#hmm. Need to think of a tarot card for Rune though...

[morrigan-sims]

🎭Rune Lovelace🎭

she/they/he/it | changeling | bard | college of dance | charlatan | former acrobat she is beauty, he is grace, they will punch you in the face!

[some extra info under the cut]

Rune is going to be my character for the new campaign my Monday group is starting!!! (RIP Kiran, who I never got to show off on this blog because he was a Tabaxi, a Dragonborn, and a Thri-Kreen. I'll miss it. Bugs and kisses.) We're playing Heckna! which is a Domain of Dread-adjacent horror-comedy campaign. The entire party is very macabre, and we should fit right in! (But hopefully not too much...)

Anyways, more about Rune. She's a changeling college of dance bard (a new subclass with the 2024 rules, kind of like a combo between a monk and a bard), and they used to be an acrobat at a circus. Since whatever world this party came from is clearly some kind of grimdark dark fantasy setting, the circus itself certainly had its eerie moments. (And of course, it was a magic circus.) When he wasn't up on the high wire, Rune also dabbled in doing tarot card readings for the circus guests, lying through her teeth about their pasts and futures. (While they used their true changeling form while performing in the big top, she used a specific guise when she did the readings, an older woman who used a different name.)

Rune carries with them a porcelain mask, largely featureless, but gilded with gold. When among people who do not know his changeling identity, she pretends that the mask is the source of her ability to change shape, putting it on every time they shift forms.

[quokkacore]

do you believe in magic? [kim yugyeom]

summary: Inspired by the HP quote, “Me dad’s a muggle. Mam’s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.”

pairing: kim yugyeom x fem witch!reader

genre: fluff, witch!au

warnings: mild language, yugyeom faints? idk

song rec: lizzo - deep

word count: 2.1k

a/n: this was originally posted to my old writing blog on september 15th, 2018. happy reading! <3

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Kim Yugyeom was lucky he was cute.

It wasn’t that he was stupid. Not at all — Yugyeom could be very smart when he wanted to. No, your Gyeommie was just… oblivious.

Oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend, which was to say, you, was a witch.

You’d been dating Yugyeom for almost a year now, and needless to say, things were getting pretty serious.

For most people, the way romance worked, had maybe four steps. One, you meet, two, you fall in love, three, you start dating, and if things are that serious, then… four, you get married.

For witches, specifically the witches that decided to date non-witches (muggles, no-majs, mortals, humans, or whatever you call them), there were always five steps: to tell the person they were dating that, hey, they were a witch. Some opted to wedge the extra step in between three and four, but you had heard of a few that had left it as a fifth step.

Which never really ended well, or so you’d heard. So that was why, as your first anniversary approached, you’d decided to start dropping more hints about your abilities to your boyfriend, who really, really sucked at picking them up.

Your black cat, for one. You’d gotten Jules before you started dating, but you’d realized something the first time Yugyeom had met your cat.

“Why a black cat?” He’d asked, before jokingly adding, “They’re bad luck, you know. And they’re friends with witches.”

There were several things you wanted to answer with. That black cats weren’t bad luck, and, yes, they were friends with witches. Why did he think you had one? But instead, you’d answered with the most stupid words you’d ever heard yourself say.

“In this house, we don’t approve of cat racism.”

And he’d lost it.

Since then, things had gotten more serious. You’d met his parents. He’d met yours (in what was the most nerve wracking night of your life, but that was a story for another time). He’d even asked if you wanted to move in, which was what made you realize just how serious that things were starting to get. A few nights later, before falling asleep, you asked him a question.

“Gyeom?” You murmured, and you felt a soft rumble from his chest as he let out a quiet, “Hmm?”

“Do you believe in magic?”

He craned his head to look at you in the dim light. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his lips were pouting slightly as he contemplated the question. “Why do you ask?” He asked back a few moments later.

You could feel your heart in your throat as you contemplated telling him in that very moment. You opened your mouth to speak, ready to tell him.

“No reason,” You answered instead, “I just… I just think sometimes that whatever force brought us together had to have been, uhh, magical, for you and I to be so perfect for each other.”

As his eyebrows remained furrowed, his lips grew into a small smile.

“You are so cheesy sometimes,” He replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Gyeommie.” You couldn’t help but feel disappointed in yourself, mentally slapping yourself for being such a wimp.

Still, he smiled slightly wider and his grip tightened a little on your waist, calming your nerves. And you fell asleep like that, wishing you could tell the truth about who you really were.

There was also the slight fear of him thinking you were a freak or being angry once you told him. You’d even asked yourself if he’d attack you, as you’d heard it happen before, but immediately discarded the thought.

This was Kim freaking Yugyeom, the boy who’d taken you for a walk in the park during summertime and refused to kill a mosquito that had landed on his arm because, “The little dude’s just living his life. You wouldn’t like it if you were eating a grilled cheese and someone just decided to merk you.”

…Yeah, you were safe.

So you continued dropping hints. Each and every one went completely ignored, as if he were leaving you on read in person. First, you decided to reorganize your tarot cards in front of him when he was visiting your apartment.

“Cool!” He answered, “I didn’t know you played poker. Maybe you can teach me.”

He took another bite of the sandwich he’d made himself, before wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ve always wanted to play strip poker, you know.”

His tone was playful, and you laughed. But at the same time… Does he really not know the difference between tarot cards and playing cards?

“They’re not poker cards, babe,” You explained as he finished his sandwich, “They’re tarot cards.”

He tilted his head, his silver earrings dangling.

“I’ve never heard of that game, how do you play?”

“Gyeom, it’s not a game—”

You were interrupted by the sound of Yugyeom’s phone. He fished it out of his pocket, before mumbling, “Just a sec, jagi.”

He answered the phone. “Bam, what’s up? Dude, calm down. What? Now? I can’t, I have to… Fuck, Bam, fine, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You owe me, big time.”

He hung up, sighing as he carded a hand through his hair. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s up with Bambam?” You asked, watching him pick up his jacket from the couch.

“His cat’s going into labor,” He groaned, “He’s freaking out. He wants me to help him.”

Pulling on his denim jacket, he walked towards you to press a kiss to your cheek. “Teach me your game another time, babe. I gotta go, I’m sorry.”

He started toward your apartment door, opening it hastily. “Wait, Yugyeom—”

But he was already gone, leaving you dumbfounded.

And that was only the first attempt.

You tried making some tea because, hey, infusions are witchy. He told you that you didn’t need to diet because you were beautiful just the way you are. Which was sweet, but, also mildly frustrating.

You’d left your book of shadows out where he could see it, on a page full of runes and sigils. He’d told you that you were a great abstract artist. You’d even started watching movies with witches in them while he was around, like Hocus Pocus or Practical Magic, even though you had a strong distaste for how misrepresented you felt.

Finally, for your anniversary, after going out for a nice dinner, you gave him a DVD set of the first season of Game of Thrones, because you knew he’d been wanting to start watching it.

“It has magic in it,” You said in a sing-song tone when he unwrapped it, back at his apartment. He turned his head to look at you, his dark eyes glittering. “I get it now, Y/N,” He answered, and your eyes went wide.

“Y-you do?”

He nodded, smiling at you, and you felt your heart swell. “I looked up what tarot was,” He began, “It’s a form of… divination, right?”

You nodded proudly, grinning. Finally!

“That, and then the tea leaves, the drawings in your journal, then the movies, and this? Babe…”

You were so happy, you could scream.

“…You really didn’t have to go that far with the whole ‘what we have is magical’ bit, jagi, but, damn, this is so sweet. I love you.”

Your smile faded. “What?” You asked, blinking.

“What?” He asked back, his tone different from yours. You sounded confused, he sounded even more confused. “Y-you think this is a play on my words, Yugyeom?”

He blinked, scratching at the back of his neck and looking awkward as hell. “Is that… not what this is?”

You stood up, shaking your head. “I… need some water.”

You walked over to the kitchen, but he followed you as you did. “What?” He asked innocently from behind you, “What did I do?”

Not looking back, even though the whiny tone he took was adorable, you opened his refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Opening it, you shook your head, “Nothing, Gyeom. Forget about it.”

You took a swig of your water, turning back to face him. He looked frustrated. “No,” he answered, stepping closer to you, “I won’t.”

“Really, Gyeommie, it’s not a big deal…”

“Of course it’s a big deal,” He replied, eyebrows furrowing as he gently took the water bottle from your hands, and set it on the counter in a haste, “I want you to be happy, and that can’t happen if you’re not letting me know what’s bothering you.”

“Yugyeom, I… You’ll think I’m crazy.”

“I’d still love you,” He murmured, pressing his forehead against yours, and you felt your eyes flutter shut, “No matter what you do, Y/N, I’m gonna love you.”

One of his big hands grasped yours, and you smiled as he pecked you on the lips. The other hand went to the counter, sandwiching you between it and him.

“Tell me, baby,” He murmured, as you opened your eyes, looking up at him.

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself to tell him, and you felt his free hand, the one against the counter, move. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

He smiled warmly, still moving his free hand to be more comfortable. “Come on, Y/N, I’m sure it’s not that bad— waitnoholycrap!”

As he’d been moving his hand along the counter, he’d accidentally managed to tip over your water bottle, which was still uncapped. Both his head and yours moved to watch it fall over, things seeming to move in slow motion.

Your eyes widened as Yugyeom broke away from you and moved to grab it, and you held out a hand instinctively, closing your eyes as you braced yourself to get splashed by cold water.

You opened one eye when it never came.

You were met with Yugyeom looking at you, eyes wide as the moon. He looked pale as hell, mouth agape. You opened both eyes, and stared at him for a moment, before realizing what had freaked him out so much, as you turned to look down at the bottle of water, which was, surprise, surprise, levitating. No water had spilled from it, thankfully.

“What the— H-how—”

You flicked your wrist upwards, watching as the bottle of water floated upwards, before settling itself back on the counter. You glanced back at your boyfriend, whose eyes had somehow managed to get even bigger. “D-did you… How did you even…?”

“Gyeom,” You mumbled, staring up at him, “Do you believe in magic?”

He blinked, pointing at the bottle, and then you, and then back at the bottle. “You— But— Wait, that’s what this was all about?”

You nodded sympathetically. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you sooner, but I…”

Your words were lost on Yugyeom, who was already in his own world. “You just… and you… water bottle…”

His words faded off to somewhere, and a few seconds later, he did too. His eyes rolled up into his head, and he started falling forward, and you caught him before he could hit his head on anything. You never imagined this would happen.

“Yugyeom?” You asked, tone worried but also slightly amused. “B-Babe?”

A half hour and one more levitation spell later, Yugyeom came to in his bed, with you sitting next to him as you applied a cold cloth to his forehead. His eyes cracked open, and he rasped out, “Y/N?”

“Hey,” You murmured, “How are you doing?”

“D-did you really—"

“Make the water bottle float? Yeah. Yeah, I did. This entire time, Gyeommie, I’ve been wanting to tell you the truth. A-and now you know, I’m a witch.”

Yugyeom took a deep breath, eyes looking up at his ceiling. “Goddamn,” He mumbled, “I high key thought I was going crazy for a moment.”

You chuckled, shaking your head lightly. “You’re not, Gyeom. I swear.”

He didn’t respond, and your heart went into overdrive. And when your heart went into overdrive, you tended to word vomit. “I mean, I understand if you wouldn’t want to date me because of it, I know it’s weird and if you want to break up I’m not gonna stop you even though I love you andyou’rereallyspecialtomeactuallywaitnopleasedon’tbreakupwithmeGyeom—!”

“Woah, woah. Calm down, Y/N…” He grabbed your hand, and squeezed. You instinctively squeezed back. “Why would I break up with you over the fact that you’re, like, Hermione Granger?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know… I’ve heard about it happening before…”

He shook his head, removing the cloth from his forehead and slowly sitting up. “Nothing could keep me away from you, jagiya. Not even magic, which, now, at least, I do believe in. Does that answer your question?”

He leaned in to kiss you again, and you felt how the both of you were smiling.

When you broke away, his nose and forehead were resting against yours, and you opened your eyes to be met with his.

“Does this mean that we can go on a date on your flying broomstick? You know, Kiki’s Delivery Service style?”

“Gyeom, those don’t exist.”

“Wait, what? You mean my entire life has been a lie?”

Yeah. This was gonna be good.

[caffeineivore]

R/J for BAMF

Because @apsaraqueen is responsible for like 90% of the R/J I write anyway so, you know?

Spiritverse, R/J, possibly rated PG13

**

FINALLY leaving for home now, how about you?

I suppose you wouldn’t want any company on the trip back? You HAVE been burning the midnight oil, hmm?

Oh, very literally, yes. But I’ll see you at the bridge in a bit!

The texts had started earlier that day, when she had first arrived at her Grandfather’s. Jareth had been in Manhattan, finalizing the project that he’d been working on, moving a Stone-Hewn from atop a crumbling church slated for demolition. He’d asked for her help-- her lineage was an old and established one in the city-- and it had been in her grandfather’s name that a new and quite-elegant-looking statue of a knight on a rearing steed had been donated to Central Park and installed in a shady corner. The Iele, Linden Thorne, had thanked him profusely, then kept vigil after he’d left, awaiting the moment her knight would awaken in his new home. Undoubtedly, she was just as eager to see her beloved as he was to see his.

That thought put a grin that he was quite certain was both obvious and wry on his face. 

Ember walks briskly but gracefully, dark coat and dark skirts and dark hair, but today, perhaps in honour of the Imbolc celebration, there is a silk scarf tied at a jaunty angle on her neck, cardinal-red with a milk-white fringe. She looks up and smiles when she catches sight of him, and reaches out a slim hand, which he uses to pull her close. 

The wind swirls her midnight hair around the both of them, and he pulls away after a too-brief moment of breathing in the scent of snowfall and scrying smoke and sandalwood. “You smell good.”

She raises an eyebrow at that, but then laughs softly even as her fingers twine with his. “I’ve spent the vast majority of this evening making candles for Imbolc. Lots of essential oils and herbs involved in the process, you know?”

She tells him of the traditional rites-- the weaving of crosses from the rushes, the making and lighting of spell candles, the feast to honour the goddess Brighid and entreat the gods for a mild spring. The bridge is not crowded at this late hour, and so they take their time crossing it, all the bright lights of Manhattan glistening in the background against an inky sky. 

“I love crossing the bridge at this hour, when it’s not full of people rushing from one place to another,” Ember pauses and glances back at the city skyline. “It’s sometimes a bit trying to be around a bunch of people who are all in a hurry and have a great deal on their minds.”

Jareth can imagine that well enough; anyone with even a touch of the empath or the clairvoyant would likely find crowds tiresome, and his wise woman has more than her share of those gifts. But neither would she expect pity-- Ember was nothing if not conscientious, and certainly ascribed to the notion that with great power came great responsibility. But he would see her smile again, if he could arrange it. “I will admit, one of my first times crossing the bridge was at the hour of quarter-of-four in the morning, alongside my kin. It was utterly deserted. And I may have climbed to the very top, ‘for the hell of it’, as they say.” At the look she shoots him, he grins. “’Tis not so different from climbing a tree. If anything, because of the building materials and the cables, it’s actually sturdier.”

Much to his gratification, this declaration does elicit a faint giggle out of her. “And what did your friends have to say about that, if I may be so bold as to ask?” She’d met Aeson and Aelene perhaps two weeks ago, when they’d planned out the moving of the Stone-Hewn over dinner and drinks, and though he’d endured a bit of gentle teasing from both of them, Jareth was quite certain that his friends had liked her well enough. 

He affects a preternaturally solemn expression. “Well, certainly, Aelene scolded me for sporting around excessively. And I’m quite sure I would have taken her more seriously if it weren’t for the fact that she herself has been known to cross town by rooftops rather than streets if the traffic is extra heavy. To be fair, we’ve all been guilty. Especially during rush-hour.”

The giggle becomes a full-on laugh. “Show-off.” She swats him lightly on the arm, but for all that, he’s pleased to see the merriment twinkling in her violet eyes. “I can’t judge, though. Grandfather amused himself last week by putting a faint levitation charm on his neighbour’s welcome mat. Not enough of one to cause any true alarm, but just enough to give the fellow the sensation of taking a step up for a few seconds even when he remained on level ground. That man’s got two months before April Fool’s Day and I don’t even want to contemplate what types of shenanigans he may get up to then.”

It’s a few minutes to midnight by the time they reach Jane’s Carousel on the other side of the bridge, and with a delightfully mischievous smile, Ember gives his hand a tug towards the unlit structure. “Come on!” A snap of her fingers and it comes to life, lights winking on and horses spinning slowly in a circle. She doesn’t spell on the music, though, likely in consideration of anyone who might be sleeping in hearing range. 

Her skirts are slightly too long to suit sitting astride on even a carousel horse, but Ember perches gracefully enough on the back of a dappled grey like a Regency-era lady on side-saddle. Half-enchanted, half-amused, he stands at her side as the carousel makes its circuit, one hand steady at the small of her back. She has one hand wrapped around the pole attached to the horse, but with an airy wave of the other, the air fills with rainbowy soap bubbles and glittery red firework sparks. Her eyes meet his as the carousel slows and gradually comes to a stop, and he thinks for a moment he can see a hint of the sweet, intrepid little girl she might have been, sometime in the distant past, before she’d understood the portent of her gifts. 

“I have never actually ridden this carousel before,” she says as she steps off the colourful structure, its lights fading behind the two of them. “I was grown up by the time it was built, of course. But life’s hardly worth living if one can’t trade off several hours of duty for a few moments of frivolity once in a great while, hmm?” A wry smile crosses her lovely lips. “I daresay I haven’t, perhaps, engaged in as much merry-making as my grandfather is wont to do nowadays. But every so often...”

He can’t quite resist the temptation to kiss her mouth, curved as it is in a smile, but keeps it gentle and brief. She glances at him through a fringe of sooty eyelashes as they make their way down the street. “I think I remember this street-- your friend Angela brought me to your place after I met her.”

“So she did,” Jareth nods. “She invited the both of you up for wine and sympathy after the ordeal of that evening. I suppose I could repeat that invitation.”

She had not been there since that day Angela had brought her-- indeed, it had always seemed more appropriate to see her safely home after meeting with her than bringing her to his place. But when he unlocks the doors, she looks around with avid interest. His loft is rather less luxurious than hers, but airy and spacious, with vaulted ceilings and buffed wooden floors. 

“It’s interesting how one can get a fairly true idea of another’s nature by visiting their home.” Ember accepts a glass of wine from him and takes a slow sip even as she makes herself comfortable. “Pale walls and plentiful greenery, windows that let in natural light. You display your bows and knives within easy reach, but elegantly so, not in a threatening way.” There is an intricately cast Medieval diptych in bronze on one wall-- love and war. On another is a Salish wall hanging. Over the mantel is a striking black-and-white photograph of the Manhattan skyline. “I can see where you’ve been, through the art you’ve collected. Perhaps even a bit of friends you might have made along the way.” Setting down her empty glass, she stands, pulling something out of her pocket, and beckons him to follow as she walks towards the mantel.

“It’s a Brighid’s cross and a candle for your hearth, such as it is,” Ember ties on the little rush-woven amulet to a nail. The candle is pale beeswax flecked with the mossy green of herbs, and when she lights it, the scent is redolent with something sweet and slightly herbacious. “Basil and blackberry for love and protection. Blessed be, Jareth Sylvane.” Reaching up, she lays her hands gently on his face, pulls him down for a kiss. 

Ember the witch, with her tarot cards and her rune stones. Ember the warrior, running to Angela’s aid against an armed mugger, dashing across Central Park to find a child before she drowned. Ember the woman-- thoughtful, quietly strong-willed and surprisingly sweet at the oddest moments, multi-faceted and fascinating and so beautiful sometimes that his heart ached with it. “I have all the love and protection I need wherever and whenever I am with you,” he tells her softly as he draws back far enough to look into her eyes, blue to violet. Those words are not ones that his kind ever bandy about lightly, but somehow, saying them to her is as easy as breathing. 

Her expression is soft as this late, quiet hour and solemn as his unspoken vow. The Ælf-kine lack a bit of humanity’s curiosity and evanescent interest in others, and to profess love for another is not only a statement of regard but of intent and eternal fidelity. She knows it, too, and stands back just far enough to take his hands in hers. Her fingers are warm and the crackle of power vibrates against his skin like static electricity, and though she whispers them, he hears every word of her promise in return in the incantation as the candle burns to its base in a flickering ball of golden light.

“By candleflame’s light I vow to thee-- Faithful as the tides of the moonlit sea, The shelter of my living heart is thine, May all thy joys and sorrows be as mine.”

She lets her breath escape with that last word on a soft exhale, then smiles tremulously up at him. “An’ as I will it, so mote it be.” The spell undoubtedly carries great power, but it doesn’t feel heavy or portentous at all, and simply fills the air with a comforting warmth. He can’t resist drawing her close again, but now when she presses her lips to his, there’s a frission of heat and sweetness stronger and far more profound. He’d certainly been aware of her beauty before-- the graceful balance of her features, the low harmony of her voice, but it’s a different, more primal awareness now, as though his very nerves and veins tingle with the way the scent of her skin warms the closer her holds her, the way her lips taste like cabernet sauvignon and chamomile tea. Her fingers trace a pattern-- probably a rune of protection, knowing his love’s careful heart, down his nape, then slide down to his back to brush against bare skin underneath the hem of his sweater. His breath catches even as he traces the shape of her jaw, the length of her neck with his lips. Her head tilts back on a moan, and those beautiful eyes, fiery-dark now as the edge of twilight, meet his. 

“Jareth, please tell me you have a bed in here somewhere.”

He does, and he seldom makes use of it, but now he lifts her up in his arms, ascends the shallow steps which lead upstairs. Even with his fleet-footedness, the trek up is slow, as they stop every few steps to kiss, to touch warm skin with fingers that quiver with wonder. He lands on his back on the white sheets and tugs her down over him, neither of them quite so graceful now, and fills his hands with fragrant skeins of her raven hair even as her own fingers fiddle with the fastenings of his clothes. 

It’s much later that he watches the sky lighten from black to indigo just as the sun is about to rise. Next to him, Ember sleeps soundly, dark hair spilled over white shoulders. Through the course of the night, she’d shifted to take over more than half the bed, and it’s certainly a different experience resting with another body lying half-sprawled over one’s own, warm and supple with breaths that tickled his skin. 

And yet, those few half-wakeful, half-dreaming hours, feeling her heartbeat soft and steady against his own flesh, lulled by the scent of her hair and the faint sounds of her breathing, were the greatest rest he’d ever known. 

[orangepunkwitch-blog]

Okay, so this will be a bit of a long post (not sure how long) about my tarot reading and my gods, so I’m going to have a “read more” link so nobody has to scroll for a few thousand years just to get past what they don’t feel like reading.

*big breath*

So, my tarot deck is the Wizard’s Tarot that I got from Barnes and Noble a few years ago.  I didn’t use it for the longest time at first because I was diving into thing head-first without fully understanding things.  Loki had me work with runes for the longest time until I got the hang of divination.  Working with runes made working with tarot cards a lot easier for me.  (This cannot be said for everyone, as everyone’s different and learns at different speeds.)

That being said, I consult the tarot deck more often than I do the runes anymore.

So after doing a reading and Loki pulling a fast one on me (Knight of Swords Reverse telling me a significant man will leave my life unexpectedly, indicating death when and then Loki goes, “Lol j/k, someone unfriended you on FB but it’s not someone important.”  Thanks, turd, I needed that heart-attack.)  This prompted me in asking about the roles of the gods in my life (at least for the moment.

So for Thoth, I asked and I got the King of Wands.  He’s basically going to help me communicate my views better as time goes on in our teacher-student relationship in life.  See, I’m an anarchist, but I can sometimes be shit at conveying my views properly in person (though typing it out, I’m fine).  He’s going to help me with that.  (A couple of spreads beforehand, the deck-specific card “The Alchemist” popped up, and the spread basically said Thoth will help me with learning Serbian as soon as I ask him for help, so I put that card in my Serbian book so I wouldn’t forget to do the little “asking ritual.”  This’ll be the first time I ask him for help on anything.)

For Bastet, I asked and got The Sun.  She’s basically going to help bring joy and hope into my life, and will communicate and/or teach me through my cat, Luna.  I’m... not sure how as of yet, but that’s... the answer I got.  But this card popping up in relation to Bastet isn’t surprising since she’s associated with the sun.  (Btw, the gods are well-aware of my stance on how I wish to remain childfree for the rest of my life, and they do not intend to make shit happen.  They don’t have a problem with it, and I take any and all measures to avoid pregnancy, as in actuality, a pregnancy could actually kill me either through the pregnancy itself or I would most definitely commit suicide.  I am extremely tokophobic.)

For Cernunnos, I asked and got the Ten of Cups Reversed, and that basically was a gentler way of telling me how he’s going to help me deal with loss in life (largely loss of life, as I’ve lost a friend and my aunt at the end of last year).  I also asked out of curiosity if he was also another god from another pantheon (like how Loki told me he is also Lugh from the Celtic pantheon), and Cernunnos said yes.  So basically, Cernunnos from the Celtic pantheon is also Veles from the Slavic pantheon (and by extension, Loki says his Serbian name needs more work which he’s excited about... it kinda feels like I’m making him into an unofficial Slavic deity for some reason even though that’s not my intention; I just want an excuse to use the Serbian language more once I learn it), but he wants to be addressed as Cernunnos, not Veles.  I do need to seek a bit of spiritual counseling from him considering I couldn’t handle going to my aunt’s funeral (and wish to avoid funerals from now on).

Last but not least, I asked Loki and had to do two cards with him.  One was the Two of Swords; his way of telling me, “Hmm, I don’t know what role I have in your life... Draw another card.”  The next card was Ace of Cups Reversed.  “I guess my role is christianity wronged you; you reached out and here I am.  Yeah, let’s leave it at that.”

For my life, one god can’t help me with every little thing.  Not to mention, a single god can have an awful lot of stuff to do.  So I have a team of three specialists for when Loki isn’t around, is too busy, or isn’t up to the task of helping me with something.  I thought this was a very interesting session, and now I get to figure out (more like simply asking him) what Thoth would like as a thank you offering after helping me out with Serbian.  I also can’t help but think about the alligator depicted in The Alchemist card; the book for the deck stated that alchemists used to keep “stuffed alligators” in their labs.  I wonder if Thoth could help me out learning about taxidermy and just overall learning more about mammalian osteology (or at least zoological osteology in general).  I have trouble with memory sometimes, and I’m not sure if this is in part due to some brain damage brought about by years of anxiety and depression or not.

Speaking of mental health issues, there is a place nearby I might be able to seek help from and get some counseling for my anxiety.  I’d at least like to manage it to a comfortable level so I can learn how to drive without feeling like I’m going to throw up and/or black out.

But yeah, I didn’t think to ask about their roles in my life until now.  And this was the result.  And Loki’s answer doesn’t surprise me in the slightest, but I asked out of curiosity anyways.

[witch-i-may]

Get to Know Me: Witchy Ver.

1. Are you a religious witch? Which religion?

Yknow I thought I was a Hellenic Polytheist but tbh I don’t know anymore. I still am very much connected with Artemis though

2. What is your preferred herb?

Bergamot

3. What is your prefered gem?

Labradorite, moonstone and selenite

4. Do you do divination? What kind?

So I can’t have physical tarot cards but I’ve found some digital decks that I’ve connected with. Shufflemancy on occasion.

5. Favorite tarot card?

The High Priestess

6. To curse or not to curse?

Personally I don’t find curses worth it. If I were to curse someone I’d hex them into bettering themselves but I could never like legit curse someone

7. Do you have a familiar?

I don’t think so? I’ve run into some very loyal coyote like creatures on the astral plane but something tells me they aren’t my familiars

8. Favorite candle color?

Black, green and white

9. Favorite rune?

Oof I don’t know anything about runes

10. Do you celebrate the solstices, full moons, etc?

Every time it’s a full moon I’ll get really happy but I can’t actually do anything for the full moons. Occasionally I’ll try meditating during lunar occasions. I don’t celebrate solstices though

11. Do you wear a pentacle?

Nah

12. Do you have a broom?

Nah

13. Do you have a pendulum?

Nah

14. Do you have an athame?

Nah

15. How often do you meditate?

Not too often anymore. I should definitely do it more. Maybe like twice a month?

16. Do you do yoga?

I need to start again 😣

17. What is your favorite herbal tea?

I’ve been using a new weight loss tea set lately and they’re all herbal blends, but I think my favorite is their green tea blend

18. Do you support manipulation magic?

Mm in my experience all magic is manipulation. So yes?

19. How many altars do you have?

None 😓

20. Do you do magic outside often?

Not often. Since it’s winter and I’m in Ohio I’ll have to wait until spring to happily work outside again

21. Can you read palms or tea leaves?

Palm reading used to be my shit, I need to get back into studying it. I’d love to read tea leaves as well!

22. Would you ever open your own metaphysical shop?

Oh man how cool would that be

23. Is your third eye open?

I think it’s trying real hard to open but something is wrong. I don’t know much about chakras

24. Do you like astrology? What is your sign?

Do I like astrolo— HA WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? I’m a Libra sun Capricorn moon Sagittarius rising!

25. Favorite flower? Or tree?

Hmm I haven’t really thought about my favorite flower, but my favorite tree is the one right outside my house. She’s a redbud tree~

26. Do you have an animal guide?

Yes, he’s an octopus

27. What’s you favorite kind of magic?

Cosmic magic! Also music magic~

28. When do you feel most like a witch?

When I look up at the moon or when I see something clearly fae related as I walk around my town

29. Are you out of the broom closet?

Nooo

30. Are you a hereditary witch? Or self discovered?

Self discovered

31. Are you in a coven? Or solitary?

Solitary

32. Do you want to be in a coven? How big?

I’m thinking about maybe making a coven but idk, I’d need to find a few like minded teen witches. I wouldn’t want a big coven though

33. When did you become a witch?

A little more than exactly a year ago

34. Do you make your own spells?

Yes, but they’re sometimes adapted from spells from online

35. Do you make your own sigils?

I did a couple times, and then I also once requested a sigil

36. Why did you choose this path?

I didn’t exactly choose it. I would say it chose me but that’s not entirely true either. I just find that witchy logic makes more sense to me. I think it started more with astrology though. I’ve always been that one girl who’s like what’s your sign????

37. What is your favorite element?

Air 🌬

38. Do you do any misc. magic?

Um does pop culture magic count? I’ve always wanted to try those spells based on like musicals or something

39. Magic or things you will never do?

Necromancy, blood magic, and cursing. It’s just not my thing

40. Strangest way a spell backfired?

Hmm I haven’t had a spell backfire yet and I’m hoping to keep up the streak but I doubt that’ll work, everyone’s spells backfire at some point

[moonlitwitch]

I got several annoying things  need to do today so starting out with a silly fun tag seems nice. I was tagged by @adrielswitchyways thank you <3

1. Are you a religious witch? Which religion? I’m casually religious I suppose. I favor the Norse pantheon, specifically Freyja.

2. What is your preferred herbs? hmm I like rose petals and clove and rosemary. 

3. What is your preferred gem? Quartz. any kind.

4. Do you do divination? Which kind? Tarot mostly. I like black mirror scrying too, but I need to make myself a good one. OH and my letter tiles. 

5. Favorite Tarot card? the lovers. typical of me :P  

6. To Curse or not to Curse? for me personally, curse. I’m good at it and if I wanna do it, it means there’s a good reason.

7. Do you have a familiar? nope. 

8. Favorite candle color? I probably use pink most often, followed by green and black. my favorite candles are the pretty ones with herbs and glitter in them lol

9. Favorite rune? dunno! I never practiced enough with them. 

10. Do you celebrate the solstices, full moons, etc? Not really. I know I notice every time there’s a full moon, I like to kinda take the moonlight in a little and let it kinda cleanse me, but I don’t do that as much lately. Other then that, I usually celebrate October 31st and Yule... any other celebrations are just whenever.

11. Do you wear a pentacle? sometimes! 

12. Do you have a broom? Nope, never had a need for one. If I was ever to get one or make one it would be for decoration :P

13. Do you have a pendulum? Yeah, a pretty quatrz one. 

14. Do you have an athame? nope, but I’d never say no to a cool knife.

15. How often do you meditate? I need to start doing it daily.

16. Do you do yoga? Another thing I need to do more often. Mostly for my mental health, it’s not a spiritual thing for me. 

17. Whats your favorite herbal tea? any fruity teas are good.

18. Do you support manipulation magic? sure. 

19. How many altars do you have? Just a small one on my bookshelf, because there’s not much room for a normal one, especially not a working altar like I’d like. But oh well, that’s something for when we move I suppose. 

20. Do you do magic outside often? Not really. When I’m out and about in nature, it’s mostly to enjoy myself and recharge and whatnot. I’m more of an urban witch anyway.

21. Can you read palms, or tea leaves? nope.

22. Would you ever open your own metaphysics shop? ehhhh I don’t know xD it seems like a lot of work.

23. Is your third eye open? I don’t know what it means to have an open third eye, so I have no idea. 

24. Do you like Astrology? Whats your sign? I like astrology! my sign is Taurus. 

25. Favorite flower? Or Tree? I love all kinda of flowers. Peonies and roses are kinda up there!

26. Do you have an animal guide? hmmmm. not that I can remember. To be fair, I’m spiritually blocked lately and I forget things. 

27. Whats your favorite kind of magic? Sympathetic magic, I think! and I looove making spell jars.

28. What time do you feel most like a witch? When I’m walking powerfully and with purpose down the streets of a city. Sounds kinda simple but it’s a specific and magic feeling. 

29. Are you out of the broom closet? Pretty much. 

30. Are you a hereditary witch? Or self discovered? No one’s really hereditary though. You can’t be like “Oh I’m 25 percent witch on my mom’s side” cause like, witchcraft is something you choose.

31. Are you in a coven? Or solitary? I am in an online coven (I created it actually), and I’m so happy I am, too. One of the coolest things that’s happened to me <3

32. Do you want to be in a coven? How big? I like smaller covens. BTW no one HAS to be in a coven. Solitary is fine too. My coven is more like a supportive study group. 

33. When did you become a witch? it’s been a decade now. 

34. Do you make your own spells? Yep, and if I do use someone else’s spell, I’ll usually make it my own in some way.

35. Do you make your own sigils? Yeah I love sigils. I make a lot of them.

36. Why did you choose this path? At risk of sounding like a Bad Slytherin, I like the feeling of power. Not so much over others, but for myself.

37. Whats your favorite element? earth. and water. 

38. Do you do any misc. magic? uhhh I don’t know what would fall under misc magic. I do some spirit work, does that count? I have a spirit buddy, Grinner, although I’ve been neglecting him like I’ve neglected everyone in my life lately. 

39. Magic or things you will never do? There’s not much I wouldn’t do. I stay away from appropriation and killing animals... but anything else is okay.

40. Strangest way a spell backfired? An old boyfriend (my first boyfriend actually, my first love) broke my heart pretty bad. He was stupid then, a kid like kids are. But I was livid, and I cursed him, and although I know he got some of it, I got a lot too. I got flu-sick for like a month before I nullified the curse. OH and there was a stupid stupid stupid love spell I did on a different guy... he turned all creepy stalker-ish. I should have known better. But I do now. I don’t regret what I did.