#//🔮 — treasures and trinkets

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

‘‘ Gardenia, my sweet darling, deep in the cherub’s eyes is everything I held dear ,,

Name [ 💜 ] ;; birdy AKA raven !

Pronouns [ 🪽 ] ;; ask ! (Neos include love/paradise/forever)

Age [ 🪻 ] ;; 15 !

Ethnicity [ 🕊️ ] ;; Malay !

MBTI [ 🔮 ] ;; INFP-T

DNI: Basic criteria, anti-xenogender, narc abuse believers, nsfw blogs, anyone aged 18+, cringe culture believers, endo systems, transid, transabled, rcta

BYF: I am autistic, so often times I may not know whether my responses are appropriate or not. Do tell me if I’m accidentally rude! Also, I’m hella sensitive, so yeah, reassurance is appreciated. I also suspect I have a cluster b disorder, so I may act out when not given constant affection.

Tags!!

#// ☔️ — twittering twiting = just be talking bout random stuff

#//🪽 — god knows best = infordumping

#// 🐦‍⬛ — rabid raven = obslove thingies

#//🌩️ — high in heaven = posts about wanting attention/devotion

#//🦄 — wait huh = about my neurodivergencies, questioning or not

#//🕊️ — mourning dove = vents

#//🫖 — gender is fluid = talking about my gender identity/queerness

#//💫 — myths and legends = kin related shenanigans

#//🔮 — treasures and trinkets = reblogs

#//💌 — from the carrier pigeon? = answering asks

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

AJSHHSFHHEYWJDJDJAKDKLWJWICMWI

Queer Master…

Actually yes that is my new name now /j

Made by me

[politemagic]

one day I'll disappear deep into the woods, never to return to civilization. but until then, you can find me here collecting my various trinkets and treasures ⋆｡°✩𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊✧˖ °

ཐི♡ཋྀ you can call me em (or whatever tickles your fancy)

ཐི♡ཋྀ my pronouns are she/they

ཐི♡ཋྀ I primarily post Sleep Token, but it is not uncommon to find Alpha Wolf, Holding Absence, Ghost, or any of my other hyperfixations in these parts. (but I try to tag everything as best as I can!)

ཐི♡ཋྀ I am currently writing a Sleep Token haunted house au called The Haunting of Sleep Manor, it can be found here and on ao3!

ཐི♡ཋྀ don't hesitate to send me asks, tag me in things, message me, etc. it doesn’t matter if we’re long time mutuals or if you just started following me 5 seconds ago, come yap with me!!

ཐི♡ཋྀ occasionally nsfw, minors do not interact

ཐི♡ཋྀ I have zero tolerance policy for any racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any general assholery. we're all just here to have a good time, so all I ask is for some human decency.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟtags below*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

📓 #em's stcu <- (em's sleep token cinematic universe) home of all my Sleep Token related writing (lyrical analyses, fic, etc.)

subtags: #slasher token, #single dad ivy

👻 #the haunting of sleep manor <- tag for everything related to my haunted house au

🔪 #em's worshitposting <- a gallery of my silly & ridiculous Sleep Token memes

disclaimer: anything I post about Sleep Token is based solely on their stage personas + my own personal interpretations of the lore. I respect their wishes to remain anonymous and therefore have not sought out their identities + have nothing substantial to base anything off of :)

🦄 impolitemagic <- on occasion you may find me being particularly thirsty on the dash, you may blacklist accordingly

💭 #em's ponderings <- take a gander inside the wonderful world of my brain, mostly random stream of consciousness thoughts

🎶 #em’s tasty tunes <- collection of my various music recommendations

🪨 #emcore <- types of posts that I feel match my vibe, in terms of either relatability or aesthetic

💜 #em's trinkets and treasures <- treasure trove of some of my favorite posts

📷 #em's great adventures <- scrapbook of my photos from trips, experiences, etc.

⚔️ #tattooing this on the inside of my eyelids <- for when I (or anybody) needs a little motivation

🖤 #me when i have the loveliest mutuals in the entire world <- my evidence files as to why my mutuals are the most delightful and wonderful folks on this earth

🔮 #tw flashing lights <- I share a lot of concert content with some crazy lighting, anything with flashing (of any intensity) is tagged as such.

note: all trigger warnings are tagged in this same format of "tw [trigger]" I do occasionally speak about my mental health, anything in those posts will be tagged accordingly. if there are any triggers that you need tagged, please reach out to me and I will tag it for you <3

updated 27.09.24

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patch i’m so excited. you’re such an angel delight, and I, for one, am over the moon that you’re here, you’ve been here, and you’ll continue to be here. you’re a wonderful friend and person, happy anniversary darlin 💛💛 i am so greedy and want one of EACH, but we can start with an alluring charm :) or perhaps a book…. :) or even….. a palm reading :)

(basically you go nuts and i will go insane no matter what i love you i’m so happy to have met you and i am so grateful for your friendship)

Oh Kasey, how I find it serendipitous that we have met. You were just so openly kind with your words when it came to my many potions I have brewed that I could not help but wish to seek a friendship. And I am so happy that I did. Your presence gives me such warmth and elation that I feel as if we have been friends for many a year let alone only a short while. I do hope that this will continue, and I shall treasure all the time with you to ensure that it will 💛

Now, as what you wished to have from my little rummage sale, I am more than generous to gift to you everything your heart desires - as I would with any patron in my shop.

So, let me see what I can do for you, hm? 🔮

“Oh my aren’t we excited to gather all my rummaged wares, hm?” The peddler teased at your eager and sweet response over the news of her sharing such trinkets as a way of celebration

“I just like everything here,” You admitted, a little bashful, as your eyes gazed over all the many shelves that held so many interesting bobbles and books – all with an incredible and historic story you were sure “Though, you already know that, why I keep visiting you”

“And I very much enjoy the company” She responded, her usual gentle smile peeking from beneath her large, brimmed, hat before she gestures to a pair of plush chairs “Please, have a seat. Suppose it’s best for us to start with a palm reading, don’t you think?”

You nodded your head with enthusiasm as you moved to sit in the chair opposite of her, hand already outstretched so she could read the many lines that decorated your palm. You knee bounced, though you were unsure if in excitement or if it was anxiousness, as you watched her patiently as her fingertips danced delicately across your hand; her small hums made your heart skip a beat wondering what she saw.

“Interesting…” she finally muttered, as her fingers came to a halt, though the stillness in her entire being made it clear she was lost in thought.

“W-what is?” You finally whispered back as you leaned closer to her. Though you had to jolt your head away when she abruptly stood, you followed in kind, though you found it difficult to navigate the cluttered space as she did “What did you see?”

The peddler did not stop as she continued to rummage through the many items that littered her cozy shop; opening drawers and scanning many shelves to try and find whatever it was that caused her to become lost in such a seemingly mindless trance and active search.

“Is there something wrong with the person my palm matched me to?” You asked, a slight breathlessness to your tone as you grew ever more nervous.

“No, there is nothing to fear over what I saw.” the Peddler mumbled, her eyes still scanned the old books, overed in dust and wed, upon her more private shelf within her shop – though the way she chewed at the finger nail at her thumb, an action you never saw her do, one that almost made her seem nervous did little to quell your own feelings brewing withing your stomach.

“Then what is it? Please just tell me?”

You watched as her shoulders slumped downward slightly, as if she finally noticed the tension not only within the small room but within herself as well before her eyes casted back over to you. Her small smile was only a little reassuring, as she placed a hand upon your own to squeeze it gently.

“The man I saw within your palm, if you will, is one that was haunted – cursed even – by a soul of his past” The peddler began, before her eyes once again left yours in favour of searching the shelves once again “His name, that of Yuuta, and such a story to cling to his name made me recall a book I had and read of a similar man.”

“And, is that what you are looking for…?” You reasoned, eyes never leaving her form as you watched closely to any change of expression – both good or bad – that would cross her face

“It is,” She nodded her head, her nails dragging along a row of books “Something called out to you, I could feel it, when you first walked it. Now I know what, and I wish to find it for you.”

You wished you could reply, to find anything to saw to her in response, but your body could not form a word. This world, the one you enter in with such wide eyes, was so much more than you could ever comprehend and at that moment in time left you at a loss for words. Perhaps you could find it exciting, even comforting, that a book within her shop would call out to you and claim you as its rightful owner. But at that moment it just left you uneasy and you followed her hand as it ran across the many spines of the books of old she had in her possession. You swallowed a large lump that had formed in your throat when her hand finally stopped upon a of faded silver as she delicately removed it from where it had rested for lord knows how long.

“Please, have another seat” She gestured once more to a comfortable looking chair for you “I think you may find this rather enlightening”

Though uneased still filled you, it dissipated rather quickly once you sat back down; you felt a strange warmth fill you once the book was placed gingerly within you hand. You wished it could be explained, though you doubted the Peddler would be so kind as to do so, but your desire to open the book to read it became almost overwhelming as it took you by a similar trance.

“Go on, open it love.” She encouraged gently as she stood nearby to search in her many small drawers for something else “I will be right here, nothing to be worried of.”

With that small added sense of reassurance, of knowing that someone will be there to comfort you should something go awry and you felt even more dread and unease fill you to point of becoming frightening. With a deep, quiet inhale, you take the plunge and open the worn book gently.

~

A rush of water overcame you.

A sense of alarm followed alongside it as you rushed to breach the surface of the sea, to take in finally take in a deep breath and free your lungs of the painful ache that overcame them. You felt the tug and pull of your friend, his bright yellow body, did provide some reassurance to you that you will survive this ordeal, as he helped you to leave the sea.

Though it wasn’t always this way. You wanting to leave the water. It once filled you so full of life, how each roll of the sea, each wave you broke through, each tide you swept yourself up in, invigorated you and left you with a rush of feeling that filled your spirit so fully that you couldn’t imagine a life better than that. One where you were free to explore all the depths the ocean had stored away, all the creatures you would meet and befriend as they bashfully introduced themselves, and all the splendor you would come to home to; that of your fathers love and all the gifts he would give to you and your sisters. It was all so fulfilling, that you did not mind the one rule set out for you. How you followed it blindly as you obeyed for you could not fathom that breaking it would gift to you even more splendor than your life already had.

Truly, when you were young, you had no desire to see, or meet, any of the humans who passed by overhead in their ships.

But, on fateful day, you had stumbled across one that had sunk and from then on your desires and wants within your life had changed. All the trinkets and bobbles, the art and written histories you had found as your searched through everything upon that vessel made something within you called and yearned for more. From that moment on, you wanted to see, to learn, to hear, and to know anything and everything about the humans and their way of life.

An obsession, everyone called it. A delusion, a dangerous one at that, one that would fade over time and simply become a distant memory. That was what your father told you, a notion he believed and hoped in with all his being, for he knew firsthand how dangerous the humans were to your kind. Yet despite all the warnings, all the added rules, and the punishments that befallen upon you, your still wanted to be apart of a world not your own.

Your heart had never pined for something more than that. And despite your best judgement, and even the judgement of your closest friends who had come along with you on your excursions, you went up to the surface to follow a ship that had dazzled with the many bright lights it threw into the vast sky.

There you met a man, one that seemed so sad amongst all those singing and happy people, though he hid it well as he pretended to join in on their merriment in celebration of his birthday. Your heart ached as you watched him, you wanted nothing more than for him to smile with true genuine at you. And once he did, upon that sandy shore you swam him to after saving his life when his ship crashed, you knew you wanted to see it more. At that moment, more than ever before, you wanted to be human. Not only to enjoy the different way they find happiness in their lives, but to be with him more.

And that is how you ended up where you were. As you struggled to breath where you once could do so freely, as you tried not to drown where you once called home. The new legs you were given in a deal with a sea witch did not propel you as easily as your beautiful tail could. But you were determined to see this new life, even if for a few days, you could not let it end there before it could even begin.

With a deep gasp you broke through the surface of the water, sputtered and coughing as your friend continued to help tug you to shore. Once there you collapsed upon the warm sand to rest, as you took in painful breaths in to fill your aching and angry lungs.

Once you had adjusted to your climate, to the new way your body had changed, you finally were able to marvel at the beautiful set of legs given to you. And though you wobbled, barely able to walk upon them, the smile that graved your face – one large and full of elation – could not be taken from you.

It was a smile that continue to grow once you heard him, the man you had saved the other day, as he called out to whoever had become stranded and struggled upon the shore near his home. You found whatever you could to cover your newfound modesty before he could see as your heat pounded in excitement as you waited for him.

“Is anyone there!? Please, if anyone is there say something! ” He called out, the sound of his rushing footsteps louder and he hastily approached you. Though he stumbled to a stop, as did his voice that rang so loudly, when he finally found you.

“Oh.. um..” He cleared his throat before his footfall began to gingerly approach you, your heart swelled over his clear concern over your well being and wish to not startle you further “Miss? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“My name is Yuuta, may I ask yours?” He quietly asked once he was within an arms length to you. You perked up once he was so close, the rock you has perched yourself on gave you a perfect view of his kind, warm, dark blue eyes; ones that could not help but remind of your home.

You opened your mouth to say your name, to finally let him know who you were and how you saved his life. And yet, nothing came forth, not even an utterance of a single note of sound. It was then the reality of your situation finally sank in, the gravity of it all. The sea witch took you voice. She left you complete unable to communicate in the manner you best at, and now you were at a loss of how you could get him to see and know you for who you were.

You motioned to your throat, tapping it gently to try as you leaned closer to him. He could tell by your sad eyes what you had meant as he helped you stay upright “Oh, you cannot speak?”

Yuta watched as you nodded your head, before he looked out towards the sea “And you washed upon the shore. Were you in an accident?”

He found it adorable how you nodded your head once more as you sought some kind comfort from him, at leas that was what he thought you were doing as you tucked your hands into his own to squeeze them. With a gentle smile he returned the small gesture, as he began to gently coax you down from your perch; he wrapped his arm around you in support as you struggled to walk with him.

“Easy there!” He chuckled warmly, a noise that made your heart swell “Come now, I’ll help you back to my home. I’ll take - !”

~

“Here is it!” You heard the Peddler cry out as she held in triumph a small trinket within her hand – one the gleamed with the same kind of silver that was decorated upon the bindings of your book.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, heart racing as you were pulled from the soft and sweet scene that you were just within; such a sudden shock, of change of juxtaposition, made your head spin as you tried to come to terms with what was real and what wasn’t.

“Easy there, love” the Peddler cooed as she gingerly took your book out of your hands “It can be quite the shocking change when the world around you pull you out.”

You placed a hand over your heart, in an attempt to sooth your racing heart as you took in a few broken deep inhales of breath before your eyes shifted over to hers “W-was it real?”

“As real as you wanted it to be.”

Her response made your brows furrow as you tried to comprehend it all, but you did not have a chance to dwell on her words long before she placed within your hand a silver charm. You took a moment to allow your fingertips to brush against the intricate, beautiful, details it held before your curious and questioning eyes landed back upon her.

“I found this charm alongside this book, many years ago” She explained, closing your hand to keep it secure “They should never be separated, understand?”

You nodded your head, as your voice stuttering as if it had been taken away from you completely a few minutes ago “W-why?”

“I would fill him with such sorrow if you did.”

“Him? Who is he?”

“You know who he is.” She smiled knowingly at you before giving your hand a small squeeze before she stood “And should you wish to see what a life with him would be like, merely place that charm around your neck and you shall see.”

You wished you had a chance to ask her further all the questions that rang in your mind, but she merely shushed you as she placed before you a warm cup of tea. “Whenever you are ready, you may do as you please. I can assure you, that he will wait an eternity for you.” With one last nod she left you to serve another who had been curious to what wares were within her shop.

Ah yes, your charm! You need not worry over it just yet Whenever you feel the courage to want a peek, you may, and if you wish me to as well to help you through it, you need only ask.

Until then, suppose it will just be a pretty trinket to sit upon your lovely book~ 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

[tipsycad147]

Essential Steps for Starting Witchcraft as a Beginner: Your Guide to Getting Started 2

Let’s Talk About Tools: Use What You Have

The witchcraft community can feel overwhelming, with endless lists of “must-have” tools and supplies. But the truth is, you don’t need expensive items to practice. In fact, some of the most powerful magic can be done with everyday household items. Let’s explore how to use what you already have on hand.

🏡Use What You Have

Your kitchen is a treasure trove of witchcraft supplies. Things like vinegar, lemons, rosemary, bay leaves, and cinnamon can be used in all sorts of spells and rituals. And don’t forget about those trusty tea light candles – they’re inexpensive, widely available, and perfect for quick workings.

Beyond the kitchen, look around your home. Pens and paper can be used to write spells, create sigils, or make paper spell dolls. Mirrors, bowls of water, and recycled jars – they’re all fair game for your magical practice.💰DIY and Low-Cost Alternatives

Get creative with repurposing items you already have. Old journals, sketchbooks, and binders make great junk grimoires. Fabric scraps can become charm bags or spell dolls. And don’t underestimate the power of natural items like dirt, sticks, and flowers – they’re perfect for home protection spells and offerings.🛒Thrift Store Finds

Thrift stores are a Witches best friend! You can find all sorts of useful items, like glass candles, candle holders, ceramic and glass plates, I’ve even found crystals and un-opened Tarot decks. They also have great options for small tables or chests of drawers, which make perfect mini altars or storage for spell ingredients and tools.🎨Craft Store Essentials

Craft stores are a goldmine for witchcraft supplies. Yarn, string, cord, paint, chalk, and air-dry clay can all be used to make charm bags, draw sigils, and create various spell tools.🧠Creative Spellwork

Don’t be afraid to get crafty! Use air-dry clay to make unique candle holders or offering coins. Birthday candles are perfect for small, discreet candle magic. And if you’re not a fan of drawing, you can always print out tarot cards or sigils.

✨The key is to view everyday items through a witchy lens and think creatively about how you can use them in your practice. Witchcraft isn’t about expensive tools; it’s about using what you have and focusing your intention. So get resourceful, and watch the magic unfold!

🔮 Altar Basics: Your Sacred Space, Your Way

Altars can feel intimidating, with all the “rules” about what’s right or wrong. But the truth is, your altar is a deeply personal space. It’s not about perfection; it’s about creating a meaningful, intentional environment for your magical work. Let’s dive in and demystify altar basics.

🧘Altars vs. Shrines

First things first: Altars and shrines aren’t the same thing. A shrine is an offering space for a specific deity or person, while an altar is a working space for your magical practice. I have both – a cozy kitchen altar for everyday spellwork and a minimalist vanity altar for my morning rituals.💫Altar Essentials

My vanity altar is all about self-care. It has a vintage mirror, a simple white candle, and a few of my favorite perfumes and crystals. I activate it each morning with intentions of confidence and self-love. On the other hand, my kitchen altar is a vibrant, eclectic space. It’s an old dresser filled with herbs, tarot cards, and a collection of trinkets that hold personal meaning.🎨Personalize Your Altar

The key is to make your altar emotionally and spiritually meaningful. Think of it as a vision board – include items that make you feel good and powerful. Ritual knives and altar cloths are optional; the only “must-haves” are the things that resonate with you.🌀Altar Maintenance

Changing your altar is entirely subjective. You can do it based on the seasons, holidays, or personal milestones. Let your altar evolve with your practice, reflecting your growth and changing interests. And don’t forget to use it for manifestation – place symbolic items for your goals and desires.🔒Altar Etiquette

Many witches prefer to keep their altars private. Activate and deactivate your altar through personal rituals, like lighting and extinguishing candles. If you’re on the go, create a travel altar in a shoebox or other container.

✨Remember, there’s no right or wrong way to set up an altar. It’s about your personal connection and intention. So have fun with it, get creative, and let your altar be a reflection of your unique magical essence. Your space, your rules!

Banishing: Removing Unwanted Energies and Entities

Banishing is the process of actively removing unwanted energies, entities, or even people from your life. While it may sound intense, it’s a crucial skill for any witch to master. Let’s dive into why banishing is so important and how to do it effectively.

🧹Cleansing vs. Banishing

Cleansing and banishing are related but distinct practices. Cleansing is about removing negative energy, like mopping up a mess. Banishing, on the other hand, is specifically about removing unwanted presences or entities, like evicting an unwanted houseguest. It’s a more targeted and intentional process.🔍Types of Banishing

Banishing can take many forms. Energy banishing involves actively removing negative vibes from a space. This is different from a general cleansing, which is more about maintaining a clean energetic environment. Banishing can also be used to cut ties with toxic people or remove unwanted spirits and entities.🌿Banishing in Action

Let’s say you’ve been feeling a heavy, oppressive energy in your home. You decide it’s time to do some banishing work. You gather your supplies, which include sage, cinnamon sticks, and a bell. You start by opening all the windows to allow fresh air to circulate. Then, you light the sage and walk clockwise around each room, visualizing the negative energy being pushed out. As you do this, you ring the bell, commanding any unwanted entities to leave. Finally, you place the cinnamon sticks in the corners of the room to maintain the protective barrier.🌿Banishing Levels and Tools

The intensity of your banishing work will depend on the situation at hand. For mild negative energy, you can use herbs like cinnamon, rosemary, and lavender. For slightly stronger energy, try orange or lemon peels, cedar, and juniper. And for more moderate entities, consider using herbs like mullein, hyssop, nettles, dragon’s blood, clove, and guava leaves. You can also use banishing sprays, oils, bells, and the help of local land spirits or deities.📚Recommended Reading

If you want to dive deeper into the art of banishing, check out these books:

“Psychic Witch” by Mat Auryn, “The Witch’s Shield” by Christopher Penczak, and “Protection & Reversal Magick” by Jason Miller.

✨Banishing may seem intimidating, but it’s a crucial skill for any witch. Trust your intuition, be polite but firm, and don’t be afraid to adjust your approach if something doesn’t work. With knowledge and practice, you’ll be able to clear your space and your life of any unwanted energies or entities. Your magic, your rules.

[softerhaze]

l. faba’s trinkets and treasures 🔮

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

Oh to have this argument with someone i live :3

He doesn't need a weapon, he's the weapon.

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

STEAL!! >:3 /silly

@xxbimbobunnyxx

Random cute dividers, pls give credit if you use! Reblogs are appreciated!🖤🎀

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

… :3

npd online personality culture is simultaneously loving and hating the attention you get because on one hand, supply, on the other hand, it all feels so hollow and meaningless because nobody really knows me. How can you say I'm amazing if you don't know anything about me? I mean, you're right but you don't know that you just think that and if anyone found out you're a narc you'd suddenly go from entertaining to evil.

Also the constant comparison to others like yes my follow count is higher than yours yes I'm better than you but my follow count doesn't make me better than you. I just am and these people clearly see that.

This kinda sucks I'm ngl.

- ⚔️

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[an-autistic-aphrodite]

God forbid I was ‘weirdass roleplay’.

Going through the #vampire tag is the weirdest trip of them all. There’s porn, there’s weirdass roleplay, there’s creepy vampire themed posts and moodboards…. It truly has it all.

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

please please pleaseeee

ULTRA DARE: show me the softest, sweetest expression of devotion you can. And if I cry, you get to call me ‘Your Silliness’ and similar titles for you asks, as well as a boiled partridge heart (they are very good).

[an-autistic-aphrodite]

UHHH ERMSIES

@dollkichi

>:(((

/nsrs

Npd culture is getting upset whenever your friends mention their own friends (I'm literally all you'll ever need, am I not good enough for you as a friend!?)

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