#*closes grimore*

[dark-falz]

What do you think about the suggestion in PSO that the Profound Darkness and the Great Light are of the same substance? It's obvious by now the Mags are channeling angels of the Great Light when you use a Photon Blast, but Mags were made using D-Cells extracted from Dark Falz. The Great Light is "good" and the Profound Darkness is "evil" simply because the Great Light won their ancient battle. Whatever the ancient entity that split into the Great Light and Profound Darkness was, it was an undifferentiated creature of D-Cells

I'm so sorry in advance but you asked me to yap about what I love yapping about

TLDR; as above so below. This follows what Rico said; "there cannot be light without darkness, a pair exists-", So YES it makes complete sense to me! (numbers explanation at the end)

To elaborate; Magic/spiritualism has fascinated me since about the age of 10. I've read about many religions from wicca, buddhism, hinduism, kemeticism (where my beliefs landed) hermeticism (young me would have fallen into this), and general abrahamic (studied as an attemt to understand the Falz seal) and in this order, throughout the 20 or so years.

Hermeticism originated in hellenestic Egypt (prior known as Kemet, but known at the time as the Ptolemaic Kingdom and includes greece) and was founded by a greek/egyptian, Hermes Trismagistus. Two of the major philosophies that go into hermeticism are theurgy (uniting with the divine, which this theme continues into episode 3) and alchemy (fuck around and find out) The meddling with D-Cells with both Dr. Montague creating mags, and Dr. Osto creating bio-weapons -to me- is an example of alchemy, while Photon is an established science.

So back to as above so below and light/dark alongside Hermeticism, the translation by Issac Newton of the Emerald Tablet is as follows;

Tis true without lying, certain and most true. That which is below is like that which is above and that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracle of one only thing. And as all things have been and arose from one by the mediation of one: so all things have their birth from this one thing by adaptation. The Sun is its father, the moon its mother-

And there are so many examples of duality. Spiritually we have yin & yang, 7 sins and their virtues, scientifically we have magnets. There's a lot of spiritualism in single numbers, they vary slightly by religion but I'm just going to try to go over them as briefly as possible with some examples since really only 0 - 2 apply to your question. In spell writing, numbers 1-4 are most used because, like, 6 and 8 are considered "perfections" of 3 & 4.

0. is nothingness 1. is basically god. Beginnings. (Sun, Sunday) Root, to have. 2. duality but also repetition, the subconcious and beginning. (Moon, Monday) Sacral, to feel

3. idk what the most simple explanation of this is so here's some examples; Father, Son Holy spirit. Salt, Mercury, Sulfer (body, mind, spirit) Cardinal, fixed, mutable. Muut Ditts Poumn. (some words I have written are perfection, growth, multiplacation, production) (Mercury, Tuesday) Solar plexus, to act. 4. Order, foundation. (Fire, air, earth, water. Senses when counting smell and taste as one since they both function off the olfactory system) (Venus, Wednesday) Heart, to love. 5. Center. (Mars, Thursday) Throat, to express 6. Harmony, interaction, perfection. (Jupiter, Friday) 3rd eye, to see 7. Balance, stability. Deadly sins. Chakras. Days of the week (Saturn, Saturday) Crown, to know. 8. Rhythm, justice, infinity. 9. Man.

The third aspect of Hermeticm is astology and the signs on Falz seal still get me and I still do not have an explanation but I do still try to make sense of it. Still a WIP.

[impossible-rat-babies]

all of eyrie’s weapons are. very Important To Them

[the-mortuary-witch]

GRIMORE IDEAS

INTRODUCTION:

A book blessing.

Table of contents.

ABOUT ME:

Your current path.

Your personal beliefs.

Your spiritual journey.

Superstitions.

Past lives.

Favourite herbs/crystals/animals/etc.

Natal chart.

Craft name.

Astrology signs and their meanings.

Birthday correspondences (birth tarot card, birth stone, etc).

Goals.

SAFETY:

Fire safety.

What not to burn.

Toxic plants and oils (to humans, plants, and animals).

Crystals that shouldn’t be put… (in sunlight, in water, etc).

Things that shouldn’t be left in nature (glass, salt, etc).

Potion safety.

How to incorporate blood in spells.

Smoke safety.

Wound care.

Biohazards.

Spirit work safety guide.

CORE CONCEPTS:

Intention and how it works.

Directing energy.

Protection.

Banishing.

Cleansing.

Binding.

Charging.

Shielding.

Grounding.

Centering.

Visualization.

Consecration/blessing.

Warding.

Enchanting.

Manifestation.

Meditation.

What makes a spell work.

Basic spell structure.

What not to do in spells.

Disposing spell ingredients.

Revitalizing long term spells.

How to cast spells.

What to put in spells.

Spell mediums (jars, spoken, candle, and sigils).

Spell timing.

Potion bases.

Differentiating between magick and mundane.

Common terms.

Common symbols.

Intuition.

Elements.

Basic alchemy and symbols.

Ways to break spells.

Laws and philosophies.

CORRESPONDENCES:

Herbs and spices and their uses and/or properties.

Crystals and their uses and/or properties.

Colours.

Liquids and drinks.

Metals.

Salt and their properties.

Numbers.

Tarot cards and their meanings.

Elements.

Trees and woods.

Flowers.

Days.

Months.

Seasons.

Moon names, phases, and their meanings.

Zodiacs.

Planets.

Incense.

Teas.

Essential oils.

Directions.

Candle colours and their meanings.

Animals.

Symbology.

Bone correspondences.

Different types of water.

Common plants.

ENTITIES:

Deities you worship.

Pantheons.

Pantheons and deities closed to you.

Common offerings.

Epithets.

Mythos.

Family.

Worship vs work.

Prayers and prayer template.

Deity comms.

Devotional acts.

Angels.

Demons.

Ancestors.

Fae.

Familiars.

House, animal, plant, etc, spirits.

Folklore entities.

Spirit etiquette.

Graveyard etiquette.

Boundaries.

Communication guide and etiquette.

Spirit work safety guide.

How entities appear to you.

Circle casting.

Servitors.

Mythological creatures (dragons, gorgons, unicorns, etc).

UTILITY PAGES:

Gazing pages.

Sigil charging station.

Altar pages.

Intent pages.

Getaway pages.

Vision boards.

Dream pages.

Binding page.

Pendulum board.

Throwing bones page.

Divination pages.

Mirror gazing page.

Invocation pages.

Affirmation/manifestation pages.

Spirit board page.

OTHER PRACTICES:

Practices that are closed to you (Voodoo, Hoodoo, Santeria, Brujeria, Shamanism, Native practices).

Wicca and Wiccan paths.

Satanism, both theistic and non-theistic.

Deity/entity work.

Religious paths (Hellenism, Christianity, Kemeticism, etc).

Animism.

TYPES OF MAGICK:

Pop culture Paganism/magick.

Tech magick.

Chaos magick.

Green magick.

Lunar magick.

Solar magick.

Sea magick.

Kitchen magick.

Ceremonial magick.

Hedge magick

Death magick.

Gray magick.

Eclectic magick.

Elemental magick.

Fae magick.

Spirit magick.

Candle magick.

Crystal magick.

Herbalism.

Glamours.

Hexes.

Jinxes.

Curses.

Weather magick.

Astral magick.

Shadow work.

Energy work.

Sigils.

Runes.

Art magick.

Knot magick.

Music magick.

Blood magick.

Bath magic/rituals.

Affirmations.

DIVINATION:

Tarot cards.

Oracle cards.

Playing cards.

Card spreads.

Pendulum/how to use one.

Numerology.

Scrying.

Palmistry.

Tasseography.

Runes.

Shufflemancy

Dice.

Bibliomancy.

Carromancy.

Pyromancy.

Psychic abilities.

Astrology.

Auras.

Lenormand.

Sacred geometry.

Angel numbers.

Ornithomancy.

Aeromancy.

Aleuromancy.

Axinomancy.

Belomancy.

Hydromancy.

Lecanomancy.

Necromancy.

Oneiromancy.

Onomancy.

Oomancy.

Phyllomancy.

Psephomancy.

Rhabdomancy.

Xylomancy.

TOOLS:

Crystal grid.

Candle grid.

Charms.

Talismans.

Amulets.

Taglocks.

Wand.

Broom.

Athame.

Boline.

Cingulum.

Stang.

Bells.

Drums.

Staffs.

Chalices.

Cauldrons.

Witches ladder.

Poppets.

HOLIDAYS:

Imbolc.

Ostara.

Beltane.

Litha.

Lammas.

Mabon.

Samhain.

Yule.

How to celebrate the Sabbats.

Esbats.

Deity specific holidays.

Religious holidays (Christmas, Easter, Dionysia, etc).

Celestial events.

ALTARS:

Basics of altars.

Travel altars.

Deity altars.

Spirit altars.

Familiar altars.

Ancestor altars.

Self altars.

Working altars.

Sabbat altars.

SELF-CARE:

Burnout prevention.

Aromatherapy.

Stress management.

Coping mechanisms.

Meditation techniques.

THEORIES AND HISTORY:

Witchcraft history.

Paganism.

New age spirituality.

Cultural appropriation.

Thelema.

Conspiracy theories.

Cults.

Satanic Panic.

KJV.

Witches in history.

Cats in history.

Transphobia in witchcraft circles.

Queerness in witchcraft circles.

OTHER:

Recipes.

How to get herbs.

Foraging.

Drying herbs and flowers.

Chakras.

Reiki.

Witches alphabet.

Runic alphabet.

Guide to gardening

Your witch tips.

Resources.

Other tips.

List of spells.

Cryptids and their lore.

What is a liminal space?

How to start a dream diary. 

Recording/writing rituals.

Wheel of the Year. 

[jthedino12]

I SPECIFICALLY SAID NO SUMMONING DEMONS!!

the good omens fandom is so touch starved right now. sweetie. get off tumblr. go drink some water. go touch some grass. go read a book. wait no not that one. no stop. are you praying? no no Aziraphale will not hear you. no stop trying to summon a demon. Crowley will not appear in your room. you know what. just go to therapy.

[spotlightlowlife]

hella decent vs hella descent

The satan character is decent.

A judge and a reasonable one at that who it seems is well respected among his peers, all the sins but sadboy showed to his court, there was plenty of room to speak and this court session was abruptly held because of one little snitch (with a good case) so we get the impression that he is a stickler for rules and justice.

No idea how powerful he is but he showed us something that this series has been lacking which is a hierarchy. A stickler for the rules but clearly had some favouritism and affection for Stolas who sits high as royalty, was Stolas spared by satan or is there a known and accepted exception to the rules when it comes to royalty? That was left open.

Stolas's punishment, if it's committed to could actually something excellent for his characters growth, the opportunity to genuinely slum it and gain empathy and appreciation for what is a lifetime to the average person.

I like how the moment Stolas lost his position the general public would turn on him, again, finally establishing that these titles stand for something.

We're definitely not missing out on sadboy Lucifer over at the hangout hotel, he truly isn't needed.

Stella can love her daughter and loathe her husband who loathed her right back. No proof that's she's the incompetent parent. Nothing hard to understand here. The Octavia scene could have made Stella look more of a villain had this all been her plan but no, her brother pulls the strings.

Still, Stella remains interesting .

I appreciate that Mammon was tediously bored, unbothered and was looking forward to taking a break to eat, like many people forced to be at meetings, this further told us that these meetings are something that must be attended like it or not.

They really laid it on thick that nobody likes this guy and were so petty about it, reminding us that he's gross, fat, glutinous, stupid, unfocused, childlike and doesn't get that those who aren't snapping at him don't like him either.

Were we supposed to find a grownup playing with toys that ranged from fidgit to toddler an annoyance or amusing, since the whole direction of this character is that he's offputting and wrong in every way possible?

Mammon had no time for Stolas's song yet Stolas would approach him briefly and knock over his building blocks, is his lack of interest in 'emotional' song and dance another reason we should be disliking him, who didn't have a song to sing in his episode where he additionally broke the mould of 'no fun'?

Why does Bee have issue with him? Wasn't she a fun, dismissive and shallow, binge eating and drinking pushing party girl when we last saw her? Couldn't these two easily be close?

What exactly is ancient Ozzie's issue with ancient Mammon outside of the past 10 years with 30 something Fizz?

Bee and Ozzie being attached at the hip and practically sharing lines is so tacky. They're reduced to cheering on Blitzø despite their few exchanges with him, exchanges which involved unresolved critique, these two are truly the worst, they got worst, Ozzie heckled Blitzø on before he got neutered, but after neutering he knows that Stolas had been lending out his grimore, Blitzø no longer has Stolas's book but now has Ozzie's crystal, so he's unser his jurisdiction now, a deal Stolas and Ozzie made behind Blitzø's back, how about talking about that? Bee on the other hand got neutered during her introduction, when she all of a sudden saw Blitzø as a huge problem that was ruining her party and killing a vibe though we saw no NPC walking out, now she's arguing that he's harmless? We don't get much of them but the brief moments we do get just dump on their credibility further but hey, what matters is they're both dating on Blitzø and co. level so they're 'nice guys'.

Two sides of the same coin is what they are. Though their opening lines were to cape for Blitzø things soon turned to Bee sex shaming Mammon, yes Queen Bee, the prince gluttony who sat cringing at Mammon's gluttonous display, makes the sex remark. I repeat, coin, two sides.

Really gives more credence to critism of fat phobia and acephobia (because asexual means nobody wants you, it's just another word for incel) that I've seen, there may be room to throw neuro divergence ignorance in there too.

[milomelts]

Note: First post 😳😳😳 Sorry if this is bad yall i literally havent written for like 3 years and its proofread by me myself and I but inspired by Angel ep 2x9 angel goes undercover and you walking in on a meeting with demons

Pairing: Angel x Reader

Request: Nopee

Gender: Hopefully neutral 🤞 (lemme know if i fucked up)

Warnings: 18+, some biting and blood but nothing crazy just like vampires u know 🥴

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A yawn broke your daze as you glance over at Wesley turning the page to some demon grimore, hand covering his mouth as he glances at Cordy filing her nails instead of the papers in front of her. This awful torture had lasted all morning and well into the afternoon, research and books and files and guess what? Even more research!!

Groaning you slam your book closed, folding your arms on top of it and laying your head down on them as you mumble out a string of profanities and grievances to no one in particular.

“Got anything?” Wesley grumbles closing his own book and pushing it aside in favor of his now cold cup of tea.

“Just a headache,” you whine. You guys were trying to find out what powers were being held inside an amulet the demon of the week was wearing. It had given him enough strength to take out you, Gunn, and Wesley, he probably would have killed you all if Cordy didn’t have a vision leading Angel to drive by and pick you up. So now he was out scouting for the demons while the research led to dead end after dead end.

“I think I might go for a walk, maybe get us coffee,” you headed towards the doors grabbing your pager off the charging dock and shrugging on your jacket.

“Oo yes! Coffee sounds perfect!” Cordelia perked up, looking at Wesley who nodded in agreement. “Two mochas please!”

You move to open the front door when everyone’s pagers go off, glancing down you all read the message from Angel. It’s a location and the name of the amulet you’ve been searching for information on.

“We can finally focus our research! This is great, Cordelia can you-“ Wesley glances over at you looking at the pager and then meeting your eyes, he instantly knew. “Y/n don’t-“

You smile, running out the front door before he got the chance to tell you not to rush in head first. You were tired of the research, it was time to meet up with Angel.

By the time you reached the location it was nightfall. There was a hidden door in the alley between a nightclub and a liquor store, a brick wall amongst the cobblestone one, and when you knocked three times it slid open. Almost too easy.

As you walked through the door slide closed behind you and various half-burned candles were illuminating the staircase you descended. Looking around the small room you see 5 demons sitting around a table, one by one looking up at you.

Perhaps you had made a slight mistake.

“Look what we have here boys,” One of them begins to say, you glance over at them and see the amulet hanging around their neck. At least you were at the right place?

The demons all move to lunge at you, but before they get the chance the one sitting closest to you stands, chair shrieking as it scraps across the floor.

“This one’s mine,” He’s at your side before you can even blink. Angel. You open your mouth to say something but his eyes warn you not to as his face contorts into its vampiric appearance and he smiles, making a big show for the audience behind you. “Scream for us now.”

You feel his teeth before you even register them pricking into your neck, body paralyzed in fear as Angel moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue. Your eyes fill with tears as your body goes cold, the demons behind you grinning as they cheer him on, yet you can’t hear a sound. It’s almost pleasant to feel it all slip away, as Angel holds you in his arms, withdrawing his teeth as he gently guides you to the floor.

“Stay here, pretend to be dead please.” His voice is a stark contrast to the one he was putting on before as he turns back the demons.

Everything after is a haze, you remember seeing him tear the amulet from the first guy and putting it on himself, before turning to slay the rest of the demons. You can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, whispering apologies and sweet words as he carries you through the night back to the motel.

You wake up to a train passing by, the horn blaring you from the warm comfort of sleep into the cold of night. Your hand finds its way to your neck, gently gliding over the mark left by Angel’s teeth as your memories flood back to you. Sitting up, you quickly slid out of bed and down the hall, your hands gliding along the walls and wooden doors. You had to see him, see Angel.

213, 215, 217.

You twist the knob, finding the door unlocked as you open it. Angel is sitting in his chair in the corner, turning from looking at the window to you as you close the door behind you. You both go to speak at the same time, saying each other’s name, and he motions for you to go first.

“Angel, I-“ you don’t even know what to say. Thank you? It’s okay? I’m sorry?

“I know,” he moves from his spot by the window over to you, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you to sit with him on the foot of the bed.

His hand trails up to your neck, brushing his fingers along the marks, closing his eyes and leaning his head against yours.

“Do you wanna do it again,” your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance as he just looks at you mouth agape, eyes flitting between back and forth between yours. “I want you to, if you want to, but if you don’t I understand-“

His fangs cut you off as they sink into your neck again. That pleasurable pinch of teeth against skin as he laps at the blood that pools there. It’s more gentle this time, more angelic, he rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and pulls back after such a short taste.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, just the faintest whisper as his lips hover near yours. Cradling his face with your hand, your bring your thumb up to his lips swiping away the remains of your blood that stained the corners of his mouth.

It’s as if your on autopilot as he opens his mouth slightly to capture your thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucks and swirls his tongue around it. When you pull your thumb free, there’s just a brief moment where the world stops turning. The air is still and you can both hear your heartbeat. Once. Twice.

His lips are on yours as it skips the next beat, hands tugging at your sides as he pulls you to straddle him. You gasp at the sudden movement letting him take control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning as you entangle with one another. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as his kisses trail down your cheek and neck, bruising a path leading to his bite.

You both know it can’t go further, that it’s already gone too far, but neither can let go as he pulls you in to another intoxicating kiss. You rock your hips against him, feeling his hard on pressing against your sweet spot as you continue to roll your hips and moan into his mouth. He responds with the same urgency, hands tugging at your waist as he grinds up into you, soft moans escaping from his lips.

“Angel,” your voice is a broken whimper as you continue to press into him, trying to get as close as you possibly can. You feel his body shake and writhe the way yours does as you desperately grind against one another. “Please.”

Your not even sure what you’re asking for, but he takes it as an invitation to bite down on your neck once more and he pulls you down against him, rutting up into you as he openly moans and whines against your neck, desperately sucking and biting at whatever he can find. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair pulling his head back as you both see stars, lazily falling back onto the bed and panting against one another.

“You’re not gonna go all crazy town on me now right?” Although you’re mostly joking there’s a hint of concern lacing your words as you pull back gently to look Angel in the eyes.

“I guess since my dick stayed in my pants we’re good,” he pants out, smiling down at you before his face contorts into one of concern.

You sit up, hand pressed against his chest as he continues to stare at you, “What is it you’re scaring me.”

“I fear Cordy and Wesley might think the opposite.” He gestures to the small mirror on the desk across from his bed and you rush over to it, catching your reflection your eyes go wide at the state of your neck. It almost looks like a rabid dog attacked you the way it’s covered in bite marks and bruises, no amount of make up would be able to cover this up.

Turning back around to him you offer a small smile and bite at your lower lip trying to think of a solution before an idea pops into your head and your smile turns into a grin. “I hear turtle necks are in right now!”

[miraculously-quality-content]

What if Gabriel couldn't control Gimmi?

Idea that's been rattling in my head since the finale of season 5

"Tikki, Plagg, unite!"

He had done it! He had finally gotten both miraculous! Now, he could make his wish a reality!

As Gabriel thought this, Plagg and Tikki merged into one, forming the true form of Gimmi.

The massive purple kwami stared down at him, then spoke.

"We are Gimmi, the kwami of reality. What is it you require of us?"

Gabriel smirked. "I want my greatest desire to be granted." Gabriel bowed slightly. "With the cost of my life."

Next thing Gabriel knew, he felt extreme pain in his head. Worse than the effects of the Cataclysm.

"We decide the price of the wish, mortal!" Gimmi yelled, seemingly from all around him.

After catching his breath, Gabriel spoke.

"I summoned you! I control you!" Gabriel glared at Gimmi.

Gimmi gave an unimpressed stare back.

"You use our power, yes. But holding our miraculi does NOT give you the ability to say how they work." Gimmi rose so they were not eye level anymore. "The universe requires a balance. So, the price is something of equal value from you."

Gabriel glared at the Kwami. "The grimore-"

"The grimore says a kwami is summoned with a miraculous. And yet, we require 2 miraculi. So, clearly, we are the exception."

Gabriel wanted to say something, but he started going into a coughing fit.

"You may want to stop arguing, as you do not have much time left."

Gabriel pulled his hand back to see that Gimmi was right. It wouldn't be long before the Cataclysm took his life.

"Fine, what is the price for my wish?"

Gimmi raised a nonexistent eyebrow. "Be more specific, everyone has many desires."

Gabriel growled. "My greatest desire, of course!"

Gimmi tilted his head. "Which one? The real one, or the one you claim?"

Gabriel's confusion was visible. "What?"

"Your desire to win in all things, that is your truest desire."

"What? No! That's not-!"

"Lie all you want." Gimmi interrupted Gabriel's response. "But that is your greatest desire. It can be seen in your actions." Gimmi leaned down and got in Gabriel's face, causing him to step back.

"That is why you sent your son away for being unruly. That is why you didn't save Emilie when you had the Rabbit miraculous. That is why you get pleasure in defeating a child." Gimmi used one of their many hands to gesture to Marinette, who has been watching this all happen, while still frozen from Venom.

Gimmi then turned back to Gabriel. "So again, claim all you want that your greastest wish is for Emilie's return, but you and I know the truth."

Gabriel, throughout Gimmi's examination of his character, was silent. Then did his best to look imposing. The way he did when ever someone challenged him.

"Fine, but seeing as how I was able to summon you, I think we can agee I've already achieved that dream. So, another wish is in order."

Gimmi rose back to their full height.

"I wish for Emilie's return."

"We cannot do that for you."

Gabriel physically recoiled. "What!?!" Gabriel scowled at Gimmi. "Is this some kind of rebellion? Because-!"

"We are not rebelling. The problem with that wish, is you."

Gabriel, still furious. "Explain. Now."

"Even when we ignore the fact that the Emilie you think you know and the real person are different, you still do not have anything that would be equivalent."

"Of course I do! A life for a life! I offer my own for hers!"

"Those are not equivalent." Gimmi pointed at Gabriel. "The life must equal in your eyes. An eye for eye, a loved one for a loved one."

Gabriel sputtered as Gimmi rose again. "No loved ones? I have a son!"

Gimmi stared down at Gabriel with thinly veiled contempt. "The fact that you are even considering sacrificing him shows you do not love him the way you love Emilie."

Gabriel, unbothered by Gimmi's accusation, defends himself. "He's a sentimonster. Now that the Peacock is fixed, we can just make another. I'm sure Felix would agree to do so."

Gimmi closes all their eyes as they shake their head. "Do you hear yourself? How can you claim to love your son, when this is how you talk about him? Like he's a thing to throw him away when your whims desire?"

"We're a family! We-"

"We require the bond to be present. And that bond does not exist for you. Nor does anyone feel that way for you, for the matter."

Gabriel gave a bewildered look. "No one feels... again, I have a son, Adrien. He loves me. I'm his father."

Gimmi gave Gabriel a withering look. "There was a point when Adrien loved you. But in your haste to make sure you always win, even against your son, you snuffed out any and all affection he had for you."

Gimmi looks off into the distance. "Maybe in another life, one where you loved your son like you claim to, HE could have made the wish." Gimmi turns back to Gabriel. "And do what you originally intended when you summoned me. Sacrifice you to bring her back."

As Gimmi laid out the consequences of Gabriel's actions, he seethed. "Stop this stalling!"

Gabriel went into another coughing fit as Gimmi gave him a pitying look.

When stopped coughing, Gabriel continued. "There has to be for-"

"There is no way for to bring Emilie back for you"

Gimmi leaned their cheek on the back of their hand. "Nor can I give you eternal victory, as the only way to do so would be to grant your other desire."

Gabriel snarled, with a trail of ash going his face. "Then heal me of this!"

He gestured to the part of his body that was Cataclysmed.

Gimmi shook their head. "The price would either to give you an equally bad condition-"

"I want to be healed! Not obtain a new condition!"

"-or to give it to someone else you care for." Gimmi continued without pausing when Gabriel tried to interrupt them.

"But as we established, you have no one you care for. So again, we cannot do that either."

Gimmi stared down at Gabriel, as he finally realized what they were saying. "You can't mean..." Gabriel, for the first time in a long time, was feeling dread.

"Yes Gabriel," Gimmi leaned over him, "you have nothing to lose, and as such, nothing to gain."

[vaggietheangel]

Morningstar family headcannons

Lucifer gifted Lilith a necklace with an appel on it, when Liltih announced her pregnancy.

Charlie's earliest memory is walking downstairs past her bedtime and watching her parents dance. She would have gotten away with it if you didn't give her hiding place away by giggling.

Lucifer used to play hide and seek with Charlie and took it very seriously. Lilith found her husband hiding in a cupboard shushing her and gesturing for her to close it again.

Lucifer always played with Charlie as a child but rarely took care of her apart from that. He was not the one looking after her when she had a nightmare, or when she was sick. If anything he acted more like an older brother than a father.

Charlie was only allowed to be friends with other demon royalty as a child.

Lilith read fairy tales to Charlie every night.

Liltih would write many songs to sing for Charlie.

Charlie and Liltih have matching tattoos of a mother cat and kitten.

Lucifer and Charlie went as clowns almost every Halloween. They went as the Adamd family one year when Charlie was a teenager. Sinse she was in her goth phase Wednesday Adams was the only one she agreed on.

Charlie asked for a dog when she was little and Lucifer created the species of hellpups for her. (Different to hellhounds.)

Liltih taught Charlie all of the magic she knows.

Liltih rarely left Charlie with nannies. Espicaly when she was sick or had a nightmare, she was by her side. She only left her with a nanny when she was very busy.

Liltih used the grimore to take Charlie to earth during different historical events, as she knew how her daughter was fascinated with humanity.

Lilith would spend extermination day with Charlie in her bedroom with the curtains shut. She would distract her from the screams with her singing.

Charlie was embarrassed of how affectionate her parents were when she was a teen. So Lucifer would punish her by hitting on Liltih in front of her whenever she gave them attitude. Neither of her parents were the type to ground her.

Charlie wanted siblings but Liltih had a long and difficult pregnancy. So Razzel and Dazzel were created to keep her company.

Liltihs pet name for Charlie was "My little princess." While Lucifer calls her ducky.

[all-hail-blood-sheep]

I think Gem collects candles, she doesn't even light them because she doesn't want the wax to melt, they just add to the vibe, everything she gets is just to add to the vibe of "wizard in a tower" her grimore is full of doodles of her daughter and she pretends it's scientific, she bought a bunch of blank books just so that whenever a new ally enters her tower, she can close them dramatically without losing her page

Fwhip sees a candle and lights it bc fire and she whacks him with her staff

Next time she goes to the Grimlands she sets one of his aesthetic potion brewers alight so he has to replace the bottles

[wonderfullyinlovewithlife]

You were never going on that date

Kai Parker x Reader

SMUTT!!!!!!! 18+

Kai is horrible. It's happening outside in the dark. Low self-esteem. They're not together. She's just lonely and he makes use of that.

The forest behind your grandmother’s house smells like copper and pine and the kind of earth that never dries. The pine needles prick your knees through your jeans, and you think one might be breaking skin. You don’t move. You stay on your hands and knees, on all fours. The stars are a cold smear above you, and Kai is inside you, tugging your hair back like he wants to rip it out strand by strand. You wouldn’t stop him if he tried, which is nice, you think: you wonder if there’s something romantic in that.

He had said something about playing cards when he showed up. He had an old grimore in hand but no cards. You can’t help but feel stupid for believing him, even if it was for just half a second. He always lies when he wants something. You want to hate him for it but you’re no better.

Somewhere in the distance, a bug zapper flickers —  it’s one of the old ones your grandmother used to hang near the screen door. You still clean them, even though she’s no longer here to say well done, or thank you. It sounds like someone being electrocuted in miniature. But it’s a noise that brings comfort. You used to lay in her bed, next to her, towards the end, and listen to the bugs fry together.

You focus on that. You focus on the carpet you need to vacuum in her bedroom, even though she's dead now. Even though you never ever go in there. You focus on the steady buzz and snap. The sour, battery-sweet scent of it carried faintly through the trees.

You're not crying. You never cry during. But there’s a burning behind your eyes that you’re trying not to name. You think of the text from Matt you didn’t answer. He’s a good guy, I promise. And you feel like the worse person in the world. The guy he set you up with had a normal name. Jake, maybe. Josh. You knew him in high school — popular-adjacent. Always surrounded by laughter that wasn’t for you. 

“Thinking about your boyfriend?” Kai says, breath hot and mean against your neck. He drags his teeth over the place your pulse is weakest. “That’s cute.” He does it again, this time making sure it hurts.

You don’t answer. You’re counting his breaths instead. Each one ends with a grunt, low and pleased, like he’s really into this. Like he’s really into you. He sounds like a man starved. Enzo used to make jokes about how long Kai had probably used his hand. You want to think that’s not it. You want to think it’s because you feel good. Not that he’s a man starved for puss.

He starts going faster now, almost ready to burst. His pace brutal as he hits it from behind, but you’ve become very good at floating above it. You can feel the condensation in the air catch in your eyelashes. You can feel the fabric of your shirt tug where he’s yanked it up. You can feel him.

You just don’t want to.

His hand closes around your throat. Not enough to choke. Just to hold. Like a leash. You think of the cards he never brought. Of the dinner you weren’t going to attend. You imagine the guy — Jake or Josh or whoever — sitting at the bar at the Grill, nervously scanning the door. Maybe he forgot. Maybe he’d call to tell he couldn’t make it in any second now. You imagine Matt’s face when he finds out. That’s what makes your stomach twist. Not this. Not Kai. Not the way he slaps your ass hard enough to bruise and laughs when you jolt forward.

“You like this too much,” Kai says. It’s not a question. “I could fuck you anywhere, couldn’t I? Just bend you over and—”

You flinch, but you don’t stop him. You never do. That’s what he likes best about you. The quiet. The way you don’t fight. The way you let him say things like that and pretend he means it.

A toothpick is still in your pocket from the last time you were at the Grill. You roll it between your fingers, grounding yourself. You picture it pressed flat into your palm like a tiny cross. You wonder if it’s possible to believe in something just by holding it long enough. You're sure the pine needles on the floor have stained your jeans.

He finishes with a sharp sound and presses a kiss to your neck that feels worse than anything else. It’s wet. Pointless. Practiced. It burns a little, and when he sees you wipe his kiss away, he does it again and again and again until you don't bother anymore.

“You’re so lucky no one else wants you,” he tells you with a tenderness that makes him sound like he's so sure he's doing you a favour.

You stay on your knees a little longer, until your breath steadies. You say nothing to him as you pull your jeans back up. You wish your Grandmother were still here. You wish you still had somebody to play cards with.

Kai spits to the side. And you let yourself admit, in these moments, that there's something attractive to the way his dark hair sticks to his forehead after he's done with you. Covered in sweat and blushing. But only then. He asks if you've got something to eat inside and you mubble a yes.

You were never going to go on that date.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Red Sonja: Empire of the Damned #4 by Steve Niles and Alessandro Amoruso. Cover by Joshua Middleton. Variant covers by (2) Joseph Michael Linsner and (3) Celina. Out in July.

"As the She-Devil and her party close in on the dead city and its fabled treasure, disaster strikes when Luna goes missing. Lukas and Sonja don't trust Grimore — the old man who joined them on the road — as far as they can throw him, and his explanation for Luna's disappearance rings hollow. But in the absence of any hard evidence of malice, they decide to let him keep his head — a decision they may live (briefly) to regret!"

[cocosparkel]

Timinette January day 29 : Invisible string

Soulmate au

Green was the color of the grass Where I used to read at Centennial Park I used to think I would meet somebody there

Marinette sighed as she took out her notebook and started sketching.

She was frustrated at Adrien, her now ex-boyfriend.

Honestly, she was done with his 'high-road' bullshit. He was convinced they were soulmates, despite the fact that her bond had not manifested yet.

Closing her eyes, she wished she could just... leave. Dissapear.

She desperately wanted to meet her soulmate, but for now, she was stuck with Adrien.

A sudden stroke of inspiration took over her, a sudden desire to design a teal dress.

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Teal was the color of your shirt When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop You used to work at to make a little money

Tim sighed, as he sat down at the bench in centennial park. As a part of an undercover mission, he had to work at a yogurt shop. The teal shirt he had to wear was hideous, in his opinion. If only someone could redesign it...

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Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?

"Marinette !" Chloe cried, as Marinette was pulled across the sidewalk. She bumped into people, barely having time to appologise before she was being pulled again. The people gave her a sympathetic look, once they saw the glowing red thread tied to her little finger.

And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some

The pull finally stopped infront of a coffe shop. A boy who was about her age, who looked extremely tired, bumbed into her.

it was llike they had been struck by lightning. The red thread which connected them glowed brighter than before, before exploding into a shining dust.

Invisible string Tying you to me?

He boy slowly loked at her, a small smile on his face "Nice to meet you, soulmate."

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Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Marinette never cried infront of anyone ever since Hawkmoth appeared. But today was an exception. Lila had reached new lows, and had destroyed her diary, which had translations of the miraculous grimore.

Breaking down infront of Tim, she clung to him as if he was her life line.

Almost immediately, Tim mafe her feel better with just a few words - he had made a digital copy of the translations. He had been prepared, apparently.

Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think

As he comforted her and wiped away her tears, she couldnt help but wonder, how she was so lucky to have found him.

All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

"I cant believe how lucky I am, to have found you." Marinette said softly.

"We have the invisible string to thank for that, dont we ?" Tim said laughing.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Marinette said "Not just any invisible thread"

A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar

"This thread, it pulled me. From Adrien, to that coffee shop that day. If Adrien hadnt tried to kiss me, the bond may not have pulled me away." Marinette said, and Tim nodded.

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

"The thread gave me strength, and courage. At my darkest moment, i found solace in the fact that someone out there was waiting for me." Marinette said, leaning into Tim's embrace.

One single thread of gold tied me to you

"In the midst of all this, one single thread of gold tied me to you." Marinette said.

@maribat-calendar-events

[magixfairyix]

Zenothe

(Currently creating lore in my head for different universes/characters in Winx Club, so introducing the first out of three for Darcy's planet, that is not cannon but in my two fanfictions it is: Zenothe)

~Several Earth cultures have roots and influences from similar ones in the Magical Dimension, and the practice of modern-day witchcraft is one of them. In the year 58 A.D. (after the Great Dragon's descent onto the planet of Domino, therefore creating the Magic Dimension) several witches from Domino migrated to Earth to find peace, as at this time it was just found out that every witch had roots in a creature from Oscurita that had just been closed. Witches were also figuring out how to use their powers as no one knew how witch magic worked and that one must use negative emotions.

~When the Wizards of the Black Circle went to Tir Nan Og (all of the wizards were outcasted and wanted revenge on fairies) the witches left Earth, knowing that the fairies always hated them and that they didn't owe them anything.

~The witches then transported themselves to a dark planet that orbited Solaria's moon, which was uninhabited. It was dim most of the time and greyish, but still beautiful. It was completely empty and barren. One of the witches sacrificed her body for everyone else to perform a siphoning ritual that made plants begin to grow from her last life force and magic, and they have a holiday for this. (The Day of Life). The witch's name was Ruse, hence the Grimore of Ruse, where all the main laws of Zenothe are kept

~The original witches (originally from Domino) created a small altar with a dark flame, known as the lifeblood of Zenothe considering it has none as it was dead before they arrived. Domino's lifeblood is the Great Dragon, Solaria's in the three suns, etc.

~They began to build the towns there using the trees around the area and soon built a good place. Over the years to the current day, it hasn't changed much, but they've added some more technology to their lives.

~Eventually, word got out and witches who were also disliked went to Zenothe and soon the population grew. They practiced their traditions in peace and were sort of outcasted from the rest of the Magical Dimension, though trade deals are still substantial between Zenothe and Linfea.

~Zenothe is prosperous in ore, rare plants for potions and rituals, and animals for meat and whatnot (and... also rituals lol). Linfea is prosperous in plants, produce and plants that need a lot of sunlight but does not have any ore.

~Any faries or specialists who want to live there are welcome, but it is common courtesy across the Magical Dimension to respect the customs of the planets one visits. As long as you follow Zenothian customs---outlaid in the Grimore of Ruse.

~However, the Grimoire can be added to as long as it is negotiated with the citizens and the coven heads. You'll be fine and welcome if you come to Zenothe, but if you don't purposfully follow customs then expect glares. The same goes for other planets anyway

~(Population: 89% witches, 6% specialists/wizards, 5% faries)

~Grimore of Ruse: 15 Zenothian Customs, one created by each of the 15 witches that first arrived at Zenothe from Domino. But other witches came to Zenothe afterwards so no incest occurred. Also, someone from specific planets can request a Zenothian trail before the Coven Heads.

~The ones with this agreement are Linfea/Zenothe and are allowed to request trials from each other, but in the current day (after my story S.S.S. when the Shaman Witch is defeated and everyone relatively goes back to their lives) planets such as Solaria and Diamond are trying to form trade alliances.

~Solaria for rare plantlife that doesn't grow in the sun, and Diamond for the same reason and animals because they are rebuilding thier ecosystem after the fall of the Shaman Witch and while Icy is crown princess.

~Grimoire of Ruse:

(From Ruse) Always respect the resources the land gives you; the magic, the plants, the animals, and all natural resources.

2. Treat all with respect to matter the past, present, or future. (May exclude the below if the act was purposful with no sign of mental damage).

3. Those charged with acts of sexual assualt if purposful and void of mental damage will be magically and perminantly circumcised no matter the sex.

4. Welcome all to Zenothe as long as customs are followed, and one has the responsability to follow the customs of the plants they go to.

5. The people have the right to overthrow the Coven heads if they choose to ignore the wishes of the people/ignore the Grimore of Ruse and call for a re-election.

6. The people have the right to free speech, religion, and freedom of action as long as one does not abuse this right to make others feel unwelcome/un-respected (which most people do not abuse this right.)

7. No matter the act all are entitled to a trail in front of the Coven Heads (basically the main covens are the government and sub-covens can be invited/requested/can request to be a part of a trail) and the people of Zenothe.

8. If part of a designated coven one must uphold the values of said coven or else face warnings (one is entitled to three unexcused warnings) or expulsion from the coven for a maximum of two years.

9. Magea (faries, specialists, witches, wizards, undines, pixies, etc) sacrifices are illegal unless facing life or death circumstances and the act is voluntary. Creature (the word animal isn't used in the Magical Dimension) sacrifices are only legal if necessary and approved by Coven Cervus and all its members, as well as Coven Tempus. (More information about the covens is later on)

10. Complete eradication of any plant or animal species (if under one's own control) will have the individual face banishment from Zenothe for 50 consecutive years.

11. One can be a part of multiple covens, though only a maximum of two head covens/one head coven and two sub-covens. Freelance covens do not fall under this category, though freelance covens are able to name themselves as representatives should a trial occur.

12. One can gain Zenothian citizenship if in residency for two years, if five citizens of Zenothe can vouch for one's character, and if one swears to follow the Grimore of Ruse when residing in Zenothe for the Zenothian customs may not apply to other planets.

13. All are welcome upon passing (excluding those who had committed one of the unspeakable crimes under thier own control, these said crimes shown below) to have thier magical essence removed from thier body and siphoned over to a pendulum to hang from the Tree of Life all years past thier death; to non-sentiently give wisdom to the citizens of Zenothe.

14. The unspeakable crimes are as follows (if acted under one's own control of self and magic and sane train of thought): s$xual @ssault, eradication of any plant or animal species, murd$r, any sort of @buse

15. Those who had committed any of the unspeakable crimes under thier own control and sane train of thought will have thier Zenothian citizenship permanently removed and may face additional charges as decided by the Head Covens and the citizens of Zenothe.

~Zenothe, like a lot of the Magical Dimension, does not unnecessarily gender things. Even Solaria or Erakleon does not require male royalty to wear suits and female royalty to wear dresses and gowns. More so only during large celebrations out of traditions for those two planets. But Domino and Diamond says fuck it. Let the queens wear suits and let's get Oritel in a dress.

~If things are like that on other planets it is because of tradition and not because of outright hate. Such as not wanting a prince to marry another prince as the bloodline must continue. But honestly, most planets will accept two princes marrying each other if they find a doner of a royal lineage. Erakleon and Andros are more strict on that and less lenient because of tradition, but some people are just assholes it's not a planet-wide hate thing.

~As Zenothe runs on an electoral democracy (different powerful coven heads are elected and nominations for others can occur) monarchy and lineage means fuck all. Powerful witches with powerful lineages are still respected, but they have a belief that power can always be developed and that everyone is valued. 

~There are five primary covens that oversee different aspects, and the coven heads receive applications for the covens and normally open any who are dedicated to putting the work into it.

Coven Viridis: Oversees the plant life of Zenothe and makes sure that no plant species are overused. Consists primarily of nature magea (mainly plant element, air element, ground element, along those lines)

2. Coven Cervus: Oversees the animal life of Zenothe, sets protections, healthy and ethical hunting. (Magea can be vegan, vegetarian, et cetera but just respect all. As long as you respect where the meat comes from). A sub-section of Coven Cervus is the Protectors (Darcy joins them later on after the events of S.S.S.) who research wildlife, new species, and dangerous species, and also stop them from getting too close to the several main settlements.

3. Coven Societas: Oversees meetings between covens/disputes that concern economics or societal structure. Makes sure the currency/pay rate is going well, watches over supply and demand and intervenes if needed.

4. Coven Homines: Oversees Coven Council meetings, Coven Head elections, how well the covens are functioning, school systems, and social programs. People stuff. Also suggestions to the Grimoire of Ruse along with the last coven.

5. Coven Tempus: Oversees the traditions/customs/events of Zenothe. Reads over the Grimore of Ruse, and suggestions to it but they can only happen if agreed by all five of the Covens and the people of Zenothe.

~One can be a part of a primary coven (or multiple but it's like a full-time job so it's not recommended, and yes, you get paid) and be part of a sub coven. Primary covens are funded by Coven Societas. Sub-covens are not named typically and are funded by grants from Coven Societas and donations, also pay a good amount but just a bit less.

~Zenothian Corpus Os (body bone, as until the trade deal with Linfea started they used bones from animals as currency) is the currency. They still use the name even though they use Linfean currency: Diya, small compressed coin-like disks of compressed plant waste/fossilized wood/other. 

~The exchange rate between Diya/Corpus Os to Earth dollars is 5 U.S. dollars for every 1 Diya/Corpus Os. It has more value than the typical dollar and one can go to Coven Societas to cut some of thier Corpus Os in halves/quarters for smaller purchases.

~Primary Coven wage: 24 Corpus Os per day of satisfactory work. 9 am to 5 pm is one day of work, and one can request extra work/overtime. (Deemed satisfactory by the observer, with one in each group working within the coven.)

~Sub-Coven wage: 15 Corpus Os per day of satisfactory work. 10 am to 3 pm is one day of work, and one can request extra work/overtime up to two extra hours otherwise the sub-coven hours become primary coven hours, which have to be observed by one of the primary covens. Usually for those with two incomes/with children, which is why two combined is more than the primary coven wage because children do be expensive.

~Normal job wage: 21 Corpus Os per day (9 am to 5 pm) or 12 Corpus Os per day (10am to 3pm). It is not as organized and one can self-direct more, so it normally includes less work in a lot of cases. Normal jobs are not that common

~Since witches were too busy trying to find somewhere where they were not hated gender also means fuck all. Concepts of boys, girls, man, woman, not either, et cetera, and whatnot still exist in Zenothe but they're more of a term to express oneself instead of assigning a gender based on sex. Also, with sexual orientation people have preferences and typically you don't need a word for them, but honestly, you can have a word for it (migration between planets brings new words woohoo) or not and either way people will love you.

~Just depends on whether you want a label or not.

(Zenothe is top tier we love it.)

~So if you take someone from Zenothe, bring them to Earth, and someone rudely tells them girls must wear dresses (and that French genders literal ice cream as masculine) they'll generally be like "Why wtf?" and debunk every possible argument.

(More information regarding Zenothe and my headcanons for Winx Club hopefully will come soon)

(Genually I spent too long on this but eheh)

[rat-rosemary]

"Dream?"

Dream startles, looking up from the heavy grimore he was pouring over

"Quackity! Hi, how can I help?"

He hadn't noticed Quackity entering the room, not even with the heavy creaky door and their soul bond tugging on his chest. Really, Dream had been so distracted lately, falling into one of those research rabbit holes that seem to demand all his focus. If Sapnap had seen it he would chide Dream for not focusing enough on his environment and leaving himself vulnerable to attack, being the worrier he is.

"Hi," Quackity smiles back, but there's a weary weight under his eyes as he does, "you promised me you would take a break in a little bit, remember?"

"Oh! Yeah sorry," Dream chirps, but he sends a wishfull look at the grimore still open on his desk, "...but it's been so little time since then hasn't it? I'm about to end this chapter. When did you check on me, like half an hour ago?"

Just by the look in Quackity's face Dream knows he got the time wrong, but it really doesn't feel like much time has passed. Maybe he was just focused and didn't notice? But it couldn't have been more then a hour or so ago, at max two hours.

"Last time I checked on you was a week ago Dream"

Oh

"Oh."

"Yeah"

The two of them stare at each other from across the room for a moment before Quackity breaks the silence.

"Please take a break with me"

"Yeah I-" Dream closes the grimore, pushing it aside and going over to Quackity, "I'll take a break. Sorry"

Quackity sighs, sending Dream another weary smile and taking his hand in his

"It's okay. I got us lunch, are you hungry?" He asks as they leave Dream's office and walk to one of the royal gardens

Dream isn't, but he nods anyway, not wanting to make Quackity even more worried

The garden is more overgrown then Dream remembers, but its still as beautiful as ever and Quackity finds a comfortable spot for them to sit and enjoy it's view

They talk, eating the simple sandwiches and soup Quackity brought for them both. Dream asks about how Quackity's business has been going and he cheerfully tells him about how he expanded his (deeply illegal) merchant empire to another kingdom, and all of the people he met recently

It's good. Dream forgets sometimes, that this is what he loves the most, this is what he fights and studies and bleeds for. Simple moments with the people he cares about, talking about nothing that matters and enjoying each other companies.

Dream's eyes drift over the scenery, enjoying the pleasantly warm weather as Quackity rambles on about one tale or another

Dream forgets...

...

There's apples in a tree nearby. His last memory of the outside has glancing out a window and seeing a snow storm while he waited for Sapnap to finish getting ready to bed.

...

"We're not quite here anymore, are we?"

Dream says, interrupting Quackity's tale about the weirdest human he had ever met.

When Dream tears his eyes from the apple tree after too many moments of silence, Quackity is looking at him with nothing but grief in his eyes

"... no. You're not"

"How are George and Sapnap doing? Are they also?"

Maybe there's time for them to heal this. Dream might be losing himself but maybe the others can still-

Quackity shakes his head, knowing exactly what Dream was thinking

"I managed to make George drink some tea last week, just before I went to check on you, but he's pretty lost in it. Sapnap goes outside more, but I need to remind him to wash off the blood and rest, or else he will just fight non stop."

"What about you and Karl?" Dream asks, desperation bleeding into his tone. The two of them never messed with magic as much as Dream George and Sapnap, so they should be fine, right?

... no. Not by the look in Quackity's face, not by the dread pulsing from his heart

"I can feel myself slipping. I'm only better off because I work with mortals so much, and they will not let me forget the time," Quackity sighs, "but Karl..."

"It's bad Dream, really bad. I think he went looking for a solution for you three, but whatever he found and whatever he's done he's just not the same anymore. He comes back with weird clothes, sometimes talking in languages I've never heard. He keeps having odd reactions, flinching at silences and reaching for things that aren't there."

Quackity's lips twitch and Dram watches in as tears bead on his human eye.

"I can barely feel his heart anymore and his memory is failing. I've been trying to help him, but I can't do it Dream. He's slipping though my fingers and I can't- I can't help him I can't help you- I'm so sorry- I can't do it alone please-"

Dream pulls Quackity into his arms as he starts sobbing, whispering a thousand apologies for leaving his canary to carry all their burdens for so long without noticing

Dream is not sure how long hey stay there, (clearly, now he's even worse then before at telling the time) but by the time Dream dares move Quackity has cried himself to sleep, and the sun is much lower in the sky.

He tugs at their bond, feeling Quackity's soul tug back at him quick and alert even as his owner sleeps (what's wrong what's happening are you okay-) George's and Sapnap's react lethargicaly, and Dream tugs harder, hoping it will be enough to snap them into lucidity, if only for a moment.

Karl's... Karl feels so far away, like there's s ravine of space between then, where they used to be side by side. Dream can barely feel his phantom breathing along his, and for the first time in (moths? years? decades? ... centuries?) Dream feels his heart freeze with fear

Oh gods. What happen to them

Reminder that the #Rat's shame corner tag is a tag so that you can easily block any discussion of ships like this and silent duo :]

(It is also a lh joke at myself don't worry about he shame thing)

And!!! Any questions you have are very welcome and make me very happy :D

[jackalgirl]

More general Avowed babbling

I was looking at some articles about Avowed gameplay and came across the inevitable "tier ranking" of classes. But the thing that these articles seemed to miss (imo, ymmv) is that in the game, you're not locked to a class. You can assign abilities in any abilities you want. In the Ranger class, you have what is essentially tactical time dilation (TTD was a feature of The Outer Worlds) and sniping skills/bonuses. Which, depending on your style, might be pretty S-tier for you, especially in combination with skills from other classes.

Some spoilers below the cut:

Alarik is has some of the health-boosting stats from Fighter, TTD and sniper-specific abilities from Ranger, and a bunch of skills in Wizard (mostly skills in spells and grimores). He will unleash "Pull of Eora" on enemies, which causes them to gracefully float up into the sky, and then shoot them at range with his arquebus, which is currently Heavenstrike, made of starmetal, which I don't thing really classifies as an arquebus per se because Forgemaster Dela specifically mentioned "rifling".

My lad was pretty devoted to his bow and arrows, and Kai tried for ages to convince him to make the switch to a longarm (he's been using a pistol since the beginning: grimore in one hand, handcannon in the other). Bless his (Alarik's) heart, he did try, but just found it unwieldy; he'd still practice with Kai during downtimes. But it wasn't until he got to Solace that he became a convert.

Me: being able to do a critical hit doing more than four thousand points of damage is pretty persuasive.

The quest to clear the water in Galawain's Tusks was interesting. Woedica was trying to tell Alarik that Sapadal was the one who poisoned the water and Sapadal was freaking out about it.

Alarik knows that Sapadal has lashed out in fear before, but also knows from the various conversations he's overheard from the totems that what Woedica is telling him is a lie. This is born out when, after he removes Woedica's connection to the busted maegfolc, the water clears. This shows him that it was Woedica's doing.

I'm pretty sure I'm getting close to the endgame, and I'm also pretty sure that it'll be like The Outer Worlds, in which your travel to The Garden is like going to Tartarus: no going back. I'm curious to see how our choices have impacted what happens to us there.

(Don't reply to me with any spoilers, please!)

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WHOS EXCITED FOR THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL CAUSE I SURE AM- THE TRAILER WAS AMAZING /pos /srs

We’ve all seen the logo correct? Now look close at the backround. There are a few alcamy symbols in the back, such as: Mercury. Some of the symbols have specific meanings, mercury basically means the intellect, imagination, moral judgment, and the higher mental faculties. So possibly it might have to do with items in mentality and pyscology: im gonna look in my grimore again but im so genuinly happy and excited