DaddyOFive claiming that the videos are fake is almost laughable. Having worked in many theatrical productions in the past, I can say that no child that I have ever come across is THAT good at crying on demand. There is 0% chance that these children are such acting prodigies. Those are real tears, real screams, real face reddening, real phrases that a kid would say. For once there is a prank video that I can confidently say is not staged.
For my protective black salt, I used: Camphor, Benzoin, Angelica, Ash, Rose, Clove and Birch.
However, you may use your own combination. Use as many or as little as you like.
You may draw a sigil on a small piece of paper that states your intent and will help formulate your salt to aid you better.
Next, light the charcoal and place the incenses on first (Camphor and Benzoin). Next, burn the plants one by one, and the piece of paper with the sigil. Place the charcoal outside if you don’t want the smoke in your house.
Once all the plants have been burnt to ash, put the remains of both the charcoal and the ashes in the mortar and grind to dust.
The proportions I used were 4 part Ash/Charcoal and 10 part salt, but use whatever works best for you.
Add the salt to the mortar and mix until the salt is black. If it doesn’t reach its desired colour, add charcoal to the mixture.
Always remember intent is key, so concentrate on what you’re doing.
Recipe 2: Banishing
This is the recipe I use to banish unwanted things, especially negative influences and spirits.
Opononax, Frankincense, Arabic Gum, Birch, Elder flowers, Mint, Marjoram, Anise and bay.
But you may use any plant that’s good for purification, cleansing, change, positivity and protection.
Same process as the first one. Intent is key and sigils really help to get that across.
Recipe 3: Bad Luck Hex
I don’t hex, but a friend of mine requested that I make it for him. So here, the sigil was really important, since I was more reluctant to put bad intentions in my craft. (I’m not the hexing types, but you may be as wicked as you please, lovely lil witches. I have nothing against it, it’s just not my witching style.)
I used: Mandrake, Nettles, Onion, Lime, Angelica and Vervain.
As usual, use your own recipe if you must!
I tried to muster up malice and bad thoughts. Hopefully the salt will work for him.
I hope you enjoyed my black salt recipes. They’re all useful for samhain, so tell me how it goes!
I present this video as a must watch for casual Magic Players everywhere.
Modern and Standard deck prices are outrageous. Unless you can only get true fulfillment from competitive magic, or you have a passionate interest in speculation and finance, you will suffer the feel bads if you try to play that game. The sad truth is that competitive Magic drives demand and therefore prices, and without supply side adjustments, those prices will stay high, and continue to rise.
But all is not lost. We don’t have to play that game. If you’ve ever complained about the crazy cost of Modern, or Standard rotations that trivialize your favorite deck that you put so much time and money into. If you’re tired of the diminishing returns of rogue deck building in competitive formats. And most of all, if you’re tired of complaining, waiting for Wizards to fix things, then stand up, and take matters into your own hands.
SEALED IS THE ANSWER. You support WOTC directly, who makes this wonderful game we all enjoy. You have an even playing field, that still respects skill. Build your collection while enjoying the game. Build your deck without having to chase rares or mythics.
Prerelease is already the best Magic event for Casual Players. Why leave it at that? Make FNM Great Again! Don’t let something like Copycat Combo ruin Magic for you. Don’t let the exorbitant prices of Modern discourage you from meaningful competitive play! Sealed has something for everyone.
At the end of the day, we all just want to sit down and play Magic. Whether at your LGS, or around the kitchen table, Sealed IS the answer. Go in on a booster box with friends. If someone wants to join in, all they need is six boosters. The customizability, affordability, and balance of this format are its strengths.
When I go to see a movie, or buy a video game, I am not paying hundreds of dollars. I shouldn’t have to in order to play Magic. Opt out of the destructive debates over Standard and Modern. Choose the format that is self regulated, and most prioritized by WOTC. Play Sealed.
I supported you through all the stupid drama and hate you got but seriously I can't do it any more. You keep letting people draw that stupid Lady Shimada fuckface whose clearly NOT a representation of you and quite obviously appropriating the Japanese culture. WE DONT NEED A FUCKING BLOND BITCH WHITE HANZO. God damn. How do you sleep at night? Like its so gross I can't handle it. Make your own overwatch OC if you must but stop with the lady shimada shit because its gross. Control your fans.
you do realize it’s literally my OC Viro just in Hanzo clothes?
Is there anything more enraging than when someone you live with is needlessly rude to you so as the Bigger Person (and internationally recognised fucking delight!) in the relationship who Rises Above It you leave the room to avoid turning it into a fight, only for them to accuse you of sulking?????? You think this is sulking, sunshine? I’ll show you fucking sulking, I’ll sulk so hard you won’t know what hit you! Suck it up!
I’m going to let you go…completely. Don’t misunderstand this. It’s not because you didn’t love me back or enough; I’m doing this for both of us. I only want us to be happy again, even if it means living our life separately. I don’t want you to keep looking back in my direction. I want to be where must you go. I want you to find your own happiness and dance with it and don’t let go of that! And please don’t worry too much about me. I don’t want and I’m not your burden anymore. Go ahead and chase your dreams and your freedom. Find the girl who is going to challenge you to become a better person than you were yesterday; be happy in her side, be prepared to run away with her, be brave to tell her everything that worries you, and be the person that girl deserves. So when the time comes our paths cross again, I can be able to smile at you with a restful heart. Because in my heart I did the right thing, I saved us both.
There are more awkward things than going on vacation with your ex’s family. Like when you’re still in love with him and millions of people think the trip proves you’re together (prompt put on phanfic).
You sat on your couch as you watch everyone
dancing and partying around you. There were so many different species here. You
spotted Mundanes, Vampires, Warlocks, Foresakens and Shadowhunters. Wait
shadowhunters you thought. Why were they here? You got up from you seat with
your drink in hand and made your way towards them.
“The last time I checked I don’t remember
anyone inviting shadowhunters to this club” You spoke as you appeared in front
“They didn’t now move” A blonde haired boy
said as he pushed passed you with three more shadowhunters following him. You
started to follow them when they all suddenly stop. Quickly the blonde boy was
in front of you.
“Stop following us” He spoke
“What are you doing here?” you questions
“You don’t need to know” He said
‘Jace she proably knows where he is ask
her” A redheaded girl told him.
“Are you a warlock?” The blonde haired boy
who you figuerd was Jace asked you.
“I am but what does that mean to you
shadowhunter boy” you tease
“Magnus Bane do you know him?” Jace once
“Nope doesn’t ring a bell” you said as you
turned around “Now get out of my club” you started to walk away when an arm
grabbed you pulling you back. It was Jace.
‘Your club? The last time we checked it was
Magnus Bane’s” Jace said. You looked around them, they had you trapped in.
“Well it’s not anymore” you rolled your
eyes hoping they wold let you go but they wouldn’t.
“Your lying” A black hair girl said
“What if I am? It shouldn’t matter to you where
a warlock is” You sass back
“We need his help with something” The other
boy spoke “He’s not in trouble, so where is he? It’s his club so he must be
“Like I told you already this is my club
too he’s no-“ you were saying but the redhead cut you off.
“Wait your club too? You never said that
early” You cursed in your mind that you let that slip out in front of them. How
could you be so stupid.
“Oops must of forgot” you said with a
grinned “ I owned this club with Magnus”
“So you do know where he’s to” Jace yelled
“Not at the moment, I say he gone off with
one of his lovers but I’m not sure so leave me a message and he will get back
to you” you spoke as you took a sip of your drink.
“We need him now not later” the redhead
“Well I can’t hel-“ you started to say but
stopped when your vision started to get burry.Why was this happening?
“You put something in my drink” you yelled
soon your feet gave out from under you and the black haired boy caught you.
“Why did we do this again” the boy asked
“We need to know where Magnus is’ Jace told
woke up in a strange room. Soon everything came back to you.Those damn
shadowhunters. You should of known they would pull something like this.
“Look at who’s awake” Jace said
“Who are you?” you asked
“You don’t need to know that” He answerd
“Well Jace since I know you, you might as
well tell me who your fellows shadowhunters are”
“How do you know that?”
“You don’t need to know that, names?”
“Clary” the redheaded girl
“Isabelle” the other girl said
“Alec” the black haired boy said
great. I’m not going to tell you where Magnus is so you might as well stop
trying” you said standing up onto your feet. Truth is you didn’t really know
where he was but they didn’t seen to care.
“Please we’ll do anything” Clary bregged
“What do you need his help with?” you
questioned. There had to be a good reason if they were going through all of
“Our friend that’s a werewovle got hurt and
Bane is the only one that can help”
‘His magic is the only one powerful enough”
Maybe you can help them you thought. After all you were warlock too with the
“I’ll do it” you said
“Your not Magnus” Alec replied
“But I am a Bane” you told them “My magic
is the same as my brother it will still work”
“Magnus has a sister?” Izzy asked
‘Yes and I’m right in front of you, never
saw that one coming did you?” you laugh. All of them stood there in shock
looking at you. You didn’t know if it was because you were Magnus sister or was
it your weird sense of humor. Who cared anyway.
“Are we going to go or what?” you asked.
‘Yeah lets go” Isabelle said as they left,
with you following not to far behind them.
“Nice place you got here” Alec said while looking down at you while you
crushed up spices for the spell.
“I’m trying to save your friend life and
your talking about how nice my house is?” you laugh while Alec turned the color
of a tomato. “Can you hand me some of those tea leaves?” you asked pointing
towards the ones you wanted. Alec walked over to get them and handed to you
you sure this going to work?”
“Yeah it’s one of Magnus spell I’ve seen
him used it before.Trust me I know what I’m doing”
‘You seems different”
“What do you mean?” you questioned
“When we first got to you earlier you seems
like a different person. Like you didn’t really care about anything. You had
this whole evil vibe about you” Alec told you.
“Yeah I could see that, I guess when I’m
protecting something like my brother and my club I put on a fake act so no one
would really get me.” You made your way over to the sofa where their friend
Luke was laying. You sat down in front of him and started to wave your hand
over him, you were started to heal him as you could see the purple smoke that
was coming from your hands. After a while you could feel your energy starting
“Alec come here” you yelled as he made his
way over towards you. “Sit please” You grabbed ahold of his hand when he sat.
“I’m sorry I need some of your energy I hope you don’t mind”
“If it helps him I don’t care” Without
Alec’s energy you didn’t know if you could do it so when he let you, it took a
weight off of your shoulders. Soon you were done and when you finally remove
your hands you fell right back on Alec.
“I’m sorry” you said slowly as you try to
“Hey don’t worry about it, just rest” you
didn’t even have time to argued as you eyes slowly shut as you fell alseep with
your head resting on Alec’s shoulder.
“Alec we told you to help her, not sleep with her” Jace said as him and
Clary enter into the house. Alec glared up at the boy.
“She resting, after all she used up all of
her energy healing Luke.” He said as he pointed towards the man on the sofa.
“LUKE” Clary yelled as run over to the man
“Quite” Alec said “She’s sleeping”
“Oh what does Alec have a crush” Jace tease
“Shut it” Alec said. Right after that your
eyes started to flutter open. You sat up from leaning against Alec. Your first
thought was to look over at Alec
“Thank you” You said as you got up and
walking over to a now sitting up Luke with Clary. He looked fine and you were
happy that the spell worked.
“How are you feeling” You asked Luke
handing him a drink from your table.
“I’m good,thank you for helping” He said as
he sipped the drink.
“No worries, I have magic might as well do
something useful with it every once and a while”
“Warlock? He questioned
“Oh yes, sorry I forgot you were out of it
when I met you. My names Y/N Bane” you told him as you held out for him to
shake his hand. He shook it back and asked “Would I be able to leave? I have a
pack that needs me.”
“Yes you can leave, but try and take it
easy for the next little bit”
“Don’t worry he will” Clary said for him as
she helped him put on his jacket. Jace walked over to help the two and to also help
them leave. As they left Jace said “Help the girl clean up Alec”.
“What do you need me to do” Alec asked
“Umm” you said looking around. You really
didn’t need any help, you were just going to used your magic. “I think I’m
good” you told him as you waved your hand around making your purple magic
appear once again. You soon had everything back in place.
“I forgot about your magic” Alec stated
“Don’t worry about it, I think Jace did
too” You said as you turn to face him. For the first time, you atcually got a
good look of his face. His hazel eyes stared down at your Y/E/C eyes. You both
leaned in when you heard a voice.
“Really Y/N? I leave for a few days and you
already have a boy in our house” It was Magnus. You both pulled back and turned
to look at your brother.
“Oh at least he’s cute” Magnus said as you
stood there rolling your eyes. Giving your brother one last glance you pulled
Alec towards your room.
I really liked the line 'the dark side of the king' from your question about enforcers. would you maybe be willing to talk some more about Gavin and Ryan being terrible doing Geoff's dirty work??
Fake’s might joke that Geoff is a pushover, too adoring of his
crew-mates to really lay down the law as boss, but in reality there
are few men more feared than Ramsey. Few legends with more ruthless
reputations, more stories of heartless brutality; for those outside
his limited family Ramsey is nothing less than an unmitigated horror.
there are certain things Geoff can’t be seen to be involved in,
things he must stay above, be diplomatic about. Times when an issue
needs to be taken care of without the blowback, when there must be
violence without inevitable retribution; ferreting out moles,
persuading recalcitrant informants, dealing with a problem who
belongs to a gang the FAHC are supposed to be allied with.
easy enough to think that in a crew with a reputation as terrible as
the FAHC there is little need for a designated ‘bad guy’. They’re all
the bad guys, just ask the citizens of Los Santos, just look at the
bodies in the morgue, track down the ruins of all who have thought to
oppose them. There isn’t a single member with clean hands, isn’t one
who didn’t choose this, who isn’t having the time of their life every
singe day morality be damned. And yet there are still jobs Geoff
wouldn’t push any of them into, deeds too dark to be forced onto even
the most loyal. In those cases that call for abhorrent action Geoff
can’t take on himself there is one pair he tends to turn to.
would truly be surprised to hear that Ryan is one of the two who tick
this box, but that his partner in absolute depravity is Gavin would
catch some unaware. There are, of course, members of the crew more
suited to being paired with Ryan for all out violence, and those more
apt to accompany Gavin for subtlety, but together the pair of them
are unrivalled in their gruesome innovation, their unflinching
is being willing to do the dirty work, and then there is enjoying it.
Excelling at it. Relishing in the snap of bones and panicked
pleading, in the creativity of cruelty, the intricate art of fear.
They are violent and terrible, all wrath and retribution like the
stories of old, they are a reckoning. Unlike most others there isn’t
even a moment when either of them regret. Not a single hesitation
before doing whatever must be done, no matter how terrible, how
brutally unforgivable. No threat
is too dark, no act is too far, no reaction too extreme. In this
there are no lines to cross, no moral code to offend or gods to obey.
And worst of all, they enjoy it. They have fun,
entertain each other, safe in the knowledge that out of sight of the
rest of the crew, with none but Geoff really knowing what exactly
they are up to, there is no judgement. No one who matters will think
differently of them for unapologetic iniquity when they are each
other’s only witness and their ruin matches up oh so well.
is delightfully petty, can whip out flippant comments and passing
jokes from months or even years ago in his monologue, twist them into
some pithy one liner on the fly, like a hollywood villain without any
cheesy dialogue to detract from the menace. He knows just how to
frame their attack, laying out exactly what infraction has brought on
Ramsey’s ire and building an awful sense of suspense as he
delightedly meanders around what they are going to do about it.
not something that should be appealing, it’s awful really, bitterly
cruel, but it makes Ryan’s sense of melodrama sing. Ryan who could
have chosen any mask in the world but went directly for a blackened
skull. Who drops his already deep voice two octaves when he purrs out
threats and has a terrible habit of laying wait in dark corners until
he spots the perfect moment to loom in sight. Ryan who’s never crumbled in the
face of desperate begging, never seen grovelling as anything but
undignified, who can’t help but appreciate the way it merely makes
Gavin turn up his nose, roll his eyes, toss Ryan increasingly
incredulous looks; Christ isn’t this one pathetic?
share enough languages to communicate in privacy no matter the
situation but even without planning they are synchronised enough to
work in tandem, playing into each others proclivities, teasing
chatter as much for their own genuine amusement as it is for taunting
their prey. There are no hard and fast rules to their partnership-
sometimes Ryan’s feeling particularly chatty and sometimes Gavin’s
itching to pull out his lovely gold knives- but more often than not
Gavin wheedles his way into the mind of their victim before Ryan
quite literally pulls them apart. Just as Gavin strokes Ryan’s ego
when he leans in and pleasantly explains all the horrific things the
Vagabond has done, Ryan pander’s to Gavin’s ever vicious whim; drags
things out, slows them down, get’s disgustingly creative.
always been something distinctly animalistic in Gavin, the way he
slinks like a predator, grins wide enough to bare his teeth, the way
he can’t help toying with his food, but in this he isn’t Gavin Free,
the Fake’s happy-go-lucky wrecking ball of chaos, isn’t the Golden
Boy, Ramsey’s unbelievably persuasive frontman; this is another
creature all together. On these jobs Gavin is no less the showman,
still all insidious cunning and attention-grabbing flash, but for
once he does nothing to disguise his own decay. Doesn’t inject false
emotion where none exists, doesn’t manufacture empathy, won’t even
pretend to give a solitary shit about anything outside his own world,
his life, his people. Amusement as chilling as it is cold-blooded,
crushing any hope that he might be the tempering force, that the
presence of the glittering Golden Boy will reign in the Vagabond.
Ryan, good grief Ryan. The Vagabond already has so very many tortured
tales attached to his name, already inspires so much fear, but people
do like to hope his reputation is inflated. Like to think the man
behind the mask can’t truly be as terrible as they say, must suffer
the same bouts of guilt and mercy as anyone else. Think the
Vagabond’s greatest secret is the fact that at the end of the day he
is just a man. The look in their eyes when they realise they are
wrong, realise that while the skull may be a mask Ryan
has always been the monster, is the stuff nightmares are made of. The
Vagabond isn’t soft on a good day, but in this role he is ruthless.
It would, perhaps, be a relief if he were cold, detached. Would be an
easier pill to swallow if he acted with his usual air of
professionalism, but this? This is Ryan in his element. This is the
Vagabond having fun.
a tossup who’s better off; the victims who die slow and painful or
the ones who get to live. The ones who spill their secrets, who
suffer their punishments, and in the end are left to crawl free.
Those who never really stop thinking about bloodstained teeth and
razor-blade smirks, distressingly fond banter and cold flat
eyes. None of them come back right, none of them return the same way
they left, have suffered terror beyond words, experienced horrors
they will never be capable of explaining. Most wind up leaving the
city, even a passing mention of the Fake AH Crew enough to send them
shaking, the possibility of another run in utterly intolerable, but
those who stay only serve to further boost the duos reputation.
one thing for anyone with half a brain to fear the Vagabond, it’s
quite another for well-known crooks to literally flee when he
appears, spike classic fear-mongering rumours with far more truthful
tales of vicious depravity, go to absurd lengths to steer clear of
the FAHC at any cost. In the same vein the denizens of Los Santos can
only say Gavin’s name with increased reverence after a mere wink
tossed at some thug playing muscle in the background of a meeting has
the man throwing up all over himself. Can only be more impressed when
a slow smile and whispered comment has another back-peddling so fast
the Fake’s make off with way more than they were owed.
of course, suits Geoff just fine, reaping the boons of the pet
horrors he keeps in his pocket for a rainy day; rare, but undeniably
memorable. To see the three of them at work is a sight to behold,
Ramsey strolling along flanked by his most wicked miscreants, one the
darkened menace of death incarnate, the other almost alight with his
own glittering hubris, not a scrap of restraint or morality between
them. They are apocalypse, are inevitable disaster, the end of all
things good and holy and with an unseen signal they peel off, leave
their grinning king to walk alone as they melt back into the night,
set free once more to hunt.
((A/N: Next chapter! This one is a bit chaotic. It’s also sort of long. The next is scheduled for tomorrow morning. It’s gonna be a doozy, if tonight’s doesn’t wreck you. And a huge thank you to @sketchbookthingz for the amazing Aesthetic!
Well… almost the time to greet her. Aphrodite, as Sam explained, was not a woman willing to meet with just anyone. You were a mortal and she only interfered with mortals when it was to her benefit. Love, romance, and sex. There was so much more to such a goddess and now you were grateful for your mother’s own goddess. The goddess she knew deep down you’d never worship yourself but she had still prayed in your name.
The idea struck you, taking Bucky’s hand warmly, “Go to her, Bucky. I have to return to Earth and make sure my family is OK, and perhaps speaking with my mother will shed light. She is a follower of Aphrodite, after all.” You smiled weakly, concerned about Bucky’s willingness to ‘let’ you go. While he wasn’t in charge and certainly did not control you, he’d be worried. Earth had suffered an attack at the hands of the gods, and potentially Zeus himself. It was impossible for anyone to convince you to stay hidden.
A creative writing practice piece. It’s different from what I normally write, but I’ve had snow on the brain. I’ve also been drowning myself in fantasy novels lately so there’s that…
Castiel walked through the snowy embankment and kept his eyes on the frozen landscape as he searched for signs of life. The afternoon sun was tucked away behind a sheet of thick, gray clouds that stretched across the length of the sky. The air was still as he continued on his path, looking, watching, waiting. His dress shoes sank into the freshly fallen snow and tracked footsteps that trailed for miles through the forest.