#witchy tings

[my-petty-life]

★·.·´✪`·.·★ 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ★·.·´✪`·.·★

☽⚫☾

#witchy tings #witch community #witchy aesthetic #banish #spellwork #spell #spells #witchcore #good morning #aesthetic #witch #witchythings #witchyvibes #witchcraft #witches #witch aesthetic #witches of tumblr #paganism #Magic #magick #banishing #banishing spell

[skati-fjolnirsbur]

💝😍🥰🫶🏼🫰🏼💋💆🏻‍♀️👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽🧑🏻‍❤️‍💋‍🧑🏿🐕🐈‍⬛🦦🌹💐🌸🌈🍨🥧☕️🏹🧘🏽🌅🌌🕯️🧿💌🤎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🖤💟♾️👁‍🗨♥️

emoji spell to welcome love in all its forms; feeling appreciated, valued, seen, heard, considered, nurtured, cared for. feeling surrounded by this energy and held safely and tenderly by it.

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#witchy tings #emoji spell #emoji spells #love spell #love spells #love in all forms

[ashshanea101]

Introvert Problems

photocredit: @Tarot_withAsh on Instagram

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#introvert #emo vibes #witchy tings #goth girl #y2k style #baby witch #witch fashion #red leather #red and black #emo girl #introvert problems #eclectic witch #obeah #rootworker #crop top #grungy girls #black witch #melanin poppin #90s aesthetic #spirituality #natural body #slim girl #island girl #jamaican #goddess #financialdominatrix

[manifestationmaven]

manifesting is SOOOO easy , esp once i realized i've been using loassumption all along!

it started shortly after my NDE when i began communicating w my guardian angel & w their guidance, decided to take my craft srsly & started practicing chaos magick regularly

for those of you unfamiliar w choas magick, it deals heavily w symbols, spec sigils, & reprogramming your subconscious mind to be the master of your reality. no dogma exists but your own & dogma exists simply due to your limited perception (self concept, yeah?)

sigils are cast during what we call gnosis , achieving an altered state of mind (like using SATS and the void). there are different methods, both excitatory & inhibitory, such as trance, meditation, sleep deprivation, orgasm, breathwork, etc. you 'fire' the sigil during peak ecstasy & then the most important part - you FORGET about it

(this is why i record my rituals in my magical journal BEFORE performing them - so my thoughts do not affect my 3D. I ASSUME IT IS MINE. I LIVE IN THE END)

BUT i started to notice my quickest manifestations occurred when i employed indifferent vacuity i.e. creating sigils while mindlessly doodling & being completely unattached to the outcome AND the process of manifesting !!!

(i manifested a job only HOURS after casting a sigil this way)

this is WHY i love loassumption♡ i've been able to take complex rituals & simplify the process of attaining my desires by using the power of my mind & assuming the role of god of my reality ♡

yes, i still practice chaos/sigil magick from time to time & i honestly think it's a great way to work on your self concept, the more successes you experience w your spells the easier it is to realize you create your current reality & therefore what's stopping you from creating your desired reality ????

/ rant over

#manifesation #loa #law of assumption #self concept #affirmation #loassumption #manifesting #live in the end #witchblr #witchy tings #chaos magick #sigils #neville goddard

[hotgirlmuseboardxo]

giving myself an hour to finish this story then we're getting so high and reading tarot cards honey <3

#i might stream on twitch if anyone wants to do sober sexy witchy woman tings wit me xoxo

[go-askalice]

Lymantria Khan // Alana Triton

Ting-Ting Qin // Jane Darling

Holley Shiftwell // Vanessa Doofenshmirtz

Alice Liddell-Kingsleigh // Pepa Madrigal

this picrew

#anya's characters and #ting looking the least witchy lmaooo

[keeksandgigz]

Keeks I’ve been thinking about Eddie and witchy reader and…

You know how sometimes Eddie makes jokes and makes fun of all her witchy stuff? Well…what if someone else did that?

As much as he doesn’t believe in it I can see him going full Protective Boyfriend Mode™️ on the motherfucker who had the audacity to make fun of his witchy. 🫠

gia i’m at work i’ve been pondering on this since u sent it😀

Look, I’m all for protective bf Eddie, but she’s a real witch, I doubt she needs Eddie to come save her, but it’s hot so fuck it :)

Sometimes you'd go to the record store Eddie works at for fun and you'd just be toying with a tarot deck you had in your bag, sitting in the back and hanging out whilst you wait for him to get off his shift.

His coworkers think that you being there is a little weird, they think you're a little weird overall and aren't sure why Eddie is even dating you.

"The witchy bitches are fucking toxic" one of them says outside the break room "He's gonna get his ass hexed or whatever if he doesn't do what she says" he chortles in the hallway, unbeknownst to him, Eddie is in the locker room getting his stuff.

"She's so fucking weird, dude. I literally saw her put fucking rocks in the store, like who does that?" the other one laughs. And at this point Eddie's blood is boiling. Nobody talks about his girl like that.

So he calmly exits the locker room and into the hallway, and his coworkers seem to tinge a bit pale, while he fixes his leather jacket and passes in between them.

He puts both his arms around the guys, almost in a huddle.

"Is my girlfriend bothering you dickheads?" he whispers. He doesn't want you to get involved. The two guys blubber some no's and of course not's. Shaking their heads.

"Perfect, then why did I hear your fucking mouths even utter about her? Why did I hear you call my girlfriend weird? Hm? Care to answer?"

The guys are trembling like leaves.

"Didn't think so. You jealous fucks wish you could get a girl like her." his hands crawl to the back of their necks, tightening a bit.

"Now, you dicks are gonna go out there, instead of being a couple of lazy fucks and from now on, if i hear you even think about my girl, I'll make sure to take care of it, 'kay?" he says, tight lipped smile on his face as he lets the two boys go as they utter their sorry, Eddie and their Jesus Christ's.

Just then, you get out of the break room. He turns and smiles, you just look so pretty.

"Ready to go, witchy?" he asks, extending his hand. You hum in approval.

"Sorry, was finishing a reading" you snicker.

The two boys ended up calling out the morning after due to a mysterious attack of food poisoning.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fan fiction #gia 🍓 #moots🫶🏻 #keeksgetsasks! #keekswrites

[atinylittlepain]

Apothecary Chapter Eight

joel miller x witchy!reader

series masterlist

Samhain is here, and for the first time in a while, she has people to share it with.

word count: 5.2K

warnings | 18+ smut, angst, discussions of grief, spooky-ooky action

a/n | it's here! hands down this has been my favorite chapter to write so far. i would love to hear what you think as always, my inbox is open <3

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Summer has been laid to rest under the whispered chill of fall. The mountains are burned up all orange and yellow, leaves fit to fall in the soon-to-come snap of frost. But for now, as October comes to an end, the days are still tinged with warmth while the nights shiver in the suggestion of the oncoming winter, and Halloween is just around the corner. 

Joel had thought it silly, if not downright stupid, when he and Ellie first came to Jackson, all the holidays upheld and celebrated in town. But this year, as the annual fall dance comes closer, he’s hard pressed to be bothered by it with his woman flitting around him, obvious in her excited anticipation.

“Oh, Joel, before you go I have something to give you.” 

“This– this is a rusty nail.” She just smiles, curling her fingers under his palm to close his hand over the, quite literally, rusty nail she just gave him.

“Just, humor me, alright? It’s a tradition, for protection. I gave one to Ellie too. Just keep it in your pocket for the next few days.” By now, he’s realized that sometimes it’s easier to just go along with what she tells him, no questions asked, so he nods, pocketing the nail with a smile that he hopes looks grateful. He can also tell that she’s nervous, and he’d bet that it’s because he’s started picking up patrol shifts again, leaving early this morning to meet Tommy at the gate. So if him having an old nail in his pocket is going to make her feel even a little better, he’s happy to oblige her request. 

“Thank you, darlin. I’ll see you tonight, ok?” One kiss, a second, and a third, before he finally tears himself away from her, slipping out the front door and into the cool morning air. 

“Morning, trouble.”

Mrrp

Stevie is quick to fall into stride alongside him, something he’s still getting used to on the mornings he has patrol, her watchful eyes seeing him out of the gate.

“I see you’ve still got a second shadow following you.” Tommy grins at him as he approaches, eyes glancing down to Stevie who lets out another meow, sitting down rather primly and looking between the two brothers. 

“She ain’t–”

“Coming, yeah, you say that everytime, Joel. I’m pretty sure I could figure out that a cat ain’t coming on patrol by myself though.”

Mrrrrp

Tommy gives the cat in question a disbelieving look, eyebrows raised as he looks back up at Joel who can’t help the smug grin tugging at his lips. Tommy lets out a huff, shaking his head.

“Y’all are so fucking weird. Let’s go before the cat starts talking, goddamn.”

…

For the first time in a while, things feel simple, maybe even good. She’s hesitant to let her mind settle on good for fear of jinxing it all, but at the very least, things are really, really not bad. And it certainly doesn’t hurt that Samhain is only a few days away. 

It’s the busiest time of year for her, in more ways than one. With the impending chill, more and more people around town are coming down with head colds and whatever else they might pick up in close quarters, a neverending rotation of sniffles and coughs that she’s been tending to while also trying to get ready for the sabbat. While she’s always kept the traditions alive for herself, this year is different, this year she gets to share it with people for the first time in ages, and she might be going just a bit overboard because of it. 

Truly, she’s been pulling out all the stops this week. Rosemary and wild rose wreaths for protection through the transition from light to dark, soul cakes for breakfast studded with dried fruit just like her mom would make, and a fresh batch of candles ready to light her altar through the three nights of the pagan new year. 

While Joel seems content to let her whirl around him in preparation, Ellie has enthusiastically taken part, listening intently to her explanations of all the rituals and traditions and helping out in the kitchen and in the shop when she can. She can’t help but be reminded of herself as a kid, her mom sharing with her all these things she now gets to share with Ellie.

“So, no bonfire?”

“Sorry, kid, not in this world. It’s just not safe anymore. But we can get the fireplace going and that’ll work just as well.” Though there’s still a slight disappointed slump to her shoulders, Ellie nods, her fingers continuing deft work on another wreath, perched on a stool at the butcher block in the back of the shop.

“You’re getting better at that than me, Ellie. Could I take that one to Maura? I was gonna check in on her this afternoon and I’d like to bring her something.” 

“Yeah, for sure. Is she, like, doing ok?” Her own hands still where she had been pruning back some errant leaves, turning to fully look at Ellie with a sigh.

“I think so, yeah. I know Matthew hasn’t given her any more trouble, probably too embarrassed to try. And I think she’s settling in well to her new place.”

“What about Mason?” She swallows the thick heat in her throat at Ellie’s question, schooling her face in something she hopes looks like indifference. 

“What about him?” 

“I don’t know. For a guy who seems to enjoy causing a lot of fucking problems it’s kinda weird how quiet he is all of a sudden.” She knows the truth that Ellie’s words hold all too well, and had been thinking about this herself for a while now. She hadn’t seen or heard from Mason since what happened at the town hall, and to her knowledge, no one else had either, keeping to himself and his shifts. And while she’d like to just forget about him, his bitter words and blatant violence toward her are hard to shake from her mind.

“Let’s just take a win where we can get one, huh, kid? I don’t– don’t even wanna think about that man so long as I don’t have to.” Ellie seems to accept her reply with a slightly distracted hum, holding up the wreath she just finished with a satisfied smirk.

“Fuck yeah. Am I good, or am I good? I mean, c’mon.” It might be silly, but she feels pride unfurling in her chest watching Ellie. No one else has ever been so interested in what she does, and it feels like a relief she didn’t know she was craving to get to share this all with her.

“Pretty damn good, kid. Thanks for helping me out.”

…

He gets back to town spooked, just a little. It isn’t like anything absolutely dire had happened, though it could have turned rotten real quick. He and Tommy had split off early in the day to circle the dam and meet back up somewhere in the middle. It had been a quiet morning, the woods wrapped in a faint mist, leaves falling like rain, when he heard a low, warbling groan from deeper in the trees. It was obvious to him that it wasn’t an infected, the sound had been so different from anything he’d heard before, and he couldn’t help but dismount and inch into the underbrush, trying to catch sight of what had made a noise like that. 

A grizzly, that’s what had made the sound, brown fur matted over a hulking body that rose all of eight feet in the air when it stood up on its haunches and snarled at Joel. He was stunned still where he stood by the sight, gun uselessly cocked against an animal that could have killed him in one powerful swipe. And for a moment, it had seemed like that’s exactly what was about to happen, the bear letting out a rumbling roar, jowls warbling with the sound. But then, and it’s going to sound strange, the animal had paused, and had tilted its head at Joel like it was considering him, before slumping back down onto all fours, letting out a snuff that sounded like a conclusion, and trundling right past him further into the thickening forest. 

The whole ride back to town, he can’t help but thumb the corroded nail sitting in his jacket pocket, a jilted energy running circuits in his veins. But the hitch in his chest is smoothed out when he does get home, opening the front door to warmth and the smell of food, something savory mingling with the scent of apples cooking. And the sight of her, comfortably moving around the kitchen, something in the oven and a large pot bubbling on the stove, has his heart kicking up in an entirely different way. 

“I can feel you staring, Miller.” She glances at him over her shoulder, a crooked smile as she gives the pot a few stirs before turning and padding over to him where he’s leaning against the doorframe, her palm sliding from his chest to curl behind his neck as she leans in for a kiss. He reckons that this won’t ever get old for him, the apparent ease they move with together, how he can reach out and she’ll reach right back. She gives him a quirked look when she pulls away, brows furrowed.

“You alright?” She can clock him like no other. Sometimes it seems like she knows what he’s feeling before he even does, and if she hadn’t insisted that she most definitely can’t read minds, he would have guessed that she could.

“Mmhmm, just tired. Glad to be home.” Though her brows stay just slightly pinched, she seems to accept his excuse, a quick rub of her palm over her chest before she pulls away to check on whatever she has cooking. 

“Is Ellie around?” 

“At movie night with Dina. They’re playing Hocus Pocus from what I heard.” 

“Got enough of that at home, don’t we?” She scoffs, elbowing him lightly where he’s sidled up behind her. 

“Rude, and to think I was making you dinner.” She cranes her neck to look at him over her shoulder, hands finding his on her waist and tangling their fingers together as she scrunches her nose at him. He opens his mouth to say something smart back to her, but his eyes catch on the spoon stirring itself in the pot, drawing her attention back to the stove as well.

“Oops, got a little distracted.” Yeah, he still hasn’t gotten used to her getting distracted.

Dinner is warm and rich and near coma-inducing, both of them sitting back with contented sighs at the dining table, the sun long set, windows going purple and hazy in the glow of the kitchen lights. 

“Was Ellie supposed to be home for dinner?” Her brow furrows at his question, head tilted in confusion.

“No, I told you she’s at movie night. Why do you ask?” 

“You set an extra place, I just assumed–”

“Oh, no, that’s not– it’s another tradition. You set a place for the people you love who have passed on. Most folks just do it for the three days starting on Halloween. But we always started leaving a plate out a day early, don’t ask me why, it was just the way my mom did it.” It’s clear to him that she’s being careful about what she says, and how she says it. She’s been careful about explaining the holiday, and he can understand why. She had told him that this time of year is marked most by communion with and remembrance of the dead, a subject they’ve been skirting around ever since that night when she tried to talk to him about Sarah, and he bolted like a spooked horse. 

“Is that who you set the place for now? Your mom?” Her smile tempers, eyes rounding with a familiar sadness as she nods.

“Yeah, other family too. And I have to admit, I know it’s not my place, but I’ve been thinking about– about Sarah as well.” It’s a leap for her to make, he knows it, and he’s willing to make it with her, reaching his hand across the table to rest over the top of hers, puzzle pieces fitting together in a shared silence. 

“Thank you for thinking of her, darlin.” Another nod and a small smile. 

“Could I– can I share something with you? And maybe you could help me with it?” 

…

“So that’s what all this is for?” 

“What’d you think it was for?” 

“Honestly, I stopped asking questions about things like this a while ago. Just assumed whatever this was, you had some sort of plan for it.” She has to let out a huff of a laugh at his clearly truthful answer, shaking her head before focusing back on the items spread over the desktop of her bureau.

“Well, I do have a plan, and it’s called an altar. It’s a space made to honor the departed, and to keep them a little closer to us.” She’s already laid out candles, dried leaves, and small wreaths of herbs on the desk, now pulling open one of the bureau’s drawers to get out a worn, weathered photo, tenderly unfolding it. Holding it out so Joel can see, a small sound of recognition rumbles in his chest.

“Is that you?” His finger just hovers over the face of the girl in the photo.

“Mmhmm, and that’s my mom, and my grandmother. I must have been twelve, maybe thirteen, when this was taken.” When she glances at him, something like wonder is laced in his expression, lips parted in a slight smile as he continues to study the picture. Clearing her throat, and her mind, she tucks the photo in amongst the altar before looking at him again.

“It’s nice to include pieces of them, if you have any. I was wondering, um– I mean I don’t know if you’d even want to– but if you have anything of Sarah’s, I was wondering if you’d like to add a piece of her to it?” The words feel thick and clunky coming out, regret an almost instant aftertaste at the way his face falls. But then he surprises her, clearing his throat and nodding before silently unfastening his watch and placing it on the altar, a tap of his fingers to the face of it before he takes a step back. 

“And it’s just for the next three days, right?” Worry is pinching his brow, eyes swimming, and she doesn’t resist the urge to reach for him, a hand on his cheek and one right over his heart.

“That’s right. It just lets them know that we’re thinking about them a little more than usual, that’s all. And then we go back to carrying them with us however we can.” He gives her a short nod, tears like silver in his eyes as he rests his hand over hers on his chest, his other palm coming to cup her cheek.

“She would’ve liked you, y’know.” It’s so unexpected, her breath catches in her throat at his words. 

“You think so?” 

“I think you two would’ve got on like a house on fire. Probably would’ve ganged up on me too, though you and Ellie already do that I suppose.” The warbly sound of her own laugh makes her realize that she’s started crying too, the soft sweep of his thumb brushing away a few stray tears.

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you, but my mom would’ve hated you.” The spluttering laugh he lets out sends her into a huffed spiral of her own, quiet grins between the two of them.

“Would’ve hated me, huh?”

“Mmhmm, nothing personal though. She just believed that women should never get tied down to a man for long.” He hums at that, both of them holding back another laugh through their tears.

“And what do you believe, darlin?” 

“I believe that you are the one exception to that rule, Joel Miller.” 

…

Seeing as the last town dance he went to ended with him busting his knuckles open on a man’s face, Joel isn’t exactly raring to go to this one. But hers and Ellie’s shared excitement is more than making up for his own disinterest. 

“Look, old man, Stevie and I match.” Ellie jumps off the last two steps of the porch, Stevie letting out a distressed mewl from her place in her arms at the sudden movement. 

“Yeah, the resemblance is uncanny.” Ellie’s got on black jeans, a black sweater, and a black headband with two triangular scraps of fabric attached to look like cat ears, cradling Stevie in her arms as the finishing touch to her makeshift costume. 

“What’re you supposed to be? A lumberjack with anger issues?” He huffs at her rather sharp question, glancing down at his flannel, the same flannel he wears at least twice a week these days.

“Sure, let’s go with that, kid.” 

“You two ready?” Her voice pulls his attention away from Ellie’s smug grin, and when he catches sight of her, his mind goes so hazy he can’t be bothered to pick his jaw up off the ground.

“That hat is fucking wicked.” He doesn’t even have half a mind to scold Ellie for her language, too busy taking in the sight of his woman. She’s wearing the same mismatched sneakers she’s always got on, her bare shins peeking out beneath the hem of her black dress. A very nicely-fitting black dress at that, long-sleeved, with a deep neckline he can’t seem to take his eyes away from. It’s too good, the hat sitting atop her head, the pointed top and the wide brim an almost cartoonish calling-card, and the grin on her face as she stands before him tells him that she knows it too. 

“Well?” She holds out her arms, a little flare in her wrists as she looks at him, and all he can do is let out a disbelieving laugh. 

“Where the hell did you get a hat like that?” She pinches the brim between her fingers, giving him a wink.

“Found it in the attic of my old house when I first moved in. Been saving it for a special occasion. You like?” He pulls her in for a kiss, all crooked from their mirrored grins.

“Ugh, c’mon, Stevie. Let’s go before they inflict any more damage to our eyeballs.” She pulls away with a laugh at Ellie’s very vocal dismay, taking Joel’s hand in hers with a light squeeze. 

“Sorry, kid. No more eyeball damage, I promise. Let’s get a move on.” 

Once again, the dining hall has been fitted out for the dance, tables pushed aside to clear the floor and a ragtag band putting out half-decent music. But this time is different too. This time, he’s got an easy arm wrapped around his woman’s waist, holding onto her in a crowd that no longer stares and whispers, but welcomes with easy smiles and talk. Everyone is in some sort of attempted costume, and he catches sight of Tommy making his way toward them through the crowd, an old cowboy hat on his head and a bandana tied around his neck.

“What’re you supposed to be, brother? A slightly less pissed off version of yourself?” While he grunts at his brother’s teasing, she laughs easily, happy to pick up the social slack where Joel refuses to engage.

“Happy Halloween, Tommy. I saw Maria and your boy out front. I can’t believe how big he’s gotten, gonna be quite the little heartbreaker in a few years.” The clear pride in Tommy’s smile sets warmth spreading in Joel’s chest. It’s been a surprising bright spot for him, watching his brother step into fatherhood. Not that he’d ever tell Tommy, but it’s a good look on him.

“He’s something else, ain’t he? Not gonna be able to keep up with him at the rate he’s growing. But anyways, just wanted to come say howdy. Y’all enjoy yourselves, alright?” With a brisk clap to Joel’s shoulder, Tommy is moving back through the crowd, lobbing easy greetings to folks left and right. 

“Alright, my angry lumberjack, are you gonna ask me to dance or what?” 

“You heard that, huh? Don’t even know how the kid knows what a lumberjack is.” Her smile is easy, humor crinkling her eyes as she looks at him.

“Mmhmm, but for the record, you make a very cute, angry lumberjack.” What he does next surprises even him, taking her hand and leading her into the throng of swaying couples on the dance floor with a confidence he hasn’t felt in decades. The band is playing a slower song, light threadings of a guitar and the old piano, a sweet suggestion to pull her close, one arm hooked around her waist, his other tucked between their chests where their hands are tangled together. Judging by the widening of her eyes, lips parted in a crooked smile, she hadn’t been expecting that at all.

“You’ve been holding out on me if you’ve been able to dance this nicely this whole time, Miller.” He can feel himself going a bit sheepish under her praise, eyes turned down as he leads them in a simple string of steps. 

“Haven’t danced in a long time, darlin.” They fall into an easy silence, the music and din of the hall lulling them into the movement. Though everything comes crashing to a jilted stop, music fizzling out under the sudden scuffle in the crowd. It’s instinct, the way his arm tightens around her, keeping her close as he cranes his neck to see where the raised voices are coming from, his stomach dropping when he lays eyes on who it is.

He can’t hear what’s being said, but judging by the steely look on Tommy’s face and the hazy sneer on Mason’s, it’s nothing friendly. And through the crowd, Mason’s bloodshot eyes land on him first, before sliding over to her, a grin smearing across his face that Joel would like nothing more than to smack clean off him. But Tommy is quick to take Mason out of the hall with a harsh grip on his shoulder, gone as soon as he appeared, though the damage has already been done judging by the slack frown on her face.

“Joel, can we go, please?” His chest tightens at the way her voice has flattened, the quiet question slipped from her downturned mouth, eyes stuck where Mason had been standing. 

“Yeah, darlin, we’ll go home. Lemme find Ellie and let her know, alright?” 

He keeps her hand in his the whole walk home, not letting go until they’re in their bedroom and she’s sitting down on the edge of the bed, a deep furrow between her brows.

“God, I feel so stupid for letting that affect me like I did. I’m sorry, Joel. We were having a good time and I– I ruined it.” He sits down as close to her as he can, tucking her under his arm and dropping a kiss to the top of her head, her hat discarded on the floor.

“Didn’t ruin a thing, darlin. I’m just sorry that pathetic bastard came around at all.” He can tell that she’s working through it in her mind, somewhere between the past and the present, lips slightly pursed and eyes focused on her hands in her lap, but she doesn’t get stuck on it, a long exhale bringing her back to him, tilting her head to look at him with a suggestion of a smile. She doesn’t say anything, slipping out of his hold like liquid and padding quietly over to her bureau where the altar is set up. It’s grace embodied, the way she leans over one of the unlit candles, pursing her lips and exhaling like you would to extinguish a flame, though instead the wick smokes and crackles into a bright blaze. 

“Well now you’re just showing off.” A shrug and a laugh from her as she lights the other candles with the one she just lit, the altar being cast in a warm and pulsing glow. 

…

Maybe she had been showing off, just a little, drinking in the way his eyes widen and don’t pull away from her for even a second as she turns back to him and extends her hand.

“Would you mind finishing that dance with me?” The light in the bedroom is dim, just a lamp and the candles casting a haze of warmth across the room, but she can still see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stands up and slides his hand into hers.

There’s no music, but they don’t need it, finding an easy sway in their close tangle. She rests her cheek at his shoulder, nose brushing along the juncture of his neck, breathing him in, feeling his hands splayed across her back, the insistent pump of his heart, stronger than anything she’s ever heard before. 

“Think you mentioned something a while ago about dancing naked.” She can hear the smug crook of his smile in his words, making her laugh as she pulls back to look at him.

“Hmm, yeah, I just said that to seduce you.” He chuckles at the smarmy waggle of her eyebrows, pulling her tighter against him.

“Didn’t have to do that, darlin. Reckon I was gone for you from day one.” The kiss they slip into is more like a shared sigh, swallowing each other’s relief, muscles slackening under wandering hands. They move with patience, like time has stopped with the slow trails of fingers, the languid press of lips. A shiver runs through her when he tugs the zipper of her dress down, sliding the fabric down her arms, letting it pool around her still socked feet. She wants skin against skin, stepping closer to him as she slips her fingers through the buttons of his shirt, tugging it off his shoulders as soon as she can, leaving his torso warm and bare for her to press against, mouths open and receiving whatever the other is willing to give.

And all of a sudden that tender patience snaps into a snarling desperation, Joel’s hands a searing grip on her hips, keeping her close as he ducks his head down to mouth at the tops of her breasts, only giving her enough space to slip out of her bra before he’s dipping back down and taking one of her nipples into the heat of his mouth, teeth a dizzying graze. They’ve had slow and sweet, and this isn’t that, her back pressing up against one of the bedroom walls as he cages her in, warm and trembling breaths fanning over her skin as she tugs open his belt and rucks his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his flushed cock, resting heavy and heated against her thigh. 

When they first came together, it had been all questions, all Can I? Like this? Is that good? Are you? But they no longer need words now, communicating in the hungry sweep of palms and the flicker of darkened eyes. He hitches her knee against his hip, opening her up to him, his cock an aching drag through her cunt before he presses into her, pleasure tinged with the throbbing stretch of him. 

Her back slides up the wall with each thrust of his hips, his hand cradling the back of her head to keep her from thumping her skull. It’s all harsh breaths and broken grunts, her eyes scrunching shut only for Joel to coax her gaze back with a gentle let me see you, darlin– look at me, baby, eyes on me, that’s it. He presses his forehead to hers, holding her steady through every hard press of his hips, his cock grazing so deep it’s all she can do to let out a quiet whimper of his name. 

“I know, darlin– fuck, I know– always so good, huh? Lemme have it, honey, just like this.” He knows her almost too well by now, when to pull back, to slow down, to draw it out, and when to give her more, to press her over the edge, to twist up her pleasure only to unravel it. His hips still against hers when she comes, a deep grind inside of her that draws out her high, spasming around him as she digs her nails into his shoulders. Slackening in his arms, her mind cuts through the haze, confusion settling in when she realizes he still hasn’t moved, his forehead pressed to her sternum.

“Are you– did you–”

“Fuck, darlin, I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I– Jesus christ.” He pulls out with a shuddering breath, and that’s when she notices it, the warm trickle of him making her knees go weak. Joel, meanwhile, seems to be in perfect remorse, muttering a string of apologies, his hands hovering at her waist like he’s afraid to touch her. Finally, she cuts off his rambling, her palm cupping his jaw to get him to focus on her.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. You seriously think I don’t know how to take care of something like this? Honestly, I’m a little offended.” His face goes completely slack at her words, a disbelieving laugh coming out on a long exhale. 

“I– you– goddamn. God fucking damn, think I almost had a heart attack.” His words come out on another laugh, hands framing her face as he lands a hard kiss to her forehead, making her chuckle at his reaction. 

“No heart attacks on my watch, Miller. I love you too much to let that happen.” This kiss lands a bit lower, a smacking press of his lips to hers before he pulls away with a sheepish smile.

“Love you, darlin. Let’s, uh, let’s get you cleaned up.”

…

It’s much later in the night when she untangles herself from his embrace, successfully slipping out of bed without waking him. Grabbing the blanket Joel had kicked off in his sleep and wrapping herself up in it, she quietly pads downstairs and out onto the back porch. 

“Hey, little miss, did you and Ellie have fun?” Stevie is happy to jump into her lap where she has sat down on the porch steps, a content purr thrumming as she nuzzles against her palm. A moment, that’s all she wanted, to think about the people she’s lost in the cool closeness of the night. But she and Stevie aren’t alone, not anymore. Something like family, something a little magic.

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[yuugen-benni]

Imagine Albedo seeing you wearing a Witch outfit

(I Haven't played the new event yet! But all the fanarts I've seen tell me it's wonderful, and inspired me. By the way, sorry for my bad english)

On an inconvenient afternoon, high-pitched giggles filled Albedo's laboratory. Who else could it be but Klee, excitedly twirling in her new witch-inspired dress? You couldn't help but find all those ruffles and adorable details utterly endearing.

Curiosity piqued, you noticed something peculiar inside the delicate box that held the small dress. There was another dress, larger in size, but with a different color, yet still following the witchy concept. You wondered why it was there, but the temptation to try it on overcame you, and you made your way to your room, slipping into the dress.

As you stepped out, wearing the enchanting attire, you found yourself face to face with Albedo. His eyes widened, a light blush tinging his pale cheeks. With a soft chuckle he observed you and then he spoke, "You could have told me that you and Klee had planned match outfits."

Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you fidgeted nervously with the hem of your dress. Your lips parted slightly, ready to begin an explanation, but Klee's excited little footsteps arrived faster, and both her eyes and her smile widened upon seeing you. "[Name] is a witch too! Come on, come on, Uncle Kaeya will love to see us like this!"

Klee exclaimed, tugging you towards the door.

Albedo let you two go, mentally noting that he definitely had to paint you later...

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[plscallmeeren]

H A P P Y A N N I V E R S A R Y

Loki Laufeyson / Odinson x Reader

Request: None I just had this lying around from ages ago

Summary: Loki is thoroughly fed up with his birth family and comes to you (his witchy spouse) for comfort

Warnings: none

Word Count: 900+

You shuffled around the kitchen, deep in thought, unaware that you were humming a soft tune. You hung yet another bunch of thyme to one of the hooks by the window to dry, taking in its scent for a moment.

Today had been a day of tireless planning and you found comfort in the familiar cooking up of a magical brew.

It was nearing Loki and your fifth anniversary and while he might as well have forgotten, (he had a mysterious principle concerning 'anniversaries are no more special than any other night of courtship',) you were determined to make it your best one yet.

The two of you were both quite the romantics and appreciated the quality in one another greatly, although your shared evenings often had to be spent hidden from prying eyes. You were not the kind of witch Freya was, and as supportive as your husband's mother was of your marriage, Odin - and with him the entire kingdom, apparently - was not.

Therefore, it had been a significant struggle to shape plans that for once didn't take place in an abandoned field or a faraway forest - not that those wouldn't forever be your favourite nights.

But you had a plan now that ought to work. A stunning golden ring, a homemade dinner, a fancy bar with trusted workers, a ballroom reserved just for the two of you with a magical source of music... Yes, it would do just fine.

Tearing you from your thoughts you heard rapid knocking that you assumed stemmed from Loki. Not many even knew the whereabouts of your expertly hidden cottage.

Quickly drying off your hands, you hurried to the door, soothingly calling out: "I'm coming, love. Just a moment."

You fingered the unusual door handle for a few moments before the door swung open, but your cheery smile was met with a menacing scowl.

"What's wrong, my beloved?" you spoke softly, closing the door behind him and then taking his face in your hands. "What has that damned father of yours dared this time?"

A moment's silence, in which he led you to the kitchen, slumping into a chair so that you sat across from him.

"I can't believe him!" he said suddenly, taking you momentarily off guard. "And Thor could have stood up for me, too, you know. But he's just a bloody oath, isn't he? Couldn't say a word against his father. Not until he has the crown, at least."

You laid a gentle hand on his knee, tilting your head so that he might continue.

"It's... That- That man spent minutes listing all the reasons I couldn't have claimed the throne even if my brother couldn't take it before me. I wasn't even speaking of it! I get the feeling he brings it up as often as possible just so that he can humiliate me concerning that topic again and again.

'He said- Oh, so, you see, apparently I'm incompetent, weak, do not know the line where negotiation must end so that war can ensue... and much more, of course. And to top it all off, he said I was unfit for the throne simply because at times I may think and be as a woman might. What reason is that? As if my mother couldn't rule infinitely better than him, not to mention you, or even Sif. He has no right!"

You could see the tears collecting in Loki's eyes so you stood to firmly wrap your arms around him.

"It's not right," he murmured against the fabric of your shirt.

"No, my love, it's not." You glanced back at the kitchen, quickly rethinking your plans. "Let's stay in tonight. I made dinner."

You couldn't completely dispel the tinge of disappointment you felt from all the work that had flourished into planning, but it didn't matter. Whatever he needed.

"Thank you," he said absently, staring through the window. "Do you agree? Is Thor truly that much better? Would you rather have taken-"

You cut him off before he could finish: "No, of course not. I love Thor like my own brother, but he is not clever or witty or handsome like you... neither can he recite poetry or negotiate with a wild bandit as well as he could defeat them. That's all you, darling."

He stared up at you from where he sat, still teary-eyed and nearly awe-struck. "Thank you," he said again, but this time it was barely a whisper.

"I need you to understand that for any fault you may have, I would take you over any other in this world or the next. Do you? Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"And even if you were not fit to be king, which I do not believe, you would be a better one than your father, and you will find yourself talented enough to do anything you set your mind on. All of it."

His hand reached up, cupping your jaw as he smiled, pulling you down gently so that your lips brushed against one another.

"Happy anniversary, love," he breathed.

"Thank you," you answered.

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[my-petty-life]

╰☆☆ ✪ E̸̖̪̱͚ͨ̀͜ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟t̴͕͖͓̀h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟c̷̹͖͋́̃k̶̸͙̭̹͆͟ ✪ ☆☆╮

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[skati-fjolnirsbur]

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emoji spell for beltane blessings

may your fire be lit, nurtured, and attended to. may you experience all the passion, power, love, and blessings that you want and need. may your season be fruitful and prosperous.

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[ashshanea101]

IG: Tarot_withAsh

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[mikaelsonstanaccount]

Klonnie Week Day 4: Enemies With Benefits 

    Bonnie stared at the man leaned against her door frame and a burning hatred erupted in her chest again. She swore the last time was the very last time she would see him but here he is. She even went as far to throw his number away but she gave in to the craving and called him again. She knew he was a piece of shit but he knew his way around her body better than any other man has. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me in again? It would be easier if you just stopped using your witchy interference beloved.” Klaus smirked before he walked in. She simply rolled her eyes before crossing her arms.

    “I invited you over only to talk. I just want to know why you are running around with the ripper and what you two are doing together.” Bonnie said before sitting across from him. “Jealous love? It’s okay he could never take your place. Just my temporary plaything to spite my little sister.” Klaus smirked as he poured himself a glass of wine. “Wine? Or is this a very serious talk?” Klaus smirked as he passed her a glass of wine. She set the glass down and crossed her arms again. “Talk, or you’ll eat glass.” She spoke with annoyance laced in her voice. “What would you like me to say, my love? That I am on my best behavior and I am just going out with a friend? That we are actually on our best behavior and helping old ladies cross the street?” He smirked before taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know why I fucking called you! You are no fucking help! You know what?! Get out! I am trying to figure out why dead witches keep showing up in the streets and you are being a jackass!” Bonnie shouted, losing her temper. “Okay okay, I do apologize, my love. I can assure you that my friend and I are not misbehaving that far. We just get our fill and leave. I’m not sure why your friends are coming dead but we are not involved with that…well fully. I may have killed one or two but I promise no more than that.” Klaus spoke as he tried to grab her hand, Bonnie quickly snatched her hand away before turning her back to him.

She knew what was coming next. He would pull her body close, kiss her in all the right spots, and she would be suckred into his trap again. “Don’t be that way love. I promise you that we are not killing your friends. Also we have no way of tracking your friends down and killing them. Look at me.” Klaus spoke before grabbing her hand and pulling her close again. “Klaus I swear if you are lying to me-” Bonnie started before he shook his head. “Don’t you trust me love? When have I lied to you…outside of the other times I lied.” Klaus smirked before pulling her waist into his. “Niklaus” Bonnie warned before he let out a laugh. “I’m kidding, I assure you that I am telling you the truth.” He smiled before Bonnie felt herself slowly giving in.

She knew she was in too deep. He was too talented at what he did and she couldn’t help it. “See, I knew why you called.” Klaus smirked before slowly raking his fangs across the front of her neck. She shivered against his body before he left a hickey on the front of her neck. She bit her lip before moving her head so that he had more access. He started to move his attack around her neck, making sure everyone knew that she was his, “Bedroom” She mumbled before he picked her up with ease and carried her to her room.

After a night of passionate love making Bonnie couldn't help but to feel a tinge of pain in her heart. She knew that his trust issues would keep them from being together. He was too paranoid and she wasn't ready to deal with what came with it. They were opposites, she is the hero and he is the villain. She just turned her back to him and stared at the wall, trying to calm her heart. 

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[wishbonewitch]

Wishbone’s Witchy Herbs: Henbit Dead Nettle

Henbit is a member of the mint family, but it lacks the distinct menthol scent of peppermint or spearmint. it does have that characteristic widespread nature. in some areas where it grows wild, you can find it right at your doorstep. it is considered a weed by some but it has plenty of magical properties that may lead you to believe in its usefulness!

Henbit gets its name from the fact chickens ADORE it! it is an annual winter-spring broadleaf commonly found in North America. it is native to the Mediterranean but it can grow in any ideal climate! its also regarded as a harmless invader. while not native to America, it doesn't threaten local ecosystems at all!! its low to the ground and doesn't suffocate fellow plants! what an admirable little plant! it is quite attractive to hummingbirds and bees. it self-pollinates as well! one single plant can produce up to 2,000 seeds!! not to mention, its edible! the leave and flowers make a great addition to salads and baked goods!! it has a flavor similar to spinach and can be eaten raw or cooked! it grows best in wasteland and cleared areas that have been scorched. its been used medicinally as a fever-reducer!  photo below pictures the North American locations for henbit deadnettle!

Henbit Deadnettle is often confused for Purple Deadnettle. they look very similar, however the purple deadnettle’s leaves at the top of the stems are purple-tinged and fade to green as they mature. the henbit deadnettle also has pink to purple slender flowers and half-circle leaves compared to the purple deadnettle’s purple flowers and heart-shaped leaves! (see the picture)

now that we know a bit about the plant, lets delve into its magical properties!

beauty

harmony

attraction

spirit world

motivation

ambition

integration

peace

hope

rising up from the ashes

inner healing

fertility

prosperity

money

abundance

cool tempers

soften blows

strength

apologies

social anxiety

fun ways to use them!

make a bouquet with spring roses, wild violets, clover flowers, dandelions etc. for Beltane or Ostara.

put into spell jars or poppets for the wanted effects.

simmer into a syrup or add to lemonade!

add to money bowls to attract abundance.

bake them into cookies and other baked goods!

add them to salads for a sabbat feast.

use in an offering to deities.

carry on your person when entering a new friend group, coven, job or social situation for a smooth transition.

carry on your person when going into a surgery or procedure for a smooth and easy transition!

dry them and add them to candles, potions, even make incense with them!

braid them into your hair.

make a flower crown!

make a hair oil or tonic with them inside!

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[paperbackribs]

writing a spooky one off where Andy, Jason Carver's friend, who chased down Erica Sinclair in Stranger Things gets his comeuppance over Halloween. witchy things are afoot (aka from the steve is a witch universe lol) here's an excerpt -

"Andy ignores the flickering of the fluorescents above him at The Soda Fountain; the fragmented light is barely noticeable in the busy post-school rush.

The lit-up jukebox behind him faintly plays the eerie pulsating synth of Rockwell; the lead calls out that it’s close to midnight, evil is lurking, and somebody is watching him from across the darkness. Andy rolls his eyes again, but this time at whoever’s getting into the Halloween mood with their music choices.

His chips are halfway up to his open mouth when Andy realises that Lynda’s frozen expression is literal. She’s not moved, her soft, shining lips parted, light brown eyes averted and elbows locked.

Andy flicks his gaze beyond her and sees that Ron is frozen too, as if by an invisible hand, as is Jesse and Grady in the booth behind them. The sea of green and white outfits of the basketball team eerily stopped in place.

Ron’s long column of his neck is bare and defenceless as his head stays tilted up towards the high ceilings. Jesse’s jacket gapes open with his hand reaching behind as if to scratch his back. None of the boys, or the girls at the end table, move. All motion is arrested. Silent and uncanny like a film paused mid-action.

His heart beating irregularly in his chest, Andy dares to turn his gaze to the rest of the parlour. The open space is unnaturally soundless, the servers in their white and blue dresses paused in the act of serving drinks or bussing tables, their arms outstretched leaving the naked skin of their arms and legs exposed.

Andy is the only one aware of this strange and impossible moment. As he looks further, he notes a crimson tinge that inexplicably seeps further into his world.

The checkered walls subtly bend and warp, red bleeding below his sneakers to coat the white plastic in a nasty, faded pink. The corners of the room become formless and dark, twisting among the frozen figures of his peers to sinisterly embrace them.

Andy is helpless, able to move himself but terrified to in case the horror of the room turns its focuses on him. The hunted feeling intensifies as though he has become vulnerable like fleeing prey.

The jukebox's synth bassline is completely forgotten as the whispers start, forming into the sweet sound of a young girl’s softly lilting voice as she sings:

In the darkest corners, he'll win the race,

Through the moonlight's glow and the shadows' embrace.

He hunts you down, you can’t find a safe place,

Run away, run away—

The enchantment of the child’s voice is abruptly broken off as Andy is jostled by none other than Munson the Freak as he walks past Andy, accidentally bumping into him. The howling of a wolf breaks the silence and Andy startles until he realises that it’s the beginning of Thriller over the jukebox.

“Sorry,” Munson sneers over his retracting elbow, walking past with a greasy paper bag and absent of respect for his betters, but the rest of the room is suddenly and blessedly full of loud movement and sound. A glass nosily smashes to the floor and a boy hoots across the space at his friends; the extraordinary hush is broken."

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