summoner's call

3dspacejesus  asked:

[Prompt]: A fantasy world is so used to human children arriving to go on quests and learn moral lessons that they've set up a whole bureaucracy to deal with it.


“Trudy C-”

“Is that a nickname?  I need your full name.”

“…Gertrude Chau.”

“Favorite mythical creature?”


“…do you have a second favorite?”


“I can get you mermaids.  What were you doing before you - how did you say you got here?”

“I looked under my bed for monsters and fell.”

Scribble scribble.  “Before that, what were you doing?”

“We just moved and -”

“Hang on -”  Papers rustle.  “Which of the following best describes your attitude: excitement about your new opportunities, apprehension about your new school or neighborhood, resentment at loss of old friends and familiar settings, or other?”

“….what does resentment mean?”

“It means you’re mad that they were taken away.”

“That one.”

“Okay.  And, fingerprints here in case you take longer on your quest than you’re supposed to and we need to do a locator spell; and would you like a dagger, magic wand, animal companion, or bow and arrows?”

“I only get one?”

“You can combine the animal companion with another option if you fill out form 37-J -”

“I’ll just take the magic wand.”

“There’s a bin of them by the door; take one and then recite this fairy-summoning chant to call a guide fairy and be led to your destination.”  Stamp, check, peeling of carbon paper.  “This is your copy.  Next!”

“Call To Arms” A Spell To Summon/Call for Emotional Support

Based off the spell from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim this spell will allow you to call for aid, whether it be spirits or people, in a time of need. Though, afterwards please talk to someone to try to get their support as well, someone you trust.

What You’ll Need

  • A pink and orange candle
  • A candlestick
  • Full moon water
  • A medium sized ceramic bowl
  • Mortar and pestle
  • A milky quartz or amethyst
  • Sea salt or Epsom salt
  • Lotus flower
  • Dried Juniper berries
  • Poppy seeds

What To Do

  • Place your candle in the candlestick and place it the center of the bowl.
  • Muddle your lotus flower, juniper berries, salt, and poppy seeds into a powder.
  • Spoon the powder into the bowl around the candle.
  • Then place your stone in next to the candle.
  • Light your candle and slowly pour the full moon water around the candle, say/think “A call to arms I decree, come to me in this time of need.”
  • Let the wax drip into the water until the candle is half way melted and then blow it out and take out your stone.
  • Dry it off and keep it under your pillow, the stone is now a beacon that will attract support.
Irma’s Fog Calling Spell (W.I.T.C.H Inspired)

A spell to call fog to your area.

You will Need:

  • A Sigil for Fog
  • Piece of Paper
  • Blue Pen
  • Pot with Lid
  • Water (Rain water works best)


  1. Fill your pot with your water and place it on the stove. Turn your stove onto medium
  2. Draw your sigil onto the paper and fold it up
  3. “Foggy Day, Foggy Day, I call for you. Cover the lands in haze and mist, bring the shroud of water and dew.” 
  4. Drop in your paper and cover your pot and let it boil. While it does visualize in your mind outside your home surrounded and shrouded in mists and fog.  
  5. Carefully remove lid once its boiling and release the steam. “I release you into the air, so come forth. Bring me a Foggy Day.” 
  6. Turn off stove once the steam was released. Let your water cool and dispose of it properly.
New May Books

Hellooooooo pretty books 📚📚📚

Just Dreaming by Kerstin Gier (Book 3 in the Silver Trilogy | May 2)
The Battlemage by Taran Matharu (Book 3 in the Summoner Series | May 2)
Spill Zone by Scott Westerfeld (May 2)
Count All Her Bones by Apirl Henry (Sequel to Girl, Stolen | May 2)
The Traitor’s Kiss by Erin Beaty (May 9)
No Second Chances by Kate Evangelista (May 16)
The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich (May 16)
The Truth About Happily Every After by Karole Cozzo (May 16)
I Believe in a Thing Called Love by Maurene Goo (May 30)

Cleric: “She’s a half-fiend!”
Demon: “Correct.”
Cleric: “You are literally in a room filled with corpses of people she murdered.”
Demon: “I mean, it’s their fault for not paying me what I was promised, but yep, that was me.”
Cleric: “She’s coated in blood.”
Demon: “Red is a good color on me.”
Cleric: “She’s a demon- she’s chaotic and a liar and how can you be so nonchalant?!”
Demon; “He’s right, you know. You shouldn’t trust me. I’m kind of an asshole.”
Cleric: “Why are you agreeing with me?!”
Demon: “It’s funny to watch you get frustrated because your party keeps flirting with me despite you being 100% correct about my evil nature.”
Cleric: “UGH.”

The cleric ended up calling her summoner to make her leave after the demon started hitting on his fiancée.

Protégé (M) [Part 7]

Originally posted by jjks

[1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6

Word Count: 17.9k

Warnings: Sexual abuse, violence, degradation, a lot of dark, sad shit.

With each minute that ticked by, displayed by the bright red, digital numbers on the dash, Jungkook began to feel more anxious. They’d been driving for a while now, long past the vibrant lights of the city. They were going far too fast for him to even think of bailing–there was no way he’d live through a tumble from the car, and a part of him worried that that fate might be preferable to the one he was currently headed towards. He moved his eyes to stare at the profile of Mrs. Choi, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her, her lips pressed into a line of painted red more suited to a woman half her age.

It was then that Jungkook realized he very probably hated this woman. It was in the very next moment that he realized he very probably only hated her because he was terrified of her. He’d been seldom afraid of much in his life; his brother getting sick, of course. But as far as people were concerned, Jungkook found comfort in the knowledge that he could hold his own. He needed this woman–or rather, he needed Mrs. Choi’s money, and there was no telling what he’d be put through to get it. A frightening thought occured to Jungkook in the fact that he’d have to take whatever she put him through if he wanted to save his brother’s life.

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Shout out to Kelly Armstrong for creating a YA book series with
· believable main characters who are able to let the romance take a back burner to their fucking lives falling apart.
· Non glorification of mental disabilities and illness
· Characters that get periods, have acne, smell bad at times, eat the way they want, and JUST FUCKING BEHAVE LIKE TEENAGERS AND NOT SUPERMODELS IN A HIGH SCHOOL SETTING.
· Challenging the “boys will be boys” trope.
· Challenging racial stereotypes
· POC protagonist and main characters

“(Blaming a child with mental illness for not getting better…) wasn’t like pushing a reluctant student to get a passing grade. It was like blaming a kid with a learning disability for not getting A’s”.

“Why was it that every time a girl said she had a problem with a boy, it was written off as ‘oh he likes you’ as if that makes it okay?”

-all chloe saunders from The Summoning.


March 10th 1876: First telephone conversation

On this day in 1876, the first telephone conversation took place between Alexander Graham Bell and his lab assistant Thomas Watson. Bell had recently secured the patent for his new invention - the telephone - and three days later succeeded in making a call. He summoned Watson from the next room thus making the first, albeit very brief, telephone call. Controversy surrounds the invention of the telephone, as there have been claims that the credit for the invention in fact rests with another inventor: Elisha Gray. Gray had also been working on a device for transmitting voice messages and both filed the patent the same day, leading to speculations about who got there first. However, whether erroneously or not, Bell is the one credited for the invention of the telephone, and he and Watson share the fame as the people who made the first telephone call.

“I then shouted into M [the mouthpiece] the following sentence: “Mr. Watson, come here — I want to see you.” To my delight he came and declared that he had heard and understood what I said”
- Bell’s diary entry from March 10th 1876

Buckle the fuckle up kiddos, it’s time for an examination.

Convoke, thanks to our amazing followers, means to call together/summon. And we, the fans, do that every day. We talk about him constantly. We feed him. We fuel this fire and we are the reason why he exists, that’s nothing new, but that DOES explain why “convoke” is thrown into the mix.

If you read the first words downwards, it spells out REBORN. Which we already saw in the picture that he posted when he first died his hair.

Let’s look at the other hints he’s left:

No strings attached

…guys i think we’ll see him tomorrow.

Simple Stormcalling

     Stormcalling is a very old category of weather magic which is used with the intent of creating, summoning and controlling storms. There are many methods for carrying out this act, but one of the simplest forms of Stormcalling is to simply whistle. One long whistled note imitates the sound of the wind itself, and the witch can visualize the blowing winds and coming storms while producing the sound in order to enact their will on the weather. 

     Some witches will also use the same method, but gently blow air from their mouths instead, which may be useful in situations where you may want to summon the wind or call a storm but would draw unwanted attention by whistling aloud. You can experiment with the tone and harshness of the note, perhaps using higher, sharper notes to manipulate harsher winds and storms. Varying tones can be used to demonstrate changes in the wind as well, starting loud and harsh and becoming soft and low in order to slow the wind and calm the weather.

Doomed — Min Yoongi (06)

Words: 3,000+

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + angst(?) + fluff (a lot of fluff, because I know you guys need a break from angst sometimes ;)

Description: After you kicked Yoongi out, he never returned. Would he ever come back to you? Or do you have to go to him?

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You never knew that living without Yoongi by your side would be so painful. You were so used to him always being here. Whether it was making you feel like the luckiest girl on the planet, or annoying the hell out of you, Yoongi was always with you.

You missed him. So much.

It’s been 2 weeks since you kicked him out that day. He hasn’t come back since then. You secretly wished that he would. At least, just once.

You had to cope with the emptiness in your heart. You tried to cope by thinking good thoughts instead of bad ones. Maybe Yoongi hasn’t come to check on you because he wants you to have some space first? Maybe he’s too scared to confront you again?

Maybe he’ll come today.

You thought that everyday. “Maybe he’ll come today.”

But he never came. He never did.

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raspberry--raindrops  asked:

How would Ignis react if he got corrective eye surgery so he could see again and he sees his s/o for the first time?

I had originally planned to write a whole one-shot for this and everything, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a good while… so I’m writing it now.

  • When Iggy’s s/o told him that the team working on the reconstruction of the Citadel had found a way to bring back his eyesight, he was in disbelief. 
  • “This… this isn’t a dream, or some joke, right?”
  • Of course not. His s/o wouldn’t joke about something like that.
  • Ignis is in absolute shock. It’s been fifteen years since he last saw something – last saw anything. He’s extremely excited but, undeniably, he’s scared. He doesn’t know why, but the matter still stands.
  • When he recovers from the shock, he reaches out to his s/o, pulls them close, tucks his head into the crook of their neck, and cries. His s/o gets really nervous, because did they do something wrong? But then they hear him. He’s thanking them over and over and over again.
  • After the operation, Ignis realizes why he was scared. What if it doesn’t work? What if his eyes were too damaged and they couldn’t do it? What if the world is simply too bright for his eyes to handle and he has to keep them closed, and thus remain blind anyways? 
  • He doesn’t open his eyes immediately when he wakes up. He finds the call button, summons a nurse, and asks for his s/o. He wants the first thing he sees to be them.
  • There’s a shuffling in the room and Ignis recognizes the steps to be his s/o’s. He reaches out to them, and he doesn’t realize that he’s shaking until his s/o takes his hands. 
  • His s/o kisses his hands, then his forehead, then his scars, and then his lips. They tell him that the lights aren’t on, there’s just candles, and that he can open his eyes. They’re right here for him, just like they always have been. They squeeze his hands tightly.
  • Ignis opens his eyes. He has to squint, because even the candlelight is still too bright for his newly recovered eyes, but he blinks once, twice. 
  • He locks eyes with his s/o. He sees them smile. He sees the sheen of their hair. He sees the tears in their eyes. He feels tears coming to his own. He can see.
  • “(Y/N),” He mutters, and his voice is shaking, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
  • He reaches up, he touches their face, and finally, he’s able to match a precise image to everything he’s been feeling since he met his s/o. He’s just gotten the use of his eyes back, but he’s already mastered the look of absolute adoration for his s/o.
  • He kisses them, and at some point during that he starts crying again, and his s/o’s there to hold him, and they’re crying too. They’re both so happy.
  • It takes Ignis some time to rehabilitate from the operation. His eyes are still extremely sensitive to light, so he wears darkened lenses for an extended period of time while his eyes adjust. There’s frequent headaches, since his brain tends to get overwhelmed by all the detail it’s suddenly registering again. 
  • Though the recovery process is a bit harrowing at times, Ignis couldn’t be happier. He treasures the sight of everything now more than ever, all the colors around him, all the lights, the sunrise (which is just how he remembers it), everything… 
  • But his favorite sight is his s/o.
Summoner/Subaki C-S Support

Written by Shauni


(y/n): …

(y/n): … Here he comes. Quick, act natural.

Subaki: So that’s where you were, Summoner! Do you have a moment?

(y/n): Hello, Subaki. I still have a few minutes before attending the war meeting, so yes. Is there something you need?

Subaki: Actually, yes, there is. I’ve just finished my training for today and was hoping you’d have some work for me.

(y/n): Work? Well, I suppose there’s always something that needs to be done around here… If I remember correctly, the armory could use some tidying…

Subaki: Oh, I’ve taken care of it this morning.

(y/n): Of course you did… Alright then… The archers left the training grounds without cleaning up behind them-

Subaki: I’ve already picked up the arrows. I’ve also disposed of the damaged targets and replaced them with new ones.

(y/n): … You’ve already sharpened the swords and replaced the training dummies as well, haven’t you?

Subaki: That’s right~ You know me well, Summoner~

(y/n): Not really. I was here when you did all that. In that case, I’m sorry, I don’t think there’s anything left to do.

Subaki: You… what?

(y/n): So you really didn’t see me? I followed you all morning. Not in a creepy way, of course, I just wanted to see if you really were going to take care of everything. And you did. Which is… pretty concerning, I have to say.

Subaki: (I… didn’t notice him/her at all…) What exactly do you mean by “concerning”?

(y/n): I mean you’re not alone in this army, Subaki. You should leave it to your fellow heroes to do certain tasks. From time to time, at least. I don’t want you to work yourself to death.

Subaki: … I see. Thank you for your solicitude, Summoner, but I am in tip-top form. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go back to training.

(y/n): Hey, wait! Subaki!… He left. This is gonna be harder than I thought.

[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank C.]


Subaki: *panting* Huff… Huff… That’s weird… I have been training for only 20 minutes and I’m already out of breath. That’s no good. Thankfully there’s no one to see me like this…

(y/n): Good morning, Subaki.

Subaki: Ah!

(y/n): Wah! My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.

Subaki: *panting* Summoner?! How did you sneak up on me again?!… I-It’s nothing. Nothing at all. What brings you here so early?

(y/n): Nothing much. Just checking on you. You know, the whole “don’t work yourself to death” thing I mentioned last time.

Subaki: Your worry is appreciated but truly unecessary. As I said before, I am as fresh as a daisy, as flawless as ever~

(y/n): No, you’re not! You look awful!

Subaki: Excuse me?

(y/n): No, not your face! I mean you’re visibly exhausted. If you could see yourself… Are you sure you don’t have a fever? Your cheeks are all red and you’re all sweaty and–

Subaki: !! Stop! Please spare me the details!

(y/n): Why? There’s nothing wrong with that. You’re very hardworking, all the time. I’d question your humanity if you weren’t… well, red and sweaty and–

Subaki: I said stop!

(y/n): …

Subaki: …

(y/n): … I’m sorry.

Subaki: Don’t be… I apologize for raising my voice. I shouldn’t have. After all, you just expressed concern for my well-being, right? I should be thankful.

(y/n): … Are you?

Subaki: …

(y/n): … What are you so afraid of? Imperfection?

Subaki: Well… I’m a perfectionist, if that’s what you mean… I believe everyone here knows it very well.

(y/n): Subaki, there is a line between perfectionism and phobia. I think you’ve crossed it.

Subaki: I’m afraid I don’t see your point. I am the living proof that perfection is attainable. Isn’t it logical to refuse to accept any standard short of perfection? Most people might be content with being “average”, but it is not my case. I strike to be as good as it is possible to be. How is that reproachable in any way?

(y/n): How? I’ll tell you how. Your quest for the best is not about a deep love for meticulousness. It’s about fear. Fear of messing up. Fear of failure. Fear of disappointing others… To be honest, I am worried. It must be so hard being you.

Subaki: !! That’s… My perfectionism is merely one of my personality traits. I take offence to hear you treating it as a disorder.

(y/n): Subaki, I–

Subaki: Let’s end this conversation here, Summoner. Please. Surely we both have better things to do.

(y/n): … Very well. Have a good day, Subaki.

[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank B.]


(y/n): Um… Subaki?

Subaki: Oh, Summoner. Are you here to continue our last conversation?

(y/n): N-no… Actually, I wanted to apologize. I told you mean, disrespectful things… and acted like I knew you better than you do yourself. I’m truly sorry. This won’t happen again.

Subaki: … *sigh* I accept your apologies. Will you please accept mine as well?

(y/n): Yours?

Subaki: Yes… I got defensive. And harsh. I should have handled this situation better.

(y/n): (Oh no, he’s dwelling on his mistakes again…) It’s okay! We’re both sorry then. You forgive me and I forgive you. Deal?

Subaki: Haha~ Deal.

(y/n): What a relief… Well then, I’ll leave you to your training. Glad this matter is settled.

[The Summoner leaves.]

Subaki: …

Subaki: Wait, Summoner!

[The Summoner comes back.]

(y/n): Yes?

Subaki: I… would like to discuss something with you. About what you said last time. However, I don’t think I can do this twice…

(y/n): Then I’m all ears. You won’t have to repeat, promise.

Subaki: Thank you.

Subaki: I come from a noble Hoshidan house. My family has served the royal family for generations and its reputation is immaculate. My parents, as well as my more distant family members, had great expectations for me before I was even born.

(y/n): This sounds… stressful beyond words.

Subaki: Indeed. As you know, I am one of Lady Sakura’s retainers. She is the youngest member of the Hoshidan royal family. I must appear perfect in all circumstances – socially, militarily and as a friend of hers. Everyone thinks of me as a prodigy… but the truth is… is…

(y/n): It’s alright, Subaki. Take your time.

Subaki: *panting* I… I’m no genius. My prowesses are not the result of effortless first tries, but of countless hours, days, weeks, months, sometimes years, of hard, meticulous and repetitive training. As a child, I was forced to train – not until I got it right, but until I was unable to get it wrong. When I was ten, I started getting dark circles under my eyes and cysts because of the stress… and even these were treated as imperfections to be eradicated. “Offences”, as my parents called them.

(y/n): This is… Oh my God, Subaki… I have no words.

Subaki: What I wanted to say is, you were right… I don’t particularly enjoy being the way I am. It’s my fear of failure that keeps me going.

Subaki: … Oh gods, there, I said it. I– I understand if you wish to send me back home now…

(y/n): Subaki… You will go back to Hoshido, when the times comes. But I’m not sending you back because you expressed your humanity. What kind of monster would do this?

Subaki: …

(y/n): … I think I know how you feel. But, listen, you did not disappoint me, alright? I am actually impressed. I didn’t think you’d be able to admit your flaws. To be completely honest with me. Especially after I harassed you so much about that.

Subaki: So… you won’t look down on me for not being the best?

(y/n): Everybody’s best is different, Subaki. You can’t always be the best… but you can always do your best. I know you always do. And let’s be honest, your best is pretty darn amazing.

Subaki: Haha! Normally I’d take offence to that… but this time, it’s music to my ears. Thank you, Summoner.

[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank A.]


(y/n): Well, I think we can call it a day! Thank you for helping me with these battle plans, Subaki. You provided invaluable advice.

Subaki: It was my pleasure, (y/n). I’m surprised you didn’t ask Robin or Soren to help you though. They are, after all, actual tacticians.

(y/n): Um… Soren would have… you know, been himself. And Robin wasn’t available. Training.

Subaki: Oh, really? Because I’ve seen him on my way here. He told me he offered his help and  you declined~

(y/n): !! T-that’s…

Subaki: Yes~? Can’t think of an excuse, can you?

(y/n): Argh! Alright, alright, you wipe that cocky grin off your face this instant! I just wanted to spend more time with you, okay?

Subaki: …

(y/n): Besides I knew you’d be good at this! Robin would have probably ended up planning everything on his own, making me stand here feeling useless…

Subaki: …

(y/n): … Subaki?

Subaki: … I can’t do this anymore.

(y/n): Um, what?

Subaki: You just said you want to spend more time with me, yes? Well, I do too. Much, much more time.

(y/n): Are you implying what I think you’re implying…?

Subaki: If you think that I find you incomparably charming and that I’ve fallen for you, then yes, I am. What about your feelings? I-I’d understand if they don’t match mine… after what I confessed last time.

(y/n): You mean, you not being a prodigy? Oh, Subaki. Come on, look at us. We come from two completely different worlds, met in a third world which existence was unheard of, and we don’t even know when we’ll be able to go home. You not being perfect is the most reassuring, realistic, comforting fact I’ve heard in a very, very long time.

Subaki: Then does this mean…

(y/n): Yes. Gosh, I’m stuck here in the middle of a war and I couldn’t possibly be more out of place or scared, but here I am, in love with you and refusing to let go.

Subaki: Gods, I… (y/n), I will always be a perfectionist. There is no turning back from it. But… around you… I feel like I can be as imperfect as I wish. So I have to ask you… Will… will you still love me when I mess up? When I… fail?

(y/n): Yes. Yes, always, yes.

Subaki: Won’t you get angry at me? Or be disappointed?

(y/n): Never. Remember, you’re just human. You’re not supposed to be perfect.

Subaki: And yet it took me years to learn to pretend to be perfect. I’m afraid it might take me years to accept that I, in fact, can not. Are you willing to remind me until then?

(y/n): *laughing* For you, I’ll make an ‘incomparably charming’ parrot.

Subaki: *laughing* Not even for a moment would I entertain the idea that you would not. Now, come here~

[(y/n) and Subaki have reached support rank S.]

Confession quote:

Subaki: We are so imperfect and yet so perfect for each other, darling. You and me, until forever ends.

Invocation writing II

Here’s a template I made, inspired by the author Richard Kieckhefer.

1. Opening statement.

To summon a spirit:
+ “I summon”
+ “I call upon”
+ “I conjure”
+ “I invoke”

To banish a spirit:
+ “I banish”
+ “I dispel”
+ “I return”
+ “I expell”
+ “I release”

To demand something:
+ “I ask”
+ “I command”
+ “I demand”

2. Name of spirit.
“ You… “

+ Whole name
+ Whole name + birthplace (town/city/country)
+ Whole name + name of parent
+ Whole name + occupation in life
+ “Spirit”

3. Power or authority.

“ By… “
+ “My powers”
+ “My might”
+ “This token”
+ “My authority as [insert authority]”

“ In the name of ”
+ “ All that is ”
+ “ The powers that be ”
+ “ What was and will be ”

4. Command.

To summon:
+ “Manifest thyself within this [circle/room/smoke/mirror/basin/water]”
+ “Make thyself known”
+ “Come to me”
+ “Come forth”
+ “Grant me audience”

To banish:
+ “Leave this place”
+ “Leave me”
+ “Begone”

To demand something:
State your demand and offer a reward for the completion of this task.

Example: “ I summon [Opening statement]
You, John Doe [Name of spirit],
By my power and in the name of what once was [Power or authority].
Manifest thyself in this circle! [Command] ”