it was suppose to look like: earth water air and fire

what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.

ursula.

the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

My Favorite Songs for the Signs

Some of my personal favorites! Hopefully there will be a few in here that you guys haven’t heard yet 💁 

check your moon sign too! 

Aries: “Pursuit of Happiness” by Kid Cudi (ft. MGMT & Ratatat)

“I’m on the pursuit of happiness.
And I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold.
I’ll be fine once I get it.
I’ll be good.”

Taurus: “Smooth” by Santana (ft. Rob Thomas)

“And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth, yeah
Give me your heart, make it real or else forget about it.”

Gemini: “D.A.N.C.E.” by Justice 

“The way you move is a mystery
Do the dance
You’re always there for music and me
Do the dance.”

Cancer: “Young Folks” by Peter Bjorn & John 

“Usually when things have gone this far, people tend to disappear
No one will surprise me unless you do
I can tell there’s something goin’ on, hours seems to disappear
Everyone is leaving, I’m still with you.”

Leo:Runaway (U & I)” by Galantis 

"Think I can fly, think I can fly when I’m with you
My arms are wide, catching fire as the wind blows
I know that I’m rich enough for pride,
I see a billion dollars in your eyes.”

Virgo: “Middle” by DJ Snake (ft. Bipolar Sunshine)

“Staring at two different views on your window ledge
Coffee is going cold, it’s like time froze
There you go wishing, floating down our wishing well
It’s like I’m always causing problems, causing hell.”

Libra: “Trndsttr” (ft. M. Maggie) [Lucian Remix]

"Fire when the strobe hits you
Bet you’re looking for something new
Staring off across the room
Bet I’m a trendsetter, too.”

Scorpio: “Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You” by Arctic Monkeys

“Well I know that getting you alone isn’t easy to do.
With the exception of you I dislike everyone in the room.
And I don’t wanna lie, but I don’t wanna tell you the truth.
Get the sense that you’re on the move.”

Sagittarius: “Lost” by Frank Ocean

"Girl you know you’re lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost.”

Capricorn: “The Less I Know the Better” by Tame Impala 

"Oh my love, can’t you see yourself by my side
No surprise when you’re on his shoulder like every night
Oh my love, can’t you see that you’re on my mind
Don’t suppose we could convince your lover to change his mind.”

Aquarius: “I’m Amazed” by My Morning Jacket

"I’m amazed at all that has been
I’m amazed at all that will be
I’m amazed at the tv stations
I’m amazed what they want me to believe.”

Pisces:Hong Kong” by Gorillaz 

“You swallow me
I’m a pill on your tongue
Here on the nineteenth floor
The neon lights make me come.”

-Admin L

break the chain

happy birthday @carryonsimoncarryon!!

length: 3.7k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together 

a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜

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Simon

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.

“What?”

“I want to break up.”

“But–but why?”

“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.

“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.

It’s Baz.

He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.

“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”

“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.

“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”

She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.

I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.

* * *

Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.

I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.

I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.

“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”

He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.

I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.

Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…

Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”

He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”

“Of course you did!”

“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”

Baz

The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.

“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”

Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.

“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”

“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”

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Build-A-Daddy

or “the college au where lily is a single mom struggling with finishing school and raising a child, and james discovers he quite likes babysitting” (AO3)

(p.s.: thank you to @gxldentrio for being a lovely beta reader!)


Chapter: ½

She’s just another face in the crowd.

But she stands out.

She’s battling her way through the waves of I’m late-s, I should have gone to bed earlier-s and Why haven’t I started that bloody paper yet-s entangling themselves in people’s legs. They trip, but she bears on.

Her hair is made of flames; they lick their way through the sea of people, turning them to ashes, burning a path for her - James is entranced. Her brow is furrowed with decision, and she doesn’t hesitate to nudge someone out of her way with her shoulder, or to make herself bigger with the size of her backpack which looks like it could make her topple over. She parts the flood with sheer determination in her eyes.

She’s unstoppable.

“Hey!”

He goes unnoticed.

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Yuri on Ice/Avatar TLA AU

I don’t know if this has been done yet, but I’ve been thinking in a Yuri on Ice/Avatar The Last Airbender AU and so far these are my ideas:

-Yuuri Katsuki: Just like in the anime, he’s very shy and unsure of himself. He’s an airbender, the first bender born in his family in over a century. He doesn’t feel comfortable being an airbender because everyone tells him that he should become a monk and only live a spiritual life. Because in his hometown there aren’t any airbenders, he doesn’t learn to bend properly; instead he just trains basic defense moves with Minako (nonbender, chi blocker). Later he meets Celestino (a nonbender rebel nomad monk) and Phichit (another air-bender) and even when he tried to train with them, he felt like he was just trying to please everyone  instead of just bending for the pleasure of it or for the connection with his element. He meets Viktor by accident and is very impressed by the perfection of Viktor’s bending. When Viktor tells him that he’s going to train him, at first Yuuri doesn’t believe him and thinks that Viktor is just making fun of him because how could a prodigy waterbender teach him to airbend? But what he learns is to be confident and to love his element as well as the people around him. That alone gives him the control of the air and even a little glimpse of the Spirit World. He meets Yuri when the younger bender goes to his house in search of Viktor. He likes Yuri, but he’s afraid of him… until he gets to know his softer side.

-Viktor Nikiforov: A waterbender prodigy, but not a fighter. He has the potential but he prefers to perform ice skating mixed with some form of mist-bending and ice sculpting to create dream-like scenarios. When he meets Yuuri he’s so excited because he never met an airbender before and wants to know everything about his bending type… until he discovers that Yuuri has very little knowledge of his own bending… And Viktor takes as his personal quest to train Yuuri. How? He doesn’t know. Maybe he can use some of the lessons his old master Yakov taught him. He’s very patient with Yuuri, trying to show him that his bending is a gift rather than a mistake. He wants to give Yuuri an engagement necklace, but he knows airbenders aren’t supposed to be attached to mundane items. So instead he gives him a coral mala (or prayer beads necklace).

-Makkachin: Viktor’s cute sea-otter-dog… or a goat dog… or something like that.

-Yuri Plisetsky: Another waterbender prodigy, but unlike Viktor, he’s very enthusiastic about fighting (pro-bending or something like that). He relies almost only in a very aggressive type of icebending, and he uses some moves and kicks from firebending (he learned from Lilia, who’s a firebender master. She also taught him the basic moves to deflect a lightening, but of course he’s never tried). He has problems trying to control water in liquid form because that needs him to be in total control of his emotions… and of course he is not. Viktor promised him to teach him waterbending but then Yuuri happened. At first he was jealous but while training with him and Viktor he learns to deal better with his emotions and feelings. He hasn’t told anybody but one time he accidentally bloodbent. His grandfather was having a heart attack and he tried to use waterbending to heal him, instead he stopped his heart for several seconds before making it beat again. His grandfather healed after that and hasn’t had another attack since then, but Yuri was so scared he has never tried to bloodbend again.

Otabek Altin: Born in a little town that used to be a colony under siege by the Fire Nation. He discovered he was an earthbender just after his 17th birthday, that’s why he’s still learning. He trains hard and even when he’s not really naturally talented, it’s his hard work that makes him an excellent bender in just a couple of years. He’s physically stronger than average and that helps him controlling large amounts of rocks, also he’s an adept in listening and waiting before making a move. Even with his strength and ability, he doesn’t like to fight, he prefers using his newfound bending working with blacksmiths and fixing satomobiles (?). He’s trying to learn metalbending but as this day he hasn’t been able to do it. Has a pet Komodo rhino that rides often. Yuri is an inspiration for him, because even when he has been a talented bender since he was a child, he still trains hard every day to improve his skills and does not rely only in his innate ability. Otabek carved a jade stone and gave it to him in a “friendship” necklace. He has the vague idea that Water Tribe people make and give necklaces as tokens of friendship or as good luck charms. Yuri won’t tell him its real meaning even when he likes the idea of being engaged to Otabek. Viktor is the one to tell the truth to Otabek… And he doesn’t mind. He makes another necklace for Yuri, this time a real engagement necklace. Yuri uses both.

Phichit Chulanont: He’s a carefree airbender who travels the world with Celestino as his trainer and teacher. His goal is to form a group of players and performers and that’s why he admires Viktor’s theatrical and dramatic dances on ice. Has several southern Water Tribe white hamsters as pets.  After training for some time with Yuuri and Celestino, they part ways and while visiting the Earth Kingdom he gets lost near the Si Wong Desert. Then he meets this handsome and mysterious sandbender who helps him to get to the nearest town. He doesn’t leave his side after that even when at first the sandbender doesn’t look very comfortable around him. He tries to convince the sandbender to join his group (What group?) and the sandbender hasn’t accepted yet. But hasn’t refused either.

Seung-Gil Lee: A sandbender of the Si Wong desert. Serious and quiet; he loves the desert because it’s a lonely place. One day, while hunting buzzard wasps he finds a lost airbender and walks him to the town. It’s weird because this boy is the complete opposite of him, not only in his element but in his personality. However, he doesn’t find the boy’s constant talk annoying and actually considers the idea of joining his future group of players.

Guang Hong Ji: He’s a nonbender, the only son of a famous weapon seller and swordsman in the Earth Kingdom. He had to learn to use swords and daggers, and actually he’s very skilled with a jian. He only trains because is a family tradition, but his dream is to become a player and perform in Ember Island theatre. Otabek has worked with his father and Guang Hong admires him because seems like he really enjoys what he does.

Leo de la Iglesia: He’s the eldest son of a Fire sage, and a firebender who doesn’t like fire. That’s because when he was practicing some time ago he accidentally burned his little sister in the leg. She isn’t afraid of him or the fire, but he still blames himself and tries to avoid bending at all. He’s expected to become a Fire sage, but all he wants is to be a musician. He meets Guang Ho when he went to his father’s armory to get a ritual dagger. Since then they spend a lot of time talking about joining the Ember Island players.

Those are the main ones. The other headcanons I have are:

Mila Babicheva: Firebender who trained with Yuri under Lilia’s guidance.  

Michele Crispino and Sara Crispino: From the Earth Kingdom. He’s an earthbender, she’s a nonbender.

Emil Nekola: Artistic (?) metalbender

Georgi Popovich: Nonbender. He’s the only one who actually works at the Ember Island theatre. Very dramatic actor. Has lots of fans.

JJ LeRoy: Waterbender. Comes from a family of well known Pro-Bending fighers. That’s why he’s so arrogant and he’s always challenging Yuri to fight with him.

Christophe Giacometti: Firebender HOT DAMN. Too hot to handle. He turns every single pool and bath into a sauna. Poledance with fireworks and sparks. Yeah.

Kenjiro Minami. Firebender chicken nugget. He’s from the same town as Yuuri and also finds him interesting just because he’s an airbender.


I was kinda hard for some character, since is easy to imagine them all as water/ice benders… duh…

Waiting

Request:  Can I have an imagine that you are the youngest avenger and in love with your friend peter parker? when he figures it out he distants himself cuz he likes liz. but with new stark-xavier scholarship program jean (your bff) and pietro (your ex) comes to the tower and something blossoms again between pietro and you so Peter becomes jealous and finally realizes his feelings?

Word Count: 2,979 (holY SHIT)

Warnings: angst? fluff? maybe you’ll hate the ending? who knows???

AN: oh my GOD THIS IS LONG. this is the first request i’ve done & it was a bit of a challenge but i’m always up for pushing myself. kinda iffy about this lol let me know what you think, enjoy :) im sorry its so long aiyaiyai

Originally posted by v-writings

You watched Peter behind your lockers door, hiding in case he would ever catch you in the act. You weren’t close with him, but you both knew each other enough to match a name with the face. Especially you. After being infatuated with Peter ever since the beginning of sophomore year, you did your best to make him feel the same way but could never succeed thanks to Liz Allan. Peter whizzed past a group of people in the hallway as he made his way over to his best friend, Ned.  

The two of you were close, best friends since junior high, but knowing how intense you can be with your feelings, you decided to back off just a tad. Nothing too bad.

“Peter’s smart and everything but, man, he’s clueless when it comes to you.” A voice comes from behind you that causes you to jump back into the lockers.

“Jesus, can’t you ever greet me like a normal person, Michelle?” Grumbling, you close your locker before walking through the hallway with her. She was the only person who knew about your ‘little’ crush after she caught you staring at Peter during lunch without blinking. You were hesitant to admit it at first but eventually gave in. He hasn’t spoken to you about it, so you figured she never wound up spilling the beans.

“Where’s the fun in that? In my defense, I do it so often that you should be used to it by now.” She continued with her rambling as your attention drifted to Peter, looking over your shoulder to look at him one last time and waving at him as soon as he caught your glance, grinning and giving you a nod before you walked off with your friend.

“Are you even listening to me?” Michelle interrupted your thoughts, gently pushing your shoulder back.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m listening. I’m easily scared or whatever.” She rolled her eyes at your lame excuse of covering up.

“I have to go, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Michelle said her farewells, “and don’t forget to wipe some of that love-drool you’ve got going on there.” She joked, pointing to the corner of her mouth before turning around and walking away.

You stood at the school’s back parking lot, waiting for your ride. You were supposed to be meeting Tony Stark at the Tower for some meet and greet. You watched as a small, black car pull up in front of you and began making your way to open the back door when someone’s hand grabs hold of the handle before you. Looking to your left to see who it is, your heart stops

“Peter?”

“Y/N?” The two of you stood in place, looking at one another with a confused look on your face. “What are you doing? This is my ride.” Peter stated.

You shook your head, “I think this is my ride.”

“Will you two kids get in the car already? Mr. Stark wants to see you both.” The driver up front exclaims impatiently. Without saying a word, you swing the car door opening and rush inside with Peter behind you.

You sat as far away from Peter as you could with your hands in your lap, your fingers continuously tapping at your thigh. Peter looked out the window, quickly glancing to his left. “Seriously. What are you doing?”

Turning your head to him, you ask him the same thing. Without risking his entire identity to some girl he barely spoke to, he clenched his jaw and averted his gaze to his shoes. The rest of the car ride was quiet and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. How are you supposed to tell one of your best friends you were an Avenger?


Once the car parked in front of the Tower, Peter immediately pushed the door open and wasted no time to shut it behind him. You followed him, making sure to keep your distance.

“I see you two have already. Good. Less for me to do.” Tony met up with you both and led the way inside. “So we’ve got this thing going on, the Stark-Xavier Program. There are a couple of kids coming in from Westchester and it’s your job to make them feel welcome and all that. Got it?” He turned to look at you and Peter, raising his eyebrows.

You nod in understanding and asked him when these people were coming in. Tony lifted his wrist to eye level, “Any minute now.”

As if on cue, a group of people came in through the entrance, curiously looking around. Tony called them over, waving his hand in the air and began to introduce himself and the whole purpose of this program. You stopped listening as soon as you started to look through the small crowd. Everyone differed in everything. Suddenly, your eyes stopped once they met a familiar pair brown eyes and silver hair.

Quickly looking away, you shoved the idea of seeing him again to the very back of your mind and tried listening to Tony again. Every now and then, you’d try to force yourself to look back at the set of eyes but restrained yourself. 

“And who are these two young ones standing beside me? To my left, Peter Parker. Otherwise known as Spider-Man.” Your eyes widened and you turned your head to look at Peter for the first time in half an hour. He looked at you sheepishly, his hand tightly gripping his backpack’s strap.  

“To my left, Y/N, basically your modern day Avatar, The Last Airbender. Controlling the earth, wind, air, and fire.” You shyly waved to the crowd, putting on your best smile. Now it was Peter’s turn to look at you. He couldn’t believe what just came out of Tony’s mouth. He’s known you for such a long time and it’s only now that he discovers such a secret? Granted, you two were never really close anyway. “Mingle, mingle. And meet back here in 30 minutes, troops.”

Everyone split off into different groups, some walking with people from their own, some to you and Peter. A girl with hair as orange as fall leaves approached you and introduced herself, putting her hand out for a shake, “I’m Jean.”

“Y/N.” You shook her hand firmly.

“Yeah, I heard. I even heard you can control the elements? Holy shit, that’s cool. I’ve just got telekinesis and the other ‘tele’ powers there are.” She waved her hand, dismissing her powers.

“No way, that’s awesome. I’d take being able to move shit with my mind over moving water and rocks.” You paused for a moment. “Actually, saying it out loud, they sound pretty similar.”

Jean chortled, putting a hand to her chest. “Pretty much, yeah. So what’s it like getting to work with Spider-Man?” She pointed her head toward Peter.

“I actually didn’t even know he was Spider-Man until today,” you admitted, “I just knew him through school and stuff.” Both of you began walking around the Tower beside each other.

“He’s cute though, right?” You blush at her admittance, nodding slightly. You told Jean about your crush.

What’s the harm in telling her, you thought, no one at school knows who she is. “It’s just one of those I like him, he doesn’t sort of thing.”

Turning the corner, you see someone out the corner of your eye. Looking to see who it was, a blurry figure came running toward you. “Hi.” And at that moment, you realized what you were doubting earlier turned out to be true.

“Pietro. Hi.” He stood across from you, his brown eyes looking into yours.

“You two know each other?” Jean interrupted.

“We dated. Didn’t we, Y/N?” Pietro put his arm around you and grinned at the redhead, standing there with raised eyebrows.

Peter slowly walked out of the hallway he was earlier in for the bathroom, he was trying to process what he heard. Hearing you confess your feelings to that other girl he had no idea was made his chest tighten. Then he realized there was only one way to avoid this, right?


“It’s been awhile, huh?” Pietro sat beside you, trying to make himself comfortable.

“Why did you leave?”

He sighed, lowering his head, “Are we really going to talk about this right now? This is the first time we’ve seen each other in practically two years, Y/N.”

“Exactly, which is why I need to know why you randomly left me without even saying goodbye.” Your voice cracked after opening up old wounds. Pietro solemnly looked at you and took your hands in his.

“I was young, okay? We were young. The both of us didn’t know what we were doing.” You felt his grip around your hands tighten. “I’m sorry. When I found that school for people like us and you-you didn’t come with me I just.. I got so angry and I thought there was nothing left for me to do other than to just leave.” Pietro’s eyes had tears welling up at the edge, threatening to fall off with one movement as he apologized profusely.


His tears had already begun to fall as you comforted him while thinking back to the time you two were together. He felt so out of place and wanted to two of you to run away together. You said no because you were worried what others were going to say. But, upon realizing it, isn’t that why he ended up running away in the first place?

“No, there’s nothing to be sorry about.” You looked into Pietro’s tear-filled eyes and slowly moved your hand in front of his face, pulling the tears away and disposing them to some land of grass beside you. “I hated it when you cried.”

“Xaviers’ kids! Gather ‘round!” Tony called out, grabbing everyone’s attention. Pietro looked at you one last time before you told him to go.


While Tony took the others around the Tower, you spotted Peter sitting by himself near the entrance. You called out to him and he didn’t respond. Walking closer to him and taking a seat on the floor near him, you called him again.

“Peter. Hey.” He looked at you and said a soft hello before staring at the grass in front of him again. “What’s wrong? Did something happen, Spider-Man?” You teased, leaning your body toward his and nudging his shoulder.

Peter immediately stood up and said, “Listen, I gotta go. Tell Tony to call me. I’ll see you later.” With that, he left you sitting by yourself, wondering what the hell just happened.


4 ignored calls, 10 read messages, and a whole night later, Peter still didn’t talk to you about what happened earlier. You sat at your regular lunch table with Michelle the next morning, explaining to her what went down (obviously trying your best to keep the whole superpower thing out of the way).

“The fuck’s up with him.” Michelle wondered, watching him as he took a seat next to Liz.

“I don’t know. Whatever it is, I don’t like it, either.”

“You don’t think he heard you when you told that girl, did you?” She suggested. 

“I-oh shit.” You groaned, smacking your palm against your forehead. “You’re probably right.” Resting your head on the table, you mentally scolded yourself for having such a big mouth.

“Sorry, kiddo.” Michelle gently patted your head as you continued with your groaning.

Tony had someone pick you up from school again since you didn’t want to wallow in your room over the end of your friendship with Peter and being left alone with sad music and chocolate. He wasn’t answering anything; he wouldn’t text back or call. Peter wouldn’t even have full conversations with you, just one-worded replies.You knew that with him finding out the trust, something bad had to come out of it.  

Eventually, you realized you had to let some things go.

Once you stepped foot on the property, Pietro came running by your side, practically knocking the wind out of you. You left the Tower last night on good terms with him. You didn’t want to spend your whole life wondering what would’ve happened if the two of you if you didn’t let him back into your life.

“Could you wait a sec?! Not everyone’s as quick as you!” Jean yelled, a couple of feet behind Pietro. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi, Jean!” You and he walked to her, quietly laughing at her out-of-breath state and exhausted face.

“I’ve got something for you,” Pietro said.

“What? No, you didn’t have to do anything. I mean, if anything I’ve been a bitch to you in my head.” He chuckled, shaking his head, and pulling you near him.

“No, no. I wanted to, don’t worry.” He looked ahead at Jean. “Turn around! We’re showing her the thing!”

A groan erupted from in front of them, “Are you kidding me?! I ran all this way!”

“Let’s go.” Pietro took your hand and guided you to the Tower’s patio. Which was basically a huge backyard.

Once you, Jean and Pietro started to walk through the building, Jean pulled you closer to her body. “You should’ve seen him today, he was working his ass off.”

“Wait, what is this surprise supposed to be?”

“It’s a surprise.” Jean winked, pushing you back to Pietro before she left you alone with him. You continued to walk in between your two new friends until the door to the patio was in sight. The closer you walked to it, the bigger knots your stomach twisted into, anticipating this surprise. You caught a glimpse of lights that were hung from the ceiling as well as Tony standing beneath them. 

Growing closer, you asked Tony what he was doing here. “This kid wouldn’t stop bugging me until I gave him the patio to trash.” He patted Pietro on his shoulder, giving him a nod before returning to your conversation, “It looks good, don’t tell him I said that.” Tony whispered.

As Tony walked away, the space that his body blocked had finally been revealed, a string of fairy lights and artificial vines hung from the ceiling and crept their way around the pillars. Under the ceiling was a table with a candle placed in the center it, its flame dancing with the wind. There was a dark gray couch against the wall covered in throw pillows. 

“Pietro, this is amazing. You did this?” Making your way to the couch, you stared at the objects hanging from above. 

“It didn’t take too long. Super fast and all.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat beside you.


Peter paced around his room, biting his thumb and thinking over the past couple of days. He checked his phone, scrolling through the messages he received from you.  

Peter. 

I know you’re reading this, you should turn your read receipts off.

Come ON Pete

I know you know. But I don’t want to lose you over this 

I’ll talk to you some other time, then

“You’re such an idiot,” he called himself out, knowing he most likely ruined one of his greatest and longest friendships in his life. Feeling his phone buzz, he quickly pressed the home button to check his notifications. A feeling of disappointment filled him as he read that the text from Tony.

Come visit me, there’s this revision i made to the suit and I need to test it out. Make sure it doesn’t kill you or anything.

Peter made his way around the city, still thinking of ways he could manage out of this gigantic pile of shit that he’s buried himself under. And once he made his way to Stark Tower, he had to talk around until he found Tony because he’d never answer his calls. Walking inside, he was just about to hop into the elevator until he heard a familiar laugh.  

Following the noises, it brought him to the patio. “Y/N?” He called out, stepping outside.  

“Do these look good on me?” You laughed, slipping on Pietro’s signature goggles.  

“It’s like I’m looking in the mirror.” He grinned, wrapping his arm around you.  

“What are you doing?” You jumped once you realized someone came in stiffened at the person standing in front of you. 

“Peter, what are you doing here?” 

“Who is this, Y/N?” Peter insisted, his hands formed into a tight ball, his knuckles already turning white. 

Pietro stood in front of you and holding his arm out in front of himself, “Buddy, why don’t you take a step back and just relax?” 

Peter roughly pushed his arm away, becoming angrier at this. “Peter! What the hell is your problem?! You don’t speak to me in days and this is how you come back?” You stood up beside Pietro, holding him back from making a decision he’s bound to regret.  

“I love you, Y/N! After all this time. And I’m sorry for treating you this way, I just- I didn’t want to leave things the way I did and I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t tell you how I really felt. I love you.” 

“Are you serious, man? You come all the way here an-”  

You interrupted Pietro, standing in front of him, “I got this,” you mumbled before looking at Peter, “Peter, I’m sorry. But you left me after.. after all these years that we’ve known each other and that is the most horrible feeling that someone could experience. Not only to lose your best friend but to lose him after waiting for him to like after all this time.” You stopped yourself before you started to completely lose it, “You couldn’t expect me to wait for you forever. I’m sorry, Peter.”

Elemental Manifestation

Introduction

When you’re trying to manifest your desire, based on what method you go through, and how those elements energies interact with the world will determine, how those energies manifest your desire. Using certain methods that reflect more of one element then the other will inherently use that elements energies in order to manifest your desires, allowing that element to dictate how active, or passive the manifestation is, along with the speed. This concept can be brought into your magical working, so that you can understand how certain energies impact how your a manifestation will manifest. By understanding this you can use these energies to their full advantage allowing you to have full control over the energies, and how they affect the world around you. Elemental manifestation is broken down into the four western elements fire, water, earth, and air. When doing magick we usually bring these energies into our practice even if we do not do it voluntarily. These energies are prevalent in all things, but which one is primarily majority in a construct will then go on to dictate the energy construct’s behavior, which will go on to manifest your desire. These energies all have their own attitudes, correspondences, and demeanors. That allow them to act differently, even when we program our intent into them. The behaviour of these elements will be picked up in your magick depending on what method you use to manifest your desire, along with where you bring your energy from. Now we’re going to take a look at the elements to see how each one interacts with your energies, and your intent, when manifesting them.

Fire Manifestation

Your desire can be manifested through fire, through the act of gathering of fire energy, through such constructs, or methods such as candle magick, burning things, ritual fire, energy work, warm colors, and heat, along with many others. The energy that is going to be released, and carrying your intent is going to be very masculine, aggressive, projective, and active. This is going to allow your desires to go out into the world very quickly to manifest, but they will fizzle out quickly, because of the high amount of energy that they emit. Your desire will be a lot more like a burning flame, doing its job very quickly, while engulfing what it needs to live. This would be good for desires, and manifestations that you want to happen quickly, but don’t necessarily need to continue for a longer period of time. Fire energy is the quickest energy, but it is very aggressive, chaotic, and sometimes even uncontrollable.

Earth Manifestation

Your desire can be manifested through the earth element by bringing earth energies into your craft through such constructs, or methods such as sigils, amulets, talismans, crystals, herbs, animals, earthy colors, poppets, and witches bottles, along with many others. The earth energies that embody these constructs would carry your energy in a very feminine, grounded, receptive, and passive way. This would allow the energies to be very consistent, and balanced allowing them to be released overtime giving you a less powerful, but more consistent act of energy. This energy would act like the earth, and would remain for millennia at a time, working constantly, or only when it is supposed to. this would be good for desires, and manifestations that you want to happen for a long period of time in a very subtle manner. Earth energy is the slowest energy to manifest, but it is very well grounded, physical, and balanced.

Water Manifestation

Your desire can be manifested through water by bringing elemental water energy into your practice through such constructs, or methods such as cool colors, any form of water, enchanted water, blood, seashells, baths, and sea glass, along with many others. The energy of the water will carry your intent in a very  feminine, emotional, receptive, and passive way. This would allow the energy to go forth, and complete your desire well also being subtle, and able to adapt to that situation.This energy is going to act like a river, and be very subtle, while getting a job done, and being flexible. This would be a good energy to use when you are trying to manifest a desire that you want to be around for a little bit, but you wanted to work in a very subtle way. Water energy is the second slowest above Earth energy but it is very flexible, emotional, and changeable.

Air Manifestation

Your desire can be manifested through air, this could be manifested through such constructs, or methods such as invocation, chanting, blowing air on to things, vibration, music, and incense, along with many others. This Air energy is going to carry your intent in a very masculine, intelligent, projective, and active way. This would allow the energy to go out quickly, and complete your desire in the most efficient way possible in a very active manner. This would be good for things that you wanted done in a very specific way, and in a short amount of time. Air energy is the second fastest energy below fire energy but it is very quick, precise, and intelligent.

Conclusion

By working these manifestations into your practice you will be able to control, and work with your magick, in order for you to manifest exactly what you want. If you’re not going to use any of this in your practice, I hope you at least found something interesting. Thank you for reading, I appreciate it.

46 Quotes from David John Tennant ❤️❤️:

1. “I see nothing wrong with having an unhealthy obsession with something.”

2. “If they find what they expect, the physicists will party, if not, the physicists will party anyway, physicists are odd like that.”

3. “The audience is the final cast member.”

4. “I was still just the wee boy frae Paisley.”

5. “When you think about it, many aspects of how we look, the way we act…” [looks in mirror] “Or my insufferable vanity, are determined genetically.”

6. [while nuzzling the fur of Arthur the horse, which he is severely allergic to] “Are you going to be my friend?”

7. “Science is as much the pursuit of beauty as it is the pursuit of truth.”

8. “How long can you keep smiling?”

9. “The Doctor is based on who I would be if I had more confidence and didn’t care so much about what people think.”

10. “It’s time to positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.”

11. “I’m only looking at the twinkle of their soul in the starlight.”

12. “I suppose It’s only boring if you don’t have a washing machine.”

13. “Everything’s scripted! The air molecules are scripted!”

14. “We’re just matter. We can dream of flying across the universe, but what it comes down to is just a hunk of bone… The trouble with a cliché is that it loses its meaning.”

15. “But I wasn’t talking to myself. I was making up stories.”

16. “Everyone everywhere has the right to be happy and free… There are so many of us humans squeezing onto this wee planet and there’s no TARDIS coming to spirit us away. We have to look out for each other.”

17. “If I had to be stuck in a parallel universe with one fandom it would be the Doctor Who fans. I think they’re the cleverest. Quickest wits in the internet.”

18. “Sometimes I’m haunted by it, sometimes I’m enlivened by it, sometimes it weighs me down, and other times it’s like a drug and I can’t wait for the next sniff.”

19. “85.3 percent of actors are down-to-earth and reasonable.”

20. “You have to be careful with Shakespeare, because people tend to know it.”

21. “Some of my earliest memories are of being tucked up in bed while mum or dad read to me.“

22. "I have no real ambitions, just to live and fulfill myself, whatever that means.”

23. [about falling down on set all the time] “I would always get up and keep going, but nobody else would.”

24. “I don’t think anyone that is perceived as a villain sees themself as a villain.”

25. “A perfect idea, I suppose, it fires the imagination in such a particular way. Something to do with the fantastic and the futuristic coming together. The TARDIS is the most extraordinary vehicle you could imagine and it’s wrapped up in a scruffy blue phone box. The Doctor is the most clever, extraordinary being, and yet he is scrappy and anarchic. There is something more identifiable with the geek hero. We have to accept that somethings are sprinkled with fairy dust and we won’t know why.”

26. “If you could isolate the elements that turn something into gold you would be an alchemist, wouldn’t you?”

27. “A long table scattered with scripts, water bottles, and paper name plates stretched the whole length of the room. What felt like hundreds of people milled about expectantly, chatting, checking Blackberries, casting sideways glances as I tried to keep breathing and affect an air of insouciant calm.”

28. “In a suburban house in Paisley, a wee boy was sticky-taping his oft-snapped spectacles back together. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape.”

29. “I’ve always seen theatre as my natural mode of being.”

30. “I love you all passionately… And possibly carnally.”

31. “I would get to the point where I was rehearsing what I was going to say next: ‘excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, terribly sorry, but I need to go throw up in the dressing room.’”

32. “I’ve chosen to follow my own spirit.”

33. “Shakespeare’s plots and characters are catnip to actors… It sings to us.”

34. “I’ve been to lots of alien planets. You’d be surprised how many of them look like quarries in Wales.”

35. “There is quite a lot of science in Doctor Who, some accurate science, some of it quite elevated, and some of it that’s completely made up.”

36. “I’m always chasing the script that I need to be worthy of.”

37. “I would wander around, pretending to be all the characters. My parents would tell lots of stories of me wandering around the garden, talking to myself.”

38. “I was the one delivering flowers for people who were in actual relationships with actual human beings.”

39. “He’s cleverer than me, he’s quicker witted than I am, he’s more intelligent than me, he’s a better sword fighter than I am… I like to think I have at least a twinkle of all those qualities.”

40. “It’s difficult to describe your own personality… Happy, mostly, maybe a bit bewildered.”

41. “Suddenly, and quite without warning, there was a rupture in the fabric of space and time.”

42. “I thought that would be a very witty and expedient way to exit the room.”

43. “Other hair products are available.”

44. “I always get worried when adults say children don’t understand the difference between reality and fiction, because they do understand.”

45. “Hopefully I’m not as pathetic as I think I am at four in the morning.”

46. “A dream, while it’s happening, is as real and valid an experience as anything else. Until it stops.”

Little witch (Part 4)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 754

A/N: I am so so so so sorry for not posting the next part in two weeks. It’s the end of the school year so I had a lot of exams. Most of the times i was too exhausted to sit in front of the laptop and write. I really want to apologize if this part is not that interesting but i will do my best to post new part every day (but do not promise). Please let me know what you think about it ♥ It’s really important for me to know you opinion about the story :) Enjoy!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

“That’s how I burned down part of Hydra’s base.”, (Y/N) spoken softly. Tears that she didn’t know was hiding were now rolling down. Nobody said anything. They were shocked by what the girl went though at the age of seven.

“They were trying to program me. Their intentions were to create fighters better than the Winter Soldier and Black Widow.”

“If they can control them we are have a big problem.”, Tony stated as he tried to emphasize how serious the problem was.

“How many are they?”

“I don’t know”, the last events weren’t leaving her mind, “Probably 8 or less. I don’t know how many survived.”

“As far as we know the base is still whole. You may have burnt down part of it.”, Steve declared as he stood up and began walking.

“What did you feel?”, Bruce asked all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“What did you feel right before you burnt the base?”

“Oh. I- um…fire. Yeah, definitely fire, but not literally. I mean, it was -“

“Relieving? Taking you whole, feeling powerful because of the rage built inside you and yet it somehow calms you down?”, Banner finished her sentence.

“Exactly.”, (Y/N) was amazed by this. Mr. Banner wasn’t lying her when he had said he cannot control his anger that easily.

“What about when we found you?”, Wanda questioned as she understood what Bruce was attempting to o.

“Scared. Naked. Exposed. Breakable.”

“Mixed feeling, paranoia overwhelming you?”

“Yes.”, after some seconds Banner revealed his thoughts making them a statement.

“I think I know what your powers are.”

Ten minutes later the whole gang was in the training room waiting to see what the young witch was capable of.

“Are you sure Mr. Banner?”

“Call me Bruce, please.”, her gave the girl a smile and nodded, “Yes, I am.”

“But how can I control the elements? I mean, how did you find this out?”

“Fire is symbolized by rage, anger. It the Greek Mythology Ares, the furious god of war, is always drawn with red paint and flames around him. Also, when you said a great amount of different feeling overwhelmed you, it showed me that you can control earth. When we found you, your first action was to use those spikes to warn or kill the people trying to disturb you. Earth is believed to give humans stability. So basically your powers had tried to calm your mind down by using the ground as a weapon. But when Peter entered you shelter you were again taken by your fears making unstable and unpredictable like the wind.”

“So my emotional condition affects my powers?”

“That’s right. So now we would try to teach you how to use them without letting the emotions taking you over.”, Steve patted the girl on her shoulder.

“What if I hurt you?”

“Do not worry about us.”, Tony smiled in order to reassure her.

Ten minutes later all the Avengers were in a shield created by Wanda with her powers in the second floor of the training room. It wasn’t a whole floor just a part of it from where the instructor could watch or could enter the premises.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the great Avengerrrrs.”, (Y/N) ‘announced’ with a sarcastic tone in her formal voice, “Good to know old men and women are scared of a puny girl.”, Wanda who was standing against the girl laughed as she saw her friends trying to protect themselves in the shield she had created.

“Hey, don’t blame us that we value our lives and want to keep them as longer as possible.”, Tony acted as a drama queen placing his hand over  the place where his heart was supposed to be.

“Guys, you must accept it. She is right.”

“Why don’t you shut up and show the girl whatever you are going to show her.”

“As you wish Mr. Stank.”, Wanda retorted back and turned around to face (Y/N). The girl was nervous as she was able to see. Her hands were slightly shaking and she kept rubbing them against her clothes in order to remove the sweat, “So, I am going to attack you. Don’t worry i won’t hurt you. You just have to try to protect yourself somehow by using your energy. Just before that do not panic about the situation, that’s the most important thing you have to do. Breathe and then try to look deep inside you, searching for the power you want. Think about it, think how you want it to look, what and how you are going to do with it.”, the girl nodded but she felt nothing from this instructions was going to be fulfilled.

Wanda’s fingers were moving and seconds later they were shining in red but the woman wasn’t attacking her yet. (Y/N) did her best to follow the advice. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She had four powers and only one was able to protect her right now– air. The girl remembered the feeling when she had attacked Peter. The air was tickling the tips if her fingers. She looked for that feeling again but nothing happened. No strange feeling inside her, no power felt. She opened her eyes just in time to see Wanda’s magic coming towards her. She kneeled down to avoid it.

“Don’t give up. It won’t happen from the first time.”, Steve said.

The girl inhaled and exhaled deeply this time trying with another power. There wasn’t ground or water her so she had to use fire. This time was the same failure.

“Nothing is happening.”, the girl stated after her seventh attempt, “I feel nothing inside me, only darkness. Guess why? Because my fucking eyes are fucking closed!”  

“Language!”, Steve called from inside the shield.

“Sorry.”, the girl gave the man an innocent smile but deep inside her she was feeling the same way as she had felt in the Hydra base – as a failure, miserable failure that cannot do anything. What was she doing here? Why did she even trust those guys? Why the hell was she thinking the brown haired teenager is attractive? A lot of questions suddenly filled her mind making her feel odd, questioning all her actions since she exploded part of the base. What is she even?

“Earth to (Y/N)! Are you listening?”, Peter’s voice took her out of the trans she had been immersed in.

“Yes…no, sorry! It’s just… I’m sucking. I can’t protect myself by creating a stupid shield from air or fire. I don’t know how to use my powers and how to control them! It’s driving me crazy when I am failing at things. Especially this!”, the girl shouted as soon as despair filled her body. She wasn’t going to give up, no. She was going to fight with teeth until she reached the final but all those events that happened in the last three days…it was too heavy for her to bear.

“(Y/n), hey, you can do it. I know you can. You’ve gone through a lot and this…this stupid thing cannot stop you. You are brave, you are-”, Peter had approached the red shield separating the two teenagers that were slowly falling under the love curse of each other. His voice was soft, his intentions good and it was felt. But the girl was too gentle. Not like a flower that would break under a slightly rougher touch, but like a bomb that was going to explode if the person holding her didn’t know how to defuse it. Peter was from those who were about to get killed because of the wrong actions he made.

“You don’t know me to tell me what I am! I do not know what I am!”, she screamed at the boy. Her body was moving on its own. For a moment (Y/N) felt as a prisoner. She was seeing what she was doing but she couldn’t control herself. The girl felt it, the power that was running through her veins, that was slowly taking control of her hands, mind, thoughts…Her hands were on fire. She moved them towards the shield sending a fire orb. At first the shield swallowed it but then it began swelling and the fire finally was in charge. The shield was now like a cell keeping its victims. The small prison was causing troubles with their ability to inhale. Wanda did something and the small hell torture was gone. The girl was standing there, her feet glued to the ground not letting her move. She was like a living stone – looking unbreakable and hard but this event causing her to crack from inside. When she saw the avengers’ looks she finally felt what she was trying to hide. She was a dangerous weapon, the desired weapon from Hydra that could kill thousands of people without caring at first place. She felt guilt, but more important – part of her felt good.

“I told you we would need a shield.”, Tony stated as he and the rest of the group gave it a try to stand up. Most of them were shocked about what had happened. Of course, not about themselves but the girl. She was shocked – looking at a spot on the wall between the heads of her victims, not moving, pale as snow. Her bottom lip was shaking as her hands did.

“I-I…I am -”, they all knew she was going to apologize but it was hard for her to find the right words.

“Hey, kid, we are used to having our asses kicked. You haven’t hurt anyone, no need to worry.”, Steve rushed towards (Y/N) in order to calm the girl down. He knew what Hydra was capable of and what the girl had gone through was infernal. It would have been unnatural if she was stable.

“But I could have.”, Steve saw the tears forming in her (y/e/c) eyes. Seeing this little girl beside him made his heart shrink. How could he not see the broken, the innocent, the lost girl? He only thought of her as a way Hydra to entice them…He was supposed to be a superhero, to have faith in everything, to see the good in every bad. The blonde man had no idea what to say as though a cat had gotten his tongue. He opened his mouth to say something, to help this little girl who had lost everything in her life but he closed it seconds later.

Wanda came closer as she knew (Y/N) trusted her more than the others. Peter followed her actions but as soon as they were next to the girl she ran away.

“(Y/N)!”, Peter called after the girl and was about to run after her but Steve grabbed him, “She needs help!”, he demanded and tried to  escape the strong grip with no luck.

“She needs to be alone with herself right now, Pete. I think we might have damaged her more rather than helping.”

The next week (Y/N) was distant. She talked only with Wanda and Bruce and trained only with them. The others tried to make her feel as at home she never had but the girl was barely giving in. She was stubborn, that was for sure, but with nights spent at her room with Wanda she understood how wrong her actions are.

“You are not doing anything bad, but how they are trying to help and you should not be scared that you will hurt them. I know how you feel. When I began my training here I wasn’t as good as now, I almost crashed the training room down.”, the woman laughed at the thought that just appeared in her head, “I remember Tony’s face when he came down and saw one of the walls missing.”

“Really?”. The girl laughed along with her new best friend.

“Yes. He made me practice outside even after he repaired it.”, Wanda looked at (Y/N) feeling her as the little sister she never had, “See, no matter what happens they are going to be your family only if you let them. They are strange I can assume, we had out times of division but we came back together.”

It was 8.00 pm. (Y/N) was lying on her bed thinking about Wanda’s words as she tent to do the last three days. The girl felt Wanda as a sister she could trust. She believed her and knew that all the things she had told her were true. Strangely this people were trying to give her a home, to give her a family and she was backing. Why? Was it because it was happening too fast? Maybe because it felt so unreal that it was more possible to be Hydra test than a part of the reality? Only in her first day here she told them her whole story, she was given a private room, they tried to help her with her powers. And what did she do? She almost killed them and ran away crying like a baby…Yeah, a really good first impression. The girl had to accept the information that Hydra was away, not torturing her, not going after her or if they did, she was safe here with people to protect her and teach her how to do the same.

For a week she slightly improved her powers. Well, she still wasn’t able to control them but for now she didn’t need to be so angry to use any of her powers. The girl was trying to use the built in her rage to call her powers instead of letting the anger take control over her. (Y/N) was happy with the results for only one week and this success was one of the things encouraging her to go to the living room where the Avengers were meeting every night to eat and relax somehow.

(Y/N) stood up and looked in the mirror. She was wearing pink pajamas with unicorns on them which was definitely not her style. But what could she do? Wanda was too happy to call somebody a sister… The witch opened the wardrobe. The first time she did so she was amazed how big it was and most importantly that it was full of clothes fitting her perfectly. Now, she was kind of used to it but not at all. The girl took out comfortable jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. After dressing up she exited the room. Taking a deep breath she guided her legs towards the living room which was on the floor below. As she reached the glass door she looked inside. They were all scattered around the room – some on the sofas, some on the armchairs, and some on the floor. (Y/N) inhaled and exhaled deeply and then opened the door. The Avengers didn’t hear it because they were immersed in their conversation but e certain one did with his super senses.

The boy turned around and as the two lovebirds, as Tony liked to call them, saw each other they both stopped doing whatever they were for a moment. (Y/N) looked directly at Peter and for a moment it was only the two of them. The girl hated this feeling but as she had no powers in her emotions, neither on her hearth.

“(Y/N)!”, Wanda exclaimed and ran towards her to give her a hug. The Avengers looked at the girl surprised.

“Ms. (Y/N)!”, Thor came and ruffled her hair, “I am so happy to see you there.”, by his voice, the girl understood he had drank something but his relaxed behavior around her, the fact he was himself made her smile.

“Hello everyone!”, she greeted the gang and sat down next to Wanda and opposite Peter who was now giving her e reassuring smile. She smiled back, “Can I have a slice?”, she asked as the witch pointed at the three pizzas in front of her.

“Of course!”, Tony answered as he poured another glass of alcohol, “But hurry up because Thor is going to eat them all.”

(Y/N) laughed and joined the Avengers that night. At first she thought she wouldn’t fit there but she couldn’t have been more wrong. This was the first time from ages she felt happy again, she felt loved and welcomed. She wasn’t scared anymore, neither in pain. She was feeling young, carefree, free as a teenager should feel. The witch felt normal and for once in her whole life, she forgot about the nightmares that chased her each night.  

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@permanent-lines
How your feelings about Prince Zuko change and develop throughout the series.

“This guy is a total dick.”

“Ok, you’re still being a dick, but like it’s because your dad is a much bigger dick.”

“Still being a dick, and yet you’re really growing on me.”

“Can you just chill the fuck out for like five minutes?”

“For a villain, you’re actually really honorable.”

“Seriously, your family is the worst. Your mom and uncle are cool though.”

“I feel your inherent good nature conflicting with your shitty upbringing.”

“YAAASS you’re being so cool now!”

“See? It’s nice being a good guy.”

“Wait…What!? Why are you being a dick again?!!”

“I’m not mad, I’m just really disappointed…”

“Now you feel guilty about being such a dick.”

“You know you’re supposed to be a good guy, quit fighting it already!”

“FINALLY!!!!! You’re being so awesome now and I love you.”

“You could have handled that better, but you’re trying and I support you.”

“You’re seriously the coolest character ever.”

“Also your hair looks great right now.”

“I think all of Team Avatar finally loves you now too.”

“My love for you is infinite and undying.”

“You’re gonna be the best fire lord ever.”

“I want to have your animated children.”

“I’ve finished the series and I’m not coping well.”

“I need a series all about fire lord Zuko.”

The new show.

Okay, so the comics have been great and so was Legend of Korra. 

You know what I want, though?

And epic miniseries. About King Bumi. 

Called, like, 100 Year War. 

That starts with Bumi as a kid, The first scene is him being woken up by his mother. That there is someone at the door who needs to talk to him. Bam, it’s Monk Gyatso. He asks Bumi if he’s seen Aang if Aang is hiding with him. He looks scared, worried. Bumi is confused. His mother is very firm in him helping Gyatso, which of course he agrees to. 

BAM, we got lots of other characters! We got Fire Lord Sozin, his head generals, planning war. We got Fire Nation citizens interested in gaining titles and land willing to kill some Air Nomads for profit. We got a black market situation coming up. We got Earth Leaders fighting Fire Nation people off their properties. We got the Air Bending monks split, half saying war is upon us, we must act, the other half arguing against violence and that the Avatar is supposed to help them. 

We got Bumi, growing older, strained relationships with Kuzon forming with, “what do you mean your family is moving to a colony in the Earth Kingdom? That’s not Fire Nation, you need to leave.”

We got that crazy mean Air Bender from the card game who I NEED to be canon, who sells out the Air Benders for his own power. Who helps plot to kill the Air Benders, stands at Sozin’s side in the shadows. 

We get the attack. We got crazy special effects and theres blood and fire and screaming, and the monks walking into battle to give the children time to run, we got Monk Gyatso taking out an entire room full of fire benders by creating a tornado that sets everything on fire, including himself, he sits patienty, straight backed, meditating while he dies, while the soldiers around him scream in agony. 

We see a scene of the morning after, of Earth Kingdom citizens going to the streams and finding bodies in the water. We see Fire Nation marching. 

We follow Air benders as they try to escape. We got that one from the Card Game who makes it her mission to take out Fire Benders as revenge. She’s the Arya Stark of this show. She hides in the forest, using her Air Bending to ambush soldiers in their sleep, Air Bending slice! Blood on her face. Until after so much violence and loss and destruction, she loses her bending abilities. 

We see Air Benders run to the Poles, we see Water Tribe take them in, paint their faces to hide their arrows. 

We see Bumi find a group of Air benders. He swears he’ll protect them. 

We see the Fire Nation move on these nations. Demanding Air Benders. Tearing homes apart, setting streets on fire, building fake stupas as we saw in the comics. 

They use their raids as way to take over towns. Move in on land. Bumi’s home is being pushed back. The rebels try to fight them off, but soon Omashu is so small, nothing but the city center. 

And he loses a fight. The Fire Benders find his Air Benders. He’s too late. He has to hold them as they die. He failed Aang, he failed Gyatso, he failed these Air Benders, he’s lost Kuzon, and now he’s about to lose his home. 

Not today. 

His name is Bumi and he’s going to be the world’s greatest Earth Bender. His city needs him. 

AND HE BENDS OMASHU UP FROM THE GROUND AS WE SEE IN THE CARTOON. 

No Fire Nation can scale it. From their positions, the citizens have the upperhand. They drive the Fire Nation out. 

Omashu is declared an independent city by the Fire Nation. For now. 

And that scene, in the center of town, after their victory, the town pointing, screaming. “Where was Ba Sing Se to help when we needed them? Where was Goaling when the Air Benders needed saving, when Omashu needed help? Omashu is it’s own kingdom now!”

And the Cheering, chanting, pointing at Bumi, chanting, “King of the South, KING OF THE SOUTH!”

I might be watching too much Game of Thrones. I’m just saying, I’d watch the crap out of this. 

Alexander Nylander - Permission

Originally posted by intermissionpenguins

This is based off of a dream I had. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten


It was a rainy night in the bright city of Toronto. Drops of water making music on the window walls of an empty apartment. Thunder rumbling off in the distance. The light noise of a 90s TV show whispering in the background. A sweet sound of calm breathing where your head lies.

You sat comfortably on the couch, resting under a familiar arm. Face nested on his chest as you inhaled the smoky scent radiating from his body. Comfort fulfilling your senses relaxing into the boy you’ve become close friends with over the past year. However, never this close.

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Dark Percy - Evolution

Percy, after Gaea, still has nightmares every nights about tartarus, and wakes up in cold sweat every night. He could talk to Annabeth about it, or to Jason, or to- to anyone, really. He would, if it wasn’t for this tiny, treacherous voice that somehow is always there in his mind, whispering that no one can help. No one is willing to. No one cares.

Jason told him ‘I think I get it.’ and said no more. Leo - well, Leo isn’t there, is he, but he wouldn’t be right for that conversation. Frank wouldn’t be the right person to talk about it with, either, and nor would any others. And Nico avoids him like the plague since his declaration, and truthfully Percy knows he will have to talk to him about it, but like always that voice tells him it will be useless. No one listens to him, not really.

Annabeth, the only one he could talk to, doesn’t want to talk about this. The last time he tried to broach the subject, she said “Don’t.” and that was the last of it. She has nightmares too, but when he wakes her up, and lets her cry in his arms, shuddering, trembling, he can’t help but wonder if she’s remembering the monsters - or him.

Sometimes, he wonders if he is one of the monsters in her nightmares.

Of course, once she stops breathing too hard, once she stops being that lost girl that has seen too much, once she stops confusing nightmare and reality - once she stops flinching when she sees his faces cast in shadows… Once she stops, and regains some of her bearing, she doesn’t talk about it.

“I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to relive…” she trails off, eyes distant, then she smiles, a thin, forced little smile. “It’ll get better.”

And she starts talking about their plans, about graduation, and college in Camp Jupiter. She talks about the future, about her dreams, about architecture, and Percy listens and smiles, and nods. And inside of him, deep down, that treacherous voice wonders how she can talk about the future - how she can even think about it, when he’s still trapped in the past. When his own future seems blurry and dark and poisonous.

No, Annabeth doesn’t want to talk about her nightmares, and tartarus. At least with him. They think he’s unobservant. They all have always underestimated him, thought him oblivious - but he knows. He sees the way Hazel, and Piper, look at him sometimes. He has heard the hushed whispers, one evening when he went to see Annabeth and found her with the others. She talks to them.

She’s scared of him.

To be fair, he scares himself too, but the realization that no one is willing to help him like he tries to help them so often, leaves a sour taste in his mouth, like poison, like firewater. It makes the glass pieces inside him sharper, and nothing Annabeth can say or do seems to soften them again.

He starts to get headaches. Migraines.

At first, he thinks it’s the lack of sleep. Too many nightmares. Too many things he’d like to say. Too many thoughts in his head. Too much that doesn’t go away and that he doesn’t know how to control.

So after some time spent with a killer headache and the feeling he will never sleep again, he decides to go where he always felt best - in the water. One night, he simply has had enough, and jumps into the sea, goes underwater, and lets the waves comfort him, soothe him.

That’s when he realizes that he’s hyper-aware. He can feel the water around him more astutely than ever. He can feel the ground, too, in a different, more muted manner. He always could, but for some reason, now he is more sensitive. He feels like a sonar that no one thought to disconnect. But the water is soothing, and it overloads him in a good way.

He always feared drowning, but as he falls asleep at the bottom of the ocean, he wonders if it wouldn’t be the most peaceful way to go. The best option, really.

The next morning, when he gets out of the water, he hasn’t drowned. He also is still hyper-aware, but now he gets why. He can sense every water drop, every fluid everywhere. The moisture in the air, the water in the plants, his own blood thrumming in his veins. In a daze, he wanders into camp - and there he stops dead the first time he crosses path with someone, because he can feel their own blood thrumming in their veins too. And not only that, but every fluid in their body.

It’s terrible, and wrong and- and yet, he can’t help but feel fascinated. So much power, just as the tip of his fingers. He could just extend his will, the way he never dares to, and he could control everything. He could bend the grass. He could bend people… The glass shards inside of him rattle, and something twists in his gut. He looks down, horrified with himself for even thinking about it.

It will pass, he thinks as he sits down and takes a soda. It will go away.

But it doesn’t. It doesn’t - it actually becomes worse. Every water molecule, every fluid, he can sense. He can control. After a week of restraining himself, he waves a hand over a patch of grass, and watches in amazement as the grass follows. Then he doesn’t move at all, and still the grass twists like he wants it to. It bends, and twists, and with just a twitch of his finger, grass strands are ripped off the earth, turned to shreds, controlled by the water inside them.

Percy wonders if he could do the same to a monster - rip their limbs off, rip their heads. Make them last. Make them suffer.

The thought is so strong, so surprisingly exhilarating and exciting that it shocks Percy out of it. Whatever it was. He vows to himself to never stray down that path - Annabeth’s voice comes to him, telling him that some things aren’t meant to be controlled.

It’s easier said than done. Now that he knows, he has to make the conscious effort to take his soda by hand every morning, instead of just summoning it to him using the fluids. He has to make sure that some of his most violent urges stay that way - urges, that he doesn’t act upon. It’s hard, though. It could be so easy to make Clarisse shut up, simply make those little veins, and the moisture in her skin, go that way, and her mouth would be shut. Hell, with a little pressure there, she would choke on her own saliva.

That night, just like every night that week, Percy goes to sleep in the sea. Being surrounded by water calms his nerves, calms his senses, mutes down everything. 

For the next week, again, Percy tries his best, but it becomes unbearable. He has to try. And he’s terrified that he will give in to that urge - that he will hurt someone. He’s terrified that one day he will act by accident, a reflex that will send his friends against the wall like flies against a windshield. He’s terrified that he will hurt someone, but at the same time there is still this urge, primal and feral, to use his powers to their fullest extent. To slaughter monsters.

Two days later, Sally Jackson opens her door to find her son there. Of course, the first thing she does is telling him off for disappearing, for risking his life again, for not coming to visit sooner - then she notices the bags under his eyes, the twitch in his fingers, the way his sea-green eyes dart around, focusing on things she cannot see. She bites her lip.

“You look terrible,” she says. “Will you ever stop fighting ?”

Percy wants to laugh at that, but refrains - it would come out bitter, jagged, too sharp and dark, and she might look at him like Annabeth looks at him those days. He will never stop fighting, he knows. There is fire in his blood, destruction in his name, disasters in his inheritance. The sea can never be tamed, can never settle down. He doesn’t tell her this, because he doesn’t want her disapointed - and maybe, she knows after all. Instead, he smiles, something not quite warm and not quite large enough, and a bit crooked but still. He smiles, and says.

“For now,” he says. He hesitates, then. “Can I stay here for some time ? I need-” space, time, isolation, love, an anchor, “-some holidays.”

“Oh,” Sally looks surprised for a moment, then very pleased. She smiles softly at him. “Of course you can stay, Percy. This is your home too.”

Home. Percy lets her draw him into a hug, and tentatively hugs her back - though his fingers still twitch, and he can feel her heart, and her blood so near. He can sense the humidity of the air, can sense the plants growing on the balcony, two rooms away. Can sense people, in the appartement bellow them, and next to them, and something small - maybe a dog. He senses the canalisations, like veins in a rock body that is this building. His head is still aching. His blood is calling for fights to come. 

He wonders if it’s fair of him to expose his mother to the monster he is slowly becoming. He wonders if she’ll let him sleep in the bathtub, if she’ll let him lock the door just in case. He wonders if, maybe, with a bit of luck, he’d drown one night, in his bathtub. He wonders if the fact that the idea is oh so tempting makes him selfish.

“Yeah,” he finally rasps out, and it sounds distant to him. “Home.”

And he wonders if one day he will truly have one of those.

Witchcraft 101

I was asked to make a post about some basic information for beginners. This post covers a lot of information to start you off on. :)

I suggest you pick out a topic and start there by studying it and practicing it, and don’t forget that it’s your journey and you decide what you believe to be most important and don’t have tunnel vision ; feel free to expand your horizons.
Some subjects:
Symbols,
Animal magic,
History,
Sacred geometry ,
Herb magic,
Crystal magic,
Spells,
Potions,
Amulets/charms/talismans,
Animal spirits,
Deities ,
Elemental magic,
Esoteric,
Angle magic,
Numerology,
Poison path ,
Hexes,
Alchemy

Some wonderful authors 


Scott Cunningham 


Dugan


Gerna dunwitch


Worth


Eileen holland


Dugan


Judika illes

I do have a list of great beginner books that I suggest . :)

Candlelight spells 
-dunwitch


Spells for the solitary witch
-Holland


Mrs Bs guide to household witchery 
-Kris Bradley


The way of the green witch
-Murphy-Hiscock


Book of Witchery
-Dugan



Cunninghams book of shadows
-Cunningham 


Practical Protection Magic
-Dugan


Pure magic
-Illes

Some tips

1. Do your own research. 


2. Don’t be afraid to read about ‘taboo’ topics. 


3. Libraries are great places (if you can’t find a book your looking for , you can get one shipped from another library for free).


4. Their are many magical subjects to study. 


5. You don’t need any tools.


6. You can work magic in the kitchen with everyday ingredients.


7. You can write your own spells. 


8. Don’t do anything your not comfortable doing.


10. Don’t forget to Take notes (book of shadows)

A book of shadows is a book that one uses to wright about there experiences, there path, and anything they feel is important to add.

Some info for your Book of Shadows
(BOS) and you can put anything you’d like in it. :) few subjects you can go over in the book:


lunar calendar


Info about Your deities 


Herbs


Crystals


Sabbaths 


Correspondences


Tool info


Symbolic info


A bio


Book protection spell


Spells


Charms


Potions


Recipes
Notes from your craft
You can wright about anything in your book as each book is individual to the owner who wrights it. You can also have many BoSs and it’s ok to keep your old ones. :)

~THE BASIC TOOLS OF A WITCH~
**tools do not need to be used but make casting easer and this is not a complete list, as different paths have there own lists.

THE CHALICE 
the chalice is often made of silver, tho it can be made of any material. It is associated with water, and feminine energies.

THE CAULDRON
A tool of fire, often used to burn offerings , fire magic, or mixing potions. Many use cast iron cauldrons as cooking vessels.

DOWSING RODS
A divination tool often used to find lost objects or find underground water for well making.

MAGICAL JOURNAL
A magical journal often called a book of shadows due to pop culture , often used to keep a log of magical experiences, practices and recipes. 
Many believe the power of the written word, I personally believe that there’s more power in writing down it all by hand. You can use you book any way you want and name it what you want. It’s supposed to be personal and over the years you may have a series of books written by you.

THE WAND
A can be made with a verity of materials as well, many use certain woods and crystals while others use copper. They have masculine energies and considered tools of fire/ air. They are used to direct magical energies.
WILLOW: lunar magic
OAK: fire magic
APPLE: love magic
To name a few woods and magical uses.
THE ATHAME 
A double sided blade that is never to be used to cut any physical surface. The Athame is usually considered to be a tool of air/fire. Used to direct energy , it is masculine
THE BESOM
A broomstick it combines both masculine and feminine energies, used to “sweep away unwanted energies” never to be used for mundane but only for the magical, or else you risk loosing any magical power stores in it.
THE SMOKE FAN 
Used to move magical energies in a space, a tool of air as it can be used in combination with sage for a cleansing ritual.

~BASIC TOOL CONSECRATION~
Prior to consecration I rub the wand with fresh lavender ,eucalyptus or mint leaves.
When I consecrate my tools I hold the tool (wand) in my hand and visualize it absorbing my energies, then I purify the tool( wand) from its old energies with the elements , I choose to use the smoke method. While I smoke cleanse the wand I usually say aloud a blessing of the elements.
Elemental blessing: 
I HOLD IN MY HANDS THE (tool), WHICH I DEDICATE AS A TOOL OF THE (name of element) ELEMENT. I DEDICATE IT TO POSITIVE USES AS I WALK THE PATH OF THE WISE

A list of tools and ingredients that you may be interested in.
BASIC HERBS

BASIL (Ocimum Basilicum)
Gender: Hot
Planet: Mars
Element: Fire
Deities: Krishna , Vishnu 
Basic powers: purification,protection, exorcism, love

CAMOMILE (Anthemis Nobilis) 
Gender: Hot
Planet: Sun
Element: Water 
Part used: Flowers
Basic powers: Prosperity, meditation, money, induces sleep when burned

CATNIP( Nepeta Cataria)
Gender: cold
Planet: Venus
Element: Water
Deity: Bast
Part used: leaf
Basic power: love, animal connection, relaxation

HONEYSUCKLE
(Lonicera Caprifolium)
Gender: hot
Planet: Jupiter
Element: earth
Part used: flowers
Basic powers: prosperity, clairvoyance

LAVENDER(Lavendula Officinal) 
Gender: hot
Planet: mercury
Element: Air
Part used: flowers
Basic powers: love, protection, purification

MUGWORT( Artemisa Vulgaris)
Gender: Cold
Planet: Venus 
Element: Air
Deities: Artemis, Diana
Part used: herb
Basic powers: protection, clairvoyance

THYME ( Thymus Vulgaris)
Gender: cold
Planet: Venus 
Element: Air
Part used: Herb
Basic powers: clairvoyance, purification

YARROW(Achillea Millefolium)
Gender: cold
Planet: Venus 
Element: water
Part used: flowers
Basic powers: love, clairvoyance, exercisum
Via:Scott Cunningham

BEGINNERS OIL APOTHECARY >

Almond oil
Gender: masculine
Planet:mercury
Element:air
Powers: love, prosperity, wisdom

Bergamot oil
Gender:masculine
Planet:mercury
Element:air
Powers: prosperity, protection

Eucalyptus oil
Gender:feminine
Planet:moon
Element:water
Powers: cleansing, healing, Protection

Frankincense oil
Gender:masculine
Planet:sun
Element:fire
Powers:Peace, protection,exorcism, spirituality

Jasmine oil
Gender:feminine
Planet:moon
Element:water
Powers: love, sexuality, goddess

Lavender oil
Gender:feminine
Planet:Venus 
Element:water
Powers: cleansing, purification, relaxation, healing

Patchouli oil
Gender:feminine
Planet:Saturn
Element:earth
Powers: love, healing, passion

Sandalwood oil
Gender:feminine
Planet:Venus 
Element:water
Powers: dreams, divination, enhancing psychic abilities
Via Phyllis curott , Scott Cunningham

BEGINNER CRYSTALS

QUARTZ CRYSTAL
planet: sun, moon
Element: fire, water
Powers: protection ,healing,power, lactation

AMETHYST
planet: Jupiter , Neptune
Element: water
Powers: dreams ,overcoming alcoholism ,health, healing ,psychic abilities ,peace ,love ,protection, happiness

TURQUOISE
planet: venus, Neptune
Element: earth
Powers: protection, courage, money, love, friendship, healing, luck

TIGERS EYE
planet: sun
Element: fire
Powers:
money ,protection ,courage ,energy ,luck ,
divination

SUNSTONE
planet: sun
Element: fire
Powers: protection,energy, health ,sexual energy

MOONSTONE
planet: moon
Element: water
Powers: divination ,psychism, sleep ,gardening, protection, youth, dieting

ONYX
planet: Mars, Saturn
Element: fire
Powers: protection, defensive magic ,reducing sexual desires

APACHE TEARS
planet: Saturn
Element: fire
Powers: protection, luck

OBSIDIAN
planet: Saturn
Element: fire
Powers: protection, grounding ,divination ,peace

MALACHITE
planet: Venus
Element: earth
Powers: power, protection ,love ,peace, business success

JET
planet: Saturn
Element: earth
Powers: protection, anti-nightmares, luck , definition ,health

FLUORITE
Powers: mental powers, calming

CARNELIAN
planet: sun
Element: fire
Powers: protection, peace , eloquence, healing, courage

CANDLE COLORS
WHITE
All purpose, unity, purity, cleansing, peace, balance, spirituality, healing, innocence, rain, magick involving young children, truth, consecration, balancing the aura

RED
Passion, vitality, strength, survival, fertility, courage, sexual potency, mercy, action, danger, war, fire element, conflict, sports, independence, assertiveness, competition


BLUE
Communication, will power, focus, forgiveness, good fortune, weight loss, truth, fidelity, patience, domestic harmony, organization, removing bad vibrations, sincerity, astral projection, water element

YELLOW
Masculine divinity, great fortune, abundance, prosperity, male energy, understanding, divination, fast luck, solar/sun energy, positive attitude, justice, health, attraction, luxury

GREEN
Prosperity, abundance, money, physical & emotional healing, growth, luck, marriage, tree/plant magick, acceptance, weather, counteract envy/greed/jealousy

PURPLE
Wisdom, influence, spiritual power, contact with spirits, drive away evil, change luck, independence, government, break habit

PINK
Love, compassion, nurturing, femininity, friendship, romance, partnership, spiritual & emotional healing, protection of children, domestic harmony, self-improvement, maturity

ORANGE
Creativity, self-expression, intellectual matters, overcoming addiction, legal matters/justice, joy, business success, ambition, vitality, fun, action, opportunity, celebration, investments

BROWN
House blessing, animal/pet magick, earth magick, concentration, material goods, stability, locating lost objects, earth element, real estate, construction, food, financial crisis


BLACK
Grounding, wisdom, learning, protection, safety, reversing, uncrossing, unhexing, repelling black magick, banishing negativity, releasing, shapeshifting, defense, scrying, pride


— Casting circles
Using an athame draw a circle around your working area , and then invoke the elements and chosen deities ( optional) then proceed eith your magical workings. There are may ways of casting a circle, everybody does it there own way.
-Invocation of the Elements 
Via Cunningham’s book of shadows
Air,Fire,Water,Earth
Elements of astral birth;
I charge you now; attend to me!
In the circle, rightly cast,
Safe from psychic curse and blast;
I charge you now; attend to me!
From cave and desert, sea and hill
By wand, blade cup, and pentacle
I charge you now ; attend to me!
This is my will, so mote it be!

-Dismissal of the elements
Earth, Water ,fire and Air
Elements both strong and fair,
Return to your abodes now; Flee!
This is my will, so mote it be!

Centering ritual
To be centered means it balanced physically spiritually and then all the set-top bodies as well this concept is a bit intangible most simply know the feeling when we reach it. to use stones to aid centering like those Used in meditation ,stimulate the mind and is recommended for spirituality clear fluorite is a good choice for this task, and restaurants are that are good for both sending and grounding hold the stone hearthstones while the meditate practice breathing exercises are use this out and like music or bells you can also gaze at the stones and practice centering this way in addition using prayer beads can help one become centered and focused.
Chant: 
Body mind and spirit now align
center focus on this goal of mine 
subtile bodies balance to the core
clear and strong I’m ready to explore
-Chan can help create a sense of connectedness
To the sky spirit , rise
with my voice Lift my eyes,
see the sun, moon, and stars 
touch them all, mine and ours
Via Book of Crystal spells 
by Amber Grant

Circle of protection incense
Designed to protect a person, home, or place of business from evil influence.
1 oz powdered sandalwood
1/2 oz powdered 5 finger grass
1/4 oz. powdered frankincense 
1/4 oz grated orange peel
1/4 tsp. saltpeter
1 dram of gardenia oil
2 dram tincture of benzoin
1/8 Fl. Oz =1 dram 
1/4 Fl. Oz = 2 dram
Tincture of benzoin
2 oz powdered benzoin
4 oz water
12 oz alcohol
Keep this mix in a bottle for 2 weeks and shake daily, then strain the liquid for use.
— Ray T. Malbrough


Grounding ritual
You’re well grounded you’re cleared of excess energy you’re probably connected so any excess energy flows to their lack of grounding during Ritual is Dangerous, there are symptoms and nervousness ,short temper, fatigue ,illness other symptoms may be exhausted at your immune system my weekend so that should does may include dizziness and unbalanced feeling ,being confused ,chakra balances and chakra energy disturbances in the aura or subtle bodies.
Select stones to ground and think heavy especially talk Ors Load Stone Scalia and Hematite, bronze and Brett are less commonly used that are both heavy and also good choices aground. Dark Colors like black tourmaline, smoky quartz and Onyx can also be used. experiment, with everyone to fill which one works for you. hold the stone your hand cupping one palm over the other. Popular visualization for grounding it’s imagine yourself as a tree roots digging into the soil, you can also visualize yourself a stone.
Chant:
To The ground I am bound 
see my roots reaching down 
to the weight of the stone 
one with earth, flesh and bone
Via The book of Chrystal spells 
by Ember Grant

-if you have any questions or concerns please send me an ask and we could talk. :) the-darkest-of-lights

Hair, Symbolism, and Azula's Descent into Madness

Not my hair! Father always loved my hair!

One of Bryke’s favorite forms of symbolism has to do with hair. We see it with Zuko (both with him cutting his hair in “The Avatar State,” and growing out his hair as  symbol of his gaining wisdom as the series progresses); we see it with Korra when she cuts her hair in “Korra Alone”; with Tarrlok as he adds more and more braids to his hair until he has as many braids as the man that he never wanted to become; we see it with Kuvira whenever she loses control of a situation which causes her hair to become unkempt; and, most notably, we see it with Azula.

The same principle used for Kuvira’s hair symbolism (unkempt hair whenever they lose control) can also be applied to Azula. However, with Azula, it’s not just about control–it’s about perfection. It’s about living up to her father’s standards. After all, shes a prodigy, and Ozai would expect nothing less.  

Azula grew up in a world where she was held up on a pedestal as her father’s prodigy. As such, she was forced not only to surpass her brother in the art of firebending, but to be perfect in every way in order to meet her father’s absurdly high expectations. This caused Azula to be obsessed with perfection and control. Consequently, to be anything but perfect and to lose control would mean falling short of those high standards set by her father.

And that’s precisely what happened. Her plans began to fail, pawns began acting on their own. She was no longer in control. She was no longer perfect. Her world began to fall apart around her, and she was left with nothing but her hallucinations.

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answering asks!

SOME GOOD QUESTIONS UNDER THE CUT!!! idk how many ppl read these but u def should if wanna kno more abt my goofy ocs >:^)

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For the lovely anon who asked “can you write jercy when they are secretly dating and decide to come out under ridiculous circumstances” on @pjofluffguard ! Hope this is what you wanted! (hah take that @ ashlee and dan we’re fighting back) 


See, the thing about secretly dating was that you had to be conspicuous. And although Jason and Percy seemed to think conspicuous was their middle name, having gods for fathers really didn’t help their case.

When Percy first asked Jason to be his boyfriend, when they were tangled up in a makeshift fort on Percy’s bed in the middle of the night, a lightning storm appeared. Jason couldn’t stop grinning, and couldn’t stop saying that yes, of course, there was nothing in the world he wanted more (“shut up Jason, you’ve said it five times already, we’re already together”) and just outside the camps weather-protected walls rain pelted the earth relentlessly.

The first time Jason hugged Percy, long before they started dating and just when Percy started to realize that a lip scar was the most beautiful thing in the world, faucets in the bathroom a few yards away started to go haywire. A poor, unsuspecting Hecate kid got a jet of water right between the eyes.

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Promises kept

Based on “Imagine being in love with Kili, and Kili in love with you in secret, but Thorin announces an arranged marriage between you and Fili, so Kili gets into a massive argument with Thorin, revealing to the whole company that the two of you love each other” from ImaginexHobbit.

Tagging @misswinchester221b by request :)

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Erebor, like so many things embellished by long imagining, fails to live up to your hopes.

There is the relief, as your little band of latecomers straggles into the mountain, of finding the rest of the company alive and unharmed by the dragon’s wrath, the elation of standing in these fabled halls at last…and there is Bilbo’s dire warning by way of greeting, the greedy, sickly light in Thorin’s eyes as he broods over the treasure hoard, the unnatural reverence in his voice when he speaks of it.

The joy of your reunion prevails at the meager supper Bombur prepares, from which Thorin is conspicuously absent. You sit close beside Kili, clasping his hand under the table while you listen to the colorful exchange of stories of survival, marveling inwardly at the miracle that you all sit here together, spared. A more sober mood falls over the table when Oin and Bofur take it in turns to tell the harrowing account of Lake-town’s destruction.

Conversation wanes with the flames of the lanterns, and Balin, to whom everyone seems to look for guidance now, seems weary in soul more than body as he tactfully suggests finding a place to lay your heads.

“We’re all lodged in the royal halls, for now…they’ve taken less damage, being further in the mountain. Any unlocked door is free for the taking.”

Together, you find your way to the chambers that have been cleaned and made habitable, though they remain shrouded in musty darkness. Fili is the first to find a vacant room, peering into the open door by the light of the lantern he carries while Bofur and Oin disappear into the gloom of the long corridor.

“Well, I reckon this’ll do for me. Good night, you two,” he says tiredly, though his cheek dimples with a smirk as he adds, “try to get some sleep, hmm?”

Kili gives him a playful shove into the room, and as the door closes on Fili’s low chuckle, the two of you move on to the chamber one door down. The handle gives when Kili tries it. The circle of light from your own lantern shows a threadbare but ornately patterned carpet, the arm of a settee, and just emerging from the shadows, the foot of a large bed, its canopy supported by wooden posts with intricate carvings.

You hesitate on the threshold.

“I suppose we should take separate rooms,” you suggest, but Kili immediately shakes his head.

“No,” he says firmly, a glimmer of pride flaring in his eyes as he takes your hand in his. “I’ve had enough of hiding. I don’t care anymore who knows…I want all of Middle Earth to see you by my side.”

You smile in spite of yourself, in spite of the melancholy uncertainty that lurks in the dark. An answering grin steals over his face and you yield to the gentle tug of his hand, allowing him to lead you inside.

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