aries: you need to relax and accept the fact that you won’t always be the best at everything. people will like you even if you mess up. also, life is not one giant competition - you don’t have to push every down to get to the top because that only leaves you alone in the end.
taurus: understand that losing a fight is okay. there is nothing wrong with wanting to get your opinion out there, but if you’re constantly shutting people down for the sake of winning then you’re going to end up hurting people. change the way you speak to others and people will learn to appreciate you more.
gemini: you will never be able to deal with your pain if you continue to mask it with sarcastic remarks and jokes. to feel pain is to be human, so allow yourself to express these emotions every now and then.
cancer: you’re not crazy for feeling all the emotions that you have, but shutting people out and refusing to speak about how you truly feel only causes you to lose people. people can’t read your mind and understand your true desires if you refuse to tell them, so you need to speak up.
leo: you have a way with words, but you tend to use it for deception rather than good. people would like you more if you stopped hiding behind an imagine all the time. also, your pride is a beast. you need to learn to tame it.
virgo: stop being so negative. putting yourself and others down does nothing to change the circumstances of the world you live in. if you continue to think badly about everything then people will eventually get tired of dealing with you. try to focus on the good things in life.
libra: you need to consider that not everyone understands that you’re flirty by nature. i understand you just want everyone to like you, but you need to become cautious of how others perceive you. you end up hurting a lot of people when they realize that this is just how you are and that you don’t actually feel anything for them.
scorpio: stop refreshing your exes social media accounts every two seconds and learn to let go of the past - it’s the past for a reason. you really need to understand that it is okay to let go because you only hurt yourself when you continue to carry the pain around with you. so, learn to forgive others (and yourself) and move on. oh and hurting others won’t ease your pain.
sagittarius: life gets dull sometimes, but bringing chaos down upon yourself to ease this boredom is never a good idea. also, randomly cutting people off because you’re bored makes a lot of people end up hating you. learn to appreciate the people around you more and stop pushing them away for the next best thing.
capricorn: you’re afraid of being alone but you continue to shut people out. i know you’re scared of what might happen if people get to close to you, but you need to understand that pushing people away and building up incredibly high walls causes nothing but harm and loneliness. it’s okay to let people in.
aquarius: just like capricorn, you tend to cut ties before you can get hurt. but you need to understand that not everyone has bad intentions. let people in and experience the happiness that they can provide you. you deserve good things.
pisces: there is a difference between being in love and simple infatuation - you will save yourself from the pain once you realize this. and it’s okay to be selfish every now and then - you don’t have to put everyone else first.
Context: I’m a new DM playing with a small group of veteran D&Ders (consisting of a high-elf Ranger, a Dragonborn warrior and literal cat? cleric), and they suggested that we do a small series of one-offs to get me used to being a DM. We’re in our third one, which is based off the C'thulhu mythos, and they’re about to face off with Nyarlathotep when this happens.
Me: Okay, you find your way to Nyarlathotep’s chapel and as you enter, you hear his voice in your head saying, “Ah, my sacrifices have arrived.”
Ranger: What does he look like?
Me: Knowledge check that.
Ranger: *rolls an 18*
Me: You remember he is described as a tall, swarthy, sinister man, looking as if he had just walked out of Egypt. Dark skin, dark eyes, well built; he looks like a Pharaoh that walked straight out of the past.
Warrior: I roll to seduce!
Me: Excuse me?
Warrior: I roll to seduce the handsome Egyptian-Eldritch god.
Me: … I don’t even know why I’m allowing this but okay.
Warrior: *rolls a nat20*
I’m just staring in disbelief at this point, and everyone else is laughing.
Me: Okay, fine. Nyarlethotep pauses and considers, then grabs you and stuffs a tentacle down your throat and into your stomach, placing something, probably an egg of some sort, there before tossing you back down. Congratulations, you are now pregnant with the Dunwich horror. In about a month, it’ll eat through your stomach and probably you before bringing chaos upon the world.
Now its his turn to stare, and I’m just like, “What?”
Cleric(OOC): Wait, what? His character’s a dude!
Me: The forces of chaos care nothing about your insignificant human gender binary.
I appear whole.
And I am proper.
But my insides have been scrapped
like a piece of sandpaper.
They been have churning and churning
igniting a silent inferno.
And I have been burning and burning
like a dormant volcano.
So, I just thought to make the list of the cheek symbols of the Queens of Mewni for my next analysis (the significance of these cheek symbols). The first column were the image of the queens, second is their cheek symbols, third is symbolism’s meaning I got from the internet, and fourth is what traits I think you needed to get that symbol in the SVTFOE universe (in short, what the symbol signifies).
SVTFOE Card Suite Symbolism speculation:
Heart - people with this symbol are very lovable and has a distinguishing “charm” that naturally attracts people and come to her side. They prioritize their relationship with others compared to anything else and usually let their heart dictates their action (emotional). They are often found as center of the group
Spade - people with this symbol wields strong and fearsome power, even more powerful than normal and typical queens.
Diamond - people with this symbol have the tendency to take the center of command and shoulder the burden and responsibility by their selves. They dress in jewelry and finery, conducting their selves as befitting of nobility.
Club - people with this symbol have the “common” mindset. They appreciate the values that works for the greater whole of society and hates anything that could destroy the social order they are comfortable and grew up in already.
Color symbolism speculation:
Shades of purple - elegance, nobility, regal
Yellow - bright, lively
Pink - lovely, feminine,
White - harmony, power, everything (as it is combination of all colors of light. That’s why Moon said you must give everything if you want to “dip down”)
Fiery and fiercely passionate, she wears a steel armor and her horns always aim ready for battle. Forever taking charge and continuously looking for dynamic and competition. Driven by avidity and born a fearless leader, she bares a pure and almost childlike soul; untainted & unafraid.
Uncompromisingly stubborn with a strong willed character, great perseverance and determination. She has a hot and fiery temper, and will unleash it when pushed to her limits. Even so, she loves anything that excites her senses. Controlled by inner serenity and a powerful sense of stability, she is & always will be a force to be reckoned with.
Recognized by her contradictory nature, her mind is always alternating between logic and absurdity. She’s a combination of high intelligence, wit, and eloquence. Forever battling mystical forces of left and right; she’ll mirror your best and worst parts and show you things you never knew you needed to see.
She is the tide, the gentle glow of the moon, the waves crashing on the shore. She feels everything deeply, even though she doesn’t like to show it. Her shell may be hard and at times unbreakable but it is forever guarding her tender soul. Surely it is harder to break something soft rather than rigid. You touch her and she is far more real than anything you have ever felt before. Cosmic particles of moon dust line her veins. For she is like the moon, you’ll see her with a new face every day.
You can usually pick her out from a crowd – she’s the one with the loudest laugh, the brightest smile, and the most confident strut of them all. Her hair is a mane made of gold, and her skin glows like a sunset. She is an alpha, a lioness, a leader and a warrior. She may appear soft like a daydream, but she has a never ending inferno burning inside her.
She personifies innocence, purity and justice. Her earthly nature makes her exceedingly clever and analytical. All that is beautiful to her erupts in subtle, though magnificent spectacle. She’s a maiden & belongs to the pristine; always striving to bring order out of chaos.
Her charming personality is praiseworthy, her voice melodious, her heart just. To truly understand her, you must understand the riddle of the scales; forever balancing thoughts and emotions. She is a flower with hidden thorns & without her, life simply wouldn’t be as fair.
It’s all in her penetrating stare. Dark and calculating, her eyes are foreboding yet hypnotic. Powerful, passionate and intuitive. She wears strength and darkness equally well; half goddess, half hell. Nevertheless, she is divine, and in her eyes is where your soul is revealed.
She’s a restless wanderer; always hunting for new ideas and experiences. Her arrow symbolizes her desire for direction and a higher purpose. She’s the maven of adventure, the learned healer whose higher intelligence forms a bridge between heaven and earth.
Her determination is admirable, her self-containment powerful. She’s concrete, ambitious and in charge. Always leading loyally and achieving relentlessly. No mountain is high enough for her to climb, and her love is as stable as the earth.
She’s a mad scientist in her lab, inventing and creating night and day. Her rapid influx of thoughts and subsequent surprising actions make her unpredictable and rebellious. Anarchy is her specialty. Forever fighting valiantly for the soul of the world, she pours forth her wisdom and equilibrates your mind. She is dazzling and terrifying; those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. Always seeing a thin line between genius and insanity. She lives in the future and who she is comes in waves.
Ethereal, and deeply mysterious. Her mind swims at a depth most would drown in. She’s always floating in opposite directions, this represents her soul’s duality. She is the ultimate enchantress & her heart is an ocean of emotion; always dreaming of realms that only she may enter.
What about pre-shance where the two found other versions of Lance from other realities and they figure out that out of every Lance in the same room, only (canon)Lance is not in a relationship with Shiro?
Lance (A) is carrying a little girl in his arms who is later introduced to them to be his three-year-old daughter with his husband, Shiro (A), who is working as a police officer in their reality(Shance (A) can be a little older??)
Lance (B) is in his garrison uniform, which means he is already going out with Shiro (B) back at the Galaxy Garrison, but in secret, as Shiro (B) was just recently promoted to be a senior officer there.
Lance (D) is…, I’m not sure how to explain this but his Shiro died???(Okay, originally this was supposed to be Shiro (D) with his Lance being dead while he explains that the team (D) especially he and the blue lion have been mourning over him. Idk how to sort this one out but I just love the angst it brings)
I’m not sure what other Lance(s) I’d wanna add to this but yeah, that’s the idea :) and also, I kinda thought of having the Shiro(s) from the Lance(s)’ separate realities to join them.
(☉‿☉✿) I know y’all have been craving some Viktuuri fics, even more so since it’s already ended and we have to wait for season 2. So what better way to pass time than to read some good ol’ fanfics. Here’s a list for you guys. ENJOY
Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets. “Smells like you,” Victor mumbled, careful and coy.
Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.
Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why…
Yuuri has developed a habit. Before competitions, whenever he wants to concentrate and exercise at the same time, he faces the wall, braces his forearms on it and then wiggle his hips while trying to recite over and over again his routine.
With earphones in and eyes shut, he doesn’t see the way others stare at him. Viktor does, though, and try to bring their attentions away. Phichit and Chris are little shits, as usual.
“The instructor at the local ice rink was cute. Cute with his glasses on and downright sexy with them off. And Victor just really wanted to spend some alone time with him, but there seemed to be no free time in the other’s schedule. Which left Victor considering other methods.”
In which Victor pretends he isn’t a figure skating genius all so he could talk to Yuuri.
Yuuri gets experimental and tries out something new in bed – calling Viktor “daddy” – but because of Viktor’s insecurities about aging, things go unexpectedly (and absurdly) wrong. [Not a daddy!kink fic so much as a humorous subversion.]
“Viktor, it’s your turn to throw the garbage, right?”
“Nope~ Can’t remember such an agreement~” Viktor sing-sang, tiptoeing back to their bedroom.
“Yuuri, did you eat my pint of ice cream while I was out?”
“H-Huh? No way!” Yuuri spluttered with a speck of chocolate on the corner of his lips.
With each other and Makkachin by their sides on their own cozy home with framed (stolen, random and wedding) photographs occupying most of the wall, Viktor and Yuuri couldn’t ask for more.
[Basically, just a domestic Viktuuri fluff wherein Episode 11 was resolved, both of them retired but they both applied as coaches [with Yuuri as skating tutor for kids], they got married and were now living happily in their own home with Makkachin in Spain. Alternating POVs.]
Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.
or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart
“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.”
Aka Yuuri says “let’s end this”, Viktor turns to melodramatic skating, they get to cry and kiss (in that order) and all is well in the end.
“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was low and gravelly, his teeth grazing the bend of Viktor’s neck, “Is it really okay to keep going?” His cock stirred inside of Viktor, still rock hard, still eager. The feeling of Yuuri’s semen trickling slowly out of his stretched hole made Viktor shiver, and he grabbed Yuuri’s chin in his hand, yanking his face up so that their eyes could meet.
“I’ll say this once, Yuuri. Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t stop even if I beg for you to.”
There are things Yuri isn’t proud of, regardless of how superior to everyone else he is. Few things, of course, but still there nonetheless, though he loathes exposing them. One of his regrets might be, for example, not reading the summary of Fifty Shades of Grey before his mom mentioned off-handedly, “We should watch it, Yura.” (He can never look at her in the same way again.)
Going out for Victor’s “ exciting stag night” (which is a terrible name for it, as it mostly consisted in him sitting down and watching skaters get progressively drunker as they tried to do jumps off ice on the corner of a busy street, while everyone stared) and allowing himself to be roped into a hopeless bet has just become his newest, most fresh regret.
Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out. But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back.
He looks like he has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.
Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.
Or the one where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end.
It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.
Then it happened.
Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense
Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—
‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. ‘I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.’
But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier.
If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now.
“Viktor will do whatever is necessary in order to never see Yuuri cry again. He’d walk miles across broken glass. He’d relinquish all of his gold medals to JJ Leroy. He’d let Phichit hack his Instagram account.”
Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.
He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.
Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.
(A canon-compliant retelling of the banquet in which Viktor falls head-over-heels for a certain drunk, Japanese figure skater, and Yuri Plisetsky is both displeased and incredulous).
“If anyone should feel lucky, shouldn’t it be me?” Yuuri murmured. “I mean, you’re the Viktor Nikiforov, after all. You could have anyone you want….”
Viktor let his breath fan evenly over Yuuri’s neck as he listened to his words. Though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Yuuri’s knit brows and small frown. He tightened his grip around Yuuri’s waist and thought about what had happened earlier in the day. This was a different scenario, but Yuuri was feeling anxious and unsure again, and he needed comforting. Viktor didn’t want to mess up this time. He wanted to do things right.
Yuuri swallowed, letting his head turn back to the legend sprawled out on his bed. To the first person to reach out for him after he’d pushed them away. To the man that had taught him to love himself and taught him to want things because he could get them if only he tried.
Viktor Nikiforov is an accomplished, world famous dancer-turned-choreographer who has struck out to rekindle a spark he seems to be missing after so many years on and off the stage, only to soon find it wrapped around a stripper pole in Japan.
‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.
Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.
For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”
Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.
“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”
Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.
Now fully awake Victor could feel his morning wood pressing against his lover’s ass. Damn. He wondered if Yuuri would be upset if he woke the student up for a short love making session before work and school.
If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri’s less than stellar free leg, It’s a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.
But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor’s right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.
A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.
It had been two days since the house next door had been moved into, and today, Saturday, it seemed that whoever was going to live there had finally moved in themself. It was all anyone in the neighborhood would talk about, Morooka had even stopped by for a surprise visit so that he, Phichit, and Yuuri could watch their new neighbor from Yuuri’s kitchen window.
The only cue of someone even living in the house was the chitter of a sprinkler in both the front and back lawn.
“He’s got a pretty nice looking car, from here,” Morooka commented.
“Yeah but who has a nice car and moves into a shady house?” Phichit retorted, his question seemingly rhetorical. After a beat of silence he made a tch sound and cocked a hip, “Only pimps or rich kids running from their super sad and oppressive lives, that’s who.”
Yuuri is just a 21 yr old college student who is trying to win at life. When he gets into an argument with his roommate, Phichit, he rushes out of the apartment to make amends. The only shop he can afford is a dainty flower store in the busy city of Detroit.
Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers. That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around.
After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess.
@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥
There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.
Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?
“Here’s the thing, see,” Victor breezes. “Yuuri mysteriously misplaced his suppressants, so now he’ll be going into heat. It’s a terrible shame, I know, but I could never leave him to deal with this on his own. I’m his alpha, remember? And his coach. And his fiancé.”
“It’s the middle of the season!” Yakov roars. “Vitya, you can’t just–”
“See you in five days!” Victor says brightly.
Then the line goes dead.
Yakov hurls his phone at the window in impotent rage, and it actually makes a bigger dent than Yurio’s did.
“I wish people would stop doing that,” Georgi sighs.
Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.
College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.
When Yuri’s childhood crush showed up at his door, naked, full of impossible promises, the young skater didn’t even know what to think. When Yuri somehow ends up with said childhood crush in his bed, however, his body does the thinking for him.
“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.
Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.
So that’s it for now! I’ll update this from time to time but here are some of the fics I found
Remember to give kudos to the authors!
UPDATED!! (January 02, 2017)
((I know that I didn’t really add a lot but I promise I still have some that I’m going to post, I just feel really lazy atm
(▰˘◡˘▰) haha whoops. I thought about making the updated fics into a separate post, sort of like a part two but eh, I decided no to. If there are some repeats from the earlier fics I rec’d let me know so that I can edit it out and also, if you want to submit a fic, please do! ◕‿◕
This curse is to make someone’s fears blind them, to make them fall into despair and to bring chaos into their life.
Please use this curse wisely. It has been tested and proven to be quite damaging, it isn’t something to be used lightly. Eris and I created this curse together, so you can only assume it would be powerful.
1 black (or white) candle
Black or red pepper
I. Carve the name of the target into your candle. If you have a photo of them, you can place it on your alter or under the candle (if it’s safe for you to).
II.Anoint your candle with the ingredients above. It’s okay if you can’t use all of the ingredients, but the ones listed are very specifically helpful for this curse.
III.Light your candle and meditate on what your intention is at that moment. Why are you preforming this curse? What do you want to happen to them? Think about it and release that energy into the candle.
IV. Once your energy is in the candle, chant:
“All that [Name] shall feel is sorrow. Their fears shall grow, and their heart shall hollow. Bring them horror, bring them pain, every time I whisper their name. [Name], [Name], [Name], I bind thee, you shall never be free. This is my will, so mote it be!”
V. Allow the candle to burn all the way down. It is helpful if it is on top of their picture. Once the candle has burned down completely, dispose of it as you wish. Burying is the best option, especially if it is by crossroads or in a graveyard.
for all my baby celestial/stellar witches out there this one’s for u *drops mic*
☀️ THE SUN ☀️
health, success, career goals, ambition, money and wealth, law, buying and selling, strength, leadership, children. sun energy can be super overbearing and arrogant so bear that in mind
🎻 MERCURY ☿
communication, travel, intellect and learning, mental perception, teaching, writing, creativity, memory, cleverness, reasoning, arguments, sarcasm and cynicism (ayy), trickery and thievery. ok i love mercury but some ppl say it can be inconsistent and needs to be balance.
💃🏽 VENUS ♀
femininity, harmony, partnerships, art, beauty and fashion, peace, pleasures, tact and adaptability, friendship, affection, love, romance, luxury, sexuality, impracticality, indecisiveness, possessiveness, excessive romanticism (lol), garden magic. i find venus’ energy quite balanced and natural to me but maybe just bc i’m a libra sun.
🔥 MARS ⚦
aggressive masculine energy, weapons, tools, impulse, loyalty, sports, freedom, action, initiative, pioneers, decisiveness, selfishness, brutality, lust, conflict, struggle, disharmony, anger and war. this energy is like the sun but in hulk mode
📖 JUPITER ♃
truth, knowledge, education, language, forgeign countries, faith, philosophy, publication, reading, banking, judgement, justice, optimism, law, legality, compassion, politics, leadership, honour, wealth, business, responsibility, conceit, self indulgence, excessive optimism. energy is like the sun put on glasses (masculine but smarter)
⚖ SATURN ♄
tenacity, law, dentistry (??), construction, real estate, thriftiness, reliability, patience, self discipline, history and time, order, slow change, inhibition, dogmatism, intolerance, depression, isolation, obstacles. saturn is actually protective but horrible like a hungry guard dog
⚡️ URANUS ♅
eccentricity, inventiveness, reform, unexpected change, electricity. we can’t see uranus and it doesn’t have a day of the week/planetary hour sooo use stones/herbs to invoke it.
🌊 NEPTUNE ♆
dreams, visions, ideal, fantasy, art, healing, illusion, psychic knowledge, alchemy, water. AGAIN LIKE URANUS we can’t see neptunebAE but i love her anyway
🐶 PLUTO ♇
bringing order from chaos, group ideas, rapid manifestation, uniting, disrupting. pluto is cool pay attention.
❪ CERES** ❫
a dwarf planet like pluto, it doesn’t have much magical influence but it’s cool anyway: reproduction, fertility, pregnancy, motherhood. if i ever try to get preggers i’mma call on u ceres.
p.s i didn’t include the moon because well she deserves her own post tbqh
Two weeks after you last saw Bucky, you were getting ready for
your meeting with Sam and his team when you heard a lot of giggling and
chattering in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the voice of the
“What do you want?” you asked defensively as you swung the
Wanda pressed her cheek against Nat’s and they both gave you
their best innocent smile. When you didn’t answer, they bat their eyelashes at
Before I even knew the word kemetism I was interested in working alongside some of the Egyptian deities. One goddess had caught my eye; a strong beautiful warrior lioness who took down enemies with the swipe of her claws, Sekhmet. During the time I was doing this research and dwelt into possibly working with Sekhmet, I was going through a rough emotional time. To avoid much detail; I felt weak, used, and controlled and I wanted revenge on those who made me feel that way. I wanted to rise above them, to conquer them and give them no more power over me, to show them how I was stronger. So of course Sekhmet was the perfect goddess I saw fit to worship. She was strong and independent, what I wanted. So I prayed. I connected with her and began a fellow companionship; casual conversations. I asked for her strength and for her to lead me on a powerful path, and she delivered. I overcame the shitty feelings I had and felt like the strong thriving woman I desired to be. But there was another side. With these great confident feelings I also began exhibiting violent impulses to physically hurt those that had emotionally hurt me. But, being me, a 90 lbs 5’4 girl… I wouldn’t exactly stand a chance in a fight even if I had all the gods rooting behind me. This began to become a problem; I would emotionally lash out more often and felt like I must avenge my own symbolic death from those that had “killed” me. Sekhmet is an astounding goddess in all her glory and I still worship to her today, but I understood that worshiping Sekhmet alone can be dangerous. So who else to worship then? The answer lied in the own origin story of Sekhmet, the Eye of Ra sent to bring chaos among the people, and you know the rest. After Sekhmet fell asleep out of drunkenness, she transformed into Hathor, the loving cow goddess, a complete contradiction of Sekhmet; two sides of the same coin. The two goddess are worshipped separately but in their stories they are the same being. Sekhmet is a predator, a lion while Hathor is prey, a cow. Hathor represents joy and love while Sekhmet represents war. The two coincide with each other and are an ideal couple to worship together. Sometimes you need the strength of Sekhmet while other times you need the love of Hathor. I’m a strong believer of unity; you cannot have happiness without sadness. Living on one side of the scale is dangerous. If you’re happy all the time you’ll never truly enjoy it, you need the rain to enjoy the shine of the sun. In some occasions you definitely need one side more, but once you find that balance it’s a perfect place to stay. So my advice to anyone looking to be a devotee to Sekhmet is also look into Hathor. They are both beautiful and strong goddesses, but in different ways, both important ways.