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aidemint · 1 year ago

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To Break A Habit | Routine Doesn’t Get You Kisses Like These

Summary: You kinda-actually find out he wasn’t joking about the spider stuff. Okay. But you’re totally cool about it. Totally.

Word Count: 5.1k

Pairing: Hobie Brown/GN!Reader

Notes: 5 minutes of screentime and i’ve already wrote more about this guy in a week than i usually write about anything in three months jesus christ

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“40081’s got this hoodoo shit goin’ on.” Hobie sighs as he makes his way down the main hall of Spider-HQ, recounting his mission discoveries from days prior. “Some sort of bad luck spell that’s making the world lose its plot.”

Gwen paces beside him, listening intently. “Sinister Six behind it?” she asks with a frown. “Or do you think it’s something else?”

“Not certain,” Hobie responds with a shrug. “But I’m close to catching the anomaly. Things should reset once it’s out of the fabric.”

“Hope it gets resolved soon.” Gwen sucks in a breath from between her teeth. “Miguel’s not looking too happy these days.”

Oddly enough, the mission so far had been almost deceptively easy—three days into the operation Hobie had already located and shut down a multitude of energy pockets emanating from certain parts of the city. A variant of Mysterio or Osborn was bound to show up soon, as the sites were likely siphoning vitality from the dimension. Now he just needed to gather intel about the effects of the magic while playing the waiting game. Luckily for him, he has a direct source.

“Relax Gwendy, it’ll be fine. I even got in touch with one of the locals for—” Hobie starts assuredly, turning to address his drummer, but pauses and swivels around when she’s noticeably no longer keeping up with his stride.

“You what?” Gwen stands frozen in the middle of the walkway, eyes blown as large as dinner plates with her mouth slightly ajar. She readjusts herself with a shake of her head, though her hands and shoulders remain raised and stiff. “Hobie, please tell me you’re not getting to know a civilian. ”

“Then I won’t tell you that I’m ‘getting to know’ a civilian.” A roll of his shoulder and he’s back walking, half-lidded eyes peering at Gwen when she inevitably joins again, bobbing and weaving through a downcurrent flow of Peter Parkers. “And I won’t tell you that it’s strictly for information about the mission.” A coy smile tugs the edges of Hobie’s lips upward. “Probably.”

Gwen looks just about ready to explode at the last quip. “You just told me— Oh my God, you know that, out of everything, is against protocol. Very against protocol,” she hisses, her voice lowering as her lip curls and she leans further into the privacy of only each others’ company. “What will you do when Miguel finds out?”

“You gotta live freely past the propaganda, Gwendy,” Hobie replies nonchalantly, patting a palm on her shoulder as a point of reassurance. “Just think about it.”

The best Gwen can offer him is a wary glance and a moment of hesitation, but he takes it with a grin anyhow. He’s certain she’ll eventually come around—the extent of their friendship isn’t something so miniscule that a few words of indoctrination would ever be enough to turn her.

It’s a nice notion to have, but he unfortunately doesn’t get much time to dwell on it—suddenly, his watch buzzes with an alert.

Hobie checks the device. “Someone’s ringing me, gotta bounce.” A few taps of an orange screen and a twist of a dial, then a portal opens up just shy of his left arm. “Been fun, Gwendy. Don’t blame me if I come back late.”

No matter how hard she rolls her eyes, Gwen can’t help but give into the smile that creeps onto her lips. “Stay safe, loser,” she responds, bumping her fist against his.

“Safe is practically my middle name.” With that, Hobie ducks into the gateway, and disappears.

How the fuck do you accuse someone of having spider powers without sounding like you’ve gone insane? Since morning you’ve been stuck in a cycle of decision-making for a seemingly hopeless situation. You thought the hard part was over after seeing the guy in the costume swing away on white silly string, but the mostly sleepless night and brainstorming the resolution to be had was another beast altogether. What doesn’t help much either is the fact your favorite pair of jeans are now stained to shit because an idiot thought it would be a good idea to trickshot a half-full Starbucks drink into a trashcan you were standing right next to.

Oh, New York, how it surprises you each day. You swear you’ve never had bad luck like this in your life—and now you’re twenty minutes late, punching in your timecard and hurrying to tie on an apron.

Even through your shift the anxiety doesn’t go away, despite how you try to ignore it. Nervous energy bleeds into your work, shaking hands spilling and dropping drinks; your preoccupied mind is nowhere near as focused as you need to be for the rush—you remake a drink three times in a row before being on the receiving end of a tired lecture from an angry customer.

“Something on your mind?” one of your coworkers ends up asking after most of the crowd has dissipated. “Or just tired?”

You’re on the verge of bursting into tears actually, but you manage to stifle it with a deep breath in. “A lot of both,” you mumble in response. You can’t tell her about Hobie, and it’d be too winding to describe the entirety of everything. She’s pretty good at giving looks of pity and she’s already shot you one following the complaining customer. Honestly another one is the last thing you want to deal with right now. “Maybe I should’ve just skipped work today.”

“Don’t worry, we all have bad days,” she offers with a consoling pat on the arm. “How about you just calm down for a bit and take your break? I’ll make you your favorite drink and get a bowl started for you.”

The gesture does ease your nerves, even if only by a little. You sigh, shoulders slumping, and give your coworker a grateful smile. Parting ways then, she returns to her station to honor her word and you make your way to the back to punch in the start of your break.

Exhaustion starts to seep in when you catch yourself staring blankly at the time card machine, watching the hands of the clock tick away second by second. There hasn’t been significant progress in terms of settling the whole “Hobie Brown is a superhero” dilemma, you realize, just a lot of pain and aching on your part. Maybe it’s time to put the matter to rest just for a brief half an hour—you’ll pick it up later. There isn’t even a guarantee Hobie will show up to the shop anyhow.

Yeah, you have time.

The chunk sound of the punch machine brings you back to your senses and you put away your slip before making your way back to the front of the house.

“Drink’s ready and bowl’s on the way. You can enjoy that while you wait,” your coworker chirps, sliding a cup to you when you emerge from the back. You’re just about to voice your thanks before she cuts in again, gesturing to a spot just beyond the counter. “Oh, and someone asked for you. He’s right over there.”

Your eye is already twitching before you even look. But you suppose you hate yourself and the world at this point, because you slowly turn to where her hand points regardless and find the one man you just made a pact with yourself to not think about.

Hobie greets you by name and gives you a friendly wave. Out of courtesy, you force yourself to return in, lips pressed together in a tight smile with the short extension of your hand.

“Heard it was your break,” he says, approaching the glass panel between the two of you. “Mind if I intrude?”

Yes! you scream internally. Yes I do mind very much!

“No, it’s alright,” you end up saying to him, staving off a growing impulse to whack yourself upside the head.

“Sick,” is all Hobie replies with before he retreats to a nearby table. “I’ll be waiting here—don’t rush yourself.”

It’s right about now that you’re wishing he wasn’t so nice and you didn’t like him so much so that this process of confrontation would go about smoother. Your gaze lingers on him and you bite in the inside of your cheek as you think about the validity of what you witnessed yesterday.

The option to not tell him and maintain your chances of still potentially becoming friends like normal exists. Dodging the awry reputation that comes with the manic conspiracy theorist persona is always good. You’ll get over it one day, right? Leave the suspicions behind and assume that the image was just a hallucination brought about by stress; convince yourself that Hobie Brown is just your average British punk-rocker.

But you can’t fight the feeling in your gut, how it burns, and suddenly you’re leaning over the counter, over the glass.

This is a bad idea. “Hobie,” you call in his direction.

He looks up. “Yeah?”

Shit, this is a bad idea. “I have something to tell you.”

“Wah’gawn?”

“It’s… I think it’s a matter best told in just our own company.” You look around apprehensively, a slight crease in your brow. “Mind going somewhere more private?”

Trying your best to ignore the suggestive look your coworker shoots at you from your peripheral, you beckon Hobie to come into the back. Walking through the kitchen, you usher him into the storage pantry and shut the door behind you when you join him.

“I’m guessing we’re not just here to kotch?” Hobie teases with the sideways tilt of his head.

“Unfortunately.” Your gaze lowers to the ground at the admission, fingers finding one another and squeezing. “Been thinking about something for a while.”

Hobie lets the change in the air stew until it thickens before responding. “Ready when you are.” His voice is softer, malleable, lost of all its previous playfulness and replaced with a certain kind of sincerity.

The slightest incline of your chin brings your stare back to him. You wish it served the simple purpose of just admiring the slopes and angles of his face, but your lips part and your curled hand trembles, and it all reminds you of the gnawing insecurity.

“I need you to tell me the truth.” You say it slowly, sincerely, keeping your voice as steady as you can despite the way your heart rate thunders. “Please.”

In your supplication, you aren’t certain how to appraise the extent of your desperation, but Hobie’s gaze does not leave yours. He nods wordlessly, a glint of something in his eye and it looks a lot like deference.

You take it as permission to continue. “When you brought up Parker”—you swallow thickly—“you were talking about something real, weren’t you?”

A beat of silence. There isn’t any external reaction from Hobie, standing as still as he had the moment he stopped in front of you, face lax and hands tucked away in his pockets.

“Ain’t got a Scooby-Doo what you’re talking about,” he says plainly, unfaltering in every word. Even then he doesn’t move, fortress-like in his disposition.

Perhaps he truly doesn’t know what you mean, you think. The chance is present, albeit slim, though present nonetheless—and how tightly you clutch this sliver of hope. But for a moment, in your hesitancy and under Hobie’s untelling stare, doubt creeps in—your palms grow clammy against the material of your pants, sweat assisting the glide of your fingers against one another. Your eyes search those of the man in front of you, wishing his look could change so you could find the courage to ground yourself.

What if you’re wrong? What if it’s all a fallacy, some trick of the light? New York is no stranger to oddities but even this seems too extreme. Coincidental talk of Spider-People leading to an impossible accusation. Fucking Spider-People don’t—shouldn’t—exist. The idea grows more absurd the longer you question it. Peter Parker got the short end of the stick, if there was even a long end in the first place, so what the hell are you doing?

But what if you’re right?

A breath rattles through you. “Hobie.” With a new waver in your voice and a tremble to your hands, you stand unsure of how your conviction bleeds through what you say but you try anyhow. “I know you’re gonna think I’m crazy, but I saw a masked man walking on the side of a building yesterday.” The admission comes quickly, riddled with cracks, but you’re entirely too focused on the followup to care. “After the conversation we had about Spider-People, after the whole thing about superheroes, tell me that it wasn’t you up there. Because I saw your— your fucking pins and I’ve never— God, I don’t even know! I’ve never seen something like this.”

Your fists clench, fingers digging crescent-shaped craters into the flesh of your palms. The marks bite, angry red and stinging—perhaps aching even more the absence of Hobie’s response, the seconds you give him to reply.

“Who are you?” Dry—your throat is so dry. Your voice can’t be anything above a whisper with how hoarse the question comes, flaking away with every shallow breath you take.

Silence blankets the both of you then, soundless space a limbo between comfort and unease. Unsure of what to do with it, what to make of the situation you stand in now, you let it hang listlessly, drawing upon an empty room and an even emptier conversation.

It takes a handful of moments for Hobie to even look like he’s processed all that you’ve said. Under your scrutiny, the smallest movement of his eye is the only discernible change to the testament. Whatever goes on inside his head is a complete mystery to you for the few minutes that elapse before he speaks.

Finally, he shifts in his stance. “You want me to just come out with it, yeah?” he asks, not sounding terribly happy, but not as nonplussed as you expected. He sighs when you nod slowly. “Alright. I’ll start from the top, then.”

He tells you his name is still in fact Hobie Brown, and he was bitten by a radioactive spider three years ago. Formerly a runway model, though not a role model, he’s been protecting the streets of his hometown against the PM. When he’s not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, or staging unpermitted political “action-slash-performance art pieces,” he’s out partying with his friends.

“And don’t call me a hero,” he ends with a frown. “Hate the label. Calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing, narcissistic autocrat.”

When he stops, you have both hands to your temples, pressing down hard. You can deal with his anti-authority spiel just fine—some part of you even agrees with the sentiment—but there is so much to unpack prior to the statement.

“So you— you have actual spider powers? Oh my God?” you sputter, eyes blown wide in an expression of surprise you’re sure looks exaggeratedly dreadful. “What even— that’s— what even are spider powers?”

“Dunno really.” Hobie gives a shrug. “Enhanced hearing, speed, vision, and sticking to walls are the main perks. Also links up to my—”

“Can you shoot webs out of your butt?” you blurt in a sudden horrible realization.

There’s a few seconds of tense silence before Hobie bursts into laughter, arms crossed around his torso to hold himself, shoulders bunched to his ears. The ring of his joy through the air lifts a weight from it and suddenly the atmosphere doesn’t feel as crushing as before.

Witnessing his state, it doesn’t take long for unease to fade away and for you to start softly chuckling with him.

“You’re so jokes,” Hobie cackles, a hand over his eyes as he leans back. A long, shuddering breath tears through him in his attempt to calm down. “But to answer your question, no I can’t shoot webs out of my arse.”

“Thank God,” you breathe, clutching your heart. “Wouldn’t have looked at you the same if you said you could.”

“I don’t think I can look at you the same after you just asked that.”

“Hey, in my defense it was just to get to know you better.”

“I’m sure that’s all it was.” Hobie gives you a pointed look, but is quick to smile after. “Speaking of which, I came in to ask you something as well.”

“Oh?” You blink. The sudden shift in conversation is unprecedented, taking you slightly by surprise, but suspicion is quick to replace your wonderment when you notice a change in Hobie’s features. A squint narrows your eyes. “What are you plotting?”

“Nothing, it’s just I have an excuse now that you know me better.” He pauses briefly, staring at you for a moment. “I wanted to ask if I could know you a little better.”

Your lips purse in confusion at the phrase, forehead pinching. “But you already know me?” you ask, brow raised. “Don’t tell me you forgot everything already.”

“I didn’t,” Hobie reassures gently. “I was just thinking instead of talking over a counter we could do it over dinner? Maybe a movie, if you have the time?”

A beat passes and suddenly realization sets in, drawing all the air out of you. The smallest groan escapes you as you bury your face in your palms, the skin of your neck and cheeks burning hot. Every inch of you seems more sensitive in your mortification—were you always this close to Hobie, and was his cologne always that strong?

“I’m an idiot,” you whisper from between the gap in your hands. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

Hobie supplies a soft chuckle to ease your embarrassment. “You’re not. It came out pretty corny anyways.”

“I can’t believe I’m getting asked out by a guy with spider powers.”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

You groan again, a tight breath pressed against your fingers. “You are so lucky you’re cute, Hobie Brown.”

It is as endearing as it is exasperating that you can practically hear how big his smile is. “You free tomorrow?”

“Anytime past five,” you reply softly, slowly inching your hands away from your face to peer at him. “Where should I meet you?”

Hobie’s grin tilts sideways at the query, a new sparkle of mischief brightening his eye. “I’ll come pick you up.”

Dates aren’t exactly a new concept to you—you’ve been on a handful, and they all go about the same. The first time, someone shows up with flowers or a small gift to start the evening right, then you’re whisked away for three hours to some place to hang around and have fun. It’s conventional, it’s safe—sometimes you enjoy the company more than the actual activity, leading to a second or third outing, but there’s nothing too special about the dance you do with routine.

Along this line of reasoning, Hobie crash-landing on your balcony with one of the most ridiculous offers of transportation isn’t exactly the way you imagined your date would start.

“You are not web-swinging me to Manhattan,” you tell him, still inside your apartment, arms crossed and shaking your head vigorously. “I don’t care what you have set up, I’m not gonna risk going splat on the damn concrete.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Hobie pushes playfully. “Promise I won’t drop you.”

You frown, brows furrowing and lips pursing as you glare at him. He returns the look as calm as ever, a slight smile edging the corners of his mouth and stance open in invitation. The way he holds himself has uncertainty creeping to you, forcing out your fervent disagreement in favor of consideration in a rather slick way of persuasion.

Perhaps you should’ve known you wouldn’t win, with the sheer difference in your demeanors. Your staredown continues for a couple of minutes before you sigh, breaking eye contact with a reluctant drop of your chin and a gentle moan of diffidence.

“Can I at least close my eyes?” you mumble, walking out and shutting the balcony door behind you.

“You can do whatever you want,” Hobie replies, sliding on his mask and gloves. “Just hold on tight.”

Stifling a breath when his arm wraps around the small of your back and under your thighs, you cling to his shoulders as he lifts you up and climbs on the railing.

“You ready?” His chest rumbles under your touch when he speaks, and you can only give a small nod in your position, heart pounding against your ribs and face buried deep in the nape of his neck.

Hobie laughs—a deep, warm sound—and then launches off your balcony.

There are no words to truly describe the feeling that swallows you while in freefall. Wind blasts past your ears in violent howls, gravity pulls your figure down but your insides up, and the only thing you have to ground yourself is the feel of Hobie as you clutch him with every bit of strength you possess. Adrenaline thrums through every vein, lighting your nerves on fire and prickling your skin with gooseflesh; even your energy to scream depletes into fueling the rush that floods your senses.

Upon the first pull up, Hobie’s web catching a surface to swing from, your gut lurches and a serrated gasp shudders through you. Your arms pull you impossibly closer to him, fingers clawing to dig deeper into the back of his vest.

“Easy now,” he chuckles, sounding miles away with how loud your heart beats in your ears. “I promised I wasn’t gonna drop you, didn’t I?”

“D-Doesn’t make it better,” you gasp, shivering now that the breeze whips against your back.

“Try to relax—we’ll be there soon.” Though he says it like it’s the easiest thing in the world, it proves contrary to the way his grip tightens around you with the next swing.

Despite how comforting the gesture is, you find that you can’t relax much while still flying through New York a hundred feet in the air.

After what seems like days of travel, Hobie finally lands on solid ground, giving you a moment to catch your breath before setting you down gently. His arms are threaded underneath yours as you try to balance on shaky legs, knees bent and feeling all too much like jelly for your own comfort.

“I feel like a newborn deer,” you sigh, voice trembling from the withdrawal of adrenaline. Jitters quiver your fingers, lightly chatter your teeth, and shake the thin chamber of your chest. “My God, how do you even get used to this?”

“Gotta learn to trust yourself,” Hobie hums smoothly. “First time’s always a tad tricky.”

You only nod, gaze now pinned to the ground as he gradually guides you forward, step by step, until you’re stable enough to slowly walk on your own. From there, the slightest incline of your head brings your attention to a small spread of food and flowers laid out nicely on a patterned blanket. A warmth comes to settle in your core at the sight, softening your eyes and easing the tenseness in your limbs—contentment reaches you and the stress gained from the ride here begins to fade, if only by a little.

“Hobie, this is so sweet,” you coo, pleasure lightening the tone of your voice.

His rings just as sweetly through the evening air. “Good to hear—would’ve been gutted if you didn’t like it.”

You laugh at the response, casting an affectionate glance at him that just grows fonder upon meeting his charming reciprocation. The bend of his brow, the part and curve of his lips, the crinkle of his eye—all of it has you transfixed for a generous moment, barely able to notice the way your navel aches with longing in your stupor.

The feeling persists throughout the evening, present in every winding conversation and instance of quiet shared between the two of you. It’s rather freeing to be unconstrained by the formalities usually held by the label of a first date and to sense such endearment for the whole of it. There is no talking to only talk—every sentiment has meaning, every word punctuated by some semblance of tenderness; there is no awkward atmosphere brought about by nervous tension—you rest comfortably, leaning back on your hands, as does Hobie, elbows on crossed legs, positioned towards you.

Hours pass by easily in the space, kissing the sky with hues of orange and gold and violet as they bid a teary farewell, trails of light following in the wake of their departure. Yawning clouds push to the east, unlined shapes dissipating with the fleeting luster. Soon, the New York city skyline is only a bleak, black horizon that cradles a half-yolked sun just shy of its surface.

Golden rays grace your skin, full and temperate and real. You’re just about to gush to Hobie about how this is your favorite time of the day when you’re stopped by the shallow movement of his arm.

He shifts to pick the carnation laid closest to your hand, snaps off the longer part of its stem, then tucks it delicately behind your ear. Wordlessly, he adjusts the petals, and grins when they seem to his liking.

You’re practically bursting at the seams when he retracts his hand, fingers ghosting the curve of your cheek on their path back. Heat rushes to your neck, white-hot on a quick shot up to heat every inch of your face. The sensation catches your breath, widens your eye, tucks the tip of your bottom lip between your teeth, and all you can do is sit and watch Hobie as he admires you.

There’s a look in his eye that you hope is reflected in yours, how beautiful he is. The warm vermillion hue of the sun hits his complexion and it’s like there’s nothing else in the world to behold but him.

Suddenly you find yourself reaching for the flowers on the blanket, clasping multiple in one hand and halving the stems with the other.

Leaning forward, palms stained with sap, you place the carnations in each of Hobie’s wicks, uncaring of the smell of chlorophyll or the tremble of your fingers. You only return to your seat and wipe your hands when you finish, the expanse of his head dotted in small blooms, all that’s left of the original bouquet messily cut stems and loose leaves.

A breathy laugh escapes you at the sight, light and happy and bright. “You are so pretty, Hobie,” you whisper, your heart swelling with adoration. “And I wanna kiss you so bad right now.”

He smiles. “I’m not going to stop you,” he says, then wraps his arms around you when you crush your lips to his.

You feel you must be drunk on something, but are entirely too far gone to care the slightest bit. Hobie is every bit as soft and warm as you imagined, his hold homely, his scent familiar. Breathing him in, bergamot, plum, and sandalwood filling your lungs, a dreamy sigh stutters out of your nose before you start to move.

The kiss takes on a steady rhythm then, perhaps the easiest thing you’ve had to follow. Each press of your lips against his finds just the right amount of resistance, the feel of his piercing snug as it nudges you in every shift. Your hands find purchase in cupping his face, fingertips smoothing the silver studs that line his ears and thumbs stroking his cheeks.

Hobie’s touch rests just shy of your waist, the bend of his elbows against your ribs, palms flat against your scapula. His chest rises and falls with every breath, a slight hitch in the motion when you crawl to his lap, sitting in the space between his legs.

The two of you share your own pocket of heaven for a minute longer, then with one last kiss, you part. As your eyes flutter open, Hobie slides a hand off your back to thumb your lip, swiping a finger across your bottom one.

You make a questioning noise but remain unmoving as he works, sliding his digit across sensitive skin.

“My lipstick got on you,” he explains when he finishes, showing you black makeup smeared on his thumb. “I liked the look of it, but didn’t know if you did.”

A gentle laugh spouts from you at his kindness. “I’m all for you giving me a makeover next time,” you say with a grin.

Hobie gives a small chuckle back, delight sparkling in his eye. “Good.”

The afterbuzz of the date still tingles the back of Hobie’s neck even hours later. It’s ten o’clock, the moon at highrise and not a single star in sight in the muddy violet pool that overhangs New York. He’s in the middle of a stakeout, monitoring an energy station reopened as bait for whatever, whoever, might come out in response. The task of fully focusing proves rather hard in the wake of remembering the warmth of you as you held him, the brush of your lips against his, and your small gasps of breath, but he tries anyhow.

Hobie’s just finished shaking off the image of your face in the light of dusk when his watch buzzes. He looks down with a frown, noting the peculiarity of receiving a call this late.

“Gwendy,” he greets, an orange hologram of Stacy appearing with the twist of a dial. “What are you ringing me for?”

“Hey Hobie,” she returns flatly, not providing much else before quickly casting her gaze askance.

From her projection, Hobie can gather that something seems off—Gwen’s stance is completely closed, arms crossed and feet together. What looks like nervousness twists her features, pinches her forehead, pulls her lips tight together. She’s never been good at hiding her emotions, but even this seems exaggerated.

Sobriety seeps into Hobie then, the high of hours ago eroding. “Something wrong?” he asks, voice dropping low.

Gwen pauses, hesitating. “Miguel wants you back at HQ,” is what comes from her after a few seconds. “Now.”

“What about the mission?”

“He just says to leave. There’s been some new intel. That’s all I know.” Gwen swallows thickly, her eyes flickering back to Hobie. “See you soon.”

“Alright, see ya.” The hologram blinks twice, then disappears. Hobie taps on his watch to open a portal back to Earth-928, dubiety sinking its teeth into his thoughts. Miguel was ever the autocrat, so he was never quite fond of the guy, but the way Gwen had come to him—with a fresh feeling that extended beyond terror etched in her expression—that doesn’t sit well. He doesn’t need a spider-sense to recognize that something is amiss.

Somehow, he can’t elude the feeling of dread that creeps to him when he’s swallowed by the vortex.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown/reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown/you #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #across the spider-verse #hobie brown imagine #fluff #angst #kissing <3 yeah #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #i wish this kiss were a canon event i really do #yeah uh hold onto your hats for the last part

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jasper-pagan-witch · 3 years ago

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Books I Recommend For Beginners

I recommend these books for beginner witches (or even other magic users!) who don't know where to start and need a foundation built. These are my go-to recommendations, taken from my recommended reading page. But here, I hope to explain why I recommend these.

Every book here is by an author that is queer/queer-friendly, anti-appropriation, and explains things in a simple way that beginners shouldn't have trouble with. All opinions are my own, nobody gave me any money (but I wouldn't turn down a pizza night tbh) and my reviews are often scathing, so some of the high numbers here should speak for themselves.

If you'd like to see my recommendations for specific topics, send me an ask and I'll scrounge some up for ya!

Grovedaughter Witchery [2016] Bree NicGarran - @breelandwalker (Advice For Beginner Witches page and tag) and @/breenicgarran on Instagram Keywords: secular, practical, DIY and tutorial, spells, plants, candles 10/10 My review

Grovedaughter Witchery is one of my favorite books of all time, fiction and nonfiction alike. If someone came to me and asked for a book that explained fire safety, cursing safely, smoke cleansing without appropriating, solitary witchery and coven witchery, and consent in love magic, this is 100% the one I would give to them.

Kitchen Table Magic [2020] Melissa Cynova - @/melissacynova on Instagram Keywords: secular, broad, spells, divination 7/10

Kitchen Table Magic is one of those books that cleared the hot garbage threshold. It's kinda surface-level and tries to cover a lot in the first half, because the last half is chock full of spells and a guide to several kinds of divination: charm casting, bibliomancy (divination using books), pendulums, automatic writing, scrying and crystal balls, tarot, and bird divination.

The tarot section feels a little...basic, but that may be because I have Kitchen Table Tarot by the same author and I'm very familiar with tarot.

of witchcraft and whimsy [2017] Rose Orriculum - @orriculum (Witchcraft 101 masterpost) and @/orriculum on Instagram Keywords: secular, DIY and tutorial, practical, spells, food, candles 10/10 My review

I would give this book to someone who has never even heard of witchcraft before. It goes over mundane common sense needed for witchcraft (such as "not every divination reading is true" and fire safety), debunking common myths about witchcraft, and how to really get started. There's also information about spell work and making potions and tea spells - in fact, the number of spells in here is quite impressive considering how small the book is.

Every single spell is available freely on Orriculum's blog, so when you buy this book, you're really paying for the convenience of not having to shift through their 101 posts and their spells on their blog.

Queering Your Craft [2020] Cassandra Snow - @/tarotcassandra on Instagram Keywords: pseudo-Wiccan, broad, divination, spells, practical, DIY and tutorial 9/10

This is a thick book. While it's more Wiccan-based than the other ones, I feel like the content is worth enough otherwise to add onto this list. It covers almost everything that a beginner could wonder about, and it approaches it from a queer direction. The author is genderfluid and approaches magic from a queer activist angle, pushing for equality in all aspects of witchcraft and its spaces.

However, there are some problems with this book. It's definitely a pusher for the Wheel of the Year, which is...complicated in its history. The author also says that shadow work (which isn't even witchcraft, it's psychology) is necessary. Mx. Snow also cites poppets as coming from voodoo, hoodoo, or "folk magic" - poppets are from an English folk practice and have been adopted into voodoo and hoodoo because that's part how the practitioners were able to continue their religion, but... Look, I have a whole post in the works with sources discussing poppets and their history, just wait for that.

I also had a note in here about Florida Water and appropriation in this book, but I literally can't find where it was because Past Jasper didn't think to write down the page number it was on. Past Jasper is making things very hard for Current Jasper.

But besides these three (four?) problem spots, I still do recommend it. For a book covering a wide array of topics, it's thick enough that it's able to give most of these topics the attention and respect that they deserve.

#jasper post #beginner #guide #books #witch authors #bree nicgarran #breelandwalker #orriculum rose #rose orriculum #orriculum #cassandra snow #melissa cynova #kitchen table magic #queering your craft #grovedaughter witchery #of witchcraft and whimsy

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electric-hydrangea · 4 years ago

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bunch of nikolai/sigma fics i wrote

Masterpost Gogsig Carrd

Mercy (NSFW)

Rules (NSFW)

kiss and swallow (NSFW)

Lay Your Love On Me (NSFW)

Nikolai/Sigma Fluff Scenarios (Fluff)

All Over You (NSFW)

Wicked Games (NSFW)

Hoodoo (Angst)

Skin Vision (NSFW)

Letting It Wither (Angst)

these are all of my gosig fics so far

if i write more, this’ll be updated

if you’re looking for more information about me, here’s my carrd

#gosig #nikolai gogol #sigma bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd #gogma #gogsig #sigma #it's in chronological order of publication #nikolai bsd #nikolai gogol bsd #gogol bsd #gogol #siglai #nikolai/sigma

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thevirginwitch · 2 years ago

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Thank you @thevintagefemme for tagging me in this post!

I have done a small amount of research on practices within the Texas area (local Texans, wya), however, a majority of these practices are going to stem from Mexican culture and beliefs. Typically, any non-indigenous practices were brought here from those who immigrated from Europe/Ireland/Scotland/etc.

That being said, it's beneficial to research Texas folklore. It will be difficult to find much, especially because it wasn't really considered "magic" or "witchcraft" back then - it was just considered 'superstition' or 'tradition'. And, not unlike Hoodoo/Voodoo practices from our lovely New Orleans neighbors, these traditions/practices typically were against the idea of witchcraft, and protected against witches.

NOW, onto a few specific items/resources:

A post about the use of snakes in Texas folk medicine

txwitchery on Tumblr - no longer active, but still has some useful things floating around

Texas Folklore masterpost by yours truly (will be updated regularly, just haven't been working on it as of recently)

And here are a few books I currently have in my to-read pile:

Black Cats, Hoot Owls, and Water Witches: Beliefs, Superstitions, and Sayings from Texas by Kenneth W. Davis (1989)

Death Lore: Texas Rituals, Superstitions, and Legends of the Hereafter (Publications of the Texas Folklore Society) by Kenneth Untidt

Legends of Texas (Publications of the Texas Folklore Society) by J. Frank Dobie (1924) - available to view online

Mexican Border Ballads and Other Lore by Mady Coggin Boatright (2000)

Some Still Do: Essays on Texas Customs (Publication of the Texas Folklore Society) by Francis Edward Abernethy (2000)

Texas Folk Medicine: 1,333 Cures, Remedies, Preventives, and Health Practices by John Q. Anderson (1970) - available to view online

(I have all these books in PDF form, so feel free to hit me up if you need copies!)

I hope this helps! (Also, feel free to DM me anytime - I love meeting new local folks, especially those interested in learning about folklore practices within the area!)

🆘️🆘️🆘️

does anyone have any resources on researching american southern folk magic?

NOT appalachian, im specifically looking for resources on texan (+ surrounding regions) folk magic and practices that are NOT appropriative as a very-much-white person. texas has a long, varied, bloody history of destroying/appropriating/assimilating mexican and native cultures and i am very wary of this as well.

i'm open to learning about other cultures' practices within this region, but i am looking more for things i can include in my own practice.

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according-to-the-laura · 3 years ago

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January 18, 2022

2x11: Playthings

Written by: Matt Witten

Directed by: Charles Beeson

Original air date: January 18, 2007

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Dean investigate a Connecticut inn run by a single mother where mysterious deaths are taking place. They find evidence of Hoodoo, and try to figure out who is causing the chaos.

Features:

Creepy hotels, giant doll houses, they “look the type”, spooky little girls, Sam has a guilt complex, Dean makes a promise he will absolutely not be able to keep, not-so-imaginary friends,

My Thoughts:

This is one of those pre-Cas episodes that for some reason I’ve seen a bunch of times. Like when I think about seasons 1-2, I think about Playthings, Dead in the Water, and Bloody Mary. It’s good stuff! Nice to have an episode for the Samgirls to balance things out a little.

The think I love about Sam’s character, especially in the early seasons when the writers were better at doing his plotlines, is how when he’s faced with a perceived failure on his part, he tends to go all out on trying to prove to himself and others that he’s a good person, where Dean hits the self-destruct button a little more. It’s an interesting character contrast.

Also, I think Sam should get drunk and call Dean short more often. I like when he gets to be funny.

I was trying to find a post that was going around a while ago from someone who hadn’t seen a lot of Supernatural but had been working under the assumption that Dean was queer just based on the scene where Sam says people think Dean is overcompensating, but I couldn’t find it. If anyone knows which one I’m talking about let me know and I’ll link it here later.

The point is, that sure was an acting choice, huh? Sam doesn’t give a shit beyond the fact that he doesn’t want people to think he’s having sex with his brother, but Dean is a bit fixated on why people think they’re gay, and then when Sam casually throws him under the bus as siblings do, he shuts down and looks away and doesn’t respond in kind. And then in one of the scenes immediately following, he retaliates by giving Sam the more effeminate hobby of doll collecting.

Other than that, I really like the design of this old hotel, I like that the bar reminded me of The Shining, I liked the young actress playing Maggie, and I liked the accidental Scoobynatural foreshadowing (although as we’ll see, Dean is going to be way more into Fred than Daphne by then). Supernatural has a bad habit of getting absolutely everything wrong about any cultural mythology that isn’t white (and even some white cultures, too), but at least the hoodoo in this episode was used out of love for protection rather than for evil. I like that the ending is kind of sweet, that at the end of the day Maggie was a child who was acting out because she felt abandoned and alone.

Notable Lines:

“Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside.”

“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we're gay?” “Well, you are kinda butch. Probably think you're overcompensating.”

“You’re bossy. And short.”

“The more people I save, the more I can change! [...] You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever... turn into something that I'm not… you have to kill me.”

“Yeah, what are you gonna do, poke her with a stick? Dude! You're not gonna poke her with a stick!”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 8.3

IMdB Rating: 8.4

13x10: Wayward Sisters

Written by: Robert Berens & Andrew Dabb

Directed by: Phil Sgriccia

Original air date: January 18, 2018

Plot Synopsis:

When Dean and Sam go missing Jody Mills calls Claire Novak and tells her to come home they need to find the Winchesters. As they search for Kaia the dreamcatcher who opened the rift Jody is worried about Patience's vision.

Features:

The GOOD backdoor pilot, the team comes together, if not love at first sight than something, Dreamhunter ship origins, brotherly bickering in a blue hellscape, oofta, Claire gets a flamethrower, Kaia “dies”.

My Thoughts:

GOD this backdoor pilot had so much potential, it’s criminal that it didn’t get picked up. I so badly want the girls to pick Jack up post season 15 and be like “Sam and Dean and Cas are on a hunting trip and they haven’t come home in a while” and all of them go on adventures together. Imagine it! (Yes I am open for fic recs.)

I don’t really remember Alex and how she joined the crew, but she’s so steady under pressure, it’s amazing. Add in Patience’s visions and anxiety and Claire’s fire keg, and it’s a great mix of characters. Plus, we get more exploration of Jody’s character and how her driving force is her love for her dead son and her adopted daughters.

I’m also a big Donna girl, and she is a total badass in this episode. She’s really come into her own in hunting in a big way, which is super satisfying to see.

The monsters are kind of charming in that they look like Doctor Who characters, but the giant looks ridiculous. If you don’t have the budget to do good cgi, you shouldn’t do cgi. Half the reason the earlier seasons look better is that they use practical effects more often.

I love watching Sam and Dean sit in a hellscape and bicker. It’s just very funny to me that all they did this episode was eat hot lizard and get captured.

Kaia and Claire are a great ship and I really wish we got to see them interact on screen more. It’s awesome that Claire’s queer status is going to be confirmed in reference to Kaia later, but it seems crazy to me that we never see their reunion. They hit so many good romance tropes in this episode and then it gets kind of abandoned. They showed each other their scars! They want to protect each other from danger!And hey, speaking of Kaia coming back, is there any explanation of how she survives that stab wound? It seems like it should have been extremely fatal without serious medical intervention, especially since Dark Kaia removed the impaled object which is a big no in first aid. I guess Dark Kaia could have bandaged her up before going through the portal, but she should have major damage to her internal organs.

The colour palette of the Bad Place is hysterically bad. You need to balance it a little better when the fire is practically green onscreen. Phil Sgriccia’s weird shaky-cam-fast-zoom-reality-tv style directing makes another, slightly more subdued appearance, but it’s taking down my enjoyment of him as a director significantly. Rewatch the scene where Patience comes back into the house after trying to leave and tell me that he was making good choices.

Notable Lines:

“I kill monsters. That’s who the hell I am.”

“It's Sam and Dean, they’re missing. [...] They were on a hunting trip and I haven’t heard from them in a few days.”

“This is just all way too freaky. I mean, your mom’s out burying a monster in the backyard.” “Well, §you gotta bury him somewhere.”

“If you go, I’ll go with you.”

“Donna, I cannot lose another child.”

“I’ll protect you.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.0

IMdB Rating: 8.3

In Conclusion: These episodes are a really interesting look at how much the show has developed from early to late seasons. The colour palette is worse, but I love when it allows itself to be an ensemble show.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #2x11 #Playthings #13x10 #Wayward Sisters #the fun thing about looking for that post about Playthings is that I accidentally found a bunch of w*incesties to block #also when i was trying to write the second half of this my dog kept putting her head on the keyboard #so sweet but so hard to type #edited to add the rating i missed somehow thank u nic for proofreading for me

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kafkasmelomania · 3 years ago

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November 20, 2021: Kenka Oyaji by Minoru “Hoodoo” Fushimi

*Bandcamp here

Resources for social change:

Palestine masterpost

Black Lives Matter masterpost

(via https://open.spotify.com/album/65CBHO8UlK9hleV8ewBUMY?si=N93szCEFQa65Ga_rbZ9EJQ)

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torque-witch · 4 years ago

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Hey there! I saw on you masterpost for witchy tags you follow that Christian witch is the 2nd tag listed; I'm just exploring the path from a very close-minded Christian family and wondering 1)If you identify as a Christian witch and 2)How the two beliefs work for you if so. The Bible confirms the existence of witchcraft but also condemns it at the same time - Ive seen people call on archangels instead of various deities but im wondering about the ideology not the mechanics if that makes sense

Hello!

1) I don’t identify as a Christian anymore

2) Biblical reference is used a lot in traditional and folk magic, mostly as far as I’ve seen in Southern/Appalachian traditions and British/European - I believe it may also be blended in Hoodoo/Voodoo, but I don’t recommend looking there unless you are BIPOC and have ancestors that were enslaved.

Basically, Christianity has made its way into many spiritualities and practices because of the sheer force of colonization and the need to preserve tradition of those affected by it. Many cultures had to adopt Christian traditions in order to survive. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t have value, but I do think there has to be an understanding of why it is there and you need to come to a conclusion about its importance to you.

For me personally, it’s still hard to break completely from Christianity even now. Even just in an aesthetic sense, I like to collect religious iconography and sometimes repurpose it for my own practice.

Also. Especially when looking at Catholic traditions - so many of those rituals are closely related to witchcraft as we understand it. I think something I’ve taken away from the Bible in general is that Christians aren’t exempt from participating in magic. But just as God confirms the existence of other deities, this is just another example of how jealous of a god he is.

Basically - you control what witchcraft means to you. You control what God means to you. Or deity in general. For me, it makes more sense to think of specific deities as archetypes of the human experience. But there are numerous ways to interpret deity. I think it would be unfair to recognize pagan deities and not God at the same time, but that doesn’t mean I need to pay him any attention. His message just doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.

Anyway. It’s really just dependent on how you perceive deity and spiritual beings. If you’re operating on archetypes, it makes sense to call upon Angels and Demons alike in order to meet specific needs. I don’t really see them as good or bad, because mythology paints a picture in the details that both are capable of the same deeds. Just like in witchcraft there is no “white” or “black” (honestly try to not use problematic language like this) in and of itself. You decide how to direct your practice based on your own morals and needs.

I’d recommend reading “Southern Cunning” by Aaron Oberon if you’re interested in how to incorporate the Bible into your practice. And again, lots of folk and regional traditions tend to include scripture in spells as well.

I would also reach out to specifically Christian witches, who may have a more structured idea of how to blend the two ideologies. I honestly haven’t seen much from the community lately, but they are definitely here!

Anyone else is also welcome to comment and/or correct me! It’s much more complicated than all this, but that’s my general opinion about the issue.

And if you’re wondering, a majority of the witchcraft community agrees that witchcraft is not tied to any religion! So if you want to be a witch and a Christian, it’s not problematic unless that is a belief you personally hold.

Best of luck!

#torquetalks #christian witchcraft

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brujabanter · 6 years ago

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taino masterpost!

taino masterpost

so i made a post a whiiiiile ago trying to signal boost taino/hoodoo blogs. more to connect with my ancestral practices. and i’ve gotten a few messages that asked me what i found and in talking with some of y’all, i’ve decided to make a masterpost of the information that i’ve found. maybe we can all compile our posts together and learn! so here goes!

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the information below i got from this website: study & taino

most of the information, you have to unlock by subscribing to the website and i can’t afford to do that yet, so yeah...if any of y’all would like to unlock it and spread the information around, that’d be great. and before y’all say “that’s plagiarizing” or “just subscribe”, i’d like to remind you...this is my ancestral right. my ancestors knew this. the only reason i don’t is because colonization happened to my people and we lost a lot of information and my family did not pick up the practices. this is my culture. i ain’t plagiarizing shit. thank u, next.

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Taino Gods and Goddesses

The Taino word for 'gods' were zemi. These zemi were the various gods, goddesses, spirits, and ancestors they worshiped. Zemi was also the name given to the wooden or stone effigies of these gods. These gods and goddesses are still being researched today, and only little bits of information have been confirmed, but there are several gods that we do have a decent amount of information about.

Many of the Taino gods are still being uncovered, but we do know about a handful of major deities.

Atabey: Considered the most supreme of the gods, the goddess Atabey is important because she is the mother of gods and the initial creator. In fact, she even gave birth to herself, making her one of the more powerful of creation gods in mythic study. She was also the goddess of music, fertility, and beauty. She was depicted as a frog-like figure who is, more often than not, in the birthing position, to symbolize her importance as mother of all.

Guabancex: Goddess of storms and the destruction they bring, Guabancex actually has a lasting legacy in English culture. She was often accompanied by two twin entities who announced her arrival: thunder and wind. Together with them, they created the juracan, a word the Spanish settlers would later translate to huracan, which is more well-known to us as a hurricane. Due to the violent and destructive aftermath of hurricanes, Guabancex was often portrayed as having a very volatile temper.

Yocahu: Yocahu is the leading god of the Taino people. He is the son of Atabey and god of the sea. However, like most gods who lead a people, Yocahu lives in the sky to keep watch over the Taino people. He is also considered a god of fertility as well, and was associated with the Taino's main crop, the root known as cassava. Farmers would bury statues of Yocahu to bless their fields in the hopes of assuring good crops.

Some minor gods and goddesses helped fill out the pantheon.

Baibrama was an assistant god to Yocahu who helped with the planting of cassava. He was also a healing god who would cure people of poisoning from cassava.

Boinayel and Márohu were the twin gods of the gentle rains to grow healthy crops.

Finally, there was Maketaori Guayaba, the god of the underworld.

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wikipedia’s information on taino culture: taino wiki

some, if not all, of this information is from the wiki that i just took out as important to me:

Taíno spirituality centered on the worship of zemís. A zemí is a spirit or ancestor. The major Taíno Zemis are Yúcahu and Atabey. Yúcahu, which means spirit of cassava, was the Zemi of cassava – the Taínos' main crop – and the sea. Atabey, mother of Yúcahu, was the zemi of the moon, fresh waters and fertility.

The minor Taíno zemis related to the growing of cassava, the process of life, creation and death. Baibrama was a minor zemi worshiped for his assistance in growing cassava and curing people from its poisonous juice. Boinayel and his twin brother Márohu were the zemis of rain and fair weather, respectively. Guabancex was the non-nurturing aspect of the zemi Atabey who had control over natural disasters. Juracán is often identified as the zemi of storms but the word simply means hurricane in the Taíno language. Guabancex had two assistants: Guataubá, a messenger who created hurricane winds, and Coatrisquie who created floodwaters.

Maquetaurie Guayaba or Maketaori Guayaba was the zemi of Coaybay or Coabey, the land of the dead. Opiyelguabirán', a dog-shaped zemi, watched over the dead. Deminán Caracaracol, a male cultural hero from which the Taíno believed themselves to be descended, was worshipped as a zemí. Macocael was a cultural hero worshipped as a zemi, who had failed to guard the mountain from which human beings arose. He was punished by being turned into stone, or a bird, a frog, or a reptile, depending on interpretation of the myth.

Zemí was also the name the people gave to their physical representations of the Zemis, whether objects or drawings. They were made in many forms and materials and have been found in a variety of settings. The majority of zemís were crafted from wood but stone, bone, shell, pottery, and cotton were also used. Zemí petroglyphs were carved on rocks in streams, ball courts, and on stalagmites in caves. Cemí pictographs were found on secular objects such as pottery, and on tattoos. Yucahú, the zemi of cassava, was represented with a three-pointed zemí, which could be found in conucos to increase the yield of cassava. Wood and stone zemís have been found in caves in Hispaniola and Jamaica. Cemís are sometimes represented by toads, turtles, fishes, snakes, and various abstract and human-like faces.

Some zemís are accompanied by a small table or tray, which is believed to be a receptacle for hallucinogenic snuff called cohoba, prepared from the beans of a species of Piptadenia tree. These trays have been found with ornately carved snuff tubes. Before certain ceremonies, Taínos would purify themselves, either by inducing vomiting with a swallowing stick or by fasting. After communal bread was served, first to the zemí, then to the cacique, and then to the common people, the people would sing the village epic to the accompaniment of maraca and other instruments.

One Taíno oral tradition explains that the Sun and Moon come out of caves. Another story tells of people who once lived in caves and only came out at night, because it was believed that the Sun would transform them. The Taíno believed they were descended from the union of Deminán Caracaracol and a female turtle. The origin of the oceans is described in the story of a huge flood, which occurred when a father murdered his son (who was about to murder the father). The father put the son's bones into a gourd or calabash. When the bones turned into fish, the gourd broke, and all the water of the world came pouring out.

Taínos believed that Jupias, the souls of the dead, would go to Coaybay, the underworld, and there they rest by day. At night they would assume the form of bats and eat the guava fruit.

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Women

Taíno society was based on a matrilineal system, meaning that descent was traced through the mother and that women lived together with other women and their children apart from the men. Because of this Taíno women seem to have had a lot of control over their lives, their co-villagers and their bodies. Since they lived separately from men, they were able to decide when they wanted to involve in sexual contact. This is in part what shaped the views of conquistadors who came in contact with Taíno culture. They reportedly perceived women as "macho women" who had strong control over the men.

Most historical evidence suggests that, although unclear, it seems that Taíno gender roles were non exclusive to most of the activities done in their community.

Taíno women played an important role in intercultural interaction between Spaniards and the Taíno people. When Taíno men were fighting intervention from other groups, women were left back home turning into the primary food producers or ritual specialists. Women seem to have participated in all levels of the Taíno political hierarchy, they went up to occupy roles as high up as being caciques. This meant that Taíno women could potentially give permission to other Taíno men and women to take on important tasks and that they could too make important choices for the village. There is evidence that suggests that the women who were wealthier among the tribe collected crafted goods that they would then use for trade or as gifts.

Despite women being seemingly independent in Taíno society, coming into the era of contact Spaniards took Taíno women as an exchange item, putting them in a non-autonomous position. Dr. Chanca, a physician who traveled with Christopher Columbus, reported in a letter that Spaniards took as many women as they possibly could and kept them as concubines. Some sources report that, despite women being free and powerful before the contact era, they became the first commodities up for Spaniards to trade, or often steal. This marked the beginning of a lifetime of theft and abuse of Taíno women.

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taino - english words and meanings: https://tainopride.webs.com/tainoenglishglossary.htm

taino people names: http://www.taino-tribe.org/teist-h1.htm

taino words: http://www.taino-tribe.org/tedict.html

some more taino words: http://www.native-languages.org/taino_words.htm

more taino information with some bonus links to books about taino culture: http://www.topuertorico.org/reference/taino.shtml

a beautiful taino calling song that always gets stuck in my head! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7Lv4377mpI

that’s all i got so far y’all! if you feel like adding more, please do! let’s all learn together about our culture and our rightful magick!

#taino #brujeria #bruja #culture #puerto rican #cuban #dominican #arawak #hoodoo #ancestral practice #taina #learning

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spiritroots · 7 years ago

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i’m black and i wanted to get into rootwork, and practice hoodoo. i’ve been doing research for a couple of weeks now but i haven’t found anything authentic on how i can get started practicing, do you have any advice on how i could start doing that?

Well, to begin with, there’s the Hoodoo Masterpost if you haven’t seen that yet!

Putting out authentic resources for black rootworkers is one of my biggest goals with this blog. I know several other black rootworkers on Tumblr who either actively write a lot of hoodoo content or who have written a lot in the past even if they aren’t super active anymore.

So I recommend looking through the posts on my resources page and going through my tags, then doing the same for the following hoodoo blogs:

@afrocentric-divination @witch-vomit @bitchcraftandfashion @lady-of-flowers @helpfulblackwitch @woodlandangel @ohthewitchery @themixedwitch @hoodooyousee @unfriendlyblackwitch @thevoodoomama @afrosandathames

If you actively write about hoodoo/rootwork - either with original tutorials of your own or by boosting useful and reliable content - and you’re black, please feel free to reblog this for anon so they know they can follow you and use your blog as a resource also!! Sorry if we’re mutuals and I forgot to tag you

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#ask #hoodoo #rootwork #conjure #resources #masterpost #afromagic #myblog #shoutouts #recommendations #afrowitches #blackwitches

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hoodoo12 · 6 years ago

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Recently, as anyone who scrolls this site knows, there was/is the issue with a “purge” and tag searching not being all it could be. I haven’t had those problems, but tumblr did decide that the very least it could do is delete all the links on my fic masterpost page. So after sobbing and raging and with some help from very awesome friends (THANK YOU to @rixxy8173571m3w1p3, @daddyzanchez, and @porkchop-ao3) with the plucky attitude of, “We can rebuild it. We have the technology. We can make it better than it was. Better, stronger, faster!”, I was able to salvage my page. It’s been reorganized.

There may be a link or two that I’m still searching for, but for the most part, it’s available.

Hoodoo’s Fic Masterpost

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pinetreewitch · 7 years ago

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Really Big Witchy Masterpost

This is everything I have in my google docs pertaining to witchcraft, except my own stuff because I’m too lazy to also do that so here are just some links. I don’t know how organized it is or if some of the links contain fake information (as I usually just save them so I can read them at some point in my life.) Let me know if you find anything problematic or unhelpful, or if you just have suggestions. I’ll probably continuously update this. Have fun!

Astral Projection/Lucid Dreaming magick-

Astral projection Warnings

Planes of Existence

Astronomy/Astrology-

Spells and Moon Phases

Quick Lunar phases and Correspondences

Star Magic

Planetary Rulers

Solar Magic

Cosmic Witchcraft

When to do stuff

Celestial Warding

Simple planetary magic

How to write cosmic spells

Celestial music

Astrology Starter Pack

Astrology, the basics

Planetary botanical blends

Candles, Colours -

Candle colours and meanings (MASTERPOST)

More candle colors

Psychology of Colours

Planets and Colours

Candle Flame Meanings

Crystals-

Cleansing crystals MASTERPOST

Mineral and Crystal safety and care MASTERPOST

Crystals for the green witch

Selenite

Crystal Colour Meanings

Raw Quartz

Different crystal shapes

Cleansing crystals

List of crystals and how to NOT charge them

Astrology crystals idk

Crystals for Dreaming

Divination-

Scrying Methods

Fire Scrying Basics

Hydromancy- (1) (2)

Sea Shell Divination

Runes-

Anglo Saxon runes

Fun ways to divine

Stone casting

Dreamwork-

Dreamwork Correspondents Masterpost

Crystals for Dreaming

Earth Magic-

Earth Magic MASTER

Crystals for the green witch

Using dirt and soil

Energy work-

Sensing energy

Elemental attunement

Charging

Seeing auras

More Auras

Energy work

Energy for beginners - (pt1) (pt2)

“Sinking” (grounding)

Empaths in Crowds

Grounding Visualizations

Energy work master post

Meditation stuff

Empaths

If u cant meditate

Pendulums

Meditation and hypnosis

Warding

Glamours

Faeries-

Faeries

List of fae MASTERPOST

Tuatha de Danann

Faefolk lesson

Faerie Magick

Faerie tradition

Lore

Dryads and other Faery lore

Communication

Seeing

Contact

Offerings

Characteristics

Fae meals

Fae

Faerie Garden

Leanan Sidhe

Offerings to the fae

Grimoire stuff-

Pretty grimoire

Another pretty grimoire

Grimoire ideas

History and random info-

Types of witches (history and other stuff)

The elements?

Witches ladder

Crossroads

Poludnica

Leanan Sidhe

Witch of Endor

Slavic/Russian Pagan Resources

Pretty Latin words relating to the night

Palo Mayombe

Resource blogs

Nocturnal

LAWS OF MAGICK

MORE Laws of magick

Hoodoo and Palo Mayombe

Prayers for modern deities

Unworshipped gods

What is secular witchcraft lmao

Bees in folklore

Persephone (Tumblr post)

Witchcraft in Winter

Jinxes, Hexes, Curses-

What to do after a big curse

Reverse a curse

Sea witch curse

Remove a Curse

Morality?

Alternatives

Kitchen witchcraft-

Basic Ideas

Moon Cakes

Magical Correspondents

Practical and ritual correlations between cooking and the craft

Music-

Majour Scale Correspondences

Minor Scale Correspondences

Music Witchcraft MASTERPOST

Celestial music

Winter solstice music

Paranormal-

Precautions

Lots of tips

Safety

Communing with the dead

Introduction

Spirit Work Basics

Spirits of Place

Automatic Writing

Sensing and recognizing

Necromancy

Plants and Herbs-

Poisonous plants

Rosemary

Dandelion

Blackberry

8 forms of potions

Mistletoe

Herb Growers Cheat Sheet

9 Healing Herbs

Planetary Botanical Herbs

Flower Associations

Common Substitutions In Witchcraft - Herbs and Oils

Herb MASTERPOST

Herbal uses in tea

Bay Leaf

Herbs and stuff used in weather magic

Herbs in Sleep magic

A-Z incense list

Plant tips

More plants and uses and shit

More sleepy herbs

Smoke cleansing with wood

Protection and Warding-

A Crash Course in Warding

shielding master post

Protection sachet

4 shells protection spell

Witches ward

Protection chants

Self Defense MASTERPOST

Aggressive protection jar

Celestial warding

Protection techniques

Malignant spirits, be gone

Warding Meditation

Mistakes in Warding i

Mistakes in Warding ii

Quick protection ward

A long list of ways to spiritually protect yourself

Ultimate protection magic masterpost i

Sachets-

Protection sachet

Sea craft-

Working with the tides

4 shells protection spells

Sea Witchcraft MASTERPOST

Scapegoat (returns to sender idk)

Tips

Landlocked sea witch salt

Calming Gif

Sea witch curse

Charging sea glass

Sea witch stuff

Sea witches bottle

A sea witch is well protected

Sea herbs and plants

Ocean Water

Minerals for Sea Witches

Sea Glass

Sea Shell Divination

“Sinking” (grounding)

Sea Herbs and Plants

Different Waters

More magical water

Sigils and symbols-

Serpent sigil

Sigil MASTERPOST

Some symbols

Alchemical Symbols

Malignant spirits, be gone

Spells-

Writing spells

Spell writing

Knot magic

More Knot Magic

Witches ladder

Witches ward

Cosmetics and Glamour

Glamours

Why wasn’t it successful

Wanna make time seem faster?

Beginner bos

50 simple charms

Sweet ass money spell

To remember more dreams

How to enchant an item

How to make a witches ladder

Sensory Bottle Thing

“Hail the Glow Cloud” a nightvale spell to draw surreal experiences to your area

Casting Glamors

Memory Spell

To Make Someone Forget a Secret

Banishing Nightmares

Spell to “calm the waves” (ease tension between relationships)

Actions

Disposing of Spell Remnants

Time of Day for spells

Alleviate self-hatred

Motivation star jar

Simplicity

Frost Salts

To find something lost - knot magic Sleep remedies

SLeep and dream pillows

Luck and money powder

Sigil for anxiety/panic attacks

Motivation

Spell sheet thing

A touch, a tempest

Chronically Ill Witchcraft

Storm craft-

Knots to bind the wind

More binding

Weather MASTER

Herbs and stuff used in weather magic

More weather stuff

Weather stones and other things

Predicting the sky

Whistling up wind and rain

History of the art of storm calling

Weather magic and folklore

Weather witching

Resources for storm and weather magic

Tempestarii (wiki article)

Traditional storm raising methods

Rainwater

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