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absinthemind3d · 6 months
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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡, 𝔪𝔶 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔫?
Folktober 2023, Prompt 13: Accidental summoning, hosted by @jurdannet & @jurdannetrevels
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deathsweetblossoms · 6 months
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Cardan is being haunted.
The flickering ghosts of his late siblings infiltrate every moment of his life, only staying for a few moments at a time, growing more desperate to be heard by the day. In the race to discover their murderer, Cardan tries his hand at every branch of magic known to pierce the veil and communicate with the dead. The only problem is Cardan is an earth based magician; to the chagrin of the rest of the famed Greenbriar witches, his main specialty lies in communing with plants, the soil, things that are very much alive.
Necromancy doesn’t work. Scrying merely leaves him with a splitting headache. Divination produces flimsy results at best.
Having no other avenue to turn to, he starts walking the poison path, a branch of magic devoted to the use of poisonous flora in microdose form for the purpose of entering a trancelike state to cross the veil. With his black cat familiar, Roach, the only remaining ally on his side, he gathers the materials he needs to perform a ritual to harvest and activate the queen of deadly nightshades, the judicus florica.
But something goes very, very wrong in the ritual. Instead of being able to call upon the spirit of this baneful flower like he does with every other plant in his arsenal, the bud goes up in a burst of green flames until the shadowy figure of a girl slowly takes shape before him. Heart pounding, he begins to take note of the tell tale signs of the very real fact that that he has, perhaps, quite unknowingly and very accidentally summoned a demon.
“Who are you?” He asks this girl-shaped demon.
“You can call me Jude,” she responds, her smile a scythe in the dark.
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For Folktober 2023, “Accidental Summoning” @jurdannetrevels @jurdannet
(Will I ever post this as a full fic? Maybe, maybe not. Do I have the entire thing mapped out already, backstories fully fleshed out, Witch boy/Demon girl love story primed and ready to go? Of course. But will it ever see the light of day beyond my google docs? 🙃 Please accept this humble offering in the meantime. Happy spook season, ghoulies!!)
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drum-cu-naluci · 6 months
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Days 11-17 tales and legends
Day 11 - Miorița [legend according to which a shepherd is murdered by the other two, although warned by one of his sheep]
Day 12 - Baltagul [written by Mihail Sadoveanu, published in 1930 portrays how he pictured the events after the legend of Miorița, where the shepherd's wife goes look for her husband, later seeking justice after he's found dead]
Dya 13 - Ciuleandra [scenes from the 1985 movie, made after the 1927 book with the same name, depicting the evolution of a man's madness, also being presented the life and death of a girl taken away from a village be the owner of the land as he found her suitable for his son, destroying the peasant, Mădălina, having her turned into a lady of society, now Madeleine, that ends up murdered by the son]
Day 14 - Moromeții [depicted in the illustration is the scene when the tree is cut down, resulting in the loss of equilibrium in the characters' lives, as actions takes place through the establishment of the communist regime, which contributes to the family's financial struggles, as presented by Marin Preda in the book from 1955, turned into a movie in 1987]
Day 15 - Ana lui Manole [the man hired to build the most beautiful monastery faces difficulties as the building kept collapsing every night despite working with the best constructors, but after a dream that told him to put his wife within a wall so that the place ceases to go down, so he then proceeds to build his pregnant wife Ana inside the wall, succeeding to keep the place standing <they're later forced to fly off the rooftop, each falling to their death>]
Day 16 - Harap-Alb [after the main character gets beheaded by the villain, it is the Emperor's daughter that sews his head back on, bringing him back to life]
Day 17 - Capra cu Trei Iezi [the mother goat sets a trap for the wolf to fall into a pit of fire as revenge for having killed her sons and placing their hears in the window, leaving her only with her youngest son]
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diagic · 9 months
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Folktober 2021
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blockforest · 7 months
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Day 9 - Donn for Folktober
In Irish mythology Donn is believed to be Lord of the dead. He dwells in the House of the Dark One (Teach Duinn) where the souls of the dead gather. I is believed the souls of the dead continue to walk the land of the living until they hear the sound of Donn's horn at Samhain, calling them to his house.
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inkyswampbonesart · 6 months
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Day 28: Morgan le Fay
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hoshikuzuhime · 7 months
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Of course Oak knew that most of the things in these books were nonsense. A chant wouldn’t accomplish anything, humans couldn’t see enough of the stars to do a proper astral divination, and half the ingredients to make the concoctions that would accomplish anything weren’t available in Ironside. All of the theatrics and plausibility of mortal witchcraft aside, Oak had real magic. Magic that he could use to fool his friends and make them believe what they were doing was effective. Oak and friends follow along with a summoning ritual from a book of spells. POV Oak
It's a real tragedy I don't have the time to write a short fic for every Folktober prompt. But this fic from last year kind of fits today's prompt of accidental summoning? Kinda? Folktober 2023, hosted by @jurdannet & @jurdannetrevels
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seansleblanc · 7 months
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after all why not, why can't a bug be folksy
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mythsyourteacherhated · 6 months
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It’s once more time for the Halloween special! You’ll see that grave robbing is easy, that you should ask more questions before casting spells, and that corpses are trouble. Then in Gods and Monsters, it’s the undead inspiration for vampires.
Source: Hungarian Folklore
https://www.mythsyourteacherhated.com/episode-121-til-death
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hab-illustrations · 7 months
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Come closer my dear🤫
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quietnisse · 1 year
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This is another one of my own devising! May the moss coddle your bones 🔺 😁 #folkart #folklore #folktober #folktales #folk #folktale #epitaph #cemeterylovers #graveyard #gravestone #tombstone #wingedskull #oak #typoster #red #black #gothichome #darkacademia #darkhome #chaoticacademia #goblincore #spookykids (at Quiet Nisse Designs) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl3fRd8MlAg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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absinthemind3d · 6 months
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Folktober 2023, Prompt 11: The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe, hosted by @jurdannet & @jurdannetrevels
Oh poor Cardan, where is sweet Jude leading you with those murderous eyes?
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mabeljonesrock · 2 years
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Fox sister with a twist
Once upon a time there was a wealthy farmer and his wife who had two sons and no daughter. The couple wanted a daughter so they went up to the mountains and prayed to the gods for a daughter every week but sadly no child came and they still had no daughter.
One day, The fox was chased by a tiger. Hiding in the bushes from the tiger, She saw the couple were praying for a daughter. This gave her an idea so she turned into a leaf and flew into the tea where the wife is sipping.
Nine months later, His wife gave birth to a daughter. The couple are happy to finally have a daughter. They celebrated by drinking Soju. A leaf flew into the Soju where the wife is sipping. Nine months later, The wife gave birth to a son but the couple didn’t care.
Six years later, strange things began to happen. Every night a cow would die, and in the morning they could never find a trace of what had killed it.
One night, the farmer sent his oldest son to watch. The oldest son watched over the cows. The sister walked over to her brother, holding a bowl of kimchi soup.
“Eat up, it will give you all the energy you needed”
The brother ated the kimchi soup and thanked her for the meal. When the sister left, the oldest son suddenly felt sleepy and ended up falling asleep, failing the mission.
Next, the middle son was sent to watch over the cows. When the middle son was watching, the sister walked over to her brother, holding a bowl of kimchi soup.
“Eat up, it will give you all the energy you needed”
Unlike his older brother, the second son refused.
“No thank you, I’m not hungry”
“How about a hot drink that keeps you awake all night?”
“A hot drink will be nice”
The sister left and returned with a cup of hot tea. The middle son sipped the tea and thanked her for the drink. When the sister left, the middle son suddenly felt sleepy and ended up falling asleep, failing the mission.
Finally, the youngest son was sent to watch. Late at night, the youngest son saw his sister walk over to him, holding a bowl of kimchi soup.
“Eat up, it will give you all the energy you needed”
Like the middle son, the youngest son refused.
“No thank you, I’m not hungry”
“How about a hot drink that keeps you awake all night?”
“A hot drink will be nice”
The sister left and returned with a cup of hot tea. When the sister wasn't looking, He throw out the tea from his cup and thanked her for the drink. When the sister left, he pretended to fall asleep.
The boy peeped one eye and saw his sister return. He witnessed his sister rub oil on her hand and push it into the ox’s anus and pull out its liver to eat it, killing the ox. In the morning, He told his father that his sister did it, by pulling the liver out of the cow and eating it. His father accused him of having fallen asleep and having a nightmare and threw his son out.
The youngest son was no more than a beggar wandering the countryside. Eventually he had come to the top of a mountain where an old Buddhist master took him in. He studied diligently with him until eventually his heart grew sore to see his home again. After a year he decided to return to his village for a visit. The old master gave the youngest son a gift of three magic bottles: one green, one blue, and one red.
Once the youngest son arrived, he found his sister living alone; she told him with tears in her eyes that their parents and brothers had died of illnesses. But the brother knew she was lying. In reality, the sister had eaten her parents and brothers. She asked her brother what he would like to eat for dinner. The brother, trying to buy time to escape, said he craved chives pancakes and sent her out to the field for chives. The sister tied up her brother before going out to the field, but he untied himself and ran out of the house, leaving the rope tied to the gate.
He fled and saw his sister was chasing him in her fox form. The brother threw the green bottle behind him and it became a thicket of thorns. But she slashed the thorns away with her claws and made her way through it. He threw the blue bottle behind him and trapped her in a river. But she swam ashore. He threw the red bottle behind, and fire surrounded her. But she blew the fire away with her powerful breath. Finally, The sister caught him.
“It's looks like your journey has come to an end!” she cackled. “You my meal now!”
She bared her teeth and unleashed her claws. She jumped at her brother, ready to attack and eat him.
But the boy wasn’t shaking in fear and he stopped running.
He whispered.
“no..”
The full moon came.
“..YOU” he growled with his teeth turned into fangs.
The brother transformed into a tiger and ate his sister.
The end.
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drum-cu-naluci · 6 months
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Days 18-23
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diagic · 9 months
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Days of Folktober 2020
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blockforest · 7 months
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Day 3: Hand of Glory from Folktober
Sounds like a lot of effort to make one of these, I don't think I could be bothered.
Also I’ve seen these candles from a few spooky retailers and even though I love them I’m not sure I could have one in my house 😅
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