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But Tooru had to, somehow, have the bad luck of attracting the soul-searching eyes of pretty Ushijima Wakatoshi with his taciturn nature, dry wit and soothing quiet; an ass of epic proportions simply because Tooru cannot figure out for the life of him, how a Wizard of Ushiwaka’s stand can be so terribly unimaginative and dull.
It’s off-putting to say the least and if Tooru hates anything then it’s a) people who are better than him and b) especially if they have nothing that makes them stand out from an average crowd of Wizards in The Consortium.
Traits which unfortunately also apply to Ushijima Wakatoshi.
It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t quite know what to do with Satori.
Aside from the fact that Tooru is pretty certain that he shouldn’t be caught dead with the redhead who has been excised from The Consortium at thirteen, he knows that was Satori has is special.
Tooru doesn’t know what it is, but it’s…
It has bite.
It has teeth.
There’s a prickle of something metallic and acidulously dangerous at the back of Tooru’s tongue every time he gets to witness Satori’s Magic up close and personal.
Most days, thinking about Satori makes him angry.
Giver u a banana
A banana? For me?! :D
Hey, look! It's you going to the next person to give them a banana🍌
JOURNAL ENTRY 3 ☆
I ALMOST SUCCESSFULLY ASTRAL PROJECTED !!!!!! AND KYUBEY HELPED ME !!!!!!
it wasnt completely successful, i think the word would be, sorry if i misspell, bilocating ?
basically b4 i went 2 bed i asked kyubey if he could help me, and put on an astral projection subliminal, and when i woke up like,,, 20 or 30 mins ago i forget lol, i woke up and was SO tired but kyubey SPOKE TO ME, LIKE, I COULD HEAR HIM WHICH HAS NEVER HAPPENED B4 ??? and he was like "no you gotta do this remember ?" so i got back on my back and LEMME TELL YOU
my room. was so bright. my tv had stopped playing my subliminal so it had that bright ass screen, and my window covers broke off so until that gets fixed i have NEWSPAPER on my window. which means my room is BRIGHT
so between that and my, i will admit, impatience, i didnt fully get into the vibrational stage by the time kyubey told me to start using the rope method (where u visualize a rope infront of u and have ur astral body / soul grab it and pull u up)
but ONCE I PULLED MYSELF OUT
it was sooo weird,,,, it was dark but i could see my room at the same time ??? not perfectly BUT I COULD SEE IT, and at first it was weird differentiating
i looked around my room for something i could look at to confirm i was actually seeing my room, and i remembered this drawer in my room that has these two crystals i keep forgetting to move out of there, but i didnt remember if i had at that point, so i was like "i'll use that" from my physical and astral body but i got over that pretty quickly
so i looked in the drawer, saw the crystals, and then kyubey was like "you see them ?" and i almost JUMPED because i did NOT see him there 😭 and he was like "you see me ? :3" like yes….. ho /j
anyways i went back to my body, and going back in felt WEIRDDDDD dude my whole body like. twitched and shi i felt like my body was coming back to life (which, i mean, kinda ? my soul was going back into my body)
anyways i checked the drawer and the crystals i saw in the astral wreent there but there WAS crystals in the drawer
i was so excited to post this i havent even eaten breakfast yet T_T also i feel a veryyyy familiar energy causing a weight on my shoulder,,,, have i officially reached the "kyubey on shoulder" state of being an irl puella magi :0
OKOK anyways i gotta eat breakfast,,,, im gonna practice lots more with astral projection so im ready to contract once my soul gem vessel gets here !!!!!
if any1 has any tips for fully astral projecting, and making the atsral more vivid, please please please let me know !!!!! :D
thank you for reading !
PUELLA MAGI & PRETTY CURE: A GUIDE FOR DUMMIES
NOTE ;; This account is not a roleplaying account, nor delusion! If you are here solely for the purpose of spreading hate and negativity towards my blog, please leave.
Hello! In this blog, I'll try my best in explaining about two of the most pretty well-known concepts in the magical hero community, Puella Magi and Pretty Cure.
I'll answer this question first, though— what is Puella Magi and Pretty Cure? What are they about? After that, I'll be explaining my own concept derived from both of these series in the next blog!
SLIGHT CW ;; A mention of suicide for the Witches section in the Madoka Magica concept.
PUELLA MAGI★MADOKA MAGICA
In the magical community, tons of people have the Puella Magi concept. Magis have different reasons as to why they chose this concept, despite the dangers they'll face in the future, which I find to be very brave and courageous of them. Thumbs up to all of my Magis out there! :3
Magis can also fight physically or fight in the Astral Plane, and I will refer to them as Physical Magis and Astral Magis.
To give a (hopefully) basic run-down of this concept—
RUN-DOWN
An incubator, for example, Kyubey, Juubey, or any other types of incubator that the Magi has scripted in, can sense potential from a person and will approach them to form a "contract". The incubator can grant the said person one wish, and in exchange, the person turns into a Puella Magi and fights witches who drop grief seeds, which are used to cleanse their soul gem.
SOUL GEMS
Soul Gems are an essential part of a Puella Magi, as it is the physical form of their actual soul that the incubator extracts from them once the two form a contract with each other.
Using magic, experiencing strong, negative emotions or sustaining physical injuries can gather impurities and thus, become corrupted. The more the Soul Gem is corrupted, the more the gem loses its shine and gets progressively darker.
As Soul Gems are the physical form of a Puella Magi's soul, when the gem turns black, it turns into a grief seed and the Magi dies**, depending if a person with this concept has scripted this feature in or not.
** = This happens in the original anime, but there are some differences if you are an Astral Magi or a Physical Magi:
- If an Astral Magi witches out, their astral form will transform into a witch and wreck havoc in the astral plane, whilst their physical form may do something similar in the physical plane.
- As for a Physical Magi, we still don't have any information since we haven't met an actual magi that has witched out, leaving us with little knowledge on how a Physical Magi works aside from information that we get from a member in Mahou Planet with full results as a Magi. (I will be omitting their name for the sake of their privacy)
When not transformed, a Soul Gem can take the form of a ring, which also displays the Magi's name in Runes. When transformed, the Soul Gem will change and be incorporated into the owner's costume.
The only way to get rid of a Soul Gem's corruption is to extract it with a Grief Seed (or a Grief Cube), which are dropped by Witches.
For Astral Magis, before they decide on their contract, they first have to decide an object to put their soul gem to be attached to, since they don't have a physical soul gem when their contract is formed.
GRIEF SEEDS / CUBES
Also known as a witch's egg, which drops after defeating a witch. These are extremely important items, as they can cleanse the Magi's Soul Gem from any impurities.
If a grief seed has absorbed too many impurities, it may revive the witch. A grief seed that has been used before and contains impurities cannot fully cleanse a Soul Gem as well. It is known that a witch can eat a Grief Seed in order to power them up.
(I tried searching and I couldn't find any information regarding Grief Cubes, but they're essentially just similar to a Grief Seed that appears during the final episode of Madoka Magica... That's all I could find)
WITCHES
Although they are the final form of Puella Magis, some have scripted that witches are manifested under areas with large amounts of energy. They also have what are called Familiars, basically they work like a worker bee for the Witch. There is not much more to say, other than that the witches all have different appearances, names and powers.
Witches can also inflict a Witch's Kiss, taking form of their symbol. It is a personal marking that is used to control the minds of humans, allowing them to exacerbate pre-existing negative emotions and thoughts, as well as making them commit crimes or even attempt to take their own life. Magis can save people under the influence of a kiss when they defeat the said Witch who inflicted the person.
That's the basics of the Puella Magi concept, I hope that'll help!!
Now, let's get into the Pretty Cure concept!
PRETTY CURE
Pretty Cure is also one of the more used concepts in the magical community, following themes of friendship and saving the world. People with the Pretty Cure concept may choose a series from the franchise to start on, for example, Star Twinkle, and work from there. While on the other hand, there are some people who start from scratch and build their Pretty Cure concept as they go along the way.
I will refer to the people who use this concept as Cures for short.
RUN-DOWN
The concept focuses on a group of people who are granted special and magical items that allow them to transform into warriors known as Pretty Cure. With the aid of mysterious creatures known as fairies, they fight monsters and villains with goals of their own, all while gaining power-ups and more items to use in battle, as well as gaining new allies to fight alongside with.
CURES
Self-explanatory. They are legendary warriors and transform with the help of their transformation devices. All Cures use different kinds of combat and magic to fight monsters of the day, with some exceptions, like Wonderful Precure, where they don't use combat at all, or Kirakira A la mode, where they mainly use magic rather than combat.
Precure Teams are usually in groups of four or more, but the most common being a group of four people. Colors are also a major part of them, with the most common colors used being Pink, Blue, Yellow and Purple. Of course, you can use other colors too! Be unique and go off!
Their Cure names also correspond with their series' main themes, for example, if the main theme were to be outer space, their names would also be related to outer space, like Cure Star, Cure Nebula, etc.
FAIRIES
They are also the mascots of their own series. Fairies are usually tasked with finding the legendary warriors, and in some cases, also be a part of their transformations, an example being Delicious Party and Healin' Good. (Although, they kind of act as familiars in a sense.)
In some cases, fairies can also gain a power-up or even become human and join the Precure Team as one of the final members.
ITEMS
There are tons of items in the Pretty Cure franchise, but always all of them include:
Transformation Items
Power-ups
Weapons (for Finisher Attacks)
Collectibles (Ex. The Star Princess Color Pens)
Of course, these items provide different uses and in my opinion, can be useful outside of fighting, an example being the Twinkle Book from Star Twinkle, which is used to also feed Fuwa.
VILLAINS
The big bad guys. They usually have a goal of their own to destroy the world and send out monsters to wreak havoc. The order of the villains meeting the Precures usually goes from the weakest of the bunch up to the final boss. Some villains are also purified by the Precure, which, in turn changes their ways and become good people. In some cases, the villains may have a change of heart and become good people without the need of finisher attacks.
That's all I can explain for the Pretty Cure concept, since there's a lot of information regarding this series provided by the Fandom website. :]
I really hope this guide can help out newer members in the community.
Stay magical, have a good day!
SOURCES :
https://wiki.puella-magi.net/
https://prettycure.fandom.com/wiki/Pretty_Cure_Wiki
— jun 14, fri.
GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS
i bought the necklace i'll be making my soul gem !!!!!! i decided this was more convenient then a ring
its so tinyyyy,,,, AAAA i cant wait
its red !!!!!! and shiny !!!!!! and so cool !!!!!!!
it was also !!!!!! $95 dollars (including shipping) !!!!!!!! Oh My Gods !!!!!!
worth it,,,,,,,,
i cant wait to contract soon and start fighting witches ! until then i'll do as much good in this world as possible ^_^ i'd love to hear what your guys' soul gems are and look like !!
me and my team are going witch hunting tn!!
im excited!! I remember being so jealous of other mg when the fought witches in teams, im so excited rawwwhh
FUNNNNN !!!!!! i hope you guys have fun, stay safe, and successfully defeat the witch ! i'd love to hear about the fight after :D
i get that jealousy, i cant wait to start hunting witches too :3
i saw your recent post and i just want to saw, yes it is very much possible to transfer your soul to another object, and also alter your wish. But there is a limit to wish altering.
okay tysm !! i ended up buying my other idea for my soul gem (a necklace) because it felt for convinient, but this is good to know !!!
also, i doubt i'll be altering my wish once i make it, because of what my wish is, but just in case, thats also good to know
thanks !!! ^_^
Take my hand and run away for a while.
Let's travel the world in a blink,
and land on the moon for a snack.
Perhaps Mars would be a good spot,
to plant a tree or a flower.
Then come back to the Earth,
and dive deep into oceans without a care.
Resurface on Pluto,
and scream "we love you boo".
Saturn's rings shall be perfect for a game or two,
jumping up and down to avoid the asteroids.
Pinch a tiny slice of Neptune,
and call it the new blue mould.
Sing a song into the void,
until it sings back with a laugh.
Stars shall be the last stop for today,
where we'll check for Peter Pan and Alice.
An then build a hammock between the arms of Orion,
giggling as he rolls his starry eyes.
As dawn creeps up on us,
the adventures come to an end.
I'll drop you off at your roof,
then go back to my tomb.
Morning comes and you wake up,
with a happy dream and a wide smile.
It all started when we first met,
that day in the forest at noon.
From passing strangers to forever friends,
our adventures shall go on without an end.
© Moonyloonywitch
02/08/2021
7:37 pm
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Darkness Within the Light
Chapter 2 of a Dwayne Stephens x Latina!Pregnant!Witch!OC
Warnings: depictions of violence, descriptions of grief and homelessness, threats on life, foul language and adult situations. All readers are responsible for their own media intake, if you’re a minor, it is not my responsibility to decide what is or isn’t appropriate for your viewing.
Summary: Jessamine is new to Santa Carla and mostly fully aware of the strange occurrences that plague the small town. Running away from one large problem into what could be another one isn’t going to deter her from doing whatever it takes to make her unborn child safe again.
Jessamine felt as though there were many reasons as to why events happened the way they did. She was very much a believer in the whole “everything happens for a reason” faith system. However, that didn’t mean she always liked it and was prone to acting less reasonably than she felt she should.
Like now, for instance, as she argued with a local peace officer for parking outside of the police station to rest. In her very much valid defense, she had been driving a very long time to a place that was mostly unfamiliar to her. It was in her best interest to settle down in or near a place that’s entire purpose was to protect and service her. What was so difficult to understand about that?
“Ma’am, I understand completely, but you are not permitted to park your van outside of a police station without an appointment or permit. You’ve given neither and are therefore loitering, which is prohibited,” the surly officer explained. The bright, hot morning sun sparkled off his badge, obscuring his name, but that wasn’t something Jessamine particularly cared about this early.
“Yes, I know, you’ve said so three times, all without letting me fully explain myself. Which is why I haven’t the faintest clue as to what you supposedly ‘understand’ because I haven’t said anything,” Jessamine rambled, tired and frustrated beyond comprehensible belief. “I’m new to town, I just arrived late last night. I don’t know any of the hotels or temporary testing spots and this seemed the safest place to be. So much for serve and protect.”
The cop blistered considerably at her jibe, his fair complexion darkening to a worrying shade of rose in irritation. “Ma’am, it really wasn’t a wise decision to travel to a new place without a previously planned place to stay,” he chided her, shifting his weight to readjust himself in the sweltering heat.
Jessamine took in a deep breath and asked the Great Mother for guidance. She counted out just a few seconds silently, before allowing her breath to flow from her lips and join the countless particles in the surrounding air.
“I do have a place to stay, I was not in the right physical condition to continue driving. As I previously said. I did not mean to cause such a commotion but I was on the verge of losing consciousness at the wheel and would’ve preferred to not have broken a few more serious laws in the process,” she explained as calmly and politely as she possibly could, closing her eyes to envision her self control as if it were a tangible thing.
She imagined herself grasping it and holding it close to her chest to act as a healing balm from her more scattered thoughts. It wrapped around her coolly, bringing down her spiritual and emotional temperature to something more manageable and less distracting.
“I will take my leave now, officer, if you could just point me to the library,” Jessamine sighed languidly, fluttering her eyes back open to see the cop’s disapproving but slightly relieved gaze.
“You’ll find that most public spaces are on the same road, the main one, that branches off between the boardwalk and grandpa’s ranch,” he pointed out, literally pointing in the direction of where she ought to go.
“Grandpa?” She tilted her head questioningly, the spark of recognition flaring in her eyes. “I wasn’t aware everyone called him that.”
The cop laughed loudly from his belly, a lot more at ease knowing she wasn’t some young tourist looking to make trouble. “It’s not as if the old coot could be confused for anything else. I swear that geezer has been past his prime since the day I was born. Every year I think the city council is gonna grant him ‘historical landmark’ status,” he chuckled at his own jokes, obviously knowing the man fondly.
“Wouldn’t surprise me, he has a habit a becoming a local treasure where ever he goes,” the young woman went along, hoping to end the conversation now that she’d gotten what she’d wanted.
The cop readjusted himself once more and placed his wide and stubby hands around his utility belt, also eager to get to a cooler environment. The sun bear down mercilessly, not a cloud to shield the surface from the heaven’s rays, and staying exposed for an extended amount of time was sure to give one heatstroke.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it, little miss, just don’t let me catch you loitering on public property again. Stay in parking spaces or get a permit, ya’ hear?” His stern warning combined with a chastising finger wave did nothing to intimidate her as he might have hoped, but she played along for the outing of the situation.
“Yes, sir, you won’t hear a peep about me,” she agreed gratefully, getting extremely lucky when her old faithful van started on the third raucous twist of her key and wheezed to life. She drove off with a small flutter of her ringed fingers and pulled out of the parking lot. Much to her relief, the officer who’s name she never learned quickly took the opportunity to head back to his ventilated work environment.
Readjusting her review mirror, she analyzed all of the signs on all of the local shops and vendors that made up the entire center of Santa Carla. She drove by so many ice cream shops, diners, gift emporiums and convenience stores that they all blended together. They were all perfect for tourists, especially those who valued the “small town charm” that these shops exuded. There wasn’t a single pharmacy, clinic or any singular building along the strip that was for locals or permanent residents. Jessamine figured that all local practices were private so that the main public income could come from tourist revenue. The only building that was serviced to both local and foreign visitors was the library, and it stood out like a black beacon against a neon background.
Almost literally. While every other shop or store in the area was printed with long faded, but once bright colors, the library itself was donned in various hues of black, brown and grey. Also unlike the other businesses, it stood tall, nearly able to block out the sun with its sheer height. Even the architectural design was different, obviously older and better maintained. There was no chipping of the shutters or cracks in the stone pavement and steps below the large, iron-wrought double doors.
Jessamine honestly felt a bit insecure with her eyesore of a van being parked outside such a place, with dirt and dust caked along the edges, covering the dull paint job of what was supposed to be a vibrant medley of yellows, purples and greens. She tried to dampen the slight shame and fell into a new habit of hers whenever she became stressed and needed to reassure someone that she knew what she was doing.
Placing a hand upon her stomach, her palm slightly sinking into the fat as close as she could without compressing her baby, she began to comfort her unborn child. Logically, she knew that her baby wouldn’t actually be harmed if she placed the full weight of her hand into her stomach, but she didn’t like feeling like the child was crowded within her womb.
“Our Great Mother has kept us safe thus far and continues to bless our ongoing journey, lovey. May she continue to guide us along a safe and happy path while we devote our faith and practices in her name. We must face yet another obstacle in our journey, but it is nothing we can’t handle. We have a home now, there will be no more scavenging for food or fighting over sleeping spots. Let us be off, then,” Jessamine concluded, giving a small kiss to the medallion that hung from her neck.
Usually she would talk to the Great Mother for comfort or. . . him. But she couldn’t anymore, not directly without setting off a chain of events best left alone, as least as long as it took to guarantee her safety. Guiding her child along the right life way was the next best option. But oh, how she missed the comfort of receiving Great Mother’s celestial guidance, a potent and visceral anomaly that she cherished greatly.
Jerking her door violently and having to shove her entire body weight just to open it, she nearly fell onto the sidewalk when it gave way. Dusting herself off and fighting her clothing and hair into a somewhat less unkempt position, she grabbed a large binder with all of her legal papers and approached the large double doors of the library.
Even though her van wasn’t parked all that far away from the library, the young brunette felt all the more intimidated by the sheer power that the large, ancient building gave off. Invisible to the naked eye, but all too clear to those with a deeper sense of the surface plane, like Jessamine. She knew she had no reason to be so cautious around this new place. It was a place of safety. An escape. A sanctuary. A new home to raise her miracle baby and hone her magic to keep them safe. Although the “Murder Capital of the World” wasn’t the ideal place to start a family, it would serve her purposes, and maybe even be a permanent place to settle.
Jessamine was a witch, or Wiccan, if you prefer. An individual in touch with their spirituality and nature and the energy around them. Before this, before the accident and the move, Jessamine wasn’t a particularly powerful witch. And when in her own body, she didn’t carry much of a presence. She spent most of her time on the astral plane, simply absorbing the cosmic power and communicating with the Great Mother. She had a job, of course, a role within her coven.
Just like she was trying to become here, in Santa Carla, she was a historian. She kept track of every known magical artifact or objects with Wiccan significance. Another one of her duties was to translate the runes and glyphs used on maps or in inscriptions or written by Elders in diaries. She also did research on the importance of maintaining or locating said items so that the Coven Council would approve on expeditions to extract those items. She wasn’t one for exertion or physical labor, she was too open-spirited. It made it very difficult to focus on the physical world around her for long periods of time. It’s very dangerous to be separated from your body for long periods of time without protection. Especially in risky environments. She wasn’t the only person who did such research and she wasn’t the most dangerous person who looked for them.
The natural enemy of most modern Wiccan were dark practitioners, people who abused the Great Mother’s gifts for dangerous and harmful purposes. There was no such thing as a dark or evil object or spell. In order for that to be, there’s have to be a dark energy, and such didn’t exist. All energy is ambivalent at best, and geared towards universal balance. Wiccans are those who can hone and use energy as a corporeal thing that can suit one’s purpose. Spells are words that act as hands for that energy. Objects are a talisman to contain energy that can be used later on and influenced by its user. Dark practitioners manipulate the natural forced for malignant intentions. Magic is simply how it is used, which is why there are so many different types.
Jessamine wasn’t well suited to go against dark practitioners, not physically or magically. And certainly not while pregnant. Pregnancy is a natural magic that anyone can register. It is beautiful and powerful, but very dangerous on mothers. It’s not a necessary magic and many choose not to indulge or witness it. And while pregnancy had drastically increased her power, she needed the time and space to get used to the energy that was granted to her. Wiccan who simply use the energy to feel it aren’t particularly knowledgeable or powerful, especially when so young as she was.
That’s why, after muttering a small safety spell and then a luck spell, she mustered up all the courage she possessed and marched through those big, dark doors into what would hopefully be her pathway to a new life.
The entryway opened up to a lobby area and through a revolving door was the actual library. Unlike most modern libraries, there were no computers or phones of any kind. The lobby where Jessamine stood held five iron baskets that were each filled to the brim with newspapers, each one topped with that day’s paper. There were no people that Jessamine could see or sense. No that it mattered, Wiccans we’re good at obscuring their presences if needed. Beyond the lobby, there wasn’t a single person among the huge book shelves, nor at the numerous long tables, nor behind the help desks. It were as though the place was closed or abandoned, despite the doors being unlocked and the lights illuminating the entire building along with the afternoon sunlight.
Grabbing a newspaper, Jessamine sat down in an old and uncomfortable lobby chair and pretended to occupy herself until life made itself known within the library. She was just finishing up the extremely extensive Missing Persons section before she heard a slight shuffling to her right and was startled to find an odd looking young man right in front of her. He was tall and thin, he looked to be of Asian descent, with large, thick spectacles making his brown eyes look owlish. He silently stared at her curiously, his fingers intertwined and laying limply atop his pelvis. He didn’t look to be all that much older than she did, maybe about two to four years her senior. His long-sleeved button up was buttoned all the way to the top and tucked beneath his belted corduroy slacks.
“What are you doing here?” His low voice was smooth and quiet, a bit of a lilt revealing that he wasn’t a native to California, but Jessamine couldn’t quite place it. His rather odd wording also told her exactly why no one besides her was here.
“I applied to work here because you were urgently hiring,” she answered silkily, ignoring his mannerisms. Something told her that there was more to him than just a simple, small town librarian.
“You’re a long way from Vermont, Miss Marcel, and in no condition to be doing what you’re doing,” he chastised her, wagging a disproving finger in her face as though she were some disobedient child.
Making a face, she grabbed his finger within her own fist and held it away from her. “Yes, the undead population here is a tad bit more concerning than what I had initially anticipated.”
He yanked back his finger as though she had burned him and grabbed her binder, flipping through it, his facial features occasionally twitching as he took in the information she provided.
“The vampire problem is being handled appropriately. However there isn’t much to do about the werewolf working the council, and she hasn’t attacked anyone yet, anyway. Besides, you know that’s not what I was referring to,” he insisted while not looking at her at all.
“I’m not looking for anything here other than a job. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, and I don’t expect you to outright believe me, but I don’t mean to cause any trouble. I haven’t the faintest clue as to what’s going on over there, only that me and my child aren’t safe. This library is a safe haven unless threatened, and I am no threat. At least not to you,” she assuaged, dragging back the brown leather binder to her chest and cradling it.
The taller man considered her suspiciously, taking in her slightly haggard appearance and desperate brown eyes. “But you mean to become a threat for someone, no?”
“Not anyone who wasn’t a threat to me first. If it’s any consolation, I don’t know who’s after me, or why. But they killed the father of my child and it seems to have something to do with me. I want no part in whatever grapple for power is going down in that part of the country. I intend to make this my home and make a life for my baby here,” she swore, leveling him with a determined stare.
He swallowed at the severity of her words, the ingenuity leeching out of every pore, in a way that only a mother could manage. He knew who she was before coming here and he wasn’t particularly concerned about the potential consequences. He was powerful enough to take on any sinister forces and it wasn’t like he was the only supernatural being in Santa Carla willing to shed blood to protect their livelihoods. Plus, he could feel that baby, there was more about this entire situation and he knew the Great Mother would prefer him to protect her wounded daughter than return her to her original coven.
“My name is Leighten Waters, I am the librarian of the Santa Carla Public Library as well as the magik head of this region. I am in great need of a historian and welcome your expertise and qualifications. Allow me to explain your duties and lead you to your new living arrangements.”
~*~*~*~*~
End of Chapter 2
Tbh, i’m not that happy with it because it doesn’t have a whole lot to do with the plot and isn’t that interesting but don’t worry, lovelies, it’s all for world building and the introduction of the OC
I know this chapter doesn’t give off much about her, but I just wanted to build a foundation before I got into anything else. We will be learning more about her and her backstory in later chapters and i’m planing on having her meet Dwayne soon ;)
Oop sorry spoilers, but that’s all for now, i hope y’all enjoy and stay interested bc there’s a lot more to come. Pls like, share, reblog, send asks and comments
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Hi, I know it may seem strange, but if you are a Wiccan, could you help me and teach me more about the religion? sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language
There is so much to feel when Athena guide u.
🌿Ancient goddess🌿
Make me powerful
Make me brave
Make me feel myself
Goddess Athena
✨Athena, my strenght✨
✨She has my back, she inpires me✨
Athena marks my path
Отношения блогера мистер Бист и его девушки. Разбор таро.
Relationships between blogger Mr. Beast and his girlfriend. Tarot analysis with translate.
Итак, начну с того что когда отношения начинаются с одного пьяного вечера. При том при наличии уже давней девушки, которой регулярно дарятся охапки роз, но после встречи с Теа она мгновенно бросается, да и ещё и сама Теа Бойсен до этого яро фанатеет по Бисту аж два года, ничуть этого не скрывая. Ну а потом сам Бист ещё и делает ей предложение это пипец как странно! Так же не забываем что сама Теа из южной Африки, где магия вуду это что то вроде основной неофициальной религии. Вообщем у меня возникли сомнения и подозрения…. Да тут ещё бывший муж Анны Седоковой, Янис Тимма самоубился, после полного раззорения. И все стали говорить что это следствие черного приворота от Анет. Вообщем я попросила нашу Викторию Vbart сделать расклад по таро. Конечно все это просто на уровне гипотез… Но все же чему стоит опасаться Мистеру Бисту? Но конечно же мы ничего не знаем точно. Сам он ярый атеист, и ни во что подобное не верит… Но все таки.
Мне удалось узнать что приворот действует 6-7 лет не более. При этом жертва такого воздействия теряет здоровье, деньги, удачливость. Напрочь лишается воли. Снять его довольно проблематично, и сделать это может только старший и более сильный маг.
Пост Виктории можете посмотреть по ссылке.
So, let me start with the fact that when a relationship begins with one drunken evening. Moreover, in the presence of a long-standing girlfriend, who is regularly given armfuls of roses, but after meeting Thea she instantly rushes, and Thea Boysen herself has been an ardent fan of Bist for already two years, without hiding it at all. Well, and then Beast himself proposes to her, this is incredibly strange! Also, let's not forget that Thea herself is from South Africa, where voodoo magic is something like the main unofficial religion. In general, I had doubts and suspicions …. Yes, and then Anna Sedokova's ex-husband, Janis Timma, committed suicide, after being completely ruined. And everyone began to say that this was a consequence of a black love spell from Anet. In general, I asked our Victoria Vbart to do a tarot layout. Of course, all this is just at the level of hypotheses … But still, what should Mister Beast be afraid of? But of course, we do not know anything for sure. He himself is an ardent atheist, and does not believe in anything like that… But still.
I managed to find out that the love spell works for 6-7 years, no more. At the same time, the victim of such an influence loses health, money, luck. Completely loses will. Removing it is quite problematic, and only an older and more powerful magician can do this.
You can see Victoria's post at the link.
Добавлю от себя свои комментарии.
Сами расклады Виктория зафотала. Можете посмотреть. Может сможете что т добавить.
-"1-2 это вопрос если искренность в их отношениях ...По раскладу могу сказать что искренности в отношениях не так много , есть недосказанности ,некое недоверие" ...
-На совместных выходах это заметно. Когда они вместе вышли смотреть бейсбольный матч было заметно как Теа лезет под камеры, она даже отошла от Джимми, хотя мне кажется когда любишь человека хочется быть к нему ближе.
-"3 фото это расклад на магические влияния в их отношениях ..По раскладу скажу ,что определённо есть магическое воздействие , причем не самое слабое .."
-Ну здесь я сказала. Магия вуду одна из сильнейших магических практик.
-"4 фото это расклад на будущие их отношении ...По раскладу видно что будущие отношения в их паре будут просветать ( благодаря привязке на магии ,но потом когда эта пелена отпустить ,то отношения будут рушиться , постоянные ссоры и так далее .."
-Обычно 6 лет это максимум действия приворота. Если кто знает, напишите, может их продлят конечно.
-"Итоги расклада : не видно по раскладу сильно теплых чувств , эмоции в отношениях у них постоянно могут меняться, есть магическая работа , отношения первое время будут держаться,а затем расспадутся .."
-"Со стороны его возлюбленной много недосказанности и неискрености ...И еще приворот. ."
Как то так, делитесь в комментариях кто что думает.
I will add my own comments.
Victoria took pictures of the layouts themselves. You can look. Maybe you can add something.
-"1-2 is a question if there is sincerity in their relationship … According to the layout, I can say that there is not much sincerity in the relationship, there are omissions, some mistrust" …
-It is noticeable during joint outings. When they went out together to watch a baseball game, it was noticeable how Thea was crawling in front of the cameras, she even moved away from Jimmy, although it seems to me that when you love a person you want to be closer to him.
-"The 3rd photo is a layout for magical influences in their relationship .. According to the layout, I will say that there is definitely a magical effect, and not the weakest one .."
-Well, here I said it. Voodoo magic is one of the most powerful magical practices.
-"4 photos are the layout for their future relationship … According to the layout, it is clear that the future relationship in their couple will be enlightened (thanks to the binding on magic, but then when this veil is released, the relationship will collapse, constant quarrels and so on .."
Usually 6 years is the maximum effect of a love spell. If anyone knows, write, maybe they will extend them of course.
-"Results of the layout: there are no very warm feelings visible in the layout, emotions in their relationship can constantly change, there is magical work, the relationship will hold on for a while, and then fall apart .."
-"On the part of his beloved, there is a lot of understatement and insincerity … And also a love spell. ."
Something like that, share in the comments what you think.
Брюнетки в черно-белом правят из-за кулис. И перемещаются в пространстве. Или как сказала в инсте Мила Йовович, - "За каждым из нас стоит - ведьма с черными волосами, мама".
Мать Скарлетт Йохансон.
2. Жена Эрика Крипке. Диана Крипке.
3. Линн Спирс, она же мать Бритни Спирс.
4. Марина Абрамович
5. Мать Кардашьян Крис Дженнер.
6. Мать Милы Йовович Галина Логинова
7. Жена контролер миллиардера Сальма Хайек.
8. Деми Мур.
Peach: Who needs homeowner’s insurance when you’ve got magic?
(Author’s Note: Happy Monday! New Cleanup Crew today!)
Building 17, Part 2
"You need my WHAT?" I had to take a step back. What would you do, Readers, if your principal asked for your blood?
Said principal casually drew a knife from his belt. "Your blood. The creature in there wants an offering."
"I would hope you knew better than to call a spirit a creature, Mr. Lee Anders." Prudence took the knife away from him. "That looked really threatening...."
"I'm a principal."
"Did you say a spirit?" I interjected. "Spirits haven't been seen in centuries..."
"Just because they aren't seen doesn't mean they aren't there. You're made of cells, no? Atoms? Quarks and gluons?"
"I-I guess....but--"
"Besides, magic can't hurt them."
"Nor should it." Prudence gave the principal a look. "The spirit should be appeased, not attacked. Which is why we need your blood."
"Why my blood?" I pulled my sweater sleeves down a bit. "Doesn't all blood work in spellwork?"
"This isn't spellwork, it's an offering. And your blood is....special."
".....No?"
"Yes. Your blood is....unchanged. It's what we call 'Unmisted'."
"....I've never heard of that."
"Its a local phenomena. But it just means that, for now, your blood is special. And sadly, that means you're a....delicacy."
I shuddered at the thought. "I--"
Principal Lee Anders stopped me. "This is our only option son. We need your blood."
I resisted for a bit, but eventually I gave in. None of Principal Lee Anders' spells worked, and Prudence's meditations gave her the same answer. My blood was the only way this would end.
Prudence carefully pushed my sleeve up and drew her knife. I clenched my eyes shut and turned away, and winced. Luckily she made the....incision on my arm instead of my palm. Principal Lee Anders quickly bandaged the wound while Prudence smeared my blood on her hands. I felt woozy; it was too much for me. The cut, the...ritual....
I tried not to throw up.
Prudence reached for the vines with both hands, and before she even touched them the vines fell away. Prudence glanced back at Principal Lee Anders, then tried to enter Building 17. However, she stopped short. "Ail'sur'ia..." She cursed. Prudence then gave me an apologetic look. "It wants you to come with."
Dear Readers, at that moment I spoke my mind.
"Are you guys going to feed me to a spirit?"
"Wha--no!" Prudence rushed to deny.
"No harm will come to you, Mr. Page." Principal Lee Anders came up and put a hand on my shoulder, and a chill went down my spine. "I swear it."
Our magician of a principal wrapped a silver thread around my wrist and Prudence's, then used golden confetti mixed with sand to draw a circle that hovered in the air around him. "Stay behind me at all times."
When we entered Building 17, the vines came up again, trapping us inside. The interior was destroyed; the walls were split by tree roots, and flowers grew at random intervals. Moss covered everything, and small glowing motes were the only source of light. It was warm, and the air felt wet.
I looked ahead at Principal Lee Anders, and he was smiling. "Let's do this."
[End of Part 2]
Building 17
No one could enter Building 17 today. While it wasn't exactly because of the overgrown vines wrapping around the entire property, growing denser and knotting at any entrance, especially the door, they certainly helped.
My peers weren't exactly....affected by the blockage. They saw it as an opportunity to mess with their phones and have a break; two couples even decided to have a picnic right then and there.
Meiriam, of course, went to grab her father, Principal Lee Anders, who proceeded to do a particularly....intricate ritual that required dancing around the building, swallowing a stick of butter whole, and stabbing a statue made of some kind of melon with a firepoker.
The vines choking Building 17 blackened, but did not wilt. Apparently, this was not the intended effect, since Principal Lee Anders frowned, crossed his arms, and said "The woods rot serves to the feeding of his growth." Whatever that meant.
No one except me seemed to pay much attention to Principal Lee Anders as he tried to free the building several different ways, which includes: using wichfyre to burn the vines away [it didn't], talking to the vines using the language of flowers [from what I gathered, the flowers grown by the vines in response essentially said "fuck off"], and simply hacking at the vines with the firepoker.
There were ten minutes left in class when Principal Lee Anders decided to call for outside help.
I didn't expect my neighbor Prudence to show up, trying to ride her bike in her vestments; as an Oracle, the priestesses who followed the Goddess Aliurian, her garments were highly impractical. The vestments were designed to show off as much skin as possible, to display the jagged tree like scars that all Oracles had to bear.
Prudence approached the vines and pressed her palm against them, letting her eyes drift close. She stayed like that while my peers began to wander off, some moving on to their next class, while some outright skipped, using Principal Lee Anders attention to the blockage to leave without his notice. My next class still im Building 17, so I had to stay while the next group of students approached and were faced with the same problem as the previous period.
Prudence pulled away from the vines with a worried look, and pulled Principal Lee Anders aside to talk. They would occasionally point at me, which just made me hug myself and try to seem smaller than I already was. If they thought I had something to do with this catastrophe, they would be sorely mistaken; I still wasn't allowed to do the practical labs in any of the thaumaturgy classes.
Principal Lee Anders approached me with his hands behind his back, and Prudence followed, fidgeting with her mossy hair. They pulled me to the side, away from the other students.
"Story," Prudence began, wringing her hands. "We, uhm..."
Principal Lee Anders interjected. "We need your help, son."
"With....the vines?" They nodded. "I don't see how I can help..."
"It's not you, per se..."
"Your blood, Mr. Page. We need your blood."
[End of Part 1]
Today In Misery
The Net was shut down today, which was inconvenient since everyone had some kind of project due.
So a girl with pink hair took the router and drew a circle around it with black sand (she carries a bag of it with her at all times....apparently). She whispered something to it, spat on it, then plugged it back in. Everyone had wifi immediately after.
She still won't tell me what she did.
"This isn't magic. This is the dark science--it's perfectly quantifiable.
....It's mostly quantifiable."
~Said by a cheerleader to a goth girl on how to summon a star god for their sociology project
feeling very un-unicorn lately...
(I'm afraid lady amalthea will forever be my spirit animal)