#also because of lavender being very strong (smelling) and the other symbolism it has

[shmowder]

Promise this is the last thing I'll send for your event. Your replies to everyone have been so sweet and personalized and I want to acknowledge the time and effort it must take to write them <3

After many graphic design adventures, here is Galina's romance chart! I'm so obsessed with how you can invent an entire human being and still have no idea how they'd behave if you put them in a situation 🧐

The flower is peppermint. Plague doctors would often put strong-smelling flowers and herbs like peppermint inside their beak masks to protect against the plague miasma. It has other medicinal properties as well. Can symbolize virtue, hospitality, clarity, renewal.

Petunias were an extremely close runner-up though. Said to symbolize anger, resentment, perseverance, desire to spend time with someone because you find their company soothing and peaceful :)

If only I put this much effort into other aspects of my life.

"disconcerting amount of eye contact" and "never wants to see another child again" I CAN'T I LOVE HER. If there are no more Galina fans on this earth then now that I am vacationing on mars.

Using the P1 PlagueRat.png as a symbol, it's gold, literally perfection. I thought it couldn't get better until I glimpsed the picture of the actual real leeches, just tucked nicely under the picture of the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Shhh, don't look at the leeches. Look into her mesmerising black eyes instead, no, no, leave the leeches alone, don't worry about it :)

I love how her ideal partner is serious and elegant, oh man I wonder who could that describe? I guess it will always remain a mystery.

Cursed fact, Georgiy Kain meets all of the qualifications for her ideal partner <3 You're very welcome.

It's interesting that she isn't into spa days and blood rituals a bit more. Also I have to give you credits for going all the way with her sign chart, you genuinely understand what's important in here.

Aquarius moon! Of course, I love her, especially as Gemini sun myself. let's uh... sweep that rising under the rug, tho.

You did such a wonderful job, this chart looks so lovely and beautiful! I especially love the lavender-esque hue you picked for her annotations. It fits her a lot.

The song you've picked out sounds lovely. "If not now, not ever. Please do not go." Ouch. I'm enjoying it too much.

[kay-kaylen]

*cracks knuckles*

Alrighty then let's see if we can figure out what these flowers symbolize from tiny photos shall we.

This is either a lavender or a purple hyacinth, both have meanings that would fit these two.

Lavender Associated with royalty, elegance, luxury and generally high status. It's also associated with peace and serenity due to its calming effects.

Purple hyacinth Symbolizes deep regret and sorrow, generally either used at funerals or to ask for forgiveness

This one was really tough but I THINK it's a red trillium??

Red trilliums are generally unappealing flowers because they smell really putried, like a wet dog, in order to attract flies. Symbolically, they represent recovery; the ability to overcome life's challenges with dignity, strength and grace, and inner connection between one's physical and spritual self.

Very obviously a yellow pansy. They are pretty solidly stated to be a flower symbolizing optimism and joy

Right next to the pansy is a purple carnation, if I'm not mistaken. Has MANY varied meanings.

The most common one is capriciousness aka unpredictability. Giving it to a loved one is basically saying: "I can't tell what you're going to do next." Which can have both positive and negative connotations.

The second most common use for purple carnations is for funerals to express condolences. It can also symbolize a sincere "I'm sorry." when given to someone as an apology.

Lastly, some people associate the flower with success and wealth, but that has less to do with it being a carnation and moreso that it is purple.

Don't think I would miss the other pansy. But honestly, I have no idea whether this is a white or purple pansy, which was...incredibly annoying. But both have suitable meanings and can honestly represent BOTH of them.

White pansy Symbolizes innocence and purity

Purple pansy As with most purple flowers, symbolizes wealth, royalty and high status

I think this is a white lily but honestly, it could be any white flower and I'd believe it. But I lean towards white lilies.

Has a strong meaing of hope and purity, new beginnings, rebirth etc. It is a very popular flower to be used at weddings.

Me upon seeing this new Blue Lock official art.

“Nagi is sooo adorable!!”

“Hmm, For someone who is supposed to have white as their color, you sure have A LOT of purple flowers.”

“Wait, it that-“

“Why is bro making a flower crown😂”

“Dude can’t even feed himself, what on earth could possibly motivated him to take up arts and craft despite being half asleep and have to be physically supported by a teddy bear to even sit up right?”

“Nwm, forget I asked’

[hexusproductions]

Lavender Heart

Summary: You visit Levi again while running from other creatures in the temple. He’s usually focused on himself, but you manage to catch his attention with something unexpected; the simple truth. Author’s Note: A story written for ‘Legal Levi’, one of the characters from the eldritch god dating sim concept created by @couldyounottalktomethanks. Written in second person with a gender neutral reader.

Running away from another one of Jezzie’s attempts to turn you into a living tarot card gave you very few options of where to go in the temple.

Levi’s study was, as always, cluttered. He had a habit of collecting things in jars, including the same tiny mushroom creatures that ran about underfoot. It was already a small room, and you had to be wary not to step on anything. Levi himself was sitting at the desk, highlighting parts of some stack of documents. You wondered if he had ever owned a chair or if he always folded up on his goat legs like a furry brown loaf.

“Hi.”

Levi jumped and swivelled his torso around, blinking glassy silver eyes at you before putting his pen down. He stood up and turned around fully, gaze never leaving yours.

“Hello.”

Your pulse was still racing a little after running from Jez. Levi’s eyes narrowed a little.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Almost died again.” You brushed yourself off, taking another step closer. Levi stepped back, hooves clicking, large hands woven together at his stomach.

“And you’re alright?” He asked. You looked down, taking note of the fact that he had upheld the distance between you, but gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah. Not a scratch.” Levi didn’t usually worry over you. You’d been in his company a few times since entering this messed up temple, but this was the first time he had ever openly done so. It was almost sweet.

Levi’s fingers brushed over your cheek and you tensed up out of surprise. He pulled his hand away immediately – still hovering in the air close by – and set his mouth in a firm line.

“No…not a one.” He confirmed. He took another step back and straightened, and the loss of contact made you feel more guilty than disappointed.

“Sorry. I just didn’t know you were going to do that.” You moved forward again, to the point where he couldn’t retreat any further without hitting the desk, “It’s okay if you want to check on me.” Levi stared at you, the eyeglasses doing wonders for his stony expression, before clearing his throat.

“I just wanted to make sure you were alright, so I didn’t have to, call anyone for help.” His volume lowered the longer he was talking. You caught the sight of his tail wagging for a split-second, and you smiled wide.

“Are you feeling okay?” You hoped that he was, but you also hoped that his tail meant what you thought it did. Levi shifted and cleared his throat.

“I’m completely fine.” He turned to collect the papers on his desk back into one neat pile. You nodded in understanding but kept smiling, albeit smaller and a little knowing. You joined Levi at the desk as a little mushroom waddled off at full speed with his pen.

“What are you working on?” You asked, folding your hands together like Levi had.

“Oh it’s a, case regarding whether daylight savings and weather events interfered with a deal that had until sundown to be completed.” Levi patted the paper and curled his fingers into a loose fist, no longer looking at you, “Whatever you need just put it on the pile and I’ll give it a look when I can.” He started to turn away from you, apparently prepared for the conversation to be over. You chuckled and touched his arm.

“I don’t have a lawsuit or anything.”

Levi paused, turning back to you.

“You don’t?”

“No!” You removed your arm but smiled at him, “I don’t need a contract to want to spend time with you.”

Levi stared again. His eyes, usually thin and stern, were wide and his jaw slack. He was usually so collected, but right now it looked like he wasn’t sure what to feel. Your breath caught in your throat at such an expression.

“Oh.” Levi said, and there was a long pause before he smiled, “Thank you.” It was small in size, but giant compared to his usual.

“You’re welcome.” You managed, resisting the urge to clutch your chest. Someone caring about him outside of a professional setting was enough to make him happy.

Levi tilted his head and held his hands together again as he made a three point turn, seemingly shifting in place again.

“I’m not particularly busy at the moment, so if you’d like to stay, then I would be alright with that.” He said. He was watching you intently.

“Stay in here with you?” You questioned. Levi shrugged. He seemed to hesitate, even though he wasn’t the one who was meant to answer. It didn’t make much of a difference to your response.

“I’d love to.”

Another tail wag. Levi stepped to the side to make room for you, then took a seat himself. You accepted the silent invitation and nestled up next to him. The brown fur was a little coarse, but not too unpleasant.

“You really need some affection, huh?” You teased. Levi frowned.

“Nonsense. It’s important to take breaks while you’re working.” He didn’t look at you as he said it, grabbing a book from the shelf behind him, but you decided not to push. Even if you didn’t really believe him.

“If you say so.”

Levi didn’t respond to that, flicking open the book to a dog-eared page. You settled back against his side. The silence felt a little awkward at first, what with Levi not saying a word to you as he read, but it wasn’t uncomfortable enough for you to want to leave. After being told to stay, it was unlikely that Levi had wanted the opposite. As a matter of fact, it felt like he was growing more comfortable the longer he could feel your weight against him.

Levi had one arm lowered to support the book he was reading. You looked at the arm for a moment, then reached out to hold it. Levi tensed, but almost immediately settled, making no move to stop you. You got a little more daring and looped your arm around his entirely, snuggling up to it instead. You looked up, gauging Levi’s reaction, and to your surprise his cheeks seemed to have darkened.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.” Levi muttered. You smiled and rested against his arm. You weren’t at all interested in whatever he was reading.

You’d met a lot of weird people here. ‘People’ was a very loose term, considering none of them were human. But even if Levi did frequently argue with Jezzie and Ariana, he had never tried to kill you. He seemed to have his moments of being sweet and nice, and during those moments, you genuinely liked him.

The book snapped closed, and you blinked and looked up to see Levi watching you again.

“What?”

“Nothing. You look happy.”

“I am happy. And comfy.” You pressed against his sweater a little more. Levi smiled again, but then it shrank to a tiny frown. He scrambled to a stand without warning, almost dropping you in the process.

“What happened?” You stood up as Levi rummaged through his collected bits and bobs. A mushroom squeezed between two empty jars and waved both arms, pointing upwards. Levi patted its cap approvingly and hopped up onto his hind legs.

“What are you doing??” He seemed like he was in a hurry, whatever he was looking for, and you watched with confusion.

“One second.” Levi had enough height now to barely reach one of the topmost shelves, rolling an open jar into his large hands. He was careful – you could now hear the jar had water sloshing around inside of it – and shielded the top while he dropped back onto all fours.

You finally realised what he was doing when you saw the array of flowers contained in the jar like a vase. Some of them seemed on their way out, but Levi examined the best of the bunch before plucking his choice. A yellow wildflower, completely healthy, and he held it towards you.

“Here. Thank you for spending time with me, dear.”

You accepted the gift, holding the flower delicately between your fingers.

“Aww. Thank you.” You couldn’t tell if colour had appeared on your own face, but a faint tinge betrayed Levi’s otherwise level expression.

“You’re welcome.” If his hands hadn’t been wrapped around the jar, you might have felt tempted to hold them. But you were just as happy holding onto the flower he had picked for you.

Levi’s grip fidgeted, and he stepped away to return the jar of flowers.

“I didn’t know you collected living things too. Except, you know, those guys.” You pointed to the handful of mushroom guys that had been placed in ‘time-out’ jars. Most of the mushrooms had once been human beings, so not all of them were okay with spending day after day walking around a fae creature’s study.

“I usually collect things that I like.” Levi explained. He walked back towards you, and held his hand towards the flower still in yours.

“You deserve something beautiful.”

That wide smile returned to your face, and you took Levi’s extended hand before it could disappear.

“Thank you.” You said again. You saw Levi’s rare smile for the third time, and he slipped his hand from yours to hold it near his chest.

“Well, I, um.” He backed away to the desk again, “If you don’t need anything else, you can let yourself out whenever you’d like.” Apparently his brief show of vulnerability had ended, and he was retreating back to the safety of a cold outer shell.

“Levi.” The change was sudden, but you could understand it, and the gift he had given to you confirmed that it wasn’t from a place of dislike, “Can I come back later?”

Levi blinked and turned back around to his desk, taking his previous seat.

“Would you like to?”

“Yes.” You insisted. Levi paused, remaining still, but nodded.

“If I am not too focused on working then I suppose you could come back.”

You hummed, amused but agreeing to his terms.

“I’ll see you later then.” You started to turn, watching Levi as you did so. He didn’t move or answer you. You looked away and left through the door of the study. You kept the flower tucked safely in hand as you left the creature that had given it to you to his work.

[pascalpanic]

Caffeine Rush: Chapter Nine / Café con Miel

W/C: 3k

Warnings: [in a dream: blood, violence, lots of scary nightmare stuff, guns, threats of violence], language, sexual innuendos and jokes, tears, angst, voices being raised

A/N: hi I wanted soft but also wanted angsty so here’s a good half and half mixture!! I have this plot point I SO want to get to but I want to show you more of their relationship so that’s what the next few chapters may be more of

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Cafe con Miel (Spanish Coffee With Honey) is made of espresso, honey, and whole milk then finished off with a heavy sprinkle of ground cinnamon.

“No, no,” Javi groans in his sleep. “Please.”

It’s dark. So dark, he can’t see anything, but what he can see is cast in red light. It’s almost like a medieval dungeon, wherever he is. He can’t smell but he knows the air is filled with something disgusting.

It’s a coke plant, that’s what it is. There are laborers upon laborers, working in this dark wherever-the-fuck-he-is, producing cocaine that he somehow knows is for Escobar. Dream logic. Escobar is still alive and he’s very much a threat.

Then there’s a weak cry. Dream-Javi spins to find you in the sweatshop. You’ve fallen to your knees, clinging to the table in front of you, and there stands who but the bastard himself, with a gun to your temple.

The red light emphasizes the blood dripping from your face, from where he can’t tell. There’s dirt and dust caked on your beautiful skin, on the cheekbones Javier traces his fingers over nightly now. There’s a wedding band on your finger and it matches his. It makes his eyes turn to your body and note the torn white gown on your figure- a wedding dress. The worst thing is the fear in your eyes, the agony with which you look at him.

Your voice is strained. Broken. Ruined from shouting. One word croaks from your lips. “Please.”

Then Escobar morphs into Tie Guy and then into Murphy for some goddamn reason, just smirking at Javier with the gun to your forehead. When he speaks, he’s the three men at once: “Not so fucking tough, huh?” He asks, cocking the pistol.

He can’t move. He wants to, he’s desperate to, but he can’t speak or move or breathe either: something is stuffed in his mouth and preventing it. “Javi,” you whimper, but it just makes Murphy-Escobar-Tie Guy crack the pistol down against the crown of your head.

The worst comes next: the man becomes Chucho. Javier’s own father, holding a pistol to your head. “Mijo,” the man says, his voice disappointed but soft. “What have you done? Bringing her here?”

Javier wants to shout at him, ask what he’s done because certainly this can’t be his fault, but of course it is. This is what would happen if Javier brought you to Colombia. A fate like this for you and for him.

Then your voice is strong again. “Javi. Javier. Hey, Javi-”

He gasps desperately, air filling his lungs and making him sit bolt upright. His breaths heave, drawing in as much of the cool oxygen as he can possibly take. He sounds like a drowned man arising from the water. His first sign that he’s gone from the sweatshop is the smell of your skin, of your lavender pillow spray in the room. Then it’s the fact that the room is cast with soft blue light, not with red. Then it’s you.

“Javi?” You ask, voice timid and quiet. “You were having a nightmare.”

Thank fucking God. Thank God it was a nightmare and not the terrible fate he’d been spinning in his own head. “Yeah,” he mumbles, lying back in bed.

Your hands, your warm fingertips, trace across his bare chest slowly, splaying your fingers over his racing heart. It grounds him, centers him to the fact that he’s here, you’re here, you’re okay. You kiss his skin softly, with soft lips that leave a trace of balm behind on his sweaty body. “It’s okay. It’s all okay.”

His breathing slowly comes down. His heart rate does too, as he plays the dream back in his head and deconstructs it all. You rest your head on his chest, fingers softly running up and down his sides, and it anchors him to reality. Your skin is clean and smooth, not broken or bleeding anywhere. Your hair smells fresh and warm and your chest rises and falls against his own. It’s a checklist of your vitals and you’re acing it.

When his heart rate resembles something closer to yours, you kiss his skin again. “You okay?”

He nods, swallowing hard. His face is tight, salty tears drying on his cheeks. “All good, yeah. Thanks for waking me,” he murmurs, his own voice strained.

You’re quiet, allowing him to breathe and recuperate and think it over. Your curiosity gets the best of you. “What happened?” You ask.

He takes a deep breath, in and out and then another, making himself think properly. “You were in one of Escobar’s coke plants, and you were all beat up and in pain. And I couldn’t move, or talk or breathe or anything.”

“Oh, baby,” you murmur and nuzzle your face into his skin. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not real,” he assures both you and himself, “so it’s fine.”

“Do you have nightmares often?” You ask him, looking over at the clock to discover it’s about 4 A.M. He’s slept with you for four nights now, but he’s yet to wake you with a nightmare.

The sweat slowly dries, leaving his skin cooled and smooth again. “Yeah. Sometimes.”

There’s not much more to say. You’re already tired, eyes drooping from the heavy sleep that encased you before Javier’s whines and moans woke you. He wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead. “I love you,” he whispers, honestly and gently. “I don’t ever want to see you hurt.”

“I’ll try to avoid it,” you muse sleepily, mind floating into the melatonin haze. “Love you too, Javi.”

There’s a soft smile on your face, and it puts Javier at ease. You’re here, whole, safe and sound. He has you in his arms, and the both of you feel that nothing can go wrong when the two of you lay like this. It’s all over, that dream. It’s not a premonition or a memory; just a random stimulation of the sleeping brain that creates chaos.

Before long, you’re snoring softly on his chest, a circle of your gentle and warm breath passing through your parted lips onto his pec. It’s so relaxed and warm that Javier feels ready to sleep again too. Usually, he takes at least an hour or two to fall asleep after a nightmare, but you’ve soothed him more than any of his usual remedies can. With one last heavy breath, Javier drifts off to sleep again, hoping his rest is as peaceful as yours tonight.

-

You wake before him in the morning. It’s the first time such a thing has happened. You’ve rarely had the privilege of seeing him sleeping peacefully or sleeping at all, and you wish you could take a picture without disturbing him.

In your sleep, the position switched. You’re lying on your back with Javi’s head resting on your breasts, using you as a pillow. His mouth is slightly parted, his breath ruffling the lowest hairs of his mustache. His face holds none of the lines it usually does when he’s awake. He’s just Javier, resting, and he scoots closer to your body when you unintentionally move.

It’s hard not to be truly consumed by love. He’s so beautiful, and so trusting to fall asleep like this. You’ve never met Colombia Javi, never seen him in the heat of his job, but you’ve felt that he rarely lets his guard down. To see this is a symbol of how much he trusts you. You watch him with an adoring smile, your heart fluttering at the love it feels.

With your fingertips, you scratch at the nape of his neck softly, massaging his skin as he sleeps. Your fingers barely touch his skin, drifting across the surface and drawing little circles into him. With one finger, you write your signature on his upper shoulders, as if it can mark him as yours.

Time passes slowly like this, but you’re thankful. You want this to last as long as possible, so you can spend all the time you need with Javier cuddled into your side. Your mind wanders, watching Javier’s sleeping face. Wondering what the future holds for the two of you.

He’ll have to go back to Colombia. You know it. He knows it. A tiny bolt of panic races through your body at the fact that he’ll be down there, investigating another cartel and certainly putting himself in danger. The idea of him being hurt makes you terrified.

When he finally wakes, you kiss his forehead and brush his dark hair from his face. “Hi. Did you sleep better?” You ask him gently.

His eyes remain shut as he lets out a groan, rubbing his face. “Sorta. No dreams.”

“Good,” you mumble and stroke his cheek, tracing soft circles with your fingertips. “I found a fun place we can go tonight.”

Javi’s eyes flutter open to look at you, smiling softly. “I’m not really awake yet, querido.”

“Querido. I like that one,” you chuckle and kiss the bridge of his nose, feeling his sleep-warmed skin beneath your lips. “I might use that on you. I’m going to go make us coffee. Take your time waking up.”

Javier nods and rolls over, nestling into the blankets and pillows. You, on the other hand, get up from bed and do exactly that: make a pot of coffee.

The morning is spent lazily in bed, with breaks for coffee and bathroom runs. The apartment is warm to contrast the cold outside, the frost collecting on your windows visible even from bed. Javier doesn’t say much and neither do you; both of you have lots on your mind. As much as you want to talk with him about your thoughts, you figure he isn’t in the mood to talk or he’d be talking.

You drift in and out of sleep on Javier’s chest, your ear over his slowly beating heart. After a while, when you’re half asleep, Javier chuckles and wakes you. “You can fall asleep even after a cup of coffee, huh?” He teases, letting his fingertips brush across your face.

The noise that comes from your vocal chords is something between words and a hum. Basically, it’s a noise of affirmation. You cuddle closer to Javi and he kisses your head. “I love you,” he mumbles into your hair. You mumble it back, fully content in the moment. Whatever the future brings will be alright, because you have this now.

The afternoon is spent mainly in the same fashion, simply lazing around the apartment. Javier picks a Elton John vinyl from your closet and turns on the small record player in the living room. “Never pegged you as the Elton John kind,” you tease Javi from your position on the couch.

He just shrugs and looks the sleeve over, reading the contents. He removes one of the large, flat discs from the paper sleeve and sets it down, turning on the turntable and watching the record move.

The music that floats from it is soft and instrumental: Your Song. Javi turns back to you with a small smile and offers you a hand. “Let’s dance.”

Taking his hand, you stand and he wraps his arms around you. “Thought you’d be more of a sexy dancer,” you murmur into his ear, wrapping one arm over his shoulder while his hand takes yours.

“Shut up for once,” he chuckles, kissing the side of your face.

“Absolutely not,” you laugh and rest your forehead on his chest.

He sways along to the music, pulling you with him. To your surprise, he knows all of the words. His lips barely part as he sings them to you, in a low and raspy voice you can tell he doesn’t often use. The tenderness nearly brings tears to your eyes, the way he just buries his face in your hair and breathes in your scent.

“Querido,” you murmur, testing the name out. You like it, and so does Javier; he pulls you tighter against your chest as the music of the chorus swells and drops off. “What’s this all about, huh?” you ask in a whisper.

Javier takes a deep breath. You can feel it press against your chest then fade. “Just… needed to hold you.”

“Javi,” you chuckle and kiss his neck gently, innocently. “You did all night and all morning.”

He shakes his head. “Like this. It’s different.”

You nod too. You suppose you can understand it. The two of you have made a little circle around your living room, around the coffee table across from your couch. The song ends, four minutes of being pressed to Javier’s chest and feeling the full force of his love in the way his arms enveloped you.

Breaking away, your worries have escalated, the ones that kept you up after Javier’s nightmare last night. Swallowing hard, forcing yourself not to cry, you look into Javier’s eyes. His brow furrows and he immediately pulls you back into his arms. “What’s wrong?” he murmurs.

Shaking your head, you try to talk but it comes out as a watery squeak. “Nothing,” you whine.

“No, it’s not nothing,” Javier insists, leading you to the couch as Rocket Man begins from the record. He sets you down and sits next to you, both arms still around you. “Talk to me.”

The words just can’t come out, especially as the tears begin to fall from your eyes. You shake your head again and bury your face in Javier’s chest, letting them fall. You manage to finally whimper out your words a minute or so later. “I’m scared for you.”

Javier’s face falls and he lifts your head, forcing you to look at him. “Why?”

“Be-because, you’re going back to Colombia soon and you’ll be in more danger and I won’t be around and I know you, Javi, I know you put yourself in more trouble than you should, and-”

Javier cuts you off, speaking as he stares into your eyes. “Stop. Stop that thinking. It’s going to be okay. Escobar is dead.”

“But the new cartel you’re chasing isn’t, Javi!” you practically wail, body collapsing into his. “You’ll be in danger as long as you work in that damn job, and I know I can’t do anything about it, but I’m just so scared. I’m scared for you.”

Javi takes a deep breath and nods, wiping the tears from your face. “Listen to me. Are you listening?” Your eyes dart from his and Javier grips your chin a little tighter. “Listen. This new assignment is a new job. I’m going to be in the office a lot more. These men are nowhere near as violent as the Medellín ones. This is going to be much safer. If you want, I can call Steve and you can talk to him. He’ll tell you. I’m safe on the job and I’m about to be in less danger.”

The words sink in as he talks. “Okay,” you whimper, sniffling the tears back.

“And I promise that even when I’m in Colombia, you’ll be the only thing on my mind. We’ll get those motherfuckers and I’ll come back to the States, okay?” His voice is softer now. Gentler.

“Okay,” you repeat and let your body melt into his.

Javier’s mind wanders through the options. “We could live up here. In D.C., and I could work at DEA headquarters. Or we could move to Laredo, live there. My dad would love you. Or somewhere else entirely. When I get back, we can do whatever we want.”

His words are a hidden promise; I will come back, and we can get married and have a life. “You’d better not take too long then,” you try to joke, though your broken voice ruins it a bit.

“For you, I’ll get it done in two days flat.” It makes you laugh, and Javier kisses your head. “What did you say you wanted to do tonight?” He asks you.

“Th-there’s a Christmas market in town,” you sniffle. “Since that’s coming up. I thought we could go.”

Javier nods, wiping your tears and snot with his sleeve. “That sounds great.” He rests his head on top of yours, one arm draped over your shoulders. You nuzzle into his side, feeling somewhat relieved but far from entirely.

“You could bring me with you. To Colombia,” you shrug, looking up at him with big eyes.

Javier shakes his head. “No. It’s nowhere near as safe for you. We’ve been over this, I-”

“I can hold my own,” you protest, crossing your arms.

“Not against the Calí Cartel,” he refutes you, stroking your arm. “As much as I love you and would love to have you there, it’s not happening. It’s just… not feasible. Not a good idea.”

This makes you frown deeper and your body tense. Javier kisses your head, which negates some of the stiffness in your body. “Trust me. Please. It’s not worth the trouble we’d find. Plus, you wouldn’t like it.”

“I speak Spanish,” you try to argue.

“Classroom Spanish,” Javier reminds you. “Listen. You can’t make me change my mind on this.” While his words are somewhat harsh, his tone is gentle. “I’ll come home as soon as I can, but you’re not coming with me.”

Sighing, you nod. “Then we have, what, two or three weeks until you leave?” He nods. “Then we’ll make the best of them. Get your ass up, Agent Peña. We’re getting dressed and going to the Christmas market and then we’re going to come and you’re going to rail me,” you laugh, kissing him once he’s standing.

“That’s fine with me,” he chuckles before kissing you once more. -

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Ritual Herbs To Burn

Before delving in to which herbs are safe to burn and how to pick them based on your intent, I want to address sage. There are a lot of misconceptions on it’s use, and while I can’t speak for everyone, I’d like to contribute my knowledge to the discussion.

We know 90% of spiritual work is intent, but it’s still helpful to know the history of plants and herbs, and their historical uses. Today, sage is used as the ritual itself. Someone will burn a bundle, open some windows, wave it throughout their home, and call it a day. Traditionally, sage was used as part of a ritual, or proceeded a ritual. It prepared the area FOR a ritual. Many indigenous nations use sage as a messenger almost.

The smoke carries their wishes, carries their hopes to the spirits. It can almost be said it’s a calling card FOR spirits. Knowing that, burning sage alone seems very incomplete. You can also see how this achieves the opposite of what people commonly wish to achieve with sage. Sage when used alone can leave your environment feeling prickly, you might even notice you feel more antsy. It’s because you’ve prepared your area for work! Sage isn’t THEE ritual, sage is a tool for rituals.

If you’re seeking to cleanse your home, calm the energy, wish abundance and strong work ethic, I have herbs for you. Before we begin on the list, PLEASE be aware of your surroundings when burnings herbs. If you have no prior experience with an herb before you want to burn it, burn it outside! If you have a reaction, it is much better to have burned it outside than to fill your house with it. I will, in later posts, explain how the use of sage isn’t cultural appropriation, but the mimicked process of smudging and purchase from mall stores, IS. But for now, let’s go into safe alternatives that will work even better for your intentions.

Ritual Herbs

Rose- you can make more than potpourri with those dead flowers. Burning dried rose petals promotes an environment of peace. It’s very useful during meditations, or when you feel your house has been a bit chaotic. Rose also symbolizes love, so feel free to add it to a romantic evening.

Lavender- another calming plant. Perfect for baths and burning. Shedding anxiety from a work day can be hard, but after burning lavender you may feel the tension melt away. It promotes a restful sleep and peaceful dreams.

Rosemary-common in many protection spells. Traditionally rosemary was planted at garden gates to protect the home. It promotes peace, and is the perfect substitute for sage if you’ve been wanting to cleanse negative energy.

Cinnamon- people usually associate cinnamon with a holiday smell, but it’s useful all year. It welcomes abundance and prosperity, it’s a good luck herb. That explains why it was so popular during the cold season, it used to be very difficult for humans to survive winters in the early days. It also has strong roots in medicine, so it’s a good symbol for health

Pine-another good one for prosperity, abundance, and good luck. Pine needles use to represent a new home, blessing it with a wreath of pine needles.

Ginger-like rosemary is good for protection of the self and the home. Cut the root into slender twigs, and let them dry for a week or two. Then you can wrap them with other herbs as well.

Juniper-said to protect the home and sooth the environment. To burn the berries, break them up in a mortar. The smell is very similar to the needles being burned. Sweet and outdoorsy.

Bay leaves- a perfect herb for abundance and financial gain! Some simple spells require you to write a number on a leaf and burn it. Be cautious! Bay leaves crackle and burn quickly when lit. To make the smell and smoke last longer, bundle them tightly with twine or cotton string.

Thyme- like the name suggests, this herb is perfect when doing shadow work or addressing past pain. It can assist in your facing memories without the overwhelming emotions. Feeling triggered? On edge? Maybe it’s THYME to address those past incidents you think “didn’t effect you”.

This is a very short list, but these items are easily obtainable which is why I went with them. Not only are many of these easy to spot when you’re out and about, almost all of them can be found in grocery stores in the produce section. Though I suggest, as often as possible, that you hand collect your herbs.

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Merlin’s Blood

A/N: sorry if you’re allergic to walnut bread, you can just pretend i wrote something else!

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Chapter 2: A Moment with a Miracle

“Motherfucker—“

Mother would be sooooo mad if she heard me speaking like this.

But you had landed pretty hard in your defense, you hadn’t teleported in forever because after you nearly crash-landed into the firing zone for archery practice, mother had put a stop to it.

You landed on the top of a rather large cliff that overlooked a small town below it. “I really really hope this is Brugee or else I’m fucked.” You got up and dusted the soil of your cloak, there was a small rip at the bottom but thankfully that was it.

You started walking down the hill, pausing every few minutes to listen to your surroundings and make sure you weren’t being followed.

I can’t believe I would have the fantastic fate to meet the man who’s supposed to kill me. Also, he’s a Witcher, which makes this even worse! And now he knows what I look like, ah fuck, fuck, fuck… What am I going to do—

“Geralt I still don’t understand why you have to kill her! She’s so sweet and it’s not like you’ll be able to find her since she poofed! Into thin air!”

Shit.

You crouched down immediately upon hearing the voice of Jaskier. About 20 yards away, Geralt was walking with the reins of Roach in his hand along with Jaskier rambling off beside him.

Oh my gods, I guess my fight or flight skills decided to go halfsies and not take me to Brugee, but just get me out of imminent danger…

“—Don’t you see how horrible your reasoning is? She saved me from getting shot with a crossbow at the tavern and then trusted me to help her, I think you need to question who gave you the order to—“ Geralt suddenly perked up and put his hand out to silence the bard. You took a small breath and held it, hoping his enhanced abilities weren’t as amazing as the legends.

In a quiet voice, the Witcher said, “I smell something, lavender…”

Oh sweet peaches and cream, my oils.

Your mother had let you choose an oil for your 11th birthday as a signature statement for a young princess. You used it as a perfume and as you got older you still used it instead of the fancy ones many suitors anonymously gifted you.

You enjoyed that the scent was your own, one you grew up always having. It kept you closer to nature since once the whispers of war started you were locked inside away from harm.

Alright, deep breath Y/N.

You closed your eyes and concentrated, it only took a moment before the wind shifted to be blowing the opposite direction, taking any trace of you with it. You watched from afar as Geralt tilted his face upwards to see if he could find the scent again, but alas nothing was there anymore.

“Come on, let’s go.”

The two men walked farther away from you and once you could no longer see their silhouettes, you let out a long sigh. You looked up to canopy above you and bit your lip to keep it from quivering.

I’m alone.

The thought of that made you more scared than when your killer had been in front of you merely minutes ago.

Tears welled up in your eyes and for the first time in a long while, you started to cry.

Oh, Mama, Papa, please find me, I’m scared…

You fell asleep curled up next to the giant log you had hidden behind, the thoughts and worries swimming in your head as you fell into a blank sleep.

                                                       …

Light shimmering between the leaves of the tall trees woke you. The forest was very peaceful in the bright morning and made you feel a bit better than the night before. The forest was alive with life and wonder in the early light.

You sat on the old log and watched as some small pixies danced along the adjacent stream that no bigger than a log, perfectly pixie sized. They were brightly colored, one purple, another pink, and the last a vivacious yellow. On the other side of the very tiny stream was a deer with two small wings and a long tail, like a lion.

Creatures that resembled monkeys swang through the trees. These creatures were various versions of green, each had two sets of eyes and two tails. Long floppy ears fell down around their faces as well.

It made you smile to know that the friends of the forest you once knew very well had managed to thrive while you were confined to the castle.

Spirits of the forest and other magical creatures knew not to be afraid of you. The magic in your blood from Merlin, one of your ancestors, lifted the veil of protection that others always see when walking through the woods.

Even the most powerful mage would not be privy to such a masterpiece of wonder. The Brotherhood used magic that was, well you could say, tainted. They drew power from other things but you had your own, it was apart of your very being.

Your mother used to tell you stories about how the blood that runs through your veins was some of the most powerful in the universe.

 You always believed it was made up as a child but as you grew older, some of your royal classes turned into magic lessons leading you to question if it was all just fairytales she told you or history.

A few pixies flew down to you and floating next to them was a slice of walnut bread. You took the bread from the air and smiled at them.

 “Have you been working on your magic baking?” They are nodded, you ate the pastry and instantly felt better. The magical bread seemed to lift your spirits and you decided it was time to get moving.

Alright, it’s time to keep going.

Away from the lovely killer I’ve got on my tail…

It took some time, but you finally found the trail leading to town. You took a guess and headed in the opposite direction, hoping the two others would be going to get food instead of hellbent on finding you.

If I can just find a good stream to drink from, maybe I’ll have enough energy to get out of here.

After walking through the dense forest, you stumbled upon a good size river. It was perfect for taking a quick sip but the problem was you’d need to cross it somehow. The current seemed to be fairly strong and you weren’t at the moment. You found a spot of land that was at level with the river and rolled up your sleeves.

The water was like nectar after all this time. It was cool and icy against your palms, you took the canister Branson had been carrying in the bag thank the gods and filled it to the brim.

Who knows when I’ll find a reliable source like this again.

Poor Branson, I know he wasn’t that fantastic of a bodyguard but he did want to keep me safe, and for two weeks he did. I hope he’s in a better place now, with lots of archery fields and sword fighting classes. He was always a fanatic for fighting.

“Alight, how on earth do I cross this now…” You mumbled to yourself. You kicked small pebbles into the river as you walked alongside it. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. There’s got to be some way I can just—cross it.”

Then an idea popped into your head. You turned to the tree next to you as if to speak to it, “If my bloodline is as powerful as people say, then I should be able to just,” you put a foot out, “walk across it.”

It was exhilarating.

You’d never heard of anyone walking on water but here you were, taking a few steps on top of the gushing river that flowed beneath your shoes. You laughed and twirled across the water, dancing with the fish that jumped up every so often as to say ‘hello!’ to you.

I wish I had known about this ability long ago, crossing the moat would have been such a breeze!

But then the water started to slowly lower as if someone was taking a sponge to a spill.

Huh?

You watched as birds flew from the left, away from something. Animals on the side of the creek ran fast as if they were being chased. “What in the world…” But the worlds died o your tongue as you watch a giant tidal wave come towards you.

“Oh my gods.”

Your instinct kicked in and you immediately moved your hands. One went in a full circle while the other drew symbols on the inside of it. Water swirled around you, creating a bubble as the tidal wave roared over you.

It was horrifyingly beautiful. You watched as flowers floated in the current, most likely ripped away from the sides of the land. Some deer, sadly drowned, ran with the steam as well. They must have been crossing farther up in a shallow area, taking a rest in the lovely stream when it washed them away.

 But what was the worst, was the little doll you saw right above your head, and someone’s tiny hand reaching for it.

You closed your eyes immediately, not wanting to see the body that might come into view.

The wave must have cut through a town, but how is this possible?! It’s a river, someone must have been the cause of this…

Maybe the ones trying to kill me.

You opened your eyes at the thought, now shaking a bit as you realized the situation at hand. “This enemy has strong powers, strong enough to easily kill me.”

The river leveled a bit as the wave raced down the path. You dispersed the bubble and looked at all the debris floating downstream. You ran as fast as you could across the water, you were almost at the edge when you heard something.

A voice.

Someone called out from help, farther down where the wave must have just hit. You turned, wondering whether you should keep going or help the poor soul.

“Help, I’m stuck!” You heard them shout.

Fuck okay.

You darted down the river, sliding down the water like you were surfing when it started to drop at an angle.

Maybe it’s a farm boy? A small child? Who would be in these woods right now, maybe a survivor from the town?

You weren’t expecting to find Jaskier clinging to a log in the middle of the water, his tunic caught by something beneath the rushing stream, and the Witcher who said he was to kill you, knocked out on the bank of the river on the side you had been crossing to.

So I guess they didn’t go to town for supplies after all.

Damn.

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hello everyone !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. i really should be studying for my exam tomorrow or at least trying to get some rest but here i am !! i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !! & like always, please like this post so i could bother you for plots !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-third birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be elongated limbs tangled in pink silk sheets, the lingering smell of yves saint laurent mon paris, & oversized faux fur coats draping sun kissed shoulders  ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 21, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name:  violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-three.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

hobbies: shopping, audrey hepburn movie marathons, traveling, being the center of attention, photography, spontaneous dance parties, working out, massages, doodling, pilates, online shopping, & journaling.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

aesthetics: silk dresses, lip gloss, the deafening sound of designer heels making contact with marble floors, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent mon paris perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

style inspo: taylor hill, kylie jenner, candice swanepoel, josephine skriver, kendall jenner, blair waldorf, & cher horowitz. here are just a few examples of her wardrobe !! ( x x x x x ) muse inspo: brooke davis ( one tree hill ), cher horowitz ( clueless ), blair waldorf ( gossip girl ), gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), lydia martin ( teen wolf ), fallon carrington ( dynasty ), sadie saxton ( awkward ), lauren cooper ( faking it ), mini mcguinness ( skins ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s ), maddy perez ( euphoria ), brooke maddox ( scream ), samantha jones ( sex & the city ), tahani al jamil ( the good place ), jackie burkhart ( that ‘70s show ), naomi clark ( 90210 ), cece parekh ( new girl ), cassie howard ( euphoria ), madison montgomery ( american horror story ), jenna maroney ( 30 rock ), kelly kapoor ( the office ), elle woods ( legally blonde ), rachel green ( friends ), paris hilton, & mona-lisa saperstein ( parks & recreation ).

background ;;

violet faith lennox is diane galindo’s & richard lennox’s youngest child. born three weeks early on 18 june 1996 at aspen valley hospital in aspen, colorado. the very moment they held their daughter ( who they lovingly referred to as a ‘ blessing ‘ ) in their open arms, they knew that their family was finally complete.

her mother ( diane ) is her parents’ pride & joy. as the eldest daughter of wealthy wall street executives, she has done nothing but make her family proud her entire life. growing up, her dream in life was to help her father’s business but her career quickly changed course when she decided to pursue a career in medicine. the new york native eventually ended up going to harvard medical school in boston, massachusetts where she would end up meeting her future husband. to this day, dr. galindo is one of the most recognizable names in medicine & is world renowned for her work as a reproductive endocrinologist ( fertility specialist ).

her father on the other hand ( richard ) was born to an influential family in los angeles, california. from an early age, he was exposed to the spotlight due to the fact that his own father was governor of california & hoped to become president one day. however, things seemed to go off course the day the former governor was caught in his own cheating scandal all while being married to a former pageant queen. scandal erupted when the politician not only cheated on his stunning wife with a young secretary but when his mistress announced to the world that she was pregnant. the entire news circuit covered this affair for months & the governor resigned from his position when news broke that he urged his mistress to get an abortion.

following the scandal, the family fell out of the public spotlight. they spent years trying to repaint their public image after it was tarnished for nothing but selfish desire. approximately ten years later, the family made news again but this time about their newly found faith in god joining the long list of religious right wing politicians. richard’s father felt as if the only way to redeem himself was to devote himself to god. after years of distancing themselves from the catholic church, the family dove right back in which became the start of their fundamental catholic values that ruled every aspect of their lives.

as the only son in the family, richard’s parents had high expectations for him. however, he seemed to have different plans for himself that didn’t involve making his family proud or practicing what they preached. as an undergraduate student at yale, his interests were far & few between. his days only seemed to consist of sleeping with random women & binge drinking to his heart’s content. he knew that he didn’t have to be an astounding student because he had a giant trust fund waiting for him at home. but after a drunk driving accident that resulted in a 40 year old woman’s hospitalization & his own arrest, richard knew he had to clean up his act.

he eventually followed his family’s lead & became an ultra religious catholic. he even managed to boost up his grades & get an academic scholarship to harvard law school where he met diane. diane didn’t come from a strong religious background. in fact, she liked to tell people that she only believed in science & didn’t have faith or trust in a superior figure. but when she met a young richard lennox, her entire world was turned upside down. she let him into her life, converted to catholicism, & the two got married after three years of dating. flash forward to 1992. the married couple is moving to aspen, colorado for diane’s new job at an upscale hospital. they even received a generous check from richard’s parents to buy a mansion in the mountains !!

life for the couple in colorado was serene. they eventually welcomed their first child into the world ( a daughter ) & a few months later, their families moved to help them raise their children. both diane & richard always wanted a big family due to their catholic faith. they both agreed they would stop after 6 kids, however, their minds were quickly changed when she became pregnant with violet.

her pregnancy was extremely difficult to say the least. between being on bed rest for months & frequent hospitalizations, she didn’t know if she could do this again. on top of her own health issues, she also had problems with her unborn child. there was even a night where they thought they would lose violet after diane experienced unexplainable bleeding & her fellow colleagues at the hospital couldn’t detect a heartbeat.

luckily, they were able to find a heartbeat after 6 minutes of deafening silence & hushed prayers for a miracle. after that night, they knew that their daughter was a blessing which is why they agreed to give her the middle name faith which symbolizes their unrequited devotion to god.

eventually, violet was born !! she was born three weeks early & spent a week in the icu but overall she was healthy. she was a bit underweight but she was miraculously healthy. but after everything the family had been through, they decided that violet would be their last child.

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

by the time she was 8 years old, her family decided to move to new york city due to the fact that her mom received a prestigious job on the upper east side. at the age of 8, violet was already a competitive gymnast who’s likes included spending time with her family, competing, & going to school. even then she knew she could do everything she loved in another state which is why she didn’t put up much of a fight when she was told that they would be moving across the country.

moving from snowy open colorado to the upper east side of manhattan was definitely a culture shock for violet even at an early age. nonetheless, she eventually got used to new york city life & to this day she doesn’t think she would survive a week in colorado.

even after she moved to a new part of the country, violet remained devoted to gymnastics & her family. she had dreams of one day going to the olympics for gymnastics & everyone who knew her saw her potential. she even competed in world events & became a household name !! although, her parents often emphasized that school & religion come first which is why they made her & her sister attend a private catholic school all the way through high school.

in high school, she was a classic goody two shoes church girl. she was a strong student who received perfect grades in order to please her parents. for the longest time, she didn’t have time for anything other than school & sports but that changed by the time she was 16.

despite attending an all girls school, violet met her first boyfriend through one of her mutual friends. & like all stereotypical teen romances, it was love at first site. she was so infatuated with him that she was willing to put everything in her life on the back burner in order to focus on him.

& by the time she was 18, she received numerous academic & sports scholarships to prestigious colleges. however, violet decided to take a gap year in order to spend more time with her boyfriend of two years. she knew that she would eventually go to college but she wanted to make some time for herself first. her parents weren’t exactly happy about her decision due to the fact that she has big shoes to fill but they eventually came around the idea & were even happy for their daughter & her wholesome catholic boyfriend.

during her gap year, they spent an entire year traveling the world. they went to bali, greece, peru, brazil, iceland, dubai, thailand, argentina, & morocco. throughout the course of the year, violet documented her travel on her instagram & other social media platforms which is when she started gaining a lot of followers who wanted to watch her travel the world with the love of her life. before her influx of instagram followers, not a lot of people outside the world of gymnastics knew who she was. people of course knew who her parents were ( a famous doctor & lawyer ) but the world did not really know who exactly violet lennox was.

by the end of her gap year violet already had over 1 million followers on instagram !! & she was already getting paid doing what she loves which is travel the world. & since all of this happened during her year off, violet ended up telling her parents that she didn’t want to go to college which damaged their relationship as a result.

since her parents were so unsupportive of her decision to not go to college & ultimately quit gymnastics, violet ended up moving out of her house & moved in with her boyfriend at only the age of 19. & because her parents were completely unsupportive of her decision not to attend college, they cut her off financially & she was forced to make a living for herself. by this point, her career as a social media influencer was booming so she was already making a lot of money just through promoting detox teas, teeth whitening kits, etc.

it may seem as if life for violet was perfect by this point despite her falling out with her parents. however, that was not the case. even though she fooled the entire world by thinking that she had a perfect relationship, her boyfriend was incredibly abusive towards her & had been ever since the two started dating. although he was never physically abusive, he was mentally, emotionally, & verbally abusive. for years violet made excuses for him & blamed herself for their problems which only made her feel more miserable than she already was. this was her first real relationship & she genuinely thought that they were destined to be together even though she was severely unhappy.

he would constantly cheat, manipulate her, make fun of her appearance & insecurities, & wouldn’t let her do anything without his permission. the two were together for three years & there even was a time where violet became pregnant but quickly had an abortion without him knowing as soon as she found out. just three months after living together, she finally found the courage to break up with him. although it wasn’t easy at first, she’s thankful that she finally got out of a dangerous relationship. she also understands the dangers of social media better than anyone else because she fooled the world into thinking that she was in a happy loving relationship when that was far from the truth.

when violet told the world about their breakup ( most likely in an instagram live or an instagram story ) she ended up losing millions of followers. the majority of her followers only followed her to watch her travel the world with her boyfriend so once they found out that they were no longer together ; they didn’t see the point in following her anymore.

for an entire year following her breakup, violet began to spiral out of control. she started using drugs, alcohol, & partying as coping mechanisms in order to help her move on & forget about everything she had endured. that of course didn’t work but that didn’t stop her from partying every single night of the week & ending up in a stranger’s bed. eventually, she even leaked her own sex tape & naked pictures to the press in hopes that the press coverage would help make up for the millions of followers she lost on instagram.

& as she expected, the world would not stop talking about her sex tape for months. she gained the most followers she has ever done & eventually she got real modeling jobs as a result of her popularity. she hasn’t exactly told the world that she was the one who leaked the 20 minute video but everyone in their immediate circle knows she did it & also knows that she has other videos lying around for ‘ emergency ’ situations.

however, her parents cut off all contact with her following her scandal & it is still something that cuts deep two years later. she tells herself & everyone around her that she doesn’t need a family but everyone knows that’s a lie. it’s just a lie she keeps on telling herself to feel better about herself.

violet managed to clean up her act & went from being a social media influencer to an actual model. many people don’t respect her name due to her troubling past with her sex tape & being an instagram model but that doesn’t seem to stop her. she has been featured in the love advent calendar, the victoria’s secret fashion show, & many fashion weeks since then.

she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 20 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

for someone who is incredibly smart, she pretends to be dumb sometimes. she doesn’t think that guys like smart girls so she dumbs herself down. but she could also be a ditz at times ( unintentionally ).

she likes to think of herself as approachable but she also knows that she can be intimidating. nonetheless, she tries to be nice to everyone who comes her way unless they say the wrong thing to her & then she switches on her mean girl switch that comes far too easy for her.

even though violet is a lot to deal with, she is a nice person !! although she does have a flair for the dramatics & denies being dramatic all the time. she also likes to think of herself as a ‘ good girl ’ even though she is far from one. she loves sex & isn’t afraid to shy away from that but she still tells people that she’s good or an angel because it makes herself feel better about herself.

she also goes to confession 1-2 times a week to pray for her sins in order to get into heaven. she thinks with the amount of adultery she commits on a daily basis she needs to pray for her sins otherwise she won’t go to heaven & she thinks she looks way better in white than in red.

if you do her wrong, she will go out of her way to make your life a living hell. she is incredibly protective over the people in her life so she will do just about anything for them including berating people. revenge might as well be her last name !!

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

since she comes from a strict traditional upbringing, she was taught that being anything other than straight is wrong. so when violet first started experimenting with girls & even developed feelings for one, she told herself that she was going to hell. this is one of the reasons why she has not come out of the closet or has even come to terms with her sexuality. she denies all past same sex encounters & relationships which isn’t healthy. but since her parents disowned her following her sex tape, she knows that they would hate her more than they already do. if they ever found out that their daughter was anything but straight they would lose their minds & she’s still hoping that one day they could repair their relationship. apparently being bisexual is worse than having a sex tape !!

when she was a competitive gymnast for the united states national team, she was often put on strict diets in order to keep up. as a result of the strict dieting & unrealistic body images, violet developed bulimia as early as 12 years old. so when she quit gymnastics after deciding not to attend college, she was happy. she loved the sport but hated the pressure. even to this day, the sport isn’t actually sure what happened to her because she was an olympic hopeful. they all thought that she could have been the next gold medalist but she values her own mental health & sanity over a couple of medals. & even though she sought help for her eating disorder that reared ugly heads at times, she did slip up a lot while she was with her boyfriend who would make fun of her appearance. even now she isn’t 100% but she is better than she has ever been.

is extremely flirty & alluring.

violet also believes that the world revolves around her. many people may find her confidence to be annoying or superficial but she takes pride in it because it took her so long to learn how to love herself after being with her first boyfriend.

speaking of relationships, she’s terrible at them. she often runs away when things become too serious, manipulates the people she’s with, or breaks up with them for no reason. her logic is that she wants to hurt someone before they have the chance to hurt her. she still has yet to understand that the rest of the world isn’t like her ex but her past still haunts her every time she catches feelings.

she likes to tell people that monogamy isn’t the life for her which is why she prefers casual sex. she is also a proud sugar baby & has many sugar daddies !! most of them are old & married but she is a sucker for anyone who buys her nice things.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

has a passion for photography but hasn’t explored it seriously. she understands that she makes a living off of being another pretty face but she also wants to explore other aspects of her career like photography & maybe even acting.

she often considers going to college or even going back to gymnastics a lot but she not made up her mind yet. she is happy right now as a model but she does miss aspects of her old life.as an instagram model, she is like kendall jenner or gigi hadid. in other words, she has a large following & people book her for photo shoots & fashion shows in order to boost their own notoriety because it looks better on their part. her walk is average at best but she does have a beautiful face. people hate instagram models working in the real modeling business as it is so they despise an instagram model with a sex tape !!

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated over the weekend. & my discord is علياء#4067

[thelightofthebane]

A rainbow for you

Summary: Alec challenges himself at making a very magical gift for his husband. What could go wrong, right? Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alexander Lightwood

You can also read here: ao3

So, this is a gift for @aria-lerendeair because she deserves a lot of sweeties and much more. (°◡°♡).:｡

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Yellow.

Joy, brightness, hope.

Petals of sunflowers to shine as the sun, of daisies and buttercups to bring the freshness of Spring, of yellow zinnia flowers for the fond memories they share since day 1.

Alec plucks them out, one by one, with utmost care and thoughtfulness. His calloused fingers brush the soft texture for a moment before ripping tiny pieces inside the wooden bowl.

Green.

Prosperity, health, resilience.

Petals of bells of Ireland for good luck, of green zinnias to brighten everything up, of green spider flowers for liveliness like the very core of his husband – even in the bad days –, of green cymbidium orchid for a little bit of naughtiness.

He smiles while crunches the petals and mixtures them with a sandalwood oil he spent the last week brooding. It was easy when your instructor was one of the smartest warlocks in the world, but like training, it could be a bit… distracting, not wanting to kiss your instructor all the time. So, he is doing everything alone now.

And because it’s a surprise for Magnus.

Purple.

Power, wisdom, creativity.

Petals of purple roses for calmness, of lavender for serenity, of violets to remember everything they had to go through to be together, of purple lily to remember that even though Magnus is the royal child of a demon, his grandioseness didn’t come from his blood, but from his heart. And, well, he would always be the king of Alec’s heart anyway.

Alec waits for the water to boil a bit more while checks a heavy book of spells. Most of it is written in some languages he doesn’t understand. Mundane ones, warlock ones. He needed to ask Madzie to translate a specific spell for him since Max is still training at the Spiral Labyrinth. The spell is relatively simple and it’s only required to add final touches to what he is creating by himself. When a spiral scent of grass and nectar tickles his nose along a silver line of smoke, he resumes his work.

Black.

Strength, mystery, uniqueness.

Petals of black pansies for all the dramatics, which is certainly another one of his husband’s traits, of black petunias to reinforce that black goes well with everything (and hell, Magnus was a living proof of that – black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, black nail polish, even black attires with all that jewels), of bat orchids because these ones in special Magnus brought from Malaysia, after a quick trip to Indonesia where they visited his husband’s homeland.

Alec stops for a moment to admire the flower. Magnus is still healing. His mother’s demise is a scar too deep to cure once for all, but he is getting better. Now he can go there for one or two days without cracking. He can put flowers inside a bamboo garden where his mother was buried centuries ago. He can pray without shattering, just wishing she is well – wherever her soul is – and not hating him anymore.

White.

Beauty, spirituality, new beginnings.

Petals of white hydrangea for unconditional devotion, of white magnolias for unconditional love, of white roses as a symbol of true love, the very one he shares with the man who is his home, his heaven, his life, his everything.

Their garden is full of these little ones. Magnus has always liked to maintain a certain variety from all over the world, but it was Alec’s request to spare a corner for just them. For someone who had spent most of his life in the shadows, wearing black, being able to see something brighter is some kind of relief. Of new perspectives. For Shadowhunters, it is a color for mourning. For him, it is the reminder of a rebirth to a better self.

Pink.

Grace, elegance, passion.

Petals of pink dahlias for kindness and commitment, of stargazers for everlasting love, of astilbes just because it’s also called false goat’s beard, thus reminding him of Magnus’ goatee.

Alec smiles fondly, tapping another book, one with flowers’ meanings. His choice of them has nothing to do with their magical properties (hence why he guaranteed they wouldn’t interfere in his project’s result), but only with their meanings. For all the colors he needs, he could just pick any flower, but he thinks it’s much more special choosing the ones who convey the best everything you feel for the one you love.

Orange.

Courage, excitement, warmth.

Petals of marigold for blissful joy, of cockscomb for silliness and laugh (and the delights of all the memories he has from non-official missions with Magnus that just proved how dumb they can be together), of ranunculus for all the charm his husband is overflowing. Like he doesn’t need an ounce of magic to make Alec feels like he is enchanted.

A weak puff of gold escapes the caldron. Almost there. He just needs to crush some more petals, cast the last binding spell and it would be done. Luckily, it would be finished before Magnus is back from one of his outside requests. That morning, he said something about Hong Kong and a problem with a warlock teenager who was trying to conjure real dragons to be her pets. And then he would go to the Veneza Institute to talk with Rafe. Their son is currently there for some internal affairs as co-Head of the New York Institute with Izzy’s eldest daughter. Alec couldn’t be more proud of his family.

Red.

Love, life, desire.

Petals of amaryllis for determination, of red tulips for timeless pure love, of red poppies for a statement that they’ve fought a lot of wars, prejudice, greater demons, and a whole society just to be together. Oh, and some petals of red roses, the ultimate symbol of love, because after thirty years of marriage Alec could be a bit sappy.

Magnus’ apothecary resembles a giant flower bed. Petals and flowers stem everywhere. Alec scratches his left brow for a moment, taking in all the mess. It wouldn’t take much to clean everything, but somehow it makes him recalls memories from when Max and Rafe were still kids, turning the loft upside down. He misses that. Perhaps he could suggest expanding their little family…

Puff.

Oh, it’s almost done!

Blue.

Serenity, inspiration, intimacy.

Petals of morning glories for the duality they represent, something both Magnus and Alec has to endure all the time as they navigate between being leaders and husbands, dark and light, demons and angels. Petals of hyacinth for trust and clematis for loyalty. And, at last, petals of blue rose. A rare one.

For immortality.

Moreover, for having the same mesmerizing beauty as Magnus’ magic.

Their magic.

Blue sparkles dances around Alec’s hands, warming them. Thanks to the enhanced and permanent Alliance Rune, he shares Magnus’ soul, power and vitality. They share a forever together.

Alec uses the magic he kick-started and pours into his creation, concluding it. Another puff and it’s finished.

A whole pot of magical and homemade glitter.

He smirks, proud of himself. It is a self-sustained glitter that replenishes by itself, can be used with anything and can turn into whatever color and exhales whichever flower fragrance the owner desires.

Just in time, he hears the opening of a portal at the loft entrance and knows that Magnus has arrived. Smiling like a mischievous kid, he puts a handful portion into a glass bowl and strides towards his husband to show him.

“Hello, darling!” Magnus smiles brightly, even though the tiredness of a lot of portal traveling has clearly worn him off.

“Hi,” Alec greets back, grinning and holding the bowl near his chest, then extending it towards Magnus. “I made this for you. My first attempt alone at breeding a substance induced by a shape-shifting spell.”

Magnus stares to all that colorful and vibrant glitter in awe. It took over a decade for Alexander asking him how to make potions, and even if in the beginning he had a lot of difficulties to get used to, his stubborn Shadowhunter was never one to give up a challenge. He isn’t a genius like Izzy, but he is smart and focused enough to hold up the game.

“Hmm…” Magnus takes a moment to appreciate his husband’s sweet gesture. The glitter has a distinct spectrum of colors more intense and brighter than the mundane one. Magnus smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners with tenderness. “I loved it, Alexander. Thank you.”

“It has a perfume of your choice, too.”

“Oh?” Magnus approaches his face to try and smell when something tickles his nose and he sneezes.

And then there is glitter in the air, on their faces and clothes.

They stare at each other for a moment, too shocked to say or do something. They are positively sparkling more than any fairy they have ever met.

Alec is the first to come to his senses, clearing his throat as he reaches for Magnus’ face.

“Here, let me…” he trails off, not sure what to say, when Magnus squirms under his touch. Alec’s hand freezes in the air as he stares at his husband with a shocked expression. Then, he tries again, and Magnus does the same thing, though now he also giggles. “What the…”

After calming himself and organizing his thoughts, Magnus also extends a tentative hand, brushing alongside Alec’s ribs. The result is some kind of jolt and a strangled sound from his throat, as if Alec is trying to not laugh.

“Darling, did you put roses in this glitter?”

“Yes.”

“Different colors?”

“…Yes. Why?”

Magnus hums, understanding.

“Roses have strong magical power, especially the blue ones. If you mix them together, the shield spell to neutralize their mystic effects will eventually crack after some time. One of the side effects of so much flowery powder is body sensibility. To pain or…”

Alec mischievous grin returned.

“Tickles,” he lifts his hands and wiggles his fingers towards Magnus, who backs off instinctively.

“Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, don’t you dare…” Magnus says cautiously, narrowing his eyes.

“Why? After all, I do have magical fingers now. Very, very magical,” he smirks, approaching his husband like a predator.

“Don’t you try this bullshit of pun with me.”

“Why?” Alec repeats, finally cornering Magnus. “I learned with the best. A medium-rare one.”

“You will never let me forget that, will you?” He gritted his teeth. “It has been 31 years, Alexander. 31!”

“Never.” Alec finally grabs Magnus and spins him around, his fingers pressing the most sensitive spots of Magnus’ body that Alec memorized with utmost pleasure. His husband squirms again, tries to run away, but end up turning into a mess of giggles and laughs.

Somehow, after some time, Magnus is able to have his sweet revenge, and both engage in a very childish fight of who can make the other laugh more, stealing breathless kisses between fingers’ attacks and teasing words.

They could wait for the spell to wear off or try to make an antidote, but for now they would enjoy the contentment of their love’s smiles and laughs.

[gryffindorgazelle]

Heaving through corrupted lungs

𝖖 𝖚 𝖔 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

Will the hive survive, will the gladiolas Succeed in banking their fires To enter another year? What will they taste of, the Christmas roses? The bees are flying. They taste the spring - Wintering, Sylvia Plath

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I’d live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty - My Shot, Lin Manuel Miranda

Despite everything, it’s still you. Stay determined. - Undertale

Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere. - J. R. R. Tolkien

𝖇 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈

NAME: Dorcas Meadowes NICKNAMES: Cas, Dora AGE: 20 BIRTHDAY: August 17, 1960 GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: she/her

𝖋 𝖆 𝖒 𝖎 𝖑 𝖞

MOTHER: Rachel Meadowes (muggle) (48) FATHER: Alexander Meadowes (wizard) (50) SIBLINGS: Nicholas Meadowes (muggle) (25), Magda Meadowes (witch) (15), Jacob Meadowes (wizard) (12)

𝖕 𝖍 𝖞 𝖘 𝖎 𝖈 𝖆 𝖑 𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖘

FACE CLAIM: Jessica Sula BUILD: 5’7”, curvy – thick thighs save lives HAIR: Thick and curly  HAIR COLOR: Black EYE COLOR: Brown SKIN COLOR: Brown DOMINANT HAND: Right hand ANOMALIES: A few burn marks on her arms from potions gone awry; a crescent moon scar on her left knee from jumping off the roof when she was eight; little nicks on her fingers from prepping potion ingredients SCENT: Dittany, mint, and coffee ACCENT: English – Liverpool area ALLERGIES: Grapefruit, general hay fever DISORDERS: Mild depression, made worse by the state of the world, as well as London’s overcast skies. FASHION: Oversized sweaters tucked into jeans when she’s at home, long robes with slight embellishments when she’s in the wizarding world. Turtlenecks and pinafores, slacks and button ups – Dorcas loves muggle fashion and usually prefers it over robes. NERVOUS TICS: lip biting, tapping her wand against her thigh QUIRKS: when she gets mad, sparks begin to gather between her curls, and she will start to shock the people closest to her

𝖑 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖞 𝖑 𝖊

RESIDES: London, England BORN: Liverpool, England RAISED: Liverpool, England PETS: A cat growing up (Marcie) and then an owl for her first year of Hogwarts (Towel – a tawny owl)

CAREER: Healer EXPERIENCE: In training. Third year of five EMPLOYER: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: The Order of the Phoenix BELIEFS: Everyone deserves a chance – there are some who are beyond redemption, but people can change if they’re given the opportunity. Dorcas grew up in a small town just outside of Liverpool that was a mix of muggles and magical folk and the idea of any sort of discrimination based on blood status never crossed her path until she entered Hogwarts. MISDEMEANORS: None FELONIES: None DRUGS: Has dabbled in psychedelics but doesn’t use anything regularly SMOKES: No ALCOHOL: Yes DIET: Between doing work for the Order and her long shifts at the hospital, Dorcas doesn’t have a lot of time to cook. She’s always got a jar of peanut butter and jam in her pantry and two loaves of bread in the freezer but it’s rare that she has something even close to a full fridge of food. Usually she’ll grab takeout between shifts but there are some days where she’s so busy that food isn’t a thought until she’s falling asleep.

LANGUAGES: English

PHOBIAS: Small spaces, being restrained, things over her head and around her neck HOBBIES: Has a small garden in her room where she grows herbs. Also has a couple trailing plants hanging from her windows. She also collects postcards from every town she visits and displays them on a very crowded cork board. TRAITS: { + }: Protective, loyal, funny, uplifting, determined { - }: Stubborn, quick to anger, melancholic, acts before she thinks

𝖋 𝖆 𝖛 𝖔 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖊 𝖘

LOCATION: There’s a park that’s about a ten minute walk from the house Dorcas grew up in and off of it is a small hideaway. It’s nothing more than a five foot clearing with a hollowed out tree and a small garden but it was the place Dorcas ran to when she was upset or sad and needed somewhere to release her anger. The city has grown since she left for Hogwarts but the little clearing has somehow remained untouched. SPORTS TEAM: Dorcas doesn’t follow sports – she enjoyed watching the school quidditch games but never followed the sport outside of the house competitions GAME: Exploding Snap MUSIC: Queen, The Beatles MOVIES: The Exorcist, The Omen, any horror movie she can get her hands on FOOD: Donuts BEVERAGE: Lavender tea with honey COLOR: Maroon, Burnt Orange, Bright Yellow

𝖒 𝖆 𝖌 𝖎 𝖈

ALUMNI HOUSE: Gryffindor WAND (length, flexibility, wood, & core): 12 1/3”, limber, spruce, dragon heartstring AMORTENTIA: Eucalyptus, Bonfire on a cold evening, Fresh lilac bushes waving in the breeze PATRONUS: Black Bear BOGGART: A silent baby. Hers. Covered in sores and taking its last breath while she can’t reach it

𝖈 𝖍 𝖆 𝖗 𝖆 𝖈 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good. MBTI: ENFP MBTI ROLE: The Campaigner. ENNEAGRAM: Six ENNEAGRAM ROLE: The Loyalist TEMPERAMENT: Choleric WESTERN ZODIAC: Leo (July 23 – August 22). Known for their exuberance, loyalty, and self confidence. Optimistic, enthusiastic, passionate, and spontaneous. Struggles to quiet down and listen, to take a moment before acting. CHINESE ZODIAC: Rat (Gold). Smart, talented, hot-tempered, jealous, with a strong sense of self-awareness. Rats are quick-witted, resourceful, and smart but lack courage. With rich imaginations and sharp observations, they can take advantage of various opportunities. PRIMAL SIGN: Otter. Clever, feisty, gregarious, likes to be in charge. Doesn’t like to look unintentionally foolish and dislikes living by other people’s rules. TAROT CARD: Strength. A card of bravery and fierceness. Symbolizes an unafraid woman. She is undaunted, indomitable, and steadfast. TV TROPES:

Surprisingly Normal Backstory: Dorcas grew up in a small town just outside of Liverpool, with two loving parents, two brothers, and a sister. Despite the presence of magic, her upbringing was average and she learned how to do things both the magical and non-magical ways. It was when she went off to Hogwarts that her life suddenly began to be turned upside down. 

Challenge Seeker: Constantly seeking a challenge, Dorcas is always looking for ways to improve the potions she works with on a daily basis and hone her skills. She will not allow herself to be the weak link in any facet of her life. 

Forgets To Eat: Between working at St. Mungo’s and running tasks for the Order, Dorcas often forgets to grab something to eat and doesn’t realise it until she’s snapping somebody’s head off. A lot of her anger issues might not be so volatile if she remembered to eat at least three meals a day. 

SONGS:

Marigold – Mother Falcon

Bury all the marigold Underneath the bedroom As you stole two kisses from her lips Tears were shed And morals bled And petals were plucked Something in the heart beat like a drum

She – dodie

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach

Learn to Love – W. Darling

You can stand with a shield at your side Never breaking protecting your pride But you can’t really win if you’ve nothing to lose

Some Nights – fun.

Save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked

So this is it? I sold my soul for this? Washed my hands of that for this? I miss my mom and dad for this?

Wild Heart – Bleachers

Were we there? Was I brave? To think everything must die For anyone to matter

Eyes Wide Open – Gotye

You just get used to living in fear Or give up when you can’t even picture your future

The Crooked Kind – Radical Face

I heard you say you weren’t born of our blood I know we’re the crooked kind But you’re crooked too

But I smell their blood I hear their voices somewhere in my bones

I know their names I carry their blood too They sing forgotten songs But I know the words They’ve been with me sine I was born

Blank Maps – Cold Specks

When my words head for the clouds Will you have my back? We were good children Darling, let it out

Let Your Heart Hold Fast – Fort Atlantic

To believe I walk alone Is a lie that I’ve been told So let your heart hold fast For this soon shall pass

IDEOLOGIES:

Peanut butter and jam belong on separate pieces of bread

Don’t give the universe a chance to bring your fears to life. Rephrase your thoughts and concerns in a positive way and throw your entire weight behind them. Things will get better, even if it’s only by the sheer strength of your will.

Never waste the opportunity for a good pun.

Always lick the bowl.

Trust your gut instinct. It knows more than you.

Life can be pain but it can also be so much more if you let it. Hold your friends close and don’t let them go – it isn’t blood that makes a family.

[ladyofpurple]

answer all of the questions!!

holy SHIT ok bless you omg

(sorry it's a full day late i took this shit SERIOUSLY. don't ask me how many hours this took, i was in A Mood™️ last night. removed the ones already answered xoxo)

angel; have you ever been in love?

yeah. didn't end too well, but i loved him.

petal; favorite novel and author?

this is like asking me to pick a favorite child. i guess favorite author would be stephen king, if only based entirely on the sheer quantity of his books i own alone. favorite book would probably be special topics in calamity physics by marisha pessl, and i'm only saying that because it's been my go-to response for years. i have lots of favorite books. ask me again in five minutes and i'll give you another one.

honey perfume; favorite perfume/scent?

freshly made coffee. lilacs. jasmine. cut grass. the ground after it rains. chocolate chip cookies in the oven. cigarette smoke on skin. my mom's shampoo. my grandma. my dog when he's just had a bath. thanksgiving dinner. acrylic paint on canvas. sawdust. that one cologne i can't name but can smell on a guy from a mile away. mulled cranberry and apple juice. vanilla. coconut. fresh laundry. peppermint.

sweet pea; what’s your zodiac?

virgo sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising ✨

softie; talk about your sexuality.

i'm biromantic asexual, primarily attracted to men more than women (but have had too many crushes on girls to consider myself het), generally sex repulsed when it comes to the thought of having it myself. i prefer to call myself queer in passing conversation, it's easier than explaining asexuality and the differences between sexual and romantic attraction. if someone asks more specifically, i'll usually just call myself bi for simplicity's sake, even though the ace part is a much more important (to me) part of my identity. monogamous as fuck.

i'm still struggling with internalized homophobia and a lot of "am i even queer enough" thoughts, which is super fun. took me a long time to even consider the fact that i might like girls at all. i'll probably never come out to my parents. not that they'd, like, disown me or whatever, but they're juuuuust homophobic/transphobic enough that my few attempts to educate them when they say something A Little Yikes have shown me that i should probably just stay in the closet unless i absolutely have to come out. like i'm getting married to a woman or something.

sugarplum; what’s the color of your eyes and hair?

i usually say my eyes are green because it's easier, and they mostly are, but i have rings of greyish blue around the irises and sometimes they're more hazel in the middle. they always have a green tint to them though, even if the intensity of the green varies.

my natural hair is brown, a little on the darker and slightly ashy side of completely generic. currently a former blonde, although i'm hoping to bleach my fucking YEAR of growout soon, and then go some crazy color as a last hurrah before i have to go dark again. being broke fucking sucks.

wings; coffee or tea?

tea!! black tea. chai, to be specific, with an irresponsible amount of milk and sugar. chai lattes are a fucking drug okay? coffee makes me sick (not a judgement, a literal fact. last time i tried some i threw up).

fairytale; are you a cat or dog person?

cat!! but my family has a chihuahua named sonny and you can pry that little monster from my cold dead hands ok i will fight you.

snowflake; favorite time period?

okay, i wrote and rewrote my answer to this about 10 times. then i tried to divide it up into categories (aesthetics, history, fashion, vibes, geographical location, etc), but that didn't help. so basically: i don't have one, because i have too many.

i like the american 20s-60s for the aesthetic, music/movies, and the fashion. i also like the european 1600s-1800s for the interesting history and also vibe. i love the french and russian revolutions — the fashion! the art! the wars and political upheaval! I FUCKING LOVE HISTORY. then, of course, we can't forget the rennaisance. or the witch trials (pick your continent). and ancient greece? the roman empire? hello?? did i mention empires? how bout we mosy on over to south america — can i interest you in the mayans? incans? aztecs? what about china and japan? korea? vietnam? and don't even get me fucking STARTED on the black plague.

ancient egypt? sign me the FUCK UP. vikings? yes please. the celts? oh boy. the MYTHOLOGY. the ARCHITECTURE. the LANGUAGES and POLITICS and LITERATURE and REVOLUTIONS and GOD HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ANY OF THESE

i uh. might have gotten a little excited. basically i like history a lot. and mythology. and linguistics. and cultural practices. and the politics and prejudices behind wars and stuff. and learning in general. moving on.

vanilla; do you believe in ghosts?

let's put it this way: i don't not believe in ghosts??

listen. we don't know jack shit. we don't know what happens after we die, there are constant scientific revelations that turn our understanding of the universe completely upside-down, and there is literally no way to know which religions or myths or urban legends could have some grain of truth to them. like, dude, i've literally thought i was haunted before. psychology is bananas and the universe is infinite.

demons could be real. ghosts could be real. what if we just haven't invented the necessary technology to prove it yet? what if we never do, and they just fuck around alongside us, moving furniture and making shadow puppets on the walls just for kicks until the earth explodes? what if that one tumblr post was right and ghosts are actually real people from alternate universes or timelines that we see accidentally bc some cosmic wires got crossed? who fucking knows.

i love horror movies and scary stories and ghost hunter shows just as much as the next gal. but listen. psychics? mediums? people who accept every single creepypasta retold third-hand from their neighbor's kid's classmate's second cousin who "totally knows a guy"? doubt.jpeg

i don't understand the sheer amount of assumptions made willy-nilly about the nature of ghosts and demons and things that go bump in the night. the assumption that "oh this machine that totally doesn't look like a coathanger taped to a walkman will work because ghosts have this temperature and can always communicate like this and are electromagnetic" or whatever just baffles me. to a certain degree, following a general consensus is one thing — some basic things everyone can agree on? that's cool. ghosts can walk through walls and are probably dead people or whatever. but oh my god, taking every single story as absolute, undeniable proof?? taking these stories and expanding on them to infer intentions and scientific facts to something that by it's very nature is unknowable and assuming, like, every spirit is created equal?? and yeah, ghost hunting shows are fun and campy and kinda creepy but like. you really, genuinely don't think any of them have ever faked anything at all??? even if ghosts are real, it's fucking reality tv, my dude. it's the entertainment industry. at least maintain the slightest ounce of critical thought before taking zak bagans' word as the goddamn gospel.

and sidenote, maybe it's just my limited exposure as a white woman in the western world, but of all the shows and podcasts and movies and documentaries and whatnot i've been able to find and consume, there's the constant use of christian ideology applied to every situation that just really burns my bacon. what, there's never been an atheist ghost? if you see a shadow person and you don't know the lord's prayer by heart, are you automatically fucked? why are there never stories about, i don't know, viking ghosts? does your religion in life preclude you from becoming a ghost in the first place? is that why people never mention buddhist ghosts? i don't get it, and that's why even though i'm self-admittedly the most superstitious person i've ever met, true believers make me roll my eyes so hard they almost fall out. makes me come across as more skeptical than i theoretically am. I HAVE VERY STRONG FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OK

but like, you couldn't pay me to fuck with a ouija board. i'm not stupid.

delicate; diamonds or pearls?

both have their appeal and their place, but diamonds, i guess. i like the sparkle. but fake ones!! or synthetic. diamonds are overpriced and artificial scarcity is a scam and i don't need a dumb rock that some poor person in a mine somewhere was exploited and possibly died for. no blood diamonds in this house, thank you very much.

if i ever get engaged, i don't want a diamond ring. i'd want something cool, a little unusual, like a ruby or a sapphire or some other sparkly gem that isn't literally shoved in your face every waking moment as the expected standard symbol of True Love. they're cheaper, they're cool-looking, as a ring they still hold the cultural symbolism of an engagement/wedding ring. and honestly, as long as it's well-made and durable, whatever hypothetical gem it is doesn't have to be real either. i'm a woman of simple needs and demonstrably low standards. no point in going into debt for a fucking piece of jewelry, regardless of ~tradition~.

lavender dream; favorite album?

oh lord. welcome to the black parade, i guess. or anything by panic! at the disco. there are dozens of possible options — my interests are mercurial and my memory is garbage. but i'll always be an emo little shit. black parade and vices and virtues were also the first two albums i ever listened to where i loved every single song on them, and i happened to listen to them for the first time at around the same point in my life (i got into mcr super late. like, 2012 late. rip).

silky; what’s your biggest dream?

it's cheesy but i guess i just want stability and, by extension, happiness. emotional stability, mental stability, financial stability, stable living situation, stable routines, stable relationships... you get the idea. i have ambitions and passions, of course, but my ultimate goal is happiness at this point in my life, and i'm pretty sure stabilizing all those things would go a pretty long way in achieving that goal.

a little apartment with walls i can paint because white walls make me angry. bookshelves and posters and fandom merch on every wall. a computer i can actually play games on again, and somewhere i can paint and draw and record my podcasts. someone who loves me, maybe. a cat, if i'm stable enough. space for people to come visit me, and a place for them to sleep if they need. a tiny balcony, if i really want to shoot for the stars. a job i don't hate. the spoons to hang out with my friends, and the money to not worry about buying little presents for the people i care about sometimes. i don't need much.

strawberry kiss; do you have a crush right now?

nope.

glitter; favorite fictional character?

another loaded question. like books, if you ask me again in five minutes i'll probably give you a different answer. but in this particular moment, caleb and jester from critical role (please don't make me choose between them). i won't go full shipping mode rn, but jester is so funny and silly and sweet, so much more complex than she seems, and she tries so hard to make everyone happy even when she's so sad inside. the healer who treats healing as an inconvenience in battle (she's so fucking valid and also mood), the glue that keeps the party together. and caleb learning to trust again, facing his trauma and coming out of his shell. he loves his friends so much he plays wizard as a support class and i love him so much.

i love the mighty nein in general, of course, and all the guests/honorary members they've had. pumat!! pls don't be evil reani!! keg!! shakäste and grand duchess anastasia!! cali!! kiri!!!! the brotps! empire siblings! chaos crew! nott the best detective agency! i still love molly and all his assholery to bits (fight me), and mourn his lost potential. i adore yasha, even when she's gone; fjord has grown so much; beau and nott and caduceus — i love all their flaws and disagreements and their character arcs and the excitement of watching them grow and learn. but if i had to choose, caleb, jester and molly have always been my top 3 since day 1 and, well, molly isn't really an option anymore.

but like i said, ask me again in a minute. i have a fucking list.

swan; share a quote or passage that means something to you.

a collection of things off the top of my head:

Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition. — Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen

a tired feminist Mood™️

"What I say is, a town isn't a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it's got a bookstore, it knows it's not foolin' a soul." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman

i got my love of books from my grandma — some of my favorites i got from her. sometimes, as a treat, she used to take my sister and i to bookstores and we'd stay there for ages, getting to pick one out, roaming the shelves, the mental torture of having to choose. the peace of being surrounded by thousands of potential worlds, so much information, so many stories just waiting to be told; being surrounded by strangers who share that same wonder. the anxious drive home so we could read them, being unable to wait that long so i inevitably start reading in the car and make myself sick. telling her in excited detail all my favorite parts. if we were lucky, maybe we got to split a bear claw, or she'd drive past starbucks and get us something there too (tall vanilla soy steamer with one pump of vanilla syrup, whipped cream on top that always melted too quickly and squirted out the hole in the lid, so hot it burned my tongue but so good i didn't care). i have never felt more at home than i do when i'm surrounded by books.

"There are a lot of different types of freedom. We talk about freedom the same way we talk about art, like it was a statement of quality rather than a description. “Art” doesn’t mean good or bad. Art just means art. It can be terrible and still be art. Freedom can be good or bad, too. There can be terrible freedom. You freed me, and I didn’t ask you to." — Alice Isn't Dead, season 1, chapter 2: Alice

as cringey as it is to admit it, this line made me cry a lot after my breakup.

"So you aren't American?" asked Shadow.

"Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point." — American Gods, Neil Gaiman

[side-eyes white america real hard]

there's more, of course. there's always more. don't even get me started on song lyrics, we'll be here all day.

lace; what’s your favorite plant/flower?

lilacs and roses.

mermaid; do you prefer the forest or the ocean? why?

both, i guess. but in different ways, and in different circumstances.

the sea is wild. it is endless and deep and unknowable. it is beautiful and dangerous. i am terrified of the ocean, and yet my favorite place in the world is an empty beach on the oregon coast. i have picked sand from between my toes for days with hair crusted in salt, danced around bonfires and watched the stars while marshmallows burn, gotten pulled under the waves as a child and nearly swept out to sea. picked starfish and crabs from small pools in the rocks, and swum (accidentally) with wild sea lions. in a long skirt, too early in the year to be swimming, i once took off my shoes and waded fully clothed into the water to my waist and just... danced. splashed and kicked and laughed with a boy i barely knew until our throats were sore and our toes were numb, walking home hours later with our soaked clothes clinging to our legs, shoes squelching, dripping algae as we went. the ocean is freeing and overwhelming all at once. i love it and am petrified by it in equal measure.

the forest is beautiful in a different way. it is silent and dense and serene. you are surrounded by life and yet, somehow, completely alone. there is magic in the forest, and history, and even when all else dies, that will remain. the trees grow from the corpses of their ancestors, and some have lived dozens of our lifetimes — with luck, a few dozen more. it is quiet there, peaceful, even the tiniest wood in the middle of a city muffling the outside world through the trees. you can feel the ancient ways deep in your soul as you follow winding paths strewn with fallen leaves, the mystery and wonder and superstitions of your forefathers. you wonder what it would be like, to run your fingers over the moss, to take off your shoes and socks and just run, leaping and dancing over rocks and roots, hair wild and air filling your lungs in deep, pure gulps as you shed the responsibilities and struggles of modern life, for just a moment remembering what freedom tastes like. it is primal, this connection to nature, one we have nearly forgotten over time. and as the sky grows dark and the silence of night presses against you, shadows looming, every footfall deafening, perhaps you begin to understand why some believed in monsters.

honeymoon; do you keep a journal?

i used to. honestly, that's a good idea, i should start doing that again. lord knows i have enough empty journal-type books.

starlight; do you believe in love at first sight and soulmates? why/why not?

i want to. i want to believe there's someone out there for me, the love of my life, someone to whom i'll be the love of their life, and that when i meet them i'll just... know.

but when i met my ex, i didn't really look twice at him for a while — no love at first sight. and when we were together, when i loved him and he swore he loved me back, i thought he hung the stars in the sky and knew i would marry him someday. couldn't even consider the idea that that wouldn't happen. and then when he broke up with me, he ghosted me so suddenly and thoroughly that he even preemptively cut contact with every single one of our mutual friends he thought might side with me in the breakup, before anybody even knew we'd had a fight. so, not soulmates either.

i really want to believe that someday the perfect romance will just fall into place and i can have the happily ever after i've always dreamed of. but the reality is i might never even have another s.o. for the rest of my life. maybe i'll get hit by a car tomorrow, or my hypothetical soulmate moves to argentina to become an alpaca farmer on a mountain somewhere and we never even meet. maybe i'm so traumatized by the betrayal and lies that i'll never have the courage to even try again.

and even so, happily ever after doesn't have to include a fairytale romance, regardless of whether i want it or not. i still like to cling to that hope though, deep down.

princess; what do you value most in people?

i'm going to assume you mean "real people" as in people i have positive relationships with, and not random strangers on the street.

loyalty. kindness. support. humor. similar values. patience. being able to grow together and teach each other things, so we can make each other better. honesty. trust. compassion. confidence. emotional vulnerability. communication. intelligence, or at least a willingness to learn. strength.

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Hogwarts Mystery Gang: Signature Scents

So while making the Amortentia post for the HPHM Gang I did a lot of research with perfume/cologne notes which inspired this post which is purely just for fun ;) I may even do more, who knows?!

I had a lot of fun making this and I have to say I’m actually rather proud of it. Enjoy =)

(If you want to reblog with, or make a post about your own MC’s and/or Jacob, please do so and tag me =) Images ended up larger than intended...)

My MC - Adelyn-Keira: Black Opium - Yves Saint Laurent  

“A rock ‘n’ roll interpretation of the classic that should highlight the dark, mysterious side” “Fascinating and seductively intoxicating, the opening notes of adrenaline-rich coffee and the sweet sensuality of vanilla recline into the softness of white flowers for a modern, young, and vibrant interpretation of addiction.” “A haunting kind of innocent sweet creamy dream” “Intoxicating, warm and cozy, alluring, sexy and beautiful” “Sweet. Warm. Sexy. Beautiful. Sophisticated.” “Fall in a bottle” “Dark. Sweet. Sexy. Spicy. Enticing.” 

Notes: Coffee, Vanilla, Warm Spice, White Floral, Pink Pepper, Patchouli, Pear, Jasmine, Orange Blossom, Bitter Almond, Cedar, Licorice, Cashmere Wood

Rowan: Vert d’Encens - Tom Ford (unisex)

“Represents the scented interpretation coast of Corsica, sophisticated, aromatic, and wild” “Smoky incense, pine resin, and fir balsam evoke the sense of a dense forest and rugged peaks, while delectable heliotrope and woods heighten the grand atmosphere of sea and shadow.” “[This] is what promiscuous forest Nymphs would smell” “A walk through a warm forest” “Beautiful green earthy incense” “Aromatic. Distinguished. Epic. Wild.”

Notes: Woodsy, Balsamic, Aromatic, Wood Resin, Pine, Incense, Balsam Fir, Heliotrope, Fresh, Green, Smoky

Ben: Cool Cotton - Clean (unisex) 

(Or Blur - Maison Martin Margiela [I thought the name of this one was also perfect =p])

“A citrus aromatic fragrance for men and women” “Clean, fresh, simple” “Like freshly laundered cotton sheets” “Clear blue skies, beaming rays of sunshine, and the soothing texture of soft cotton” “Reminiscent of Spring” “Subtle and calm, fresh and crisp”

Notes: Cotton, Citrus, Mint, Musk, Amber 

Penny: Beautiful - Estée Lauder 

“A romantic, light bouquet of a thousand flowers, combined with citrus on the top and warm, woodsy notes in the base.” “Intensive floral heat is sweet...the base notes are warm and elegant [creating a] creamy, vintage, rich floral chypre” “Intoxicating,classy, elegant, complex, fresh, and feminine.” “Romantic. Feminine. Memorable.”

Notes: Floral, Aromatic, English Marigold, Rose, Carnation, Tuberose, Jasmine, Mimosa, Lily, Orange-Flower, Ylang-Ylang, Lilac, Chamomile, Freesia, Sandalwood, Amber, Violet, Vanilla, Mandarin Orange, Fruity Notes, Black Currant, Bergamont, Green, Vetiver, Sage, Neroli, Cedar 

Bill: L’Homme Intense - Prada for men

(TBH I almost went with Fahrenheit Absolute by Dior which is a smokier, more intense, “darker” version of Fahrenheit, with amber and myrrh, described as “leaving an impression of adventure” because I thought while Bill had this one, Charlie liked it but it was a bit too much for him so he went for the Fahrenheit version instead which is woodsier. So... alternative? Options?)

“High quality, expensive, cool, smooth, seductive, mature” “A multi-layered experience...to evoke the elusive nature of the multi-faceted Prada man” “Imagine a gentleman wearing this scent in the Fall/Winter, well dressed, having a glass of wine with an attractive woman on the couch in front of a fireplace (Fleur =p)” “Familiar and comforting” “Soft and playful but also elegant, classy, and sexy” “Sweet and spicy” “Masculine. Sexy. Alluring.”

Notes: Leather, Amber, Iris, Tonka Bean, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Myrrh 

Barnaby: Boss Bottled - Hugo Boss for men

“Warm, sweet, inoffensive, subtly sexy” “Classic, manly, elegant, and cozy”  “The fragrance is fresh and sharp with a woodsy base. A fresh and fruity  blended with floral and spicy heart with a masculine base.” “Smooth, creamy, masculine, and seductive” “Soft, elegant, and sweet” “Woody, warm spices, masculine citrus, fresh...A calm scent, gentle, sparkling like a stream in the sunlight” “A loveable scent with a simple agenda” “Like an inviting, sensual apple pie” “Fresh. Sweet. Spicy.”

Notes: Woody, Vanilla, Warm Spice, Fruity, Apple, Cinnamon, Sandalwood, Bergamont, Plum, Vetiver, Mahogany, Oakmoss, Cedar, Carnation, Geranium, Olive Tree, Musk

Andre: Touch for Men - Burberry 

(or L’Homme Ultime - Yves Saint Laurent - it was almost this one but Andre and Burberry are a match made in heaven. I almost gave him two signature scents because I had such a difficult time deciding between this one and Touch for Men - or Mr. Burberry Indigo - other options/alternatives) 

“Sophisticated, confident, sexy.” “A clean fragrance created by fairy dust. From a magical wish to the physical realm... Captivating and addicting.”  “Versatile - can be dressed up and be formal and classy or dressed down and casual” “Beautiful, intoxicating violet leaf gives off a powdery vibe accented by clean musk and spicy pepper and cedar” “Subtle fragrance that makes you feel clean and sophisticated”  “Classy and fresh” “Soft and refined, unique and classy.”  “Dressy casual” “Classic representation - a gentleman” “Unique, sexy, fresh, energizing” “Fresh and elegant” “Sophisticated and comforting” “Elegant and creamy” “A gentleman’s cologne” “A versatile, wearable fragrance that is welcoming but rich in contrast”

Notes: Fresh Spicy, Ozonic, Musky, Woody, Aquatic, Aromatic - Violet Leaf, White Musk, White Pepper, Tonka Bean, Cedar, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Artemisia, Mandarin Orange 

Tulip: Byzance - Rochas

“Floral, aldehydic, vintage, woodsy-spice” “Unique, strong, beautiful” “Very strong and complex with a dark mysterious vibe” “80s vibe” “Conveys the message ‘I know what I’m doing’ without being domineering or a know-it-all” “Oriental-floral and warm spice that reminds one of Turkey”

Notes: Warm Spice, Floral, Woody, White Floral, Tuberose, Aldehydes, Turkish Rose, Carnation, Spices, Ylang-Ylang, Sandalwood, Cardamom, Jasmine, Heliotrope, Amber, Vanilla, Musk, Anise, Basil, Lily, Mandarin Orange, Green Notes

Tonks: Rock Angel - Oriflame 

(And maybe later Roses & Chocolate - Mancera ;p)

“Fragrance for modern women inspired by rock music and youthful rebellion as well as tenderness and elegance that are symbolized by an angel. This fragrances tends to illustrate and distinguish the two sides of a woman - the temperamental and strong side and the gentle and subtle side. ‘Destroy stereotypes, redefine the boundaries, show the world your unique combination of gentleness and power’ it demands.” “Definitely one with a strong personality”

Notes: Fruity, Sweet - Bergamot, Pear, Red Apple, Peach, Praline, Grapefruit, Gardenia, Rose, Vanilla, Violet, Patchouli, Sandalwood, Musk, Cedar, Tuberose

Charlie: Fahrenheit - Dior 

“A woody, floral, musk fragrance for men” “A resolutely contemporary fragrance characterized by a meeting of extremes. Fresh, elegant notes blend in perfect harmony with bolder, more virile overtones to create a scent that is warm, subtle, and distinguished.” “Represents the ‘perfect man’ - Classically masculine [while] unafraid to show a softer side. Doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty as long as the job gets done but cleans up nicely. He’s fun, can laugh at himself, has manners and class. A true gentleman who treats his date with respect yet a sexual stunner when appropriate. Showcases his intellect without being pretentious or condescending. Knows his strengths without being arrogant.”

Notes: Leather, Fresh Spice, Aromatic, Woody, Ozonic, Honeysuckle, Nutmeg, Vetiver, Violet Leaf, Musk, Lavender, Cedar, Sandalwood, Amber, Patchouli, Hawthorn, Tonka Bean, Bergamont, Jasmine, Mandarin Orange 

Jae: Intense Oud - Gucci

“Simple elegance, smooth, refined, rich” “Dark and warm” “A cleverly crafted fragrance” “Deep and richly layered character” “Simplistic Elegance. Daring. Subtle Sophistication. Warmth.” “Manly, sophisticated, comforting, irresistible... Not overpowering, bold, or loud in the face [but] smooth, smoky, warm leaning towards a “modern” masculine” “Extremely luxurious Oriental fragrance - smells like you’re a billionaire”

Notes: Balsamic, Smoky, Oud, Incense, Olibanum, Saffron, Amber, Pear, Raspberry, Bulgarian Rose, Orange Blossom, Woody notes, Patchouli, Musk, Leather 

Badeea: Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

“Elegance personified” “Vintage and modern at the same time” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Consider perfume a portrait of its wearer: the sound of her voice, her gaze, the way she plays cards. At once timeless and resonant with today, here is a scent that speaks of her innate sophistication. Charm that emanates from within, boldly depicted without; an expressive portrayal of modern grace.” “Portrait of a Lady is more like portrait of perfection. It smells like fantasy stories, mysterious and deep.”

Notes: Warm Spice, Balsamic, Rose, Patchouli, Incense, Clove, Sandalwood, Raspberry, Black Currant, Cinnamon, Amber, Musk, Saffron, Benzoin

Liz: Philosykos - Diptyque

“Fresh. Green. Juicy.” “Humid. Juicy. Watery. The dampness makes it feel alive, like it just rained and now it’s sunny.” “ Like you’re walking through fig trees in mid-August.” “Scent of a snapped twig of a plant full of sap” “A green scent with a hint of warmth.” “Imagine cold Indian summer morning, sun slowly rising, a woman is drinking her hot tea with coconut milk watching the sunrise through an opened window, while a cold breeze brings in the smell of freshly cut moist grass.”  “Natural smelling” “The memory of a Greek summer at Mount Pelion. To get to the sea, there was a natural grove of wild fig trees to cross through. The sun at its zenith heated the earth, the dry wind carried the scent of the trees and their fruit. Philosykos is an ode to the entire fig tree: the green freshness of the leaves, the density of the white wood, the milky flavour of the figs.” “Creamy. Green. Woody. Earthy.”

Notes: Green, Woody, Fresh - Fig Leaf, Fig, Green Notes, Fig Tree Sap, White Cedarwood, Woody Notes, Musk, Coconut Milk 

Diego: 1 Million Intense - Paco Rabanne 

(there are so many Paco Rabanne fragrances that would work for Diego - think we found his brand =p)

“This high-impact fragrance creates a multifaceted signature of masculinity. Freshness, striking and assertive, refined yet virile, elegant, and one of a kind.” “Very sweet, intoxicating, warm and spicy - definitely attention grabbing.” “A nice, strong, and deep sweet masculine scent” “Strong and intoxicating but playful.” “Darker, spicier, and smoother...less loud, more interesting” “Modern, irreverent, provocative, and charming.” “Intoxicating sweetness, spicy musk, seductive, and rich.” “Warms the senses” “Fresh. Spicy. Vibrant.” 

Notes: Warm Spicy, Cinnamon, Rose, Blood Mandarin, Cardamom, Saffron, Black Pepper, Sandalwood, Neroli, Patchouli, Leather, Iris, Orris Root

Talbott: Rocabar - Hermès

“A unique smelling scent which captures the feeling of  the great outdoors perfectly. Pine woody notes combined with citrus and vanilla notes gives this scent a freshness and lightness but there remained a beautifully earthy feel to the scent.” “Opening briefly with sharpness, dries down to be warm, cozy with a touch of cool majestic” “Strong silent type with wisdom in his eyes” “Manly but soft around the edges” “A mixture of chypre with a dry resinous and spicy oriental feeling, something able to transmit a rough and at the same time velvety” “He is down to earth and rough, but kind hearted and refined.” “Whispering gentleness and intelligent manner.” “The man who knows but remains silent.” “Reflects a man who is calm, assured, and kind.” “It seems to breathe in the fresh air of a pristine forest” “Elegant. Reserved. Alluring.”

Notes: Woody, Aromatic, Fresh Spicy, Warm Spicy, Balsamic - Juniper, Coriander, Bergamont, Lemon, Cedar, Canadian Balsam, Benzoin, Vetiver, Italian Cypress, Cardamom, Vanilla, Violet, Carnation, Oakmoss, Patchouli, Fir 

Chiara: Balenciaga L’Essence - Balenciaga

“Possesses an ethereal quality” “Opens with an ozonic feeling in the air on a summer day when it’s about to storm. It has a perfectly gentle, vague woody base that is warm but not heavy, nothing sharp or intense... just grassiness in a lush garden.” “Green, wet, lush, and juicy while soft and powdery.” “A natural, fresh, forest scent” “Lovely creamy green scent” “A dark mysterious forest after it’s rained, out of a fairytale” “Calm and confident but not boastful, kind, a little playful, and friendly.” “Light and airy and soft...like a whisper in paradise, a dream that lasts only for a second. Makes people curious with its enchanting quality” “Charming and loveable scent” “A really beautiful forest floor scent - shaded trees, cool air, violets everywhere, and unicorns!” “It’s like inhaling all the greens of a deep wood with a very shy sun gently caressing the trees, yet heavy grey clouds are still present and the moss and grass are still humid after a short and light rainfall; flower beds of wild violets - you are alone and introspective”  “Lovely, quite melancholic, energetic yet meditative, subtly sweet”

Notes: Green, Woody, Aromatic, Ozonic, Powdery - Green Notes, Violet Leaf, Violet, Vetiver, Cedar, Sandalwood, Patchouli

Merula: Midnight Poison - Christian Dior

“A bewitching scent” “Empowering” “Thick sweet woods dripping in amber and spicy dark rose” “A dark potion of almost black roses and earthy bitter patchouli. Spicy, sexy, intriguing. No softness, no sweetness. Unapologetic and fierce darkness.” “Brooding patchouli and sinister spice...Dark, spicy, and woody.” “Maleficent” “Seductive and intense. Makes one feel confident” “Opens sharp and overpowering but dries down, mellows out, to creamy and sweet.” “Feminine with a gothic edge” “Gothic dark beauty” “Mysterious and seductive yet there is a strange innocent quality” “Smoky and sultry with subtle sweetness and softness” “Strong and dynamic - demands attention” “A magic elixir dark witches brew to entice and enchant” (need to get my hands on some of this! My MC would also rock this - she’s going to “borrow” some from Merula =p)

Notes: Patchouli, Rose, Amber, Citrus - Bergamot, Mandarin Orange, Warm Spice - Vanilla

Ismelda: O - Blood Concept

“Unique and enigmatic.” “Weird, sharp, and unique.” “Cruel leather with metallic notes... a predominant kick in the nuts” “Up close has a softer presence, more pleasant and actually comforting” “Smokey, strange, bitter” “A bizarre combination that is pleasant despite its strange quality. Powerful, direct, and confident. The composition is modern, minimalistic, edgy, empowering, and unisex. Aromatic and spicy...strong...projecting power and confidence.”  “And interesting fragrance that can come off as cold” “I could see Lestat wearing this” “Smoky, intense, earthy, and definitely bizarre” *Others have said this scent has made them physically sick (well with Ismelda’s unwashed hair...maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s this!)

Notes: Leather, Metallic, Sweet - Raspberry, Smoky, Woody - Birth Tar, Virginia Cedar, Caraway, Rose, Cyperus Esculentus

Jacob: Olympic Rainforest - Olympic Orchids Artisan 

(and Narciso Rodriguez for Him - Narciso Rodriguez - probably wears this darker fragrance more after the Vaults and Cult experiences, but the Olympic Rainforest reminds him of living in Canada, being in the great outdoors, and provides him a sense of peace and comfort)

“Explore the mysterious, lush, mist-shrouded rainforest of the Pacific Northwest where everything is constantly green, every surface dripping with water and covered with life in the cycle of growth, decay, and rebirth.” “Like hiking through a recently burned forest to the untouched forest beyond.” “A touch of sweetness underneath the woody, rustic smell.” “Opens very dark but soon dries down to some sweetness and warmth.” “The forest is alive and dynamic.” “Something soothing yet daring - takes great risks” “Phenomenal, sublime, majestic, embracing.” “The change from the cool, wet pine through the floral heart and warm honeyed wood is like the passing of a summer’s day in the forest.” “Bitter, dark and cool to warm, soothing, slightly sweet.“ “Spicy, resinous, mossy, fresh, rich, natural” “Lovely, therapeutic, calming yet playful.” “Has a pensive, calming, almost therapeutic quality”  “Like hiking through the forest after it rains”

Notes: Woody, Balsamic, Earthy, Aromatic, Woody Spice - Canadian Balsam, Port Orford Cedar, Oakmoss, Sword Fern, Myrrh, Boletus Edulis (Forest Mushrooms), Black Spruce, Beeswax, Wildflowers, Rhododendron

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Cutie Reviews: Kira Kira Crate Jan 19

Alrighty guys, here we are :3 As I already explained a few times, I will be skipping the January NMNL box as I reviewed that back when we got it, due to the major overhaul the box had. I’ll be resuming that brand when I get into my February boxes.  

Also, before I begin I had a few other things I wanted to touch up on. I got an email this morning from Yume Twins, apparently they plan on modifying the boxes again. I’m not sure how yet though, but if it’s an “extreme change” like NMNL then I’ll probably make a post on that.

The other thing I wanted to mention is that my box in this review is missing an item. I’ll explain more about that inside the post.

This months theme: New Year, New You

“As winter is in full swing, moisturize your skin all over your body through the cold and dry conditions. January’s curation is set to target your entire body from your head to your hands!“

Missing Item: Daruma Bath Bomb

So as I said on top my box is missing an item. No clue what happened to it, my box was sealed and didn’t look tampered with. I took pictures and sent a message to the people who make the box but they were unable to explain what could have possibly happened to it; so my guess is my box was simply overlooked or they ran out by the time they got to mine.

As the box was sold out and they had no more of these they could send, they gave me a refund on the bath bomb instead. It was a little disappointing, but they quickly responded and listened to me, and tried to make it up to me; which made me feel at little better.

So with that in mind, I’m not going to be rating this item. We will now move on to the other stuff, which I actually did get :P

Rice Facial Mask

I couldn’t help but think of how familiar this was. The packaging is different (besides the white and red coloring) but does anyone remember me getting another pack of rice face masks from NMNL some months back?

This specific pack is made from fermented soy milk, four kinds of rice, and soybean extract. Using it continuously will provide soft, shiny, and plump skin while moisturizing it. It has a... sort of generic facial/lotion scent I keep bringing up when I review these products in various posts.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Because I was really curious, I took half of this mask and on the other portion of my face used half of the other brands mask. They smell the same and are probably made out of the same ingredients, and they felt the same after using them- but it was brought to my attention that the side with this mask felt smoother.

It might be because it was new, in comparison to the other pack which was older. But they had the same moisture when I was getting them out of the pack (the old one might even be more moist, it has visible liquid in the pack!), so I’m not sure what makes them different.

Silicone Face Mask

This item serves as a partner for the face mask, it’s a Silicone mask you put on over a face mask, and you use its loops to attach to your ears to hold it on. These are made to help your skin efficiently absorb more than what you would with just a mask on; kind of like the +1 bonus you’d get in a game for equipping certain items. It also helps to keep the mask on, so you wouldn’t be restricted while you’re using it.

Also, according to the package of this product the notches around the holes can be cut to alter the mask (I’m not entirely sure how, it makes it tighter or longer or something?), and you could even cut it to make two separate masks, a lower half and a top half.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I was excited about using this, because as someone who gets bored laying around using products some times I want the option to do other things. Unfortunately, this mask was way too uncomfortable for me to use. As far as I know I don’t have a big head, but this was a bit too tight around my ears and after like somewhere between 3-8 minutes I had to loosen it and play with a bit to try to keep it on, and by 10 minutes I gave up and took it off. I’m not sure if I just had it on wrong, or if it really is too small for me.

In saying that, I might cut it into two separate pieces as the back demonstrates. I noticed when I had one set of the loops on my face I was okay, but when I had both on it hurt. Beauty can be painful, but you shouldn’t be in a pain while relaxing >3<

Any long-time readers might recall that I do already have one of these, one that was black and cat-themed. It felt more comfortable than this one did honestly.

Hand Cream

I love items like this because there is usually a variety you can get per-box. Ironically I tend not to get the one I would prefer, but I end up happy nonetheless. For this month, the item was (as usual) a hand cream, available in 3 lovely scents~

This time we could get Citrus, Lavender, and Rose. I love roses, and lavender is very soothing, but I also happen to like bright citrus scents :3 so I was fine getting any of the three. Each tube features a pretty floral design and gold lid.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

My hands are already soft, but I can still feel a difference using this. They feel smooth, and it didn’t irritate the scratches I have (which aren’t visible in the pic because they happened after I took these). The scent itself... I’m not really sure how to describe it. Maybe like an imitation lemon-orange-floral-citrus scent?

I can’t exactly place it, but it smells really nice.

My only complaint I have is that I feel like they didn’t really give us enough in this tube. I used this once when I got the box and with hand cream you don’t need a lot, but I’ve compared it to my smaller/older tubes of similar product (same container and all) and from what I can recall/feel, they were more full.

2-in-1 Cuticle Pen

This is our last item, a handy little tool for keeping the beds of the fingernail clean, looking healthy, and moisturize them a little.

It has an amazing lavender scent, and (this is a stupid detail I just really like) you can put the cap on the end of the pen! So you don’t have to worry about losing it while you use the pen.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥

I love how it smells, and it looks pretty neat too. However, I’m not really sure if it’s been doing anything or not, and I’ve been using it for the past few days. It also kind of hurts a tiny bit to use, due to being like... a dried, oily substance. The previous cuticle pen I had like this used gel instead, so it felt a lot nicer.

Something else of concern is that as far as I know, what’s visible is the only piece you get. So if you accidentally broke it off, or damaged it I’m not sure it’d be usable anymore, but in saying that I haven’t noticed any physical changes to it since using it. So I assume it’s made to last a long time.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Quality - 4 out of 5. I decided to count this considering they left out an item. Everything else was fine though, and there was no issues or damage done to the box so I’m pretty sure it was just an oversight.

Theme - ???? out of 5. I’m not really sure how to count this one. I know how Daruma can symbolize the new year and putting the old year behind, but I didn’t get that item. I get the concept of “new you“ with makeup items- but essentially they do that with every box don’t they?

Content - 4 out of 5. Sure, there was some tiny details I would change for a few items, but I genuinely really liked them. Again I have to count the fact there was one missing too.

Total Rank: 8 out of 10 Cuties. Missing item, tiny details, and theme confusion aside, I genuinely really liked this box :3 I’ve been a bit iffy as of late with the past few but this one I really, really liked. It was full of items I enjoyed using, and it’s all re-useable (not counting the missing bath bomb) and practical. I would definitely recommend this specific box and/or it’s items.

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Hand Cream - It feels so nice and soothing, the scent is really nice, although it fades pretty quick. I also really like the design; I’ve always had a fondness for soft floral images.

2. Cuticle Pen - I love it’s strong lavender scent, it’s so soothing~ I also kind of like how the pen looks too.

3. Rice Face Mask -  I like that we get a set pack of these, I think they work pretty well. The masks are plain, and the scent isn’t that impressive but I didn’t hate it either.

4. Silicone Face Mask - it’s clear and fun to look at, even if it did hurt a little. I’m sure if I do some snipping I can make it more comfortable.

Alright, that’s it for the January Kira Kira crate :3 Next up will be Kawaii Box and Tokyo Treat, so until the next time, remember to open up a box of cuteness!

[wildfcress]

"never have i been a calm sea // i am a storm” storm - fleetwood mac

“fire in her bones // honey in her soul // she is sweet when she has to be // and fierce when she needs to be” - unknown

Background

Full name: 

Lily Josephine Evans

Lily (English): Lily flower. Pure. The symbolism of a lily is innocence, purity, and beauty.

Josephine [Jo-SUH-Feen] (French): May Jehovah add. Named after her grandmother on her mother’s side, Josephine Campbell.

Evans (Welsh): Son of Evan; Gracious gift of Jehovah

Age: 

16

Birthday: 

January 30th, born and raised in Cokeland 

Cokeland is located in the Midlands in England, so I think that in a real geographic perspective she grew up in what would be our Copeland, England.

Blood Status 

Muggleborn

Zodiac Sign: 

Aquarius

If it’s new, radical and rebellious, Aquarians are all over it. The fact that these folks can think so creatively and inventively is one of their greatest assets. Water Bearers are all about progress and technology — they love the latest gadgets, gewgaws, computers, and next-generation technologies. Thanks to a genius that borders on insanity (!), those born under this sign have the unique ability to present ideas that will revolutionize the world. Their approach in doing so may be unpredictable, impersonal and at times cold.

Generally, that means ample space, since Aquarius traits tend to be freedom-loving and individualistic, these folks need to roam (and yes, they do enjoy travel). While Aquarians are generally sympathetic and compassionate, they like it when things go their own quirky way. Some might call their behavior eccentric (and they would be right), but when you consider that the Aquarian’s heart is truly in the right place, a few oddities should be overlooked. In their own way, Aquarians treasure their many friends and acquaintances and want to give back as much as they can.

At play, those born under an Aquarius sun sign like to surround themselves with lots of people, preferably family and friends. When it comes to love, this star sign will also be playful, even flirtatious. While they play for keeps, it won’t necessarily feel that way, since these folks are the opposite of jealous. The great strengths of the Aquarius-born are their vision, intellect and humanity. They are determined to make the world a better place and to help everyone they can along the way. They are truly the trailblazers of the zodiac.

(+) Affectionate,  Progressive, Humanitarian

(-) Temperamental, Aloof, Uncompromising

What’s their family life like?:

Her mother Aisla (Elle-sa) Evans (nee Campbell) works as a seamstress and her father Christopher Evans owns a convenience store. Her older sister Petunia Evans is currently going to Imperial College London for Communications and Public Affairs. 

She’s always been really close with her mother, but her and her father have never quite seen eye to eye. Her and Petunia used to be attached by the hip until Lily started to display magic. Losing her sister was like losing part of herself; being as close as the two were, she struggled to find herself again after that loss. To this day she refuses to lose hope that they’ll reconnect one day.

When did magic first begin to manifest itself?:

She was nine and she was playing in her grandma’s garden and accidentally crushed her lavender plant. When she picked it up it rebloomed in her hand.

School

Wand Characteristics:

10 1/4 inches, Willow, Dragon Heartstring, Swishy

Willow; those with willow wands are known to have unwanted insecurity and great potential. Lily hates how insecure she could get. She tries to hide it, mainly through studying and making sure everything is as perfect as possible. They perform strong non-verbal spells and often goes to those who feel they have a lot to learn. A proverb in the Ollivander family says “he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.”

Dragon Heartstring: The only thing on the face of the earth as temperamental as Lily. When she first got it it would not. Stop. Blowing up in her face. Literally and metaphorically. So she started working even harder to make sure that a stupid piece of wood wasn’t beating her, and she eventually learned how to get it under control. Wands with a dragon heartstring core are known to produce the strongest magic. They can also change allegiance when won in a battle, and it bonds fiercely to its owner. Whenever someone in her dorm tried to use it...well, the walls were pink for weeks.

How long did it take the wand to choose them?:

She found it on the seventh wand. She thought that was normal, but then the person after her found theirs in one shot so she was like....a LIL OFFENDED TBH.

House:

Gryffindor 

How long did it take the sorting hat to sort them?:

Five minutes. It had a hard time deciding whether to sort her into Gryffindor or Slytherin, because of her strong leadership, bravery, and ambition. But ultimately it decided on Gryffindor because of her brashness beat out everything else.

How do they feel about their common room/dorm?:

Loves them! The colors and overall atmosphere of the common room are so fucking comfy to her, being in it always puts her in a good mood. She practically lives in front of the fireplace. As for her dorm, she’s decorated her space with tons of posters, letters, polaroids she’s taken through the years, and fairy lights around her bed, so it’s pretty much a safe haven.

Year: 

6th

If they could go to another school, where would they go?:

Beauxbatons! She’s a hopeless romantic, so she’d love to actually live in france and go to school there!! Like, wow!! Two birds with one stone!! Their uniforms are much cuter, and she’s heard nothing but amazing things about their academics. Or Ilvermorny, because she’s interested in the fact that it was originally just a homeschool, which turned into a small group before eventually evolving into the school it is today. 

Best classes:

Charms, Potions

Worst Classes:

Transfiguration, Divination

Patronus: 

Doe. Like a doe, Lily is observant, protective of those close to her, nurturing, gentle, and determined.

Memory they’d use to conjure it:

Her seventh birthday. Her favorite aunt, Marabell, surprised her at her grandmother’s house with the astronaut Barbie doll she wanted. There was snow covering the ground and they explored the forest by her grandmother’s house until it started getting dark. When they went inside they had dinner (chicken franchise - her favorite) and after they were done cleaning up she helped her grandmother made lemon cake.

What does Amortentia smell like to them?:

Lemons, a woodsy smell, and a third scent she really can’t recognize

Are they in any clubs?:

Slug Club & Dueling Club

Did they bring a pet? If yes, what?:

She brought a white cat named Priscilla (Petunia named her, she wanted to name it Snowball)

How often do they get packages from home?:

All. The. Time. Her parents always send her newspapers, magazines, and candy from home.

Do they earn detentions often?:

If she got caught doing half the shit she does, she’d be in detention a lot more. BUT she’s good at hiding it. Some rules are meant to be broken, and being a prefect sure as hell has its perks. 

Are they the type to gain or lose house points:

Gain.

Would they go to the Yule Ball? Who would they ask?:

You bet your ass she would. And she’d probably definitely go with Mary. Their actual dates can come too.

Do they play quidditch? If so, what position?:

Not currently, but she’s thinking about trying out for chaser next year if there’s a spot open.

Favorite color:

Pink 

Describe their aesthetic in 3 words:

Black flower Doc Martens. Messy hair. Overly sized sweaters.

Theme song:

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Top 5 songs in their playlist:

Dog Days Are Over - Florence and the Machine

Edge of Seventeen - Fleetwood Mac

Long Live - Taylor Swift

Now I Can Talk - Two Door Cinema Club

Nights - Frank Ocean

Vine that fits them: 

x x x x

3+ wanted connections: 

frenemy: someone that just grates her nerves. there’s no obvious reason as to why she doesn’t like them, but something about them makes her want to drive her head and theirs through a wall.

old flame: based off this song, something beautifully unofficial. lily has a huge heart and falls easily, so maybe something that was supposed to be nothing ended up being a lot more? possibly one sided? who knows. 

drinking buddies: can be multiple people! when shit gets real someone she could just drown her problems away with.

sass masters: this friendship is a lot of banter, light hearted insults, and teasing. they’re just having fun tbh.

quidditch: she wants to try out for quidditch next year, so someone to help her train and actually figure out what the fuck she’s doing

tutor: someone she tutors. simple as thAT

child: lily has taken this person under her wing and will do absolutely anything to protect them. she’s going all mama hen

unlikely friendship: lily can befriend a wALL. okay. so this is a friendship that you absolutely wouldn’t expect but it’s here 

fight club: she ALWAYS argues with this person. like every word out of their mouth just pisses her off immensely. even their presence makes her want 2 cry

internet: hogwarts is a big school, so i think it’d be fun to play with her befriending someone online and like just not knowing who they are in real life. they know each others name and houses and whatever but they’ve never actually met.

enemies: very self explanatory

more tba probably

Miscellaneous (Anything else you want to add): 

headcanon time!!

during school breaks she gets jobs around her town. not only does it give her muggle experiences that she wanted to have when she was younger, but she also feels guilty asking her parents for money every couple of months.

 she has two sets of school notes. one is the chickenscratch she takes during class, the second is a neater version of it that’s highlighted and bulleted and annotated. 

she’s HUGE into bullet journals

or just journaling for that matter. she thinks it’s fun

professional stealer of clothes. ur shirt missing? lily has it. ur pants? also lily’s. you probably won’t get it back.

her favorite candy is sugar quills (the white ones cause she’s basic)

the better her mood, the more sugar she puts in her coffee/tea

prefers coffee over tea

she knows every word to every one direction song

would much rather not wear shoes 

always has muggle pens and papers on her because you never know

she can NEVER have her nails done. she can for like a night but she’ll always end up picking it off

super cuddly. will more than likely fall asleep on you

is pretty much a cat

if she’s close with you, you have no faults. she will ignore everything wrong with them until she’s absolutely forced to face it. but once that trust is gone, it’s gone for good

[grizzlymusume]

Stargazing - Diana Prince x Fem!Reader

Hello! This is a follow up of Aquarium. Still very mild but it might get more steamy.

Hope you like it!

It’s been weeks since your encounter with Diana at the aquarium and after the deal, you were assigned to another project so you could not peek into the affairs of the art gallery any longer. You were assisting in a big wedding. These people were not being cheap with details and they wanted all to be over the top. The sister in law was picky as the bride and they were giving you a hard time in general.

"I said, Teal. This is aquamarine and I think that this purple is not lavender enough" and so went on. 

"We are paying you good money so better deliver chicas" was their favorite thing to say after every meeting. They seemed not to understand that you were paid a fixed wage which was totally unworthy when you were forced to endure such treatment. It was getting late and you were about to leave the office when you received a text. "Good evening, are you free tonight? I’m back in town and I’d love to see you. D." You gasped. You weren’t expecting her texts today - she told you she was in the middle of a business trip not 12 hrs ago- so thinking that you could see her tonight…  You were so unready. Of all days, you chose today to roll with a pair of clean jeans with a lousy t-shirt and sneakers. As you were not meeting any clients today - or your crush- you went for the comfy side of your wardrobe. "Hi there! Sure, where are we going?" You replied while your mind was already choosing routes to get home as fast as transit could let you. "I am outside your office :)" "OMG - be right there" you texted as fast as you could. You sprayed some more perfume on your pulse points and hoped for the best. And there she was. Your beautiful art dealer, leaning in the door of her car, radiant like the sun. Her high skirt flattered her full hips while the lousy blouse enhanced her bust in a very flirtatious way. Black hair pulled in a perfect mignon on the top. Red lipstick on point. Your heart twisted. She smiled and greeted you with courtesy kisses when you went to her. She was poking at your messy bun while asking you about your day. You totally forgot about it and you were about to undo it when she stopped you saying that it was matching hairstyles. As if. You were convinced that Diana Prince could look radiant even with bed hair... and you could not be more eager to find it out.

She saw you smiling and pulled your chin towards her. Damn this woman was tall. Even with your higher heels on, she would still surpass you. "Something funny you want to share?" 'I want to mess that perfect hair of you on my bed'  seemed to be a bit too bold for the moment so you just smiled back while pulling your arms around her neck the best you could murmuring a low "Later". She took the lead and kissed you softly. Those kisses made everything better. You were in a cab as she came right from the airport to your office. So you both chatted about her travel on your way to a small family restaurant at the outskirts of the city. The style was very European and the food was Mediterranean. It was like a gateway from the noisy city life and you were in so much need of that. Diane was cheerfully telling you about these ceramics that they found in Anatolia and how excited she was to see them restored until she received a phone call. Her eyebrows frowned as her gaze turned dark and serious. she suddenly stood and went away mumbling something on the phone. she seemed worried and a bit angry. As soon as she hung up she came to you grabbing both of your hands: "Something came up, I really need to go. I am so sorry. I'll make it to you, I promise". She said kissing your palms before bolting away. You were left alone in a table served for two. You were shocked and upset. But the darkness in Diana's semblance made you think that it sure has been something urgent and terrible. Your appetite was gone so you paid the bill and called an Uber home. Your unit was a small 3 bedroom apartment, in a pretty ugly building. Let's not fool ourselves, you had bills to pay, loans to answer to. A fancy apartment was still out of your reach so you kept this small shared unit as your cozy cave. The neighbors were noisy, the windows cracked and bubbles came up from the sink from time to time but it was your safe space, no parents involved. Your roomies were like the sisters you could choose to have. So far, it wasn't the best but it was good enough and you were happy.

Thank God they were there and they were making craft dinner. Comfort food was just what you needed. You didn’t feel like sharing your disappointment so you sunk it all for the time being and enjoyed the night watching your weekly tv-series with your girls. Laughter after laughter you felt better and forgot Diana for a moment. Since the aquarium date, both of you texted frequently but there were only a few occasions where you could meet.  In the past 6 months,  it happened often with Diana that she had some urgent meeting so she would cancel you last minute, or her replies were hours late.

Even if you felt that you were in the gray area where you date the person but not as sure if you are together yet, all this weird behavior made you think that you were an ‘affair’, the second woman in a relationship and confronted her. Your demand was categorically denied: she used such a tone and manner, that even if it was through a video call it was hard to believe that she could be lying about it.

A couple of weeks flew by and Diana was still off the radar. She was not updating her social media neither.  You knew she was alive because she texted you a “Very busy. Reach to you asap. Xoxo’ and that’s it. For the rest of it, she was MIA.

But work kept you busy cramping you not one, but four weddings. One of them a same-sex one and that lifted your spirits a bit. It was always good to see your community triumph after the adversity. Both grooms were lovely individuals and together they just shone. You were more than happy to make their special day their best memory. After the party (They insisted for you to stay longer) you needed the urge of a hot shower. Your roomies were busy doing her own things in her rooms, so you could use the bathroom a bit longer. While you were about to apply your favorite body conditioner your phone rang. Once. Twice. At the third missed call you picked it up, trying your best to not wet the device. It was Diana. "Are you ok?" was the first sentence out of your mouth. "I am so sorry for everything. Let me make it up to you Y/N" Diana sounded tired and concerned. Your heart twisted. "Are you in your apartment?” She asked immediately

“Yes but-” “Wait for me downstairs in 45" and she hangs up. What the actual flock? You finished your shower as fast as you could, using all your tricks to be alluring, unsure what was about to happen. You put one of your pretty dresses, one that enhanced the color of your eyes and flattered the shape of your body. You were about to see your gorgeous-kind-of-girlfriend and you wanted to look good.

You did not have much time to dry it properly, so you pulled your hair in a fishtail braid and winged your eyes. You looked gorgeous, for such a rush makeup look. But most important: you felt gorgeous. You loved the way she looked at you when you were in power of your confidence. And God, that shower and the scent you had on you made you feel like a goddess. You were putting your small boots on when your phone rang. She was downstairs. As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, there she was: Long curves framing her face, dressed in a long coat, her perfume mixed with a faint smell of iron…? but still, her radiant smile makes her look stunning.

She grabbed you by your waist and hugged you hard. Conveying her happiness to see you through her arms. You were almost out of breath but you hugged her back, also very happy to see her again.   "I am so sorry for how I have been behaving” she started, letting you go slightly  “We need to talk about something." Her radiant blue eyes looked concerned. This was something serious. You gulped as you nodded. She took both of your hands and kissed them before leading you to her vehicle.

“I… “ she was hesitant. you were more nervous “Do you want to go for a ride?” She asked as soon as you fasten your seatbelt.  

“Yeah, sure” you answered trying to stay calm. You texted your roomie's group chat that probably you would be late tonight. And before they started collapsing the chat with questions you muted it for 8hrs. You were worried but glad that she was safe, willingly to take you whenever she wanted to go.

Still, during the ride, you were both silent most of the time. Diana tried to break the tension with small conversation here and there but both of you were too nervous. After a while, she pulled the car from the highway and drove you to the top of a hill. “Let’s stop here for a moment,” She said as she pulled over the edge. It was dark and no other cars were around.The city lights were beautiful and the night sky cleared showing batches of stars. Diana left the car, and you followed. The wind was strong and her coat revealed something shiny underneath.

“I… I cannot hold it any longer,” she said leaning closer to you, shielding you from the wind. “Y/N … I have a secret” She stated, taking your hands in hers, and placing them on her chest, inviting you to hold the collar of the coat while she unbuttoned it slowly.  You were frozen, in expectation.

She opened the coat revealing an armor. Gold, Red, Blue. You recognized the symbol carved on it. You gasped loudly. Diana cupped your cheeks, making you look at her while your eyes started to water. You could not believe it.

Diana was Wonder Woman in the flesh.

“I love you - I know it is a bit sudden but I really do. And I cannot stand keeping you on the obscure. I do not lie, and I don’t want to start now just because of this secret” She kissed your forehead while tears were running down your cheeks. “I value you the most. you are so tender and precious… would you go out with me the same, even if I have a bigger duty to attend?” her sapphire eyes looked into you.

You were happy and amazed. you nodded like the idiot you felt for crying in front of the most amazing woman in the world. You whispered a soft “Yes!” before hugging her tightly. She hugged you back smiling, strong arms reassuring you, before whispering softly ‘I love you’s in your ear, stroking your hair. You were so happy that it wasn’t an affair. You were so proud of being close to such a hero. Those emotions were so strong that you could only smile and sob.

After a moment you pulled apart trying to fix the mess you were, still smiling. Wonder Woman was a legend and you were just grinning like a lunatic. She just found you so terribly adorable that she bombarded you with kisses all over. “So, that’s why you were ditching me almost every time…” you could muffle giving her kisses back.

Diana muffles another ‘yes’ and ‘I am sorry’ while hugging you again. “Do you want to hear about my work?” she asked in what sounded as a somber tone for a moment.

“Only if you want to” you replied, caressing her cheek.

“Not now then… tonight all I want to hear is you” she said in a seductive tone, grabbing one of your fingers with her mouth, sucking it a bit. You gasped again, loudly. Cheeks starting to burn at the sight of her hunger eyes. Diana smirked.

You did not see that coming.

Diana pulled you closer, inviting you to throw your arms around her neck. Her proximity was alluring you to kiss her. So you did, giving your very best. Not every night you have an Amazon princess in your arms and she seemed to enjoy it by her soft moans in your mouth.

You might only have known her for a small amount of time, dating her sparsely and texting her mostly, but besides being Wonder Woman, Diana Prince was an amazing person. Always so kind, so humble and wise. On the other side, she looked at you for your optimism, your cheerfulness, and your hardworking nature. And she found your nervousness kind of cute too, especially when it tinted your cheeks pink. As the night in the aquarium.

She remembers seeing this young lady looking at the tank, all dressed pretty but with a sadness in her manner, yet, her eyes lit at the presence of the rays and her loneliness became a mystery. Then while she was talking to you, after the meeting was over, she saw you vibrant, talking about your passions with such enthusiasm that she felt ignited. How the same person could incarnate such contrasting feelings?

You broke the kiss to breathe, caressing her cheek while her waves danced with the wind. A chill ran through your spine. It was getting darker and colder. Diana embraced you better to keep you warm. You dived into her embrace, feeling the cold armor against your body. It was so unreal, but it was there, at the reach of your touch. Undeniable.

You caressed her armor plate in trance, sinking all in. She whispered you that everything would be ok, as there was no need to keep this hidden anymore. “I will be brave” you mutter in a very slow and low voice. Diana found your serious expression all of the sudden kind of amusing, letting go a laughter that sounded like heaven. You did not understand what was so funny.

“You are not going to war, my dear. You are becoming my girlfriend” she explained softly. Your blush intensified. You keep stroking her armor, going down her sides “And that’s why I need to be brave, you are so amazing that I am afraid I would” - but you were silenced by her kiss. A bit rougher and passionate than the ones shared before. “You are brave already” she sentenced, blue eyes locked on yours.  You could not argue anymore.

While standing there Diana felt you shivering so she pulled out her coat and wrapped you with it, letting you admire in full her identity. You were mesmerized. Diana blushed a bit at the intensity of your glare and tried to play it cool looking away when she noticed how pretty the stars shone in the sky.

She embraced you from your back and whispered to your ears which constellations she could identify from there. You were lost looking at the sky but enjoyed the way he pronounced all those fancy names and the stories behind it.

You did not know that something so simple as Stargazing could be so interesting with the right company.

[rohan018]

Crystal Olry

Crystal is a solid material whose constituents are arranged in a highly ordered microscopic structure, forming a crystal lattice that extends in all directions. I think this definition by Google/Wikipedia suits the person I’m talking about. Crystal, makes a strong foundation with relationships and spreads her love in all directions, like a flower that doesn’t hold back its smell, she doesn’t hold back on her warm and friendly nature.

She would call me her Guru but in a true sense, it’s me who learnt a great deal from her and most importantly how to keep smiling even when you feel like a zombie. I often wonder what can I call my relationship with her, teacher-student, buddies, sister-brother, but then I thought what is the need to name something which is original. We feel happy when we are together and that’s all that matters.

Last year after trying to settle in Bloomington, Indiana with Stuti who was already there since sometime, I sent out a few emails to the Yoga studios around looking for volunteering jobs. There were some positive replies but they weren’t working out for me because of the distance and we didn’t have a vehicle too. It is difficult to commute without your own vehicle in small towns in the USA and being a university town, the bus services would start post 7.30 am during holidays for the route to the studio. In the meantime, Stuti and I got an opportunity of attending the first class for free at Ekah studio through MINDBODY app where we met a pretty looking Yogi with a heart of gold, Sarah, who was conducting a hot yoga class which was our first experience and I could perform Titibhasana for the first time, however, I’m not inclined towards artificially heated environment. After the class while talking to Sarah about my experience into Yoga and that I was looking to volunteer, she mentioned the name Crystal, who owns the studio and Sarah said that Crystal is looking for volunteers. I also realised that I had sent an email to her already. Crystal, at that time was on a vacation with family and was expected back in a week’s time. Crystal and her partner Steve, love traveling and they would explore new places every month. That’s one thing about her which I found to be so wonderful because for me traveling is what gives us so many ideas, we get to explore things we have never imagined, meet different kinds of people and experiencing different cultures.

After about 6-8 days, Crystal Olry called me saying she got back from her holiday. She read my email and also Sarah told her about me. We fixed up our meeting for early morning at a place called Blooming Foods, which I really enjoyed because of the coffee & organic stuff they serve. Stuti & I often went there. Crystal called out to me in a soft tone. It was easier for her to spot me as compared to me who was looking for her in a place where most of the people appeared fit, having healthy breakfast and also because of the skin colour, as I was the only brown skinned person in that place. Just like her name her eyes are crystal clear and shine bright like a diamond displaying every emotion in them. Crystal asked if I would like to eat or drink something but I wasn’t sure how it goes in an informal meeting in the west, so I refused. She took a look at my certificates and instantly said I wish I could go for these courses too (and I understand being a mother is such a big responsibility.) I’d like to introduce you to Ella who is the cutest girl I know and is the apple of everyone’s eye. I had never seen a baby who can smile all the time, even after waking up and before dozing off. Again, the reason for Ella to be happy all the time is because Crystal is always joyful, dancing, entertaining and never tired to play with her. Whenever I see both of them meeting after a couple of hours, gives so much pleasure for the way they both greet each other. It is a sight a third person would want to capture.

Crystal has been a guardian angel, I can say. She would bring banana cake for me to the early morning class, she would offer rides whenever she would have time, leave thoughtful cards in the class with my name on them and so many things that are impossible to describe her compassion towards everyone. Couple of times my bicycle broke down and she gave me her bike until I would like to keep it. When you don’t hold on to attachments, you get only love in return which is the biggest asset one could earn and take along. She would treat me and Stuti often at cafes. Just a little info here that I love coffee and trying different ones; and I have a sweet tooth too. I can have both everyday in every meal and still not gain significant weight. I have been struggling to gain some weight in last one year.

I had invited few friends for Stuti’s birthday and was trying to get a similar cake that I had gotten for her the previous year from Rainbow bakery which is a vegan store and we loved the Lavender cake but unfortunately, the management had changed and they stopped selling cakes and had only cup cakes and cookies. To my rescue was Crystal, who offered to help me out by baking a cake. I had forgotten to tell her that Stuti doesn’t even like eggs in the cake so it was a tad challenging for her to make, I guess. She took up the task bravely and it was the best cake I have ever had and I mean it. So much so, that I requested her to make one more as a parting gift and juggling between her job, studio, Ella and self practice, she could make one for me. I can never forget this sweet gesture because it meant so much to me. I also felt bad because I knew Crystal’s schedule.

Stuti’s birthday was a fun day and few friends made it very special. Everyone who came loved one thing the most and that was the cake. I didn’t know until a week back that Crystal has started writing the recipes on her website and mentioned our names. Love reciprocates. Our energies are in constant touch with the universe and when we know that a friend thousands of miles apart is thinking about us, it can’t be more gratifying. Becoming a Yogi makes us sensitive towards everything and in return, there is so much love which once we craved for, is unlimited.

Crystal also started coming home twice or thrice a week to practice Asanas with me and it is always a learning experience as a teacher because a teacher can see different bodies responding differently during practice so a sense of understanding is created. Crystal complains of severe back ache which is on and off in her case but she understands her body and never pushes too hard which is an important thing to keep in mind while practicing any form of exercise. She is a quick learner and started chanting starting & ending prayers and Surya Namaskara Bija Mantras in Sanskrit which is commendable. She has also kept my style of teaching incorporated with her style at her studio at the same times in the morning. Crystal is like the Himalaya who is steady, grounded

and ever flowing with love. She is a believer and doesn’t stop half way. She once took up a task of converting a spot outside the studio into a Mandala, literally meaning circle. It is a spiritual symbol in Hinduism and Buddhism. Specifically, what we helped her in achieving is to make a garden by planting herbs and designing it like a mandala. I had no knowledge about gardening and because of Crystal, I could learn a few basic things which I have been trying to do in my apartment society but it is highly difficult to convince people to do that in India. We chose to die a slow death of pollution everyday and spending huge amounts on a doctors fee in installments but spending a fixed sum becomes an issue, mainly because it is an unexplored area of no significance. I, sometimes wonder, Yoga being born in India teaches us to be compassionate, however, I hardly meet or see people with a kind heart here as compared to the people in a lot of other countries. I understand that a huge population can be quite competitive but people like Crystal remind us that goodness cannot be replaced with any other emotion. She once asked me if I can help packing for her friend who was moving to another town and it was a paid job. Steve and Crystal worked so hard that day and were extremely generous in paying an unexpected amount. On top of it, they took me and Stuti out for dinner. She has always been very generous in her actions and though I always felt very awkward to accept whatever she did for me, her parting words would make the situation comfortable.

Crystal has a patient ear and even if she knows what the other person is talking about, she wouldn’t care to interrupt. I would always feel that I am giving her a piece of information, where she would talk about the point in more detail once I’m finished talking. I regret not attending more of her classes which were truly invigorating but she made it a point to attend as many of my classes as possible. Her presence in the class brought more energy and confidence in me. There are so many Crystals in the world doing quiet and peaceful work. They all need an ovation for not being a part of the ever changing society of competition. There are many more things about her which I would like to mention here but apologetically, I cannot, due to space. Things which I will always remember are when we met for the last three times. One was my last class at Ekah where at the end Crystal reminded me of a time when both of us choked by the idea of me leaving the town and she had said that the time to have a tear drop will come but not today and the time had come.

Second, she invited Sarah, Quinn, Stuti and me for the last dinner at her place and asked each one to share something on the table which could be a prayer or anything we would like to talk about. I still remember what Steve said and he was the first one to speak. This couple is so loving and welcoming that it was getting more and more difficult for us to depart. Everything was prepared by them and Crystal is undoubtedly the best cook.

Lastly, on the next day, we went to say goodbyes and the moment we met, Crystal gifted me a bracelet which was exactly what I was looking for and had exchanged emails with a store owner in Bloomington for the same. I was surprised because it was not long ago that I was looking for Om or Ganesh on the bracelet. We couldn’t stop our emotions and burst in tears. We didn’t say much but we knew that we are losing a precious feeling of being together. Of course, this friendship has only blossomed beautifully and we will remain great friends forever but knowing that you will not meet a special person again in your life for an indefinite period makes it hard to bear the pain. There is not a single morning that I don’t remember Crystal, Steve and Ella. Six months of togetherness was pure ecstasy and the time apart will only fill the ocean of love with droplets of longing to meet. I bow down to the supreme in her and wish to see the beautiful family making a difference with their undifferentiated and childlike love.

[thefatfeministwitch]

It's Kushcraft! Weed in Witchcraft

Today is 420 – the official weed holiday for people who love weed. Thanks to a group of teens (bless ’em) in San Rafael California who used to meet up after school to get baked, April 20th has become a day for stoners every where to partake in and brag about illicit drug use. No, it’s not in any way related to Bob Marley and the fact that it’s Hitler’s birthday has nothing to do with weed.

It’s not just fun and games for everyone, though, many cannabis activists use today to fight for their right to medicate or fully enjoy cartoons made for grown ups and considering the Canadian government has recently released a first look at the legislation for the upcoming legalization of cannabis in Canada I’d say weed is really getting shit done these days.

I wrote, and podcasted, about this subject once before – check out Weed, Women & Witches here

This is because, all jokes aside, Cannabis is an incredibly powerful and magickal plant that could be worked into your witchcraft, whether you smoke it or not.

Magickal Mystical Marijuana!

Cannabis has been used as a medicine and in ritual and religion for thousands of years. Archeological sites in Romania from 5000 years ago point to the people there using cannabis as a religious incense for generations even before that point. It found its way into Chinese herbal medicine via Emperor Shen-Nung and was prescribed for everything from menstrual problems, to constipation and even malaria. A Taoist priest also once described its spiritual uses in divination and necromancy. An ancient european tribal people, the Scythians, also heavily featured Cannabis in their death rituals by throwing stalks of the plant onto a fire after the funeral to pay homage and honour their fallen leaders. In ancient Mesopotamia the aroma of cannabis or hemp was believed to be pleasing to the gods. In ancient Egypt, it was featured in death rituals and was believed to have been a creation of the sun god Ra. Topical healing salves made from Cannabis were popular all over the ancient world, and some scholars believe that Jesus’s healing miracles can actually be attributed to weed!

Why is this important? Look, I’m not going to tell you what you should believe or feel about weed and legalization, or that smoking a joint and watching cartoons is an inherently spiritual experience, but there is ton of historical evidence that cannabis is magickal and powerful. As with any kind of herb or spell though, it’s all about intent.

The Sketchiest Herb of All!

Planets: Saturn, Venus, Jupiter

Zodiac Signs: Capricorn, Gemini

Elements: Earth and Water

Deities: Ra, Pan, Dionysus, Osiris, Shiva, Isis, Bastet, Hestia, Venus, Freyja

Uses: Magickal magnification, manifestation, programming, healing, money and abundance, clearing negative energy, love and sex, protection, sleep, death, communication with spirits, cursing and binding, meditation

Cannabis, magickally speaking, is like an herbal quartz crystal. It can serve multiple purposes based on your intent and “programming” of it. It also serves as a magickal amplifier and catalyst to beef up regular spells and energy! You can add the dried leaves or flowers to incense blends, mojo bags, herbal sachets, salts and other powders to amplify your intent and help you manifest your goals more quickly. Burn the herb on its own or along with things like sage, lavender, sweetgrass, or palo santo to help cleanse the area of negative energy.

Of course, you can’t ignore weed’s psychoactive properties! If you don’t want to smoke or ingest drugs that is totally up to you and you should never feel like you have to be a witch, but if you are already a regular user I’m sure you’re aware of the physical side effects. Cannabis can put you into a very relaxed state, physically and/or mentally, and is great for use right before meditation and divination. It’s psychoactive properties plus it’s long history as a ritual and magickal aid will help you truly relax and open up spiritually, if that’s your intention.

Smoke ‘Em if You Get ‘Em

The most popular use of Cannabis, by far, is smoking. The psychoactive chemical in weed that gets you high, THC, is activated by heat and fat and alcohol soluable. That makes smoking one of the easiest ways to use it. Anything you do in your mundane life can be a magickal act if you want it to be, and smoking is no different. Use weed’s calming and relaxing effect as part of your meditation ritual, before divination or spellwork, to initiate ritual, or with other members of your coven. (I swear to god if you call it a peace pipe and you’re not native I will astral project there and cuss you out though). Here are a few ways to incorporate a little kushcraft into the simple act of smoking a bowl.

💚 Pay attention to the strain! I know not everyone who buys and smokes weed knows exactly what strain they’re buying, and that’s ok! Most of the time the person selling it can at least tell you if it’s “heady” or gives a “body buzz”, which means it’s either and Indica or a Sativa. Indica is the body buzz, and tends to me much more calming and sedative. This is great for healing, self love, protection, meditation, and psychic work. Sativa strains are great for high energy spells and magick like love and lust, luck and money, creativity, curses, and hexes.

💚 Mix in other magickal herbs! This seems like a fairly simple idea, but if you think about it do you actually know other herbs you can smoke? Always be careful when smoking or ingesting ANY herb or plant and if you are in any way unsure about its safety, bail out immediately. Lots of herbs used for magick and witchcraft are safe to smoke and even eat, but just as many can have negative effects when smoked or are just outright poisonous. Some can also interfere with medications you’re taking (St John’s Wort interferes with many anti-depressants!), and some are only harmful if you’re pregnant or nursing (like mugwort, which is otherwise safe to consume) so don’t go forward without knowing what herb you’re using and how it works.

Smoking magickal herbs is much like burning them in incense or in a smoke cleansing ceremony, but you’re also taking that energy directly into yourself. Most of the herbs I recommend trying won’t actually make you high or affect how the weed makes you feel at all, but they will change the taste and smell of your smoke.

Lavender is good for healing, relaxation, and sleep

Rose petals are included in magick for love and beauty

Damiana will increase the calming and relaxing effects of the weed, and magickally is a strong inducer of lust and passionate love

Mullein is used for communicating with spirits and protecting oneself from evil spirits

Blue Lotus petals again will increase the euphoric feeling of the weed and is used for lunar magick, divination, connections with deities and opening (your mind, doors, the way, etc)

Wormwood and Mugwort can both be used for divination, magick, protection and psychic powers

Mint and peppermint are incredibly useful! Not only do they lend a refreshing minty flavour to the smoke, but mint is used for everything from good luck, money, energy, love, protection, travel, and clearing negativity

Ground cloves smell amazing, clear negative energy, attract money, stop gossip and have sexy vibes (to me anyways).

Red raspberry leaves are a common ingredient in tea for people with uteri to help ease symptoms of PMS and facilitate birth. Magickally, they lend power to those who identify as women, offer protection, and bring on feelings of love for the women in your life.

Catnip is good if you’re working with a familiar. Be sure to share it with them, though! This herb will help make the energy in the space more welcoming to your familiar, make you more open to communicating with them, and attracts goodness and happiness. Special bonus: smoking catnip relieves period cramps super quick

Motherwort can be used to help induce astral travel, channeling, and increasing psychic awareness. It’s also a protective herb that helps you feel confident and trust in the universe. It’s great before ritual to help with both anxiety and getting in a magickal head space.

When it comes to actually blending it together, I like the instructions given HERE, but even if you take a small amount of your cannabis and add in small portions of your chosen herbs you should be able to smoke it just fine. If you want to roll your herbal mixture into joint or cigarettes I suggest following the formula with the cannabis as your base herb. As you mix your blend focus on your intent and infuse that energy and intent into the mixture. When you light it, treat it with the same reverence you would a magickal candle. Feel or visualize the energy of the herbs you’re smoking surrounding you and filling your space and lungs with their energy.

💚 Cast your circle with weed! You’ll have to ask your other coven mates if this is ok, and be completely honest. Tricking anyone into ingesting drugs is illegal and unethical to the max. Get comfortable in a circle and bring your weed, any herbs you want to include, and everything you need to smoke as a group. I like adding blue lotus, mugwort, damiana, and motherwort for these purposes as they all help with opening, magick, and psychic energy. Pass the pipe/joint around clockwise/deosil to each member of the coven as you call the quarters or open the circle. Be sure to surround yourselves with the smoke to cleanse yourself and the space. (If you’ve never cast a circle before, here’s a simple little guide!)

💚 Draw sigils on rolling papers! Start with a natural and NON-TOXIC ink and draw your sigils and magickal symbols onto your papers before rolling them and smoking them. Burning the paper a sigil is drawn on is the number one way of activating them, which makes them perfect for this. As you smoke your joint visualize your wish or intent being released into the world/universe/god’s hands/whatever and cunt on cannabis’s powerful energy or manifestation to bring that to you.

💚 Channel your inner kitchen witch! Did you know that apples are a common ingredient in love spells and love magick? Making a pipe out of an apple just got a little more magickal didn’t it? You can also work your kitchen witchery into magickal and medicinal edible foods. Though it won’t get you high, you can also get the magickal effects of cannabis in teas and salads. Smoking out of an apple would be especially appropriate around Mabon and Samhain, since the apple is associated with this time and it’s a popular time for spirit communication.

Magic Rocks to pair with your Sketchy Herb!

What’s a sketchy herb without a magic rock to back it up, am I right? There are a couple of ways to use what you already know and do with crystals to make your smoking experience more pleasant, and also infuse it with some truly magical energy.

💚 First you can create crystal grids, or even just charge your weed with crystals while you’re not smoking it. If you grow the plants yourself you can stick certain crystals in the pot it’s growing in, the soil around it, or add crystal elixirs to its water supply. Avoid anything like malachite, which can be toxic to humans, or anything that might leave debris in your herb if it’s something you’re going to smoke or eat. Charging or clearing your weed with a crystal ensures that any negativity attached to herb from either the dealer or the production (which can be rife with corruption, greed, and human exploitation depending on where it comes from) and also injects whatever vibe you’re trying to get out of the weed into it. The weed also will cleanse and clear your crystals in return. If you want to clear your crystals and there’s no full moon coming, mindfully exhale over your crystals next time you’re smoking.

A few good candidates to charge your weed are:

Clear quartz – the crystal version of weed. It can be used for any purpose and is the ultimate healer and cleanser

Amethyst – divination or psychic work, or reducing anxiety and promoting restful sleep

Citrine – happiness, confidence and good luck

Rose Quartz – love, self-love, gentle affection

Moonstone – full moon magick, goddess connection, safety while traveling

Fluorite – mental clarity, psychic work, and calming anxiety

Obsidian – protection, scrying, working with spirits, absorbing negativity

Green aventurine – good luck, money, success

Garnet – depression, suicidal ideation, self confidence

Carnelian – fire, energy, passion, creativity, sex

💚 Now I want you to take all of those reasons it’s great to combine your weed with crystals and times them by a thousand when you learn CRYSTAL PIPES EXIST. Not only will the pipe have the benefits you see above, but because they’re often carved into points these crystals make excellent wands and energy conductors! If you like the circle casting idea above, imagine how great it would be with a ceremonial amethyst pipe? One that’s only used in ritual and blessed for that purpose! If you regularly do love or money spells for others, look into using a rose quartz or aventurine pipe. I also like the idea of a moonstone pipe for use during special cosmic occasions.

Plus they’re so pretty!

Hemp

The distinction between hemp and Mary Jane is a line that tends to get blurred, indeed it’s a little hazy. It’s really just semantics. Hemp and Marijuana are both Cannabis, but hemp has been bred and grown (yes, genetically modified) specifically for fibers and food and other uses but not to be an intoxicant. Basically the difference is legality and THC. If you’re not into breaking the law where you are, or aren’t into weed’s psychoactive benefits legal hemp can be used in its place.

I will say that, in my own opinion, hemp tends to have a more earthy and stable energy than its flighty counterpart. while weed definitely has earth vibes, it’s mysticism and tendencies for mayhem make it better for more metaphysical pursuits while I like hemp for more mundane things. Though both versions of cannabis can help attract wealth and abundance, I find hemp more appropriate for this purpose since it’s an incredibly profitable cash crop. I also find eating hemp hearts very nurturing and stabilizing, as opposed to mind altering.

💚 Hemp twine has a number of uses like knotwork or a witch’s ladder, it can be used in binding spells and rituals, and are great for wrapping your herb bundles for burning. You can also get hemp twine specifically for lighting pipes, cigarettes, and bongs so your magickal smoking ritual can do double duty.

💚 Use hemp paper for writing spells, activating sigils, and in your book of shadows. Use that magickal manifestation power!

💚 Put hemp oil in baths or on your skin, include it in flying ointments, room sprays, and floor washes. You can use this in all the same ways you’d use any other magickal oil.

💚 Use hemp cord and fabric to wrap and protect your magickal items, increase the potency of a sachet or mojo bag, create handles for your brooms or wands, create dream pillows, and even cleanse your body before ritual.

💚 Of course, dried hemp leaves can also be added to incenses and herbal smoking blends but are fully legal and do not contain THC

Other Fun Things

When it comes to working weed into your modern witchcraft, it’s a lot of trial and error and spontaneous internet finds. I regularly find great ideas for weed witchcraft on Twitter, Tumblr (especially!), and Pinterest.

💚 Bongs that have water are generally thought to symbolize the elements with the water inside, the smoke for air, the lighting for fire, and the herb for earth with you as the spirit.

💚 Speaking of bongs, try adding magickal water to yours! I don’t recommend anything with artificial perfumes but flower essences and crystal elixirs only require a few drops and I love the idea of using full moon water.

💚 The water in a bong that’s been used a few too many times is truly putrid and is an excellent addition to curses and hexes. Even just splashing that nasty stuff on someone’s house could be a curse if you will it. This is honestly one of my favourite tips.

💚 Orgonite is an interesting metaphysical tool that combines organic materials like crystals, or in this case a cannabis leaf, with inorganic materials like resin and metal, to create a cleansing tool that rids yourself or an object of negative energy. It often comes in the form of a pyramid or a plate, like mine. If you’re a fan of beat writers like Jack Kerouac or William S Burroughs you might have heard of it before in a mainly sexual context with some sketchy overtones. Orgonite can include any crystals or materials and be for any purpose! This one is used for cleansing or charging items and magnifying the energy of any spells I think need it.

💚 Save the ashes from your smoke to include in black salt, and other spells that include ashes. You might also find the ashes to be a better way to include cannabis in things like mojo bags, since they don’t have such an incriminating smell. Finally, you can put the ashes into your garden to bless your plants and accelerate growth!

I bet you thought you wouldn’t learn anything today, didn’t you?

So smoke up, witches! Maybe if we all get high and cast a pizza delivery spell at the same time we can all avoid the munchies!

  sources

Using Weed in Witchcraft – Tumblr

Making Herbal Smoking Blends

Herbal Smoking Blend Recipe

Magickal Properties of Hemp by AarTiana from Llewellyn Wiccan Almanac 2007

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs by Scott Cunningham

The Pot Book: The Complete Guide to Cannabis by Julie Holland M.D.