I find the bitten curse in First Frost so interesting, like the whole being forced to shift because of the weather is such a good concept, but is it just the weather specifically or could anything trigger it, like if Claire were to go into someone's house and it was really cold. Also it hasn't been stated yet but was Morgana the one to create it, or was it another sorcerer, was it Merlin? Love your fic btw!
Thank you!!
It’s naturally the weather, the seasons, fall, winter/early spring, going into a cold place would make anyone shiver, so like stepping inside on really hot summer day and it’s cold wouldn’t have any affect on her. Underground she’d change due to the temperature, or the magic in Trollmarket it’s naturally more potent due to the Heartstone. Though I guess if one went deep enough into the crust of the earth it’d start to get hotter because of the core but I’m just talking about surface level caves.
And it was Morgana that cast the curse! But she didn’t create it! Those are two very different things.
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Good lord few things make me more easily irritated than people trying to tell other witches about “karma” or “threefold law.” Bro, just because your OWN beliefs make a hex a no-no doesn’t mean those rules apply to me. And don’t even get me STARTED on the theft and bastardization of karma by folks.
I was reading a comment thread on insta and just let out the HEAVIEST sigh from someone with fucking “aura” and “holistic” in their username questioning someone else’s post teaching a hex (in which the OP says use at your own risk) saying “not everything is for everyone” and that if someone uses the hex and the recipient casts some sort of “return to all senders” spell the OP is in danger as the teacher (allegedly counting as a sender) and linking all of this to karma?
When someone said “not everyone believes in karma” the holistic person was like “how do you believe in hexes but not karma?” BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY ENTIRELY SEPARATE CONCEPTS?! Hello? Also karma (theoretically) has nothing to do with any kind of casting?!!
ON TOP OF IT this person claims to be part of a closed practice (one that is FREQUENTLY stolen from and practiced by people who have no business involving themselves with it) so you’d think they’d get the concept of “my rules aren’t someone else’s” and, ya know, that karma doesn’t have shit to do with magic.
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UGH bimbo!reader and rafe is literally my favorite pairing 😋😋 her not understanding why she can’t wear her slutty little outfits out and why she can’t makeout with rafe in front of old people at the country club!!! she’s just not socially aware and that’s not her fault!!!!!
this altered my brain chemistry, thx my luv 🥴
he could be mean, so mean.
here you were, dressed in the cutest lil matching set— pink lace billowing around your thighs with each step, bows and bling to finish the look —and what did he do?
compliment you? no. fall off his seat at the sight of you? definitely not…he dragged you down the winding halls of the club, gaze occasionally flicking over his shoulder as though you were being hunted, cursing all the way.
when he hauled a random door open you stumbled away from him, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. “rafe! what’re you—“
he tugged his jacket off with a furious huff, practically catapulting the stiff material at you. “c’mon, put this shit on.”
“what? why? I don’t wanna.”
he sighed, palms rubbing over his face in exasperation. “just listen for once would you? this is for your own good, kid.”
you stilled, eyes blinking slowly as they followed his gaze down to your outfit. “you think I look bad?”
“no—for fucks sake, that not the point.”
“what is then? you’re being mean.” the dam was overflowing now, leaking over the slopes of your cheeks in a steady stream. he sighed again, although this time the remnants of his previous anger slowly dissipated, transforming into a soft pity he only reserved for you.
“look ‘m sorry, al’ight, but you can’t be wondering around here lookin’ like that.”
“i thought you said you liked it.” you whispered with a sniff, plucking at the flimsy material of your skirt.
he chuckled at that, brushing away your tears. “yeahhh well that was at kelce’s, baby, see the difference?”
your head tilted in confusion, shaking it slowly like a puppy ensure of a command. he removed his jacket from your grasp, slipping it over your shoulders and shushing your meek protests. “these old farts ‘re gonna get the wrong idea, kay? so put the damn jacket on and smile f’me.”
“ok, if you say so...” you did smile then, stretching up onto your toes in order to reach his lips – but he stopped you again, strong paws forcing you back to the ground.
"nah nah nah, none of that either."
"but–" you wheedled, a pathetic whiny noise.
"none of that cooey shit here, I'm serious. you don’t wanna embarrass me, do you?"
"no..." you cast your dejected gaze to the floor, "what about later? can I kiss you later?"
with a small scoff, he zipped up the jacket, a burly arm securing you to his side.“course you can, kid. you can all you want.”
you giggled, nuzzling into his side and he smiled, tapping your chin. “that’s my girl.”
sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚
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