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The Gathering - Chapter 36, Lord Buchanan

Summary: Ileana goes downhill after Buchanan leaves. As the army approaches the Oklahoman wilderness Lord Buchanan draws on Hilda’s knowledge of the first peoples to handle their inevitable encounter with the tribes.

Length: 5.4 K

Characters: Ileana, Bruce, Buchanan, Quin, Hilda, Waya (OMC)

Warnings: Fear of a miscarriage, first encounters with possible hostile force, old prejudices.

Author’s notes: The indigenous words used in this chapter were gleaned from accessing online language databases of various tribes currently found in or near Oklahoma, including the Cherokee and Sioux. Their origins are thought to be from parts of the Midwest and eastern part of the continent. The spellings are phonetic and are used with the greatest of respect. If their use is incorrect the author would appreciate hearing from you to rectify it. In previous references to the area and the tribes they have been described disparagingly through ignorance. Buchanan’s arrival alerts him to the folly of continuing in that ignorance, recognizing the tribes have modernized more effectively than his own society and are more advanced.

<<Chapter 35

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At first, Rhodes wanted to ride after the army believing he could catch up with them and retrieve Tom, but Ileana declined saying they would be beyond the great forest by the time he caught up. Perhaps it was meant to be for Tom to be a soldier now and his fate lay in his own hands.  The morning after the revelation Rhodes supervised the breakdown of their camp and with the escort of King's Guard they all returned to Buchanan's estate.  Bruce, who had returned to the port to finish the installation of the super computer promised to return as soon as possible.  For Ileana, the only comfort she took in returning home was seeing the smiling face of her daughter, Livia, as she ran to her mother in the courtyard.  Both Mary and Cook were there, putting their arms around her like old widowed aunts comforting a grieving niece.  Ileana accepted their efforts but knew that only Buchanan's return would satisfy the sad longing in her heart.  For the next week they heard nothing from either the Western Plains kingdom or from Quin's force as it advanced closer to the fighting. 

Ileana regularly called out on the ham radio, after the scientists said their set had been relocated to the King's palace in Amarillo.  She received one response on the 5th day, and the man, who didn't identify himself, said the original tower to broadcast the signal had been damaged by the first trebuchet attack, which was why a long distance messenger falcon was sent to announce the start of the war.  Although Quin's army hadn't yet arrived at Amarillo, they had checked in at two of the radio stations Lord Fury set up in the northern portion of the kingdom.   The man reported the addition of 400 warriors from the Oklahoma wilderness, where more of the original tribes of peoples who predated the ancients had gathered after the calamity.  Hilda, the Queen's Guard commander who had volunteered for Quin's force had apparently spoken to the tribes when his force crossed their territories and helped convince them, along with Quin and Lord Buchanan, to join the fight for it was known the Duke considered them savages worthy only of being slaves.  Before the man could give any more news the broadcast stopped and Ileana was unable to reacquire the signal.  Without word of her husband Ileana withdrew from much of the estate life, delegating duties to Rhodes, Wallis, and Mary.  Although she had promised Buchanan to manage the estate she found herself sitting in the radio room constantly monitoring for word of the war.

Ten days after the departure of Quin's force Bruce returned, having bounded through the countryside from the port.  He walked into the courtyard and was greeted by a grim-faced party of Rhodes, Wallis and Mary, drawing him into the training yard.

"Where's Lady Buchanan?" he asked.  "Why have you brought me here?"

"Dr. Banner, she has given up on life," said Mary.  "She stays in the radio room, hoping for word of Lord Buchanan.  She barely sleeps or eats.  I am worried for her and the baby."

"She has delegated the running of the estate to us," added Rhodes.  "We are happy to share the burden but she promised Lord Buchanan to protect his interests.  There are things that only she can do as mistress.  Please, you must try to make her see reason."

Bruce looked towards the castle and shook his head, wishing he had known sooner. He had spent the last two days in a state of relaxation, after all the exertions of the days before in ensuring the super computer was functional.  Wallis took his bag as Bruce went directly to the radio room.   As soon as he saw her he knew she was in danger of losing the baby.  Her face was gaunt from lack of sleep and nourishment, her hair dull and tangled.   She never moved when he entered, only turning when he kneeled beside her and took her hand in his large one.

"Bruce, you're back," she said in a voice hoarse from not being used.  "I'm waiting for word.  Something should come through soon."

"You need to get some sleep," he replied gently, "and something to eat.  You don't look well."

"I'm fine," Ileana protested.  "When Mary brings me something I manage a few bites.  My place is here to monitor the radios."

"Now that I’m back, I can do that," he said firmly.  "As your doctor I'm ordering you to start taking care of yourself."

"No!" she cried, weakly.  "You don't understand.  The Sorceress saw something in a vision but she only told Tom.  I have to be here when it happens so that I know he's alive.  I can't leave until I know that he lives."

Tears were dripping down her cheeks as her fear began to manifest itself in Bruce's presence.  Despite his large size he gathered her close and comforted her then picked her up in his arms. Standing upright, he cradled her against his broad chest, murmuring as she wept.

"I'm taking you to your room," he said calmly.  "Beth will change you into your nightgown and you will take a sleeping draught.  It won't hurt the baby but if you stay here like this any longer you will lose it and then you will never forgive yourself.  Ileana, let us handle the radio.  You get better and start looking after your other responsibilities."

She protested at first, then accepted his words, and placed her head against his shoulder, giving up her claim to the radios.  As he left the radio room with her in his arms, he saw the other three waiting. Rhodes immediately entered to take the watch on the radios while Mary hurried to prepare a sleeping draught.  By the time he arrived at her rooms Beth was waiting and escorted Ileana into the dressing room.  They both came out a few minutes later with her in her night chemise, the young attendant supporting her with a firm arm around the grieving wife’s waist.  Mary arrived with the draught and all three watched carefully as Ileana drank it, then sat with her while Mary stroked her hair.  When she finally fell asleep Bruce looked at both of them.

"She needs nourishment, red meat in a strong broth with vegetables and potatoes," he said.  "It doesn't have to be a lot.  Try feeding her smaller meals more often.  Milk, cheese, fruit as well.  Call the midwife in and ask her to examine Lady Buchanan and listen for the baby's heartbeat.  I would but I'm afraid of confirming my own fear that she may have already lost the baby.  Damn this war."

He held the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger for a moment then looked to the two women and smiled wanly, beating down his own sense of guilt at not being there sooner.   Rising up from the floor he left Ileana there in the care of the others.  When he left he returned to his room.   As soon as he closed the door behind him Bruce slumped back against the wall and wept, certain that Ileana had lost the one thing that would keep her going if Buchanan died.

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It had been three days since the 1500 strong force had left the palace.  As they hoped they cleared the forest on the first day's ride.  They followed the coast for the next two days before turning west into the wild lands.  Buchanan didn't expect any problems from the bandits who controlled those lands.  With the size of his force he could overpower them all but didn't want to be delayed by dealing with any attempts to rob them.  Of biggest concern to him was going through the Oklahoma wilderness.  Diplomatic couriers paid a toll to pass through unmolested but the size of his force could trigger a confrontation.  He sent Coulson to bring Hilda, the leader of the Queen's Guard, forward.  She returned immediately with him and Buchanan motioned for her to ride alongside him.

"Did your people have any dealings with the Oklahoma tribes?" he asked.  "I'm concerned they will look at this force and consider that we are invading them."

"Not since well before the Mad Titan's reign," she said.  "They fought him off quite well but retreated to the wilderness and have refused most overtures since then.  I believe the couriers and pedlars have to pay a toll to pass through without trouble."

Buchanan sighed.  "Would you be willing to speak to them on our behalf?" he asked.  "Convince them that we only wish for safe passage there and back?  I will pay their toll if it is reasonable."

"For a force your size it could be considerable," she said, eyeing the Queen's pistol.  "My guess is they will want a sizeable number of the pistols and ammunition."

"I was afraid of that," he replied.  "If you have suggestions I am willing to listen."

"It's a long shot," she said.  "Torres is of mixed heritage, is he not?  His mother's family go back to the Aztecs?"  Quin, who had been listening, confirmed it.  "Do you know any of the language?"

"A little," he said.  "Not enough to converse fluently."

"Still, it is evident in your face," she said.  "I suggest that you, me and a third person have a parley with the head chief of the Oklahoman tribes.  We ask for his help, a force of their own warriors.  They do like a good fight and Duke Walker has already expressed his disdain for the peoples who predate the ancients.  If we can convince him that the Duke means them harm when he takes control ...." She noticed Quin becoming angry.  "I beg your pardon, if he takes control then he may be convinced to bolster our force with some of his.  They are by all accounts excellent riders and bowmen, and have no fear of battle."

Buchanan studied her and Quin while considering her suggestion.  "Very well," he said.  "I will go with you."

Bren looked sharply at him.  "My Lord is that wise?" he asked.  "You put yourself in jeopardy if you go with them.  Let myself or Coulson or Heimdall accompany the prince and Hilda."

"No, as I am the general it is my responsibility," replied Buchanan.  "My word is my bond and they need to see that.  They also need to see that as a warrior I am not afraid of them but I am also not afraid to die.  Is that a correct assessment of them?"

Hilda nodded.  "They will not hesitate to kill you, M'Lord," she said.  "But they do honour bravery.  You coming forward to negotiate will be seen as a sign of respect and bravery.  It may help to convince them."

"I will go with you," he said.  "Will you be able to recognize when we have crossed into their territory?"

"M’Lord, we are already in it," said Hilda.  "They watch us, hidden in the environment.  The force must stop now and us three go on.  They will recognize that as a request to parley."

"Bren, order the companies to stop," said Buchanan.  "Stay at the ready, prepare to defend yourselves if you must but do not react when they approach us.  Quin, Hilda, we ride on."

After the main force stopped, the trio rode on for several hundred yards until they were aware of several riders on either side of them.   Hilda signalled for them to stop.  Of the riders who had appeared one came forward and looked at them, his bearing showed no fear or concern at their appearance.

"Hau," said Hilda.  "I am Hilda, known as Maid of Battle.  My people lived in the Stone Lands.  We seek parley with your chief."

"O'siyo," replied the man.  "You ride with a large force.  Do you seek a toll price to ride through?"

"No," she said.  "We seek more warriors to battle a usurper."

The man smirked.  "Why would we send warriors to the Wašíču?"

"Yes, they are outsiders," she replied, "but their cause is noble.  This asgaya is our general, Buchanan.  The younger asgaya is the prince who goes to his father's aid. Until he defeats the usurper he goes by the name Quin.  As you can see by his face, he is descended from the Aztecs."

The man looked sharply at Quin.  "Who is your family?" he asked him.

"My mother is Camila de Torres, descended from the Aztecs via a long line of Hispanic warriors," said Quin, recalling Fury's words to be proud of his heritage.  "My father is David Walker.  The usurper is his cousin, John Walker."

"Why are you not at his side now?" asked the man.

"Because I was a foolish child," he said, truthfully.  "I stole this black stallion ridden by our general Lord Buchanan, injured him and abandoned him.  I was arrested as a thief until Buchanan took pity on me and took me in to help me become a man.  We have ridden over 3 days from his lands where two kingdoms allowed me to raise a volunteer army, the force behind us."

"You wear a ring on your left hand in the same way as the colonizers," said the man.  "You are married?"

"I am," replied Quin. "She loved me as a man first, without knowing my true identity.  Once I revealed the truth to her she still accepted me."

"A good woman then," said the man, then he looked at Buchanan.  "You are Buchanan?” He nodded. “I have heard of you.  You are the white wolf?"

"Yes, I am that man," said Buchanan. 

"Excuse me for a moment while I speak with my council," said the man, who rode over to the group that had formed to their side. 

Hilda looked at Buchanan.  "They haven't killed us outright," she said.  "That's something."

"He's the chief, isn't he?" asked Buchanan. “He’s very well spoken and his authority is evident.”

She nodded. "I thought as much when he didn't give his name," she said.  "How did they know you're the white wolf?"

Buchanan gave a slight shrug.  The man came back over followed by the six riders who were his council, two of whom were women.  The man rode his horse alongside Buchanan's and extended his forearm in greeting.

"I am the chief of this tribe," he said.  "My name is Waya which means Wolf in English.  I think that makes us brothers."  Buchanan extended his forearm and the two men clasped them together, both smiling.  "Come, let Maid of Battle ride back to your force with one of my warriors and tell them they have been accepted as visitors to our lands.  I am inclined to provide you warriors but I will call a gathering of all the tribes so they can decide whether to join you.  Quin, we know of you from our friend, Lord Fury.  He said you would be coming and that your cause was worthy.  Now you have a chance to add to an already impressive army."

He extended a forearm to Quin, who grasped Waya's arm to his in fellowship.  Then Waya turned his horse and rode between Quin and Buchanan so that all could see they rode as equals.  They rode for some time until they came upon a surprisingly modern town built alongside a river.  There was a large enclosure that Waya said they could ride their horses into to keep them penned and safe from thieves, not that anyone of his people would dare to even try, now that he had given his arm to them.  His people would provide food and fill the water troughs for the horses.  Taking him at his word, Buchanan gave the word to leave their horses in the enclosure.  Then Waya led the way to a large building.  When they entered it Buchanan was amazed to see it was an arena with seating all around the outside edge.  Waya invited the army to seat themselves but he asked Buchanan, Quin and Hilda to stay with him, taking them to a place under the seats where there was a radio room.  Buchanan recognized the radios as being from their kingdom, which Waya noticed and smiled.

"The radios from the Kingdom of the Broken Lands are well made and reliable," he said.  "Some of our traders saw them in their travels and bartered for them.  It has made life simpler for some of our tribes that are further away from here.  Perhaps we can discuss a direct trading relationship with your people.  We have heard good things about your king and the changes he has brought to his kingdom."

He turned on the radio and began speaking into it in his own language.  Just like in Buchanan's kingdom each tribe had their own frequency and he switched frequencies five times, meaning there were five other tribes.  After reaching out to them Waya turned off the radio and turned back to the others. 

"Although the tribes are scattered their representatives are centred in Tulsa which is a few hours ride from here," he said. "They will be arriving sooner and I must ask you not to tell anyone how they arrived.  I ask that you will keep our secret in order to maintain the trust that I hope we have built between us."

Buchanan and the others were puzzled but agreed to Waya's terms.  He smiled and led them back out to the arena where his people had set up tables in the centre of the arena, loading them with food.  Others made their way into the seating area and invited the soldiers to come down, pick up food and return to their seats.

"You are our guests and we always feed our guests," said Waya.

"But there are 1500 of us," protested Buchanan.  "We can eat our rations."

"Nonsense," said Waya.  "During rodeo this place is packed.  1500 is of no consequence."

Hilda looked up at the word rodeo.  "You have the rodeo?" she said.  "My grandmother spoke of it, knowing only the stories she heard from her family, descended from barrel racers."

"The Sioux were good riders," he said.  "You held off against the Mad Titan as well as you could.  I wish we had learned of your troubles sooner as we could have sent warriors to fight alongside your chief's army, sorry, your Queen's army.  How many of your people are left?"

"Several hundred but we are scattered," she said.  "I found a home with the Queen's Guard in the Kingdom of Broken Lands."

"Ah yes, Queen Peg, the modern woman who was a warrior in her old world," replied Waya.  "Lord Buchanan, you fought with King Steven to rid us of the Mad Titan.   Another reason we owe you a debt."

"Is there anything you don't know about us?" asked Buchanan sarcastically.

"How you programmed your missiles to destroy the last asteroid," said Waya, smiling slyly.  "We have found several missile silos and once we heard you programmed one to destroy an asteroid in space before it hit the atmosphere our grand council began talking about opening diplomatic relations with your kingdom."

Buchanan looked at him sharply.  "How did you know what they were?"

"Many years ago our people found an intact library," he said.  "It taught us many things that we were happy to learn.  To the outside world we present ourselves as our ancestors did, even the modern borns among us.  In reality we are all educated, value scientific knowledge and have been able to resurrect some of the ancient technologies. This modern town is more typical of how our people live but we rarely allow anyone from the outside world to see it. The threat of the asteroids and of dangerous men like John Walker makes it imperative that we begin changing that."

Waya led them to the food tables where they picked up plates, helping themselves to the food on the table.  A separate table was set up for his local council and they joined the others there.  They each introduced themselves and like Waya were well spoken and well versed on many subjects.  Partway through their meal a person approached Waya, whispering into his ear. In response, he invited the three of them to accompany him outside.  In the distance they could see a dust plume racing across the land.  As it got closer Buchanan could make out the object that caused the dust plume.  He looked incredulously at Waya when it came into view. 

"Cars?" he asked.  "You have cars?  Do you have gasoline as well?  Diesel fuel, do you have that?"

Waya laughed.  "I'm impressed you know about them," he said.  "Do you have them?"

"No, I also discovered a library and have read books on them," said Buchanan.  "I never expected to see one exist, never mind operate.  But the fuel for them?  How do you operate them?"

Waya put his hands up.  "They are electric," he said.  "We charge them using the sun for power.  We do have a couple that are gasoline powered but our capabilities to make fuel are limited so we don't use them so often.  Why do you ask about diesel fuel?"

Buchanan told him about the intact large telescope they had found but the mechanism to move it required diesel fuel for the generators.  Even though it used solar power now to function it was a slow process that the diesel generators could speed up.  He also told him about how they rigged the missile silos to run on a combination of solar, wind and hydro power.  By the time he finished speaking the vehicle was almost to them and the three of them looked in awe as it pulled up with five people inside.  Waya greeted the people in his language as they exited the vehicle and then introduced the three visitors by their full names.  Quin, especially was taken aback at hearing his full title spoken by Waya, but still extended his hand to each of the chiefs of the other tribes.

"Come brothers and sisters," Waya said to the other chiefs.  "There is food inside for you."

They went back inside and the other chiefs commented on the size of Quin's army, seemingly impressed that the young man had been able to assemble it.  The rest of Waya's council had finished eating and vacated the table, although they stood nearby.  The newly arrived chiefs helped themselves to fresh food which had just appeared and they all sat at the table together once again.

"Lord Buchanan requests additional warriors to come from our lands," said Waya, laying out the request that had been made.  "They will be going to assist King David Walker to put down his cousin Duke John Walker who is trying to seize the throne.  I have already decided to give him some of my warriors but I wanted to give you all the opportunity to take part."

"The Duke," said Chief Onacona, an older man of the Osage tribes.  "He is the one trying to force his religion on people, is he not?  Has all the charm of a mud puddle?"

"Yes," said Quin, "he also proposes to put women in their proper place, meaning pregnant and serving their husbands.  He regards a mixed race like me as an abomination."

"What are his views on science?" asked Chief Jariana, of the Muscogee (Creek) tribe, a woman slightly older than Waya. 

"He thinks it is the work of the devil," said Quin.  "He proposes to destroy the two missile silos we currently know of.  He would have destroyed the supercomputer in Abilene but my father was able to get that out before the war started. It is now safe in King Steven’s kingdom."

The other chiefs all looked up.  "You had a supercomputer?" asked Waya sharply.  "Why was that not made known?"

"Because they couldn't get it to work," said Buchanan.  "Not until we learned of it and realized that one of our modern borns could fix it.  Dr. Bruce Banner, MD, seven PhDs, including computer science.  That's how we were able to program the missile to hit the asteroid.  It had only been working for a few months but with the observations from our working observatory it was able to quickly plot the correct trajectory."

"You have a modern born man?" asked Chief Enola of the Seminole tribe, an older woman.  "I didn't know there were any."

"He's the only one I know of," said Buchanan.  "He was human in his world but in a laboratory accident was changed into a green giant."

"The giant is your genius?" asked Chief Geronimo of the Chickasaw tribe, an older man.  "I've heard of the giant but I thought he was a menace when he first appeared."

"He was angry and confused when he arrived," said Buchanan, "but my father befriended him and although he lived as a hermit for a long time he lived in my lands peacefully enough.  We received another modern born scientist from his world and she knew of him.  After that he agreed to help us.  He is my daughter's godfather, in fact."

"Why should we help the Wašíču?" asked Chief Hokta of the Choctaw tribe, sullenly.  "Did they help us when the calamity happened?  What do we care if two colonizer cousins fight?  Let them kill each other and the young coyote pup can pick up the pieces if he wants a kingdom so badly."

Buchanan started to answer but Quin stood up and glared at the man.  "I am no outsider," he said.  "My mother is from a long line of warriors that extends to Aztec times so I am also descended from the original inhabitants of Turtle Island.  When the calamity happened do you think no one else was affected?  I have been on the ocean where a third of the original land mass was wiped out when the asteroid created a tidal wave previously unseen by humans.  Even far inland people were affected as the cloud raised by the calamity darkened the skies for years, killing crops, bringing disease and death to billions.  My own family is split down the middle as some of my mother's family support John Walker, even though he has vowed to send people like them back to the lawless lands.  If you think John Walker will leave you alone if he takes my father's kingdom you are sadly mistaken.  He sees you as suitable to be slaves and nothing more.  Yes, I am only a coyote pup, just turned 18 and newly married.  But somehow the people of the Kingdoms of the Broken Lands and of the Green Lands heard my pleas for help and have given me an army of 1500 men and women.  If you do not wish to help then that is your choice but I ride to a fight and so does my army and you won't stop me."

Quin stood there for several minutes breathing heavily staring at the Choctaw chief who then stood up and walked out, obviously insulted at the tone of the young prince.  Hilda stood up and put her hand on Quin's arm then faced the others.

"I am not Wašíču," she said.  "My people were the Sioux who lived in the badlands of the Dakotas.  When the Mad Titan arrived on the northeastern shores of Turtle Island there were many who wanted to fight but there were many more who wouldn't, asking why they should be involved in the outsider's battles.  They ruled the vote and my people didn't fight.  When the Mad Titan killed King Steven's father he went looking for more places to conquer and he went after my peoples, slaughtering them, sending many into exile, others into slavery.  The warriors fought but he was too much to handle and because he had already conquered many there was no one left to help us.  Our lands are poisoned now, only a few places left that are still viable to grow crops.  I found a home in King Steven's kingdom and I will be damned if I let another tyrant like the Mad Titan take a kingdom that isn't his.  Not on my watch."

She was shaking and trying not to cry.  Quin put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it briefly.  Buchanan stood with them and faced the chiefs, deciding to lay their case down bluntly.

"Join us or don't," he said.  "We ride in the morning for the Kingdom of the Western Plains, and we won't be paying a toll.  Thank you for the hospitality.  You have my word that we won't betray your secrets."

The three walked away from the table of chiefs, and signalled they were leaving. The 1500 soldiers who had witnessed the whole thing stood up and quietly left the stands, following Buchanan to the enclosure where he pulled his bedroll off of Magnus and laid it out on the open ground just outside the fence.  The others followed suit and stayed there until dark when Waya and the other chiefs, minus the Choctaw chief, appeared with torches and extra torch sticks, lighting them up and passing them out.

"Follow us," said Waya as he turned back into the darkness.

Buchanan and the others followed them for some time, seeing a huge bonfire in the distance.  They could hear the sound of drums and the unearthly wails of a song that was ancient.  As they got closer they could see hundreds dancing and many more watching in the dark.  As Waya and the chiefs approached the sounds and dancing ceased.  The crowds parted, allowing Buchanan and his men to enter into their space.  Waya stepped into the light generated by the bonfire and issued a piercing cry before speaking.

"By the will of the council and the will of our warriors we send 400 to join Prince Arthur David Joaquin de Torres Walker and his army to defeat a threat to our nation and others," he yelled.  "The Chief of the Choctaw Nation has declined the invitation to battle as is his right.  So, I, as the Chief who made the first decision to send warriors offer myself to Lord Buchanan, the White Wolf, their general, to act as commander of our company of warriors.  In my absence I ask my brother Wohali to act as chief in my absence.  If I should die in battle then it will be a glorious death and you will elect a new chief to take my place.  If I should live then I will come back with many tales to tell of the time we joined the coyote known as the North Star to claim his honour."

He called out again and the singing, drumming and dancing started up again.  Waya motioned to Buchanan, taking him away from the others into the dark where they could talk without yelling. 

"The other warriors from the other tribes are on their way and will be here before morning," he said.  "Don't worry about them needing rest as our warriors and horses are durable.  I would like to meet my fellow commanders, please."

Buchanan extended his forearm again which was received warmly by the other man.  They walked back to the crowd where he found Bren, Coulson, and Heimdall standing together watching the proceedings with interest.  Introducing Chief Waya they all offered their forearms and were accepted warmly by him.  He told them they didn't have to stay and watch as the announcement was a formality for their benefit.  With that knowledge they passed the word and slowly Buchanan's soldiers made their way back to the enclosure.  When he looked back one more time, Buchanan saw Quin and Hilda dancing with Waya's warriors and left them there, knowing their participation would go a long way.  Their force was now 1900 strong and he began to believe they could make the difference.

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Witch tip: ALWAYS LABEL UOUR FRIGGIN SPELL JARS AND I’LL TELL YOU WHY

Maybe a year ago?? I made a curse jar (to make someone confess to something awful they did) and then ended up not needing it (they confessed to what they did on their own) and then got super sick and forgot about it. Never disposed of it. Did not label the jar.

Found it yesterday, thought “what’s this?” And opened it. Bad idea lmao. I got lightheaded and dizzy, threw up, and had to lay down for the rest of the afternoon. I wouldn’t have opened it if I had known what it was, and if I’d LABELED IT, I’d have known.

TL;DR, label your spell jars or else! This has been a PSA!

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Cloaking Spell for Witches

Beauty Reflection Spell

Geminio Spell (HP Inspired)

Quick Accio Energy Spell (HP Inspired)

Summoning Your Patronus (HP Inspired)

Alohomora Spell to Unlock Your Potential (HP Inspired)

Aguamenti Cleansing Spell (HP Inspired)

Growth Spell for Beltane

Leo Spell for Warmth and Joy

Cancer Spell for Sensitivity and Intuition

Best Friend “Success” Spell(Corpse Bride Inspired)

Pepper and Dish Soap - A Binding and Banishin Spell

Spell to Reduce Cutting Urges

Simple Self-love Bath Ritual

Grounding, Meditation & Gratitude

Thunderstorm Grounding Technique

Gratitude

Alchemy 

The Wiccans Glossary: Alchemy Symbols and Signs

Chakras 

Witchy Knowledge with Waya: Chakras

Energy Work 

Energy Work: Energy Types and Sources

Liminal Spaces

Liminal Spaces in Witchcraft

Herbology

Drying Herbs and Flowers

Herbs Masterpost

Astral Travel

Advanced astral travel masterpost 

Astral Travel Glossary

How to Astral Travel

Astral Parasites

Astral Projection & Exercises

Charms

“Unbreakable” Charm

Charm for Beauty

Working with the Fae

How to win a faerie’s favour or avoid their curse

Fairy Lore

Fae Witch Guide

Faeries Sigil

Signs of House Fae

Faerie Gardens

Divination

Divination Intro

Tarot Cards

How to Get Started in Tarot

How to Read Tarot Cards When You Don’t Know Shit

Tips for Interpreting Tarot Cards

Reverse Tarot Cards

Yes/No Tarot Tips

Witches' Collection — 🌟Tips for interpreting Tarot🌟

Moon Phase Tarot Spread

How to Cleanse your Cards

Cartomancy

Cartomancy ABC Guide

Cartomancy: The Suits

How to Cleanse your Cards

Tasseography

Tasseography Guide

Things you can add to your tea

Lithomancy

Preparing a Lithomancy Set

Scrying

Scrying [Witchcraft 101]

Scrying Tips

Runeology

A Guide to Greek Alphabet Divination (Runes)

An Introduction to Norse Runeology

Elder Futhark Rune Correspondences

Blooding Runes

Candle Work

Reading a Candle

Reading a Candle (Yes/No Questions)

Misc.

Lesser known forms of Divination

Seashell Divination

Seashell Divination II

Sigils

ideas about sigils

Some basic ideas on charging sigils with the elements

Ways To Use Sigils Masterpost

Present Tense

Sigils Masterlist

How to use Sigils 

Sigil Magick Masterlist

Sigil Examples

I Channel the Energy from the Constellation ‘Leo’ easily

I Scry Easily and Accurately

I Channel the Power of My Star Sign With Ease

I Stay Alert and Focused Throughout the Day

I Love Deeply

Truth

I Do Not Fear The Future // My Sleep Schedule is Balanced

Spirit Work

Spirit Guides

How to find your Spirit Guides/Guardian Angels

Signs That You Might be Haunted by a Bad Spirit

Some Ways to Bond With a Spirit Companion

Spotting a Malevolent “Guide”

Types of Personal Spirit Guides

How to Bond with a Spirit Companion

Draconic Magic

Draconic Magic Guide

Draconic Magic 101: Part 1 - Drawing and Dismissing Power

Draconic Magic Resource List

Dragon’s Hoard (Spell)

Reading List

The Master Book of Herbalism, by Paul Beyerl

The Modern Guide to Witchcraft: Your Complete Guide to Witches, Covens, and Spells, by Skye Alexander

Out of the Broom Closet, by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The Tree: The Complete Book of Saxon Witchcraft, by Raymond Buckland

A Witches’ Bible: The Complete Witches’ Handbook, by Janet & Stewart Farrar

The Herb Book, by John Lust

Culpeper’s Complete Herbal, by Nicolas Culpeper

Book of Magical Herbs, by Margaret Picton & Michelle Pickering

The Charge of the Goddess, by Doreen Valiente

Book of Pagan Prayer, by Ceisiwr Serith

The Complete Book of Incense, Oils and Brews, by Scott Cunningham

The Book of Stones, Revised Edition: Who They Are and What They Teach, by Robert Simmons & Naisha Ahsian

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem & Metal Magic, by Scott Cunningham

Supermarket Magic: Creating Spells, Brews, Potions & Powders from Everyday Ingredients, by Michael Furie

The Goodly Spellbook: Olde Spells for Modern Problems, by Lady Passion & Diuvei

Everyday Witchcraft: Making Time for Spirit in a Too-Busy World, by Deborah Blake

Wicca, by Harmony Nice

Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman

The Gospel of Loki, by Joanne M. Harris

The Occult, Witchcraft & Magic, by Christopher Dell

Wicca & Witchcraft For Dummies, by Diane Smith

Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs, by Scott Cunningham

Cunningham's Encyclopedia of Crystal, Gem, and Metal Magic, by Scott Cunningham

The Green Witch, by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The Witch's Guide to Self-Care, by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The Modern Guide to Witchcraft, by Skye Alexander

A Practical Guide to the Runes, by Lisa Peschel

Moon Spells, by Diane Ahlquist

Realms of The Earth Angels, by Doreen Virtue

The Black Arts, by Richard Cavendish

Wiccapedia, by Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway

The Crystal Bible, by Judy Hall

Crystal Enlightenment, by Katrina Raphaell

Gods and Heroes of Ancient Greece, Gustav, Schwab

The Pocket Book of Stones, by Robert Simmons

The Gods of Greece and Rome, by Talfourd Ely

Wicca Altar and Tools, by Lisa Chamberlain

Wicca Magical Deities, by Lisa Chamberlain

Wicca Crystal Magic, by Lisa Chamberlain

Wicca Wheel of The Year, by Lisa Chamberlain

Wicca Elemental Magic, by Lisa Chamberlain

[gladdyator18]

Art Finder

Here is a masterlist of all the art I’ve done over these past few months! Like my fanfiction post, this will be updated regularly as time goes on. Some names may have the same link and lead to the same or previous picture.

My Wattpad Fanfictions Masterlist My Tumblr Fanfictions Masterlist

Pokémon

Eragona

Eragona 2

Eragona 3

Eragona 4

Eragona~ My Art Style

Eragona and Libby

Eragona and Jet

Eragona and Kat

Eragona and Nina

Eragona and Boombox

Eragona’s House

Galarian Eragona

Eragona Redraw

Rain

Roman

Mantis

Gemma

Elsa

Younger Elsa

Lark

Nina

Nina and Eric

Nina Redesign

Anville

Celeste

Rhodney

Cedric

Iliana

Grandma Elise

Grandma Elise 2

Professor Cherry

Team Xenon Grunts

Team Xenon Commanders

Team Xenon Leader

Kat

Kat 2 and Older Kat

Happy Birthday Kat

Eric

Eric and Nina

Eric Redesign

Gym Badges

Pokémon Nursery

Charcoal and Jet

Axew Twins

Professor Willow

Aaron

Ezra

Raven

Darius

Jordan and Grayson

Dragon Slayer Hunter

Dragon Slayer Hunter Redesign

Original 4

Original 4- Kantonian Form

Rina

BlackTober2021 Day 11: Self-Insert (Me)

Happy Halloween Libby and Angel

Elsu

Elsu 2

Vincent (Vinny) | Original151

Jay

Jay and London

Callahan

Merry Christmas Libby and Angel

Georgia

Assistant Calista

Fluffo

Art Contest

Chusi

Chusi Redesign

Brook

Yelena

Yelena 2

Amora

Chairman Claude

Ezonia Map

Rachel

Arcanine and Trainer

Derek

Professor Wisteria

Ruby and Opal

Luke, Ava, and Isi

Saraya

Micheal

HP OC in Pokémon art style

Fancy Pokémon

Luna the Ninetales

Harry Potter

Saraline Dragonhawk

Saraline in Pokémon art style

Silas Dragonhawk

The Dragonhawk Siblings

Eleanor Dragonhawk

Hugo Dragonhawk

Faedra Lucan

Saraline and Ace

Luka Williams

Star Wars

Zelara June

IRL Friend’s Boyfriend

Winx Club

Sienna~ Charmix | Enchantix | Normal Clothes | Charmix Redesign

Sienna and Ethan

Willow~ Charmix | Enchantix | Normal Clothes | Charmix Redesign

Willow and Liam

Calypso~ Charmix | Enchantix | Normal Clothes | Charmix Redesign

Calypso and Silver

Amiri~ Charmix | Enchantix | Normal Clothes | Charmix Redesign

Amiri and William

Vixen~ Charmix | Enchantix | Normal Clothes | Siren Form | Charmix Redesign

Vixen and Jared

Naomi~ Charmix | Enchantix | Normal Clothes

Naomi and Joel

Ethan

Liam

Silver

William

Jared

Joel

Avengers

Libelle Pendragon/Dragona

Jasmine Shiori | Shadow Phoenix

Dragona and Shadow Phoenix

Miraculous Ladybug

L’Arachel Crimea

L’Arachel and Luca

Nighthowler

Waya

Chi-Chi

Kirra

Shall We Date: Wizardess Heart+

Gladys Drake | redraw

Gladys Drake~ My Art Style

Gladys the Violinist

Gladys in Armor

Gladys the Fighter

Casual Gladys

Home for Christmas

WH+ OCs; The 355

Gladys Drake (ask)

Spell-casting Gladys

MHA/BNHA

Koda Shiori

Koda Shiori 2

Koda Shiori~ My Art Style

Koda and Todoroki

IRL Friend and Bakugou

IRL Friend and Denki

IRL Friend and Kirishima

IRL Friend and Aizawa

OC Redesign

IRL Friend and Bakugou 2

IRL Friend in MHA UA Uniform

Koda and Todoroki 2

Wings of Fire

Princess Allegra

Allegra and Nether

Allegra, Jericho, and Micha

Prince Jericho

Jericho and Micha

Jericho, Allegra, and Micha

Micha

Micha and Jericho

Micha, Jericho, and Allegra

Queen Luna

Nether

Atlantica

Anubis

Iceberg

JoJo’s Bizzare Adventures

Sharena Destiria/Golden Valkyrie

Takahara Kioshi/Crimson Prism

Baisho Sugimoto/Hellhound

Hiro Katsunan/Warlord

Natalina Beneviento/Acrylic

Riccardo Beneviento/Steampunk

Rosa de la Cruz/Debilitar

Theo Maximus/Animosity

Rokai Larksgale/Beta King

Courtney Larksgale/Meta Queen

Takahara and Natalina

Ale Yukage/Infinite Abyss

Lucas Kai/Alucard

Sharena and Ishani

Ishani Destiria-Sugimoto/Dragonfly

Hiro and Riccardo

Natalina and Riccardo

Baisho and Takahara

Kain Kioshi/Prodigy

Tristan Katsunan/Atlas Atmosphere

Sharena and Baisho

Hiro and Tōshirō

Olivia Maximus/Replica Spotlight

Baisho the Guitarist

Sharena and Natalina

Ava Yukage/Autumn Blaze

Jason Kai-Sugimoto/Oracle

Diego Cortez/Horoscope Prophecy

BlackTober2021 Day 8: Hobby (Kain)

Happy Birthday Kain Kioshi

Feliz Cumpleaños Rosa de la Cruz

Happy Birthday Jason Kai-Sugimoto

Happy Birthday Ale Yukage

Ishani Redesign

Happy Birthday Ava Yukage

Happy Birthday Natalina Beneviento

Happy Birthday Olivia Maximus

JJBA Kids (daughters)

JJBA Kids (sons)

Happy Birthday Riccardo Beneviento and Tristan Katsunan

Happy Birthday Courtney and Rokai Larksgale

Happy Birthday Diego Cortez

Happy Birthday Ishani Destiria-Sugimoto and my mother

Happy Birthday Hiro Katsunan

Happy Birthday Lucas Kai

Happy Birthday Baisho Sugimoto

My Little Pony

Princess Allegra Blue

Prince Icarus

Princess Silver Wave

The Imperial Family

DBZ

Kolra

Other OCs

Vera

Vera 2

Aiden

Helena

Clark

Jonah

Danielle

Kent

Alexis

Quinn

Gladdy

Gacha Club Recreation + Genderbend

Sonic

Lexi the Wolf

Lexi the Wolf 2

Horseland

Gladia and Jericho

Katherine and Nivia

Horseland Horses (so far)

Monster High

Corrin Atlas

Sailor Moon

My Teacher, Sailor Luz

Minecraft

Krystal

Krystal Extras

Blake

Shane

Julia

Armored Up

The Overworld Dragons

Endra, the Ender Dragon

Magma, the Nether Dragon

Demon Slayer

Ryoko Nakano

Ryoko Nakano 2

Ryoko Nakano 3

Ririkku Aria

The Apex Guardians

Galilea Reinhardt

Acheron Vadakin

Laura Vega

Nishan Tate

Andy Sterling

Emmerell Vadakin

Landon Quartz

Erzaraph Seraphim-Draconequus

Lurana Paladin

Remi Orlem

Ray Calloway

Raziel Reizen

Renée Caldore

Fire Emblem

Gladiola von Hollister

Annabelle von Laurier

Justin Lorenz Laverre

Kent Lucius Laverre and Nella Opalescent Laverre

Jasper Augustus Pomefiore

Cedric Williams Lanister and Cecil Armond Lanister

Fiona Fairbrook Valencia

Claudia Windgates Goldstein

Kayden Niklaus Goldstein

Quinton Edric Lochan

Lilibeth Isabella Lochan and Rosalind Martinez Lochan

Emery Nirin Orcsguard

Heather Scarlett Orcsguard

Diego Isenloc Glaudrich | scarred eye

Julianna Fairgates Roltindine

Corrina Vlezio Auradeau

Issac Geneva Auradeau

Phoenix Alma Flodaria

Henry and Hunter Malachi Leiado

Cameron Xavier Caldore

Vincent Odalia Airitsed

Layla Arianna Reinhardt

Aubrey von Alastor

Rosalina Lee Fontaine

Lucas Alexander Isadora

Ashton Cromwell Galileus

Jezabelle and Jewelia von Aragoes

Johnathan Luke Callahan

Random Art

Library Run-In

Art Style Practice

Art Style Practice 2

Neon Bubbles

Black on Neon

Forehead Kiss

I Can Be Dominant Too

His Personal Assistant

For My Sisters

Signature Practice

Signature Practice 2

Art Style Edit

Forest Sunset + Signature Practice 3

Mysterious City

Bubbly Butterflies + Signature Practice 4

BlackTober2021 Day 19: Original Character

Christmas Themed Signature Practice (5)

Signature Practice 6

Simply Me

Simply Me 2

My OCs and Me

Saphie the Dragon

Christmas Saphie

You and Me

You and Me 2

For My IRL Friends

Doodle 4 Google

Choose + Poem

Cosmic Cat

Proverbs 31:31

Birthday Gift for @made-by-jade-222​

Art for Story

[goose-books]

darklingverse & magic

as promised! a look at the magical system in my speculative fiction loose-retelling-of-king-lear WIP, which you can find out more about here and here! this is a terribly, terribly long post, so i’m sticking most of it under a cut, but i can guarantee there are at least a few fun diagrams in there. (all character images used are from this picrew by cinnasmores!)

shoutout to waya @harehearts​ for helping me work out some of the kinks in this by asking incredibly helpful questions... waya i will untag you if you want i just wanted to appreciate your contribution. also going to tag @suits-of-woe​ because you mentioned wanting to see this!

Jasper’s dad talks about it like oil. Petroleum has to be refined before you can put it in your car. Unrefined, it’ll just as soon kill you as anything else. The natural clock ticks. A mage hits twelve, or thirteen, or fourteen. And then it’s roaring under their skin, like an electric volt, like a fever, burning in them, fighting tooth and nail to get out.

It always gets out. You pick the route. Or you don’t.

The first thing Vee ever learned was duplication. Small objects only. Jasper was crawling through stacks of post-it notes for weeks. It was like an illness: Vee would get too itchy, his magic nipping at his neck, and he’d clench his fists and then they’d have another goddamn stack of stickies. “He has to get it out somehow,” Dad had admonished Jasper, when he’d complained. “Otherwise it’ll hurt him. I do it, too. The difference is I’m useful.” And he had demonstrated by snapping his fingers and cleaning all the house’s dishes at once.

Jasper is loath to give his father props for anything. But he was, on that particular occasion, right. Within a year Vee could flick his hands and shut windows, heat leftovers, unlock doors, send laundry skittering across the floor into the hamper.

It makes sense; Vee’s an infuriatingly quick study, magically and academically. And he inherited their dad’s style of magic. Easygoing. Quiet. Unobtrusive. Less explosive, more creative. Nowadays the worst that happens when he gets hot under the collar is that he spawns another houseplant and Jasper has to brush the leaves off the kitchen table.

Because Vee followed Dad’s instructions. He annotated all of his textbooks. He mastered it early, by seventeen, because of-fucking-course he did, but he was already in control by fifteen. Everyone learns to control their magic eventually.

Most people do eventually.

— darkling, segment iv: control

okay so let’s get into this!!!

isn’t darkling a modern king lear retelling? what do you mean, “the magic system?”

great question! darkling is, in fact, a modern king lear retelling (well, very loosely; it’s my city now and i reserve the right to do what i want). it takes place entirely in and around a city called dovermorry, an extremely isolated place secluded in the mountains, surrounded by wilderness for hundreds of miles, and only reachable via a single train through the mountains. dovermorry is loosely in the american northwest, sort of, i guess. by which i mean that’s kind of where i’m picturing it, but also it’s incredibly vague and honestly i don’t really know. dovermorry is, like, you know… [gesturing] it’s around. [kicking any kind of definable map under the rug]

the plot is set in the modern day with modern technology. the magic that exists is woven into daily life alongside said modern technology, which is the primary reason i’m calling darkling speculative fiction. most people in darklingverse aren’t actually heavily affected by magic (for reasons i’ll get into but which basically boil down to “they don’t have much”); however, dovermorry as a city is mostly known for being The Place Where Mages Go. most of the families in the city have been there for a long time; they’re old money families with powerful magic who use their inheritances to study increasingly esoteric forms of magic that aren’t very helpful in praxis. this is because dovermorry is home to the large and powerful Mage’s Guild, which is in charge of setting the laws around what kind of magic can be practiced in the city and by who. if you want to study magic at a scholarly level, you’d better pay your dues to the guild, otherwise you’re gonna get the boot.

every large city has a guild, but dovermorry’s in specific is Really Big and, unusually, has more political power than the actual mayor / government of the city. partially because leovald stayer, the guild’s president, is just… ughghhebwfbefbdsbfbdsfsd. That Way. in dovermorry if you’re not getting the boot you’re licking it

“wait, slow down. what is a mage anyway?”

well, technically, anyone! everyone in darklingverse has at least a little bit of natural magic (though it might be very little) that develops during puberty/adolescence! so by its literal definition, A Person Who Does Magic, everyone is a mage. that said, in colloquial terms, the word mage has taken on a connotation that basically means… exactly the kind of people who live in dovermorry. like i just said: scholarly, probably rich, probably a little elitist. so your average working-class person is TECHNICALLY a mage, but if you asked they’d say something like, “oh, mages are those hoity-toity folks who join guilds and stuff, WE’RE just regular folks over here.”

“you keep saying magic. what are you talking about. magic is a word that means so many things”

don’t worry, in darkling it just means [gestures vaguely]. re: everyone has magic, it develops in puberty, and there aren’t really specifications - it isn’t like some folks get fire magic and others get shapeshifting magic or etc. it’s more like everyone has a certain amount of raw energy inside them that can be drawn out and funneled into different tasks/spells. some ground rules:

1. you can’t change the amount of magic you have. your magic develops naturally, and maybe you get a lot of raw energy, or maybe you only get a little, but that’s what you’re stuck with and no amount of practicing is gonna give you more.

2. that said, magic is hard to control when it first develops - and practicing WILL help you get better at controlling it. so while you’ll always have the same base amount, you’ll get faster and more efficient about concentrating it into tasks.

3. re: amount of raw energy: that shit isn’t limitless. whether you have a lot or a little, it will eventually run out and you’ll have to wait for your juice to recharge. like a battery. you are a battery. how long this recharge period takes depends on how much magic you have, how fast you used it all up (if you push your limits to do something Really Big, you’re gonna be wiped), and also just how you’re doing physically in general? if you use up all of your magic in one go and you haven’t slept in a while, you might want to, like, sit down. drink a juice box. take a nap

4. while magic isn’t limitless, you can’t just NOT use it, either. when you aren’t using your magic, that raw magical energy builds up in you. and builds up. and builds up. and it does not particularly want to be in you. it wants to be out in the world, actually, and by god your fragile human meatsack is not going to stop it. so if you don’t choose a task to funnel your magical energy into (eg, i use my built-up energy to send my socks scuttling across the floor of their own accord to get into the laundry basket), that energy will eventually decide to just come out on its own. more on this later.

5. like i said, the mage’s guild of any particular city sets the rules, but there’s generally one core rule and that’s “don’t do necromancy.” like, obviously you’re not allowed to kill someone magically, but you’re also not allowed to kill someone NONMAGICALLY, so that’s kind of a given? but necromancy is something only a few very powerful mages can do and it is a BIG no-no. don’t fuck around with death, man. people don’t come back right, but also, just, like, let them rest, all right? let the dead rest.

[image description: the “society if X” meme, showing a futuristic “ideal” society full of green landscapes, smooth silver buildings, and flying cars. the text on the top reads “society if no one did necromancy.” the text on the bottom reads “this post made by the official mage’s guild don’t do necromancy you freaks bottom text.” in the corner you can see the imgflip.com watermark that i could have erased were i less lazy.]

“so what CAN you do with magic?”

the average joe? not much. again, there aren’t specific categories of magic; there aren’t any ATLA-style bending divisions. if you and i have the same raw amount of energy, there’s no reason we can’t both learn the same spells.

that said, the average person doesn’t have a lot of magic! it is much less dramatic than i’ve made it sound. there are not big magical firefights happening marvel-movie-style on every city street. if you want to talk to your friend, you use your iphone, not some kind of distance-speaking spell (which would be hard to maintain anyway and oh my god the phone lines are right there). the average person, on a daily basis, will use their small amounts of magic to heat their coffee up, or to wipe up a mess or spill, or to clean their floor re: the socks i mentioned earlier. (while writing this post, i had to begrudgingly admit that the socks were not going to scuttle anywhere, and i was forced to pick them up with my hands, manually. tragic, i know.)

again. dovermorry is the exception to this rule. most of the people in dovermorry have a little too much money and a little too much magic and not nearly enough chill. but dovermorry has also been festering like a petri dish alone up in the mountains for decades so what can you do.

“hold on, are you telling me that people in darklingverse didn’t immediately start wielding innate magic quantities as a tool of classism? sounds fake”

regretfully i cannot retcon classism out of darklingverse as it is relevant to the plot. this is because the plot is “Incredible: This Rich White Guy Has Never Been Told No And Doesn’t Know How To Handle It Without Crytyping!”

[image description: a picrew of leovald stayer, a pale-skinned man with short blond hair and an angry-looking frown, plus tears that i drew onto him with the paint tool in paint.net. beside his head is red crytyping text reading “ii’mm sso; so..rryy i didn’t[ mme  a nit wwhy . are yu,,o suiiicdee .bai,,it,ing MMe gr;;acen im yuour da[d,,,”]

the general implicit belief across the country, but especially in highly stratified cities like dovermorry, is that upper-class people from distinguished noble families are just naturally born with more magic, and lower-class people are born with progressively less as we trip down the social ladder. is this kind of true, demographically? yeah but everyone’s got their cause-and-effect turned around. class doesn’t dictate natural magic so much as natural magic dictates class. the people on top like to be on top. and having jacked-up magic is a nice way to stay on top. so rip to the rich kids born with piddly little amounts of raw magic, because your family probably is not going to help you get places. and rip to everyone else born with piddly little amounts of magic, too, because unless you’re REALLY good at something nonmagical, you probably are not going to Strike It Big because those in power are gonna keep you down. and if you DO make it to the top you’ll be viewed as an exception that proves the rule.

there is some magic that is genuinely naturally harder to work with. the upper classes are personally really invested in making sure that kind of magic is painted as rough and lower-class. this is because it is threatening to them! and they do not want to be threatened. unless, of course, it’s them with the hard-to-handle magic. and then they’re fine with it.

“but didn’t you say everyone’s magic is basically the same?”

everyone’s magic can be wielded to do basically the same things. you can’t control how much flows through you. you CAN control where/how it gets out. and everyone’s pathways for how to let it out are basically the same (see the examples i mentioned above!). but some magic is a lot easier to control than other magic.

you can’t just not use magic, because if you don’t use it, it will use itself. it will Do Shit On Its Own. and that’s where this gets sticky.

so let’s get into that.

active vs. passive magic

now with fun diagrams!

[image description: a rainbow spectrum stretching from blue to red. the leftmost end (blue) is labeled “’passive’ magic” and “way down here you can mostly do fun party tricks.” the rightmost end (red) is labeled “’active’ magic” and “way down here you’re officially a ‘witch’ lol.”]

when i say active vs. passive magic, i should specify that this is not a strict binary! i’m about to use the terms in a sort of binary way to simplify this post down, but magic exists on a spectrum.* generally the less raw magic energy you have, the more “passive” your magic will be, but that’s not a hard and fast rule! characters vee and rory, for example, both have comparatively passive magic; however, rory’s is smaller and generally good for party tricks, illusions, and sleight of hand, while vee has more magic that he finds is really good for things like Growing Plants Really Fast and Making The Plants Do What You Want.

*i know this looks like some kind of metaphor for gender but i swear it’s not. you can trans your gender no matter WHAT your magic looks like i promise <3

i mentioned that if it builds up for too long unused, magic will Do Shit On Its Own. with passive magic, the Shit It Does is, like, accidentally growing a plant where plants shouldn’t grow, or changing your hair color when you aren’t looking. slow seeping magic that just kind of oozes out of you until you notice, “wait, shit, my hair didn’t used to be blue.” with active magic, if you don’t control it, it will Break Shit and it will not be nice about it.

active magic is - if we simplify both the magic binary and human genetics until they’re really really blurry - the dominant trait. if you made a middle school biology punnet square, active magic would be the dominant allele and passive the recessive allele. (i haven’t taken a bio class in two years no one get my ass for this analogy.) the child’s magic will take after whichever parent has more active magic. so, to illustrate that, let’s look at a normal family with a normal non-scandalous family tree. by which of course i mean the greenwoods. [canned laugh track playing in the studio]

here are ara, griffin, and medea (parents) charted by how active their magic is:

[image description: the same spectrum, now featuring three picrews of characters. ara, a dark-skinned woman with wavy black hair, freckles, and glasses, is placed leftmost, closest to the blue/passive end. griffin, a dark-skinned man with short black hair and glasses, is placed near the middle of the spectrum, slightly to the left. medea, a pale-skinned woman with spiky white hair, freckles, and gold hoop earrings, is placed rightmost, at the very edge of the red/active end.]

...and here’s how that went for them, progeny-wise:

[image description: a little family tree. ara and griffin’s child, vee, a dark-skinned person with wavy black hair, a worried look, and band-aids on his face, is labeled “quiet unobtrusive plant-based magic” in green text. medea and griffin’s child, jasper, a lighter-skinned person with spiky brown hair and freckles, is labeled “once accidentally shattered 50 champagne glasses at his dad’s birthday party” in red text.]

(yes, i know i said there aren’t any ATLA-esque magical divisions; that’s still true; vee just happens to get on really, really well with plants. much like jasper gets on really really well with entropy and causing problems on purpose.)

so the thing about “active” magic is that it’s usually more powerful, but if it’s too powerful it gets incredibly destructive. like i said earlier - if you’re part of the upper class, it shakes out fine; otherwise not so much. your choices with this kind of dangerous magic are to either fight it and keep it tamped down, or to lean completely into it and embrace your massive amounts of dangerous power. if you are rich, you can do that second thing! that’s what leovald stayer does, and he’s the president of the mage’s guild! good for him! [i say, through gritted teeth.] but if you aren’t rich, you had better try to keep that shit on lockdown, unless you want to be branded a reckless uncultured social deviant and - in most cases - a witch.

mages vs. witches

everyone with magic is a mage. only a few mages are witches. it’s like squares and rectangles, you know? you can hear gracen talk about that here in nice prose (plus baby cressida!), but the bottom line is that “witch” is shorthand for “woman* who has magic so powerful it’s unsafe, who uses it to break shit and be reckless,” and anyone with the “wrong” type of magic who doesn’t have a trust fund to back them up is getting tarred with that brush. they’re nothing like those elegant learned mages casting down benevolent laws from their ivory towers, you see.

*this isn’t a gender specific thing but usually women are the ones who get called witches because Women Should Know How To Control Themselves But Men Are Just Like That. god we love misogyny <3

tl;dr: misogyny and classism real. if you have hard-to-control magic that breaks shit then you’re destined to be a pariah UNLESS of course you’re rich and powerful and then it’s COOL that if you got too out-of-control you could collapse a building or cause a monumental storm or something. you know. cool.

[image description: the same magic spectrum. medea is still there, placed exactly where she was before. leovald’s face is also there, right above hers; in terms of magic, they are equally placed on the spectrum. leovald is labeled “runs the whole city” and medea is labeled “lives in a cave in the woods,” both in white text. there are three thinking emojis at the very top of the image.]

funny how these things work out.

in conclusion

in conclusion, if you’ve read all of this, you’re braver than the marines and have my undying love. if you’re down here for a tl;dr: magic is a natural force everyone is born with; some magic is comparatively harder to control; classism & other social structures affect the way a person’s magic is viewed (there are a lot of double standards); i really enjoy making little oc diagrams.

if you have questions, comments, etc, about this post or darkling in general, my ask box is always open! thank you for reading! [blowing you a kiss]

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Chapter 1; My Story

Here is chapter one I hope you guys enjoy it :) And if you guys like this story as it goes on, send me an inbox message to be added to tag list :) Fill free to listen to this song as you read the chapter, hopefully I can get the link to work. I do NOT own the music and if there are any Native American tumblr people here that belong to Cherokee tribe, PLEASE inform me of any mistakes, I think I fixed them up on here from when a Wattpad user told me about their heritage but in case I didn’t PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me. Okay hope u guys enjoy the first chapter :) 

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My story begins just like anyone else’s story, maybe even yours. My parents were both nature photographers who abandoned all city life to settle into the countryside of Oklahoma, there they met some members of the Cherokee tribe.  After been given their trust, my parents soon became members and friends of the Cherokee and they soon realized that this specific group of Cherokee ancestors were once members of a clan known as the Aniwaya meaning “Wolf clan”.          

The Aniwaya’s taught my parents all of their legends and tales from their ancestors and though they no longer go out to war anymore, they still praise the wolf as a teacher and mentor in their hunting skills and in ways of life.  The Spirit of Wolf lives within us and it is up to us which wolf we show before others.  My parents always took that lesson to heart, even as their greatest gift was bestowed upon them.            

One full moon night, I soon came into this world and breathed my first breath of air.

The chief, Waya meaning Wolf then marked me with the symbol of their tribe and I was soon walked around the entire village in his arms so that his people could meet the newest member of their tribe. My parents then named me (y/n) (y/m/n) (y/l/n).

As I grew, I was soon taught the ways of the tribe just like my parents were and I would go out with my parents every day to watch them take pictures of all the animals that roamed free through the plains. From buffalo, deer, moose, bears, mountain lions, eagles and of course the wise and magnificent wolf.  As they would take pictures, I was given stories that I would have to memorize and soon speak in the tongue of the Cherokee before the chief to show him all that I’ve learned.          

And on some occasions when my parents would take pictures of the wolf packs that would come near the village, while their pups were playing with each other or other members of their pack one specific wolf pup always got my attention the most whenever I was trying to study.          

He would always come up to me as soon as I would look at him and he’d start rolling around as soon as he’d come up to me just begging to be played with.  I always fell under his spell and just couldn’t stop myself from sneaking away from my parent’s side and going to go play with the little pup.          

I called him, Little Grey.          

After only a few seconds of playing and him nibbling on my fingers, his mother would soon call out for him getting the attention of my parents. As Little Grey’s mother would call for him, my mother would then call for me and soon we’d have to go our separate ways. And it was always the same story whenever I got to my parents.          

“(Y/n), what have we told you?” Mom would say.          

“But mom, Little Grey started it”.          

“Honey it’s not okay for them to interact with us, now come on its getting dark we better start heading back”. Dad said as he would gather up their stuff and wed head back towards the village. As we walked back to the village hand in hand my mom then said to me.          

“Besides, that wasn’t Little Grey that was Rama”.          

“No it wasn’t it was Little Grey”.          

“Little Grey was the runt of the litter (y/n), he’s too big to be Little Grey” dad said.          

“Check, check the pictures”.           

Later that night as we were now back at the village, I was with Chief Waya for my final lesson before bed.          

“There was once an old legend of a Cherokee grandfather who told his grandson of the Battle of the Two wolves that live inside every being. One is evil full of anger, hatred, greed, and hate but the other one is good, full of love, joy, compassion and kindness. The grandson asked which wolf won the battle and the grandfather simply stated “The one you feed” so you see young pup, the wolf you feed is the one you will become. You feed the bad one the hatred that you carry, then you become the Bad Wolf. But if you feed the Good Wolf, keeping and holding onto the love and happiness you hold with your family and friends then you become the Good Wolf”.          

“So it’s always based on the person and their actions?”          

“Yes. Most men prefer the feed the Bad wolf sadly though, but the world is not always cruel, there are some good wolves out there, always hold that hope that goodness still lurks in this dark world my little one”.          

“I will Chief, I promise, I’ll never become a Bad Wolf”.          

“I know you will my little Waya”.

“Pardon me Chief, but it’s time for our daughter to be asleep” my dad said as he entered the chief’s tent.“Of course my son,” Chief Waya stated. He then placed his hand at the center of my forehead and slowly moved his fingers down to the tip of my nose, a sign of leadership of passing wisdom to the next generation as well as his way of showing affection to the young ones of the tribe.

“Goodnight Chief Waya”.

“Goodnight my little Child of the Moon”. I then took my dad’s hand and he led me back to our tent.

I got on my nightdress made by a family friend of ours made of deer skin as my mom stated playfully.

“Alright you, we said into bed”.

“See, I am in bed!” I said as I took the blankets and covered myself up.

“Now (y/n), what made you think that wolf pup you were playing with was Little Grey?”

“I was right wasn’t I?”

“Well, according to our notes, Little Grey was the runt of the litter, either we were mistaken or Little Grey is a very special wolf pup” daddy said.

“I told you so”. I teased.

“Yeah you did, and mommy and daddy are going to write in their journals of how our trusted colleague Dr. (Y/n) (l/n) has shown us the error of our ways” we all softly laughed then daddy said.

“Alright now, go to sleep”. I then rocked my wind chime and as it played it’s gentle song my mom soon sung an old Cherokee lullaby as I gently fingered her wolf totem necklace around her neck and he gently gripped onto mine as she continued singing. I softly mouthed out the words to myself and soon I fell into a deep sleep. My parents kissed me goodnight and soon they too went to sleep just a couple of feet away from my bed.

The creatures of the night from the crickets to the wolves howling at the moon became our music box as the tribe went to sleep. 

My life was like a fairytale with two loving parents, a wonderful family and a beautiful place to call home that’s filled with wild animals that guide and protect us from the real world threat. But like all fairytales, tragedy must strike in order to gain a happy ending as I would soon find out two years later.

[xx420pussydestroyerxx]

so i think not in the mood in my cannon was the start of things working out for us. like we had had ‘the talk’ and were trying to feel things out but you know, lovers spats. and im sure it would have took more work then what happened in eo to learn our waya round each other

also I hadn’t seen before ever after lol? so anyway watching that ep reminded me of what it felt like to fall in love with cass, and just, whating her fight in resent eps just reminds me why i loved her so much. i just felt safe and protected by her.

also the proposal. i had basically rembered that before i watched it. like i know i how i have talked about when lance first came back. and seeing all of this has reminded me of why eughgen (i cant spell) take it slow. I had such a big fear of being trapped again. most of this time it came out as wonder lust and i know that after a few you working in kingdom i think about 21 i go away on a trip. and i dont think Cass and Eghu came with. i ended up coming back after a while (i wanna say dad and/or mum got sick when i was a bout 25 so icame back to take over but maybe im wrong)  okay like i went of a tangent but i was saying that most of the time my fear came out as wonderlust, but sometimes it came out as a fear of comitment. i think that now in show where we are working out what we feel i realised that before i want to finish falling in love i need to get out. i think we get close to me settling down and i just can’t do it? i just end up telling them both i need to leave. they are both sad and my parents try to stop me too. all 4 do. but in the end i  leave with pasc and travle. i ran into my aunt too im sure

anyways im not gonna spell check any of this so enjoy my cannon ramblings.

[magick-with-a-k]

~Waya Spells~

💔to end the influence of magicks worked upon you💔

Recently, a friend of mine told me that she was feeling completely obsessive over her ex. They hadn’t talked in a while, but out of nowhere, she started lusting and obsessing over him. She began to see him in her dreams, and even thought she saw him everywhere she went (even though they live hours apart). Y’all know where this is going.. she found out that he had worked a love spell on her.

Now, I have many reasons (and even a post!) on why love spells are not ethical or moral, and why I don’t work them. So you can imagine that I was pretty upset. I don’t want anyone else to go through that, so here’s a spell I wrote a while ago to end all magickal influence on a person. (Works on ALL magickal influences, not just love spells. Worked for me numerous times. Worked for my friend, she now feels much better.)

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Need:

* A cord/string (red or black if possible) that you won’t mind losing

* A Candle (black, red, white are most effective but any color will work) that you won’t mind losing

* And, if you know who put the spell on you, their picture or name paper.

Make a Salt circle if you can. If you can’t, make sure you won’t be disturbed by anything or anyone.

When you’re ready, step into the circle, and light the candle.

Hold up the cord/string, and say to it:

“This cord now represents the spell placed upon me. This cord now represents the spell placed upon me. This cord now represents the spell placed upon me.” Say that with conviction, you must know it to be true.

Now, hold the string above the candle flame. Do not burn it yet. Say aloud:

“A spell was cast upon me

Without my knowledge or consent.

I now sever ties with the spell.

It can no longer effect me.

By my power,

By my will,

No magickal influence holds sway over me any longer.”

(When you’ve spoken these words, use the flame to sever the cord.)

(At this time, if you know the person who cast it on you, have a picture of them or a name paper. Rip the paper in half and burn it.)

Break the salt circle before blowing out the candle. After the circle is broken, blow out the candle and wait for any smoke to completely dissipate before exiting the circle.

Dispose of the candle if you can; bury it, burn it all the way down, etc.

Try your best to stay away from the person you think put the spell on you.

Practice self care afterwards.

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Take care of yourself! Remember that no one can hold you captive under an influencing or love spell.

Blessed Be, Witches! 💕

[magick-with-a-k]

Waya Craft Fact #6

I use many chants that are super quick and easy to just mumble quickly when I need them. They aren’t complicated and don’t need rituals or anything like that, so they’re very handy!

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These are some of the chants I use day to day. Feel free to use them and to share your own below!

Before a meal (a thank you)

I thank Mother Earth for all the bounty she’s given me. Blessed Be.

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For bad days (an uplifting and affirming chant)

I am more than the pain of this body, I banish negative thoughts. I am full of light and healing, I am stronger with each day fought.

🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

For sleep (sleep aid)

Today is over, tonight has come. Sunlight is moonlight, what’s done is done. Dreams carry me through the night, in tomorrow comes a whole new light.

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Mother Earth (praise)

Mother Earth, strengthen what is weak in me, enlighten what is dark. Mend what is broken, and erase all harmful marks. Bind what is bruised in me, and heal what ails, by your body I do know, it is your love that prevails. Revive what peace is dead, and let kindness grow within me. By these words, I pray, Gaia, and wish you Blessed Be.

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Witches Power (a reminder of your power)

By the pentacle I wear, by fire, water, Earth, and air, ruled by spirit, as all should be, by my power, Blessed Be.

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Banishment Chant

Any dark and evil force now must return to its source! My home and heart at last are free, safe and well, so mote it be!

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[magick-with-a-k]

~Waya Spells~

A simple spell for self love

~As with all posts, this is my take, my opinion, my knowledge. If you make your magick in a different way, great! Don't hate on other ways of the Craft. As I say again and again, there's no wrong way to witchcraft.~

This is a simple spell for self love, and to see your own inner beauty! Please enjoy 😊

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Gather:

-a pearl, or if you don’t have a pearl, a small piece of rose quartz

-rose oil or rose water

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Anoint the pearl or quartz with the oil/water, and hold it tightly in your left hand🖐🏻

Place your right hand over your heart 🤚🏻

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Chant:

Beauty lies so deep within me

Like a pearl enclosed in pain

Lift the lid, see the light

Join the world of hope again.

I’ll see the wonder that I am,

I will sparkle, I will shine.

By the power of my soul,

As I will, will it be mine.

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Wear/carry the pearl or rose quartz when you need an extra dose of self love and confidence!

Love y’all! Blessed Be! 💕

[magick-with-a-k]

Waya Craft Fact #7

Love spells, and why I don’t work them

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Now, of course, I have spells for lust and faithfulness, both of which I use with, and WITH THE CONSENT OF, the person I’m already with.

The classic “love spell” or potion is used to create an artificial feeling of love, usually when one is not reciprocating the feelings of someone else.

There are many problems with spells like these, and to sum it up;

-It’s not real love. It will fade eventually, especially without renewal of the spell, and the person will fall out of love, and quite possibly hate/be extremely angry at the person who cast the spell for putting them under an influence they did not really feel.

-Intercourse with a person under the influence of a love spell is basically rape, because if they were not bespelled, they may not have chosen to sleep with the caster.

-Why would you want to be loved artificially? I would rather be loved because the person CHOOSES to love me.

Love spells become giant messes for everyone involved. Just don’t cast them. Just don’t.

🤷🏻‍♀️💔🤷🏻‍♀️💔🤷🏻‍♀️💔🤷🏻‍♀️💔🤷🏻‍♀️💔🤷🏻‍♀️💔🤷🏻‍♀️💔

Blessed be! No love spells!!! 💕

[magick-with-a-k]

~Waya Spells~

Thunderstorm Call Spell

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~As with all posts, this is my take, my opinion, my knowledge. If you make your magick in a different way, great! Don't hate on other ways of the Craft. As I say again and again, there's no wrong way to witchcraft.~

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Has it not rained in a while? Need a good storm? Here’s my spell for it! As with all my spells, please credit if you use/repost, and if you feel comfortable doing it, tell me how it worked for you!

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You will need:

🕯A blue or white candle

☔️Rainwater

🕳A spoonful of mud

🍂Two fallen leaves (any color or type)

🥣A bowl/cup

🥄 A spoon or stirring implement

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Cast a circle. Light the candle. In the bowl, mix the rainwater, mud, and leaves.

Stir clockwise (deasil) and chant:

“Water in the sky above,

I call you down with words of love.

A thunderstorm I mean to cause,

One to rival natural laws.

Rain and wind, I call to me,

As I say, so mote it be.”

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Chant the spell once more, continuing to stir. Blow on the mixture to represent wind, and sprinkle more water in from your fingertips to represent rain. Blow out the candle, letting the smoke drift over the bowl to seal the spell.

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Remember not to use the spell too often, or to call thunderstorms constantly. It can mess with the natural balance of the weather and nature, and we never want to do that. The spell should be used during dry spells or when a thunderstorm is needed, or when a storm is already on the way, and do you want to add to its power.

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Thanks for reading! Blessed Be! 💕

[magick-with-a-k]

Alright!

Looks like I’ll be posting about spirits, and then spells, and then Sabbats, and then the NeverNever! Stay tuned!!

[magick-with-a-k]

~Waya Spells~ Anti-Fertility & Period kickstart spell

Yeah, I know, this is gonna be controversial and I may lose followers. Oh well. Some people dont wanna be pregnant, ok? I see fertility spells all the time, but some people need the opposite and can't get medical help. Maybe magickal help will work. As always, I've tested the spell myself, and found that it works for me.

*use before sex and/or after sex (up to 48 hours before or afterwards) to keep from getting pregnant. This is not a fail safe and may or may not work for you. I absolutely recommend using it with another, nonmagickal form of birth control, like condoms or the pill. Maybe both. This spell is just an added precaution, and has always worked for me.

Materials:

• A seed from a toxic plant (I use Wisteria or cherry pits)

• Mortar and pestle or something to grind ingredients with

• Black salt (I make mine with crushed black tourmaline)

• White candle

• Malachite stone (optional)

Sit and meditate, draw a circle, prepare yourself however you do for the spell.

Repeat this as a mantra or chant until you are ready to start the spell, focusing on your womb being empty and your period starting.

"Now is not the time,

A child I will not bear.

The seed in me is cast aside

Now is not the time."

When you are ready to begin, light the white candle. Let it sit until there is a small puddle of wax. Then say:

"With candle white I purify

No child will grow inside."

(Drip wax onto stomach above where your uterus sits. You can also use an athame, popsicle stick, q-tip, etc to transfer the wax to yourself if you don't like touching hot wax. This also allows the wax to cool marginally before it is applied)

Now, grind up the seed and the black salt together in your mortar and pestle and chant:

"Toxic seed ground with black

My monthly time will come back"

(Grind the seed and the salt together, sprinkle/rub onto stomach above womb)

Place the malachite onto your stomach where your uterus would be, and chant until you feel like the words have taken effect:

"Toxic stone,

My womb is no home."

To close the spell, chant:

Until I am ready,

A child I cannot carry.

Tonight I am free

Dead is the seed inside of me.

Blow out the candle and clean up, the spell should work within three days.

As with all my spells, this is written by me, so please credit when you use it, and if you're comfortable with it, message me and tell me if/how it worked for you!

Blessed be, witchy babes!!! 💕

[magick-with-a-k]

~Waya spells~

A hex for those who won't leave you alone

POSSIBLE TW FOR BULLYING, HARASSMENT, BROKEN BONES (NO PICS, SHORT AND ONE-TIME MENTION)

*I wrote this spell for a friend who was having trouble with someone in their life not only bullying and harassing them in the day to day, but also online. After this spell they only bothered them twice more, and that second time, through a series of unfortunate events regarding some ice, and them chasing my friend down the street, they broke their wrist. Have not been heard from since.*

You will need:

• A black/dark colored rock you don't mind losing. Doesn't have to be a special rock, just kinda large.

• A picture of the one you want to hex (school photo, print on off from Facebook, any way you can get a picture)

• A deep body of water (lake, deep creek, ocean, etc)

• A black marker/pen

• Ribbon/string (use red or black)

Cast a circle to protect the energy of the spell and help seal the negativity that's going to come so that it doesn't effect or hurt anything outside of the circle. Do this in whatever way you desire. Then:

1. Take a picture of the person that you'd like to hex, and cross out the mouth and eyes with the black pen/marker

2. As you do this, chant 3 times: "with black ink I blind you, shut your mouth and bind you."

3. Put the picture face-down on the rock and tie it up with the ribbon/string so that it doesn't fall off the rock. Wrap the string around it as many times as you want, and let your anger be tied up in the knots/wrapping.

4. As you do this, chant 3 times: "I tie you to stone; for your wrongs, you'll attone."

5. Once you've done this, meditate in the circle and push your anger into the talisman until you feel that your anger has abated.

6. As soon as possible, take the talisman to your body of water and throw it in, as far and deep as you can. Chant once: "Water binds you away from me, in the depths where you can't see. Until your energy leaves my life, I hex you with threefold strife."

This hex will work on the person every time they contact you or impact your life. They'll either stop bothering you or just keep feeling pain and discomfort and get bad luck when they try to contact you.

As with all my spells, this is written by me, so please credit when you use it, and if you're comfortable with it, message me and tell me if/how it worked for you!

*Notes: this hex is best done skyclad (most "negative" spells are, as the energy can seep into clothing and be carried with the witch.) If you do wear clothing, take it off and wash it directly after completing the spell. Please rest and eat as needed (sugarry, carb-loaded foods and sweet teas/water)!*

Ok, babes!! Stay witchy, Blessed Be!! 💕

[magick-with-a-k]

~Waya Spells~

To keep someone faithful and in love with you

~As with all posts, this is my take, my opinion, my knowledge. If you do your magick in a different way, great! Don't hate on other ways of the Craft. As I say again and again, there's no wrong way to witchcraft.~

PERFORM ON A FULL OR NEW MOON NIGHT

*this is a spell to keep someone who is ALREADY WITH YOU loyal and in love. Not to bind someone to you against their will, and not to harm. I do not condone the control or stripping of willpower from others through magickal influence. As such, the spell has what I call a Fail-Safe, wherein if a certain set of conditions are met, the spell will unravel. The conditions, in this spell, are that the spell will cease when or if, truly, in your lover's heart, they no longer love you or you no longer love them*

You will need:

• A poppet (can be simple, does not need to be extravagant at all. Just made with love and magick)

• Rose quartz

• Rose petals (at least 3)

• Paper with your lovers full name

• A ribbon or string with your name written along the length

• Love oil (however you make it)

Make and stuff the poppet with the items above, (excluding the ribbon with your name) and complete a Naming ceremony to give the poppet your lovers name.

Now wrap the poppet with the ribbon, and as you do this, chant:

"I to you, you to me, (full name of your beloved), I bind you to my heart, faithful you will be. You will love none other, I bind you to me.

And if ever your love should fail, and your eyes should wander, you will leave me, before pursuing another."

Now anoint your poppet and place it somewhere special where you can easily find it. You will need to anoint the poppet (or just drip oil onto/sweep the poppet through smoke) with love oil or incense every full and new moon for at least 3 moon cycles. (After that, just make sure to smell the poppet whenever ypu think about it or worry about your beloved. Make sure the smell is strong. If it is wearing thin, reanoint the poppet on the next full or new moon.) Make the love oil/incense how you like. I'll include my recipe below:

Love oil (for anointing or diffusing) use oils or extracts

• Rose water or moon water as a base

• 4 drops vanilla

• 1 drop orange

• 1 drop jasmine

• 2 drops rose

• 1 drop strawberry

• 2 drops passion fruit

• 3 drops almond

• A pinch of cinnamon (optional)