#fait-the-witch-things...

[grillthegridmydear]

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pairing. F1 Grid x Leclerc!reader, Ollie Bearman x Leclerc!reader

summary ~ The baby of the Leclerc family experiences the worst heartbreak of her life while living in London, so she writes an album.

faceclaim ~ Maisie Peters

notes ~ This album has been my roman empire since it dropped and I am making it everyone else's problem now. My school level french is no use to me here so please pardon any terrible translations.

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yourusername London I love you, you'd have to drag me away kicking and screaming <3

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arthur_leclerc still cant believe you moved out before I did

yourusername cry about it I guess

user1 begging for the next ep drop on my hands and knees

charles_leclerc would it kill you to come home every once and a while?

yourusername voir maman ou Lorenzo? non. Pour te voir TOI ? oui, oui, ce serait le cas. (to see mom or Lorenzo, no. To see YOU? yes, yes it would) liked by lorenzotl

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous as usual ❤️

yourusername Je t'aime belle fille ❤️❤️❤️ (love you beautiful girl)

yourusername Let me know when you finally get rid of my idiot brother, I wanna get a custom cake

charles_leclerc QU'EST-CE QUE J'AI FAIT ??? (WHAT DID I DO?)

yourbfusername my london girl ❤️

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yourbff girl you're never allowed to leave you have witnessed too much that involves tequila

yourusername blackmail for life

user4 baby leclerc literally eating up the streets

user5 i need to see her in paddock again soon ITS BEEN TOO LONG

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gridgossip

gridgossip singer-songwriter y/n leclerc has blacked out all her social media pages and made them private, this comes following the abrupt news that the ferrari drivers sister cancelled the rest of her european tour dates. sources say that she has blocked her long time boyfriend yourbfusername. could the couple's split be the reason for the radio silence?

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f1gossip

f1gossip Heartbreak for baby Leclerc as photos of her long time boyfriend yourbfusername were released earlier this week outside of a popular london nightclub kissing another girl. y/n was spotted leaving Nice Côte d'Azur Airport with her brother Charles Leclerc late last night. The 21 year old pop star seemingly escaping her ex boyfriend and guitarist to return to Monaco.

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user10 ok this is why we dont give men rights cause WTF

user11 poor y/n, i cant believe it

user12 not what i was expecting

user13 THIS MANS DAYS ARE NUMBERD

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It took 3 days to finally pull myself out of the pit of my childhood room. The sun bleeding through the crevices of the blinds screaming to be opened for some fresh air. coming back to Monaco felt like defeat but I knew that staying in London would kill me, plus the hushed whispers coming from downstairs reminded me that this was the best thing I could do, my brothers were dramatic enough without deciding to go on strike from racing until I finally agreed to come back.

Small snuffles under the door broke the serene atmosphere in the air, followed by tiny nails scratching to get in. finally pulling myself out from under the covers I cracked open my door enough to let a tiny four legged blonde into my cave, Leo weaved his way between my legs, herding me closer to the door. his persistence finally made me scoop him into my arms and make my way downstairs.

The already whispered conversation died as I took the last few steps into the living room. Four heads turned on a swivel to see me enter the living room. Maman sitting on the sofa with Arthur and Alex, Charles sitting at the piano in the corner of the room. "Bébé ? tu veux manger quelque chose ? nous étions sur le point de préparer le déjeuner." (baby? do you want to eat something? we were about to make some lunch.)

the idea of food made my stomach lurch, I skipped dinner last night in favour of crying into my sheets. Heartbreak had always seemed so stupid when I was young. How could girls spend all their energy loving someone who hurt them? I owe all those girls an apology. I could only nod as I set Leo down on the floor, he trotted over to Alex and with my arms free from the wriggling pup I sat down on the piano stool next to my brother. the guilt over cancelling my tour had been eating my alive for the last week, so many people would be so disappointed. I hadn't even entertained the idea of opening my phone since I landed, but Arthur had reassured me through the door that people were just worried about me, whether I was ok?

I had no idea if I was.

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yourusername drastic healing measures activated. thank you all for being so patient with me, here's a little treat. Blonde is streaming now!

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maxverstappen1 funeral anthem

yourusername nurse! he's out again!!

user16 no cause max is so real for this, this man has a bounty on his head

alex_albon lily hasnt stopped playing it since it dropped. neither has logan.

yourusername i knew you were my number one fan logansargeant

logansargeant its going platinum in my house

user15 AHHHH THE GRID IN THE COMMENTS!

user16 i love their friendships so much

lilymhe WHAT A GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRL

yourusername wifey 💍💍💍

alex_albon today is not the day and i am not the one 🤺🤺🤺

alexandrasaintmleux face card is never denied!

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user27 oscar in the likes 👀👀👀

user21 girl EVERYONE is in the likes

oscarpiastri where was this energy for cates brother?

yourusername tbf Hattie ATE in her cover so its not my song anymore

arthur_leclerc i think maman is still weeping that you went that light with the bleach

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charles_leclerc I remember the day you were born and you cried so much we couldn't hear ourselves think. you demanded to be heard and since that day you have had music in your soul. it has been an honour and a privilege to watch you grow into the woman you are today. happy birthday ange, thanks for letting your big brother watch you make an album.

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user21 ALBUM!?! SAY SIKE RN

user22 part time driver, full time stan

user23 can we blame him though?

user24 happy birthday!!! now back to the ALBUM ANNOUNCEMENT!!

user25 EVERYBODY STAY CALM

user26 not charles leaking the album announcement 😂😂

yourusername thanks cha! DID YOU JUST LEAK MY ALBUM!

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yourusername ok since SOMEBODY couldn't keep a secret for 3 seconds 😠 my father always taught me that boys weren't worth the energy and to hit them back twice as hard. so here I am papa, making you proud.

The Good Witch is now streaming on all platforms!

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carlossainz55 spoken like royalty princesa, congratulations!

yourusername gracias chilli !

charles_leclerc je t’aime ange, sorry again.

yourusername i might forgive you

landonorris album of the year i'm afraid

yourusername how tragic 😱

oscarpiastri y/n please Hattie wont stop playing it, im begging you take the album back

yourusername you are the worst piastri

user 15 eating this up

user36 GIRL THIS WAS AN ATTACK! WENDY!!! NO BODY TALK TO ME!

user39 this may go down in history as the cuntiest slay of all time

user40 OH SHIT, HE LOST THE BREAKUP

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user40 ARIANNA? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

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yourusername are you gonna feel the way I feel? are you for real?

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olliebearman this is in fact a john hughes movie and the girl does in fact get the guy ❤❤

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Hey yall! just something a little short and sweet to get back into the swing of things.

i do want to eventually do a series based on this album for the grid cause i am obsessed.

let me know what you think

-A

[jasper-tarot-reader]

your preferred name, nickname, or initials: GreenIvyDusk (my blog name)

your pronouns: she/her

your question: I wanna ask the spirits for some help in my retrospectitve work (some know this as shadow work but it is a more broader term for self-reflection) regarding my pagan/witchy path. Just a general advice card is what I need recently.

background information around your question: I wanna do deity work/getting into pagan faiths but I am not really sure where to start, where to go, as I do not accept any level of racism and genderphobia in my craft/fait being LGBTQAI+ myself too. I believe people are equal, and should be such as. How can I start as a yte person so I will not tap into cultural approrpiation? It gives me a lot of anxiety on how to trust resources and find trustworthy sources for learning... I wanna avoid creepy red flags in summary. <3

Hello GreenIvyDusk! As a fellow queer white person who's unfortunately stumbled ass-first into appropriation without realizing it, I understand the stress of trying to get started while not being a super huge dick. Luckily, before we even get started with the reading, I have a few recommendations for you:

on @jasper-pagan-witch, I have a beginner tag, an appropriation tag, and a discernment tag that you can dig through at your leisure

another good resource is @breelandwalker's Advice For Beginner Witches along with her book Grovedaughter Witchery (to date, that is still one of my favorite witchcraft books ever) - and if you're podcast-inclined, this directory of her podcast episodes for beginner witches may also be helpful

if you want to avoid New Age bullshit specifically, check out @creature-wizard's pinned post and resources page

While these resources are mostly witchy instead of religious, there are some bits that apply to deity work and worship, and they build a good base for you that you can then apply to other things.

The key, I have found, is understanding that you will mess up. That's guaranteed. The key is to react well when you realize you messed up. There are always going to be people who hate you for one reason or another, but as long as you make amends (when necessary) and drop the appropriative stuff instead of doubling down on it, most people will give you a break. Don't beat yourself up, simply do better.

(As for avoiding things that have appropriative elements...gods, that is so fucking difficult, as even the best resources have parts that make my eye twitch. Sometimes you just have to accept that you have wasted money and time on something that simply can't be stripped of the parts that make you go yikes, but other times, you can simply ignore the appropriative or suspicious elements.)

(Please note: all of the above was written before the cards were drawn.)

Now, onto the reading! Since you didn't specify the particular spirits you wanted me to ask, I have selected the In-Between Tarot by Janine Worthington and Franco Rivolli, which belongs to Cernunnos. My patron Athena has also now called dibs on the Dungeons and Dragons Tarot by Adam Lee and Fred Gissubel, so we'll be using that too. Their cards for you are the 10-Ace of Swords and the 3 of Intelligence.

Let's start with Cernunnos's advice. This card shows the wife of a now-dead Roman captain being given the news that he was killed in battle. She is now released from the stress of having to wait for news about his fate, despite the fact that his death is hard and her heart is broken. This is the end of the road, where something is over after a long period of stress and pain, but the beginning of something new. The choice is to stand still or move on - onto the next road, into the ditch and underbrush, into the woods or desert or tundra or city, wherever you choose to go next.

Athena's message is similarly Air-aligned. This card, depicting a weeping dryad who is seeking aid from a party of adventurers to save her forest after it was destroyed by orcs, is about finding a way to heal and learn from anxiety and emotional pain. As understandable as your worries are, there is no need to stress yourself to death over them. In time, you will learn ways to figure these things out yourself and how to fix what's wrong. But in the meantime, simply find what works for you to help you. Be respectful, continue learning, and heal your heart.

...Huh, I didn't expect two broken heart references here. Anyway, regardless of where your path - magical, religious, or a blend of both - carves itself, never lose the fact that you are always learning.

I wish you the best going forward! If you feel so inclined, please feel free to send feedback in my ask box, leave feedback in a reblog of this reading, and/or reblog my reading guidelines!

~Jasper

[bluesecchymauroses]

Meet The Artist 2024 — kurtgaby

Meet the Artist 2024 — kurtartfactory

Like every year, I'm holding a Meet the Artist at the end of the year.

This year has been extremely rich in creativity and production.

I started taking classes for my competitive exam and I've made considerable progress. I've been able to create various pieces in a variety of mediums; which is what I enjoy most about art.

From top left to bottom right:

☆ Traditional double-page spread, flash TTT typography sheet, and rat drawing. Handmade notebook. (Traditional drawing & binding) ☆ Digital political punk slogan "We are the grandchildren of the witches you burned" (Digital) ☆ My masterpiece: Punk Preacher. Biblical and stoner triptych with my OC. (Digital) ☆ DFC 31. Happy to still be creating this series after 6 years. (Traditional drawing) ☆ An edited photo of myself for an assignment. This allowed me to include an artistic photo of myself (Photo & Edit) ☆ Red leather bracelet with 3 black straps. (Leatherwork) ☆ Political illustration for linocut. "You don't muzzle a rebellious people." (Digital & Linocut) ☆ Card 13: The Devil. From my Tarot (Digital & Tarot) ☆ Black print of a stoner linocut. (Linocut)

🌈My Twitch channel (where I make orders and other artistic things):

🍃 My Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/kurtartfactory/ 🍃 🍓Patreon : patreon.com/kurtgaby 🍓 🍵Ko-fi : https://ko-fi.com/kurtgaby 🍵

🐍 Comme tous les ans je fais un Meet The Artist en fin d’année.

Cette année a été extrêmement riche en créativité et production.

J’ai commencé à prendre mes cours pour mon concours et j’ai considérablement progressé. J’ai pu réaliser divers créations dans des médiums variés ; ce qui est ce qui me plaît le + dans l’art.

De en haut à gauche a en bas à droite :

☆ Double page tradi, planche de flash TTT de typo et dessin de rat. Carnet fait main. (Dessin traditionnel & reliure) ☆ Slogan punk politique digital « Nous sommes les petits enfants des sorcières que vous avez brûlés » (Digital) ☆ Ma masterpiece : Punk Preacher. Tryptique biblique et stoner avec mon OC. (Digital) ☆ DFC 31. Heureux de toujours réaliser cette série après 6 ans. (Dessin traditionnel) ☆ Une photo de moi éditée pour un devoir. Ça m’a permit de mettre une photo de moi artistique (Photo & Edit) ☆ Bracelet en cuir rouge à 3 sangles noires. (Maroquinerie & Leatherwork) ☆ Illustration politique pour linogravure. « On ne muselle pas un peuple révolté ». (Digital & Linogravure) ☆ Carte 13 : Le Diable. Issu de mon Tarot (Digital & Tarot) ☆ Impression noire d’une linogravure stoner. (Linogravure) 🐍

[hardworkandguts]

Weekly Catch-up #9

I've been watching too much Gundam this week, but at least with the exception of SD Gundam I'm out of the 80s now, only 35 years to go. Also picked up another show from this season, but I'll only cover it in a few weeks with a show post.

(last week, next week)

What was on?

The Apothecary Diaries

(ep 2.21) Loulan passing to her mother the idea of punishing the poison gremlin with poisonous snakes, all fat and lazy and ready for hibernation, knowing she'd have no problem overcoming it is the sort of move that sets up an incredibly funny opening to an episode (it's been a while since we've seen someone weirded out by Maomao because by now everyone in the rear palace knows she's a bit weird) that gets more grim as it goes by. You have to feel sorry for Loulan and Suirei, made to dig their own almost literal graves, and of everyone on their clan, by petty revenge of the matriarch of their clan, and neither really wanted to drag Maomao into this, and now as the smoke of the Forbidden Army is drawing close, knowing that their defeat is a fait accompli, they're doing their best to prevent more senseless suffering. In, uh, many ways. Next episode we're probably getting someone sparkly knocking on the door of the fortress with hand cannons asking if they saw his cat. Also, this episode finally overtakes the manga adaptation it is based on, and out of curiosity I've checked the other one, and on several scenes the storyboard seems much closer to the Kurata Minoji version than Nekokurage's. Coincidence, as the first is allegedly closer to the LN, or not? You be the judge.

Mobile Suit Gundam GQuuuuuux

(ep 9) so, we get to see what Machu was up to while Nyaan was eating cake and vaporising people - being questioned by Challia Bull over Shuji and a "Rose of Sharon", and after mysteriously finding a way to escape to earth on the GQuuuuuux, she finds herself crashing and waking up being taken care of in a brothel by instruction of a brown-skinned girl with green eyes. So, yeah, add Lalah to the "you need to know who this is" list, and keep some space for what's left, because this Lalah sees her backstory from 0079, also a universe where Amuro kills Char, who she patiently waits for. If Gundam multiverse wasn't enough, wait to see what Challia Bull fishes out of the water. With less than a handful of episodes to go, I feel either they're surprise announcing it will continue in October, or this might be rushed as hell, half-assed multiverse stuff often sucks.

Kowloon Generic Romance

(ep 10) well, that's confirmed both Xiaohei are the same person, the one who jumps between part-time jobs and wears dresses being the generic, the mystery is still why both can exist in Kowloon at once when every other generic just disappears. In the adventures of Kujirai and Youmei, Kujirai realised she can see glimpses of Kujirai-B's life through her old glasses which undoubtedly freaked her out, but also made her realise Kudo doesn't look at her the same way, which... Yeah. A new mystery also appears in the form of the charms glued to the wall, some with http errors. What are they meant to be? Good question.

Witch Watch

(ep 10) Nico continues to help other students, but it attracts the attention of a main villain of many school anime - the student council. In this case, a cast of characters in the true sense of the word, as they are a collection of anime clichés. Second bit has Nemu struggling with the idea of talking to Morihito again, so she does the stray cat thing without thinking and falls asleep on his lap again. Not the best episode, I think the student council bit lasted maybe twice as long as it should have, and while Nemu is a fun character, particularly when we see her her thought process as she tries unsuccessfully to not fall asleep, it's a bit of a repeat. She did run into plot, however.

Food for the Soul

(ep 9) ah, yes, the festival episode. That's a lot of work for a club that was supposed to be about doing noting, or so Shinon thought, not that she seems to mind. You know a show is in a good place and doing a good job of characterization when Nana seems particularly happy about the idea of a food stall, and you think to yourself "hey, shouldn't she be kinda anxious about having to work with strangers" seconds before she realises just that, or when Shinon gets the agriculture club president to provide them with ingredients and you are right along the other characters in thinking "what did she promise to do in return this time?". Another bit was Nana training to become more sociable, and after freaking another student out, she realises if they can't see her face she can act normal, leading to an idea very much on the ballpark for Hitori Goto. Also, good call on not making her a deer, the "mascot who sells its own species for food" thing is kinda suspect. Today's dish: venison curry soup.

mono Weekend Animation

(ep 9) another visit, this time to Kamikochi, Kurobe Dam, the tallest in Japan, where the group really can't handle a documentary about the human sacrifice of it's construction, and a visit to the venue of Ski Jumping in the 1998 Olympics. Also, Kako arriving independently at the problem or organising the Winter Olympics - with some of the infrastructure, there just isn't much else you can do with it. Comments around tell me the old man in the motorcycle was a supporting character in Laid Back Camp, and I wonder if the reason the show didn't grow on me at all is that a big component of it seems to be Laid Back Camp cameos.

Uchuujin MuuMuu

(ep 9) Couple of weeks ago I've mentioned poor Sakurako can't get a break in the electricity bill, which has climbed to around $560 by now, and takes six shifts every week at a kombini. Even worse is that MuuMuu is ignoring the mission and just watches TV all the time, and when he isn't, his antics are the subject of news reporting, leaving Sakurako paranoid people might be out to get them. Then the police knocks on his door, and it's Junichirou Anamori, a public safety officer who knows what's up because he's covering things up with Siberia, other of MuuMuu's friends. A lot of good animation bits in this episode, although I have to wonder if the story shouldn't have them introduced before the final third. Today's lesson: a lot about TVs and broadcasting. Also, stun guns.

'Tis Time for "Torture", Princess

(Ch 272) Don't tell me you never stubbed your toes so bad you were afraid of taking out the socks fearing an end of Akira scenario down there and got everyone around you concerned.

Monochrome Days

(Ch 21) of course the idea of Fudo working for Miake terrifies Wakaba, who with even all assurances this is just a temporary thing, thinks he's going to leave her for a more experienced mangaka, and Barazono, who loves a good challenge, even less surprisingly sees that as an opportunity for the first to train under top talent, and to light a fire under the later so both surpass the writing of Miake. There's a good educational bit here coming from a challenge Miake has for her staff: drawing classrooms, one of the most typical settings in manga. It explains succinctly but well how the large number of objects, perspective, materials, and need for consistency provide a challenge to the background artist, and later a reflection on that might be the reason the protagonist so often sits in the back or next to a window. Never thought of it in that way.

In other news...

Do you like hobby anime and shiny rocks? Here's the Summer show for you. Personally I can't wait until by the third episode it becomes a show about drift racing or something.

City the Animation gets a second trailer.

[witchyphoebe]

Happy Yule!

My first Yule as a witch! I wish everyone to get rid of negativity and bad things to fill your life with hapiness and joy as Nature fills herself with life and longer day light from now on <3 I'm not sure what ritual to accomplish for this longest night of the year, so I'm just gonna think about what I want next, and what I want to get rid of. And maybe light a nice candle :)

I have a friend who celebrates the winter solstice, and read a story for his children: It's in french so I'm gonna translate it in english, sorry if it's not like the one you would know in original english ^_^' (The french version is below the english version for those who can understand)

The Sun Bird

Once upon a time, there was a bird whose feathers were made of light.

When it crossed the sky, its spread wings lightened the world, and all the trees from Earth felt the soft warmth of its breath on their leaf.

It was named Sun bird.

Every day, the Sun bird circled the globe.

Trees were waiting for its arrival every morning, at dawn, and saluted its departure, every evening, at twilight.

When Sun was on the other side of the Earth, night fell and trees slept.

The Sun bird only lived to offer everyone its light and its warmth, but through the years, it got more and more tired.

"If I land just for one moment, said Sun, what would the trees become on the other side of Earth, too long deprives of my light?"

So, it kept going.

The more its trip kept going, the more distant its warmth became, and the days kept getting shorter and shorter.

Trees saw their leaf turning yellow, red, then fall, and snow covered their branches.

Soon, the nights seemed endless, and everyone were asking themselves: will Sun rise tomorrow?

One day of December, exhausted, the Sun bird landed on top of the only tree on Earth whose branches weren't bare: the fir.

As its last feather lights were fading out, Sun saw for the first time sky turning black and covered with many little sparkling lights.

And the tree said to the bird:

"Today, you are weak, because I fed from your sparkle during the whole year.

Today, rest under my branches, sheltered from the wind and cold, and tomorrow, the lights from your feather will come back, and with it the soft warmth of your breath, and trees will find their leafs back."

That's why, every year, when nights get longer and longer, kids decorate a tir tree hanging sparkling ornaments on their branches, and place at its foot, star-shaped biscuits

and a small glass of Calvados.

They know that during the longest, the coldest and the darkest night, Sun is resting.

And if we are lucky, maybe the bird will land on top of our tree, and maybe we will find, at the foot of our tree, in the morning, some light feather, and gifts left by the bird.

For it is from the embrace of bird and tree that the seasons are born, and that night comes after day, and day comes after night.

************** French Version below *****************

L'oiseau Soleil

Il était une fois un oiseau dont les plumes étaient faites de lumière.

Lorsqu’il traversait le ciel, ses ailes déployées illuminaient le monde, et tous les arbres de la Terre sentaient sur leurs feuilles la douce chaleur de son souffle.

On appelait cet oiseau Soleil.

Chaque jour, 
L’Oiseau Soleil faisait 
le tour de la Terre.

Les arbres guettaient son arrivée le matin, à l’aurore, et saluaient son départ, le soir, au crépuscule.

Lorsque Soleil était de l’autre côté de la Terre, la nuit tombait et les arbres dormaient.

L’Oiseau Soleil ne vivait que pour offrir à tous et toutes sa lumière et sa chaleur, mais à mesure que l’année avançait, la fatigue le gagnait. « Si je me pose, ne serait-ce qu’un instant, disait Soleil, que deviendront les arbres de l’autre côté de la Terre, privé trop longtemps de ma lumière ? » Alors, il continuait.

Plus son voyage durait, plus sa chaleur se faisait lointaine, plus sa lumière se faisait pâle, et plus les jours se faisaient courts.

Les arbres voyaient leur feuilles jaunir, rougir, puis tomber, et la neige recouvrir leurs branches.

Bientôt, les nuits semblèrent interminables et chacun se demandait : Soleil se lèvera-t-il demain ?

Un jour de décembre, épuisé, L’Oiseau Soleil se posa au sommet du seul arbre sur Terre dont les branches n’étaient pas nues : le sapin.

Alors que s’éteignaient ses dernières plumes de lumière, Soleil vit pour la première fois le ciel devenir noir et se couvrir d’une myriade de petits points scintillants.

Et le sapin dit à l’oiseau :

« Aujourd’hui, tu es faible mais je suis fort, car toute l’année je me suis nourri de ton éclat.

Aujourd’hui, repose-toi sous mes branches, à l’abri du vent et du froid, et demain la lumière de tes plumes reviendra, et avec elle la douce chaleur de ton souffle, et les arbres retrouveront leurs feuilles. »

Voilà pourquoi, chaque année, lorsque les nuits s’allongent, les enfants décorent un sapin en accrochant de brillantes décorations à ses branches, et posent à son pied des biscuits en forme d’étoiles

et un petit verre de Calvados.

Ils savent qu’au cours de la nuit la plus longue, la plus froide et la plus noire, Soleil cherche le repos.

Et si nous sommes chanceux, peut-être l’oiseau se posera-t-il au sommet de notre arbre, et peut-être trouverons nous au matin, au pied de notre sapin, quelques plumes de lumière, et des cadeaux laissés par Soleil. Car c’est l’étreinte de l’oiseau et de l’arbre que naissent les saisons, et que la nuit succède au jour, et le jour à la nuit.

How about you witch community ? What do you do for Yule ?

[ask-thenightstalker]

(Classic) Sooo.. explain why there's different versions of you running around suddenly??

“it’s her fault but i really don't mind my doppelgangers to be around here honestly”

[fait-the-witch]

Diana: So, who broke it? ... I'm not mad, I just want to know.

Fait: ...I did it, I brok-

Diana: -No, no you didn't. Brynn?

Brynn: Don't look at me. Look at Sidra.

Sidra: What? I didn't break it.

Brynn: Huh, that's weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Sidra: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Brynn: ..Suspicious...

Sidra: No it's not.

Ada: If it matters, probably not but... Petra was the last one to use it.

Petra: -Sigh- Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Ada: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee machine earlier?

Petra: I get the coffee beans to throw them at Fait, everyone knows that Ada!

Fait: Ok! Let's not fight I broke it let me pay for it hun.

Diana: No! Who broke it?!

Sidra: ...Diana... Mordex has been awfully quiet-...

Mordex: REALLY? OH MY GOD-

(And so everyone started arguing)

Diana outside of the room: I broke it, it burned my hand so I punched it.

A little something I did while I was bored in a Discord server hehe (btw hewwo I'm not dead-)//

[gryphis-eyes]

⊙ Know Thyself

Here we are, a very important topic, in the end how can you love someone you don’t know ? How can you trust someone you don’t know ? I think every journey around ”the self” should start here. Sure it’s nice to get advice from your higher self, it’s nice to hunt your shadow and tame it. But you ? Who are you ?

Remember it’s a general reading so take your time to see which part of your Pile is truly you and what is not you. This is also the first reading of 3 PAC about the different selves. I absolutly loved writing this pac y’all are beautiful people i need to say it ♡

⊙ Paid Readings

◇ TRIGGER WARNING : this reading might sound harsh especially the first part it can be a past energy for some of you.

⊙ Pile 1 - Things will take a turn

⊙ Pile 2 - What the black bird said

⊙ Pile 3 - Crotchet castle

⊙ Pile 4 - The blue bird

1. Things will take a turn

⊙ Who do you think you are ?

      Pile 1 you understimate yourself a lot, it’s like you’re only seeing your flaws. You’re really hard with yourself, one little error and that’s it you’ll start beating yourself i heard really negative things like ”insignificant”,”you’re ridiculous” you might overthink a lot before sleeping. It’s the 3rd point of the reading but i had a lot of messages about ”others”, your parental figure(s) weren’t the best and you end up being destroyed by that. A lot of your negative self talk actualy come from other voices but your overthinking and anxiety are making them sound like your own inner voice.

⊙ Who are you really ?

    Your negative attitude really hide something amazing, this 5 of cups was hiding the Chariot, the little mouse was hiding the golden egg, im using a deck with 2 additional major arcana and you got one of them, you are rare Pile 1. Your heart is made of gold and the cards are really showing me how other people made this gold so dirty you can’t see it’s real color unless you clean it (cut those useless toxic people from your life sweety). There is this inner passion inside of you that is showing me how much potential you have, the golden egg can become wathever you want, a bird, a moth even a dragon if you want ! You have all the strenght and talent you need to walk away from bad place and to pursue your passion and dreams. You are very creative and adventurous, once you’ll build this self confidence you are going to be invincible Pile 1, the cards are clear this confidence is the key.

⊙ What is blocking you from being your real self ?

I might repeat myself on this part since your cards already showed what the problem are. Your biggest blocage is this lack of confidence and behind it there are those evil voices that came from other people. What you need to do first is really understanding the fait that those voices aren’t yours and they are useless, sure you can sometime doubt yourself but you have to balance it with positive self talk. Stop beating yourself when you make a mistake and just sit down, take a time to break and look at what you can learn from it. Allow yourself to take a rest, don’t overwork yourself. Balance is the key.

2. What the black bird said

⊙ Who do you think you are ?

Your reading is special, your vision of yourself seem close to the real you but you’re seeing it in the wrong way. You think of yourself as a loner but not in a good way like The ugly duckling, you see yourself as ugly, unlovable maybe even selfish you might have been rejected in the past by someone who was important for you, im also thinking about bully. This past made you very distant from others you feel like you don’t belong to this world ? I got a lot of message about self image you might have body dismorphia or struggle to find yourself pretty.

⊙ Who are you really ?

Pile 2 you are actually a beautiful person i love your energy and the cards you had. You got moon goddess vibe you are mysterious, seductive and distant. I also have this image of the witch who is living alone in the forest. Beautiful and gracious are the words that come the most, you are very independant, people might need you but you don’t need anyone. You’re probably close to your spirit team they might be like a familly to you, i heard ”strong spiritual ability/instinct”, for those of you who want to start practicing witchcraft or any other spiritual stuff, you got a lot of potential, never doubt yourself in this area you are gifted. Some of you might even have a job related to this ? You’ll be your own boss for sure.

⊙ What is blocking you from being your real self ?

This bad vision of yourself seem to come from other people especially parental figure but it can be a lover or friend. It’s like you want to pursue something, you want to be yourself, you want this glow up but everytime you’re about to go do this thing you remind yourself about those negative thing people said to you. Im going to tell you something my guides told me once ” nobody is praising and encouraging you but it doesn’t mean you can’t do it”. I really understand you because it’s also my path in life, you are not rejected or ”just a loner” you are an hermit. Being like that doesn’t mean you are going to be alone forever but you have to take this period of loneliness to reflect on yourself. For the social part just remember ”quality over quantity”. Opening yourself to the good person can help a lot.

3. Crotchet castle

⊙ Who do you think you are ?

The message is kinda short, it’s like you’re seeing yourself as a loser, a failure i even heard miserable, unlucky like you are always walking under the rain.  I heard ”martyrdom”. You probably had a difficult past.

⊙ Who are you really ?

And here is the reality, you are a real warrior Pile 3. Sure for now you’ve only seen failure and loss but you were meant to survive those hard times and come back stronger, yes it’s litteraly character development. Your hardwork will pay off, all you need is to awake this warrior by finding your inner flame, what is making your heart beat. Once it’s done your determination will be like an unstoppable tornado ! You are a natural leader but at the same time you are stronger alone. Learn to become independant my dear knight, you are your own knight in shining armor.

⊙ What is blocking you from being your real self ?

When this inner flame doesn’t have a goal it become an uncontrollable fire and you end up burning yourself. You really need to work on your self judgement, avoid procrastinating and start making decision. Fear is stopping you from running freely. You need to stop comparing yourself to others, you don’t always see how much someone worked to be where they are now  see how much someone worked to be where they are now because once you’ll be were you want to be not everyone will see how much you worked for it.

4. The blue bird

⊙ Who do you think you are ?

You are so sweet and nurturing and you know it ! I love your energy. You are probably the mom friend or the chill one ! You might understimate yourself a bit, i heard ”you see yourself as a little lamb”. You are satisfied with what you have i also heard ”abundance”.

⊙ Who are you really ?

You really remind me of the mother archetype, deities who are associated with this archetype might be sweet and nurturing but they are also fiery and dangerous, just like nature. I mean you had the Tiger card, they are good mothers and leader but they are also very dangerous and ready to protect their territory. She isn’t a tiger and not a mother but it remind me of Sekmet. You decided to embrace your empress instead of your false self and i can see this wasn’t easy but you made it ! You are a warrior and a mother pile 4. I heard ”Freyja” very strong feminine energy here.

⊙ What is blocking you from being your real self ?

Are you afraid of your own power or your own anger ? It’s like you refuse to see this ”Sekmet side of you”. You might sacrifice a lot of thing for you just in order to keep this stable happiness. The issue seems to come from childhood, you might need to talk to your inner child or go to therapy it can help especially if you don’t control your anger. You can’t be all nice and good everyday, don’t be afraid to say no, i heard ”be a bad bitch, be that bitch” i was listening to a song and heard ”im a beatiful monster” . Shadow aspect aren’t evil, they are part of you. Anger isn’t a bad feeling, it’s nature, it’s protecting you and showing you when someone cross your boundaries. I also heard ”you can cry”, you might got into this toxic positivity in order to manifest what you want but even if you’re not seeing it now, it will eat you from the inside.

[rphelperblog]

A Serpent and Dove Quote Rp meme

“I was no one's sacrifice. Not then. Not now. Not ever.”

“There are some things that can't be changed with words. Some things have to be seen. They have to be felt.”

Love makes fools of us all, darling.”

“Why the heck is everyone in this kingdom trying to murder my wife?”

“Our lives reflect our hearts.” 

“Death couldn't take him away from me. He was me. Our souls were bound.” 

“Maybe men can learn a thing or two from women.”

No . . . this love was something else. Something irrevocable. It was something of the soul.”

“Such a love was not something of just the heart and mind. It wasn't something to be felt and eventually forgotten, to be touched without it in return touching you.”

“You're to be my wife."

" I suppose that means you'll honor and protect me, then? If we're adhering to the dusty old roles of your patriarchy?"

"Excellent. At least this will be entertaining. I have many enemies.” 

My little heathen.”

“I-I've never seen anyone savor anything the way you do everything. You make me feel alive. Just being in your presence - it's addictive. “

and I swear if they don't kiss soon, I will literally die.” 

Where you go, I will go. Where you stay, I will stay.” 

“Wicked are the ways of women—and especially a witch. Their guile knows no bounds.”

“I never said it was your god. Your god hates women. We were an afterthought.” 

“Un malheur ne vient jamais seul. Misfortune never arrives alone. —French proverb” 

“Idiocy is oft mistaken for sentimentality.

“Death couldn’t take him away from me. He was me. Our souls were bound. Even if he didn’t want me, even if I cursed his name, we were one.” 

“Because you aren't as stupid as you look.”

“There was only one way such a story could end -a stake and a match.

“Ran into the wrong end of a knife.” 

“If there was a God, he or she had a stupid sense of humor.” 

"I assume it involves kicking puppies or stealing the souls of children.” 

“If this woman is to be my wife,you will not touch her again.”

“You're playing with fire here. Sooner or later, you will get burnt.”

"I am a God-fearing Christian woman now--” 

“Our respect had once been mutual. But that was before the envy.” 

“our lives—the way we live, the things we do-they reflect our hearts” 

“Witches and people alike. One and the same. All innocent. All guilty. All dead.” 

“Love is nothing but a disease. This desperation you have to be loved - it is a sickness . . . it consumes you, weakens you.”

“But you should know,that if a man touches me in any way without my permission, I’ll cut him open.”

“I want to thank you- for everything."

I don't deserve you. I made a real mess of your life when I came into it

“Aren’t we all a bit wicked?”

“Yes! I set a warehouse on fire once. One match, and the whole thing went up like a smokestack.”

“You set a building on fire?” 

“not that I ever planned to have a husband. I’d be damned before chaining myself to anyone in marriage.”

"I look divine in everything."

“You’re my wife now, whether we like it or not. No man will ever touch you that way again.” 

“But the flames come first with the Church. Questions second. It’s a dangerous time to be female.”

“If she was destined to burn in Hell, I would burn with her.” 

“Would my soul remember him? “

“I knew who you were. I knew what you believed... and I fell in love with you anyway.” 

“You drink like a man.” 

“Maybe men can learn a thing or two from women.” 

“They might've been hypocrites, but I was the biggest one of them all.”

"I wouldn't, if I were you . . . You'll have nightmares for weeks.”

“Petit à petit, l’oiseau fait son nid. Little by little, the bird makes its nest. —French proverb” 

“From the dawn of time, this has been men’s plight—to be tempted by women.” 

“I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you need to look in the mirror. There's a special circle in Hell for liars and hypocrites, Your Eminence. Perhaps I'll see you there.” 

“I know you have a filthy mouth."

“Would you, oh brave and virtuous one stick your tongue down my throat and your hands up my skirt? My ass needs grabbing.”

“Her soul would take longer to cleanse than a normal person's.” 

“It’s not illegal, all right? Now move, or I swear to God, I will strip naked right here and dance the bourrée!”

“a wounded animal is a dangerous beast".” 

“There you are, it seemed to say. I didn’t think you’d come. - I promised to love and protect you.” 

“They might've all been hypocrites, but I was the biggest one of all".”

“What else was first love good for but bumbling hands and breathless discovery?” 

“That is love, to give away everything, to sacrifice everything, without the slightest desire to get anything in return.” 

“I won’t let her hurt you again. I’ll protect you. Everything will be all right.”

“I sincerely hope not. But I'd rather not talk about what happened. Not yet."

"And you're used to getting your way. I know you're vulgar and dishonest and manipulative-"

“two are better than one . . . For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow. But woe to him who is alone when he falleth, for he hath not another to help him up. And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him. A threefold cord is not quickly broken.”

“Watching her was strangely exhausting".” 

“You knew I was a snake when you picked me up".” 

“As they are now also your enemies, I must offer a piece of advice: 'tis dangerous to meddle in the affairs of witches. Forget your vengeance. Forget everything you've learned about this world of shadows and magic. You are wildly outmatched and woefully inadequate in the face of these women. Death is the kindest of their torments - a gift bestowed only to those who earned it.” 

“I knew I would remember him. I would feel his abscence even after death, would ache for him to be near me in a way he could never be again. This was my destiny-eternal torment.” 

[staysaneathome]

Let’s Meet At The Gathering of the Witches (2)

It takes the Strangerling a week decide on a name.

It’s a fraught week, with them frequently bursting in on Jon while he’s working on a personal project with crises of confidence, even shaking him awake in a panic on three separate nights. It takes him a while to calm them down every time, and his intense dislike of Nikola and Stranger Witches grows slowly but steadily with every incident.

But eventually they settle on one they say “feels right”.

Jon’s never had any real opinion towards the name Robbie, but he thinks that it could grow on him.

He also appreciates that they settled on it in time for him to make the final modifications to his personal project and present it to them.

“We’re going to be going to a special gathering soon.” He tells them as they stroke the material of the face mask he’s sewn them, fingers rubbing over the small embroidered Robbie on the inside seam. “The Witches’ Gathering, to be precise. Witches of every level and their familiars will be there, which means we can take you to meet the Grand Witch of the End. She’s an old friend, she’ll be able to ensure your safety and freedom.”

Robbie’s eyes are wide and focused as he continues. “However, that does mean that Nikola and others of her ilk will also be present. If you feel comfortable with chancing this, the mask should hide some of your more…discernable qualities, but only if you keep it on, stay close to me or Martin, and don’t draw attention to yourself. It’ll make you look more like an Eye Witch’s familiar, but that’ll fall apart if anyone investigates. Unfortunately illusions aren’t exactly my specialty.”

He watches them consider this, thumbing the enchanted fabric of the mask again while he gnaws on his lower lip.

“Well?” He bursts out, nervy and impatient. “If you don’t want to, it’s, it’s fine, you can stay here and keep that Damn Cow out of the garden while I’m away, but. But.”

Robbie looks back up at him.

Their signing is much more fluid with all the practice they’ve been doing.

Martin does not look as insufferably pleased as Jon thought he would when they meet at the Gathering.

Satisfied, yes, but not entirely content to be so. Jon ponders what this means.

Frey Lukas, on the other hand, is every bit as insufferable as Jon knew xey would be, all genial, superficial politeness like xir maddening buffoon of an uncle, if less practiced.

“Pleasure to meet you, Robbie.” Xey say, looking mildly distasteful when Robbie shakes xir hand vigorously.

“I like your mask.” Martin says kindly, making Robbie puff their chest up with pride and lift a hand to their chin to sign, “Thank you. Jon made it for me.”

Admittedly Jon is himself quite proud of how well the illusion turned out. Eye Witches can’t hide things like Dark, Fog, and Stranger Witches, can’t distort them like Spiral Witches can, but they can redirect attention, focus the eye (heh) on something other than the obvious.

In this case, the mask draws attention to Robbie’s eyes over the rest of their form, even somehow giving them the same all-knowing gleam Jon sees when he looks in the mirror.

“Are you ready to go, then?” Frey Lukas asks, drawing Robbie away from Jon.

Robbie looks back at him, mildly alarmed, and Jon finds himself reaching out to take hold of their sleeve. “What do you think you’re doing?”

That at least cracks the famed Lukas apathy, as an unsure look skitters across Frey’s face. “I. Um?”

“Jon,” Martin’s tone is exasperated, if fond. “They don’t allow apprentices and familiars into the inner sanctum while the main meeting’s going on, remember? They all have to wait outside until after.”

Something of Jon’s retort must show on his face, because Martin immediately says, “And it’d look suspicious if you insisted on staying out here with them, which is the last thing we want. Look, I’ll help you broach the topic to Georgie, and Frey will take good care of Robbie out here, I promise.”

Frey Lukas, Jon thinks mulishly, does not look nearly confident enough to be worthy of Martin’s faith. Still, xey give him a weak grin and a thumbs up.

Robbie stares up at Jon, nervous and unsure.

“There’d better not be a hair out of place on their head when we return.” He warns the little Lukas. “Don’t let them get, I don’t know, stabbed or anything.”

Not even twenty minutes into the Gathering, and Jon’s remembered why he hates coming to these things.

The Grand Witch of the Buried, Hezekiah Wakeley, and Basira Hussain, Hunt Witch, glare daggers at each other when they aren’t both glaring at Jon. The Dark’s Grand and lesser Witches have already extinguished all the candles in their corner with designs on the rest of them. The Grand and lesser Witches of the Flesh are trying to rope anyone not quick enough to escape into their argument over whether adults or children are more succulent. The Grand Witch of the Stranger, Nikola Orsinov, is in attendance along with the Witch who Jon Knows is Not Sasha James.

Elias is thankfully embroiled in a conversation with Grand Witch of the Vast, Simon Fairchild, and the fellow-apprentice-thief Peter Lukas, so Jon can hide behind Martin and avoid all attempts to catch any of his eyes as they make their way over to where the witches of the End are.

“Well, well, look what bad penny turned up.”

He has to resist the urge to audibly groan. “Melanie.”

The Slaughter Witch grins at him. It isn’t a friendly expression. “Jon. Heard you got yourself a familiar, at long last.”

Jon opens his mouth in instinctive denial, but is saved by Martin’s elbow to his side.

“Oh, ah. Well. Yes.”

Melanie surprises him by nodding, almost cordially. “Got one myself, recently. Ghost kid, but he’s taken to the Slaughter like nothing else. Alfie says he hasn’t seen anyone with so much potential since, well. Me.”

Georgie draws abreast of Melanie, resplendent in all her End finery. “That’s not what you were saying a few weeks ago. I seem to recall something about ‘if that floaty brat smashes one more plate’…?”

Melanie jabs an finger in a way that would surely mean a declaration of war between anyone else. “Yeah, yeah, well, we all have growing pains. And it was my good china too. What about you, Jon? Yours driving you up the wall too?”

“Ah.” Jon fumbles, casting about for what to say. “Nn-yes? Well, it’s not like they’re—? They could be. Tidier. And less…eager. I’m not sure they’ll be a good match for Eye magic, conduit-wise.”

“Oh?” Oliver Banks, End Witch, pipes up. “Well, sorry to hear it. You’re a good witch Jon, I’m sure you’ll find someone soon.”

Martin rolls his eyes with a nearly inaudible scoff, for some reason.

Jon tries for a strained smile, feeling oddly wrong-footed. “Yes, well. It’s not like they’re completely hopeless. Good at hunting. Bit too good, to be honest, lord I was getting worried about whether they’d wreak havoc on the local ecosystem for a while there. At least Robbie takes instruction well. They started out not knowing a, a mote of sign language, and now they can hold basic conversations! After only a few weeks of study. And, and they’re getting better at herb gathering, found a new strain of monkshood all on their own, they showed Martin, didn’t they, Martin? And—”

Jon becomes aware that Martin is subtly making a slicing-the-neck motion.

Everyone’s staring at him. Melanie and Oliver are blinking, nonplussed.

Georgie is smiling, for some reason.

“They sound wonderful, Jon.” She says gently. “It’s great that you’ve got a good familiar now. I’d love to meet them afterwards, if that’s okay.”

Jon has no idea what to say to that, but fortunately the meeting is called to order before he can.

This Gathering of the Witches is more of the same bickering and thinly veiled one-upmanship as the others.

The only thing of real note is that Orsinov complains of poaching over the Stranger’s borders, but Desolation Witch Jude Perry makes a remark about kindling that devolves into another argument.

By the end of it all, Jon’s head is throbbing and he’s eager to escape the pandemonium of the meeting for the relative peace of the outside.

They exit the inner sanctum to the sound of screaming.

Jon’s Eyes snap to attention and take in the facets of the scene:

The apprentice of the Dark, Callum Brodie, is flat on his back with a bloody nose.

A ghost who Jon presumes is Melanie’s familiar is floating in the middle of the fray, mouth open in a war cry as fragments of glass and metal fly at anything that moves.

The familiar of the Web has already been punctured by several of these, red bowler hat ruined, and Tim Stoker, familiar of the Desolation, has taken the opportunity to get a few blows of his own in.

One of the Stranger’s familiars, Breekon-or-Hope is rapidly sinking into the earth. The other one is being rapidly subsumed by butterflies, much like the apprentice of the Vast.

This predicament doesn’t seem to have stopped the Fairchild from trapping Julia Montauk of the Hunt in what appears to be zero G, judging from the way her face is going a purplish-green.

The apprentice of the Corruption is sitting on the floor, wailing as more and more butterflies pour from him in an unending flurry.

That awful familiar the Spiral was somehow hoodwinked into taking on is curled up on the floor wailing, but that’s not unusual behavior for Trexel Geistman.

Petra Ito, the Buried apprentice, has somehow ended up in the arms of Frey Lukas, both of them trying to stay out of the fray.

The Monster Pig which serves as a familiar for the Flesh is standing in the middle of it all placidly, untouched by the chaos.

Robbie is not nearly so lucky.

Jon’s eyes catch sight of them clutching at their chest and staggering backwards one, two, three steps.

They almost look surprised to see him as they’re swallowed up by a haze of fog on the fourth.

Compulsion magic runs hot and slick along Jon’s vocal cords, curls oily around his tongue, seeps into the gaps between his teeth.

Jon would be perturbed by how little he minds the overflow of power, but he’s too busy commanding everyone to “Stop.”

Everything freezes.

Even the Strangers, the Spiral and the Slaughter, which take poorly to any attempts at orders, are now stock still.

Jon advances, glass shards and metal fragments crunching under his boots. His march avoids the butterflies where they’ve fallen, paralyzed and quivering.

Frey Lukas currently bears a stunning amount of resemblance to those insects.

Xey’re physically taller than Jon and still holding the Buried apprentice in xir arms, but Jon wouldn’t be half the witch he is if he hadn’t learned how to loom over people regardless of height. “Where is my familiar?”

The little Lukas shudders, mouth opening helplessly. “I-I hid Robbie in the Fog! I only looked away a, a moment, and then everything was chaos, and, and I had to protect them but I wasn’t, wasn’t fast enough to stop—I’m sorry—”

Jon’s opening his mouth again, preparing to Ask, make xem Tell him exactly what’s happened here, when an even larger figure of fog pours into the gap between them, form taking on shape and color like liquid filling a mold.

The Grand Witch of the Fog, Peter Lukas, does not look very happy at all.

“I suggest you get your subordinates under control, Elias.” He says, blithe. “I’m sure it’d be upsetting for everyone if drastic measures needed to be taken for this slight.”

Jon can feel his face contorting into a snarl, the eyes he keeps closed in polite company Opening, compulsion pin-pricking his lips, sliding like honey and oil down his throat—

“O-oh, okay Robbie, easy there duck, gently now—oh. That is. That is a lot of blood, isn’t it.”

His eyes snap to the sound of Martin’s voice, drinking in the sight of him curled around a desaturated and silently shivering Robbie. The blood spilling between their fingers is ruby-bright compared to the rest of them.

And the sight of Nikola, leaning over the pair of them, person-shaped in only the loosest, most pantomime sense of the word with a ghoulish smile on her stolen lips.

“A quiet one, aren’t you?” She croons, menace in her bright tone. “Where ever did you find this one, Jonathan?”

Jon can’t answer, a wave of terror crashing over him and rooting him to the spot.

By contrast his eyes are clustering around Martin and Robbie, as if they can somehow keep Nikola from doing anything if there are simply enough of them watching her, watching them.

But he’s not Elias, can’t freeze people in place with his gaze alone, so all this means is that he has the perfect view of Martin’s breath hitching involuntarily, of his grip tightening, of Nikola’s smile widening, of Robbie—

Robbie is squirming, not quite pushing so much as wriggling around Martin to put themselves between him and the Grand Witch, stance set and glaring up at their tormentor with hard eyes even as they tremble.

A third eye opens on the bridge of their nose, just above the mask.

A fourth attempts to blink their fringe away from where it’s appeared on their forehead.

The fifth that’s formed between all four of them, huge and bulging and the color of Jon’s own, is easily the most unpleasant of them all.

Robbie’s extra eyes glare up at the Grand Witch of the Stranger, furious and protective.

The spectacle is enough to make Nikola draw back slightly, confusion plain on her face.

In fairness, Jon is quite confused himself.

Robbie’s mask is only meant to redirect attention, not allow them to sprout vestigial eyes.

“Well.” Elias’ voice is, as usual, both unwelcome and slimy, like vegetables left out to rot. “Regardless of where they came from, it’s clear this one can only be a familiar of the Eye. Now that that’s settled, I’d say there’s been enough ruckus for one day without causing any more casualties, wouldn’t you all?”

The good thing about Elias interceding is that everyone is much more willing to drop whatever matters are at hand in favor of picking them up later at a more discrete time and place, though Nikola is clearly very grudging about it.

The bad thing about Elias interceding is that in return for his help, Jon and Robbie now have to travel back with him instead of on their own.

His carriage is an old, ostentatious thing, eyes and mirrors decorating every facet so anyone within or without is always watching and watched, the subject of constant scrutiny.

Also the upholstery is the most lurid shade of green.

Robbie’s extra eyes are still very much present, much to their distress and Jon’s consternation.

“Hold—hold still—“ Jon tries to use his magic to dispel the eyes again, to no avail. It worked perfectly to heal up their wound to an angry red scab so why…?

Elias sighs, the same way he did when he first told Jon that Martin was lost to the Fog. “Take that mask off.”

Robbie jerks. Their hands tremble as they come up to unhook the mask, eyes darting to Jon pleadingly before squeezing shut.

Jon has the oddest urge to put his hand on their shoulder or something, even though he knows nothing he does will help.

It takes a moment, but after the mask comes off the extra eyes start to gradually shimmer, then melt away as though they’d never been in the first place.

“I thought so.” Elias says, smug even as Robbie begins patting their face to check whether anything else unexpected has sprouted there. “Really Jon, I can appreciate the spirit of experimentation, but did you have to use the Gathering as your testing ground?”

“What are you talking about?” Jon demands as Elias leans back, the very picture of satisfaction. It’s enough to make him almost miss the very early days of his apprenticeship, back when Elias seemed more concerned with concocting recreationals than with cryptic remarks.

“It’s really quite simple, Jon. It,” A lazy hand waved in Robbie’s direction, who freezes with one hand holding their nose and the other their ear. “Is a product of the Stranger, whose magic centers on illusion and mimicry. And you crafted an talisman imbued with the magic of the Eye for it, with the express purpose of concealing what it was from Orsinov. Really, it couldn’t have asked for a better template.”

Jon tries to follow the logic, brow furrowed. “So the magic…mixed, somehow?”

Elias sighs like he did when Tim gave himself to the Desolation. “In a sense. It would be more accurate to say that your familiar incorporated your magic into its mimicry of the Eye—or to be specific, of you as a Witch the Eye, in defense of itself and Mister Blackwood. It was only able to produce a throughly inadequate likeness, of course, but close enough to fool the uninitiated.”

Jon looks at Robbie.

Robbie looks back, shoulders hunched, still a bit pale from blood loss, and the mask somehow back on their face without him noticing.

“It’s fascinating of course. The extent to which the Stranger can mimic the abilities of other witches and various beings, and the limitations therein. Can’t be Unknown unless there is something to Know in the first place after all.” Elias huffs a laugh, like he did when news came that Sasha was now Not. “I’d investigate it myself, but well. You know how that turned out.”

Jon stares at his mentor and allows himself to simply hate. Just for a moment.

“Still. I did have a list of acceptable candidates prepared for when you began hankering after familiars and apprentices of your own, but as always Jon, you continue to exceed expectations.”

Elias leans forward, the glint in his eyes magnified and replicated tenfold.

“I can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.”

[upslapmeal]

The Halloween Apocalypse

It’s another series which means another batch of my episode thoughts brought to you at the request of nobody, allons-y!

Yaz when Karvanista is there: >:) we’re in control Yaz when Karvanista isn’t there: >:((( 

Yaz and Thirteen riding around on that snapped gravibar like witches on brooms, perfect for a halloween ep

good old Chibbers BIG TEXT

sinister digging Georgian: I think you’ll find I simply just have a bigger brain

ooh it even says flux in the title sequence

this is definitely also series 13 right? we’re not getting 11, 12, FLUX, 13?

tour guide Dan is reminding me a bit of tour guide Ruth

can’t wait for him to get to tour the universe

that skeleton man’s breathing sounds like an asthmatic pug

it appears skeleton man’s name is Swarm

“do not engage in conversation” 2 min later: engaging in conversation

oh are those two guards part of the Division that Ruth Doctor was in?

are they timelords???

ok skeleton man is now bling crystals skeleton man

and I see he is au fait with the earth tradition of trick or treating

oo er the TARDIS ain’t lookin too healthy

I like the projected circular gallifreyan display, is that new or have I just forgotten about it

Dan seems lovely, John Bishop gives him a great warmth

he feels very real, I’m enjoying his introduction

that dog reveal reminded me of I read in primary school called Muddle Earth where the cloaked villain was revealed to look like a teddy bear

these Jedi mind tricks ain’t working on Dan

lmao why haven’t we had an alien invasion on halloween before this is great

‘you don’t look anything like four bears’ pfffft

Thirteen about to wipe Dan’s laptop like she wiped Ryan’s phone

or...the laptop attempts to wipe out Thirteen

the master would be proud of that miniaturisation

surely the arctic circle should be darker at this time of year

hmm who’s the ‘they’ that promised this would never happen?

lol Karvanista’s distain for humans and then Dan is just having fun with it

oooh mysterious Claire, getting Blink Sally Sparrow vibes

I like Yaz’s concern for her

the TARDIS playing up like this kinda reminds me of Flatline

is that the chameleon circuit??

honestly this dynamic with just Yaz as a companion is already working better, and I’m enjoying her frustration at Thirteen

weeping angel! wasn’t expecting that straight in the first ep

man they still hold up as creepy

Claire if you need to blink just shut the door!!

aha this must be Vinder

aaand this must be the flux

outpost ROSE??

bling crystals shoulder pad skeleton man is back

and he has a sister! was she a chameleon-circuit memory wiped human?

‘a bone to pick’ careful with the dog jokes Doc

ooh Karvanista is Division too?

‘formerly PC Yasmin Khan’? so has she fully left then?

‘do things often go wrong?’ Dan mate you’re already kidnapped on a spaceship, let’s not ask about things getting worse

ooh more TARDIS door movement

‘I had a mate who had one of these, I think it was a bit bigger’ well that’s a reaction we’ve not had before :D

’30 trillion lightyears’ how far is that compared to where Ten and Martha went in Utopia?

oh we’re getting the sontarans in this ep too?

I’m on board with the more classic design, especially after so long of Strax being comic relief

I’m really loving the Doctor-companion dynamic between Yaz and Dan, it particularly shines when he gets that full view of the universe and Yaz guides him through it

ooh cloister bell time

‘I can feel the universe breaking’ is sort of the reverse of Nine’s speech about feeling earth move through space

bling crystals shoulder pad skeleton man is a Division Doctor enemy?? ooh this should be interesting

oh yeah I forgot about Diane but it seems bling crystals shoulder pad skeleton sister hasn’t

oh lol I’d completely forgotten about the Georgian diggers too until now

kinda feel like they and the sontarans could have done with being introduced next ep? since they haven’t really contributed anything yet plot-wise

Overall a very intriguing start! I’m enjoying the Thirteen/Yaz dynamic, Dan seems like a great addition and there’s lots (perhaps too much?) that’s been set up. I’m hoping this one continuous story plays more to Chibb’s strengths and I’m looking forward to seeing how it all fits together! And if Thirteen’s investigation of the Division means we get Ruth back at all then that would be *mwah* 10/10. Also I’m loving the northern/southern good/bad divide, should have known Karvanista would be good after all :D

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11 || funfair

~li’s notes~ this part is mostly a written one so are the parts coming which is why it’s not so long. It’s also the beginning of the new arc of this SMAU and I hope you’ll enjoy the first part of the drama yaaay 🥳

old times || 10 <-

-> 12 || funfair II

written part

“Yn ! Akaashi !” Your grey haired friend shouted from the other side of the road, waiting for the four of you.

“Nice to see you forget the best ones here” Kuroo pouted before embracing the guy standing. You were still intrigued by his last words. You greeted him in a friendly and so warm hug.

“So what is it ? What’s the surprise ?” You asked. In vain. The boy looked at you, eyes closed, arms crossed on his chest : he was absolutely not telling you anything and you knew that. Bokuto was pretty stubborn sometimes; actually everytime. But you wanted to spend a good moment in company of your 4 favorite guys and that’s why you chased this idea from your mind.

You were having fun with them but you felt something missing from you. Someone. And all you could think about was : did you need him, or him. Your mind started to ask himself tons of questions but your friend cut it off.

“Hey Yn, I’m taking Kenma in this haunted house thing d’you want to come with us ?” Kuroo asked, smirking and probably knowing which answer you were going to give him.

“Uhm no that kinda scares me actually haha” you answered and he clapped his hands in a loud noise making Kenma frown

“I KNEW IT !” He pointed his finger in your direction “Poor thing ugh you don’t know what’s funny. But don’t worry Yn one day I’ll take you into this” he showed the house behind him. Ghosts and witches were next to the front door

“Just go into this alone fucker”

“C’mon Kenma, let’s let the no fun people alone” he winked and left with the blonde guy who actually didn’t seem to be happy for this at all. The expression on his face was betraying him.

You turned to the other duo. Bokuto was like a kid, he was the Bokuto you always knew. Happy, excited and contaminating you with his joy. You smiled when you saw his face looking absolutely everywhere, and let out a soft laugh to Akaashi’s tired look.

“Akaashi I want us to do this together, please come with me” Bokuto exclaimed

The dark haired guy turned to you “I don’t know Bokuto-san, if I go with you Yn will be alone that’s not cool: let’s wait for Kuroo-san and Kozume”

Bokuto pouted before adding “but she can come too!”

You looked at the thing he wanted to do. “Bokuto, babe, there are only 2 seats I can’t come with you”

You put your hands on the two guys shoulders encouraging them to go “come on it’s okay I’ll go buy some food for us, have fun !”

“Yn are you sure ?” Akaashi asked, kinda worried to let you all alone. But you pushed them, smiling one last time before starting to walk to the closest food truck.

The funfair was loud. There was a lot of people and different musics but also children running in the gravel. You were trying to focus on your phone while walking when you heard it. The melody. You immediately recognized. You are unforgettable. This song. Your song. And Iwaizumi’s song.

You stopped for a minute, eyes focused on the locked screen of your phone. The reflection of the lights, of the moon; and the reflection of your sad face on the dark screen. You were thinking. Thinking about him of course but also thinking of the good moments.

It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you

You sat on the floor, holding your head between your hands and asking yourself what the fuck you had to do. And oh god you wished you went to that haunted house with your best friend and this idiot ex Nekoma’s captain. How you wished you imposed yourself to go on the ride with Bokuto and Akaashi. But instead you were sitting there, alone in the middle of the funfair.

“Already drunk? It’s only 10 pm”

“Ew poor girl” some girls laughed

“How pathetic”

You could hear from the people passing in front of you. How funny they were judging not knowing you were just thinking about your life. How funny they allowed themselves to have an opinion about somebody they didn’t know. How funny they were judging when you were maybe in danger and they didn’t even dare asking.

Anyways. You sighed. You were almost about to cry when the song ended. Another song started, but all you could hear at this very moment was a male’s voice coming from your left.

“Is everything okay ?” He asked softly

You were still sitting on the floor eyes looking down on the guy’s shoes, not able to raise your head, knowing it was someone you knew too damn well. It was him.

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[yandere-wishes]

Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders As French Expressions.  ⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️

🌹❤️ Riddle:  "Mauvais quart d’heure" This expression translates to "Having a terrible fifteen (quarter of an hour) minutes."  Technically it means to go through an embarrassing period of time, although it's short and forgettable, the fear of its sensation still lives on inside of you. I feel like this is actually a good representation of Riddle, who as we know, never really lets anything go and usually blows little, forgettable things out of proportion out of fear that they may violate one of the rules or come back to harm him. 🌹❤️ 

👑🦁Leona: "à la folie jusqu'à la mort" This one had a few definitions but the one I'm going to stick with is the one my grade 12 french teacher told me. The direct translation is "To insanity, until death" which is used to explain someone who drives themselves crazy to achieve a certain goal. Eventually, they may even work themselves to the point of death just to obtain the object of their heart's desire. This one fits Leona PERFECTLY because his literal only purpose in life is to outdo his rivals and become "king" whether it's to become the king of the Afterglow Savanna or the figurative king of the makeshift competition. Leona goes all out, driving himself crazy, putting others at risk, all for the purpose of gaining an honorary title. 👑🦁

🐙 🍟Azul: "Ce n'est pas la mer à boire", "It's not like you have to drink the ocean" an expression used to show that a task is not unaccomplishable. This one reminded me of Azul because 1) the sea (obviously) and 2) Azul always makes his contracts seem easy. A simple way to lure people in. Promising them what every they wish if they just do one small task for him! He's a nice guy, he's not asking them to do the impossible...  just retrieve an old school picture or sell him your voice, not hard at all!🐙 🍟

🧞🎆Kalim: "Plus ca change plus c'est la même chose" "The more things change the more they stay the same." This one doesn't really need an explanation because it's a commonly used expression in English as well. The reason this suits Kalim is because no matter where the poor guy goes there is still someone who hates him and wants to kill him because of who his parents are and how rich he is. Back in the Land of Hot Sands, assassins would constantly attempt to assassinate him as a way to get back at his family. Now things have changed, NRC is "a whole new world" but still, someone is trying to harm him...only this time it's the person he trusts the most...🧞🎆

💄🏰Vil: "L’habit ne fait pas le moine" "The outfit (robes?) doesn't make the monk." Just because someone is wearing "pretty" clothes or has a gorgeous face doesn't mean that they have a nice personality as well. Vil is the "fairest of them all" he's admired by almost all the Pomefiore students. Most of the teachers view him as an outstanding, hard-working student...but that doesn't make up for his shallow personality. He only cares about his looks and social image, not his actions towards others, or how his schemes may hurt the people around him. 💄🏰

💀💙 Idia: "Nostalgie de la boue" “Nostalgia that comes from mud" It's typically used to describe someone who lacks self-confidence or has been severely bullied and instead finds a sort of painful comfort in the taunts and degrading comments made by others. I think there was a second meaning for this one, which meant someone who finds comfort in depraved, grotesque, macabre things. Either way both these meanings very much describe Idia. He's been ridiculed so many times that he can't even speak about himself in a positive light. It almost seems like he relies on other's crude critiques to function. The second meaning describes his preference of staying in the company of robots and fictional video game characters as well as never leaving the gloomy comfort of the Ignihyde dorms. 💀💙

💚🧚‍♂️ Malleus: "Poète maudit". The direct translation is "a doomed poet” I'm pretty sure this expression comes from an old french book about a lonely poet who refuses to leave his home, not sure. The expression is used to describe someone who is talented but due to a very noticeable flaw in wither their personality or appearance is doomed to forever be an outcast. Malleus has horns that scare others, he's the grandson of the great witch of thrones, he's known as one of the most powerful mage. All these so-called "flaws" make him a social outcast, others fear him and chose to stay as far away from him as possible. He never really stood a chance, no one cares to look deeper and see the lonely prince who enjoys playing with his Tamagotchi. Instead, they cast him out of society, leaving him to his isolated existence. 💚🧚‍♂️

Bonus!

💖 💝Yuu: Deus ex machina. not a french word, (it's Latin deprived of ancient greek) it's a reference to a sort of unworldly power that changes the course of predestined events. Mostly meant to describe a convenient plot devise set to help flow the story when it gets stuck in a helpless situation. Yuu is literally THE MOST convenient plot device. they fix all the overblots, help around the school, remind Crowly to actually, you know, DO HIS JOB, so forth and so on. 💖 💝

[fait-the-witch]

"Oh dear! My scythe is covered with some sort of... Ice and black matter...?"

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Seven Wonders - Misty Day (AHS Coven)

Misty is my wife, no questions pls and thank you

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It had been a couple months since you learned that you were a witch.

It was tough at first, but then it became really fun, especially since you had the power to control the earth around you.

Misty loved your power, always asking for you to grow her favorite flowers or plants.

Everyone joked, mostly Madison, that you were flower children and tree huggers, but you didn’t mind. Neither did Misty. Both of you loved nature and animals, so it wasn’t really a surprise when you two fell in love.

The only problem was that the Seven Wonders would have to be performed in a few days, and it’s not that you weren’t confident, but you knew the history of how many witches died when performing in the past.

You didn’t want anything bad to happen to Misty.

You wanted to cast a protection spell, not just for Misty, but for all your fellow witches...even Madison.

Misty watched in childlike curiously as you hurried around your room, searching for your spell book and some candles and other supplies you would need for the spell to work.

“What’re you doin’, darlin’?” Misty voiced. “You’ve been running around all over hell’s half acre this mornin’.”

“I’m looking for my spell book.” You called out from across the room, neck deep into one of your dresser drawers.

“Well, hell, sweet pea, I’ve got it right here!” You grinned as she handed the thick book over to you. “I was doin’ a little reading and I forgot to give it back.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Thanks.” You placed a short kiss on her cheek and headed to the center of the room where you had gathered all your supplies.

“What are you trying to do?” Misty asked as you poured a salt circle around yourself.

“I’m casting a protection spell.” You said, starting to place five white candles in the correct position.

Misty furrowed her brows and tilted her head in confusion. “Is someone gettin’ hurt?”

You smiled slightly, flicking the lighter on and setting fire to the candles. “It’s to help us get through the Seven Wonders.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t really think I need help with that. Ms. Myrtle thinks I’m the next Supreme, ya know.” She giggled, bringing her favorite shawl over her shoulders.

“Yeah, and Cordelia says nobody should want to be a Supreme.” You frowned. “Plus, Snow is an old bat who can’t even see two feet in front of her. She wouldn’t be able to tell a Supreme from an acrobat.”

“Well, that’s kind of a rude thing to say.” She mumbled, fiddling with the end of her shawl.

“Sorry, it’s just, that witch bitch Fiona was supposed to find her successor before she kicked the bucket. We were never supposed to do this shit.” You huffed, turning the pages of your book until you found the correct spell.

“You’re scared?” Misty asked, but it was more of a statement since she already knew you were.

“I just don’t want to lose you...” You said softly.

Misty smiled softly, getting off your bed and sitting herself down on the floor next to you. “You’re not gonna lose me, darlin’. I’ll be just fine, and so will you.” She held your hand.

You tried to smile, but you still had a horrible feeling about it all. “Well, it still wouldn’t hurt to cast a spell.” You shooed Misty away from your salt circle, but she still sat across from you to watch.

You reached for your knife, bringing it up and slicing into the palm of your hand. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and clenching your bloodied fist, speaking the words to the spell. “Ut corrumpebent in potentia ad miracula septem Deus ut noceret mihi. Peto qoud sit verum et ad bonum omnium. Sic fait semper.”

You exhaled, feeling your blood burn your skin as you finished the spell. You opened your eyes to see Misty staring at you intently. “Well, did it work?” She asked.

“I guess we’ll find out.” You sighed.

“Well,” Misty scooted closer to you, wrapping your hand with a clean cloth delicately. “I’m sure everything will be fine even if it didn’t. Thanks for trying though.” She smiled.

You sighed dreamily. “You’re so good to me.” 

Misty crossed over your salt circle to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “That’s cause I love you.” She smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”

“So,” Misty drawled, still wearing a grin, “can you grow some of my flowers again?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Misty deserves all the love in the world