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archived-mononokeland · 3 years

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ask : Okay so I really like your LeviXhanahaki!reader one shot, I was wondering if there was any chance of your writing a follow up of maybe Levi finding out after MC has passed away.

ack - so i planned to post this along with the other ending version, but i figured it’s long overdue at this point and i should go with what i have!

warning: major angst, death, blood, hanahaki

“ too late “

It’s been centuries.

Well—it hasn’t, but that was what Levi felt like. He knows it’s maybe been a month, maybe two, but every second felt excruciating.

You weren’t joining the next exchange program. That much was found out when Diavolo called a meeting, saying that you declined his offer. He didn’t say that it was because you tore his letter and threw it away, but the concluded version was that you just would not come for another year.

Of course, it was met by questions and heartbroken glances between the brothers, but with time, they respected your wishes. No matter what it was, they’d come to terms with it. Besides, it’s not as if they’re not allowed to stay in contact with you.

Except for one.

The amount of anxiety that crushed Levi was astronomical when each time you left him on read. Well, that wasn’t that often, but you never did that before! Even so, your answers always came late, with a reply that. . .seem to lack your familiar flare.

The thoughts that came with him being the Avatar of Envy came, stronger now. And each time, he reminded himself that hey, you have a life of your own in the human world (but perhaps that was a tamer form of his spiraling mind).

Until you became more and more off.

Not only him, your response spread to each brother. Such topic was only brought up when they mentioned the differences in your texts during a groupchat talk. You’ve declined every phone call they made (well, more of that you let the phone ring and never pick up, despite you being online, but same thing), which was understandable to some.

Each thought it was an individual thing, and it wasn’t.

It has been brought to you for questioning, yes. They had their own talk of, “Hey, human, are you okay?” And even then, your answer would be a, “yeah, sorry, i just feel tired ^^;;”

Whether they bought it or not, is unknown to you. You hope they do, anyway.

Each day dragged on for the third-brother of them all. He knew he’d miss the human, they were his true friend after all, but. . .this feeling wasn’t one he liked. At all. In fact, he despised it to his very core. But why was he feeling like this for a normie. . .?

It didn’t matter, he thought as he turned off his D.D.D. Another text of his left on read. . .he hoped you were okay.

[ ✿ ]

You hate it, you despise it. Each day is harder, increasing in the amount of petals—hell, fully bloomed flowers appeared a lot more often—thrown out. You thought it’d decrease since your departure from Devildom, but unfortunately, it seems to be the opposite. You don’t know what it is, shouldn’t the effects be lessened once you’re not in the vicinity of the other party?

Or maybe it was the factor that he was a demon, and you were a human. The situation of a human getting Hanahaki from a creature of hell was very likely to not be documented in any books you’ve read.

Still, even so, you were going to die in the near future. The flowers tell you as much.

They were enough to make a bouquet, you notice. All the ones you’ve spat out were in perfect condition (minus the spit and blood), no tears at the petals, even, in some cases, the stamen and carpels seemed as if untouched, and not forced out your throat. And as a result, you’ve began to collect them and put them in pots you found around the house. Whether you’d like to admit it or otherwise, it was one of the only moments you left your room.

Each type of flower, you fitted in different pots and vases. The most prominent ones that you remember were hyacinths (purple, to be exact), gardenias, marigolds, and yarrows. You keep the other, lesser flowers, all huddled in one big vase. Perhaps they’ll be the secret pieces to your tragedy.

You wonder how long they’ll last after you die.

Such a waste of beauty, you ponder, gently plucking a gardenia from the rest. The white petal flutters as you twirl it aimlessly. The white canvas once red, now back to its purest colors, until it will inevitably wilt away.

The sound of a knock flooded you ears, breaking down your thoughts and pulling you back to earth. You shoved the flower back to its place and hurried up to the door. Who could it be? You haven’t had a visitor in a while now.

Whoever came to mind while you made your way, it certainly wasn’t correct. Instead, you were greeted with a tuft of white hair that you didn’t exactly expect at all. “Solomon!” Your surprise was very much evident both in your voice, and facial expression, “It’s. . .nice to see you here.”

“Hello,” he greets you with an easy smile of his own, “It’s quite the surprise visit, isn’t it? I apologize for that.”

“It’s fine, really!” You force a laugh, sounding a lot hoarse than you thought it would. Even so, “Please, come in!”

You ushered him inside and you close the door behind you. The sight of him looking around your abode doesn’t escape your gaze, it just leaves you a bit flustered, “I’m so sorry it isn’t. . .that presentable, I wasn’t expecting a guest. I can go make some tea, or anything.”

“It’s fine, really.” He gives you yet another small smile, but it quickly turns into a rather sympathetic gaze. He’s noticed your weary expression, your tired tone. “But I think you should go grab a drink for yourself.”

“. . .Yeah, I will. The living room’s down the hall, make yourself at home.”

You don’t raise an objection—the two of you know how much you need it. Well, more you than him, but that’s to be expected.

You get yourself a glass of water, and the cold water punches at your sore throat. A choked up feeling remains, but it’s been there for a while, and you pay no mind to it. You just hope you don’t start coughing up near your guest.

You push any thoughts left to the back of your mind and leave your kitchen. You arrive at your living room to find Solomon situating himself on your couch comfortably. You do the same across from him, “So, Solomon, I thought you were going back for a next year in the program?”

“Likewise to you,” his words left a cold metal press against your body, “but I told Diavolo I’d join next year.”

“I see.”

“And I was surprised when I heard you weren’t coming also. I thought you would’ve been ecstatic to go back.” His eyebrows arched at you, his head tilting slightly.

A sigh, “Well, yes, but—“ your eyes involuntarily glance at a vase positioned near a window, filled with the flowers from your lungs, “. . .it’s complicated.”

A silence hung itself in the air for a good few while, until the other hummed. “I see.” A mumble, nearly inaudible as his lips barely parted. And the silence continued. He’s staring at you, you feel it, and you refuse to stare back.

A cough threatens to break itself out from you. You beg for it to have mercy, please, just for now.

And a plead never stops a tragedy. Even if you fall to your knees, and beg and beg and beg, the scythe will strike you either way. Because, does Death hesitate when it sees someone in such a state? To not rip open the wound, for the reason that it’s time for the wound to be seen?

In the end, blood and secrets spill like a broken mess.

“You’re going to die, aren’t you?”

His question was a whisper, leaving your body cold and alone. Your eyes, while not even looking at him, wavered and roamed. Another flower blooms.

“. . .How. . .?” And, such is the only thing you could say. The petals inside you stroke your organs, and air feels impossible. Shocked, you are, and the world crashes down all at once.

Solomon’s gaze doesn’t give away the answer. And it looks like his lips won’t either; at least not a clear one. “. . .I have my ways.”

A fond smile touches your lips, now tracing over your eyes. “S. . Shady-ass.” Slowly, the world becomes fuzzy dots and continuously blurry. The wound you’ve so desperately tried to stitch close is ripping away, thread by thread. Another flower blooms.

“. . .And you haven’t told them, have you?”

Another question, and another stab to your soul. The wound is third-fourth of spilling its stained secrets, all in courtesy of you. “. . .Is this the purpose of your visit?” The world fades in and out, clear then muddy— “You’re. . .cruel, y’know?” Another flower blooms.

And not a word comes from him next. The silence was enough to rip at your open gash.

The world fades out of your vision as the flowers spill, coughing and clawing its way out of your throat. You don’t feel your body collapsing to the floor, your knees giving up on you, your body writhing itself to keep a stance. You don’t feel the widened gaze Solomon has on you.

Your focus is on your pain; and it slowly becomes your world. The blood that’s spilt, the scratches denting your lungs, the flood of colors sprayed mercilessly, the tears holding no stops or ends as it mixes with the others.

For a moment, you wonder if your blood and spit and tears are the only thing the flowers’ve felt.

[ ✿ ]

“I don’t get it! I know they’ve left me on read for a long time now, but they don’t even come online anymore!”

Levi’s exasperated words fill through the room without a problem. The other brothers in the room would’ve told him to calm down, had they not been on the same level of worry as he was. After all, it wasn’t only him that noticed you’ve not came online and even read any messages they sent for what—a week now?

They’ve all tried to contact you through various means, from the surface leveled texts and phone calls, to even using your pact to send messages by igniting your nerves through pain or the sorts.

None of them worked.

“Please, Lucifer, you have to let someone go up and check on them! Anyone!” Levi’s pleads added the weight of the burden said brother felt on his shoulders. He, too, felt the strong urge to go up and see you, but workload has inconveniently increased against his favors.

Even so, Lucifer sent no reply to his brother and looked away with a hesitant and equally pained gaze. However, after so many requests from his brothers, all those he shared, he relented, “. . .I will talk to Lord Diavolo about this.”

Glances were exchanged between all seven demons, and Levi huffed, sitting up from his chair in the dining room. The rest watched as he stormed into the hallway, and most likely, into his room.

Immediately, he made a beeline to his chair, throwing his body onto it and opening his D.D.D. as if it were a reflex. With his other hand, he reached to his mouse and logged onto something on his computer, not even bothering to spare a look. His fingers tap away into his Chats, and into yours and his. A week you’ve been gone.

His other hand glided away from his mouse, and onto his pact mark, situated on the left side of his stomach. A small wave of magic flows, and reaching to said mark, trying to fish out a response. Nothing. Not a pulse, not a shock, not anything to tell him you were there.

He’d try, and try, and try. But no answer came.

A buzz from his D.D.D. prevents his thoughts from spiraling. The brothers’ groupchat had a notification. His eyes lingered momentarily to the clock at the corner of his device, half an hour has already passed. Was it really that long he spent. . .? But the question was disregarded as he checked who it was.

Lucifer: I’ve talked with Lord Diavolo.

His heart leaps, and so does his anxiety.

Lucifer: He’s been worried as well, and so, one of you is permitted to go.

And with that one message, everyone started typing up at once, like a fire. Levi didn’t falter behind.

Leviathan: I’ll go.

And after it was sent, his thoughts melted to a puddle. All the texts that came after, most likely all the others wanting to go, became muddled visions to him. He can’t feel his arms, his legs, and lastly, the way his heart churns and squeezes so tightly in him.

It hurts, but reality pulled him back.

Levi blinked once, twice, then refocused on the screen bellow him. The words in the white box said by Lucifer shocked him, but sent a slight wave of relief, and also a shaking anxiety.

Lucifer: You’ll be going then, Levi.

Hurriedly, his trembling fingers struggle to get a response. A whirlwind spawns inside his heart and mind.

Leviathan: Huh?!

Leviathan: Uhm, when?

He considered asking why, but he didn’t want the decision to be backtracked.

Lucifer: You may go to the castle now to be transported.

And with that, Leviathan hurries out.

He doesn’t pay attention to what the Demon King in front of him say. Nor does he at the beatings of his own heart. Only a nod, and an occasional hum, and the portal flickers in front of him.

A portal to you.

He takes fast steps to the glimmering light, and his body warps to another world around him.

Despite wearing casual human clothes, his hand still wanders and threads over the pact mark hidden underneath the fabrics. Once again, magic flows from his fingertips, and his legs carry him where it leads to. You, hopefully.

He reaches a house. His magic says you’re here, but you yourself say you aren’t here. Instead of a solid presence around him, you were more of dust, sprinkling the air with a sense of. . .cold.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

His steps pick up as he walks to the door, and knocks. Silence, for a few, and then it opens, revealing someone—someone that isn’t you.

“Excuse me, sir, who are you?” It was a woman, mid-thirty’s he took a guess. Her tone was soft, ever so slightly broken, and her gaze was such as well.

“Uhm—“ A choked up feeling made itself home in Levi’s throat so suddenly. He wavered in every parts of his body, “I was. . .wondering if there’s someone named. . .”

He utters your name, gentle with such fragility. A looming hesitance and fear was evident as well, so none of his tone was positive by any means. The woman in front of him tensed, and gave a look of heart break.

No, it can’t be. It just can’t—

“. . .It’s. . .very unfortunate of me to say this, but. . .”

No, no no—

“. . .they’ve passed away.”

His world broke.

Sentences came after that. Leviathan knew, he just wouldn’t acknowledge. A sharp, excruciating pain imbedded deep in his heart, his mind, his body—his pact mark shattered, and so did he.

Even so, he reached—reached deeply inside of the shards of the broken him to utter out a sentence, and stay stable, if for a moment.

“. . .How. . . d-did—“

He cut himself off. He can’t go any further, he just can’t. Fortunately, the lady picked up and answered.

“. . .It’s from a rare disease.” Her voice was wavering, hesitant, but it was an answer nonetheless, “Hanahaki. A person sprouts flowers from their lungs due to unrequited love and it slowly kills them.”

She didn’t want to say any further, and he didn’t want to hear any further.

His legs were numb, his body hurt to exist, his heart ached to keep beating. A thud sounded as his knees collided with the concrete—his feet didn’t work. None of his. . .anything, did. The screams of agony were a vocalization of his tears, his pain. A hand clutched the mark—your mark—and a cold darkness bit back.

His hand would bleed, but he wouldn’t care. You were dead. You were dead you were dead you were dead you were—

Could he have stopped this? Maybe, if he wasn’t so ignorant, and checked up on you like an actual friend would—could he have stopped this? Maybe, maybe, you’d be there by his side, smiling cheekily and exclaiming it was a joke—or a nightmare, just—anything but reality.

Were you hurting? No, of course you were. And not uttering a word, to anyone, to him?

And for a moment, he wonders if your tears and blood were the only thing you felt when you died.

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #shall we date obey me #obey me #obey me scenario #hanahaki #angst #tw death

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luc3 · 4 years

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Popular Remedies from Dauphine 3/

Nappy rash Put on a shirt worn by the father during the day. (Saint-Priest, Rhône; Saint-Chef, Isère.)

Stomach (aches) - Tie around the belly a belt made of seven cabbage leaves; choose an odd day for the operation. (Chaponnay, Rhône, around 1930.) - Drink brandy in which a snake's robe has macerated. (Innimont, Ain.)

Sunstroke - The reddened part was rubbed with vinegar. (Dolomieu, Isère.) At Innimont, the sun's rays were concentrated on the burnt area using a white glass bottle.

Lumbago - To make it disappear, you carry a chestnut in your pocket for at least eight days. (Vénissieux, Rhône.)

White evil - Urinate on the sore several times a day and grease the diseased finger with lard. (Innimont, 1920.) Place a plaster of badger fat on the disease (Vaux-en-Bugey).

Seasickness - Place a sprig of parsley on the breast. (Saint-Priest, Rhône; Corbas, Rhône, 1952.)

Whitlow - Place on the disease one or two leaves of a succulent plant resembling houseleek and called “grass of Saint Mary”, after removing the skin from the scales. (Marennes, Rhône, 1965.) - Place a plaster of rye flour on the panaris. (Dolomieu, Isère, before 1914.)

Wasp or bee stings All over the place, to avoid swelling and activate healing, we rub with seven different herbs.

Wounds - Prepare a decoction of white broth and wash the wound several times in a row. (Heyrieux, Isère.) - Have a dog lick the wound (Innimont).

Kidneys (sore) - We are looking for a large anthill, of those found in the mountains. Boiling water is poured over it to kill the ants. We then wrap the twigs with the dead ants in a canvas towel and use it as a poultice. (Custom still in force around 1950 in Brides-les-Bains, Savoie; communicated by Mlle Dominique Martin.)

Cold - We prepared hot sweet wine in which we dipped the end of the red-hot poker, and we drank very hot. (Innimont, 1930.)

- Against the common cold, one aspirated by the nose of the coarse salt crushed with a bottle. (Innimont, Ain; Dolomieu, Isère.)

Nosebleed - Place a cold key on the neck (Innimont, Dolomieu). - Cover your nostrils with a tampon of yarrow. This use of yarrow has earned it the popular names of “bleeding - nose” in Innimont, Serpaise, Simandres ... or “stop blood” in Faverges-de-la-Tour.

Warts - Rub the wart with the milk of celandine, called for this reason "wart grass". This use of celandine is very common in our region. - In Innimont, Ain, we rub ourselves with the liquid from the scales of the houseleek; in Dolomieu, Isère, with the foam of the water of a stream. - Around 1920, we tie the wart with a linen thread soaked in brandy and wait for the wart to fall off.

Worms A large number of remedies against worms were once known, each more infallible than the last. Most are well known. We will only give the following (...): take an earthworm, heat a frying pan red, throw the earthworm on it, let it reduce to ashes, make the child swallow the ashes.

Eyes (diseases of) - A maceration of cornflower flowers in brandy was a good remedy against eye diseases, hence the name "glasses breaker" sometimes given to blueberries. (Dolomieu, Isère; Ambérieu-en-Bugey Valencin, Isère.) - In Dolomieu, we also rubbed our eyes with the sap of the vine. - Wearing earrings also warded off eye pain, (Dolomieu, Isère; Chaufailles, S.-et-L.)

Remedies collected at random across Bugey and Bas-Dauphiné between 1945 and 1970 by C. Joisten.

#dauphine #alpine folklore #popular remedies #Joisten

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wistfulcynic · 5 years

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The Very Witching Time (1 / 4)

Here it is!

I am so excited to post the first chapter of my @cssns fic! Last year at this time I was reading all the brilliant stories to come out of this event and wishing I could be a part of it and now tadaaaa! Thanks to @kmomof4 for inviting me to join and also to her and the other mods for managing it all!

Another HUGE thank you to @gingerchangeling for the brilliant art and @katie-dub for her lovely feedback, and of course to @thisonesatellite for being the other half of my brain.

This is genuinely one of my favourite things I’ve written so I really hope you all enjoy it! Updates will be every Wednesday (I hope!)

SUMMARY: Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian.

RATING: M, mostly for future violence

AO3

TAGGING: @thisonesatellite, @stahlop, @mariakov81, @kmomof4, @snowbellewells, @jennjenn615, @resident-of-storybrooke, @teamhook, @thejollyroger-writer, @winterbaby89, @darkcolinodonorgasm, @captainsjedi, @ultraluckycatnd

(if you’d like a tag, please let me know!)

CHAPTER ONE:

Emma Swan lived atop a jagged cliff in a house that seemed an extension of it, rising up from the wind-hewn face into pointed towers that stood stark against the sky. The house was of the same stone as the cliff itself, great slabs of it, slabs too large to be used for construction, slabs that, observing them, one felt could have been formed only by the hand of nature and never that of man. It was a part of the landscape, that house, as old as the earth and only slightly younger than the sky, perched at the edge of those perilous cliffs in a way that made it impossible to imagine them without it.

The back of the house, or rather the front, as that was where the door was set, however, presented an altogether different aspect; one of a delightful cottage of typical grey Maine clapboard, squat and cheerful with a steeply sloping roof trimmed in white and a low stone wall surrounding a tumbledown greenhouse and a garden where bushes, trees, and flowers jumbled together and neither rhyme nor reason appeared to play any role. On the casual observer the effect was charming in an artless way, yet a keener eye would note method behind the garden’s seeming madness, an ancient wisdom in the randomness of the tumbling riots of colour that shifted and transmuted with the seasons. Where in spring it boasted bright red poppies and purple larkspur, delicate white anemones and pink blossoms on the apple trees twisting around each corner of the wall, summer brought fragrant freesia and heather for the bees, its warm breezes rustling through the tall irises and lilies. Autumn ushered in the muted oranges and yellows of chrysanthemums and the fluffy white of Queen Anne’s Lace, salvia and yarrow and berries from the rowan tree. Even in winter the garden provided: the glossy green leaves and red berries of the holly bushes brightened the snowy vista as pansies and orchids flourished in the greenhouse.

Beyond the garden wall a forest sprawled, dark and wild and perilous, from the very edge of the cliff where trees clung by their gnarled roots to the borders of the village where it dwindled into fenced yards and tidy houses. Here your casual observer would feel a shivering prickle on the back of his neck, that uncomfortable sensation of being watched by things not quite of this world that is more commonly reserved for graveyards at dusk and abandoned Victorian houses. He would move quickly through the dense woodland —yet not so quickly that he appeared to be hurrying— and upon emerging he would feel the sunshine as a balm on skin grown far colder than he’d realised.

The keen observer would, of course, not go into the forest at all.

Emma was as keen an observer as anyone could be but the forest, for all its determined menace, posed no threat to her. She relied on it, in fact, for ingredients she could not or did not wish to cultivate in her garden or greenhouse, just as it relied on her to keep a rein on its magic. Emma and the forest had an understanding.

That understanding failed to extend to the village which separated the forest from the lush farmlands which this stretch of Maine coastline boasted; the richest soil in New England it was said, guarded closely by the residents of Storybrooke who despite their distrust of it were prepared to put up with creepy forest at their backs in exchange for prosperity at their fronts. And though they rarely ventured into the woods themselves they were broad minded and mercenary enough to appreciate the labours of those who did, of Emma and the generations of witches who had come before her; wise women who kept the forest in check and the villagers placated with potions and tinctures, candles to encourage love or drive away evil spirits and balms to soothe every ailment from a bumped head to a broken heart.

And so, just as witches had done in Storybrooke from the time of the earliest settlement of her ancestors in this land, Emma kept an apothecary shop in the village, stocked with the wares she blended and brewed herself, travelling to and from it each day along the very same forest path that had been daily trodden by so many powerful women over the course of the centuries.

The path was so familiar to her she could follow it in her sleep, which she almost did on the August afternoon when our tale begins, lulled by the muggy weight of the late summer air. The sunlight that shone so brightly on the village barely penetrated here; just a few slender shafts of it reached the forest floor, encouraging the growth of the rare plants on which Emma’s livelihood relied but doing little to alleviate the atmosphere made dense by damp heat and malign magic. Emma was blinking heavy eyelids, her mind on the cushioned bench in her garden that was so well suited to afternoon naps when the sound of an animal in distress wove its way into her drowsy consciousness.

It sounded like a dog, which caught her attention. Wilder, less domesticated creatures like cats and witches may feel comfortable enough with the forest’s demeanour to venture within, but dogs, being the keenest observers of all, tended to avoid it with the same diligence and for the same reasons as their humans did.

The noise came again, one that hovered somewhere between a whine and a growl, pained and frustrated. It tugged at Emma’s mind, clearing away her sleepy haze as from the corner of her eye she caught a quivering in the leaves of a hawthorn bush that twisted up from the undergrowth to the left of the path and the flash of a black tail just beyond it.

Without hesitating Emma plunged into the bracken, drawing on her own magic and that of the hawthorn as she went, wrapping threads of both around the bush’s thorny branches and pulling them aside to reveal a large black dog crouched at an awkward angle behind it. The dog looked up and when it saw her it stilled for a moment, staring at her with blue eyes that were almost shocking in its black face, a deep, clear blue she’d never seen on a dog before, bright and intelligent. It blinked and shook its head then looked at her again this time with a plea in those remarkable eyes, giving three quick, deep barks.

{Please help me.}

An affinity with animals was one of Emma’s gifts, and she was not surprised to hear the dog’s voice in her head. She smiled reassuringly and offered her hand.

“Hey, puppy,” she said in a low, soothing voice. “What’s the matter?”

The dog sniffed her hand then gave it a lick, its tail wagging furiously. She petted its head and scratched its ears as she slowly inched closer. It seemed remarkably calm given the circumstances but Emma had seen enough injured animals to be wary, knowing how abruptly their pain and fear could overcome them. She knelt on the ground next to it, murmuring gentle words and stroking its back, and took stock of the situation.

The dog’s front right leg was deep in what was likely a gopher hole, buried up to the middle of its shin, and though the sounds she’d heard and the state of the ground around the hole bore witness to the dog’s attempts to free itself, it was clear to Emma as indeed it would be even to the casual observer that the dog was thoroughly stuck and also that the leg was broken.

“Oh, poor baby,” she murmured. “That must hurt. I can help, if you’ll let me. Will you trust me?”

The dog looked right at her and she could see her answer in its extraordinary eyes, filled with pain but also hope and what she would swear was comprehension. It whined and gave her chin a single, gentle lick, then nodded its head.

“Well, that’s clearly a yes,” said Emma. “Okay, let’s see what we’ve got here.” She hunched closer and examined the dog’s leg, well and truly wedged into the gopher hole, and winced. “I’m really sorry pup but this is going to hurt,” she said, looking up to catch the dog’s gaze again, marvelling at how calm it was despite its distress. She grasped its leg as gently as she could below the break and gathered her magic. “Ready? One… two…”

On three she pulled the leg from the hole, using her magic to ease its way. The dog whimpered at the pain but did not bark or growl and when its leg was free it licked her chin again.

“Okay, that’s step one,” said Emma. “Now let’s see how bad this is.” She probed the leg as delicately as she could with her fingertips, feeling the fractured bone beneath the fortunately unbroken skin. The break felt clean, with no jagged edges. “It’s not as bad as it could have been, I should be able to heal it,” she said, wondering briefly why she was explaining herself to a dog, though the animal in question was watching her intently with those intelligent eyes looking for all the world as though it knew exactly what she was saying. “I’m gonna have to set the break so there’ll be pain again and then I’ll heal it right after. Okay?”

The dog gave a short bark followed by another nod.

{Ready.}

“Okay, then,” said Emma. She gathered her magic, pulling it from the forest flowers and the leaves of the trees for backup, then as quickly as she could she snapped the broken bone back into place and wove her magic into it, knitting it together and soothing the pain in the damaged tissues.

When she finished she sat back on her heels with a sigh and closed her eyes. That was more magic than she’d used in some time and she felt a bit woozy. When she opened them again they fell immediately on the dog, who was staring at its leg in wonder.

Could dogs stare in wonder? She frowned, realising she didn’t actually know very much about the canine species. As a witch she’d always considered herself more of a cat person.

“Give it a try,” she told the dog. “It’s all better now.”

The dog stood up and began to walk, tentatively at first and then with greater confidence. After a few loping steps it spun around and barked excitedly before trotting back to her with a delighted expression, tongue lolling from the corner of its mouth.

Emma, however, was still frowning. Despite the dog’s obvious pleasure its gait had a distinct limp and when it moved quickly it used only three legs, forgoing the left one entirely.

Its left leg… when she had healed the right.

“Hey,” she said. “Come here. Let me see that other leg.”

It limped closer and placed its left leg in her lap, a leg which she was now able to observe did not end in a paw.

“Oh, no!” she cried, bending to get a closer look at what was evidently an old injury and a badly healed one, with rough scar tissue and signs of wear where the dog had walked on it. “Oh poor you. This isn’t the first time you’ve been hurt, is it? How do you walk?”

The dog tilted its head in what was plainly a shrug.

“I guess you manage the best you can, huh? Well, I can’t give you your paw back but if you come home with me I should be able to fix you up with something to protect the end of your leg and help you walk a bit better. How does that sound?”

The dog licked her face enthusiastically and barked, and now that the press of emergency had passed she noticed the peculiar cadence of its cry.

“Aye!” barked the dog.

Emma blinked. She may not be the world’s foremost authority on dogs, but even she knew that they were supposed to say things like “woof” or “arf.” She’d never heard of a dog saying “aye” before.

“Aye?” she repeated with a laugh. “Well, I guess that’s pretty obviously agreement.” She stood and brushed the dirt and twigs from her legs as the dog stood patiently in its slightly off-kilter way. “What should I call you?” she asked it. “I don’t suppose you have a name.”

Killian.

The name sprang into her mind, though the dog hadn’t barked. “Killian?” she repeated, startled.

“Aye!” barked the dog.

“Really?”

“Aye!”

“You sure? It’s not Spot or Buster or Joe or something?”

The dog looked affronted, and she laughed again. “All right, Killian it is then. I guess that means you’re a boy.”

“Aye!”

“Well okay, Killian, let’s go. We can have some dinner and then I’ll see what I can do about that paw.”

Killian bounded in an excited circle around her, his tail a blur. He moved remarkably well, considering, she thought, even as she laughed at his antics, and soon he’d settled into a limping trot alongside her as she headed home.

When they reached her garden gate she opened it and went straight in but Killian halted with a short bark of distress. She turned in surprise at the sound to see him pacing to and fro in front of the gate, whining softly.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him.

He whined louder and gave two short barks.

{Not welcome.}

“But why wouldn’t you be—” Emma frowned. The wards around her garden were designed to keep humans away, permitting none to enter without permission. But they shouldn’t have any effect on a dog.

Should they?

She really needed to learn more about dogs, she thought with mild irritation. This was clearly a gaping hole in her education.

In the meantime she called to the magic in the ancient warding spells, and spoke the age-old words to quieten them. “I see thee, Killian, and I name thee friend,” she said, in a voice that echoed through the open air. “Be welcome in this place.”

The magic of her garden surged and she held out her arms as it rippled and danced around her, ruffling her hair and gilding her skin with tiny sparks of light. Killian stared at her with wonder in his eyes again, and when the sparks faded away and she lowered her arms he cautiously stepped through the gate. The moment he crossed its threshold the garden’s magic… sighed, a soft exhale that sang of enduring hopes fulfilled at too long last, and curled itself around him, ruffling his fur as it had her hair.

Now it was Emma’s turn to stare. Her magic had never done that before. She gaped as Killian seemed to smirk —could dogs smirk?— at the unseen attention he was getting before rolling onto his back and letting the garden’s magic rub his tummy.

“Seriously?” cried Emma. “That’s enough of that, from both of you, Killian, come inside.”

She marched over to the cottage door and pulled it open. Killian leapt to his feet and ran after her, pausing just at the doorstep to wink at the garden before trotting into her kitchen.

Could dogs wink?

Emma made a mental note to dig up a book on canine behaviours later that night. There must be one in her library. Somewhere.

“I don’t have much that’s suitable for dogs,” she warned him as she opened the icebox. “But I think I’ve got some hamburgers in here if that’s okay—”

“Aye! Aye!”

“Okay, let me just heat them up.”

She defrosted the hamburgers with some gentle warming magic and put them on a plate for him. The minute she set it on the floor he dove in, gobbling up the meat with enthusiasm bordering on frenzy.

“Wow, you were hungry! How long has it been since you ate?”

He looked up at her and licked his chops, tail wagging vigorously, and barked twice before digging in again.

{Long time.}

“Well, don’t eat too fast, it’ll make you sick.”

Emma made herself a sandwich and munched it as she watched him diligently try to eat more slowly. When the last morsel was gone he lapped the plate clean then came over to her and licked her hand in thanks, wagging his tail as she scritched his ears before relaxing back onto his haunches and giving her the opportunity to observe him.

He was, as she had noticed in the woods, a large dog, though not a bulky one, with long slender legs and lean muscles. Standing, his head reached her waist with his shoulders around the middle of her thigh. His fur was thick and shaggy and a deep, light-absorbing black, though a v-shaped tuft right in the centre of his chest was bright white and fluffy and so soft-looking that her fingers itched to pet it.

He watched her examine him with a twinkle in his blue eyes that she was certain couldn’t be normal for a dog, as though he knew what she was thinking. She popped the last bite of sandwich into her mouth and when he pouted —did dogs pout?— she gave him a small smirk. “You had your dinner,” she said firmly. “You can’t have mine too. Now what do you say we go and see what can be done about that paw.”

She stood and left the kitchen, Killian at her heels, and headed past the living room and the closed library door, through a dark and narrow passageway towards the rear of the house. As she approached, the solid-seeming wall at the end of the corridor began to shimmer with the same sparking light that had surrounded her in the garden and a doorway appeared, wrought from the same stone as the slabs of the house itself, curving elegantly to form a pointed Gothic arch and frame a door of solid wood, thick and heavy and older than anything that surrounded it.

The door swung open as Emma drew near and she breezed through it without a thought. Killian, sensing the darker energy emanating from the other side, hesitated as he had at the garden gate. Emma turned, her smile understanding.

“Don’t be afraid,” she said. “It’s not dangerous, just old. Old things are sometimes… indifferent to younger ones. But it won’t hurt you. Nothing will hurt you here.”

Hesitantly he came through the doorway, moving slowly to allow the magic there to get a sense of him. It was less welcoming than the garden had been, but not hostile. As Emma said, it was simply indifferent. This magic had seen too many mortal creatures come and go in its time to care overly much about yet another one.

Emma led him into a large stone room with no windows, the tall, thick candles lining the walls its only source of light. These she set burning with a wave of her hand and the illumination they produced flooded the room with a golden glow despite their modest number. Stone stairs curved up the walls on either side of the room, leading to the towers that flanked the house, their twin helixes twisting up and disappearing into a darkness too dense even for the candles to penetrate. A heavy and cluttered wooden table spanned the length of the far wall, and this Emma approached, producing a thick, soft blanket of deep midnight blue scattered with stars from a woven wicker basket beneath it.

She spread the blanket carefully over the centre of the otherwise bare stone floor, placing at each of its corners a small silver bowl filled with sea salt and thyme and a few dried violet leaves, murmuring a short incantation over them as she did. “Sit here,” she instructed Killian, indicating the centre of the blanket. “I’ll need a few minutes to get my things together.”

Obediently, he sat and watched her in fascination as she rifled through the jumbled collection of bottles, jars, and bags on the table, frowning and muttering to herself as she did.

“…comfrey and rosemary and a bit of peppermint, sage to infuse and to burn…” she intoned as she gathered the named ingredients together. When all were assembled she snapped her fingers to light a fire beneath her copper kettle, then carefully weighed out the herbs on her silver scales while the water inside it came to a boil. She blended the herbs in a large mortar, crushing and grinding them with the pestle to blend them well and draw out their essence before tipping them carefully into a painted ceramic pot and pouring the boiling water over them. Stirring them gently with her magic, with her fingertips she traced arcane symbols through the steam as it rose from the pot into the cool, still air.

When she judged the herbs sufficiently infused she strained their liquid through a clean cheesecloth into a wide copper bowl. As it cooled to a comfortable temperature, she removed a lump of pure silver from a leather bag, holding it up to observe its gleam in the candlelight. The lump was large but to complete the healing properly would require all of it, and it was also precious. Glancing behind her she saw Killian sitting patiently, watching her, his eyes wide and curious but not afraid. Trusting.

He was worth it. She felt sure of that, and though she had no idea why she did not vacillate. Emma had long since learned to trust her instincts.

She took a bundle of dried sage and held it up to a candle flame until it caught —some fires needed to be started in the mundane way— then blew the flame out with a quick puff of breath and waved the smouldering herbs around the blanket and over the copper bowl before dropping them into the potion. Carefully she lifted the bowl and carried it to the blanket, kneeling down upon it and placing the bowl in front of Killian. Closing her eyes she muttered a brief incantation before taking his damaged leg and bathing it in the warm liquid, her fingers gentle but thorough, making sure to clean away all the dirt and debris from the gnarled scar tissue. He growled softly, deep in his throat, and she shot him a smile, knowing it was a growl of pleasure.

“Feels good, huh?” she said. “Soothing.”

“Aye.” His bark was as low as his growl.

{Good.}

When his leg was clean she dried it with a linen cloth and set it in her lap, then took out the lump of silver, placing it at the end of his leg and cupping both loosely in the palms of her hands. Closing her eyes once more she focused her powers and drew forth the metal’s own magic, its primal properties of health and healing, her hands beginning to spark and glow with light as she kneaded the silver, stretching and weaving it back into itself, moulding the lump into the shape of a dog’s paw and then knitting it into the damaged flesh of the leg. Killian watched with wide eyes, whimpering slightly as the metal sank into his skin and fused to his bones. The light from Emma’s hands burst into a sudden blinding brightness, flickered out, and the silver paw was part of him.

Emma slumped back on her heels, exhausted. “Whew,” she said. “Done.” She patted the metal paw. “Give it a try.”

Killian sniffed the paw, licked at the seam where it joined his leg, then tentatively placed it on the floor and leaned his weight on it. He took a few careful steps followed by bolder ones, then turned to Emma with an incredulous expression. She laughed, happy he was happy. “Go on, stretch yourself,” she encouraged.

“Aye!” he barked, frolicking joyfully around the room, spinning in circles and leaping through the air. He ran to Emma and jumped on her, putting his paws on her shoulders and licking her face until she pushed him away, grinning through a jaw-cracking yawn. “I’m glad you like it,” she told him as she rose unsteadily from the floor. “I gotta get to bed. Um…” she swayed on her feet and Killian was there immediately at her side, pressing firmly against her leg and letting her brace herself with her hand on his neck as she stumbled from the stone room and out the doorway.

It disappeared behind her, the magic within whispering far more warmly than before, no longer so indifferent to Killian as it had been.

Emma sank her fingers into his thick fur, clinging to him as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. Her head felt heavy and woozy, her fingers and toes numb. Moving clumsily she kicked off her shorts and unhooked her bra, pulling it from beneath her tank top with jerky movements and dropping it to the floor before collapsing into bed, sinking deep into the pillows. Dimly she was aware of Killian moving around the room, his fur soft against her skin as he pulled the blankets up over her, the warm weight of him curling up at her back, his chin resting on her hip. With the last of her energy she reached up to stroke his head then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

~~🌺~~

Some hours later Killian was awoken from his doze when the magic from Emma’s garden called to him. He lifted his head from where it still lay on her hip and gave a low growl, staring through the bedroom window into the pitch blackness of the night.

Something was out beyond the garden wall, moving around its perimeter, methodically testing the magical boundary in search of weaknesses. Killian could sense it there, could feel its cold determination and intent even without the garden’s warning.

Threat, whispered the garden magic in his mind. Danger. Stay with her.

Killian flexed his new silver paw, feeling the power that still thrummed within it, feeling the absence of pain in his left limb for the first time in many a year. He looked at the golden haired woman still sound asleep, drained to exhaustion by the act of healing him, of selflessly giving him this invaluable gift. He recalled her warm green eyes and kind smile, the strength and gentleness in her touch.

He lay back down, pressing tighter against her, curling his neck around her hip and placing his silver paw gently over her waist. He closed his eyes again and answered the garden’s plea.

{Always.}

Tis now the very witching time of night,

When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out

Contagion to this world.

—Hamlet, Act III Scene 2

#cssns #cssns19 #magic au #witchcraft au #witchcraft #witches #DID I MENTION THE WITCHES? THERE WILL BE SOME #cursed!Killian #witch!Emma #cs fic #cs ff #cs ff au #captain swan #the very witching time #profdanglaisstuff #gingerchangeling

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sailorshadzter · 5 years

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Can you write that Jon gets injured in the battle against the night king and their not sure if he’s going to survive (but he will). He would wake up a little delirious and still not out of danger of dying from his injuries. Sansa tells him he can’t die because she’s pregnant.

i LIVE for these sort of prompts. thanks for the perfect amount of love and angst, anon! i hope you like this one!

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Her heart is racing as she fumbles over his clothing, ripping his shirt away as she tries to find the wound that bleeds so heavily. The first moment she saw him, half carried between Tormund and Davos, will forever be imprinted upon her brain. But now he’s settled into a bed that isn’t his, but rather her own- her chambers had been on the side of Winterfell that still yet stood tall and strong. “Light a fire,” she commands of the first person through the doors. It’s Arya, looking pale and fearful as she stares at the bloody mess that is Jon on the bed. “Arya! Please!” Her voice brings Arya back to the moment and at once, the younger girl is at work, stroking the once dying embers in the hearth. It breathes back to life and the room is suddenly bright with firelight.

Fear courses through her veins but Sansa pushes through it, crossing the room to grab her sewing basket that sits atop the table. She fishes out a needle and a long stretch of black thread; dropping down onto the bed beside him, she presses linen against the sword wound to his right side, a deep gash that she’s fearful won’t stop bleeding. In no time at all, the linen is soaked through and she exchanges it for another one. “Arya, I need for you to go down to the kitchens.” She speaks without looking up from the wound she’s putting pressure upon. Jon has dozens of other, smaller injuries that will need looked after as well. As will Arya, though her’s are anything but life threatening. “In a cabinet on the western wall you will find herbs in bottles. I have them labeled, you must bring me yarrow and honey,” she knows very little of herb work, but she recalls her mother using honey dressings to clean sword injuries Robb and Jon had received as children playing in the yard. “Hurry.” She holds her breath until she hears Arya dart off, leaving her and Jon alone in the room.

He groans suddenly, his dark eyes fluttering open, their gaze focusing upon her face. “S-Sansa…” He whispers, his hand suddenly falling into place over hers, still yet pressing against his bleeding wound. “You’re safe…” He sounds weak, weaker than she’s ever heard, and fear leaps into her throat. “You should… Worry about others… Arya…”

“Arya is just fine.” Sansa speaks sharply, fighting against the tears gathering in her eyes. “You must rest, Jon, all will be well.” She feels him squeeze her hand gently, his voice softly speaking her name bringing her gaze back to his face.

“I think this is it for me…” He murmurs, his hand reaching up to gently touch her face.

“Jon, you mustn’t say such things,” she’s choking on her tears now, unable to stop them as they roll down her cheeks. “Please you must live, you must.” She slides her hand over his against her cheek, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m with child, Jon. Please… Please don’t leave me to raise our child alone.” Beneath her gaze, his eyes widen, shock falling into place on his features. Despite his pain, despite his suffering, he feels something new rising up within him. Suddenly, there comes a new will to live, a new reason to fight for the life restored to him. “Please…” She begs softly and to her surprise, Jon smiles and gives a single nod before the darkness of unconsciousness claims him once again.

It’s then that Arya returns to the room and with her she’s brought the yarrow and honey. “Mix them,” Sansa instructs of her sister, gesturing at the empty water basin on the table beside her. Pulling the linen away from Jon’s injury, she sees that the bleeding has stopped just enough that she leans in and whispers a soft apology to his sleeping form before plunging the needle into his skin. She painstakingly sews up his injury, pressing it with the crushed yarrow and honey mixture and then wraps a few layers of linen around his waist, to protect the injury and to keep it clean. And then she sets to work on all of the others- his body is littered with cuts and burns and bruises. One by one, she cleans every one, bandaging them all with the honey and yarrow mixture to help in the healing process.

Only when she’s done does she stand up and turn to Arya who’s hovered near the bedside the whole time. “Your turn,” Sansa says to her little sister, before she takes her by the arm to lead her from the room. As she goes to open her door herself, it nearly flies off the hinges as Tormund rushes in, his worry evident. “Stay with him, won’t you?” She asks the wildling man, who is battered and bruised, but mostly unhurt. The man nods and slips by them, taking the seat beside the bed that Sansa had previously occupied. “Send for me if he worsens,” she says, her heart skipping a beat at the thought. And then she draws Arya from the room, leading her down to the next room, a spare room that at least had a bed for her to rest in.

An hour later, she emerges from the room that now houses Arya, having dressed her sister’s few injuries and administrated a sleeping potion that would allow her to find the rest she so deserved. And then she returns to the room she’s placed Jon in, finding Tormund awake but groggy at his bedside. “Go find a place to rest,” she says as she comes to him, placing a comforting hand to the redheaded man’s shoulder. Tormund looks up and over at her for a long moment before he finally nods and rises. The look they exchange is one of mutual love for the man in the bed, a look of worry they both feel for his life.

When Tormund has gone, she refills the water basin from the pitcher and washes Jon and Arya’s blood from her hands. She strips from her blood stained gown and tosses it into the fire- she has no use for the ruined gown, now. Pulling on an older, well worn gown of black and gray, she drops into the chair beside the bed and knows she can do little else but to wait. And so she takes Jon by the hand and she does just that: she waits.

[ x x x ]

It takes two days for Jon’s fever to break and when it does, Sansa sleeps over the foot of his bed. She’s not left his side in those two days, eating only when prompted, sleeping only when she falls asleep draped over him. He blinks back into the waking world, feeling quite similar to how he had felt the day of his resurrection from the dead. That alone tells him how close he had come to dying. He recalls it, the sword injury that had nearly done him in, from a wight that had gotten him with a quick, well timed jab. That, accompanied with his other many wounds, had been more than enough to do him in.

And he’d been ready to give up, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Death would have been the sweet release to a life of hardship, a life of war and deceit. He was tired of faking, tired of pretending. He just wanted things to be easy, selfish or not, he didn’t want to worry about anyone else’s battles. He only wanted to think about what was best for him… And for her.

Speaking of her, there she slept at the end of his bed, red hair disheveled, her gown wrinkled to hell. Though she slept, she looked exhausted and Jon knew it was because of him that she looked so weary. And she must have been mourning the loss that was Theon- he still could recall her hollow scream when his body had been brought in, the last thing he had heard before collapsing that night. It was then that that he recalled her words, the only words that had been able to spark the fight back into him. I’m with child. Those three words had been enough to remind him that his life wasn’t over yet, that he still had someone to live for. Now, there would be two. “Jon…” Her sleepy voice filters into his mind and he feels the weight of her lift off his legs as she sits up. “You’re awake!” She surges forward, reaching for his hands as she sits upon the edge of the bed at his hips. “How do you feel?”

“How do I feel?” He asks, forcing himself up onto an elbow, ignoring the sharp pain it caused his healing body. “How do you feel?” Suddenly, worry was rushing through him; was she sleeping enough? Eating enough? “You should be resting, not sitting up all night at my bedside!” He admonishes as she leans over him to gently push him back onto his pillow, tut tutting about the wounds he would reopen with his movements. “Sansa!”

“I am fine, Jon,” she finally says as she sinks back into the chair she’d once been asleep in. “You nearly died only two nights ago but you worry about me?” She asks with a small shake of her head, though Jon reaches for her hand and holds on tight. Clearly from his reaction, Jon recalls the words she’d spoken to him out of fear and desperation the night of the fight against the Night King. “You remember what I said to you, then?” She asks softly and Jon gives a nod, squeezing her hand in the most tender of ways. “I am certain it will come with spring,” she says, uncertain how she knows spring will come again, though she believes with all of her heart that it will. She doesn’t tell him how the morning she had first woke with morning sickness, she’d woken from a dream of direwolves and three children playing in the godswood. Like a dream of the future, she had known those children to be hers and Jon’s. “I am sorry if it changes things,” she adds, knowing he just barely could keep his head afloat when it came to the dragon queen. “Now you only have more to worry about.”

Jon shakes his head, sliding his other hand into place over hers. “You have taken worry from me,” he admits, smiling slightly up at her. “All I have ever dreamed of is a family, Sansa. You have given it to me.” He is at home with her there in her rooms, knowing soon her belly would begin to curve with the life inside of her. A life of their creation. “This will all be over soon and then we can be a family. You and me and our babe,” he watches as her blue eyes spill over with tears, reaching up to gently brush them from her skin. “We will find happiness when all of this is over,” he means this final war with Daenerys, the one that is yet to come. She nods and smiles down at him, feeling for the first time a true flutter of happiness within her heart.

Soon, spring will come, and with it their happiness will bloom like the flowers in the garden. It is all they can hope for.

#anon asks #send me prompts #jonsa #jonsa fanfic #i wrote this #my writing #jon x sansa

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survivedsarchived · 2 years

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“how about you stay there.” his voice is flat, but silas' eyes are hard with contempt— brimming with annoyance, and, to a smaller degree, worry. his nose healed nicely — no more crooked than it had already been — but something within him whispers it could've been worse. maybe it still can be. she's unpredictable. “the fuck are you doing here?” @titanswar

#titanswar #ch: s. yarrow.#threads: s. yarrow.#them meeting somewhere outside of camp.. on a monster hunt perhaps #i want him to be tortured. thanks #you didn't ask but when does that stop me from annoying you (like silas does to mikayla)

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heyafinney · 5 years

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INVENTORY MEME - Finn Hogvaert

always | sometimes

➳ BAG

➳ WEAPONS

➳ APPAREL

➳ HEALTH + MAGIC

➳ STEALTH

➳ TOOLS

➳ PROVISIONS

➳ PERSONAL

Tagged by: @averdantsoul (Thank you! This was fun^^)

Tagging: @arcelllis (mwahaha) @ranier-layarte, @anikisbox, @karplunk, @waywardskylarking, @seascrapes, and everyone!

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #finn hogvaert #the adventure continues #about

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sylvansmercy · 7 years

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SHIPPING INFO | ABOUT MUN. REPOST DON’T REBLOG.

✧ WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?

mei x freedom, mei x love, mei x safety, mei x never having to feel caged or in danger of being caged ever again bc she’s totally and utterly free to live the life she deserves.

✧ WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

pretty much anything my partner and i are having fun with, as long as it’s not hurting anybody or perpetuating some nasty nonsense. i wouldn’t have fun with gross shit anyway, obviously, so...hit me with all the cheesy tropes and indulgent aus that are pure and silly and angsty and fun. i love that shit. be wholesome w/ me.

✧ HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

this...kinda depends on how old the characters are at the time. mei is one of my wardens who’s on the younger side (19 when the blight starts, turns 20 about halfway through), and she’s not a very experienced person where relationships are concerned. so during the blight i’d probably place the cutoff around 5 or 6 years, depending on the dynamic, and overall i think the largest gap i’d be comfortable with is 10 years.

but a 10 year gap would be more likely when mei is older and her formative years are behind her and so there isn’t so much of a disparity in where she and her partner are in terms of life journeys. at that point, whether it’s with older or younger partners, the limit is about the same. mei would have to feel like she’s neither way ahead of her partner where personal development is concerned, nor significantly behind.

they have to be near the same page, or at least within the same few chapters.

✧ ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

usually, yes? there are a lot of things i ship in theory, so i never know how they’ll actually go until a partner starts developing it with me in that direction because up until then i can only hazard a guess at how the other party would respond to my muse. i also need to be sure i really feel it with our muses so that i can show my partner the enthusiasm we both deserve. it involves a level of comfort ooc as well, which is why i tend to find shipping quicker and easier with people i’ve known for a bit.

this isn’t to say exceptions are never made. sometimes i trip and fall into shipping with somebody brandy new and it’s great. it all depends. but i don’t generally pursue ships with everyone bc a) i like variety!!!!! and b) some characters (or portrayals of characters) just work better in non-romantic relationships and i love that shit too.

✧ HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?

if i don’t want a coworker seeing it, then it’s nsfw. truth be told, i don’t write smut very often, especially not in rp (i’m more likely to drabble that stuff out when i’m feelin like it). not that i’m opposed; it can be fun and offer opportunities to develop muses and their dynamics in a unique way. i don’t typically seek it out, though. i just yell about intimacy headcanons in the dead of night and cry.

✧ WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?

mei x zevran w/ @corvidblade. i’d forgotten how otp surana/zevran was until this blog and yarrow. mei and zev are just two soft caged kids breaking free and i love them. mei x brett w/ @bretttal. i love???? these two soft slow burning babs. both traumatized and content to just be until they’re read to share. in like a year. or two. or five. doesn’t matter because they’re friends and that’s the best part of any relationship. mei x lucy w/ @fadedreamed. lucretia cousland is all thorns and mei-lin surana is her flower petals and they’re beautiful and wonderful and mei loves her so much.

✧ DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

it can be good just so everyone is on the same page.

✧ HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?

when it fits, it fits! ships typically just kinda happen for me, i don’t always plan for it.

✧ ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

both lmfao.

✧ ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

hella! multiship and polyship, i’m down for both (with consent all around for the latter).

✧ WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

it’s wherever the inspo happens to be on a given day. i try not to play favorites but y’know, we all do. it changes day-to-day and i dislike actively choosing so i prefer to just let the muse speak for itself.

✧ FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

write with me! plot with me! send memes! hit me up with a “hey i think this could be an interesting dynamic if you’re open to seeing where it might lead!” i do like to see how things develop on their own before saying for sure, but they can develop as easily through ooc chatting as they can via threads and memes.

TAGGING: @royalmagus @deathtold @sacrificedmore @hiswakes @thundror and/or any of the three tagged up above if they want to and/or haven’t yet :’) TAGGED BY: corvidblade like a month ago lmao

#ooc. ( out of mana )#dash games.#ship info.#; been meaning 2 do this lmao

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scadatlradio · 5 years

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Charts 6/18

1. LOUIS FUTON "Way Back When" - Self Released 2. AGES AND AGES "Me You They We" - Needle and Thread 3. CLIFF BEACH "The Gospel According to Cliff Beach" - California Soul Music 4. GROUPO FANTASMA "American Music: Volume 7" - Blue Corn Music 5. LITTLE SIMZ "GREY Area" - Astronote 6. TACOCAT "This Mess Is a Place" - Sub Pop 7. NERVOUS PATTERNS "Nervous Patterns" - Contaminated 8. LINYING "Folds" - Umami Records 9. SAVOIR ADORE "Full Bloom" - Nettwerk 10. DEVON GILFILLIAN "Devon Gilfillian" - Audiotree 11. THESE NEW PURITANS "Inside The Rose" - Infectious Music 12. CLAVVS "No Saviors" - Self-Released 13. FIELD MEDIC "Fade Into Dawn - Run For Cover 14. LEMAITRE "Relativity by Night" - Self-Released 15. I KNOW LEOPARD "Love is a Landmine" - Ivy League Records 16. DOUBLEVEE "The Moonlit Fables of Jack the Rider" - CEN 17. LAST IMPORT "Last Import" - Self-Released 18. THE DEEP DARK WOODS "Yarrow" - Six Shooter Records 19. DAVE HARRINGTON GROUP "Pure Imagination, No Country" - Yeggs 20. INSTITUTE "Re-adjusting the Locks" - Sacred Bones 21. NEW AGE HEALERS "Where The Tragic Happens" - Self-Released 22. O. GIRDLER "Yeah I Got Sick" - Self-Released 23. THE MYSTERY LIGHTS "Too Much Tension!" - Wick Records 24. THE HARMALEIGHS "She Won't Make Sense" - Nettwerk 25. SOAK "Grim Town" - Rough Trade 26. TAME IMPALA "Currents" - Kevin Parker 27. AALIYAH "Ultimate Aaliyah" - Backgrounds 28. THE WHITE STRIPES "White Blood Cells" - Sympathy for the Record Industry 29. SPOON "Far East Empress" - NUSANTARA 30. BECK "Colors" - Capitol Records

TOP ADD: 1. Middle Kids "Lost Friends" - Domino

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All The New Albums Coming Out In April 2019

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Keeping track of all the new albums coming out in a devoted month is a big task, but we’re up for it: Below is a comprehensive list of the major releases you are able to look forward to in April. If you’re not trying to potentially miss out on anything, it might be a good notion to keep reading.

Friday, April 5

& More — Ethel Bobcat( D-Tone Victorious/ nicethingsMUSIC) Ages And Ages — Me You They We( Needle and Thread Records) Alma — Have You Seen Her?( PME) Andromo& Iain Howie — Just Stay EP( Rainforest Music) Big Eyes — Streets Of The Lost( Greenway Records) BLACKPINK — Kill This Love EP( YG Entertainment) Bogdan Raczynski — Rave’ Till You Cry( Disciples) Brass Box — The Cathedral( Dune Altar) The Brave — Aura( UNFD) Brooks& Dunn — Reboot( Arista Nashville) Bryce Dessner( of The National) — El Chan( Deutsche Grammophon) bulow — Crystalline EP( Wax Records/ Republic) Callum Easter — Here Or Nowhere( Lost Map Records) Cassia — Replica( Distiller Records) Cherry Pickles — Cherry Pickles Will Harden Your Nipples( PNKSLM Recordings) Christian Loffler — Graal( Prologue)( Ki Records) Circa Waves — What It’s Like Over There?( Prolifica Inc .) Cities Of Mars — The Horologist( Ripple Music) Cocaine Piss — Passionate& Tragic( Hypertension Records) Conjurer — Sigils( 1126252 Records DK2) Crown Of Autumn — Byzantine Horizons( My Kingdom Music) Datura4 — Blessed is The Boogie( Alive Naturalsound Records) David Berkman — Six Of One( Palmetto Records) Don Felder — American Rock’ n’ Roll( BMG Rights Management( US) LLC) The Drums — Brutalism( ANTI -) Evan Greer — She/ Her/ They/ Them( Don Giovanni Records) Flying Fish Cove — At Moonset( Darla Records) Foie Gras — Holy Hell EP( Yellow Year Records) Girl On Grass — Dirty Power( September Gurl Music) Girli — Odd One Out( Virgin EMI Records) GRiZ — Ride Waves( self-released) Gurr — She Says EP( AWAL/ Rough Trade) Hannah Grace — The Bed You Attained EP( Never Fade Records) I Know Leopard — Love Is A Landmine( Ivy League Records) Idlewild — Interview Music( Empty Words) Jackie Venson — JOY( Big Indie Records) Jai Wolf — The Remedy To Loneliness( Mom+ Pop) Jaw — The Ceiling( self-released) Jelly Boy — Everybody Is A Universe EP( Cannibal Hymns) Jimbo Mathus — Incinerator( Big Legal Mess Records) John Vanderslice — The Cedars( Native Cat Recordings) Jonathan Larson — The Jonathan Larson Project( Ghostlight Records) Justin Wright — Music For Staying Warm( First Terrace Records) Kendrick Scott Oracle — A Wall Becomes A Bridge( Blue Note Records) Khalid — Free Spirit( RCA) Khotin — Beautiful You( self-released) Kiefer — Bridges( Stone Throw Records) The Infamous Stringdusters — Rise Sun( Time Tape Records) L’Imperatrice — Matahari( Microqlima) Lady Lamb — Even In The Tremor( Ba Da Bing) Larry “Ratso” Sloman — Stubborn Heart( Lucky Number) Mana — Seven Steps Behind( Hyperdub) Mark de Clive-Lowe — Heritage II( Ropeadope) Matt Maeson — Bank On The Funeral( Neon Gold/ Atlantic Records) Mike Mains& The Branches — When We Were In Love( Tooth and Nail) Molly Turtle — When You’re Ready( Compass Records) Night School — Disappear Here( Graveface Records) Partner — Saturday The 14 th EP( You’ve Changed Records) The Prescriptions — Hollywood Gold( Single Lock Records) Priests — The Seduction Of Kansas( Sister Polygon Records) Pup — Morbid Stuff( Rise Records/ BMG) Reba McEntire — Stronger Than The Truth( Big Machine) Rescue Ranger — Divisive( Klonosphere/ Season Of Mist/ Cargo Records UK) Rod Melancon — Pinkville( Blue Elan Records) Rose Elinor Dougall — A New Illusion( Vermillion) Rose Of The West — Rose Of The West( Communicating Vessels) Rozi Plain( of This is The Kit) — What A Boost( Memphis Industry) Sara Bareilles — Amidst The Chaos( Epic Records) Savoir Adore — Full Bloom( Nettwerk Records) Sego — Sego Sucks( Roll Call Records) Shana Cleveland — Night Of The Worm Moon( Hardly Art) Sharkmuffin — Gamma Gardening EP( Exploding In Sound Records) Spoony Bard — Old Friends( self-released) The Suitcase Junket — Mean Dog, Trampoline( Signature Sounds) Swimming Bell — Wild Sight( Adventure Records) Tayla Parx — We Require To Talk( Atlantic Records) Tyler Ramsey( of Band Of Horses) — For The Morning( Fantasy) Uncle Meg — Butterfly EP( Yellow Year Records) Weyes Blood — Titanic Rising( Sub Pop) Whispering Sons — Image( self-released) Yarrow — A Mild Circus EP( Get Better Records)

Friday, April 12

Aaron Lewis — State I’m In( Valory Music) ALL TVVINS — Just To Exist( Faction Records) All Your Sisters — Trust Ruins( The Flenser) Anderson. Paak — Ventura( Aftermath Entertainment) Astrid — Fall, Stand, Dance( AED Records) Band Of Skulls — Love Is All You Love( So Recordings) Bar Of Gold — Shelters( Equal Vision Records) Beat Music — Beat Music! Beat Music! Beat Music!( Motema Music) Bibio — Ribbons( Warp) Big Business — The Beast You Are( Joyful Noise Recordings) Big Search — Slow Fascination( 30 th Century Records) Black Flower — Future Flora( Sdban Records) Broken Social Scene — Let’s Try The After — Vol 2 EP( Arts& Crafts Records) Bruce Hornsby — Absolute Zero( Zappo Productions/ Thirty Tigers) BTS — Map Of The Soul: Persona( Big Hit Entertainment) The Budos Band — V( Daptone) The Chemical Brothers — No Geography( Astralwerks) The Cradle — The Glare Of Success( NNA Tapes) Cris Jacobs — Color Where You Are( Blue Rose Music) Damien Jurado — In The Shape Of A Storm( Mama Bird Recording Co .) Eli “Paperboy” Reed — 99 Penny Dreams( self-released) Emily Reo — Merely You Can Insure It( Carpark Records) Eric Reed — Everybody Gets The Blues( Smoke Sessions Records) Escort — City Life( Escort Records) Fontaines D.C. — Dogrel( Partisan Records) Glen Hansard — The Wild Willing( ANTI- Records) Run Cosmic — Sideways In Time( Kozmik Artifactz) Gretchen Pleuss — Daughter Of The Broader Skies( Sun Pedal Recordings) Jess Ribeiro — Love Hate( Barely Garmented Records/ Remote Control Records) John Paul White( of The Civil Wars) — The Hurting Kind( Single Lock Records) Junodream — Terrible Things That Could Happen EP( self-released) Khalid — Free Spirit( RCA) The Leisure Society — Arrivals& Departures( run Drain Records) Lloyd — Black Haze( Flipside Recordings) Lowly — Hifalutin() LSD( Sia, Diplo, and Labrinth) — Labrinth, Sia& Diplo Present … LSD( Columbia) Melby — VCR( Rama Lama Records) Melissa Etheridge — The Medicine Show( Concord Records) MONKEY3 — Sphere( Napalm Records) Native Harrow — Happier Now( Different Time Records) NUMENOREAN — Adore( Season of Mist) Odonis Odonis — Reaction EP( Felte) Pixel Grip — Heavy Handed( Feeltrip Records) Reese McHenry — No Dados( Suah Sounds) Shovels& Rope — By Blood( Dualtone) Sophie Auster — Next Time( BMG Music) Tellavision — Add Land( Faux) Theories — Vessel( Corpse Flower Records) Thomas Henley — Epoque EP( Pan European Recording) Through The Noise — Dualism( Eclipse Records) Yours Truly — Afterglow EP( UNFD) Zvi — Deer Pink( Nefarious Industries)

Friday, April 19

Angelique Kidjo — Celia( Verve/ Universal Music France) Ann My Dice — Thorn EP( Profane Records) Anna Tivel — The Question( Fluff& Gravy Records) Beauty Queen — Out Of Touch EP( Sleep Well Records) Bells Atlas — The Mystic( Tender Loving Empire) Bernard Fowler( of Rolling Stones) — Inside Out( Eagle Records) Cage The Elephant — Social Cues( RCA Records) Countless Goodbyes — Cycles( Inverse Records) The Cringe — Everywhere You’ve Never Been( Silver Lining Music) Daniel Norgren — Wooh Dang( Superpuma Records) Diane Coffee — Internet Arms( Polyvinyl Records) Drugdealer — Raw Honey( Mexican Summer) Faith Eliott — Impossible Bodies( OK Pal) Fat White Family — Serfs Up!( Domino Records) Field Medic — Fade Into The Dawn( Run For Cover Records) Flaural — Postponement( Staycation Records) Gus Dapperton — Where Polly People Go To Read( AWAL) Heart Attack — Fake Blood( You Did This/ Triple Crown Records) Heather Woods Broderick — Invitation( Western Vinyl) Heavy As Texas — Heavy As Texas( Crunchy Western Records) The Hot Sardines — Welcome Home, Bon Voyage( Eleven Records) Jade Bird — Jade Bird( Glassnote Records) JOHNNYSWIM — Moonlight( BMG Rights Management( US) LLC) Jonatha Brooke — Imposter EP( Bad Dog Records) Kelsey Lu — Blood( Columbia Records) Kinbrae — Landforms( Truant Recordings) Lizzo — Cuz I Love You( Nice Life/ Atlantic) Lovers Leap — Lovers Leap EP( Moon Loof Recordings) Loyle Carner — Not Waving But Drowning( AMF Records) Maren Celest — I Insured The Sun( Candor Arts) Mark Peters — New Routes Out Of Innerland( Sonic Cathedral) Mitch Woods — A Tip Of The Hat To Fats( Blind Pig Records) The O’Jays — The Last Word( SC1/ S-Curve) Pamplemousse — High Strung( A Tant Rever du Roi) Peggy Gou — Moment EP( Gudu Records) Polly Gibbons — All I Can Do( Resonance Records) Raffi — Motivational Songs( Troubadour Music/ Universal Music Canada) Russ Tolman — Goodbye El Dorado( Lost) Sabbath Assembly — A Letter Of Red( Svart Records) Sad Planets( Patrick Carney and John Petkovic) — Akron( Tee Pee Records) Sarah Mary Chadwick — The Queen Who Stole The Sky( Rice Is Nice Records) Seaway — Fresh Produce( Pure Noise Records) Shotgun Sawyer — Bury The Hatchet( Ripple Music) Stealing Sheep — Big Wows( Heavenly Recordings) Tech N9ne — N9NA( Strange Music) The Tallest Man on Earth — I Love You. It’s A Fever Dream.( River/ Birds Records) TR/ST — The Destroyer — 1( Grouch) Tripsitter — The Other Side Of Sadness( Prosthetic Records) Wand — Chuckling Matter( Drag City) Wargirl — Wargirl( Clouds Hill) Yes We Mystic — Ten Seated Figures( DevilDuck Records) Your Heart Breaks — Drone Butch Blues( SofaBurn)

Friday, April 26

AJR — Neotheater( Warner Bros. Records) Alan Parsons — The Secret( Frontiers) Aldous Harding — Designer( 4AD) Amon Tobin — Fear In A Handful Of Dust( Nomark) Aries — Juramento Mantarraya( K. Records) Bailen — Thrilled To Be Here( Fantasy Records) Bear’s Den — So That You Might Hear Me( Rounder Records) Black Zone Magick Chant — Voyage Sacrifice( Shelter Press) Catfish And The Bottlemen — The Balance( Island Records) Chelou — Out Of Sight( Concrete Dog) Claude Fontaine — Claude Fontaine( Innovative Leisure) Craig Finn( of The Holy Steady) — I Require A New War( Partisan Records) The Cranberries — In The Aim( BMG) The Damned Things — High Crimes( Nuclear Blast) Danko Jones — A Rock Supreme( M-Theory Audio) Delsbo Beach Club — A Burger In Akersberga EP( Rama Lama) DJ Nate — Take Off Mode( Planet Mu) Dub Trio — The Shape Of Dub To Come( New Damage Records) Ezra Collective — You Can’t Steal My Joy( Enter The Jungle) Foxygen — Find Other People( Jagjaguwar) George Benson — Walking To New Orleans( Provogue Records) The Get ahead — Deepest Illuminate( Jullian Records) Guide By Voices — Warp And Woof( Rockathon Records) Hannah Cohen — Welcome Home( Bella Union) Hembree — House On Fire( Thirty Tigers) Hillsong United — People( Hillsong) In The Valley Below — The Pink Chateau( Bright Antenna Records) JJ Cale — Remain Around( Because Music) Jackie Mendoza — LuvHz EP( Luminelle) Josefin Ohrn+ The Liberation — Sacred Dreams( Rocket Recordings) Josh Ritter — Fever Breaks( Pytheas Recordings/ Thirty Tigers) Justin Moore — Late Nights And Longnecks( Walkie Talkie Records) Kelly Finnigan — The Tales People Tell( Colemine Records) Kevin Morby — Oh My God( Dead Ocean) Kiefer Sutherland — Reckless& Me( BMG) King Gizzard& The Lizard Wizard — Fishing For Fishies( ATO/ Fightless Records) Lamb — The Secret Of Letting Go( Cooking Vinyl) Local Natives — Violet Street( Loma Vista Recordings) Lonely Robot — Under Stars( Inside Out) Lord Dying — Mysterium Tremendum( Entertainment One) Maddie& Tae — One Heart To Another EP( Dot Records) Marina — LOVE+ FEAR( Atlantic) Marissa Nadler And Stephen Brodsky — Droneflower( Sacred Bones) The Mountain Goats — In League With Dragons( Merge Records) Nancy Kelly — Remembering Mark Murphy( Subcat Records) New Years Day — Unbreakable( RED Music) Nick Murphy( fka Chet Faker) — Run Fast Sleep Naked( Downtown/ Future Classic/ Opulent) Nils Lofgren — Blue With Lou( Cattle Track Road Records) OLSSON — Tropical Cologne( Universal Sweden) Otoboke Beaver — Itekoma Hits!( Damnably) Rodrigo y Gabriela — Mettavolution( ATO Records) Peakes — Absent In Person EP( Practise Music) Peter Doherty& The Puta Madres — Peter Doherty& The Puta Madres( City Slang) The Pilgrim — Walking Into The Forest( Heavy Psych Sounds) Pure Bathing Culture — Night Pass( Infinite Companion) Radical Face — Therapy EP( Bear Machine) Sid Le Rock — Scenic Route( Hafendisko) SOAK — Grim Town( Rough Trade Records) Spotlights — Love& Decay( Ipecac) The Story Changes — To Hell With This Delicate Equation( Magnaphone Records) Sublime With Rome — Blessings( 5 Music/ RED MUSIC) SUNN O ))) — Life Metal( Southern Lord) Teen Daze — Bioluminescence( FLORA) Tiny Fighter — Tell Me EP( Bay Terrace Records) Trade Wind — Certain Freedoms( Other People Records) Walker Lukens — Adult( Modern Outsider) The Well — Death And Consolation( RidingEasy Records) Winnetka Bowling League — Cloudy With A Chance Of Sun EP( RCA Records) Your Heart Breaks — Drone Butch Blues( SofaBurn)

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Herbs & Spices: 91-101

91. Thyme

Thyme is an herb that’s part of the mint family and is often used in cooking. Thyme is a source of vitamins and minerals like vitamin C, vitamin A, iron, manganese and calcium. It can be used to boost your mood, relieve respiratory conditions like sore throat and bronchitis, lower blood pressure and cholesterol levels, and fight cancer cells. (91)

92. Triphala

Triphala is an herbal formulation that’s made from three fruits, amla, haritaki and bibhitaki. Dried powder from these fruits are mixed and when consumed, boast health benefits like lowering cholesterol levels, aiding weight loss, reducing inflammation, relieving constipation and fighting cancer. Triphalacan also be taken as a tea, tablet and liquid supplement. (92)

93. Tulsi

Tulsi, which is also known as holy basil, is used in cooking and to make flavored water, juices and tulsi tea. When consumed, tulsi can help to treat skin diseases, eye diseases, chronic fever, respiratory conditions like bronchitis and bronchial asthma, arthritis, diarrhea and dysentery. Tulsi can also be used to improve bad breath, prevent cavities, ease headache pain and balance hormones naturally. (93)

94. Turmeric

Turmeric is one of the most powerful herbs on the planet and its benefits often rival those of conventional medications. Turmeric supplements can be taken in place of antidepressants, anticoagulants, arthritis medications, skin condition treatments, anti-inflammatory medications and cholesterol regulators. Other turmeric benefits include its ability to aid weight loss, treat gastrointestinal issues, ease pain and treat cancer naturally. (94)

95. Valerian Root

Valerian root comes from a plant that’s native in Europe and parts of Asia. The root is sold as a dry powdered extract in capsules, teas, tinctures and fluid extracts. Valerian root is commonly used as a natural sleep aid because of its sedative properties. It can also ease anxiety, lower blood pressure, improve your ability to deal with stress and ease menstrual cramps. (95)

96. Vanilla Extract

When vanilla beans are combined with alcohol, this makes a vanilla tincture or extract that’s added to recipes for flavor. But vanilla extract also comes with a slew of health benefits, including its ability to fight bacterial infections, reduce inflammation, boost your mental health, reduce fevers and improve cholesterol levels. (96)

97. Vervain

Vervain is an herb that can be found in powder, tincture, capsule and tea forms. Vervain has cardioprotective, antimicrobial, antibacterial, anti-inflammatory, sedative and anti-anxiety properties. It can also be used to improve your gum health by using vervain and hot water as a mouthwash. (97)

98. Vitex (Chasteberry)

Vitex, which is also known as chasteberry, can be used to tone your body’s systems, positively affect your hormones and improve the health of your skin. Use vitex to relieve PMS symptoms, reduce uterine fibroids, improve female fertility, treat endometriosis, reduce menopause symptoms, remedy amenorrhea, treat an enlarged prostate and promote lactation in women who are breastfeeding. (98)

99. Wild Yam

Wild yam is an herb that’s also known as colic root. It can be found in dried root, liquid, tea, capsule and dried root powder forms. Wild yam benefits include its ability to regulate blood sugar levels, improve cholesterol levels, reduce hyperpigmentation, relieve symptoms of diverticulosis and help to fight cancer. (99)

100. Witch Hazel

Witch hazel is a plant and the leaves, twigs and bark are used to make a skin-healing astringent that’s used to reduce acne, skin inflammation, poison ivy and insect bites. Using witch hazel can also help to heal cracked skin, ingrown hairs, excess sweating, varicose veins, razor burn and hemorrhoids. (100)

101. Yarrow

Yarrow is an herb and the leaves can be used fresh or dried for cooking. Yarrow can also be used to make infused vinegars and oils. Consuming yarrow can help to heal skin wounds, stop bleeding, aid amenorrhea, treat mastitis, reduce inflammation, ease anxiety, improve digestive issues, reduce blood pressure and ease asthma.

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London fashion week women S/S 2019 key Trends

London fashion week women S/S 2019 key Trends Barbra Aldina Tue, 09/18/2018 - 09:13

Nomadic generation, soft Romanticism and women empowerment is back at the London fashion week S/S 2019 show.

Alice Archer- Romanticism through flowers

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For the London fashion week spring summer 2019 she brings a romantic collection, verging on sentimental, with a palette inspired by the vast blue sky, green fields and pink dress worn by the protagonist in Andrew Wyeth’s painting “Christina’s World,” and white, which appeared as broderie Anglais in long and short incarnations of a prairie dress embroidered with black-eyed Susans.

Archer’s flair for embroidery was also at work in stems of fluffy-headed yarrow that appeared throughout, beginning with a soft pink silk pantsuit that belted at the waist and includes a mint green kimono and in a pretty off-the-shoulder blush satin-tiered gown.

Alice Archer was inspired by the author’s rich descriptions of nature, which she channeled into a collection abloom with embroidered wildflowers in silhouettes that lightly hinted at the period during which the books were published.

Virginia bluebells looked lovely backed by blue cotton in a drawstring waist jumpsuit with a Pierrot collar, and the ice green trousers that came with a matching midriff-baring bodice top was a nice balance of innocence and sophistication.

The eveningwear, which is usually a standout, fell slightly short of the mark. The mint gown with a satin bodice and tulle skirt would have been better all in tulle, and the top of the lilac two-piece ensemble looked a bit rudimentary by comparison to Archer’s previous efforts.

Palmer Harding- Peplums and ruffles

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The design duo used dichotomies throughout the collection to reflect this type of twisted personality.

There were oversize, androgynous shirts with lingerie-inspired slip top peaking under; tailored jackets softened with ruffles and peplums, and harnesses layered over languid printed dresses.

“There’s some dangerous elements like harnesses but also ruffles to camouflage [her darker side],” added Harding.

Other highlights included ultra high-waisted trousers and structured jackets with large cargo pockets, that evoked a powerful, military-inspired image.

There was plenty to choose from in this collection, that was filled with easy-to-wear, everyday separates��— but their brand’s strength continues to lie in their signature shirting and the skilfull ways they pull them apart and piece them back together.

Alexa Chung- Inspired by Travel

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Inspired by travel, she dreamed up her own travel company “A.C. World Travel Inc.” and transformed her show venue into an airport lounge. Models walked around the tricky-to-navigate arrivals and departure halls, sporting outfits that referenced “an array of incongruous destinations.”

There were businesswomen in smart ivory suits; girls ready to party post-flight in their crystal-embellished minidresses and others who put comfort first in logo tracksuits and printed pajamas.

There was also a whiff of the Mediterranean with a series of crocheted looks, accessorized with baskets and sparkly jelly shoes, as well as some safari references in the form of bandanas, large cargo pockets, and suede trenches.

There were plenty of desirable pieces, from the baby blue patent trenchcoats to the cute barely there slip dresses and Chung’s signature boiler suits, that ticked all the right trend boxes and will surely prove to be retail gold.

Burberry- Luxury and Modernity

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Burberry- Luxury and Modernity

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The collection took in a sensual, old-world luxury for the London fashion week S/S 2019. You will find a soft leather pencil skirt, a lineup of pleated print skirts, proper pussy bow blouses and jackets threaded and tied with silk scarves. The look was a more street looks, a lace slips with long deconstructed sleeves and short, halter-top trench dresses worn with white socks and mary jane flats.

Tisci's favorite Bambi came on shirts and trenches while snippets of phrases from Shakespeare, along with punk, pop, and historical references appeared on T-shirts and jackets and coats.

He put a cool spin on the trench, slimming it down, cinching it with a thick leather corset belt for the opening look, or piercing its edges with little gold hoops or studs. Elsewhere, he added little built-in, button-front panels or a patchwork of silk scarves.

Overall, his women’s offer outshone the men’s, with the classic and tailored portions looking sleeker than the off-duty clothes, which took in a deer spotted shirt that wondered aloud “Why Did They Kill Bambi” and a lineup of roomy suits slashed T-shirts and animal-patterned trousers.

Perhaps the strength of Tisci’s more formalwear is an indication that street, by Tisci’s own admission, has gone too far. Interestingly, Tisci referred to the casual and street-tinged sections of the show as the “young parts.”

Victoria Beckham- Movement and relaxed

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For the collection, Tennant’s opening look for the London fashion week S/S 2019 was a languid, optic white suit, with an obi buckle belt setting up the tone for this collection that was all about ease, from the relaxed long dresses and trousers to the flat boots. no painful or twisted ankles here to the textured knits, which came as long wraparound dresses or were layered under tailored jackets.

Beckham said she wanted to play with contrasts, too, and to that end cinched a flowing white Greek goddess dress with a bright blue rope belt and slipped a pink one around the waist of a red ribbed skirt with a handkerchief hem.

Lace-edged slipdresses were layered over roomy, boyish flat-front trousers while delicate scalloped lacing peeked from the deep V-neck of a roomy black trouser suit.

The styles at the show were built for movement, which as a mother of four with a burgeoning business valued last year at 100 million pounds.

David Koma- drama. Peplum and Ruffles

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Koma put his own, minimal, all-out sexy spin on the drama, ruffled skirts and polka dots associated with the dance, refining ruffles into structural peplums and translating dots into sheer spot mesh or shimmery plexi embellishments, which winked along the edges of shoulder seams, cutouts, and hemlines.

Carmen Amaya, the late Romani flamenco dancer who would wear trousers in her performances to emphasize movement, was the inspiration behind the lineup’s terrific trousers. Also calling to mind styles worn by matadors, they were cut high on the waist, with a soft flare created by split hems.

His palette, as always, was on the noir side, freshened by white and lilac. Pieces in neon yellow or bright green looked better head-to-toe rather than paired with or trimmed in black, which made those looks seem a bit labored.

A lineup of literally dazzling gowns, the first he has shown on the runway, looked great in ombré plexi chainmail that faded from green to platinum or from black through to violet and green.

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Path of the Green Witch – Part IV

By Wicklow

Living as a green witch means really getting to know nature and all it offers.

For me, that also means understanding the herbs that nature provides to us, and how they can help us in our daily lives. My home is filled with jars of dried herbs and they are used on a regular basis. But before using them, one has to know what each one is designed, by nature, to do.

Generally, a plant referred to as an herb possesses some sort of medicinal, culinary, or magical value. Botanists and gardeners sometimes differentiate herbs from other plants by the stem: if the plant has a “woody” stem above the ground, it’s not an herb but a tree or a shrub. According to this definition, mint is an herb, but rosemary is not.In the magical and spiritual world, however, the term “herb” is used as a catchall for the bits of trees, flowers, spices, and all sorts of plants. Herbs thus form a huge portion of the green witch’s practice. Following the herbs, you’ll find some miscellaneous greens that are also useful (though often overlooked).

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The following list comprises some aromatic and culinary herbs.

ALLSPICE (PIMENTA OFFICINALIS)

Also known as pimento or Jamaica pepper, the dried allspice berry is a common staple in the kitchen spice rack. Called “allspice” because it incorporates flavors such as clove, cinnamon, and pepper, it is a common flavoring for spice cookies. The sweet yet spicy aroma is released when the dried berry is crushed. Allspice berries make wonderful additions to prosperity blends and any magic focusing on increasing energy, love, healing, and luck.

ANGELICA (ANGELICA ARCHANGELICA)

Also known as archangel or angel’s herb, this fragrant plant has been used throughout the centuries for improving digestion, flavoring wines and liqueurs, and making candy. Magically, it is particularly powerful when used for protection and purification.

BASIL (OCIMUM BASILICUM)

Also known as sweet basil and St. Joseph’s Wort, basil is commonly found in spice racks and in kitchen gardens all over Europe and the Americas. It is extremely versatile in the culinary arts and is an excellent all-purpose magical herb as well. Basil is used for prosperity, success, peace, protection, happiness, purification, tranquility, and love.

BAY (LAURUS NOBILIS)

Also known as sweet bay and sweet laurel, bay was used to crown the victor of games in ancient Greece and Rome. Bay is magically associated with success, wisdom, and divination. Write a wish on a bay leaf and burn it, or sleep with it under your pillow for dreams that offer some sort of guidance as to how to pursue your goal. (If you burn the bay leaf, make sure your area is well ventilated, for the smoke can be mildly hallucinogenic.)

CHAMOMILE (CHAMAEMELUM NOBILE, MATRICARIA RECUTITA)

Also known as manzanilla, chamomile (both the Roman and German varieties) is another versatile popular magical and medicinal herb. It is excellent for soothing stomach problems, headaches, and nerves and is an ideal herb to give to children. Magically, it is used for prosperity, peace, healing, harmony, and happiness.

CALENDULA (CALENDULA OFFICINALIS)

Although sometimes identified as the pot marigold, calendula is not the common marigold (Tagetes spp.). Calendula is edible, whereas the garden marigold is not. Calendula has been used medicinally to treat skin irritations, such as eczema, bruises, scars, and scrapes. Magically, it is used for happiness, prosperity, love, psychic powers, and harmony.

CINNAMON (CINNAMOMUM SPP.)

Cinnamon is one of the must-have multipurpose herbs in a green witch’s stock. It possesses a great amount of energy, and a pinch can be added to anything to rev up the power level. It is also excellent for spells and charms involving money. Magically, cinnamon is associated with success, action, healing, protection, energy, love, prosperity, and purification.

CARAWAY (CARUM CARVI)

The seed of the caraway plant is excellent to use for protection against negativity. It’s also a good antitheft herb, so add some to the garden sachets you place outdoors to keep little animal intruders from nibbling at your plants, as well as in protective sachets or charms in your home. Magical associations include health, mental abilities, protection, fidelity, and antitheft.

CLOVE (SYZYGIUM AROMATICUM)

The small dried bud of the clove plant is used in cooking, baking, and magic. Magically, clove is associated with protection, purification, mental ability, and healing. Add three cloves to a sachet or charm to tie in protective and purifying energy to keep the charm’s action pure and focused for a longer period of time. A sachet of rosemary, angelica, sage, three cloves, and a pinch of salt tied shut with red thread or ribbon is a good all-purpose sachet to hang above a door or in your car to turn away negativity and protect the area.

COMFREY (SYMPHYTUM OFFICINALE)

Also known as boneset or knitbone, comfrey is renowned as a healing herb. Magically, it is associated with health, healing, protection during travel, and prosperity.

DILL (ANETHUM GRAVEOLENS)

Also known as dillweed, dill comes in two forms: seed and weed, which is the feathery dried leaves of the plant. Either may be used in green witch work. Dill is magically used for good fortune, tranquility, prosperity, lust, and protection.

GINGER (ZINGIBER OFFICINALE)

Wild or cultivated, gingerroot is an ideal herb to add to rituals and spells because it acts like a booster for the power involved. Like the energy of cinnamon, the heat of the ginger revs up the energy associated with your work. Ginger can also be used to jump-start love, stimulate finances, and increase the potential for success in just about anything. Medicinally, it is used for fighting colds, calming the stomach, and suppressing nausea.

MARJORAM (ORIGANUM MAJORANA)

Also known as winter sweet, marjoram is similar to oregano, but sweeter and milder. Marjoram was used by the ancient Greeks to crown newly married couples. It is used for happiness, protection, love, and joy, particularly in family environments. (Oregano [Origanum vulgare], a similar herb, is used for love, courage, and action.)

MINT (MENTHA SPP.)

There is a wide variety of green or garden mints, which are versatile herbs to grow in a garden or on the kitchen windowsill. An infusion of the leaves will help ease most headaches, stimulate the appetite, and aid digestion. Magical associations are prosperity, joy, fertility, purification, love, and success.

MUGWORT (ARTEMISIA VULGARIS)

Also known as artemisia and sailor’s tobacco, mugwort is another ubiquitous witchy herb. A decoction of the leaves is said to help open your mind before you try divination. Magically, it is associated with prophetic dreams and divination, relaxation and tranquility, protection, banishing, and consecration.

NUTMEG (MYRISTICA FRAGRANS)

Medicinally, nutmeg quells nausea and soothes digestive problems (although it can be toxic in large doses). Magically, it is associated with psychic abilities, happiness, love, money, and health.

PARSLEY (PETROSELINUM CRISPUM)

In ancient Greece, parsley was used for such varied purposes as sprinkling on corpses to neutralize the smell of decay and making victors’ crowns to celebrate success. It is magically associated with power, strength, lust, purification, and prosperity. Both the seeds and the leaves can be used.

ROSEMARY (ROSMARINUS OFFICINALIS)

Practical applications of rosemary include use as a skin tonic applied externally and as a hair rinse to add shine to dark hair and soothe itchy scalp. An infusion taken as a tea will help ease a headache. Magical associations include protection, improving memory, wisdom, health, and healing.

SAGE (SALVIA SPP.)

Sage is perhaps the herb most commonly used for purification and protection. An infusion taken as a tea will help settle a sour stomach and ease digestion and can help calm anxiety as well. Magical associations include purification and protection, wisdom, health, and long life.

VERBENA (VERBENA OFFICINALIS, VERBENA SPP.)

Also known as vervain, enchanter’s herb, herb of grace, and van van, verbena is an excellent all-purpose herb. Medicinally, an infusion of verbena helps calm headaches, eases stress, and makes a relaxing bedtime tea. Magically versatile, verbena is associated with divination, protection, inspiration, abundance, love, peace, tranquility, healing, prosperity, skill in artistic performance, and the reversal of negative activity. Make a verbena oil by infusing the fresh plant in a light olive oil or grapeseed oil to use as a standard blessing/protection oil. Add crumbled verbena leaves to any sachet to round out the positive energies you are drawing together. It is an excellent all-purpose herb to add to any charm bag or spell to encourage success.

YARROW (ACHILLEA MILLEFOLIUM)

Also known as milfoil, millefeuille, yarroway, or bloodwort, yarrow is a common garden herb grown for its attractive silvery foliage. The leaves and stem of yarrow, harvested in late summer, have traditionally been used as a poultice to staunch blood. Magically, it is used for courage, healing, and love.

MOSS

Moss is a type of plant that is the first to grow in a seemingly barren area. It’s also tenacious and survives in the oddest places where you wouldn’t think anything could grow. Moss prefers a humid, shady environment, and can and will grow on trees, rocks, dead wood, and soil—anywhere there may be a small crack or gap where particles of soil can collect. It can grow with no apparent place to root whatsoever, which is possible because moss technically does not have roots. Moss absorbs water through its leaves. Because it survives with little maintenance and in improbable locations, moss is associated with perseverance, patience, nurturing, and grounding. Because it is lush even in seemingly inhospitable areas, it’s also associated with serenity and calm.

FERNS

Ferns are lovely ethereal plants that range from fragile to remarkably sturdy. They grow in a variety of climates and settings, depending on the genus and species. They’re often associated with invisibility, love, chastity, protection from evil, and unlocking doors.

GRASS

Grass is so common that most green witches overlook it. Grass isn’t found only on our lawns; it’s also found tall and waving by the roadside or growing through cracks in alleyways or vacant lots. Like moss, it is associated with serenity. Grass also has a quirky humor: if you want it to grow, it will resist, whereas if you try to get rid of it, it will keep popping up. Grass is a trickster. It’s also highly adaptable.

from Path of the Green Witch – Part IV

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