whisky and water

also also, last half-salty, half-amused post I swear BUT

IM STILL LAUGHING AT THE FLYING WATER KAMUI IN THE END because I’d tweeted this nonsense before the finale aired:

Sorey and Mikleo finally fulfilled their birb dreams and ascended to the skies above LMAO ADKJFKHGSKJGGS

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The Mommet and White Blood Brew

I’ve really enjoyed reading Robin Artisson’s works, especially The Resurrection of the Meadow. The author describes this tome as a “record of thirteen occult formulas and charms of art….” One formula that stood out to me in this text was the ritual of the White Mommet. The mommet, more commonly referred to as the poppet, is a small doll made to represent the target of a spell or other magical working. In this book, Mr. Artisson provides a beautiful formula to create the mommet, then activate it’s power through the use of three magical brews:

The White Momment or the Work of White Blood and Red Stone

On a Saturday at dawn, gather clay or dirt from the earth while speaking this charm:

Earth from which flesh is drawn

Gathered by my hand in the gaze of dawn

As day quickens life in sky and leaf

So let this flesh alike be quick

At my will and art, soon all revealed

Let that quick be captured and sealed

This in the name of Earth & Sky

And the Elfin Dominion below

That night, and better if the moon is full, boil the white blood – the white of a goodly amount of eggs – along with a good measure of wine, and the sympathetic materials you have gathered from the one whom the mommet will become a double for: their hair, nails, a tooth, spittle, blood, urine, or an article of clothing that has been worn against their skin. Make this charm over the seething boil:

White blood, water of earth and sky

Life blood of the verdant artery

___(Name)___’s own flesh

Be stirred quick to heat and flame.

Growl and bubble with impetuous life

And take the soil as a man takes wife.

Then mingle the clay and dirt with the mixture, after it has cooled to warm. From this mix, form the shape of a man or a woman, depending on the shape of the one you work for or against. Take a small red stone, which shall be the heart of the mommet, and in a new pot, boil it in white blood, a measure of water, whisky, or wine, and sympathetic material not used in the first seething. As it boils, say:

Heart of ___(Name)___, red and strong

Let flame and heat engorge you well

And the white blood of life rouse you:

You will beat in the chest of ___(Name)___ soon;
Perhaps you will leap there long

Or cease in your striving and hasten doom.

When the white blood has cooled to warm, take the heart and embed it in the chest of the Mommet, in the proper place of a human heart. Cover it well. Now, again, in a fresh pot, set to boil white blood, a larger measure of water, and a handful of mugwort, dry or fresh. As the steam rises strong, take a broad forked piece of wood and suspend the momment over the steam, face down, with an open hole dug in its head where the mouth should be. Say:

___(Name)___, this is the breathe of life

The whisp of the soul, the Lunar wraith that you inhale

This is the moving breathe of the world

The wind of bones, mare of peace and strife

So inhale the ghost and arise from earth’s dim bed

Cross the hedge between the quick and the dead

Turn the mommet over and very quickly seal the mouth-hole over. Inscribe on the mommet’s body the full name of the other it doubles, as well as their mother’s name, if your know it. Do not use a metal instrument to inscribe this; use a thorn, a bird’s talon, or a sharpened stylus of wood.

Eggs are a symbol of the essence of life. As such, we can easily see why they would be used in the birthing brew to bring life to the mommet. Humans are mostly water, and since we are activating the power of a human poppet, the water base makes sense. Wine is mentioned in the first base, although Mr. Artisson tells us we can also use water (or whisky), however, I find wine to be more appropriate since, to me, it represents the blood of life.

The text goes on to provide further applications for consecration which would be lost here for those that are unfamiliar with the book’s previously described practices. For those looking for magic that is not influenced by Wiccan tradition, this book is an excellent place to start.

Works cited

Artisson, R. (2010). The Resurrection of the Meadow. Sunland, CA: Pendraig.

Character Headcanons: Head Colds

Because a lot of my friends seem to be sick lately. Have some DAI-themed sympathy.

For purposes of this headcanon, I am assuming that head colds exist in Thedas, that magic and potions can alleviate symptoms but not cure them outright, and that, while people don’t have a full-fledged germ theory they are aware of contagion and contamination as contributing factors to disease outbreak.

To the surprise of some members of the Inquisition, Blackwall is extremely reasonable about colds. While he’s still functional, he’ll power through, but once he’s fuzzy-brained or short-breathed enough that he’s no longer operating at peak performance he’ll remove himself from the situation. His favorite cold cure is a particularly nasty Fereldan whisky in hot water with honey and Rivaini lemon, although as far south as they are, usually all the lemon he can get his hands on is dried. (Sometimes Cole will come to visit him and then, as if by magic, there will be fresh slices of lemon instead of dried in his toddy.)

Cassandra is the worst illness patient ever. She considers herself not to have the time nor the patience for colds… and the fact that she nevertheless contracts them from time to time doesn’t disabuse her of this. It is sadly clear that being sick offends her dignity, and so she denies it for as long as possible. She persists in attempting to go about her duties as normal even with the cold, and sulks when someone finally sends her to bed, and then she’s crabby about it. Her favorite cold cure–once she has finally admitted to being ill at all–is chicken soup spiked with vinegar, with a side of trashy romance novels. (When she is feverish and tired and crabby, Cole will come and read to her. Or… not so much read: he holds the book, thumbs the pages, but the words he’s speaking are reflected out of her head, her memory of the book she wishes most to have read to her at that moment.)

Having spent so much time in various Circles, Cullen knows just how fast disease can spread in an isolated location. (While it is certainly not the most traumatic thing that happened at the Kirkwall Circle, Cullen still vividly remembers the Great Gallows Stomach Bug Incident of 9:35 Dragon.) So at the first feverish morning or sign of a sniffle, he is meticulous about isolating himself from the healthy: keeping at least a desk’s-width between them at first, and when the illness finally manifests in full, wrapping himself in blankets in his room and not coming out. His favorite cold cure is elfroot tea with plenty of honey. (When he is on his third day of self-imposed isolation and is bored and lonely out of his mind, Cole comes to visit, bringing nigh-incomprehensible scraps of gossip from around Skyhold.)

Dorian’s coping mechanism for illness is to be at least as annoying to the people around him as the cold is annoying to him. Suffering in silence is not in his nature–or, rather, it is, but only for serious issues. The trivial ones, he will complain about loud and long, and get some measure of satisfaction out of the snorts and eyerolls it inspires. Dorian swears by a particular herbal brew–a trade secret from a particular potion shop in Tevinter, that must be imported at considerable cost–made from sixteen special herbs and spices, bitter as the Maker’s wrath and cloying as Andraste’s smile. He magnanimously offers it to his suffering fellows, but none of them trust the stinking herbaceous brew. (When Dorian is feverish and uncomfortable enough that even complaining can’t make him feel better, there will be cool hands on his brow, though he won’t easily remember that it is Cole responsible.)

Qunari are nothing if not pragmatic, including about illness. Iron Bull prides himself on being tough, but he has no qualms about taking himself off to bed as soon as an illness takes effect. “The sooner you start taking care of yourself, the faster it runs its course–you can’t fight Vints and a sickness at the same time, that’s like taking on one enemy when another’s already flanking you.“ (He’s often the one most vociferously attempting to send a sniffling Cassandra off to bed–not that she listens.) His favorite thing when he’s sick is a drink made from the juice of bitter oranges, with or without a shot of strong spirits. (Once Bull is asleep, and only then, Cole slips in and hums the same songs the Tamassrans used to sing to him, until the wrinkles ease on his sleeping brow.)

Josephine much dislikes the inconvenience of illness, almost more than the discomfort itself. She has a vast collection of dainty handkerchiefs–embroidered, lace-trimmed, so pure and pristine a white that they look out of place in such a ramshackle location as Skyhold–and goes through them at a rapid pace while insisting that she is quite all right, don’t mind me, please forgive me for not shaking your hand–it is just a little thing, but I would not wish to give it to you!  When she is finally forced to hole up in her room under her counterpane, she drinks a lemon honey tea with a heaping spoonful of crushed garlic (and takes care not to breathe on anyone; it is more pungent, in its way, than Dorian’s Tevinter medicine–although Josephine would tell you that it is the offensive strength of the garlic that makes it so effective), and still brings all of her scrolls and letters to bed with her so she can at least keep up on her correspondence. (Cole slips the half-read letter from her hand, caps her inkwell and sets it aside, and pulls the blanket up over her.)

For Leliana, a cold is not as much inconvenience as it is for many others. She does not often travel, and she can continue to write letters and send out agents even when quite ill–but that doesn’t mean she has to like it. As far as anyone outside Skyhold knows, the Nightingale of the Inquisition is never indisposed. Within Skyhold, people know to keep out of her way when she’s looking red-eyed and unusually murderous. When her head is congested, Leliana craves a basin of hot water filled with dried lavender blossoms; she tents a towel over her head and breathes the steam, lets it draw away both illness and tension. (When Leliana is sick, Cole slips not only honey but also steeped thyme into her wine. Sweet and sharp to clear both her head and her heart.)

When Sera gets sick, she’s no stoic about it: she bitches and moans from moment one all the way through when the cold has run her course. But she doesn’t let it stop her–as she will tell you with a snort, normal people don’t get to just stop doing stuff when they’re ill, not if they want to keep eating. It takes one of her friends ordering her to bed to get her the rest she needs. At whatever stage of her illness, she swears by an old peasant remedy: mugs of stout, to shore you up (and with enough mugs, to make you forget how bad you feel). (Cole never lets Sera know he’s there–he knows that he upsets her–but he makes sure that the tavern waitress knows to bring her ale when she wants it, and he piles up the blankets at night since she insists on keeping the windows open.)

It is rare that Solas falls ill, and when he does, he treats himself with tinctures and potions of his own, of a startling efficacy. (He is not stingy with them, but for some reason they never seem to be quite as effective on others.) Quite often his companions aren’t even aware that he was sick to begin with. More often than not he uses it as an excuse to contemplate the mysteries of the Fade: how sickness and spirits interact, whether a Spirit of Illness could be convinced to work on your behalf rather than against you. (Cole sits on the table next to his bedside, elbows on knees, and listens, listens, listens with infinite patience. That is more important to Solas than tea or soup: being listened to.)

Varric is almost as crabby about becoming ill as Cassandra, although he hides it better–or perhaps differently. While Cassandra is in snappish denial about it, Varric makes increasingly-bitter jokes about the rotten timing of this cold or the discomfort of that cough. Dwarves don’t fall sick very often, and Varric seems to treat it as a personal affront whenever he does–and as with all personal affronts, he faces it with snarly humor. His preferred method of treatment is a camphor salve to clear his sinuses (an Orzammaran dwarf treatment, but one his parents brought with them to the surface) and a shot of strong liquor to dull him to the tedium of sickness. He eats soup, too,  but only under the steely eye of one of his friends. (Cole’s eyes are never steely, but he provides the soup nonetheless, and sits by Varric’s bedside listening to him complain as he eats it–feeling the strange way Varric’s mood lifts even as his complaints become more and more poisonous.)

It is a sure thing that Vivienne is far too dignified to ever have a stuffy nose or a cough or a fever. Vivienne is purity and perfection, too far above mere mortals to ever catch their diseases. …At least, so she would prefer people believe. So at the first sign of any disease, she shuts herself up; she could not possibly honk noisily into a handkerchief, darling, that’s absolutely common. She continues her work via correspondence, borrowing Leliana’s messenger-birds without leaving her rooms. Her preferred remedy is a strong Orlesian herbal soup, which she drinks by the bucketful while holding a handkerchief to her nose and plotting refined vengeance on the world in general and illnesses in particular. (Cole ensures that her pot of soup–kept warm over an array of tallow candles–does not run short, refreshing it with potent herbs and soothing broth at regular intervals.)

Cole doesn’t get sick–at least, not at first. For Cole, sickness is something that happens to other people. And, somewhat guiltily… he rather likes it. Sickness is a straightforward hurt, and it is not usually difficult to find out what someone needs to soothe it, whether it’s lemons for Blackwall or lavender for Leliana or a fresh set of handkerchiefs for Josephine. And it is a hurt that almost always runs its course, leaving its sufferer better in the end. It is nice, after so many tangled-tormented-thoughtbound-tremulous pains, to see a pain that he can soothe so easily with a cool hand or a warm cup of tea. 

If and when he becomes human enough to catch a cold, Cole finds the tables turned. There is Cassandra reading at his bedside, Varric pouring him a mug of soup, Blackwall with whisky and lemon, Leliana leaving branches of lavender by his bedside, Bull with juice and spirits. Spirits for a spirit–but not all spirit, not all, not anymore, human enough to be sick, human enough to be cared for.

CRYSTAL ELIXIRS

I recently received a request to do a post on crystal elixirs! Elixirs work by placing crystals in water, and allowing the water to absorb the healing vibrations from the crystals! Elixirs can be used for drops, baths, room mists, face wash or even for drinking. I’ll make a list of steps to follow!

  1. Cleanse your crystal you want to use before making your elixir. When choosing a crystal I recommend only using tumbled stones, as raw ones can put dangerous toxins in the water. Also make sure you chose a stone that isn’t going to dissolve in water (i.e. No selenite guys!). 
  2. Place the cleansed crystal into a glass bowl and fill with spring water. If you want the elixir to last longer than a week you can use a formula of ½ vodka/whisky/brandy and ½ water (this is mostly recommended for dosage bottles) however I usually just use water. 
  3. Place the bowl in sunlight for 12 hours to allow the crystal to do its magic! 
  4. Then pour the water into an airtight bottle, or dosage bottle. I just use the glass bottles above, as I can drink directly from it. If using the alcohol solution, place in a cool dark place.

Examples of elixirs:

  • Golden Beryl: Gargle for sore throat
  • Black Tourmaline: Room mist for negative energies 
  • Bloodstone: Drink for constipation and emotional stagnation 
  • Amethyst: Wash for acne/pimples
  • Fluorite: Drink for antiviral and blockages

ROLEPLAY CHARACTER STATISTICS SHEET

repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information. pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

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  • FACE CLAIM: Josh Lenn
  • NAME: James “Hoxton” “Hox” Hoxworth Morrow
  • AGE: 32
  • HEIGHT: 5′10″
  • GENDER: cisgender male
  • NATIONALITY: British
  • BIRTHDAY: June 5, 1981
  • SUN SIGN: Gemini 
  • RESIDENCE: Apartment in Baltimore, Maryland. {Generally stays in the safehouse.}
  • DRINK: Whisky, Infused waters {due to them being easier on his stomach}
  • FOOD
  • DAY OR NIGHT: Night 
  • SNACKS: Ritz crackers with cream cheese 
  • SONGS:  What If by AJ McLean. Swallow, Smile by Franz Ferdinand. Evil Eye by Franz Ferdinand. Bad Motherfucker by Biting Elbows
  • PET: Used to have a pet snake named Ekans. 
  • COLOR: Purples, pinks, bright neon colours, browns, black  
  • FLOWER: Scentimental roses, Vampire bat daylily
  • ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Pansexual {closeted because of things that have happened}
  • ROMANTIC STATUS: Single
  • BODY TYPE: Very thin, little lean muscle
  • EYE COLOR: Hazel
  • HAIR COLOR: Dark brown

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering, what are some flowers that the Morrighan would enjoy? I don't have any money to buy books on her and there aren't that many good online sources about it :c

Hello, I also worship the Morrigan :)
This is a list of offerings for her.

Red wine
Beer
Whisky
Mead
Milk
Water
Apples
Oats
Juniper berries
Elder berries
Dragons blood
Grain
Hazelnuts
Meadowsweet
Mugwort
Oak
Lavender
Rue
Amethyst
Jet
Obsidian
Garnet
Quartz
Emerald

A few facts about Queen Elizabeth II in commemoration of her 88th birthday

1. The Queen was born at 2.40am on 21 April 1926 at 17 Bruton Street in Mayfair, London.

2. The Queen is 5ft 4 inches or 160cm tall

3. Her Majesty doesn’t like spicy food.

4. Her official title after 1953 is Elizabeth II, By the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of her other Realms and Territories, Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith.

5. She is the only monarch in history who is properly trained to change a spark plug.

6. She has a passion for horses and Pembroke Welsh Corgis.

7. She is a fluent french and latin speaker.

8. The Queen is a keen photographer and enjoys taking photographs of her family.

9. She tends to wear brightly-colored dresses, as well as large hats, to stand out from the crowd she draws.

10. She was shot at by a teenager.
During her birthday celebration on June 13, 1981, shots rang out as Elizabeth rode her horse in a parade near Buckingham Palace. Marcus Sarjeant, a 17-year-old who idolized the assassins of John F. Kennedy and John Lennon, had fired six blank shots in the queen’s direction. Swiftly subdued by police, the teen would spend three years in a psychiatric prison. Elizabeth, meanwhile, merely calmed her startled horse and resumed her procession.

11. Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip became secretly engaged in 1946 but waited to make the formal announcement until she turned 21 the following year.

12. The Queen is the first British monarch to have celebrated a Diamond Wedding Anniversary.

13. The Queen has owned more than 30 corgis during her reign.

14. She is not afraid to apply lipstick in public. She even told American First Lady, Laura Bush that it was “all right to do it”.

15. As hard as it is to believe, according to Sally Bedel Smith, Queen Elizabeth II owns a cellphone and she uses it solely to text her grandchildren.

16. The few times the Queen was seen crying in public was in 1997, when the royal yacht Britannia was decommissioned.

17. Queen Elizabeth II spoke to her mother everyday.

18. She owns one of the worlds largest collections of postage stamps.

19. In her youth, her favorite actors were Laurence Olivier, Gary Cooper and Dirk Bogarde.

20. Every morning, she starts the day with a cup of tea. At 7.30am the “morning tray” is brought into her bedroom laden with a silver teapot, a water jug and milk… as well as a plate of biscuits for her dogs.

21. A royal footman who poured whisky into the corgis’ water as a party trick was rewarded with a salary cut and a demotion.

22. According to Margaret Rhodes, the Queen’s cousin, HM’s alcohol intake never varies. She takes a gin and Dubonnet before lunch, with a slice of lemon and a lot of ice. She will take wine with lunch and a dry Martini and a glass of champagne in the evening. That comes to six units a day, which would make Her Majesty a binge drinker by Government standards.

23. On a state visit to Australia in 1954, during an argument with Prince Philip, the Queen was filmed “hurling shoes, threats and sporting equipment, and venting the sort of regal fury that, in another age, would have cost someone their head”, according to writer Robert Hardman. “I’m sorry for that little interlude,” she later said, “but, as you know, it happens in every marriage.”

24. The Queen’s robes were so heavy that at the start of her Coronation she asked the Archbishop of Canterbury to give her a push, saying “Get me started!”.

25. The Queen keeps a portable hook with a suction cup in her handbag so she can hang it discreetly under tables. She also carries good luck charms from her children in her bag, including miniature dogs and horses and family photos. One picture of Andrew was taken after his safe return from the Falklands.

26. She enjoys reading The Racing Post every day.

27. Famously reserved in public, the queen may be a regular cut-up in private, reportedly doing surprisingly skilled impressions.

28. An undercover British tabloid reporter managed to get work at Buckingham Palace in 2003, and said that the Queen used Tupperware containers to house her cornflakes. The revelation made headlines.

29. When the Queen gets tired of talking to someone during an official or informal visit, she spins her wedding ring or switches her ever present handbag from one arm to another. The Queen signals to staff with her handbag. If she wants to leave a dinner in five minutes, she puts her bag on the table. She moves it from arm to arm to tell aides she is tired of talking to someone.

30. An avid reader, she loves crime thrillers by PD James, Agatha Christie and Dick Francis.

31. The Queen sleeps in the same bed with her husband, The Duke of Edinburgh, when they don’t have to wake up early.

32. Elizabeth’s wedding gown, designed by Norman Hartnell, was inspired by the Botticelli painting “Primavera”.

33. The Queen performed her first official solo engagement at the age of 17 and was so nervous one of her mother’s ladies-in-waiting gave her a barley sugar sweet to calm her nerves.

34. The Queen is said to have been a big fan of the 1970s’ cop show “Kojak,” which starred Telly Savalas.

35. In 1991 a security guard denied the Queen entry to a private stand at the Royal Windsor Horse Show. He later said: “I thought she was some old dear who had got lost.”

36. When the Queen and Prince Philip were reunited in Portugal in 1957 after a four-month separation because of official duties, he wore a tie with hearts on it.

37. As a young girl, the Queen acted in a number of pantomimes during the Second World War including playing the part of Prince Florizel in “Cinderella” in 1941. These private performances took place every year in the Waterloo Chamber at Windsor Castle.

38. In November 2004, The Queen invited the cast of “Les Miserables” in the West End to perform for French President Jacques Chirac at Windsor Castle. It was the first time the cast of a West End musical had performed for a monarch at a Royal residence.