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vachon-children · 1 month ago
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*Edwin and FF found each other, and were now riding through the forest looking for the truck that Ethan said Sam was. It was getting late, and Edwin knew they were running out of time. The exorcism ritual was prepped and ready, and he just needed the ghost to arrive...*
*FF was talking to the birds, asking if any had seen the truck that Ethan described to Edwin. The birds lead the way, but warned that there was blood shed and a dead body.*
@final-girl-sam-carpenter
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vachon-children · 1 month ago
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I'm on my way, Ethan. I'm bringing all my spellbooks. And watch out for the animals. FF's here, too.
@mindy-m-m, @tarac4rpenter, @vachon-children, Sam just sent me her location. She's in trouble, we should go right now!
Safety in numbers, right? Tara or Mindy, one of you should stay back with Chad. It doesn't matter who, we really need to save Sam!
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fantastic-mr-corvid · 8 months ago
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*just looked up the price of the flats i used to live in as a kid* i fink im gonna throw up...
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randomtimes-com · 9 months ago
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Meet the three Brujas of Kit Carson Cemetery!
Three witches are said to be buried beneath these unmarked concrete graves…
Taos, New Mexico, is known for its natural beauty with its limpid skies, pure air and the Sangre de Cristo Mountains that encircle it like a magic protection ring. But there is also the magical element, with unexplainable happenings that are now part and parcel of the town history. And no matter where we go in the area, as we can find spooky, creepy, and haunted places to visit, such as the Kit…
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makingqueerhistory · 2 years ago
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I’m actually serious about this, if at all possible, right now is a very good time to request queer books from your local library. Whether they get them or not is not in your control, but it is so important to show that there is a desire for queer books. I will also say getting more queer books in libraries and supporting queer authors are pretty fantastic byproducts of any action.
This isn’t something everyone can do, but please do see if you are one of the people who has the privilege to engage in this form of activism, and if you are, leverage that privilege for all you’re worth.
For anyone who can’t think of a queer book to request, here is a little list of some queer books that I think are underrated and might not be in circulation even at larger libraries:
Refusing Compulsory Sexuality: A Black Asexual Lens on Our Sex-Obsessed Culture by Sherronda J. Brown
Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco    ��
Harvard's Secret Court: The Savage 1920 Purge of Campus Homosexuals by William Wright    
The Perks of Loving a Wallflower by Erica Ridley   
God Themselves by Jae Nichelle
IRL by Tommy Pico        
The Pink Line: Journeys Across the World's Queer Frontiers by Mark Gevisser
Passing Strange by Ellen Klages             
The New Queer Conscience by Adam Eli
Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl's Confabulous Memoir by Kai Cheng Thom          
Queering the Tarot by Cassandra Snow              
Wash Day Diaries by Jamila Rowser
Queer Magic: Lgbt+ Spirituality and Culture from Around the World by Tomás Prower            
Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam   
Beyond the Pale by Elana Dykewomon 
Hi Honey, I'm Homo! by Matt Baume      
The Deep by Rivers Solomon
Homie: Poems by Danez Smith
The Secret Life of Church Ladies by Deesha Philyaw  
The Companion by E.E. Ottoman 
Kapaemahu by Dean Hamer, Joe Wilson, Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu
Sacrament of Bodies by Romeo Oriogun     
Witching Moon by Poppy Woods 
Tell Me I'm Worthless by Alison Rumfitt    
Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman    
Disintegrate/Dissociate by Arielle Twist           
Dear Senthuran: A Black Spirit Memoir by Akwaeke Emezi             
Peaches and Honey by Imogen Markwell-Tweed      
Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color by Christopher Soto
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vachon-children · 1 month ago
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I'm already on it. Along with the loose ghost of Billy Loomis.
I keep seeing new ghosts pop up. Now, I'm quite busy with a case in London-
You're busy kissing up Charles.
...Yes, but that isn't the point. The point is, I cannot be in America to deal with these issues at the moment.
And what, are you calling over the other Edwin who isn't even one of us to deal with the issue??
He is stationed in America, yes. And while that professor is, nothing like us, we still have to treat him with respect. Now go call him, Vespi.
Ugh, fine, you're no fun. Fine. @vachon-children, we need you to deal with Quinn Bailey.
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vachon-children · 2 months ago
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Now holding the "Magic Learners" club for all who wish to attend! Please come.
I'll make sure you attend.
Pluto, please don't blackmail students.
Fine.
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dark-corner-cunning · 1 month ago
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Honoring the Spirits of Home: Creating Sacred Spaces for the Unseen
Welcome back, Seekers! Within my local coven, we are journeying through the mysteries of Spirit until Winter Solstice. Today, I introduced the art of crafting Spirit Houses, and I thought it would be fitting to share a bit of that here. I like to keep these crafty posts simple and open-ended, leaving space for the practitioner to add their own touch. The best magick often arises from just diving in and letting your intuition guide the way. May this inspire you to connect, create, and explore! 🌙✨
As witches, we work with spirits every day, whether we realize it or not. Our homes, like ourselves, are steeped in the spirit world, alive with layers of unseen inhabitants that have their own roles, wisdom, and stories to tell. For many of us, it’s a quiet understanding that a witch’s home should be haunted—not in the fearful sense, but filled with life that pulses in harmony with our craft. From ancestral guides and house spirits, to the land’s ancient beings, these entities weave themselves into the very fabric of our spaces, enriching them with energy and presence.
Regardless of whether a home is newly built or weathered by decades, each dwelling becomes imbued with spirit. There’s an existing ecosystem of energies that connect to the land itself, the history of the area, and the layers of life that once lived or passed through. These spirits, sometimes subtle, sometimes profound, thrive within the space we call home, coexisting with us and enhancing our magick. But it is up to us to nurture a balanced and harmonious relationship with them.
Why Connect with the Spirits of Your Home?
Developing a deep, reciprocal relationship with the spirits of your home doesn’t just benefit your craft; it offers blessings for everyone under your roof. When these spirits feel acknowledged and respected, they offer protection, lend strength to your magickal workings, and create an atmosphere of peace and nourishment. A home can truly feel like a sanctuary when the spirits that dwell within it are in harmony with those who reside there in the flesh. This connection turns your space into an anchor—a place of personal power, healing, and resilience.
Building Friendships with Spirit
Nurturing relationships with spirits requires time, care, and a commitment to reciprocity. Just as with human friendships, there is a cycle of giving and receiving. Spirits respond to sincere attention and intention, as well as the gifts and gestures we offer them. One meaningful way to foster this connection is by creating a spirit house or a dedicated space where spirits can feel welcomed and honored.
A spirit house is both a physical symbol and a spiritual anchor. It becomes a place where offerings can be left, and it serves as a gateway for interaction with the spirit world in a respectful and clear manner. It’s a way of saying, “You are welcome here, I honor your presence, and I seek your guidance and protection.”
Creating Your Spirit House
Designing a spirit house is a creative, personal process. It need not be elaborate; sometimes, the simplest gestures carry the deepest respect. You may choose a small altar, a shelf, or even a discreet box placed in a peaceful corner of your home. Consider using natural materials—wood, clay, or stone—as they tend to resonate well with spirits of place. Personalize it with items like stones from your land, soil, dried herbs, or even water from a local stream. Each addition builds a bridge between your energy and the spirits you invite into your home.
When crafting your spirit house, remember that offerings and gifts can strengthen this relationship over time. Spirits, like friends, appreciate time, energy, love, and tokens of appreciation. Remember, spirits are aware of intention as much as they are of the physical offering, so approach this creative expression with reverence and sincerity.
For my spirit house, I’ve chosen to weave in unsea, or “old man’s beard,” gathered lovingly from my mother tree, a sacred link to the ancient and wise energies of the land. I've placed birds within the space, their forms standing as messengers and symbols of spirit, guiding and connecting with the unseen. Mushrooms, too, find their place here, embodying my bond with the natural world—grounded yet reaching into hidden realms. They carry the magick of spiritual growth, reminding me of the mystery and connection to realms beyond. Each piece breathes life into the space, deepening my relationship with the spirits I honor… and I placed a bell at the entrance, placed with the hope of hearing it softly chime as the spirits pass through.
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avnasace · 2 months ago
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where is the tsaritsa finding these harbingers goddamn bc so far we have:
a royal mage from khaenriah
capitano (no spoilers but those who played 5.1 you know what i mean)
evil very intelligent doctor who experiments with god remains and dabbles in educational crimes, (DO NOT let him near children)
columbina.
a cursed child from a thought-extinct khaenriahn bloodline with shadow fire blood ish magic who runs an orphanage
a politician
the inazuman puppet made by a traumatised god who got discarded by said god, who went on to join the fatui out of spite and grief, almost brought inazuma to its knees, stole a gnosis, made himself a god, then erased himself from history and went to uni
lady and her svarog who we know nothing about except that she created katherine which could be either very wholesome or very sinister
mondstadtian crimson witch of flames 'im the only one around here who gets shit done' la signora (R.I.P)
a banker
local guy in his mid twenties who fell in a hole as a child, went briefly to hell, came back feral and probably traumatised, has a heart of gold but also an 'i want to fight god at every opportunity' complex. was ready to sink a nation bc the hot god said so, and bro can also turn into an 8ft strangely hot abyssal creature and fought an intergalactic all powerful world devouring whale for like 40 days straight.
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vachon-children · 26 days ago
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I suggest taking safer, alternative ways to moving on to the afterlife. I can personally request for Death to come at your door. Keep in mind, Death of the Endless and Lady Death are two separate beings with their own goals.
I suggest Death of the Endless. She will be much more kind, unless you were a bad person.
An exorcism? Really? Terrible way to go.
[ @vachon-children
thank you for that unwanted input, is that all?
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foldingfittedsheets · 1 month ago
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So I went to Geek Girl Con this year and the best panel we attended was one where Librarians recommend your next spicy romance read and since they provided a list I figured I'd share the list because why the hell not? I don’t know how long they will leave the link up sorry All synopsis will be what I remembered from the panel without any research into the title so buckle up! I feel like it's pretty obvious which ones I was more interested in based on what I remember.
Triple Sec - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fiction
This is a poly plot wherein a cynical bartender gets swept up in a new romance with a lady in an open marriage and then sparks start between all three.
Band Sinister - Spice Level 4 Queer/Period
A period romance between two guys, the local playboy and our leading lad who meets the local playboy when his sister gets into an accident on the guy’s property. He finds a lovely community very different than the rake's reputation suggested and gets drawn into a romance against his better judgement.
Here We Go Again - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fiction
A wlw romance between two girls with a history who need to go on a roadtrip together and reconnect on the drive. Childhood friends I think?
Payback's a Witch - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fantasy
A wlw romance between Emmy and Talia (I'm cheating I've read this one before and liked it). Emmy left her hometown and magic behind after an embarrassing rejection from the most powerful magical family's scion. She comes back into town and finds her best friend and the stunning Talia have both now been wronged by the same guy. They convince Emmy to join a pact to get back at him together and Emmy and Talia grow closer through the power of revenge.
Act Your Age Eve Brown - Spice Level 2 Het/Fiction
A chaotic autistic female lead runs into a by the book boy after one of them gets hit by the others car and she ends up staying with him. They form a very sweet bond and the representation was lauded as being very precious.
Merry Inkmas - Spice Level 4 Het/Fiction
A cool alternative barista gets fired in front of her crush for giving a homeless man a free coffee and her crush hires her on the spot to work for him instead. They start up a relationship that he warns has an expiration date which suits her fine- or does it? Hijinks ensue.
D'Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding - Spice Level 4 Queer/Fiction
A wlw romance under false pretenses, they agree to get married for a reality TV show. There's an influencer and a shy one can’t remember who’s who, the shy one decided national television is a good way to come out to her family. As the competition continues real feelings start to rear their head between the two.
The Prospects - Spice Level 4 Queer/Fiction
Uhhhh baseball boys? The boys play baseball... mlm romance. Baseball.
Something Wild and Wonderful - Spice Level 3 Queer/Fiction
Two guys are both hiking a grueling trail from Mexico to Canada. After running into each other repeatedly they strike up a connection and eventually a relationship. One of the guys is still spiritual despite rejection from the church and it's healing for the other guy.
Prince and Assassin - Spice Level 4 Queer/Fantasy
An assassin is sent on a mission to take out a prince. While waiting for his orders to pull the dagger the two men grow closer and the assassin realizes he may not be able to kill off the prince as he learns more about him- but his sister's life is forfeit if he fails. Dramaaaaa
After Hours on Milagro Street - Spice Level 5 Het/Fiction
I cheated and had to refresh my memory as I fully forgot the plot. A bar is entrusted to new management in the form of a tattooed tough lady. A child of the family who's always run it takes issue with her management and sparks fly as they learn to compromise.
The Pairing - Spice Level Queer/Fiction
A couple breaks up before taking an amazing food tour across Europe and neither goes. With their tickets to the tour about to expire both decide to say screw it and go anyway, presuming that they couldn't possibly run into each other. They do. They they proceed to try to out slut each other while eating delicious food to prove how over each other they are. They aren't.
Hunt the Stars - Spice Level 3 Het/Sci fi
Human/alien pairing I think? As a bounty hunting crew takes a dangerous job and in the midst of peril find undeniable chemistry despite some fraught history between the two species.
A Holly Jolly Ever After - Spice Level 5 Het/Fiction
A previous child actor has found herself in a loveless marriage. She finally breaks free of her husband and takes a huge hit to her public image. She takes a job on a Hallmark style Christmas movie with another previous child star boyband. He has always had a crush on her and while paired as romantic leads on the film she admits to him she's never had an orgasm. We can see where this is going.
Morning Glory Milking Farm - Spice Level 5 Het/Fantasy
Stay with me. Minotaur. Milking. Farms. But it's not milk, guys. So a down on her luck girl takes a great paying job on a farm which I think is like phone sex? and makes a connection with one of the beefy boys get it. Genuinely tactful conversations around consent despite the goofy premise. Monster fuckers will enjoy.
Hate to Want You - Spice Level 5 Het/Fiction
Romeo and Juliet style warring families who hate each other because of grocery stores, I think. A boy and girl get together once a year and hate fuck each other about it but things get hard when she moves back into town for real and they keep bumping into each other.
Consort of Fire - Spice Level 5 Queer/Fantasy
A princess and knight go to take down a dragon but wind up falling for him instead? I feel like that's enough said. Poly dynamic and dragons, that's all it took for me to put in a hold.
Dating Dr. Dil - Spice Level 3 Het/Fiction
Fake dating a hot doctor to get her family off her back. 'Nough said.
Satisfaction Guaranteed - Spice Level 2 Queer/Fiction
A lady inherits a sex toy shop and drops her job to try to save it. The store manager doesn't think much of her and they both have to work together to get the shop back on its feet.
Role Playing - Spice Level 3 Het/Fiction
A forties lady joins a message board for gaming and strikes up a conversation with someone she assumes is a teenager. The guy thinks he's talking to a grandma. They meet and realize they're in the same age bracket and have a lot in common.
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pyro-les · 2 months ago
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One purpose - Rio Vidal X angel of love reader
1.8k words - warnings: none
Based on a request by @baysha1822
Taglist: @thecavalrywife @hannah-0730 @believe-in-magic13 @jenniferjareauwife @wandasreallover @thesharkwhalewhoohooooo @acutenobody
Rio and Y/N had been close friends since childhood, both growing up in the same village. They both had relatively normal childhoods, growing up in a time where few people even knew about magic and those who did weren't exactly offering to teach it to anyone. But Rio had always wanted to learn and so Y/N said she would too, if Rio wnated to learn then she would help her. Rio never told Y/N the real reason she wanted to learn magic,instead padsing it off as a curiosity, just something fun to learn. But in the inside she thought that if she could maybe, just maybe she would be able to protect Y/N if it ever came to it. Rio's family had all died of a viral illness when she was barely into her tween years and she had been the only one not to catch it. Surely it was her fault that they died if she had of caught it instead maybe one of them could live, but they didn't and she vowed she would help the only person she had left.
Y/N had always been against the common rules, the idea that women didn't get a say in who they had to marry, it was much more a business proposition then a vow of love. She had always said how she wouldn't marry whoever her parents told her to, that instead she would marry the person she actually loved. However it wasn't until they were older that Rio had realised who she had been talking about all those years. It wasn't until she had looked her in the eyes and asked Rio to run away with her the day her parents told her she was to marry that Rio knew for sure Y/N felt the same way about her as she did Y/N.
For months they traveled searching for a way to find out more about magic, finding quite little until they discovered some old scrolls, teaching them small spells and the history of magic. It spoke of cosmic beings and how as time went on more and more people were chosen for these divine roles that became more necessary as the population of humans grew and grew. It spoke of people who made great sacrifices and were in reward given an important job and an immortal life. They were both fascinated by these beings, wondering how many there were and what each job entailed.
They continued to learn, their knowledge growing exponentially aswell as their love for each other. As it drew on to be almost a year after they had first escaped and the missing posters of them spread and spread they started to grow more fearful they would be found, that their new life of freedom and love would be over far too soon. What made it all the worse was that they had started seeing wanted posters too, not just asking for them to return home as they missed them but ones that spoke of anger and violence.
Their fears had turned out true as one day they ventured out to a market local to where they had been staying for awhile. They moved around every few months but this town had been safe so far, very few wanted posters and they had been careful to cover their faces as much as possible when in public aswell as removing any posters they spotted. It was unlikely they would be in any danger here, atleast that's what they had thought. But when a man had spotted them and tried to grab Rio they were proved wrong.
Y/N had retaliated by blasting some of her magic towards the man. It had freed Rio but now they had a whole new problem, everyone in town watched as the man stumbled back in pain, yelling witch to everyone in town. Y/N ran to Rio, helping her up as she had been harshly thrust to the ground by the man as he was attacked.
They both looked up to see countless angry faces closing in, people were fast to change their views on people the second they realised they were different from themselves. Rio looked to Y/N, wordlessly making a plan. They quickly grabbed each others hands and started to sprint as Rio sent out a burst of powers towards the angry citizens in an attempt to keep them back.
Y/N cursed the layout of the town, the market being in the centre made it difficult to escape to the forest. If they could make it there they would likely be able to escape the angry mob that was currently chasing them. As they turned another corner hand in hand their eyes simultaneously widened as they saw some gaurds approaching them on the other side of the street. How had they gotten there that fast? It had been only a matter of minutes since the man had recognised them and the small towns garrison had already been summoned. They turned back around but saw the villagers from before catching back up, the blast of powers not being enough to stop them, if anything it only fueled their anger. "What do we do?" Y/N turned to Rio, fear in her eyes.
She looked back at her lover with pity and a look of hopelessness, she didn't know what to do. They couldn't run anymore, she had saved her from her family but she couldn't save her now. "I don't know." Rio spoke defeated. "I don't know hun. I'm so sorry." She said again quieter with tears welling in her eyes.
"It's not your fault." Y/N said quietly, leaning her forehead against hers. The fact that they hadn't been caught already was outstanding, but she could hear the heavy footsteps as the towns small army rushed before them, she had to do something fast. "I love you." She spoke before turning towards the army, putting all of her energy into her powers bursting out all around her. It created a huge blast knocking down everyone who had been chasing them. Rio started to smile seeing that they now had a way to escape, her relief was quick lived though as she saw Y/N fall to her knees only moments later.
"What's wrong? Y/N what happend?" Rio shouted as she dropped to her knees herself to grab Y/N by her shoulders. She didn't understand what happened, she was fine a moment ago and no one had got close enough to hurt her before she struck them down.
When she looked at Y/N's face she saw how pale she had suddenly grown, all of the life and colour practically sucked out of her. Putting a hand to Y/N's chest she felt how subtle her breaths were, she knew she didn't have long left. It was all happening so quickly, only an hour ago they were living their best lives and now Rio didn't know if she could live on. Y/N had always been there for her. When she lost her parents Y/N was there to help her through the pain, when she had told her she wanted to learn magic Y/N was right there with her too, when everyone was against them they always had each other, so how could she manage without her?
She didn't think she could, if Y/N wasn't with her than there was no point in her fighting back, instead she just sat there cradling Y/N's body in her arms as she felt her heart beat slowly die out. The world grew darker around her as Rio still sat there with tears in her eyes clutching Y/N's lifeless body like her life depended on it. It took her awhile to actually notice the slow change of her surroundings, so caught up in her grief she barely looked up but when she finally did her eyes widened in shock. It had barely been midday when they had left and it was now it was almost pitch black, Rio knew this wasn't natural.
"Hello?" She called out unsure, a raspiness evident in her voice from her crying.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, Rio snapped her head back trying to work out who it was, gasping when she saw. There Y/N stood with a soft smile on her face. Her lifeless body still laid limp in Rios arms but here she was standing next to Rio. "How?" She whispered, looking up to her lover.
Before Y/N even had a chance to try answer a voice echoed from all around them. "You've been chosen."
They both had similar looks of confusion on their faces, what was this and what did they mean?
"You have both shown immense acts of self sacrifice and devotion. You're individual journeys will reflect in your new roles. You will be tasked with a job of great importance and in return you will be granted immortal lives and indestructible bodies aswell as cosmic amounts of power, if you accept these roles of course."
They both looked at each other in surprise, they hadn't expected anything like this to come after death. They hadn't known what the afterlife would be like if there even was one but even in all the different believes and expectations they had heard from others there were never any stories of anything like this happening. But now they were faced with an ultimatum, to take on these roles or, well they didn't really know what would happen if they didn't. Head into the unknown and hope for the best, that's all they could guess.
"What are the roles, what would we have to do?" Y/N asked curiously, looking around as she still didn't know exactly where the voice was coming from.
"For you, Y/N you would be the embodiment of love. A guide to all forms of love and passion to mankind, you would inspire all people to fight for you love just as you did. Your whole life you have fought for love with every inch of your being, it being your drive for everything you did and even your reason for sacrifice. And for you Rio, you would guide souls to the next realm. Your resilience in life even when faced with other people's death and your ability to persevere to get what you want Is incomparable. You have shown that you know what it truly means to be alive and by proxy understand death, there is no better person to to help souls cross plains then you."
Rio and Y/N both listened quietly, they had no way to respond to this, they never knew their drives had meant that much,that anything in their life had this much influence in the grand scheme of things. But they would never refuse such an offer, not just to be able to stay together forever but to help people so much. Both witches jobs were incredibly different yet equally as important and interwoven. So with one last glance to each other they nodded and shared a smile, wordlessly agreeing to the terms and with a bright flash of light they felt the change as they stepped into this new era of their lives.
A/N: please let me know if you'd like this to be a mini series. Hope you enjoyed!
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witchygirlgray333 · 1 year ago
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Some topics + prompts for your grimoire or book of shadows
books you want to read
local folklore / mythology / legends
the wheel of the year
plants you have in your house or garden (their care, properties, uses, draw them etc)
theban alphabet
days of the week and their correspondences
write about a deity you worship / are drawn to
draw art for / of a deity you worship or are drawn to
colour magic
the elements
write about the crystals you own (draw them, write their properties, correspondences, uses, how it makes you feel etc)
how to make your own crystals
your birth chart
your sun, moon and rising sign
natural medicine (as a chronically ill witch I love natural medicine NOT AS A SUBSTITUTE FOR PRESCRIPTIONS! for example I take all my prescription meds and then if I'm having period pain I might drink some raspberry leaf tea)
positive affirmations / mantras that you connect with
how to manifest
history of witches
deities in a certain pantheon you're interested in or drawn to
write about a spell you've done (how you did it, why you did it, how you felt, the results of it, what you would change if you did the spell again etc)
chakras
write about a dream you've had
tarot reading tricks and tips
moon phases
sabbats
zodiac signs
family tree
poetry / songs / quotes you connect to (i like to find ones that make me feel powerful or witchy, or remind me of certain aspects of my practice. a song i like for this is rhiannon by fleetwood mac and i'm going to post more things like this regularly on my page)
feathers and their meanings
simple everyday magic
recipes
some ideas for the next sabbat you plan to celebrate
tarot spreads you like
write about a tarot reading you've done (any prep you did, the deck you used, the cards you pulled, your personal interpretation of the cards based on the art and how you feel, the meaning of the cards, how the cards relate to the questions you asked, final reflection on how you feel the reading went)
interesting mythology
tree of life
glamour magic
money bowls
crystal shapes and their meanings
grounding techniques
cleansing
protection
banishing
cord cutting spells
essential oils
types of divination
planets and their correspondences
angel numbers
witchy wishlist
go to supplies and ingredients (herbs and things that you use regularly)
favourite crystals
working with your inner child
if you've had a really good or particularly insightful meditation session it can be nice to either draw or write what happened and how you felt during it
witchy arts and crafts and diys you want to do
altar ideas
read a witchy book / watch a witchy video and take notes
write about your ancestors
witchy things to incorporate into your daily routine
what is a tower moment
witchy reset / self care days
the history of the area you live in
veiling
how to make your own incense sticks
shadow work
shadow work prompts
ok, that's all the ideas I have for now and I hope that helps someone! I'll be posting some pages from my grimoire and some more prompt / topic ideas in the near future which I'm really excited for.
P.S. please remember that everyone's practice is their own and you should do what feels right to you while respecting that other people have their own beliefs (as long as they're not hateful).
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vachon-children · 26 days ago
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No need. I already know.
i'm assuming you don't care about billy at all anymore but you're also the last person who would so.
he's currently asking that priest to exorcise him and he's about to do it. so.
*sighs*
i'll ask my brother for a favor.
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lotties-ashwagandha · 6 days ago
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SPELLBOUND
agatha harkness x fem!reader, referenced agatha x rio and reader x rio
NSFW! after meeting at a bar, you and agatha unwittingly use one other to get over the same woman. part 1/2. post spell thingy agatha idk. side note flirty anything is so hard the autism really kicked in im sorry!!! 1.7k words.
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You take a seat at the bar. You squint against the harshness of the white lights behind the shelved alcohol in the back and the stool you’ve taken is too hard and too tall, but anything is better than going back to an empty house.
It wasn’t that you had been living together — Death doesn’t sleep, and any nights you did spend at her side were restless. Yet you could always feel her lingering, omnipresent even in the most menial of tasks you attended to — in your garden in the fresh breath of an early morning, cooking dinner in the evening.
She would stop by more often than not. She would appear, out of thin air and to your utter bliss. Rio would stay by your side for hours if she pleased, minutes, days, whatever she had the time for. Commitment is a heavy chain to put on Death. You were always left wanting for more. It’s part of the reason you called things off between you, the sporadic nature of her visits and your attachment to them.
You take a breath. You try to ignore the continued glare of the lights and the creaking of the old wooden floor as someone else joins you at the bar a few seats away.
The bartender steals your attention. You order a drink, one of many to come, before sparing a glance at your new drinking companion. Irritation burns in your chest, you hadn’t come for company and when you had arrived at the bar it had been nearly empty.
As soon as you see her you wish to get up and leave. Agatha Harkness sits at the bar, patiently waiting for her own drink. She looks the same as always, since the last time you met her centuries ago — dark hair splayed down her back, her dark faded blue coat and dress pants. Yet she looks more pensive this time. She gazes around the bar in careful scrutiny, she does not seem like she is here simply for a drink. It is like she is trying to remember.
The bartender slides over your drink. You take a greedy sip, finding the bottom of the glass will solve every one of your problems.
When you turn again to survey Agatha, you’re startled to find her watching you. You avert your gaze, but she is not so courteous. You hear the scraping of the stool’s legs against the floor as she gets up from her seat to come stand at your side.
She looks down on you with steely eyes. You try to match her force in your own.
“We’ve met before,” she starts — though for all of her sureness, her tone rings with question. She shakes her head at her own disoriented state, regains her composure, and tests the words again. “We’ve met before, haven’t we?”
When you introduce yourself to her you are pleased to find that though you are well-versed in her history, she knows next to nothing of yours. She doesn’t recall you as a witch from her time or any other, it is refreshing to start off on a clean slate with someone of your same status — you barely ever get that opportunity. All witches are invariably connected.
Agatha sits down next to you and orders a drink of her own. Intently she studies you again. “What are you doing in a place like this?”
Your brows furrow at her wording. She speaks of you in such high regard, like it’s a crime to find you in a local bar.
You take a breath to speak and then release it — what are you to tell her? That of all the reasons one might find oneself at a bar in the afternoon, yours is a breakup with Death? It doesn’t suffice. You stay silent.
“Oh,” Agatha smiles, taunting your lack of explanation. “I see… Who is it?”
“Who is it?”
She shakes her head. “You’re not here drinking away a breakup?”
You try to redirect the conversation. “What are you doing here?”
She looks away and gives a moody, childish shrug. You can read it in her features, that same desperate misery that has possessed you all week. You don’t need to ask again to know she’s here for the same reasons you are.
“Your ex, what is she like?” You ask. “Or he… I didn’t mean to assume.”
“No,” Agatha shakes her head. She contemplates a response carefully, though when she speaks her tone is playful. “I hadn’t seen her in years, but she threatened me at knifepoint yesterday.”
You mirror her unseriousness. “Fun. Mine is the embodiment of Death.”
She smiles, but something of recognition flashes in her eyes and she tenses ever so slightly. The mannerisms are gone before you can read too much into them. Agatha takes a sip of her drink.
The conversation flows easily between you after that. You hadn’t been in the mood for anyone’s company, but it becomes easy to enjoy Agatha’s presence as the two of you find common ground in bashing your exes. The heady intoxication of the alcohol is well in your system by now too, and you can tell in her newfound nonchalance that it is affecting Agatha. You stay with her until the sun has set and your sorrow has dissipated and been replaced with her, the easy humor she uses on you and the charm that has landed her hand a place on your thigh. You want to be consumed by her, to forget.
You want to forget about Rio. You want it so dearly that you hardly think before kissing Agatha as she’s mid-sentence, you don’t care that you are in public kissing her desperately as the night drags on and more patrons come eagerly for drinks.
“Come home with me,” Agatha murmurs when you find it in yourself to pull away.
She pays for the cab that takes you home to her house, a quaint suburban home you would be more apt to examine if you weren’t pushed against the front door as soon as you shut it behind you. Your back presses into it painfully, yet you are apathetic to it – Agatha’s lips on yours, her tongue in your mouth when you moan against her, her hands sliding under the waistband of your pants grabbing greedily at any new skin she can get access to – you are blinded by her.
She touches you and for a fleeting moment her hands are Rio’s — rougher, more familiar, drawing out the familiar ache in you that diminishes any hope in this life that doesn’t revolve around her. She is in the air you gasp for with every shaking breath, in the soft trace of perfume lingering on her neck.
It’s Agatha’s bedroom you are pulled into though, and Agatha’s voice that commands you onto the bed. It’s Agatha’s hands that pull off your clothes, Agatha that straddles you — it is Agatha you pull down to kiss you, and you start to think it feels so good to have her above you because it’s not Rio. There is no room for heartbreak, no room for anything but the feeling of Agatha kissing down your body, nipping at the tender skin of your thighs.
She bites down hard, you suck in a breath and look down at her, watch as she soothes your new bite mark with her tongue. Her nails rake over your thighs impatiently, and when you meet her eyes you witness the pureness of her admiration as she looks up at you from between your legs. She doesn’t have to say it: you look beautiful like this, I wish I had met you sooner, I wish our exes knew we were fucking other women for the hell of it.
She does anyway. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her voice raw. One of her hands ghosts over your clit and with a sharp gasp you jolt in response. “I’ve wanted this since I saw you at the bar. Who would ever fucking leave you?”
The words weigh heavily on you, and Rio is forgotten. You want to live in the lightness of Agatha’s reverence, breathe it in and let it sustain you. You feel it in her urgency when her lips latch onto your clit. The still-potent alcohol running through your system heightens the sensation, and a needy whine escapes you with every deliberate, tantalizing lick she graces you with.
Your hand weaves into her hair, pulling softly in a plea for more. Every flick of her tongue is maddening, euphoria washing over you when without warning she slides two fingers into you, curling them in a way that has you seeing stars. Your grip on her tightens, back arching against the bed as you’re wracked with the intensity.
Her fingers pump deeper into you, and though it feels like she has barely touched you you can sense the edge of your orgasm nearing quickly. Agatha moans against your clit, looking up at you just as desperate for you to cum as you are.
“Look at me,” she separates from you to speak as quickly as she can before going back to you. “I want your eyes on me when you cum.”
You meet her gaze, and with another pump of her fingers you’re gone — release crashes over you, your body is trembling beneath her as she works you through it, drawing every bit of pleasure she can from you until you are a gasping mess. You sink further into the mattress, your body is heavy and tired and free.
Agatha climbs back up your body to kiss you. You don’t know who she’s picturing when she does, but the vision of Rio on top of you still plagues you and you still suspect the only way to rid yourself of it is in the arms of another.
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