#ritual magic

[theweightofdivinity]

When the wax drips like prayer,

the body becomes a temple of worship.

[elvenfoe]

i am deserving of all the wealth life has to offer

[fanficprophet]

Au where instead of getting caught by his dad in season 1 stiles runs off as well but instead of getting bit he runs into the nemeton which starts speaking to him like a personal narrator.

Stiles learns to read the past through trees and use magic subtly and read the area using the earth. His magic gets stronger the stronger the nemeton gets and the nemeton gets stronger with sacrifices. Scott doesn't ask what happens after fights just that Stiles deals with it and everything is fine.

It's not until someone else, idk, Peter? Deucalion? Derek? Theo? (Your pick of confused man) Asks how Stiles learned magic with no guide and why he took the bodies they left behind do they realise the eldritch horror he's become.

[charnel-grounds]

AEMAET

Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam | 1920 | dir. Paul Wegener & Carl Boese

[coconutjelly]

WIP: Vessel!Bernard part 19

Link to all parts | chrono link

"We may be able to come to an arrangement. Your beauty and your strength are… inviting."

His breath wafts honeyed and fruity, with an undercurrent tang that burns Kon's nostrils and makes his eyes water.

He can't get enough of it.

"Oh, I see," Bernard breathes, with a cruel smile that doesn't fit on his mouth. "Poor timing of the Fates, then. Although it must be said… this one is significantly more worthy of our attentions than the bird boy. Well chosen, beloved."

The endearment manages to be both sincere and sarcastic in a way that brings Robin levels of snark to mind. Kon very carefully ignores whatever his heart does, hearing this voice speak those words.

Again, it doesn't really feel like it's directed at him.

His face is flushed, his mind is dizzy and hazy, and the fingers tucked under his jaw feel so, so good, like nothing in his body hurts or could ever hurt again. Whatever he was worrying about just a few seconds ago is worlds away.

What is— Is he drunk?

The piqued thought is carried away by the champagne bubbles in his skin where Bernard's hand trails up his stomach and over his pec.

Why is he wearing so much fabric? His skin is lit up electric and aching to be kissed and caressed or cut and scarred, but his suit and belts and boots and jacket are all creating so much barrier between himself and Bernard.

He'd give Bernard anything he asked for, if it means that he'll help them – save Rob, save Cass and Bart, save the world – if only so they can have a world to go on living in together.

But this isn't Bernard, he remembers suddenly, pushing through the hazy feeling.

He's— Bernard is— He killed—

With a start, Kon snaps back to the present.

He's on his knees in a bunker, staring into the wrong, wrong, wrong eyes of whatever it is that he helped to take over Bernard's body, and he needs their help to save Robin.

"Strong in so many ways," Bernard's voice tells him approvingly. "Very few mortals would be able to resist me. Tell me, do you find my vessel repulsive?"

"No." He realizes a moment too late that the truth might be leveraged against him.

"I can taste you on my lips. What is my vessel to you?"

"He's—" Kon isn't sure how to answer that. A friend? A charge? Something more, if they have the chance? He settles on, "He's… important to me."

"Then he is not yours?"

"No, but… I hope he will be, someday soon. I-if he wants."

"Oh, he wants," the visitor purrs. "The way he wants you is… extraordinary, at least by mortal standards. Would you like to know what he's thinking, seeing you there on your knees?"

It isn't even anything explicit, but Kon's mind is never all that far from the gutter to begin with, and even closer around Bernard, and around the visitor…

Well, his mind isn't closer to the gutter, so much as the gutter is way bigger. The gutter has taken over the sidewalk, it pretty much feels like, under the visitor's influence.

So yeah. When he hears Bernard likes the way he looks on his knees, Kon maybe has some gutter-adjacent thoughts of his own…

Yeah, it's easy for him to jump on that train of thought, too.

The visitor chuckles, and it unfurls low and dark across Kon's skin. He wants to roll around in that laugh until it sticks to him everywhere.

[aether-nereide]

What are Olympic Spirits?

The Olympic Spirits (or Princes) come from the 16th-century grimoire The Arbatel of Magick. They rule regions of the cosmos, correspond to specific planets, and are generally considered benevolent, focusing on cosmic wisdom and natural magic:

· Aratron (Saturn) – Alchemy, hidden treasures, reconciling spirits, commanding elemental forces. He has 49 lesser spirits.

· Bethor (Jupiter) – Wealth, dignities, precious stones, true judgments, and familiars. He rules 42 legions.

· Phaleg (Mars) – Military honor, victory, courage, waging war, and healing. He has 35 lesser spirits.

· Och (Sun) – Wisdom, health, transmutation of metals (to gold), and the Philosopher's Stone. He commands 28 legions.

· Hagith (Venus) – Art, beauty, pleasure, turning copper to gold, and invisibility. He has 21 lesser spirits.

· Ophiel (Mercury) – Eloquence, knowledge, cunning, turning mercury to the Philosopher's Stone, and spirit summoning. He rules 14 legions.

· Phul (Moon) – Long life, travel, water transformation, alchemy (base metals to silver), and spirit visions. He has 7 lesser spirits.

Aratron (or Arathron), "the alchemist who commanded seventeen million six hundred and forty thousand spirits". He rules 49 provinces. His planet is Saturn.

Seal of Saturn

ARATRON governs those things which are ascribed astrologically to Saturn. He can convert any living organism, plant or animal into stone, and that in a moment of time; he can also change coals into treasure and treasure into coals; he gives familiars and reconciles subterranean spirits to men; he teaches Alchemy, Magic and Medicine, imparts the secret of invisibility, makes the barren fruitful and, lastly, confers long life.

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[2]

Bethor, "who commanded twenty-nine thousand legions of spirits". He rules 42 provinces. His planet is Jupiter.

Seal of Jupiter

Raises a person to great dignities and should appropriately be called upon for promotions and improving your life.

Reveals treasure and transports precious stones from place to place. Gives true answers and heightens psychic abilities. Prolongs life and gives familiars of the firmament.

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[3]

Phaleg (or Phalec, Pharos), "the War-Lord". His planet is Mars. He rules 35 provinces.

Seal of Mars

PHALEG governs the things that are attributed to Mars. The person who possesses his character is raised by him to great honour in military affairs.

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[4]

Och, "the alchemist, physician, and magician". He rules 28 provinces. His "planet" is the Sun.

Seal of the Sun

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[4]

Increases personal beauty and attractiveness. Giver of familial spirits. Can transform copper to gold.

Hagith, "transmuter of metals, and commander of four thousand legions of spirits". He rules 21 provinces. His planet is Venus.

Seal of Venus

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[4]

Ophiel, "who commanded one hundred thousand legions of spirits". He rules 14 provinces. His planet is Mercury.

Seal of Mercury

OPHIEL is the ruler of those things which are attributed to Mercury; he gives familiar spirits, teaches all arts, and enables the possessor of his character to change quicksilver immediately into the Philosopher's Stone.

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[4]

Phul, "lord of the powers of the moon and supreme lord of the waters". He rules 7 provinces. His "planet" is the Moon.

Seal of the Moon

Lunary concerns are under the government of PHUL, who truly transmutes all metals into silver, heals dropsy and provides Spirits of the Water, who serve men in a corporal [sic] and visible form; he also prolongs life to three hundred years.

— Arthur Edward Waite, Book of Ceremonial Magic[5]

© ᴀᴇᴛʜᴇʀ-ɴᴇʀᴇɨɖɛ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛֆ ʀᴇֆᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ.

[scryhard]

☸︎ The Witch’s Year: Sabbats, Chaos Rites & Calendars That Don't Suck

This is a living series about time, seasons, and why your soul keeps running laps like a hamster on espresso.

There is no One True Witch Calendar. Never was. We made it up. But like, on purpose.

The modern “Wheel of the Year” is basically a remix of Celtic fire festivals, Anglo-Saxon seasonal rites, and Wiccan fanfic from the last century, all mashed together like a ritual fruitcake. And honestly? That’s just culture doing its weird, composting thing. Let it rot. That’s how you get soil, so it’s not always bad.

Nobody’s grading you on how “authentic” your sabbats are. What actually matters is that your rituals mean something to you. That’s it. Witches don’t just vibe. We ritualize. We make time weird on purpose.

☉ The sun returns? Light the damn candle. ☽ The moon wanes? Bury the spell jar. ⚶ Your spine starts vibrating on a Tuesday in August? That’s a holy day now, babe.

This series will not tell you which color candle to buy at Michael’s, or how many jars you need to hoard before you unlock level two witchcraft... well possibly the former This is not “8 Holidays You Must Do or You’re Not a Real Witch.” This is a deep dive into how witches have shaped time into meaning, and how you can do it too.

What is a Sabbat, Really? Where we talk about etymology, folk vs Wiccan calendars, cultural approximations, and why Sabbats are not universal.

Upcoming Sabbat Guides Each major sabbat gets its own post. Expect themes, spells, plants, rituals that make your neighbors nervous, and hacks for chaos witches, city witches, and the magically feral.

Yule / Winter Solstice – Sacred darkness, root magic, midwinter spells

Imbolc – Fire in the belly, Brigid’s well, milk rites

Beltane – Boundary-crossing, faery nights, ecstatic fertility weirdness

Making Your Own Sabbats Because not everyone lives in a moody European forest, has access to actual woods, or wants to cosplay the summer solstice when it’s literally snowing outside.

Make your own:

Body-based rites (first blood, surgery, recovery)

Lunar chaos calendars

Feast days for your dead grandma or your inner monster

“It rained for the first time in months” festivals

The Witch’s Year in Practice Altars that rot on purpose. Bones that track the seasons. Plant logs, ritual journaling, and throwing a sabbat feast for one. You’re still valid if your coven is three houseplants and a cat with strong opinions.

Special Topics

“The Witch’s Feast” — Kitchen magic by season

“Animal Festivals” — Honoring migration, hibernation, and horny moose season

“Astrological Sabbats” — When Leo season hits like your personal midsummer

“Sabbats of the City” — Because the subway is an underworld journey

“The Lost Wheel” — Ancient ritual calendars that didn’t survive colonization but still echo

This isn’t a closed circle. It’s a living spiral, smudged, scribbled, and always a little feral. You can join in winter. You can join after harvest. You can miss five posts and show up for Mabon wearing a hat made of moss. You're still on time.

You don’t have to follow the Wheel to be a witch. But you do have to listen to time the way a forest listens to rot, the way a bruise listens to the coming storm.

☸︎ Follow the tag #The Witch’s Year to stay updated. Bring snacks. Burn something on purpose. The calendar is already on fire. Let’s make it weird.