So let me tell you about Hart

Hart is the god of shadows. Not just /a/ god of shadows, /the/ god of shadows. As in, the first one, ever, since before the creation of the universe as we know it. People are right when they say that before us there was darkness; Hart can tell you exactly how it was when darkness was all there was to life.

Before I can tell you about Hart, however, I have to tell you about my great, great, great, great, great grandfather, Tiberius Oswald Scott, the Third.

Scott was a noble of medium wealth and stance in Britain some..three hundred years ago, I think it was. Real handsome bloke, blue eyes, blond hair, tall, the works. Anyway, he managed to catch the eye of some foreign lord, who was actually Hart parading around as a nobleman, as bored gods like to do, and they got together and made the beast with two backs.

To make a long story short, Scott ditched Hart to marry some well-off bint that increased his title, and Hart refused to be anything but Scott’s main dig, so they split up.

I’m sure you can see where this is going.

Anyway, Hart went off, brokenhearted, while Scott had a crapton of babies. When Hart came back, Scott was dead, so the gods anger had nowhere to go, except for his children, and their children and basically everyone who was the tiniest bit related to Scott. So, in his slightly insane thirst for vengance, he started cursing everyone, killing them, and generally fucking up their lives.

I am the last surviving descendant of Tiberius Oswald Scott.

And Hart wants me dead; well, it seems like every other Tuesday he wants me dead. Most days, I think he just wants to fuck me.

So, I kind of lied

While I will be writing the whole story…I will be doing most of it out of order, because fuck chronology, my memory is shit, and there’s a high likelihood I’ll be dead by July of this year.

So, let’s start with the reason I’m probably going to he dead next July.

I was born in July, on the seventh. It was near the end of my membership in Toby’s coven; I had just turned fifteen, and since it was summer and the lot of us had missed the Midsummer solstice, we decided to throw a little bash.

We had a new member of the coven there; he hadn’t been initiated yet, and, well, that’s lucky for him. Really lucky.

The ceremony started at midnight; everyone was mostly naked, except for John and the new guy; Seth, I think his name was. Something with an S, anyway. We’d set up a fairly large circle around a bonfire and had planned to summon a small fire spirit, to show off for the new member and to dick around a bit in elemental magic, because we could.

I don’t know how it happened, but we never sealed the circle. Since it was a summoning, and I was best at summoning, I took point. I spoke the words, and as soon as they wwere out of my mouth, I knew I’d mispoken. What came out of the fire was not a simple fire spirit; it was a fucking fire dæmon, and it was pissed.

Here, my memory is a little blurry; there was a lot of pain and screaming, but luckily, since I had been the summoner, the creature took it’s vengeance on me and left everyone else alone.

There was a branded ruin in my shoulder; the others told me the dæmon has said “For your folly, you will not reach your twentieth summer.” In Latin.

The ruin on my shoulder said as much, when we translated it. I went to other, older witches; an old gypsy frowned at me and asked what I had done to have an ancient spirit curse me so.

I was told, by the gypsy an by a demon friend of mine that the only way to subvert the curse was to beg the dæmon for my life; that only earned me another curse; I can no longer feel warmth, though that one was easier to lessen.

So, by all rights, my arrogance earned me a death sentence.

It’s not as horrifying as it was a couple years ago, though; I have a few months to air my dirty laundry; heave hoe.

The Wanderer: So...

carpeumbra:

malachite-wings:

carpeumbra:

foxmagik:

How would one go about making a “keep away” amulet of sorts?

A housemate of ours is pretty much slowly (and by slowly I mean quickly) becoming a “i want to punch things/you” trigger for all of us, but he tends to stay away from two of us, just not our friend.

I wouldn’t be resorting to using…

I know there are some folk magic/voodoo things for keeping people away that I have in some of my books, but IMO just curse the living daylights out of him. He can’t bother you if he has no energy for which to be annoying. :D

Hotfoot powder. Will send him packing. You can look up various recipes on luckymojo.com.

I’m just a sadist, but what she said I guess is the better of the two options.

/waves Team Cursing flag passively

Actually, I’ve found that a mix of a notice-me-not and aversion spell works. if you can get a strand of their hair, write something they don’t like on a piece of paper, along with the name of the person you want to avoid and wrap the hair securely in the paper, and then put it someplace they frequent oftener, preferably where they sleep.

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Hiddles, somewhere: 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge

chasingriversong:

In the spirit of the 30 Day OTP Challenge, I present…

ChasingRiver’s 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge!

For those of us who draw/write porn, some of the regular prompts just aren’t, well, “porny” enough. So I made up some of my own.

The rules are the same: Screw the rules. Use the prompts in any way you want over however long you want. This is meant to be fun, not painful! Please just tag the resulting porny goodness.

Use one prompt each day to write (or draw) something with your fandom and OTP. These prompts were created with fanfic in mind, but if you want to create art instead, great! Be sure to tag each entry with 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge (please note the addition of ‘Porn’ in the tag) to make it easier to keep track of them. Interpret the prompts any way you like!

1. Anal sex

2. Awkward sex / things that don’t go as planned

3. Body fluids

4. Bondage

5. Breath play Nipple play (*)

6. Corsets

7. Creative sexual positions

8. Dominance/submission

9. Double penetration

10. Explaining a kink to their partner

11. Explaining their (unconventional/kinky/incestuous) relationship to a disapproving third party (roommate, coworker, family member, spouse, pet, etc.)

12. First time they have sex

13. Gags

14. Genderswap

15. Getting caught having sex

16. Latex/leather

17. Masturbation

18. Medical play

19. Oral sex

20. Out-of-character clothing

21. Pain/sensation play

22. Public/semi-public sex

23. Rimming

24. Roleplaying

25. Sensory deprivation

26. Sex at work/school/ancestral home/other wildly inappropriate location

27. Sex toys (purchasing, using, misusing, misplacing, etc.)

28. Spanking

29. Threesome/group sex

30. Voyeurism

I’d really like this to get some traction so we can overrun the world with more porn. ;)  If you’d consider reblogging this instead of just ‘liking’ it, I’d really appreciate it, thanks! 

* I changed breath play to nipple play due to the health risks of breath play. For more information, please see here.

(via lightonlight)

Source: chasingriversong

Here's a M!A List Spread It Like A Fatal Disease

  • Blood: Your thirst for blood is insatiable. No, you aren't some vampire with convenient sharp teeth. You gotta find blood to eat or you'll starve; all other food and drink make you promptly vomit.
  • Stuttering: You have an irresistibly cute stutter for the next _____
  • Little Bird: For ____, you have cute little wings. No, not big enough to fly. Yes, big enough that you might need to cut holes in your shirt.
  • Lips Like Morphine: You want to kiss everyone who says your name for the next ____.
  • Super Psycho Love: For the next ___, you're on a quest to make out with the one person you know you shouldn't.
  • Use Me: You have to abide to anyone that says your name, followed by a command. Lasts for _____.
  • Blood, Sex, and Booze: You wake up tied to a chair, your head hurts like fucking hell, and you taste blood on your lips holy shit you're bleeding. Oh yeah, and you're horny as shit. You're stuck for ____ or until someone helps you out.
  • Nice Guys Finish Last: If you're a nice guy, now you're bad. If you're a bad guy, you're now nice. If you're somewhere in the middle, you're now a fuckin' cat.
  • Just a Little Girl: No, I don't give a fuck about your gender. For the next ____, you're a little girl.
  • The Mirror: You become split into two versions of yourself -- your good and your evil, for ___.
  • Automatisch: You are now a robot or a cyborg (have metallic parts) for _____.
  • Anyway You Want It: You have to follow the next 5 commands in your inbox, no matter what. (Can only be refuted by another anon).
  • So Fierce: You're suddenly some kind of sex kitten, for ______. You smouldering temptress.
  • Chained to You: Physically, you are chained to (anon decides) for _____ long. Include chain leeway (length).
  • Brainwashed: You will be brainwashed by the next person to say your name. Lasts for _____.
  • T-Shirt: You can wear nothing but a t-shirt for ______.
  • When They Come For Me: Yeah. They're coming. You better run. They'll give up the hunt on _____.
  • I Don't Like The Drugs: Way to develop a physiological drug dependency for ____. Way to go, Tiger.
  • Pushing Me Away: You now love everyone you hated. You hate/are scared of the ones closest to you. Relationships that are somewhere in the middle are unaffected. Lasts for _____.
  • I'm Dying: I'm so...so sorry...
  • Kryptonite: Well, aren't you a hunk. You've got super strength, speed, x-ray vision, and dazzling hair. There's only one thing that can stop you, and that's (anon decides).
  • Drunk: Get Home You're drunk for _______. (Anon can specify a KIND of drunk; angry drunk, horny drunk, emotional drunk, etc..)
  • Killer in You: You want to kill everyone with RP with for ______. The only way to stop it is to kill yourself (you'll come back, obvi. But whether or not you know that...)
  • Good Life: For _____, you have everything you've ever wanted. When it disappears, though...

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