#Moon Glyph

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Planets - Symbols

Welcome to planets - symbols. This is a quick in-depth session on the planetary system of what they mean, and why they are shaped the way they are.

The symbols for planets are used outside of astrology as well as identification markers to know where the planets are in star maps, so there's a lot that goes into the symbols of planets. Let's get into it and take a look.

Sun

To begin with we have our sun. This is represented by an outer circle with a dot in the center. The center represent the individual, with the outer circle radiating that inner person out. It's one of the base symbols that appears throughout the other glyphs, a representation of the sun throughout them, and in turn ourselves. In traditional astrology it represents a masculine energy.

The Sun rules Leo.

Moon

The glyph of the moon is a half circle crescent, and is reminiscent of a waxing moon. The half circle having two points on it can symbolize the duality of the moon. How it waxes and wanes with our emotions, and you can evolve those over time. This is another symbol that appears throughout the other glyphs and shows how the need for evolved thought and duplicity in matters.

The Moon rules Cancer.

Rising

Rising is interesting in that it doesn't have a real symbol and it's not a planet. However, it is a significant part of a natal chart. It is an Asc. for ascendant. Rising signs are sometimes called the ascendant, and rising is the modern way of saying it. Some people will also use an arrow pointing up. This is just a very quick reference to where the rising sign is, and giving a quick flash to it.

Mercury

Mercury's glyph is really fun. It has a lot of symbolism within it. Not only does it have the circle of the sun, but it has the moon crescent, and the cross of matter. This how we take the information from the sun, the vitality our life- and process it through our emotions. Then finally we bring that over to the material world through the cross of matter with Mercury. This is the first time we see the cross of matter throughout the glyphs and it represents our connection with the material world.

Mercury rules Gemini and Virgo.

Venus

Venus is another fun little glyph as well. You may notice that this is the symbol for feminine or woman as well. Which helps to show what the planet itself symbolizes. The softer, sensual side of love. We have the circle of vitality and the matter of cross here as well. Without the duality of emotions evolving our thoughts in love, Venu's allows us that connection to the material world without having to fully process. It's about giving our partner, and the people surrounding a full view of ourselves and welcoming that into the fullest.

Venus rules Libra and Taurus.

Mars

Mars' glyph is different in that the circle of vitality is lower than the cross of matter we see. This cross is also different in the way that it is an arrow versus a legitimate cross. This is a clear example of how we are held down by passions and desires. This further proves how we may not feel fully like ourselves until those passions and desires are achieved. It's the first time that the arrows of ambition make an appearance, and show the desire for achievement and drive.

Mars rules Aries, and traditionally Scorpio.

Jupiter

The glyph representing Jupiter is certainly an interesting one in that it resembles a four. When looking to the side you can see the symbol of the moon (crescent) once again showing the evolution of though, on the side of the cross of matter. This helps us to understand Jupiter's intent. This is the growth and full understanding of the material world around us, and how we can learn from it.

Jupiter rules Sagittarius, and traditionally ruled Pisces.

Saturn

Saturn's glyph is reminiscent of Jupiter's glyph. The main difference being the crescent is below the cross of matter instead of along side it. Showing how the material world can rule over the evolution of the mind. Which is Saturn's role to play in the grand scheme of things. It shows the thoughts and rules played out by society, and how that can impact our learning and growth. It's up to us as an individual to learn how we work through the restraints.

Saturn rules Capricorn, and traditionally Aquarius.

Uranus

Here you can see two crescents, the circle of vitality, and the circle of vitality. So let's get into the glyph of Uranus. First, with the cross over the symbol of vitality it's reminiscent of Mars in that you may not be able to feel fully achieved without the acception of the matter surrounding you. However with the crescents being present in both sides of the cross of matter it shows the need for reciprocity between internal thoughts on the world, and the worlds thoughts on the material surrounding them. Uranus is the sign of rebellion. So the matter of the evolution of thought between the individual and the world is what brings vitality to this glyph.

Uranus rules Aquarius.

Neptune

Neptune's glyph is clearly a trident. However, taking a closer look tere is the crescent, the cross of matter, and three arrows of action. When taking in the cross of matter it is located at the bottom of the glyph, meaning the values of this planet are below the material plane of the world, with the crescent of evolved thinking crossed through it, it shows that to get to these higher pursuits it takes an evolved mind of thinking. Finally, with the three arrows it shows how the lines of thought and material can be pursued to greater achievements of the mind. Neptune being about the creative passions and pursuits, helps to break down this glyph nicely.

Neptune rules Pisces.

Pluto

Finally, our last planet (in my heart always) is Pluto. Pluto is unique in that it has two glyphs. The original being a PL for Pluto and the Lowell Observatory where it was discovered. The other glyph is more reminiscent of what we have been looking at. This one has the circle of vitality floating above the crescent which is connected to the cross of matter. With the layout of this glyph we see how our sense of self is separated from a deeper and transformative view of the material world. Pluto is a dark planet that focuses on the deeper urges of the human psyche. It focuses on how we need to separate our thoughts and our sense of self to get the full picture of how we can change to engage with that evolved line of thought.

Pluto is ruled by Scorpio

Wrap-Up: Planets - Symbols

Here you have it, the different glyphs of the planets (plus Rising). It is a lot of information condensed down into a single point, but necessary nonetheless. As it helps to fully understand the planets as you apply the different astrological signs through them, and how they can impact that energy carried by the signs.

Stay groovy, and I'll see you on the flip,

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lenormand cards: key phrases and an example of a card combo (part 3)

this is just a beginners guide to the lenormand. these are key phrases that come to mind when i think of the cards - NOT how they should be directly applied. they needs to be thought about situationally - the card / when it is in specific combos can change or alter its meaning in a reading.

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ring: unity, attachment, alliance, marriage, vow, affections, commitment, engagement, agreements, promises, partnerships, mergers, valuable objects, jewelry, completion, solution, full circle, etc.

ring + cross = joint suffering, spartacus energy, feeling burdened by your commitments, relationship trials, bad karma, being "cursed", being humiliated by your partner, disappointed by your partner, etc.

book: curiosity, knowledge, education, wisdom, intelligence, hidden things, mysteries, secrecy, information, facts, data, learning, education, projects, cases, assignments, audits, research, monetary accounts, research, exams, school, esoteric studies, discoveries, breakthroughs, confidential information, books, journals, files, deck of cards, etc.

book + ring = marriage license, wedding planner, knowledge about prenuptial agreements, combined assets in a partnership, a finished project, final exam, etc.

letter: news, messages, information, notes, memos, documents, reports, written correspondence, awards, certificates, licenses, credentials, diplomas, records, permits, authorizations, warrants, liens, titles, contacts, advertisements, flyers, brochures, junk mail, invitations, announcements, cards, posters, etc

letter + book = lecture notes, hidden messages, literary analysis, awards for intellect, learning permit for driving, etc.

man: brother, lover, father, spouse, fiancé, etc.

man + letter = a guy with news, a message from a man, doctor, educated man, famous man, etc.

woman: sister, lover, mother, friend, spouse, fiancée, etc.

woman + man = siblings, twins, couple, etc.

lilies: royalty, honor, nobility, purity, innocence, knowledge, respect, wisdom, maturity, happiness, protection, pregnancy, aging, peace, slow down, etc.

lilies + woman = queen, maid of honor, a nun, baby girl, a virgin, woman teacher/professor, grandmother, mother, motherhood, etc.

sun: new beginning, life, warmth, heat, success, glory, victory, happiness, glory, desire, courage, hope, recognition, fame, power, reputation, ego, pride, high self-esteem, charisma, alluring personality, summer, beaches, positivity, optimism, masculine, etc.

sun + lilies = pure joy, contentment, joan of arc energy, being well liked and trusted, invincibility, king, patriarchy, etc.

moon: imagination, musing, passion, unconscious, feminine, maternal instincts, intuition, psyche, dreams, creativity, inspiration, innovation, honors, fame, recognition, popularity, celebrity, emotions, passions, seduction, romance, intimacy, affection, desires, fantasies, motherhood, the womb, menstruation, hormones, instincts, perception, sensitivity, awareness, mystics, mediums, psychics, etc.

moon + sun = prologue, dream life, "the warm and fuzzies", psychic power, pearl energy, charming personality, awareness of yourself and your power, etc.

key: wishes, hidden things, success, unexpected results, karmic lessons, breakthroughs, etc.

key + moon = manifestation, creative success, overnight success, karmic lover, awareness of your lesson, etc.

fish: abundance, water, fertility, spirituality, prosperity, eternity, unity, happiness, transformation, femininity, adaptability, knowledge, creativity, freedom, luck, intuition, independence, self-employment, entrepreneurship, sales, purchases, exchanges, abundance, wealth, emotions, beaches, independence, etc.

fish + key = having a lot of wishes, murky water, the unknown, things working out, a gamble paying off, etc.

anchor: stability, security, safety, immovability, trust, faith, loyalty, stubbornness, consistency, endurance, destinations, support, reliability, lifestyle, etc.

anchor + fish = stability income, stubbornness paying off, enduring beliefs, freedom to choose, supporting yourself, lifestyle that supports the self, etc.

cross: suffering, martyrdom, burdens, challenges, worries, troubles, trials, pains, hardships, concerns, hardships, obstacles, hindrances, regret, remorse, guilt, shame, humiliation, disappointment, religion, faith, belief, esotericism, psychics, mediums, empaths, etc.

cross + anchor = financially struggling, lacking faith, being in your own way, struggling with consistency, regretting your life's choices, being disappointed by where you are, faith worth relying on, being a psychic/medium, etc.

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Welcome Home

Marc Spector & Fem!Reader

Summary: F!Reader is a barista at Biggby Coffee in Chicago. She's had feelings for Marc for a while and was tempted to write her phone number on his cup, but he's going away on a mission. He's gone longer than he originally promised, and when he returns, the barista is no longer at his favorite coffee shop.

WC: 3042

Author's Note: I wrote this last year as part of The Coffee & Cream Digital Fanzine! A lot of amazing people worked on this zine, and you can read it for free here! 

Also, did I have to do a banner? No. Do I love it? Kinda. It reminds me of a bad rom-com movie poster. I'm mostly proud of having his name on the Biggby Coffee Cup and having it look semi-realistic.

Beta read by the wonderful @reallyrallyauthor

Themes and warnings: Acquaintances to lovers, not race/body coded, Marc angst, coffee shop au. If I miss anything, let me know!

The coffee shop is bustling, the aroma of coffee filling the air. Quiet music plays through the speakers mixed with guests’ quiet conversations to create a cozy but bustling atmosphere. The warm lights and dry spot to sit entice regulars and tourists alike to the shop’s interior, a better alternative to the cold, dreary rain outside. 

As you and the other baristas work behind the counter, the bell above the door rings, grabbing your attention. You turn and hand a strawberry creme freeze with whipped cream and extra sprinkles to a little girl. “Hope you have a great birthday, Sophia!” you say, smiling at the girl’s mom. “See you two soon! You’ll have to tell me about the aquarium. I haven’t been there in years!”

You turn to the register as Marc walks up removing his rain-splattered hood. His lips upturn slightly as he notices you, and you return his smile brightly, smoothing out your apron, trying to rid yourself of butterflies in your stomach. “Hi Marc, your usual?” you ask breathlessly, knowing the answer and starting to input it into the register.

“Yeah, but one extra shot of espresso today.” Marc sighs watching you grab the sleeve and Sharpie to write his name.

You turn the cup in your hand and ask, “a quad? That’s different. Late-night plans kept you up.” Teasingly, you contemplate writing your number again. If it were a slow day, he would usually stay and talk, but with the crowd, it won’t take long until he goes on his way. After writing ‘Marc’, you hold the sharpie down to the cardboard, slowly starting to write the curve of the 2.

“Got another work trip...boss wants to send me to Egypt tonight.”

You pause with the sharpie in hand. He’ll be too busy during the trip, and you’ll overthink his lack of communication as disinterest. You can see yourself lying in bed, wondering where you went wrong. It’s best not to write your number…at least not today. He repeats your name, and you’re brought back to the present as you hear him chuckle lowly and lean in slightly. “Maybe I should be asking you if you’re staying up too late? You need my extra shot of espresso?”

“What? No? I’m fine.” You try to shake it off and close off the beginnings of your number, turning it into a heart. Setting the cup down, you take his cash and he continues the familiar dance of the daily exchange by dumping the change into the tip jar. “How long are you gone for this time?”

“I don’t know. I hope it’s not a long job. A week tops, maybe two.”

“I know the opening game for the Cubs is coming up soon. Didn’t you say you were finally going to try and see them in person this year?” you ask trading places with your coworker, starting to make his drink. They all know about your crush, and always let you make his drink.

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to go since I was a kid,” he admits in a small voice as he shuffles down the counter with you, pulling down the hem of his coat. “I never got the opportunity. I figure since I moved back to Chicago, I might as well find the time.”

“I hope you get the chance this year,” you say earnestly, making his drink slowly, trying to savor every moment. “All of that travel, but sometimes there’s nothing like the comforts of your hometown…even if it is a major league baseball game,” you tease lightly.

“Yeah, but when home doesn’t feel like home…” Marc sighs heavily, keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself as his voice falters, his gaze shifting briefly to the corner of the room.

“I hope you find it someday.”

“What?” he asks, looking like you pulled him out of a bad memory.

“Something that feels like home. A home that feels like home. It sounds like you don’t settle down for long. Whether it’s an apartment in Chicago, Egypt, London…or maybe even a person,” you add optimistically. “I hope you find it someday.” You blush looking down at the drink, revealing that you had kept up with the casual conversations. Remembering the little tidbits of info that he lets slip about his life, that you store away in the corner of your heart.

“Yeah…can’t seem to catch a break. Feel like I’ve been on the go since I was 18.”He confesses.

One of your coworkers taps your shoulder and says, “here’s the bacon, egg, and cheese bagel.” You pass it to Marc and put the lid on his drink, your hand covering the doodled heart he hasn’t noticed yet. “And the usual with the extra shot.”

“Thanks,” he says as he takes the cup and takes a sip, still failing to notice the heart hidden under his palm. He lingers momentarily, knowing it’s too busy to stay, but he wants to keep the conversation going. “You know there’s-”

The barista on the drive-thru calls your name. “Sorry, but can you help with the people in line? I’m getting swamped in the drive-thru.”

“Of course!!” you reply and offer Marc an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you when you get back, yeah? Bring your favorite barista a souvenir this time?” You plead with a small pout.

Marc chuckles softly, “I’ll see what I can do. No promises, though.” He waves goodbye and walks back into the cold rain. Sipping his drink, he notices the heart on the cup. Marc retraces his steps and looks into the coffee shop. The line is long and you’re taking orders for a family. He looks down at the cup as if making sure the heart is real. His eyes briefly meet yours before he panics and hurriedly continues down the street, his heart suddenly racing.

“Marc, I can’t have you distracted by your feelings while on this mission.” Khonsu’s voice booms out.

He narrows his eyes and pulls out his earbuds, looking like he might’ve been on his phone. “The job will be quick. Don’t worry,” he snaps back, “...and I don’t have feelings for her. Not like you think.”

“I should hope so, Marc Spector. My travelers of the night need your help. It will not bode well for your future should you not succeed.” He hears Khonsu’s voice ring out.

“I get it- I get it. Just let me pack. You act like feelings are a fucking crime. Jesus Christ,” he grumbles. After a few blocks, he comes up to the crosswalk, tossing his coffee cup into the trash, secretly pocketing the sleeve with your heart into his jacket.

The job isn’t quick. It takes over a month to gather intel and successfully track Khonshu’s marks. Long nights on stakeouts, alone in his thoughts of when he could come home to you. He is exhausted as he wanders the Cairo markets toward the airport, remembering you had asked for a souvenir. He looks around, half tempted to buy a pyramid paperweight, but that doesn’t seem thoughtful enough, not for you. He walks past a few more stalls selling souvenirs when a jewelry stand catches his eye.

An older man is making Egyptian cartouche necklaces by stamping hieroglyphics into metal. Marc chooses the color of the necklace but is undecided. He thinks of your name, but there is another option. Lately, thoughts of ‘home’ are synonymous with you, and he still keeps the coffee sleeve with his name and heart in his jacket. As Marc stands in line, the person in front is getting their necklace stamped.

“Still thinking about that worm at home?” Khonshu sighs in annoyance. “Do I have to remind you how poorly your first marriage went? Your destiny isn’t a comfy life with a partner. You have a far greater purpose to play out Marc Spector.” Khonshu looms over the unsuspecting jeweler, watching him work.

Marc meets the bird’s gaze before handing the jeweler the form with your name for the pendant, and home for the second.

“My my…you are determined, Marc Spector. You think this person would want to be your home?” Khonshu asks sarcastically, “You don’t need a home. You’re my nomad, doing my work, protecting the travelers of the night.”

Marc doesn’t respond but watches the jeweler prepare the jewelry. Marc hopes it isn’t too late when he returns to Chicago. Would he be able to let down his guard enough to truly let someone into his life again? He fidgets with his fingers, thinking maybe he can do it for you. He watches the guy pound in each symbol, dry brushing ink into the crevices, wiping away the excess.

“This for a sweetheart back home?” the jeweler ponders, boxing up the layered necklace.

“I hope so,” Marc responds with a sigh of relief. Khonshu gets bored and leaves Marc to his devices. He takes the small box and exchanges money, sliding the box into a small pocket in his bag, finally ready to head home.

The first day back in his routine at the coffee shop is sunny. The weather is warmer, and the atmosphere seems light and airy, but not for Marc. He feels suffocated and vulnerable, you aren’t there. He sits for an hour nursing his coffee, barely eating more than two bites out of his bagel sandwich. He taps his fingers nervously waiting for you, frequently looking out the shop window to see if you’re just showing up later for a late shift. He waits for 3 hours, scrolling on his phone, his leg bouncing, looking for your smile. He sighs and finally resigns to finishing his bagel, tossing the cup into the trash on his way out. Tomorrow will be another day.

The second day is a repeat of the first. The third day he sits in the back of the coffee shop lobby, he feels embarrassed as Khonshu seems to loom over him, reminding him he’ll never have the relationships he wants. Who is he to think he could deserve a second chance at companionship and love? All he has in life are his alters and the stupid pigeon. Why does Khonshu think that’s enough? On the fourth day, he goes there out of habit, but he retreats into the subspace as Steven spends the afternoon reading a book, still looking up every so often searching for you.

The fifth day is going to be the last. One more day of sitting in the coffee shop feeling like a lost puppy. One more last-ditch effort before he gives up and finds a different coffee shop. It would hurt less. Marc just sat down to unwrap his bagel sandwich when he heard two baristas talking loudly. Marc is tempted to ask if they know where you are if you quit if you moved, and if there is any way to contact you, but he knows they can’t divulge information about current or former employees. He tries to zone them out, but his interest piques a few moments later when they mention your name rather loudly, “Must be nice at the new job!”

“I know, living the life of luxury at the brand new Biggby across town,” the guy emphasizes, still trying to get the point across to an oblivious Marc. “I bet they have better blenders with fresher blades than these shit ones.”

Marc looks at them, his brow furrowed. The barista talking to the man looks directly at Marc, “I’m jealous.” The barista said your name, “works at a spot with a bigger lobby, no drive-thru…at the brand new Biggby across town.”

Marc understands, nodding in their direction as he gets up holding his coffee and his bagel. He throws them in the trash untouched, as he walks out the door. He’s too focused to hear the baristas high-fiving as he walks out.

“Oh my days…it’s happening!” Marc can hear Steven getting excited from the headspace. Marc keeps walking and mumbling, trying to rehearse what he would say to you if you were at this new coffee shop. “It’s been awhile…no…I’ll have the usual, with your phone number. God, that’s so stupid. I got you that souvenir you asked for…so I had to find you. Fuck, I sound like a stalker.”

His heart races as he sees the new coffee shop in the distance and he gulps, flexing his hands. He takes a deep breath as he walks up and pulls open the door. His heart threatens to burst out of his chest as he looks around for you. It isn’t busy, and you aren’t with the baristas in the front. He walks up to the register, unable to hide the disappointment on his face.

“Maybe next time, Marc,” Steven speaks softly from the reflection in the fridge.

“Can I take your order, sir?” the barista offers with a smile.

“Yeah…uhm…I’ll have a grande, quad, non-fat, no-whip espresso with a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel…” he sighs, but he hears some frantic movement from the back that draws his attention.

“Marc!? Is that you?” you hear his voice from the backroom and push the door open so forcefully that it bangs against the wall. You were almost in tears when your old coworker messaged you saying he was on his way. It was a long few weeks of loneliness, wishing you had given him your number. As the weeks passed, you grew concerned that you wouldn’t see him again. You didn’t know what he did for work, but you knew enough that his work was dangerous. If only you had written your number! You were heartbroken that he didn’t walk in on your last day of work at the old location, but he had been gone for so long at that point… you didn’t know if he would ever come back.

Marc stands before you at the new coffee shop, looking exhausted. As he turns to face you, his worn-out expression transforms when he sees you, giving you hope. Still in shock, you don’t catch what he said. “What was that?”

“Your number? She asked if I needed anything else, and I said your number,” Marc repeats, trying to come across as confident, but feeling a little silly repeating himself, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks up at you again. 

“O-oh,” you stammer feeling the heat in your cheeks, “I’m getting off my shift right now. We could go…for a walk?” you suggest bringing a hand to your warm cheek, your fingers making their way down to hide your smile briefly. Your heart pounds when his softening eyes meet yours.

“Yeah, we can do that.” Marc nods.

You both walk outside and down the street to a small park. Neither of you remembers who reached for the other’s hand first, but the intertwining of your fingers feels right. You gesture to a park bench with your drink, where you both sit. To Marc’s surprise, you sit right up against him, thighs touching. “You know, I tried to give you my number more times than I’d probably like to admit,” you confess while pulling out your phone.

“I had hoped you would have…more than I’d like to admit,” he says smiling as he hands you his phone. After exchanging contacts, he admits, “I’m not much of a morning person, but you make it so easy.” He leans in and adds, “I got you that souvenir.”

“Marc, really?!?” you gasp in amazement as he pulls out a small box, “Marc, I was joking, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. I gave our last conversation a lot of thought while I was away.”

“About home?” you ask curiously, looking at the box, sitting up a little straighter, and setting your drink down next to you.

“Yeah, here. Take it,” he speaks cautiously, not looking at you directly, focusing on the box as you hold it in your hands, secretly wondering if you were feeling butterflies like he was. “When I thought of home…sure it’s Chicago, but when I thought of coming back I didn’t think of childhood nostalgia, my family, or even the Cubs.” You can see the corner of his eyes crinkle with a chuckle to himself, “I thought of coming home to the coffee shop…to you.”

“Oh, Marc,” you murmur, cradling the box in your hands as if it were the most valuable treasure you own. To mean that much to him feels like a gift in itself. Trembling slightly, you lift the lid off the box to reveal the necklace. It is a simple gold chain with two charms, tablets with stamped hieroglyphs. “It’s beautiful…what do they say?”

He points to one and explains it’s your name, each hieroglyph representing a letter. He points to the other one, featuring four stamped hieroglyphs on the other tablet, “...and this one says home.”

“Are these custom-made? Oh honey, I don’t know what to say. These are so thoughtful. I love it,” you turn to him, caressing his cheek. Home could be a person for him, and it was you. It took Marc so long to open up, you never expected this. Marc’s vulnerability makes you want to melt in his arms. You hold his gaze until your eyes drift to his parted lips. “Can I show you?”

To your surprise, he nods and leans into your palm as your thumb caresses his cheek. You slowly close the gap until your lips meet his in a soft kiss, your fingers moving from his cheek to the hair at the nape of his neck. After a moment he parts, resting his forehead against yours.

You chase his lips again but he takes the box from your hands holding up the chain with the offer to put it on. You turn so he can clasp the necklace feeling goosebumps from the cool metal, his fingers lingering on your neck before tracing the cool chain to the pendants. “Glad you like it, I almost got a paperweight instead…”

“It’s perfect, Marc. I’m glad you found it.” You chuckle, your forehead resting against his. “Welcome home.”

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from The Silent Shore, the first book of the Seafoam trilogy

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All was still—the air itself was taut in anticipation of…well, I wasn’t sure quite what. His mouth fell open, and from it spilled a lilting, strung-together chant of what I could only assume was the Old Tongue. The very same that he had spoken over Ma and Sosta’s consecrated union. His chanting flowed like the Smara beneath him, rapid and ever-changing. Faster and faster until all at once, his voice severed and he staggered back as if he had been struck.  At the very same instant, daylight poured into the auditorium, his robes gleaming in the light.  A chill slithered up my back and down my limbs as gasps peppered the air.  The Diamo’s eyes flew open, his mouth still parted with the prayer or platitude that he never finished as he stepped forward, reaching for the light with an awed smile. “He’s here,” he breathed out, blinking slowly as he tore his enraptured attention away from the sunlight to survey the excited crowd.  A sharply cut-off hiss wrenched my gaze away from the spectacle and brought it back to Solera, who had stepped up, solemnly carrying the pitcher before her as she followed the curve of the dais to head toward where the Diamo stood waiting, his face still upturned. I jumped to follow her, holding the bowl before me now. From the other side of the auditorium, two Dromas approached, carrying between them a low table that they set before the Diamo when we were mere steps away.  Solera stepped aside as the Dromas retreated from the sunlight, scurrying around to retake their seats on the right side of the auditorium. I took a hesitant step forward, setting the bowl before the Diamo in the pool of daylight. The reflected light bounced off of each hammered dimple, dazzling me until I stepped back and out of its reach so that Solera could fill it with the Smara’s water. As she poured it in, it was as if the bowl was being filled with liquid sunlight. It was so bright that I had to squint and step back even further to be out of reach of the glittering, eye-stabbing brightness.  When she moved away, the Diamo dipped his cupped palm into the sparkling water, letting it dribble unchecked down his arm as he lifted his hand again, the water spilling out from both sides. His reverential breathing out of Isolios’ name was the only word I recognized as he began to speak again, slipping back into chanting a prayer in the ancient language—starting from a whisper as Solera touched my arm with her free hand and nodded back toward the way we had approached from and crescendoing into a sonorous invocation that filled the room as we settled back along the wall. Light was pouring in from every angle in the auditorium, the glass floor framing the Smara beginning to glow with Isolios’ intensity. The walls groaned, the floorboards creaked, and the stained glass windows trembled as the sunlight within the auditorium swelled. The Diamo was quickly consumed by the light, completely cut off from view, though his desperate, pleading voice was still clamoring with the cacophony of rumbles and rattles filling the room.  Something in my chest was constricting—the breaths I was trying to take in didn’t sustain me. Isolios? Was this truly his presence? Maybe he had entered me, entered all of us, just at the Diamo’s beckoning. Pinpricks of light danced at the edges of my vision as the room began to spin.  He was really here. I could feel him. Genuinely feel him. I wanted to laugh, and maybe I did. I could feel the joy bubbling out of me. I couldn’t help myself, but— Something sharp pinched my arm, and the euphoria thrumming within me abruptly ebbed, leaving me lethargic. Hollow. 

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

🐈‍⬛️ and... leather and lavender maybe? (or ping, i always love to hear abt sweetie 🩷)

okay bear with me but i think virgil's really into sailor moon, and at one point convinced Roman to go as Luna and Artemis for halloween

[sirani-8927]

This is how I layer things to make sigils and stuff for my lil magic systems

Also, some demon slayer au stuff I may never post, but tattoos to help visualize what my intentions are. Check out the image description for details

Phantoms

[lascitasdelashoras]

G.W. Bot - ‘Paddock Glyphs and Moon’ (2011) .

[sunstoner]

all my lovely tats :) more to come in the summer for sure

[ori-unavailable]

So I was in the woods at 11am and found this log with symbols and a crawfish claw. I found out that the symbol on the rock is the moon glyph for time, does anyone know what the other ones mean?

[glyphalodon]

i'm going through the rain world brainrot leave me alone

original here vv

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Moon Glyphs

The world is full of fascinating symbols, some of them ancient and mysterious, some of them invented in the last few hundred years. People tell many stories about these symbols. The runes have been called a secret language used by an inherited priesthood. The ogham is said by some to be a magical alphabet used by the druids in the time of Stonehenge. And these moon glyphs are all over the internet pretending to be an ancient set of symbols used for moon magic by matriarchal civilizations long past.

Source:

[mumblelard]

manifestations of my familiar or first five favorites shuffle

[ad-caelestia]

spell jars 101 ✧

updated version

how to craft a spell jar: 

cleanse your jar

gather your ingredients

charge and program them, and then add them to the jar

close and seal with wax, ribbon, string, etc. to finalize and cast the spell

decorate your jar however you'd like, or not at all - up to you

what you can use as a jar:

tiny glass jars with cork lids

mason jars

pickle/pasta sauce jars

old medication bottles

food storage containers

bead storage tubes

what you can add to a spell jar: 

dried herbs

dried citrus peels

dried flowers

magical powders

small crystals

gem chips

essential oils (a drop or two will go a long way)

infused oils (carrier oils such as olive or grapeseed oil that have been infused with herbs)

a few drops of charged water (storm water, war water, sea water, holy water, rain water, moon water, sun water, etc.)

paper (with sigils/symbols/glyphs drawn on it, an incantation, a name, a phrase, etc.)

coins

beads

glitter or confetti 

seashells/shark teeth/sand, etc.

leaves/acorns/sticks/bark/moss

animal fur, nail clippings, teeth, or whiskers that have fallen out naturally (if i catch you trying to pull out your pet's whiskers or fur, i will fight you)

nails, glass, pins, needles, thorns, and other sharp objects (great for cursing, binding, banishing, or protection)

vinegar, lemon juice, pickle juice (mostly for “souring” a situation)

honey, sugar, syrup (to “sweeten” a situation or for attraction)

pretty much anything that fits and corresponds to your intent

what you should avoid putting in a spell jar: 

unless your intent correlates with the contents of the jar spoiling or going bad - don't use anything biological in nature (think bodily fluids), don't use fresh produce or herbs, and be mindful of water content inside the jar. you don't want a moldy, biohazardous mess on your hands (unless you do, then that's cool, too).

what spell jars are good for: 

containing your spell, theoretically making it easier to manipulate and control

manifesting goals/intentions continuously or over time

passive manifestation that doesn’t require much ongoing participation from the caster but is subject to regular maintenance

what to do with your spell jar once it’s been crafted:

keep it on your altar

keep it in an area that's appropriate for goal manifestation (for glamours, keep it in the bathroom; for sleep or dreams, keep it in the bedroom; for safe travels, keep it in your vehicle; for cursing, keep it concealed in a black box; etc.)

wear it as jewelry

put it in your pocket, purse, or backpack

bury it in your backyard or within a potted plant outside (for spells you don’t plan to undo or want to last indefinitely) - if burying is not an option, hide it somewhere on your property

leave it at a crossroads

recharging spell jars: 

shake it up

light a candle on top of or next to it

submerge it in a bath of herbs or crystals that are associated with energy

submerge or surround with sea salt (a natural conductor of energy)

anoint with oil/blessed or charged water

pair with a tarot card or rune stone that matches your intent

suffumigate with incense smoke

energy work and visualization

disposing of and reversing spell jars - when you feel like the spell has done its job or you need to undo its effects:

remove the contents from the jar and either destroy them, bury them, or throw them away

for items you wish to save, cleanse them thoroughly before using them again

take the jar and cleanse it in whatever manner you choose and either save it to be reused; or dispose of it safely

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