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it seems like every few months or so a ton of the blogs I follow stop being active. so I’m on the prowl for more witchy blogs to follow! like or reblog if you post about:

• 🌠 witchcraft

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  kitchen magick; herbs, tea, recipes, spells

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  nature and the elements

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  literature and books

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  science witches

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During the construction of London’s massive “super sewer,” archaeologists discovered something unusual in the mud: a 500-year-old skeleton of a man still wearing his thigh-high leather boots.

The Museum of London Archaeology (MOLA) announced this week that the skeleton was unearthed on the shores of the Thames, near a bend in the river downstream from the Tower of London.

“By studying the boots, we’ve been able to gain a fascinating glimpse into the daily life of a man who lived as many as 500 years ago,” said Beth Richardson, a finds specialist who analyzes artifacts at MOLA Headland, a consortium of archaeologists. “They have helped us to better understand how he may have made his living in hazardous and difficult conditions, but also how he may have died. It has been a privilege to be able to study something so rare and so personal.” Read more.

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James turns to Elsa and nods in response before focusing on the road. “New York is a very busy city. Millions of people live here and all from different parts of the world. All of different religion and speak different languages. A good place to live and where people feel if they make it here they can make it anywhere.”

Elsa looks in wow at everything frozen around them. She saw Rachel and gave a small smile, “I’m fine.” She spoke reassuringly.

She looked at James, “so what now?” She asked him and Rachel both.

“We leave now before people realize what happened,” said Rachel knowing she couldn’t freeze the entire city forever. “I assume you both came in a car?”

James nods in response before turning to Elsa. “Want to head back to the tower or go somewhere else?”

Elsa looks at him and at herself. Both covered in ash and soot. She spins her hands and a cool wind whips around her and the dirt and grime was gone. She then looked to James. “I think whatever you think would be good” she spoke as she did the same to James. The soot was gone into the air leaving him spotless once more. She smiles. “Either way we should get going” she added

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A merchant ship docks in the Arrendalle port. The ports were full of merchants…and people seeking the creatures rumored to recently inhabit the mountains. Many have gone missing.

One of the passengers exits the ship wearing a simple traveler’s garb and inly a calvary saber on his side. His bag seems to be the heaviest part about him. If one were to go through it, they’d find weapons and armor that makes Arrendale’s seem cheap.

He enters the city, lighting a cigarette.

Elsa sees the other woman come out and she looks at Crispin. “Let me guess. They took care of you huh?” She asked before she laughed at him getting smacked in the back of the head. A guard came up to Elsa’s side. “Your highness is everything okay?” The man asked the Queen.

Elsa looked at him and smiled. “Yes everything is fine. Thank you for checking on us but we will be fine. He’s just getting some much needed love” She joked and the man nodded before bowing and excusing himself.

Crispin nodded after being released from the death hold. “Orphanage often ran out of food. They took me in to feed me…and make sure I didn’t join the White Fang. Grandma over there? She’s former Atlas counter-insurgency. She fought in the last days of the Color War. Discharged for refusing to kill Faunus.” Marie and Crispin smiled as Grandma flashed her Mantle and Atlas service tattoos on her arms.

Elsa smiled and held her hand out to shake the old woman’s hand, “thank you. For your service. You should also be the ones I should thank for making him who he is to and extent huh?” She asked. She felt the babies kick and she put her free hand over her stomach briefly.

She chuckled, shaking Elsa’s hand. “And to think I was gonna arrange Marie and his wedding.” Marie facepalmed and Crispin blushed, “Grannie, it’s not like it used to be. I’m gay. I told you this.”

Elsa smiled. “Well I guess no need to now. But since Crispin hadn’t said anything about his guest list. I’m assuming he’d have you both come?” She asked them.

“But you don’t have to!” She added and gave a small anxious smile. Knowing who these people were to Crispin made her slightly anxious in hopes of not messing up. Or giving a negative reflection of herself to them. She may have the title of queen but that didn’t mean she didn’t need to get the approval of her fiancés closest family and friends.

“I figured they were coming…though keep Marie away from the booze. She…gets wild as hell.” He chuckles as Marie blushes.

“Okay, just because I screwed one entire women help staff is not cause for you to make fun.”

Elsa laughs a little and looks at Crispin. “Though you may not be the best at telling me things it’s nice to meet you ladies.” She says to them both. She suddenly pauses and she presses her hands to her stomach “they’re kicking” she says referring to the twins inside her.