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vorpalfae · 7 months
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‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ 𖤐 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𖤐 ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
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bewitched-bullet · 6 months
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Here you go @helloliriels ! This is only the part I finished tweaking
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Actually, I always regret everything I do but I do it anyway 😅
(Working title: To Pull a Spider’s Silk)
Chapter 1
The labyrinthine streets of London were currently being slowly devoured by tendrils of thickened mist, offering an ethereal backdrop to the slow moving traffic and passive pedestrians. The eerie false twilight, gave a distinct pull -longing- for a fit of exploring.
‘Wanderlust’ He mused absently, letting the curtain fall back over the window.
Within a comfortably cluttered apartment of haphazard style and sense, a tall and lean figure moved across the room with unnatural grace, grabbed a grubby poker, and jabbed at the inoffensive logs in the fireplace. Small sparks from the fire spat out into the living room in protest. He carelessly flung the metal poker to the side with a clang and spun back around. His sharp, piercing gaze darted across the intricacies of case files spread like cryptic mosaics on his desk. Loose leaflets and some torn pages were taped, pinned, and a couple times -nailed- to the closest wall. Not his fault he ran out of tape. The air around him seemed to vibrate with intensity as he paced in front of his handiwork. A faint smile played unbidden upon his lips as he visually scoured the data.
The fire in the fireplace popped and snapped as it’s fuel shifted, casting wild shadows across the room. He remained unmoved and suddenly stilled, narrowing his ice-blue eyes. Quick as snake, he snatched a paper off the wall and with a final unimpressed once over, tossed it into the flames.
“Aaaargh, I need more information!”
He whipped out his phone from his back pocket, thumbs flying over the digital keyboard.
<< Get me more. SH
His foot tapped as he stared at the screen, waiting. Two minutes later, a ding.
>> Get stuffed.
‘Ugh!’
Annoying, but not unexpected. He tossed his phone to a chair, steepled his fingers and rested his chin on them. Can’t go to the crime scenes without being invited (ridiculous), not allowed to step into the station without a case (see point 1) or near dead (unlikely, though appreciated), and not allowed to directly call unless near dead. He snatched the remote from the mantle and switched the small telly on.
The lastest press release of the murders suicides was being hosted by his associate (are they associates? He does associate with him in the verb kind of sense), Lastrade. Sherlock’s mouth twitched upwards as he watched the stress-grayed haired man give his little speech about the case. Sherlock pursed his lips thoughtfully. He may not be allowed to call but nobody couldn't tell him he can’t text whoever he wanted. He quickly retrieved his mobile, tapped a couple times on the glass screen, and confirmed ‘send all’ in a group message. Wouldn’t be able to trace it back to him anyway.
A soft knock at the door disrupted the room's stillness, the arrival of a visitor momentarily drawing his focus. He swiftly crossed the room and opened the door. His landlady, had brought the mail. He greeted her with raised eyebrows.
"Good evening, dear. It's quite chilly out there," she remarked, handing over the letters with a pat on his arm. "Do make sure you get yourself a nice cuppa; it’s going to be cold tonight."
Sherlock’s demeanor softened, and he offered a quick peck on top of her curls. “Thank you, Mrs. Hudson,” he replied as he took the mail, his expression a mix of appreciation and distant contemplation. “Perhaps, you should make sure I do.”
Mrs. Hudson chuckled warmly. "Oh, Sherlock, you do need to take care of yourself,” she said in mock astonishment. “I’m not your housekeeper, you know.”
Sherlock rapidly sorted through the envelopes, tossing them carelessly to the floor. His flurry of movement was soon stilled. He tilted his head, catching something unusual in the pile in his hands. One letter stood out from the rest, its appearance distinct with swirling black ink, sealed with wax, and marked with a unique emblem. He dropped the rest to the floor as he weighed it in his palm, eyes narrowed.
Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock with mild worry. “Ah, perhaps I’ll check on you later anyway. I’ll bring a good meat pie.”
“Mmm…yes, very good,” Sherlock murmured as he turned away from her, sliding his thumb carefully under the seal. He barely registered Mrs. Hudson carefully closing the door behind her as he analyzed the stationary. He gingerly removed the creamy, heavy-weighted paper from the satin-like envelope and unfolded it, scanning it quickly. His frown deepened, and frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior as he re-read the message.
Tiptoeing the lines for the past two years to remain a free agent had been a delicate and frustrating balance. Most of the time, he could believe in the illusion it provided. However, every now and then, reminders of how fragile that "freedom" was came knocking. With a low snarl, he snapped his wrist, and the fancy stationery spun into the fireplace It quickly caught aflame green tinted tongues lapping at it greedily, curling the darkened edges. He remained like stone till every bit of it disintegrated into ash and embers.
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(Next will be John’s part)
I really hope you like this tidbit!
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nekousagisstuff · 10 months
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This like an answer for @casper-kew drawing! ✨ I love the results! This My perspective of his comic
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maxyvert · 2 years
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Some details from a comic I made recently for a Hungarian 🦇 ~witchy~ 🦇 anthology. 
For now I don’t have much info about the publishing and stuff, will update when I get to know something.  In 2017 I left my webcomics and deleted them from tapas because my dear alma mater told me several times that I’m not good enough to be an artist, that illustration is not art etc (and later my second uni as well) ..I felt everything I made was awful and cringey and I just got rid of them :/  I’m feeling a little better now but idk if I ever be able get back my pre-university confidence :’) There are a bunch of stories, long and short that I’m planning I just  need a push or a positive punch in my face x’) Hopefully I’ll get to make them.
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mychemical-andie · 2 years
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update: i finished crave(2) by tracy wolff. not doing any spoilers but i might cry if i don't get the third and fourth books soon, that ending had me literally screaming at midnight on a friday night, ranting to my roommate and her boyfriend when they got upstairs. i live in a dormitory full of highscoolers. anyway send me novel recommendations,,, preferably one-offs because i don't think i can handle another series and not being able to get my grubby little goblin hands on the next book. i’m about to start reading bartimaeus because that's the only other fiction i have at school[sobbing]
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Speaking of “soulmates in every universe”, who remembers Freya & Killian from Witches of East End??? I only had them for 2 seasons but man that was something
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asteroidtroglodyte · 11 months
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A Magical Taxonomy
Warlock: from wær (old English, “pact/oath”) + loga (proto-Germanic, “liar”) + hard “-ck” (Scottish English); Oathbreaker (contextually; breaker of Baptismal Oaths; hence also Apostate)
Wizard: from Wis (old English, “knowledgeable”) + -ard (same, “too much of”); Possessor of too much knowledge
Witch: from weyk (proto-indo-European, “apart, separated, different”)[connotations akin to Latin’s “Sacre”]; Sacred Outsider
Sorcerer: from Sors (Latin, “Fate”) and Ser (same,“to bind”); Fate Manipulator
Druid: from dru (proto-Celtic, “Oak”) + weyd (same, “to see”); Oak-Seer, or Tree-Knower
Cleric: from kleros (Ancient Greek, “lots/ casting lots/ drawing lots”) [contextually; public servants were selected by drawing lots, as opposed to, say, voting]; Public Servant / Clerk
Bard: from bard (proto-Celtic, “Bard”); Bard
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anelephantcant · 1 year
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melaniem54 · 2 years
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Review: Night Tricks ( Midnight Magic #1) by Richard Amos
Review: Night Tricks ( Midnight Magic #1) by Richard Amos
Rating: 2.75 “I considered the Arcana, wondering if it had some healing properties. Decided to not try or suggest such a thing. I didn’t know what was inside me, what it could do. Just because it whispered things at me, we weren’t joined at the hip.” — Night Tricks (Midnight Magic Book 1) by Richard Amos If reading that made your brain hurt, you’re not alone. That’s Clayton or Clay as he…
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thatsbelievable · 6 months
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flamebunnyy · 6 months
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=The Harmony of Nature is a Misconception. Equilibrium is perhaps a more apt Descriptor=
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lil-tachyon · 11 months
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The Master Caster and the Quest for the Golden Largemouth
Based on this hat I drew a little while back
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bewitched-bullet · 24 days
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What I've been working on for To Pull on the Spider's Silk
A Johnlock AU
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"You would need to fully consent to it, of course." Sherlock's baritone from above him dropped ever-so-slightly. God, that voice pulled on strings he didn’t know he had.
"It requires complete–"
"Vulnerability; openness, yeah, I know" John interjected as he swallowed hard and looked back up at Sherlock. Sherlock's mercury eyes were locked onto John's. His entire body was tense, examining John's every minute shift. John did his best not to squirm. It was both parts unnerving and flattering to be so closely examined by this extraordinary man.
He cleared his throat. "Um, yeah," he gestured over to Sherlock's book shelf, "I came across some of the old customs in one of your books."
Sherlock seemed to relax a fraction, his sharp eyes softening. "So you know it requires a level of–"
"Intimacy, yeah," John finished quickly, snapping his eyes back over to the darker haired man. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I had to goggle what skyclad and the great rite meant, but, yeah, I get the concept."
A small smile flitted around Sherlock's lips. "We wouldn’t need anything that dramatic. However, playing to what we perceive as sacred would be essential. For someone who values physical touch as you do, a simple kiss would suffice."
He hesitated. "Would you consent, John?"
John bit his lip and looked away as he took his time to think. The idea of being caught, charged with unsanctioned use of magick, and locked away somewhere was not an option. Turning himself in before the madness took him and bonded to a strange Handler was tempting but definitely not appealing. John could feel the sharp sting of panic rising. A glance at Sherlock’s face told him that it didn’t escape his notice. Sherlock stepped closer. They were now toe to toe. John felt firm pressure at his elbows, where Sherlock was gently cupping them.
"If you had a true choice. One that wasn’t done by necessity....what would you choose?"
John racing mind immediately stilled as he stared up into Sherlock's intense silvery gaze, feeling achingly exposed.
"You. Always."
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nekousagisstuff · 9 months
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@wildartsstuff I wanted to do a reblog but I can't load My part...🥲 well anyhoo This was My aport to this art of dartssuff! I like how looks Lampwick!✨
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And It's funny How I maked him! I really have fun making this! And Yah the relationship betheen Alyssa it's like Friends but "If You try something weird...You Die". And they're always in competition. Polilover couple alert!!!
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jstor · 11 months
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Here's what our friends at the Cleveland Museum of Art write about these four 17th-century paintings entitled "Scenes of Witchcraft" by Salvator Rosa:
A huge upturn in interest in witchcraft emerged during the 1500s in Europe, but by the middle of the next century - at least among the cultured elite of Florence - a backlash arose against the many accusations of sorcery. Artists and writers explored the topic more out of curiosity and amusement, chief among them the poet, painter, and satirist Salvator Rosa, who examined witchcraft with gusto in numerous poems and works of art, including these four paintings. They show a range witch types - from the beautiful enchantress to the old crone to the male sorcerer - and represent activities commonly associated with black magic - levitation, love potions, devil worship, the invocation of demons, and transformation. 
If you think that's awesome, you should browse the museum's collection in JSTOR—lots of great art from a wide variety of cultures and eras, and it's open and free for everyone to view and download!
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kagoutiss · 9 months
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wip…….silly girl warlock etc etc :’-)
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