ANDRÉ LAMOGLIA
Blood & Water 4.01 "Beware of Things Buried"
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If I wasn't completely absorved by the exams this next week, I'd be writing that attempt at an article about the Headless King that I've had in my drafts for a while now. I've made some pretty cool findings that really helped me wrap up some ideas and connect some dots, yet somehow I feel like He'll only let me sit down to write it all down cohesively once I actually have all the right puzzle pieces.
In the mean time, I'm just happy because the plants that I ordered a week ago arrived and now I finally have my own little herb garden! (which for someone who's been living on and off in a relatively small apartment for some years now, it's a Big Win)
Being able to bring into my home my most significant plant allies is really important to me because of the concepts of Reciprocity and Right Relation. The idea is that medicine and magic coming from allies that I personally tend to and care for is way more powerful than simply buying the herbs in bulk and awakening them. The Land Tending that I've been doing allows me that kind of Right Relation and Reciprocity with local native species and some introduced ones, but not really with other allies that aren't found here naturally.
As soon as I get some free time I'll have to trasplant them into bigger pots (to get bigger bushes that I can lovingly harvest in more significant amounts) but just having little plant babies to care for, to strengthen my relationship with some ancestral allies that are not native to this region and I wouldn't otherwise be able to care for at all, just brings me so much joy and has done wonders to lower my stress levels these past few weeks, all exams and university drama considered 🫠
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Ivan and puleng’s romance was so cute guys like we was starving and they fed us
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Ah! Kristin is so baby! So is Mike!
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A snip of the next chap of Blood & Water since ao3 is broken. Featuring one of the few characters who got a completely different role because otherwise they wouldn't have really been in the story lol
Ms. Clarke held up a stack of weathered tarot cards, shuffling them in her hands. “A lot of people don’t realize there’s a science to magic. It’s like the weather. There are, at any time, a thousand different forces at work. So you can read the cards whenever, but you really need to wait for…” Ms. Clarke looked up right as a cloud passed overhead, revealing Mars and it’s reddish glow. “The opportune time.”
Just inside the threshold, she touched Eddie’s shopping list to the top of the deck. Then she laid a pattern of cards out by the front door, occasionally glancing at the sky. “It seems six is the right number. Which means we’re doing seven.”
“Why?”
“There is no good magic or bad magic. There are no good numbers or bad numbers. But six… It’s so strongly attached to you right now, it’s like looking into the sun. Any pattern attached to you right now is well worth breaking.”
“Right.” Eddie stared at the cards on display.
Some, Eddie could easily guess at as far as meanings went. The tower. The devil. The high priestess reversed.
There were four other cards though: the two of swords, the lovers, the moon, the ten of swords reversed.
Ms. Clarke squinted at the cards, humming, moving one over to the left and then putting it back where it had started. “Perhaps one more actually.” With a little shrug, she shuffled the deck again before placing one more card down, laying it atop the moon like a crown: the two of cups.
She nodded once, satisfied, and then she looked up at Eddie.
“I don’t wanna know what you did. You’re wearing death like a coat right now, kiddo. Not a jacket either. A coat. Full length trench. Chin to wrists to ankles.”
Eddie had been sitting like a pretzel on the sidewalk, and she looked down at the concrete encircled by her legs.
“It won’t be easy," Ms. Clarke said. "But you already knew that. Whoever she is though…” Eddie looked up and found her holding the moon card. “When she comes to you, if she hasn’t already, let her help. She’s your only shot.”
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sam belongs in the water for real!!! he's like a frog to me. when i see him on dry land it stresses me out
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