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[afloweronthemoon]

Η Μάγισσα (The witch)

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[tcysoldier]

[gemsofgreece]

19th century western explorers, adventurers and intellectuals in a nutshell:

I am obsessed with “The Witch”. Also this might be the first show I have watched that makes a commentary on this, even humorously. Also kudos from me for naming the French dude “Beaufort”… no shits were given that day in the screenwriting room.

[ashitakaxsan]

Hopeless to expect Quality

Usually i write,post about manga,anime,Light novels ,Stardom joshi too.However it's definetely weird how much people were hyped about a greek tv series ,that were supposed to be "historical drama,supernatural,Greece ". But once i noticed something fishy things on it: a) Where's a occult symbol,such as the Star pentagram?Where's Ouroboros ? There aren't!

It's real futile to wait for Supernatural in this tv Trash,of anything serious.

As far as I can tell the series follows the usual repertoire of the usual Greek tv sitcoms:Many Scandals,a constant feud and so many grudges too! I dislike this series, who makes the Greece of 1817 seem so obscure,so much as brothel.

Oh dear the Greek Studios productions are keep making Trash!

Here's how long ago i had posted about it:https://www.tumblr.com/ashitakaxsan/702814177676378112/%CF%83%CF%84%CE%BF-blog-%CE%BC%CE%BF%CF%85-%CE%B8%CE%B1-%CE%B2%CF%81%CE%B5%CE%AF%CF%84%CE%B5-%CF%80%CE%B5%CF%81%CE%AF-%CF%84%CF%89%CE%BD-light?source=share

These below are Real Worthy:

[ethernalium]

C*NT TRIAD!!!

Siren, Magissa and Melusine by Yoshitaka Amano

[setokaibassoulmate]

Looking deeply into his eyes is one of my favorite things to do~ I wanted to share my newest commission! I absolutely love how sweet and tender this is, the way Kaiba is looking at me and holding me makes my heart skip a beat💙♥️

[dyns33]

A story of witch

Happy Valentine day !

As a gift, here a looooooooong Morpheus x female reader.

Careful, some spoilers here, from the comics and so maybe from season 2.

Time had a different hold on witches.

A certain influence, because contrary to common beliefs, nothing escaped time and nothing was perfectly eternal, but it slipped over them as long as they decided, and had enough magic to repel its effects.

Y/N had already been walking on Earth for several centuries when she met Morpheus.

She had heard many legends about the Endless. Rumors. Lots of warnings, especially regarding Dream, who was described as a changeable, dangerous, angry and resentful being.

Her many sisters whispered to each other that becoming his lover was as much a gift as a curse. He would offer you the whole world on a platter, he would do everything to please you, and then one day, without warning, you would no longer suit him, you would do something wrong according to him, the feelings would no longer be as strong, and then misfortune would strike you.

The king would always find a way to blame you for this new emotional failure. Then you risked Hell, endless nightmares, eternal sleep.

Too much hassle for little benefit.

Y/N didn’t think about any of that when she met Morpheus. Neither to the wonders he could offer her, nor to the torments he risked inflicting on her.

For a witch, some might have thought that she was young, still naive, far too in love with her books and grimoires, fascinated by stories, and therefore vulnerable to the charms of the dreams master.

She didn't think she would fall in love. Neither did he. The mourning of his marriage and his child were still recent, for a being such as him. Y/N had barely been born when this tragedy had happened.

The subject was not brought up, like none of his former lovers. Morpheus did not forget, he never forgot, but when a new relationship began, he did not look back to compare with the previous ones.

No doubt it was a mistake on his part, who then never learned from his mistakes.

Y/N hadn’t had as many relationships as him. Witches have the luxury of immortality, and they knew the consequences of it. Bonding with mortals wasn't a good idea, even less so with their peers. Too risky. Too dangerous.

Attempting to see the future in dreams could have been described with the same words. Y/N was taking the risk of being punished by two Endless, Destiny and Dream.

But Destiny never interfered in anything, and Dream was intrigued by the little witch, asking her not to repeat her experiments, but welcoming her into his domain.

As they walked in his garden, the inhabitants of the Dreaming knew before them what was going to happen.

"Your flowers are beautiful. Everything is beautiful here."

“Would you like to see my library ?”

"Oh, I'd love to ! But you must have a lot to do, I don't want to bother you more than necessary."

"You don't bother me, mikri magissa. You are welcome here."

It took a while for Y/N to realize that they were getting closer. The courting of the king of stories was subtle, ethereal like him, full of poems and tenderness while doing without many words far too heavy with meaning, and at the same time far too limited to convey all the ardor of their love.

Because they loved each other, there was no doubt about it. The end of their story came quickly, although to a mortal three centuries seemed like a lot. At the same time, those who knew Morpheus well could testify that this was quite a long time for a relationship with him. But as always with his relationships, there had to be an end.

“I’m just saying he’s not wrong.”

"You don't know what you're talking about, o mágos mou. This man is insane and I'm not lonely."

“However, I have felt you far from me for some time now. Perhaps forever.”

"Don't I love you more than anything ? Haven't I shown you my love on many occasions ?"

"I don't know. It's difficult for me to know with you, immutable and yet so variable. Sometimes you give so much, too much, and sometimes not enough, if it's not nothing. There is no middle ground with you. Probably not with me either. It's possible that I'll ask you impossible things."

“Nothing is impossible for me.”

“Yet you refuse to speak, to really speak. You flee this kind of discussion, as you fled the friendship of this man.”

“Don’t push me, Agápe μου.”

Y/N left the Dreaming that night knowing she wasn’t coming back. Morpheus' indifference to her departure could have been seen as fortunate, but it hurt her deeply. He didn't try to catch her, he didn't try to punish her either.

Even though it seemed obvious after several weeks that he would not pursue her, neither in her dreams nor in the Waking, Y/N took precautions to prevent their paths from crossing again. Using several spells, rituals, amulets and ancient seals, she ensured that her mind was cut off from the realm of her former lover.

This protection proved very useful when the sleeping sickness arrived.

Like the rest of the world, Y/N didn't immediately understand what was happening. She knew Dream enough to know that he would never neglect his work like that, that he would not abandon his position unless forced to do so, and that despite all the cruelty and resentment he was capable of, he would never do such a thing to the dreamers.

Something had happened, but she didn't know what.

Too afraid of what he could do to her if she went into the Dreaming, or what could happen to her sleep without the protections, Y/N didn't try to find out. It wasn't her business anyway, since they were no longer together and the fate of humanity wasn't part of her responsibilities.

Time continued to pass, and she still tried to help mortals when she could, with potions and incantations to help them sleep, or on the contrary wake up, ensuring that their nights were not entirely nightmares.

But this was difficult, because she was not the master of dreams. Without knowing it, she came very close to Morpheus the day her steps led her near a mansion with dark, gloomy energies, which she did not wish to approach too closely. However, there was something, abandoned under a tree near the property, which attracted her with strong force.

The body of a raven. A raven different from the others, a dream. Jessamy. Someone had shot her and she lay there, lifeless, far from her creator, far from her home.

Y/N took the poor thing with her. Necromancy being prohibited, it was not good to anger Death, and the existence of dreams being a complex thing, she did the only thing in her power, to offer a decent burial to the little emissary whom she had loved very much and who had often helped her control Morpheus' moods.

When collective sleep returned to normal, there were no signs. Nothing that made it possible to understand what had happened. Curious by nature, the witch repeated to herself that she should not try to understand. The rumors would spread quickly.

She heard about Burgess. Whispers recounted the long confinement of the maker of nightmares, who had taken revenge before setting off in search of his stolen instruments in order to rebuild his kingdom. Twice he went to the Underworld, he faced a Vortex, he fell in love. Nothing really new, just the same story over and over again.

Y/N didn’t want to know any of this, but the choice wasn’t hers. One of her sisters came to visit without being invited, and to ask her advice.

“I don’t see how I can help you, big sister.”

"You have experienced what I am experiencing. Tell me how to escape from Oneiros, because I no longer wish to see him and he does not seem ready to accept it."

The rumors had not mentioned the fact that Morpheus had fallen in love with a witch again. Older than Y/N, more powerful, crueler too, because Thessaly had little interest in things of the heart.

" … I repeat, I'm not sure I can help you. Make sure you don't inspire him with any more feelings and you'll be free."

"Sweet little sister, he still loves you and yet he left you alone. I'm asking for this."

"He doesn't love me. He didn't love me for a long time when I left."

"We argued often and each time my wing of the castle was razed and then rebuilt under his orders. There is no trace of his former companions left in all of the Dreaming. None, except you. He did not touch your room. He denied me access to it. He recreated it with everything else after his return. Can you tell me that doesn't mean anything ?"

Y/N didn’t respond. She didn't know what to answer, she didn't know about all this. Her eldest whispered that she was almost jealous. Many times she had wondered if she had gotten his attention because of their similarities, because she reminded him of his lost love.

It might be a good idea for her younger sister to discuss it with the Lord of Dreams.

"Or not. That would allow me to slip away without him probably noticing, but I can't wish harm on one of ours. I'll find a way."

This time, Y/N closed herself off to the whispers, not wanting to know if Thessaly had found this way.

Part of her wished the best for the lord of stories, who had suffered far too much in the last century despite all his wrongs, and who did not deserve to receive another injury. Another part didn't like knowing the older witch was with Dream.

She was afraid for her sister, and she was afraid for Morpheus, whose fickle heart was more fragile than he wanted to admit. The consequences were likely to be terrible for everyone.

Filled with memories, Y/N wanted to visit Jessamy’s grave. A powerful spell had hidden it from the eyes of the world, to prevent it from being desecrated, and she wondered if she had not made a mistake in doing so, for it was possible that Morpheus had never known where his faithful emissary rested.

But the magic of ravens was special, these beings knew things, and she shouldn't have been surprised to find one of them on the tree that protected the location.

"Good morning." she said politely, making new flowers appear near the grave.

"Hi. Do we know each other ? I feel like I know you."

"I don't think we've ever met. You're Dream's new raven."

"Yeah, Matthew. I don't know why I'm here. I'm sort of drawn to it, and Lucienne told me to follow my instincts for this sort of thing, but I don't understand. Are you the one calling me ?"

“I think it’s more your predecessor that you are feeling.”

"Jessamy ? Oh… The boss thought her body was destroyed or something. Were you the one who buried her ? That's nice of you. You don't look really surprised to see a talking raven. I feel like I'm supposed to know you. You seem important."

"Not really, no."

"The boss could tell me but he's busy at the moment. He's accompanying his sister on a quest. Good, it's keeping him busy. It's been raining too much since his break up, it's been days. Merv told me that it was almost always like that, frankly it's painful to watch. The time with this Nada, the time with his ex-wife, the time with another witch… I don't know what he has with witches. I didn't like her at all, she was mean."

“It rained in the Dreaming when I left ?” Y/N couldn’t help but ask, surprised by the news.

Before that day, she had always believed that her departure had had no impact. A total, cold indifference, showing that she no longer mattered. But Thessaly had talked about her room, and Matthew had talked about the rain, and Y/N didn't know what to think at all now.

She had left Morpheus because of his inability to communicate, the distance he put between himself and the whole world. His grand declarations of love always seemed hollow, lacking something.

Maybe he had changed. He would never have allowed his emissary to speak as Matthew did, who was moving around on his tree asking a thousand questions about the relationship between his boss and Y/N. He even allowed himself to order her to leave, because he really didn't need Dream falling into depression again by seeing her through his eyes.

"He's got enough problems, he… Oh. Oh, no. I feel it, he's there. Shit, shit, shit. I have to go !"

Years without any news and within moments Y/N hearing about her former lover almost every day. Until someone came to her door and she found herself face to face with Morpheus.

He seemed embarrassed. He had always been awkward in the waking world, out of place, because dreams hardly survived in reality. But there was something else. He would never have bothered to knock before. He would have come into her house to say what he had to say, demanding that she listen to him, and agree with him at the end.

Without saying anything, he observed her as if he were seeing her for the first time, turning his gaze towards her bedroom, the door of which was surrounded by several symbols used to repel dreams and nightmares. Y/N expected this to make him angry. He had already not liked her touching his domain when they first met.

"I thought you followed my sister into the sunless lands…" he whispered, looking down. "I no longer felt your presence in the Dreaming. I didn't think you were running away from me. It didn't seem to me that I gave you reasons to run away."

“I wasn’t sure you’d be happy to see me again.”

"I have waited a long time for the day when I would have the joy of seeing your sweet face again. It never came, but I am the one responsible for it. You were right about Hob Gadling, You were right about many things but I didn't listen, and I lost you. It was one of my greatest regrets."

“Why are you talking like that ?” Y/N asked as she approached, their hands almost touching.

"Mikri magissa, so much has happened. I am at a crossroads, with a big decision to make. I admit to being afraid, and you give me courage."

“Maybe I can help you ?”

"Even if you could, I wouldn't ask you. The search for my little sister is dangerous, a lot of blood has been shed since we left in search of our brother and I couldn't bear to see it happen to you. I had agreed to help her to see someone again, without understanding that it was you I secretly wanted to see, and now I must find a way to console my sister, disappointed by my lack of investment. But the only way we have left is one that I dare not name."

Y/N had briefly met Morpheus' family, including Destruction and Delirium.

The prodigal had spoken to her little before his retirement, but he had seemed tired, reaching the limits of his functions and no longer seeing the point of remaining with all the inventions of mortals and immortals which fulfilled his role perfectly without he needs to intervene. His siblings did not understand his decision.

One of the most affected by his departure had been Delirum, very close to his brother, who would have given anything for a family reunion.

"If this means your downfall, I can't believe Delirium would ask such a thing of you." Y/N said indignantly, not daring to come any closer. “There must be something else.”

"I don't think my younger sister is aware of what she's asking of me, nor do I think it's possible for me to go any other way without putting someone else in danger. I just came to see you, and thank you for what you did for Jessamy, and for the dreamers during my absence. I hadn't seen all these acts of kindness. But maybe it's you who didn't want to see me again. Not with my behavior. Oh, mágos mou… I so wanted to be better for you, but I could only change by going through all these trials, and for that I had to lose you."

It felt like goodbye, and Y/N didn’t like it. By definition, the Endless had no end, at least not while there was life in the universe. Without thinking, she placed her hand on Dream's cheek. He usually hated it, being touched, especially without permission, but he closed his eyes with a happy sigh, pressing his skin against hers.

Asking him if he was okay seemed stupid, but the question left her lips, and when his eyes opened again, they had a strange glow. He muttered that no one had asked him that question since his release. It was almost years ago. In truth, no one had asked him that question, even before he was captured.

Like he said, it could be because he had changed, and he didn't really deserve to be asked if he was okay before. And now that he was making an effort, that he was understanding, that he was improving, it was too late.

"I'll find a way. I'll talk to your sister."

“Delirium has always loved you.” he sighed. "My whole family, I think. I never noticed that our relationship is the only one that Desire hasn't tried to sabotage. But maybe they knew that I would sabotage it on my own."

“Let me talk to her.”

Much to Morpheus' surprise, his younger sister listened to Y/N. She even seemed to become Delight again for a moment, as the witch promised to find Destruction, even if it would take time. She just had to be patient, but also accept that it was possible that their brother didn't want to be found.

It was his decision to leave, as it was her decision to change, and Dream's decision to stay the same. But if she asked him to continue their quest, horrible things could happen, and she might lose another member of her family.

"… Okay. But you promise to look ?"

“I swear on our mother’s first ledger.”

"Several people have died trying to help us, Delirium… It's not safe to…"

"Oh, shut up. You'll be with her to protect her, you didn't care about the others. You're probably happy that Y/N came back. I'm happy too, she's nice, you two were good together. If you find our brother, then everything will be perfect."

Several spells, formulas and sacrifices were necessary to find the trail of the Prodigal, or Destruction took pity on them by inviting them to join him, but they talked, and as Y/N had predicted, he did not wish to return, but he entrusted them with a dog to give to his little sister.

Before disappearing between the stars, he took his big brother by the hand, walking together near the cliff, and whispering something to him.

"What did he say ?" Y/N couldn’t help but ask.

"He told me not to make the same mistakes and to think about myself for once. Not about my position, not about my kingdom, about nothing but me, and about you. O mágos mou, it's been a long time, but if you…"

The kiss cut him off in the middle of his question, time seemed to stop, and it was as if they had never left each other.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Hi Theitsa! half Greek in America here, looking for translation help and you're the only blogger I know 😭

long story short: my family on my mom's side all practice Greek folk magic, with my great-grandma and(possibly my great aunt)apparently being "completely" a witch.

i grew up with it but i'm still learning the language and my family disowned me for being gay so I can't ask for help with research.

the most commonly used term for "witch" is "magissa"/ μάγισσα right?? is μαγεία more common for magic in general? when I'm using Google translate γητεία seems to be the most common term for folk sorcery.

and i see the practices of Circe referred to as μαγγάνεια??

thank you for your help if you know anything, I know it's a niche topic.

bless you!!!

Hii! Dear anon I'm very sorry for what your family did to you :/ That's nor fair at all! May you thrive and be always blessed in your life!

This topic is not niche, actually! The average Greek in the country has some basic contact and knowledge of such stuff either by doing some or by hearing of them. I haven't talked a lot about Magganeia/Vaskaneia in Greece so let's do a Masterpost!

(Greeks with deeper knowledge please add to this post and let me know if something is inaccurate! All I have is "average Greek" knowledge but well, someone has to make the start.)

People throughout Greece (as in the whole Balkans and the Middle East tbh) practice a lot of customs to bring good energy and good things to them or expel bad energies and bad things. The most prevalent being the ritual of xematiasma (the prayer for which needs to be passed down by the opposite sex on a full moon), or customs with bridal koufeta for young girls to attract a good groom, reading the coffee and the palm, explaining dreams (and having recorded oneirokrites), giving new year talismans for good luck (mati beads, pomegranate charms, horseshoes) and hanging them around the home, or baking a pie to St. Fanourios if you want to find something you lost etc etc.

Traditionally such practices in Greece are intertwined with local customs and herb knowledge and it's not a big "issue" like it would be for USAmerican (cultural or practicing) Evangelicals. In Greece it's acceptable to do many things that in the US would be considered "witchcraft" but here they're just "tradition".

For Greeks the basic stuff I mentioned in the first paragraph is widely accepted to the point many of them have fused with church practices through the centuries. Coffee shops where one can have their coffee and palm read - although not many - have lots of customers. Tarot readers also have a good clientele. I've heard Greeks dismiss such stuff as "nonsense" but rarely dismiss them as "evil". Actually, the comments about such practices being evil here are very tame and usually connected to the church - but not in the US way.

Our Church might have cried about such practices in the past but... who listens to the church on these things! :P (only a few do) Our insistence on keeping folk practice led to Greece having no witch hunts or any witches burnt for at least a thousand years now!

Map of witchhunts in early modern Europe (source)

There is a line here, too, of course. Like, if one uses a heart from a mouse wrapped in an oak leaf bathed in frog bile to expel the bad spirits (a spell I just made up) that's officially "witchcraft" and we find it weird at best. More mild stuff like burning wishes written on paper or letting garlic absorb bad energies and then burn it are middle ground and not outright condemned - I feel the Greeks have a great tolerance of what is considered "folk tradition" to them.

The fear of being "pagan" in recent centuries is a Western panic. Traditionally Greeks and their Church were most worried about harmful spells (which included harming an animal or human in the process) and calling demons to do your bidding. If you called a saint for help in a non-harming spell... hmm that wouldn't be that worrying I guess. As long as you didn't ask a priest's opinion, you'd be fine :P

The sum of acceptable and unacceptable practices by the Greek public can be called "μαγγανεία" or "βασκανεία". Because they include unacceptable practices as well, the words have a negative connotation.

"Μαγεία" for Greeks is connected more to the Western archetype of a wizard with a tall hat going around with a big rod shouting "abracadabra". It's connected more to fantasy and fairytales. Traditionally I don't think we used μάγος/μάγισσα for people who did such practices. Even today I've yet to hear Greeks who call themselves witches say "κάνω μαγικά".

I'd say μαγγανεία or βασκανεία are the appropriate terms for what your great-grandma practiced. The spells are traditionally called γητείες (sing. γητεία). The word γόης which now means "very charming man" meant "sorcerer" in ancient years. We just use it metaphorically today. These words all have the same linguistic root.

Nowadays I haven't heard men call themselves "μάγος" but some women call themselves "μάγισσα", and they do "ξόρκια" (comes from εξορκισμός, exorcism - the English version of the Greek word). I think "μάγισσες" practice more Western types of magic because they learned the spells from Western European or US books and videos. I don't know if a practicer of Greek folk spells would be called the same.

I must note that all the above is the reason why when USAmericans practice Greek customs to worship the Greek gods and call themselves "pagans" feels a bit unsettling to me. I suppose if you add crystal balls and tarot and crystals to the practice that would shift it more to the "witchy" side (although as a Greek I'm quite flexible :P) But more than once I've seen USians call themselves "pagans" for simple acts of worship which are very much non-pagan. Having a home altar with the gods along with some blessed items and candles burning... is Basic Christian Orthodox stuff too, a tradition unbroken from ancient years (εικονοστάσια με καντήλια, κεριά, λουλούδια, κομποσκοίνια).

At the same time, I understand that in their society this can be called "being pagan" so I'm not saying that my view is the only one that matters in this. But some knowledge of the Greek culture always helps if you're practicing its customs. It will also help the Westerners stop calling Orthodoxes "savage pagans" for our religious practices after a thousand years :))))

Thanks for making it this far! Get a small bonus: a great article on ancient Greek "bindings/wishes" which is in Greek and it will be probably still fine if translated through Google.

Some things might differ between areas and eras so that's why I welcome other Greeks to comment here with their own experiences and stories of "witches" (or whatever they called them) if their areas had any.

[yuniper]

i was tagged by @northseas!

put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for their favourite!

get ready for a round of "guy-whose-music-taste-was-cemented-in-2004" bingo

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[nectaric]

@bonebled asked: the  night  regards  her  child  with  an  unreadable  expression  .  she  is  exhausted  (  they  all  are  )  but  hopeful  that  this  conversation  will  shed  some  light  on  future  family  dynamics  ,  should  the  chaos  of  the  past  year  and  a  half  not  settle  .  “  i  hear  you've  been  spending  some  time  with  hypnos'  new  wife  .  i'd  like  to  hear  your  thoughts  ,  if  you  would  .  ”  (  nyx  ⇢  momus  re:  magissa  )

an opposition of emotions coincided within momus, buried somewhere deep where mockery would not be forced to confront the things within himself worth mocking. but they existed - oh, certainly, they were there. that twinge of hope, of childish desire for his mother's sweet affection. no, for more than that - for her approval. sometimes, momus yearned for it fierce enough to ache.

he is mockery. he is shame, and he is blame. someone has to be it, and he is more than happy to comply - but even he had thoughts deep within himself that evoked the very emotion he was born to embody.

he wanted to impress her. he wanted to tell the truth, the part that was his nature. momus did not know that both could become manifest, and the desires warred within him like trojans and greeks.

"she is a funny little thing, isn't she?" momus began with a giggle, peering up at his mother. his mouth quirked, amused, like there was some sort of secret joke only he was in on. "someone so small, so simple, able to cause such a stir. it's almost admirable. perhaps eris and i should quit our day jobs and allow her to be the one to cause a bit of strife."

he paused, head cocking quite suddenly like a dog who'd heard something high pitched and peculiar. "but... there is something there. something genuine, i think. i see little of why hypnos should love her so much, insecure as she is, but she is dreadfully sincere, even when she lies. it's curious. i feel like i should want to torment her, and i don't. is that strange?"

[afloweronthemoon]

[tcysoldier]

"I will love you. Forevermore..."

[gemsofgreece]

@Greeks and @Greek speakers who might have watched it, were you watching and is anyone interested in reading a post about Η Μάγισσα, the final fates of the characters, whether they pulled off the premise of “justice paid off”, maybe some assessment on the evilness and cleverness of certain characters?

Pls only Greek speakers vote so we don’t get any skewed results

(Post will have spoilers and be in English for the occasional interested Greek expat)

[holybent]

@singofus asked : "Mom! My new friend I made, Meadow, she said that she knew you back in the day. Said you gave the best acid around!!" Kal looks so proud and happy all at once, glad that she inherited mom's skills for crafting good trips. ⇢ magissa ﹠ kaluciyo

erebus  ,  21xx  .

maggie  looks  up  at  the  first  call  from  her  child  -  a  softer  ,  hazier  quality  to  the  swirling  ,  bubbling  aura  -  daughter  ,  as  she  runs  in  .  it  takes  her  a  second  to  think  back  ,  over  a  century  and  with  the  drugs  in  her  system  it  felt  even  longer  ,  but  soon  the  memories  come  to  her  . 

meadow  ,  a  sweet  girl  from  a  blank  void  of  a  background  ,  something  maggie  surely  did  appreciate  .  she  was  always  down  for  a  good  time  ,  loved  music  ,  loved  love  ,  and  really  loved  maggie's  fun  little  tabs  ,  infused  with  a  certain  degree  of  intention  .

maybe  maggie  had  been  casting  spells  after  all  .   

she  had  thought  a  serial  killer  had  gotten  to  her  ,  honestly  .  but  -  wait  . 

“  well  that's  very  sweet  of  her  to  say  !!  how  did  you  two  meet   ,  anyway  ?  is  she  a  shade  ,  like  ,  what's  she  up  to  ?  i  haven't  seen  her  in  a  long  time  .  ” 

[dionidai]

Eight questions for nine people

Tagged by : @vullcanica ily<3

1. Last Song I Listened to : porno witch by devil's witches, it's good shit give it a go

2. Favorite Color : green & black, but i really like purple too

3. Last TV Show or Movie I Watched : last tv show is h magissa and last movie should be hamam (steam: the turkish bath) if i remember correctly

4. Currently Watching : h magissa, literally saw the new episode last night

5. Sweet, Savory, or Spicy? : i do love spicy food but i've always had a sweet tooth, so

6. Relationship Status : single

7. Current Obsession : i wouldn't say obsessed per se but i am very attached to d&d at the moment. long term campaigns make brain go brrrr. what do you mean we're trying to stop a goddess's anger that's slowly killing the people of a land

8. Last Thing I Googled : ........... what are savory foods

Tagging : oh you think i know nine people??? yeah??? @forgaeven , @blissfulmoon , @dastardlydaemon , @shemurder , @celestialheal , @fallesto , @executiioner

[ya-world-challenge]

New Releases for October for the YA World Challenge

It’s time for the big New Releases dump for October! Keep in mind this includes Middle Grade books and a couple NA. Favorite covers this month? I think If You Could See the Sun is beautiful. I’m also loving Sparrows in the Wind, and Crown of Flames is unapologetically COLOR.

 I’m honestly not sure I could decide on most anticipated as these are all interesting in their own way. LGBT historical Nothing Sung and Nothing Spoken catches my interest, and Mwikali and the Forbidden Mask is exciting because I haven’t seen much for Kenya. Which are you looking forward to?

🇦🇺 Australia

Dusty in the Outwilds - Rhiannon Williams Unnecessary Drama - Nina Kenwood

🇦🇹 Austria

The Empress - Gigi Griffis

🇨🇦 Canada First Nations

Weird Rules to Follow - Kim Spencer Inuunira: My Story of Survival - Brian Koonoo

🇨🇳 China

Strike the Zither - Joan He If You Could See the Sun - Ann Liang

🇩🇴 Dominican Republic

A Touch of Moonlight - Yaffa S. Santos

🇬🇧 England

Royal Blood - Aimee Carter Reader, I Murdered Him - Betsy Cornwell The Sevenfold Hunters - Rose Egal

🇫🇮 Finland

The Mystery of Raspberry Hill - Eva Krantz

🇩🇪  Germany

Nothing Sung and Nothing Spoken - Nita Tyndall Berliners - Vesper Stamper

🇬🇷 Greece

Sparrows in the Wind - Gail Carson Levine Magissa by Kassandra Flamouri

🇭🇰 🇺🇸 Hong Kong - America

New From Here - Kelly Yang

🇮🇳 India

Night of the Raven, Dawn of the Dove - Rati Mehrotra Crown of Flames - Sayantani DasGupta

🇮🇳 Indian-American

Drizzle, Dreams, and Lovestruck Things - Maya Prasad

🇮🇪 Ireland

Where I End - Sophie White

🇯🇵 Japan

The Empress of Time - Kylie Lee Baker Jasmine Toguchi, Brave Explorer - Debbi Michiko Florence Reckless IV: The Silver Tracks - Cornelia Funke

🇰🇪 Kenya

Mwikali and the Forbidden Mask - Shiko Nguru

🇱🇧 Lebanon

Shad Hadid and the Alchemists of Alexandria - George Jreije

🇳🇱 Netherlands

The Gardens of Dorr - Paul Biegel Tulips for Breakfast - Catherine Bauer

🇵🇰 Pakistan

Nura and the Immortal Palace - M.T. Khan

🇵🇰 🇺🇸 Pakistani-American

Bhai for Now - Maleeha Siddiqui We are All We Have - Marina Budhos

🇵🇭 Philippines

Marikit and the Ocean of Stars - Caris Avendaño Cruz

🇸🇦 Saudi Arabia

Love from Mecca to Medina - S.K. Ali

🇺🇸 United States

We Are the Scribes - Randi Pink The Nightland Express - J.M. Lee