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“If everything is a play, no unhappy things will exist. It may be a tragedy, but it’ll all be part of the script.” 🎭 Happy(?) #walpurgisnacht and belated 10th anniversary of the original series finale of #puellamagimadokamagica (started these before the announcement about the new film, but they ended up being fitting by coincidence. Also tried some different ways of working with these, but ended up sliding back into not-great ingrained habits. I’m such a fool) #madokamagica #魔法少女まどかマギカ #witch #theater #tragedy #play #magic https://www.instagram.com/p/COTAPLBD-r7/?igshid=s6qtzkmff21t
Happy Witches Night! 🦇🌙
Would other practitioners/magical heroes be interested in a large-scale Walpurgisnacht working? I’ve been cooking up plans (potentially for next April) and the more interest there is, the bigger the results can potentially be. You do not have to be working within the paradigm of Puella Magi Madoka Magica to participate!
Note: While the inspiration of this working is within the realm of pop culture magick, I am aiming for real-world socio-political results. If you are not interested in doing magic for progressive political means (i.e. ending war, fighting against apartheid/colonialism, or ousting harmful leaders/legislation/movements), please do not interact.
Please reblog and share with those who you think may be interested! I will follow up on a later date with the details of the working and ways to engage. I’m excited at the prospect of conducting an international magical working! ☆
Chapter Thirteen: Marvolo
His eyes were burning; smarting and itching so much that he wanted to tear them out of his head.
Tom was about to cry.
He was not going to cry, and especially not in the middle of the hallway, empty or not. The last time he allowed tears to sting his eyes like this, he was nearly dead.
So, he tilted his head up, screwed up his face, and focused on his anger instead.
Abraxas's voice. Mudblood.
Mudblood scum. That's what you are; you can't deny it anymore.
Tom let out a shriek, flinging his bag down against the floor. The thin, cheap fabric ripped easily, sending all his books tumbling out.
He snatched up one of them — it was a library book — Tom didn't care — and grabbed the first few pages in a quivering fist, crumpling them under his rage. He screamed, ripped them clean from the binding, felt a bit better, and did it again.
Rip, tear, scream. Repeat. Rip, tear, scream. Repeat.
He heard a soft plip, and stopped, surprised that a tear had fallen.
Now, the page was wet. A single droplet of water was spreading, bleeding out across the paper.
Germany invades Czechslovakia. Tom Riddle discovers the secret of his birth.
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Tart Magica anime when please 🙏
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