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Herbs ( Sorry it's so long)

Acorn: Used for good luck, protection, wisdom, and personal power

African Mojo Beans: carried in a pocket, purse, or mojo for good luck

Agrimony: Overcoming fear & inner blockages and dispelling negative emotions. Reversing spells. Use as a wash or oil for healing rituals. Ward off evil entities and poisons

Alfalfa Leaves: Used in money, prosperity, and anti-hungry spells

Allspice: Money, luck, healing, and obtaining treasure. Added determination and energy to any spell

Angelica Root: Very powerful. Protects against negative energy and attracts positive energy. Used in healing and exorcisms. Protects against curses.

Anise Seeds: Used to help ward off the Evil Eye, find happiness, and stimulate psychic ability. Used in sleep pillows to prevent nightmares

Anise Star: Burned to increase psychic awareness & abilities.  Placed on altar to increase power generated or carried to bring good luck

Arabic Gum Powder: Purification and increased spirituality. Burned to reach meditative state

Arbica Flowers: Psychic powers and protection from spirits

Astragalus Root: Used for protection and energy

Balm of Gilead Tear: Used for love, manifestation, protection, healing, assisting in healing from loss of a loved one.

Barberry Root Bark: Cleansing, sorcery, atonement, freeing oneself from the power or control of another

Basil: Love, exorcism, wealth, and protection. Dispels confusion, fears, and weakness. Drives off hostile spirits

Bat Head Root: Used in spell work, rituals, to obtain wishes

Bay leaves: Used for protection, good fortune, success, purification, strength, healing and psychic powers. Write wishes on the leaves and burn them to make the wish come true. Put in dream pillows for prophetic dreams.

Bayberry Root Bark: Good fortune, luck, healing, and stress relief

Bee Pollen: Friendship, attraction, love, strength, happiness, and overcoming depression

Birch Bark: Powerful aid divination magic and finding the heart of truth. Other uses protection, exorcism, and purification.

Black Cohosh Root: Love, protection, courage, protection, potency

Black Walnut Bark: Wish magic, access to divine energy, and bringing the blessing of the Gods

Bladderwrack Cut: Protection, sea spells, wind spell, money, and psychic powers

Blessed Thistle Cut: Purification, protection against negativity, evil and hex breaking

Bloodroot Cut: Love, protection, and purification. Hex breaking

Blue Cohosh Cut: Use empowerment, purification, money, drawing, love breaking, and driving away evil

Blue Violet Leaf: Love, inspiration, good fortune, and protection for all evil. Wore to calm tempers and bring sleep

Boneset Leaf: Protection, exorcism and evil spirits. To curse an enemy burn as incense with a black candle inscribed with the name of the enemy

Borage Leaf: Courage and psychic powers. Burn as an incense to increase courage and strength of character.

Buckthorn Bark: Elf magic, driving away enchantments, luck, wishes

Burdock Root: Used in cleansing magic. Protection incense and spells

Calamus Root: Luck, Healing, money, protection, prevention of hunger & poverty and strengthening/binding spells (Poisonous)

Calendula Flower Petals: Protection, legal matters, and psychic/spiritual powers. Put in dream pillows for protection and to make dreams come true

Caraway Seed: Health, love, protection, mental powers, memory, passion, and anti- theft. Improve memory when used in dream spell, remember dreams

Cascara Sagrada Bark: Legal matters, money spells and protection against hexes.

Cat’s Claw Cut: Vision quests, shamanic journeys, money drawings

Catnip Cut: Sacred to Bast. Used in ritual having to do with cats or cat deities. Love, enhance beauty or happiness, protection, bad habits

Cedar: Confidence, strength, power, money, protection, healing and purification. Use in sachets to promote calmness

Celery Seed: Used for mental and psychic powers and concentration. Use in dream pillows for to help with sleep

Chamomile Flowers: Used for love, healing, production marriage proposals, gambling luck, prosperity, good fortune, reducing stress, removing hexes, curses, and spells

Chaste Tree Berries: Used in rituals to draw down the moon, chastity, and protection of the home.

Cherry Bark: Lust, direction, frugality, invisibility, magical potency. Burn as an increase while performing divination, or to during love spells

Chickweed: Fertility and love, lunar magic, animal, magic, healing with birds, carry to attract love.

Chicory Root Granules: favors, removing obstacles, and invisibility, positive outlook, sense of humor. Use a black candle and burn as an incense to hex someone.

Chive: Protection and weight loss

Chrysanthemum Flowers: Love, joy, humor, and protection

Cilantro: Protection of gardeners, bring peace to the home, and help attune one with their soul

Cinnamon: Spirituality, success, healing, personal protection, love, luck, strength, passion, and prosperity, associated with fire and the sun

Cinquefoil: An all-purpose magical herb. Love, money, health, power, and wisdom, stimulates memory, eloquence, and self-confidence, financial gain, or by those who are otherwise seeking good fortune and self-improvement, bring love, money, health, power, and wisdom into their live,  business & house blessing

Clover: Ritual baths to aid in financial estrangement. It is also used for lust, money, love, success, luck, blessing and protection of animals.

Cloves: Protection, friendship, banishing hostel or negative forces, mental clarity, money, purify, cleanses the aura.

Coltsfoot Leaves: Wealth, prosperity, love, peace, and tranquility

Comfrey Leaves: Money, safety during travel, stability, anti-theft

Coriander Seed: Love, health, protection, ease pain of broken heart, peace, ward off disease and migraines

Corn Silk: Protection, divination, good luck

Cubeb Berries: Love, lust, adding fire to spells

Cumin Seed: Fidelity, protection, exorcism, anti- theft

Damiana Leaf: Lust, sex magic, attracting love, open chakras and increase psychic abilities (Toxic to the liver)

Dandelion Leaf: Summoning spirits, healing, purification and defeating negativity, wish

Deer Antler Velvet Powder: Health, stamina, vigor, mental clarity, fertility and longevity (For external use only)

Devil’s Claw : Protection, dispelling unwanted company, and confusing enemies

Dill Seed: Money, protection, luck, lust, keeping away dark forces, house blessings, Lust

Dragon’s Blood: Protection, energy, lush, banishing, purification, and ending bad habits, increase potency of a spell, luck

Dulse: Use for lust, harmony in the home, sea rituals, and pacifying sea winds, peace

Echinacea Augustifolia/ Purpurea: Adding strength to spells, money, altar offerings

Elder Berries: Releasing enchantments, protection against negativity, wisdom, houses blessings, used in rites of death to protect the loved ones on the way to the Otherworld (May be Poisonous)

Elder Flower: Sleep, releasing enchantments, protection against negativity, wisdom, house blessings

Elecampane Root: Banishing and dispel angry or violent vibration, associated with elves, attract love, purify

Eucalyptus: Protection and attracting healing vibration

Eyebright: Psychic ability, improves memory, encourages rationality, brings light into dark and negative situations

Fennel Seed: Strength, vitality and sexual virility, prevents curse, hexes, possession and negative problems

Fenugreek Seed: Money drawing, and fertility magic

Feverfew: Protection while traveling, protection against accidents, cold/flu, love magic, spiritual healing

Flax Seeds: Money spells, healing spells, protection spells

Frankincense: Protection, consecration, meditation, cleansing, purification, offerings at Beltane, Lammas, and Yule, self-will, self-control, the ego, success

Fumitory Herb:  Associated with the Underworld, offering during Samhain, communicating with sports, attracted money, purification

Galangal Root: Winning in court, doubling money, hex breaking; remove evil spells, protection, improving psychic abilities, good health, sex magic

Garlic Powder: Healing, protection, exorcism, purification, guards against negative magic and spirts, invoking Hecate

Ginger Root: Adventure, new experiences, sensuality, sexuality, personal confidence, prosperity, success, adds strength and speed to anything it’s added to, good health, protection

Gingko Leaf: Fertility, grace, love, beauty, healing, creativity

Ginseng Powder: Love, health, beauty, protection, rejuvenation, longevity, sexual potency

Goldenrod: Money and divination

Grains of Paradise: Luck, love prosperity, protection, getting a job, divination, spells to determine guilt or innocence

Gravel Root: job security, gaining employment, success, and career

Green Tea: Courage or strength, future riches

Gum Arabic: Purification, increase spirituality, good vibration or meditative

Hawthorn Berry: Chasity, fertility, fairy magic, and rebirth

Heather Flowers: Protection, luck, bring rain, protection against violent, peace

Hibiscus Flowers: Love, lust, divination, dreams

High John the Conqueror Root: Strength, confidence, conquering any situation, success, gambling luck, luck, money, love, health, and protection

Honeysuckle Flowers: Money, success, abundance, confidence, intuition, increase psychic powers

Hops: Restfulness, sleep, healing

Horehound: Sacred to Horus, protection, clarity during rituals, creativity, inspiration, balances energy

Horsehoe Chestnut: Money and healing

Hyssop: Purification, lightens vibrations, spiritual opening, cleansing, anti-theft, ritual baths

Irish Moss: luck, money, protection

Jasmine Flowers: Divination, charging, new ideas, wealth, sleep, prophetic dreams

Jezebel Root: Money, achievement, curses and hexes

Juniper Berries: Banish, good health, attract good, healthy energies and love, anti- theft

Kava Kava Root: astral work, travel protection, sex

Kelp: healing, protection, travel protection, psychic powers, business success, attracting customers, any water/ sea/ wind magic

Lavender: Love, protection, healing, sleep, purification, peace, depression, peace

Lemon Balm: Love, success, healing, psychic, spiritual

Lemon Peel: Cleansing, spiritual opening, purification, removal of blockages, unwanted negative

Lemon Verbena: Purification, attractiveness, prevent dreams

Lemongrass: psychic cleansing/opening and lust

Licorice Root: Love, lust, fidelity

Lily of the Valley: Soothing, calming, peace, tranquility, repelling negativity, harassment, empowering, happiness, mental power, marital longevity

Linden Flower: Love and sleep

Lobelia: Love and preventing storms (Poisonous)

Lucky Hand: Protection and good luck

Lungwort: Air magic, deities of air, protection while travel by air, healing to lungs

Mandrake: Protection, prosperity, fertility, exercising evil, enhancing creativity, increasing potency of spells, attract love, health

Maple Wood: Love, money, wealth, longevity, good luck

Marjoram: Cleansing, purification, dispelling negativity, revealing dreams, protection, love, money, resolving sadness and grief

Marshmallow Root: Protection, psychic power

Mesquite Chips: Healing, cleansing, purification

Milk Thistle Seed: Strength, perseverance, wisdom, aid in decision making

Mistletoe: Fertility, creativity, prevention of illness and misfortune, protection from negative spells, Carry for luck when hunting, associated with Yule, Jupiter, and the sun, fertility, love, protection, prophetic visions

Motherwort: Confidence, success and counter magic

Mugwort: Lust, fertility, prevent backache, cure disease and madness, astral travel, prophetic dreams, clean crystal balls and scrying mirrors

Mullein Leaf: Protection from nightmares & sorcery, courage, cursing and invoking spirits

Mustard Seed: Courage, faith, endurance, luck

Myrrh: Spiritual opening, meditation, healing, high psychic vibrations, peace, blessing of talismans, charms, and magical tools

Nettles Leaf: Dispelling darkness & fear, strengthening will aiding in the ability to handle emergencies, drive off evil & negativity

Nutmeg: Money, prosperity, luck, protection, breaking hexes

Oak Moss: Luck, money, protection, strength

Oat Straw: Money and prosperity

Olive Leaf: Peace, potency, fertility, healing, protection, and lust

Onion Flakes: Prosperity, stability, endurance, protection, negative influences, ending bad habits, and removing illness, sacred to the moon

Orange Peel: Love, divination, luck, money, house blessing

Oregano: Joy, strength, vitality, and added energy

Orris Root: Popularity, persuasiveness and personal success, communication, draw love, protection

Palo Santo: Purification, increase energy flow to the body, meditation, wards off negativity

Papaya Leaf: Banishing evil and intensifying existing love relationships

Paprika: Add energy to any spell

Parsley: Calm, protects the home, money, luck, restores sense of well-being, strength and vitality after surgery or illness

Passion Flower: Attract friendship, prosperity, emotional balance, sex, stress, diminish disagreements

Patchouli: Element of earth, prosperity, fertility, personal growth, money

Patchouly: Money, love, grounding, fertility

Pau d’Arco: Healing of severe diseases

Peach Leaf: Fertility, love, and wisdom

Pennyroyal Leaf: Peace, tranquility, consecration rituals, repelling insects, seasickness, physical strength, endurance, success, good health

Peony Root: Protection from hexes and jinxes, good luck, good fortune, prosperity, success, attract fairies

Peppercorns: Courage, banishing negative vibrations, ward off jealousy against you

Peppermint Leaf:  Increase vibrations, healing purification, peaceful sleep, prophetic dream

Periwinkle: Marriage, mental power, money, grace, protection against snakes and poison, lost memory (May be poisonous)

Pine Cones: Clean breaks, new beginnings, prosperity, success, strength, grounding and growth, cleansing, purification, repelling negativity

Poppy Seed: Pleasure, heightened awareness, love, luck, and invisibility, insomnia

Quassia: Love magic

Raspberry Leaf: healing, protection, love. Carried ( NOT EATEN) by pregnant women to reduce the pain involved in pregnancy & childbirth

Rhubarb Root: Fidelity and protection

Rose Buds & Petals: Attracting love, beauty, clairvoyance, domestic peace, happiness, joy of giving

Rose Hips: Healing spells, good luck, calling in good spirits

Rosemary: Healing, good health, love, lust, prevent nightmares, purification and removing negativity

Sage: Self-purification, grief, loss, mental ablilty, wisdom, negative energy, spiritual, emotional, and physical health, well- being

Sandalwood: Removing negativity, increasing opportunities and bringing success, protection, healing, exorcism, purification

Sarsaparilla Root: Sexual vitality, health, love, money

Sassafras: Health, money, and overcoming addictions

Saw Palmetto Berries: Healing, protection, exorcism, passion, spiritual openings

Skullcap: Fidelity, commitment, relaxation, binding oaths, consecrate vows

Sea Salt: Cleansing crystals, purification, consecration, grounding, protection magic and rituals

Senna Leaf: Lust and love, enhance tact and diplomacy

Spanish Moss: Protection, opening blockages, and dispelling negativity

Spearmint Leaves: Protection while sleeping, healing, love

Spikenard Root: Bring luck, ward off illness

Squaw Vine: All matters of fertility and childbirth

St. John’s Wort: Protection, banishing, protection, blessing, depression, sorrow, prevent colds, protection from evil spirits, divination

Strawberry Leaf: Attract success; good fortune, and favorable circumstances, luck, pregnant women carry to ease pain for pregnancy and childbirth

Sulfur Powder: Used to dispel or prevent a hex on you

Sunflower Petals: Energy, protection, power, wisdom, wishes

Tansy: Health, invisibility, immortality, longevity, keeping evil out of the house

Tarragon: Healing in abusive situation and compassion magic

Thyme: Loyalty, affection, and good opinion of others, grief, strength, courage, banishing, purification, luck, health, warding off nightmares

Tonka: Love, wishes, courage, gain prosperity, courage, luck, protection

Vervain: Protection, purification, money, youth, peace, healing, sleep, wealth, depression, creativity

White Oak Bark: Wisdom, strength, youthfulness, attractiveness, fertility, negativity

White Pine Bark: Clean breaks, new beginnings, prosperity, success, strength, grounding, growth, also used cleansing, purification, repelling negativity

White Sage: Purification, evil spirits, negative energies, prosperity, fertility and longevity, money

White Willow: Blessing of the moon, healing, binding, wishes, divination

Wintergreen: Good fortune, luck, purification

Witch Hazel: Chastity, protection, grief, broken heart, love spells, ward off evil

Witches Grass: Happiness, lust, love, exorcism, overcoming obstacle, reversing hexes, depression

Wood Betony: Purification, protection, nightmares, despair

Wormwood: removing anger, stopping wars, protection from the Evil Eye, accidents, clairvoyance, to summon spirts, divination, bring enemies misfortune

Yarrow Flowers: Healing, hand fasting, weddings, divination, love, negativity, ward off fears, courage, confidence, psychic opening

Yellow Dock: Fertility, healing, money, attract customers

Yerba Santa: Beauty, healing, psychic powers, protection, ward off illness, use in bath if you think you are hexed

Yohimbe Bark: Love, lust, virility, fertility, cursing

Yucca Root: Protection, purification, cleanse and purify the body before magic, remove curse

yourbootyisyou  asked:

Monster Falls??

- The only person that knows this is Mabel, but Dipper has a nest of blankets that he’s made over the years to make up for no longer being able to use a bed. He’s collected several blankets and pillows, as well as other fluffy (super soft) things that he mushed together in a corner. 

- Stanford and Dipper made Mabel’s tank more portable and mobile because they couldn’t stand seeing Mabel so distraught over being in the lake and not joining them on missions. She still goes to the lake to visit Mermando sometimes, but for the most part she likes staying on land (and working at the Mystery Shack).

- When Dipper has to shed the velvet of his antlers, he absolutely hates it. He will ram his antlers into trees and often finds himself stuck in the branches, waiting for Stanley or even Mabel to find him and help him get dislodged. It gets better the older he gets, but they never let him live down the time he waited three hours before they found him.

- Bill loves appearing and harassing the Pines family at the worst times. Hence, whenever Dipper is shedding his velvet, he will appear and tease him endlessly until the poor cervitaur is found. Though, sometimes, Bill will snap his fingers and the branches might move by themselves to help Dipper wriggle himself free. He never admits it but his favorite moments with Dipper are when they’re sitting for hours talking, waiting for someone to find the boy. 

- Stanley never sleeps, so he uses this valuable time to continue his pug smuggling and other illegal acts (it’s not like anyone will catch him anyway, his wings are extremely powerful and he can easily just turn into an inconspicuous statue). The only one that ever actually scolds him is Stanford, who also tends to need less sleep than mortal creatures, and will often be the one who catches Stanley in the act. 

Bonus:

- Bill takes on the form of a human hunter often whenever he wants to spend time with Dipper and will often pretend to aim a (nerf) gun at the cervitaur in the woods. 

“Bill! A nerf bullet still hurts even if it’s not a real one!”

“Aw, come on, Pine Tree! It’s hilarious! And the suction cups actually stick to your fur!”

You may thank @cat-zy and the Discord crew for this garbage. Steve is a Galapagos Tortoise, Bucky is an elk, Natasha is a fox, and Tony is a potoo. I hate everything.


Steve sighed. Loudly.

“Oh my God what do you want,” Bucky snapped. “That’s the fifth time you’ve sighed in ten minutes. What? What is it? I’m trying to get my velvet off you asshole.”

“Sorry,” Steve mumbled, not sorry at all, as he ate some berries.

“No you’re not,” Bucky scolded, turning from trying to rub his velvet off on a tree. “What are you sighing about?” Then he saw something shoot past a tree in the distance. “Oh my God is this about Tony again?”

Steve clenched his jaw mulishly. “No.”

“If I have to listen to you gush about his big yellow eyes one more time I’m gonna flip you over and let Natasha eat your guts,” Bucky hissed. “Just go tell ‘im you think he’s pretty.”

Steve swung his head around to glare at him. “I can’t do that! He’ll think I’m joking!”

“Who will think you’re joking about what,” Natasha asked, leaping up onto Bucky’s back and reaching up to bat at the velvet hanging from his antlers. “Are you talking about Tony?”

“No,” Steve said, at the same time Bucky rolled his eyes and said, “Yes.

Natasha tilted her head. “…You know,” she said after a moment. “It’s a shame Tony made me promise not to tell you things.” She stared at Steve for a long moment before turning back to Bucky. “But he didn’t make me promise not to tell you. Did you know that Tony thinks Steve is really handsome?”

“What,” Steve said.

“I did not know,” Bucky replied. “Please tell me more.”

“He likes Steve’s shell, thinks it’s just the perfect amount of shiny. He likes the way it’s shaped like a star in the middle.”

Steve craned his neck even though he knew he couldn’t see the top of his shell. Everyone had told him about the star though. Not everyone could be lying to him.

“He just worries because he’s heard tortoises aren’t monogamous and he is,” Natasha continued.

Steve shuffled around to face her hurriedly. “I can be monogamous!”

Natasha gave him a searching look.

Bucky sighed loudly and stamped a hoof. “Honestly? He probably could be. One of the girls was flirting with him and he didn’t even notice because Tony went swooping by.”

“I hate that you’re like this,” Natasha admitted. “Steve, have you ever heard of catching a clue? You’re so stupid, he’s been flirting with you forever.”

Steve blinked at her. “What?”

“He brings you the berries that are too high up for you to reach,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“What.”

“He brings you cacti when he thinks you haven’t drunk enough in a while.”

What.

“And he offered to eat the bugs off you, Steve.” Natasha gave him a long, disappointed stare. “He’s a potoo. His bill is flat. He has to try extra hard to get into all your crevices but he doesn’t stop until he’s sure all the parasites are gone.”

Steve gaped up at her.

“You’re so stupid,” Natasha repeated, just a little bit of the frustration seeping into her voice. “He could have chosen literally anyone else and his stupid monogamous ass chose your stupid face as the one he wanted to rub against.”

“Hey,” Bucky said reproachfully. “Tony could have come right out and said something!”

“He’s nocturnal, you idiots!” Natasha burst out, then leapt from Bucky’s back and fled into the bushes, white-tipped tail twitching with irritation.

Bucky watched her go, agape, tail flown up with surprise. “…Well,” he managed after a moment. “It is kind of telling that a nocturnal bird would change his sleeping schedule just to hang out with your stupid face.”

“My face is so stupid,” Steve lamented. “And so is the rest of me.”

It’s funny that our idea of healthy, thriving nature is a bunch of deer frolicking through the forest, because 

a) Deer are not forest animals. They’re meadow animals forced to live in the forest by human development of meadows, and it’s not uncommon for bucks to get their antlers tangled in tree branches and starve to death there

b) Because they’re not forest animals, deer wreak havoc on the trees by stripping their protective bark (whether to eat or just itching the velvet off their growing antlers), leaving them vulnerable to parasites and disease. The forests die, and without them to anchor the soil or harbor moisture, erosion and drought soon follow, leaving desert.

Basically even our idea of nature is unnatural and unhealthy, and has been for centuries lol

I’ve no interest in starting the troll bone/horn discourse but I’m always game to dispense science/biology/zoology knowledge! 

This also brings up the difference between horns, antlers and ossicones too when we talk about troll horns.

Horns: bone with keratin coated over the top. These have a capacity to heal and grow

Antlers: not bone, similar stuff but less tough and also dead. Often these are temporary/seasonal because they cannot heal from damage

Ossicones: entirely made of bone and straight up just chunks of angry sharp skull. Usually have fur or tough skin on top.

Since Alternian horns are always referred to as horns and grow larger as they age, they are most likely living horn. Y’all don’t have to head canon this but since there’s no current lore going around of trolls having their horns suddenly drop off or horrifying insect antler velvet that comes off in bleeding strips. I’m gonna say horns. Although if we wanted to get inventive we could go for ossicones with some crazy skin growing over. Or even some kind of extrapolation based on bug antenna/integument. Because why not.

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The Ballad of Tam Lin { Reylo Fairytale Series }

And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
At the end of every seven years,
We pay a tithe to Hell

Rey drags Kylo down from his white horse, away from the knights that flank him on both sides. She feels the power of fae-magic around them, the Unseelie Court awakening to take back what is theirs…but their Queen cannot have him for her savage tithe. He belongs to Rey, though she possesses neither magic nor the strength to fight his captors. All the powers of Hell cannot keep them apart, though she is mortal and weak in her human flesh.

Kylo’s form shifts in her hands: scales of an adder drag over her arms, tightening around her wrists and neck. Talons tear at her skin, feathers brushing her cheeks. You swore to do me no harm, my love, she reminds him. The great mass of a bear towers over her, and she clutches at his rough fur. And then his velvet antlers are in her hands as he bucks wildly, trying to escape. She wills herself to hold on, to not let him go…to not leave her child without a father.


The antlers turn to a rod of iron, scalding hot, and she screams as it burns the skin of her palms. She does not let go, not even when the iron becomes a flaming coal. Kylo’s spirit rests in the palm of her hand: burning and determined, the fire of a man trapped by faerie magic, yearning to be free.

Rey runs through the smoke and fog, over the hill. His knights are at her back, swords drawn, ready to strike her down. But this is her father’s land. It belongs to her by birthright. She knows every rock and every blade of grass. Her feet are sure-footed as she races towards the well.

She holds her fist over the water, looking back over her shoulder where the masked knights stand in a line against the horizon. Let them tell their Queen that Rey has taken her consort; let the world know that he is Rey’s alone. She opens her fist…the burning coal hisses as it is submerged. It is a baptism; it is a resurrection.

Her love rises from the water.

Authenticity & Wyrd

There’s no such thing as Authenticity, or being Real as opposed to fake. No static boundary to cross, no goal to make. To suggest that there is a quality, distinct and clear, is to misunderstand the fact that Being is continuous. This is not post modernism - on the contrary it is pre-modern in nature.

There’s a rushing sense to it, like trying to catch silver fish in a running river with your bare hands. The moment you grip it, the fish wriggles, changes. The water cascades around you. All the sensations impinge and impress upon you, but they are there one moment, and then gone the next, replaced by something new.

Authenticity always hearkens to the past, to the moment when you finally realise what a thing is - except by the time the realisation forms, what spurred it has gone.

The only solution to this problem, such as it is a problem at all, is to note that the Primordial exists as a kind of Never-Was.

Insofar as Never can be described as a specific species of negation, the Never-Was negates the past as fixity.Instead of fixity, we are presented with Fate that is not oriented futurewards - indeed, there is no futurity. There is only the Primordial, which itself is a mere label since there’s actually no numerical sense involved - no primary, secondary, tertiary etc.

But what manner of Fate are we describing, this thing which is apart from our notions of past, present and future? In this, we consider the premodern word  Urðr,  from which we derive wyrd, and weird.

Wyrd is not past, present or future. Indeed, in old texts like Beowulf, it is said wyrd always goes as it must.

In this sense, wyrd, fate does not conform to past-present future - even when we factor in  Verðandi (happening) and Skuld (debt/obligation/consequence) we are not experiencing the same tripartite structure.

Even gods are bound by wyrd - which is to say there is an inexorable process occupying what we might conceivably visualise as as a simultaneous Before-Between-After and yet permeating all events, too.

Therefore, there is no distinct Authenticity, there is only wyrd, and in considering this, we are faced with the possibility that our actions are not our own alone, but also the actions of every entity within the kosmos. Our actions may in fact be the description of negative space - our lives are like the air inside a lung, shaped by ‘outside’ forces and yet influencing those forces though the air seems apparently empty space.

In this, we approach again, the Nietzschean amor fati. If God is Dead (insofar as God is understood as a singular moral arbiter and guarantor of so-called explicit ‘order’, rather than some specific Abrahamic deity) then we are liberated from notions of linear progression. Instead of a single line, we are presented with a vast manifold, a cornucopia of options which, paradoxically to our modern minds, require deliberate intensity - wilful Dionysiac engagement with all events and occurrences, beyond all notions of so-called Good and Evil, Real and Fake.

And this is not easy. Indeed it is the hardest labour of all, to  see all events as but Images, endless protean iterations of wyrd, each one a portal to all others - an entangled web gleaming with burnished illuminating darkness.

This does not mean that all things are equal - indeed it demands we engage with all these Images anew, differently each time, on a case by case basis. The seeming lack of guarantee of value does not, and never has, levelled the landscape of existence into a marketable, democratized form. Instead, we are driven to seek that value, as a people entering an unknown land must explore it in order to find those resources which will allow them to live, and live well.

By embracing this Terra Incognita, we face death, annihilation and loss. Our fears are our daemonic companions by which we might find the dragons we always dreamt of, unlocking ancient serpent wisdom - the knowing-of existence itself.

We would do well to consider the words of Philip K. Dick:  “The symbols of the divine show up in our world initially at the trash stratum.”

The unwanted, excreted, exiled, the thrown-away, the impure and the monstrous - all these are cast out, and in that casting are imbued with a Beyondness, shot through with alien Outsiderness.

As exiles, they become messages and mediums carrying the previously unknown, the forgotten. They are the first place the Wyrd breaks through - as evidenced by the works of Jeffrey Kripal, Mutants and Mystics: Science Fiction, Superhero Comics, and the Paranormal in particular

We ourselves are patchwork creatures - inheriting genes, speech patterns, beliefs and tastes in many different endlessly inventive iterations. If one were to slice our lives into pieces, it is doubtful each piece would recognise the other as itself,. All we have then, is the wyrd of it, the unutterable strangeness of our own existence, our own experience, which of course is not our own, but an Image composed of all the kosmos coming to be within the localised envelope of appearance we call life.

It is in this highly localised  environment that the kosmos reveals itself, each moment brimming with daemonic creativity, mirthful tricksy divinity. that mocks and pokes fun at our dearly held notions of matter, space, time, morality and perception.

It is that wriggling silver fish, that rushing stream, the chill in your bones, the hunger that drove you to even try. It is the cry your mother made in the moments before your birth, the last rattle of your own breath as you die.

Vast, immeasurable and irrational, seeking to lead you on a wild goose-chase into the woods with the faeries. The fleeing deer who catches and kills its hunter with bloody velvet antlers covered in carven magic spells meant to bewitch so as the laughing god might have true, honoured sacrifice.

It’s the lights in the sky that dazzle the eye and violate the laws of physics with criminal intent, the old stone that writhes all mossy under your fingertips, the whorls and lines catching starlight in a net and letting it loose in bottomless pools wherein lie maidens waiting to drag you down to the underworld.

Strange and terrible charlatan magi in feathered cloaks and broad-brimmed hats howling barbarous words while birdheaded scribes stain stone with hieroglyphs that last for tens of centuries. Thieves, liars, illusionists, pariahs and poets.

And it’s wyrd, this raw strangeness, this sly and terrible hint, this cold-edged spine-burn of tear jerking, gulping joyous immensity. This vertiginous yawning gulf of momentary knowing  which passes understanding and comes to bring sword-peace and pulsing, surging life.

Enough to wake the dead and have them climbing from their tombs and dancing, all foxfire-illumined in the cavernous starry gulfs. Look careful there, and you might just catch your own face amongst them, shorn of care, before you’re whirled and spun and struck by the awe of their ever-presence - sent madly careening through the fields of your own doubts, laughing all the while. 

Then, chilled by the dew upon your skin, on the morning after the night before, cold grey comedown will make you wonder, make you reason, make you seek some rhyme and rhythm as it all recedes.

And that’s the way of it - rationality pours concrete over starry meadows. Day after day, you might be faced with that greyness, until one day, it seems that’s all there is. So that’s when you sit. When you seize the concrete, when you rake that plane with the sheer stress of your regard. Seize its pitting and its pattern, its grit and its surface, and then, as its imperfections swell, its brutalism cuts and bruises your heart, let yourself bleed. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself howl for the forgotten things you think you have lost.

Then:

Aye, and then, there’ll be that single, stunted, broken blade of grass, parched and browning. Exhausted, fallen, a crippled corpse severed from its fellows. Stabs deeper than a knife, that blade - delivers a mortal wound, so it does.

In the moment, its all too much. You die, or some part of you does. It falls away, crumbling away. Lies there, curled and brown, circling grass around some outcast dream that can no longer survive the desert of existence.

Except..where did that grass come from?

From whence sprang that tiny thing, in all this field of blankness and sharp edges?

Look again, and its gone. Look thrice though, and you’ll see it’s not alone. On the edges, in the neglected parts, there grows scrub, there grows weed and thorn. Raggedy, out-of-place, having no home here, no right to be present.

How in all hell does it survive, you might wonder?

Even weeds have roots. Beyond what is seen, down and down, they stretch into the earth. They are everywhere, and this is just a metaphor, an analogy. A story, a lie - and yet, well..

Wyrd, innit?

Ashes on the Tongue

By Roshani Chokshi

Winter doesn’t know the taste of a lot of things. But there is one thing she has memorized, one flavor that never escapes her no matter how hard she tries. It is ash. Even when she sleeps, that charred ghost flavor slinks around her mouth, sticking at the back of her throat. When she sleeps, she can feel the velvet of fine-milled ash pressing into her cheeks. And when she wakes, the first smell on the wind is always wood smoke.

She supposes that this is because it is the taste of warmth. It is the taste of things fighting back against the might of her, but that doesn’t make it any better.

There are only so many things a season may taste.

Winter knows the delicate sweetness of ice riming a windowpane. There is no kinder cold than the sleeve of frost adorning a bare tree limb. Winter knows the taste of fire. Cold coaxes out the sugar, for when death is close, life turns to its sweetest. It does it like an animal cornered, a survival mechanism, and Winter can always taste the bittersweet taste of panic. There are other flavors, things that other seasons would long for—the tangy glitter-crackle of ornaments spinning behind a window, sticky sweet candy-coated apples that are a shade so viciously red they ward away demons. And that was nothing to say of the emotions that perfumed the air: waiting and wonder, snow in the eyes and snow on the tongue, winter prayers rising into the sky and tangling in the not-fallen snow.

But the ash…

The ash always remained.

It was always the taste that lingered, for it was the taste of death. The taste of things burned and turned into something else. That was what everyone thought of Winter. She was the season of sleep and frost, of death made beautiful when draped in white.

She was those things. She walked in a silver dress, wore a crown of velvet-nap antlers and around her throat was a collar of ice so bright that diamonds wept. When she walked, she showed you her bones. Like you were the only one who got to see her this way: the shadowy twigs of her limbs, the frail stone heart fluttering beneath a ribcage of dried moss. Even her blood, just sheaves of parchment-thin ice growing across a river.

But people always seemed to forget that she could grow things too. A new year, when no one was looking. A spindle that groaned fat on dreams that she draped through the slumber of so many children. Despair, when the mood struck, for she could yank Night into the sky and even Day would cower. For this was the time of her reign.  

And yet there were things she longed for too. Sometimes her reign was long and sometimes her reign was short. But always it was lonely.

There was no one else to sit at her table of snow. No one else with whom she might wax thoughtfully about the ever-present taste of ash.

When she reigned, everything else was asleep. Everyone else was already sharing their shadow.

She had taken mortal lovers, yes. Too many boys who she had loved for the way the snow clung to their lashes. Too many girls who she had worshipped for the way the ice laced through their hair. But there had been too many times when she kissed them too hard and they turned to ice beneath her. There had been too many times when she had lain her cheek against their shoulder in the night and woke to find them frozen.

It was a day that should have been mundane.

She should have known, then, how monumental it would be.

Things of great change like to wear the face of normalcy, as if they might stalk and sneak upon you better. Things of great change are rather childish, in that way.

Winter was wearing her finest furs of ruffled snow and ermine. She was walking in her thinnest slip, a gauzy thing that left her shoulders bare. She radiated cold, and the world warped around her the way a saint always bends his neck beneath the weight of a heavenly corona.

She saw her through a parting of trees. The branches were white, and through it, the girl looked like a fractal of a girl. Something already broken.

Winter loves instantly.

She could take the time to fall, of course, but winter is a gust of ice against an unprotected neck, and a noose of cold around the throat. Though the world yearns to be rid of her, she is usually gone quite fast.

Which is all to say: there was no time to be gentle.

For nothing about her was ever gentle.

The girl behind the branches stood out like a poppy in the snow. Like a flame poised to devour.

Winter could only watch as the girl picked her way through the fallen branches and icy ground to stand before her. This close, the girl burned. Her hair was smoke and embers, blue as the heart of a flame. And yet her lips were a candy-lush red, bright as a Christmas apple.

“I hear you don’t like what fruit I grow,” said the girl.

And Winter knew, suddenly, who she was. Fire.

Winter found her voice.

“The taste of ash is everywhere,” she said imperiously. “It gets everywhere. It’s the cursed taste at the end of every meal. It hides in my hair. Coats my tongue. So yes, one could say that I’m not particularly fond of your fruit.”

For she was nothing if not imperious.

Fire tilted her head. A ribbon of flame coiled around her neck. Winter wanted to press her lips to it. Then she wanted to remove it with her teeth.

“It was supposed to make you curious. Not furious.”

“Curious to do what?” asked Winter.

Fire stretched out her hand. A charred pomegranate sat in her palm. When Winter touched it, it seamed down the middle. A puff of smoke stamped the air. Seven charred seeds glistened like wet garnets.

“To know me. To let me stay by your side. Perhaps not all things that are bitter and lingering are things to be rejected. Perhaps you just have not explored them enough.”

Winter reached out, sucking the marrow from a single jewel seed. This was not a taste of ash that she knew. This was something lustrous. Something that tasted like a wildfire swallowing a forest. It stung the back of her throat. Made her eyes water.

Fire smiled. “Well?”

Winter poured the jewel-seeds into her mouth.

I have played several games but I only have about four or five characters. Depending on where the game takes place I’ll use one of them.

For games in the North I use Velvet Antlers. She is— or was— an icewalker. Her tribe followed the yearly migration of the reindeer herds from east to west and back again. They refused to bend the knee to the so-called “Chosen One” who would unite the tribes. The Bull of the North killed them for their bravery, and only Velvet survived. She will get revenge for her slain son, and no god, demon, or monster will stand in her way. (Hey that sounds like Tales of– YEAH I KNOW I WAS BLOWN AWAY TOO but I made Velvet like, 5 years ago). Velvet is not an Exalt, though ironically she is heroic enough to become one. Maybe she will.

For games in the West, I use Crashing Waves. (He/they) The child of a Southern merchant and a Western fisherman, Crash is a pirate who made a deal with the dreaded Lintha Family. You don’t back out of deals with the Lintha, as Crash was to soon find out. After weeks of withstanding terrible torture at the hands of these demons, Crash Exalted. Now this ‘reformed’ criminal is trying to learn what it means to be devoted to something bigger than oneself.

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The Big Guy, Denali by David & Shiela Glatz
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Huge bull Moose (Alces alces) with antlers in velvet, Denali National Park, Alaska.

Thisismydesignhannibal’s 500 Follower Fic Giveaway!

500+ Followers…WTF?!

I can’t believe that over 500 of you are following little old me!  I meant to say thank you at 100 and 200 and 300 and so on, but this all happened so quickly :)

THANK YOU for following, re-blogging, messaging, commenting, kudos, reading etc.  I am so eternally grateful to this fandom for welcoming me with open arms, and for being such a strange and beautiful group of kind, supportive and creative odd-balls. This fandom really helped bring me back to myself after a long period of floundering and forgetting, and I will always love you for it.

I thought I’d try my hand at a FANFIC GIVEAWAY!  Bear with me as I muddle my way through. The winner can give me a prompt or work with me on one :)  Guidelines are:

  • Must follow me
  • Re-blogs count as an entry (not likes)
  • Winner will be chosen by random number generator
  • I write traditional Hannigram…it can be smut of fluff or whatever, but I’ve never done AU… Maybe 1000 words (give or take?)
  • I’ve only posted collaborative stuff, but you can see it on AO3
  • If you prompt me something I really think I CAN’T write, please be open to some conversation about it, but I’m game for a lot :)
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  • Giveaway entry period closes February 7th

THANK YOU FANNIBALS! (and please forgive the gushing)

I want to give a special great big kiss to @idonthaveyourappetite !!! I love writing and talking with you, and our many many Hannigrams always make my day. Love and infinite hugs to you murder bestie! XOXOXO

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Hannibal Re-Catch: Aperitif

This is the first installment of my Hannibal Season 1 re-watch recap (re-catch) project. This week I watched Aperitif, and let me tell ya, this one was a PIVOTAL episode.

Will Graham had a nightmare, sweated, and GOT TOO CLOSE. It was HEAVILY IMPLIED that Hannibal is indeed a CANNIBAL. Jack made promises that HE COULDN’T KEEP. SYMBOLISM abounded. BLOOD was everywhere.

Major characters were introduced and put into IMPOSSIBLE SITUATIONS.

ILL-FATED MEETINGS occurred.

(Will x Aspirin OTP 5EVA)

I’ll re-visit the very first episode of Hannibal and view it through the lens of the entire series so far. So that means spoilers, a lot of them. Okay, here goes.

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