#incense maker

[aidanollo]

Can't wait to launch my new line of incense! 😁

[elhoimleafar]

A Witch Book Stack! #witchbooks #magicbook

[norrriey]

“Livia’s Vial”

- A potion given by Livia, an incense maker

- Drains HP and attracts beasts, but increases strength tenfold

"Where conventional means fail, a hunter must seek unorthodox means for an advantage. How far would you go, if no morning was guaranteed? " 

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[asvrengineering]

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[milo-is-rambling]

Finally liking my window set up I think I’ve mastered it with the ac finally

[ingravedliverpool]

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[hargr0vefield]

my boyfriend eddie munson headcanons ☼

a terrible cook. but for some odd reason, a very solid pancake and waffle maker

has a phobia of rusted rings, therefore all his jewelry is stainless steel

has a backstory and name for each of his leather coats. there’s not many, he’s very picky about which belong in his collection

uses very established products on his hair. he begged you not to mention it again after you found them in his shower

makes it a habit to light incense

is an avid back to the future fan

michael j fox IS his man crush

cereal lover, particularly picks out the boxes with the designs and games for kids on them

“baby, you can’t have any more cereal,” “y/n, it’s the healthiest thing i eat”

very touchy, in the most heartfelt and loving way

longs to make up for the lack of it he never received throughout his life

strange fascination with race cars

you bought him nascar tickets for christmas

he took a polaroid picture of the ticket and stuck it to his wall

owns multiple picks and combs

has a lighter collection

his favorite lighter he purchased in panama

likes interlocking fingers when holding hands

talks you through it

consent is the most important thing to him

likes his hair being pulled, only by you

plans extra, extra hard on d&d campaigns - any free time goes to you or hellfire

once was involved in a fist fight with gareth because he assumed eddie put no work into the campaign

“have you even worked at this at all? we’re all here busting our asses day and ni-“ *boom*

sits like an inch away from the tv

“eddie, that’ll ruin your eyes” “your face will ruin my eyes”

likes to open doors for people, especially you

meets with a tutor every wednesday, makes sure to let you know when he’s heading there and when he’s heading home

he really, really thinks ‘86 is his year

has an affinity for you in tight clothing

really is a slut, but the gentle kind

has an exceptionally tight grip

loves colder weather- leather jacket season

let’s you borrow anything from his closet

he’ll get really excited if you ask to wear his hellfire shirt

“i’m sorry if it smells like booze, dustin knocked my can all over me”

loves whispering to you

usually it’s sweet nothings

most of the time it’s as you drift asleep in his bed, metal posters staring down at you from above

usually smells like eucalyptus and cigarettes- mixed with essential hair oils

actually has a really, really sharp memory

“i don’t even remember what i said to her to make her this mad at me-“ “you said she was lazy and that it was seeping into her day to day life and through to your guys’ friendship.” “eddie-“

picks you over anyone, sometimes even over hellfire

“get your ass to gareth’s. incase you forgot, we have rehearsal today” “i’m with y/n, you pack of dumbasses can wait”

keeps a box of polaroids of you under his bed

most are appropriate, some aren’t

dustin almost accidentally opened the box once

eddie slapped him hard across the hand, leaving a red mark

he instantly apologized profusely

“god, henderson i’m so sorry bout that- just don’t- just don’t open that box, alright?”

[greenwitchcrafts]

December 2023 witch guide

Full moon: December 26th

New moon: December 12th

Sabbats: Yule December 21st-January 1st

December Cold Moon

Known as: Drift Clearing Moon, Frost Exploding Tree Moon, Moon of the Popping Trees, Hoar Frost Moon, Snow Moon, Winter, Aerra Geola, Maker Moon, Heilagmanoth, Long Night's Moon, Oak Moon, Wintermonat, Moon of the Long Night, Little Spirit Moon, Wolf Moon & When the Deer Shed Their Antlers Moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Sagittarius & Capricorn

Nature spirits: Snow, Storm, & Winter Tree faeries

Deities: Athena, Fates, Hades, Hathor, Hecate, Ixchel, Minerva, Neith, Norns, Osiris & Persephone

Animals: Bear, deer, horse & mouse

Birds: Robin, rook & snowy owl

Trees: Fir, Holly & Pine

Herbs: Bay, cedar, chamomile, cinnamon, English ivy, evergreen, fir, frankincense, holly, mistletoe, myrrh, pine & sage

Flowers: Christmas catus, holly & poinsettia

Scents: Cedar, cinnamon, frankincense, ginger, lilac, myrrh, nutmeg, patchouli, pine, rose geranium, rosemary, saffron, violet & wintergreen

Stones: Bloodstone, blue topaz, cat's eye, garnet, jacinth, obsidian, peridot, turquoise, zircon, ruby & serpentine

Colors: Black, blood red, gold, green, red, silver, black & white

Energy: Alchemy, darkness, endurance, death & re-birth, higher education, publications, reaching out to others, religion, spiritual paths, travel & truth

Today, December’s full Moon is most commonly known as the Cold Moon—a Mohawk name that conveys the frigid conditions of this time of year, when cold weather truly begins to grip us.

This full Moon has also been called the Long Night Moon (Mohican), as it rises during the “longest” nights of the year, near the December winter solstice. This name is doubly fitting because December’s full Moon shines above the horizon for a more extended period than most full Moons.

In Europe, ancient pagans called the December full Moon the “Moon Before Yule,” in honor of the Yuletide festival celebrating the return of the sun heralded by winter solstice.

Yule

Also known as: Alban, Arthan & Winter Solstice

Season: Winter

Symbols: Baskets of clove studded fruit, Christmas catus,  decorated evergreen trees, evergreen boughs, gifts, gold pillar candles, hung mistletoe, poinsettias, wreaths & Yule logs/small Yule log with three candles

Colors: Gold, green, orange, red, silver, white &yellow

Oils/incense: Bayberry, cedar, cinnamon, frankincense. Myrrh & pine

Animals: Bear, boar, deer (stag), pig, squirrel & tiger

Birds: Eagle, goose, kingfisher, lapwing, owl robin & wren

Stones: Bloodstone, garnet, ruby, alexandrite, blue topaz,  cat's eye, citrine, clear quartz, diamond, emerald, green tourmaline, jet, kunzite & pearl

Foods: Caraway cakes, cookies, eggnog, fruits, ginger tea, nuts, pork, spiced cider, turkey, wassail & lamb's wool (ale,  sugar, nutmeg & roasted apples)

Herbs/plants: Bay, bayberry, birch, blessed thistle, cedar, chestnut, cinnamon, evergreens, fir, frankincense, ginger, holly, ivy, juniper, mistletoe, moss, myrrh, oak, pine, rosemary, sage, valerian & yellow cedar

Flowers: Chamomile, poinsettia & yarrow

Goddesses: Alcyone, Aphrodite, Ameratasu, Bona Dea, Brighid, Cailleach Bheur, Demeter, Diana, Fortuna, Frau Holle, Frau Perchta, Frigga, Gaia, Hel, Great Mother, Idunn, Isis, Ishtar, Kolyada, La Befana, Maat & Tiamat

Gods: Apollo, Attis, Balder, Bragi, Dionysus, Divine Child, Green Man, Helios, Holly King, Horned one, Horus, Janus, Lord of Misrule, Lugh, Mabon, Marduk, Mithras, Odin, Ra, Saturn & Surya

Issues Intentions & Powers: Darkness, divination, light, messages/omens, purification, rebirth/renewal & transformation

Spellwork: Earth magick, happiness, harmony, love & peace

Activities:

• Set up & decorate a Yule altar

• Clean, organize & cleanse before decorating your home

• Make witch's balls to hang on your tree (protective & pretty!)

• Decorate & bless & Yule tree

• Stay awake until dawn to observe the cycles of nature

• Give gifts tomyour family & friends

• Donate your time or helpful items to charity

• Go caroling

• Hang mistletoe in your doorways

• Make Wassail

• Prepare a Yule Log

• Host a Yule feast

• Craft your own decorative wreath

• Decorate your house with Yule colored candles

• Welcome the Sun

• Go on nature walks & leave offerings to nature

• Meditate & reflect on the passing year

“Yule” comes from Old English geol, which shares a history with the equivalent word from Old Norse, jól. Both these words referred to a midwinter festival centered around the winter solstice, which traditionally marked the halfway point of the winter season. After the solstice—the shortest day of the year—the days again begin to grow longer, so it’s thought that Yule was a celebration of the re-appearance of the Sun &the fertile land’s rebirth. 

The celebration of Yule is one of the oldest winter celebrations in the world. Ancient people were hunters & spent most of their time outdoors. The seasons & weather played a significant part in their lives. The customs and traditions associated with it vary widely.

Scholars have connected the original celebrations of Yule to the Wild Hunt, the god Odin, and the heathen Anglo-Saxon Mōdraniht ("Mothers' Night")

Some believe it marks the rebirth of the Sun (the God) from the Earth (the Goddess) & the cold days of winter will soon begin to wane. The Goddess is seen in her virgin Maiden aspect

In towns and cities throughout Sweden during the Christmas season, large goats are constructed out of straw. It is thought that the tradition originated in ancient times, perhaps as a tribute to the god Thor, who was said to ride in a chariot pulled by goats. In Sweden the goat came to be associated with the Christmas celebration, and the Yule goat is now considered by many to be a companion or counterpart to Santa Claus.

Related festivals:

Christmas- An annual festival commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ as the son of God, primarily observed on December 25th

Hanukkah- A Jewish festival commemorating the recovery of Jerusalem & subsequent rededication of the Second Temple at the beginning of the Maccabean Revolt against the Seleucid Empire in the 2nd century BCE.

Hanukkah is observed for eight nights & days, starting on the 25th day of Kislev according to the Hebrew calendar, which may occur at any time from late November to late December in the Gregorian calendar. The festival is observed by lighting the candles of a candelabrum with nine branches, commonly called a menorah or hanukkiah. 

Kwanzaa- An annual celebration of African-American culture from December 26 to January 1st, culminating in a communal feast called Karamu, usually on the sixth day. It was created by activist Maulana Karenga, based on African harvest festival traditions from various parts of West & Southeast Africa. Kwanzaa was first celebrated in 1966. 

A Kwanzaa ceremony may include drumming and musical selections, libations, a reading of the African Pledge & the Principles of Blackness, reflection on the Pan-African colors, a discussion of the African principle of the day or a chapter in African history, a candle-lighting ritual, artistic performance & finally, a feast of faith (Karamu Ya Imani).

Saturnalia-

is an ancient Roman festival and holiday in honour of the god Saturn, held on 17 December of the Julian calendar & later expanded with festivities through to 23 December. The holiday was celebrated with a sacrifice at the Temple of Saturn, in the Roman Forum & a public banquet, followed by private gift-giving, continual partying & a carnival atmosphere that overturned Roman social norms: gambling was permitted & masters provided table service for their slaves as it was seen as a time of liberty for both slaves and freedmen alike.

 A common custom was the election of a "King of the Saturnalia", who gave orders to people, which were followed & presided over the merrymaking. The gifts exchanged were usually gag gifts or small figurines made of wax or pottery known as sigillaria. The poet Catullus called it "the best of days".

Other celebrations:

Feast of Epona-

Eponalia is the feast day of Gaulish Goddess Epona, the Divine Mare & in the time of the Roman Empire it was celebrated on December 18th.

Epona is known to be one of a very few Gaulish deities whose names were spread to the rest of the Roman Empire. This seems to have happened because Roman cavalry units stationed in Gaul followed Her & adopted her as their Patroness. This may have started because many of the cavalry troops were conscripted from Gaul as they were superb horsemen. From Gaul the Romans took Epona with them including to Rome where She was given her own feast day on the 18 December. They worshipped her as Epona Augusta or Epona Regina & invoked her on behalf of the Emperor. She even had a shrine in the barracks of the Imperial Bodyguard.

Hunting of the Wren-

A traditional custom carried out on the Isle of Man on the 26 December, St. Stephen's Day. It consists of groups of people going around villages and towns singing and dancing a traditional song and dance around a decorated wren pole.

The earliest and most common folklore story accounting for the origin of hunt the wren tells of a fairy/enchantress/witch whose beauty lures the men of the Isle of Man to harm, for which she is chased and is changed into the form of a wren. It is therefore in punishment for her actions that the wren is hunted on St. Stephen's Day

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Encyclopedia Britannica

[noseams]

Aye! Meet Echo, Mayday's soulsister lol

Theyre not related per se but they grew up together in the same area, eventually forming a band of three. Well, there used to be three but the third one is gone now.

Adding a sprinkle of symbolism here, Mayday and Echo represent Medusa and Euryale respectively, two of the gorgon sisters in greek mythology. This more so helps me figure out their afflatus with a pinch of creative liberty.

Mayday: Beast arcanist; can conjure a dark substance that come in the form of spikes laced with a paralyzing effect should a person come into contact of it.

Echo: Mineral arcanist; a potion maker that deals more with scents, incense, etc.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Random oneshots Fatui Harbingers

4k word count

Fatui Harbingers x gn!reader

(Yes all, but in separate forms) (unedited) (reader is an adult)

No yandere well uh… Dottore and Signora's questionable, but other than that it's all just fluff!

Various readers like;

cook! Reader, secretary! Reader, dancer! Reader, ect.

Spoilers for Scaramouche's part (hints at his origins)

Platonic or at least I tried to make it like that. And yes, these are heavily inspired by other media. (ps. I did this instead of studying for my economics class. RIP my grades, bes)

T: swear words, implied relationship (Capitano)

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Childe x Toymaker! Reader

“What do you mean you broke it?!”

Your patience is wearing thin as it is the nth time this year that the strange Snezhnayan man had ordered from your little shop. You’re a bit peeved that he kept breaking the toys as if it weren’t any big deal, you’ve poured your heart and soul into this damn it! Eying the piece of cloth in hand and a needle in the other. Was all your work just a waste?

The ginger haired scratches his head. “ Look I’m sorry, doll. But can you atleast cut me some slack? I’ll quadruple the pay for the next one!” He clasps his hands together, hoping you’ll say yes.

“Childe, I’m a person. Not some machine.”Sighing as the incense that’s supposed to make you feel calm fails to do its purpose.

“I know that! Just please, just this once. My little brother is expecting a gift.. PLEASE!” He sat next to you while you just kept sewing.

“If my craft is too flimsy for you, go find someone else then!” Feels like he just stomped over your heart.

They were like your children, and he knows it. Tears pricked, threatening to fall. Each toy made by you was given names, you even remembered who you sold it to. One of the reasons why you sold some to Childe is because of his close ties to another frequent customer.

“I can’t, because I love what you made for them.” That made you stop with your stitching. Right now he's next to you, head on the wooden floor in a child's pose.

"Childe… "That earned a sigh from you. "On one condition… " a wave of relief washed over him. " A week from now, I need you to do something for me."

And that's how Childe had skipped a few work days at the Northland Bank to get a very specific plant. A flower that blooms in a very perilous location.

Meanwhile, you were actually trying to make a very indestructible toy fit for Childe's brother. The wind chimes sang a song before going silent.

When he came back the toy was nearly complete. It looks so odd yet wonderous to look at, a rifthound mannequin. It even looked real given the size of it.

You were nowhere to be seen, but a letter on your usual spot. With the words to greet him, telling him that it's nearly done. All he needs is to apply the paint to the mannequin.

Not wanting to talk to him about the pay, but the smile on his face is well enough of a reward.

Childe couldn't thank you enough for making Teucer happy. Happiness is better shared with close friends and comrades.

"You're the best Toy Maker I've ever known… "

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Pantalone x Cook! Reader

"You're always welcomed here."

The Regrator has been sneaking out without his personal guards as of late. He misses the old, shabby, shack that would give him meals whenever he asked back then. Until now the money would pale in comparison to what your family owned diner has done for him. People would chastise for eating something so below his class, though. Even he couldn’t resist the urge to eat a meal made with love and nostalgia.

Before he was given some food, clothes and what could be spared for him before. And now he's tempted to buy out the shop to constantly give cash flow for your family, though it was denied by your father. Saying his sincere thanks and to visit whenever he can, casual talk sometimes is sufficient. Out of respect, he backed off, stating that his offer is still available and that all they need to do is tell him.

Pantalone often wondered if he should propose a job offer to one shop owner's children. That way, he could at least help out. Or another plan is to have your hand, the second oldest for marriage, he didn't mind the scandalous thought of other people for marrying a pauper. In fact he revels in it while showering you (and the family) with expensive gifts that feels like loose change to him. The fruits of his labor along with your family's support.

Ah, but he must be patient.. he must wait for the moment then strike… for now.

"The usual, please." He said as he sat down on the creaky chair.

"Mister Pantalone!” Your head peeked from the small window, that smile that shines brighter than the sun reflecting from the pure white snow. “Welcome, it'll be up in a few moments. I'm nearly finished! " Your voice rang out from the thin wood partition. The scent of something so warm, enticing him to stay longer than he should.

" Take your time, darling."

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Arlecchino x flirty! Reader

“Waltz for the moon, darling”

The Tsaritsa is a humble Archon, and annually she holds a gathering. ‘For what?’ you may ask, Arlecchino isn’t sure of the reason. Something, something of a mythos that sprouted long ago that ties in with the benevolent Frost protector.

The night was long. Columbina didn’t seem to stray away from the piano. The first Harbinger had fled to the balcony. The unhinged Doctor talking to the Regrator for more funds for the latest research. Sandrone minding her own business like the silent but ominous dark guardian at the corner of the room.

A star rained down when the odd eyed woman looked up and managed to catch the sight of you. Cheekily, you smiled at her before walking over. “Greetings Lord Harbinger Arlecchino.” Bowing to her, the smile never left your face. It somewhat disgusts her.

The Knave didn’t know what happened, it was like some kind of spell that was placed upon her. All she knew was having a casual talk then suddenly being dragged to the dance floor with you as the lead. It was humiliating that you both bumped into someone. It was a very rough start, stepping on each other’s feet. Everytime Arlecchino leaves, you bring her back to the dance floor. She didn’t think there’ll be anyone bold enough to do something like this without any ulterior motive.

Though soon enough, both of you were dancing in sync. No words were exchanged that night. Just twirls and before they knew it, Arlecchino got separated from you letting another person occupy her place.

Normally she’d scold you, but in a time and place like this. That has to wait, now even Columbina wants to dance with her.

“Maybe, a little dance here and there would be nice.”

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Columbina x Nomad(like)! Reader

"Juxtaposition is not quite strange, that's for sure"

The Lady had found your performance unique ever since you arrived at Snezhnaya. So resilient to the harsh cold while having such … indecent clothing that you kept on dancing with your traveling friends that played their expertise in music.

As a matter of fact, you pulled her from the side and let her dance with you among the other civilians. Praising her how well she danced to life's music.

The cheeriness isn't what made you intriguing, but the ominous music that rang in the dead of night. Your voice sang dark and fiery whispers of hollowed promises, followed by cackling laughter from your piss drunk friends.

She had come back, after you accidentally forgot one of your belongings to her. She never felt this excited for a new yet familiar face of a friend.

'Dance and die, and live forever!' the darker side of yours sparked within her. From then on, she couldn't help but watch from the sidelines watching your every move.

Like she's seeing a ritual happening before her eyes. Your gentle and loving look now replaced with passionate and fearsome sword dance, in hand is an ornamental sword, moving swift and clean could end a life of a helpless thing.

It later on became a piqued interest, most Harbingers would frown upon her odd fixation to the visiting troupe.

It didn't go unnoticed. However, your group had already left before she could ask you any questions about your kin.

Whenever she's alone, she would try to mimic your moves that night. It felt so wrong yet so good, the flair influences her battle style. Not that anyone would have known other than Arlecchino and Pierro.

She'll hum that haunting tune you sang that a few others seem to like. The gory song that contextualizes a fall of a kingdom. Though what they didn't know is that it's from another person who made the lyrics, shocking to most since she sings almost lullaby-like melodies. Hoping to one day meet you and your troupe.

"Shadows dream of endless fire// flames devour and embers swooped//"

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Sandrone x Servant! Robo! Reader

"To my every beck and call"

You were one of her latest models in her line of research. The pinnacle of all her work, yet has been reduced to such mundane tasks for your Master puppeteer.

Serving her drinks, fetching her clothes, bathe her (or with her), do her hair… well you get it, though it all depends on her mood that day. You have nearly every function a person needs, from herbal knowledge to basically everything under the sun.

No doubt, you are a successful innovation from the rest of Foutaine and the regular machinery.

"My lady, Harbinger Sandrone… Your tea is getting cold." Your voice reminded your mistress of her long forgotten tea.

"Leave it.. come here. I need something of you… "

If it isn't a domestic task, she'll probably ask you to hunt something for her. It's a little objective to see how long you could last out in the cold winters. Didn't last too long since you kept waking up on her workbench. Sandrone told you, you were still in the making and needed to be fixed as long there's errors with you.

Whispers from various Fatui agents can be heard surrounding your mistress, rumors of you going to be replaced by a newer model. It stunted your performance once you heard it, afterall it was inevitable given that your mistress might discard you and make a brand new one; stronger, faster, a better you.

She'd shush your worries by making you feel more welcomed, participating in her testing in various research. If she were a slightly different master then you aren't sure what would happen. Either way, you love your mistress from the very bottom of your robotic heart. Didn't even care how degrading the task is. That's how deep your devotion goes.

"Snowball, I need your help again."

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Capitano x reader

" On par of a warrior's blood"

Capitano may not have enough time for you, but he does appreciate you trying to do these little things for him. Like bringing him some beverages, snacks between his training sessions. Especially when you tried so hard to make it for him, he won't decline it.

Little cuddles under his coat, it delights him. Even though he does not show it, low hums would be enough to tell that he likes you having close to him.

What gets him going is you snuggling with him in bed, mumbling about how big and strong he is. A way to stroke his ego, especially with a cute little lamb like you to protect.

"What snacks do you want for tomorrow? Oranges in chocolate? Cookies? Or maybe.. me?" You tried to tease him, though not getting a reaction from him, at least not from the outside.

Within the safety of his helmet lies a very embarrassed man. "As long as you made it, I don't mind.."

That made you pout at him." But that's what you've said last time.. " pressing up against him a bit more.

" I need to know what you think.. don't worry, I can wait. " Trying to assure him.

" I hope you'll still be patient as time marches on then.. " He combed his gloves fingers in your hair, slightly tugging it.

"I will… hope you'll do the same for me." Not even the flames of Natlan could match the warmth of their hugs.

Capitano really likes to be close to you, but with the work on his shoulders and guiding the military. He has a hard time juggling the fickle schedule he has.

"I have some spare time tomorrow. Do you know how to play chess?"

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Pierro x Massage therapist! Reader

"Welcome, how may I serve you?"

When he first heard about you, it was in the guise of a suggestion. The Regrator himself that sings your praises for your hands that could melt stress away. There are others who call you the mage with Solar gauntlet with how warm your hands are.

He was skeptical since the rich man deemed it 'necessary' for the old man like him to 'take a chill pill' for once. Ignoring their advice until Pantalone had to set up an appointment for the Jester with the help of Pulcinella to lure the poor fool into the spa.

You remembered the first time he entered the humble establishment in Snezhnaya.

Face all scrunched up and wanted to leave, yet his subordinates stopped him from going. And there's you with a few other of your co-workers.

Pierro, of course, is placed in your care. Much to Pantalone's distaste, since he is your number one customer. He's a bit picky when it comes to self-care.

The battle scarred and hardened body seemed to melt under your touch as he began to unwind himself. Seeing that satisfied smile, big hands grip on to the table and eye fluttering shut could melt your heart.

"Sir, please relax. This is a safe place."

After that encounter with the first Harbinger's relaxation. Pantalone finds you, his favorite employee booked by someone else who isn't him and you aren't allowed to share the client's details with him. As much as it irked him, he can't go get himself blacklisted.

You kinda like this new customer. Sure, he doesn't talk as much but he does have a cute sleepy face. Only you could see the vulnerable side of the Jester and live. Knowingly he comes here often to relieve stress in his words;

"Another appointment, sir?"

"Yes, though my subordinates kept insisting I should come here even without them."

You just smiled at him and processed the unearned income.

"It shall be done, sir. Thank you again for choosing us." You bowed

…

"Sir, you seemed to be tense. Please, relax and let me do the work."

"Mm… a little bit more on the right…"

"Of course, Sir."

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Dottore x Reader

" You're the best doctor I've ever had!"

You aren't sure if the one with you right now is the doctor himself but, both of you right now are together in a meeting room. His head on your lap while proofreading his latest thesis statement before going to the next one. It was one of the few times where he doesn't even want to work with the others, like the clones or Harbingers.

The younger versions would be such little gremlins and practically begged you to spend some time with them since they're so tired of everyone's BS and the Scientific investigation projects were practically endless for the little clones. They'll often drag your sorry little ass to the couch and cuddle with you.

While the older versions would just lead you to the couch with a hug from the back if you two were alone. It would be troublesome if someone were to see him in this state, especially Pantalone.

Promising you a little rest time for working so hard under the Tsaritsa's rule and 'acting' as your 'friend' just to get that same treatment as the clone who started the mess.

He never felt so placid before, he'd often request you as often as possible. Though you do notice the glaring difference between the younger and older versions of himself. But the battle that happened behind the scenes is… less than mature, the walls and ceilings of his lab were baptized in blood, it's unclear whether or not it's from the clones stabbing each other or them tossing their patients' innards at one another. (Kinda like a snowball/food fight if you think about it/ want to ignore all the blood and gore.) All for the few hours of calmness and the sound of you singing in their ear, just for them.

The Prime Dottore got pissed once the most reliable clone told him that he has to ship his ass back to Snezhnaya to quell the fight. So of course he has this rotational schedule for all of them, including himself to see what all the fuss is about. (The younger ones booed since they're in the latter part of the rotation)

Bonus: if you're lucky enough, maybe one of the clones or Dottore would probably sing something in french while you just comb his hair, humming along. If it's a clone, most likely wants to have a special memory with you alone before his decommissioning, so sweet yet so bitter. Him singing a soft tune that he made up for you while he waits for his turn. Your hands give him some care, like combing with a brush or cleaning his ears.

"C'est ça, l'Amour, Le grand Amour L'Amour qui fait chanter la vie."

"Doc, since when have you brushed your hair?" Or " Zan, Zan, don't sleep with your mask on… "

“Am I the Doctor here or you are?”

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Scara x Poet! Reader

" Too bad no fools allowed! "

Listening to you telling stories has always been his favorite pastime whenever he's alone.

Money is usually a problem for you, though it's fine the passion you hold in your profession burns brighter than any vision holder. Still, no vision to be seen. Perhaps there is no need of a vision to embody the dedication, or the Gods deemed you unworthy to hold it. Nevertheless, you seemed a lot happier even without it.

This time you were in Liyue, telling stories of forgotten myths and legends that transpired so far away into the past.

"I don't want to die… " A weak cry left your voice, a tear escaped from your eye. Scaramouche felt a ting from his chest, when your hand outstretched for Celestia above.

"The maiden's love didn't rely on selfish reasoning, nor did she ask for something in return, doing everything in her power to protect her beloved… and what could never be her's. A denied privilege that haunts her very core! "

'What a fool', is what the tossed puppet would want to say. He had a similar experience with the saga's protagonist.

"With a cup of blood in hand, our knight in shining armor excelled in all expectations. And yet… " you spun around a bit, facing the audience, with a hand next to your lips as if to whisper to your ghostly partner that is the chivalrous protagonist.

" ' You're not my sister! They laughed, You're not my daughter! He scorned, you're not perfect! They screeched.' Indeed she wasn't. Playing pretend became the latest trend, as bit by bit she clung to the hollowed promise that somehow… someday… Within the gaping pits of dirt and sea, she will find salvation!"

That's what Scaramouche wanted to believe, a sliver of chance to happiness…

It's only a little fantasy of his, but he will find his own redemption soon even if he has to stare at the face of the abyss itself until it blinks.

" 'No cost too great.' " Finally something he, and your character agree on. The road to hell is a treacherous one, but Scaramouche had a few things over your character: his bravery in the facade of madness, is one of them.

"Psh, give this to that wretched troubadour just to shut that mouth for this week. Their style is shit, even I could do better."

Even he wouldn't want to admit the love he has for your style of legends.

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Pulcinella x Secretary! Reader (platonic)

"With all due respect, I'm just an assistant. Not a child."

Being Mayor, it gets pretty lonely sometimes. But that's why you're here, his secretary! The job description didn't actually include hanging out with him out of work. But here you are, almost acting like the mature child in his family who thinks that everything needs to be taken seriously.

"Mayor, you have an appointment later at three this afternoon."

" Hohoho, to rush things could only worsen things, Little one."

Or

" Sir, it's not professional of me to accept this gift."

"Nonsense! You've been with me for the last, how many years? And I still have to thank you for your unyielding patience. "

Or even…

" Sir… Sir… S I R, this is no time to pick out children's toys for Lord Harbinger Tartaglia's siblings, we could do it after the meeting. Lord Harbinger Jester would be furious with us when we meet him again out of schedule."

" You worry too much, little one. With the hounds of Snezhnaya, we'll be there in a jiffy."

That's what he said last time, you both were late at the meeting.

Then there’s that one time,

“Mayor, what do you mean ‘we’ have to cancel all appointments for this afternoon? Oh no, no, no, no. Sir, I appreciate your concerns but my love life is my own business and not to be mingled with our work!”

“Oh but, Targtaglia is such a nice boy, just a little rough around the edges. This once, you won’t regret it.”

You fucking swear, that this Igor lookin ass rooster knows what buttons to press and would love to see you pull out your hair for you to keep your shit together. The only thing keeping you grounded is that he's your boss and a Harbinger, the highest socialite in Snezhnaya. The choke-hold he has, no matter how short he is compared to you.

Looking at your state right now, you're developing some strands of white hair from all the stress that comes with the job.

He hands you a cup of (preference) with a smile, "it's not so bad to unwind a bit. Drink up, you'll feel better."

You don’t want to admit as much as he did, but you do find these moments rather endearing after a certain point.

“See? Now, that wasn’t so bad.”

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La Signora x (?)Reader

"You only got three chances in life."

During one of her strolls, the pale lady finds herself quite the situation. You are in a bear trap, calf all bloodied and peirced.

Tear stained face looked up at Signora, not one word spoken but a weak whine..

She had freed you from your doom. what she had on her, sunken look, that heavy breathing, so pitiful.

A once malnourished person who had been running for days can see their face. She let you go, on your own to survive.

The next time she met you was at Mondstadt, tied to a tree this time. With her fanning herself using a lacy fan. Her lackies near her, unfortunately caught by them since you were nearby scavenging.

"What's a sweet little pooch like you doing here?

Your nose flared at her remark. On guard, with no weapons. Seeing no threat in her since she had released you from that trap.

"Cat caught your tongue?" The crimson witch walked near to examine you up close and personal. You were healthier than the last time.

"I see you're recovering well. That's good." Wordlessly she gestured to the agents to release you, for a little battle of dominance. You're no stranger to this dance as you circle around her, you may owe your life to this stranger. But it isn't worth it in a predicament like this.

La Signora huffs and when to use her whip to put some fear into you, only have you caught that salt soaked tassel of leather from reaching you. Mistakes were made that she swore to not make another one after you were recaptured.

This time instead of flimsy ropes. You were chained to her like a dog, always growling and snarling at her similarly to a rift hound. Yet never would harm her.

Mouth caged so you wouldn't even dare to bite her.

"What a pooch." Signora mumbled under her breath. Not once did you talk, she had assumed you were unknowledgeable by any means.

That falls in her next mistake, showing some mercy with you. She once had given you pails of water to quench your thirst without the mouth restraint. Didn't even fight back, she had presumed you were in dire need of intake. That soon followed meals… then less restraints. Until her mind swayed, you're harmless to her.

When a sudden attack happened during her stay in a certain nation. A planned assassination got put into action, it would have been successful if it weren't for you taking the hit in her stead.

The image of you writhing in pain from the electro damage stung, similar to being fried from the inside. She thought you were a fool for helping her stay alive. Nonetheless, the assassin was dealt with. You? Well be worried about that later.

"... Haha… Am I in celestia or is the moon closer than I realized?" You tried to joke the moment you woke up, head on her lap. And it was the first time you made an actual sentence with her.

"You little brat, you gave me a scare there." Only a huff was heard from you.

" Good then… "

Her final mistake… well…

" Can't believe a pooch like you manage to worm your way here… "

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Yeah, I'll definitely edit out heavily on Signora's part

[norrriey]

crafting bloodborne oc yuri based off tweets that are nowhere near yuri

[onemeangreenbean]

Anything CH 6

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC 

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: none

WORDCOUNT: 5,838

A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 6. This one and the next are a little slow but we gotta do it for the plot! Also I feel the need to state that I in fact grew up listening to Super Junior so don't take anything in this fic TOO seriously. As always I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to interact and talk to me 🥰

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“Get up.” The chill from the AC bombarded Wynter’s body as she fought to pull the comforter back up. When she got it settled around her again it was yanked off of her, but this time Yoongi had discarded the offending material on the floor so that she couldn’t re-cover herself. 

Wynter groaned as she opened on eye to peer up at the demon lording over her. His gaze was piercing as he waited for her to move. Instead of getting up like she knew he was hoping for she opted to grab a pillow and place it over her head to block out the sun. It was short lived as the pillow was promptly yanked off causing Wynter to groan louder. 

What she didn’t expect was to be lifted off of the bed, a small yelp living her lips as she was unceremoniously tossed on the couch. She shot him a glare through her half sleep gaze as she tried to reorient herself  to being vertical. Yoongi stood there patiently, jaw tense,  as Wynter got herself together pulling her bonnet off letting her curls spill forward in a mess around her head. 

“Yoongi, it’s too fucking early for this.” Wynter mumbled as she walked over to her alter to give thanks to her ancestors. Centering herself she rang the brass bell and lit an incense. Yoongi had been on this kick for the past few weeks of waking her up at the ass crack of dawn to get started in training. He was instance on getting her back to the basics. Quizzing her constantly and making sure her rootwork practice what up to snuff. Which it was in Wynter’s eyes, but not according to Yoongi’s standards. 

She had been reading books on theology, wards, curses, spells, demonology, magical items, spiritual weapons, and various of “essential” knowledge that the little demon deemed necessary. Not that it wasn’t, just that waking up this early to study it was. Wynter was a zombie as she walked around the apartment checking the wards. Her magic lazy and slow this early. What she needed was caffeine, which was being held hostage behind Yoongi’s body which was leaned up against the counter as he observed her. 

“Move,” grumbling she shoved him aside to reach the coffee maker. Her taste buds awaited the steaming liquid but as she poured it she could tell that it was ice cold. Wynter side eyed the demon as she slammed her cup onto the counter. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength the not punch him in the face. 

Hanging her head she hovered her hand over the cup of cold liquid. The spell was easy, a simple ward and small incantation, it was the focus that threw it off for her. Wynter was great at throwing up protection wards. It was what she was tasked with at home. She was comfortable with them because after doing something for so long it become second nature. Other facets of magic, even different wards, were something she wasn’t comfortable with. Not being confident in her magic was her biggest problem and hindrance to her magical life.

Wynter knew that she needed to get comfortable using magic in her everyday life in order to move past her aversion to her own power. It was hard though. The wall she had put up between her and the ability to let the energy flow naturally was blocked. Magic that was yielded with hesitance and fear, was magic that was dangerous to all, including the person wielding it.  Yoongi was trying to move her past it, forcing her day in and day out to use it in her life. Even if it meant warming up coffee. 

Steam began to raise from her mug as she focused on the feeling of warmth she wanted the liquid to take on, focusing on controlling how much magic she let out. Yoongi watched her quietly as he monitored the flow of energy. Scorching liquid splashed up on Wynter and all over the counter and cabinets as the cup exploded. “Damnit!” Fustratrated, snatched up a rag from the sink and started cleaning up the mess - throwing the broken ceramic pieces in to the garbage. Yoongi silently assisted her in the clean up and warmed up some coffee for her. 

“I’m never going to get it.” She scowled down at the perfectly temperature coffee. How he was able to do it so effortlessly aggravated her to no end. 

“You just need to stop rushing it, and trust that it will work the way it’s supposed to.” Yoongi stated. “You try to control it to much.” Scoffing Wynter looked out the window. She knew that Yoongi was right. That if she allowed the magic to follow the natural flow it wanted to instead of trying to force it then she probably wouldn’t have to clean up coffee every morning. 

“You have any news on Jiyeon?” Wynter wanted to change the topic, even if the topic caused Yoongi to let out a frustrated sigh. 

“No. It seems as though she’s gone underground.” Wynter knew that Yoongi had been working trying to locate the witch who cursed her but every lead he had was a deadend. Her apartment stood empty and anyone he asked about her seemed to act like she never even existed. Which at this point, Wynter was even starting to doubt if the girls name was even Jiyeon. 

“She has to be working for someone, which makes sense. But to go through so much to kill you and take you power is what’s bothering me.” Yoongi seemed to be talking more to himself than to Wynter at this point. She watched as his brows furrowed and his face pulled into his think face - little pout and all. He had been sending out all of the contacts that he had to see if they could gather any information about a low level witch who was working for a high level demon, but nothing had come back so far. 

Wynter walked off to leave Yoongi to his mumbling and plotting. While she still was having problems letting go of her “control” issues with the flow of magic, she was improving on her ability to place wards on her body. She still had to do it everyday, so it took some time in the morning , but she just incorporated it into her morning routine. The one that she was happy she mastered was the mind block one. Living with someone who could read your mind was  annoying on the best of days and infuriating on the worst. So as soon as she saw that it was thing she all but bullied Yoongi into teaching her. 

Though living with the demon wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi did his share around their now shared tiny apartment, mostly taking over the cooking. Wynter doesn’t understand how she had become banned from her own damn kitchen but she wasn’t going to complain about the amazing meals coming out of it. Her regular diet of ramen and sandwiches thrown to the wayside. It also wasn’t as awkward as she imagined it to be living with a grown , and incredibly attractive, man would be. They had only walked in on each other twice in the bathroom which, while it wasn’t Yoongi hadn’t already seen on her, Wynter saw just enough to keep her up at night. 

They left each other alone for the most part if it didn’t involve training or the curse. Yoongi had still yet to tell Wynter about the war brewing down below that he was now the official head of, but she worked enough that he could just go to his meetings and be back before she got home. He only needed her involved in one problem at a time. 

Yoongi cast as glance to the side as Wynter opened the fridge, taking in her shorts and t-shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be looking but while he had promised himself to not think any further about the soulmate bond, he still allowed himself the occasionally look at her ass. “Do you know any wards to help stay cool?” Wynter pulled out some homemade ice tea and poured it into a reusable coffee cup to take with her. 

Seoul had been hit with a heatwave for the past few days and it was making everything miserable, including her walk to Mikrokosmos. “Yeah,” Setting his empty coffee on the counter he walked over to where Wynter stood with her head in the freezer trying to cool off. When she heard him stand behind her, she reluctantly removed her head from the icey salvation. Taking his hand he placed it on her forehead and thought about the coolest spring day he could think off. What the breeze feels like? How it felt on his skin as the light chill spring air cocooned him.

“Thank god!” She groaned laid her forehead on his chest. The movement startling him a bit since he had been trying his best to avoid touching her outside of the normal amount. “Why didn’t you let me do it though,” Wynter’s voice came out mumbled from where her face was in his chest. 

“Be serious. You exploded a cup a coffee, there was no way you weren’t going to make yourself freeze to death.” His chuckled rumbled in his chest causing Wynter to removed her head and look up at him. Eyes big and wide as she pouted a bit. 

“That’s why I have you here to unthaw me,” she smiled up at him. Wynter had one of those smiles that lit up her whole face as she laughed. Tapping his chest so that Yoongi could take a step back, she thanked him and made her way towards the door. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag she chirped out a goodbye to Yoongi as she left.

The walk wasn’t as miserable as it had been in past days now that she had the cooling ward that Yoongi had placed on her. Wynter was annoyed that she hadn’t thought to ask him about it earlier that week. The store was quiet when she got in, but she could see the light coming out of Namjoon’s workspace in the back so she knew he was here. If today was going to be anything like the past few weeks had been she was sure she wouldn’t see the tall shaman until around closing. 

Sighing she opened the store in silence and went about restocking some of the books in the back. Wynter was happy that the store was able to get back to what it was pre-fight. Between Wynter and Namjoon’s magic, they had been able to piece the place back together relatively quick, barring a few books that were destroyed in the fight. Since than though Wynter noticed that Namjoon had been keeping his distance from her. Only interacting when it pertained to the store or when he needed to re up her amulet.

Really the only Kim that would talk to her for any amount of time was Taehyung. All Jin did was see the youngest to the store with food and medicine for Wynter. She had apologized profusely for Yoongi hurting him, the red welt around his neck a constant reminder. Eventually he told her to stop and that it was okay, but his visits to the store and talks to her we less frequent and oftentimes short. She figured that both Seokjin and Taehyung were trying to stay out of the way until Wynter and Namjoon started talking again. 

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. Wynter valued Namjoon’s friendship and presences in her life and didn’t want to loose that. She had tried everything from food to asking questions about an obscure topic he would usually spend hours explaining to her. Yet, she had only receive short answers or the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Each time she walked away in defeat but today Wynter was determine to talk to the man. 

One the few morning costumers had left, Wynter armed herself with her homemade sweet tea and ventured back into the workshop. The sweet tea had always been her trump card when she was in trouble. Now was it because of her immaculate recipe or her doing a small sweetin’ spell on it? Who could really say. All that mattered was that it never failed to sweeten people up and make a situation and conversations easier to navigate. Her knuckles rapted on the wooden door frame alerting Namjoon of her presence. Usually Wynter would just walk in but she didn’t want to overstep any of the new boundaries that had been put up. 

“Yeah,” his voice was barely audible, but she heard it nonetheless. 

“I brought you some of my homemade sweet tea,” Wynter said in a sing song voice. When she got no response so went on, “It’s a great cool and refreshing way to beat this heat.” Wynter watched as Namjoon continued working on whatever it was he was working on, not even sparing her a glance. “I figured you may be thirsty,” her voice trailed off as Namjoon heaved a sigh, dragon eyes looking up. 

“What do you want, Wynter?” The cold indifference in his voice was jarring to her, but she understood where it was coming from. 

“Well, the store is empty and I came back to see what you were up to,” she tapped the glass in her hand and she tried to keep the conversation going. “You know see if you needed help with anything.”

Namjoon regarding her for a moment before answer, “Well, I don’t need help.” The conversation was getting nowhere, especially not in the direction that Wynter needed it to go in. He had even turned back to his task. She knew that Namjoon was good at reading between the lines, so at this point it just seemed as though he was going to make her work for every single syllable she pulled from him. 

Wynter was tired of tip toeing around him. With a huff she stalked over to his desk and sat the glass of tea in front of him. Pulling up a wayward chair and sitting down. “What would you like for me to say?” Her frustration with the situation bleeding out into her tone. “I’ve apologized I don’t know how many times. I’ve put in extra hours. I’m tried to start conversations with you on various topics. Brought peace offerings. Took my studies seriously. So what do I have to say or do to get you to speak to me?” 

While her tone wasn’t the nicest she needed him to lay it out for her because she was losing him, her best friend. Namjoon shook his head at her outburst, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know Wyn.” Silence hung between them as she waited for him to continue. “What do you talk about with someone who betrayed you in various ways? Look,” his eyes soften as he took inWynter’s demeanor. Her figure closing in on itself. “I want to forgive you, and I do, I’m just finding it hard to figure out where to start rebuilding our trust.” 

Wynter gave a curt nod as she racked her brain. She knew he was right, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve kicked Namjoon out of her life in a heartbeat. The fact that she still was even working at his store was really just a testament to how kind and patient he was. She understood that it was going to take some time in order to build their relationship back up but she at least had a step. Slowly she slid the glass over to him. 

“I think I may have a way.” Namjoon looked at the golden liquid skeptical as Wynter explained. “This is my special sweeting sweet tea-”

“Isn’t all sweet tea sweet?” Wynter rolled her eyes at his interruption. 

“Yes. But this one is special because it has a sweeting charm on it.” Before he could protest she cut him off, “It’s nothing serious, just a charm to help you see situation a bit better. Open you mind up to paths that you wouldn’t have considered if you were upset. I promise it doesn’t make you feel or think things you wouldn’t normally.” 

Namjoon picked up the glass, the ice clinking around as he inspected it. “My mama would always give it to me if I was having a bad day or was mad about something as a kid. Completely harmless. See?” She reached over and took a sip of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she felt the world become brighter. Colors more vivid and her deposition that this conversation was hopeless shift into one full of prospects and compromises. It took a moment of him observing her but he must have felt like it was okay because he finally took a drink himself. 

“Wow,” Namjoon smacked his lips as he peered down into the glass. “This is really good.” 

“Is there anything that you want to know that could help as move forward? I cherish you in my life and I want us to get back to some semblance of what we had before.” She didn’t want to pressure him but she figured if she was tired then so was he. 

“Are you really okay with him having you soul and power?” Namjoon stared directly into her eyes. It wasn’t a question that she thought he would ask. 

Shifting uncomfortable in the seat, Wynter looked at her hands in her lap unable to meet his gaze. “Of course not! It’s actually terrifying , but,” She paused trying to collect her thoughts and words so that Namjoon wouldn’t misunderstand. “I feel deep down that out of all of the options that could have happened this was the best outcome.” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up into his eyebrows at her words. 

Before he could interrupt she continued, “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m just being honest. I’m still going to try everything I can to find a way out of this contract but to be frank Yoongi is a really good teacher.”

Scoffing, Namjoon shook his head, “I’ve been trying to teach and mentor you for over a year. Are you saying that I’m shit at it.”

Wynter could see the hurt that was in his eyes as he posed his question. “Absolutely not!” She leaned over placing his hands in hers. “You are a wonderful teacher it’s just that you both teach differently. I still learned the bulk of what I know from you. Yoongi just has a more abrasive why of getting his points across,” she mumbled the last bit, still annoyed at being woken up so damn early. 

“Truly, I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust and didn’t come to you with this sooner.” Wynter whispered softly. “I trust you implicitly but I didn’t show you that, so let me prove it.” The both sat in silence as Namjoon eyes moved across her face, seeming to try and gauge if she was lying or not. 

“Okay,” Namjoon nodded after coming to his decision and squeezed her hands, taking note of how small they were in his. “You really want to find a why out of this contract?”

“Fuck yes,” Wynter laughed, bringing a small smile to Namjoon’s face. 

“Well, it looks like I better get to researching-” Wynter threw her arms around the man before he could finish his sentence. Pulling him into a tight hug. Namjoon was too stunned to react right away but quickly wrapped his arms around Wynter. It felt nice to have her in his arms but he let go as soon as she did. “Um, let me reup your necklace.” He held out his hand for her to drop the amulet into. 

Quickly she unhooked it and gave it to him. It had becoming routine for them in the past few weeks. Namjoon wanted to make sure that the amulet was always at it’s strongest, especially with a curse as strong as it was chipping away at the protection. He made sure to re-enchant it every few days. Between Namjoon’s amulet, Jin’s medicine, and Yoongi’s hovering, Wynter felt as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as knew, but she could tell that she was regaining her spiritual energy back. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she was at least up to seventy-five, which was enough to start training training according to Yoongi. 

Wynter didn’t agree but the demon was unwavering in his resolve. If she could push back actually having to use her power until never she would. The thought of unleashing it filled her with anxiety and fear. Yoongi wasn’t wrong because she could feel the power that she tried to suppress bubbling to the surface, an unfortunate byproduct of everyone trying to help her. It wasn’t even something she had been knowingly doing. 

The rest of her shift felt less awkward now that they had talked and flew by. “Um, let me know if you need anything,” Namjoon returned her necklace. “I’ll try and see what I can find out about breaking high level demon contracts.”

“Thanks again, Joonie!” Wynter stated as she gathered her things to get ready to leave, missing the blush that colored the mans face. She needed to get home in order to call her momma. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called as she rushed out the storefront. She didn’t get to talk to her momma often due to time difference between them, so when she could find a way to she took it. 

Thankfully, the walk home was quick and the apartment thankfully empty, Wynter didn’t know where Yoongi went off to when she wasn’t around but she honestly did not care cause it gave her some peace and quiet. Her phone rang as she was warming up some leftover that Yoongi had left in the fridge for her. “Momma!” 

“Hey, baby,” the honey tone of her momma’s voice soothed Wynter. “Is now a good time?”

“Any times a good time when you call,” the both chuckled at Wynter’s cheesiness. “How’s business going?” Her momma had a small shop in their town where she would take on clients to do some spiritual work for. It wasn’t lucrative but it did pay the bills and allow them to live comfortably. 

“Oh, it’s going. Rev. Brown asked me to help him in some candle rituals this last week. Apparently, the congregation has been going through it!” The talked for a bit about the hometown gossip and how family was doing. “Right, Marcus asked about you the other day.”

Wynter’s smiled faded at hearing that her former friend had inquired about her. It was hard keeping her distance but she needed to. Wynter knew she didn’t deserve his thoughts, after when she had done. 

 “Oh baby,” she hated hearing the pity in her momma’s voice. “You got to let it go. You can’t keep denying you abilities.” Wynter snorted in response because of course she would say that. Her family had always seen her power as a blessing, when what it truly was was a curse. “You have got to not let it control you.”

“That’s easier said then done. You don’t understand what it’s like having this ability.” Wynter’s family had been filled with powers focusing on healing or prophecy and protection. Not her power though. She had a power that could create as much as it could destroy. A matter based power that allowed her to pluck things out of and into existence but since matter can neither be created or destroyed, anything she created had to come from somewhere. Wynter found out the hard way the bigger the creation the bigger the destruction. 

A walking black hole is how she would describe herself. Slowly dragging things into her orbit and pulling them apart atom by atom. That’s what she did to Marcus and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking he would be dead too. So, no, Wynter had no desire to try to learn to control her power or train with it, but with her contract with Yoongi she was going to have to figure it out. 

“I know I don’t understand the impact using your gift has on you, but what I do understand is that you not being able to control it is more my fault than yours-”

“Momma,” Wynter sighed. 

“No, Wynter. If I took the time to learn more about you gift and trained you properly than you would be in a better place. So that’s on me.” Wynter could hear her mommas determination bleeding though the phone. It was the same  conversation that they had every time her power would be brought up. Both of them trying to out guilty the other, leading only into silence as they both never knew how to resolve the problem. 

Though this time Wynter understood, albeit reluctantly, that the solution lay with the demon she had made a deal with. Yoongi knew what he was doing and Wynter trusted that he would be able to stop her if need be. It was an uncomfortable truth admitting that she was using him as a kind of safety net that she knew Namjoon wanted to be for her. In order to be truly open to using her power she needed someone she knew would be willing to take her out if it became out of control. 

Wynter hated that the only way she could see using her power was by knowing the death was the only way to stop her, but until proven otherwise that’s what she would go with. They spoke for a bit more after that, the conversation stilted but they would rather go through a million awkward pauses then hangup that phone. She conveniently didn’t mention how she made a deal with a demon to her momma, figuring she had had enough lecturing to last her a life time. Wynter knew it was only a matter of time until one of her ancestors dimed her out so she would just wait until she couldn’t any more. 

“Well, I gotta go make this food for your father before he starts tearing up my house. He already done came in her twice with those big ol eyes of his,” her momma chuckled. 

“Okay. Tell him I said hi and that I love him.”

“I will. Love you baby.”

“Love you to momma.”

The smoke in the bar was causing Yoongi’s nose to itch, ut he tampered down the urge to scratch it. He hated having to meet in places like this but this bar was the only one he was sure he had full control over. Solar had been a formidable ally to this rebellion and had graciously allowed him and the others to meet up to strategize there. 

Moonbyul gave him a head nod, which he returned, as he walked by and down the hidden stairway that was tucked behind the bar. He heard his men before he saw them. “All I’m saying, Jimin, is that if it was me Shindong wouldn’t have been able to get away. You go to soft on them.”

“I’m sorry, but unlike you I was a little preoccupied with making sure I didn’t fucking die.” Yoongi made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the to two young ones still arguing while, Hobi watched amused and drunk his beer. 

“Hyung tell him my job is hard too,” Jungkook turned to Yoongi with a slight pout on his lips and doe eyes imploring him to take his side. Jimin on the other hand looked ready to throw his chair at the youngest face. 

“Both jobs are hard,” Yoongi mumbled out. “But unlike Jimin you’re not actively fighting.” Jungkook let out a gasp of betrayal while Jimin just looked smug. They continued bickering with Hobi’s encouragement in the form of snide remarks. Yoongi sipped his whisky as he took it in, not realizing that he missed this. The feeling of being around people who would do anything for you and vice versa. 

All three men had followed him into the underworld without a second thought, committing themselves to a life in literal hell. Jimin was the best assassin that Yoongi had and Jungkook was right behind them. Their competition to be better than each other made them the best in the kingdom. Though at the end of the day they would do anything to protect one another. Yoongi couldn’t believe that in his long life that he had found folks willing to follow hims blindly into hell. Stupid if anyone asked him. 

Taking a final sip of the amber liquid Yoongi cleared his throat, the table quieting down. Glancing over at Jimin he asked, “Updates?”

“I was able to gather some territories in the west but then Shindong started in with those fucking earthquakes. Everytime I would think I got far enough away I’d be hit with one.” Jimin ran his hands through his auburn hair. Yoongi grimace at the thought of the demons earth magic. It was handy in a way that he could just open up the earth and swallow you whole. He was happy that Jimin hadn’t fallen into one of the fissures Shindong opened up. 

“I was able to gather about another legion or two before I had to fight him head on. Unfortunately, he got away by creating a rift.” At this Jungkook snickered. “When you’re staring into a bottomless chasm see if you don’t save yourself!”

“What about you, Jungkook?” Yoongi watched as the young assassin turned to look at him. 

“I was able to injury Yesung and take a grab about half a legion from his territory,” he stated proudly. Fortunately for them demons are fickle with their loyalty. So if they are unhappy with the currently reign then they are easily swayed to whoever’s side will overthrow. Yoongi was just happy he had made a large enough name for himself to cause demons to follow him without pause. 

He had always been good at domestic and foreign affairs, making it easy for him to create allies. Unlike Jungsoo who made enemies everywhere he went. 

“Okay. Hoseok?” 

The red haired demon looked over the brim of his beer and made eye contact with Yoongi. “I was able to take out Heechul and Eunhyuk. I know they were on your ass for a bit, but they like the rest of the ELF faction think that they’re infallible, which they found out that they are not.” The smile that he had on his face could be describe as sinister and Yoongi had never been more happy that he would never have to face his best friend in battle. 

“I was also able to get some information out of them about some of Jungsoos plan,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not a lot to go on but it seems as though he’s power collecting. My opinion,” he stated frowning, “It seems as though he feels his power slipping and it’s trying to tighten the reins by outranking and outpowering any opposition.” Yoongi hummed in thought and agreement, tapping his finger on the table as he thought. It sounded like something Jungsoo would do. It’s what ever fading leader or dynasty did to protect itself; lash out, becoming overly aggressive, and in this cause make mistakes. Power hoarding wasn’t unheard of but it’s something only bottomfeeder demons did, not something someone in Jungsoo’s position would do because it made them look weak, and that was something Yoongi could use to his advantage. 

Smirking Yoongi’s tapping stopped. “We need to keep gathering factions and allies, but don’t engage any of ELF. I want them scrambling trying to regain the ones they lost. Jimin start a few rumors regarding them stealing powers, make sure they stick. Jungkook keep doing what you’re doing focus on the SHAWOLS faction, we need them on our side to turn the rest. Hobi,” Yoongi paused to run his hands through his hair, “figure out where these powers are coming from. We need to find a way to cut off the supply.” 

The men at the table all nodded in agreement. The stayed for a bit longer, catching up and drink a few more rounds, not really knowing the next time they would see each other. They all knew that war was brutal and that tomorrow was never promised so they always made the most of their time together. It was a fucked up family, but it was their fucked up family. Yoongi, as always, was the first to leave, having reached his interaction threshold. 

“Where are you off to, hyung?” Jungkook inquired, the alcohol making his face flushed. Yoongi knew that he would have to tell them about Wynter at some point but for know he wanted to just keep her to himself. 

“Took a new contract-” the sound of disbelief and confusion went between Jungkook and Jimin. “Yah! I take them every now and then.”

“Taking on a contract in the middle of a war is an interesting choice,” Yoongi leveled Hobi with a glare. He was fully aware that dividing his time was a risky move but he also knew that having someone with a power like Wynter’s on their side would be useful. If he could get her to use the fucking thing. 

“It was an interesting case,” he quirked an eyebrow challenging any of them to press him further. Hobi raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. Yoongi owed them an explanation, just not today. “See you all later.” He apparated once he made it out of the bar. 

The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of the tv playing quietly. He was silent in his steps as he walked over to where Wynter was curled up on the couch. A half drunk glass of wine on the coffee table and a book laid haphazardly over her face. He still couldn’t understand how she could read with the tv on and still comprehend what she was reading. 

A sigh slipped past his lips and he lifted her into his arms, taking her over to the bed. She made a small whimper as she got comfortable again, falling into a deeper sleep. Yoongi cleaned up her mess before crawling into the otherside of the bed. It had become routine that Yoongi would stay in bed with her as she was still waking up in the middle of the night having night terrors. He got little to no sleep this way. The warmth from her body a constant reminder of her presence next to him. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was torturing himself that this, but he knew that if it made her feel safer he would do it.

[fornasedensgudar]

Have you forgotten her?

Do you know her name?

Who is she?

The goddess Ilmr.

(Pardon my bad english, not my first language)

Shes listed as a goddess and occurs in skaldic kennings in the 10th and 11th centuries, and were likely about to be forgotten and lost to all time.

Her name and mystery intreeged me and my fiance, so we did some witchy trans work and see what we could find and then compared, and we both came down to:

"Goddess of change, opens portals to helheim.

Protect the dead and give a safe passage.

Maker of scents to calm the dying. Half sister to Eir. Cold, alone and missunderstood.

Helps you re-think situations and see diffrent outlooks.

Half asir and half jötunn.

Perhaps listed as a disir and a valkyria."

(This is our UPG so take it as you may, its ok if you see her diffrent.)

But also, Not to far of I say so. If you look at some of the very little we have about her and some theories scholars have.

Like most goddesses her name hints to her role. But we are not sure what it means? Some say ilmr means "pleasant scent". This is strange for a goddess/valkyrie but another of her name some say could etymologically related to almr, meaning Elm tree. A tree that on iceland would then ben a rare and more and more rare thing to see along with most trees after the first settlments. Wich might be why she was forgotten, if she is the goddess of the Elm and the Elm becomes rare and travel to places where the elm grow and pepole know of her, then she becomes more and more unknown.

Another intresting thing about the Elm is that in folklore all over Europe its associated with death, something thats rather intresting when looking to a skald from 950s with the kenning "jalmr Ilmar" meaing "Ilmrs alarm". A nother hint to this is that Ilmr may be related to the noun jalmr (noise).

Also, in "Bjarnar saga Hítdælakappa" Bjarnar calls the disir that tells him about his comming death for "Ilmr armleggjar orma". Meaning sort of "ilmr of the armrings". Another thing hinting to her work in death.

So what do you say? Goddess of good scent? Or death? I say why not both? Of lovely scents and with incense we give thanks to spirits of the dead and their Guardian Who guides them to the next realm. With a lovely scent she calms the dead. She who screams in allarm on the battlefeald, goddeass of the Elm. She who helps those Eir could not.

Ilmr.

Here it up to us, the modern polytheistic community to remake as well make something new. Traditions and gods change and its we Who write the history as we work with and learn more about these gods. ((But remeber to make it clear whats UPG and whats based in old sources))

So what do you say?

Do you know the name Ilmr? And how do you see this forgotten goddess?

[oonajaeadira]

Tiny Shrine: Anubis

There’s something about spring that makes me get all crafty and I don’t know what that is. Maybe it’s the fact that I can finally get outside to spraypaint / use chemicals. Maybe it’s because the SO is finally going away to the cabin on the weekends and leaving me to my own devices. I don’t know.

So I found this box:

And it’s got this weird little grate in it?

I don’t know what it is. A humidor? Potpourri box? Is it for remains? No clue.

But the grate lifts out....

...and it reminds me of a little confessional.

And I, the perpetual altar-maker says, yes. This should be a tiny shrine. But for whom?

Dude. No brainer. My patron diety, protector of the dead, lover of the living, weigher of hearts and lord of secrets... 

WHO ELSE LOVES ANUBIS LIKE I LOVE ANUBIS?

I’ll put the photos under the cut. This is mostly for @lowlights​ since I promised her pictures of my tarot shrine and haven’t been able to work on that one (much bigger project). So she gets this for now. But maybe y’all can appreciate a little craftaganza?

We start with the outside. Let’s add his cartouche and his symbol, the ankh. Because even through Anubis is the god of the dead, he also symbolizes eternal life and appreciating all the beauty of the current one.

And on the other side, let’s add the man of the hour himself.

Hot.

Okay. I was going to do the cartouche in gold, but @feathersandfoxtails​ gave me the inspiration to keep the shrine like a little Egyptian tomb--all business on the outside and let the inside shine.

Like this.

He’s back there, but the grate gives him a little privacy.

So I learned gold leafing for this project and want to bedeck everything now. The grate was just done in gold paint tho. I kept the good stuff for his room.

Tada!!! Tiny shrine for a tiny god! There’s a little carpet (thank you, actual woven carpet bookmark) and a couple of scarabs @feathersandfoxtails​ gave me from Egypt. That little golden pot next to him is a holder for an incense cone...and when I light that sucker up and put the grate on it, it’s gonna spill out like our boy is hot boxing himself in Egyptian musk.

He’s kinda hard to see here, but you have to lookit my wee Anubis. He’s so sweet:

And now he’s got a home!!!

I’m just so tickled with how it turned out. I hope he is too.

Thank you for indulging my crafting excitements. I’ve got a whole bunch of other ones to make, so watch this space for more tiny shrines...

[wicca-foxes]

Witchcraft and recycling

Wicca, and by extension witchcraft, value nature as both a host and a guest in our lifes. Making the most of our resourses is both financially wise and respectful of our believes and values. It is very easy to emast a wide catalogue of stuff in our every day lifes, harvesting what we can to reuse can be a fun way to recycle.

A few examples of using "scraps" for witchcraft:

recycling paper at home, using opened envelopes to write your spells/notes on;

collecting rainwater to use in spells and for watering plants;

using kitchen scraps (like lemon peels, orange peels, used cinnamon sticks) as offerings;

using the coffee zest for fertiliser (do not worry it is around pH7 and it's perfectly safe for plants and/or composting - I have tested it) or lose tea;

using old/damaged chopsticks as a "beginner wand";

the bottles from cooking extracts (vanilla extract, orange extract) or essential oils bottles are PERFECT for storing seeds and for being spell jars (bonus points because they're so small and cute!);

re-melting remaining wax from candles to form new ones;

using old paintbrushes as a "beginner broom" (especially good for a hidden/small-pocket sized altar);

using an old pot as a cauldron, or thrifting one as needed;

using pressed/dried flowers as offerings;

considering a digital book of shadows (Word is excelent for this, combining it with Excel, can be used in browser for free);

using digital libraries for books of study (@coreycore420 mentioned https://z-lib.org and it's a godly recommandation and tool!);

avoiding essential oils;

using dried pine needles as incense sticks (for outdoor use only);

growing a few herbs used in both spells and cooking in tin cans (starters) then thrifted pots is amazing!;

going around your neighborhood, take a look around the dumpsters or glass collectors, people can throw away usable pots, plastic storage boxes, baskets or jars and glass bottles (make sure to properly clean and clense the item);

if avalable - trade and swap local groups on Facebook can help you thrift with ease, especially if you don't have thrift stores where you live;

using old papers/magazines as packaging/wrapping paper (hello holidays).

With all these corner-cutters, you need to be careful to not hoard items. I have made the mistake of holding to items thinking I can find them an use, my rule of thumb is that 1 month is enough to plan a craft/purpose, and 2 months to execute it, ajust the time to your liking, but don't keep it longer than 6 months overall. Also be prudent with what you plan to reuse, as certain ideas can be dangerous (not me looking at my idea to reuse burned out lightbulbs and cutting myself by mistake), so don't force anything.

I want to highlight an important aspect: you doing all these things, bending your way back to have a lesser impact on the environment, is not going to make the big impat you dream of. Take it as "I'm doing my part to respect my host and my believes", or as a challange. Do not sadden youself for your waste, as most of the time it is forced upon you.

Nowadays you can opt out of certain waste (opting for no cutlery if buying takeaway, bringing your own coffee cup/thermos to a coffee shop to avoid the paper cups, bringing your own reusable straws, using trays or silicone ice cubes instead of using the plastic ice-maker packs, etc.). There are little changes you can make, or ask for, in your life in order to minimise your waste, or just to save some money.

Please take care of yourself out there!