crow foot

long after the dregs have gone, the slat remains, their presence permeating throughout the dilapidated building, secrets waiting to be discovered.

there are rickety old floors with cards fastened between the wooden slats, the queen of heart’s beady eyes tracking every movement. crimson gambling chips veiled in spider webs are gathered in the corner and deep impressions have been left in the drywall—the frame of broad shoulders, a cavity in the shape of a skull, a fist that missed its mark. mold crawls out of these gapings, blooming around the droplets of blood that have gone black and crusty.

wanted posters torn at its corners, ripped from someone else’s walls to be brought here, are bespeckled with holes across the faces, someone’s target practice.

up the sunken stairs there’s an office, small hills of ashes that used to be paper, a lingering stench exuding from the charred leather bound books that refused to melt. a rumpled handkerchief can be found, a crow and a cup embroidered into it. storage chests have been flipped over, matchsticks scattered across the floor, crooked lines carved by a sharp blade permanently etched into the desk—a secret, a memory, an honoring: rietveld.

but there’s also the unmistakable outline of footprints parting through coats of dust and small rings in the shape of the end of a cane. a daunting realization that someone else has been there recently.

Adding a bit of background info to Yuzu’s stickers as seen in this original post:

The sticker to the left is an equidistant five pointed star that was known as the Seal of Abe no Seimei (obviously the point of inspiration behind his 2015-2916 FS “Seimei”)

On the right is the three foot crow Yatagarasu. Yatagarasu as a crow-god is a symbol specifically of guidance, a mark of rebirth and rejuvenation. The animal that has historically cleaned up after great battles symbolized the renaissance after such tragedy.
(both info pulled from Wikipedia sources)


This talisman has been created in the auspicious hours under the guidance of the crow spirit. It has been consecrated in our mixture of crow smoke along with other herbal mixtures. This talisman carries the spirit of the crow.
The mighty crow is known for its cunning, knowledge, sight, transformation, and flight. Crow reminds us to protect what is ours. To define our boundaries and claim what is ours. Crow also aids in the protection of families with the use of camouflage. The crow also teaches the ability to sway with the winds of change. The honoring of ones ancestors can be guided by the mighty crow spirit. Guidance while working in the shadows. Crow moves freely in the void. Outwitting.
This talisman consists of obsidian beads, ebony wood beads, and a crow foot.
Obsidian is very grounding and protective. Obsidian is also very protective.
Ebony is associated with male and female energies, representing a balance. Ebony is a protective wood. It gives us the power to change. Ebony also aids in intuition.

This talisman has been crafted to easily slip over the head of one wishes to wear it. It can also be used by holding it in ones hand during works involving the crow or calling on the aid of crow.

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The Glaive squad™ driving the Regalia Type-D

An AU where nobody dies and everyone lives happily ever after.

Originally posted by auroralaurant

Tagging: @wolfgoddess77 @elloquench @xnoctits @fluffysmutkitten @ffxvhoe @sailormars109 @princesnoctis @paopuicecream @saphscribes @insomniascure

  • Noctis letting the Glaives take the Regalia Type-D out for a joy ride.
  • Someone made the mistake of letting Crowe drive. This woman fears nothing when driving the Regalia.
  • Cue a very concerned Libertus™. “Slow down a bit Crowe!”.
  • “Don’t tell me how to live my life Lib!”.
  • Nyx encouraging Crowe to go for the “Big Jump”.
  • Libertus and Nyx bicker in the backseat while Pelna grows pale in the front passenger seat. This man gets carsick very easily.
  • Cue Pelna cursing in every language he knows because he did NOT sign up for this!
  • Crowe just being herself “We’re gonna be fine Pel, live a little!”
  • Crowe slamming her foot down on the gas pedal and launches the Regalia off a freaking cliff.
  • Pelna swears he saw his life flash before his eyes. Libertus shouting every curse word he knows as he braces for their landing. Crowe and Nyx cheering during their descent. 
  • Upon landing poor Pelna loses his lunch. Off road driving is definitely not his thing, especially with Crowe driving.
  • Panic ensues as they try to clean up the mess.
  • The squad awkwardly explaining the stain on the floorboard. 

Originally posted by mastermindaddass

Tired of your wizard or other caster carrying around a stick with a crystal on top as a staff?
Here are some ideas for arcane focuses! (As such, I didn’t include divine casters)

Bard. The first caster in the book! Both versatile and flashy, a bard always needs the best.
Try a massive roc-feather quill, a colorful hand fan, a wand made from old paintbrushes, or a flashy glove.

Fighter. The Eldritch Knight may be a fighter, but they know their arcane magic. Most use their weapon as their focus, but not all.
Try a gauntlet, interesting helmet, an emblem on your armor or a banner, or a visible tattoo.

Necromancer. The iconic baddie of spellcasters. Delightfully edgy and dark in their typical choices of equipment.
Try a petrified eye on an amulet, an amber ring with a tiny creature entombed inside, a wand made of bones, or a staff made from twisted briers.

Rogue. The Arcane Trickster is a master of sleight of hand tricks, street magic, and pickpocketing objects from thirty feet away.
Try a deck of cards, a set of dice, a dagger, or a wand made of twisted scrap metal.

Sorcerer- Dragon. Naturally gifted with the ability to perform magic, dragon sorcerers are the envy of the magic world.
Try a carved dragon fang, a wand chiseled from uncut gemstones or ore, or a banner.

Sorcerer- Wild Magic. These sorcerers have unpredictable and messy surges of magic, and quirky personalities to match.
Try a vial containing an odd specimen on a pendant, a crow or rabbit’s foot on a belt loop, an iridescent earring, or a staff made of haphazardly cobbled together materials (such as different types of woods, stones, and metals).

Technomancer. The wizard of the future. Everything mechanical, steampunk, and cyberpunk can do for them.
Try a sleek flashlight glove, a steel bar or pipe, a scrap metal staff with patterns that shine like glowsticks, or even a broken watch.

Wizard. The most recognizable and nerdy of all casters, and most likely to carry a typical wooden staff.
Try a boring old crystal ball or wooden staff.
I’m joking. As a wizard, you pretty much have free reign over choosing pretty much any of the aforementioned ideas.

Other- Elemental casters.
Try a brass wand for fire, an icicle that can never melt for ice, a coral rod for water, a glass wand for air, an obsidian shard for earth, etc

Gardener Simon: Simon Grow

Turtle Simon: Simon Slow

Bakery Simon: Simon Dough

Bird Simon: Simon Crow

Foot Enthusiast Simon: Simon Toe

Hair Stylist Simon: Simon ‘Fro

Gangsta’ Simon: Simon Yo

Accessorizing Simon: Simon Bow

Luminous Simon: Simon Glow

Looking at Baz Simon: Simon Woah

Currently in a Relationship with Baz Simon: Simon Blow

//The Crickets Have Arthritis
By Shane Koyczan//

it doesn’t matter why I was there, where the air is sterile and the sheets sting.
it doesn’t matter that I was hooked up to this thing that buzzed and beeped every time my heart leaped, like a man whose faith tells him:
gods hands are big enough to catch an airplane

or a world,

doesn’t matter that I was curled up like a fist protesting death,
or that every breath was either hard labor or hard time,
or that I’m either always too hot or too cold
it doesn’t matter because my hospital roommate wears star wars pajamas,
and he’s nine years old

His name is Louis…

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Witchy Names for Herbs

I’ve always found it interesting how witches are portrayed in Hollywood throwing actual animal parts into their cauldrons. So I looked it up since I’ve never seen a spell that truly called for animal parts, “Eye of Newt” and such, though I’m sure there are a few out there. And I stumbled onto this list. I love it! I think everyone should share it. 

A Bone of an Ibis: Buckthorn 
Adders Tongue: Dogstooth Violet 
A Titan’s Blood: Wild Lettuce 
A Lion’s Hairs: Tongue of a Turnip (the leaves of the taproot) 
A Man’s Bile: Turnip Sap 
A Pig’s Tail: Leopard’s Bane 
A Hawk’s Heart: Heart of Wormwood 
An Eagle: Wild Garlic 
Ass’s Foot or Bull’s Foot: Coltsfoot 
Blood: Elder sap or another tree sap 
Blood of Hephaistos: Wormwood 
Burning Bush: White Dittany 
Bread and Cheese Tree: Hawthorne 
Blood from a Head: Lupine 
Bird’s Eye: Germander Speedwell 
Blood of Ares: Purslane 
Blood of a Goose: Mulberry Tree’s Milk 
Bloodwort: Yarrow 
Blood of Hestia: Chamomile 
Blood of an Eye: Tamarisk Gall 
Blood from a Shoulder: Bear’s Breach 
Bat’s Wings: Holly 
Black Sampson: Echinacea 
Bull’s Blood or Seed of Horus: Horehound 
Bear’s Foot: Lady’s Mantle 
Calf’s Snout: Snapdragon 
Cat’s Foot: Canada Snake Root and/or Ground Ivy 
Candelmas Maiden: Snowdrop 
Capon’s Tail: Valerian 
Christ’s Ladder: Centaury 
Cheeses: Marsh Mallow 
Chocolate Flower: Wild Geranium 
Christ’s Eye: Vervain Sage 
Clear-eye: Clary Sage 
Click: Goosegrass 
Cucumber Tree: Magnolia 
Clot: Great Mullein 
Corpse Plant: Indian Pipe 
Crowdy Kit: Figwort 
Cuddy’s Lungs: Great Mullein 
Crow Foot: Cranesbill 
Cuckoo’s Bread: Common Plantain 
Clear Eye: Clary Sage 
Crow’s Foot: Wild Geranium 
Devils Dung: Asafoetida 
Dragon’s Blood: Calamus 
Dog’s Mouth: Snap Dragon 
Daphne: Laurel/Bay 
Devil’s Plaything: Yarrow 
Dove’s Foot: Wild Geranium 
Dew of the Sea: Rosemary 
Dragon Wort: Bistort 
Earth Smoke: Fumitory 
Eye of Christ: Germander Speedwell 
Elf’s Wort: Elecampane 
Enchanter’s Plant: Vervain 
Englishman’s Foot: Common Plantain 
Erba Santa Maria: Spearmint 
Everlasting Friendship: Goosegrass 
Eye of the Day: Common Daisy 
Eye of the Star: Horehound 
Eye Root: Goldenseal 
Eyes: Aster, Daisy, Eyebright 
Frog’s Foot: Bulbous Buttercup 
From the Loins: Chamomile 
Fat from a Head: Spurge 
Fairy Smoke: Indian Pipe 
Felon Herb: Mugwort 
From the Belly: Earth-apple 
From the Foot: Houseleek 
Five Fingers: Cinquefoil 
Fox’s Clote: Burdock 
Graveyard Dust: Mullein 
Goat’s Foot: Ash Weed 
God’s Hair: Hart’s Tongue Fern 
Golden Star: Avens 
Gosling Wing: Goosegrass 
Graveyard Dust: Mullein 
Great Ox-eye: Ox-eye Daisy 
Hairs of a Hamadryas Baboon: Dill Seed 
Hair of Venus: Maidenhair Fern 
Hag’s Taper: Great Mullein 
Hagthorn: Hawthorn 
Hare’s Beard: Great Mullein 
Herb of Grace: Vervain 
Hind’s Tongue: Hart’s Tongue Fern 
Holy Herb: Yerba Santa 
Holy Rope: Hemp Agrimony 
Hook and Arn: Yerba Santa 
Horse Tongue: Hart’s Tongue Fern 
Horse Hoof: Coltsfoot 
Hundred Eyes: Periwinkle 
Innocense: Bluets 
Jacob’s Staff: Great Mullein 
Joy of the Mountain: Marjoram 
Jupiter’s Staff: Great Mullein 
King’s Crown: Black Haw 
Knight’s Milfoil: Yarrow 
Kronos’ Blood: sap of Cedar 
Lady’s Glove: Foxglove 
Lion’s Tooth: Dandelion 
Lad’s Love: Southernwood 
Lamb’s Ears: Betony 
Little Dragon: Tarragon 
Love in Idleness: Pansy 
Love Leaves: Burdock 
Love Lies Bleeding: Amaranth/Anemone 
Love Man: Goosegrass 
Love Parsley: Lovage 
Love Root: Orris Root 
Man’s Health: Ginseng 
Maiden’s Ruin: Southernwood 
Master of the Woods: Woodruff 
May: Black Haw 
May Lily: Lily of the Valley 
May Rose: Black Haw 
Maypops: Passion Flower 
Mistress of the Night: Tuberose 
Mutton Chops: Goosegrass 
Nose Bleed: Yarrow 
Old-Maid’s-Nightcap: Wild Geranium 
Old Man’s Flannel: Great Mullein 
Old Man’s Pepper: Yarrow 
Oliver: Olive 
Password: Primrose 
Pucha-pat: Patchouli 
Peter’s Staff: Great Mullein 
Priest’s Crown: Dandelion leaves 
Poor Man’s Treacle: Garlic 
Queen of the Night: Vanilla Cactus 
Queen of the Meadow: Meadowsweet 
Queen of the Meadow Root: Gravelroot 
Ram’s Head: American Valerian 
Red Cockscomb: Amaranth 
Ring-o-bells: Bluebells 
Robin-run-in-the-grass: Goosegrass 
Semen of Helios: White Hellebore 
Semen of Herakles: Mustard-rocket 
Semen of Hermes: Dill 
Semen of Hephaistos: Fleabane 
Semen of Ammon: Houseleek 
Semen of Ares: Clover 
Seed of Horus: Horehound 
Sparrow’s Tongue: Knotweed 
Soapwort: Comfrey or Daisy 
Shepherd’s Heart: Shepherd’s Purse 
Swine’s Snout: Dandelion leaves 
Shameface: Wild Geranium 
See Bright: Clary Sage 
Scaldhead: Blackberry 
Seven Year’s Love: Yarrow 
Silver Bells: Black Haw 
Sorcerer’s Violet: Periwinkle 
St. John’s Herb: Hemp Agrimony 
St. John’s Plant: Mugwort 
Star Flower: Borage 
Star of the Earth: Avens 
Starweed: Chickweed 
Sweethearts: Goosegrass 
Tarragon: Mugwort 
Tartar Root: Ginseng 
Thousand Weed: Yarrow 
Thunder Plant: House Leek 
Tanner’s Bark: Toadflax 
Torches: Great Mullein 
Tongue of dog: Houndstongue 
Tears of a Hamadryas Baboon: Dill Juice 
Unicorn Root: Ague Root 
Unicorn’s Horn: False Unicorn 
Unicorn Horn: True Unicorn Root 
Wax Dolls: Fumitory 
Weazel Snout: Yellow Archangel 
White: Ox-eye Daisy 
White Wood: White Cinnamon 
Witch’s Asprin: White Willow Bark 
Witch’s Brier: Brier Hips 
Weasel Snout: Yellow Archangel 
Wolf Foot: Bugle Weed 
Wolf Claw: Club Moss 
Wolf’s Milk: Euphorbia 
Weed: Ox-Eye Daisy 
White Man’s Foot: Common Plantain 

I did not make this list. I found it here:


So, like, we know Magnus won’t make Alec immortal. We’ve read it, we’ve angsted over it, and for the most part we’ve moved on (as much as any fanatic fangirl is capable). But then they adopt a warlock child (who I will furthermore refer to as Max). A child who grows up calling one of the most powerful warlocks around “Daddy”. (And a showhunter he calls “Papa”, after much debate, until Alec finally reasoned that in one hundred years one grown man referring to another as papa might seem a bit strange.)

So imagine one day as Max is somewhere around what would be considered an adult age were he mortal, something happens. Maybe Alec is 45 and he gets hurt on a hunt. Maybe he’s 75, hair white and face creased with age and he slips in the shower. Maybe he’s 95 and those signature blue eyes can no longer recognize anything or anyone around him. And for the first time in Max’s life, he sees Magnus breakdown. The person who always made light of every situation, who you could count on to break any tension with his quick wit. The only times Max can remember Magnus being serious his whole life was when he was on a three day bender having trouble figuring out a spell, or when he was telling someone “I love you.” Except today. He’s standing just outside the bedroom where Alec lay all tucked into the blankets getting some rest, a fist pressed to his mouth as the tears fall. The moment lasts for no longer than a few minutes, if that. But it’s plenty. And in the time it takes Magnus to stand up straight and gasp in some deep, calming breaths before retiring for the night, Max already has a plan.

The next morning when Alec gets out of bed and heads straight to the kitchen to start coffee (he’s always been the earlier riser of the two. Something to do with the discipline of his training but also, if Magnus had his way the day would start at noon and end somewhere between 3 and 5am) he’s relieved to find himself rid of his usual symptoms. No back ache, no residual tightness in his muscles, and the floor didn’t seem quite so cold on his bare feet as usual. And he thinks about how he’s so grateful to have had a good nights rest as he levels scoops of grounds into a paper filter, when the front door opens suddenly to reveal Max. He’s carrying with him a brown paper bag filled with bagels from their favorite place a few blocks away (Alec always made it a point to stress how magic shouldn’t be used for everything. That taking the time to put effort into something you wanted to achieve was important. When Max was growing up they would tiptoe around quietly giggling as they got themselves ready before Magnus was awake, and Alec would hold Max’s little hand in his, swinging it back and forth the whole way as they walked to the shop.) which he promptly dropped to the ground with a loud curse. Which in turn would cause Alec to send coffee flying everywhere as he spun in shock at the sudden noise. And in doing so causing Max’s exclaimed profanities to only increase. (Perhaps a “HOLY SHIT” or maybe a more subdued “BY THE FUCKING ANGEL” because despite the demon blood that ran through his veins, sometimes nurture beats out nature.)

And as Alec frantically makes his way over to his kid attempting to find out what’s wrong, Magnus comes stumbling out of the bedroom looking for whatever is surely on fire, only to see what is clearly an intruder advancing on his son. Blue sparks begin crackling all around him and he adopts his most menacing tone of voice as he addresses the man before him. Alec panics even more because he KNOWS that voice and something must seriously be wrong for Magnus to sound like that, so he spins toward him instead to find out what the heck he’s missing. And suddenly Magnus’s narrowed eyes widen, mouth gaping, and his body tenses causing the the sizzling of magic to fade away. And to Alec’s complete horror, right in the middle franticly asking his husband WHAT IS GOING ON, he sees tears slip down Magnus’s cheeks.

Because standing before him is the man he loves… looking exactly as he did the first night they met. Pale skin smoothed of every crease, not so much as a crows foot to be found. Wild black hair in disarray, twisted and sticking up in a way Magnus thought he’d never see again. And those blue eyes, clear as crystal and still unable to hide any emotion, looking back at him with overwhelming concern and love. And he can’t be bothered to think WHY, and he can’t be bothered to think HOW, all he can think to do is take the last few steps to swallow up the gaps between them and grab him up in his arms.

And eventually everything will have to be explained to Alec, who just holds onto his clinging husband bewilderedly as tight as he can manage without breaking something. And once Magnus’ brain starts functioning again and begins asking the WHYs and the HOWs, his eyes fall to Max as he pokes at his suddenly eighteen year old fathers blemish free face. And there will be a lot of yelling and lecturing and fear about repercussions and what the hell happens now.

And from there I don’t have the foggiest, to be quite honest, but in my head it’s all rainbows and sunshine and happiness. But my point is. What if it’s not Magnus and his power, or Clary and her runes, but simply the love of a child that makes Alec live forever with his family?

(Not that anyone said immortal!Alec is or ever will be cannon but.. A girl can dream.)

anonymous asked:

Windmill gripped onto the severed crows foot that she had hanging around her neck as she nervously knocked on Astaroth's door. Despite their fighting, she needed to check up on her friend after hearing of the First's disappearance. "Mom?"

@windmillghoulofficial There was no answer at first, leading the Ghoul to think she wasn’t in the room at the moment. Then, the knob slowly turned and the door cracked. A tired and bloodshot eye peered through to look at her, faint mascara stains on her cheeks. “…..W-Windmill?…..” Her voice shook and was quiet, like she was holding back more tears.


A cool magical talisman poked by @double-dream with some insight into her creative process and the collaborative effort with a client.

Izzy says: “Nisha sought a magical symbol to guide her through doorways, pave new pathways, give her strength, courage, and protection. She suggested a sigil of some sort and asked me to meditate on it. I grabbed a bag of stones carved with runes given to me by a old friend and ruminated..instinctively the image of the crow foot came to mind. It is a simple symbol i have been drawing since before anyone told me what a rune is. I reached in the bag and sure enough, it was the first stone i chose. The next stone chosen at random was one called dagaz. The meaning imbued in both runes felt appropriate to the task. The resulting design houses both symbols twice. .:.*double dreamin*.: “

anonymous asked:

Are add-ons accepted? If they are can you please write the switching bodies imagine with Henry?

Welp now they are lol

Henry: You’ve been trying to find him all day, but it’s been rather difficult since a murder of crows have been following you around and pecking you every time you step outside. You can only  assume that they realize that you’re not actually Henry, and are trying to get the real one out. All attempts to make them understand that this is not how it works fails, and you’re only left to nurse more wounds.  You try to attract the attention of some soldiers for some help, but they all regard you strangely, murmur to themselves, and scurry away.

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Starlit Crow : Correspondences

I thought it would be fun to spread this around the pagan/witchcraft/witch comm here on tumblr. The idea is to write out a list of correspondences/associations for yourself, similar to the lists you often see for deities. It’s a fun way to get to know each other.

  • Names / Aliases : Starlit Crow, Eilwen, SC
  • Domain / Place : Copse / Thicket / Grove
  • Season : Autumn
  • Element : Earth-Fire
  • Star Sign: Sagittarius 
  • Crystal : Amethyst, Amber, Flourite
  • Plant : Elder (flower, berry), Wormwood, Lavender
  • Tree : Birch, Elder
  • Animal : Crow, Bear
  • Colour : Silver, Green, Black
  • Symbol : Arrow, Key, Crow Foot ( Algiz )
  • Tool : Pestal & Mortar, Pipe, Lucet
  • Direction : North
  • Offering : Whiskey, Flowers, Coins,
  • Incense: Dragons Blood, White sage lavender rosemary, Cannabis