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[broken-mirrors-binding-magic]

What are Broken Mirrors and Binding Magic?

Broken Mirrors by Luci Sosa

Broken Mirrors follows Alice and her companions as they struggle to survive the fall of the Great Kingdoms and piece together a future for themselves in its aftermath. Coming out of the war with losses, Alice is determined to escape with as many people as she can. As the sole heir to the Epherial Kingdom and final Sweeney, Alice is determined to keep her people together and guide them to a new home. She hopes to abandon the roles they were cast into in their homeworld of Tebos as they adjust to this new world of Earth.

Binding Magic by Maria Romano

Binding Magic follows Alexandra Casey and her friends, as they struggle with the coming of a new war. She's lost her father, brother, cousin, and beloved uncles, leaving her barely keeping her head above water. Her only peace is accidental time travel to the family she wishes she could stay with. When she is suddenly struck ill, causing her brother to briefly return home, she finds herself surrounded by strangely familiar people. Now she must unmask the secrets around her if she wants to end the budding war around her.

[chheolie]

i think you might be a little disappointed that they are divorced, so here is the second part

it was a quiet morning, and the sun had barely risen on the horizon when you grabbed your phone to check the messages. as you swiped the screen, one notification caught your attention: "reminder: trip to the beach house - d/n’s birthday." your heart tightened as you read those words. the beach house had always been a special place, full of happy memories, but it also held painful ones, especially from the last trip where you and seungcheol were together as a couple. it was there that your relationship came to an end.

even so, you knew that this trip was important, especially for your daughter, who loved that place more than anywhere else. with a deep sigh, you decided to send a message to seungcheol, something you had been putting off for days, fearing what he might say.

"are you going on the trip?" you wrote, hesitantly, feeling the weight of uncertainty in your words.

minutes that felt like hours passed before his reply arrived. when the phone vibrated, you opened the message with a nervousness you couldn’t hide.

"yes, it’s important for her." his words were direct, but they carried a responsibility that both of you shared. although your marriage had ended, the love for your daughter continued to bind you together in an unbreakable way.

on the day of the trip, seungcheol arrived at your house to pick you up. your daughter, as excited as always, ran into her father’s arms with contagious joy. her smile upon seeing him left no doubt that this trip meant a lot to her. as you watched the scene, a mix of emotions washed over you. it was good to see them together, but his presence always brought back memories of what you had lost.

during the drive to the beach house, the atmosphere in the car was strange. your daughter talked nonstop, excited about the weekend plans, but you and seungcheol barely exchanged words. it was hard to ignore the weight of the past, especially knowing that the last time you were at that house as a family was also when you decided to go your separate ways.

when you finally arrived, your daughter ran inside the house, exploring each room as if it was her first time there. for her, that place would always be magical, full of good memories. you and seungcheol began unloading the car in silence, exchanging brief and uncomfortable glances. neither of you knew quite how to act. the silence was almost suffocating, and both seemed hesitant to say anything that might open old wounds.

the next morning, you woke up early, with the first rays of sunlight gently illuminating the house. there was a quiet stillness in the air, broken only by the soft sound of the waves. as you stepped out of the bedroom, you found seungcheol already awake, sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee in his hands. he seemed thoughtful, lost in his own thoughts. for a moment, you considered going back to the bedroom, but you decided to join him, feeling that perhaps it was the right time to talk about what you both had been avoiding for so long.

sitting beside him, you felt the weight of the silence between you, but also a strange sense of peace. the smell of coffee mixed with the salty sea breeze, creating a nostalgic atmosphere. it was then that memories of the last trip came flooding back. you looked out at the horizon, trying to find the right words.

"it was here that everything fell apart, wasn’t it?" your voice came out low, almost fearful, as if reliving that moment could bring back all the pain you had worked so hard to overcome.

seungcheol sighed deeply, without taking his eyes off the sea. "yes, it was here. and i still think about that day, about the things i could have done differently. not a day goes by without me asking myself where exactly things started to go wrong."

his words hit you in a way you didn’t expect. there was so much regret in his voice, a pain that mirrored your own. "i think about that too... about how everything could have been different. but i think that at the time, we were both so lost, trying to find our own way, that we ended up drifting apart. i felt so alone, even when you were around. like there was an invisible barrier between us."

he turned to you, his eyes showing a vulnerability he rarely let show. "i never wanted to make you feel that way, y/n. but i was so focused on work, on fulfilling all the responsibilities, that i ended up losing you in the process. i didn’t know how to handle the pressure, and it destroyed us."

before the conversation could deepen further, the soft sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom interrupted the moment. your daughter had woken up, bringing with her the vibrant energy of a child full of expectations for the day. seungcheol stood up with a smile, offering to take her for a walk while you stayed home, resting and processing everything that had been said.

hours later, when seungcheol and your daughter returned, you greeted them with a smile, noticing that they were carrying bags of food. your daughter ran up to you, her eyes shining with excitement. "mommy! look what we brought! we got your favorite dessert!" she exclaimed, barely able to contain her excitement.

you looked at seungcheol, who gave you a knowing smile, and felt a lump form in your throat. that simple gesture, but full of care, moved you in a way you didn’t expect. for a moment, all the repressed emotions came to the surface, and you found yourself struggling to hold back the tears. but it was useless. the tears began to fall, and you tried to disguise it, smiling at your daughter so she wouldn’t notice.

seungcheol noticed immediately and approached, concerned. "hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice full of care as he reached out to hold your hand.

you nodded, though your voice faltered as you tried to respond. "yes... it’s just that... this means a lot to me. you both mean a lot to me."

he gently squeezed your hand, his eyes fixed on yours as if he wanted to say something but was choosing his words carefully. the moment was delicate, full of unspoken emotions and feelings that you both were trying to process.

the afternoon unfolded in a series of joyful and simple moments. you cooked together, played on the beach, and for a moment, everything felt like it used to. your daughter’s laughter echoed through the house, and you felt that maybe, just maybe, the weight of the past was finally starting to lift. the atmosphere was light, and it was hard to believe that just a few hours ago, you were so nervous about spending the weekend with him.

when the evening came, you prepared the small birthday party with all the love you could muster. your daughter was radiant, and the house was filled with laughter and music. the table was loaded with sweets and snacks that you had prepared together, and the cake, decorated in her favorite colors, sat in the center, waiting to be cut.

you sang "happy birthday," and the smile on your daughter’s face as she blew out the candles was the highlight of the night. she closed her eyes tightly, making a wish, and then, with a determined puff, blew out the candles. the applause and cheers of "hurray!" echoed through the house, and for a moment, everything seemed perfect. you and seungcheol exchanged glances during the celebration, and there was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a long time—tenderness and affection that warmed your heart.

after dinner, with full bellies and light hearts, your daughter finally began to show signs of fatigue. she yawned and rubbed her eyes, making you and seungcheol laugh. "i think it’s time for bed, little one," you said softly, as you picked her up, feeling the comforting weight of her against your chest.

seungcheol followed you to her room, where you both tucked her into bed. she snuggled into the blankets, the smile still present on her lips. "it was the best birthday ever," she murmured before closing her eyes and falling asleep. you both stood there in silence for a moment, watching her sleep, both feeling a mix of emotions—love, nostalgia, and something more, something that was bringing you closer again.

when you left the room, the silence that followed was filled with tension, but it wasn’t a bad tension. it was a tension full of possibilities, of things left unsaid. seungcheol closed the door softly, then turned to you. "she was so happy today. thank you for this, y/n."

"i was happy too, cheol," you replied, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it. he had always been "cheol" to you, and in that moment, it felt natural to call him that again.

he smiled, a smile that warmed something inside you. "i missed you," he admitted, his voice low and sincere. "not just because of our daughter, but... you. i missed us."

his words hung in the air, and you knew the moment had come. everything that had been repressed, all the unspoken words and hidden emotions, began to surface. "i missed you too," you confessed, your voice shaky. "but i was so scared, seungcheol... scared that we’d make the same mistakes again."

he took a step towards you, stopping just inches away. "i know i made mistakes, and i’m sorry for all of them. but i never stopped loving you, not for a second. and today, seeing our daughter so happy, here with you... i realized there’s still something between us, something that might be worth fighting for."

you felt your heart race at his words, at the way he was looking at you with such intensity. "are you saying... you want to try again?"

"yes," he whispered, reaching out to gently cup your face. "i want to try again. i want to be a family again. if you still want that too."

tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, unable to speak. instead, you closed the distance between you, leaning in until your lips met his. the kiss was soft, tentative, but it held the promise of so much more—a new beginning, a second chance. your bodies molded to one another with an ease that felt natural, as if all the scars and distances between you had never existed.

seungcheol pulled you closer, his hands firmly gripping your waist, and you found yourself sinking into that familiar, comforting feeling where the world around you ceased to matter. the warmth of your bodies, the feel of his touch against your skin, all of it stirred memories of times before the divorce, when you were inseparable, when the problems had not yet overshadowed the love you shared.

as the kiss deepened, the passion between the two of you reignited in an almost desperate way, as if you were trying to make up for all the lost time. seungcheol's hands traveled up your back, exploring every curve he knew so well, while you held his face, feeling the softness of his skin under your fingers. there was an urgency in his movements, as if he were trying to imprint himself in your memory, and you felt the same desire to make him understand just how much he still meant to you.

when you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, but neither of you moved away. seungcheol rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, while his fingers remained tangled in your hair. the silence between the two of you was filled with rapid breaths and the sound of hearts beating in unison, as if both of you were trying to absorb what had just happened.

"i love you, y/n. i always have," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion, the truth of his words echoing in the space between you.

you felt tears welling up again, but this time they were not of sadness, but of relief, of a renewed hope seeping into your heart. "i love you too, seungcheol. i always have. but i need to know that we won't lose ourselves again."

he opened his eyes, and what you saw there was a determination you had never seen before. his eyes, dark and intense, showed the depth of what he was feeling, the gravity of the moment. "we won't, y/n," he promised, his voice low but filled with conviction. "we'll do this right, together. for us and for our daughter. i won't let you fall again."

the intensity of his declaration made your heart pound harder. you were there, in a vulnerable place, but it was exactly what you both needed—to remember how perfectly you fit, how you were made for each other, and how, despite everything, that love still existed and was strong enough to survive.

the night continued, not with more words, but with gestures. you both let the feelings speak for themselves, rediscovering each other slowly and carefully. seungcheol's hands traced your contours as if he were rediscovering familiar territory, and at the same time, something entirely new. each touch, each caress, reignited something within you both, an old desire that had never disappeared, only lain dormant.

the intimacy between you was familiar, but there was a new layer of depth, an understanding that both of you had changed and grown, and that now you were ready to try again. the walls you had built, the hurts of the past, all seemed to vanish as you gave yourselves to one another.

when you finally nestled in bed, with seungcheol's arms firmly around you, something inside you settled. his chest was the safe haven you had lost, the place where all your fears and uncertainties seemed to disappear. the past was there, yes, but the future seemed brighter than ever, as if all the broken pieces were finally falling into place.

for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that everything would be alright. seungcheol was by your side, and you knew that together, you could overcome anything. he kissed your forehead softly, and the warmth of his touch was the confirmation that this was where you had always meant to be.

i think you would like to be informed that the second part is available. thank you for your support and patience, by the way. ( @kkkthrn @coupsbestleader @minhui896 @bouclesdefeu @lanatheawesome )

[dailyadventureprompts]

Monsterhunt: Lixivioth, that which Bleeds from Beyond

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It starts as a ripple in the air, a churning beneath the skin of reality, then a silvery limb breaks the boundary before melting back into unexistance. Like a drowning soul thrashing in the sea, a body breaches the 'surface' full of a wild and desperate impulse to survive, a willingness to drag anything down if it meant keeping their head above water a little longer.

This is Lixivioth, a celestial who's time in the outer void has so deeply warped it that nothing remains but a cataclysmic desire to return no matter the cost. Once an explorer and collector of knowledge, Lixivioth's curiosity tragically drew it not just to the unknown but past the boundary of what could be known, beyond which laid nothing but dissolution.

Adventure Hooks:

Seeking forbidden knowledge, a devotee of Vecna has summoned and bound Lixivioth to a magic mirror, tormenting the spirit with glimpses of a reality it cannot touch. While infiltrating the villain's lair, the party come across the mirror and have the opportunity to ask it questions that might give them an edge against their foe. There is a magical procedure they must follow though, as every question that does not ascribe to the proper magical formalities puts a hairline crack in the glass, weakening the celestial bindings and giving it a chance to break free.

Days before needing to perform an important spell for the safety/prosperity of the realm, a great wizard was found dead in his study bleeding mercury form every hole in his skull, a tome of celestial learning in his hands. His body cannot be moved and the flow has yet to cease, slowly flooding his tower as his apprentices (and local authorities) scramble for answers. Lixivioth is using the wizard's body and magic to manifest in the material plane, and by the time the party are called to help it will be a matter of hours before the eldritch angel crawls it's way up his throat. To win the day they'll need to piece together the components of a binding spell from the mage's libraries while fending off quicksilver elementals and the tower's malfunctioning defences.

Beyond the borders of the party's homeland, an order of elven oracles were once rumored to seek wisdom of the distant future and past in the ripples of a silver spring, at least until a marauding band of centaurs overran their glade acting on their mystic's visions. Generations of ensuing seers, all mad as haters through imbibing magical mercury, have led the herd to become stronger and more violent all while unwittingly doing Lixivioth's bidding. A renegade has broken free, seeking aid from the people her herd has spent lifetimes raiding in the hopes of stopping an upcoming ritual.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Palace & Payne Detective Agency

They start the Palace and Payne Detective Agency (yes, there was a massive fight over whose name would come first, Edwin saying that he had the experience in hell, while Crystal said she had the experience with the living, before they eventually compromised on alphabetical order).

And yes, some people wonder why they stick together, considering that not a single case gets completed without them bickering to all hell about it.

But not only are the two of them good at what they do- remarkably good, despite their respective hesitations over each other when they first began, thanks to Edwin’s grasp of magic and languages and Crystal’s knowledge of people and modern, almost-‘70s culture and society- they understand each other as few others do.

As far as Crystal and Edwin can tell, they are the only ghosts wandering the earth (or, at least, the sections of England and America they have mirror-traveled to) to have returned from Hell. They are the only ones actively running from Death on their own terms, rather than just via the passive notion of not having completed their unfinished business.

And that sticks two people together, that knowledge of sulfur and brimstone and blood, those memories of bare feet on concrete and the skittering sounds of a doll-headed-spider and the crunch of knives shoved down one’s throat. That grows them together, binds them by unmoving blood and unbeating heart and unbreathing lungs. 

-aletterinthenameofsanity, don't need to fight to prove i'm right (don't need to be forgiven)

I wanna stand up, I wanna let go I wanna shine on, in the hearts of men I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand Another head aches, another heart breaks I'm so much older than I can take And my affection, well it comes and goes I need direction to perfection You know you gotta help me out

-The Killers, All These Things I've Done

[raayllum]

AU where Rayla is just a split second faster aboard the Sea Legs

She's not quick enough to dodge the icy wave that overtakes her limbs, exactly. She feels it in her fingertips, first, like the frostbite that had nearly overtaken her near the Shivering Glades her first year on her own, before she'd had Stella to help her conserve body heat. The cold creeps down to her neck, her torso, each vein burning in agony, fear and confusion running wild in her mind. It hurts more than anything else ever has, like her whole body rather than just her hand was about to fall apart on the other end of a binding, intensified in her heart most of all—

But Rayla doesn't have to be at her best to aim true.

The first halberd she'd stolen sinks into Finnegrin's shoulder, cleaving his arm from his body in one fell swoop. The second lands somewhere above his thigh and he sinks to his knee, howling. Blood spurts from his severed arm and Callum leaps back from it, wide eyed.

"You little—" Finnegrin hisses, spasming from pain. She's never seen so much hate in his eyes before.

His crew—disloyal, afraid—shuffle uneasily but none rush to help him. Even Elmer seems too stunned, frozen like a rock rather than the hunk of wood that he is.

Finnegrin's spell inches down to her waist, and then... Miraculously, it recedes, his concentration broken. His body too weak to maintain it.

Rayla coughs, sputtering, and drops to her knees. Everything aches, and she'll hit the deck hard, but—Callum rushes forward, sliding on his knees and catching her instead. Cushioning her fall as he meets her eyes, his own concerned and angry and frightened and so, so beautiful.

"Are you okay?" he breathes and she nods.

He helps her to her feet, a shoddy mirror image of her helping him up on the Ruthless just two days prior, and she's grateful to see that Soren has turned Ezran away, as Finnegrin bleeds out on the deck.

She nudges Callum away and limps over, glaring at the man who'd dared to attack them, who'd dared to torture her love and try to coerce him into dark magic, even as her stomach squelched. This was a horrible, slow way to die and—

She could be merciful without hesitation, as she wrenched the second halberd from his kneecap and dropped it over his throat instead, silencing him. The other halberd lay in the ever growing pool of blood as she stepped back and exhaled, her breath like a ghost in the stormy mist.

His spirit would not be missed.

And there were worse things to have her first kill over, hollow as she felt.

[llondonfog]

If you're still taking prompts, could you do a Halloween Event AU where the Knight of the Dawn's ghost appears before Silver to take back his "son." Lilia shows up just in time to see the specter before it drags Silver to the Underworld.

the way ur request hit me like a truck after the new update drop....... i've been toying with the idea of henrik having some kind of control over the knight's soul even in death to bend him to his will, and now that he learns of the knight's child surviving? and with such an interesting, exploitable magic that could offer them a way to break free from the spectral realm and command the dreams of men? oh. well, he simply has to give his eternally bound soldier a new mission. with that in mind, this is a more hallloween/horror au set after the events of this update— mal has been beaten back to his senses, everyone has woken up, lilia has put his plans to leave on pause, but silver is still grappling with the heavy truths he's learned....

the man in the mirror is kind, and that makes everything worse.

he leans in, presses up against the glass in a silent rustle of armor and silks as if his hands might cross over to the other side this time, and asks as he's asked every morning in a voice that rivals the low croon of a mourning dove—

did you sleep well, my son?

my son. my son.

the very title is the reason for the boy's haunted expression, his clouded eyes, the trembling pull of his lip. he has not slept for the past several nights, this the man in the mirror knows, and yet he asks the question without fail and with such sincerity as if he might soothe the shadows that bruise and deepen beneath the boy's gaze, as if he was not the one to put them there.

ah, but that's not entirely fair now, is it?

he did not install this bleeding, aching chasm inside of his child's heart, his is not the name that lingers on the back of his child's throat, choked and stifled under tears as he languishes under unseen night terrors and monstrous shame of guilt. he is not who his child wants, but he will help to teach his child that he can be all that he needs, if he would simply reach out and take his hand. he can ease away the pain, he can learn to hold him close— has he not been denied this for nearly four hundred years? did he not love his child too, once upon a time?

and perhaps he did. but the bindings in death are even stronger than those in life, and henrik's greedy, twisted claim upon the loyalty of his soul has persisted and thrived in the depths of the spectral realm, festering like a weed and rotting away at the clarity of his mind. where once he would have fought to protect his child among the land of the living, he now is blinded, driven by a tainted desire to see him here, safe and sound, among the dead where he belongs. where he should have never been taken from their side, where he can be protected and loved for all of time.

it is easy to whisper such promises when he believes in them, to offer a balm to his child's broken heart. look at what the fae have done to him, look at how they've ruined him so— a prince trained to die, a boy blessed to be love now cursed to question his own worth. if his child does not wish to continue living this painful, miserable lie, then why must he linger and suffer? why, when he could simply reach out and take his father's hand, sink into such sweet, pleasant dreams where the torments of his past could never reach him, not when he has his true father guarding him ever faithfully by his side—

when the door slams open, it is too late.

he smiles, the weight of his child's hand warm and living, full of strength within his own. and to the sweet sound of the fae's anguished screaming, he pulls his son through the mirror, through the glass, and into his father's arms to sleep in peace, forever.

[perotovar]

Hi bb!! I absolutely love the writing challenge you've launched <3 You and I agreed to let my initial pick go to someone else (@marisferasiop I literally couldn't take Ezra away from you, especially because you're my absolute fave Ez writer <3 ), sooo I'm sending you a request to pair a Norish God up with Santi so I can still join 😍

hello, my love! sorry to keep you waiting, i wanted to get some good info to work with for you! and yes, both you and @marisferasiop asked for tyr/ezra at the same time so i had to figure something out, and wanted both of you to have a chance to write something! so adi was cool enough to let me give her the matchup of fenrir/santiago.

make sure to read the tyr summary for a sort of "sister" story or "mirrored" part to fenrir. tyr is a really important part of fenrir imo.

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Son of Loki and Angrboda. Name translates to “He Who Dwells in the Marshes”. The most famous of the wolves in Norse Mythology.

There are many stories that include Fenrir, but probably the most famous is “The Binding of Fenrir”, where the Aesir gods raised him in order to keep him under their control and prevent him from wreaking havoc on the Nine Realms. Tyr was the only one brave enough to approach him and feed him from day to day. There’s an understanding between the two. He grew at an incredible fast rate, which worried the gods, so they attempted to chain him up. Their first couple of attempts were unsuccessful, since he broke through them easily. Eventually, they enlisted the help of the dwarves, who forged magical shackles that couldn’t be broken. They had the appearance of being very light and soft to the touch so as not to throw Fenrir off. When the gods approached him with these, he was of course suspicious, and refused to be bound unless one of the gods would stick their hand in his mouth as a pledge of good faith. Tyr was the only one to do so, given their prior trust of one another, resulting in him losing that hand when Fenrir couldn’t break free. The chains were then tied to a boulder and a sword was placed in Fenrir’s jaws to hold them open. He howled ceaselessly which resulted in a foamy river called Ván (“Expectation”) to flow from his drooling mouth.

As the name implies, there will be a time when Fenrir breaks free and causes Ragnarok, ie the end of the Nine Realms. He does this by swallowing the sun (the goddess Sol), killing Odin (as is fated), and chaos follows. He’s killed by Vidar, son of Odin, by ripping open his mouth and decapitating him at the jaw.

Much of this story (and Ragnarok by association) is heavily Christian influenced, however. If you want to know more about the influence, I’d look into “The Fettered Devil”.

There’s debate over Fenrir actually being born a wolf. Perhaps he was much like his sister Hel, and chose to take on the form of a wolf instead of being humanoid. If that’s the case, why did he choose that form?

What we do know for sure about Fenrir is that he is very powerful, and very intelligent.

It’s rare, but there are a lot of people that actually work with Fenrir like they would with any of the other gods, despite not being seen as one. It’s very nuanced, but some examples of what he could represent are as follows:

Fenrir is a force to be reckoned with, and could represent those that are being oppressed and take action against their oppressors. There’s thousands of years of people doing this, and it’s even present today. He could be the one to inspire people to take that next step towards self reliance or protecting oneself.

However, Fenrir is still Fenrir and should be given his own space. He won’t submit to anyone. And neither should you.

Offerings/Associations: Raw and cooked meat. Bones. Chains.

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and your moodboard:

[princessfantaghiro]

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. BROKEN GLASS.

He looked into his Mirror of Secrets. He coined them just now, when he sensed in his Power that Galadriel had created similar ones. She-Elf wove them from the magic of Light, of course. He created his from Darkness, from black magic. It allowed them to learn each other's secrets. Thoughts. Or at least some of them... 

'Show her to me! Show me the Beauty!'

He saw her face. Flashbacks. At first she smiled gently, even coquettishly. 

He saw himself from the past when he confessed his love to her. In his own way, indirectly. Without the trivial <I love you.> 

He had never felt so open as he did in the forest, with her. So...defenseless. He almost ran out of words to express the storm that was raging in his heart, tearing his soul apart. He tried his best to control himself, but his voice was shaking slightly. He hoped she wouldn't notice. He was wrong. 

"Fighting at your side I... I felt... if I could just hold onto that feeling, keep it with me always, bind it to my very being then I...'

'I felt it too,' she admitted. 

He had never had such a strong bond with any living being, before or since. Even with Morgoth, his beloved Lord, whom he worshiped as his personal God. 

Suddenly her face, so radiant, confident and pure, changed expression. Galadriel's features darkened with rage. Her lips twisted into a merciless grimace, as if she felt the utmost contempt. Galadriel's beautiful face that says straight:

'I HATE YOU. I DESPISE YOU! WE WILL NEVER BE TOGETHER. I WILL NEVER BE YOURS. FORGET IT. NO NO NO. NEVER!'

Now his face was gripped by the anvils of grief. The pain was overwhelming, unbearable. Sauron rested his hands on the mithril's altar. Flames of fire flared in his eyes. The madness. 

Mithril...The hardest metal in the universe that no one can break. The muscles in his face tightened more and more. He increased the pressure and then...The altar broke like a splinter breaks. A hiss, a howl, like a mortally wounded animal, came out of his mouth. A wounded beast. 

For always...For as long as I can remember... For millions of years... This world has been telling me NO. NOW I SAY NO TO THIS FUCKING WORLD. LET IT BURN, LET IT BURN. I DON'T WANT IT TO EXIST. A WORLD THAT DENIES EVERYTHING TO ME EVERY TIME HAS NO RIGHT TO EXIST. I'M TAKING IT BACK FROM HIM.

I WILL BUILD A NEW, BETTER. 

He thought he heard her voice again. He reached for the mirror one last time.

'I will NEVER be on your side. Don't EVEN dream about it. It's a dead dream, just as dead as you. MONSTER!'

Sauron cursed all life in existence at that moment. Fire, water, earth, plants and air.

'LET IT BE SO. I WILL BRING DEATH TO ARDA. DIE.'

The glass in the magical mirror forged from dark magic shattered as soon as the Dark Lord looked at it again. Pieces of the glass were scattered in all directions. One fragment lodged in his eye, leaving a tiny, indelible mark. 

MARKED. FOREVER CURSED. 

Both his eyes burned red.

The Dark Lord execrated terribly in the dark speech.

No one saw the one, pearly tear fall from his eye.

'All is lost.'

[ansbobcar]

EP 15. Remember your brother

WORD COUNT. 1256

Link to overview

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Swivelling in his chair, the recent graduate spun to face him. “Why don’t you just beat the crap out of him? People tend to listen with enough force. Oh! Or even court!?” She held her pointer up with a cheeky smile. Her knack for deducing details was uncanny as he put down a report on the desk. 

“The amount of connections and leverage my father has against others is what made us reputable,” he began. “Even with our powerful position, destroying my father would mean destroying half of our people as well. It’s inefficient and incurs too much loss.”

“What a partypooper.” He readjusted his glassed as she took off her shoes and put her feet on the seat.

“Plus isn’t court a bit too extreme?” 

“How young is your brother then?” She twirled a lock of her ashy brown hair. “Wait-wait! Lemme guess! He’s… 5 years younger than you so that means… he’s 17! Easton too?” 

He only nodded, to which she squealed. “He’s still a minor like you. I can’t grab a hold of custody over him if he goes to jail. Plus my mother’s just as bad,” reorganising the paperwork.  “And I can’t take over their duties if I’m working here, Alex.”

“AND FINALLY, FROM THE LANG HOUSE WE HAVE… WIRTH MADL!!” Cheers roared at the sight of the Magia Lupus’ 3rd Fang as he watched from behind the headmaster’s seat. Since he decided to take the extremely difficult honours roll exam, he wondered how he had the energy to do the Candidate Exam. Let alone start arguing with that girl of all people.

“And the first elimination round is… the 5-legged riddle race!” 

‘This one,’ he remembered it being played a few years back. When Rinka was a 2nd year at Easton.

“In your groups of 3, we’ll magically bind your legs together and you must acquire the given object written in this card!” the MC of the Candidate Exam began to explain how the race worked. “Reach the finish line with your object and team intact and you pass onto the next round!” 

Typically, the first object to get broken will result in other teams surviving (after passing the finish line). But nearly 7 years ago, it was the first showcase of the Blood Cane’s versatility in spells. Her team had their object broken near the finish line by an opposing team but she had managed to restore her team's object in order to pass. ‘It wasn't against the rules after all.' It's just that the passing condition is to finish the race with an unbroken object.

Thus, the sight of what seemed to be an extremely competitive yet incompetently cooperative trio seemed to reduce his hope in their passing. It’s less about your speed and more about destroying objects after all. It’s more common for this game to be used as the only elimination round since nobody other than Rinka Onoji was able able to utilise a restoration spell.

“There will be a time limit of 30 minutes! All the best candidates!”

‘I guess… all the best,’ he looked towards the rafflesian mirror as the competition began. Each group opened their cards and immediately, Darren Randel, that recent transfer student, declared with absolute certainty.

“It’s a stamp! A stamp!”

The two boys were dumbfounded. And without another moment to lose, they blitzed atop a large golden sword, towards the pile of objects in the middle of the forest and engulfed the large stamp in mud, pulling it towards them. 

Who the hell shouts out their team’s object? It was definitely unplanned. Otherwise, why would there be so much haste in their actions as they sped over to the finish line within mere minutes. Their unappreciative combination was almost a blessing in disguise.

To have Mr. Ames cruise them to the finish line, out of reach from the opposing teams whilst Ms. Randel simply dispelled incoming attacks was strategic. His brother holding onto their object and stabilising all of them on the blade didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“This round seems oddly entertaining,” Wahlberg mused to the two of them.

“I must agree with you,” the Flame Cane replied. “Especially, compared to last year.”

“What do you think, Orter?” the headmaster asked. Yet he only focused on how his brother seemed to move with vigour. Ready to throw his fist towards his teammate for the round.

It’s unusual to see his brother hold a face without fear. Without burden. What has he missed out on since then?

_ _ _

The first round ended up eliminating half of the participants leading to the final duels instead and with what seemed to be the gods cursing them as the clouds slowly darkened, Wirth Madl was up against Rayne Ames.

It’s a losing battle. But with what seemed to be a desperate drive to win against the odds, the Lang student readied himself to drown the his opponent in quagmire and inhibited his eyesight. Restraint. That’s probably all their father has ever instilled into them. He watched as the dulled boy overpowered him with a simple kick to the gut and pulled himself out of the pit before sending a barrage of swords without another moment to spare. And with that, “Wirth Madl has been knocked out! The victor is… Rayne Ames!”

The cheers of the crowd heightened at this sentiment whilst he pooled with bitterness. But bitterness for what? He wasn’t mad or disappointed in his brother. It couldn’t be helped. It was like that time too.

“I couldn’t care less about your perfect score in language,” that man uttered from across the door. The sound of paper smacked against skin cleanly. “You’ve proven yourself to be worthless again. Even if you get into the Bureau of Magic, it will mean nothing if your magic isn’t on par. Your brother’s already becoming a Magic Police Officer, is there really nothing left for you to do?”

It was the summer, one of the only times he could visit the family. But the look filled with hollow envy that plagued his eyes as they briefly looked at each other.

“Don’t bother looking back, Orter.”

As if disobeying his own habit, he took out his wand and cleaned his dirtied clothes even amidst the tears and apprehension the younger Madl had, it felt odd. Unsettling even as he sat. “Please don’t tell him,” he uttered barely above a whisper. Wirth Madl can’t bear it. He can’t go home. Not like this.

"I can take your place during the upcoming winter break if you want. I'll just tell father you'll be busy with internships then." although it seemed to be out of sympathy, it only caused the 2nd year to continue crying and reach out to bury his head into his chest. “M’sorry…”

He should comfort him, slowly patting his back. “You fought well.”

These words only won’t fix anything. But it’s worth a shot to start.

_ _ _

The Blood Cane spat out her drink at the older man’s words. Her eyes held more than mere disgust and doubt. “You’re kidding me.”

“What do you mean I have to interview Darren Randel? You should do it!” She pointed at the honey-freak. “I’m gonna plan a coup on your honey stock with Sophie. You better watch out, you fucking prick.”

“Why the hell am I here again?” Renatus yawned. “You’ll be interviewing the remaining 2 Easton candidates. Only allow one of them to pass.”

“‘Kay. Wake me up in 10 minutes, Inky.”

_ _ _

I'm questioning if I should incorporate a short miscommunication arc... genuinely speaking. But at the same time I feel like it's a bit late to incorporate it? Like it serves no narrative purpose except for fueling the romance drama. And there's already a lot. Especially with the upcoming winter ball arc that I have in the works before ending part 1/act 1. I genuinely want to end this act before ep 30 lol so chapters might get longerrr.

[crazycookiemaniac]

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[alexanderlightweight]

I would really love more of the deruned AU, like how does the new rune that ties Alec to Magnus affect him? How possessive are they are of each other? Does it activate when someone comes after Alec [his siblings, clary, the circle, etc?]

Thanks @fallenqueen2 for the prompt, I do love this fic so I enjoy writing for it. Hope you enjoy!

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Alec wakes and for the first time since his deruning; he doesn’t want to throw himself off Magnus balcony.

He feels whole again but raw, like all of his aching scars have been reopened and then healed.

Like a piece of his soul is no longer missing.

“There you are darling, look at those gorgeous eyes, finally open.”

Alec blinks up at Magnus. The smile that he normally manages for Magnus curls easily across his face.

“Hi.” He whispers, voice hoarse and throat sore.

“Hello Alexander, I’m so glad you’re awake.” Magnus tells him, like Alec being awake is a blessing, not a burden.

“Magnus.” He rasps and then he’s being hushed, his head raised as a straw is guided to his lips.

He tries to drink slowly, but his thirst is overwhelming and it isn’t until he finally finishes and is let back down that he notices the taste.

“Potion?” He asks quietly, enjoying how his throat no longer feels bruised. It’s the best he’s felt since his deruning.

“A little bit more than just a potion.” Magnus murmurs but Alec doesn’t understand.

“Here darling, let me sit you up.”

Magnus is gentle as he guides Alec up and even gentler as summons a mirror and uses magic to dangle it in the air.

“I, Magnus. I don’t understand.” Alec admits helplessly as he looks at his own reflection and he lets himself go limp.

Collapsing against Magnus.

Trusting him entirely.

—

Magnus gives a soft croon as Alexander melts into him and holds him tighter, his chin hooked over Alec’s shoulder.

“You gave yourself to me, darling. So I took you, and I found a way to keep you.” Magnus summons the old stele Jem gifted him and lets Alexander see the red glow.

His boy is startled, but not afraid.

“Very few alive know this, but I am of Asmodeus’ line. His defiled and divine blood flows in my veins and I have a power very few others do.” Magnus twirls the stele and very slowly, presses it to Alexander’s hand.

“The runes you bear will no longer be angelic. But they will still protect you, aid you, enhance you.” Magnus takes a slow, even breath and adds, “they bind you to me. Tie your soul to mine, since your tether to Raziel shattered.”

“Why would you—“ Alec starts and in the mirror, he looks so very lost. “Magnus, I drove you away. I was going to marry Lydia, all to keep my parents and the Clave happy. I don’t understand, how can you still want me?” And then with a soft, broken noise that Magnus never wants to hear again he adds, “I don’t know why you ever did.”

Magnus’ heart breaks and he stores away the mirror and stele and carefully lays them both on their sides.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never needed a reason to want you. But if I must, you’re a vision to behold. You took my breath away, quite literally. You came to my aid, helped protect my people and gave me your own strength even though the problem wasn’t yours. You tried to clean my home so I wouldn’t use more magic and trusted me enough to drink and sleep in my lair. You’ve fought every single instinct and horrible thought the Clave has drilled into your mind, and you’ve protected your family to the detriment of yourself.

“Alexander, how could I not want you?”

Magnus asks, his sincere honesty conveyed through his tone and words. Magnus is genuinely curious about who wouldn’t want Alexander. It’s both baffling and infuriating.

—though a dark part of Magnus is viciously satisfied that he is the one who has Alexander—

Alexander looks lost, as if Magnus’ answer is outside the realm of possibilities he’s considered.

As if it’s impossible him to see the good in himself without Magnus explaining it.

“You’re a precious existence, Alexsnder. A treasure the Clave is going to regret throwing away. But I—“ and here Magnus leans closer, closing his eyes and letting their breath mingle as their brows touch. “I will never throw you away. I will never let you go. You belong to me now, darling. And I protect and cherish what is mine.”

Alexander sobs against him; relief shuddering through his heaving gasps as he curls closer to Magnus.

“Magnus, what do I do?” He whispers, later, when he’s cried himself dry.

Magnus stokes through his hair gently, “well, you heal up.” He kisses Alexander’s cheek carefully. Alec turns his cheek up, asking for another and Magnus obliges happily.

“When you’re well enough, we’ll work together. See how the new runes affect you.”

“I, even if I’m runed againZ I’m no longer a shadowhunter.” Alec gives a shake of his head, “I can’t be. Not after what they did. Even if they wanted me back, I won’t go back.”

“And you won’t be. I would never let them take you back.” Magnus promises, and then in an attempt at levity. “I happen to be in possession of a lovely club that can always use a handsome, intimidating bouncer.”

It earns him a little scoff of laughter.

“More seriously, I understand if you need something to do. But I’d rather you recover, safe by my side. At least until this mess with Balentine is over. Take a break, Alexander. Heal, here with me. Be protected by me and protect me in turn. Stay by my side.”

—Magnus doesn’t add, worship me, love me, adore me, that will come later—

Alexander looks at him in awe, like Magnus is too much for him to handle, but in a good way.

And Magnus falls the rest of the way in love, but it’s fine, because Alexander won’t leave him.

He can’t.

—

Magnus is floating in a cloud of euphoria as he sets up dinner. Alexander is awake, alert and even —if hesitantly— asking for food.

The bond to Magnus is healing him —claiming him— and Alexander is thriving with the new connection.

And then for a moment it comes crashing down.

“Izzy and Jace.” Alec asks him quietly from the doorway. “Have you seen them?”

Magnus raises a brow at him and then finally, carefully nods.

“They’re alive?”

He nods again.

Alexander looks like he’s afraid to ask the next question, but he has to.

“Were they, did the Clave—“ Alec bites his lip, hesitating.

And Magnus, Magnus shakes his head. Whatever punishment they received, was a mere slap on the wrist compared to Alexander.

Alexander looks wrecked. The part of him that hatefully loves them is relieved, but the part of him that resents only grows.

“Can you, can you make it so they can’t find the loft?” Alexander asks cautiously, carefully, like he’s worried he’s asking too much.

“Oh, sweet boy.” Magnus finds himself saying and he crosses the room to cup Alexander’s jaw. “I already moved the loft and made it unreachable, as soon as I found you. I also denied them the privilege of my continued services. They can no longer afford my fees.”

Alexander frowns, “fees? Oh, they said they had worked it out with you. I figured they were giving you more of your stuff back. Did they run out of it?”

Magnus blinks in astonishment and throws back his head in a mirthless laugh.

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” he finally says when he’s done. He’s angry, on his own behalf but more importantly, on Alexander’s bewildered behalf. “Darling, the necklace is the only physical payment I received.” He rests a palm over Alexander’s heart. “There was no other deal. The unspoken payment for my services was filled by the pleasure of your presence.”

Alexander looks surprised, like he honestly never guessed the reason Magnus was so generous with his time and abilities.

Magnus thought Alexander was playing hard to get at first, but now, after the horrible self-esteem and awareness Alec revealed earlier, he knows better.

“The important thing,” Magnus stresses as he places a covetous hand on the small of Alexander’s back. “Is that they are no longer welcome here. And that they will not be finding their persistent way here, no matter what.”

Magnus guides him to the table and pulls out a chair with magic, ushering a bemused Alec into it.

“Now then, something simple.” Magnus says and snaps his fingers.

And Alexander looks at the table and then he smiles, small and real.

“Simple?” He asks, a soft tease for the nearly overladen tables of soups and soft foods Magnus prepared.

Magnus smirks and sits, his feet capturing one of Alec’s ankles, keeping them physically connected as well.

“You’ll find, Alexander. That this is quite tame. You’ll get used to it.” Magnus winks and begins portioning his own food.

Alexander watches for a moment and then follows Magnus' choices. “I’d like that.” He almost whispers and Magnus feels a thrill.

He did that.

He made Alexander look forward to another day alive, and Magnus will continue to do so, forever.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Lets say the Dorfs and Demise were on some sort of trial for their crimes. Not exactly killed yet, but set to be killed- think like TP Ganon at the start of the game. What if their lover took the chance of breaking him out? Risking their life regardless of his actions because they loved him that much.

I love a good Bonnie-And-Clyde! Of COURSE SO would break their Demon King free! <3

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The scenario of Ganondorf (in various incarnations) and Demise being on trial for their crimes, with their lover risking everything to break them out, presents a complex mixture of emotions and actions. Here’s how each would react, along with a small scene for each:

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf:

Thoughts and Reactions:

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would be initially surprised and possibly even touched by his lover’s dedication. However, he would also be calculating, quickly weighing the benefits of this unexpected turn of events. His respect for his lover would grow, as they demonstrated not only bravery but a willingness to defy the odds for his sake. Yet, he would also be cautious, understanding the gravity of what this means and what must be done next.

Scene: The chains binding him to the ancient stone pillars clinked ominously as Ganondorf raised his head, his golden eyes narrowing at the sound of soft footsteps echoing in the cavernous chamber. He had expected a priest or executioner—someone to finish what the so-called heroes had started. Instead, it was his lover, their form cloaked in shadow, but their determination clear in every step.

“Are you mad?” His voice, low and edged with something unreadable, echoed through the chamber.

“If loving you is madness, then so be it,” they whispered fiercely, working quickly at the chains, their fingers trembling not with fear, but with urgency. “I couldn’t let them take you from me.”

A brief silence fell between them, broken only by the sound of metal on metal as the chains finally gave way. Ganondorf caught his lover’s hand before they could turn away, pulling them close. For a moment, his expression softened, just enough to betray the storm of emotions roiling beneath his calm exterior.

“Then let us see if your madness can turn the tide,” he murmured, his grip tightening as he prepared to rise, ready to face whatever consequences would follow this act of reckless love.

Wind Waker Ganondorf:

Thoughts and Reactions:

Wind Waker Ganondorf, with his more reflective and tragic nature, would be both moved and burdened by his lover’s actions. He has long wrestled with the futility of his desires and the endless cycle of conflict. Seeing someone willing to risk everything for him would stir something deep within, perhaps even a fleeting desire to find redemption. However, he would also be painfully aware of the price they might pay for their defiance.

Scene: The winds of the sea howled outside the ancient temple, where Ganondorf stood bound by chains of light, his expression one of grim resignation. He had long since accepted the fate that awaited him, knowing it was the price for his unyielding ambition. But then, the light around him wavered, and through the storm, he saw a familiar figure.

His lover, drenched by the rain, their eyes burning with determination, approached, ignoring the danger of the sacred magic that held him in place.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was rough, strained by the weight of both his crimes and the sudden rush of emotion.

“Saving you,” they replied simply, hands trembling as they reached for the chains. “You don’t deserve this.”

For a moment, Ganondorf’s heart twisted painfully, a sensation he hadn’t felt in years. He didn’t move, didn’t even dare to hope, as they worked against the light that bound him. When the chains finally fell away, he pulled them close, the storm raging around them a mirror to the turmoil within.

“I never deserved you,” he whispered, before his voice hardened. “But if you wish to stand by me, then we must be ready for the storm that follows.”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf:

Thoughts and Reactions:

Twilight Princess Ganondorf would be impressed by his lover’s boldness, but he would also see it as a sign of weakness—a crack in their resolve. He respects strength above all, and while he might appreciate their devotion, he would not tolerate any sentimentality that could compromise their survival. Still, there would be a part of him, deep and buried, that might feel a flicker of something akin to affection.

Scene: The twilight that enveloped the chamber seemed to pulse with malevolent energy, reflecting the power that had once surged through Ganondorf’s veins. Now, he stood on the precipice of execution, the sages’ cold eyes upon him, ready to deliver the final blow.

But then, in a twist of fate, his lover appeared, a shadow slipping through the cracks of the ancient temple. He watched them with narrowed eyes as they approached, unflinching even as the power of the sages thrummed around them.

“You’re a fool,” he said quietly, as they began to unbind the chains that held him. “But you’re my fool.”

“I couldn’t just let you die,” they replied, their voice barely a whisper. “Not like this.”

Once free, he grasped their wrist, pulling them close. His grip was strong, almost bruising, and his eyes gleamed with dark intensity.

“If you wish to stand by my side, then you must be willing to embrace the darkness within me,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “There is no turning back now.”

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf:

Thoughts and Reactions:

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf, with his youthful arrogance and boundless ambition, would be both surprised and intrigued by his lover’s actions. He might initially view it as a sign of weakness, but he would quickly realize the potential in having someone so devoted to him. He would be flattered, but also calculating, seeing this as an opportunity to regain power.

Scene: The Temple of Time echoed with the low hum of magic, the sacred stones binding Ganondorf to his fate as the sages prepared to banish him to the void. His eyes, once full of fire, now burned with cold determination as he awaited his doom.

But then, a flicker of movement caught his eye. His lover, slipping through the shadows, their heart pounding with a mix of fear and resolve, approached him. Ganondorf’s lips curled into a smirk, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“So, you would risk everything for me?” he asked, his voice a mocking drawl as they worked to break the chains. “How very… noble.”

“Don’t mock me,” they replied, their voice shaking but firm. “I couldn’t let them do this to you.”

Once free, Ganondorf stretched his limbs, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. He reached out, pulling them close with a possessive grip.

“You’ve made your choice,” he said softly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. “Now, let us see if you can live with it.”

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf:

Thoughts and Reactions:

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf, being the most warlike and aggressive, would see his lover’s actions as a sign of strength and loyalty. He would be impressed by their willingness to defy the odds for him and would likely see this as an opportunity to strike back against his enemies. His respect for them would grow, and he would be eager to unleash his wrath upon those who had dared to imprison him.

Scene: The battlefield lay in ruins, the remnants of a fierce battle still smoldering as Ganondorf stood, bound by enchanted chains, his enemies gloating over their victory. His eyes burned with fury, the taste of defeat bitter on his tongue.

But then, amid the wreckage, his lover appeared, their movements swift and sure as they approached him. Ganondorf watched with narrowed eyes as they began to work on the chains, their hands steady despite the danger.

“You would risk everything for me?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“For you, always,” they replied without hesitation, their eyes meeting his with fierce determination.

As the chains fell away, Ganondorf grinned, a savage, bloodthirsty grin that promised retribution. He pulled them close, his grip possessive, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Then we shall make them pay,” he whispered, his voice filled with dark promise. “Together, we will bring this world to its knees.”

Demise:

Thoughts and Reactions:

Demise, as the embodiment of hatred and destruction, would be both surprised and intrigued by his lover’s actions. He might see it as a sign of weakness, but he would also recognize the potential for such devotion to be harnessed for his own ends. He would be both flattered and calculating, eager to see how he could use this to his advantage.

Scene: The realm of the dead was silent, the chains of the ancient curse binding Demise to his fate. His eyes burned with hatred, his body seething with barely contained rage as he awaited the final blow.

But then, a shadow fell across him, and he looked up to see his lover, their form outlined against the darkness. Demise’s lips curled into a cruel smile as they approached, their hands trembling as they worked to free him.

“You would defy the gods for me?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

“For you, always,” they whispered, their voice filled with determination.

As the chains fell away, Demise stood, towering over them, his eyes gleaming with malevolent power. He reached out, pulling them close with a possessive grip.

“Then you shall be my weapon,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark promise. “Together, we will tear this world apart and rebuild it in our image.”

[shouldhavestayedawayfromhere]

Cursing an addiction

I know cursing and hexing are controversial topics in the witch community, so if you reject all kinds of destructive magic, just move along.

So, cursing, right? You can curse a person, obviously. But you can also curse a situation or a thing. Or an addiction. Cursing is essentially cutting ties emotionally with something and letting it go or banning it from your life. So here's a cursing ritual that I came up with to curse an addiction.

(Note: this curse is not a substitute for getting professional help. Please do not rely on magic to cure your addiction. This is just something that can help you alongside your recovery)

I will describe this cursing ritual using my own traditions and methods, so feel free to adapt this to your own culture/pantheon/ingredients/magical concept. I use demon magic, so I will name the demons I invoke. Feel free to replace them with any entities you work with that you feel could replace them, or you can also use your own energy for this curse. You don't have to worship anything to do magic!

Things you will need

A black candle to absorb the negative energy

a smaller candle to represent your addiction (preferably a red one)

a tiger's eye (can be replaced by a clear quartz or a random rock you like)

paper and pen

a self-made puppet you can fill (you can easily bind one out of corn husk and fill it with contents, I use a self made crochet puppet)

some needles

any cursing herbs you got at hand

anything else to fuel the spell (broken glass, a small piece of broken mirror, small rusty nails, etc)

snake skin or eggshells (if you're vegan or sth, you can replace it with healing herbs)

some red yarn

a small baggy that fits into the puppet

You also need your usual ritual setup, whatever you use normally (candles for the deities you invoke, burning bowl, maybe incense, offerings for your deities etc)

The invocation

Invoke your circle and the entities you will be working with

"Denyen Valocur Avage Secore Amducious"

"Renich Tasa Uberaca Bisa Icar, Lucifer"

Depending on what pantheon you worship, invoke a deity of destruction, and one of new beginnings of your choice. If you don't work with any entities, simply call upon your own energy or the forces of nature. Fire is a cleansing element that may help you in this ritual.

The ritual body

Conclude your addiction into a few brief words and carve them into your small (red) candle, and light it

Then also light the black candle, so it can absorb all the negativity that will be relieved during this ritual

Write down your addiction as detailed as possible onto a small piece of paper (f.e. "Smoking 20 cigarettes daily" is better than "smoking")

Fold the paper and put it into your small baggy that will go into the puppet later

Put all of your cursing ingredients into the baggy (your cursing herbs, the nails, the glass or mirror pieces) and add the snake skin or eggshells to symbolize transformation and new beginnings

Close the little bag and put it into your puppet

Focus all of your anger at the puppet, thinking of all the pain your addiction has caused you

use the red yarn to wrap it around the throat of the puppet to "suffocate the addiction" and tie it off

Poke needles through the chest of the puppet to "destroy the heart of the addiction"

Speak a cursing chant; here's mine:

"You are my living addiction, and you will die. You have no power over me anymore. I will stop [name your addiction] because it harms me and I love myself. I cannot harm myself anymore. In the name of Amducious, I destroy you. In the name of Satan, I curse you. In the name of Lucifer, I resurrect to a new, healthy life."

Now write a request/prayer (or just your intention) to destroy your addiction, on a paper

Hold the tiger's eye in your hands and visualize yourself being addiction-free and happy

Burn the prayer in your fire-proof bowl

Let the small candle representing your addiction burn down on the altar completely

Place the puppet somewhere you will forget about it or a secret place you like to put similar spells, so the addiction will leave your mind

Finish your ritual off by thanking your deities, making them offerings, and dismissing your circle

After the ritual

After the ritual is done, you have activated the magic. Now carry the tiger's eye, or whatever stone you used, with you, or place it somewhere that connects to your addiction. If you are ever tempted to relapse, hold the crystal and visualize yourself being free of the addiction again. Really think of all the happiness it brings you to be sober, and anything else that may motivate you to stay on track.

Remember that relapsing sometimes is normal, and depending on what addiction you're trying to get rid of, it may take you weeks, months, or even years to completely get rid of it. You can always repeat the ritual if you feel like the energy needs to be renewed.

If you have overcome your addiction, you can either take the baggy of of the puppet, throw it away, and reuse it, or destroy the whole thing. Throwing it into the dumpster is good enough. Happy witching!

PS

This ritual is slightly inspired by the "addiction breaker" in S. Connolly's book "Cursing, Hexes & Crossing, a magician's guide to execration magic". I used a few ideas from it, though most of it is my own creation.

ALSO!!! Please please please get yourself professional help if you need it 🙏

This ritual is only meant to be an addition to your recovery. If you're dealing with a serious addiction, this is not going to save you and can not replace a professional treatment or therapy. I wish you all the best with trying out this ritual, and if you need it, get well soon.

Ave Lucifer! 💜

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

"the church on ruby road" thoughts + reactions

(tumblr is broken so i cant delete this space without breaking the post :))

"you saw a ladder in the sky and you thought, yeah, ill give that a go, babes" rose tyler CALL OUT

"what's the problem with hanging on? it's all the friction and the weight and the burns. so i got rid of that" and that's why u are still Fucked Up doc. this is NOT how u do rehab!!!

"learn the lenguage" eyes emoji "coincidence is what makes the baby tasty" EYES EMOJI

"it sitches you in. it weaves you into the day. you become all complicated and knotted and vivid"

"it's like a tapestry, it's gorgeous" self congratulating ur own writing, russel? sldkfjsdlkfj

"like the best, like wow" 13 and ‘fam’ walked so 15 could run

"a screwdriver needs screws" (so whenever the screwdriver works it, it works by resonating articulations and undoing binding agents, but it cannot do “untangling”)

VENTILAITON SHAFTS!!!! (my "this new era is the cartoon era" meta is born)

"amazing!" "no it's not" nothing changes lol

this feels *so* wilderness years (positive)

the MASTER knot you say....………………………...

"i've got no one" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"it's not magic, it's a lenguage, like a different form of physics" he’s coping about the “little” salt mistake still...

damn 15/ruby chemistry is so good….. can't wait for it all to go up in flames. And tragedy. Flaming tragedy.

"but only one of them stayed" mirror...? QUICK someone count how many companions have there been and if it's 33?????

im having sm emotions wtf

honestly ppl thinking rtd would retcon this were so hilariously off-base lol as if there's anything more of a catnip-plot for a soap opera writer than a “figure out parental origins” plotline

follow the crack... the crack in time and space...

it bothered me that in the special they used so much contemporary colorful theatrical lighting, that didnt fit the "grounded" doctordonna era at al, but it works much better here in that we're properly in the color ncuti era

"dont say that" aggggggggggggg

(ppl forgeting about ruby feels kinda clara coded / foreshadowing?)

"then why are you crying?" im going feral

"i will fix this" rtd voice: he will make it worse

oohh, the hubris in this ep was the arrogance of the doctor saying "they are NOT time travellers" sdklfj

baby catching... xena coded

blue / gold motif my beloved!!!

its a wonderful life~

"everything i do just makes it happen" -> "maybe im the bad luck"

"where are you goin now?" nbd just ruby going to buy some bread at the same store as yaz

CONCLUSIONS!

this was so wholesome t.t i really enjoyed that!! it has some lore implications and long-run stuff but mostly i’m really glad to finally get some new stories/a new vibe. I really enjoyed the glimpse we got of ruby’s family world and also love that both mine and 15’s reactions was “i’ve only had ruby for half an hour but if something happened to her i’d murder everyone here and then myself probably”. her wardrobe is beyond iconic.

besides the “biggest family in the world” parallel, the bb photos in the fridge give me like… TTC’s o"ther lost incarnations are their siblings vibe". Or, every "other time lord is technically the doctor’s children" vibe.

aesthetically, i really enjoyed this one. Specially The Big Scene (13-era blue/gold motif my beloved). This is one i see myself rewatching in the future just for the feel-good feel of it. the goblin number was fun! a clever parody of how much of pop uses “baby” and sweets-related metaphors for the sake of romance and here it becomes all for the sake of cannibalism lol (big brown eyes, caramelise~). 15/ruby being *so in* tune is cute+fun (and slightly sus). promising start to the new era.

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

"Oh, hi. If you don’t mind, you can ask Magnifico how I can release imprisoned spirits from the looking glass? He seems to be an experienced wizard, I believe he can give me advice on how to do this without using dark magic. Don’t ask why I need this, it’s just that one guy was undeservedly locked up."

Hi there! Ooh ... hmm.. You see, Magnifico doesn't really do magic anymore ... he was stripped of it during his time in the cursed cage and ... in gerneral it's become a touchy subject for him. But I can try. *turns* Hey, Mico, uhm ... someone's got a question for you but it's uh ... about releasing spirits from the cursed realm.

Releasing spirits trapped in the cursed mirror realm? .... Oh ... I ... I'm afraid I must disappoint you. I have no idea. My case was ... different.

I knew how to bind things or lock things away but ... spirits? What kind of spirits are you talking about? Human souls? Animals? Or ... evil entities? If something is locked away it's oftentimes for a good reason. For protection. If something or someone is locked away wrongly then ... *sighs*

It's ok. You don't have to answer this if it's triggering you.

*smiles* Thank you. Well ... like I said ... my case was different. I was under a curse ... and ... I've never really dealt with spells about people being trapped in a curse realm ... until I ... I'm sorry I cannot help you. In general ... that kind of issue goes into a direction I never want to think about again ... Excuse me ... *turns to leave*

😟 Mag's wait! I'm sorry .... *sighs and turns to you* Forgive him ... he's just .... this topic ... he's still healing you know? So ... *runs after the king*

Hey! Maybe I can help? 🐈‍⬛ I've looked into a few of his old books. But locking a whole person in a curse realm defenitely taps into dark arts ... If that person you mentioned is under a curse, you need to figure out how to break that curse. All curses can be broken. You know, true love for example or a sacrifice of love! And if someone is wrongly trapped, then the whole case is different yet again. Or is it a Alice in Wonderland kinda situation? Magnifico used to know a lot, but some things are a mystery to hin too. Like he said, all cases are different and there is not much info you gave us. Anyway, I wish you the best of luck! And don't take our king's reaction too hard ... he's learned to go and take a breather if something's triggering his trauma and then seek comfort.