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celtic-crossbow · 9 months

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You’re My Gravity

Pairing: Daryl x GN!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth

Warnings: Mentions of illness

Summary: A virus has hit home not long after the events of 11x24 Rest in Peace. You’re doing all you can to help but you’re worried Daryl has already done too much.

A/N: Request by @twigg96 can be found here. I’m not super stoked about how this one turned out. I’m so sorry that it came out a hot mess. I hope it’s at least a little entertaining! Even so, I may do the other prompt you gave me as a show of apology.

Prompt: “Look, you don’t like hospitals, I know, but I don’t think we can wait any longer.”

The hospital was apparently the place to be that day. Lifting the box over your head, you muttered apologies while slipping between folks left and right. Suddenly, the bandana Daryl had tied over your mouth and nose didn’t seem so unreasonable. The Commonwealth had been hit with another nasty virus, thus effectively leaving a gap in their usually well stocked supplies.

You and Daryl had taken several others on a week-long run. You had been successful but the trip had left you tired, dirty, and longing for about three days in bed with your favorite bowman.

“G’on, get.” He had playfully shoved you toward the hospital and called Dog, walking away with a chuckle. He had definitely seen you stomping your feet like a disgruntled toddler.

“Someone order a bunch of medical shit with names I can’t and won’t even try to pronounce?” Giving the box a gentle shake, you greeted Tomi with a nod and a smile that he couldn’t see.

“You can’t pronounce band-aid?” The surgeon teased. He took the box from you and you stepped aside to allow the other boxes to be brought inside. “Looks like the trip was a success! Y/N, this is wonderful!”

“How dare you doubt me!” You feigned offense with a hand over your heart. “I’m wounded, sir!” He laughed with you but you could see the exhaustion on his face. Staff had been rotating to try and ease the burden, but even with volunteers, their numbers were minuscule. “Listen, I’m gonna go shower and hit the hay for a while but maybe I can come back later and help out?”

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly.”

You patted the man’s shoulder with a nod and made your way outside. The air felt nice with the gentle breeze whispering over your skin as you pulled down the bandana. Autumn had always been your favorite season. Though you didn’t know what month it was, it was clear that summer days had passed. The leaves had turned colorful and were falling. Daylight hours had lessened. Most of all, you didn’t feel like you were cooking in your own skin each time you stepped outside.

“Daryl, I’m home!” You closed the door behind you, hearing the tap-thump of Dog shooting down the stairs to greet you. “Hey, boy.” His bowl was quickly filled with some leftovers that had been set aside for him, and you continued upstairs, longing for sleep. The door to your room was closed, something Daryl often did when he was there before you. He was a light sleeper and would hear you enter that way.

Except today. You found yourself leaning against the doorframe to watch him sleep. The archer had not even pulled down the sheets, simply sprawled out over them, fully clothed. You were tired but never too tired to take care of him. Making your way to the bedside, you brushed his hair back and placed a kiss on his temple.

“Hey, you. Let’s get you settled properly, yeah?” His brow furrowed and relaxed, but he made no attempt to move. With a smile and a shake of your head, you moved down and started unlacing his boots. Maybe the movement would be enough to rouse him a bit. It wasn’t until you started pulling off the second boot that he stirred. “Hi.”

“Hey.” His gravelly voice was laced with sleep. He gently swatted away your hands when you reached for his shirt, intent on helping him remove it. Any other time, he would have definitely let you.

“You wanna shower?” You asked while stripping out of your own clothing.

“Nah.” His trousers hit the floor and he kicked them aside, stepping on the toes of his socks to pull them from his feet. Leaving his boxers on, he pulled back the sheets and climbed back into bed, watching you get yourself ready. You might tease him later about how adorable he looked with those long, slow blinks of half-lidded eyes.

You didn’t make him wait long before joining him. The moment you laid down to face him, his eyes closed. ‘He must be exhausted.’ You thought. Daryl would usually move about the house with nervous energy once he returned from outside the walls. He could never settle immediately. Still, he was known for running himself ragged for the community. You had to keep an eye on him.

You couldn’t be sure how long you laid there, watching him sleep. The next thing you knew was a pitch black room and an empty space next to you. You sat up and wiped at your eyes, squinting to see through the sleepy haze still clinging to your vision. Dog was perched at the bathroom door, nearly blocking the light creeping from underneath it. Knowing where Daryl was, you stretched and laid back down. Tomi would understand if you didn’t come in to volunteer.

Just as you closed your eyes, there was a quiet, distressed whine from Dog, followed by the unmistakable sound of retching. You were at the door in seconds. “Daryl?” He didn’t respond but the sink began to run. You looked down to see his shadow moving. You tried again, rapping your knuckles lightly against the wood. “You okay?”

The door opened and you immediately stepped back as Daryl emerged. He was already dressed though you wondered where he was going. It was hard to see in the dark but he appeared sweaty, his hair sticking to his neck.

“Daryl?”

“M’alright.” His voice was more hoarse than usual.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. Were you just throwing up?” You eyed him suspiciously as he sat down (collapsed) onto the edge of the bed and began to pull on his boots. When he didn’t answer, you stepped closer. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Said m’fine.” There was no bite to his words. He just sounded…tired. When you reached for him, he leaned out of reach and stood, patting his leg to call Dog. “Takin’ him for a walk.”

“Okay.” You conceded. If he felt like walking around with Dog, he must not be too bad off. “Be safe.” The jerky nod was visible enough and then he was gone.

You crawled back into bed and stared up at the ceiling. ‘He’s fine.’ Time passed as you tossed and turned, sleeping in small increments only to wake up and find he had not yet returned. ‘He’ll be back soon. He’s okay.’ Sunrise came and went, and you told yourself that this was Daryl. It wasn’t abnormal for him to stay gone for hours. He was well known in the community. People were always asking for his help or advice. Ignoring the gnawing feeling in your gut, you went about making breakfast, enough for both of you. ‘He’s fine.’

You were raking the eggs onto two plates when there was a strange sound at the front door. The pan and plates were quickly forgotten. “Hello?” You called just a few steps from the entrance. When the scratching happened again, it was accompanied by a familiar bark. “Dog?” The door was jerked open so fast that the poor animal leapt back, but his barking persisted tenfold once he saw you.

And Daryl was nowhere in sight.

That feeling of dread was back. “Where’s Daryl, boy?” You didn’t bother changing out of your t-shirt and flannel pants, and the house slippers on your feet were going to get the job done. Dog bolted and you followed, leaving the door open behind you. People were moving about, offering waves and greetings but you ignored them. Daryl would never send Dog unless he couldn’t come to you himself and there was no person he could send instead to tell you not to worry.

Dog cut down a narrow alley, quite a ways ahead of you. He knew you could see him. That dog was smarter than most humans you knew. The alley was one you knew well. It was a way to cut through the center of town and get to Carol’s house. You wondered why he would send Dog from Carol’s as you turned to enter the alley. And your heart stopped.

Dog was jumping around and barking in front of a figure slumped against the wall. And you’d know that mop of hair anywhere.

“Daryl!”

The concrete stung your knees when you dropped to his side, immediately assessing your partner. The first thing you noticed was the heat radiating from his skin. The second thing was the puddle of sick a few feet away.

“Goddamn you, you stubborn jackass!” You admonished him loudly, taking his face between your hands to lift his chin from his chest. His eyes snapped open, fever bright and wild. It took a moment for recognition to seep into his gaze.

“Y/N.” He sounded worse than he had last night.

“Dog, go get help! Go on, boy!” The canine tilted his head, barked once, and then took off while you turned your attention back to the archer. “Daryl Dixon, I knew you were sick!” You shouted while he coughed into his elbow.

“Maybe jus’ a lil’.”

You opened your mouth to speak but didn’t get the chance before he shoved you back a few feet. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t want ya gettin’ sick too.” The look he gave you conveyed that he hadn’t meant to push you that hard. “M’sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You moved right back into his space and could have laughed at his expression. “If I get sick, we’ll handle it then.” You brushed his hair behind his ears and away from his face as he let his head fall back against the wall. “Look, you don’t like hospitals, I know, but I don’t think we can wait any longer.” You looked up to footsteps running toward you. Carol and Aaron, followed by Dog.

Daryl gave a nod, resigned. “Yeah, okay.”

“He sick?” Aaron asked. He was already pulling up his bandana before you nodded. Carol quickly followed suit and kneeled down beside Daryl.

“Hey, Pookie.” She mimicked your earlier gesture of brushing back his hair. “Can you stand?”

You stood and stepped back so Aaron could move in to help. Daryl looked like he might try to get up on his own but then deflated and shook his head.

It was a long, slow walk but the four of you finally made it. Carol and Aaron stood outside while Tomi looked Daryl over and asked about his symptoms, confirming it was indeed the same virus. He was quickly given a fever reducer and was asleep before they started the IV for fluids. You refused to leave his side, but no one was brave enough to ask you to in the first place.

It had been hours since you’d arrived. You were gazing out the window when you heard the archer stirring. Turning, you watched quietly as his brow furrowed just before his eyes blinked open. It was easy to tell he was confused, as well as when everything came back to him. He slowly looked around until his eyes landed on you. You stared back but said nothing. It was he who looked away first.

“S’pose you’re pissed off, huh?” He asked quietly, intently focused on picking at his palm.

“Damn right, I’m pissed off.” He didn’t flinch but you could tell he wasn’t unaffected. You stood there for a few moments longer before sighing and plopping down in the chair beside his bed. You reached for the hand he was picking at and pulled it toward you, lacing your fingers through his. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were sick? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve taken care of you.”

Daryl lowered his eyes, his free hand now toying with a loose thread on the blanket. The man never could keep from fidgeting when having a one-on-one conversation. “S’just—they depend on me, y’know? If m’sick—”

“There are others that can step up so you can take care of yourself, Daryl.” You watched him nod but he still looked ashamed, guilty. “We’re not in Alexandria anymore.” You reminded him, hooking your finger under his chin with the hand that wasn’t squeezing his own. Guiding him to find your gaze, you offered him a smile. “There are more people here. Things run more smoothly. You’re the best they’ve got and they know that. They appreciate it. But if you need downtime, they’ve got your back.” You lifted his hand to press a kiss to his wrist. “I’ve got your back. You just have to let to me. Okay?”

He was quiet for a moment or two, and you thought he might argue. Miraculously, he nodded.

“Yeah, okay.”

“No more hiding shit? Especially shit that could end with you on the opposite side of aliveness?”

“Sure.”

“Daryl.” You shot him a warning glance, accompanied by a small smile.

“I’ll work on it.”

You seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding. “I’ll take that. Now scoot.”

“Wha—hey!” He moved over slowly as you climbed onto the bed with him and curled up into his side. “M’sick, dumbass! You’re gonna get it too!” He tilted his head with an expression of exasperation when your shoulders shook with laughter. “I miss somethin’?”

“I started throwing up half an hour ago. Tomi went to get more fluids and junk.”

“You’re jokin’.”

“Even here, we get to be roomies!”

“Wish I’d stayed in the alley.” He teased hoarsely, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer while you continued to giggle. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and yawned.

He’d sleep better with you there anyway.

#murda writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #the walking dead #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x gn!reader #sick!daryl dixon #Spotify

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asgardianhobbit98 · 3 months

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Thank you for the tag hon, @nowandthane!! <3

Were you named after anyone? my birth name, yeah! I was named after my grandmother who passed away at a very young age.

When was the last time you cried? at therapy 2 weeks ago.

Do you have kids? nope

Do you use sarcasm? yeah

What's the first thing you notice about people? if they're nervous or not

What's your eye color? uh - brown? ish? with some green?? I don't know O.O

Scary Movies or Happy Endings? Scary Movies if I have anxiety, happy endings if I want to feel good

Any special talents? ..... OH I play the Violin? is that special idk

Where were you born? Netherlands.

What are your hobbies? gamesss, junk journaling, colouring, writing, music, movies

Have any pets? I have two void cats called Memory and Precious :3

What sports do/have you played? My dad thought I'd be less of a disappointment if I could play sports so he made me do competitive swimming, badminton, figure skating.... Now adays, as an adult, I stick to Yoga

How tall are you? 173 cm

Favorite subject at school? ugh...

Dream Job? it varies, but lately I either wanna be an archivist, or an interior designer.

...

now, I am not tagging 15 people XD but lemme do some no pressure tags bc these are always fun to get to know each other a bit more!

@grim-starling @queentheirins @fizzyxcustard @missiemoosie @aidanthecryptid @twigg96 @eemoo1o @everythingtoonypart2 @evenstaredits @emmyspov @lathalea @middleearthpixie and whoever sees this and thinks it'd be fun to do!

#tag game #thanks for the tag hon!

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forgiveness-in-the-misery · 1 year

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A new tag game: you can tag five people or as many or as little or as many as you like and add your top five shows of any genre.

I will tag: @nsfwitchy @twigg96 @inpraiseofbacchus @hurtslikeyourmouth @gr1d

Top 5 favorite shows:

1. Metalocalypse

2. What We Do in the Shadows

3. Workaholics

4. It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia

5. Buffy the Vampire Slayer

#metalocalypse #its always sunny in philadelphia #workaholics #buffy the vampire slayer #what we do in the shadows

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ir0n-moon · 1 month

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Tagged by @twigg96 & @gogomeaty— thank you always!

Top 7 comfort films

(No need to add the reason why you like them if you don't want to; i just like being insufferable)

1. The Little Prince (2015)

Gorgeous visuals, Hans Zimmer soundtrack, and makes me feel good about who i am and what i want my life to be like

2. The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996)

Once again gorgeous visuals and a killer soundtrack plus great themes about sticking it to The Man

3. Imaginaerum (2012)

An entire movie based on my favorite album from my favorite band with an introspective exploration of art and imagination? Yes, please! (i WILL cry but it still comforts me)

4. Labyrinth (1986)

I kin Sarah lowkey... the whole movie makes me feel like i belong. Plus the music is amazing too

5. Kubo and the Two Strings (2016)

Gorgeous gorgeus film with a message about the importance of stories that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside

6. Metalocalypse: Army of the Doomstar (2023)

I swear it has an underlying message about creativity, it's right there you can't miss it!

7. Matilda (1996)

I like any story that's about sticking it to The Man, bonus points when it's children doing The Sticking and adults being The Man. This applies to The Little Prince too

Also now realizing that 5 out of these 7 films have soundtracks which are themselves also very near and dear to me. Man i love music

Tagging: @black-klok-youth-pastor, @gointothevvater, @the-gall0ws, @sparklecinnamonbunny and everyone else who wants to do this! If i tagged your sideblog feel free to post yours on your main, or vice versa!

#also gogo i don't think it's wrong if you mostly like animated films #a lot of people only like live-action ones and somehow that's not a problem? animation isn't a lesser medium! :>#herrera.txt #tag/reblog/etc thingy #tag game

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deansapplepie · 6 months

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Tagged by @murdadixon 🩷

Last song | listened to: When I was your man - Bruno Mars

Favourite colour: Green, I guess…

Currently watching: Re-watching TWD, Van Helsing

Last movie: The Last City

Currently reading: Fanfiction 🤷🏼‍♀️

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet? Idk

Current obsessions: TWD, Daryl Dixon (I breath, eat, drink and sleep this man)

Currently working on: Till THE DEAD do us part series (Daryl Dixon x Grimes! Reader), an untitled cowboy au ( Daryl Dixon x Reader) and maybe a continuation of my angsty one-shot I don’t believe in colors,,,

I’ll tag 🩷 (don’t need to post if you doesn’t feel like it): @sunnybunnyy2 @twigg96 @daryl-dixon-daydreams

#i’d like to tag many people that I admire here #but i’m shy #also thanks murda for tagging me <3

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gointothevvater · 2 years

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Tagged by @dolly-macabre and @twigg96 ! Thanks, loves! 💖

Rules: Put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people. No skipping!

1. Rock Show (Halestorm)

2. This Is Mongol (The HU)

3. Giftig (Rammstein)

4. Champion (Fall Out Boy)

5. Darkness At The Heart Of My Love (Ghost)

6. Go Into The Water (Dethklok)

7. Dream Girl Evil (Florence + The Machine)

8. Man of Constant Sorrow (Charm City Devils)

9. Lempo (Korpiklaani)

10. Throne (Saint Mesa)

Ten is so many people, but I tag @basthr0hmnse , @garnetcicada , @vicekings , @fishklok , @chordsykat , @kawaiibaphomet , @needsmorezass , @qyuryyus , @normanblowup and @wartooths-x

#asks #no pressure if you guys don't wanna do this!

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possibly-in-wonderland · 1 year

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I posted 935 times in 2022

That's 935 more posts than 2021!

450 posts created (48%)

485 posts reblogged (52%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gointothevvater

@possibly-in-wonderland

@twigg96

@neil-gaiman

@thatwritingho

I tagged 860 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 417 posts

#original post - 335 posts

#metalocalypse - 22 posts

#lmao - 22 posts

#oof - 18 posts

#its such a wonderful life - 16 posts

#original reblog - 16 posts

#stranger things - 13 posts

#pickles the drummer - 10 posts

#metallica - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#this is like that episode of courage the cowardly dog where muriel gets turned into a child and she wants more cheese on her mac n cheese

My Top Posts in 2022:

*dantdm mod video intro plays*

top o' the mornin' to ya bros, my name is markiplier and welcome to my lovely world

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me, wanting to cuddle and have a roommate in the future bc i don't like being alone:

my aroace ass who wants a house all to their self bc of growing up in a small single-wide trailer with eight people: ew no, wtf?

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Humans Are Space Orcs: Venom in Humans

alright, since my most famous post is about humans and tunnel vision i bring to you: humans and their poisonous bite.

if you get bit by another human it WILL get infected. its common knowledge and due to the number of bacteria in your mouth. in fact, scientists believe that humans are developing a VENOMOUS BITE (which is basically gender euphoria to me).

with that being said, imagine a human bite being absolutely lethal to aliens.

aliens whispering about their human crewmate, knowing just how deadly they truly are and being starstruck that the human crewmate hasn't gotten aggressive with anyone and bitten someone.

alternatively: a group of aliens adopting a human as a ship pet, treating it like a exotic and relatively dangerous pet. someone breaks into the ship, trying to kill the crew. but they didn't take into account the ship has an extremely dangerous pet. only to get bit on the shoulder and soon die within the next 30 minutes.

imagine the crew not even knowing the human has a lethal bite.

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Humans Are Space Orcs: Tunnel Vision, Anger, Seeing Red, Loyalty

I was on Pinterest...bc that's something I do...when it occured to me. Humans are dangerous but loyal (said in almost every post especially the post comparing humans to pitbulls)

Imagine an alien crews reaction to their human witnessing another alien crewmate die by the hands of some other alien at a space dock or planet they landed on. The human is hunched over the body silently crying and anger is boiling.

They carefully place the crewmate's head down that was previously resting in their lap, they stand up, crack their neck, and turn towards the other crewmates.

And what they see terrifies them.

Non of them had ever seen an angry human. Especially one with a face that red.

The human pushes past them and up to the alien that killed their crewmate and goes apeshit.

There's screaming.

There's blood.

There's broken bones.

The alien that killed their crewmate is long dead but the human is still beating the shit out of them and the aliens know that enough is enough but should they step in?

Eventually, the human tires and shakily stands up before hauling themselves back over to the body of the crewmate and picking them up bridal style so they can be properly buried (in whatever way was sacred to them).

The crew watches the human board the ship holding the corpse and silently they follow.

Later when asked if okay, the human responds, "I saw red." They explain what that (and tunnel vision) is.

The aliens are absolutely terrified but understand why the human did what they did and understand they would have done it for any of them.

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My #1 post of 2022

this blog is pro johnny depp

this blog is anti amber heard

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #completely forgot about this #original post

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morbid-pigeon · 11 months

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I was tagged by @twigg96 to tell people my top 5 shows, so here they are!

1. Jojo’s Bizarre Adventures

2. Metalocalypse

3. Morel Orel

4.Check it out! With Dr. Steve Brule

5. Total Drama

These are all pretty random but I’m too depressed to watch too many shows 🫣💀

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breelandwalker · 2 years

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Hi (twitchty96 is my side blog 😅)! I wanted to thank you so much for your advise and wisdom. As well as ask you ask you a question. You can choose not to answer that’s ok :3. I was wondering about how different energies affect charms and spells? Do I need to stay in a positive head space in order to get positive effects from a charm or spell? Or do I just need to trust myself? I see so many different ways to try things and being a first generation baby witch it’s so easy to feel swept away in it all.

Sorry for the long question I just feel like I need a little help. 🥺

Good question!

A lot of witches do believe that holding oneself in a particular mindset can affect the outcome of a spell. I've only ever found that to be true in the case of a distracted or unsteady mindset, as in getting interrupted during a casting or having too many distractions in the area or just not being into to settle myself down enough to focus on what I'm doing. When that happens, I usually clear the area of distractions and start over, or I just scrap the spell and try again some other time.

I think too much emphasis is placed on "remaining in a positive headspace" the majority of the time. For one thing, it's impossible. Even equilibrium is difficult to maintain. Emotion and mental state don't work like that. Everybody has ups and downs, it's perfectly natural.

There are fragments of this Law-of-Attraction nonsense drifting around the witchcraft community which insist that we attract what we think about, that our thoughts influence our surroundings and attract matching energy in people and circumstances, whether we want them to or not. (If you ask me, it sounds a lot like leftover post-Catholic "wages of sin" guilt tripping.) The most innocuous form of this is the Good Vibes Only meme - another impossibility. But I digress.

In my experience, it's not necessary to maintain a "positive" headspace in order to cast spells, if by "positive" one means "happy and upbeat and optimistic." What I do find helpful is conviction. A simple matter-of-fact resolution that you can Do The Thing, that you are going to Do The Thing, and whether it works or not, it will be a learning experience.

So yes, definitely believe in yourself. Try to get all your second-guessing out of the way before you begin casting your spell so that you can be present in the moment and properly focused on what you're doing, rather than nagging doubts. And it's fine to second-guess things after you're done, as well. Plenty of us do it, especially when spells take a while to manifest or don't end up working the way we'd hoped. The important thing is to learn and grow, whatever the outcome, and no matter what, to believe that there is magic within you and therefore, boundless possibilities.

Hope this helps!

#twigg96 #twitchty96 #witchcraft #witchblr #Advice for Beginner Witches #baby witch #Bree answers your inquiries

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