#garnet chips

[shyambaba7773]

Healing with Garnet

♥ Passion ♥ Sensuality ♥ Sexuality ♥ Romantic love ♥ Intimacy ♥ Positive thoughts ♥ Energy ♥ Past life recall ♥ Inspiration ♥ Success ♥ Social popularity ♥ Self-confidence

Garnet cleanses and re-energises the chakras.  It revitalises, purifies and balances energy, bringing serenity or passion as appropriate.  Inspires love and devotion.  Garnet balances the sex drive and alleviates emotional disharmony.  It activates and strengthens the survival instinct, bringing courage and hope.  Stimulates past-life recall.  Sharpens perceptions of oneself and others.  Garnet removes inhibitions and taboos.  It opens the heart and bestows self-confidence.

Garnet regenerates the body and stimulates the metabolism.  It treats disorders of the spine and spinal fluid, bone, cellular structure and composition.  Purifies the heart, lungs, blood and regenerates DNA.  Garnet boosts the immune system and energy levels.

[caityelizabethjoy]

He gives her flowers always ❤️

[moonbutters]

Hello again,

I'm a transfem who needs a bit of monetary assistance.

I spent a bit too much money helping my friends with their various situations and found myself in an almost $4k pickle. I've been chipping away at it over the past few months and got it down about halfway.

The previous assistance made my bill quite a bit lower but I still have a bit that I need to pay off my credit card- specifically

$600

My actual bill is a bit higher but I can cover the rest over the next month with some extra overtime.

Anything helps, including reblogs! The sooner I can get this paid off, the better.

Thank you for your time.

[sare11aa11eras]

Daenerys Missandei Irri and Jhiqui!

[Image Description: A full-length drawing of four people, Daenerys Targaryen, Missandei of Naath, and Dany’s two Dothraki handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui. They are standing progressively farther back from the viewer. Daenerys stands in profile, walking forward, talking to someone. Missandei and Jhiqui have their bodies facing the viewer, Irri is angled slightly to the right side of the drawing. Missandei, Irri, and Jhiqui look at Daenerys. They are standing on a red carpet against a blank background.

Daenerys wears a purple tokar with a gold fringe. She wears her dragon crown, a gold bangle, rings of various materials, a gold vambrace with purple stones, gold earrings with purple stones, and an elaborate necklace with purple stones. From the necklace and the crown dangle long strings of red and black beads. She wears an anklet and leather sandals. A few golden bells can be seen in her hair.

Missandei wears a knee-length light orchid-color dress. It hangs loosely around her. Her dress is trimmed at the hem with purple and blue beads of different lengths. She wears sandals similar to Dany’s. She wears a large V-shaped piece of jewelry similar to a collar around her neck and over her collarbones. It is gold, mostly decorated with purple stones, and a blue butterfly design. Missandei wears earrings with blue butterflies and purple, pink, and yellow stones. She wears a bracelet of alternating pink and yellow stones. Her hair is in braids to pull it away from her face, but is otherwise in an Afro-type style. She holds a tablet and writing utensil in front of her chest. She has an interested expression as she looks up from her writing towards Dany.

Irri wears Dothraki clothes. She wears long trousers, which are blue fabric with a fringed panel of leather along the inside of her leg and groin. She wears leather boots with green, white, and purple painted swirls on them. She wears a dark leather belt around her middle and a belt of gold discs over it. The central gold disc has a green stone. More blue fabric wraps around her chest, either pleated or wrappings. Over this is a painted vest, primarily decorated with blue, green, and white. On her upper arm is an armband with an illustration of a horse galloping in grass. She has leather wrappings on her wrist and opposite upper arm. She wears one visible ring. She wears a leather necklace with a triangular gold pendant and gold triangular earrings. Her hair is in at least three braids, tied off with gold beads. She has bangs. She wears a woven headband of green and blue, with jade stones. Her face is neutral.

Jhiqui also wears Dothraki clothes, although hers do not look practical for riding. Her clothes are primarily fabric of a deep raspberry color. Along the outer side of her trousers is a stripe of leather, fringed at the end, painted with pink and pale purple flowers. On her chest she wears a beaded brooch shaped like a flower, with pink petals and a green “stem”. She wears slippers, in the same material as the rest of her outfit, with a decoration of pink flowers on yellow around the heel. Her vest is laced closed over a green and gold under layer. Her vest is trimmed at the hem with gold discs. Around her middle is a dark leather belt, with a thin belt of gold discs over it. She wears a leather necklace similar to Irri’s, with a circular gold pendant with a garnet stone. Her earrings match this pendant. She wears two rings. Her arm band is gold and garnet. Her hair is worn similarly to Irri’s. She has a bracelet with chips of green jade set in silver on a leather cuff. She has a nose piercing with a gold chain that leads to her earring. She appears to be wearing rouge. She looks mildly interested in whatever is happening. End ID./]

[surprised-spades]

All canto (i-vi) credits art

I wanted to list all the souvenirs they have on the bus and now i have thoughts and i have noticed things that are making me SAD

Canto i: Wow the vibes are bleak. Obviously they have Yuri's mask hanging up but what's interesting is that both Charon and Vergilius are looking at it, Charon makes sense cause they were bonding but Verg less so. Maybe he just feels bad someone uninvolved died. Dante and Gregor are both going though it look at them. This is actually one of the problems I have with Canto i, Gregor doesnt really get any closure? Just gets traumatised again. The fact that no one has bothered to clean up the blood shows how low everyone's mood is.

Canto ii: Yay we're having fun now!! This time we have a poker chip, which feels more like an actual souvenir instead of a grim reminder. The Sinners are getting along more! And mephi is clean so thats nice

Canto iii: I'm not sure what the souvenir is meant to be? Maybe a piece of metal or a spear head? Chicken reward is great but kinda ominous when you take into account they go to K Corp next, Heathcliff, Meursault and Ryoshu's food crimes are very funny. Is Verg watching to make sure Charon doesn't choke on the chicken?

Canto iv: Don't know how they're hanging a photo from the bus window but ok. Everyone is chilling. Love how Yi Sang has the light on him, kinda makes it look like he's talking to the mirror again. Interestingly this is the first credits art where Verg is interacting with the Sinners, his pose is more relaxed too, loser is getting attached lol.

Canto v: I assume the rope is knotted in Queequeg's style, ouch. Don got her ice cream, good for her. I don't know what's happening with the seagull and I'm not sure I want to.

Canto vi: Heathcliff staring at his ring, pain. The heathcliff flowers being the only thing with colour, pain. Is Don looking through a box of toys? Did she steal it from the manor? Heathcliff might have let her since they do actually seem to be quite close. I can't really tell but is Dante holding the burnt bough in the back? I thought it was meant to be white? But now the sad thing I haven't seen anyone talk about yet, Verg is looking at the photo of the orphanage, given his talk with Faust about not getting everything he wanted out of the contract due to his interferance it's possible he's given up on seeing Lapis or Garnet again as that was the whole reason he joined Limbus Company which Faust knows about :(

[chlix]

souvenirs

pairing: seungmin x reader

genre: fluff, light angst (???)

word count: 1.8k

warnings: vague references to depression (in a sense)

synopsis: It's getting harder to get through the day, lately. seungmin helps

a/n: the way this is borderline nonsense aksdjhlfajkd i've been exhausted from work lately and this is what i spit out,,,excuse the fact that my metaphors are all mixed together

You're sitting on the couch with your hand above your face, watching your rings glimmer in the afternoon light. Your head is reading on Seungmin's thigh as he reads a book he bought while he was in Paris, something about local birds and migratory patterns. He’s been trying to read more lately, says it’s important for self-improvement. You wonder what self-improvement could come from understanding the ecological niche of French swallows.

“It’s not about the information,” he says. “It’s about learning to parse meaning from text. It’s a brain exercise.”

You think your brain gets plenty exercise. You want to join him on his quest for media literacy, but your brain is too fried to process written language most days. Work takes everything out of you, and then you have to come home and worry about classes and the laundry and all the other things you’re responsible for each day, and it keeps you from being able to focus on any individual thing, in the end. Even now, you're meant to be relaxing, a rare afternoon off when neither you nor your boyfriend has anything important to do, but you can't relax. Your gut is tight, and your head feels stretched thin. In your mind's eye you can see your desk, your laptop, all the work and emails and papers piling up. It's hard to breathe if you think about it for too long.

The sun is so pretty on your gold rings. Seungmin bought them for you in Paris from a vendor’s stand on his way to the airport. They're not real gold; one of them is already tarnishing, and the gems inlaid in another are chipping, clearly fake and not at all real garnets. But he thought you’d much prefer to have the “authentic” experience of a tourist Paris, and wear something you would’ve gotten yourself had you gone.

"If I went to Paris, I would’ve asked you to send me your card details," you'd said after he gave them to you. "I wouldn't have settled for tacky fakes.”

“You don’t even wear jewelry,” Seungmin threw back at you. “You would’ve only put them on to post them to your Instagram story, and then you’d never wear them again.”

“I would wear them if they were from Paris.”

“And so from Paris they are.”

It’s become something of a running joke. Every time you post a picture of yourself, you make sure one of your hands is visible, and with it, the rings. Of course, for this to be possible, you end up wearing them almost every day. In the end, Seungmin is right that it doesn’t really matter that the rings are cheap fakes. They’re beautiful, and they complement your skin tone, and Seungmin had bought them for you, so you don’t really care they’re from a cheap street vendor. First and foremost, they’re from your boyfriend, a souvenir he’d carried thousands of miles back to you, like those birds he’s reading about crossing large bodies of water to find their families back home.

You take one off and hold it directly above your head, looking through the hole like a lens at the ceiling above you. You zero in on the sunlight dancing across the ceiling, getting caught in the brass rings on your curtains and bouncing around in delight.

"You're thinking so loud," Seungmin says.

"Well, stop eavesdropping," you reply.

"It's not eavesdropping if you're loud," Seungmin says. "What's wrong?"

What's always wrong, you want to ask, but you don't know if that's helpful or vindictive, so you don’t. Instead, you say,

"I've just got a lot on my mind."

"Penny for your thoughts?"

“They’re worth more than that,” you say, absent. You're still looking through your lens. You're waiting to see something appear on the other side. Like Coraline’s seeing stone, you think to yourself, ignoring everything outside the metallic ring. If I look through it I can see a new reality.

Seungmin reaches up and takes the ring out of your hand.

“Boyfriend discount,” he says, teasing. He turns the ring over in his fingers curiously.

“Is this the ring from Paris?”

You hum.

“It’s tarnishing.”

“It’s cheap. That’s what happens with cheap things. They break down.” You reach for it, but he holds it out of your reach.

“A shame. Now what will you have to remember Paris by?”

“I didn’t even go, moron,” you say. “I never do anything that fun.” You mean to be lighthearted, but your voice is bitter, hard.

“That’s not true. You do fun things all the time. You’re the interesting one, not me.”

You actually laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“It’s true. If I wasn’t in an idol group, I would never go anywhere. I would have gotten a boring office job and been a salaryman, and I never would’ve even met you.”

Maybe that would be for the best, you think, but you know better than to say it. You've both grown tired of conversations about not deserving each other; there’s no denying you guys are in this for life. You love Seungmin so much it’s embarrassing, so much that you go to all his shows and sound checks, so much that you buy newspapers with his face on them and stick them on your coffee table even though you never read a single page. You love him enough that you stay up late and call him at odd times at night when he’s off in Europe headlining a music festival, so much so that you wear tarnished rings from a stupid Parisian street vendor just because he bought them and you love him and you want to look at your hands every single day and think about how much he loves you. So much so that you fantasize about the day he’ll give you a ring that won’t tarnish, because it’ll be real gold, and it’ll sit prim and shiny untouched on your currently unadorned ring finger. It’s not about deserving. If it was about deserving, you’d never have it. But you will have it, someday.

It's not someday yet, though.

"However you used to be, or could be, I'm the boring one now. I'm tired all the time. I have nothing to talk about most days except my work. And the work never ends. I'm not even a housewife. I'm something worse." It’s toeing the line of how much self-deprecation Seungmin will allow, and sure enough, he fights back.

"You said you wanted to keep your jobs. You said you liked them."

"I do like my jobs. And I like having money. Very low bar for me, liking things that I need to survive.”

"Is there a lot going on lately?" Seungmin holds the ring out between his thumb and middle finger, surrendering it back to you. You slide your finger back through the hole easily, reunited with your prices possession once more. Crossing portals, becoming whole, something else metaphorical that would fix you, that would make this conversation easier.

"Like I said, just a lot on my mind."

You don’t know why this is so hard.

Seungmin has always been willing to hear you out, knowing you're not one to complain when you don't need to. But something about this situation is getting to you, this prison of your own making, of trying to do everything in your own. You don't let Seungmin support you and then complain about working. You say you want fulfillment through education and then cry about midterms. You move miles away from your family to earn your independence and then wax depressive about how you're not seeing your baby sister grow up. It must be tiring for him, not just as someone who’s made similar sacrifices for his idol career, but just as a person on earth who has to listen to you all day. You don't like to be whiny. You understand your choices, and you don't regret them. You regret very little of your life, and very little of yourself, even on your worst days, but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck.

"Thinking loud again,” Seungmin says.

"Does that mean the thoughts are worth more?" you ask, but there's no mirth in your voice.

"You can tell me anything, you know," he says, and you do know. Of course, you know.

"Take your own advice," you say. "It's like pulling teeth with you.'

"You shouldn't pick up my bad habits," Seungmin says. "You have plenty of your own."

He isn't saying it to be mean, it's just true. There are so many parts of yourself you prefer to ignore, this being one of them. Seungmin is all about self-improvement. Hence the book on swallows, and the afternoon off. Hence the way he's not demanding you tell him what's wrong and is instead letting you decide. He's working on being less impatient, more empathic. You're working on honesty. To be honest it's like pulling teeth for both of you.

Talking with Seungmin like this is doing...something. It isn't really making it easier to breathe, and it's not helping you ignore the piles of work you have left, but it does make it easier to remember that you two are a team in this. In being people. In suffering and paying rent and being maybe not so good with money, if he’s willing to waste it on street trinkets that will just tarnish within the year and you’re willing to encourage him by wearing them.

You're drowning in work, you both are, always, but then, the work isn't here with you, is it? Here it's Sunday afternoon, and it's golden hour, and you're on the couch with your boyfriend. And you still don't really want to tell him what the problem is, because you're afraid he'll laugh, even though he clearly won't. He would never laugh at you. He doesn't find most of what you do funny for him to start making jokes now.

"Buy me fried chicken and I might give you a thought or two," you say. "I'm bringing back the barter system.”

“Traditionalist," he says.

"True innovation is found in retrospection," you say. "I’ll make it a BOGO. Combining old with new.”

"Enough metaphors," he says. “What place do you want to order from?"

You pretend to be offended. "You don’t know my chicken order?"

"Now you're just inventing things. Coffee order, sure, even dessert order. But chicken order?”

"If you don't love me, just say that."

“This is why your thoughts are only worth a penny, just so you know."

You grin, looking up at him. You're not looking at his face through the ring, but it feels like you're seeing another world anyway, a universe where there's Just the two of you, a universe sustained only by your love.

Who cares about migrating birds, as long as Seungmin keeps flying home to you.

[saphronethaleph]

Visual Misidentification

“This is White leader to all squadrons on this net,” Harrier called, glancing left and right to check on the other Y-wings in his squadron. “We are go for our new tasking, launching an attack run on one of those cruisers. We’re going to need an escort.”

“Roger that, White leader,” another clone replied. “Dirk squadron is flying close cover on you, we’re three seconds behind you and twenty degrees below.”

“Copy that, Dirk lead,” Harrier said. “What’s a dirk?”

“Is this really the time?” Pinion called, from the gunner seat – then his turret opened up, blazing away at the nearest buzz-droid from a scatter that had been launched in their direction.

“Dirks are a kind of blade, White lead,” the other clone said, sounding amused. “We’re off the Scabbard, all our squadrons are named for old weapons.”

Harrier laughed, then swung his bomber to the side. The twin nose cannons fired in a staccato blaze of light, and the rest of White Squadron followed suit just a moment later.

The combined volley cut down three Vulture droids, opening a hole in the formation ahead of them, and Harrier rolled his bomber through the gap.

“Report in,” he called, weaving his fighter back and forth around its base course. There were so many ships battling in the skies over Coruscant it was hard to keep track of what was even happening, but he was fairly sure all his fighters were still there…

“White four to lead, I have some damage to my left engine cap,” Garnet said, after a few seconds. “My R3 thinks we’re good unless we take another hit on that engine.”

“Copy that,” Harrier replied. “White four, white six, switch places.”

The complicated dance took place behind him, and Harrier didn’t need to look – which was good, because all his attention was focused on the gun duel ahead. A Lucrehulk battleship was heavily engaged with a Republic heavy cruiser, battering down the shields, and shots were landing home on the beleagured friendly ship’s hull.

“White three to lead, do we fire?” Decade asked, from White Three. “If we don’t do something the Sun Shadow is going down!”

“We have our mission,” Harrier answered, glancing between his weapons displays and the fight, then cursed. “Fine – guns only, do not adjust base course! Try and take out one or two of those turrets, but save the torpedoes and keep moving!”

Pinion’s turret slewed around before he’d finished speaking, and ion bolts and laser blasts did the best they could to chip away at the Separatist battleship’s turrets.

Twenty crowded seconds later, White Seven was down, but Dirk Squadron had chased off the rest of the tri-fighters that had tried to pounce them. Only one two-bird element of Dirk Squadron remained for top cover, but that had to be enough – they were nearly there – and Harrier flicked his targeting computer online.

“All White elements!” he called. “Slave your targeting computers to mine, we need a precise salvo if we’re going to get through the shields!”

“Roger that!” Decade confirmed.

The other clones of White Squadron were complying as well, carets appearing in Harrier’s computer one after another as the Y-wings deferred to his on launch orders, and Harrier swallowed.

This was the most dangerous point in the entire run. They had to run straight and level to give the computers a good course… his shoulders hunched, knowing that at any moment a fighter could smoke them or a capital ship gun could rip them to shreds.

“Crink,” Pinion murmured. “Is that the Negotiator?”

“Is what?” Harrier replied, then his computer pinged and he hit the firing switch.

There were six bombers left, and each ripple-fired two of their four torpedoes. A single twelve-torpedo salvo ripped out towards the bridge tower of their urgent target, the CIS dreadnought Prosperous, and Harrier threw his ship into a left swerve to avoid colliding with the enemy capital ship.

“What is it, Pinion?” he asked, looking around. “Reinforcements?”

“I mean General Kenobi!” Pinion replied, sounding awed. “And I think I see Skywalker’s fighter, too – they’re heading for the same ship we just fired on!”

In his peripheral vision right, Harrier saw the bridge tower of the CIS dreadnought exploding.

“Who fired those torpedoes?” General Skywalker demanded, on an open channel. “All concerned, who just fired those torpedoes?”

“...which torpedoes, General?” Harrier asked, on the same channel.

“The Chancellor’s been abducted and is being held on the CIS dreadnought Invisible Hand!” Skywalker replied. “We just saw a torpedo volley impact on the ship – hold fire, we need to rescue the Chancellor!”

Harrier had a sinking feeling.

Wasn’t the Invisible Hand another Providence-class, like the Prosperous?

“...oops,” he said, lamely.

[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me -- terzo x reader

A/N: so.... yeah.... ghost has taken over my life. i had this idea, i was thinking of it like i was writing it, and i wrote it! so here's my first lil entry into the ghost fandom. hi! i have an idea for a part two so... if this does well and you want one? let me know?

song: you're losing me by taylor swift

warnings: angst, hurt/no comfort, allusions to mutual cheating, terrible communication (please talk about your feelings), fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

You’d been putting this off for a while. Constantly snapping. Constantly hiding. Hiding the fact you were in pain, the fact that pain caused you to act in ways, to do things, you never thought you would. There were some sins, even in this satanic church, that weren’t to be celebrated. One of which you had committed and, from the looks of your observant eyes, so had he. Yet, you couldn’t stand the guilt just as much as you couldn’t stand being casted into the shadows any longer. 

“That was some party, eh, amore mio?” he asked, snaking his hand around your waist. 

The only response you were capable of giving was a stiff smile. He couldn’t just see the fakeness oozing from your features, he could feel it. You’d been silent the whole walk back to your shared quarters. Most of the time you’d swear he never noticed you, but he did. As soon as you both were away from the prying eyes of the others, he saw you deflate. Your shoulders slumped, your features all but turning to stone. He was never one to pry. He was always afraid of the emotions difficult conversations would bring up. It was just something he never knew how to handle. A side effect of always being on display.

Tonight was different. Lately, it seemed there was always tension radiating off you. All he wanted was for you to come to him and tell him what’s wrong. Yell at him, if you had to. Something. Anything. Anything other than this. So his hand slid to the other side of your waist as he turned himself in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. Quickly, he placed his other hand on you, steadying you. His eyes scanned your face for any sign of life, pleading with you to tell him everything.

You sighed defiantly. “The party was great. You really outdid yourself this time.” A lie and a truth. The party was torture. The only way he outdid himself was by sneaking away three times, twice with different Sisters of Sin, and once with a Ghoul. Even when you tried to ignore it, somehow you instinctively always looked up just as he was headed out the door, to somewhere more private, more quiet. Every time it chipped away at your now calloused heart.

“Why are you being like this?” he asked softly.

“Why am I being like this?” you repeated. “Why are you like this?” You shook your head as you pushed him aside, briskly walking the few paces to your chamber doors, leaving him stunned momentarily. The door was almost shut before he caught up.

You had stormed off to your bureau, alreadying having started to take off your ornate garnet jewelry. You ignored him when he entered the room.

“Cara mia, per favore. Talk to me. I…” he trailed off as he reached for your shoulder with a trembling hand. 

You swatted his hand away. “Don’t,” you said harshly as you turned around, hurrying, as if you couldn’t get away from his touch fast enough, over to the walk-in closet to change out of your dress. 

He gave you a few moments, not daring to push his luck. You had changed quickly. Staring at yourself in the floor length mirror, you didn’t see the rage you felt bursting inside. All you saw was sadness. The shell of your former self. You stared at yourself with your hair pinned up, perfectly placed stray hairs framing your face, your black t-shirt, and merlot colored sweatpants. You hated everything about this moment. 

The floodgates have opened.

Behind you, you saw him leaning on the door frame. Your eyes met in the mirror. 

“What have I done to make you hate me so much?” he whispered.

You spun around. The fury of hell shone in your eyes. “You really don’t have a fucking clue, do you?” you said, charging past him.

“So… so you really do hate me?” 

“I can’t– I can’t do this anymore, Terzo!” You’ve never seen this man look more hurt than he did right now. He was searching for an answer, for a hint, for something that might explain how everything had led up to this point. You took a few deep breaths before you finally told him everything that you had kept locked deep inside. “I can’t watch you flirt with everything that walks on two legs anymore. I can’t watch you sneak out of rooms with someone else’s hand in yours. And– and– and I know you’re the Papa now, but… There used to be an us. We used to be a team. It was you and me. You… you made me feel special. For the first time in my life I felt seen. After that mitre went on your head, it’s like the spotlight blinded you. You haven’t even seen me at your side, because you pushed me back into the shadows.”

“I have never lost sight of you, tesor–”

“But you have, Terzo. You have. Ever since you got the Grammy for the Church… It’s felt like… the only time you even acknowledge me, the only time I’d ever be special to you, is behind these closed doors. At the parties, you dance with me once and then you’re… you’re batting your eyelashes at every other person who looks at you. I can’t follow you around anymore and be ignored. I’m not you’re fucking shadow!”

“Why have you never told me this before? Why haven’t you talked to me about this?”

“I’ve tried. I’ve asked you to include me more. I’ve asked you to– I gave up begging for your attention. For your affection.”

“But you know how I am, you knew what you signed up for.”

“No. I knew you were a flirt. But this? I never signed up for this.”

Terzo felt the tears start to sting his eyes. While he never purposely meant to push you away, now that you’ve said it, he knew exactly what he did. He took for granted the one person he wanted… no, needed by his side. But he wasn’t all that oblivious. He’d seen you sneak away just as you had seen him.

“And how do you think it felt when I would watch you sneak away? You think I don’t know why you don’t come home some nights? Hmm? What do you have to say to that?” he challenged.

“‘Why have you never told me this before? Why haven’t you talked to me about this?’” you echoed mockingly. “Because I wanted to be where I felt wanted, where I felt like my feelings were reciprocated. I wanted to be where I felt like a queen. I needed to feel loved.” Your words dripped with venom, but he scoffed at them.

“Oh, please, this is a church not a monarchy.”

“But don’t the two go hand in hand? With the way you’ve been acting, I never would have known there was a difference,” you spat.

He felt like a knife had been plunged into his heart and it just kept going deeper and deeper.

“Tell me how it started. Tell me what made you seek solace in someone else,” he demanded.

“After I caught you with Sister Thérèse. I just ran. I ran and couldn’t even see where I was going, because of how hard I was sobbing. I collided with someone around a corner who had come to see what was the matter. He kept your secret. He hasn’t told a damned soul. So I knew he would keep mine.”

There was nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. The damage was irrevocable. Any semblance of this relationship was left asunder. Terzo couldn’t move. The weight of his actions, and lack thereof, immobilized him. You wasted no time walking around him, back into the closet. Grabbing a good-sized duffle bag, you started filling it with clothes and a couple pairs of shoes. You walked over to the bathroom and tossed in various toiletries. Walking around him once more, you unplugged your phone charger from your side of the bed, before going to the bureau and sliding your phone in your pocket. Once the bag was zipped and slung over your shoulder, you made your way to the door.

Too wrapped up in your haste to leave, you didn’t hear the footsteps padding behind you on the carpet. It wasn’t until you felt his hand grab yours did you turn around. 

“Who is it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Who makes you feel like a queen, feel… loved?”

You hesitated. Only for a brief moment. The man in front of you held the most power out of everyone here at this Ministry. But there was no way you or who you were going to could be implicated without Terzo implicating himself. Looking him dead in the eye, you told him, “Cardinal Copia.”

The second the words left your mouth, he dropped your hand. The door felt heavy as you opened it and it shut behind you. Tears sprung in your eyes and began to fall, cascading down your face. You were only a few steps away when you heard glass shattering against a wall.

part ii

[somnambulant-seraphim]

Some jewellery I made and crystals I got recently. ༶⋆˚₊·

I made a pendulum for Persephone with garnet chip beads, lava stones and a few coppery, warm-toned freshwater pearls I had leftover in my bead stash. 

I also made a necklace with tiger’s eye beads (most are mismatched pebble shapes, some are heart-shaped) and a tiger’s eye star. I got a unakite moon and kambaba jasper star as well! <|:^D

[yourlocalchaoswitch]

Money/Prosperity Bowl

Non-ingredient materials:

A bowl or dish

Green or yellow candle (can use white)

Spare change/cash

Money oil

Ingredients I use:

Alfalfa - prosperity, wealth

Aventurine - fortune, motivation, wealth, prosperity

Bay leaf - wish granting, catalyst

Cinnamon (powdered or sticks) - fortune, protection, wealth, attraction

Clove - wealth, attraction

Coffee - catalyst, speeds things up, amplifier

Dill - fortune, wealth

Garnet - catalyst, prosperity

Geode - fortune

Goldstone - wealth, luck

Malachite - wealth, fortune

Mint - protection, wealth

Money Oil

Pinecone - prosperity, wealth

Pyrite - wealth, luck

Clear Quartz - amplifier (can replace any other stone)

Rice - abundance, prosperity

Rutilated Quartz - fortune, wealth

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Cleanse your space and materials however you see fit. I like to smoke cleanse with pine or corresponding incense, but do whatever feels right to you

Add your rice to your bowl. Visualize money and abundance coming your way. Imagine the different ways it can come to you; maybe you got a new job or a bonus on your check. Think about all the good things you would like to come your way

Add your herbs into your rice(except the bay leaf and cinnamon if using sticks). As you add each herb, make sure to set your intention and thank your herbs. I've found that showing gratitude makes a world of a difference. If you're using crystal chips, I would also add them at this time

After your herbs and possible crystal chips are added, stir it all in clockwise, while repeating affirmations or simply thinking about what you want to bring in. Concentrate on what it is specifically that you want, and feel that energy pouring from yourself into the bowl

Move onto your candle and bay leaf. Carve sigil to match your intention or currency symbol into the candle as well as your name and anyone else included within the spell. Write the same on the bay leaf. Then anoint both with the money oil

Place your candle in the center of the bowl. Then begin adding your crystals. Again, remember to take your time setting your intentions and thanking your crystals. After your satisfied with that, add the spare change if you have it and then, you guessed it, thanking it for the job it's about to do

Sit back and admire your work. You just made a money bowl!!!!

To cast, light the candle with intention.

Happy witching!!

[flickynightdarkness]

Waves 1-18 Of My Comfort Characters List

Oggy & Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine & Little Miss Shy (Little Misses)

Mr Quiet & Mr. Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, My Melody & Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff, Hypno, Eevee, Pichu, Torchic, Jirachi, Manaphy, Darkrai, Alice, Alicia, Dwebble, Iris & Sylveon (Pokémon)

Atsuover, Rageminer, Dawko, Jaiden Animations, CookieSwirlC, Nicky Tate, WolfyChu, Rosanna Pansino, Ava Ryan (YouTubers)

Holly & Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Slinky Dog, Jessie, Trixie & Bonnie (Toy Story)

Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku (Vocaloids)

Bubble (BFDI)

Cake, X & Winner (BFB + TPOT)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Bow & MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Sonic, Tails, Vector, Chip, Cream, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Zavok, Zazz & Tails Doll (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Mario, Luigi, Yoshi, Rosalina, Boo, Count Bleck & Tippi (Super Mario)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa & Po (Teletubbies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl (Steven Universe)

Giulia (Luca)

Wall-E & EVE (Wall-E)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Scarecrow & Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Scarecrow (TNBA)

Scarecrow (The Brave & The Bold)

Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Scarecrow & King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Question (DCAU)

Harley Quinn (MultiVersus)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Gary The Snail & Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Moomimtroll, Moominmamma & Snorkmaiden (Moomin Series)

Numbuh 3/Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, Mushi Sanban, Numbuh 9/Maurice, Father/Benedict Wigglestein & Monty Uno/Numbuh 0 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Kissy, Captain Squirk & Dr. Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use & Luther Artwright (Needlem0use)

Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom & Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

505 & White Hat (Villainous)

Odie (Garfield)

Humf

Lilo, Stitch & Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Candy Cat & Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

F, P & Y (Alphabet Lore)

Rover, Isabelle, Timmy Nook & Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Orbulon (Warioware)

ENA

Felix & King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mio Mao

Edd, Matt, Tom & Tord (Eddsworld)

Tuffy & Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Roy O'Brien (ROY Series)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Toriel, Napstablook, Sans & Papyrus (Undertale)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Hex, Tabi, Sunday, Sarvente, Nikusa, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Legacy Annie/Rascal & QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Soft! Boyfriend (FNF: Soft)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Electracey, Bread Mother & Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Three Diablos & Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Dave Algebra Class

SCP-049/Plague Doctor & SCP-999/Tickle Monster (SCP)

Skid, Pump, Robert, Jaune & Streber (Spooky Month)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Dr. Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Spot The Dog

Harry Hill, Robert Englund, Charles Martinet & Tom Kenny (Celebrities)

Slushi, Cofi & Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Gingy (Shrek)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli & Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Lord X Hog & Curse (EXEs)

Majin Sonic

MX (Mario 85)

Eri, Tsuyu Asui & Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Movie)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Paralympics Mascot)

Miraitowa & Someity (Tokyo 2020 Olympic Mascots)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Mirabel Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee & Abby Park (Turning Red)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Rayman

N (Murder Drones)

EteleD & Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Hypno & Lost Silver/Gold (Pokepasta)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday Series)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Sayori & Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Kirby & Meta Knight (Kirby)

Chudd Chudders & DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Bendy (BATDR)

Boris & Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Tari & Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Mugman & Baroness Von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust & Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Slender Man, Splendor Man & Lulu (Creepypasta)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Blitzo, Moxxie & Colin (Helluva Boss)

Woolly & Tig

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Mr. Shark (The Bad Guys)

Charles Calvin, Reginald Copperbottom, Right Hand Man & Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki

Pusheen The Cat

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

[adorawasright]

You mentioned Adora and Scorpia and I want to add my two cent about Scorpia in Season 4. (I might be misremembering)

In season 4 Scorpia goes through a lot but it feels very hollow.

As Scorpia leaves the horde during season 4. For what reason: Tired of the war, realises she is on the losing side, wants to over throw Hordak or realise that the Horde is bad? Nope she abandons her kingdom, country and way of life because Catra was mean to her. And she does this despite being a loyal soldier.

Then she realises that she wants to save Entrapta so what does she do: Tell Hordak so he can save Entrapta or does she mount a rescue effort herself to make up for abandoning Entrapta? Nope she travels to the enemy capital and appeals to them to save Entrapta.

Then when Scorpia is prisoner, she agrees to work with Glimmer to activate the The Black Garnet giving the Princesses a power boost that allows them to defeat the Horde.

All of Scorpia's actions throughout season 4 is so weird as she is so nonchalant about everything that it feels hollow.

As despite giving up everything to save Entrapta it feels like it isn't important. As it feels like we are missing a large chunk of character exploration.

(I'm also annoyed that we never really see Scorpia interact with Hordak)

Yeah, I agree with you! I may like Scorpia standing up for herself in s4, but not only does she leave the Horde for quite a small reason compared to everything else the Horde has done, Catra mistreating her is merely summed up as "Catra is a bad friend". As if she didn't straight up berate Scorpia and threaten to hurt her and Emily - and worse, send Scorpia to Beast Island to die. That is not what a mere "bad friend" would do.

Scorpia's "redemption" is very inconsistent indeed. Not to mention how quickly the princesses accept Scorpia. Pretty ironic considering how hostile they are towards Entrapta in s5. But yeah, sadly, everything about Scorpia is inconsistent, from her backstory to her ending. And I do love Scorpia, but I'm so angry at how the show treated her. The fact she was chipped in s5 also did not help.

Also yeah, I don't recall Scorpia interacting with Hordak that much. She mostly stays away. You brought up a good point, how did Scorpia never go to Hordak in order to rescue Entrapta? She knew why Entrapta was really gone. Imagine if Scorpia told him the truth?

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Doom Prompt 23: Cookies!

A Prompt from my Doom Discord. Based on the Garnets Story, slayer is such a brat, and ass, even to those he loves but not bad to them if that makes sense?

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23: “Lily is teaching Loral how to make [her] chocolate chip cookies, but John and Heather keep trying to eat the batter”

“Don't you dare!” Lily grabbed one of the baking cups and chucked it at the massive form starting to lean over the bowls set up on the tall counters. The little green cup did nothing but splat a bit of flower on John's shoulder as he caught the cup after it bounced off him.

Looking up, John was highly amused about the defensiveness over what was being made. Lily was glaring at him and had one of the mixing spoons ready to sacrifice if needed to throw at him as well. “Hmm?”

“You don't have an innocent face, big guy,” Lily pointed to his right hand, “And I see that frozen swordfish steak you're chewing on. Don't you dare cross contaminate the batter!”

The not quite man looked down at the frozen piece of meat he had gotten out of the bin in the walk-in freezer that was marked for him. John looked back at Lily, tilting his head and debating on still doing something. Only for the shorter Loral to come up behind the Demigod and with the confidence of an older grandmother and former matriarch of her family. As well as who had learn she can safely get away with things. Loral reached up behind John as she walked by to smack him with the handle of her spatula.

The bigger Demigod grunted, even though it did not hurt he still reached up to rub his neck and turned with a hurt look. Only to scramble away as the spatula was held up again, the older woman shamelessly chased John away from their work area.

“Shoo! No cookies for you if you contaminate everything with raw meat!” Grandma Loral demanded, shaking the spatula like it was the only thing that could defend their cooking project. There were a lot more people on the Doom Fortress itself, and the fortress city was hidden in the broken moon now. 

Frozen? John signed, showing the chunk of fish meat, safely standing behind a corner and looking over. He was chased off, so now John was interested in what they were doing. The Slayer did not seem to take offense, if anything just let the smaller, weaker human ‘bully’ him around the kitchen. It was a lot more life he could see in Loral and Lily then before, and he liked seeing it.

“It's doesn't matter,” the woman crossed her arms, staring up at the taller man as a mixer was turned on behind her. “It's still cross contaminating. If that ice gets in the batter? Taste is ruined. No cookies for anyone.”

John pouted, hunching his shoulders and took a bite out of the frozen steak. Chewing through it as he leaned on the safe counter, watching as Loral walked back to pick up the bowl she set down with the eggs. Chicken eggs, that's what they were called. When Lily looked back, John tried to make a low sound at her. 

He wanted to see what they were doing!

“No.” Lily said firmly, pointing at the Demigod with the mixing spoon. “Finish your snack and wash your hands before you can see.”

John snorted, but stayed in place for a bit, not hurrying with his current favorite snack. It was cold, crunchy and was just a tasty protein! He shifted, got eyed by Grandma Loral and hesitated. It did not matter he was well over 2000 years older than her, she was grandma and John did not seem to mind letting some humans bully him. So when the Demigod did move, he gave the work area a wide berth of space.

At least until he found a new spot on the other side of the big island counter from the two humans. Head tilting back and forth as he eyed all the ingredients, trying to guess what would come out of it.

John recognized the chocolate chips now! There was also an orange-tan bowl that smelled different, and another of white chips? Chocolate chips came in different colors? 

…did they taste the same?

John tilted his head, finishing the fish steak at last and looked around. He stepped away to find a sink to wash his hands as he had been taught to do when around food. The Demigod rumbled in a pleased way out of sight as he found something. When he returned, John had not a something in his grip, but a someone. Heather was settled in his arms and getting nuzzled. The little girl was more than happy to get attention from her new guardian. Grasping the loose shirt John had on, Heather tried to humm back and mimic what she was feeling. 

Heather liked being held by John the most, some of the protective… Sentinels had good hugs too! Grandpa Valen had really good hugs, just not the same as getting a cuddle and hug from John. Her guardian was warm and just felt the safest. Heather looked up and put her hand on John’s cheek, getting his attention back on her, and then a cheek pressed against her head. 

The girl turned to see what was going on. Tilting her head before looking up at her guardian, signing a question. What are they baking?

John carefully set Heather down so she was sitting on the edge of the counter in front of him. Slowly starting to use the human sign, having only just learned it not long ago. Cookie.

Heather gasped at that, turning around and saw Grandma Loral eyeing them. Cookie?

You wait. The older woman signed back as she shook her head. They need to cook first.

Heather pouted, looking up at John. The big man was blinking slowly, thoughtfully before rumbling as he leaned forward. Arms around Heather he snorted against her shoulder and grinned at the little squeal of laughter that resulted. Seemingly distracting the girl from the cookies. 

John did not have to stare at the other side of the counter as he leaned forward to track Lily and Loral’s movements. He reached forward in a moment of distraction, grabbing some of the chocolate chips and shared them with the giggling Heather. The girl was trying to hide her delight so much that Grandma Loral looked over to see her shoving something in her mouth. John doing much the same where he was hunched over.

Far too experienced as a parent, and grandparent, Loral sighed, “Goodness. Watch out Lily, we have some cookie thieves.”

“What?” Lily turned from focusing on fishing that one little egg shell fragment out of the bowl. Blinked and then stood up, “Oy! No stealing ingredients!”

John blinked and tilted his head around Heather, still hunched over the girl to let her finish eating her share of the loot with some cover. “Hmm?”

“Go to the stores to get some,” Lily tossed an egg shell at the demigod. Who reflexively caught it, blinked slowly staring at the shell. Before he looked back, John then ate the shell, looking surprised at the crunchy.

“Oh my gods,” Lily sighed as she turned away to get the little fragment. There was a small sound and a giggle, Lily spun around, and saw John mid-motion of taking the whole bowl of butterscotch chips. “Hey!”

The Demigod grabbed Heather and the bowl, trying to get away, only moving slow enough to not disturbed the little girl was his downfall. As Loral took aim and chucked a heavier ‘glass’ measuring cup. Her aim was true and the old pyrix thing clunked against John’s head, then shoulder, hit a counter on the way down and bounced off the floor. Twice. All the while not breaking

That was actually impressive!

John stared down, after making sure that Heather on his right arm was safe, then grunted in surprise as Lily popped up in front of him. The bigger not quiet man held tighter to the bowl, but his adoptive daughter was a half step ahead and just scooped most of the chips from his new bowl, all into another bowl that she had. Then Lily ran away, John trying to step after, only to get a good smack from  behind.

The Great Slayer King, the only predator of hell, the Beast… he whined at the second smack from a spatula.

“You fiend!” Grandma Loral yelled. “Food thief!”

“Aarh?” John tried to say something, shifting to hide Heather as she was laughing. He flashed a grin but tried to get away with what few little bits of chips left in his bowl.

“Don’t you sass me! Heather! Smack him!” Loral said and signed.

Not sure what was going on, but delighted at the idea of adding to the fun chaos. Heather bapped at John’s neck and shoulder, not hard, but it had him giving a mock bite back with a low fake growling sound. It took a good ten, maybe fifteen minutes before the two calmed down to nibble on the few butterscotch chips left in the bowl. John sat up to look around a corner, debating on if there was anything to steal. 

Eyeing the closer bowl, he rolled onto hands and knees, then rocked up, trying to be stealthy for once and creep closer. It did not help that there was a giggling girl following, but he could work with that. Trying to circle the two cooking and looking for something to steal. His second attempt resulted with John couched behind a counter with a big bowl of… butter? Whipped butter? It tasted good, okay, but was not that sweet.

How did this turn into cookies?

“...JOHN!” Lily yelled, noticing the lack of giggling and now a missing bowl. 

The Demigod grabbed Heather, and the bowl just because, and fed into the dinning room. Grinning the whole time, debating if he can hold the butter hostage for something sweet for him- and Heather!

[caissa-scribbles]

Restlessly, Gajeel ran his fingers over the ground. Deep down in the rock he could feel traces of ore, but it was more a whisper than a call. Aluminium, probably. Or nickel.

He sighed. It had been ages since he had last eaten raw iron, unsmelted, freshly broken from the intestines of the earth. A taste that evoked memories from a time when things had been easy and full of wonder. His thoughts digressed...

"C'mon, eat already. Yer crammin' down all kinds of stuff all the time."

The boy weighs the grey-black lump in his scratched hand, pulling a face.

"You can't eat rocks."

With an indignant snorting, the dragon gives the boy a mighty slap on the back of his head, thus making him tip forward, lengthways into the dust.

"Moron! Tha's not a rock, it's hematite. Iron ore. Eat."

The kid gets back up, defiantly crossing his arms but without letting go of the rock.

"But you can't eat iron either!"

"Yes, we can, you and I. 'S nothin' better. Now, try!"

To prove his point, the dragon bites a clashing hole into the rock wall, which is covered in reddish brown sediment, and crunches the ore with delight. The rumbling and tumbling from his mouth sounds like a debris avalanche thundering down the slope towards them, but the boy is not afraid.

He turns the nugget to and fro. Eating dirt is something he doesn't mind. The villagers' wastes were always dirty. And sometimes, when his hunger had been unbearable and there had been nothing edible to be found, he had chewed on leaves and twigs from the forest floor or nibbled on tree barks like a deer.

Now there is always plenty of food. Real food. The dragon takes care of that.

Doubtfully, he lifts the lump and sinks his teeth into it.

The raw ore crunches in his mouth like sand, the brittle crumbs scratch his tongue.

But it tastes good. Warm and bloody and sweet like the meat of a freshly killed animal.

Never in his life has he eaten something so amazing.

He craves more.

More.

Greedily, he wolfs down the pieces of ore the chuckling dragon keeps knocking out of the rock wall for him, chews and gulps, gulps an chews as if he were starving.

Small chips tear open his palate and throat. His stomach burns, but he can't stop eating. Rusty saliva is dripping from the corners of his mouth.

And then the iron starts to sing in his veins. The force within him, which he can now call all by himself, shouts its jubilant response as if it had already waited for the iron to come. Magic, the dragon said, not some devilish power. It bubbles up like a geyser, roars through his blood like a waterfall until he's all dizzy.

The skin on his bare arms begins to prickle as iron scales burst out from it. His legs, his face, his ribcage under the ragged tunic. Everything turns into iron. But not cold and rigid. Flexible and warm and hard like the dragon's hide, the dragon who is so strong and invulnerable.

He wonders, might he be as strong as the dragon now, too?

He grabs the nearest chunk of hematite with both hands and breaks it apart as easily as if it were but a piece of bread. The boy beams all over his face.

Next to him, the dragon bursts out into a booming laughter until little pieces of gravel drizzle down the rock wall, a garnet ember sparkling in his dark eyes. His huge paw slams the boy against his armoured chest, but this time, the tough hug hardly hurts.

"Hah! Tha's my brat!"

And suddenly the boy understands: the dragon is proud of him. For the first time in his life, somebody is proud of him.

Now he wants to eat even more iron.

[themanicnami]

Catch All Titanium Spider Web (Totally Spies Inspired Binding Spell)

A binding spell to prevent another from being an obstacle to you or your goals.

Ingredients:

Craft Wire or Pipe Cleaners or other thin wire

Paper or Cloth Poppet

Marker

Jar with a lid

Black Peppercorn

(Optional) Garnet Chips/Pieces

(Optional) Obsidian Pieces

Black Candle

Steps:

Make your poppet/doll of the target you are intending to bind. Using your marker write onto the poppet the target's name

Using your craft wire bind up the poppet thoroughly and tightly in a manner like you tying someone up. While you are doing so, verbally or mentally chant: "Spider web, spider web - tie you tight. Spider web, spider web - bind you tight" or anything else you may prefer.

Once bond, drop your poppet into the jar with the crystals and black peppercorns.

Seal the jars lid tightly then burn the candle long enough to either melt it on top of the jar or have enough melted wax to pour it over the lid to seal it up.

Store the jar somewhere dark and hidden.

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[ancientibis]

✨🌷 HAPPY SPRING EQUINOX 🌻✨

Sep 2024

1. Flowers collected from my garden (various sp.)

2. Fortnight Lily (Dietes grandiflora)

3. Geraldton Wax Flower (Chamelaucium uncinatum)

4. Sunset in Suburbia, Friday 20/09

5. espresso gin martini in my bee mug

Sorting mixed gems for my display:

6. peridot gem chips in strawberry cup

7. garnet* gem chips in strawberry cup

8. amethyst, blue apatite*, clear quartz chips (with a tiny amount of misc white or dark chips), kinda accidental peace sign ☮️

9. MY SPRING GEM & AIR PLANT DISPLAY 💖

note: I'll take some better pictures of the display & the details, plus will include info on the gems themselves.

💎💖✨

I have a long weekend to celebrate & so far it's being productive 💪 lots of spring cleaning & gardening to tackle (but also balancing relaxing & enjoying time with my fiancé).