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Abandoned theatre that is NOT a Vampire Lounge.
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hermit horror week day 1: season 8 or game mechanics
His teeth still taste like blood.
He's locked inside the belly of the Octagon. He doesn't know when he got there, but whoever wrestled him into it was smarter than Ren. They realized the full moon's light didn't reach the wiring. They realized it would give him time to down wolfsbane and silver nitrate. It also gave him time to throw it all up in the corner. If Doc were here, he'd be scolding Ren on the fact that silver nitrate is still a toxin and a disinfectant, and he should still be taking it in small doses, no matter how badly he wants to poison the wolf.
He curls up, shuddering, against the wires and pipes that power the shop. He feels thin and gaunt. He hopes he has not had much to eat. He doesn't have a phone or communicator on him. He doesn't know the day. It doesn't matter what the day is. The moon's visible during the daytime, too. It may have only been a night. It may have been weeks. It's probably at least been days.
He throws up again, because wolfsbane is poisonous too.
Most things that can keep a wolf down are poisonous. Ren doesn't have to take them often. He's normally... controlled. A tamed wolf on the full moon. He has a pack to run with. He doesn't need to poison himself to keep the wolf at bay. He doesn't need to take silver nitrate like it's a medicine and not a reagent.
But none of this is making his teeth stop tasting like blood. His shirt is covered in it, too. His legs. His face, he thinks--he can't see his reflection in here. He wouldn't know. But it would have to be. There's so much blood on him.
He doesn't have a scratch on him.
The only thing that stops him, then, from taking more silver nitrate is that if he respawns from the poison damage, he'll respawn out under the moon. He'll respawn back out there. And then--
He shudders. He folds himself into a tighter ball against the belly of the Octagon. In a shaking voice, he cries out for Doc again. Doc has to be nearby. Doc has to be nearby. Because if he isn't--
No one answers. Ren doesn't know who locked him in here. He wonders if it was a struggle.
He's covered in blood.
It smells horribly good. Ren feels dizzy. He's gaunt. He's so hungry. He'll hold that to his chest. He's hungry and sick, not simply sick. If he weren't hungry--if he weren't hungry--
But he's not as hungry as he should be, if it's been days, and he's covered in blood, and he resists the urge to howl, a long, mournful thing. He doesn't want to howl, or bark, or anything else right now.
Instead he cries, a human thing, and holds onto it tightly while he waits for the pain in his stomach and the shudders over his skin and the grey stains where he'd grabbed the bottle and the vomiting to end, so he can take another dose, and force the wolf further down. Down enough to be safe.
Down enough that he didn't maul his friends to death.
Down enough that he can know if he did.
Down enough that he won't try to leave again, as he knows he will, as the moon shines outside, and as soon as someone tries to open the door to rescue him, letting that light back in.
#hermithorrorweek2023#a bee fic#hermitcraft#rendog#okay so if i'm gonna do a prompt week apparently i have to ease into it gently. by going back to my horror wheelhouse#and simply doing Weird Big Moon Stuff#i fought for TOO LONG to come up with game mechanics as a prompt when season eight was RIGHT THERE#anyway. more stories where the horror of the werewolf isn't that there is a wolf.#but that you are a wolf. and you do not know what you have done.#anyway. ren the werewolf during big moon huh.#gore#horror#emetophobia#self harm#...this is basically just whump more than horror but LETS GO I NEEDED TO WRITE THAT TOO#moon's big#ask to tag
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Feb 9 - Heart - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 356
Consciousness returned to him, slowly, deftly, creeping back after the long night in which the monster had won. Below him was damp and cold. Around him smelt of earth. Very slowly, he opened his eyes. The canopy of trees above came into focus. It had been so long since this had happened that for a brief moment, Remus was uncertain of how it was that he was here; naked, shivering, bruised, unable to recall the night before. But finally, realisation dawned in a sideshow of images; the Wolfsbane forgotten in the glass, the rush to the Shack, the pull of the moon and then...nothing...
Slowly, Remus propped himself up on his elbows and looked around. The world was still grey. It was not long past dawn. He'd have time to make it back to the castle before anyone awoke. He winced as he sat up. The deep scratch across his shoulder would need attending to. Remus tried to remember more details from the night before. A flash of an image came back to him; the frightened faces of the children as the werewolf bore down on them. The large black dog had burst forwards, jumping between them, snarling and keeping the werewolf at bay...
...Padfoot...
...Sirius.
Remus' treacherous heart betrayed him, pounding in his ears, forcing him on as he struggled to his feet and staggered slowly out of the Forbidden Forest.
He needed to find him.
Remus heard a voice calling his name. There was a large crash, a thud of heavy footsteps through the leaves, and he heard the familiar voice of Hagrid call, "'E's over 'ere, Professor McGonagall!"
Hagrid was at his side in a moment, throwing a heavy coat around his shoulders.
Remus' teeth were chattering, and he stammered as Professor McGongall came towards him, "P....P....Professor...." He felt McGonagall's firm arm about him, supporting him as he lurched towards her. "Did he...is he...is Siri...?"
"He's safe. He's escaped," McGonagall reassured.
Remus gave a great sigh and felt the tears sting his eyes as they welled up. Shivering, he nodded gratefully and, head spinning, allowed himself to be guided back towards the castle.
#wolfstar#mauraders#remus x sirius#remus lupin#the marauders#marauders era#sirius black#dead gay wizards#wolfstar microfic#microfiction#wolfstar microfiction#wolfstargazer microfiction#wolfstargazer microfic#clare mansfield microfic#heart#prisoner of azkaban
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Witch Tools | Herbs Used In Wicca
Like Herbal tea/Baths or would then later become smudge sticks.
List Of Herbs:
Sage. Rosemary. Ginger. Garlic. Chilli
Nutmeg. Cloves. Bok Choy. Cinnamon. Capers
Pepper. Dill Banishing. Bay Leaf. Thyme
Dill. Allspice. Vanilla. Cardamon. Chives
Mint. Rocket arugula. Sage. Bay Leaf. Basil
Chamomile. Vervain. Lemon Balm. Mugwort
Wolfsbane. Rowan.
*Authors Note: Take this post with a grain of salt/most sources came from pinterest/internet. And nothing goes into detail about flowers/Herbs and the difference between the two.
Herbs Used In Wicca
Four Corner Home Blessing.
Four clear Glass Vessels, For North, south, east and west.
Lavender: For peace.
Sage: For good vibes.
White Rice: For Abundance.
How to dry Herbs:
Air-drying works best for low-moisture herbs like marjoram, oregano, rosemary and dill. Trim fresh herbs at an angle to protect the rest of the plant.
Gather 5-10 branches together and tie with string or a rubber band. The smaller the bundle, the easier and faster they will dry.
Put the bundle of herbs, stem side up. Hang over a week ideally in a cool dark place.
Herbs are best stored in airtight glass containers, they’re uses range from cooking, tea, tincture, even decoration.
What herbs can you think of to use in your craft?
Tea Magick
[Reminder that Alastar Crowley added a K to Magic to differentiate between the craft or magician parlour tricks]
Green:
Energy immunity cleanse.
Peppermint: Decongest, clarity, tummy ache.
Chamomile:
Anxiety, stress, sleep.
Hibiscus: Blood pressure. Love, Harmony.
Black:
Strength. Repel negative energy.
Ginger: Nausea. Menstrual pain, tummy ache.
White:
Cleansing, protection, antioxidant.
Cinnamon: Cold relief, anti inflammatory, metabolism
Matcha:
Mental clarity, tasty af detox. Chai: Calming, energy, digestion.
-> Flowers Page
#dry herbs#Wiccan#Witchblr#Witchtok#witchcraft#witch community#babywitch#paganism#wicca#witch#witches of tumblr#beginner witch#Herbs#Witch Herbs#Wiccan Herbs#Herb Magic#Herb Magick
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Fenrir Deity Guide
Who is Fenrir?
Also called Fenrisúlfr, Fenrir is a giant wolf of Norse mythology. (Arguably THE giant wolf of Norse mythology). This name means “He Who Dwells in the Marshes” and as it turns out, the name “Fenrir” is not actually his name, no one is sure what this Marsh Dweller’s name really is.
His power was threatening to the Aesir who raised Fenrir in hopes to control his strength but he grow at an alarming rate and the Aesir decided to imprison him. They had the dwarves create chains from unusual or difficult items to attain, such as the sound of a cat’s footsteps, the beard of a woman, the breath of fish, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, and the spittle of a bird
It was foretold that Fenrir would trigger Ragnarök by breaking free of the bondage placed upon him by the Aesir; Fenrir would fight Odin during Ragnarök eventually killing the god.
Parents and Siblings
Loki (father)
Angerboda (mother)
Hel (sister)
Jörmungand (brother)
Sleipnir (brother)
Lovers or Partners
N/A
Children
Hati (son)
Sköll (son)
Epithets
Hróðrsvitnir (”Famous Wolf”)
The Ravener
The Fenris Wolf (or just Fenris-Wolf)
Beast of Slaughter
”Foe of Odin”
Vánagandr (”Monster of the river Ván”, also seen to mean “creature of expectation”)
Notes
Skoll and Hati’s names mean “one who mocks”/”mockery” and “one who hates”/”hatred” respectively.
It is unclear as to who the mother of Skoll and Hati is though there is mention of a wolf-woman who bore giant wolves in the forest of Jarnvidur.
Some also believe that Skoll and Hati are actually derivatives or aspects of Fenrir if not the wolf himself.
Fenrir’s most popular story is the “Binding of Fenrir” in which the Aesir capture and imprison the giant wolf in hopes that it would keep Ragnarök at bay. Throughout his upbringing, only Tyr was brave enough to approach Fenrir to feed him. This created a friendship between the two.
The gods tricked Fenrir by telling him that the various chains presented were testaments of his strength, and they congratulated him with cheers when he broke through them. Eventually, they presented the impossible chains made by the dwarves to the Great Wolf. Suspecting trickery, Fenrir demanded that, as a sign of good faith, one of the gods place their hand in his mouth as the chains were placed on him. Tyr stepped up to this task. As soon as Fenrir’s suspicions were verified and he realized he couldn’t break free, he chomped off Tyr’s arm and swallowed it. Fenrir was then transported to an isolated place where he would stay until Ragnarök.
It was said that the gods laughed at the trapped wolf, except for Tyr, and a great sword was placed in his mouth to keep his jaws open and the drool that came from his jaws created a foamy river called “Expectation” (Old Norse Ván).
His story shows why he sided with the forces of chaos against the Aesir who treated him less than unkindly. In this way, it is likely meant to show that he is not a “villain” but the antagonist of the Aesir’s story. It’s important to note that it isn’t until after he is bound and betrayed that Fenrir actually causes any harm, before this, he lives peacefully amongst the Aesir as a pet of sorts.
Modern Deity Work
As Fenrir is not a “typical” deity, there is no evidence of Fenrir being worshipped in the way that other Nordic deities were; however, he was a popular figure in art due to his involvement in Ragnarök.
All of these correspondences are going to be based on mythology and modern devotees and followers of the Famous Wolf.
Correspondences
Rocks/Stone/Crystals
Smoky Quartz
Petrified wood
Carnelian
Bloodstone
Onyx
Howlite
Herbs/Plants
Wolfsbane
Mugwort
Willow
Birch
Yarrow
Yew
Animals
Wolves
Offerings
Meat, raw may be best
Animal bones
River water
Art or items of wolves
Some have said dog toys
Acts of Devotion
Donate or volunteer at wolf sanctuaries and rehabilitation shelters.
Talk to him, have conversations
Work on releasing or channeling your negative emotions into something more productive.
I’ve seen a lot of references to intense feelings, physical and emotional. Don’t overdo this and hurt yourself.
References and Further Reading
Fenrir - Norse-Mythology.org
The Binding of Fenrir - Norse-Mythology.org
Kennings of Fenrir and siblings
Fenrir - Britannica
Fenrir - Wikipedia
[Fenrir](https://mythus.fandom.com/wiki/Fenrir#:~:text=Fenrir (Old Norse%3A "fen,monstrous wolf in Norse mythology.) - Mythus
Fenrir - World History
Fenrir devotional tips - @Lilbat
Working with Fenrir - @fenrireshrine
Fenrir Infodump - @that-nordic-pagan
Fenrir - grumpylokeanelder
Devotees and Followers to check out:
(if you're a devotee or work with Fenrir and would like to be added to this post as a point of reference for anyone who is curious please message me!)
#Fenrir#Fenrir deity#fenrir deity guide#deity deep dive#deity deep dives#norse#heathenry#norse paganism
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TW imagine you are Scott sister and he explaines things to Malia while there in your room and Scott notices your Diary journals on your desk and he reads them and finds odd cards to the pack from you because they always for get you even on your birthday and it makes Scott sad. Scott talks about your childhood that you had and that u where being bullied and not a part of the pack. Could you please put Derek in it since him and Malia are cousins.
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Scott McCall gets home late that night. He’s used to these sort of days, the times when he’s so busy trying to stay afloat in a surging sea of school plans and hunter evasions and whatever new threats Beacon Hills has decided to kill him with that he scarcely has any time to himself. The moon has long since risen, and Scott thinks it’s as sure a sign as any that things are going badly around here that the almost full disc in the sky doesn’t bother him as much as it once was.
For a moment, he allows himself to miss the past. He can still picture how young he’d been when Peter Hale had first given him the bite, how Scott had basically been left to fend for himself with no other help than Derek showing up randomly and creepily to issue out weird phrases like ‘the bite is a gift’ and ‘we’re brothers now’ before disappearing again. Yeah, Scott still brings that up whenever he can. He feels that he deserves it.
Back then, Scott had Stiles, which had made the whole thing better. Despite the avalanche of stupid sarcastic comments about wolfsbane (which ended up being real) and full moons (also real) and packs (ok, so maybe Stiles had actually been on to something more than just making Scott lose his mind), Scott can’t think of someone he’d rather have by his side.
Even now, with Stiles returned to the FBI Academy, Scott still feels like he isn’t alone. Stiles calls all the time, updating his friends on crucial events like getting to brainstorm potential killers for recent murders or the cafeteria running out of chocolate syrup, things that are apparently of equal importance.
Still, Scott misses his friend. After so long of being pretty much inseparable, the vast distance between the two of them seems like an impossible challenge. There are days when he turns to hear Stiles’ humorous take on the latest threat to Beacon Hills only to find empty space where his best friend would have once been practically hovering over his shoulder.
That’s why Scott is pretty glad that he isn’t alone tonight. It’s been too hard for too long, and even if he’s expected to be some omnipotent alpha who always has the answers to every single problem, that’s not really the case.
For once, though, he isn’t going back to a dark house, one with the windows tightly shuttered like old ladies clutching their purses when they walk by a teenager with a little too much confidence. His mom has started working later and longer shifts at the hospital; neither of them bring it up, but her absence rings through the house, practically begging to be noticed.
However, Scott doesn’t have to creep through the empty house as if it’s no longer his, not tonight. He’s got a sure fire way of keeping the silence at bay: namely, the girl next to him, Malia Hale.
Malia catches him looking and grins. She still smiles like a werecoyote. Malia may have broken free from her permanent animal state, but Scott swears she’s still not entirely human. Right now, she could howl at the moon and make it still look normal.
This being said, he wouldn’t change a thing about her. Sometimes Scott envies Malia for the ease in which she lives her life. Other than fearing death by the hunters as they all do, Malia just goes about her day, sparing no time for inconsequential things like guilt or precalculus. She treads easily on all she’s done, whereas Scott’s conscience threatens to pull him under with every step.
They are growing to be more like each other, though. Scott feels more free by the day, and last week he swears he witnessed Malia help this little kid cross the road. She’d never admit to it, of course, but he knows what he saw.
Right now, he needs her most of all. The night should be his domain, especially with the light of an almost full moon painting his back with thick, broad strokes of white, but instead it just sets his mind to turmoil. At night, Scott has nothing to distract himself from all the stresses currently threatening to tear him asunder. It’s just him and the world, both trying to rid themselves of the other.
Whenever Scott’s worries get too much, though, he glances over at Malia again and remembers that he’s not alone. They’re pulling up to his house now, and for once it doesn’t seem so cold.
Malia makes her way easily through the darkened halls, the product of many, many days spent here. She technically has a home with Derek and Peter and any number of surviving Hales, but Scott knows that she’s still afraid to fully commit to living with them. Maybe he isn’t the only one trying to face down the terror of not being exactly what the world expects from them.
Scott opens the door to his room, crosses the floor on increasingly slow footsteps, and flops down on his bed. The moonlight makes it in here even still, refusing to leave him alone. It’s trapped by the shades of his window blinds, though, and can only attempt to reach him through waving tendrils of pale light that stretch across his ceiling.
He watches them bend and wave, each white strand only a few inches wide. They can’t reach him, not tonight. He’s reached home base, he’s not alone. Nothing can touch him now.
Malia regards the faint beams of moonlight too, then turns her attention to poking around Scott’s room. She’s been in here a thousand times, but still forced herself to peer in every nook and cranny as if expecting to find a sachet of wolfsbane tucked behind an ancient third grade spelling bee trophy.
Scott tucks his hands behind his head, watching her with amusement. “Have you found anything different yet?”
Malia rolls her eyes. “Not yet, but I’m sure I will. Look, it’s a natural instinct, alright? Gotta secure the perimeter of a home.”
Scott chuckles. “You’re securing perimeters now? Maybe you should give Stiles some tips, he’s apparently indoctrinated you into the FBI way of life.”
Malia breaks from her search to give him a vexed look, then goes back to her perusal. “And he would love to hear from me, of course. I’m fantastic.”
Scott’s smile grows content. “I know you are.”
Malia turns away hurriedly so Scott can’t see her beaming, but he thinks he can feel the force of it from here, and takes in every iota of happiness that has just crossed her face. Man, he likes her. He likes her a lot.
Scott has finally allowed himself to drop the last of his worries like stones, but his calm is rattled when Malia leans back, a stack of letters in her hands.
“What are these?” She asks. To her credit, Malia doesn’t start rifling through them immediately, although Scott can tell that she’d like nothing more than to do so.
Immediately, Scott remembers, and sits up slowly. “Those are from my sister, Y/N.”
Malia frowns. “Right, your sister. You never talk about her, so I guess I assumed you would never write.”
Scott stands up, walking over so he can look at the familiar written script. “That’s what I assumed too, but she proved me wrong when I got the first postcard.”
Malia’s brow furrows. “Why, did the two of you part on bad terms?”
Scott grimaces. “Something like that. She knew when I got the bite for the first time because it’s practically impossible to hide something like that forever, not from a family member. The only problem is that I didn’t make enough space in my life for her after that. She didn’t feel like a part of the pack, she didn’t even feel like my sister anymore. She left before you came along.”
Malia turns some of the postcards over in her hand, noticing the variety of locations emblazoned on the fronts. “I don’t get it. She, what, didn’t feel included and so she left? That’s not your fault, that’s her being a weirdo.”
Scott laughs in spite of himself, although he assumes he should regret it. “It wasn’t like that. In the very beginning, there wasn’t supposed to be a pack at all. It was just me and Stiles, you know? Then Allison started helping, and Lydia warmed up to us, and once Isaac and Derek came over to our side it actually turned into something. Y/N felt like I had cut her out of my life, so she left before she had to start feeling like an outsider with every other part of her world as well. I still think she was right to do it.”
Malia taps a finger against the stack of letters thoughtfully. “She was jealous, then, of the fact that you were supernatural? Stiles had been here since the beginning too and he never felt like that. I just don’t get why she was so upset.”
Scott rubs a hand on the back of his neck absentmindedly. “Of course Stiles felt like that, he just doesn’t like talking about it. He’ll cover up anything with a joke if he thinks it means people won’t look too closely at what he’s hiding. He’s been turned off of that, though, ever since the Nogitsune. I think he’s terrified that even thinking about being supernatural will make those deaths his fault, because then it would be obvious that he didn’t learn a thing from being possessed.”
Malia nods, sucking in a breath. “And Y/N, where is she now? Why’d she forgive you?”
Scott stares at the letters. He’d been so afraid that one day she would just stop writing, that she’d remember how callous he was and decide to cut him off for good. The letters keep coming, though, and Scott is still so afraid to jinx them.
“I’m not entirely sure. I think she needed the distance to clear her head, and be someone for herself instead of just being my sister. She travels a lot, started college, that sort of thing. Every now and then she writes to me about a pack she found or someone she thinks I should contact if things go supernaturally bad. She’s been very helpful in the past.”
Malia thinks about that for a moment. “So it’s like she is a part of the pack, then. Just really far away.”
After a heartbeat, Scott starts to smile. “Actually, yeah. I never thought about that. I should tell her sometime.”
A voice from the doorway makes both of them startle. “Tell who what? Are you talking about Y/N again?”
Malia makes a face at Derek Hale, who has appeared out of nowhere to lean idly against the open door frame. “It’s none of your business, that’s what. Also, stop jump scaring us like that. Knock for once in your life.”
Derek smirks. He has the same habit as Malia of always flashing his fangs whenever he smiles. “That’s my bad, you guys must not have heard me knock. Malia, I need you for official Hale business. Why are you talking about Y/N?”
Malia shrugs. “Just looking at some of her old letters. Why, did you know her?”
Derek tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks. “In bits and pieces, yeah. I remember thinking the day she left that at least one of us would get to go live their lives free of all of this. You should ask her to visit sometime, it would be good to see her again.”
Scott nods. “Yeah, it would.”
Derek nods back, then tilts his head meaningfully towards the door. Malia sighs, then gives Scott a quick hug goodbye and disappears from the room. Derek lingers a little longer, though.
“You think this is your fault, don’t you? Y/N leaving, I mean.”
Scott sighs. “It is my fault. I pushed her away.”
Derek straightens up from his post against the threshold. “Not every disappearance is your fault. Trust me, I’ve watched enough people leave. Sometimes people just have to go, no other way about it. Y/N did what was best for her. That being said, if you want to meet up again, I think the two of you would be the better for it.”
Scott inclines his head. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Thanks, though. I appreciate it.”
Derek smiles. He’s been doing it more frequently as of late, finally letting go of the cold hatred that’s been plaguing him for so long. “Any time. We still look out for each other, right?”
Scott watches the guy go, feeling oddly peaceful. “That we do.”
He listens for the sound of Malia getting into Derek’s car, then both of them driving away. Scott is well and truly alone now, although for once he doesn’t feel it. Instead, he has hope, hope that soon things will be better. He manages to fall asleep fairly quickly, and the faces that once haunted him just make the whole thing feel like a dream.
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Magical Plants of the Core
Vampire hunting is not my only hobby. Despite my black thumb curse, I consider myself to be quite a capable gardener, and you’d be surprised at how often the two overlap!
So, let’s talk plants.
Many Vampires have specific horticultural weaknesses; garlic for the young and the weak, fresh flower petals for those of elven stock, and burning tobacco or pipeweed for Vampiric halflings. But those are all mundane herbs, common enough and with a hundred other uses besides repelling the undead. Magical plants are much, much rarer, and also much more potent in the hands of a hunter.
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Blood Seeker Garlic is an unusual item, a plant made magical through action and not nature. Ordinary garlic can be cultivated in such a way that it acquires something of the nature of the Vampire itself; water the growing herb regularly enough with Vampire blood, and the resulting bulb gains a taste for the stuff. This can then be thrown or otherwise pressed against bare Vampiric flesh, upon which it actually sprouts rootlike tendrils and tries to burrow into the creature to feast!
This is one of the rare plants on this list that I can actually make use of; I wear gloves as a habit, have little aversion to garlic due to my substantial age, and, obviously, shedding my own blood for a horticultural project is child’s play. Some hunters reject the use of Vampire blood as black magic, but I provide occasional gifts of blood seeker garlic to those of my acquaintance that will accept them; any edge is worth keeping, in our line of work.
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Nightblight is a species of wolfsbane unique to Kartakass, in an example of the land providing a counter to its ruler’s evil, and though its effects are not limited to Vampires, it is a preeminently useful herb for any hunter - provided you find yourself within its very limited growing range.
Nightblight is, put simply, utterly repellant to anything that even resembles a wolf. To humans and ordinary animals the scent is barely detectible, but any shapechanger with a wolflike form - werewolves, wolfweres, and yes, many Vampires - will refuse to go anywhere near the stuff unless possessed of the most iron of wills. Natural wolves are likewise repelled, and even those transformed into wolves by arcane magic find themselves loathing the smell of the plant. I can speak from personal experience here; even on two legs the scent is vile, and my attempts to collect some for personal use failed utterly.
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Lilies of Eternal Slumber are native to the jungles of Valachan. These nightblooming flowers are pale on the outside and bright crimson on the inside; upon contact with Vampiric flesh, the petals act as holy water does and burn quite severely. So strong is this effect that a lily can be presented as a holy symbol and used to keep an attacking Vampire at bay, and if a wreath of four blooms is placed around a Vampire’s neck, it mimics the full effect of sunlight - up to and including lethality.
The lily has passive effects as well; any mortal that holds a bloom is more easily able to resist a Vampire’s charm, and anyone already dominated in such a way has a chance to break free upon touching the flower - although they will resist doing so.
The most potent ability of these flowers, however, is that which gave them their name. If but a single bloom is placed on a Vampire’s resting coffin, the Vampire within will be sent into the deepest sleep possible for our kind, short of true death. This effect can only be ended if another creature removes the flower, and a Vampire trapped in such a way risks starvation over the course of many years. I cannot help but wonder if the lily was not an ingredient in the poison that was Strahd’s punishment upon his grandniece, my dearest Lyssa, for her attempt to unseat him as ruler of Barovia.
Unfortunately my efforts to cultivate the plant outside of Valachan were unsuccessful - and, really, even I am not foolish enough to keep a stock of such a plant close to my own home. As a hunter I cannot make effective use of it, and as a Vampire I am as vulnerable as any other to its effects.
#magical plants#lore#ravenloft#dnd#vampires#magical plants of the core#i intended this to be just one post#but then i fell down a hole and now i've got two more in the works
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Flowers with negative connotations
Abecedary: Volatility.
Abatina: Fickleness
Achillea Millefolia: War.
Aconite (Wolfsbane): Misanthropy
Adonis, Flos: Painful recollections.
African Marigold: Vulgar minds.
Agnus Castus: Coldness. Indifference
Almond (Common) : Stupidity. Indiscretion
Almond, Laurel: Perfidy
Aloe: Grief. Religious superstition
Anemone (Zephyr Flower): Sickness. Expectation.
Anemone (Garden): Forsaken
Apple, Thorn: Deceitful charms.
Apocynum (Dog’s Vane): Deceit
Ash-leaved Trumpet Flower: Separation
Aspen Tree: Lamentation
Asphodel: My regrets follow you to the grave
Auricula, Scarlet: Avarice
Balsam, Red: Touch me not. Impatient resolves.
Balsam, Yellow: Impatience.
Barberry: Sourness of temper.
Barberry Tree: Sharpness.
Basil: Hatred.
Bay Leaf: I change but in death.
Bay (Rose) Rhododendron: Danger. Beware
Bee Ophrys: Error.
Belladonna: Silence
Belvedere: I declare against you.
Betony: Surprise
Bilberry: Treachery
Birch: Meekness.
Birdsfoot Trefoil: Revenge
Valerian: Rupture
Borage: Bluntness.
Box Tree: Stoicism.
Bramble: Lowliness. Envy
Burdock: Importunity. Touch me not.
Buttercup (Kingcup):Ingratitude. Childishness
Butterfly Weed: Let me go
Cardamine: Paternal error
Carnation, Deep Red: Alas! for my poor heart.
Carnation, Striped: Refusal.
Carnation, Yellow: Disdain
Cardinal Flower: Dittitutim.
Catchfly: Snare
Catchfly, White: Betrayed
Champignon: Suspicion.
Chequered Fritillary: Persecution
Cherry Tree, White: Deception
China or Indian Pink: Aversion
Cistus, Gum: I shall die to-morrow.
Citron: Ill-natured beauty
Clematis, Evergreen: Poverty.
Clotbur: Rudeness. Pertinacity
Colchicum, or Meadow Saffron: My best days are past.
Coltsfoot: Justice shall be done.
Columbine: Folly
Columbine, Red: Anxious and trembling
Convolvulus, Major: Extinguished hopes
Corn, Broken: Quarrel
Creeping Cereus: Horror
Crowsbill: Envy.
Crowfoot: Ingratitude
Currant: Thy frown will kill me.
Cuscuta: Meanness.
Cyclamen: Diffidence. (Modesty/shyness resulting from a lack of self confidence)
Cypress: Death. Mourning
Darnel (Ray grass): Vice
Dead Leaves: Sadness
Dogsbane: Deceit. Falsehood
Ebony Tree: Blackness.
Eglantine (Sweetbrier): Poetry. I wound to heal
Enchanter’s Nightshade: Witchcraft. Sorcery
Fly Orchis: Error
Flytrap: Deceit
Foxglove: Insincerity
French Marigold: Jealousy
Frog Ophrys: Disgust
Garden Anemone: Forsaken
Garden Marigold: Uneasiness
Geranium, Scarlet: Contorting. Stupidity
Hand Flower Tree: Warning.
Harebell: Submission. Grief
Heath: Solitude.
Helenium: Tears
Hellebore: Scandal. Calumny
Hemlock: You will be my death
Henbane: Imperfection
Hop: Injustice
Humble Plant: Despondency
Indian Plum: Privation
Jasmine, Carolina: Separation
Judas Tree: Unbelief. Betrayal
Laburnum: Forsaken. Pensive Beauty
Larch: Audacity. Boldness
Larkspur, Pink: Fickleness.
Larkspur, Purple: Haughtiness
Laurestina: A token. I die if neglected.
Lavender: Distrust.
Leaves (dead): Melancholy
Licorice, Wild: I declare against you.
Lobelia: Malevolence
Love lies Bleeding: Hopeless, not heartless
Madder: Calumny
Manchineal Tree: Falsehood.
Mandrake: Horror.
Maple: Reserve.
Marigold: Grief.
Marigold, African: Vulgar minds.
Marigold, French: Jealousy.
Marigold, Prophetic: Prediction.
Marigold and Cypress: Despair
Meadowsweet: Uselessness
Mesembryanthemum: Idleness.
Mezereon: Desire to please.
Michaelmas Daisy: Afterthought
Mock Orange: Counterfeit
Moschatel: Weakness
Mosses: Ennui
Mourning Bride: Unfortunate attachment. I have lost all
Moving Plant: Agitation
Mulberry Tree (Black): I shall not survive you
Mushroom: Suspicion.
Musk Plant: Weakness.
Mustard Seed: Indifference
Narcissus: Egotism
Nettle, Burning: Slander
Oleander: Beware
Pasque Flower: You have no claims.
Passion Flower: Religious superstition
Pea, Sweet: Departure
Peach Blossom : I am your captive
Pennyroyal: Flee away.
Peony: Shame. Bashfulness
Persimon: Bury me amid Nature’s beauties
Pine: Pity
Pink, Variegated: Refusal
Pomegranate: Foolishness
Poppy, White: Sleep. My bane. My antidote
Prickly Pear: Satire.
Pride of China: Dissension
Ranunculus, Wild: Ingratitude.
Raspberry: Remorse.
Ray Grass: Vice
Rhododendron (Rosebay): Danger. Beware
Rose, Carolina: Love is dangerous
Rose, Deep Red: Bashful shame.
Rose, Dog: Pleasure and pain
Rose, Unique: Call me not beautiful
Rose, Yellow: Decrease of love. Jealously.
Rose, York and Lancaster: War.
Rose, Full-blown, placed over two Buds: Secrecy
Rue: Disdain
Saffron: Beware of excess
Saffron, Meadow: My happiest days are past
Sainfoin: Agitation.
Saint John’s Wort: Animosity. Superstition.
Sardony: Irony
Scabious: Unfortunate love.
Scabious, Sweet: Widowhood
Snapdragon: Presumption.
Snowball: Bound
Sorrel, Wild: Wit ill-timed
Straw, Broken: Rupture of a contract
Sweetbrier, European: I wound to heal.
Sweetbrier, Yellow: Decrease of love
Syringa, Carolina: Disappointment
Tamarisk: Crime.
Tansy (Wild): I declare war against you.
Teasel: Misanthropy
Thistle, Fuller’s: Misanthropy
Thistle, Scotch: Retaliation.
Thorn Apple: Deceitful charms
Throatwort: Neglected beauty
Trefoil: Revenge
Tuberose: Dangerous pleasures
Tulip, Yellow: Hopeless love
Tussilage (Sweet-scented): Justice shall be done you
Whin: Anger
White Rose (dried): Death preferable to loss of innocence.
Whortleberry: Treason.
Willow, Creeping Love forsaken
Willow, Weeping: Mourning
Yew: Sorrow
Zinnia: Thoughts of absent friends
Aconite: Beware
Barberry: Bad temper
Carnation (Striped): No, Refusal, Sorry I can't be with you
Carnation (Yellow): Disappointment, Rejection
Cyclamen: Resignation, Good-bye
Daffodil: Regard, Unrequited love, Respect
Everlasting: Never ceasing memory
Geranium: Stupidity, Foll
Golden-Rod: Be cautious
Hyacinth (Purple): Sorrow, Please forgive me
Hyacinth (Yellow): Jealousy
Hydrangea: Thank you for understanding, Boastfulness, Heartlessnes
Marigold: Grief, Despair, Jealousy
Marigold (Common): Pretty love, Sacred, Affection, Caress, Sorrow
Monkshood: Beware, A deadly foe is near
Petunia: Resentment, Anger, Your presence soothes me
Phlox: Our souls are united
Poppy (General): Eternal sleep, Oblivion, Imagination
Rhododendron: Danger, Beware, I am dangerous
Roses (Assorted Colours): You're everything to me
Roses (Single Full Bloom): I Love You, I still love you
Sweet William: Grant me one smile
Black dahlia: Evil, dishonesty, betrayal, doom
Butterfly weed: Leave me, You’ve been warned
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(Yeah some of these aren’t flowers. What of it?A few of them aren’t so negative- I thought about Jesse’s train of thought/outburst when picking them.)
(If you see any repeats No You Don’t.)
*buried under several flowers and at least one tree*
But ooh. ooh. ooooooooooooh these would be soooo much fun to play around with >:3
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𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.
𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:
dark emerald green
black
dark indigos
silver
brown
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:
vanilla, for his favorite ice cream flavor
mint, one of the ingredients he messes with most in his potion work
cinnamon, for his cologne
apples, for his favorite fruit
𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍:
platinum blond/almost white hair, worn to his shoulders, often half tied up out of his face with a few loose strands
darker/muted business casual suits
black cloaks with a hood, with dark green trimming
loafer shoes of black or brown, never white
comfortable sweaters with dark slacks
silken pajamas, always black or green
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:
a black walking cane with vines etched into the wood.
his dragon heartstrings wand that replaced his hawthorn wand after the war.
his journals for various potion making ideas and observations
flask of wolfsbane potion during the week preceding the full moon
𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:
slightly hunched shoulders
keeping his walking stick on hand, always in front of him when he's standing still.
difficulty keeping eye contact.
fidgety fingers, always tapping on something when he's bored.
soft husky chuckle when amused.
slightly snarky smirk.
rubbing his hands/joints when he's experiencing flare ups.
𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:
his potions lab with multiple cauldrons already over a flame, bubbling away as he scribbles in his journals about his observations.
the bay window in his study, and a mug of hot cocoa nearby, so he can have a cozy spot to read his books.
a bowl of vanilla ice cream in front of a small fireplace with a radio playing some soft jazz in the corner.
long graceful fingers chopping potion ingredients
sparkling eyes and high cheekbones shining in a beam of light
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Can you tell they sell fish?
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🔥 one of our muses to be injured (an injured nikolas coming to Ollie; @mxrvelouscreations
Symbol Meme | @mxrvelouscreations
Dead of night had become an interesting time for Ollie as of late, between his bouts of insomnia and his evening flirtations with a certain vampire. He was certain that was all they were; nothing serious, just a steady back and forth of banter, sarcasm, teasing, and an occasional lingering gaze or wandering hand. Such certainty was the source for the cocky smirk Oleander bore when he spotted Nikolas predictably ambling up his winding driveway on this clear, full moon-illuminated night.
Until he smelled something faintly metallic on the wind. Coppery in an all-too-familiar way. It was then that he saw the blood on Nick’s shirt. Perhaps he’d gotten a bit sloppy with his evening meal? As he got closer, however, the wizard could see something sticking out of his chest, which immediately raised alarm. Something snapped within Ollie then, sending him surging forward to meet and aid his injured creature of the night.
He caught Nikolas just before the man collapsed, staring in horror at the wooden stake that had been driven through the poor man’s chest, just- oh thank the gods!- below his heart. Barely. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy! You’re okay,” he cooed, attempting to soothe, “you’re gonna be just fine!” He had to get Nick inside while that still remained true. A series of howls on the suddenly cutting breeze told him that the local werewolf pack had already smelled blood and were likely tracking it. Hopefully the wolfsbane wards he’d set up at moonrise would keep them at bay.
Helping Nikolas inside the house was no easy feat, even after Grandma Rose had rushed out to help, but they managed it. He was lying on the kitchen table now, the blood soaked stake having already been removed and replaced by a clean dishrag in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “Looks like you had a tangle with a pretty inexperienced hunter,” Rose stated, far more analytical and matter-of-fact than her grandson. “They miscounted the ribs. Rookie mistake. Count yourself lucky, young man!”
Ollie, by sharp comparison, was caught between seething rage at the perpetrator of this heinous attempt at murder and poring through his spellbook for a healing spell that would actually work on a vampire. He found nothing. “Who did it?” he finally asked, sparks and crackles of lightning dancing in his stormy eyes. “Who’s the sonofabitch who attacked you?”
“Easy there, buck,” Rose countered, hands up to placate him. “Let’s make sure your little boyfriend survives to tell the tale, first.”
#blood tw#injury tw#mxrvelouscreations#🔧 need an oil change or a spell? 🔧 v; main#grandma rose is played by lily tomlin in my head and I’m living for it!
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💐🍼☁️✂️💚 for everyone! (Unless that's too much which fair please feel free to pick and choose)
basjkfbi hahahaa Thanks for the ask, Lilou! <3
I'm going to answer this under the cut because I'm doing all five of them (leaving Adahlena and Ilriane out of this, as usual; all seven would have been too many).
(OC Emoji Asks List)
💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?
Arianwen Tabris: Wild tansy, bay leaf, aconite (wolfsbane), dragonwort, and blue pimpernel. What a delight to finally make a bouquet for someone who wants everyone else to choke and die! In order: I declare war against you, I change but in death, misanthropy (and again i say: what a move to send someone literal poison so they know you don't like them), horror, and change. As a city girl, I think Wen is a bit suspicious of flowers and plants in general, so idk that she has a favorite (other than loving the dandelions that grow in the cracks of the road).
Maria: Arbor vitae, red chrysanthemums, red poppies, honeysuckle, and white larkspur. Unchanging friendship, love, consolation, generous and devoted affection, and lightness/levity. Going for the classic scarlet/white combo with hers. Her favorite used to be honeysuckle (her father showed her how to eat the center as a treat and she's never forgotten), but later she's very partial to poppies (for, you know. no particular reason c:).
Elowen: Canary grass, celandine, swamp magnolia, purple pansies, christmas rose, and a sprig of weeping willow. Perseverance, joys to come, perseverance again, thoughts, relief of anxiety, and mourning. Oh, Elowen my overthinking beloved. She loves willow trees most (willows are her Thing), and I think she would enjoy the blossoms too (they look really fluffy).
Emmaera: Lavender (of course!), vervain, elfroot, forget-me-nots, rosemary, lupines, and goat's rue. (starting from vervain) Enchantment, healing, true love, remembrance, voraciousness/imagination, and reason. Lavender is her favorite, hands down, but I contest the Victorian flower language meaning (distrust) and exchange it for respite.
Salshira: Sorrel, holly (herb), cranberries, orange and yellow daisies, spanish jasmine, orange ranunculus, and fallen maple leaves. Affection, enchantment, cure for heartache, beauty, sensuality, radiant charm, and reserve. Going for the deep red/white/orange/brown combo here, since she's very fall-themed. Salshira really likes daisies, actually, and would be most charmed by a kind of loosely arranged handful of them instead of an elegant bouquet.
🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?
Arianwen: Loves children, has no interest in making any of her own. Would kill anyone who hurt a child without question or hesitation. Vigil's Keep acquires a variety of orphans during her tenure as Warden Commander and they're sort of collectively raised by the Wardens (though of course she locates an actual tutor to educate them). For the first of them, Amethyne (the little girl you find in the alienage whose mom dies during the Cousland origin), Wen acts as a kind of close aunt (though Zev winds up regarding her as his kid, more or less).
Maria: Loves kids, wants a million of her own. She thinks the wonder of discovery that children still have is a way of feeling young again and has always wanted a huge family.
Elowen: Likes kids in theory, but struggles in practice. The idea of having children is generally foreign to her (though I do have one AU where it happens, for cultural reasons rather than personal preference).
Emmaera: Likes kids, but not very familiar with them because she didn't spend much time with kids her age when she was growing up. Winds up having two children of her own, both of them unplanned, and loves them to pieces.
Salshira: Likes kids, because they're pretty much always asking odd questions that having nothing to do with you or them. Basically the ideal for Salshira, who does not want to talk about herself. Never thought about having a family of her own until she fell in love, ends up wanting to give her children the kind of love and acceptance she never received as a kid. I haven't settled on how many she has, but at least one (Hauen).
☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon
Arianwen: Sings to all her animals when they are upset or sick; has a pretty good singing voice, actually.
Maria: Extremely ticklish. Fenris finds this out on accident and the squeal she makes is so surprising that he falls off the bed trying to dodge.
Elowen: Bull said he was into the way dawnstone looks, so she chiseled every little piece she could find out of the hillsides and set the scouts to looking for deposits just so she could custom-order a set of pink armor for him.
Emmaera: It's not a new headcanon, but she hides little notes for Cullen all over his quarters (and later, the manor). Some are simple "I love you"s and others are more specific or practical. She loves surprises and likes giving him simple, sweet surprises as part of his day.
Salshira: Remembers all her friends' favorite foods, colors, songs, etc. and arranges for them to be on hand when they're down or when there's something to celebrate.
✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?
Arianwen: So easily. It doesn't take much for Wen to pull the plug, except for a very small group of people she's collected as hers. It would take something monumental for her to cut off someone in her inner circle (Zev, Alistair, and Morrigan would have to do something extremely out of character to make it happen, for example--though I do think Morrigan telling Wen she ought to kill the alienage dwellers for a power boost might have done it. Luckily, she didn't come along for that mission). For everyone else, she is all too happy to cut them off (sometimes, you know, literally).
Maria: Maria has a really hard time letting go, so something really drastic would have to happen for her to be done with someone she considered a close friend. Um. Blowing up most of a city would just about do it, I think.
Elowen: I answered this for her here c:
Emmaera: Emma is extremely logical about her interpersonal relationships. I don't think she'd jump to cut someone off, but her trust is hard to earn and easier to lose. She wouldn't cut someone off entirely unless she thought the negative sides outweighed the positives (she never really forgave Blackwall, for example, but let him stay with the Inquisition until they didn't need him anymore). If someone showed a repeated willingness to hurt innocents or others she cares for, that would do it.
Salshira: Likewise, Salshira has a really hard time letting anyone in, so anyone close to her would have to wade through several layers of obfuscation before they could actually know the real her. This is a defense mechanism, but it also means that she has lots of time to push people away if she's wary of them. Anyone she's really close with is someone she wouldn't let go of easily; she cherishes her found family. Again, it would have to be something pretty heinous or out of character to cut someone off.
💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?
Arianwen: Food is at the top of the list, for sure. Especially something unusual or made especially for her, but she's not very picky. She also likes loose physical contact (leaning against someone, for example) which she can easily get out of if she wants.
Maria: Being held is number one. Maria is always reaching out for other people, and those people reaching back makes her feel fulfilled and safe. She is also a very textural person, so soft, fluffy things bring her comfort, too. Lying on a soft bed in her silk robe while someone (cough cough) holds her is her ideal situation.
Elowen: Quiet company and hot tea. Elowen needs to process before she can talk when she's upset, but she really doesn't want to be alone. When she's ready, someone who will listen to her without judgment is crucial. Being somewhere high in the air with a decent overlook also helps.
Emmaera: Putting things in order makes her feel more comforted. She doesn't want help, but she does want company. When she's thinking or upset, Emma will clean and organize, and by extension her surroundings being reasonably neat is comforting to her. She also finds sunlight and a concrete task to complete comforting, so she gardens in the spring/summer and rakes or shovels snow in the fall and winter. Someone talking things through with her and weighing the pros and cons is comforting.
Salshira: Physical touch for sure. It's the first and easiest way she has to express herself and it's the first thing she looks for when she's upset. Being warm and wrapped in a blanket is second. Also soup---soup is her big comfort food (me too tbh).
#i didn't proofread any of this lol sorry#arianwen tabris#maria hawke#elowen lavellan#emmaera lavellan#salshira lavellan#if any of this is contradictory to something i've said before know that they contain multitudes#if soup is a love language it is my love language#emoji ask meme#ask response#oc ask response#i spent like an hour minimum on the bouquet question alone. i take flowers v seriously#you should have seen my wedding bouquet; it was a work of art
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Light/Dark Cemetary
Gallery id: Ettani95
Lot type: Generic
30x30 (Island lot in Brindleton Bay and Wolfsbane Manor in Forgotten Hollow)
116,592 $ (light version), 106,171 $ (dark version)
use bb.moveobjects before placing
I needed a cemetary to place my dead sims’ headstones in since not everyone has their own private graveyard in their garden. So I started building one, thought “Wouldn’t it be cool to have a mausoleum with an underground crypt where rich families put their loved ones to rest?”.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to go with the creepy vampire vibe or a more normal vibe for the lot so I made two versions, one lighter that I placed on the island in Brindleton Bay (because I’m not likely to use that lot for anything else), and a darker version that I placed in Forgotten Hollow where vampires can hang out all night long (and it’s obviously haunted).
They have the same layout, I mostly just changed the colour swatches on stuff and some plants outside.
I used deco headstones for the build but am planning on replacing those with actual graves as I go along. There are also some marble/stone slabs for some fancier graves. In the crypt there are smaller rooms with space for urns. There are also some coffins if someone wants to take a nap.
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If all of these people turning into mist is supposed to be an explanation for why Alison isn't dead then she should have turned into damn mist too.
I wish these guys remembered that the light comes from the same place as the music. I wish to see these battles.
Remember who you are. Is this the Lion King?
Eli wolfing out for the first time right after he loses his dad is a much better narrative.
OMG Allison is about to push Scott off of Pride Rock bahahaha. Lion King indeed.
Of course he would stab himself instead of just knocking her out.
Jackson continues to give me life.
Peter Hale crawling around sniffing on pride Rock is going to live rent free in my head forever.
He had to be that close to the ground to smell blood? I don't even care it's just amazing.
"don't fight the Oni, kill them." Leave it to Lydia to be the voice of reason.
He knew that was the plan and still stabbed himself anyways. Oh for the love of God.
Lydias love of chemistry is showing.
How did Jackson not know that Rowan trees become mountain ash?
Okay fine I can ship Malia and parish as long as it means her getting a man who's on her level.
"Then I'm definitely not dying tonight.." lol
She should be having flashbacks to her sewing Scott up.
This shit is killing me.
That wolfsbane should have gone to his heart and killed him already.
He's definitely gonna stick his claws in her neck.
I love Derek's excitement at Eli learning to heal.
Yassss obligatory lacrosse scene.
So is BH big enough for a college or did they walk across Beacon County.
Supposed to be dead is now just "starting to become a recurring theme" STARTING!?!?!
Omfg it's been awhile since I read spoilers I forgot it's HARRIS as the big bad. HARRIS!?!?!!
I hope someone punches Jeff Davis.
Omfg I have so many better Ally resurrection stories.
Only responds to fire and the wolfsbane you shit him with! FFS
What in the fucking rewrite of canon is happening here?
You want to live or not? With a road flare? I guess it makes sense since he almost died by one oh wait and there's the flashbacks.
That is Def Stiles Jr
And then she just leaves to find her dad? Like omg maybe stick together.
Jeff Davis really has no qualms about giving big grown up feelings to emotionally stunted children.
Jackson can touch mountain ash now?
Omfg yes it is HARRIS. I can't decide if it's Pete Jackson to not remember the teacher that had a hard-on for him or not.
But I am dying at Jackson being like I was in London for all of that.
I'm also loving the look on a coach's face as soon as he see Scott McCall. "you are not ruining this for me."
HE IS NOT PLAYING LAX! NO NO NO WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? Why is this Coaches solution?
We all know that should say number 24.
If I didn't hate this narrative so much I would think that Harris would be actually a good villain.
Coyotes breaking into the house is why Derek doesn't transform? I would most certainly think that the smell of a predator like a werewolf would have kept the coyotes at Bay.
And why wasn't Derek turning into a wolf all the time to let his son play with him and his puppy self.
I hate that this is the reason she left Stiles.
How the fuck is Harris alive? Tho?
Bahahaha Greenburg.
But really was there a reason that Scott had to join him on the field?
Of course Scott can take being stabbed legitimately in the heart and still talk but Peter gets a little cut on the hand and he's down for the count.
Omg Malia is my favorite. "Okay what do you need? You need a pep talk one of those you can do this speeches? I don't do speeches I don't do pep talks. I'm not here to boost your ego. And I'm not going to be your cheerleader. So whatever you need to do to get your shit together, you're going to do this for yourself, and you got to do this right now."
#teen wolf the movie#anti teen wolf the movie#malia tate#eli hale#allison argent#derek hale#peter hale#chris argent
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------LEE SPENT SEVERAL years serving with the american army as general infantry . well after he separated from his pack and missed the general sense of camaraderie , he enlisted and was promptly shipped off to serve several tours in the i.raq war . of course it serves the question of : what does a werewolf do about their change when they're serving in the military ?
a popular solution among the werewolf community comes in the form of a very painful , yet simple syringe . mixed and blessed by witches , the injection combines silver nitrate and wolfsbane ( the former lethal in high doses and silver known to be one of the only things that can stop a change and the latter a known agent to weaken or dull a wolf's senses ) into a liquid form . it's administered once each night of the full moon ---three times a month , and holds the need to shift at bay .
it is one of the most painful things a wolf can do .
side - effects include irritability , pain , short temper , and nausea . lee was not known to be a kind man during his time serving , and while he was ruthlessly efficient and particularly good at following orders he was noted to be volatile , unpredictable and dangerous .
to get the medication required , he was listed as a diabetic ( he isn't ) and the infantry medic carried his doses in their packs .
as silver is the only substances that can scar wolves , lee has many scars on the inside of his forearms that resemble tracks . now that he's civilian side , many assume he is a former addict - which is better than admitting the truth . they are less easy to notice than the rest of the scars adorning his body ... but that's a post for another day .
#「 meta 」 — ❛ what's left now? ❜#war mention tw#tw war mention#some wolf lore for you#which coincides with morgan's wolf lore from her main verse
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Necromantic Herbs: Plants of the Dead
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There are a number of plants which can be extremely useful to the necromancer. Among these are the following.
Mullein: Erroneously described as a substitute for graveyard dirt, this in fact is a misconception. Known as the “Hag’s Taper”. The soft leaves are used as candle wicks and the dried stalks are soaked in beeswax or tallow to make a torch for rituals of necromancy. It is also burnt to see manifestations of spirits of the dead at night, to see into the Otherworld, and communicate with the spirits and deities that dwell there. Can also be used in talismans.
Wormwood: Used for summoning spirits and to help them manifest.
Cedar: The dried needles when smouldered serve both as a sustaining feast and call for the blessed dead, and the smoke is used to exorcise malevolent shades. The wood works for this purpose as well when turned into a fetish or as a staff.
Dittany of Crete: Used to aid in the manifestation of the spirits of the dead. Also has somewhat of a nasty reputation because of where it tends to grow. Harvesters tend to fall from the cliffs and crags where it grows and plummet to their death.
Aconite: Also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood. Because of its incredible toxicity it is better to not to harvest it. If one has the dried root it can be preserved in order to serve as a tutelary spirit. Not to be used by amateurs.
Yew: Known in European countries as the Death Tree, it is a symbol of death, reincarnation, and longevity. Is planted in graveyards to protect the spirits of the dead. It can be used to banish malevolent spirits of the dead. Often associated with sorcery and dark magic. It is considered the sister of the Tree of Life, the birch.
Apple: Considered the food of the Irish dead and the inhabitants of the Otherworld. Can be added to incense blends to feed the spirits of the dead and ancestors.
Mugwort: Ingested as a tea to aid in divination and talking to the dead. Also boiled in water and, then the liquid is used to wash divination tools.
Copal: Serves as a offering to the dead and can be used to appease the spirits who remain in states of trauma or confusion after death.
Willow: The wood of the willow is used in incenses and in the construction of fetishes dedicated to the dead.
Tobacco: May be presented as a herbal offering upon a ancestral altar or a grave in the form of a incense or sacramental smoke to honor the shades of the dead.
Cypress: The oil of this tree serves as a great addition to incenses and formula of the underworld.
Myrrh: The oil aids in all blends of a necromantic design. Can also be mixed into incenses.
Graveyard Mold: Technically no folklore or magical traditions associate this herb with necromancy of any kind. However I have included it here because I believe it can be used as a compound in necromantic incenses. Since it grows on graves it should contain some of the essence of the dead.
Mandrake: According to legend King Solomon carried a piece of this root in his seal ring to give him sovereignty over souls. Since one of its names is the “Little gallows man” it can be used as a poppet for laying curses of death, illness, pain, etc.
Birch: Petitions and blessings are written on the bark of this tree which is then burnt or buried in the grave of the spirit.
Bay Laurel: Used to communicate with the dead, possibly through use as an incense. Easily available in the form of bay leaves.
Chervil: Also known as garden chervil or “gourmet’s parsley” a tea or other drink made with it can be imbibed to aid in rituals of communion with the dead.
Lavender: Burnt as incense in order to bring peace of mind to the dead.
Marigold: Associated with funerals and used in funeral sprays.
Asphodel: In Greek legend is connected with the dead and the underworld. Sacred to Hades, Persephone, and Hekate. The roots were eaten by the poor of Greece and hence thought good enough food for the dead. Could be burnt as incense or the roots could be given as food offerings.
Thyme: Burnt as an incense helps ease the soul of a person who died a violent death.
American Sycamore: Known as “Ghost Trees” for their distinctive patchy appearance. Associated with the dead and poverty.
Elder: In Norse mythology the tree is considered the Guardian of the Road to Hel (and thus sacred to Hela, Goddess of the Dead). Also associated with the ancestors.
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