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In Which The Mun Says Thanks

 Hey everyone! I had a LOT of fun on this blog, like, ya’ll have NO IDEA HOW MUCH FUN! And I had a lot of new friends who I love and Cherish like crazy! But the semester starting up in September, and though I still love and relate to Chise on such a high level, and am keeping up with the manga, I do not believe I’ll RP’ing her for awhile.

Atleast, not until the manga gets further ahead, and on not tumblr currently either.

I’ll hoard the url and probably remake this blog much later in the future though! When I have further made progress in my mental and emotional evolution, and have refined my skillsa bit more.

I love you all who stood by me with these on and off episodes  ❤️ ❤️ And to my small discord chatroom with Vik, Jen, and the whole of you there  ❤️ ❤️

I may do private RP’s on discord, but I dunno yet.

So until next time, catch me at my main @snaccslut or my Magus Bride side-blog @redslayvega

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Alice had noticed Chise’s petite form hunched over the table, mumbling a wave of words she couldn’t quite make out down at the pages of a notebook.  It hadn’t taken her long to differentiate all the little noises Chise was capable of making; she knew which ones were of enjoyment, which ones were of annoyance, and which ones were from downright anger. The mumbles she heard were soft and almost incoherent, a perfect opening for an opportunity.

Whatever the studious mage was working on she was able to smell the sweet fragrance on her skin as she pressed a kiss to the sweet spot upon the back of her neck. But a quick break wasn’t too much to ask. Eyes catching as Chise peeked over her shoulder Alice simply pressed another kiss to the same spot, hands coming to rest lightly on upper arms.

“It looked like you could use some encouragement,” she said, lips forming into a knowing smile.

       ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~ Ah, another soft kiss, another warm flush through her veins, && cold shiver down her spine. Oh, then long, nimble, calloused fingers (skill in hand to hand combat && dirty work) holding her so gently. It was without a second thought that Chise’s body loosened -- leaning into Alice’s body && forgetting all about her book. So much for encouragement, rather more of a tempting offer to take a moment’s rest; and to be honest, the redhead knew her mental health could use it after all those hours hunched over the tome.

Once more her body does as it pleases without her realizing it && red locks cascade over the mage’s right shoulder, revealing the expanse of her neck. 

❝ At this point, if you were here to kidnap me, I would not complain. Reading Latin is an eyesore. ❞

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“Hmm,” His jaw closed again with a soft clacking sound when his teeth met one another. “Perhaps, but I am thinking more of a manual purification. Overall these years, the air is often filled with rather nasty particles. I have had many-a-potion ruined because of this.” It was quite annoying, actually. To have put hours, if not days of work into one thing or another only for it to be utterly useless.

“There is an old still behind the house that still works rather well.” Large, gloved hands pick up and take the remaining jars from the counter, with two in one hand and only one in the other. With the jars clinking together ever so softly, Elias glances outside one of the kitchen windows. “We should hurry, the storm is almost on top of us already.”

       ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~ a still? Her eyes follow her mentor’s gaze && understands what he means. With confused eyes, very much like a lost puppy, she waits for him to lead && follows closely behind his oxfords. When she spots what is assumed the ‘still’ Chise realizes she had always seen it, but never questioned it since she had not the smallest idea of what it was.

Green looks up into red. ❝ I never understood what this was, but I guess it’s for...purifying? ❞

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Coin Correspondences

I’ve been experiencing magickal things with coins lately, and there’s nothing I could find on the internet about what they mean so here ya go. 

You can flip certain coins to divine the future about certain things, or for a yes or no question, or you can interpret meaning from coins you find randomly.

Note: This is about coins used in the United States. Sorry I don’t know anything about currency correspondences in other countries.

When you find/flip a coin:If it’s heads up, it represents something good about what the coin represents, and means yes if you asked a question. If it’s tails-up, its represents the opposite. If there are other coins around it, look at the placement. I recently found a penny with three larger coins around it and discerned that it was the Morrigan trying to show herself to me. (There were other signs of this, but that’s off topic)

Here’s a list of what certain coins represent and correspond with magickally:

Pennies- The self (you), mortality, physical things.

Nickels- Youth, innocence, potential, magick, the feminine.

Dimes- Other people, outside influences, things not directly related to you, the masculine.

Quarters- Higher powers, things out of your control, events.

Half-dollars- Something you aren’t familiar with/don’t expect, the universe/multiverse, Source/God/the All.

Anyways I hope this helped you in some way, remember this is just from my experience, follow whetever your intuition tells you :P

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Foggy Forest Mornings by Niilo Isotalo 

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420th Icon !! BLAZE IT

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Red eyes watched her movements carefully, as they always did with just about anyone. With his large head nodding once, Elias turned to face the hallway. “Good thinking, Chise. Pure rainwater can be very useful in a great many potions. Though,” His jaws parted slightly, a sign of irritation. “Even this far from the city, it can be less than favorable.”

The things head tilts to one side so that he can look down at her again. “We should be sure to do something about that before using any of it.” 

       ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~ Nodding, she keeps a reasonable distance of a few inches away so his towering figure does not trample her; he is always careful with her, but Chise knows how small she is even compared to another human. They can not simply use any kind of water for clientele requests, perhaps for her personal use, but surely not for paid work.

❝ Which way should we do it? Leave it under the full moon? ❞

There are already five mason jars on the kitchen table when they enter. The Silver One is always a step ahead of it, per usual. The young magus grabs two, leaving the other three to Elias whose palms who can take the extra jar with a carefulness she knowingly lacks.

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                                                     ’ would anyone miss me…? ‘

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Hi, my name’s Chise Hatori, I’m 17 years old, and I never learned how to socially interact with other people

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The Moon by Todd Jaquith

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       ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~ Yes, turning her head to glance outside the window only further proved what they both knew. The clouds had been white that morning, but grey was bleeding in from the horizon && the cackle of lightning could be faintly heard as it illuminated the sky. It would arrive tonight at the latest, perfect for catching rain water.

Turning her head back to her mentor, Chise also stood.  ❝ Let’s go get some jars from the kitchen and set them outside before it hits us. ❞

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“I am simply pleased to see you have made it back safely.” There’s a huff of hot breath from the large hole where an actual snout should be when she brushes her cheek against it. “There is a storm blowing in, after all.”

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Nudges the side of her head with his snout.

       ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~  ❝ Is there something you need? ❞ She turns her chin up so her cheek caresses over his snout && his pupils are in her view.

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ACT: THINK ABOUT DAD

Frisk drew a straight line on the left side of their mother like a wall. However, Frisk pinched their chin between their fingers and a light bulb practically illuminated the humans from a grand idea as Frisk worked on drawing a house around Toriel. Four corners topped off with a triangular roof made a suitable looking house for Frisk. Frisk made sure to make it big, and actually ended up erasing a few lines to make sure it was large enough. 

Asgore was similar in looks but they added a big fluffy beard and drew in small flowers in the wild locks of hair. Paying careful attention to his horns Frisk made sure that the curve looked correct. Large fangs poked out from his smiling mouth and he too was surrounded by a much smaller house but they drew a fair number of flowers around it. 

Dad, was written beneath him and his house. Fingers spread out in a familiar fashion but Frisk touched the top of their forehead with their thumb and tapped it once, “Dad.”

Of course there was another father figure in Frisk’s life for better or for worse. A pair of skulls were drawn next to Toriel but the one closest to her was round and smiling mischievously. Frisk drew a heart between the monstress and skull. 

       ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~ Oh, now she understood -- not an uncommon situation even for Japan. It looked as though they were happy at least, && the child’s father was like their mother; he even looked kind with flowers all around. The addition of two skulls, plus what seemed to convey a closer relationship between one of them && the mother made it clear that they were all a family no less. That was what mattered in the end, Chise knew so from experience. With slow movements (careful not to mess up signs), she articulates each movement of letter to sign out “They look nice”

Reaching a hand behind her back so it would not appear funny when her arm disappeared into the holding space, the redhead produced her staff to carefully grasp towards it’s head. Using the wooden bird’s beak as a drawing tool, Chise begins to try her hand at drawing a canine’s skull. Each squiggly line connected into a fairly decent looking portrait of a frontward-downward view with the eye-sockets darkened && pupils left dirt colored, but  Elias’s horned featured came out the best --in her opinion anyways. Between his horns she wrote “Husband” in English, then once more on top in Kanji.

Finally Chise placed her staff on the floor, made a ‘C’ shape with her left hand, && then arched it from the crown of her head, to finally clasp it down in her right hand to hold both together in a tight, matrimonial, lock. She did it once more to make sure that even if she had somehow messed it up, the point could get it across.

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phew this was only supposed to be five pages, but like comics always do it needed more room for pacing. :)

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witchy affirmations

❥ not all my spells will succeed, but each one will teach me something new

❥ i do not need to know everything at once, witchcraft is a journey and there is no flaw in learning at my own pace

❥ other’s crafts don’t have to make me feel inadequate or not witchy enough, rather i can find inspiration in them

❥ every day i learn more and have more faith in my abilities

❥ my craft is a part of me and i will treat it gently

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ACT: SHOW

The STICK in their hold almost felt like an extension of their hand. They normally picked up STICKS while walking or exploring through the forest to push away the brush or to draw little designs in the dirt. 

With a swift circular motion they made a large head with a smile. Horns protruded from the top and the floppy ears were a little lopsided but all in all it was a pretty accurate drawing if anyone were to ask them!

Their mother had become their favorite subject. She was sunny and enjoyable to doodle and any time they brought back a picture of her she’d always smile. Adding in her fangs they drew out the English word and then made the sign with their free hand. 

Fingers spread out and they tapped their thumb against their chin, “Mom.”

         ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ ~  The image in the dirt certainly piqued Chise’s curiosity. Thinking it some sort of monster in the beginning, she was expecting the child to admit to being haunted by some sort of boogieman under their bed. When the fangs were drew in though, the young mage almost mistook it for a loose image of Elias -- only for a brief few seconds though!

So when the words were spelled out with the stick like it had been a dozen times, Chise had to read it thrice over to make sure she had translated it right. And when Frisk turned to her with hands near their chin, the redhead mimicked it; since their first meeting she had been practicing her sign language with videos online. Continuing the sign while looking back at the drawing, she could see that the creature was displaying a smiling face, and the general feel of the dirt paths were....happy.

With slow fingers (she was still clumsy and unsure) Chise both verbally and physically asked: ❝ I see....and what about you dad? ❞ Because if their mother was this creature, then was their dad too? It was safe to presume the child perhaps being taken in -- much like herself -- but she was still curious.