The seal of protection, privacy and invisibility – can be stamped or marked on documents to protect them from prying eyes, lest the witches’ venom befall them. Can also be used to hide oneself from that which walks on the astral plane.
The Serpent’s Key
Used to see that which is hidden – aiding in the perception of the Unseen: be it spirits, deities, omens, etc. It might also be employed to find lost or hidden objects, and expose secret truths people are hiding. In addition, it can also be used to reverse the Serpent’s Lock if the key is added.
A kiss is a very powerful thing, even in fairytales and lore of the past the power of kisses are told of (true love’s kiss, siren/mermaid kiss, first kiss, etc). a kiss can be a powerful tool for any witch. Here are a few suggestions for using kisses and the power they hold.
Use a kiss to charge objects: crystals, tarot cards, charms, amulets, etc etc. Use it to send your emotions and energy into the object. Love is a good emotion, but any positive energies you wish to charge the object with can be transferred this way. Adding your love to something can really give it a boost as well! Especially if it is for another to use. (Note: do not kiss toxic stones please! Be safe and smart)
Spell Sealing: Use a kiss to magically seal spells such as jar and bottle spells or use it to strengthen a (cooled!) wax seal. Imagine placing the kiss its like placing an invisible seal upon it, stamping in energy to lock th spell inside.
For Air and Wind spells: For all of my fellow witches who use air and wind spells, blowing a kiss after a chant or spell to summon a wind in the direction you wish it to blow is a good way to guide the wind but also show it positive reinforcement. Use it to show your gratitude for the wind’s cooperation. It is best for gentler wind spells.
Glamour and Beauty spells: Kiss the mirror after a beauty or glamour spell. Thank the mirror for its aid and seal any negativity into it. It also a wonderful way to reflect love back at yourself!
Love Spells: Kisses are great for powering up love spells! Kiss a candle before lighting it (careful if you are using essential oils be sure not to kiss where they are), kiss the written name of the one you desire, kiss a charm or amulet to help bring love into your life, and finally blow a kiss when finishing the the spell to close it.
Kitchen Magic: blow a kiss to finish a dish (don’t be too close though, don’t want to spread germs) to put a final charge of love into it before serving it to others. Good for with tea and coffee spells too!
Public Magic: Want to remain discrete while casting a spell in public? Blow a kiss! Its much subtler than pointing or hand motions, especially if it is a positive spell you are casting on another or a friend but it is also good for curses, either way its a wonderful way to send your intentions. Whisper the words or chant needed for the spell (if any) under your breath, imagine them them gathering in an orb of energy at your lips as you do so. Then do a subtle kiss motion on your lips (no hands and no ‘fish lips’, you are trying to be subtle). Then release the energy and words towards the target with a gentle blow of breath, sending the ball of energy in that direction.
Mourning/Remembrance Rituals: Ending such a ritual with a blown kiss to close it can help release your feelings in a positive manner and close the ritual with love and sincerity.
Thanking tools: As someone who uses tarot cards and many other divination tools, I like to place gentle kisses to the sides of the decks after using them to help bond with them. To show them my gratitude for assisting me in not only readings but also in my spell work. I also before days where I know i will be doing a lot of divination work, I will kiss them to help charge them up (as said above). It is an excellent way to bond with your tools!
A worker, who claimed to have worked with Versus XIII before it was changed to FFXV, has leaked some information. Knowing that Versus XIII’s theme was MISERY (Nomura himself said that) and that the game would be very dark with heavy issues, this does sound legit. The original Versus XIII concept contained such things as yakuza boss Regis, him selling Noctis for a demon so that he’s bound to serve the Goddess of Death in this life and in the next, Noctis being addicted to hallucinations causing drug (manufactured by their family) and which gives him ability to see Stella (who is a real person, but no one else sees her).
The full text in the picture says:
“For example, one of the main characters of the game, Stella,
inflected bodily harm on herself so that she could commute with what she
believed to be deceased relatives (this behavior was actually the result of a
certain medication she was prescripted for sleep disorder earlier in life, an
ironically is a major plot point – more on that later). This ultimately
culminated at her accidental suicide, which the main protagonist, Noctis, being
told he was responsible for her death (he wasn’t, at least not directly).
Moreover, many of the cinematic sequences in the game contained depictions of
violence against women (it was completely in the context of the story=, with
one sequence involving the implied rape of Stella in the hands of the white
haired character many have seen in the original Versus trailer (Seifaris, in
English). A key scene involving a ceremony of sorts demanded to be pulled
altogether, effectively ruining a major plot point. Said scene involved demonic
“claiming” of Noctis in his mother’s womb, Cycillia Lorette Caelum, the ruling
Queen and the wife of King Regis. Due the pact made by his father (originally a
“don” sof sort the Lucii yakuza family, not the good, watered down king written
much later) Noctis was bound to the servitude of Etro, Goddess of Death (in
this life and the next). This covenant gave the line the Lucii the Ring of
Binding, power over life and death, through the Crystal of the Void (all this
will be explained in the footage, so don’t get too caught up on it). So that
the course had to be cut, citing “potentially sensitive religious content”
since the character (Noctis) was more or less written as this world’s antichrist, cursed
by his father in a deal with the power behind the Void to bring the coming
A sequence involving a car chase and shootout, giving the player
the option to kill Insomnian citizens. This is only due the fact that the
target is running and attempting to hide within the crowd. This was probably
one of my favorite early game scenarios, involving Noctis, Varis (bald headed
bodyguard character that drives Noctis in a particular trailer, the one that
keeps telling him to wake up), GLadio and Ignis. If you takes with delivering a
large quantity of a street drug (secretly manufactured by a pharmaceutical company
ownded by the Lucii family, of course) called Lunatelristium, marketed ad
Lunatel, street name “Luna” (seriously though) that causes its user to have a
lucid dreaming effect, where the individual is awake, yet sees things in the
real would as through it’s a dream (loved ones long expired, ghosts, demons,
locations changing back to how they looked in your earlier memories ect. It
works on putting the minf in a state on conscious REM) – originally developed
as a military grade sleep substitute for the Insomnian military (this concept
was later adopted into the Magitek project), and used in a weaponized forms
against a particular nation with disastrous effects.
Noctis being addicted to
this substance was absolutely essential to how the was able to interact with
the female protagonist (Stella), as no one else would see her for a certain plot reasons, all of which is revealed about two hours into the game. He is only
convinces that she is a hallucination after being held and interrogated by the
INPD (yes, the original game had a police department in Insomnia, along with
all the other normal things you would see in any regular city) – with the
division head showing him camera footage of him covering no one as the bullet
are being fired at him (Noctis thought he was covering Stella). Stella is in
fact real, but it is a bit too convulsed to type without me spending 30 more
minutes that I don’t have. Much of this information I did not release in my initial post
months ago anonymously, because quite frankly, I was afraid of losing my job
and legal ramifications. Now that much has changed thanks to fan outcry (yes, they DO
listen),a lot has changed… which I can’t discuss at this particular moment.
Now, you have my permission to release these plot details, but I am going to be
honest in saying that I don’t know if Square will immediately hit your channel
with a cease and desists, citing ownership of the content, but the fact is you
won’t be posting any content, only information that is valid. This is where it becomes
complicated and I cannot give you the best advice.”
Also a following message from the leak:
Hi, I am OP. I will clarify this point. Everything to described is unfortunately accurate, (I did not write it, that is the way they are explained). These events are listed as Chapter 1, with the second chapter beginning with Insomnia’s Crown City have its crystal actually extracted, by a small team of special forces units that literally blow the gates to the thrown room to get to the Crystal Vault (from the email). The key person is the white haired individual who is the adopted brother of Stella, who uses the spell ‘holy’ to nullify the unholy magic sealing the crystal, causing a magical explosion that takes out the top of the Lucii Family’s tower. They then storm the building with these forces in what is described as a “ruthless massacre”, shooting simply people who work there and don’t even have knowledge of the Crime Family’s illegal activities OR the Crystal. Holy is cast and the Vault opens revealing the Crystal. it is then “smuggled out”, collapsing the “Embrace of Etro”, something that causes the city to stay in perpetual night and be covered in a huge blueish shield. Then a coordinated attack with Magitek airships and Walkers start invading during Noctis’ Art of Insomnia Ball where he meets Stella. This is when the attack formally commences. I will post unreleased storyboards to display this with text in Japanese and english below it.
Sorry I could not type more. I am being bombarded.
ALSO; if this is true, we will get this original game in some extent:
“Hi, I am OP. This is the next FF project that will enter full development when Episode 2 of FFVIIRemake has begun. The source says the development team is simply calling it "Final Fantasy Versus”. No number.Likewise, Nomura did not come to Square to request it, but agreed it will be made in an agreement with him supporting FFVIIR project fully. Via e-mail. Thank you.I’m sorry, I know nothing else development specific.“”
Hey, could you please recommend me some books or information to read about sigils? Thank you so much
Ooh have I got a thing for you - [my sigils FAQ blog page]. If you can’t view that, you can find a rebloggable version [on my old blog], but some of the links might be dead / broken at this point. (I hardcore need to rewrite that for this blog, don’t I?) Imma copy and paste the links and resources section for you from my blog page, just in case:
Its McCrees birthday and everyone is at his house for a the party, They are having a good time then Gabriel pulls out a Ouija board from his bag and tells everyone to gather round to play it. McCree, being the biggest scaredy cat when it comes to paranormal things reluctantly sit down in the circle. He’s the birthday boy so he HAS to join in.
Everyone except for Lena, Gabriel, McCree, Hana and Jack sits out because everyone else mutually agree that they’re gonna die if they join in
Gabriel, knowing full well McCree is scared of paranormal things gets him to ask the spirits if they are here. He’s only doing it because McCree and Hana played a prank on him and Jack earlier in a week where they mixed hair dye into Jack’s shampoo. Granted he’s not complaining about his boyfriends sexy black hair now (He likes it because his boyfriend looks edgy and it’s all he’s ever wanted for him). He would NEVER use a Ouija Board in his home, fuck that, it’s only okay to do it in his adopted sons home because he’s a demon of a son so it makes sense
McCree sucks it up and they all put their hands on the planchette (The Pointer thingy) and McCree squeaks out a greeting and ask for the Spirits name, and suddenly the pointer starts to move, everyone gasps and watches with baited breathe as they watch it move to the “H”. McCree holds his breath and tries not to laugh at his friends scaring him. Eventually it spells our “Hanzo” and McCree, albeit still spooked, but the idea of using a Ouija Board looks at Gabriel and says “Hanzo? Really, what a awfully stupid name, you could have atleast made up something better to scare me” and then Gabriel just looks at McCree his face literally just says “I’m not moving it” then suddenly the pointer jerks out of everyone’s fingers off the desk into the wall and everyone SCREAMS.
McCree lets out a loud “Oh fuck this no” and quickly puts away the Ouija board, covering it in hopes that it would make whatever spirit that they were talking to go away
After a few minutes of everyone just being shocked and spooked Gabriel squeaks out “We didn’t say goodbye to end the contract” McCree says “Well boo hoo it’s gone now, get that Ouija Board outside of my house right now, I’m NEVER letting any of you do anything like that again in my house”
Few Hours Later after everyone’s gotten drunk and forgot about the incident they leave and McCree goes and curls up in bed with a smile on his face because what a good birthday. His peaceful sleep is suddenly interrupted when he dreams of pale skin blue skin and a snarl which makes him wake up with a shout, Breathing heavily he looks up to see a figure standing in his doorway and he lets out the loudest, manliest scream he could muster as he trips and falls out of bed reaching for Peacekeeper on his bedside table.
Suddenly there’s a oddly warm hand over his mouth muffling his yelling and then he’s being pushed down onto his bed and he looks up and he’s greeted with the exact same blue skin he seen in his nightmare, swallowing while trying to gather himself he looks into his attacker’s eyes and for a second all time freezes as he looks into pale white eyes.
Coming back to his senses McCree closes his eyes and tense his body as he tries to brace himself for being ripped to shreds by a demon, because, there’s a demon holding im down staring right at him with a scowl.
Then a husky heavily accented reaches McCrees ears as said Demon says “Cease your screaming, i am here to make you end out contract so i can leave, you didnt say goodbye”
McCree nods as the hand frees his mouth and he all but squeaks “You’re not going to kill me? You’re the Hanzo? The….. demon from earlier?’ and Hanzo replied with a "Yes i am, Though i want nothing more than to punish you for insulting me earlier, i promise i will not hurt you”
Then McCree passes out
Blah blah blah he wakes up thinking it was a dream but it wasnt then he freaks out again and Hanzo promises not to hurt him again and that all he wants to do is to end their contract but informs McCree he needs the Ouija board they used because like ritual magic seal bindings voodoo voodo stuff so McCree calls up Gabriel and asks from him to bring it over without explaining it and Gabriel is like “Oh yah we kinda threw out into the river because Jack was to scared to bring it home he said he would hold of sex if i didnt get it as far away from him as possible”
Upon hearing this Hanzo gets mad and shifts into a full on terrifying demon form and McCree closes his eyes and literally almost starts crying from seeing this and Hanzo looks at the human and feels guilty. So shifts back into a less terrifying form. Hanzo says there’s no way to end the contract and that they’re stuck together unless McCree dies which McCree instantly freaks out over but Hanzo looks at him and says “Even though that’s the only way to end our contract, i cannot harm you in anyway since i promised you never bring any harm to you. Damn Hanzos pride, he’s gonna have to suck it up being attached to this his scruffy cowman until he dies, it’ll only be a few decades. He can easily deal with that. Since he’s like a thousand years old.
McCree slowly comes to terms with being actually Haunted. He buys Garlic because he things it will help protect him against Hanzo but Hanzo laughs at him then puts a entire garlic bulb in his mouth and eats it as McCree watches on in horror.
Time pases. Hanzos annoying because he’s literally always watching McCree going "Ooo What’s this” “Ahhh” “What peculiar technology” and idk McCree shows him his TV and he spends hours watching it and it’s the only time McCree has been able to get away from him. Which he defiantly doesn’t spend jerking off to a certain pale blue demon with gorgeous glowing white eyes and rippling muscles.
McCree contacts Zenyatta whos like a exorcist or something? Idk? He can’t help though. Lame.
I ran out of ideas, You finish this AU. Bonus points if Hanzo is a succubus so he needs to have sex to feed or something and because he’s bound to McCree he’s the only person who he can be intimate with. Just as long as they “kiss kiss fall inlove”
I present this video as a must watch for casual Magic Players everywhere.
Modern and Standard deck prices are outrageous. Unless you can only get true fulfillment from competitive magic, or you have a passionate interest in speculation and finance, you will suffer the feel bads if you try to play that game. The sad truth is that competitive Magic drives demand and therefore prices, and without supply side adjustments, those prices will stay high, and continue to rise.
But all is not lost. We don’t have to play that game. If you’ve ever complained about the crazy cost of Modern, or Standard rotations that trivialize your favorite deck that you put so much time and money into. If you’re tired of the diminishing returns of rogue deck building in competitive formats. And most of all, if you’re tired of complaining, waiting for Wizards to fix things, then stand up, and take matters into your own hands.
SEALED IS THE ANSWER. You support WOTC directly, who makes this wonderful game we all enjoy. You have an even playing field, that still respects skill. Build your collection while enjoying the game. Build your deck without having to chase rares or mythics.
Prerelease is already the best Magic event for Casual Players. Why leave it at that? Make FNM Great Again! Don’t let something like Copycat Combo ruin Magic for you. Don’t let the exorbitant prices of Modern discourage you from meaningful competitive play! Sealed has something for everyone.
At the end of the day, we all just want to sit down and play Magic. Whether at your LGS, or around the kitchen table, Sealed IS the answer. Go in on a booster box with friends. If someone wants to join in, all they need is six boosters. The customizability, affordability, and balance of this format are its strengths.
When I go to see a movie, or buy a video game, I am not paying hundreds of dollars. I shouldn’t have to in order to play Magic. Opt out of the destructive debates over Standard and Modern. Choose the format that is self regulated, and most prioritized by WOTC. Play Sealed.
Companions react to the inquisitor having hemophilia! (The medical condition.) Especially romanced Dorian! Thank you!
Cassandra: Solas reported the condition to her during his inspection, and advised caution– even suggesting they avoid combat altogether. Cassandra has met hemophiliacs before– often they’re members of royal families, so it only mildly surprises her. She’s antsy whenever they have to go out where there could be fighting. Usually if they start bleeding, a mage can seal the wound, but it makes her nervous every time. If Romanced: The anxiety she feels when taking him to go close a rift is doubled. She knows his duty, and won’t keep him from it, but she’s exceptionally protective on the battlefield, no matter how much he insists he can fight.
Iron Bull: He figures it out immediately, because they get a cut during the first fight in which they meet him, and it doesn’t stop bleeding. He calls Dalish over to have her close the wound, and suggests they get heavy, full-body armor, regardless of class. The Qun has developed potions specifically for hemophiliacs that help blood clotting, and he manages to get the formula from his contacts in the Ben-Hassrath. If Romanced: He tries to act calm, but the others notice the excess of clotting potions in his bags as they travel, weighing him down, but he never says a word about it.
Blackwall: They get grazed on the arm when they first meet him, and he stops short during their conversation to ask if they’re alright, gawking at the still-bleeding wound. One of the mages seals it, and it’s explained to him that they’re a hemophiliac. He tries not to make them feel self-conscious, but it makes him extremely nervous any time they go into battle with him. If Romanced: His anxiety is turned up to 11. He takes it upon himself to carry clotting potions, and never leaves her side in battle, much to her chagrin.
Sera: She gets gradually more and more concerned when they don’t stop bleeding, until one of the mages handles it. “It wasn’t stopping.” she states, befuddled. “Why didn’t it stop?” The condition is explained to her, and she cringes, hard. “That sounds like complete and utter shite. Don’t go getting like the warriors do in battles, you’ll bleed to death!” If Romanced: She doesn’t want her fighting. “I can’t lose her just because her blood doesn’t know how to fix itself!” she snaps. “I don’t– I can’t– fuck!” She carries clotting potions in her pouch for her and scolds her if she gets too close in combat to the action.
Varric: He hears it from Solas as he prods the apostate following his examination of the prisoner. He’s particularly careful about pointing Bianca around them, and warns them to steer clear of his bolts– and careful with paper. “What sort of story would it be if the hero dies of a paper cut?” he says, half-joking. “Just… be careful, Inquisitor. And bring potions. You’re going to bleed now and then during this adventure.”
Cole: “Warmth oozing out, flowing free and freer, skin whitened, head heavy and light at the same time, it won’t stop, get the healer, it won’t stop. It must be hard. I am sorry. I’ll try to help.” The Herald finds their room significantly more bereft of things that could even remotely break the skin, much to their annoyance, but they know he’s just trying to help. He always seems to pop up with a clotting potion whenever they start bleeding.
Dorian: He knows that hemophiliacs are prized in Tevinter for their usefulness in blood magic, and frequently encounter abuse, slavery, and murder as power-hungry magisters seek them out. However, he’s never actually met one in person before. He jumps when they start bleeding for the first time and don’t stop. “Kaffas! Hold still, I’ll close that for you.” he insists, and makes them stand still while he magically seals the wound. He lets out a weary sigh and looks upon them with worry. “If this was Tevinter, you couldn’t have gone five minutes without a magister trying to snatch you. Please, do be careful, and let me know if you start bleeding– I can fix it.” If Romanced: He’s constantly worried about him fighting– or being near anything sharp. What if I’m not there if he gets hurt and he bleeds out? The thought terrifies him, and during battle, he constantly casts barrier, perhaps more than necessary, on him.
Solas: He discovers the condition when he first inspects them. The wounds they have won’t stop bleeding, and don’t until he magically seals them shut. He hears how long the bleeding lasted, and concludes they have hemophilia. He decides there’s little to do for it but ensure a mage is nearby to help if the Herald is not a mage and cannot close the wounds themselves. If Romanced: There’s almost no difference between this and regular romance, save for the fact that he’s a lot more protective when they go to close rifts, and he seems to spend a lot of time trying to research a better way to manage the condition.
Vivienne: Several members of the Orlesian royal family have hemophilia, so she’s well acquainted with the disorder and how to treat it. She can usually either use her magic or give them potions to aid in clotting if they start bleeding. “It is a dangerous condition, but manageable,” she says, “just do take care, my dear. We can’t have you bleeding out.”
Josephine: She questions the necessity of having the Herald actually fight beyond closing rifts, citing a concern about their condition. Eventually conceding they have no choice, she puts in orders for supplies for potions to clot their blood if need be, and a constant supply of resources is on hand at all times. She also hires the best doctor to look after them. If Romanced: She frets every time they go out; the very thought of them being seriously wounded or dying scares the life out of her, and she starts almost starts crying or actually starts every time they leave to do any fighting.
Leliana: She doesn’t want this knowledge getting out of the inner circle and the healers. Enemies will try to use it against them, and she has more agents watching them than normal, at least at first. Their death spells doom upon all the world, and she will not allow it.
Cullen: He cringes when he hears, and expresses concerns over their fighting; like most of the other warriors, he recommends they train in very heavy armor, regardless of class. If Romanced: His headaches pound worse, not just with lyrium withdrawal, but the fear of losing her heightened. He makes a habit of looking her over for injuries every time she returns to Skyhold and asking her if she’s been harmed. She rolls her eyes when he’s not looking, but allows it; he cares, so much, and she knows it.
She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.
“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.
It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.
Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.
“Kai,” she choked.
His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.
“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.
“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.
“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”
“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.
“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.
Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.
Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.
His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.
“Ka-” she began.
But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.
“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”
He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.
“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.
She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.
“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.
She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.
All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony.
“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.
Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.
“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.
Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.
She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly.
“You’re better than him,” she stated.
Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers.
“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.
Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.
“You’re better,” she whispered softly.
She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.
“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.
She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.
“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”
Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.
“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” her face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.
He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.
I was thinking last night about - what if Sirius wasn’t sent to prison and Peter was caught back in 1981? Harry would still of had to go & live with the Dursleys as Dumbledore would have wanted to still seal the magical protection from Lily.
So imagine Sirius showing up at Privet Drive 2-3 times a week to pick Harry up. In his leather jacket and motorcycle…..
- leaving tyre marks through Petunias perfect lawn and exhaust soot up the drive
- giving Vernon increasingly annoying nicknames to piss him off “alright V-Dog is Harry about?”
- slipping Dudley dirty magazines with a wink
- flirting outrageously with “Mrs Nextdoor” much to Petunias dismay - she not jealous at all! She just thinks he’s a toe rag!!
- Remus coming along at weekend in his cute sweaters and thread bare jackets looking cute but always slightly scruffy but being impossibly polite and charming and complimenting Petunia on her hanging baskets and she can’t really hate him even tho she tries.
- Vernon showing blatant homophobia which only encourages Sirius to carry out PDAs on their door step and smack Remus on the arse as he mounts the back of the motorcycle while Vernons face become a deeper shade of purple and Petunia tries not to faint
- Harry being so excited waiting for them to come and get him and even asking Dudley if he wants to come along cos he’s a cinnamon roll and wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out but Vernon absolutely forbids it
prerelease is right around the corner, which means it’s a good time to remind
you that most of the cards you’ll be playing with this weekend will be commons.
Sure, it’s nice to open bomb rares and mythic uncommons, but your success will
largely hinge on you identifying which of your common cards will be able to
rise among the worthy.
As I do with every new set, I’m going to briefly
highlight a common card from each color that I think will pull its weight in
limited. These tend to be workhorse cards that have a specific job to do and do
it well. They’re not always the flashiest, most efficient, or sexiest cards,
but they’re the ones that will give you their all to earn a victory.
They think the rest
of the crop is below them. Because they physically are.