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On Fae and Spirit work.   (A master post)

In my perspective, as well as experience, Fae (I can only speak of those in North America and Central America) are spirits. As such, it is not likely you’ll ever see them physically manifest. Like other spirits, (Ancestors, Angels, Demons, Djinn, plant spirits, etc.) Fae exist within a hierarchy of both age and size, which generally go hand-in-hand. In fact, there is a hierarchy that is recognized by all spirits.
(When I say “size” I am referring to how powerful they are, not how tall they are.) 
-SJW warning: Things within this post are 70% learned from direct experience, 25% taught to me by a practitioner of Curanderismo, & 5% book/internet research.


Dealings with Fea:

If you must, despite the warnings from the community, seek out a Fae, you should know a few things:

1- Where to find them.
2- How to locate one within that place and convince them to commune with you.
3- Ways you can protect yourself and others around you.
4- How to “befriend” one.
5- How to close communion.

A few useful things to have on you: fresh mint, fresh lavender, really any common flowering plant in your region (All must be harvested respectfully because the Fae will feel it.) As well as buttons (the older- the better), red wine, moon water, and/or a small potted plant (if dealing with a Fae within a building)

Without knowing at least a few of these things, I surely would have been subject to all kinds of spiritual, physical and mental torture/harassment. 

#1: Where to find Fae
Fae do not necessarily reside in woodlands, deserts, swamps, mountains, forests, or lakes (etc). They can and do live in cities, suburbs and places like Walmart.  However, places like Walmart aren’t very attractive to them, and they will likely only live there temporarily. 
Fae like to be left alone, like most spirits. They will always nestle into a place that is secluded and rather quiet. The more foliage, the better because Fae do prefer more natural areas. They only exist out of nature due to urbanization. It’s actually really sad. If you find a Fae within a building, PLEASE be careful. They will likely not be too friendly. 
So, think of a place that is near you, where there is little human traffic that has at least some foliage. Then, once you have communed with a few Fae (That are in a more preferred habitat), and think that you could handle it, look in the dark secluded places in buildings. 

#2: How to locate and speak to a Fae if they reside in that area
You will need your intuition here- in fact, you will be relying on it nearly wholly. 
If in forests, mountains, and woodlands: they will likely be found near groves of old trees, running water, large boulders (That are covered in moss AND fungus), on mounds with flowers, secluded clearings in trees, and small caves. 

In deserts:
secluded caves, atop mesas, near water, oases, and around clusters of larger plants.

In swamps:
Near the oldest tree in the area, running water, large rocks that are being devoured by moss and mud, in tree branches, as well as nearly all over the place. 

In plains/prairie:
You will only find younger and/or smaller Fae. They will be clinging to the base of the grasses, hiding under yucca, near cacti, resting near wildflowers. 

In buildings: They will be found in dark corridors, abandoned buildings, attics, storage rooms that are barely used, the roof, and elevator shafts/empty stairwells.

Once you think you’ve found one, lay out an offering without looking directly at them. It is always best to look directly at the ground. Once the offering is set, bow your head to the ground- touching your forehead. Then speak aloud the reasoning for leaving that specific offering, while being as respectful and genuine as possible. Then give an offering of energy. (Before doing this, be sure to have protection [see #3]) This energy needs to be appropriate for the vibe of the Fae. 

Then, begin to speak aloud to them. Tell them about yourself, and your craft. You must be completely honest. Lying to a Fae can result in their anger. Ask if they are comfortable speaking to you. If they aren’t you’ll feel it. If this happens, bow again and stand and leave respectfully. Be sure to give a blessing to their home as you are leaving it. 

#3: How you can protect yourself and those around you
Objects you can carry that will help prevent them from: Following you [F], Leeching energy from you [L], Cursing you [C], Messing with your Psyche [P]. 
{”-” before a symbol means that it makes it easier, rather than preventing.)

-Iron (Nail, bar, wire, ball, key, etc.) [L]
-Tiger’s Eye [P] 
-A feather [F]
-Fresh Romero [L] [P]
-Copper [P] [-L]
-Rutilated Quartz [C] [P]
-Amethyst [L]
-Obsidian [C] [L]
-Turquoise [F] [P]
- Shungite [-L] [P] [C]
-Fresh Ecineccea flower [L] [C] [F]
-Salt [F] [L] [C]
-Sigils drawn on flesh or paper (potentially [F] [L] [C] [P] [-F] [-L] [-C] [-P])

There are a few energetic way to protect yourself as well.
Creating a shell of neutral reflective energy around you, building and maintaining a flame in your heart energy center, astral weapons/shields, tulpas/servitors/thought-forms, and blessings. 

Be sure to ALWAYS salt all thresholds in your home before leaving to commune with Fae. Brick dust, iron shavings, and Pipestone dust can be used in place of salt. 

Also, NEVER underestimate the power of respect, intuition, and understanding.

#4: How to “Befriend” a Fae
I use the term “befriend” very loosely, hence the quotation marks. It’s more like a trade deal. 
This can happen once they feel comfortable speaking to you, and you can then make a request- but not without compensation. If a request is made without compensation, they will likely take something of their own choosing. 
For example, I met a really old Fae that recently migrated to a conservation area near me. (by recently I mean within the last 100 years, which is like a week or two to her.) Once she was comfortable speaking to me, I asked her for guidance and assistance in my craft- as well as to join my circle of spirits in the direction of the North. In return I offered to ward her home- to this, she scoffed. Instead, all she asked for in return was my faith in her and her home- as well as to never mention her name around or to any other humans. (I can’t even write it in my Grimoire- I checked)

#5: How to close a communion with a Fae
If a Fae is gracious enough to commune with you, you should always end with a statement of honest gratitude.
Ways to physically show gratitude and respect could be as follows:
-placing your forehead on the ground
-kissing the ground
-manifest your aura as butterflies or another flying creature depending on the vibe of the Fae.
-Bow after standing up (If you were previously sitting)
-Bow before leaving.
-Facing towards the center of their home, as you are leaving, and placing your forehead on the center (Try, if you are able, to face south when doing this)
-Leave a second offering. 
-Draw a sigil of gratitude in the air with your energy.


There are some Fae you should strive to avoid!
-Faeries (Not Fairies): They will blatantly lie to you and will almost always be insulted and/or disgusted at your presence.
-Fae that feel palpably angry- most likely found in abandoned buildings.
-Fae that live in a lone tree. 
-Fae that live in poisonous/toxic plants
-There are a few more- but your gut will honestly be your best tool.

IF YOU CAN HELP A FAE THAT HAS HAD ITS HOME RIPPED AWAY FROM IT DUE TO URBANIZATION- DO IT. WITH ITS PERMISSION, HELP FIND IT A NEW HOME- AND BE SURE TO GET THE PERMISSION OF THE FAE THAT LIVE IN THE NEW LOCATION AS WELL. 




Title: This Distance Hurts but I Live for These Moments 

Pairing: Link / Prince Sidon 

Rating: General 

Tags: fluff with a little angst, relationship communicating, sweet with a little sad, fish prince loves a blondie 

Summary: Link and Sidon spend some time together after being apart for a couple of months but growing worries and fears about their relationship pop up and demand to be recognized

Continue reading here or check it out on AO3! Comments, reblogs, and kudos are appreciated! thx! <3 <3 <3 

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He didn’t know the name of the gently rolling river in front of him but it was a gloriously welcome sight.

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Shape of You - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Jack and Y/N have known each other forever and have liked each other for almost as long, yet refuse to admit it to each other. One night at a club forces them to confront everything.

Word Count: 3,078

Trigger Warnings: slight sexual harrassment, slight bullying/teasing

Author’s Note: so I haven’t posted any fanfic on here in almost five years, so please be kind and please please give me feedback! I love getting constructive criticism about my writing. Also send in requests if you have them!

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For as long as you could remember, Jack Maynard had been in your life in one form or another. He always seemed to be around and as such, many of your childhood memories featured him and his older brother, alongside your favourite cousins. 

The Maynard Brothers had grown up across the road from your cousins growing up and always seemed to be there the same time that you were. With only an older brother who was more than ten years your senior, you spent most of your time with your cousins and they were more like siblings than cousins when you were growing up.

All of your important memories had him in it. When you broke your wrist when you were seven – Jack was the one who’d pushed you. All your birthdays and family barbeques – Jack was there pranking you with your cousins. You went to the same school and somehow wound up becoming friends with the same people. 

Basically, Jack was a part of your life as much as your cousins were. Your mother loved to tease you growing up that one day you’d fall in love with Jack and live happily ever after. The thought repulsed you - as if you would want to be stuck with the slimy little git for the rest of your life!It wasn’t until you got to secondary school that things started to get complicated. 

Jack and your youngest cousin were in the year above you, while his older brother, Conor, and your oldest cousin were two years above them. You all went to a large secondary school outside of Brighton, and you rarely saw the four of them during school hours. 

For the first time in your life, the older kids didn’t overshadow you and you started to become your own person.You still saw all of them every weekend, still had family celebrations and barbeques together and did the same things that you always had done. Jack and Conor were still the dumb boys across the road who hadn’t quite discovered the magic of personal hygiene quite yet. Your mother still teased you about the only reason that bothered you was because you liked one of them. You still thought she was delusional. Why on earth would any sane girl want to be with a boy who didn’t know what deodorant was? At that point in your life, you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone as much as you loved Nick Jonas.

Until one day, when you overheard one of the girls in your year boasting about having hooked up with Jack at a party. She was sprouting to a group of girls in your class about Jack’s magical tongue, and you couldn’t help but dry retch in response. Even though you were on opposite sides of the room, she seemed to have heard you, and loudly whispered to the group how some people were just so jealous of others.

You didn’t bother trying to conceal your snort this time, you shook your head slightly as you rolled your eyes. You? Jealous of her kissing Jack Maynard? Not in a million years. It wasn’t like he’d actually keep her around. Jack kissed girls all the time, you heard as much from your cousin, you could only guess that he’d already made it through all the girls in his own year who would kiss him, so he’d had to resort to the desperate girls in your year instead.

You had no way of knowing then, that he actually would keep her around. Suddenly she was there at all of your family get-togethers, and Jack was never there on the weekends. It bothered you and you hadn’t a clue as to why. Why should you care if he wasn’t there? All he did was tease you about tripping over and try and pull on your hair.

You tried to talk to your mum about it, and that went about as well as you should have expected.

“I just don’t get him! He’s known her for two minutes and now it’s like she’s part of the family! They’re always groping each other and sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, it’s so gross! Does she know that he only figured out what deodorant was like last week?” You groaned to her in the kitchen during a family barbeque, leaning against the counter while she made a cup of tea.

“Sounds like somebody is jealous …” she said in a sing-song voice, a delighted smile lighting up her entire face, “Oh honey, it’s about time you realised how much you like him!” she grinned, laughing at the horrified look of disgust on your face.

“Just look at him normally for once, okay? Come over here and look!” She waved you over to the kitchen window, sighing in annoyance when you didn’t move, “Humour me for once,” she directed you, smiling appreciatively when you dragged yourself over to her side.

The kitchen window was quite large and gave a very clear view of your backyard. You could see Conor and your younger cousins engaged in some sort of water fight, all of your parents gathered around on the patio laughing at something your dad was saying, and then there was Jack and her. They were cuddled up near a tree at the very back of the garden.

When had Jack gotten so tall? You had always been taller than him, for your entire life, yet now he was standing against that tree and was a good head taller than a branch you knew you had hit your head on only this morning. The more than you looked at him, you noticed other things. Gone was the scrawny little shit who had tormented you as a kid; he still wasn’t ridiculously big but he actually looked like a man, not a little boy. Had his teeth always been that white? And since when had simply looking at him made your stomach roll? Was it possible that your mother was right?

Your eyes darted across the yard to where Conor was, another smile spreading across your face when you noticed him sitting down next to your cousin, who had previously been sunbathing near the pool. You’d always thought they would make a lovely couple, why couldn’t they see it when everyone else could tell they were into each other? It was so frustrating!

Suddenly a pair of fingers dug into your waist, making you jump and gasp as you banged your knee on the cupboard door. Spinning around, you noticed that your mother was gone, and instead, Jack was in front of you with a smug smirk on his face, when had he gotten here?

“You’re so easy to scare!” he chortled, bracing his hands on his knees as he laughed at your expense. You scowled at him, shoving his shoulder roughly in irritation. “What are you staring so hard at anyway?” he asked as you both looked out the window again.

“Conor and [Y/C/N],” You answered him simply, “Wondering when they’re gonna buck up and admit that they like each other,” you continued, peeking at Jack out of the corner of your eye and marvelling at how sharp his jawline was, surely that wasn’t normal, right? That thing could cut glass!

Jack snorted at your answer, “It’s Conor, he’s a little pussy, he’ll never tell her unless he knows for sure that she likes him back, it’s simple self-preservation,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when you let out a snort of your own.

“Must be a Maynard thing then, being a pussy,” you smirked at the offended look on his face, “Conor’s been in the pants of half the girls in Brighton, how on earth is [Y/C/N] meant to know she won’t just be another notch in his bedpost?” you argued back.

Jack rolled his eyes as he turned to face you; crossing his arms across his chest and making you wonder where in the hell those biceps had come from. “Maynard’s aren’t pussies! If anything [Y/L/N]’s are pussies! I don’t see you or [Y/C/N] with boyfriends, now do you?” he snarled at you, reminding you of the mean streak of his that often reared it’s head whenever he got agitated. “Perfect little virgin [Y/N] on her high horse can’t even get a boyfriend,” he sneered at you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you scoffed at him, letting out a loud bark of laughter, “Why would you think that I need a boyfriend in order to not be a virgin, Jack?” you goaded him in a sickly sweet tone of voice, before spinning on your heel and retreating to the bathroom upstairs, leaving a slack-jawed Jack Maynard in your wake.

Once you were safely in your en suite bathroom, you felt a couple of stray tears slip down your cheeks, splashing against the ivory rim of the sink. You wiped them away quickly, glaring at your reflection in the mirror in a silent argument to toughen up and brush it off. 

Jack was still the same boy who delighted in tormenting you, and that would never change.You weren’t about the melt into one of the girls who fawned over him; you were better than that. If he wanted to pretend you weren’t there when he saw you then fine, there were way cuter boys in your year anyway, you resolved with a smile as you flounced out of your bathroom.

If only you actually believed that was true.

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Fast forward another few years and you could scarcely believe the way in which your life had changed. 

Instead of spending your lunches daydreaming about getting out of Brighton, you were living in a flat in London with your cousin and attending the university course of your dreams. 

Jack and Conor had devoted their time and lives to youtube and it had really paid off for them. You had gained five new friends through knowing the Maynards and could scarcely imagine your life without them. 
There were some things that would never change, though; after a brutal break up two years ago, Jack had sworn off relationships and become the same player that Conor had been through school. Conor still wouldn’t admit that he was in love with [Y/C/N] and vice versa. And you were still trying to convince yourself that you didn’t have a thing for Jack Maynard.

Over the years you had tried to forget about him, tried to bury the feelings deep down in your chest. No matter what you heard from your friends or your mum, you refused to believe that the feelings might actually have been reciprocated and that there could have been a chance for you and Jack. You had come to really value Jack as a friend and him finding out that you harboured some dorky crush on him was your actual worst fear. Things were fine the way they were. 

Your cousin was always trying to set you up on blind dates so one of them had to work out eventually, right?

Tonight was one such night. Your cousin had set you up with one of her work friends and at first things had been fine; the guy, who kind of reminded you of Mikey, had been nice enough initially, complementing you on your outfit and offering to buy you a drink yet not pushing you when you refused, you weren’t particularly attracted to him but you entertained him in order to make [Y/C/N] happy and to get her off your back about telling Jack how you felt. Things had been going fine.

That was until you had run into Conor and Josh, and your ‘date’ had lashed out, telling them to fuck off and leave you both alone. You had been trying to pull away but his grip on your wrist was too tight and you could only imagine the marks that his beefy hands would be leaving around your wrist. 

He dragged you out into the middle of the dance floor, moving his hands to your waist and digging his fingers in, pulling you up against him and grinding against you. You could feel the revulsion rolling off of you in waves as he panted against your neck. You wanted to cry, or scream or beat him off you but you were trapped and you couldn’t see anyone you knew anymore. You just hoped that Conor or Josh would pass by again so you could latch onto them.

On the other side of the club, unbeknownst to you, Conor had instructed Josh to keep an eye on you whilst he stepped into the smokers area to call his little brother. As much as Conor wanted to rip that guy’s arms out of the sockets, he knew that this was something that Jack needed to do and see. He was so sick and tired of watching you and Jack dance around your feelings and he felt that this might be the very thing Jack needed to push him over the edge. Jack had opted to stay home tonight, instead of coming out with them, so he was probably watching the football in his underwear again or something.

“Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up,” Conor grumbled under his voice as he listened to the phone ringing out, if Jack had called up one of his booty calls after the very serious conversation they’d had this afternoon, he would actually deck his little brother. His shoulders visibly sagged in relief when Jack’s voice came down the line.

“Struck out already have you?” he chuckled, balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he searched through the fridge for something to eat, he was kind of regretting his decision to stay home now so a call from Conor had raised his spirits significantly. 

“You’ve gotta come here mate, right now. It’s [Y/N],” Conor rushed out, realising with a start that a number of things could have happened in his absence, he just hoped that Josh would step in if things escalated too far. Jack would never forgive them if anything happened to you. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone call, Jack was already shoving his feet into his shoes and shrugging his jacket on while still listening to Conor.

“Where are you? What’s going on? Is she alright?” he rushed out as he grabbed his keys and wallet, shoving them into his pocket as he ran down the stairs two at a time. “Text me what club your at and just keep your eye on her okay? If anything happens to her, it’s your funeral, Conor,” he stressed to his older brother, already in the middle of ordering an Uber to pick him up. 

Conor sighed softly as he got off the phone, running a hand through his hair before turning to walk back in the bar, praying to god that Jack was here quickly.

You, on the other hand, were running out of options. You couldn’t see Conor or Josh or any of your friends and the crowd around you seemed to be multiplying by the second. You could feel the guy behind you dragging his mouth down your neck painfully and rubbing his crotch against your ass roughly. You could feel tears pricking at the edge of your eyes as it occurred to you that you might have to leave with this guy. All you could do was think of Jack, and how you wished that it was him instead of the thug behind you.

“Oi Luv, whattaya say we take off back to my place and have some real fun,” he groaned in your ear in what you were sure he thought was a sexy manner but just made him sound like he was constipated. Your heart started thumping in your chest as you tried to think of a way out of this and failed to find one.

“Mate you are punching so far above your weight it’s not funny,” you heard a voice behind you and nearly collapsed in pure joy and relief. The man behind you released you from his grip and you stumbled slightly, peeking around him to see Jack standing before you both with a confident grin on his face.

Before you could think or reconsider your actions, you were pushing past the man who’d had you in a death grip for the past hour and standing close to Jack. 

He looked at you worriedly, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear gently as he looked you over, “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked in the gentlest voice you’d ever heard him use. You almost melted at the soft tone of his voice and the gentleness of his actions, nodding slightly and smiling at him appreciatively. 

The hand that had been behind your ear slipped down to the small of your back, almost the same place the other man’s hands were before, except this time in filled you with comfort instead of revulsion.

Pulling you in front of him, Jack led you out of the club and onto the sidewalk, you were sure you looked a mess, the result of being stuck in that man’s grip for almost two hours. 

Once you were outside, you could finally breathe, and that was when everything hit you all at once, all the emotions and what if’s hit you like a freight train, causing you to turn around and hug Jack as tight as you possibly could. 

Your entire body shook as you hugged him tightly, feeling a wave of relief and safety roll over you violently as he held you close to him just as hard.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay, [Y/N], everything’s fine, I’ve got you, baby,” he cooed in your ear as his hand ran up and down the length of your back softly, smoothing down your hair as you both stood near where the Uber was due to pick you up.

He was so glad he had got there when he did, seeing you so scared and so powerless had been like a bullet to the chest; he wasn’t used to seeing you that way and he didn’t like it. He had wanted to rip the man to shreds and probably would have, but then he saw how relieved you were, and the other man vanished. 

He knew that he didn’t want to have to ever worry about another man having his hands on you again, and he would tell you how he felt; but not tonight, tonight he just needed to be here for you and comfort you.   


Strongly considering maybe doing a part two to this? Let me know if you want one


Weird Meetings

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2425ish

Warnings: language, one ass grab but it was an accident, steve rogers talking to sam should be a warning, the Steve Roger T-Shirt™.

Summary: While trying to master a soccer move, you get your ball stuck in a nearby tree. Luckily, a nice stranger was willing to help you try and get it down. Unluckily, the stranger was almost too good-looking.

A/N: have I mentioned how much I love both steve rogers and sam wilson. I’ll probably write something for him after this and the series.

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You don’t know how you got into this situation, with your soccer ball stuck in a tree, a stranger helping you by holding you up to reach the ball, and said stranger being hot as fuck.

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Io e il nonno, ci incamminammo con il buio e lasciato il paese, attraversammo la fiumara ed incominciammo a salire sul monte che guardava il paese. Il sentiero correva lungo il fianco della collina circondato dai rovi, dalle felci  e da alberi secolari. A tratti si apriva su terrazze coltivate con ulivi o alberi da frutto. Nella penombra si sentivano strisciare gli animali o fuggire le gazze cinguettando allarmate A volte si sentiva il gorgoglio delle sorgenti o lo scorrere delle acque che uscendo dalle gebbie nascoste tra gli alberi scendeva verso le terrazze ad abbeverare gli alberi. Passando accanto alle poche case poste vicino al sentiero uno o più cani ci abbaiavano arrabbiati senza però che uscissero dal limitare dell’edificio. Arrivammo alla vigna del nonno. Nell’ombra vedevo solo la forma dei filari con le vite contorte e piene di foglie che si protendevano verso di noi come mani di giganti cattivi. Mio nonno mi fece sedere e mi fece cenno di aspettare e scomparve tra i filari. Ubbidiente stavo dove mi aveva lasciato, ma ero impaurito dai rumori che sentivo: rami che scricchiolavano smossi dal vento, rumori di foglie appassite smosse da qualcuno, il richiamo di un cuculo lontano, la voce di una civetta. Tornò mio nonno con un bombolo tra le mani pieno di acqua fresca presa ad una sorgente vicina. Si sedette vicino a me e dopo avermi fatto bere disse le prime parole da quando avevamo lasciato casa “vadda” D’improvviso le cime degni alberi da grigie si colorarono di giallo oro e presto anche le colline di fronte a noi si illuminarono e fu l‘inizio dei canti degli uccelli, delle allodole e dei cardellini. Presto tutto piano piano si illumino, le ultime stelle scomparvero dal cielo che divento di un azzurro chiaro intensissimo. La vigna prese colore: le foglie erano di un verde intenso e scuro, tra loro apparvero grossi grappoli di uva nera su cui il sole si rifletteva, i tronchi diventarono di un colore ambrato intenso e spiccavano contro le foglie verdi ed i grappoli grossi e luminosi. Osservavo tutto in silenzio stupito per questo spettacolo inatteso e stupendo in cui il sole nascendo dava sangue e colore al mondo. Da allora, ogni volta che vedo un vigneto mi fermo ad osservarlo e sento rinascere in me, anche se in piccola parte, tutta la gioia che allora avevo provato


Me and my grandfather walked in the dark and left the village, crossed the river and started to climb the mountain looking out to the country. The trail ran along the side of the hill surrounded by brambles, ferns and secular trees. From time to time, it opened on terraces cultivated with olive trees or fruit trees. In the shadows they felt crawling the animals or fleeing the magpies chirping alarming . Sometimes you felt the gurgling of the water springs or the flow of water coming out of the hidden gebbie (water tanks) between the trees descending toward the terraces bringing water to the trees. Passing beside the few houses near the path one or more dogs barked us angry but they did not come out of the building. We came to my grandfather’s vineyard. In the shadows I saw only the shape of the rows with the twisted and full of leaves lurking toward us like the hands of bad giants. My grandfather asked me to sat down and wait and disappeared among the rows. Obedient I was where he had left me, but I was afraid of the noises I felt: branches creaky by the wind, the sounds of dried leaves smashed by someone, the call of a furry cuckoo, the voice of an owl. My grandfather came back with a tank in his hands full of fresh water taken to a nearby spring. He sat next to me and after drinking he said the first words since we left the house “look”. Suddenly the graveled tops of gray trees were colored yellow gold and soon the hills in front of us brightened and it was the beginning of the songs of birds, cicadas, lilies and horns. Soon all the floor slowly glows, the last stars disappear from the sky that become a pure light blue light. The graps had taken a color: the leaves were of an intense and dark green, among them appeared large bunches of black grapes on which the sun was reflected, the trunks became of an amber color and stood against the green leaves and the large and luminous clusters. I watched all in silence amazed at this unexpected and spectacle in which the rising sun gave blood and color to the world. Since then, every time I see a vineyard I stop watching it and I feel reborn in me, albeit in small part, all the joy that I had then tried

Swamped!

Siff continues to be a pain in Carter’s side. Many thanks to @parttimedragon for indulging me in writing their agent<3

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Carter’s expression had begun suspicious when Siff started to explain her plan, then changed to incredulous as she watched. Eventually he settled on a blank stare as she finished. Siff waited for him to process everything, and she kicked her legs back and forth idly in the air.

They were still treed by the swamp monster, with Siff sitting on a thick branch, hands resting on the rough bark in case she lost balance. She wouldn’t, but the way the day had been going, Siff wasn’t about to take that risk. Carter sat on a branch slightly below hers, one of his hands on the tree’s trunk. Siff was trying very hard not to notice how certain abdominal muscles were flexed to hold his balance. His shirt was still down on the ground somewhere.

“So let me get this straight,” Carter said eventually. One of his eyebrows arched and Siff could tell he wasn’t sure she could pull her end off. Of the plan, not of…her… uh. No, focus, Siff. Focus. Focus on the plan not on his abs, damnit.

“You want to swim down into the ship that’s crashed,” funny how he didn’t say ‘my ship’, Siff noticed.

“Yes.”

“Where the monster thing is, that tried to drown you,” he continued.

Yes.”

“Get gear that might not have survived the crash,”

“Mhm.” Siff had started to jiggle a foot. The wet clothes sticking to her were chilly up in the breeze.

“Which also might be waterlogged and useless-”

“It’ll work, with a bit of elbow grease,” Siff countered.

“Then set off an explosion on the ship, which is mostly underwater,”

“Well, a series of explosions-” Siff corrected.

“–Without dying.” Carter said. The eyebrow had been inching higher with each statement.

“That ‘not dying’ part’s important, yes,” she said with a nod. “At least to me. I don’t really feel like dying.”

“And you say this will help us get off-planet…somehow.”

Ah, he’d either not understood the last part of the plan or she’d not explained it right. Probably a bit of both. Probably mostly her not explaining it right, actually. It made perfect sense in her mind, but finding the words to convey the diagram and acceptable probabilities in her head to someone who was outside her head was difficult.

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath. Talk slow, she reminded herself. Use simple words. Not everyone likes science. “So. We are in a swamp.“

The arched brow fell into a scowl.

"Yes, I am keenly aware of that,” Carter said dryly.

“And swamps are full of decaying partic- er, rotting stuff. Like leaves.” Siff waited a beat, watching Carter. When he didn’t say anything, she continued. “Rotting stuff creates a gas called methane-”

“I know-” Carter said, then stopped. He stared at her, eyes going slightly wide. “You want to set the whole skrogging swamp on fire.”

“Well,” Siff said shyly. “Not all of it. Just enough to bring in a few ships to put out the fire before it spreads to the local methane plants. Like, the factory kind of power plants, not actual…vegetation.”

“That,” Carter said, expression of bewildered horror unchanged “Is insane.”

Siff shrugged. She’d been called worse by better people. 'Sculag’ was a particularly familiar term from back home. It meant weak-minded, though it was usually used by Chiss who were a bit more traditionally minded.

“Okay,” she said easily. Leaning her elbow on a knee, she propped her chin up on her fist and batted her dark blue eyelashes at the human. “Tell me your plan to get out of here then. I’m listening.”

**

“This is insane,” Carter muttered for the fifth time. Siff stood on the tree limb, balanced on the balls of her feet. She’d peeled off the extra layers of clothing, hanging them carefully over a nearby branch. Wearing a tank and leggings, Siff eyed the water below. It seemed calm, aside from the odd 'blorp’ of methane bubbles that broke the surface near the wing of the downed ship.

“You’re insane,” he said again.

“Insane is not doing anything and expecting to get magically saved,” Siff muttered, climbing down the tree. “You aren’t very good at improvising when things go wrong, are you?”

“And you’re not a very good assassin,” he countered. She could hear him following her down branch by branch.

“Yeah,” Siff said with a small sigh. “But should you really be complaining that I didn’t kill you? Shouldn’t you be happy about that?”

She hopped down the last few feet, landing on a patch of marsh grass. Looking up, she watched him jump off the tree, landing next to her.

“I’m not sure, it feels like you’re going to get me killed with this plan, and I’d rather die by bullet than exploding marsh gas,” Carter said, brushing bits of tree bark from his hands. Siff got distracted by the way the motion bunched and flexed his biceps, and awkwardly cleared her throat. He was //awfully/ well fit for a smuggler. And clean.

“Actually this is a swamp, not a marsh. Marshes don’t have trees…”

Carter gave her a look that informed Siff he was not interested in the semantics of wetland classifications. She held up her hands, and rolled her eyes. Fine. If he ever got into trouble over not knowing the difference later on, that was his problem.

“Just keep smacking the water on the other side with a branch to keep Mister Grabby distracted, okay?” Siff muttered, and stepped into the water. Her toes immediately sank into slimy muck, and she made a face. Ugh. Gross.

Wading in, Siff took a deep breath as she neared the downed smuggling ship and ducked under the water. Too murky to see, she kept her eyes closed and felt along the ship for the escape hatch on the side that they had swam through earlier. Let’s see, it was a Light Freighter class. XS model, refurbished but still factory-compliant. Siff’s fingers found the door frame, and she grabbed hold of it, pulling herself through and into the ship proper.

Feeling her way down the corridor, Siff made her way to where she’d stashed her kit before everything went to hell. Pulling the bag by it’s strap onto her shoulder, she turned around carefully. Lungs starting to burn, she reminded herself to stay calm until she could get another lungful of air.

Hand over hand, she counted the distance back to the exit hatch, and pulled herself through. For a moment, the bag on her shoulder caught, and Siff swallowed instinctive panic. She was trained better than to let a little thing like being stuck make her lose focus, she reminded herself. Reaching behind her, she guided the bag through the small hatch  and kicked hard for the surface.

The rotting and putrid stench of the swamp might as well have been the clearest mountain air for all that Siff cared. It was air and it was breathable. Gulping down lungfuls, she glanced over to where Carter was facing off with a stabbed tentacle. He had a branch at his feet, and the knife she’d given him earlier in his hand, ready to slash at the fleshy-pink thing that was waving in his direction. In other words, he was fine, and she had time to get out of the water.

Staggering in the slippery muck, Siff hurried onto the bank of grass and tree roots, dropping her bag at the base of the tree that still held her clothes. It was dusk now, but there was enough ambient light for her to see, and soon there’d be two to three times that.

“Carter,” she shouted, “Time to take cover.” Unzipping the bag she pulled out the still-dry detonator for the remaining insurance she’d taken out on Carter’s ship. You couldn’t trust smugglers not to space you, so even though she’d joined his ship there were a few blinking items pressed up to the fuel core, even underwater.

Ducking behind the large trunk of the clothes-tree, Siff peeked around to see Carter running over. She scooted down to make room for him… and then flipped the switch.

For a moment nothing happened. Two, four, six heartbeats, and Siff wondered if the explosives had fallen from where she’d mounted-

They felt the boom first. It shook the tree and the muddy grass under the pair. Even through her hands, the boom was deafening. It was followed by a second, then a series of smaller hissing cracks that cut through the air. The swamp around them lit up orange and yellow as the ship’s wreckage burned. Water rained down on them, displaced from the force of the explosion. Siff was pretty sure she saw a few fish and at least one detached tentacle fly by.

Only when the explosions stopped did Siff poke her head around the tree to see how her plan had worked.

The remains of the ship were cracked apart, sitting much deeper in the water now, which had caught fire.

“Siff,” Carter said carefully, peering over her head. “The water is on fire.”

“High methane content,” she said softly, eyes wide. “A really, really, high methane content. I’ve never set water on fire before.” She looked up at him then back to the water that yes, was very much on fire.  Little jets of flame puffed up where methane was richest, though a low orange flame had spread to cover most of the water. Siff let out a soft whistle. It was almost pretty.

“You… are not an assassin, are you?” Carter said, watching the swamp burn.

“And you’re not a smuggler, but I won’t tell if you don’t,” Siff countered, looking up at him.

Top hat tattoos

(A/N): another Jefferson fic because I haven’t written one in forreeeeveeerrrr and my god Jefferson is so attractive

Warnings: none, maybe a bit of swearing


Originally posted by whereareyouravengers

   For years you’d always been so curious and fascinated with the idea of soulmates. The thought that two people were destined to be together, that no matter what they’d find each other, was simply mind blowing. It was around the age of sixteen that everyone received their marks, the small tattoo engraved in their wrist that told them who their soulmate was. 

   Some people had stars or some had some more obscure ones like a weapon of sorts, you guessed your was somewhere in between the two. Yours was a small top hat, just a simple little thing that had been inked in brown.  As soon as you saw it on your wrist that fateful morning you’d been damn near elated, springing from your bed to rush and show your mother.  

   Something about it was just so special to you, this little mark meant that somewhere out there there was someone who was bound to you as you were to them. When you’d meet them was a complete mystery but that was all part of the fun, or so you had thought.

    Everyone had always been telling you stories about how they’d met their soulmate, how it had been by a simple run in at the grocery store or some crazy turn of events, either way the stories were magical and beautiful and you couldn’t wait until you had a story of your own to tell. 

   And for years you waited, waiting until one day you’d meet your soulmate and have your own story to tell but time just kept ticking. Most people had met their soulmates ages ago and you were about to reach the ripe old age of 26 and yet you had no soulmate by your side. It was a bit discouraging to come home after a long day and realize you had no one, just the emptiness of your lonely apartment. That and all your friends had their own soulmates and they were so helplessly in love that you could help but long for more than what your life had to offer you at the moment. And so you had to wait more, waiting for life to finally pick up the slack and give you what you want.  

   After a few more months of waiting you were finally rewarded for your patience, you finally got what you had been looking for since the day you turned sixteen; your soulmate. It of course didn’t happen in anyway you had planned but looking back on how it had turned out, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  


   You’d been driving up through Maine, going to see your parents when a retched storm caught you off guard. You In no way were prepared for the onslought of rain that pelted your car at top speeds, making it damn near impossible to see. It was no use even trying to drive in such crummy weather, after all you didn’t want to get into a wreck due to lack of light so instead you decided on pulling onto a backroad, driving straight ahead until you reached a pasture of trees. 

   You pulled up underneath the trees, their long branches helping stop the constant flow of water to your car. You turned off the ignition and immediately regret it as the heat shuts off, leaving you to the cold weather. You sigh as you rub your hands up and down your arms, seeking out some form of warmth but none came, you were too cold to procure any sort of bodily heat.

    Your eyes wander lazily about your surroundings, taking in the finished road and wild trees. This didnt look familiar at all and you had lived all over Maine for the better part of your life. Despite the rain crashing down upon you you can vaguely see the bright color of a welcome sign and if You squinted you could just barely make out some of the words.  

   Storybrooke, the sign read. Welcome to storybrooke. 

   Yep, you’d never heard of this place before. In fact, now you were a bit wary about the pace; some strange town in the middle of nowhere? It was suspicious if you thought about it. You were even hesitant to stay in this town, maybe it would be better to risk the car crash rather than staying at this strange backroad but something deep within you was ushering you to stay. So you did, for the better part of the storm you did but towards the very end of the raining hell something changed that.

    For hours you’d been staring out at the sign before you, eyeing the thing hesitantly. Nothing had changed in the few hours you’d been there the rain continued to pour, you remained freezing, and the tress on either side of the road shook with a strong fury and then suddenly, in the distance, a pair of bright lights began to appear, growing in size until they stopped just before the welcome sign. Four doors open and slam shut in unsion and suddenly four bodies are walking towards your car. 

   You begin to panic and you scramble for your keys to jam into the ignition but you’d dropped them those hours prior. The bodies are getting closer, nearly touching your car and they suddenly stop, just standing a few feet away.

    “Hey,” a rather rough, albeit feminine voice calls to you. “Step out of the vehicle buddy,” You gulp as your grip on your steering wheel tightened and you were seriously considering just sitting in the car while these weirdos waited outside but that feeling within you, that stupid nagging feeling pushed you to do so. So instead of staying in your semi warm car you step out into the pouring rain, getting drenched immediately. 

   The water soaks through your shirt and you begin shivering violently, your teeth already beginning to chatter.

    “What’re you doin’ here?” That same voice asks you and it takes a moment to realize that one the people before you, a woman with blonde hair was speaking to you. There were 3 others, another blonde this one a man, and two brunettes, one with a shorter hairstyle and the other a pixie. 

    “I-I got l-lost in the r-rain, c-couldn’t see t-the road s-so I stopped h-here,” the woman seemingly contemplates your answer for a bit before nodding, apparently deciding that she believed your story. 

    “I’m the sheriff here, how ‘bout I take you down to my office, give you some dry clothes and shelter for the night?” Despite your brain screaming at you to jump in your car and drive away you nod, smiling softly at these helpful strangers, not that they could see due to the dark and gloomy weather. “Great, let’s get going,”  

   You ended up being placed in the back beside the blonde man and the pixie cut brunette. The air about the car was tense and you could practically sense four pairs of eyes trained in on you the entire ride to the office but everytime you would sneak a peek at anyone of the people they would turn their attention elsewhere, making it seem as though they hadn’t been staring at you at all. 

   "My name’s Emma by the way,“ the blonde woman casts you a glance in her mirror. "This is Regina,” she gestures to the other brunette beside her “And that’s Snow and her husband,” You have Emma a polite smile, hoping it didn’t look as nervous as you thought it did. 

   "I’m (Y/N), thank you all for your help,“ Emma smiles softly, shaking Her head as she does so.

    "It’s our pleasure (Y/N), wouldnt want to leave you out in the cold, right?” You merely hummed in response instead having take up to staring at the scenery outside. It was still pouring rain and the car tired sloshed in it as Emma drove but you had to admit it was beauitful, but only when watching from a distance.

    Before you even knew it Emma had pulled to a stop in front of the sheriff’s office and the five of you were all climbing out of the car. 

    “You can sleep in the cell if you want or we’ve got those chairs,” Emma points to both the cell and the chairs. “I’ll go get you some clothes,”

    “Thank you so much,” Emma only smiled before walking off to some other room, fishing around In the cabinets before returning, a white shirt and a pair of sweatpants in her arms.

    “It’s all we have, I hope it fits,” you flash her a smile as you trail your fingers along the soft material, much softer than you had expected. 

    “Do you have a bathroom I could change in?” Emma nods and points down some hall, pointing to the left side of the hall.

    “First door on your left-” Emma stops short quite suddenly, her sentence dying off as her lips nearly slam shut. “You’re uh- you’re soulmate mark,” she points to the small hat on your wrist. You look down to see if it looks abnormal but it’s quite the opposite, it looks completely fine.

    “Yeah, what about it?” You look back up to her, searching her face earnestly. 

    “I know someone with the same one,”  

   Your heart nearly stopped beating in your chest at those words. Someone had the same tattoo as you which could only mean one thing. 

    “Y-you do?” You squeak, your voice higher than intended. Emma nods, reaching out to grab your wrist and run her fingers over the simple lines. 

   "Yeah, he may be a bit hard to contact him at the moment but uh- yeah, yeah I know a guy with the same mark. Want me to try calling him?“ You looked to the clock that was bolted to the white wall, reading the time quickly. It was 1:15…in the morning.

    "It’s a little…late I mean early though, right?” Emma merely smiles as she whips out her phone, already pressing in the number before you can turn back to her. 

    “Trust me when I say,” she presses the call button, placing the device to her ear. “He’d most definitely want to know about this,”


    Emma had talked in hushed tones over the phone, making it nearly impossible to hear what she was saying to the man on the other line. So you waited nervously, picking at your nails as the chill of the room mingled with your still soaked outfit. You give a violent shiver and your arms erect a series of goosebumps, causing your skin to look like a bumpy mess.

    “Well,” Emma claps her hands together as she turns to look at you, a nearly infectious smile upon her face as she does so. “He’ll be here any minute, small town after all,” you give a weak chuckle and nod, your nerves starting to get the better of you.

    You were finally going to meet your soulmate, the man you’d been dreaming of since you could and the man you’d been searching for since you received your mark. What if he didn’t like you? What if he found you repulsive or rude or boring or-  

   Quite suddenly a car door slams shut and the door to the office is thrown open as a soaking wet man nearly runs through the door.  

    Immediately something within you clicked and your life suddenly felt complete, like you had just found the missing piece of a puzzle and in a sense you just did. You were the puzzle and this man- your soulmate- was your missing puzzle piece.

    The man stops in the doorway, letting the door come to shut behind him. His intense blue gaze was locked on yours and you felt as though you could melt under the look he was giving you. His short (what you believed to be) brown hair was caked to his forehead due to the rain and his pink lips were parted as he breathed in and out shakily. He was dressed…a but strangely but after all this town seemed strange in itself.

    His gaze still bored into yours as he takes a few strides towards you. You feel a bit intimidated but as soon as he was within a few feet of you that fear dissipated, replaced by a pleasantly warm and comforting feeling. This was your soulmate, your soulmate, and now he was standing before you for the first time in 26 years and you feel as though you could die. 

    “I’m Jefferson,” He croaks, his voice a bit more hoarse than intended. 

    “I’m (Y/N),” you whisper, your voice unable to do anything more than that. Jefferson smiles, a bright toothy little thing and you can actually feel your heart clench a bit. 

    “And we’re- you’re my- are you sure?” You roll up your soaked sleeve, showing him the brown top hat tattoo. Jefferson stares at your wrist for a little bit before he reaches out, gently cradling your hand in his as his other traces over the small tattoo.

    “Do you- is it the- can I see yours?” You ask meekly and Jefferson complies, nodding as he rolls up his sleeve as well. The sight before you nearly has you weeping because that’s the same tattoo you have, this man really was your soulmate. 

   Tears of happiness well within your eyes and you’re afraid you may cry on him but before you can even begin to feel self-conscious Jefferson has pulled you into a nearly bone crushing hug.

    “Oh my god,” Jefferson sighs out shakily as he wraps you up a bit tighter. “Oh my God, I thought I was never going to find you,” you sigh as well, allowing yourself to fall prisoner to his warm embrace and soft touches.

    “Me neither, I’m nearly 27 years old and Im just now finding you,” Jefferson chuckles a bit as he holds you, nuzzling his smooth face into the crook of your neck. 

    “Try a few centuries sweetheart,” you pull away at this, your face contorting with confusion. 

    “Wait, what do you mean-”

    “I have some…really strange things to tell you,” Jefferson whispers as he hangs his timidly.

   "Ok-ay,“ you reply hesitantly. Jefferson gives you a sad smile, looking down at his soaked outfit before looking back up to you.

    "It’ll be easier to tell you after I we both get some sleep, or at lest It’ll make More sense,” You find yourself nodding against against Jefferson, your Jefferson. “Will you-” Jefferson licks at his lips, dragging his bottom One through his teeth momentarily before settling once again. “Will you Come home with me…please?” His voice sounded so sweet and soft that you couldn’t have denied him if you wanted to.

    “I’d be more than happy to,” you reply, just as softly. 

   Jefferson beams at you, his cheeks dusting a light shade of pink as he pulls You back against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat hammering within his chest and the feeling of the steal pulse was almost soothing. It wasn’t exactly how You had planned on meeting Your soulmate but you were more than glad you had.

    Now you finally had that missing piece of the puzzle (and a damn good soulmate story) and you were complete, all you needed was a little piece named Jefferson.

Gamla Uppsala, Spring 2015

Gamla Uppsala was the location of the Thing of all Swedes which was a thing held from pre-historic times to the Middle Ages, at the end of February or early March. It was held in conjunction with a great fair called Disting, and a pagan celebration called Dísablót.
People have been buried in Gamla Uppsala for 2,000 years, since the area rose above water. Originally there were between 2,000 and 3,000 mounds in the area but most have become farmland, gardens and quarries. Today only 250 barrows remain.

“…Near that temple is a very large tree with widespread branches which are always green both in winter and summer. What kind of tree it is nobody knows. There is also a spring there where the pagan are accustomed to perform sacrifices and to immerse a human being alive. As long as his body is not found, the request of the people will be fulfilled. A golden chain encircles that temple and hangs over the gables of the building. Those who approach see its gleam from afar off because the shrine, which is located on a plain, is encircled by mountains so situated as to give the effect of a theatre. For nine days feasts and sacrifices of this kind are celebrated. Every day they sacrifice one human being in addition to other animals, so that in nine days there are 72 victims which are sacrificed. This sacrifice takes place about the time of the vernal equinox.”

Duelling Again (VRains Open Rp)

Allison jumped up and fell out of her school chair and looked around the class. Empty, again… great, she must have fallen asleep through the whole lesson. She yawned and grabbed her stuff and headed home for the night

As Allison was walking, she was looking at the screens with Playmaker and Blue Angel. She loved them both and they made her smile. But then her smile went away and she looked ahead all upset. She turned away from duelling after Link VRains came. She knew her deck was weird and she was scared to duel now.

She sighed as she sat on a bench near the water front. She shuffled through her deck when the wind picked up and blew her ace monster out of her deck and into a near by tree. She ran to the tree and climbed it and got her card but missed a branch and started to fall. She screamed. “Someone help me!!!”

(Open Rp for any Yusaku/Playmaker)

Talismans: Purposes and Power

So, an anonymous question came in that asked about how to choose a purpose for a talisman.  And they also asked the mods here what happened when you made a talisman that countered natural laws (they said ‘modern laws’, but I think that they meant something like physical laws).

A talisman is a magical object, of course, sanctified and consecrated and energized in order to carry out a specific purpose.  There’s no point in making a talisman, therefore, if you’re not going to give it a purpose. Otherwise it’s a magical object that doesn’t do anything. Which is silly.

So choosing a purpose for it is important. 

There’s also no point in making a talisman for something that the creator doesn’t want.  Don’t make a talisman for your house to be filled with stinging insects, for example.  Or for your goats to get sick and die.  Or for the French exchange student in your class at school that you like to curse your name loudly and refuse to sit in the same room as you. So pick a purpose that’s aligned with what you want.

Second, recognize that your purpose has to be clear and deliberate and accurate.  I’ve found that a single complete sentence works best, and that it can usually have no more than four or five dependent clauses— I try to set one of these clauses up to be about time limits and deadlines, one to be about spatial parameters, and one to be about no-harm/no-foul. But that’s me. Your results may vary.

You should make sure that your purpose is in line with your ethics. It is possible to make a talisman that kills your neighbor’s goats, for example, or prevents that French exchange student from falling for someone else, or forces that same exchange student to fall hopelessly in love with you.  But when you do this, you’re bringing genuine harm on someone else, or you’re subverting the will of other people — and while this doesn’t necessarily mean that the Universe will dump bad juju on you in retaliation immediately, you should recognize that you are changing into a not-nice person, and that has other effects which are not immediately apparent but also take a very, very long time to reverse. The habits of mind and heart created by engaging in nefarious magical practices have unpleasant effects far beyond the “three times three rule”; and they are often invisible to the person who engages in them until the moment of too late or almost too late arrives, assuming it ever does.

Finally, you should recognize that the effects of your talisman must in fact manifest in a world that is governed by natural laws and habits of behavior which are are non-trivial.  This means that your talisman to make your car defy gravity is unlikely to work as desired — your car might leave the road more frequently while driving too fast down bumpy roads, get into a crash, and the wrecked hulk melted down for recycling into airplane parts for example.  Your car will fly, but not before changing form in radical ways.  The rules of physics and biology and even to some degree economics will continue to apply in all relevant ways.  

A genuine example may prove instructive. A number of years ago, my town was hit with a devastating storm which knocked out the power for several days. Main Street had power in thirty hours, most of the town had power within seven days… and my neighborhood, barely a block and a half from Main Street, still didn’t after ten days. 

Enough is enough, I thought.  I got out all my ceremonial magic equipment, performed a rite to restore power to my neighborhood within the hour, and consecrated a talisman for good measure that my house would not be without running water or power or warmth for as long as I lived there: no frozen pipes, no broken power lines, no damaged sewer pipes, and so on.

I was restless afterward.  I wanted to go out.  I wanted to see people, and eat hot food and be warm. But I also wanted to see if my magic worked.  I stayed in.  Half an hour later? No power. Still no heat (it was November). Still no hot water. Agonizing.  I decided I would walk down to Main Street and get a cup of coffee and then I’d at least be slightly warm.  Stupid spirits. Stupid talisman.

On my walk downtown, I happened to glance up. In a tree near a building on the corner, I saw a snapped power cable.  Both ends of the cable were caught in the branches. They weren’t sparking or setting the tree on fire. They weren’t live.  But the cable was broken; and because it wasn’t at eye level, it had been completely missed in the survey of the neighborhood to find the break in the power grid.

I called in the report to the power company’s emergency number.  By the time I got back with my coffee, 25 minutes or so later, there was a truck from the power company parked on my street, and a bunch of guys were up in the tree taking down the broken power line and stringing new wire.  Fifteen minutes later I had power.

Here’s the odd thing.  The talisman still works, but in a very complicated and not entirely desirable way.  I haven’t lost power in my apartment while I was home, since.  I’ve had the power go out when I’ve been away at work, and come on five or ten minutes before I got home. The pipes froze while I was visiting friends in Florida one winter; and the landowner’s solution was to hire a plumber to cut holes in one of my walls and run the pipes inside the room instead of inside the wall — and now the aesthetics of one of my favorite rooms is damaged, and I hear my neighbor flush the toilet every single time. The heat costs a fortune in winter, too — and according to the plumber, the heat has to be on relatively high to keep the pipes from freezing.

I got exactly what I asked for from the talisman, didn’t I? No physical laws were harmed or countered in the carrying-out of its instructions, although that was clearly what I wanted.  Power and water still come to my house, and go out, by the same routes they did before. And all the usual rules of economics apply to those sources of energy and liquid. I didn’t take into account the costs, though, or the damage to the house that might result, or any of a number of other potential effects.  

Which is to say, you may have a belief that your magic’s effects will bypass or counter the effects of natural laws.  But in truth, your talisman’s purpose is manifesting within the larger world and its rules — and your talisman’s purpose will unfold within that context. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

abwatt

Full of Surprises- (young) Sirius Black imagine

Requests: Young Sirius black fluff at hogwarts please ??

AND

Just go for it!! (Sirius black)

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Your fingers were tightly caged inside Sirius’ as he pulled you along behind him towards the Black Lake.

“S-Sirius, slow down!” You gasped through fits of laughter. Sirius turned his head over his shoulder to smile cheesily at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling with such a wide smile.

“Not until we get there!” He quickened his pace. The grass underfoot was slightly overgrown, but it was soft and green. Your shoes dangled at your side, hanging from your fingers.

“Get where?” You asked. Sirius chuckled at your expense and finally slowed to a slow walk. Ahead, you saw the end of the inline you climbed, with the sun shining over the top of it, casting shadows behind the trees.

“Just over there.” Sirius panted, using his entire arm to gesture at the top of the hill.

“Black Lake.” You stated. Sirius suddenly planted a fast kiss on your cheek.

“You deserve a break.” He glanced sideways at you. “With me, of course.”

You giggled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I agree.” You and Sirius made it to the top of the small hill that looked over the large lake in Hogwarts’ back yard.

“Wow, it’s beautiful this time of year.” You mused, squeezing Sirius’ hand. Sirius squeezed back.

“Well, I’ve got a surprise just for you.” Sirius told slyly, jerking his head towards a set of willow trees at the rim of the lake. You widened your eyes.

“What kind of surprise?” This was odd. Sirius almost never surprised you; he was always straight forwards with you. Sirius chuckled.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” He raised his head proudly. You rolled your eyes with a deep sigh.

“Fiiiine.” You hummed. Sirius drew his wand from his pocket and aimed it at the trees that grew nearer towards the pair of you. The wispy branches eased out of the way, spreading far enough for you and Sirius to enter side by side. You gasped as you saw the sight.

Under the willow tree’s leaves, was a light blue cloth flattened out at the base of the tree. Stationed upon it were small plates of food and gold goblets of sparkling water. Small spheres of light milled around slowly overhead, illuminating the area with pink and white light. Purple lilies sat in a vase between plates, some of the petals fallen on the cloth near the bottom. You felt your hands raise to your mouth at the sheer beauty of the place.

“Sirius, you did this for me?” You asked, turning your head to look fully at Sirius’ face.

“For my girl? Anything.” Sirius whispered, spinning your body around and pulling you into his chest; your hands laid on his chest, stabilizing yourself against him.

“This is…” You were speechless. Sirius’ smile said he understood. He rested one hand on your hip and grabbed your hand with his other.

“I’m glad you like it.” He said against your ear, pecking your jaw afterwards gently. You were dizzy. It was all so beautiful.

“Like it?” You breathed, bringing your eyes to Sirius’. “I love it.”

“I just thought I’d do something for you because, well, I appreciate you. A lot. Very much.” Sirius stammered, his cheeks coloring slightly. You shyly hid your face in his neck at the words. Sirius rocked you both back and forth, swaying the beat of nonexisting music. It wasn’t a problem, for Sirius’ heart beat was music enough to you. His hands on your hips made you feel safe, and the colored light defined the shape of your boyfriend’s handsome face. You didn’t happen to care about the food going cold as you remained in each other’s arms.

“Why are you staring at me?” Sirius whispered. You blushed deeply, shaking your head slightly.

“Sorry, just got caught up.” You answered. Sirius laughed aloud, bowing his head to kiss you full on the mouth. Also something he didn’t do often.

For what felt like forever, Sirius’ lips were pressed against yours with a softness you only saw when you were alone. Your hands found the ends of his hair, rubbing them between your fingers. When Sirius pulled away, he looked into his eyes with such love you could feel it radiate off of him.

“You’re just full of surprises today.” You teased in a hushed tone. Sirius simply laughed, resting his chin on top of your head. The both of you remained like that for Merlin knows how long, but you didn’t mind.

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The great oak tree showed it’s true bloom this morning while birds sleep in it’s branches, the smaller creatures sleeping in the small homes built within it to keep all safe under it’s leaves. Not many knew of this place thanks to the earth mage named Hanoka. She was seen near the base of the tree while feeding it some energy to keep it healthy and healing it from anything hurting it.

“There you go..” she smiled holding the staff that was glowing a green mist of energy before lowering it. Her water blue eyes was looking at the sky before sitting down again to see the animals sleeping like many others in her forest.

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