lying safely nearby the lever to the elevator. Sighing deeply in relief he crouched down by the small door after a small break to calm his nerves and rolled inside, met with a puzzle of hopping between the butchery devices to save more slaves hidden away in a bloodied room. Sneaking past security once more, the mudokon felt a pang of anxiety to see the slig still lying unconscious on the metallic floor and took a long step to avoid stepping on him, pulling the lever to summon the elevator back down with nervous fiddling of his hands as he waited. Hopping on it briskly, he began to hoist himself back up to get to the final exit, head tilted upwards which made him unable to spot a twitch of the slig’s hand.

Freedom was so close now. Crouched down and viewing the layer of mines blocking his way, Abe glanced down at himself before digging his paw into his pouch and taking out the grenade, letting it rest in his palm before tossing it gently forwards and embracing himself for the incoming explosions below. Being so close to it made his ears ring and the aftermath made him sit back in need of a break to think, closing his eyes for the moment. Where would he go from here? Anywhere was better than RuptureFarms but he knew nowhere else... He’d have to rely on his instincts to find a new home.

Once he had rested enough Abe climbed down from the platform and looked over the ventilation shaft with a relieved smile forming on his tired face, coming closer to it with a crouch as it was plenty big enough for him to roll through. Just a little more…! “FREEZE!”

The mudokon flinched violently at the sudden vicious command behind him and instantly turned his head only to be blinded by the harsh glare of a familiar red visor. Petrified he stared in horror at the slig now aiming his assault rifle right at him with a low chuckle. “You thought you could punk me with that little trick!?” The guard lifted his firearm higher while placing a finger right on the trigger, making Abe cower more with eyes still fixed on the other. “I took quite the tumble there and you’ll pay for that! I’ll bring you to Molluck myself and get that sweet promotion I’ve been after for so long!” Hearing the name of the glukkon who had plans to grind him and his kind up into meat pops sent a reminder through Abe’s mind of how far he had come and how he could not fail now after all he had accomplished. Taking advantage of the slig’s gloating he lifted a leg up to stun him with a minor and restrained kick to the chest, scrambling forwards to get into the vent only to feel a strong hand grab on to his ankle shortly after.

“Oh no, you’re not escaping me!” The slig grunted and did his best attempt to pull the mudokon backwards only to be dragged completely along by Abe’s repeated crawling. Soon gravity got a hold of the two of them once the drop became vertical, their voices yelling in unison as they began to roll nonstop through the vent.

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indulgenceweave · 3 years ago

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Prompt #16: Heaven to Earth

Hayzell Darwall receives a challenge.

Prompt: Crane

War, much like the currents, had a tendency to ebb and flow. During the most intensive of it, Hayzell would be deep in the thick of it, fighting her way to freedom. During the lighter weeks, she would return home; both to visit her darling wife, and to check up on her students progess.

On one of these occasions, she was leading her students in meditation. Two among them had excelled in their training, even opened chakra of their own. It was their duty to lead their fellows in Hayzell’s absence, but they couldn’t serve as her substitute when it really mattered- like it did today.

A man was climbing the steps of their hall, nearing the top. Hayzell had noticed his approach long before her students did- the earth and the wind told her of his coming. He carried himself proudly, surely, and that reflected in the way he disrupted the session to make himself known.

“Master Darwall!” he called, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “I wish to talk.”

A few of her newer students were unsure how to react- her more experienced students took to the defensive, immediately standing and adopting wide, defensive stances. They sat towards the back of the room for this very reason. Hayzell, the wisest among them, did not move at all.

“You may do so,” she offered in return. “We encourage free and constructive discourse in this hall.”

“I have no discourse, Master,” the man cracked a grin. “I simply wish to learn from you.”

There was the slightest hitch in his breath. A quiver in the earth beneath his feet.

“You are lying,” Hayzell concluded. She stepped back to her feet, and turned to meet his gaze across some thirty yalms of space. “Tell me your purpose here.”

The man- a hyur of an eastern clan, dressed in light and simple clothing- narrowed his eyes very slightly. “I hear you are one of the Masters of the Fist. Great and powerful fighters. I have come to see such a thing for myself, and to judge how skilled you truly are- without your magic.”

Hayzell was intrigued, if only so she could put this man in his place, and teach him a little something about pride. “Miss Dija,” she called. “In the store, second shelf on the left, you will find a number of jugs of aged Gyr Abanian whiskeys. Please fetch one for me.”

Dija, a white-haired viera with half a face pained red, bowed briefly and set about her task. The hyur scoffed.

“I do not wish to share a drink, Master,” he said. “I am only interested in our bout.”

“I have no doubt.” Hayzell clasped her hands behind her back. “I accept your challenge, sir. I will battle, without use of my magic- and, just to offer you some advantage, I will indulge in a drink. Just to keep myself nice and relaxed, I’m sure you understand.”

This man’s pride was unbreakable. He walked into her temple already certain he was going to defeat her, and now she was further hindering herself- what a choice to make. Unfortunately for him, she saw things going differently.

Dija returned and handed Hayzell the jug, before resuming her position. While the hyur man took his position and removed his shirt to reveal a lean and trained figure, Hayzell took to the jug and drank. And drank. And drank. Not once did she break eye contact until the jug was empty. It was rolanberry wine, and had aged rather well. When she was done, she placed the jug at her feet.

The hyur man took position opposite her, ten fulms away. They bowed- her with a palm vertical atop a fist, him with fists clasped down his sides. Then, they took their ready positions- her with her hands loosely curled, and his held in tight open palms.

He moved first, but she was faster. She lashed her leg out, foot hooked around the jug. The man swung his whole body around to hook and redirect the jug away, where it flew over the heads of the gathered students and smashed against a stone pillar. Hayzell was on him before he could flow on, throwing loose limb after loose limb at him in a barely functional form of attack. The hyur man made an impressive enough effort- his style was one of redirection by way of grappling and counter-strikes. Hayzell lashed out with a double strike into a forcible push, both of which were effectively blocked, and used the force to disengage by a few fulms.

“Bái Hè Quán,” she identified. Her stance was slightly off, amateurish… by design. He grinned confidently, for he could not see through the ruse. “Yanxian Crane style.”

“I learned with the sages of the mountains, and did battle against the xaela of the Steppe. It has served me well to defeat them- and to defeat you.”

“Full glad I am to hear it,” Hayzell smiled, barely suppressing a hiccup. “I shall be glad to face such a worthy style.”

“And yours?” the man laughed. “Drunken Fist, is it? Absurd, impractical.”

Chuckles rolled throughout the gathered students. They’d taken to forming a circle for this bout, and they found the man’s flippant attitude humorous, given his inevitable fate.

“Quite.” Hayzell adopted another ready stance, swaying slightly in place.

The man lashed out again- and was face down on the ground before he knew it. He’d jabbed at her and, with her loose form, had grappled onto him and jumped, swinging over him. With that momentum, she landed hard behind him, and launched him over her, sending him sprawling to the ground. The students offered polite applause as Hayzell stood again.

“Your pride leaves you- hic- blind,” Hayzell told him. She bowed respectfully, then turned away. “You cannot see the reality of your situation, and thus are blind to the strength of your foes. You would do well to learn this.”

The man did not take kindly to this lesson. He angrily pushed to his feet, and made some kind of sign with his hands- and then another. “I will not be bested by some drunken bitch!”

Hayzell felt it before she knew it was coming. Static brushed over her skin as the man commanded aether to flow from heaven to earth. Despite the stone ceiling above, aether gathered and cracked, a bolt of lightning cast down from above. Hayzell was already moving by then. Her left arm, sporting a band of materia, shot up. With the aid of the lightning-aspected orb, she swung her arm around in a wide arc, redirecting the lightning before it could reach her. It followed the motion of her fingertips, until she released it again, and it struck the man clean in his chest. He was blown back some fifteen yalms, crumbling to the ground.

The students all looked on in shock. In the time it took them to blink, Hayzell had shifted away from her drunken stance and fired the man’s lightning right back at him. He had cheated- she had cheated him back. He was unconscious, but alive. Hayzell straightened her stance again.

“There is honour in graceful defeat,” she told her students. “If you are to lose, do so with your spirit intact. We are Monks of the Fist, not shinobi- not like him. We do not turn our weapons on the backs of our foes.”

#ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #Hayzell Darwall

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sixthsenserevival · 4 years ago

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>Figure out what the marble does

I pick up the marble and examine it closely and think long and hard. It’s green with light streaks. The dominant color rules out the schools of Manifestation (illusion, invisibility, and shapeshifting), Divination (clairvoyance, remote viewing, precognition, psychometry, omniscience, and detection), and Flight (levitation, astral projection, and teleportation), leaving Manipulation. So it’s either psychokinesis, electrokinesis, mind manipulation, pyrokinesis, or dispel magic, at least as far as I know.

I flip through my notebook to help me think. I know that psychokinesis has purple streaks, electrokinesis has blue streaks, and pyrokinesis has red streaks. That leaves mind manipulation and dispel magic.

I’ve done all that I can to narrow it down, so there’s no use thinking much more about it now.

>Take the marble

I hate to take it as it would mean I’m essentially agreeing to what Cornelius had said, but I decide to do it. I don’t know what it does exactly or what I would do with it, but it may have its uses.

I think back to what Cornelius had said and decide to use it only when I’m in dire straits. As destroying it is the only way to activate the power stored within, this marble is naturally a single use item.

I store the marble in one of my pockets where it is easy to produce. Additionally, I add my journal to my pack and take the time to ascertain the items I had stored in the pack one last time.

Let’s see, there’s my knife, some rations, grooming utensils, a necklace with a light emitting crystal attached, a bedroll, a waterskin, and a handkerchief.

After I take the knife and strap it to my leg, my preparations are complete. I dim the lights in my room and take one look back before I leave for good.

Once I leave my room, the cool air of the Underworld, dimly lit by the overhanging crystals, greets me.

I walk to the meeting place at a brisk pace, my shortcomings and the challenges to come on my mind.

The silver lining behind all this is that mind manipulation is half talent, half theory. So long as I play my cards right, I should be able to succeed.

As a change of pace, I think more cheerful thoughts, like how I’ll be living large once I climb the social ladder. More freedom. Better food. Better lodging. Sounds good…

Time passes…

I eventually make it to the meeting spot. My instructor is standing near the mouth of a cavernous passageway.

The instructor produces a divination rod and closes the distance between us.

He begins to wave the rod around me with vertical motions.

Words cannot describe how relieved I am.

The instructor stands back and begins speaking.

He trails off and procures an orange orb from his pocket, tossing it in his hand a few times. He swings his arm once and swings it another, tossing the orb to my direction.

I catch the orb in my hands and examine it.

I do as he says.

I take the sack, slinging it over my shoulder.

With a map in hand, I step forward and make my way to the passageway. My long-awaited journey has finally begun.

Time passes…

As I pass through the caverns, I think about the divination rod failing to detect the marble Cornelius had given me. How could it possibly have failed? Was it a malfunction? Or is the marble a dud? It’s a perplexing situation. For my sake, I hope that the rod had malfunctioned.

I put my thoughts aside

After trekking for what felt like hours, I finally see the natural light. I up my pace, feeling my heart pounding in excitement.

Once I leave the caves, I am met with the sight of the dreary Primordial Forest. I continue to the edge of the forest and emerge into a clearing.

I am painfully blinded by the sun’s rays. It’s much brighter than what I was led to believe through my readings.

It takes a while for my eyes to finally adjust, but once they do, I’m met with breathtaking scenery. I take one look behind me and see the cave I emerged from hidden by the sickly trees.

I look back at the field before me, and the contrast is immense.

I can’t help but amble about in wonder.

What I understand to be trees tower over the grassland with branches, adorned with emerald leaves, expanding from the twigs that expand from the trunks. Colorful flower bushes dot the landscape, and I crouch up to one such bush. I slide one petal between my forefinger and thumb to feel the smooth texture.

I finally approach a particularly large tree, and run my palm against the rough bark and the moss growing on the trunk in tactile wonder.

I hear a sudden voice from behind.

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#cyoa #choose your own adventure #sixth sense revival

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this-is-my-canon · 5 years ago

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My @kakaobiweek prompt for today, Cyberpunk

Eyes Toward the Future

Read it on Ao3 here

There were sparks. He was hurt. Blinding flashes had erased all trace of the neon green lights surrounding the warehouse. Gunshots blasted in a deafening cacophony.

This is all Kakashi remembers as he opens his eyes.

His lashes flicker, creating black striations in his vision before the red glow of the room comes into view. Everything is basked in this light, though no form triggers a memory. Machines appearing to be long retired from use surround him with a layer of dust coating them in the mysterious red haze. Kakashi coughs, realizes his ribs are bruised, and tries to rub the aggravated spot.

He can’t move.

As his head lolls on his shoulders, Kakashi gasps. His senses heighten in an instant, brought on by the programming implanted in him. The rank smell of a wet atmosphere and metallic scent of blood fills his nose. Shrouded silhouettes in the distance come into focus, moving toward him. His programming which should’ve allowed this level of clarity before now must’ve been disabled when this all happened.

When this...all happened.

[[MORE]]

His eyes go wide as his gaze sweeps the floor. Bodies litter the cement, shrouded in shadows, but still recognizable in their distinct markings and masks. Kakashi’s team. All of Team Ro accounted for, and their captain suspended by wires, held in a warehouse, accompanied by the hollow laughter of the approaching figures.

He remembers the mission.

To hunt and capture or possibly disable the rogue cyborg threatening Konoha and its infrastructure, along with the people who live here. The Third hadn’t expected them to find the Madara Uchiha himself in this location, or there would have been reinforcements. Kakashi’s team hadn't stood a chance.

“Kakashi Hatake.” The first dark figure emerges from the shadows and peels back his hood to reveal a face framed by a mass of dark disheveled hair, lined with rivets where his cybernetic parts intersect with the human skin with which he was born. His eyes swirl grey and glow as they scan and record Kakashi’s every movement. “I’m surprised your leaders managed to find us. And they sent you.”

Kakashi tries to raise his head to meet those threatening eyes, and then thinks better of it. “Madara...Uchiha.”

He groans as the muscles in his arms and back protest, strained by his current position. His grimace doesn’t go unnoticed, and there’s something like a considerate hum from Madara before the other figure steps forward, patting Kakashi’s cheek with a mockery of fondness.

“Stupid, loyal Kakashi.”

His voice runs through Kakashi like ice. Kakashi doesn’t need the enhancements to pinpoint it. It’s a voice he’s heard since he was a child, which has changed and molded into something ominous and so very different over the years. With its newly acquired robotic undertones, Kakashi only recognizes it now because of how intimately he used to know its owner.

As Obito lifts his hood to reveal a face even more augmented than the voice, Kakashi turns away. He is forced by a cold, metallic hand on his chin to face Obito again. Obito, who once was a child just like him, a child of Konoha and the closest thing Kakashi ever had to a friend, now a cyborg with a grudge, an enemy of the state. His facial structure is relatively unchanged, but his eyes blaze red and swirl as they lock with Kakashi’s. Like his hand, his arm is a metallic structure that looks like it had never been human. Kakashi suspects there is more alteration beneath the clothing, but he’d rather not have his suspicions confirmed. Obito is with Madara. Kakashi doesn't need to know anything more about him.

“You still think they’re right,” Obito says with a sneer before releasing Kakashi’s chin so suddenly he feels his neck jerk and spring back.

Kakashi coughs as his body quivers under the strain. “You won’t get away with what you’re doing forever.”

Madara laughs. “And what does Konoha think we’re doing?”

Obito raises his hand to Madara and gives him a look that begs permission. Madara doesn’t say a word, but Kakashi knows they’re communicating. They have to be linked. The Third had discovered long ago that this was how Madara and his people remained undetected for so long. Any other form of communication, and the ANBU would have had them monitored and found.

After a long moment, Madara raises a brow and looks Kakashi over. “If you think this is wise…”

“Wise?” Obito says with a shrug, approaching Kakashi until they are eye to distinctly red and terrifying eye. “Do I do anything because it’s wise?”

Kakashi recoils from him, unable to extend the gap between them. “If you’re going to kill me, Obito, get it over with.”

Obito snorts. “I’m not killing you, Kakashi. Where would be the fun in that?”

Madara folds his arms across his chest in a grand gesture. “You’ll be our messenger.”

Kakashi struggles with his restraints, deciding whatever they have planned, it can’t be good. His system has had its chance to recharge by now, at least enough to afford him the strength he needs to break free. And he does. The cables around his wrists snap before he drops to the cement floor, his ankles buckling at the impact. He doesn’t take a second to revel in the pain, but scrambles to get away. Obito and Madara both will be nearly impossible to escape, but he has to try.

He runs, throwing busted machines behind him to slow his pursuers, who don’t make nearly as much noise as he expects them to. His eye catches sight of a vertical sliver of sunlight - a doorway. When he reaches for it, everything goes black. Gravity pulls him down and a soft shroud closes tightly around his face until it is near suffocating.

“Soon you’ll see this world as I do,” Obito’s voice rings through his ears before something hits him at the base of the skull.

And then darkness.

———

When Kakashi wakes, he recognizes the familiar comfort of his own bed. He opens his eyes to see the utilitarian room with more clarity and crisp edges than ever before. The cracks along his plastered ceiling, the metallic sheen of his chrome headboard, the blades of the ceiling fan spinning above all vividly clear. When his TV comes on across the room, attuned to his consciousness, the sound is familiar, but the multicolored lights bouncing off the screen are more vivid and with a wider spectrum than Kakashi has ever seen.

Kakashi sits up as a weather man announces Konoha’s weather for the day and signs off for a word from their sponsor, and instantly plops back down. He feels weak, more drained than ever, in spite of apparently waking from sleep. He tries to remember how he got here, but all he can remember is Obito’s altered voice in his ear.

He surges his power, willing himself out of bed with the reserves he has in store. He feels like shit as he pads barefoot across the creaking floorboards, walking like a zombie. Maybe he is a zombie, he thinks briefly as he turns the corner for his bathroom. That would send a message to Konoha.

When he braces two hands on his bathroom sink, glad he’s made it here, Kakashi breathes out and wills his stomach to stop churning. He can’t remember feeling so awful in his life, and he’s had plenty of close calls as one of the Third’s most active ANBU. He raises heavy eyes to the mirror and falters. His knees give out from under him and he drops as he processes what he saw during the momentary glimpse of his reflection. His razor clinks to the floor, batted off the sink’s edge by his arm in the fall. Toilet paper rolls across the bathroom floor, a banner of white across the peeling green linoleum. Kakashi’s hands are shaking as he latches onto the sink’s edges again, determined to face himself in the mirror and confront whatever he sees, whether it was real or not.

As he rises, he takes a deep breath and absorbs what he sees with a stoic expression. His left eye has changed. It matches Obito’s, a whirl of red in complete contrast to Kakashi’s dark grey on the right. And this explains the clarity, the wider spectrum of color, the way he recalls the recent visual of the flashing television lights with a kind of precision he’s never had before. Madara wanted to send a message to Konoha. Kakashi leans forward, pulls his lower lid down with his fingertip to expose the organic inner lining around new inorganic material, inspects it closer, and wonders what message this will send.

“Captain.”

Tenzo’s voice comes from the speaker beside his mirror. Kakashi is thankful he doesn’t have the camera turned on. He doesn’t want to explain this just yet. If he had any choice, he wouldn’t explain this at all. It’s bad enough he has to explain what became of his team and his mission. He’ll have to face Tenzo, the one member on his team who hadn’t been sent into that slaughter, and admit to him how he’s failed all of them.

Kakashi bows his head and curses under his breath.

“Are you there?”

“What, Tenzo?” Kakashi says into his sink, his strained voice echoing off the porcelain.

“Right. Uh. How was…” He pauses. “Never mind. You’re late for your report to Lord Third.” Another pause. “Captain.”

Kakashi sighs. “I heard you. I’m coming.”

His eyes look back at him from the mirror. One composed of his genetic material, the other fashioned by illegal cybertech, gifted to him by Obito Uchiha. He doesn’t know what Madara and Obito are planning with this. He’s hesitant to enter the Tower with this eye. Obito said Kakashi would soon see this world as he does. Whatever Obito sees, Kakashi isn’t letting him see behind the walls of Konoha’s leadership. He reaches into the bureau drawer slotted open outside of his bathroom and pulls from it a leather strap.

It’ll suffice.

——-

When Kakashi crosses through the security checkpoint of the Tower, the alarms, unsurprisingly, blare. The eye has set it off. Unsanctioned cybertech is forbidden in their leader’s headquarters, but Lord Third does want to see Kakashi. Judging by the last urgent message, Kakashi will be drowning in heaps of paperwork for not showing sooner. The eye and him are inseparable at this point though, so he proceeds forward until another ANBU in uniform puts his hand on Kakashi’s chest. Kakashi looks first at the hand, then sends the rookie a glare.

The ANBU behind the machine speaks first. “What do you have there, Captain Hatake?”

Kakashi pats the pack on his hip the woman is eyeing. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“We can’t let-“

“Let him pass,” Tenzo calls from the lighted hallway. When Kakashi looks ahead, Tenzo is jogging toward them. “He’s beyond late for this meeting. Lord Third will have my head if I don’t get my Captain in his office.”

“But-“ the rookie reluctantly backs off as Tenzo pushes his way forward and ushers Kakashi through with a gentle but insistent shove.

“He’s a Captain, Rookie,” the woman says, her voice fading as they acquire some distance. “Leave it alone.”

“Kakashi,” Tenzo says, “what happened?” He squints, frowning as he leans in closer. “And what’s with the-“

Kakashi slaps his hand away before Tenzo can touch the strap angled across his new eye. “Madara happened,” he says, because he knows the name is enough to keep Tenzo’s questions at bay, at least long enough to get them into Hiruzen Sarutobi’s office.

Tenzo gasps and falls into silence, though he broadcasts his anxiety and setting-in despondency loudly enough. When they reach the door, Kakashi feels dizzy. Here he will have to relive the devastation of that mission, not because he is required to report, but because Tenzo deserves to know what happened to his teammates. Konoha needs to know the whereabouts of a criminal like Madara...and Obito. Kakashi’s leadership deserves to know about his new eye and the liability he could be for the ANBU.

“Come in,” Lord Third calls from the other side of the door.

Tenzo meets Kakashi’s gaze before reaching for the handle and pushing the door open. Inside, Lord Third sits on a pillow, his feet tucked beneath him, a kimono wrapped around his person. Smoke pours from the pipe pressed between his cracked lips, clouding the flickering security screens on the ceiling in a milky haze. Two ANBU stand in the shadows at the corner of the room, as if trying to make themselves invisible.

“Ah, Tenzo,” Lord Third says, sending Tenzo a smile before raising a brow at Kakashi. “You finally found him.”

Tenzo huffs a laugh. “Yes, Lord Third.”

“Lord Third,” Kakashi says with a nod and a stilted bow. “Sorry I’m late. You see-“

“The only explanation I want to hear,” Lord Third says abruptly, waving his pipe in a wide circle in the air, “is the one regarding that failed raid. Am I correct in assuming it failed?”

“Yes.”

“And how did that-“

“It was Madara Uchiha,” Tenzo says before Kakashi gets a word in. “He was there.”

The Third’s wrinkled eyes go wide as they turn on Kakashi. “Is this true, Kakashi?”

Kakashi closes his eyes. “He killed them all. Team Ro is gone.”

He waits for the reaction, the scolding, the admonishments. When that doesn’t come, he opens his eyes to see Tenzo gazing at him with concern and Lord Third thoughtfully gnawing on his pipe.

Finally, Lord Third removes his pipe and licks his lips. “All? Except you appear to have escaped Madara unscathed, Kakashi. What aren’t you telling me?”

Kakashi flicks a glance at the ANBU to Lord Third’s right, then the one to his left. “Not quite unscathed.”

Kakashi’s hands are clasped at his front, but he unclasps them to swipe a hand across the pack at his hip. Tenzo perks a brow and meets Kakashi’s eye while Lord Third nods and hums.

“Very well,” Lord Third says before setting his pipe aside and raising both hands. “Leave us.”

“Lord Third!” The ANBU to the right gasps.

“If Captain Hatake, the man I’ve kept by my side for years, suddenly becomes a source of danger to me,” Lord Third says with a hint of mockery in his voice, “I’m sure Tenzo will come to my defense in your absence.”

Tenzo nods, and the pair of ANBU slink out behind them with wary eyes locked on Kakashi. Kakashi heaves a sigh when they’re gone. They may be right to be wary. Kakashi has to be careful here. He raises his hand to the strap covering his eye, but it trembles and lowers against his will. Swallowing his resolve, he tries again, acutely aware of the two sets of eyes intently locked on his face. When he pulls the strap free, he doesn’t immediately open the new eye along with his own. It is not because he is hesitant to reveal it, but he is hesitant of what it can do. He still doesn’t know the extent of its uses, of why Obito gave it to him, why Madara allowed it.

“Kakashi,” Lord Third says, his voice intense and hoarse. “Open your eye.”

He obliges against his better judgement, because his training to follow orders is that engrained at this point in his career. As he takes in the new details of the world around him, the visual cues molding the room into fine precision, he barely has to glance at the others to recognize their shock.

“Captain,” Tenzo breathes.

“A gift,” Kakashi says, tapping his eyelid as he closes the eye, “from Obito.”

“Obito Uchiha,” Lord Third says. “So he was there, too.”

Kakashi hums his agreement.

“Why?” Tenzo blurts. Kakashi shoots him a one-eyed, questioning glance. “Why would he give you...is that...his?”

Kakashi presses his lips into a hard line as Tenzo’s question sinks in, confirming what Kakashi hasn’t even acknowledged to himself that he suspected. And though he hasn’t taken the time to think about it before now, he knows the answer instantly. Flashes of images from places he has never been. Madara Uchiha’s smile looking almost fond. His own eyes, looking back at him from a face full of judgement. These are all in his head, loaded from the memory contained in the eye.

It is his.

Kakashi shrugs and releases a sigh. “He said, soon you’ll see this world as I do.”

“And Madara agreed to this?” Lord Third says.

Kakashi hardens his gaze and meets the old man’s eyes. “I think he plans to use me to infiltrate the ANBU. Lord Third-“

Tenzo gasps and rushes forward. “If he can penetrate our defenses, Konoha will be lost! We can’t-“

“You should remove me from duty,” Kakashi says with regret, shying away from Lord Third’s penetrating gaze. “At least for now.”

“On the contrary,” Lord Third says, making Kakashi snap his gaze back to the old man with both eyes open, “I think we can use this to our advantage.”

Kakashi balks. “Lord Third.”

“Think of the tech, what it can do for Konoha.”

Kakashi closes his eyes, retiring his argument. There is no doubt cybertech can aid Konoha in its battles, and Kakashi will figure out how to manipulate it in no time, as he masters everything else rapidly. It goes against Konoha’s principles, though. This cybertech is part of the very illegal technology they’re fighting against. It dehumanizes its user. It comes with as many flaws and disadvantages as it has advantages. It is dangerous and reckless. But apparently, Kakashi will be using it.

He sighs. “Yes, Lord Third.”

“But the security!” Tenzo interjects.

“I’ll leave that in the ANBU’s hands,” Lord Third says with a proud smile as he reaches for his pipe. “Kakashi, I can’t have you reporting here anymore with that eye. You won’t make it through security and-“

“I’d rather not give Madara the chance to record anything,” Kakashi finishes.

Lord Third nods. “Right. Tenzo will be the go-between. He will contact you with your next mission. And Kakashi. Tenzo.” His voice is solemn as he looks up to meet their eyes. “I’m sorry about your team. Those men and women served Konoha well.”

Kakashi inhales. His chest feels like it’s laced with barbed wire. “Thank you.”

He bows his head as he leaves the office with a solemn Tenzo, who has no words for what’s transpired. Kakashi is relieved about that. He would rather not talk about this. He has cybertech to master. He has new missions to pursue. He will use the illegal implant in his head for the good of Konoha.

——-

The fight against illegal technology wages on in the months to follow. Kakashi is constantly drained by the power of the Sharingan, the tech he now is known far and wide to have mastered. It eats away at his reserves with every use, yet has carried him through close calls more times than he can count. It aids him in the assassinations of conspirators and their families. It aids him time and time again when his teammates fall. Some days, he doesn’t know how he considers himself to be in the right. Yet Konoha continues to make use of his skills and his illicit gift, expecting him to serve. Lord Third frequently requests Sharingan Kakashi’s assistance on the most heinous of missions. He is needed. He is valuable. He is not to step foot in the Tower, because then he would be a liability. The more he is used, the more he understands what Obito must’ve been feeling when he decided to leave Konoha. With the passage of time, Kakashi finds himself growing disillusioned with his state, his government, his leadership.

He sits at his desk now, in the dark, coming down from the adrenaline of another long day of work. An empty bowl of ramen rests beside him with neon chopsticks pointing out his window. Multicolored flashes permeate his room as the computer screen before his eyes flashes an ad with a naked, bent-over woman moaning and screaming while the man behind her slaps his skin against hers again and again, until a bottle of lube spins over them and loudly announces its addition as a new product with dance music blasting in the background. Kakashi recognizes this ad playing before his eyes, but he isn’t fully looking at it. He’s looking more at the red light reflected in the dark corner of the screen, the familiar eye staring back at him. He hunches forward, bracing his elbows on the desk and refusing to meet the eyes of his intruder. He knew he would come eventually. He is resigned to accept whatever happens next. No matter what happens, he feels he deserves it - and worse.

“Sharingan Kakashi,” Obito says, his voice a whisper in the darkness.

Kakashi raises his gaze to the new ad playing on his screen, marking a bookstore’s grand opening. This ad doesn’t have the darkness to permit him a reflection. He can turn around, or he can wait here blindly. He doesn’t move.

“Do you see now?” Obito says, closer this time.

Kakashi hangs his head and tries for a long moment not to break. He fails. A sob racks his chest as his Sharingan eye replays visuals of children smiling and accepting handouts in the slums, runaway teens escaping pursuit as a door is opened for them from a dark alley, stray cats eating from the palm of his hand. But it’s not his hand. His hands are stained with the blood of innocents. It is Obito’s hands he sees, Obito’s memories. They’ve haunted Kakashi as he’s taken them along with him on every vile mission. They’ve made Kakashi see this world more clearly than he ever has.

“Yes,” he chokes. “I’m scum. The lowest of scum. Do your worst. I won’t stop you.”

A hand lands on his shoulder and Kakashi braces for the strike that is bound to come. After seconds have passed with nothing happening, he whips his head up. He whirls around to look over his shoulder and see Obito looking down on him with one eye to match his and another to match the grey whirling tech Kakashi had seen on Madara. His mismatched eyes manage to convey pity.

“You are scum,” Obito says, his words betrayed by the note of fondness in his voice. The hard clank of steel hitting wood alerts Kakashi of the dagger set by his side. “But he trusts you. Your Sharingan can get close.”

Kakashi turns his gaze from the dagger reflecting multicolored dancing lights to the smug look on Obito’s face. It is only by use of his Sharingan that he is able to determine the emotion he sees in Obito’s eyes - not triumph, but sadness. He is sad for Kakashi, even in sight of his win.

Obito squeezes Kakashi’s shoulder. “You know what you have to do.”

Kakashi turns his eyes to the hilt of the dagger and picks it up, turns it over until it reflects a beam of light across his tiny apartment. “You think it’ll make a difference?”

“Doing away with the leadership?” Obito says with a frown and a shrug. “It’s a start. Madara has a vision. I plan to fulfill that vision.”

Kakashi gives him a wry smile. “Too bad I won’t be there to see it come to fruition.”

“You do your part,” Obito says, lowering himself to meet Kakashi eye to eye, “and I’ll do mine.”

Kakashi seizes Obito by the wrist before he can rise again and walk out of his life forever. “Stay.”

Obito eyes Kakashi’s hand and then steadily meets his gaze. “Kakashi. Stupid, loyal Kakashi.”

He leans down and pulls Kakashi in for a kiss. It is tender and gentle, not like anything Kakashi would expect from a rogue criminal. And Kakashi needs more. He grabs a fistful of Obito’s shirt and tugs him forward until their kiss is hard and bruising. Obito’s hands explore Kakashi’s body as he rises from the chair and makes way for the bed.

Because tonight may be Kakashi’s last night in this world. He has seen it clearly now, just in time to leave it, hopefully in time to leave a mark that will overshadow all the violence he has inflicted on it. He can hope for Madara’s future to be a better tomorrow. He will entrust Obito with overseeing the change, because when he is gone, Obito will remain, showing Kakashi the future through his eyes.

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women-are-visual · 5 years ago

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Feisty’s Breakdown

My friend Feisty Lee has been in a breakdown for over a year now, and I’m not sure how to help her. I still live in Oakland, California, while she’s moved to Los Angeles to be near her family, and when she asks me to visit her, I do.

It’s a warm and calm January night when she flails to the front gate of her white stucco apartment building. She’s super skinny, dressed in leggings and rose gold sneakers, a big sweater, long brown hair, thick eyeliner.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” she shouts, flinging her arms and legs as she runs, like a child, although she’s in her early forties. “I’m Michael Jackson!” she says, kicking her big shiny sneakers.

We walk through a tiny courtyard, past a sad patch of grass and a lonely palm tree. Apartment balconies circle overhead and it feels fake and strange, like the set of a sitcom.

“I like your hair, you look the best with a curly bob,” she says, “Have you lost weight, you’re so skinny, I’m fat.” She’s always so attentive and complimentary. That’s why I like her. It feels good just to be noticed. I’m not skinny though, I’m chubby, and I don’t care.

Inside, her place is plain and modern, white walls and white rugs, a combo living room/kitchen with no furniture. On the back windows, vertical blinds cast gray shadows. Her paintings of cartoonish heads are propped against the walls and her bedroom is like a mini version of her favorite clothing store, Anthropologie, with an old wooden dresser, black and white photos hung on clothes lines above it, a metal rack of colorful, patterned clothes, and a paper lamp in the corner.

“Todd wanted me to be a dental hygienist, but I couldn’t stand the thought of it, what if I’d hurt someone’s tooth when I went crazy? I’d rather try to be an artist than embarrass myself.”

I drive us to the restaurant, along the dark and warm highway, through the black silhouetted mountains. I love the calm and friendly feeling of LA, being from Buffalo, I wouldn’t think I’d feel so at home, but I do. We listen to “L.A. Woman” by The Doors and talk about our favorite L.A. bands, but when we're almost there, she grabs my arm and stares into my eyes.

“I’m an heiress, don’t lie to me and say you don’t know!”

“Okay, Feisty, I know, I know.”

I just want her to let go so that I can drive safely. Really, I just want her to be sane, I need my friend back, the one who’s funny and fun. But when she reveals her craziness again, I feel so betrayed and ashamed for trying to make a connection with someone who’s mental.

I picked the wrong restaurant, Enterprise Fish Co., it got good reviews on Yelp, but it’s too big, cold, and corporate.

We’re seated at a booth and served too sweet margaritas made with cheap mixers.

Just in case I still think Feisty’s sane, she laughs and says, “I’m in a knife fight with big oil.”

She drops her fork and crawls beneath the booth to get it. “I used to think it was about talent,” she shouts from beneath the table, “but now I know that everyone just wants to see your ass in the air.”

Oh god, she thinks that everyone’s watching her and wants to have sex with her. Those are typical breakdown thoughts, I know because I’ve had them myself, but I don’t try to argue with her. My friend Rachel cares for seniors with dementia, and she taught me to go along with whatever they say, otherwise, you’ll just upset them.

Our food arrives. For me, oysters on a platter of rock salt and a shrimp Louie salad, and for Feisty, roasted corn and squash enchiladas.

I drink the cold, salty brine from the shells and pick out the oysters with a little fork, but while I’m enjoying myself, I notice that Feisty is staring at her plate.

“Your food smells great,” I say.

She takes a few bites, then stops.

“You need to eat and sleep every day,” I say, “You’re never going to get better if you don’t.”

“I’ll eat later.”

She asks the server for a to go box.

“This place is a rip,” she says when he walks away.

She grabs the glass carafe off the table, pours out the water, and stuffs it into her purse. I protest, but I let it go, I just want to leave without an incident.

On the Santa Monica Pier, the colorful spokes of the ferris wheel light up the night. We drive to my Airbnb in Venice Beach and it’s perfect, a small yellow cottage with white trim and a red door, one big room inside with a vaulted ceiling, a kitchenette, a bed, and a little living room area with a boxy gray couch.

“That’s a Gretel couch,” Feisty says.

We sit on the floor in front of the space heater and drink beer. She opens her box of enchiladas and starts eating them, and I act like I don’t notice, but I’m relieved.

“It’s just nice to have a little money and to not have those fun squelchers around,” I say, referring to our exes.

“They were paid actors,” Feisty says. “Todd was never happy with how much money we had, but he’ll miss me, I did a lot for him.”

It’s not long before she turns on me again.

“Every woman is jealous of me because I’m skinny and every guy wants to fuck me. I’m so sick of it!”

“Stop it! I’m not jealous of you! I spent a lot of money to get here, so don’t turn on me, you always turn on me!”

She leaves and I make tea in the little kitchenette and lie in bed, planning the next day. I’m not upset because I already knew Feisty would turn on me and I planned this vacation as if I’d be alone. That’s part of being a stoic, planning for the things that are going to go wrong, so you can handle them calmly.

Tomorrow I’ll go to the fancy grocery store and walk through the canals to the beach. I’m excited to see the ocean and to feel the sun on my skin.

I don’t know what’s going to become of us. We have a little bit of money from our exes, but it’s not enough, and Feisty’s blowing through hers, still in a breakdown.

All I can do is try to help her in little ways and enjoy myself while I can.

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kkgstores · 8 months ago

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soullessandanonymous · 6 years ago

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Whilst working on my fantasy series, I realized I know nothing about castles. I’ve seen plenty of castles, but the actual vocabulary for the parts and structures of a castle—not so much. I couldn’t find much on Tumblr itself for references, but maybe I didn’t look hard enough. None the less, I decided to post whatever I research into a series.

Please feel free to let me know if anything should be added, what sort of castle research you're looking for, etc.

In this post—under the cut—I’m covering the main exterior structures of a castle, with some minor interior inclusions, such as a dungeon, etc.

Allure/Wall-Walk

A walkway on a wall

Made it easy to move quickly between towers

High position let sentries watch for approaching enemies

Defenders could use as a platform to fight against enemies

Important security features in castles

Accessed via: ladders, wooden stairs, and other towers

Paved with stone slabs

Chemin-De-Ronde: wall-walk that spans around entire castle

Arcade

A covered passageway with arches along one or both sides

Blind Arcade: row of arches supported on columns, either free-standing or attached to a wall

Bailey/Ward

A courtyard enclosed by the outer wall of a castle

The area below the motte

Food and animals were stored here

There were inner and outer baileys

Used for exercise yards, parade grounds, and occasional corrals

Courtyards

Barbican

A walled passage projecting from the front of a gatehouse

A fortified outpost or gateway

Any tower situated over a gate or bridge, used for defense

Confined approaching enemy to a narrow front, leaving them open for easy attack

Protected castle entrance

Bartizan

An overhanging corner turret at the top of a tower

Supported by corbels

Crow’s Nest

Almost always located on the highest points of a castle

Allowed a warder to see all around

Bastion/Bulwark

A structure that projected outward from the curtain wall

Each corner of the curtain wall has a bastion

Long walls had a centered bastion, or multiple

Allowed defenders to cover dead ground (blind spots) and provide crossfire for the curtain wall and adjacent bastions

Battlement

A low, protective wall along a walk-wall or the roof of a tower with crenellations for shooting through

Often had openings called murder holes (machicolations) in floor to allow missiles or burning objects to be dropped on attackers

Berm/Berme

The level area between curtain wall and the moat/ditch

Intended to reduce soil erosion to keep wall from collapsing

Kept debris from wall from falling into or filling moat/ditch

Curtain Wall

An outer wall that surrounded the bailey and/or castle buildings

Walls were often connected by a series of towers to add strength and provide better defense for the castle grounds

Designed to protect castle

Arrow slits were often built into wall for defense

Average height was 30 ft

Varied in sized: 6-20 ft thick, ~30-45 ft tall, and ~1,500 ft long

Draw Bridge

A bridge built to span a moat/ditch that could be raised or lowered at will

A removable ladder in towers to reach second floor, and prevent intruders

Sometimes had a turning bridge that pivoted in the middle to prevent entrance

Drum Tower

A round tower built into a wall, usually connecting stretches of exterior curtain wall

Dungeon

Simply a single plain room with a heavy door, or whose only access was via a hatch/trapdoor in floor of room above it (oubliette)

Were under the keep, or gatehouse in later centuries

Fausse Braie

An exterior rampart, outside of and parallel to the main rampart, and considerable below its level

Forebuilding

A building attached to the keep guarding its entrance

Normally contained a staircase leading up to first floor of keep

Often held a small chapel

A keep’s equivalent to a castle’s barbican

Garden

Located in bailey near the kitchen

Has several sections: fruit trees/bushes, cooking herbs, medicinal herbs, vegetables, cooking flowers, and medicinal flowers

Often accessed through stairs from kitchen

Gatehouse

Main entrance/exit to castle

Once a simple doorway with a heavy door that could be barred shut

Now a portcullis (a heavy iron grate) that can be lower and raised

Had vaulted ceilings with murder holes

Side walls had arrow slits

Usually located in curtain wall

Location where enemies often attempted to breach

Had twin towers on either side for protection

Could have up to 3 floors:

Ground Floor: contained the guards room and sometimes a prison

First Floor: contained quarters for the guards and the castle constable as well as the mechanisms to control the portcullis

Second Floor: was a storage place for weapons

Defended by a barbican

Guardroom

A room used by on-duty guards

Likely stored weapons

Guards did not sleep here—they had barracks in the gatehouse, a tower, or under the keep

Hoarding/Brattice

A covered wooden balcony projecting from the top of a tower, a curtain wall, and used to defend castle

A temporary, shed-like wooden construction placed on exterior of ramparts during a siege

Had holes in floor to allow defenders to see enemies and attack them from above

Later replaced with murder holes

Hornwork

An indépendant earthwork located in front of and separately from the castle’s curtain wall, but within range to be defended

Front of hornwork had a curtain wall and two half-bastions, one on each endpoint

Sides are long and parallel to each other

Back was crescent shaped and faced castle’s curtain wall, built low so invaders couldn’t take shelter there

Forced invaders to begin siege farther away

Provided defenders with opportunity to destroy siege lines

Keep/Donjon

The largest and strongest tower in the castle

Great Tower

Was self-sufficient

Served as final refuge during a siege

Square or rectangular in shape, sometimes round

Walls could be ~17 ft thick

Windows were styled for archers, not viewing, such as arrow slits

Soldiers would keep watch from roof

Where lord and his family resided

Basement: held storerooms, barracked soldiers, and dungeons

Ground Floor: entrance to keep, held guardroom and kitchen, where servants/soldiers spent most of their time, or slept on the floor

First Floor: held the great hall, the lord conducted his business here, where banquets and court was held

Top Floor: held private chapel for lord and lady, where lord’s family slept, where lady of castle spent most of her time with her ladies-in-waiting doing various activities

Staircase: interior staircase would spiral all the way from the ground floor to the roof

Lunette

A fortification shaped like a half-moon or an arrowhead

Similar in appearance to a bastion, but did not have “wings” of castle wall connected to it

Either a separate structure, or connected to a curtain wall

Back was often open

Later became a redan

Moat/Ditch

A deep ditch cut into the bedrock or earth around the main part of the castle, usually filled with water

Filled by nearby lakes, rivers, or springs; sometimes by changing the direction of flow to go into the ditch

Most had an inlet and an outlet, rather than being self-contained like a donut

A dam in the outlet would control water levels

Made of rocks, or earth

Invaders could not tunnel under moats because they would collapse under weight of water, could not swim across because it was too deep and made them targets for archers

Had sharp sticks—bungy sticks—placed in moat to prevent people and animals from coming across

Dry moats were still hard to cross because they were deep and had steep sides

Ranged from 3-30 ft deep, and ~12 ft across

Motte

An artificial earthwork mound on which a castle was built

To create: a wide, circular ditch was dug with earth and stone thrown up into the middle in successive, reinforced levels in order to create mound

Sometimes a natural hill or summit was used instead

Oubliette

A windowless chamber whose only entrance was through a trap door in the ceiling, which opened into guardroom above and was too high for prisoners to reach

Prisoners were lowered by rope into the oubliette, same for food

Was used rarely for prisoners, those placed here were intended to be forgotten

So tiny, moving around or turning at all was impossible

Shaped like a cylinder

Completely dark

Sometimes the oubliette was below ground level, thus water would seep through the ground and fill the space making survival impossible

Starvation hole

Parapet

A low protective wall along a wall-walk, bridge, or roof

Does not have crenellations like a battlement

Portcullis

A wooden or iron grill that could be dropped to bar a gateway or raised to allow passage

Moved strictly in a vertical direction

Occasionally used to trap attackers inside the barbican

Postern Gate

A secondary gate or door, often located at the rear of the castle in a back wall

Gate was often connected to a small guardroom, that then connected to the bailey

Located in concealed location, allowing occupants to come and go inconspicuously

In case of a siege, used as a secret exit for troops or send out a messenger, otherwise it was barred

Used by tradesmen and servants during peaceful times

Built for one person, unmounted to pass through

If possible, built on steep hill with access from a footpath required

Sometimes required a password to be let through

Rampart

A defensive wall with a broad top, a walkway, and a stone parapet

Raveline/Demilune

A triangular fortification or earthwork located in front of the curtain wall, with in range to be defended

Allowed defenders to attack enemy before they can reach the curtain wall

Forced attackers to start siege from further away, and allowed defenders to defeat siege line

Functioned the same as a hornwork

Redan

A small raveline

Often made of earthwork, but stone and other material could be used

Designed like a lunette, but shorter

Tower

A tall narrow building, either freestanding by itself or else connected to a larger building

Unlike turrets, towers touched the ground

Provided access to wall-walks, lookout points and sleeping quarters for the garrison

Were square, d-shaped, or round

Turret

A small tower projecting out of a main tower, usually used as a lookout point

Did not touch ground

Allowed defenders to provide sheltering fire to the adjacent wall during an attack

Roof was usually circular with various kinds of apex

May have a staircase if turret is taller than tower

Buildings often had both towers and turrets

Supported by a corbel, and limited in size

RESOURCES

Castles on the Web

My Literary Quest

Lady of Legend

Google Images

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angryrabbit42 · 6 years ago

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Salt Water Taffy

“So, you come here often?”

I was an idiot. I have no idea how to be suave, so the sentence escaped my mouth in a rush of adrenaline. It was definitely a ‘panic pick up line.’ I am too much of a coward to ever speak to people. I get tongue tied, make a few noises, panic and leave. I’m not stupid. I know she was just people and I’m people too-erm, a person too-but anxiety is crippling.

She stopped shoveling salt water taffy into a box long enough to look up at me with her wide spaced sparkly gray eyes. Those eyes did things to my insides. Everything was suddenly too close and too warm. I had never in my life seen eyes that deep and full of glitter. I’m not poetic. She had glitter eyes.

Stunned, all I could do was stare and I try desperately to remember how to breathe. A large tee covered her from neck to mid-thigh like the tackiest dress. ‘Lifeguard’ in red swam across the shirt and it was soaking wet in spots. She or the short or the shop itself smelled like something had crawled out of the high tide. She was shoeless.

No one seemed to have noticed her but me. They were all blind, probably, because her hair was shockingly pink and down to her t-shirt covered butt. And on top of the bright hair and outward weirdness, she was the most attractive woman I had ever seen.

“It’s Salt Water Taffy Season,” she told me, smiling with bright white teeth, “I love saltwater taffy. Do you like it?”

“I ah, it um get’s stuck in my teeth,” I reply brilliantly.

Her gray eyes flood with worry. “You have to suck on them until they get soft,” she tells me.

“Thanks,” I said and got a soft smile as my reward.

She tossed her hair over one shoulder and went back to trying to fill the box with all the salt water taffy the store had. Once the box was full, her eyes met mine again, calculating. With a wide wink, she stuffed the entire box under her shirt and raced out of the store. The teenager watching the register didn’t give chase. He hardly even looked up from the magazine he had spread over the counter. In an even tone he said, “Hey, you stop.”

I slipped out of the shop a few seconds later so the teenager wouldn’t think I was in on the salt water heist, not that he would care. He was definitely up for employee of the month. Once out in the bright sun, I scanned the crowd for pink. The boardwalk was teeming with children, parents, and couples. Giant stuffed animals trailed from tired parents’ obscuring the view. I walked from one end of the boards to the other before giving up. The thief was gone. The disappointment I felt was a punch to the gut. She was the most interesting person I had spoken to all summer and now she had vanished into the air. I went home.

I tried to give up on her but the Salt Water Taffy Thief stayed with me. Every time I was near a shop or on the boards, I couldn’t resist the urge to hunt for her. Sometimes I thought I would catch a glimpse of her but it was always my imagination. Still, I kept my ear to the ground for any more salt water taffy heists. There were three. A man at the pizza shop told me pounds of the stuff had gone missing. He didn’t know she was the pink haired beauty I had met.

I spent every summer down the shore watching the house for a friend who hated the tourist season but hated the idea of renting more. The house was on the bay with lovely color themed rooms and it was a great way to recharge after teaching ten-year-olds all year. And because I was practically a local, I preferred to go down to the beach after most of the families and the lifeguards had gone home for the day. I would set up my blanket, slather on sunblock and pull out a book to read. A week after I had seen the thief, I did just that.

The lingering heat forced me out into the ocean. I swam out past the breakers and rolled onto my back, only doing what I had to do to stay afloat. Blue sky arched above me with not a single puffy cloud appeared to ruin it. This is how the world should look; serene and blue, not noisy and full of spitballs.

Before I knew it the blue was deepening, darkening. I sat up and started to tread water. The sun had slipped down to the edge of the water and as I watched the sky turned a magnificent crimson tinged in cinnamon before fading into a dark plum. The ocean ate the sun and left me alone. I sighed. It was time to go back to the house.

Except the shore was much farther away than I remembered it being. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity. I struck out with long strokes. I wasn’t worried. I was a strong swimmer. I was more annoyed that I was going to ruin my peaceful moment with a dash for the beach. A tail slapped the water near me. Startled, I spun to see if it was the soft rounded dorsal fin of a dolphin or the more vertical, straighter of a shark.

The slap happened closer to me. I backed away and continued to head for the shore. The current picked up and at first, I thought it would be a bro and toss me up onto the beach. Instead, it dragged me backward, closer to the tail slapping the water. But the ocean was crueler still and I hadn’t checked to see what the undertow was before swimming out. A large wave crashed over my head and I was dragged under.

I was in inky black unable to tell up from down as the currents buffeted me. Things brushed my legs and arms. My lungs burned. I wanted to exhale. I didn’t. I knew better. What was in my lungs was all I had left. I made a decision to strike out in a direction. I had no idea if it was up or down. The water was numbing my extremities now. The pressure in my ears was building and the things were terrifying. I still didn’t know whose tail had been within slapping distance of me and where it was now.

I chose wrong. The pressure increased. I spun around to try again. Flailing, I was lost in the dark, cold water. My mouth opened and bubbles escaped. Heaviness filled my bones. I was too tired to panic. I stopped fighting.

I shot forward gasping for breath. I flailed and a strong hand gripped mine, squeezing it. Confusion flooded me as sunlight hit my skin and soft blanket met my legs.

“Safe,” a familiar voice told me. She repeated the word until it seeped into my sun-warmed skin.

My saltwater taffy thief sat beside me with her cloud of pink hair. It was damp and curling around her face making her a pink fluffy angel. She was grinning. I smiled back. Surrounded by saltwater taffy wrappers and sitting on my blanket in her bare feet, she fluffed my hair affectionately. She was wearing a lemon yellow muscle tee with a whale on it and nothing else.

“Hi,” I said, dazed.

“You want one,” she asked, holding up a plastic bag full of candy.

My stomach felt like it was full of saltwater. My head hurt and my sinuses burned. I was dry but since I had sat up, water was trickling out of my ears and I could feel sand everywhere and I mean everywhere. Sugar was the last thing I should be putting in my battered body.

“No thanks. I’m not hungry. What happened?”

She sniffed. “You didn’t listen to me. I slapped the water to get you to go away from the bad currents but you swam right into them.”

“You slapped the water? I thought I saw a tail. I thought you were a shark!” I exclaimed to giggles.

“Lucky you, it’s still Salt Water Taffy Season and I was near the beach. I dragged you out.”

Bemused, I thanked her and offered, “You can get salt water taffy all year long. They don’t stop selling it after the tourists leave.”

She shook her head like I was a particularly stupid specimen of the human race. I couldn’t blame her. I felt that way about myself most of the time. “Can’t steal it if there’s no crowd to disappear into. As it is, I’ve hit my last store. I have to be careful and not steal too much. I can’t get caught.”

“Why not buy some?” I asked.

“No money,” she said and her gray eyes brightened, the sparkle swirling. I felt like I could drown in them which was unfortunate after my almost drowning. “I don’t have a job. Jobs are a weird concept. Do you have one?” she asked.

“A job? Yeah, I teach math,” I told her.

She counted out loud as she ate candy and I grinned. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to see her again and again.

“Do you live out here?” I asked.

Bobbing her head, she gathered the wrappers and raced them away to a trash can. In seconds she was back, stretching long pale legs out beside me. The skin was just a bit too pale, almost like the underbelly of a snake or a fish. She took large handfuls of her hair and finger combed it until it behaved. Her body was lean if well-muscled.

“Do you have a home,” I asked.

She glanced out at the water and ignored the question.

“What’s your name?”

No answer came and she bumped my shoulder before standing up. “Stay out of the bad currents.”

“Wait,” I called.

She walked out into the waves. Halfway out, she turned back to wave at me. I waved back. Seconds later a tail slapped the water.

Three days later I bought all the salt water taffy I could find and left it on the beach.

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tipsycad147 · 3 years ago

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Hexes and Curses

Be careful what you ask for.....

3 nights of hell

This spell will inflict serious pain and sores on thine enemy for a period of 3 days. After whitch the spell is lifted he or she is made well again. take a black candle and place a picture of thine enemy in front of of you and tilt the candle so that wax drips upon the would be victuim in the picture. Visualize that the wax is burning sores into the body of thine enemy. While doing so recite the following 3 times....

" As i do this candle spell

Bring thine enemy 3 nights of hell

Candle black, black as night

Bring him pain of flesh tonight!

Lesions on his skin will grow

Afflict him with painful blow

Sores and pain affict him now

For 3 nights he'll wonder how

Dukes of darkness, kings of hell

Smite thine enemy, bring him hell

When 3 nights of pain have past

Make him well, well at last

After sitting and thinking about the sores that will be inflict your enemy and the pain he will suffer you may then extinguish the candle. when 3 nights have past tear up the phote and say the following.

When 3 nights of pain endures, i lift this curse rest assured

Darkness leave him, go away, curse is lifted now, today!"

you can change words to fit you like himto her and so on.

Anthill Hex This spell allegedly causes financial discord: Gather dust from an anthill and sprinkle it on your targets doorstep.

Betel nut hex Betel nuts are the stimulant of choice in many parts of earth. They're also used magically. To cast a hex with Betel nuts, wrap your enemies photograph, a piece of paper with your enemies name on it, and/or intimate articles belonging to your target in a black cloth. Add Betel nuts and cubebs. Wrap everything up and bury it, ideally where your target is sure to pass.

Bladderwrack hex Bladderwrack is normally carried as a protective Botanical but it can be used to provide a particularly nasty hex, too. If hidden in a bathroom that your enemy uses, it allegedly causes uterine tract infections.

Blueberry Hex Even something as innocuous as Blueberries has been used to cast malicious spells. Create an infusion of Blueberry leaves and sprinkle over your targets doorstep.

Bones of anger

Gather bones of chickens and dry them in the sun for a few days. Then when you are ready to do this hex make sure you are worked up into a frenzy of anger and hatred. This will add to the potency of your hex! Be thinking of all this while doing this hex and when it says 'With these bones I now do crush" take a hammer or use your feet to stomp and crush these bones as if they were your enemy before you! When you are done sweep them up and place them in a bag. You will then want to sprinkle the dust and remains of the bones on your enemies property around his house. If you have a bell ring it 3 times and say... I call upon the Ancient Ones from the great abyss to do my bidding I invoke Cuthalu, God of Anger and the creatures of the underworld hear me now... "Bones of anger, bones to dust full of fury, revenge is just I scatter these bones, these bones of rage take thine enemy, bring him pain I see thine enemy before me now I bind him, crush him, bring him down With these bones I now do crush Make thine enemy turn to dust torment, fire, out of control With this hex I curse your soul" So mote it be!

Bottle Hex 1. Place your targets photograph inside a bottle. 2. Write the targets name on a piece of paper and put this inside the bottle, too. 3. Stuff holly and ivy into the bottle. 4. Add some black ink and war water. 5. Seal the bottle shut and bury it upside down.

Candle Hex (1) Black cat crossed your path The condition oil black cat oil is most frequently used for benevolent purposes, to draw protection, good fortune, and attention from the opposite sex. However, it may also be used to turn a trick. The combination of wax and pins requires no doll. 1. Hold a black candle in your hands and charge it with your intention. 2. Carve it with your enemies name and any identifying information pertaining to that person. 3. Dress the candle with Black cat oil. 4. Pierce the candle with 5 pins placed vertically. Approximately 1 inch appart. 5. Light your candle and let it burn until the first pin drops out. 6. Pinch out the candle and reserve it. 7. The following night, light the candle again and let it burn until the next pin drops out. 8. Burn in nightly increments until the final pin drops out. 9. Pinch the candle out yet again but this time take what remains of the candle and throw it against your enemies front door. 10. Walk away without looking back, returning home via a circuitius route.

CURSE OF REVENGE This curse is to be laid upon the victim while burning an image of the victim (wax sigil, photograph, drawing, anything) in the flame of a consecrated black candle Speak aloud the following: There has been unfairness done to me I summon the elements I envoke them I conjure them to do my bidding The four watchtowers shall lay their eyes and minds there shall be fear and guilt and bad blood there shall be submission and no pity I point the threefold law against thee against thee it shall be pointed threefold, a hundred fold, is the cost for my anger and pain Thou shalt be blinded by the fear blinded by the pain blinded by me binded by me Cursed by me So mote it be!

Cursing Stones

Charging a stone with malevolence is an ancient Celtic method of delivering a curse.

Charge the stone by holding it in your hands while allowing yourself to be engulfed by feelings of Rage, Jealously, Anger, and Hatred. The stone will store this emotion.

When charging is complete, terminate the process by setting the stone down, and consciously changing your train of thought.

Reserve the stone for later use.

Should one with to curse someone or something, hold the stone with in your hands, stroking it, while turning it counter-clockwise and murmuring curses.

For Naughty Witches Who Have Been Doing Too Much Hexing

If your conscience is beginning to nag you for your behavior, you will need: parchment black pen or ink frankincense myrrh charcoal disc brass dish gold candle (for the blessings of the Sun God) pin

On a Sunday morning as the sun rises, write a list of all the bad things you have done and then prick your thumb and put a thumbprint of your blood on the parchment.

Light the candle, burn the frankincense and myrrh on the disc in the dish as you read your list and feel truly remorseful. When you feel ready light the list in the candle flame and throw into the dish to burn.

When everything has burned and only ashes remain, rub your hands with these ashes and then wash your hands with soap and water as you say:

"My past is cleansed my future blessed no more my sleep shall bring unrest"

Dry your hands in the warmth of the candle flame and sun.

Now be more careful from now on

GRAVEYARD DUST SPELL

"Graveyard Dust" is one of three things: dirt taken from a cemetery, mullein powder, or patchouli powder. Or, it can be a combination of them. It is usually used in any combination with such things as asoefitida, jezebel root, Lost and Away powder, Black Cat oil, Four Thieves Vinegar Oil, Goofer Dust, (which is similar but not the same as Graveyard Dust), Mummy Oil, Damnation Water Oil, Black Mus, and other powders and oils representing hexing powders. Any and all are mixed with Graveyard Dust together with something belonging to the enemy.

If some personal belonging cannot be secured, the person's name is written on a small piece of parchment paper. This and the mixture is put in a small bag and buried or hidden near the enemy's abode. Also, if the mixture is made only with powders, it is sprinkled on the doorsteps. If the mixture includes oils, it is smeared on the doorknobs. All of this is in addition to the hiding of the small bag. Such action is said to result in making a person sluggish and sleepy and eventually wasting away.

HAIR LOSS CURSE By the power of wind and sea with the spirit of rain and mud, your mane once long and full will become a plain skull, making it subject to ridicule. From now on you'll lose your hair leaving your head naked and bare.

HEX THE ENEMY MISFORTUNE

Take a piece of parchment paper and write your enemies name onto it using black ink 9 times. Prick your finger and place a drop of vitality onto the paper. Light one black candle, then say out loud:

I curse thee (Enemies Name) and I hex thee, Let it be done.

Now place the paper into the candles flame and let it burn. Now just sit back and watch the misfortune come upon your enemy. It never fails!

HEXING OIL SPELL

Used to influence others to grant favors, follow your directions, and do your bidding without argument or resistance.

Anoint a black candle with the oil and as it's lighted, repeat this affirmation:

"Damn the foe who has harmed me, May evil return to it's source ten fold. Let the sufferings intended me be visited upon the perpetrator."

I don't consider this so nasty as one is just returning what is given. Although I would probably leave out the tenfold thingy myself, and alter the spell accordingly.

PAPER HEX SPELL

To cause a hex or bad luck to follow someone disliked, a piece of paper, preferably black, is cut into the shape of a man or a woman. Use Dove's Blood Red ink to write the person's name on the paper image.

Stick a new pin at the head and thread it in and out of the image all the way down to the feet. This will cause the paper image to fold up and become quite small.

Place the image and pin in a small box and take it to a cemetery. Dig a small hole and place the box within. On top of the box place some Devil's Shoelace roots and sprinkle the roots and box with Black Arts Oil. Then cover with dirt from the graveyard. Leave the cemetery and never return to where the box was buried

REMOVE A HEX / REVERSE A JINXED CONDITION Although it is relatively rare that someone is truly hexed, it does happen. Also, it is important to note that the mind has a very powerful effect on the body, so if you believe yourself to be hexed, in effect, you are... This spell will remove any hexed or jinxed condition, whether real or imagined. Fashion a poppet out of white felt or other white material. Stuff the poppet with vetivert herb, and place on your altar. Inscribe your name on a purple candle and anoint (Go here to learn anointing) the candle with an appropriate oil (I use patchouli, but there are other formulations on the market, such as uncrossing oil, or go away oil which will work just fine). Visualize as strongly as possible the hex upon you...feel its power and the strength it has had over you...Now take a handful of garlic powder and sprinkle it over the poppet, while strongly visualizing the hex/jinxed condition being broken. Put as much feeling and emotion into this process as possible...now relax...allow the candle to burn down completely. It is finished...the hex is broken...so mote it be.

Hot Footing

a.k.a. BACK TO IOWA

by Chameleon

The PURPOSE of the spell, why you do it, is to get someone off your back. The intent is not to HARM someone but to make them GO AWAY and leave you alone. This is NOT, however, intended for petty grievances. This is a serious spell with a fairly good kick to it. If it backfires it can make YOU go away i.e. lose your job. Use at your own risk. And, oh yes, this is COPYRIGHT material. If you reproduce it in ANY form whatsoever you must include the following:

MATERIALS: Hot Foot Powder, bowl to hold powder, small jar orvial, 4 black candles, 2 black rushlights, drum or other rhythm instrument (optional, if you know how to clap your hands)

A word about certain items: HOT FOOT POWDER is one of those"magical incense" things you buy at occult supply stores - you know, the ones labeled "sold as a curio, for entertainment purposes only". Z. Budapest in _The Goddess in the Office_ describes this as a white powder, but the Hot Foot Powder I bought is most definitely black (and smells pretty good, too, in fact). The only thing I can conclude is that Z and I go to different occult suppliers. RUSH LIGHTS have nothing to do with Mr. Limbaugh. Traditionally, they're rushes dipped in wax or tallow then lit - a sort of candle, very long and thin, that burns quickly and doesn't throw a whole lot of light. The ones I used were a thin candlewick about 15 inches long dipped in black wax a couple of times. These babies are fragile, so handle them with care until you're ready to use them.

Cleanse and purify your altar area. Set up your altar for charging magickal tools. Arrange the four black candles for lighting purposes and use no other color of candle during this spell. If you want, drape the altar in black, wear black, and otherwise dress up the area.

Pour a small quantity, about a spoonful, of the Hot Foot Powder into the bowl and place it on your altar. I usually put things I intend to charge on top of my pentagram, but use your own preferred method. Get comfortable in front of the altar, you're going to be there for a little while.

Put the black rushlights on either side of the bowl. Light them, while focusing on your grievance. Get a good rhythm going -beat that drum, shake that rattle, clap those hands, beat that floor, whatever - and make it an urgent sort of beat, the sort that makes you want to run. As you do this, chant:

You shall rise, you shall rise You shall walk and you shall fly Out of my life and away Onward Outward Away Begone! And trouble me no more I give you no power You have no power No power Over Me!

Keep repeating this chant and get really worked up. Feel that power and anger rising up. Get loud if you want (well, not so loud the neighbors call 911). Keep repeating the chant until the rushlights have burned almost completely down, then grab that bowl full of Hot Foot Powder and send all the furious energy into it. Visualize that powder just bubbling and boiling over with your emotion. When the fury is in the powder pour the powder into as mall jar and close up tightly. Be sure to ground yourself before leaving the Circle.

Now, take that charged powder and lay it in the path of your enemy. Make sure you aren't seen doing this. Pour it into your hand, then with a strong puff of breath blow it over an area your foe walks over regularly. This spell is specific to one person, so don't worry about it affecting other people who cross over it. HotFoot Powder is very fine, and if you only use a spoonful it shouldn't be visible on a floor. If it is, it will look just like dust. Blame it on poor housekeeping, the local

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SPELL TO NEHELLANIA Perform this during the Dark Moon if possible, and when casting Circle move counter clockwise from the East. Items needed: sword. Stand before the altar with arms raised and say: "Dark Mother, let your power flow through the body of your daughter/son and out again to repel and destroy all negative thoughts and deeds that are directed against me." Stand in silence as you draw down the power, then face East, raise your sword in greeting and say: "Hail Chichiri, great One of the East, Whose airy eyes see all in the Element of Air! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Move to the North and say: "Hail Tamahome, great One of the North, Whose green eyes see all in the Element of Earth! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Go to the West and say: "Hail Hotohori, great One of the West, Whose liquid eyes see all in the Element of Water! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Finally at the South say: "Hail Tasuki, great One of the South Whose bright eyes see all in the Element of Fire! I do summon you here to protect and defend me." Place your hands on the sword and say: "Great Dark Mother, I call on You to build up this protection, To send back all the wrong that has been done to me." Raise your sword high and say: "Dark Mother, Queen of the Night, there is one who stands against me. Let his/her efforts fail. Let him/her go down in the darkness. May You judge his/her wrongfulness and lies as he/she stands before You in the courts of Hell. May his/her efforts be lost in the darkness with no light to guide him/her. I am Your child, protect me, Dark Mother!" Rest the sword with the point on the ground between your feet. Say: "Dark Mother, help me to reach my goals, to live my life to the fullest, to walk a path of balance. Sweep away all barriers built by those who want me to fail. Crush the evil sent against me! Sweep its remains back into the body and brain of the one who sent it! The evil is dead! My attacker tastes his/her just rewards! His/her mouth is full of ashes, his/her thoughts of nightmares, his/her life of unfulfilment. Only once he/she ends his/her attacks and hatred shall he/she know peace again! I stand under the sword and the hand of the Goddess! So mote it be!" Draw a pentagram on the floor between your feet with the sword and say: "It is done!" Replace sword on the altar (or if too large like mine, simply lean it against the altar) and say: "Your hands protect me from Dark Moon to Dark Moon. Your sword covers me from Dark Moon to Dark Moon. Your care shelters me from Dark Moon to Dark Moon. All love and honor to the Dark Mother Nehellania!" This is the time for any further spell working or to finish other ritual matters. When finished take your sword to the east and raise it in greeting, and say: "Farewell Chichiri! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" At the North say: "Farewell Tamahome! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" At the West say: "Farewell Hotohori! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" At the South say: "Farewell Tasuki! My thanks for your protection and defense. Depart in peace, blessed be!" Stand before altar with arms raised and say: "My thanks to the Dark Goddess Nehellania and to all who have helped here this night. Depart in peace, blessed be!"

THE ASS KISSER GETS WHAT IS COMING TO THEM SPELL This spell is designed to let a brown-noser get back what they send out. This spell does not directly harm the target, they do it to themselves. For this spell you need a sheet of paper, scissors, a black candle, some black string, frankincense incense, a piece of pyrite (fool's gold), an old glass jar with a lid, some water and a frying pan. First stand facing north and cut out a paper doll of the asskisser and write his name on it. Then look to the north and say, " Asskisser in your heart, what you're doing isn't smart, whatever harm you say and do, will jump right back and get you." Take the black string and bind the doll while saying, " Whatever good and bad you say, whatever good and bad you do, will always come right back at you." After binding the doll, light the incense and the candle. Wave the doll through the smoke of the incense and say, "with the power of air this spell is carried." Then fan the flame of the candle and say, " With the power of flame this spell is released." Sprinkle some water on it and say: " With the power of water the Magick is spread." Last, touch the bundle with the fool's gold and say. "With the power of earth the Magick is put into being." Finally, take the bundle and burn the f*** out of it in the frying pan, take the ashes and put them in the jar and bury them.

TO CAUSE A HEADACHE Say This person _____ has made me angry! Lucifer bring forth the pain of madness known upon his head! ardrelamastro, martarastar, frocuss! To punish black candle 9 nails white plate oil carve the persons name in the candle.... put the candle on the white plate then at different locations push the nails in.... put the oil around the plate. That should stay for about 1 moon phase.....when done... remove the nails, and using a warm knife or metal spatula, smooth the pierced/carved areas, so the candle looks unblemished....wrap it in vervain and sweet basil....and then dump in a garbage can...that will take care of both.

TO REMOVE A FAMILY OR PERSONAL CURSE:

If you feel you or your family has been cursed for a day or generations, use this spell to remove it.

1. Take a black skull candle anointed with spell breaker oil ( if skull is not available, use image or a black cat candle). Burn for 8 nights, starting at the full moon. Burn for 15 minutes a night while you concentrate on the evil being burned away.

2. On the 8th night, in the crevice of the skull made by the burning wax, place these herbs: Agrimony, dill, rue, Five finger grass (cinquefoil), St. John's wort, and wormwood.

3. On top of these herbs place a seal of mephistopheles and seal all, the herbs and the seal with the drippings from a white candle. When the herbs are tightly sealed in the skull candle, put the candle in a grey bag or some grey material and sprinkle with Graveyard dust and Goofer dust. Take it to a graveyard and bury it.

That particular type of spell will be broken forever and no new evil spell of that type can be placed upon you or your family ever again..

From: Protection spells and charms by Jade

TO RETURN A HEX

Light three black candles, and as they burn, speak this charm for thrice return:

Broken this spell, broken this curse, By these candles, by this verse. Reflected back, three times three, Your hexes have no effect on me. Curse return, by candles three, Burn away and set me free. Live and learn, crash and burn, Three times three, this hex return. With harm to none, this lesson be told; Whatever is sent out, returns three-fold.

Allow the candles to burn themselves out. Do this 5 nights in a row, during the Waxing Moon, at dusk - as the sun dies and darkness descends.

TRAVEL PROBLEMS CURSE Holy gods of engineers cause a chain reaction and curse the transportation of this materialistic peer. Be it car, truck or motorcycle may they all have mechanical trouble

ZUIA-ZUIA OIL HEX

Using Zuia-Zuia Oil, anoint a Black Figure Candle or a 7-Knob Candle. Stick 6 silver pins/needles into the head or top of the candle. Concentrate on the hate you have for your enemy as you push each pin into the candle. Light candle at midnight of the first day the moon wans. Let candle burn for half hour each day until candle burns out. Each day candle is lit, stare into flames and think of nothing but hatred for thy enemy. On last day the candle burns, voice your intent for thy enemy 3 times. Close thee eyes and let flame burn out.

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