#fluffy bunny witchcraft

[samwisethewitch]

In Defense of Fluffy Bunnies, or Witchcraft in Times of Burnout

At the very end of 2023, I used my Christmas bonus from work to buy myself a tarot deck I never would have purchased six months earlier.

This deck was from a creator whose work I had really enjoyed in the past, but when I had looked at it earlier in the year, I'd had concerns that it was softening the meaning of some of the more "difficult" cards in the tarot. For example, The Hanged Man is replaced with "The Patient Witch" and Death is replaced with "The Broom." I'd had concerns that replacing these cards, which are traditionally associated with more dire or upsetting readings, meant the creator was trying to whitewash tarot into something cute and fluffy, sacrificing a lot of its depth in the process.

The deck is The Cozy Witch Tarot by Amanda Lovelace, and I'm so glad I gave it a try. This deck has an incredibly kind and gentle feel, but it is absolutely capable of giving serious readings. The depth of the tarot hasn't been compromised at all by Lovelace's changes, and her version's greater emphasis on agency and personal empowerment is exactly what I need in my practice right now. I use this deck to read for myself almost every day.

So what changed? How did I do a complete 180 in my thoughts on this deck in only a few months?

I've always been very opposed to "love and light" or "fluffy bunny" witchcraft. For those who aren't familiar, these are both terms used online (usually negatively) to describe witches who only do "light" or positive magic. According to the Witchipedia, "Generally, the 'fluffy bunnies' have based their practice on only the most delightful aspects of their spiritual path or romanticized, fictional Hollywood or literary accounts of witchcraft or Wicca." From what I can tell, this term came out of Wiccan Internet forums in the 1990s, and it refers to someone who dons the aesthetics and mythology of Wicca or witchcraft without actually engaging critically with magic theory. Fluffy bunnies also tend to focus on feel-good magic, at least according to stereotypes.

Similarly, "love and light" witches are known for only focusing on the lighthearted side of witchcraft. In an opinion article for The Wild Hunt, Storm Faerywolf writes that, "On the surface it seems harmless enough: a philosophy of love, kindness, non-violence, and a concerted practice of positivity." This type of witchcraft is very closely tied to the "spiritual but not religious" movement and borrows a lot of concepts from New Age spirituality, like crystal healing, the Law of Attraction, and chakras. While fluffy bunnies are very much a product of the 1990s, love and light witches are very much a product of the New Age boom of the 2010s.

I've been very vocal about my dislike for both of these types of witchcraft on this blog in the past, and I still 100% agree with Storm Faerywolf, who says in that same article: "But to assert that pain, and fear, and even anger are somehow less important than our joy, our courage, and even our love, is to do a grave disservice to our collective mental and spiritual health... groups that embrace this mode of thinking have effectively ensured that they can mutually avoid anything that might challenge their cultish mindset. Angry over injustice? You’re just living in a lower vibration. Afraid of contracting a deadly virus? You just don’t trust Jesus enough."

I think accepting and working with challenging emotions is an important part of what it means to be a witch. Spiritual bypassing and cries of "good vibes only" do more harm than good. But for a while I got so caught up in rejecting anything even remotely fluffy or love-and-lightish that I ended up with a magical practice that, to be honest, kind of made me miserable. And I don't think I'm the only one.

I spent a lot of 2022 and 2023 wrestling with injustice, both in my spiritual practice and in my personal and professional life. My practice is inspired by witches like Starhawk and Christy C. Road, and politics play a key role. Most of the spells I did in 2023 fall into the category of justice magic, including breaking family curses and hexing rapists. At the same time, I was working a series of direct services jobs that saw me working closely with homeless teenagers, domestic violence victims, and people battling addiction, just to name a few. And that's not even getting into my personal life and recovery as a queer, disabled survivor of abuse.

And let me tell you: By the end of 2023, I was fucking exhausted. I was beyond burnout. And I didn't even want to do magic anymore, because magic had become just another part of my life where I had to face the injustice and harm happening in the world around me.

I was in desperate need of some fluffiness, some love and light. And that was when I bought the Amanda Lovelace tarot deck.

I knew something had to change. In my burnout, I desperately needed to be tenderly cared for. I needed my spiritual practice to be a source of peace and comfort, not a drain on my energy. I needed to get out of the dark for a bit so I could remember how to see the stars.

What I've realized in the last few months is that yes, anger, pain, and fear are important in a balanced magical practice and a balanced life -- but joy, love, and comfort are equally important. And if you spend a lot of time in one part of your life dealing with pain and fear (like I do in my day job), focusing on love and healing in your witchcraft can help keep things balanced.

"Comfort" and "care" are definitely the keywords for my magical practice right now, and that means my magic looks a lot more fluffy than it has in the past. And that's a good thing.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 ����𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚

🌚guardians of the moon masterlist🌚

summary - logan howlett (the easter bunny) gets turned into a real baby bunny by an enemy, and her name is morticia addams (pitch black)

warning - swearing, dirty thoughts.

the gif and headers I use aren't mine, the gang is back!!

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“Turn me back, ya evil witch!” Logan screams in a high-pitched voice, throwing his fists toward the tall, mysterious black haired woman. His tiny bunny body hops up and down, moving closer to her until your hands swoop down and grab him, picking him up from the ground and holding him close to you. “Hey! Hey! Let me go! I can take her!” You scratch between his ears, causing his little legs to kick and his eyes to roll back. “S–stop, this is some witchcraft!” 

You giggle, shaking your head before looking up at the woman, giving her an innocent smile. “Hi! I’m Y/n or Mrs Claus! Who are you?” You ask with wonder, confused and slightly jealous of how beautiful this woman is. 

Morticia’s back straightens, and her eyes look you up and down before she gives you a slight smile. “Morticia, my dear. But many know me as Pitch Black.” You nod, subconsciously drooling at the slight of her red lips. “I see you know this… Pest?” 

“Hey! I’m no pest, you evil bitch!” Logan’s legs begin to kick again, fists waving in the air as he tries to punch. You cuddle him closer to you, placing a kiss on his head before looking back up at the woman and nodding to her question.

“Yes, this is Logan. He’s the Easter Bunny, but he, uh… He used to be bigger, I thought?” You look down at him, confused as to why he’s so tiny when not long ago he was large and splitting you open on his… Your legs squeeze together as you think back to that Easter, and you clear your throat, blinking the daze away from your eyes. “D–Did you do something?” 

Morticia nods, giving a soft smile. “Oh, yes. As I was saying, he’s a pest. I despise pests.” She waves his words off, no longer bothered to listen to his blabbering. “Why would someone as beautiful as you hang with this despicable creature?” Your cheeks heat up, choking on your saliva as the compliment slips from her lips so easily. 

Logan’s little eyes glared, his ears flopped, and his tiny fluffy white tail wiggled into your chest. You smile softly, continuing to scratch between his ears, unknowing of your husband and the elves entering the scene, standing to the sides. “Why, uh… Thank you, but he isn’t a despicable creature. He’s my friend, and I would really appreciate it if you turned him back.” You bat your eyelashes and pout, knowing that usually works on your men.

Morticia smirks. “Hmm, as cute as you are, my dear. I don’t think so. Goodbye.” She waves before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke, and Logan grumbles, hopping out of your arms and onto the ground.

“Great, fantastic. Now, I’m stuck like this.” Logan stands with his arms crossed, a grumpy look on his cute little face. You smile, cooing as you reach down and scratch his head, causing Logan’s eyes to roll back before he fights you off, swatting your hand away from him. “Okay! That’s enough!” 

Ari chuckles, looking down at his eldest friend. “Don’t worry, my friend. We will get you back to normal soon enough.” He walks over and wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss onto the side of your head, watching with you as the elves stalk toward the tiny bunny. 

“Pfft. Why are you so fat?” Lee grumbles, challenging the bunny. The elves eyes widen, and Logan looks at Lee with a glare. “What? Just asking a valid question.” 

Logan hops toward him, puffing out his chest to the smaller man. “Why are you so fat?” Gasps can be heard from the other elves, watching with wide eyes as they wait for a fight to break out.

Steve pouts. “Well… I think he’s adorable.” He gives a little smile to Logan. “Now that you are little, w–would you want to play with us? We got these cool mopeds…” Steve bats his eyelashes, pouting until Logan grunts and gives in.

“Okay, fine! I’ll play with you guys!” Logan turns to Ari and glares. “You better find a way to reverse this!” He stalks off with the little elves following him with excitement.

You look up at your husband with a smile. “You aren’t going to do that immediately, are you?” 

Ari squeezes your side, looking down at you with a soft smile. “Of course not. I’m going to wait it out for a bit. The elves deserve someone new to play with.” 

thank you for reading!

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[sianagrace]

Bedknobs and Broomsticks and the Beautification of War and Witchcraft: Siana’s Panel Presentation

Robert Stevenson and Ward Kimball’s 1971 fever dream of a musical combines action and animation, war and witchcraft, feminism and effemination, and a classic Disney fantasy touch. Based on the books by English children's author Mary Norton, the story follows Miss Price, the town's "crazy lady", "spinster", and secret witch, as she takes in three young siblings displaced from London during World War II. The four join with scammer/magician Emelius Browne to search for a spell that could “end the war”. Let’s take a closer look!

Narratives and Myths: The Disney-fication of Witchcraft

Stevenson and Kimball Disney-fy witchcraft through Angela Lansbury’s character, Miss Price. Storytellers throughout history often present witches as antagonists or villains: Hansel and Gretel (1812), Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs (1937), and The Sword in the Stone (1963), to name a few. Of course, by 1971, people worldwide could associate “Good Witch” with Glinda (1939), but she was not a catalyst for similarly-natured witches. Miss Price embodies a sense of normalcy and country charm that makes witchcraft seem more like a hobby rather than an all-encompassing characterization of evil. More broadly, Bedknobs and Broomsticks presents magic as realistic, providing the audience with an “anything is possible” mindset.

Depictions of Femininity and Masculinity: Just Feminist Enough

Being a witch simply slots into Miss Price’s identity: she is a single, private, middle-aged woman who lives alone in a large home fairly far from the town center. From our first encounter with her character, we can tell that she does not conform, and has no interest in conforming, to 1940s societal expectations regarding how a woman her age should present herself.

In her article “My Fair Lady: A Voice for Change”, scholar Marcie Ray notes that as America and Western Europe called in second-wave feminism, there came a filmic trend of musicals “[employing] the single girl character to depict the changing nature of (white) female sexuality” (293) as opposed to following a strict love plot. In a later section, “Eliza as the ‘Other’”, Ray discusses the tool of othering the lead female protagonist so she appears to have room for improvement, growth, and assimilation into proper society. Miss Price follows this formula, presenting palatable white femininity and feminism, but ultimately reverting to heterosexual expectations: Mr. Browne, once her anonymous professor of witchcraft, quickly becomes her love interest.

Aligning with the ongoing feminist movement at the time of this film’s production, Mr. Browne’s masculinity, and attached agency, come into question rather than being accepted as fact. His introduction in the film establishes him as a trickster, con artist, and coward. Miss Price turns him into a bunny multiple times, to which he replies “Miss Price, a word about your tactics: if I know I’m being changed into a hawk or a tiger, or something with a bit of flash, but always a fluffy white rabbit? It’s incorrigible!” This power dynamic cements Miss Price, and her playful, modern take on femininity, as the authority and lead throughout the film.

Class and Racial Subtexts: “Portobello Road”

The backdrop of World War II connects all the characters in this film through an environment devoid of abundance, and an expectation of having “less than”. Any hints of wealth or a British upper class can only be seen in what’s left behind during the height of the war rather than through individual characters.

The over ten-minute-long “Portobello Road” musical sequence demonstrates this time of unity through scarcity through color, music, and performance. The street, either through set building or editing, appears gray in itself and tinges everyone walking along the street similarly. This area of London feels communal and bustling while simultaneously being economically disadvantaged. The song, sung by all five of our lead protagonists and by the large ensemble, speaks of riches, fantasy, and possibility: the Portobello Road market is a symbol of hope, even if momentary and unfeasible.

There is little racial or ethnic subtext in this film - past, of course, the significance of WWII and all those groups ostracized, interned, and killed during the time. Portobello Road, however, curiously introduces a densely diverse enclave of London, including spotlight moments of Sikh soldiers, Scottish dancers, and Trini performers. Past their brief musical moments, we do not analyze or revisit these characters. We are, however, shown our five white protagonists interacting with these minority groups in a normalized, meaningful way: dancing, playing, and smiling alongside each other in this utopian street fair. This scene aligns more with the decade of the film’s production (late-60s and early-70s) than it does with the period in which it’s set (1940s). 

Significance to the Audience and Temporality

As briefly mentioned earlier, the character development in Bedknobs and Broomsticks is critical to ensure the comfort of 1970s audiences. Miss Price is just feminist enough, the children as just boisterous enough, Mr. Browne is just crass enough, and everyone is just poor enough. There are many things a contemporary audience can problematize about this film: Miss Price’s reverting to patriarchal expectations of marriage, love, and motherhood; the romanticization of war and, specifically, WWII; Mr. Browne’s sexist remarks about women's memories and professional capabilities. At its core, however, this is still a Disney fantasy with loveable, quirky characters, catchy musical numbers, and an entire additional animated world to fall in love with. There’s a steadfast formula that makes this film enjoyable despite its generational immobility.

Critical Discussion Questions

How do we create lovable characters whose backgrounds are classically/traditionally/stereotypically rooted in horror, antagonism, and/or villainy (ex. witches, con-artists, monsters)?

What generational differences do you see embedded in your film / what changes should/would be made in a remake?

Are love plots actually necessary to the plot of your film or other musicals? What would look different about the trajectory and public reception of the film without a love plot?

@theuncannyprofessoro

[leviathan-rofocale]

Some rough notes for my Vampiric Grimoire (planning stage) feel free to use and/or contribute your own perspectives.

"Energy vampire" is a misused term since all feeding in energy feeding, just in different forms.

So I've made some brief notes on Vampire subgroups I've made for a grimoire I'm planning.

🩸Sanguine vampires

Your blood suckers, these vampires need plasma (in small amounts) to access energy.

Since there's an abundance of literature on Sanguines, I won't reinvent the wheel here, however I'll remind everyone of the importance of consent & safety.

🍆🍑Tantric Vampires

Aka Succubi & Incubi.

Similar to Sanguines, however they feed via different bodily fluids.

The main difference between Tantrics & Psi Vampires (to be covered below) is their need for erotic contact & fluids.

Again, remember consent & safety.

Unawakened tantrics may engage in hypersexual or sex-addict like behaviours.

💔 Emotional Vampires aka Emphatic Vampires

These are usually mixed up with Psi/Psychic vampires as the latter can feed via emotions, in a limited capacity.

The best metaphor for these guys is the movie Monster's Inc. & how the factory converts screams (& later, laughter) into energy.

Emotional Vampires may feed by deliberately triggering people however many discover pleasant ways to feed such has becoming comedians or musicians.

Also typically found in Political & public speaking careers.

They also make great trauma counsellors.

They can feed in a similar way to Tantrics, however they end up getting really hurt and/or manipulating others when hungry...

🔮 Psi Vampires aka Psychic vampires, Pranic Vampires, Strigoi

We're the energy omnivores in that we can feed in the same ways as other vampires however these other methods aren't as effective.

The downside of this is it can take us longer to awaken as Vampires, we may get caught up in the "fluffy bunny" (the love & light toxic positivity) community and/or end up going through hypersexual stages like our Tantric kin.

Unlike Tantric Vampires, we can feed via online interactions & be fairly satisfied.

We best feed when close to someone we can establish a link with, physical touch can also enhance this.

Unlike others, we can distance feed either astrally or via meditation though this takes discipline.

Similar to emotional Vampires we can feed from crowds, though we send out our "tendrils" to nibble from the crowd's auras.

This isn't as effective as "deep feeding".

We can benefit from learning Reiki & other energy work however we must be careful to avoid unawakened vampires who work in those fields.

Feng Shui is critical for our living spaces & we benefit from learning what our Ayurveda Doshas & Humors (Greek medicine concept) are, adjusting our physical food diets according to those.

Unfortunately we are probably why it's believed that vampires burn in sunlight since we are especially sensitive & weakened by the sun & sensitive to other weather events due to the type of energy involved.

That said, due to our relationship with energy we are especially good at Weather Manipulation, witchcraft & energy healing.

While we may be drawn to careers in healing, we're often found in toxic workplaces due to our ability to feed from & transmute negative energy.

While we CAN feed via emotions like our Emphatic kin, we can become really unwell if force fed large amounts of negative emotional energy, e.g. people in crisis.

📝 Note on naming conventions;

I'll eventually expand upon these in my personal grimoire, and once digitised I can make it available either as a Google doc or even a Tumblr post.

I plan on updating the naming conventions to be more accessible to wider audiences

ie each "type" will be given a plain English name, an "old country" name inspired by old myths & a spiritual name for those more accustomed to spirituality.

E.g.

Psychic vampire naming conventions might resemble

Psi Vampire (Plain English)

Strigoi (Old country/mythos)

Prana Vampires (Spiritual)

The fun challenge will be creating a 3-name system for Sanguines 🩸🧛‍♀️

Art by Justin O'Neal.

[star0mania]

Creepypasta OCs

Name: Bethany

Gender: Female

D.A.B: 10/05 (unknown year)

Zodiac sign: Taurus 

Nicknames: Big sister Beth (preferred name) Bethy 

Sexuality:  Omnisexual 

Disorder: ADHD

Personality: kind, sarcastic  grumpy (at times) funny  chill  protective brave honest adventurous Tomboy-ish secretly caring loyal

Species: half demon half human

Cause of death: was burned by her bullies

Age: 27 

Age of Death:  17

Looks:. human Sandstorm from Warriors 

Creepypasta name: The Raven 

"You're not what I thought you'd be...."

Crush: Main: Liu Woods

Relationship trope with crush: Allies to friends to lovers

Relationship Variant/s: Hanna x Caleb (PLL)

Ship song: Can't Stop Singing

Pet: Sanna (aka Moody pup)

Powers:  teleportation witchcraft  telepathy  floating

Flaws: can be social awkward at first and have social anxiety. She also act like a cat sometimes

Weapons: bow and arrow, knife, gun

Likes: her friends, playing her electric guitar, her band, playing with her puppy, horse riding, reading

Dislikes: losing the ones close to her, banana's, spiders, water, fire

Voice Claim:  K Howard from Six

Fun Fact: she is in a band and is the lead electric guitarist 

Does she kill for fun: sometimes but mostly she just lets others kill cuz she really doesn't care

Does she live in the mansion: yeah

Proxy or no: Proxy

Occupation: Band Member Criminal  Subway Worker(formely-fired) Killer

Friends: Sally Ticci Toby Jeff the killer Your oc Jane the killer Smile Dog Slenderman EJ Clockwork Zero LJ Masky Hoodie Ben Drowned Liu

Enemies: Zalgo Her bullies

Backstory: She never knew her real family because she was adopted by Miley, a sweet farm lady who was looking for company. Bethany started helping around the farm at the age of 8. When she was 6 years old she started going to school and that's when she met Toby. She started to stick up for him and that's how they became friends. When he left school she became alone and was teased and abused by her bullies. When she was 17 years old the bullies thought it was funny to tie her up on a tree and light her up to see if she would survive because she was a half demon. They tied her up and burned her but she died because of  the loss of breathing and of the flames. She meets Toby again and they started to hang out a lot

Weapons: A bow and arrow A knife A gun

Family: Jenna- (lil sister) Melody- (lil sister) Samuel- (foster dad) Maddie- (foster mum) Sanna- (dog)

IRL faceclaim:

Kid/Teen:

Adult:

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Name:  Peter

Gender: Male

D.A.B: 25/06 (unknown year)

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Nicknames: Pete Peter Pan Dumbass

Sexuality:  Pansexual

Disorders: IPD (Immature Personality Disorder)

Personality: kind sarcastic grumpy (at times) funny chill protective brave adventurous loyal Childish

Species:  Human Ghost

Cause of death:  Suicide

Age: 24

Age of Death: 15-16

Looks:

Past/Alive form:

Current:

Creepypasta name: The Corpse

"Repeat after me, we can fix this together!"

Crush: Ticci Toby 

Relationship trope: Introvert x Extrovert The Sun proposed to the Moon Mutuals x Friends x Crushes x Lovers

Relationship variants: Luz x Amity (TOH) Adora x Catra (She-Ra) Denki x Shinsou (MHA) Kai x Adam (The Hollow)

Ship song: Talk too Much

Pet: A bunny named Fluffy 

Powers:  Floating through walls Ghost powers telekinesis  Can blend in with humans

Flaws: can be too much sometimes Can annoy people Naive 

Backstory: TW: Mention of abuse and suicide Luca was born to a toxic family, the mom called Sade and the dad called Calvin. They were extremely abusive to him so the only friend he had was a bunny named Fluffy. He had no friends at school and was pretty much lonely. He always dreamed of running away and starting a new life with Fluffy by his side but sadly, that never happened because when he was 15-16, he was forced to smoke from other kids and when he got home, he was too scared to tell his parents. When the abuse got so bad, he let Fluffy in the wild and comitted suicide by sh00ting himself. A few months later when he was by himself with Fluffy, he got found by Toby and he took him with him and they became friends and soon lovers.

Weapons: knife  gun

Likes:  his friends playing with Moody Pup horse riding  reading Drawing

Dislikes: losing the ones close to him Porridge   fire

Voice Claim: Carlos De Vil

Fun Fact:  He has the mind of a child

Does he kill for fun: sometimes. He uses the advantage of his human form to kill.

Does he live in the mansion: No

Proxy or no: nah

Occupation: Criminal Killer

Friends: Sally Ticci Toby Jeff the killer Your oc Jane the killer Smile Dog Slenderman EJ Clockwork Zero LJ Masky Hoodie Ben Drowned Liu

Enemies: Zalgo His family

Family: Sade (mother) Calvin (father) Fluffy (bunny)

Adoptive family: Ghosty Lucille (adoptive mom) Ghosty Claire (adoptive mom) Juliette (adoptive sister) Dante (adoptive puppy)

IRL faceclaims: Kid/teen:

Adult:

[dangertoozmanykids101]

Which comes first: The Science or The Fiction?

You gotta love when fiction ignites innovation. Doesn't The Original Star Trek Series get credit for several technological advances inspired by the show?

It's just as exciting when modern day scientific breakthroughs send your brain reeling with more creative juice than a bunny farm in the spring time.

BRING ON THE PLOT BUNNIES!

Prompt time: Look what I came across today.

That's right. Let's look at the scientific breakthrough where plastic artificial wombs are saving premature lambs. Using this to help premature human babies is an exciting hope and dream that's not as far off today as it was yesterday. Wow! Right?

NOW LET'S IMAGINE FURTHER.

Spring will be coming soon for the Northern Hemisphere, so let's get hopping and talk about making babies!

Then Autumn is just around the corner in the Southern Hemisphere, right? Are ya ready to start harvesting all those seeds and wild oats sowed several months ago?

I love the way Kaila Hale-Stern's brain works when presented with scientific news as this. Quoting the article I linked to above:

"The possibilities and ramifications therein are endless in terms of reproductive rights battles, infertility, surrogacy, maternal death rates, adoption—I could go on pretty much forever. If you could grow your baby in an artificial environment under ideal circumstances, would women choose to give birth naturally anymore? Would this become another province of the wealthy, already a concern in countries where surrogacy “farms” are the rise and childbirth is being “outsourced”? Would there come to be a cultural divide and battles between “old-fashioned” vs. “artificial” births? So many questions. BRB I’m pitching this TV show to Syfy."

Fun, right? This could be fascinating! NOW...

KEEP GOING. MORE BUNNIES!

I would LOVE to know what any of y'all might come up with. In fact I dare you to read this article and NOT have at least a couple baby plot bunnies start thumping around in your head begging for attention.

Dramatic, heartwarming, tear-jerking, sad, stressful, infuriating, inspiring, exciting, stimulating, arousing, kinky, scary, cheery, funny, dark, soft dark, suspenseful, thriller, terrifying, horrific, encouraging, adorable, fluffy.... ANY genre! ANY trope! ANY tone. ANY mood. ANY flavor.

Yep, one of the hops my plot bunnies did was wondering about an adult size womb. This sent my mind in the direction of sensory deprivation chambers with nutrient exchange for long term stasis. For Short-term or Long-term confinement. Latex and rubber kinks come to mind, of course. There are always plenty of full bodysuit images on the internet in a full range of colors. But don't mind me. Hope this didn't lose people. I'm just trying to illustrate possible extremes of the many many ideas some of y'all might come up with. There are wild kinks out there.

But also consider life support systems for space travel, storage, shipping, cloning, boy-in-a-bubble scenarios. Maybe an alternative to cryogenic storage. Matrix type of tropes. Genetic wars. A/B/O political conflicts or extinction prevention solutions. Medical drama, mad max, apocalyptic ramifications, utopian, dystopian, alien, modern day, futuristic, victorian medical steampunk innovations, mad scientist experimentations, fantastic fantasy witchcraft mixed with modern medicine, collector preservation specimens, genetic experimentations or manipulation. Political issues, religious issues, ethical issues, moral issues, big picture discussions, individual POV stories. Fertility problems. Society norms. Societal evolution. Breeding kink. Family starting. Genetic survival.

I think I'm starting to repeat myself. Oops.

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I just tagged a handful of friends I thought might find this interesting or even Inspiring. Or maybe they'll just get a kick out of the random stuff I post? Give me a holler if you'd rather I not tag you, or if you'd like me to tag you. (I'm not too organized, but I can try.)

[tyetknot]

Treading The Mill Tuesdays Chapter 7 – Approaching The Powers – Part 2 and Conclusion

Chapter 7 – Approaching The Powers – Part 2 and Conclusion

Introduction | Hallowing the Compass | SpellCrafting | Censing the Sacred | Entering the Twilyte pt 1 | Entering the Twilyte pt 2 | SpiritWorking pt 1 | SpiritWorking pt 2 | Approaching the Powers pt 1

Hello dears! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? The only defense I can offer is that I am sick and fucking tired of this book and Nigel Pearson and his bullshit. I’m tired of it, but I’ve got some free time and I want to see this nonsense through to the bitter end. So let’s get started.

Pearson now turns his attention to the Goddess.  He opens this section with a five-stanza poem/hymn/devotional piece which I wouldn’t consider out of place in any of my rituals. After this he once again has to stop and tear other people down:

“The Goddess, as perceived in Traditional Witchcraft, is not the “Triple Moon Goddess” of Robert Graves’ “White Goddess”, so beloved of modern pagans and Wiccans. Neither is she solely the fertile Earth Mother of so-called “Neolithic” belief.”

Venus figurine found at Çatalhöyük in 2016

I am sure you will be absolutely shocked to see that in the next few pages Pearson describes a divinity who is curiously similar to the capricious and cruel deity Graves depicts in The White Goddess. He sort of flip-flops around a bit, and uses phrases that readers in classical mythology will recognize – there are snippets of the Cyme Aretology of Isis, the statue of Isis at Sais, the Fates, and others. He also says:

“No one depiction of the Goddess can fully express Her powers and nature but Her essence exists in all the goddesses invented by Man – for all have been.”

This sort of flies in the face of his earlier complains that only idiots believe ‘All gods are one god’, but consistency has evidently never been one of Pearson’s virtues. He also states “it is from her that we all issue and to Her that we shall all return at the end of times” which sounds perilously close to that line from the Charge of the Goddess: “From me all things proceed and unto me they must return.” Funny how that keeps happening! He complains again that “She bears little resemblance to the bright, loving, and caring Goddess of modern pagan practice.” Sorry folks! Your Goddess just isn’t edgy enough!

CRAWLING IN MY SKINNNNNN

Pearson states that there are two titles for the Witch Goddess, the Great Queen and the Black Goddess. Let’s take a look and see what he says:

The Great Queen

This is a deity of “Life, love, sexuality, death and the Land”. I’m not really sure how this is different from how many modern pagans view the Goddess, but OK, sure, whatever. She is concerned with things that pertain to being alive. Pearson’s descriptions here really remind me of The White Goddess, in that Gravesian “The goddess fucks you and then destroys you” way, up to and including a comparison to the sow who eats her own farrow. ”To feed and nurture her cub, the vixen must kill the fluffy bunny and present it with blood-stained muzzle.” The fluffy bunny. I’ve been saying this for years, but it bears repeating – a lot of traddies really, really remind me of the kind of person who spent a lot of time yelling that fluff-bunnies would be the death of Wicca back in the early aughts.

He also identifies the Great Queen with the Land in the same way a lot of books associate a queen with the land, you know, like you read in books on Celtic mythology, but also identifies her with the inexorable forces of nature.

Next Pearson presents an exercise to form a relationship with this aspect of divinity, which he calls ‘Addressing the Dame.’ The title of this makes me want to scream for reasons that will be obvious to anyone who has been reading my Tumblr. It entails making a sort of image or representation out of found natural materials in which the spirit of the Great Queen may dwell to which one may make prayers or petitions (but remember, as he mentioned earlier, witches do not worship deities). Once the framework of the representation is done you make regular trips to gather more materials to add to it, veiling it with a black cloth between trips. After a year and a day the work is completed and you will have a finished link to the Great Queen in all her faces and aspects, as it were, collected over an entire cycle of the seasons. He stresses that this should not be undertaken lightly (which is correct) but I feel like there should be some instruction on what to do if the image needs to be taken apart or destroyed for some reason.  It’s not a terrible idea, but he also doesn’t give many suggestions for what to do with this (should it be veiled at all times, for example?) but I feel like it would be an interesting exercise were it fleshed out a bit.

The Black Goddess

This aspect of the Goddess functions more as what I would say is more like modern pagan views of the Crone, the mysteries of the night, the Underworld, the spaces between the stars (mostly void, partly stars) and behind the Moon. He provides a description of a spiritual experience he had during the contemplation of the Black Goddess.

Pearson also states that the Black Goddess is the one who creates “the next shapes of force to be unleased on the world.” She is also a deity who makes magic work, if I am reading this correctly – “It is to this aspect of the Goddess that we appeal for any of the grand magics, the great life-shaping and life-changing works that we would attempt. These are not to be approached without great consideration and meditation beforehand but, when we are certain that it is the right thing to do – and Traditional Crafters do meddle and change things – then it is to the great Black Goddess that we apply for the permission and power to carry out the work.”

I’m not like other girls. I meddle and change things.

We are also presented with an exercise meant to form a connection with the Black Goddess and also find out where your life is going. This involves constructing a threefold Circle of salt, ashes, and a mixture of water, wine, vinegar, and salt, addressing four aspects of the Black Goddess at the four quarters, consecrating water, and then scrying into it. It’s not a bad working!

Next up is a section titled Approaching the Power. This is a place where Pearson contradicts himself quite a bit, saying that some witches actually do believe that the God and Goddess come from one ultimate Power, which he suggests could be a Goddess who birthed the one he calls the Goddess, a sort of primeval creatrix like Chaos. Alternately, some may view this ultimate Power as the witches’ Devil, a being of rebellion and cunning and disorderliness. And yet some may view this Power as a union of the God and Goddess, which he describes in fairly conventional heterosexist terms. Nevermind that earlier Pearson shit all over Dion Fortune’s ‘all gods are one god’ maxim. Like I said, consistency is not his forte.

He also seems to believe that Traditional Witches existed historically: “Certainly they gathered together upon occasions when fellows were known in the vicinity and certainly they swapped lore and instructed each other in their individual ways of knowledge.”

He points out that dedication and initiation are separate things (correct) and provides a ritual for self-dedication. This is not a process I can disagree with! Initiation, as he states, is something bestowed upon you by another, be it a group of people you are joining or a spiritual experience. His self-dedication ritual contains elements that will be very familiar to anyone who has read anything on the subject – blessing with the four Elements, quarter calls, making a declaration of dedication. His ritual has some actions and language clearly borrowed from trial records from the European witch hysteria.

The closing of the ritual is conventional, and at this point he ends the book – no further information, no afterword or conclusion. Our long national nightmare is over.

Conclusion

It’s over! It’s finished! I finally got around to completing my chapter-by-chapter teardown on this shitty, shitty book. I don’t like his writing style. I don’t like his bad editing. I don’t like Pearson’s bad habit of making portentous, ominous statements with no follow-up, explanation, or further detail. I don’t like his shameless pillaging from other writers, the complete and total lack of footnotes and sources, or his constant whining about how awful those Wiccans are while lifting ideas, ritual practices, and theology from the religion wholesale. I’ve said it before and it bears repeating – there is nothing in this book that would be out of place in a conventional book on Wicca, nothing.

I’m still angry that some old fart Gardnerian Third Degree who had been initiated by Buckland who I met in the old Witches’ Chat Network chatroom spent so much time verbally fellating this book, to the extent that I actually found a copy of it, because this book sucks. It is tepid, bland, very pedestrian writing, and while it has some actual rituals and workings in it, the way that they’re presented and the pointless ramblings and incessant whining about other pagans that fills the pages between those rituals and workings made this an unpleasant read. Should you purchase this book? No. Should you illegally download this book mysteriously find a .pdf of it on your computer somehow? Also no. There are infinitely better books out there that won’t be as much of a waste of your time.

Consumnatum est.

[torque-witch]

combatsncupcakes

@torque-witch have you ever heard of a witch having a pull to one path, but no affinity for it? I'm a fluffy bunny and identify strongly with crystals and herb magic- I think I've only had one spell work in that vein and many more that have backfired (thankfully not high stakes ones!). How do you find the right path when it isn't what your soul calls for?

(a reply from the other day)

So I suppose there are various ways to address this particular question, but yes I wouldn’t necessarily call it an unusual problem or situation. I think this really depends on the amount of time you have spent practicing witchcraft so far, and also your worldview. 

If it hasn’t been that long, it’s possible that you just need more time to hone your skills, do some more reading, practice whatever techniques you are using, look up different methods within that particular path, etc. A lot of us, even years in, are not masters by any means, and we do mess up or have outcomes that weren’t expected. Something I’ve learned over the years here, is that the most important part of spellwork is precision. If you need a very specific outcome, you need that to be a part of the work and intention. Specifically with more “fluffier” magic (which is totally valid and real) I see a lot of spells being shared that are just general intentions. These are meaningful on their own, but your situation might require more work being put into the spell ingredients, intention, ritual etc. to get the outcome you desire. I firmly believe that you can get better at anything you practice consistently, but we all certainly get impatient or don’t want to or have the time to tweak things to their best presentation. Perhaps you just need to rethink how you are approaching working with crystals and herbs, or simply take some time to step back and absorb more information and theories. I don’t think it means that you need to stop pursuing what you enjoy.

And really the worldview aspect of this simply means that you might need to shift or reflect on *why* you feel this way in order to keep moving forward. I know for me, I grew up with the idea that my path was already chosen for me, or that everything happens for a reason, or my choices will still always lead to the same place, etc. But at the end of the day, my life is completely different now and doesn’t align with the person or choices that I made before. We can argue all day about how that might be how I came to my *real* path, but what about when my life changes again? And again? Know one knows the true nature of living and our paths, so I think you would be okay to give yourself some room to make your own decisions and commit to something even if it feels difficult, frustrating or not right. You are ultimately allowed to make that decision and follow it through to wherever you end up. If you eventually choose a different path, then so be it. But that doesn’t mean you were a failure in the meantime. Give yourself some grace to be bad at something, and time to process and understand what you are capable of. 

I’m not sure if that helps at all, but I do know that you are not alone. We all suck at spells for a bit. Sometimes connections are hard to make when we are all dealing with other stress, capitalism, families, etc. Make the most of your experience and continue where you feel you should be. 

Best of luck!

[coffeefrenchandhistory]

WIP Tag

Tagged by the inimitable, incredible, absolutely badass @artemisia-black (and if you haven't read her fanfics, I need you to go and stop reading this, READ HER WORKS, and then come back to me. I can wait).

List the titles of your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

So many WIPs so little time.

Living A Nightmare. A Wrong Boy-Who-Lived!Neville fic where things go so, so much wrong for Harry. Features a pseudo-aunt/parental figure Bellatrix Black, a Harry who is far darker than canon, and Luna Lovegood as Harry's only friend.

Blackborne. Sirius has a son fic, Leonis Alphard Black. I've been working on this on and off for months now, rewriting and everything. Will span all 7 years and there will be parallels...

Witchcraft In Your Lips. My first time writing fluff and romance. Harry goes after Lavender to apologize for Hermione being so damn insufferable in 3rd year when Lavender finds out her pet bunny died. Wholesomeness, fluff, Harry/Lavender.

For Living A Nightmare: Harry starts his 6th year, Neville goes deeper into the rabbit hole of trying to prove Harry is a murderer, and there are power-plays in Slytherin

Blackborne: I've written and re-written this so many times. But I want to get it right. I want Leonis to feel as if he is a natural part of the world, and getting the Blacks (because they're still there, with Leonis the best hope for The Constellation) right.

Witchcraft In Your Lips: it's difficult at best to get Lavender right, and to get the fluffiness level balanced. But I'm excited for this because I've slowly gotten into the idea that Harry needs a better gf than Ginny and Lavender would be the perfect one for him.

I have no idea who to tag.

[thenightling]

A very abridged explanation of the controversies surrounding Wicca:

Wicca was made an "official religion" in the UK in the 1950s when witchcraft was finally de-criminalized. It was the first legally recognized Neo-Pagan religion by the UK government. It spread fast to the US in the 60s and 70s but wasn't officially recognized by the US Military as a religious option for soldiers until 2007.

The word Wicca is old English for masculine witch. Wicce is the feminine. They were pronounced as Witch-ah, and Witch-uh, which eventually became the word Witch (and was intended to be unisexual). But the modern word for the religion "Wicca" sounds more like Candle Wick. Wick-a.

The original meaning was "wise person."

It's a religion derived from the fragmented remains of pre-Christian religions in the UK and Greece. The main deity is a maternal goddess figure (loose interpretations make her Hecate / Triple Goddess, or Diana or a combination of the two) and sometimes accompanied by a God figure representing the likes of Pan and symbolic of appreciation for nature.

Wicca used to be very loose and allowed borrowings from various sources but as other Neo-Pagan factions gained presence Wicca started to get accused of things like "Cultural appropriation" which is ironic since ALL Neo-Pagan traditions are patched together from scraps. And most are Hermetic, which was very much the byproduct of what we today call cultural appropriation. It was the merging of the Greek Hermes with the Egyptian Toth.

Even Asatru (Germanic Paganism) is based on the Eddas, which were written down by Christian monks attempting to make the Nordic Viking religion "more Christian-like" so many stories were butchered to make Loki more Satan-like, or were left out entirely.

When Wicca is not being treated like "fake Paganism" because it was "Invented" in the fifties (even though that's just when it was legally recognized) there are those that call it the "Fluffy bunny" of Neo Paganism and mock it as Hippie Pagan religion because it's one rule is "Harm none, do as thou wilt." I guess some people can't handle "Don't deliberately hurt anyone."

I think a lot of Neo Pagans don't realize their versions of Paganism aren't actually ancient. They're also cobbled together from fragmented lore, like Wicca was. Neo means New.

[stresscreation]

★HELLO WELCOME★

Name(s): stress/kia(only by close friends)/lavender/ lav

Age:17yr

Gender+Pronouns: trans man; he/him

Orientation: polyamorous bisexual

>>interest<<

fandoms:welcome home, spiderman, buley, monster high, moral Orel,MLP, gravity falls, South Park, invaders zim, Lego batman, perfect blue,Omori,FNAF,sally face,animal crossing, hello kitty, furry famdom,DHMIS,eddsworld,Minecraft

Youtubers: Ashur Gharavi, Brandon Rogers, Danny Gonzalez,Emily artful, Izzzyzzz,jack pop, jack stauber, drawingWIFFwaffles, jelarts, Kuris Conner, Kwite,Markiplier, Moriah Elizabeth, Myuttz, pricklyalpaca, princy_is_sketchy,Sagan Hawkes,sierra ann ,sodikken, the last coffee bean,verz,tiffany weng,Thomas sanders,stressed pigeon , dollightful, matpat

Hobby’s: art(painting, drawing etc) photography, animation, sewing, film, Band,

Thing I think are cool: witchcraft, makeup art ,acting, history, cooking/baking,drag, cosplay

-Likes/dislikes-

Likes: fluffy stuff, bright colors, coffee, hot cocoa, paint on my clothes, cats, raccoons, star shape stuff, plans, hanging out with people, talking, giving gifts, making stuff, switch games, journals, spicy food, ranting, horror stories, RPG,dolls, stickers,stuff animals,crust punk,BUGS

Dislikes: sexual comments, SH comments,feet, boyfriends webtoons fans, loud stuff, sad stories, people who vent everyday, boba TEA (I’m sorry it’s the texture), DSMP STANS,sitting still, test, math, chemistry,yelling, tight pants, men with J names

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Artist I like: TV GIRL, Alex G, the front bottoms, Rebzyyx,Jack stauber,car seat head rest, Pat the bunny, acid bath,

Songs:just take my wallet,things to do,bodys,some strange angel,wet

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Willing too: take drawing request! listen to rants (not venting sorry 😕) or just be friend! ><

‼️DNI‼️: MAPS, Transphobic,homophobic, assholes, antisemitic, racist,hateful people, people over 25yr LEAVE ME ALONE, if your a man and your name starts with a J.

Links to my other stuff :D

If you wanna talk you can DM here or Pinterest or my discord is~ stress creations#2186

[the-doomed-witch]

7h30?? I sent this.. like.. 01h30 for you or something :o. I think. I don't know. Hahaha

So, maybe I was a little grogue from my migraine pill when I wrote 🐰🐈, it was definitely between allucination and just a random pair. 😬

I think normal people write like you do 😅. I write stories that I have been daydreaming for a few days and need to take it out of my brain before I lose my mind due to overfixation - therapist's suggestion. I don't write just because is a good plot.

When I have this good ideas, I usually sent a anon ask for some real writer I like :x. Like I did you 🤭.

Yeah! I am just waiting for some opportunities at work. I think next year I am gonna be able to do it: a teacher is moving out of the city, so there is a spot left and I am the first one in the line up.. (I might have a few witchcraft candles light for it)🤭

Butterflies kisses are like... the epitome of Fluff. I am very much a sucker for it and actively ask my special someone for it without shame 😌

Let's get a smutty anatomical prompt this time, tho.... uhmm 🤔 *pretends to be thinking*

This one is a little bigger. Please Google " anterior superior iliac spine surface anatomy" and now let's place a hickey 1 cm inwards ***teaser heaven***

. . 🪶 (Fanning herself two dots)

(This one I sent 7h51 pm for you)

all i know is india is 8.5 hours ahead of brazil😭

PLEASE I’M STILL WHEEZING 😭😭 bunny and french cat sounds legit cute tho

that’s very interesting. i daydream a lot but it’s too crazy and unhinged and dirty to be written and read by lots of people on a platform lmao 😭🫣 well honestly speaking your ideas are really good, plus there’s the anatomical knowledge as an advantage for you 😙

GOOD LUCK ON GETTING THE JOB! i hope you get it *lights up a few more witchcraft candles* 🖤🖤

oooooo that’s so cute 🥺😩 for me the most extreme fluffy thing someone could do for me would be hands on my cheeks or cheek kisses. i love giving them too! 🥺🥺🥺 cries in touch starved and awfully single

okay i just googled that and ohmygosh anon don’t do this to me rn. screaming crying punching the walls laying down on the floor pulling my hair etc 😭😭 i’m a little insecure when it comes to my thighs but to have someone who makes me feel comfortable about them and- i need to stop hdjgshgsj

that’s very close !!!! it was sent at about 7:21PM (and i KNOW i’m answering 24h later but i’ll elaborate in a minute)

so this is what happens :

i see your ask early in the morning (no matter when somebody sends it, i usually see my inbox like a newsletter😭) by early morning i mean as early as 6:30AM.

i sit down to answer it at about 10:30AM (because i’m busy till like 10:00AM) and as soon as i do so, somehow my parents manage to call me for some work.

i keep the half answered ask as a draft and it never crosses my mind till the evening or the next morning (because ✨ADHD✨)

so that’s that. *in tony stark’s voice* it’s the goddamn mental illness again!

[thewoodbine]

What has been your experience, if any, with new age spirituality. And what is your opinion on it? Do you think it has a strong leg to stand on?

I talked about it in my last ask/answer a little bit actually! But New Age Spiritualism is such a broad category and concept I'm going to try break it down a little bit.

The Good:

By introducing concepts like meditation, mindfulness, and compassion- it has improved the lives of many people in a way traditional religion was just unable to do.

It's overall shifted our culture for the better and opened the door for discussions we would have never been able to previously have without being labeled heretical or crazy.

Largely is responsible for Wicca and the rise of witchcraft in general. Were it not for Wicca being invented during the first rise of the hippie and New Age movement ( drawing heavily from their influence), many of us would have never had the resources now to get into other forms of witchcraft. Including myself probably.

The Meh: It's become an aesthetic to be purchased in stores by people who do not even begin to actually bother with its true teachings or get into the real work of it. Same with a lot of Witchcraft, likely due to its rebirth through the New Age Movement. Those people who tell you "you can use any ingredient for this spell at any time for any reason without any experience and it will work" those are people deeply skewed by New Age Fluffy Bunny ideals. The "witchcraft is entirely positive and nothing bad can or will ever happen it is easy and happy and totally good in every way" yeah that's them too. They're not really damaging, but its not where you are going to grow and learn the most. I have no beef with them, (they definitely have beef with me) but it's just not for me.

Wicca is almost certainly a New Age religion and it's really neither here nor there for me. It has some good and bad aspects of that, but as a whole I just kind of ignore it. It helps guide and improve the lives of a lot of people, while also being problematic for others. Unfortunately though, its founders helped to plant a lot of bad roots in the pagan community that we still grapple with and are listed below.

The Bad: (I will be referring to practitioners of this as 'Crystal Lickers'. A term my mentor taught me that refers to people who buy a ton of crystals or spiritual objects and that's about where their willingness to put effort into spirituality begin and end.)

It's been boiled down. Like in my last story, it has been adopted by people who barely grasp the concepts at all but wave them like a banner. The new age lady I mentioned last time smuged, read tarot, did yoga, got frequent reiki sessions, tried to commune with spirits, and read energies and auras and presented herself as a guru - all on a 2 month retreat in India. Many of the things she practiced require years of training and experience to really truly grasp and embrace and the New Age movement encourages people to pick them up like fun little spirit candy.

It's appropriative. Cultural appropriation is a complex subject and I won't go into it here. But essentially- if you want to do yoga, read pendulums, and hang a dream catcher in your room all at the same time that's totally fine. Just understand you didn't invent yoga, pendulums take time and practice to master, and buy that dream catcher directly from the tribal people to which made them originally. (and some might refuse you depending on their beliefs about dream catchers must be gifted to work- and you have to be ok with that too). Some stuff you can use, some you can admire from afar, and some you just leave alone. New Age doesn't get that.

It's commercialized. Much like witchcraft is becoming, spirituality has become a commodified thing for the rich to buy. And the flip side of that it has been labeled as a fad thing for rich white people, which has discouraged in some cases, minorities from engaging in the actually beneficial and totally free aspects of it. It's the idea that if you buy enough evil eyes, tote bags, and crystals and suddenly you are the real deal. These are Crystal Lickers

It doesn't demand change or work. One of the biggest things that draw people to New Age Spirituality in its many forms is the opportunity to improve their life and become happy worry-free beings of light. But what that often becomes is "How To Manifest Wealth and Romance" and looking to others with a sense of righteous pity and dispensing your unsolicited wisdom now that you have ascended thanks to that podcast you listened to once. Most of the spiritual people I know, have never actually challenged themself through their practice. They're not actually looking in the mirror and going 'how am I maybe the bad guy' 'how do I hurt people' 'what do I need to let go of for OTHER' people. True spirituality will demand you to put others first and remove yourself from ego, watered-down versions say to love yourself exactly as you are and just let those bad vibes go.

It can be toxic positivity. The best example of this I could imagine is my old coffee shop. We had this big mantra painted above the door about love and acceptance. The crystal licker owner was very adamant that this was a place of healing and growth for people to come and be their vulnerable authentic selves. She also once asked a queer kid talking about their traumatic experience with their parents with their friends in a corner to leave because 'their energies were not conducive to the space' .

It can target the vulnerable: In the great case of my most prominent Crystal Licker she actively sought out struggling and vulnerable people to present herself and her divine guidance as the answers to their woes. Talking them into doing things for her for free and taking advantage of people until they became totally dependant on her to feed her ego. This is not uncommon in the slightest among the New Age community. Basically New Age Spirituality at its worst boils down to this: Love yourself and all creatures in perfect unity, encouraging the growth and aspirations of ones authentic self through healing and community. As long as it's my healing, and you're not too annoying about it or call anyone out. There's also a bunch of stuff you have to buy in order to do it. I don't know where any of these objects or traditions come from or why you should do them but I saw it online once. Tl;dr: If your spiritual journey is easy and exclusively positive the entire time, you probably haven't even started yet.

[hiddenchildrenofthegoddess]

It's always interesting to see where you've been. I was clearing out my boxes in my mams attic and stumbled across one of my old Book of Shadows. I wrote this when I was 14/15 nearly 10 years ago and just coming out of my Fluffy-Bunny phase. (which every witch had and in my opinion is entitled too). Looking back I got a twinge of nostalgia and thought I would share it. Also the other picture is of the book I use in my current practice, the slightly more mature cousin of the one used all those years ago.

[eloise175]

Eckarts celebrating Halloween with Reynold loosing a bet against Derrick is forced to wear a bunny costume that year which causing Derrick (and Callisto) to laugh at him.

Head canon/scenario!

(Halloween festival)

Immagine there being a festival that lasts two days- it’s basically Halloween and everyone dresses up and does their make up based from legends and whatnot, with a parade and a costume contest.

•Penelope is dressing up as a very stylish witch, (in my head canons she still is descendant of ancient sorcerers/wizards) and she's really intrigued by witchcraft and even has tarot cards. Her costume is basically a puffy dress with only a sleeve, that is attached to a ring on her middle finger and a glove that reaches her elbow on the other arm, the dress finishes at her knees, is different shades of purple and lavender with black accents and silver details, with high stockings and black high heeled mid-boots, and of course a really extravagant dark purple and black hat. As accessories she wears emerald jewelry, a small dark green hand bag, and a belt.

•Callisto matches with Penelope! He’s her ‘companion’- I think we all know Maleficent, right? Yeah, remember Diaval (he was so fine-), yeah now think of Callisto dressed as Diaval, but better. He basically wears a black and silver man’s corset but not overly tight, (no I won’t be taking criticism for that), a button down black blouse underneath, the top buttons undone, with obsidian black feathers on his shoulders and also feather details a bit everywhere. A dark grey belt (that holds his sword, because he ain’t going nowhere without it), form fitting black pants with different silver details embroidered, and high black and silver boots that have feathers.

(Callisto and Penelope always match- they even dressed up as Persephone and Hades once).

•Yvonne is dressed up as a fairy with these beautiful pearl-colored holographic butterfly-like wings. Wearing a blue head band, her dress is a very beautiful cornflower-blue, with a transparent flower-patterned layer, the dress finishes a bit above her ankles sowing off her feet where she wears pastel pink Mary Janes! As accessories she has pink and blue jewelry, and has a small white mini bag.

•Vinter, to the surprise of absolutely no one, originally wanted to dress as a wizard, but when Yvonne heard she went angry girlfriend mode on him with: ‘I will not be talking to you for two weeks if you dress up as a stupid wizard again’ and that was enough to make Vinter change his mind. He kinda matches with Yvonne? He is an elf, with pointed ears and ear cuffs, wearing mostly green and blue. A leaf-green vest with golden patterns embroidered, a light blue blouse underneath, form fitting forest green pants with golden details and a mocha brown belt.

•The duke dresses as a ghost, wearing victorian-style clothes, a black button down with fitted black pants, a collared cape that reaches the ground and a few chains. Penelope and Yvonne helped with the costume and make up.

•Derrick dresses as a vampire, also adorning a victorian/gothic style, wearing mostly dark colors: navy, indigo, black, with gold and silver accents, the dominant color being blue. Has a navy waistcoat, indigo blouse with chiffons at the end of his cuffs, (that he borrowed from Reynold because he doesn’t wear chiffons), tailored navy pants, and mid length black boots.

•Reynold is an unfortunate soul and manages to lose a bet with Derrick right before the festival and as penance he has to wear a super fluffy pink bunny costume. At first he’s so embarrassed that he refuses to leave his room, and it also doesn’t help that Callisto, Derrick, Vinter and Ecklis are laughing at him, with Callisto and Derrick making jokes the whole time. But as the night progresses Penelope and Yvonne help him cheer up with a conversation that goes like this:

Penelope: I think no one would be able to look as good in a bunny costume as you do

Yvonne: Yeah! You’re absolutely rocking it!

Reynold: wait… really?

Penelope and Yvonne: YES!

Yvonne: also didn’t you know that witches and fairies adore animals? Most of the times they can be seen with an animal companion!

So Reynold finds his confidence again and just shows of the entire night, while Callisto, Derrick and Vinter are in so much confusion.

•Ecklies dresses up as a ghost too, only that he doesn’t have a cape and wears mostly white and grey. Has a white high collared blouse with different chiffons, a grey vest with black patters and details, with chain accessories and dark grey boots.

•Emily dresses as a ghost bride! Basically wearing a white old-fashioned bride dress tattered on purpose with a veil, with different types of jewelry and smudged makeup, pairing everything with white Mary Janes.

[heywardsarchive]

Warm Cookies and Melted Chocolate

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Granger!reader (romantic) , Remus Lupin x Granger!reader (platonic)

Warning: death (major and minor charachter death), sadness toward the end, children?(teddy) , Talks of Marriage? Lmk if I missed anything!

Summary: y/n lost her parents at a very young age, leading her to live with her cousin Hermione's family. In her 5th year, Remus Lupin is the new dada teacher, they form a special bond and she starts looking to him as a father that she never had. Later on in the battle of Hogwarts, sacrifices are made.

Word count: 4.6k+ words

This was requested by -SADNAP I tweaked the request a bit I hope that's ok! Genre: fluff, angsty end.

A/N we don't know Hermione's parents names so I'm just gonna roll with David and Sarah Granger ****

Y/n Granger lost her parents when she was just five years old, she then started to live with her aunt and uncle and their daughter Hermione. She and Hermione were two years apart in age but were very close. The two grew up as sisters but y/n was never able to accept her aunt and uncle as parental figures. Yes, she loved them but after seeing them as Aunt and uncle for so many years, she couldn't accept them as her parents. Both David and Sarah had accepted it and loved y/n as their own.

Six years later

"Wake up! Wake up!" Nine year old Hermione jumped on her sister's bed. She excitedly shook her sister awake and the older girl groaned. She pulled her blanket over her head and rolled over to the other side.

"Five more minutes." She said sleepily. Hermione payed no heed to her request and pulled her blanket away. "But it's your birthday!" She cried.

This comment made y/n's eyes snap open. "It is? Already?" She said, no trace of the sleepiness that was present just mere moments ago. She pushed of her blanket and put on her fluffy bunny slippers.

"Happy birthday sissy." Hermione hugged her older sister and pulled her toward her own bedroom. "Where are you taking me?" Y/n asked her.

"To my bedroom. To give you your gift." She replied opening the door to the pale pink room. She motioned y/n to sit down on the bed while she retrieved the gift that she had lovingly made herself. (albeit with the help of her grandmother)

Hermione rummaged through the things in her cupboard and pulled out a lumpy looking gift wrapped in emerald green wrapping paper. "Open it now!" She placed the fuck in the older girl's arms.

Y/n giggled at her sisters excitement and unwrapped the gift. It was a large knitted blanket, beige in colour. "I made this myself, well grandpa helped me but I did most of the knitting myself." Hermione said proudly. Y/n smiled happily and ruffled her sisters bushy hair.

"Hermione, y/n breakfast is ready!" Came Sarah's voice. "You go ahead mione, I will brush my teeth and join you." Hermione nodded and bounded down the stairs.

As the four of them sat down to eat, there was a knock at the door. Sarah opened the door and out on the patio stood a woman wearing dark green robes and a pointed hat. She had pointed spectacles and held something that looked like a file in her hand.

"Can I help you?" Sarah questioned, looking at the woman with an odd expression.

"I'm here for a Ms. Y/n Granger, from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. May I come inside?" Her tone was stern but kind at the same time. Sarah stepped aside letting her in. Both women entered the dining room where the rest of the grangers sat.

"Not to be rude or anything, but who are you?" Said David eyeing the woman. She removed a letter and placed it on the table. It was addressed to y/n. "Is that for me?" She asked picking it up. It was pale yellow and had a red seal on it.

Y/n ripped open the letter, and her gaze ran over the words on it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Granger, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress.

"What does this mean?" Y/n asked, confused. Was she a witch? But aren't witches fictional. They don't exist, right? She handed the letter to her uncle who read the letter with the same level of confusion as she did.

"You, dear girl are a witch. You were born with magical abilities. I am here from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry as you have seen in the letter." Said McGonagall. "We will train you to control you magic and make a good witch out of you."

"She's magical?" Said Hermione in awe. "Does that mean you can make things fly with a wand?" Y/n shrugged, not knowing what to say.

McGonagall suppressed an amused smile. "Yes she can make things fly, with practice ofcource."

"Where will she get all the uh magical supplies as you say? And how do we pay for this magical school?" Questioned David.

"You need not worry about anything. The fee for the school is covered by the ministry of magic. You only have to pay for the books, since Ms Granger is a muggle born, ("what's a muggle") a muggle is a non magical person, the ministry has given a small allowance for her books and supplies. You can deposit the money in the wizarding bank called gringotts. You can find all these things in diagon alley, a magical representative will be sent to help you buy your supplies." She finished.

"Can I go auntie, can I please go?" Y/n pleaded. Excited at the fact that the witches she read about in books are real and she was one. Her aunt and uncle exchanged a glance and smiled brightly. "Ofcourse you can go! Out niece has magic!" They cheered.

McGonagall handed David a bag of coins. "This is wizard currency, Ms Greene from the ministry will accompany you to diagon alley tomorrow." She said and walked out the door.

"This is the best birthday gift ever!" Y/n squealed and hugged her family. They all were equally happy for her and we're excited at the prospect of having a magical person in the family.

*****

Y/n loved baking. Her favourite thing to bake were chocolate chip cookies. She made them for her school teachers and family members on their birthdays, so it was obvious that she would bake a batch of cookies to take with her to Hogwarts. It was her last day before she had to leave. She was excited and her trunk and things were packed and kept neatly at her bedside.

Hermione and y/n had a sleepover in the older girl's room the night before y/n had to leave. Hermione was sad that her sister would be gone for most part of the year, she almost cried a bit but after y/n promised to write to her every week, she felt a bit better.

At nine thirty the next morning, the family of four left for kings cross station. The ticket to Hogwarts express in y/n's hand. She knew how to reach the platform as the ministry woman had explained it to her when she had bought her books.

It was time to say goodbye. Y/n hugged her aunt and uncle who kissed her forehead and told her that she'd be a brilliant young witch which made y/n smile brightly. When she hugged Hermione, the younger girl burst into tears. "I don't want you to leave!" She wailed hugging y/n tightly. She refused to let go and continued clinging to her sister.

"Hermione, I have to go. I promise I'll write to you everyday and I'll be back soon, for Christmas. And hey, maybe you're a witch too then you can join me at Hogwarts!" Y/n reassured her sister. Hermione let go of her and smiled tearily . "Alright. Pinky promise me you'll be back soon." She stuck out her pinky. Y/n grinned and locked her with Hermione. The two sisters shared a last hug before y/n left to the world of magic.

Y/n sat herself in an empty compartment and pulled out her bag of cookies. She sunk her teeth into the soft cookie and the familiar taste sat on her tongue. No matter how many times she had eaten it, it always made her sigh with delight.

A book and cookies and y/n was set for a few hours. That's how she planned to spend her journey to Hogwarts, but a pair of redheaded twins ruined her plan. They made their way to her compartment and poked their head in. Identical mischievous grins were plastered on their faces.

"Is this seat taken?" One of them said.

"No it isn't."

The twin standing a bit behind pushed the other one inside. He made an "oomph" sound and fell a few inches from y/n's feet. She stuck out her hand for him to take, which he did with a sheepish smile. His twin sniggered and sat down on the seat opposite her.

When the twins had made themselves comfortable, one of them piped up. "He's Fred." Said, not fred. "And he's George." "I'm y/n. It's my first year here." She said.

"Did you bake those?" Said Fred pointing to the bag of cookies in y/n's hand. 'Maybe that's george.' Y/n thought to herself. "Yeah, I did. Do you want one?" She extended the bag to the twins who each pulled out one cookie.

They bit into it and sighed. "These are delicious!" George said with his mouth full. "Don't  let mum hear you say that." Fred playfully punched his shoulder. Y/n laughed at the two of them, they were funny and she hoped the three of them could be good friends.

And y/n's wish came true, the three of them became the best friends. Another boy Lee Jordan added on to their trio and the four of them together wreaked havoc in the school. Alongside pranking students with the boys, y/n was an exceptional student getting top marks in most of her classes. Her younger sister Hermione joined her in Hogwarts during y/n's third year. Hermione and the twins' brother Ron along with the Harry Potter had become their own trio getting into all sorts of danger left right and center.

It was fifth year, the year of the OWLS and y/n's stress levels were skyrocketing. Yet again they had a new DADA teacher. He was different from the others. A right improvement from ol' Lockhart. Professor Remus Lupin was the best DADA teacher they had yet. He was funny and made learning exciting. Fred even joked that maybe y/n had a crush on him. It wasn't the case at all. She just admired the man deeply.

"Today we are going to learn the patronus charm. Can anyone tell me what it is useful for?" Said professor Lupin pacing across the classroom, his patchy robes flowing behind him. Y/n's hand immediately shot up.

"Yes Ms. Granger."

"It can be used to protect oneself from dementors and send messages." She smiled, proud of her answer. Professor Lupin nodded in approval.

"Everyone, I want you to think of your happiest memory and say 'expecto patronum.'" Lupin pulled out his wand, demonstrating the spell. A silvery blue wisp shot of his wand and took the shape of a wolf. It jumped about the room for a few minutes and then vanished.

The classroom watched in awe at the wolf. Something about it made a happy feeling float up in their chests. Lupin broke them out of their trance. "Now I want you to try."

Y/n closed her eyes and thought of her happiest memory, the day she found out she was a witch and out of her wand burst a silvery blue wisp of light. She sighed and looked at her classmates. Some of them managed to produce wisps of light like she did and others couldn't produce anything.

By the end of the class, some students had managed to produce a corporeal patronus. Silvery blue animals pranced about the room and professor Lupin laughed in happiness. Y/n was frustrated. She let out a sigh of frustration decided to give it one last shot.

She thought of the day she met fred and George on the train and all the fun she had with them through her years at Hogwarts. She held out her wand and out of it came a small hummingbird and flew around the classroom. Y/n looked in awe at the bird and laughed in glee. She had done it! She had produced a patronus.

Fred watched her from one corner of the room and felt a pink blush creep up his neck as a small smile curved his lips. George looked at his brother and nudged his side with a teasing smirk. Fred simply scoffed and looked away which prompted a small laugh from George.

**** Y/n made her way into the common room with her bag slung haphazardly on her shoulder. She let out a long exaggerated sigh and plopped down on the sofa with her head on Fred's lap. The bag fell to the ground and she groaned. George turned to her. "What's got your knickers in a twist love?" Her face was buried in the sofa and what came out of her mouth was a series of in deciphrable gibberish.

"You're gonna have to speak English y/n/n I don't understand whale." George laughed. Y/n sat up and smacked him with a pillow. "Snape happened that's what." She sat back down. The twins 'ahhed' in understanding.

The portrait door swung open and entered ron, Harry and Hermione. Harry looked positively irritated while Ron had a comforting hand on his shoulder, Hermione seemed to be scolding the poor boy about something.

"Oi! Why are you bothering the poor boys mione?" Y/n called out. Hermione's eyes flicked towards her sister and she scoffed. "I'm not bothering them! I'm simply explaining to Harry that he cannot possibly-" Her voice switched to a lower tone, "he cannot possibly use a broomstick that appeared out of nowhere. It could be bewitched by sirius black!"

"That not the worst part, Harry can't go to hogsmeade with us since the stinking Dursleys wouldn't sign his permission slip." Ron added. Y/n glanced at the boy sympathetically.

The trio soon retired to their dorms and once again it was just fred, George and y/n by the fireplace. "I feel bad for Harry." George sighed. Y/n nodded in agreement. All of a sudden an idea struck her. The boys may not agree but it would help Harry.

"What if we gave him the map." The twins looked at her as if she was insane. "Give him the map! The marauders map? The very map that saved us from detention? Have you lost your mind woman?" Fred almost shouted.

Y/n sighed. "Hear me out, he needs the map more than we do. With all the sneaking around the three of them do it will do them good. It will also help Harry get into hogsmeade. We don't need the map anymore, we know the secret passages very well." She grinned.

That seemed to grab the boys attention. "We could consider it." George mused.

A few days later after a thorough discussion, a decision was taken. Harry would be given the map. They didn't need it anymore. Besides, there was a thrill in sneaking around without knowing who's coming down the halls and they knew the secret passages like the back of their hand.

When the first hogsmeade trip rolled around, and Ron and Hermione had headed there, y/n and the boys made their way to the courtyard, hoping that Harry would come out there. And their hopes were answered. A trail of footsteps appearing seemingly out of nowhere, in the snow.

Fred and George jumped up and grabbed Harry by each arm. "Gerroff me!" Harry tried to struggle free, but the twins were stronger. They managed to drag him to a secluded area in the castle where Lee and y/n followed.

"Why have you brought me here?" Harry asked shrugging off the coat.

Fred and George handed Harry the map and explained how it was to be used and the various secret passages. Harry's eyes lit up in delight and y/n was pretty sure he would have hugged the twins if they hadn't started to walking away. She ruffled Harry's hair and followed the boys.

It was only 3pm and the twins had gone to wreak havoc in some part of the castle while y/n decided to sit that one out and went to her favorite place, the kitchens to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies. She chatted with the house elves who were more than happy to have her there while the baked goodness was in the oven.

Taking out the cookies, y/n handed some of them to house elves and kept the rest for herself. She went out to the courtyard and sat down under a tree and pulled out a book.

Remus happened to be passing by at that time. He watched the girl read a book while eating what looked to him, as a chocolate cookie. The sight reminded him of his younger self, sitting and reading while his friends were out pulling pranks on some unsuspecting slytherin. He chuckled to himself and sighed. How he missed his childhood days, carefree with no threat of a mass murderer on the loose, where everyone was alive and he wasn't alone. ***

"Flower! Where are you going?" Fred called out to y/n as she headed out of the common room. "Flower? That's new." She smirked turning around to face the redhead. His face turned red and he raised a hand to scratch the back of neck. "Well, er, your patronus was a hummingbird and they suck nectar from flowers and well you're pretty and so are flowers so um."

A warmth crept up y/n's cheeks. Flustered, she replied, "Um th-thankyou Freddie. You're very pretty as well." Quickly she turned around and rushed out of the door.

'idiot!' y/n cursed herself. She absentmindedly walked into her DADA classroom and opened her textbook going over the only part that baffled her. Y/n was an intelligent girl. She was no Hermione but she was bright, so finding something that confused her was rare. As she was burried in her textbook, she didn't notice her professor enter the classroom.

He set his things down on the table when y/n's head snapped up. "Goodmorning miss Granger." He smiled warmly. "I have graded your paper and it is flawless. But I noticed that you seem to be having trouble in a particular section regarding defensive jinxes?"

Y/n nodded and showed him the book she was referring to. Remus looked over the text and clapped his hands together. "Tell you what, why don't you come back to this classroom after classes today and we can go over this again. Would that be helpful?"

"That would be amazing thankyou professor!" Y/n exclaimed.

*** Over the next week y/n, with the help of professor Lupin managed to perfect the defensive jinxes she was unable to perform previously. As a thankyou, y/n baked her signature chocolate chip cookies for her professor and have it to him on the day she got her test results back.

Things between her and Fred were a bit awkward after that encounter and neither of them could be in the same room together without getting flustered.

George decided he had enough of his brother and best friend dancing around their feelings for eachother. He threatened to stop helping fred in pulling pranks for a month if he didn't tell the girl how he felt. Fred argued that the prank ban would be a punishment to George as well but he was willing to make a sacrifice because watching the two of them was even worse.

After a week, fred managed to gather the guts and ask y/n out in the courtyard. "Y/n I really like you. It may have become obvious after the whole flower incident but I honestly do think you're amazing."

Y/n blushed, unable to form an answer she kissed fred right on the lips. Remus happened to witness this confession and a small smile danced on his lips. Seeing his favourite students together made a bubble of joy rise up in his chest. He had grown to care for the girl almost as if she was his own daughter.

*** It was the end of the year. The news of Remus being a werewolf had spread throughout Hogwarts. He would have to resign as nobody wanted a werewolf teaching their students. Y/n was dejected. She really liked Remus. He was almost like the father figure she never was able to see in her uncle, and was sad to see him leave.

She knocked on remus' office door. "Come in!" Remus was standing before his desk packing up the last of his belongings. He smiled seeing y/n enter, she looked at him with watery eyes and a sad smile. "Why do you have to leave professor? You are the best DADA teacher we've had in years." She wrung her hands together and stared at them.

Remus sighed and set his hands on the table. "Y/n you know that the news of me being a werewolf has spread. Soon there'll be angry letters coming from parents about a werewolf teaching their children. It's best if I just resign."

"This is all Snape's fault isn't it. Hermione told me everything." Anger started rising in y/n's chest and her fists curled into ball.

"Now now, don't go about cursing Snape. It's not worth it. It's alright, I'll find another job. I'll be alright." At that, y/n's hands relaxed and she let out a watery chuckle. "I will miss you professor. You were almost like a father to me." She confessed.

Remus smiled and set a hand on her shoulder. "And you were like a daughter to me. Now, it's time for you to finish packing. Run along."

"Is it alright if I ask for your help? I have no idea who's going to take your place, what if it's another Lockhart?" She shuddered and Remus laughed. With one last smile, y/n left the office.

**** Over the years, Remus and y/n kept in touch through owl and their relationship only strengthened. Her uncle and aunt were happy to see that their niece had finally found someone who was like a father to her.

Fred and y/n were still going strong. People often teased them about how head over heels they were for each other but they didn't mind. They were together and that's all that mattered. Besides, the others were probably jealous, as they liked to tell themselves.

The war was looming over their heads. Harry, Ron and Hermione had gone on the run. Y/n was in hiding with the Weasleys. She along with fred, George and Lee ran potterwatch. She tried to spend as much time as she could Remus now that he was having a child of his own. Y/n could not have been more excited for the man who was almost like her father.

Teddy Lupin was born in April 1998. Y/n had gone to visit the boy when Remus asked her to be his godmother. "If something happens to us, I know you will care for him and protect him." Y/n burst into tears at that and wrapped Remus and tonks in a hug.

"I swear I will always protect you teddy, even your parents. Even if it means I give my own life for them."

***

War had broken out in Hogwarts. Y/n along with the rest of the order had arrived at Hogwarts. Fred and y/n stood in the courtyard where they had shared their first kiss.

"After this war, which I promise you we will survive, I want to marry you." Fred confessed.

Y/n wiped her eyes which had welled up with tears. "I want to marry you Fredrick Weasley, we will be together for the rest of this life and the next."

They shared a final kiss before going their seperate ways with a lingering glance.

*** Remus ran around the grounds of his old school, destruction spread across every corner, his childhood second home destroyed.

Remus hadn't seen y/n since they parted. That was three hours ago. He was starting to get worried, he couldn't bear to lose another person he loved so dearly.

"Arrgh!" He heard a scream, the voice was familiar. Remus ran in the direction of the sound and saw the person he was looking for. Y/n stood there, deeply wounded throwing a final curse at the death eater causing him to collapse before collapsing herself.

Remus rushed to her side and placed her head on his lap. Y/n was bleeding from her stomach and a deep gash had found its way on her face and traveled to her neck. Her breathing was getting laboured and her eyes were fluttering.

"No y/n, you're not dying. You'll be ok " Remus cried. His shaky hands traced the wound on her face. "it's ok, d-dad. It's my destiny. Tell Hermione I love her, and Ron and Harry. Tell fred to move on and be happy, don't let him live in sadness. And dad, I love you." A tear drop rolled down her cheeks.

Remus smiled at her sadly. " I won't let teddy forget you." Y/n managed a weak smile. "Dont die dad." Was the last thing she said before the life left her body.  Sobs racked Remus' body. He would fight, and he would win. For her. For y/n.

*** The war was over, Harry had defeated voldemort. But at what cost? Bodies were lined up in the great hall and friends and family cried at the loss of their loved ones.

Remus had survived, so had tonks. He fulfilled y/n's final wish. He slowly limped into the great hall and was greeted by smiles with sad eyes.

He looked over the bodies till he found hers. Y/n's body was placed next to Fred's. The two lovers not even seperated in death. The Weasleys and Hermione and Harry crouched over their bodies with year stained faces. Remus fell to his knees beside y/n's body and let out all the tears waiting to fall.

He turned to Hermione. "She wanted me to tell you that she loved you." He turned to harry and Ron. "She loved you both as well, they were one of the last things she said before she died in my arms." Remus was fully shaking now. "she loved you too, Remus." Hermione told him. Remus simply nodded.

The two bodies with hands almost intertwined even in death indicated that fred and y/n were meant to be. Even death didn't do them apart.

****

2004

Years later, y/n's death still hurt like a fresh wound to Remus. He told teddy all about his sister and godmother. About how brave she was and how much she loved him. Teddy admired her even though he barely knew her.

It became a tradition for Remus and Hermione to meet on y/n's birthday and celebrate her memory over her favourite thing in the world, warm cookies with melted chocolate.

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A/n: I'm so sorry this took like 10 years!! I hope you guys liked it!!

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