knife with runes on

ponponkittykat submitted: 

I had so much fun making Chara! I just love the little picture of Chara doing the spoiler thing XD So I mad a thing! Hope you like it! :)

ponponkittykat submitted: I sent the wrong image (>////~////<) I’m so sorry DX Here’s the better version and resolution!


Scout - This blade can be found in my etsy shop! The glass vial has some laborite beads in it to ward off evil spirits, the cork on the vial has the Algiz rune as a ward from evil. 

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cityof-roses  asked:

I just finished reading the codex and it says that inanimate objects won't react to runes. But Clary drew an angelic rune on a knife to kill demons. So if you draw one on a rock and throw it at a demon will the demon die? Sorry for another question!

This is what the Codex says:

“"Some Marks are applied to the bodies of Shadowhunters, and some are applied to physical objects. It is usually not dangerous to draw a body Mark on an inanimate object—a rock that has been given the Voyance rune will remain the same inanimate rock it was before. Applying object Marks to a Shadowhunter is somewhat more dangerous, as they will apply to the person’s body as a physical object. This is occasionally useful. Note that Marks intended for inanimate objects, like all Marks, cannot be placed on mundanes or Downworlders, as the usual risks of madness, death, or becoming Forsaken still apply.“

I’m sorry the Codex was confusing; we’ll attempt to clarify this point in the next edition. There are runes that work on inanimate objects, like the open rune, the locking rune, and so on. Then there are runes that aren’t meant for inanimate objects, like the voyance rune and the parabatai rune, and they won’t do much of anything if you put them on an inanimate object.
Clary was able to put an angelic power rune on a knife and use it to harm demons because of her exceptional abilities with runes. Doing so wouldn’t work for an ordinary Shadowhunter. I mean, I guess if you put a rune on a rock and managed to throw it in such a way that the rune itself made contact with the demon, the demon might sustain a minor rune burn. But it certainly wouldn’t kill them.
This question highlights the reason adamas and seraph blades are so important—Shadowhunters simply don’t have many ways to harm demons without them.

Ivar Headcanons- Ivar in a Relationship

Not to be confused with “Ivar as a lover” (wink wink) which I plan to do eventually.

Ivar does not know how to be in any sort of relationship. He has never assumed he would have the chance. What woman would want to be with a cripple? Who could exist that would take his heart tenderly in her hands and cherish it? He has taken his desire to be loved and pushed it deep, deep down; locked it up and thrown away the key. He has encased his heart in ice, unworthy to be warmed by any flame of passion.

So when he finally meets someone who truly wants to love him, and that he truly wants to love in return, he does not know what to do.

It is difficult, at first. Everything he wants to say to you comes out wrong. He does not want to treat you like he treats the world, with harshness, sarcasm and bitterness. But he cannot change in the blink of an eye. In the fledging stage of your courtship, there are many times where he causes your eyes to fill with tears with his callous words. It makes him hate himself even more then he already does. He curses his lonely childhood, his twisted legs, the gods for giving him false hope. Yet, you still come back to him, as if you can see there is something soft beneath his hard exterior.

Slowly, he begins to learn. He grows more and more comfortable with you, and his edges begin to soften. His words become kinder, his touches become gentler, his heart begins to unthaw. He has always seen it as a weakness, to show emotion. But with you it does not feel like weakness. With you, it feels like strength, and he feels better for it. He finds himself telling you things he would never share with anyone. It is scary and new and somewhat of a relief. Now he does not have to carry so much weight, he does not have to bottle things up so tight.

Despite this, he will never be a man of many words, or of romantic, flowery language. But he can be a man of action. The words “I love you” stick to the roof of his mouth, but he braids your hair for you after you wash it. He sharpens your knife and repairs your armour. He crafts protection runes to keep you safe in battle. He keeps you warm at night and worships your body with his over and over and over again. Even with his insecurities about his abilities to please you, he finds that physical love comes much easier to him. He has always been skilled with his hands and a quick study. With time and careful practice the rest falls into place, and he gives himself to lovemaking with the fervour and passion he gives in battle.

He learns to love and receive love in return. He cherishes you like he would a precious treasure from a successful raid. His icy heart melts and melts against the flame of your love, and he burns with the joy of it.

But regardless of all these changes, he is still Ivar the Boneless. He rages, he hurts, he gets insanely jealous and throws petty fits. Odin help the man that sends you even the slightest flirtatious look. He snarls and spits and screams “Mine!” He sometimes forgets you are a person and not a possession. It leads to many nights full of screaming and hurtful words and objects being thrown. He needs to always be in control, and you struggle with him for balance. He still clings to his old beliefs that he is not deserving of love, that you will leave him when someone better comes along. You can ease that belief, but some scars will never truly fade.

Loving him is not easy like breathing, or fair and sweet like a summer’s day. It is like being caught in the riptide, not knowing whether you will make it to shore or drown in the salty sea. It is beautifully and deadly, like a shining silver swords ready to pierce your very heart. You carry a great weight when you hold his heart in your hands, and he knows you will cry as often as you will smile.

But he is desperately grateful that you try.

Happy Monday, sister wives! ❤️

Love, Hope, and Misery: Chapter 6

Alec looked down at the large scar over his chest. It was huge and pink, healed by Magnus’ capable hands but it would never go away and he knew it. He was lucky it hadn’t gone through any of his runes, although his other wound had. 

He glanced down at the bandages still covering the knife wound around his iratz rune. Izzy had stitched it and Magnus had used some spell to ease the pain but the scar would forever stay and the rune could never be used again. 

He wasn’t exactly sure why, but the knife the seelie had used, and the way she’d cut him, made the rune useless. Now that his permanent iratz rune had been destroyed, he couldn’t create another that would stay for more than a few hours. 

Izzy was trying to figure out what she’d done to cause such a strange reaction, but for now everyone had agreed that Alec could not get hurt again, and that, he’d have to heal the slow, mundane way. 

Alec pulled his shirt down on his chest carefully, trying not to jostle his broken ribs too much. He was still badly bruised from Izzy’s CPR, as well as his brief fight with the seelie before he was drugged. 

But he was feeling much better than he had before, and Izzy deemed him healthy enough to leave the medical wing, so he was going straight home to Magnus’ apartment. 

The warlock came in then, holding a glass of thick green sludge and a handful of pills, with a black hoodie wedged under his arm. 

“Here, drink this and take these." 

Alec grimaced at the concoction in the glass as he took the small handful of pills. 

"What is that? Is that alive?" 

Magnus made a face and pressed the drink into his boyfriend’s hand. "Of course not, I killed it first. Would you just drink it, please? It’s to promote healing and calm the mind. And those pills are from Izzy, they’re antibiotics." 

Alec groaned in annoyance but did as he was told, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes as Magnus pressed a hand to his forehead. 

"I don’t have a fever, Mags." 

"Calm down, I’m just making sure. Put this on and then we’ll get going." 

Alec took the hoodie offered to him and accepted Magnus’ help putting it on. He was still weak and healing, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do anything himself. 

He went to get off the bed, only to have Magnus stop him with a hand to the chest. 

"Are you sure you’re ready? Maybe you should just for a little longer." 

Alec groaned, throwing his head back. "Magnus! I’m fine! We’re just going home so I can go back to bed, it’s not like I’m going on a hunt or anything." 

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "That’s right, you aren’t going on a hunt and you won’t be for a long time. You’re going to stay with me forever and never go back to those dangerous missions." 

Alec was about to protest when the warlock placed his hands-on Alec’s cheeks, being careful of the graze still healing over his jaw.

"You can’t so no to me Alexander, you love me too much." 

Alec laughed as magnus used his kitten look, that ‘up through the eyelashes’ with a little pout, look that Alec could never resist.

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Personal Power and Warding Amulet

NOTE: Highly personalized, involving associations, meanings, and experience unique to myself. Do not attempt a by-the-letter replication.

● one bottle charm
● storm water
● Himalayan salt OR sea salt
● iron nails
● aquamarine
● 3 small sea shells
● 3 small rose quartz beads
● super glue
● candle wax
● a knife

Boil the storm water, add salt. When it is done, soak the iron nails. Transfer the water to another container to freeze. Remove the nails, freeze until solid. Remove from freezer, thaw and soak aquamarine. Remove aquamarine. Get bottle charm. Place in shell and rose quartz. Fill with water. Super glue cork and hook shut. Seal cover with candle wax. Use knife to carve rune into wax if desired.

Done on a waning moon, charge with starlight.


Yael had spent her days and nights staking out spots for when her and Cecilia would finally take the final step to serving the ultimate justice for what this asshole did to her lover. She stands by the fact that she’d do anything for this girl - even if it goes against everything she’s been taught, even if it means that wherever they make the sacrifice, nature might be tainted but at least the world will be without a man, a witch, like this. Sure, he isn’t the only one but…she can’t think about him continuing to walk free while her girlfriend is tortured by what he’d done to her. At one point, Yael wondered if killing him would truly heal some part of Cecilia but the girl seemed so adamant that it would…and she’s not going to deny her that possibility. If it doesn’t then she’ll still be here for Cecilia.

The next morning, Yael had gathered the ingredients needed(the amount of skepticism she’d gained from Adelaide throughout this journey was astounding.) They even fought about it because the woman thought that Yael was still trying to find Lyla, reach out to her somehow and even when she denied that…Adelaide wasn’t hearing it. That isn’t something she can worry about right now, though. Yael will make up with her - she knows Adelaide would never hold a grudge against her…even if what she’s doing is dangerous - that much her best friend obviously knows. With a satchel laid out on her bed, Yael began to carefully place items such as candles, lighters, chalk, ropes in it. The spell she had perfected that’d help knock this fucker out, written on a piece of paper in her pocket, to make it easier to get him to their final destination was ready. Yael went over many possibilities on how powerful this guy might be but from scoping him out herself, she could feel that his powers aren’t nearly as strong as her own. 

A few hours later, Yael had the dagger that Cecilia would use - it was laid out on her altar with her family book of shadows right near it - the pages open to the incantation they’ll need to use to burn the right runes into the knife that will not only take this fucker’s life but his power as well. She took out her phone and called her girlfriend “baby, where are you?”


A/N: IT’S HAPPENED! THE REVEAL. AND THE DATE. This chapter was so much fun to write, even if most of it was done between the hours of 12 and 4 am lol. 

Hopefully more explanations about magic will be coming up soon, now that the plot is on a roll! Speaking of magic, anyone have any ideas what’s up with the Mermaid’s Tail yet…. :D

Thank you for all the kind words, I love seeing what you guys say in the tags <3

Natsu Dragneel is just an ordinary 21 year old trying to get by on his craft’s business, keep his landlady off his ass, and grow his friendship with his new weird neighbour Lucy. Without revealing that he’s a witch. Or his cat can fly and talk. So maybe Natsu isn’t that normal. Things take a serious left turn for him when people from his past start showing up, and he and Lucy as well as some new -and old- friends travel across Fiore trying to find some answers. But the question is, will they be happy with what they find?

Wiccan!Natsu AU

Pairings: Nalu, Fairy Tail

Words: 5983

Rating: M

Part: Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part SevenPart Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen,Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three

Natsu couldn’t stop pacing. The pasta bake was in the oven, one of the simplest but still ‘romantic’ recipes he had found while trying to make his way through -the truly fucking horrible- websites that had popped up when he Googled first date ideas. He couldn’t tell whether Lucy should be thankful he had subjected himself to that gag-inducing horror or if he should never speak of it again. Considering some of the gross sex tips he had seen on -Cosma, Kosomo, whatever- he would go for never speaking of it again. But his fear of burning yet another oven apart wasn’t what had him so on edge.

Instead he was mentally going through every single magical thing he owned, and making sure it was shoved into his spare room. His bookshelves seemed more barren to him than usual, but he had enough herbology and mechanic books to make it seem presentable, not to mention the multitude of statues and odds and ends he proudly displayed. Even if Lucy didn’t know their true value she should still know what was important to him. Natsu had a feeling she would like that. All of the bones and stranger ingredients were tucked away in the spare room, along with his work bench, scrolls, extraction setups, and spare materials. He nervously tugged at the edges of the long sleeves on his tight black shirt, trying his best to brush off the blue cat fur that clung to his top and his nicest -aka the ones with the fewest holes- pair of jeans. He was still unsure if he should wear shoes. Was it normal to wear shoes in you house? Of course not, but this was a date, and more importantly it was a date with Lucy and oh god what if he fucked it up what if the oven actually did catch fire again and-

A gentle weight settled on his head, sparkles dancing through the air as Happy’s wings dissolved. “It’ll be fine Natsu, just take a deep breath,” the cat’s high voice sighed, tone almost pitying as he tried his best to get his witch to relax. Somehow Happy did help, the comfortable weight reminding him that if Lucy hadn’t run away screaming in the last few months of being with Happy and Natsu then she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. “I don’t even know why you’re nervous,” Happy continued to say, more confused than annoyed, “Lucy’s almost as weird as you. You should have seen the way she kept looking at your butt,”. The small feline began to snicker, Natsu feeling his nervous grin melt into a more confident one. He already knew the way she looked at him, but the reminders were nice.

“I know buddy, its just… What if she sees something that freaks her out? Or realizes how much more amazing she is, or…” Natsu started to ramble, yelping when sharp claws dug into his scalp. He quickly detangled Happy from his hair, holding the unimpressed cat by the armpits and watching as his tail flicked in agitation.

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OKAY this is obviously a huge spoiler for the trespasser dlc but i had to draw it

i’ve seen some cool spirit/magic hand headcanons but i REALLY want dagna to make a cool rune-infused mechanical arm for the inquisitor! especially for cadash inquisitors! if anyone’s going to be making functional metal prostheses, it’s gonna be the dwarves! 

it can be used without any attachments as a day-to-day arm and then you can fit personalized rune fist/knife attachments on it for battle. you can switch out the attachments if you want different runes!

dagna probably also makes a lighter version (think furiosa) for everyday use since a giant metal thing is probably really heavy but the heavier version would be more sturdy/useful in a battle!

blackwall also probably carves the inquisitor some simple wooden hands for when she wants a lighter limb! maybe some intricate/ornate wooden versions for formal occasions?

i was super inspired by fma and the equalist gloves from korra if you couldn’t tell already!!!

urban fantasy au inventory 

For my annoyed fae warlock/persona

-bag of holding

-knife/steele/with craved runes

-book of spells

-2xblack sharpie

-large bag of lemon cough drops

-1xturquoise necklace

-small thing of instant coffee

-crumpled papers, receipts and one dollar bills. 

-half a bottle of diet green tea