#baby witch kit

[alienscty]

Witchcraft treasure box 

[lunasapphire]

Wicca

Spellbook starter kit

A book of candle, crystal, and herbal spells

By: Lisa Chamberlain

Page: 290

[tkbrokkoli]

arthur took his first breath after coming back from the dead just so he could immediately scream from the top of his lungs

[pnwitch-of-west17]

[inhalingmagic]

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hey sex witch! Thanks for all you do.

I've got a fun little "bodies are weird" info dump that I hope you will deem worthy of sharing. I figured it might be reassuring for some of your trans followers, but mostly I wanna help normalize that yeah, reproductive organs are actually kinda wild and don't always match what you'd expect from basic sex ed and also NOT ALL WOMEN MENSTRUATE STOP ACTING LIKE A WOMB IS 🌺THE MAGICAL ESSENCE OF WOMANHOOD UWU 🌺

So, there's this condition called MRKH. It's a birth defect that affects roughly 1 in 5,000 baby girls (And, as I only learned very recently, it apparently counts as intersex? 🏳️‍🌈)

Basically, MRKH is when the female reproductive system doesn't fully develop, leading to a wide variety of results. One or both ovaries could be missing. Or maybe there's ovaries but no uterus. Or uterus but no ovaries. Or a weird mix of the above. Another possibility is the cervix/vagina not developing, resulting a normal vulva that's only got a blind pocket in it 🤷‍♀️

I got the "no uterus outside, only a blind pocket outside" variety. I didn't get diagnosed until age 19 because the OB-GYN that I saw at age 17 shrugged off my lack of period as me just being a late bloomer. Probably because she didn't bother to do a cursory examination, not even after her nurse discovered that she could barely get more a Q-tip inside me 😑

Aaaanyway, upon diagnosis I was given the choice of either surgery or physical therapy if I wanted to be able to have penetrative sex (to his credit, my new gyno didn't present getting a vagina as mandatory/urgently necessary, just optional). I chose physical therapy, which meant that for every night for roughly a year I got to use the ✨build your own vagina kit✨ (heinous pink dilators that looked like crayons and smelled like a hospital)

It wasn't fun, but it was effective. Not a single one of my partners has ever known there was something different about my junk unless I specifically told them. So to anyone reading this who also has non-standard bits, remember, there are more of us than you think 💕 And to anyone reading this who does have standard bits, hey, the more you know! 🌈⭐️

god I love when people send in stuff like this :)

[elinorasims]

Lookbook | Brigitte Laveau

HAIR

Soraia Hair | GegeSims

BODY/FACE

Little Heart Skinblend - Baby Face Kit | Northern Siberia Winds Vanya Skin Overlay | Miiko Tapioca Eyes (non-default) | Lamatisse Eyebags N4 | Seleng Freckles N3 - Baby Face Kit | Northern Siberia Winds Jana Eyebrows | PralineSims Lashes eN07 - Ultimate 2D Eyelash Collection | PralineSims

MAKEUP

Eyeliner N91 | Seleng Eyeshadow - Bohemian Wedding | MSQSIMS Anise Lipgloss | Serenity

CC LINKS

1 ; Ravenna Set - Crystals | Huien Inessa Stockings - The Scandal Collection | Sentate Claudia Boots - Poison Set | Serenity Serpentine Sneklace - Villains | ice-creamforbreakfast Nia Ring (L) - SunnyDay2 | Aladdin-The-Simmer 2 ; Medieval Dress Retexture - Eventide | Surely-Sims Moon Phase Necklace | Alexaarr 3 ; Bettie Dress (Long) - October Catalog 2021 | Mary Sims Claudia Boots - Poison Set | Serenity Moon Choker - I Put A Spell | Blue Craving Witch Hat - I Put A Spell | Blue Craving 4 ; Spellcaster Apparel | Philosimy Nova Necklace - Simblreen 2022 | oydis 5 ; Blazer Dress - Starry | Huien

CC LINKS

1 ; Medieval Dress Retexture - Eventide | Surely-Sims 2 ; Billie Dress | Miss.Valentine Inessa Stockings - The Scandal Collection | Sentate Claudia Boots - Poison Set | Serenity

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[slasherscream]

I love your writing! And you just get my craziness and character obsessions. I was thinking what would happen if reader had a bruise cheek or lip, and refuse to tell them what happen. Then they discover that the reader was the one who beat the shit out of someone for saying something about their partner, and how proud yet pissed off they will be. I’m think Crazy Ass Girls Gang, need more possessive and protective FMC. Thank you!

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine - Tricks you into thinking she’s gonna be normal about it. She purses her lips when you won’t tell her anything, but quietly rushes off to get the first-aid kit. WATCH OUT! You have just activated a trap card: emotional manipulation. Her most powerful weapon. She’ll silently and dotingly take care of you. Disinfectant. Gentle Hands. Careful bandaging. Petulant silence. Painkillers lovingly dropped in your hand. Big sad eyes staring up at you. When you inevitably break and tell her what happened she could melt! She does melt, straight into your arms. You’re gonna be covered in lipstick by the time she’s through with you. Her hero. Don’t worry, she’ll help you clean up… eventually. Later, you’ll have to help her clean up too. It was so romantic of you to fight for her honor…. But she'd never let someone live after they hurt you, silly.

Jordan Li - Won’t drop the line of questioning until you’re damn near ready to fight her too. She hates that you’re hurt. She loves that you wanted to defend her. Jordan gets a lot of criticism, sometimes it seems never ending. The fact that you feel so strongly about protecting her, not because you think she can’t fight her own battles… but because she shouldn’t have to do it all alone? It means a lot. Still, she doesn’t want you getting into fights. Let alone fights over her. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt the other person. If there are marks on you Jordan is going to go find them for round two. “You like to put hands on people?” Words spoken seconds before disaster (she’s ignoring the fact that you started the fight. Jordan could give a shit about semantics.)

Nancy Downs - Don’t wanna tell her? Cool! Get ready to experience her favorite couple’s activity besides shoplifting: abusing your coven bond to read your mind! Hooray! It will hurt badly. Because Nancy always makes it hurt when you keep her out on purpose, or hide things from her (or when she thinks you’re doing that.) But don’t worry, after she realizes how sweet you really were, she’ll make you feel all better. Cooing over you as much as she ever allows herself to coo. Cleaning your cuts. Healing you with her magic. Trying to ease the fever that always comes whenever she uses your bond in a way she shouldn’t. She thinks you’re the stupidest, sweetest thing. You’re witches. You don’t have to use your fists anymore to win fights. She leaves you with the coven and goes to enact a witch’s vengeance on whoever dared to lay a finger on you. 

Jennifer Check - You’ll try not to tell her but she immediately starts making such wild accusations you have to just come out and admit to why you’re injured. “I can smell someone on you. If you wanted to get beat up to get your rocks off you should’ve just told me, I’d happily beat the shit out of you.” Start talking quickly! She looks like she’s about to start fulfilling that nonexistent wish now. Once you tell her she has to suppress a smile. She’s a demon. She doesn’t need you playing knight in shining armor over what some jealous, mouth-breathing, loser is saying about her… but, it’s kinda hot that you did. She’ll show you just how hot she thinks it is. Then you two are gonna take a nice little drive, and you’re gonna point out the jackass who put bruises on you. She’ll fuck you again after she’s full. “Thanks for finding my next meal, baby.” 

Victoria Neuman - Victoria expects you to have better self control than this. Not telling her what happened isn’t an option. Ever. The look on her face when you first try and insist that nothing happened is enough for you to quietly admit you got into a fight. Her blood pressure sky-rockets. You two have an image to maintain. You’re her spouse. She has enough problems as it is. She’s thinking of viral videos, nightly news, seedy gossip magazines doing think-pieces: do we really want this person standing behind the president as first spouse? When you tell her you fought one of the Boys for trying to convince you she’s a monster? Well…. She goes a little softer. Victoria will pull you into the circle of her arms and thank you for being so loyal to her. She means it from the bottom of her heart. She’s also dreaming of the day she can pop their fucking heads. Touching you. Talking to you. Trying to turn you against her… they’ve crossed her last line. 

Carrie White - The moment she sees you she’s in hysterics: “Oh, Angel, what happened?!” You’re really gonna sit there and not tell her anything? She’s worked herself into an anxiety attack within seconds. She can hardly open the first aid kit, she’s shaking so bad. The sound of your voice is always so soothing for her that you’ll start telling her the story just to have something to say. She listens quietly while she cleans you up. You’ll have to pull her into your lap before long, and kiss her gently. You’re all she has in the world and it scares her to death to think of you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You’ll fall asleep curled into each other’s arms. You whisper soft reassurances: “Nothing’s gonna happen to me / I’ll always be here.” Carrie tries her best to listen. You’ll wake up alone, but wander downstairs just as Carrie walks through the front door. She wanted to get her knight in shining armor some breakfast from your favorite diner down the street. She watches you eat with a big smile, and thinks about how she’ll have to burn those clothes in the trunk of the car. She couldn't risk them trying to hurt you again.

Ginger Fitzgerald - Don’t piss her off. If you don’t tell her exactly who touched you she’ll rip the entire city apart. Women, children, men, everyone. Anyone. “Do you want me to do that? Huh, baby? Is that what you want me to do?” No? Then start talking. She won’t be able to see through the blood-lust long enough to take care of you. As soon as you say a name Ginger’s out the door. She’ll only return once she’s thoroughly covered in viscera and gore. She’s still dripping with it when she crawls into bed with you, smearing the blood across your body. She’ll lick at any injury you have, until they’re clean and closed, your skin smooth and unblemished. She’s the only thing that can leave marks on you. She’ll kill anything else that tries. “You don’t have to lift a finger for me, baby. If you want someone hurt, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.” Just run your fingers through her hair and try not to cringe as your fingertips get stained red. 

Patricia (Split) - She’s devastated by the state you come home in after she allows you to go out on a walk all by yourself for the first time since you were…. taken. You’d been so good for her. So obedient. So sweet. She wanted to reward you. And now your eye is starting to bruise, and your clothes are all askew, and your knuckles are swollen. Her calm demeanor cracks, and it’s a struggle to stay in the light. She takes deep breaths, centers herself. None of the others are what you need, right now. You need her. She strips you down, runs you a bath, won’t even let you hold the washcloth. It’s only as she’s patting you dry that she can force out words, finally: “What happened to you, sweet thing, hmm?” The guilt nearly brings her to tears. Months of keeping you close and look at what just a pinch of negligence has done to you… You try to assuage her guilt. You tell her you ran into a neighbor, who’d seen the two of you out together once Patricia trusted you enough to accompany her for little things like grocery trips. You say it’s your fault you came back to her in this condition. That you just couldn’t stand the vile things they said about her. Her face drops into an expression you’ve never seen. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by that comforting, ever present smile she wears for you. She takes you by the chin and kisses your forehead: “My little sweet thing. Playing knight, are you?” You had her love before. Tentatively, you had something like trust. Now Patricia trusts you completely. Even so, you won’t be going out alone again. Patricia trusts you. But it’s clear she can’t trust the world to be gentle with you. Don’t worry, though. All you need to do is ask, when you want to feel the sun on your face. You never see that neighbor again, no matter what time of day you and Patricia go walking.

A/N: thank you!!! we need more batshit crazy women with something wrong with them! Batshit crazy women with something wrong with them unite! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: 5 Symbols

for your next poem/story (pt. 4)

CROW’S FOOT

The crow’s foot is also known as the Witch’s Foot, and was feared as an indicator of death, used in casting spells against enemies.

Crows, like ravens, were associated with the witches and warlocks who were believed to be able to transform themselves into these black birds so that they could travel unnoticed to their sabbats.

The name “crow’s feet” is also given to the lines that radiate around the outer corners of the eyes with the coming of age and the inevitable approach of death.

CRUX DISSIMULATA

In 3rd century Rome, early Christians were persecuted to such a degree that their lives were threatened and the symbols of their faith had to be disguised.

One of the ways they recognized one another was by the sign of the fish or ichthus; another way was to disguise the Cross cleverly as something else.

The meaning of Crux Dissimulata is “disguised” or “dissimilar” cross.

One of the more ingenious forms of this secret symbol, shown here, was the anchor. The top of the anchor is formed like a cross and, in addition, the anchor is plainly a symbol of stability. Because anchors are associated with the sea, too, the fish symbol could easily be incorporated into it.

The Crux Dissimulata was used as a secret symbol and a rallying call for adherents to the new and dangerous faith.

CRYSTAL BALL

Combining the sphere’s perfection and totality with the clarity and brilliance of crystal, the crystal ball is a part of the toolkit of the professional clairvoyant or seer.

The clarity of the crystal matches the “clear sight” of the psychic.

When used for scrying, the crystal ball acts as a focus for meditation, enabling the adept to access a place that is out of time in order to be able to see into the future.

This practice of scrying is carried out in various ways:

Instead of an expensive crystal, cheaper methods are apparently just as effective for the talented psychic.

A bowl of water, a mirror, a drop of blood, or a pool of ink can be used.

However, the glamor of the genuine crystal ball is hard to beat.

DOORWAY

The simple doorway—an everyday object that goes unnoticed most of the time—is symbolic of a transition between one world and the next.

Such a doorway may take different forms, as a dolmen, a torii, a gateway, but the meaning remains the same.

In C. S. Lewis’s Narnia novels, the wardrobe into which the children step to enter the magical world of Narnia is a good example of this symbol.

Both Heaven and Hell lie beyond gates or doorways, and the threshold of such a place is seen as the place where two worlds meet and sometimes collide.

Many rituals involve the initiate stepping through a doorway of some kind.

The vesica piscis represents a doorway where the world of spirit enters the world of matter.

DREAMCATCHER

The forerunner of the Dreamcatcher was a Native American spider’s web of feathers and beads, a simple little charm made from a small hoop of flexible wood, such as willow, with an interlacement of plant fibers designed to look like a cobweb.

Used particularly as a protection for babies and small children.

Hung over their cradles and beds, it was thought to entrap any negative spirits that came in the form of nightmares.

These malevolent entities, entangled in the web, were sizzled in the heat from the rising Sun.

The spider’s-web shape gave homage to Asibikaasi, the mythical Spider Woman, whose magical webs could catch anything.

The elaborate Dreamcatchers of today, an essential part of the kit for any self-respecting New Ager, were invented in the 1960s and ’70s as part of the resurgence in Native American culture and belief.

Source ⚜ More: On Symbols

[v3nusxsky]

Do you do Gip reader it's fine if you don't but I was wondering can you do a adhd reader who like doesn't deal with it properly since it can make regulation for emotions really hard an they just snap or go into a really bad depression but get out of it maybe smut sorry if this is a bad request I don't make a lot of these

Wandanat x adhdfem (if you can't do Gip)

Overwhelmed

*Authors note ~ hope this is what you are looking for anon. Sorta self indulgent after a stressful day. I’m fine yall but please please please read the trigger warnings.*

Trigger warnings~ adhd reader, overstimulated reader, emotional irregularities?, mommy Wanda, daddy Nat, oral fixation (r), dry nursing kink??, g!p r (not mentioned) meltdown followed by depressive thoughts, selective mutism (r), self harm

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

You know to everyone else it’s stupid, it’s just misplacing your favourite comfort item. It will appear if you keep looking. You know that as an adult this shouldn’t be a big deal. You shouldn’t be tearing through the room you share with Nat and Wanda looking for it. Tears streaming down your cheeks, clouding your vision as your fits were clenched tight enough to draw blood. The idea it was lost for ever was simply too overwhelming. You need it. Why can’t you just remember what you did. You were pretty sure you had paced the room sixty times over at this point, your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your overly warm body as you made your way to the bed. Defeated and alone.

By the time they found you, Nat’s pillow was soaked in your tears as sobs were choking too. Your pretty face being tear stained and bright red as curled into yourself. “Dekta” the red head mumbled hoping to alert you of her presence but not startle you, Wanda seemingly distressed by your overwhelmingly loud thoughts. Everything was jumbled up and overlapping, it hurt her head to try to piece it back together. Natasha was the one to notice the way you cradled your left wrist to your chest. Unusual. Instantly her instincts kicked in and she glanced around the room to check nothing was amiss. Well besides the absolute mess you left in your wake.

The fact she found the instrument you used to hurt yourself still covered in fresh blood meant they weren’t quick enough. They could’ve stopped you. Maybe even helped you feel better but they didn’t find you in time to prevent your pain. It was then that she noticed you had the corner of her pillow in between your lips, suckling in between your sobs. With a quiet nudge to the witch she immediately head to the joint bathroom to grab the first aid kit. This kit was well loved and unfortunately well used, no matter which one of you needed patching up the other two were there to hold their hand through the pain.

“Daddy” you sobbed over and over again, Nat could fix it. She always did. Wanda felt her heart shatter into pieces as she moved quietly around the room, in search of your waited blanket hidden for times like this. And as if it was purely planned both your girls returned to you at the same time. Wanda settling on the bed next to you as Nat handed her the kit to get it ready, Nat crouched down to be in your eye slight, “daddy’s here my sweet girl. I need to fix up your arm okay baby? Can you be a good girl and let daddy touch you?” Her gentle words seemed to break through the haze after a few attempts. “Daddy” you whimpered looking up at her with big sad eyes. “I’m here Dekta. I’ll be super gentle. I promise. Can I my love?” She held her hand out expectantly but still allowing you to make the decision.

The moment you placed your arm into her hand she leant up to ghost her lips by your cheek, “good girl baby. Daddy’s so proud of her girl.” You watched intently as she gently cleaned the wounds with antiseptic wipes, thankfully nothing to deep so she gently applied some cream to them and bandaged them to stop the bleeding and prevent you from seeing the damage as you came back from the overwhelming state of mind. You didn’t move a muscle, no sound left you, even as your girls praised you. You just blankly stared ahead, stuck in your own mind. “All done baby, why don’t you cuddle with mommy while daddy cleans up hmm?”

They didn’t need a verbal response, the way you curled straight into Wanda was enough to indicate you heard them. It wasn’t uncommon for you to choose to be mute as a coping mechanism. Your right hand brought to your lips as you nibbled at the skin there was another key indicator as to what you needed to feel better. Something Wanda would never deny her girl. So with a flick of her wrist, you were lying on her bare chest as the weighted blanket was draped over your form. “You can baby” Wanda whispered, referring to your loud thought, “Mommy’s here baby.”

You have a little sigh of relief as you latched onto her breast, your right hand coming to rest on her other breast as you sucked lightly. This never failed to sooth you and Wanda loved the connection it had created between you both. Sure daddy was the one to fix things, fight off all the bad in the world but Wanda was the source of comfort that would calm you. Without one the other doesn’t work so to have them both was so special to you. “Such a sweet girl for us Yano that darling? We love our good girl so much. And when you’re ready we can talk about what upset such a pretty princess but for now you just be okay?” Her hand fell to your hair, running her fingers through trying to untangle knots that had formed.

You didn’t even notice when the spy joined you on the other side of the bed, eyes fluttered shut since you first latched on to Wands breast. The only noise to echo around the room was the soft suckling noise as you soothed yourself. Natasha laid her hand lightly over your waist as she took in the sight. Wanda always looked so at peace with when you needed her this way, the way your body instantly relaxed always made her heart warm slightly. “Rest pretty girl. You need it. Mommy and daddy have you. Our good girl” Wanda murmured trailing a finger gently along your cheek hoping to help you drift off into a slumber. There was time to talk later, for now you all could just be. Together like this.

Word count ~ 1002

[cozypixeldreams]

The Wicked Witch of the West 💚🧹

Spent the day bringing Elphaba to life in Sims—green skin and all! 💚 CCs used below :) Mods/CC used: Skin details https://www.patreon.com/posts/winter-berry-75333957?epik=dj0yJnU9ZnluMl9ZSGdfUlN5UXVCVVZoNG8zX1dVZktjYS13U0kmcD0wJm49MHp1SlNoSy1wNVBqaC1KQmJJMmtlQSZ0PUFBQUFBR2ROcU9N https://www.patreon.com/posts/default-and-eye-78446533 https://www.patreon.com/posts/thousand-nights-90020928 https://www.patreon.com/posts/baby-face-kit-96570578 https://www.patreon.com/posts/https-skins-88575597 Makeup https://www.patreon.com/posts/3d-lashes-no-4-98166580 https://www.patreon.com/posts/make-up-set-70674421 Hair https://www.patreon.com/posts/commissioned-by-106869587

Dress https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/elphaba-dress Witch's hat https://akalukery.com/post/166596261590/bad-witch-set-a-large-witches-hat-corset-style

[hawkeyetrained]

All Over Him

Dean Winchester x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: language (like 1 i think), mention of blood and cuts, stitches

Summary: The boys come back from a hunt injured. Dean gets a little jealous when Sam gets the attention first.

Word Count: 853

Sam, Dean, and I were working a small salt and burn case in a town about three hours from the bunker. “Something easy.” Dean had said when we packed up to go. I was in charge of research this time, needing more time off from hunting due to a messed-up shoulder I got on the last case. Long story short, the witch was stronger than we thought, and I was thrown through a wall, my shoulder taking the entire hit. Dean instantly benched me until I could work without wincing from pain, leading to my curled-up position on the motel bed with the TV on and some random movie playing, even though I was reading my own book, relaxing in my pajamas with one of Dean’s flannels wrapped around me and rolled up to my elbows.

So, when the front door slammed open and two mountains of men came barreling in, both bleeding but one far worse than the other, I was on my feet. “The hell happened?” I half yelled, shutting the door, and throwing my hair into a bun in order to help my boys.

“Damn ghost got the jump on Sam. Took a shard of glass to the shoulder, got hit a few times.” Dean dropped his baby brother onto his bed as I grabbed the first aid kit from my bag.

“Go take a shower so I can see your cuts, De.” I told him, already starting to work on helping Sam. I sat myself beside Sam, pulling his shirt down in order to see the cut on his shoulder from the glass. “Damn Sammy. You’re gonna need stitches.” I quickly grabbed the needle and thread before handing Sam the whisky bottle from the bedside table. “Gonna need it.” Sam took a large swig from the bottle then handed it back, allowing me to pour a little on the wound to clean it.

Sam hissed in pain and his fingers twisted into the back of Dean’s shirt I was wearing. I started the stitching and made sure to be as careful and gentle as possible, keeping the stitches straight and even like my mother had taught me years ago. Dean had come out of the bathroom around the time I had moved to cleaning the cuts on Sam’s face. The older Winchester got dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a simple grey shirt. He had a glare in his eyes that was directed to his little brother and that he didn’t have when they came in.

“Ok.” I finished cleaning the last cut and picked up my trash, being careful to keep all the little pieces of glass in the tissues. “You’re good to go. Be careful with those stitches so you don’t rip one.”

“Thanks.” Sam released his hold on my shirt before he stood and took off for the bathroom to shower. I tossed my trash away then moved over to the other bed with the oldest Winchester laying across from it, favoring one side of his body.

“Dean? Can I look you over?” I asked as I sat down with my supplies.

“Why? You and Sammy looked pretty comfy over there. Sure, you don’t wanna go check on him again?” Dean had a venomous tone to his voice.

“The hell his wrong with you?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. “You never let me check you first. It’s always Sam so I’m used to going to him first. He had glass in his wounds.”

“You didn’t have to be so close to him.” My eyes widened at his words. He was jealous of his little brother. “He didn’t need to be holding you.”

I took this time to gently toss a leg over his hips and sit in his lap. “Dean, baby? Sammy is like the big brother I never had. He was hurting and needed something to ground him.” My hands slid up his chest as I spoke, drawing a sigh from his lips. “Can I check your wounds now?” Dean nodded ever so slightly.

I repeated the process with Dean, getting him to sit and take a drink of whiskey to mask some of the pain that will come from cleaning his wounds. He didn’t let me move more than a few inches in order to get supplies, keeping me in his lap as I cleaned his cuts along his face and then checked the ribs he had been holding. “So, what’s the diagnosis doc? Will I live?” Dean asked as I finally packed away my things.

A smile crossed my lips. “Eh, there’s a possibility, but that all depends.”

“On what?” Dean played along.

“On if you take me out to breakfast tomorrow morning, just you and me.” Dean pulled me down to lay with my head on his chest and his arms around my hips, the blanket resting just above our legs.

“Of course.” He placed a long kiss to my head as Sam re-entered and flicked the lights off for bed. “Love you.”

“Love you too, De.” I snuggled into his side further as sleep engulfed me.

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1

[aleskyyy]

Soulmate — Dean Winchester x Witch!Reader

What happens when Dean tries to break the bond between you and him?

Warnings— female reader, witch!reader, soulmate au, kissing, blood, injury, light angst, fluff etc.

1,2k words.

Main Masterlist Supernatural Masterlist

I warned you love never ends.

After a few hours at the bar Dean returns to the motel where he and Sam are staying after hunting down a werewolf. Before he drove his Baby to the motel he quickly texted Sam to come out for a few hours because Dean had a woman with him.

In less than fifteen minutes they were in the parking lot of the motel, the woman he had with him wrapped around his arm. Dean kissed her as soon as the motel room door closed. She kissed him back passionately. She ran her kisses from Dean's lips to his neck. Feeling that kiss made Dean's eyes closed to savor it.

Is the touch of her lips the same as mine?

Dean quickly opened his eyes when he heard the voice of a woman he had been trying to forget for months. He looked around but the room was empty, just him and the woman from the bar.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked Dean while trying to take off his jacket.

Dean looked at her then gasped when he saw your face instead. His steps backward, he roughly wiped his face then looked back at the woman in front of him. Your face had disappeared.

"No, I'm fine. I think I need some time to myself," Dean replied as he took the money and gave it to the woman in front of him. This wasn't the first time this had happened to Dean. And it was very frustrating for him.

The woman made an irritated grunt and took the money. She violently slammed the door to the room which made Dean sigh. Dean roughly took off his jacket and walked towards the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the sink sharply, his breathing ragged.

He turned on the tap and washed his face, as he lifted his face and looked into the mirror he saw your reflection there smiling mockingly at him. Dean held the edge of the sink tightly. Staring intently at you.

"Stop all of this! Stop it!" Dean shouted and punched the mirror in front of him making your reflection disappear.

Soon Dean heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened harshly and found Sam calling his name in a panicked tone. Sam who found Dean in the bathroom with a bloody hand and a shard of broken mirror still stuck in it quickly brought Dean out and grabbed the medication kit.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

"She's back. Again."

Sam was silent for a moment. He knew who Dean was talking about. He slowly cleaned his brother's hand and bandaged the wound.

"I think it's time you went back to see her, Dean. I'm sure it'll drive you crazy if it continues like this," Sam suggested to his brother after he finished treating the wound.

Dean clenched his hands into fists, ignoring the pain in his right hand. He thought about Sam's words, over and over again. What Sam said was true, but Dean felt his ego would be hurt if he did that.

Thinking about all this made Dean remember what happened to him a few months ago. Where he met you while hunting a witch. You suddenly appeared to kill the witch who wanted to hurt him when the weapon he was using was thrown a few meters away from him.

When the witch died Dean saw you there. You are very beautiful with a black dress attached to your body. You're a witch who helped him kill your own kind. Even that night you helped Dean heal Sam from the dead witch's spell.

Dean being Dean, he started hitting on you. Even though Dean really dislikes witches, but somehow that feeling disappears when he sees you. He felt something that made him unable to dislike you. The couple of days he stayed in the town just to be with you made Sam tease him.

After five days together, you dared to talk about soulmates which is very rare for a witch to have. And Dean is your soulmate. After you explained that Dean started to pull away from you. He said that he wasn't the type of person who would stay in a relationship. And it hurt you so much, it was clear on your face when he said that. And the next day Dean left town leaving you without a single word.

"Dean?"

Dean looked at Sam waiting for his reply. He nodded shortly.

"I'll take you to the bunker, then I'll see her."

Dean stared at the road ahead. After driving for over six hours to take Sam to the bunker, he drove straight to your house which was four hours away. When he arrived in front of your house. A two-story house in a less crowded neighborhood. Dean took a deep breath then got out of his car and walked towards your house.

Before Dean could knock on your door, you had already opened it. Dean and you both paused to stare at each other. With a soft smile you asked him to come in. You led him towards the kitchen to make him a drink. A few minutes later you brought him coffee and placed it on the table.

"You look tired, Dean."

Dean just looked at you without answering.

"I know what happened to you, and believe me I didn't do anything. It always happens to someone trying to cut the bonds of a soulmate," you said explaining the situation he was in.

"So you went through that too?" asked Dean for the first time opening his voice.

Hearing his question you just shook your head with a smile still on your face.

"I don't want to break this bond, Dean. I'm still waiting for you. So I don't feel what you feel."

Dean stood up from his seat and walked over to you. He gently took you into his arms. He smelled the scent of your body that he had missed for months. You returned his embrace happily.

Although a few months ago you were hurt by what Dean did, you couldn't blame him completely. Hearing the stories about him and his brother being hunters and what they've been through in their lives, you don't blame Dean entirely for being afraid of starting a relationship.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for trying to break the bond between us," Dean says honestly.

Dean feels his heart begin to calm down as you return his hug. Dean buried his face in your hair. Saying the word sorry over and over again. He apologized for the past few months of forcing himself to forget you by looking for other women even though he never slept with them. Still, Dean felt a heavy sense of guilt.

"It's all good, Dean. We'll start everything from the beginning. We'll take it easy, there's no need to rush. We can get to know each other slowly."

Dean agreed to that instantly. He would learn to accept what happened to you. And Dean knows it won't be hard because he's been in love with you since he first met you.

"And you have the benefit of being with me, I can help you when hunting. I'm a good witch you know that," you said to break the ice.

Dean just laughed at what you said. He let go of your embrace and kissed your forehead lightly with both his hands on your cheeks.

"I think that's very beneficial."

I warned you love never ends.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

This was requested on my WP

"Ella! Bitch wake the fuck up!" The girl groaned, but sat up in the hopes that it wasn't one of her stepsisters or mother.

"Fuck are you doing here?!" She whisper yelled back, looking wt the small window in her dusty attic room and back at Athene.

"I need you to stitch me up. And no worries I didn't stain the window." She eased Ella's concerns before she even had to talk.

"Oh, all right, do you have a kit with you or do I have to use some random thread?" Athene held up a small box with the stitching equipment inside, handing it to Ella and pulling off her blood stained blouse, revealing three large gashes along her chest and arm.

"What the fuck happened?!"

"I wanted to go see the night dwellers but one of them noticed me, on that note I have a night dweller now?" Ella shook her head with wide eyes, what even is a night dweller?!

"Come here you stupid idiot!"

"It's a dragon, stupider idiot."

"I'm not torn to shreds here!"

-

"Do not tell Bridget, she'll freak out and maybe get a heart attack, I can't have her be mad at me."  Ella rolled her eyes and nodded, the two of them walking into the courtyard.

"You could've just used magic."

"You know I can't use healing magic you-!" She was about to strangle Ella, but Bridget made her appearance and held onto Athene's hand.

"Hi sweetheart! How were the night dwellers?" Athene send a glare to Ella, but looked at Bridget with a smile.

"They were phenomenal, I even saw a sun dancer." Bridget gasped, coming to a halt and holding both of her hands with wide eyes.

"You saw a sun dancer? How amazing was she? What pattern? You have to take me next time!" Athene smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her lips, but winced and pulled back at the last second when Bridget put her hand on her chest.

"Baby?"

"Come sit down and eat lunch with us my heart, nothing would make me happier than to take you out to see the sun dancers."

"Stupid dragon geeks."

"Bridget isn't stupid"

-

"Are you teasing me?" Bridget eventually asked after a whole day of not being kissed.

"What? No, i'd never tease you, my precious." Bridget pouted and sat down on Athene's bed, watching as she turned around from her studies to face her.

"So why do you keep pulling away from kissing me? You're teasing me for something, and I want to know why." She huffed, crossing her arms and frowning.

"I'm not teasing you my dearest." Athene stood up and stepped closer to the princess, who looked up at her through lidded eyes.

"I wouldn't mind you teasing me a bit..." Bridget wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her closer and into her lap.

"This is not what I expected." Athene mumbled as she was pulled into a heated kiss, eventually being pressed into the mattress with Bridget straddling her waist.

She bit down on her lip to keep her wince in, Bridget looked down at her with narrowed eyes.

"Why do you keep wincing? Did someone hurt you?" She quickly shook her head, reaching up to grab Bridget's neck and pull her down into another kiss, slowly kissing down her neck in an attempt to distract her.

"Athene, what's wrong?" Bridget disconnected from Athene when she winced again, her hands at her collar.

"Nothing, I'm just a bit stressed for the upcoming test, and one those kids from Uliana's gang threw a chair at me again." Bridget frowned, fidgeting with her collar as she thought.

"Okay.... It's nothing more than a bruise, right?" Athene hurriedly nodded, resting her hands on her hips, smiling up at her.

"It is, nothing to worry about my heart." Bridget hummed, starting to unbutton the blouse she was fiddling with.

"Let's just go to sleep, i'm staying over." The witch held her hands, stopping her from unbuttoning it further, sitting upright, this time suppressing her pained twitch.

"I'll grab your pajamas, ho brush your teeth." She pecked her lips, dragging it out just long enough for her to melt into her arms.

"I love you sweetheart."

"I love you more, my heart."

-

The next morning, Athene woke up after Bridget, who was holding onto her tightly, her arms sealed around her waist, where was her shirt?

"You lied to me..." Bridget looked at her with teary eyes, one of her hands leaving from around her and ghosting along the stitches.

"My love, i'd never lie to you about serious things, but I thought you might not appreciate me appearing in the crack of dawn drenched in my blood." Bridget sat up with a gasp.

"You were drenched in blood?!"

"I wasn't! I was watching the night dwellers like I said I was, but one of them got a bit too aggressive and I tamed it and accidentally got injured whilst doing so!" She frowned, looking down at Athene with a pout.

"You should say that kinda stuff to me."

"And I will the next time this happens-."

"THERE WILL BE NO NEXT TIME!"



[pnwitch-of-west17]

I couldnt find the information that belongs with this photo. If anyone can help me find out more would love that.

[catboymoments]

Before Hyacinth learns about being a Grimwalker does he think that they were adopted? Like how Mittens was but at a younger age? Or do they think they’re Hunter and Willow’s biological child? Or something else? And if they were told to be adopted did they wonder about their origins, whether in an analytical curious way or a “I wonder if my bio parents loved me” way? Sorry a lot of questions haha

I think they would do what any good parent would and give him the age appropriate truth- since he’s pretty observant he’d probably ask like… “why don’t I look like mama at all? Bronnie looks like both her mom and her renny, but I just kinda look like dad…” (Mittens wouldn’t have been in the picture yet if Hyacinth is pretty young here.)

n Willow and Hunter would be like. Nervous glance. Ok let’s do this. We prepared for this a little.

Cont. Under the cut to save space lol

“Well, you know how most witches and demons look a little like their parents, right? Like how Bronnie has green hair like Mx Raine, or how your mama looks a little like both grandpa and pop?”

“mhm!”

“Well, that’s because- um. Usually-“

“Most witchlings and demon kits are made by different… parts of their parents! Like how a seed can grow into a tree or a Biting Nettle after it’s pollinated, yeah?“

“Right! like- remember how when Aunt Luz had Azura in her tummy because she still had to grow?”

“Uh huh…”

“It’s sort of like that. But… you didn’t grow in my tummy. And your dad-“

“I uh- my body is… different.”

“Like mine?”

“Yes!! Exactly! That’s because you and I share a lot of things, bud. Like how I had eyes like yours in that picture, the one from before Flapjack helped me? A-And we have the same big ears and that one lock of hair that never stays straight no matter how we style it?” (He softly flicks Hyacinth’s hair noodle with a smile, and Hyacinth giggles, so unlike the past.)

“You and I are related by our biology, what makes our bodies up as… witches. You’re not related that way to your mom, but you are still, absolutely, without a doubt her child, and she is still your mama. The love is there and she’s known you since the day you were born, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I love your mom, and we both love you, which makes us family.”

“Exactly. You’re our baby- my baby, even if I didn’t help to bring you here. Okay?”

“Oh… okay! So it’s like how Uncle Gus is my uncle but you guys and him don’t have the same dads?”

“…”

“Y-yeah that’s a much simpler way to put it!”