#so anyways. nice tips would be cool. i think i'll be okay eventually but this was rough)

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

im so grateful for all you of btw

[hislittleraincloud]

Audio Teaser.

Read Satisfying Afterburn on AO3

Valentine Special: To the Letter (Explicit, Tumblr-only erotic letter from ABW to Donovan dated 2/14/23)

Read Under Virgin Circumstances (Miller's Girl Chapter 1) here + Read the whole thing on AO3

Under Virgin Circumstances Soundtrack (+ bonus Cairo narration from UVC) (Age Restricted bc of her narration at the beginning)

UVC Short Audio Play: "If You Asked Me To/Where You Want to Be" (Scene from Chapter 1, + 30 seconds of Project Drop Down)

Afterburn Extras: Soundtracks

Satisfying Afterburn: The Soundtrack

Satisfying Afterburn: The Birthday Soundtrack

"Bonded" (AB Wednesday sings Bond themes)

Gates Mansion Secrets Soundtrack (feat. Nine Inch Nails and the Lords of Acid)

Afterburn Extras: Audio Plays

Excerpts from Satisfying Afterburn utilizing AI audio programming

"The Kiss" (Chapter 3) MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

"The Truce" (Chapter 4) T16+ AUDIENCES

"Daddy" (Birthday Drive, short)

"It's Going to Be Okay" (Chapter 7) T16+ AUDIENCES (language warning only)

"Winter 2023" (AB Wednesday sings Tori Amos + Scene Chapter 7 Part 2) T16+ AUDIENCES

Afterburn Extras: Moments

Moments from Satisfying Afterburn in comic form (some day it will be coherent and complete)

"How It All Began" (Chapter 1)

"Misbehaving" (Chapter 5)

"Nice to Meet You, Mr. Serious" (Chapter 6 Part 1)

"May the Gods Be All Damned" (Chapter 6 Part 2)

Netflix Canon Corrections:

When I see something blatantly wrong in Wednesday fic that isn't labeled AU

Wednesday's birthday is not in mid-October, it's in mid-November/She MUST be a Scorpio, not a Libra (scroll down the post to my reblog text)

Sunlight is not dangerous for Yoko

Writing Tips/Advice/Misc.:

I'll probably want to expand on the languages thing but right now I'm busy

Gomezifying Wednesday: French Pet Names

Wednesday is Gothic Horror, Not Horror

Short bio under the cut! 🫠✨

Short Bio:

Me: I'm old af and probably one of the oldest writers in this fandom. I could probably guarantee it, given the amount of uhm..."young" writing I see all over this place. (ETA 9/24: I was born in the 1970s.)

I'm a 🏳️‍⚧️ man (AFAB), and my mustache is probably older than you are. 🫠

I'm a pervert, obviously. I don't care what anyone thinks of me or my ships.

I like donuts and Cool Blue Gatorade...I might as well be a cop. 🤦🏽‍♂��

I like older men and younger women. But these days, mostly older men/greying men (Daddies...real ones, not the 35 year old 'daddies' that the teacher crush community swoons over). The young ones drove me to literal insanity, and I take PTSD medications because of one, but the one before that...was everything and nothing 🫧🫠🫧

My OTP is Wednesday x Donovan. No matter how much I will pair her with others in other series/branches of my writing (and I will, eventually), Wenovan will always have that #1 spot. ETA: Because of my unwanted muse (REALLY! I DON'T THINK SHE'S ALL THAT! She was fucking mediocre as fuck in her last two movies where she tried to play a grown up...and she ain't gonna be looking any more grown up for the next 15 years no matter what she does to her face, so she better buckle in on playing 'the girlfriend' or non-leading lady for at least that amount of time) my other OTP is Jonathan Miller/Cairo Sweet. Fuck Jade B. I hate the compromises you made. NEVER MAKE ANY COMPROMISES WHEN IT COMES TO THAT KIND OF SEX OR VILLAINY.

ETA 9/2024: My NOTP in Wednesday is Wyler. I would rather pair her with Joseph Crackstone's reanimated corpse than pair her with Tyler. 🤢 I prefer Tyler with Laurel anyway...because Laurel Gates is hot, and with her he can be the outcast hating bigot he's always been. They can hate crime together! LOL Edit: I still hate Wyler, however the little Wenclairs who have permanent ship goggles on have made me start to hate that ship more. Good job, Wenclairs. You have me defending a fucking outcast-hating bigot's 'relationship' (🤢) with Wednesday.

Other ships that pique my interest: Gatesmonster, Wenjax (Coldstone), Biancaday, Enjax, Honeywolf (Eugenid), Kent/Ajax...basically some rarer pairs that get ignored bc people here are too busy drooling over Ortega to be able to think more creatively. Wavier and Wenclair under the right conditions.

Mejia's bastardization of Wednesday Season 1 canon is not canon. Fight me and lose.

TEASER

Satisfying Afterburn, Chapters 6 through 8 Teaser

[kissbentennyson]

I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration�� But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

-

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

-

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

[yourlocalauthor]

What Comes Around Goes Around

Chapter Two: Coincidence?

Pairing: Topper x OC (eventually?)

Warnings for this chapter: Cursing, stalkerish behavior and I believe thats it?

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: Here’s chapter two! A little boring but I swear I’m building up.

Jo stared at the name flashing across her screen, her face riddled with confusion, and an uneasy feeling bubbling inside, even after her phone went dark. What was his deal? First he storms off, and then he just adds her on snap? Typical Kook mentality being an ass and then expecting forgiveness. He had some audacity, two years of shitty treatment, and just because he helped Sarah and John B, and gave them a ride, he thought he could just what? Be all buddy buddy?

“Jo, who was it?” Elle repeated shaking her friend to get Jo out of her trance.

Jo placed her phone on her nightstand, shaking her head. “No one important, go to sleep you two I don’t want you waking up at noon.”

“Yes Mom,” Jess groaned half asleep. All three girls began laughing, as they settled down into some much needed rest.

*RING RING RING*

Jo’s hand instinctively reached for her phone, hitting it until the alarm stopped. Her head pounded and she felt even worse than last night. With a groan she peeled her bed sheets off, and managed to successfully make herself get up. Fishing through her closet which was basically just shorts and bikinis. She hardly ever wore a shirt, there was just no need to when she had her bikini top on. Instead she chose to keep a few in her car, just in case she’d actually need it. She walked over to the bathroom taking a quick shower to wash off yesterday’s party. She came out of the bathroom, dressed, cleaner, and not as groggy. She made her way into the kitchen making herself a light breakfast of yogurt and granola and making her secret hangover cure. The recipe came from her mom’s boyfriend, Justin. It was a long story but basically he let her and Elle crash at his place, after one of the first parties they went to. The morning after Jo woke up with what was probably the worst hangover of her life, and he gave her the recipe.

Jo ate quickly and left the pitcher in the fridge, leaving a note for Jess and Elle and walked outside taking in the morning. It was cool, with a warm breeze, Jo’s favorite type of morning. She loaded up her gear into her truck, shutting the back a bit harder than she meant to, scaring some birds.

“Oops,”

She slipped into her truck, starting it up fast and reversing out of her driveway. She loved getting to the beach as soon as possible, before any tourists or locals were there to crowd up the parking lot, and the beach. Plus it was nice being out there alone, having her mind clear, just her, the waves, and whatever lay beneath them. The water was beautiful in the morning, the sea salt smell and cold water was the perfect way to wake her. Typically she never went alone, but with no one seeing JJ in weeks, Kiara stuck with her mom, and Heyward not letting Pope go anywhere it was pretty much her only choice. Not that she blamed any of them… they all had other things to do and things just weren’t the same. Jo turned on her radio, the sound of Ryn Weaver’s ‘Pierre’ filling her car. She pulled into the parking lot as the song finished, greeting Snappy, the toll collector, and one of Jo’s favorite people on the island. He was a fifty year old, slightly pudgy Asian man who’d been working the toll booth since forever. His name wasn’t actually Snappy, everyone just called him that because when he had just started working the booth at 19 he saved a bunch of tourists from a snapping turtle that was stopping them from getting to the beach. It cost him his pinky finger, and gave him this gnarly scar in the words of John B on his hand. John B was actually the one to tell her the story the first time he took her to this beach. Smiling sadly at the thought of her friend, Jo pushed the gas rolling forward as the gate lifted.

“Be safe Jo, the waves look a little stronger today.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine Snappy take care.”

“I never doubted, just part of my duty to warn you. Ooh and tell your mother I said hello.”

“Will do,”

She shouted as she pulled into the nearest parking spot, laughing. Snappy was truly the best, and always let her in no matter what. Plus he was one of the few adults that didn’t seem to be bothered when she and John B and everyone else came around. At least when they used to...

Jo hopped out of her car, unloading her board and her bag, the salty air filling her lungs again. She made her way down the wooden path, of course being the first one at the beach. The beach was beautiful being the only one, not a blanket, tent, or umbrella in sight, perfection. Jo kicked off her shoes, letting her toes wiggle in the sand, setting down her bag with a dull thud on the sand. She stripped herself of her clothes, standing in her black bikini soaking in the early morning sun. She stretched out like a cat, smiling before sprinting with her board to the water. Met with warm water, setting her board down Jo began paddling out. Once she was out far enough, she stopped waiting for the perfect wave.

It was a ritual, Jo lived by the idea that the first wave would determine how good her surf would be. She would always try and wait for which wave felt right in her bones to be first, something JJ and Pope would tease her all the time for. Smiling fondly Jo readjusted her focus, trying to feel the energy of the waves. The feeling of the water rocking her, soothing her. She took a deep breath watching, until she spotted it. To the left of her, a wave had begun to form and she knew it in her bones it was perfect. She paddled over to it, and managed to catch it just in time. Pushing herself up and taking in the beauty of the moment. She was right, this was the perfect wave. She looked across at the beach, and was surprised to see a figure heading to the water. Not many people came here early in the morning, even if so they typically weren’t alone. Said person was nearing, and as they entered the water she was quick to recognize the frosted tips. Topper… Her mind thought about last night and the snap request. It was just a coincidence right? This was a popular surf spot… on the cut. But it was probably just a coincidence. She shook the thoughts from her head trying to regain focus on herself and the board. But no matter how hard she’d try to refocus, she kept glancing over at him. Her lack of focus was getting to her, she felt herself wobble and was desperately trying to regain her balance, but it was no use. She felt herself slipping and soon she plunged into the water with a loud splash. She wiped out hard, her whole backside stinging from the impact. And just as quick as she had been sucked in below, she felt two arms scooping her out. She flailed around knowing exactly whose arms were wrapped around her, sending a pit to her stomach. But the salty air began filling her lungs again instead of the salt water, no matter how badly she wished she’d be left alone. She coughed and sputtered looking up at the figure holding her. There stood Topper, holding her bikini clad body like some hero. God this was so much worse than a nightmare

“Jo are you-“

“I’m fine,” she said with a small cough, already wiggling out of his grip.

“I just watched you-“

“I said I’m fine,” She snapped, pushing him away from her. “I was just leaving anyway.” She unhooked herself from her board, and grabbed it walking as far away from him as possible.

“If you think I’m just going to let you storm off like that after a nasty wipeout you’re cra-“

“I’m what?” She said whipping around, almost hitting him with her board. “Crazy for thinking you’d leave me alone because I asked? Or do you want me to suck you off as an award?”

Topper looked stunned for a moment, mouth agape and all. “What? No, I just thought you needed-“

“What I need is for you to leave me alone,” She interjected, looking at him with fire in her eyes. “Look I’m thankful for what you did last night, but let’s just go back to before.”  She looked up at him waiting for a response, but he just stood there mouth open like an idiot. Jo scoffed turning back towards the beach, and just when her feet were about to hit the dry sand, Topper called out to her.

“Jo-“

She ignored him, marching herself to her stuff, collecting her shoes and bag and walked back up to her truck. When she pulled up to Snappy, he was quite shocked she was leaving so soon.

“Everything alright Jo? Did that blonde boy do anything?”

Shaking her head, Jo reassured the man not wanting him to worry.  “No Snappy, it’s fine. Have a nice day. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“Okay… Just if anything happened, if you’d want I can have him banned from this beach.”

“You guys can ban people?”

“No, but he doesn’t know that.” A smile tugged at his lips, as he hit the button letting the gate up for her.

“Thanks for the offer Snappy, but I’m fine thank you.” She rolled forward pulling out of the parking lot, the sound of Flo Milli’s ‘Not Friendly’ playing in the background.

It had only been a week since the beach incident, and Jo could not stop seeing Topper. He was practically everywhere, at the hotel when Jo would go visit her mother, or walking out after hooking up with a tourist, the beach when she was working, the country club when she was picking Justin up after work, and even The Wreck. Everywhere she was, somehow he always managed to be there. The last straw was when she was at the mini mart. She was picking up some food for herself after her surf, and when she shut the fridge and when she turned around, she ran into him, literally.

“Fuck,” Jo said as everything in her hands dropped, including the glass bottle of lemonade that now was shattered and around her feet. Topper was quick to get on his knees and help but there wasn’t much he could do.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for it… All of it, I seriously didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine,”. She said, kneeling down and collecting her bag of chips and granola bar.

“I’m serious I can pay for it,”

“That was never a doubt in my mind,” She said quietly, already turning around to leave.

“What?”

“Nothing, just can you stop stalking me?”

“I’m not-“

“Right so we’ve just happened to be in the same place all week? Look stalker or not, they have restaurants and mini marts on the figure eight, there’s no need for you to be around.” The two stood there in awkward silence, Jo waiting for him to speak and Topper waiting for who knows what. And just as she turned away, he spoke.

“Look Jo, I’m sorry…. For everything, and I just…. I don’t know.”

“Of course you don't,” Jo scoffed, finally walking away to the front counter. She paid, and walked out to her truck. Topper had some nerve, who was he to just try and apologize after everything? Like he and his buddies didn’t torment her and her friends for the last two years? Men had some fucking audacity that was for sure.

[broomclosetwitchbitch]

How I practice in secret

I am 19, but I still live with my parents therefore must hide my craft as my parents are very religious Catholics and would definitely think very differently of me if they found out about my craft

So anyway heres how I keep everything and set up spellwork in a way that is not weird to anyone

This is a shoebox I found in my basement. It contains everything for my craft, as well as all the bags, boxes, and flyers from the metaphysical stores I've been to (I'll dispose of those eventually, I just havent gotten around to it yet. At some point when my parents arent home I'll just drive them out to a gas station or something). I keep this shoebox under my bed or in my closet, just anywhere out of sight. This is an easier way to hide things like my pendulum and my athame, which are hard to simply explain away if my parents were to find them. Things like the few crystals I have could be explained by the fact that they're pretty, or my best friend is a geology major, so I could just say he gave them to me after getting them from his geology prof or something.

On that note, if you live in a small town or are too young to / cant drive (or dont have your own car), unfortunately you're probably not gonna be able to get things like a fancy pendulum or athame, or even crystals, as you may not have a metaphysical shop (and you cant order online for obvious reasons) or you cant drive yourself to one. Im very blessed in the fact that I got into witchcraft well after getting a car and a driver's license, and I live in a large city. This is okay, remember you can very easily make a lot of stuff (I used a necklace as a pendulum for a long time) and witchcraft is about intent and energy, not stuff. You can use your finger to cast a circle, you don't need an athame. Speaking of casting circles, let's get into my DIY really homemade setup for casting circles and doing spellwork.

This is how I set it up every time. This is a random patch of carpet in the corner of my bedroom. It is very small and very not circular but it's what I've got

North- earth. This is a cool lookin rock I found in my front yard. Traditionally salt is used to represent earth, but that's hard to store and clean up. A rock isnt.

East- air. This is the only permanent installation in this circle. This is an essential oil diffuser. This is super easy to hide in plain sight, as aromatherapy is good for a variety of things. I use sage and lavender in my spellwork all the time, because I can justify buying the essential oils (sage helps with anxiety and lavender with insomnia, both of which I suffer from). I use the steam coming out of it to represent air, in place of incense or burning sage.

South- fire. This is a scented candle my friend gave me last Christmas. I keep it on a shelf most of the time, and move it to my floor and light it for rituals. My parents dont pay attention to how often its lit or anything, and a scented candle is a pretty normal thing for someone to have

West- water. This is a glass of water. I sincerely hope you can justify having a glass of water.

Inside the circle, for spellwork, we have

My athame. Again, hard to justify. Fortunately, I got a simple one, so worst case if my parents were to find it I could say I got it when I was at school for self defense or something. It could be justified as a weird looking pocket knife.

A lighter. I bought this for $1.50 at 7-11. It's not super hard to justify, one could have a lighter for a ton of reasons, they're pretty practical to own

Sage essential oil. Literally the biggest tip I can give broom closet witches is to get into essential oils, cause it's a super easy way to have weirder herbs and stuff, and it can be justified because it "smells nice" or if you're like me and struggle with mental health, aromatherapy helps that. I literally get my mom to buy me essential oils because they help with depression, anxiety, and insomnia

Obviously if I had anything specific for spellwork I'd have it in there, but this is pretty general. I dont do a ton of spellwork beyond incantations, cause I dont have anything, but I'll commonly have my pendulum, or another candle i use.

To hide this from my parents, I make sure to do it when I know they are at work (so gone for an extended period of time) or late at night after they're asleep. If I do it at night, I either whisper everything or I just think it

Blessed be ❤ 🔮🌙🧹