#we don’t spell it magick in this house

[witchyshit123]

Not my best but definitely my favorite herb! All of these are from my own experience working with and growing so it will be different for you!

[delusionalisted]

“Low Spoon” witchcraft doesn’t exist.

This is a post for all my disabled siblings. (But it applies to broke or low-income siblings as well.)

By the way, you heard me. What does exist is capitalism, consumerism and scarcity, all things that don’t belong to witchcraft. Witches in the past were mostly poor, unprivileged and unhealthy individuals with just one skill: knowledge. Yes, for today’s americentric standards they’d have been called “low-spoons practitioners”.

No fancy candles? No cauldron? Just one heavily used tarot deck?

Yes, no fancy candles Susan, you can keep those paraffin toxins to yourself.

Cauldron, Deborah? I have no money to waste for your pinterest aesthetics. We cook in this house, I can simply use a kitchen pot.

Mais oui Elizabeth, just one old tarot deck. It’s used my dear Elizabeth, you know… that’s something that happens when you actually use… tarot instead of purchasing 15 decks, then ending up using just one or two of them and leaving the other 13 to collect dust and resentment towards you.

*Sigh*

This is all to say, witchcraft doesn’t need a 9-steps process to be achieved. Calling it “low-spoons” practice just means “high spoons” practice is the norm. It is not. Most importantly, it never was. You don’t need 30 specific crystals to perform a spell, you don’t even need one most of the times.

— Addition: If you fit into the “Low Spoons” type of witch and you noticed that your spells or rituals don’t work, then let me share one of the possible reasons why they fail: you followed a “low spoons” recipe or spell preparation, consciously or unconsciously gave the title “too much power” (your subconscious registered your spell as something lesser than a proper ceremony) and any energy that you and the ingredients released just plopped like a pudding on the floor.

Branding something as “lesser” in spirituality can lead to two results: failure or high delays. Yes, the herbs you use still have, nourish and release power, but without YOUR faith, their power alone can do so much; in most cases, your subconscious skepticism rejects your desired manifestation leading to a delayed or completely failed magickal attempt.

[winterweary]

Day 6 - 9 Days of Solomon

Day 6 - Snow

Solomon...I want to kiss you in the snow.

SFW Fluff Gender Neutral reader.

“Never?”

“Never,” Solomon laughed at the incredulous look on your face, “Am I truly missing out on such an important experience? I’ve had snowball fights, and we’ve made snowdevils with the brothers…”

“Well, sure, but snow forts are totally different,” you scoff, leaning back in your chair. You tap your pencil on Solomon’s desk, where you’ve set up your studying materials and he’s scrawling out a new spell idea. Decisively you put it down and flick your textbook shut, standing as Solomon watches you with amusement.

“Come on, go get your snow gear!” you order, clapping your hands.

“Oh? Right now?” Solomon raised his eyebrows but obediently closed his own tome, following you to the front closet of Cocytus Hall.

“In the human world, we usually would wait for a snowplow to make a big pile,” you chatter happily as you step into the snow pants you’d purchased on your last trip to town, “But I suppose we’ll have to use magic. Only a little though! Otherwise it’s cheating.”

“Ahh, yes, we wouldn’t want to cheat at snow fort building,” Solomon hummed gravely, and you swatted at him with your mittens, sensing the tease behind his act. He laughed and finished dressing himself for the cold, gesturing you to the lead the way out the front door.

The snow storm that had prompted your conversation was waning, fresh, heavy snow coating everything in an unblemished blanket of white. Solomon gives a sigh beside you, and you have to agree with his unspoken admiration of the beauty.

BUT! You weren’t here to admire it. You were here to get to work.

“Okay let’s see…we can shove right up against this wall here,” you instruct, studying the stone wall that encircled Cocytus Hall’s courtyard. Solomon held his tongue, heart giving a happy pang at how serious you were taking things. But it was rare that you got to teach him something, instead of the other way around, and you wanted to do it right!

Together, you magicked a large pile of snow to heap against the wall. You grabbed the snow shovels that had been sitting propped against the house and together you got to work, burrowing a hole into the base. Soon you had to abandon the shovels, wiggling into the tight space to use your hands and burrow, slowly increasing the space. You were frequently scolding Solomon to take things more seriously, trying to frown through laughter as he sprinkled snow on the back of your warm neck and demanded kisses as rewards for particularly good work. He did however refrain from using magic like you’d asked, something that did not go unnoticed by you.

After a while you both fell silent, working together until there was a nice little space. It wasn’t much, but you both could lay down on your backs beside one another, cast in the dark blue glow of the snow around you. Solomon had shed his hat and his hair was damp against his brow, and you were pulling wet mittens from your hands. The snow dulled the sounds from outside, making it seem like you were both sheltered from the whole world.

“We did it,” you declared after you’d caught your breath, giving a small laugh, “You know, I have to admit that snow forts seemed a bit more grand when I was smaller.”

“It’s a little snug,” Solomon admitted with a sideways grin, “But I don’t mind.” He pulled off his own glove and found your hand, squeezing it. You glanced over to him, finding his eyes tracing lazily over the dips and valleys of the tiny oasis you’d created together before finding yours.

“In fact,” he went on, smile widening, “I think there’s just enough room.”

“Oh? For what?” you ask, though you had a guess. Solomon rolled to lay over you, giving you a deep, slow kiss.

“For this,” he murmured against your lips, and you squeezed your arms around the bulk of his winter gear.

Yep. Plenty of room for this.

[manicfoxmagick]

Chaote Tips #3

Get creative with your spell work and look towards the items you have laying around the house for inspiration. I once did a very successful working for luck by writing a letter of intent and mailing it to myself, the idea being it would activate when I opened it. Chaos magick has a strong emphasis on a DIY approach, and you can turn common household items into workings with just a little imagination. A few weeks ago I used an old pill bottle as the container for a spell jar.

On the other hand, don’t be so quick to dismiss traditional methods either as they can be just as powerful.

At the end of the day, what makes a spell powerful is how much you vibe and connect with it. If you hate the process, well you’re probably not going to see the success.

Develop you own correspondences. It’s useful to have tables and charts with the traditional values of herbs, crystals, colors, or whatever, and that can serve as an excellent starting point. However, those associations were once assigned to that specific item by another practitioner who was also just going off their intuition. These associations have power because we give it to them through belief. In the end, your personal beliefs are going to be the most powerful for you since they’re the ones you vibe with on the deepest level.

Become proficient in a divination practice, any at all, doesn’t matter. This is like one of the biggest tips I’ve got because learning how to divine answers and receive insights on all manner of circumstances is majorly beneficial. Plus, I always recommend doing a reading before you do any spell work, to get an idea if you actually should or not, as well as after to get an idea on how well it went. I prefer tarot personally, along with other cartomancy methods like oracle cards, because they’re so rich with information you can gain so much detail. The pendulum is okay, I guess, but unless you have a pendulum board with the alphabet and other things like that, you’re restricted to yes/no questions, which is severely limiting. Runes are better, but they’re difficult to learn and there’s a lot of UPG being passed off as tradition within the practice. Geomancy is something I just gave a shot, and it’s a lot of fun, and it’s very insightful. Play around with a bunch of different types and see which one you vibe with the most.

[blastmewitches]

All About Abram Joel  McHale,  homosexual,  male  +  he/him→  attention  !  we  have  report  of  Abram Harkness,  otherwise  known  as  Agatha  Harkness  has  been  spotted  within  the  area.  we  have  reason  to  believe  they  have  the  power  of  spell  casting,  power  absorption,  and  magical  energy  manipulation.  they  are  known  to  be  knowledgeable  and  quirky  but  also  can  be  manipulative  and  selfish,  so  please  proceed  with  caution  when  approaching  them.  S.H.I.E.L.D.  has  reported  that  they’re  of  a  cinema/616  variant,  so  be  warned  !

BASIC INFO

full name — Abram Harkness also known as — Abe / Detective Abraham O’Conner/ keeper of the darkholdage —Who’s counting at this point?gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns)orientation — homosexualclothing style — eclectic (he’s collected quite a bit over the years) but sweats, flannels/tight fitting graphic t-shirts, and trench coats are the norm. Don’t be surprised to see him in a double breasted suit during the day and leather sandals and bell bottoms that night though.

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Joel McHale Hair—brown with flecks of gray / eyes —greyheight — six foot & five inchesbuild — like a brick shit house. Muscular arms, six pack abs, and hours at the gym have built a firm and a tight ass. Compliments are not only appreciated they are the point. scars —pitch black fingertips with a light almost ash like coating covering his knuckles. tattoos — a black and white rendering of señor scratchy above his ass piercings — one in each ear (a small black stud in either ear is the norm), nipple piercings, nose piercing it was the nineties okay?powers — spell casting,  magical energy manipulation and absorption, and mediumship

PERSONALITY

positive traits — knowledgeable, experienced , quirky, independent, resilient negative traits — snarky, arrogant, cruel, selfish, violent, self-centeredhobbies — drinking, studying, singing, murder.

MEDICAL INFO

mental — yes he hears dead people what do you expect?physical — Do you know anyone else over three hundred years old?phobias — losing his powers, facing the consequences of his actionseyesight — near sighted (a recent development) dominant hand — right handalcohol use — two beer a day habitdiet —Pescatarian

SPICY INFO

sexual preference —versekinks — breeding, dirty talk, corruption, hair pulling, rough sex, choking, daddy kink, body worship, rimming (giving), ass worship (giving) collars + leashes, younger tops.anti-kinks — intimate partner violence.

BACKGROUND

birthplace —Salem, Massachusetts parents — an unknown father & Evanora Harkness (deceased) if only they would just shut up —n/anotable skills — extensive knowledge of the occult and magick, some knowledge of horticulture, songwriter, storyteller, fluent in English and Spanish (both spoken with a strong Massachusetts accent), a decent tenor,

BIO

TBD

[mortemersgf]

Hi I don't know if I'm characterizing Beckett correctly but he seems like someone who would be really soft with his partner and would show a sweet side that others typically don't see right?

What if you wrote a fic where he's cuddling or just spending some sweet time with a partner (is female! reader okay?) and they get interrupted by the rest of the Pend Pals that are surprised?

Thanks!

The warm August weather sends a soft breeze filtering through the windows, gently rustling the curtains. In the distance, you hear Aster shrieking with delight as Zeph yells, “Cannonball!” Shreya screeches for Atlas to ‘get away from her’ while Griffin laughs uncontrollably, endeared by the sight of his friends letting loose and having fun.

Vacations at Shreya’s lake house are always filled with raucous laughter and endless shenanigans, most of which you would participate in on regular bases. It might be the blazing sun or the food you ate this morning, but a pesky headache has rendered you rather sick and unable to join in on the fun. Instead, you’re curled up on the velvet sofa, resting your head on Beckett’s chest. Being the darling boyfriend that he is, he refuses to leave your side, wanting to make sure you’re taken care of.

You wish you had more energy, but the heat and the pain leave you disjointed and unable to cast a Blood magick spell to take the headache away. You simply lay there in Beckett’s arms, letting him stroke your hair and your back.

His touch is soothing and light, and despite the fact that it’s only five in the evening, you find yourself growing drowsy. It doesn’t help that he’s speaking in that saccharine tone to distract you from the irksome throbbing in your head. Beckett has a soothing voice in general, one that’s able to induce sleep in you within minutes.

He’s speaking about some recent advancements made in portal magick, and you hum absentmindedly, groaning as you shift to get some blood circulating in your arm that’s fallen asleep.

“Sure you don’t wanna go take a swim?” you mumble, glancing up at him.

“I’m quite sure, my love,” he says, “I want to spend what little alone time we have together.”

“Even if it includes cuddling with your sick girlfriend?”

“You say that as if I would ever turn down the opportunity to be with you, indisposed or not.”

You laugh, charmed by his comment. “Well, if you’re certain�� c’mere, gimme a kiss.”

He tilts your head up, cupping your cheek with one hand to meet you in a sweet kiss. Satisfied, you settle back into your original position, murmuring, “Keep talking about portal magick.”

An hour passes by like this, your limbs tangled, laughter on your lips. By the time the sun sets, you’re asleep.

The rest of Pend Pals pad into the living room, still giddy from spending the day on the lake. Beckett pins them with a death glare and a finger to the lips, and they halt at the sight. A beat of silence passes between them.

Beckett grows pink. Aster coos quietly while Atlas pushes past everyone to get to her room, making an exaggerated face of disgust as she passes by. Zeph and Shreya hold back giggles, and no doubt a slew of teasing comments, as Griffin smiles fondly.

Moments later, they all disperse to prepare dinner. Atlas reemerges from her room with a blanket and tosses it at Beckett wordlessly, gliding away to pester Aster for scraps of food. Beckett straightens out the blanket and settles it atop you, brushing your hair to coax you back to sleep as you mumble incoherently.

The sound of a camera click goes off. Beckett’s head snaps up. Shreya gives him a pointed look, smiling when she says, “What? You guys look adorable. I’ll send it to you.”

She’d better.

a/n: hii anon tysm for the cute request!! i had fun writing this one :3 you characterized beckett perfectly, he’s a big softie when it comes to his s/o!

taglist: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @sylviefilms @bluebellot

[forabeatofadrum]

Just Some Guy (2/9)

Notes: Welcome back to Matty's second year at Watford! This year, he and John will meet some new friends and I am happy to introduce them to you. They were all named by @raenestee. Thank you Raen!

AO3

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Year 2

MATT

It’s time for another year at Watford and I already miss the summer. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being at Watford, but I am not looking forward to classes, especially Greek.

At least John is here. He couldn’t hang out during the summer due to ‘not existing outside the main story beats’ or something. He said he’d look into it for next summer.

Look, I like John. He’s probably my best mate at the moment, but that’s because he’s my only mate. I don’t mind. I’ve met loads of people last year, but we never became friends. Now it’s time to change that. This is going to be my year!

Sports might not be it for me, though, but according to John there is a Watford Chess Club.

“I’m joining,” he says one day, “You should come along.”

“I don’t know how to play chess,” I say, “I didn’t even know you played chess.”

John shrugs.

“Learnt it over the summer ‘off-screen’,” he uses air quotes when he says that last word. I have no clue what he means. “I can teach you. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

To everyone’s surprise, I am amazing at chess. John teaches me all his tricks but after a week at chess club, I surpass him. Chess club is huge. It’s actually quite nice to be part of something. I recognise some other members from our year. We hang out at chess club, but also outside of it.

Friends. What a concept. I had friends before Watford, but living at an exclusive boarding school does put a damper on those friendships. I saw my mates during the summer, but it’s different.

We’re sitting on the Great Lawn, eating crisps and drinking soda.

“Did you all see Agatha Wellbelove at lacrosse?” Arnold says.

“Don’t start,” John says, “You have no chance.”

“No one does,” I grumble. I admit I like looking at Agatha Wellbelove too. I think every guy in our year does, except Ryan, who is gay.

As a result, Ryan rolls his eyes in an exaggerated way.

“Please, let the poor girl live!”

“That’s because you have a little crush on the Chosen One!” Leslie teases.

“I do not!” Ryan sputters back.

Scott, his roommate, snorts. “Sure, mate.”

“You did seem to be interested during Magic Words,” Sam adds.

“Well, that’s because he was fighting that Pitch guy again!” Ryan says. He has a point. The Chosen One seems to have an ongoing rivalry with the Pitch Heir.

Politics, amirite?

Others agree with Ryan as well. You cannot ignore the Chosen One. If he’s not out there leaking magic, he’s fighting our classmate Tyrannus, or he’s doing some weird shit. The other day, the Humdrum sent counting sheep. I luckily wasn’t affected, but John was. The Chosen One broke the spell on his friend and Agatha Wellbelove and for some reason that broke the entire spell.

I’m glad he saved John, but apart from that, I do not really keep track of the Chosen One’s antics. That’s what I tell my friends when Sam asks me for my opinion on him.

“Honestly, I agree,” Luis says with a shrug, “Simon Snow can do all that saviour stuff. I just want to pass the upcoming Magickal History exam.”

I almost choke on a crisp.

Shit. I completely forgot about it.

--

“Aren’t we breaking the rules?” I whisper to John. The two of us are roaming the grounds past midnight.

“It’s common decency to stay in the dorms after a certain hour,” John answers with a mischievous grin, “But there is no hard rule. Look.”

He holds out his lantern in a certain direction and I see more people sneaking around. I wonder if we’re going to a party or something. John was very vague, or more vague than usual. He just insisted that we had to go outside.

“John, where are we going?”

“Shhhh,” John stops abruptly and he pushes me behind him. I look over his shoulder and I see the Chosen One. He looks like he’s been crying and he’s walking towards Mummers House.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I ask. Unlike Ryan, I do not really pay attention to the Chosen One outside of class, but he looks harrowed. It would be an asshole move to not worry about him.

John shrugs, which is odd. He’s usually so in tune with everyone.

“I think he’s going through some shit,” John answers.

“What could he be going through?” I ask, “He’s our hero.”

John raises an eyebrow, as if I said something stupid.

“He’s still a boy, Matt. I think he’s realising that being the hero is not all fun and games.”

We watch the Chosen One walk away and he does look awful and beat up. John is right. He’s my age. I can’t imagine having the weight of the world on my shoulders and being a twelve year old at the same time.

The Chosen One.

Simon Snow.

Maybe I should stop referring to him by his title and start thinking of him by his name. We will never be friends. We pass each other in the corridor of our rooms and we know each other from classes, but that’s it. Because of that, he’s always been this elusive entity in my life. The Chosen One, the Saviour of the Magickal World, the Mage’s Heir and all that jazz.

But when I see him like this, cheeks wet from the tears, shoulders hunched, I am reminded that he’s just Simon Snow.

I heard that he’s chasing two snakes for the Mage. What kind of snakes must they be? Simon Snow really looks terrible.

When he enters the building, John and I snap out of weird concentration. We look at each other and I shrug.

John shrugs too.

What else can we do?

“Well, let’s keep going,” John says and he starts walking. Really, what else can we do? “The others are waiting.”

“What?”

That distracts me from my Simon Snow sadness.

John and I walk to the drawbridge. My friends from chess club are there as well. Luis is holding ice cream.

“Gentlemen, let’s indulge!” he says.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask.

“My twelfth birthday.”

My eyes widen, but it’s clear I’m not the only one who didn’t know this fact. Leslie throws her arms around him.

“Luis! Oh my God, congrats!”

Luis hands out his treats and the eight of us have an impromptu party. The Chosen One- I mean, Simon Snow is long forgotten. How can I care about him when I have my own life with great friends? I am so glad I joined chess club.

--

I did it!

Well, I had to bitch and moan for it, but I did it! I convinced my parents to gift me one of those fancy smartphones for my birthday. Now I can surf the internet on my phone and send memes to John in the summer. John looked into his situation and he says he exists in the summer as long as I keep messaging him, or whatever that means.

I’m just glad I have an easier way to talk to all my new friends.

Another year has gone by and we’re at our last breakfast for the school year. We’re sat relatively close to Simon Snow, and it’s noticeable. His magic is leaking, as usual, and he’s pushing scones down his throat, it’s almost grotesque. He’s eating as if he’s expecting to go hungry in summer.

Huh.

Where does he go during the summer? He’s famously an orphan. He has no family to go to. But then I see his chatty friend sit down next to him. I assume he’s going to her place in the summer.

I push any thoughts about Simon Snow out of my mind. I don’t have to see him for weeks.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Waiting and Watching

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

Funny story about this chapter. As I wrote it, stuff was just... happening. Stuff that I was not expecting XD I swear, it felt like the characters were taking over fshjdaklh In this part, Marvin and JJ regroup after their two separate adventures and try to figure out what to do next. Obviously they have to get Anti back, but how? Then the next morning they get a strange phone call that changes their plans slightly. Enjoy reading :)

More of This AU | | First Chapter | Previous Chapter

Marvin and JJ sat at the table together. It was past midnight, but JJ insisted on making tea for the both of them. He said it would calm their nerves, and Marvin agreed. So they sat in silence with a cup of mint tea each.

Jameson was the first to speak. So... these are the cards you lost?

“Yes.” Marvin’s fingers nervously tapped the deck. “I recognized t’em right away.” He spread them out in a line. The back of each card was unique, a different symbol surrounded by lines that crossed and curved in elaborate patterns.

And Henrik just went in there and got them? JJ asked.

“If we’re believin’ him, which I don’ see why we wouldn’.”

Jameson shook his head. This is incredible. When the rest of us went into that house, we barely made it out. And he just did it.

“In his note he said t’at Distorter had left. T’at probably made it easier.” Marvin began idly rearranging the cards on the table. “T... t’ere’s some way to mess with t’ese, I know it. Some way to use t’em for magick... but I can’ remember...”

These symbols are part of a runic alphabet, Jameson said, indicating the back of the cards. Runes are often used in magick, so you’re right. There’s definitely some way to use these cards for rituals. Perhaps the meanings of the runes could help us out? I know I have a couple references for rune alphabets in my books upstairs.

“T’at’s as good a place to start as any,” Marvin said. “What about you? Did t’at Magic Circle help you out like t’ey said?”

Jameson nodded. He explained what happened that night as quickly as possible. Turns out, there was a gigantic facility hidden there the whole time, he finished. Persephone said there was no time limit to the effects of the group spell, so I should be able to find it and walk through whatever was hiding it. He paused. The strangest thing was... it didn’t... feel like magic.

“What didn’?” Marvin prompted.

Whatever we broke through. It wasn’t a ward, or any spell, it felt... different. 

“Different how? Can ye put it in words?”

Jameson thought about it. This energy felt... artificial.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. “Fake magic? Is... is t’at a t’ing?”

I’ve never heard of it. And all the other magicians were just as surprised by how it felt.

“Huh.” Marvin pushed all the cards back into a stack, then picked up his teacup and took a sip. “But... you’re sure t’at Anti is in t’ere?”

Positive, JJ said, nodding. I don’t know why, but we can figure that out once we get him out of there. Though... if we’re going to break into a place like that... perhaps you should stay behind...

Marvin bristled. “What do you mean?”

Your leg IS still broken, Jameson reminded him.

“I managed jus’ well enough tonight, didn’ I?”

You did, and that’s great, JJ agreed. But you didn’t see this place. It’s huge. We’ll have to do a lot of walking, and I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere like that had a whole host of security. I don’t want you to hurt yourself further.

Marvin opened his mouth. Then closed it. His fist curled tight around the teacup handle. He took a few deep breaths, and finally said, “We’ll talk more about t’at tomorrow. We’re both tired righ’ now. We need rest.”

Jameson frowned. His eyes drifted towards the kitchen entrance, and the front door beyond.

“Jems, if you won’ let me hurt myself by goin’ out with a broken leg, I’m not gonna let you hurt yourself by goin’ out on no sleep,” Marvin said, sounding exhausted. 

JJ shook his head. You’re right. You’re right. I’m just... I’m worried about Anti.

“I am too,” Marvin said softly. “But we can’ help him in t’is condition.”

You’re right, JJ said again. We should go to sleep soon. We can come up with a plan tomorrow.

They finished their tea in silence and went to bed right after.

———————

The next morning at breakfast, Marvin got a phone call. He was sitting at the table in his usual spot, one-handedly messing with his cards while stabbing a fork into waffles with the other. JJ was refilling Mr. Fluffington’s bowl, and hadn’t yet sat down to have his own plate of recently-refrozen waffles (neither of them had felt up to cooking.) That was when it happened. Marvin’s phone started to ring, and he glanced down at the screen. He sat up straight. “T’at’s the number!”

JJ looked over at him, confused.

“It’s Volt!” Marvin dropped his fork and fumbled to pick up the call quickly. He’d checked the call history out of curiosity earlier, and had been intrigued to see Schneep had used a strange number instead of his own. That strange number was calling again. Marvin hit the speaker phone button and said, “Hello?”

“Marvin, did you get them?” Schneep’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“The cards? Yes. How’d you get t’em? Did you really jus’ walk in?”

“Well I waited outside the house for a couple hours, then I saw him leave, and then I waited some more, and then yes,” Schneep said.

Tell him he’s an idiot for doing that! JJ said, dropping the bag of cat food and hurrying over to the table.

“Marvin? Are you still there?” Schneep asked.

“Yes, I was listenin’ to Jems,” Marvin said. “You’re on the speaker so he can hear you, and he says you’re an idiot for doin’ t’at.”

“Ah. Well. Perhaps.” Schneep chuckled. “But I made it out of that place, confusing as it was. So? Are they your cards?”

“Yes, t’ey’re mine,” Marvin said. “Distorter told me he had t’em, taunted me with t’em a couple times.”

“Oh. I-I am so sorry, Marvin.”

“It’s in the past,” Marvin said, already regretting that he’d impulsively shared that. “Anyway. Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Marvin, I had to get out of the city. That detective was onto me! I would not be surprised if she still was.”

He could have called us! JJ said.

“Jems said you could’ve called us, and he’s right!” Marvin repeated.

“I meant to!”

Did you?! Why didn’t you?! JJ’s signs were sharp, and Marvin relayed them in an equally sharp tone.

“Because I—” Schneep made a frustrated noise. A few seconds passed, then he sighed. “For the first few days, I was not... in a sound mental state. I took my medication, but the problem was not my psychosis, it was... I was afraid. I didn’t want to risk anyone else knowing about me, or about being friends with you all. And then... then I found something.”

“What?” Marvin asked, intrigued despite himself. JJ also sat down, ready to listen.

Schneep paused. “In the next city over, Henshilling, I found a small office space for a company called IRIS. It is a long story that I don’t think I have time for, but... I found out they were doing some... strange things in that rented office. And they found out I knew about that, and... that confrontation did not go well. I... was unable to contact you because of that.”

Marvin raised an eyebrow. He looked at JJ, whose expression was one of pure shock. Then he looked up into the corner of the room, where a device was attached to the ceiling, watching everything. “This IRIS company wouldn’ happen to sell cameras, woul’ it?”

“I think that is one of their products, yes,” Schneep said. “But their products are not important. They are just ways for them to fund their true goal.”

“Which is?”

Schneep didn’t answer.

“Come on, Volt,” Marvin groaned. “You’ve said so much already—”

“More than I should,” Schneep interrupted. “The reason I cannot talk for too long is because they are fully capable of listening in on phone conversations. If they know you know, they—I-I don’t want to think about what could happen.”

So ignorance is bliss then? Jameson asked.

Marvin repeated that, then added, “Also, you shoul’ know t’at Jems got t’ese fancy new cameras recently. He installed t’em in our house, t’ey’re from a place called IRIS—”

Jameson looked at him, alarmed, as if he wanted to keep that a secret. But that was nothing to the way Schneep immediately shrieked. “Get rid of them!” he shouted. “Right now! Tear them out! Break them! IRIS probably already knows too much! Mein gott, das ist ein Desaster...!” His voice got quieter as he walked away from the phone.

“Volt?” Marvin asked. “Schneep? Henrik?”

Schneep didn’t return. After a few seconds, the line disconnected.

Marvin hung up his own end as well. Then he stared at Jameson. “Well?”

Jameson stared at him. Then raised his hands and slowly said, It’s still rather helpful to know what’s happening—

“For the love of god, Jems!” Marvin threw his arms into the air. “Get diff’rent cameras, t’en! Jus’ don’ use the ones our friend literally jus’ said belonged t’some shady company!”

Jameson nodded quickly. Right. You’re right, I’m sorry, I just—can we at least wait to take them down until we have new ones?

“No! Jameson, for fuck’s sake! You have a problem if ye can’ exchange a few days of not bein’ alert for gettin’ rid of the shady company’s devices! Not’ing’s goin’ to happen!”

“We thought nothing would happen to Anti!” Jameson shouted. “Now look where we are!” He broke into a coughing fit, bracing himself against the table and turning his head to the side.

“Are you alrigh’?” Marvin asked, leaning towards him.

Jameson pressed a hand to his throat, gave a few more weak coughs, then nodded.

“Good.” Marvin nodded. “Go get some water if ye need it.”

I’m alright, Jameson insisted.

“If you’re sure.” Marvin sighed. Idly, one hand began messing with his playing cards, spread out on the table next to him. “Jameson. T’is a serious problem. In such a short span of time, you’ve become... well... concerned with t’ose cameras.”

Jameson stared at him. I’m alright, he said again.

“No, you’re not. T’is isn’ normal, Jameson. You jus’ heard t’at the cameras are made by some company t’at had Schneep freakin’ out, and you want to keep them.”

We can get rid of them. I just think we should wait until we have replacements ready to install.

Marvin laughed. “T’at’s not as reasonable as you t’ink it is. ‘Let’s keep the possibly dangerous cameras from the sketchy company until we have more cameras ready t’watch us at every moment.’ T’at’s what you jus’ said.”

Jameson stared for a moment more, then looked away. I can’t let anything happen to anyone else, he said.

“Why are you the one who has to stop all danger?”

Because I know I can, Jameson explained. I just have to be there. So many times when I wasn’t there, you got hurt. If I’d just been in the house at the time—

“If you’d been t’ere, who’s to say Distorter wouldn’ have hypnotized you to ignore it?” Marvin asked. “Or the last time, he used Anti t’get to me. You know you would’ve let him inside. You know he could’ve hit you when you were turned, t’en done the same t’me.”

Jameson sighed. You’re probably right. But that idea won’t let go of me. I don’t know how to make it go away.

“Well... I don’ either,” Marvin admitted. “It sounds like you need t’talk to someone who does.”

So I’m going to tell a therapist about magic?

“No. You can jus’ tell them t’at bad t’ings have happened and ye keep t’inkin’ it could’ve gone different. Or, if you want someone who can probably help more, and who knows about all the insane t’ings goin’ on, you can talk to Jack.”

Jameson nodded slowly. I forgot about him.

Marvin chuckled. “Honestly, he’s probably jus’ gonna tell you to talk to a therapist, too.”

Maybe. But... I can start with Jack. A stepping stone. Jameson sighed. And in the meantime... we will have to get rid of the cameras.

“Damn right we will. Before we do any plannin’ about rescuin’ Anti and all t’at, we—” Marvin suddenly shrieked.

His sleeve was on fire!

Jameson stood up. He made a circular gesture with his hand and cool blue magic splashed on Marvin’s sleeve, extinguishing the flames immediately

“What the hell?!” Marvin gasped. He glanced at the table. There was nowhere that fire could’ve come from!

Except...

Three of his playing cards were arranged to form a triangle, their short ends meeting each other. In the middle of this triangle was a floating ball of smoke that gradually faded away.

Both of them stared at that. Then JJ chuckled. Well. Maybe that’s how your cards work.

“They have to be arranged,” Marvin muttered. “Of course! T’at—I remember t’at!” He grinned, swaying back and forth in his seat with excited energy. “Look at t’is! The patterns on the back! T’ese lines match up!” He traced the curving lines on the back of the cards. They formed a continuous shape, each end matching up with another where the cards touched.

I don’t know much about magick, JJ said, but I know the arrangement of runes plays a key part. These lines in the design are guidelines for how to arrange them, I think.

“Yes...yes!” Marvin nodded, grinning. “Last night ye said you had some rune references upstairs. Let’s go up t’ere and look at t’em.”

Actually, I’ll bring the books downstairs, JJ said. It’ll be easier. We can look at them in your room. He glanced at the camera in the corner for a split second.

Marvin followed his gaze. Was Jameson actually wary of the cameras now? Well, that would make sense. Anyone would be, after hearing what Schneep said about IRIS. But with the conversation they just had, JJ saying they could work somewhere out of sight of the cameras felt like a sort of peace offering. “Yes, t’at sounds good,” he said. “And maybe after, or even during our search, we can talk about what to do about Anti and t’at facility.”

———————

It didn’t take them long to figure out most of the runes on the back of Marvin’s cards. They all belonged to a runic system known as the Dlú’et alphabet, which was one of the oldest rune systems used in magic and magick. Each symbol had a couple different meanings. They made phonetic sounds, like any letter, but they could also stand for things or ideas.

The three that Marvin had accidentally arranged into a triangle and conjured fire with made the sounds “ee” “r” and “wh,” but they also could mean “flame” “mark” and “dust”, or they could mean “passion” “creation” and “death.” It was all very elaborate, and Marvin ate up every detail. He nodded frequently and muttered “yes, yes! I remember!”

And he did remember. With every new bit of information, he became aware that it wasn’t actually new to him. It had simply been hidden by Distorter, deep in his own mind, and seeing it all again was bringing it back.

But he also aware there was still something missing.

“We’ve found all the runes but t’is one.” Marvin held out the two joker cards that had been included in the deck. They had the same symbol on their backs: an angled spiral with two lines crossing it in an X shape. “Are you sure t’ere’s not’ing in the books?”

JJ nodded. It’s a very old rune system, and these cards are also old—though not nearly as old as the system. He chuckled. Maybe this rune just fell out of use in recent decades. I’m sure we could find it in the library somewhere.

Marvin nodded slowly. This rune in particular was nagging at him. He knew it was important, but he didn’t know what for. “I... suppose we’ve done enough with the runes for now,” he said reluctantly.

JJ closed the book he had open. The two of them were sitting cross-legged on Marvin’s bed, facing each other with the books and cards in between them. So, JJ could look directly at Marvin as he said, I still think you shouldn’t go into that facility.

“I—you’re... right,” Marvin admitted. “I-I wouldn’ be much use with my leg broken. But I have t’help. Anti’s my friend too, and if he’s in t’ere—”

I know. JJ nodded understandingly. So, last night, I thought of a solution. You can come. But you’ll stay in the car. We can get a camera—not an IRIS one, more like a GoPro or something. I’ll wear it so you can see what’s happening. And maybe we could get me an earpiece or something, so you can help me out. Give me advice and point out things I miss. Stuff like that.

Marvin chuckled. “You want to go full-on spy for t’is, huh?”

We won’t have any gadgets that are as high-tech as the movies, but we do have magic, JJ said. I think that can work. I don’t want to leave you behind, Marvin.

“I don’ want t’be left behind, either,” Marvin muttered. “But... I know t’at’s not what you meant when you said I should stay back from goin’ in. You’re right. I said t’at earlier. But I’ll help however we can.” He paused. “I suppose we’ll have t’go shoppin’ for supplies, t’en.”

Maybe I can ask someone if they have a mounted camera we can borrow, JJ wondered. But we do need to get new cameras. And get rid of the old ones. He sighed. After all the trouble we went to, putting them up...

���Hmm.” Marvin thought about it. “If you want, maybe call Aoife or Jack t’help take t’em down? Since we had help gettin’ t’em up.”

Probably a good idea. JJ nodded. I can do that now. Best get started as soon as possible. And then I’ll start asking around for supplies for our... heist.

“Heist? Yes. Yes.” Marvin grinned.

JJ raised an eyebrow. You sound really excited about that.

“I’m ready t’start doin’ stuff. The sooner we check out t’is place, the sooner we can get Anti out. What time frame are we lookin’ at?”

If we’re lucky, we might be able to check this place out later today. If we’re not, we’ll definitely be there tomorrow. Jameson nodded firmly, resolved. We won’t leave him behind in there.

———————

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

He didn’t know what it meant, but it had to be important. They kept asking it, to adverse effects. Why? And why didn’t they ask him that question while he was with them? Or... maybe they did? His memory of that time was a bit... unreliable...

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

He wanted to run in there. Sitting in the bushes outside wasn’t exactly comfortable—or safe. Any security guard who walked too close might notice him there, crouched close to the ground with his new laptop perched on his knees. But he had to be close to get into their system. For some reason, it didn’t work remotely.

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

He didn’t want to see this. It pained him, caused his heart to ache. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to fast-forward through the footage.

“Stop!”

“Subject’s exposure has increased to concerning levels. Suggest moving to second phase, pending board permission.”

“What is this? What did you do to me?

...What did you do to me?”

He winced at the desperation in his voice. No, he couldn’t watch this anymore. He forced himself to fast-forward. There probably wouldn’t be anything interesting over the next while, anyway, judging by their pattern of leaving him in there.

Or maybe not.

“Wait… wait, I don’t understand. What do you mean, ‘special’? I’m… I’m just a guy. He doesn’t even seem to like me.”

That was... strange. He didn’t really know what to make of it. Who was he talking to? It couldn’t be him, he wouldn’t talk to him like that.

“Whisper?”

In the end, it didn’t amount to much. For now. He made a mental note of it and began fast-forwarding again, shifting position slightly and causing the leaves around him to rustle.

More of this.

“We’re not a bad company, Anti.” 

“Kuhscheiße,” he muttered.

“That, Anti, is ALTR 53815. We recently discovered its existence.”

Recently? Interesting. Was that why they were in the area? How long ago was “recent”? A month, perhaps? Three weeks, maybe? No... no. It had to be longer. There was no other reason for them to be there in the first place.

Oh...

Oh no...

“What do you mean ‘used to be’?” 

No, it wasn’t true. They were fucking with him. They had to be. Creating a whole person, that multiple people saw and interacted with, it was impossible, no matter how strong his powers of hallucination were.

Right?

He couldn’t watch what followed. But even though he knew it would probably be easier to skip to the next day, he fast-forwarded instead. Even though he didn’t want to see it, he couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t happening. His friend was unraveling, and they knew it. There was no way they didn’t.

His fists clenched.

“I’m very sorry, Mr. McLoughlin, we need to take you somewhere more secure.”

Well this was new. He leaned closer to the screen.

“We do this a lot, Mr. McLoughlin, we move people around to free up space.”

No they didn’t.

The camera in the room was useless as soon as they dragged him out, so he switched around, following them through the facility, watching him struggle and plead and—

The footage went to static.

What?! What happened?! Frantically, he skipped forward by the minute, looking for the moment it returned—

And it did. Briefly. For a few seconds, the camera in the hallway came back online. Just long enough to catch the image of a man, standing there, blood dripping from his eyes down his obscured, smiling face. He was looking straight into the camera.

And then it was gone again.

He skipped fifteen minutes before the static cleared, showing... nothing. Well, it showed quite a lot, actually. Emergency red lights. People lying unmoving on the floor. But it didn’t show him. Or him.

He rewound back to the moment where he stood, looking at the camera, and glanced down at the time stamp.

One hour ago.

He was just barely too late.

Slowly, he closed the laptop. He bent forward, breathing heavily through the fabric mask he wore. This was bad. This was worse. At least before, he knew where he was, and had an idea of what they wanted. He didn’t know anymore.

Of course, that was why he had left the house! To come here. To torment him.

And he’d wasted time going inside instead of following him, maybe if he’d chased him down he could have—

No. Stop. Breathe. Calm. It wasn’t the end of the world. He could figure this out.

A few minutes passed before he straightened again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone he’d been using, dialing a familiar number.

———————

“Wasn’t it only a few days ago I walked in on you guys putting these up?” Jack asked.

“Yes, well... we decided they weren’ a good idea,” Marvin said slowly.

Be careful! JJ added.

“I got it guys, don’t worry.” Jack was currently standing on a chair in the hallway, using a screwdriver to carefully disconnect the camera. JJ stood nearby, hovering anxiously, while Marvin was sitting in his wheelchair in his bedroom doorway. Sam flew around Jack, nerve-tail flicking back and forth. They seemed more hyperactive than usual. “You don’t have to be here watching me, you know. You can start on the other cameras while I do this.”

Marvin nodded. “Right, ri—”

His phone rang again.

Both Marvin and JJ tensed. Marvin wheel backwards into his room and grabbed the phone from where he’d left it on the dresser. JJ walked over to take his place in the doorway. “It’s him,” Marvin whispered, and put the call on speaker phone like he had earlier that morning.

“Marvin, things are bad,” Schneep’s voice said.

“Bad?” Marvin repeated. “How?”

“Am I on speaker phone again?”

“Yeah.”

“Are there cameras nearby?”

“T’ere’s one in the hall, but we disconnected it,” Marvin said, glancing past JJ out at the hall. “It can’ see in t’is room, anyway.”

“You never know,” Schneep muttered. “But if it is disconnected, it is fine. Marvin—and I assume Jameson, as well—I know where Anti was.”

“Yeah, so do w—”

Before Marvin could finish, Jameson was hurrying over, signing, What does he mean, “was?!”

“Wait.” Marvin blinked. “Y-yeah. Schneep, what do you mean, you know where he was?”

“Because he is not there anymore,” Schneep explained. “There is this old facility north of Mirygale. It used to be a prison, but it looks like it was taken over and converted into some other complex. I suspected he was here, so I hacked into their cameras this morning. As of one hour ago, he is not in there anymore.”

Jameson and Marvin stared at each other in shock. Where is he? Jameson asked, and Marvin repeated it for the phone.

“...that is what’s bad,” Schneep said gravely. “I am not sure what happened. The—the cameras, they—something went wrong, their footage was corrupted. But... it was him. It was Distorter, he was in there, I-I can only assume—”

Schneep didn’t get to finish before Marvin cut him off with a bout of violent swearing that made Jameson wince. “I knew it!” he finally shouted. “I fuckin’ knew he was involved!”

But Distorter didn’t take him in the first place, Jameson pointed out. So who did?

Marvin took a few deep breaths while the others waited. “T’at’s a good point, Jems,” he muttered. “Who owns t’at facility?”

“It...” Schneep’s voice was quiet. “It is... IRIS.”

“...wait, the same IRIS?” Marvin asked. “Who kept you from reachin’ us and made the cameras?”

“The very same. They are an American company who has been in this country for at least half a year, though probably not much longer.”

“So... t’is company’s in the business of kidnappin’ people?” Marvin asked. “Why? Jus’...why?”

Schneep laughed. “Strange, is it not? But it’s true. Get rid of your cameras. They already know too much.” And before Marvin or Jameson could respond, he hung up.

Marvin and Jameson stared at each other. Neither one was sure what to do now. They were having trouble processing all this new information.

“Um...” A voice came from the doorway. “Was I... not supposed to hear that?”

They looked around and saw Jack there, Sam hovering nearby, holding the disconnected WTCHR camera in his hand.

How much did you hear? Jameson asked.

“Everything after Marvin started swearing up a storm,” Jack said. “So. Distorter’s the name of this weird creature after you guys. And now we’ve got this IRIS company involved. I’ve been doing research on them, you know. There’s not a lot of information to find, which is really weird considering how big they are, and how fucking impossible a lot of their products sound.”

“We’re... sorry t’get you into t’is,” Marvin said slowly.

Jack shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m not sure how much I can do to help you find Anti, but if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

Actually... Jameson said slowly. Do you happen to have a small camera that can be worn?

“Like a GoPro? Sure, I think I have one somewhere. I definitely bought one thinking it would be useful, but I’ve never used it, so it could’ve gotten lost.”

“Jems,” Marvin said quietly. “D’you want to try and get into the facility, still? We... we know he’s not in t’ere. He’s probably... in the house.”

Jameson frowned. He turned his head to the side. His mouth moved quietly, and his eyes briefly glowed blue. Then he shook his head. He’s not there right now. That tracking spell worked, and you know it wouldn’t if Anti was in there.

“T’en we need to find him before that bastard takes him t’ere!” Marvin snapped.

Now?

“Yeah! Who knows how close t’ey are to the house! We might have a small window!”

Jameson looked surprised, but then he nodded firmly. You’re right. This is our best opportunity. But he might be far away, and I can’t drive and keep up a tracking spell at the same time.

“I can drive you guys around,” Jack suggested.

Jameson frowned. I thought you didn’t know how to drive.

“I know... a little,” Jack said slowly. “Not enough to be... safe... most of the time. But it’s probably better than you being distracted. Unless Marvin can drive with a broken leg?”

“I can’ drive at all,” Marvin muttered. “No matter how bad you are, it’s better t’an me. And we don’ have much time to find other solutions. So if Jack’s offerin’, and he’s okay with whatever we’ll find...”

Jack nodded firmly. “It’s the least I can do.” He walked over and set the disconnected IRIS camera down on the nightstand. Sam flew at it and threw their tiny ‘body’ at it over and over, violently bonking against it. “Whoa! Careful, Sam.” Jack reached out a hand and stopped them midair. “I know you don’t like these things, but don’t hurt yourself.” He then looked at Marvin and Jameson. “So... we’re going now, then?”

Marvin and Jameson nodded in unison. 

As the three of them hurried out of the room, they didn’t notice the camera make a faint whirring noise, or see its lens focus slightly on them.

[eddiemunsonappreciationsociety]

MY WORD IS MY BOND

Part Three: But you had to have him, and so you did

I stomp around the house, fuming at my inner witch. I think about breakfast but I don't want to eat anything made by me in this negative mood, I'd be able to taste the self-disappointment. Chance snoozes in a patch of sunshine streaming through my windows, belly full, heart happy. I reach down and scratch behind her ears and she lets out a long, slow rumble of appreciation. She has no clue her human mum is a top-tier moron.

I make myself another iced coffee and bring it to my bedroom with me, along with my half-smoked joint, to get ready. I grab my makeup bag and bring it to the floor with me. Sitting crossed leg in front of my large mirror, I switch on the lights that surround the frame and go to work. I do a pale pink smokey eye, winged black eyeliner, and some lip balm. I contemplate some false lashes before deciding on the affirmative and putting on my usual OTT pair. I take the black eyeliner and draw some dots along my bottom waterline and brows.

Once I'm happy with my face I pull the bobble out of my ponytail and my hair tumbles around my shoulders. Most of it turned white a few years ago, during a pretty chaotic time of my life and it never went back to its dirty blonde. I make the most of the blank canvas, currently pastel pink on the ends. I style my curls into a half up half down do and pin a silver hair brooch with a triple goddess emblazoned on it.

Before choosing my clothes I check my phone, for the first time since last night, and blanch as I see five text messages and ten missed calls.

STELLA:

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE?!

I saw Dreamy McBrowneyes leave them you were gone after, did you go home?

Are you alive???

Shit are you actually ok message me back

if you don't answer me by the time I wake up tomorrow I'm calling the FBI

I tap my reply to her quickly, nails clicking on the screen

I'm so sorry, I am alive. I came home and  conked out. I will fill you in later, love you.

Ps we're English, I don't think we have any FBI, stop watching Criminal Minds

My phone pings with her reply almost instantly

the only thing that would stop me is if they scrubbed Criminal Minds from the earth, even then I'd just close my eyes and play it all in my head

ps I'm glad you've not been murdered and/or eaten X

Choice phrasing, the universe is mocking me.

I open my wardrobe and stare at it for a whole minute, looking but not seeing anything. I select a black tiered skirt, that falls to just below my knees, my favourite black Paramore tee, and a black knitted cardigan with little pink toadstools all over it.

I am a fat witch, I prefer the term chunky, but to be real I am fat. And gorgeous.

I adorn myself with my jewelry, each one with some sort of magickal tie, something that can help or protect me in some way. As I place on the necklace I forgot yesterday my mind wanders to Eddie.

Stop it.

I give myself a quick look in the mirror before exiting my room and heading for the door. As I let myself out of the flat Elphaba, my black, flat-faced cat, is sat on the railing of the stairs, waiting to be let in. She glares at me.

"Where have you been, you dirty stop out?" I hold the door open for her and she trots in tail flicking. "Leave Chance alone whilst I'm gone"

I close the door behind me and head down into the shop.

The shop is basically a larger version of my craft room, with rosewood shelves everywhere, filled with various bits and bobs. I sell ingredients and ready-made spell jars. Most of my customers are non-witches but I do have the occasional magickal customer too.

The day is mostly noneventful, I sell a lot of ingredients used in health potions and health spells, which is standard as the weather starts to turn cold. Spells and potions sold to nonmagickal folk do work and make a difference, but in a more subtle way without the inner magic to amplify or activate properly.

There's an hour left of opening hours when my phone pings. I pick it up thinking it's going to be Stella.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'd really like a chance to show you I have no ulterior motive other than getting to know you. I hope you got home safe - Eddie.

I feel nauseous. I had been so intrigued, so drawn to him over the last few weeks. I sensed him when he was near, felt - what? Safe? Surely not. So drawn. This was not what it felt like with the other vampires I'd met. The circumstances in which I'd met other vampires were very different. I was usually roped into warning any vampires if they wandered into any coven territory. Not being in a coven myself, it made sense for me to be the middle ma, middle witch? I was also known as a particularly powerful witch, so I was fine to go alone.

I had no reason to trust him, but I wanted to.

His dark eyes kept popping up in my head, the goofy smile, the loud laugh. I wanted to know him before and I wanted to know him even more now.

But it was a massive risk.

For a vampire, the lifeblood of a witch is the ultimate feed. The magic in our blood makes them permanently faster, and stronger and has been known to occasionally pass on abilities to the drinker. I've also heard a vampire describe what our blood tasted like, and the more powerful the witch, the better the drinking.

I serve my last customer before picking back up my phone.

I got home safe, thank you. I don't really how I can give you a fair chance without putting myself in mortal peril, I don't see how it would work.

I start my closing duties, ignoring the phone as it pings. I ignore the huge urge I have to immediately read and respond. I want to talk to him.

Idiot.

I busy myself cleaning all the shelves, scrubbing floors, and doing the stock take, even though I did it last week. I grab my and some lavender from the stockroom to top up my home supply before closing the shutters and heading upstairs. I get  Chance in her collar and out for a walk, eager for all the distractions.

By the time I'm home, it's almost nine and I am exhausted. I get in my pyjamas, roll myself a joint, and order a Chinese. I switch on Community, light up and pick up the phone finally. There are two messages.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for weeks  - Eddie

I know that's exactly something someone who wants to suck your blood would say but I swear that's not the case - Eddie

Despite myself, I giggle. I can't help but think about how old he is, signing off his name that after each text.

It is exactly something someone would want to eat me would say. PS, you don't have to sign your name off, I will add your number.

I feel myself grin as I type. Stop it, Lilith.

Does this mean you want to keep talking to me?

What was I doing?

Maybe.

There's a slightly longer pause between his next message.

Can I call you?

[alchemy-arts-bookstore]

Stealth Magick

Today we would like to present the concept of Stealth Magick: What to do when you can’t be open with your practice for some reason. Perhaps it’s because of family or community disapproval, or restrictions present in the place you live. Whatever the reason, there are sometimes (unfortunately) situations in which you’re interested in magick, but you have to keep your interest and your workings secret. What to do? First, you have our sincere sympathies. Second, here are a few ideas.

If you live in a dorm or other place where burning candles or incense is not allowed, there are substitutes you can use. There are LED candles (‘flameless’) available in various colors and sizes, or you can experiment with small battery operated lamps. If you can’t have incense, you might try scent diffuser sticks, or anoint your altar items with scented oils, or even include a dish of potpourri on your altar instead. If you can’t find LED candles in the color you need, you can put them on an appropriately colored base, or decorate them with colored tape or stickers.

If you don’t want to risk having an altar because of the possible reactions of those around you, perhaps you could have a minimal altar that doesn’t look like one. Few people would think it strange if you had a few ‘interesting items you’ve found’ arranged on a shelf – pretty stones, seashells, figurines, etc. The items you display don’t have to look like standard ‘altar items,’ they just have to represent something to you. Let everyone else think they’re just cool trinkets.

Love jewelry, but can't wear a pentacle? There are other options, like crystals or semi-precious stones, other mystical symbols like stars or the moon, or pendants with animals or mythical beasts that mean something to you.

If space is an issue, or you don’t have a permanent place available to use, you might choose to have small altar items that can fit easily in a box or drawer and be moved or cleared away quickly when necessary. These could include things like LED votive candles, birthday candles, small statues or photo images of a deity, shells, stones, feathers, and necklace charms.

Whether the candles that accompany it are wax or electric, spellwork can always be disguised as prayer. If you sit in a quiet place with eyes closed, perhaps with a lit candle, who’s to say whether you’re silently speaking a spell, praying, or just meditating? If your situation is such that you can’t have magickal items, all that really matters is your intent, your will, and what you do to help the spell along.

If you can't have magick or occult-related books, again, you have our sympathies. Could you keep books at an understanding friend’s house? Or there’s always the library. If all you can do is look up information on websites, do keep in mind that not everything you find online is accurate or reliable. Don’t believe the first thing you read; look up a variety of sources. Compare what you read online to books in the library or bookstores. Ask the advice of trusted elders or shop owners in the magickal community.

These are only a few suggestions; feel free to add whatever others work for you. We wish you the best of luck, and we hope that you may soon find yourself in a time and a place where you’re able to practice as you wish, without worry or opposition.

[run-on-lightning]

The Heroes think you don’t hear them, but they also never learned what an indoor voice is. Whenever they’re deep in their cups and you pretend to sleep, they complain and whine about how hard it is to fight monsters and save the world while your squishy self never do any dirty work. Like how dare you keep at a distance in your pristine white robes while the rest of them have to face scratches and bruises and dirt. Never mind that the only reason they haven’t been impaled or broken any bones or drowned in their own blood was the holy spells you invoke from your life force during every encounter.

For days, you clenched your teeth in silence. This is just the way The Hero Party works, you tell yourself whenever they call you a healing dispenser that’s easy on the eyes behind your back.

For weeks, you tightly clasped your hands together for control. You are here to help and support, you tell yourself as you get yelled at for stealing the leader’s thunder with your flashy magicks. Just heal quietly and let the real Heroes do their job. 

For months, you whispered prayers to your deity for deliverance from the evils of micro-aggressions and underappreciation and sub-minimum wage. 

And then, you’ve had enough. 

The rest of the party can have all the killcounts and glory, all the accolades and trophies. That was never your ambition anyway; you just wanted to do good. You just wanted to help, but they never seemed to want or need you around, so you might as well go where your help will be more appreciated. 

***

Once upon a time, The Hero Party rescued a kidnapped woman from a monster’s den. She cried and kicked and screamed, “Don’t take me back! Don’t take me back there!” all the way to her husband’s house. 

“She’s gone mad,” the townspeople gossiped. “Enthralled by wicked magicks!” 

But you knew.

You knew because while the rest of the party dissected the monster’s body for spoils, you saw to the rest of the den. Two pairs of shoes neatly arranged on a rug before the door. A small table with two plates of half-eaten supper. A still smoldering hearth. Furs sewn together into a bed large enough for a human and a mindflayer. 

No weapons. 

No shackles. 

No torture.

And that was before you found the letters. 

That night while the rest of the party and the rest of the town were too drunk in celebrations, you snuck into a house and knocked out a man to stop him from hitting his wife.

“I’m sorry,” you told her. “We-- I didn’t know monsters could--” 

She slapped you and you still feel that sting in your heart to this day.

You didn’t know monsters could love. 

But you saw the way the monster had thrown itself in front of the woman, right before the Hero Party pierced its seven hearts. 

You didn’t know monsters could have peaceful domestic bliss.

But you saw their little home in the haunted swamp and you saw it destroyed by your hand. 

You helped her escape the town, and with the full of your power back then, you helped her say goodbye to the spirit of the lover you murdered. 

“Where will you go now?” you asked after her lover’s spirit departed.

“Somewhere.” She shrugged. You understood her unwillingness to share details with one of her lover’s killers. “What about you?”

“I'm not sure," you mumbled absently. "I think I have some soul-searching to do.”

“Well good luck with that.”

You parted ways with the woman at the next town over. 

You left the party and never looked back. 

***

People say in hushed whispers that the Demon Queen employs monsters and criminals and demons. At this point, you figure that means she accepts people for who they are, not what they are nor where they came from. People say she’s trying to destroy the Kingdom and all it stands for. After everything you’ve seen of this world, you grow sick of protecting nobles and men from the things they fear will take away their power.

You just wanted to do good. For so long, you thought that meant joining a band of Heroes and slaying a bunch of monsters until you saved the world from the Demon Queen. 

You never expect to find yourself at the doorstep of the Demon Queen’s fortress, waiting until it’s half past noon for lunch break to end. Everyone has lunch breaks here, even animal familiars and animated furniture. They also have paid vacations and sick leaves. Such evils are never allowed in the Kingdom. 

The door opens. You expected to meet the doorman, but instead the Demon Queen greets you in all her eleven-foot tall glory. 

“Now this is quite the surprise!" She smiles warmly. "I won’t say I’ve been expecting you, but I have heard about your arrival. Come in, come in. Please make yourself at home.”

You follow her to the dining hall.

She offers you tea and biscuits. “I apologize for not offering a proper lunch. The children were terribly hungry today and finished every bit before we could count them as leftovers.”

“C-Children?” Your Hero instincts kicked in and your eyes search the area for said children. Were they kidnapped? Were they the lunch? It takes you a few seconds to talk yourself down from the kneejerk reaction. Remember, you’ve come here willingly, with open mind and open heart. 

The Demon Queen’s smile turns wistful. “Orphans. So many of us die in this war. We take care of whoever we can.” 

Her voice is soft and even, her words carefully chosen. But you know why: Heroes and adventurers murder so many monsters, so many of her people, every day. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, but that is not why you’re here. You nibble on a biscuit, take in a deep breath, and try again. “I-I want to help.” 

“Oh.” The Demon Queen’s smile fades into surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that.” 

“That an adventurer will come here to help?” 

“Not that. We have plenty of ex-adventurers among our ranks. It’s just...” She halts, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you could have sworn she had hints of a blush on her cheeks. “Well, you’re such a faithful and high-ranking healer in the adventurer’s guild. Maybe even the best one around these parts. I would have thought you’d be in the current main Hero Party or something.”

“I was.” You shrug. “One: not very heroic. Two: not much of a party.”

She snorts out a laugh and her grin shows hundreds of spikey teeth. Under normal circumstances, before you had your epiphany, you would have found the sight frightening. But her laugh is so infectious that you can’t help chuckling alongside her.

“Well, their loss.” She claps her several hands together and nods. “Welcome to our... well, it’s way too soon to say we’re your family, but you are welcome to join us as a colleague or a collaborator or however way you prefer to call this mutually beneficial relationship.”

“‘Friend’ has a nice ring to it. We could be friends.”

“Then I welcome our new friend to the fortress!”

***

“YOU! TRAITOR!” 

The Hero Party eventually finds you after carving a bloody path through the fortress. They have defeated the Demon Queen, but they have never expected to find you by the Demon Queen’s right hand. 

You float in their direction, your pristine white robes billowing in the wind. 

“TRAITOR!” They accuse you again. 

You look them over and sneer. “You all look terribly worse for wear. Couldn’t find another healer after I left?”

The leader spits at you, thankfully missing the hem of your robes. “Are you going to start monologuing now, like the true Villain you are?” 

“Hmm, I could have my fun, but...” You shrug and float past them, towards the Demon Queen’s body. “I have work to do.” 

You raise your divine weapon above your head and feel for your power. 

You never told the Hero Party which deity whose power flows in your veins. Perhaps even from the very start, you felt in your heart of hearts that they wouldn’t understand. They are Heroes of their own tales, where they fell giants and best dragons and slay all the monsters, and then they are crowned victorious when there’s nothing left to kill. Thus the victors write down their stories, where everything is a challenge to conquer or to kill or to own as a trophy on the wall. 

There was no room for Empathy in their conquest. 

For the longest time, even you had misunderstood your own beliefs. You thought goodness meant sacrificing your life force for others without question. You thought kindness meant to allow others do as they willed while you laid down at their feet to be stepped on and ridiculed without retaliation. You thought support meant to carry other people’s burdens while bigger, stronger, better men who called themselves Heroes did their jobs worry-free.

But no, you eventually came to learn that the world was more complex than the battle of Good vs Evil, of Heroes vs Monsters. You learned that nothing could be easily put into neat little boxes, that you had so many preconceived notions to unlearn. It wasn’t easy to own up to your mistakes and make amends. Not for forgiveness, no, because some of the things you’d done were unforgivable and beyond amends. But you still tried your best to be a better version of yourself. You just wanted to do good, to do right by the people around you, even if you were the Villain in other people’s stories. 

Before, you thought the resurrection arts was beyond your mortal ken, but thanks to the guidance and influence of the Demon Queen and her people, you grew in your faith and in your powers. You learned how a gentle, compassionate heart can be strong enough to perform miracles. 

And so you raise your divine weapon, a buckler blessed by the deity of Empathy, above your head and feel for your power. Your heart swells with how much you care about these people and your magicks flood throughout the battlefield, mending bones and knitting wounds of your fallen friends and comrades.

“NECROMANCER!” The Hero Party accuses and spits at you again, aghast. 

You smile serenely. They’re not wrong. Healing and necromancy have always been two sides of the same coin. The main difference between raising the dead and raising undead is the consent of the soul to the resurrection, and these people have long given you their informed and enthusiastic consent to this.

Thus the Demon Queen and her people rise once more.

“I knew you could do it!” The Demon Queen reaches out to you, caressing your head with the tip of her fingers. “You’re so wonderful!”

You kiss the inside of her giant scaly palm. “I don’t think I can do it a second time. Please don’t die on me again.”

She gently lifts you to her shoulder and smiles a sharp and toothy grin. “Together, nothing can stop us!” 

The Demon Queen and her people rises once more, and you look at them-- scales and fur and spikes and spines and eyes and tentacles and mandibles and fangs and claws and any other bestial, insectoid, cephalopod, or unknowable monstrous features they possess-- you look at them all, at your new found family, and you feel nothing but love. 

You trained for years to become a high ranking cleric just to find out that adventurers don’t value you as anything other than a cheaper healing potion. Your anger leads you to joining the villain to show them just how terrifying Holy magic can be.

[honeybadger-has-a-grimoire]

Homemade Pumpkin Spice Creamer!

Hello, everyone! It’s Clover and I know it’s been a long while, but here is the Pumpkin Spice Creamer recipe for all my kitchen witches out there!

So the Pumpkin Spice creamer recipe is a bit of a spin on Jennie Blonde’s/the Comfy Cozy Witch’s Pumpkin Spice Syrup—my mom found out how much sugar goes into it and was like “NO! That is way too much sugar!”… and then proceeded to not fully wrap her head around it being a syrup versus a creamer. So, with her help, I tinkered a bit and came up with my favorite pumpkin spice creamer ever.

It’s great magickally as well, a lot of the spices used tend to have some sort of connection to abundance, vitality, and health—looking at you guys, Ginger and Cinnamon—as well as having some good relaxant effects on the brain (like Nutmeg). Plus a pinch of salt goes a long way to balance the taste and add a small bit of protection to anyone or anything!

Now, let’s talk about ingredients!

What You Will Need:

1. Two cups of heavy cream

2. At MOST a can of condensed milk — as much to taste, but don’t exceed a can. Condensed milk has a lot of sugar.

3. Three-quarters cup of pumpkin puree (I used the canned puree but homemade is fine too)

4. Pumpkin Pie spice to taste

5. Pinch of salt.

6. A small saucepan

7. A funnel

8. A glass, air-tight jar – I used the bustelo instant coffee jar. (Side note, those jars are amazing! You can use them for anything!)

Steps:

In a saucepan, pour two cups of heavy cream and stir as it’s brought to a low boil.

Pour the rest of your ingredients into the saucepan and continue to stir as creamer boils on low heat for about five to fifteen minutes.

Taste your creamer with a cup of coffee.

When finished, take your creamer off the stove and cool for an hour. Then take your glass jar, place a funnel on top to avoid spilling, and then pour the creamer into the jar.

Seal the jar up tight, and date it before putting it in the fridge. This lasted me for about a month.

Enjoy with your morning cup of coffee!

How To Add Some Kitchen Witchery:

When I made this creamer, I mainly used it as a protection and abundance spell. The weather was slowly turning and the nights were getting longer. I decided to ask for protection and help with survival from the gods as my family and I are not in the best of financial situations. My parents are doing all they can to get us out of it relatively unscathed, and we still have our house which I am entirely grateful for, but I figured some prayers and magick wouldn’t hurt either.

Salt is a great seasoning for protection due to its cleansing properties (protecting you from infections and cleaning wounds), and its connection to the earth which is an element I always connect with stability and protection. As for the pumpkin pie spices, they include spices commonly associated with spells dealing with abundance—cinnamon, ginger, all spice, etc.

While the pumpkin, and squashes in general, get associated with protection and abundance in my head due to their tough skin and, in Indigenous Agriculture, their use in the Three Sisters Farming method which allows for a plentiful and healthy crop when paired with Corn and Lima Beans. (I learned about that fun fact from Braiding Sweetgrass. It’s a book I highly recommend as someone who had no knowledge of any American Indigenous culture beforehand.)

But what really makes this spell work is its dedication.

The Pumpkin Spice Creamer I dedicated to Sir Cei/Kay, King Arthur’s foster brother and Steward of Camelot (at least in the Death of Arthur).

Across Arthuriana, Sir Kay has a lot of roles—trusted right hand of Arthur, Steward, the boastful foster brother, cook, and teacher to the next generation of knights being a few. With this in mind, I always considered Sir Kay the Arthurian Deity/Spirit of Hearth and Home. He protects his family (Arthur, Guinevere, and the Knights of the Round Table), in some kinder versions of the mythos, is a good steward and cook, and has a soft spot for kids.

Therefore, as I mixed the pinch of salt in my spice bowl with pumpkin pie spice, I asked for his protection over my house. As I stirred the ingredients in the saucepan, I asked for his blessings to help us pay bills and to be able to make the money we need to live happily.

I asked him for wellness of hearth and home—meanwhile offering my creamer and cup of coffee I used it with every morning to him as a thank you.

And it worked, which is all I can ask for.

Conclusion

The conclusion is quite simple. This Pumpkin Spice creamer was more of an act of honoring a hearth and home deity, as well as my own hearth and home in general, which makes this spell a lot more personal to write about. It worked because I wanted to connect with a certain deity that I felt a strong connection to despite not reading much about him yet.

Sir Kay slid easily into my life and practice as a Kitchen Witch that I was thoroughly surprised and thankful for. And honest to the gods, this creamer represents that entirely with how I made it and treated it.

But with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy it! If you make it, tell me how it goes and how much you liked it!

Sincerely,

Clover Constantine

[essenceofvoid]

A list of some of my DRs and a few things about them:

Perfect Childhood:

Like many of you, I had a less than ideal childhood. So I created this DR so I can heal my childhood trauma and inner child self.

-only child (don’t have to fight for parents attention)

-my parents are wealthy and can work from home or anywhere in the world. They only work for 30 minutes a day. (This leaves a lot of room to have quality family time, and means we can travel and go on vacations whenever we want to).

-I have every toy/movie/book I ever wanted (because I didn’t get them here).

-my 2 best friends live in the houses to the left and right of my house. We do everything together, go to school together, ballet class, joint family vacations.

Mermaid DR

-I was born a mermaid but can turn human whenever I want to, just go on land (like in Luca). All merfolk are able to do this, no matter what species (they can be of the octopus variety, or jellyfish, etc doesn’t matter). Also, no limits to amount of time you can stay on land.

-Humans and Merfolk coexist peacefully. Many humans and merfolk ✨mingle✨ and start families together. Nobody cares if you are mixed, there is no such thing as racism/classism etc. No one is better than anyone else, we all are equals and all care for each other like we would care for ourselves.

-Humans can visit mer cities whenever they want to, even live underwater full time if they please. They can wear spelled (magicked) jewelry, or drink a tonic, or even have magic infused tattoos that all give the human wearer the ability to not only breathe underwater indefinitely, but also anti-skin wrinkling (no more looking like a raisin).

-you can speak normally underwater (it’s clear to understand).

-my S/O is human and I love sharing my world with him.

-only the smaller fish are used for food by both merfolk and humans, as well as bigger ocean life. Meaning only little fishes are the food chain besides fruits and veggies and seaweeds. Sharks and whales and everything else coexist with merfolk and humans peacefully as well. The little fishes know it is their roles to be the food and accept their fate willingly 😭

-speaking of fruits and veggies, yes, there are underwater fruit trees and veggies unique to the merfolk (meaning they aren’t the same as what humans have on land but still unique and really good)!

Shapeshifter DR

-I can change my form into any living thing, anything that is a part of nature (including the wind). I spend time living as different animals.

-I can be a bird of any kind, even one that doesn’t exist on Earth, or even a mix of different birds.

-I can be a fish, or a whale, or a sea jelly or a coral, or some behemoth sea monster nobody knows exists.

-I can be a dragon, or a dragonfly.

I can be the rain falling down onto the planet, I can be the clouds, I can be the wind and blow leaves all around.

-I can be a tree, and communicate through my roots to the other trees.

-I can be a cat.

Literally anything, just to know what it’s like and not have to know what a credit score is. Also I don’t have to wear clothes. Lol.

Palia DR

-it’s a video game that I play on switch, but I had a very realistic lucid dream about it the other night and it was sooo fun, so I made it a DR!

-I have really high stamina, I’m super strong, and run very fast, but I’m still human. I can climb to the top of a cliff and jump off and slowly glide down on my trusty glider. It’s so fun.

-I get to explore the forests and beaches and caves whenever I want to (meaning I can go outside in the middle of the night and not worry about anything bad happening bc it’s safe).

-Magic ✨

-dating Hassian and Reth ❤️

-solving mysteries

-getting to hunt creatures without feeling bad, there’s no mess it’s just one arrow and then 💨 poof everything is neatly cut and cleaned into a pouch for me to carry instantly.

-getting to live in a beautiful village with friendly neighbors who actually care about each other and we have festivals all the time and just have fun!

These are just a few, but if anyone has any questions about any of these DRs let me know and I’ll see if I can answer them for you! (Also sorry if it looks boring this is my first long post and I don’t know how to do all the pretty things yet).

[blondrichclosetwitch]

God and me going crazy 1/27/17

This isn’t Horse.

Hi

(identifying) this is God. (holding back tears, then breaking down into sobs)

Am i going crazy?

I am?

What do you mean exactly?

Are you saying this is untrue information?

But isn’t Blond after me as i think she’s after me?

Yes...so don’t i have to stop doing the tantra.

And isn’t it true that she’s going and finding my clients and offering them 5,000$ to set me up?

Yes

is it true that Jakk and i are communicating through katie through a pendulum?

Yes

And that we’re somehow able to have sex through a pendulum?

Yes

And is it true that blond’s pregnant?

Yes

And is it true that she’s gonna miscarriage on april 17th

And that is part of her karma

(cries) is it true that my brother blames me..for katie’s acci–for katie being dead?

( i remember this; earlier that day fakekatie told me that my brother wished it was me who had died in my accident, rather than her. I was sitting on the couch when she told me, i think i hysterically called my mother)

Because we were both hit by cars. And because i lived, and she died.

Yes

(pause)

Is Blond attacking me at night again?

Is she still...yes—is she still raping me? Cause i feel the damage to my neck.

(there are tapes from december when i talk about what was happening at night , and then i woke up in a hotel room from someone fucking/choking me while i slept. fakekatie called it rape)

Should i tell jakk? Ok

(sighs) i didn’t say my prayers last night because i was beaten up by what i found out. I know i need to do it everyday and i know i need to do the cord cutting every day....is it something besides the cord cutting & psalm 91 that i should be doing?

Yes?

Can you put it in my head, please?

( some things to point out—i knew nothing about magick or the dead before katie’s death, and i definitely didn’t know i had psychic abilities, but by january i was already getting very clear pictures and words.i would saqy “put it in my head” and the message/visual would appear. Also, jakk & i had only been broken up for 6 months after 4 years together, so i was grasping at straws to figure out what was happening, because he has his mercury in the 12th house and runs cryptic anyway)

“The 10 commandments?”

And i got....”the psalm of psalms?” Is that all? Ok

And that will help?

Psalm of psalms....how long is it?

Can i just pick one every day? On top of psalm 91? Cause it looks like there’s a lot.

“Add a different one every day.”

So john is just gonna...so i shouldn’t try to reach out to john again..

I should?

You see why i can’t tell him about.....the text messages.

Yeah.

I get it now.

God, how am i going to do 12 more weeks without jakk?

I was good at tantra though.

I’ll find other teachers. God.

I know you’re going to take care of me i know you’re going to take care of me, but i just want to go back to sleep. Look at me.

(transmission)

You mean about the opening and getting all the information, and blond attacking me, and finding out about dad, and john blaming me, and mom not believing me and talking to jakk through a pendulum, and katie being gone, and not being able to do the work that is feeding my soul...and the culmination of all of it, and not being able to sleep..is making me go crazy.

So what do i do?

“Believe”

(transmission)

Put a picture of jakk in a frame too?*

(this is important, because it was the first time it was suggested I print out a picture of Jakk. I had no pictures of him in my apartment. )

I appreciate everything you do for me. How is my child?

Is she with jakk?

Is blond…..after she loses the baby?

Is that why i saw all those violent visions?

You helped me a lot this morning, thank you so much. Do you want me to start going to church?

Thank you.

(end of tape)

Encounter 2 1/27/17

(To Psychic Jakk)

I think that...you didn’t know that you were..i think you didn’t know what to make of what was happening to me back in september...but once i brought up the spells and once katelan brought up that Blond’s book was a curse, it made it clear to you and you put two and two together, and once the Nusch connection...that’s what sort of....cause i did a spell that they instructed me to do on New Years Eve. and that’s what originally made things..open up for us, but i didn’t do it all the way correctly because...because i didn’t do it all the way correctly so it didn’t work completely. But then i found the information about Nusch that i presented on my birthday. Nusch/Katie. And that’s when it opened a channel for you, i and nusch, and that’s when you started working with nusch.

And you started having sex with her. And then i guess you started working with Random, and i was sending you spirits, and i stopped communicating with you via text because “it wasn’t safe anymore” ...and um, ....and...yeah. So this is you. And this is me. And this is what we’re doing, and this is what we have to do.

And what they’re telling me is we are going to have some time once this.....comes....it’s still gonna be a long haul..but we’re protected. katie/nusch has got us, random has got us, this God creature has got us...you were mary magdalene, i was mary mother of god, katie was jesus. Blond was judas. Blond will do anything to kill me basically. And i know this. So i need to stay as safe as possible.

And the very sad part of that for me .....abandoning my work. Because i love my work. I’m really good at what i do. And men really need me. Badly. What time is it, it’s 1:35 and you need to leave in 25 minutes. I bet you want to have sex quickly (little laugh) before you go.

It’s gonna be a quickie.

Let me have one bite. Cause i literally have not ..eaten breakfast. Do you understand now that.. I’m so grateful that i don’t have to get a roommate for february. We’re going to be together. You’re gonna teach me things, and i’m gonna teach you things..and we’re not always going to make the most sense. And we may not have a baby, but that’s ok. We have spirit children. We have both lula and katie. And nusch.

And we have seriously some of the best..most insane sex..in the world. Like, kinda phenomenal. Like all the spirits say it. Should i bring my work phone in here just in case he calls? Would you think it was hot if i answered?

This is gonna be a quickie cause you have to go to work, but i promise i’ll make it up to you after work.

We’re just gonna go for it.

(the sex happens, transmissions start to occur)

I know

She hurt me, that’s why

She knocked me out...i’m sorry

(transmission)

Yes daddy

( a shift)

Protect me katie protect me katie protect me katie

Don’t let her in

Don’t let her in

Jakk, come back

(sex stops)

Why did Blond come in?

Why did Blond come in?

Did you feel Blond come in?

Did you feel blond come in?

Did you let her in?

*why*?

(pause)

Why?

(pause)

She just showed up?

You can’t let her in.

Do you understand that you cannot do that?

(pause)

You cannot do that.

That’s dangerous. That’s dangerous.

She is trying to *hurt* me. You cannot let her in.

I’m trying to get her out. You almost hurt me. She could have hurt me. You cannot, you can’t do that!

What?

Is it because i said...because i called you daddy?

Jakk you can’t....you’ve got to control yourself.

(sigh) then i won’t call you daddy, but you’ve got to know better!

You can not ever ever ever let her in!

Are we understood?

Ok.

Don’t bring Blond anywhere near me. Not even in your fantasies, not even in your fantasies! Ok?

I’m dead serious. It’s an invitation for danger, you could hurt me. Any place where you have allowed her to come in in the past with me has hurt me. So you can’t do it anymore. Ok? I’m not trying to yell at you, i’m just saying you can’t do that. And i’m sorry if i made a mistake by calling you daddy. I’m sorry. It was my mistake. It’s just, you know, we’ve done it before. I won’t do it again. My mistake. I’m gonna let you go to work. Take care. Don’t be upset, everything’s fine, we just *can’t* let her in. she can’t come in. we need her out, we need her gone. I’ll talk to you later.

What? I can’t read what you’re saying.

\are you saying i love you?

I love you. I’m not mad, i’m just trying to protect us. And i know she has a huge pull....i know. We just have to resist. Cause i felt the pull too. But we just have to resist.

We just have to, like.......pull away. And not give in. it’s ok babe, we made it out. We’ll have sex after work. It’ll be more relaxed. It’s gonna be ok.

You can have sex with me even though i’m not on the bed anymore. Alright i’ll talk to you later. (gets off the bed)

Jesus christ.

Encounter number 2.

(end of tape)

NR 74 1/27/17

(a few moments of silence)

Calling on Gina. gina from italy.

(pause)

Ginaaaaa

Hi gina

Nice to see you

I need some....truth. Cause i’m confused.

Number one thank you for coming.

Is jakk actually talking to me through the pendulum? Yes

So katelan does not know that is that correct

So she doesn't know the state of things with jakk and katie and nusch

So if she knew the story about nusch, she’d maybe have a different thing to say about separating from jakk. Ok. so maybe i should explain it to her

Um...is Blond still trying to rape me at night? And choke me? Yes I thought so.

( a ding on her phone)

Hold on that might be...

Ok, not seeing him. Bummer.

Did blond reach out to my client cary?

Fuck. that sucks.

And he would set me up!

But peter was fine, right?

So i should do the nanny thing to get extra money while i’m waiting tables

And i should do tarot and i really need to start studying.

And what i should do, i should give the landlord 1000 now and i’ll give him the 2nd half on the 15th. She did approach him, right?

What i want to know is how did she find him.

(calls Cary) What i want to know is how did she find you. Blond. Blond.

(pause)

Not according to my....Cary, i don’t....that’s not what i’m getting at all....you’re the 4th....you’re the 5th clients to call me out of the blue when i haven’t had a post cause i’ve taken everything down....yeah..and you only get in touch with me when i have something up, and she offered you 5000$ and you call me out of the blue. So.....right? (hangs up phone)

Gina.....

I can’t...

Giina you’ve been with me the longest

You’ve been with me since...september. Since italy. And i’m still in it. It’s almost february. Now i’m not doing the work anymore. Now i have to find a job. Now katie...katie’s been dead....almost 4 months. Do you think....and katie is my constant.

I’m hearing , we’ve still got all of feb and all of march..we’ve got 12 weeks..from what i can see Blond is trying to kill me.

It’s true that she’s pregnant, is that true ...

And you said when we last talked that she’s going to miscarry on easter monday....april 17th... (pause)

Is jakk trying to get away from her? In this world, in 2017, right now, is he actually trying to get away from her?

You’re telling me yes.

And the spiritual sex we’ve been having...that’s a real thing?

Can i answer misha real quickly, and you’ll stay with me? But i’ve got to..(texting about high maintenance )at first i dissociated and then i calmed down and found a way to stay present. I ended up staying 2 hours instead of one, and talking to katie for the second hour which they fucking loved. Katie says they will make me the actress for the episode.

Gina do you think that they’ll make me the actress? I’m neutral about it, well ok maybe i’m not completely neutral (laughs)

You think they will. You think so.

(texting) she totally showed off.

Ok so the stuff with jakk is real.

Is there a way that i can learn...that i can start to hear?

But you want me to study the tarot first. That’s fair. Cause that’s gonna be my money maker. And where do you want me to advertise to get readings and stuff?

(transmission)

You want me to sharpen up on my reiki

What??

Oh my god

Ugh

Ok what

(listing off names) neuro guido soski sweet jane cyrus oh fanaba. Maya....ah here it is 718 669 ____

I should call her right

What’s her name, maria?

( she calls. End of tape)

[toranoya]

Adam floated casually, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he snapped his fingers and magicked up a plate of BBQ ribs, which appeared in his hands with a burst of smoke. He took a deep, exaggerated sniff. "Ahhh, heavenly… literally." He grinned, taking a big bite, sauce dripping down his chin. "You’re welcome, kiddo. I mean, who else could whip up perfection this fast? Don’t say ‘Moxxie,’ or I might actually choke on this rib."

He gave a wink to Kari, wiping his face with the back of his hand, though he still managed to look smug. "Breakfast? You know, real angels—like myself—don’t really need to eat… but ribs? Who’s gonna say no to that? But hey, I could totally cook up something divine if you're in the mood for, say, ambrosia and nectar?" Adam glanced at Moxxie, eyebrows raised with sarcastic amusement. "Or are you craving something a little more 'hellishly' greasy, short stack?"

Moxxie, still trying to process the sudden changes around him and shaking off the effects of the sleep spell, scowled at Adam, ignoring the angel’s taunts. "Yeah, yeah, real impressive, Adam. You magic up a house and slap some ribs on a plate. Truly the pinnacle of celestial effort." He rolled his eyes, dusting himself off and glancing over at Kari with a softer expression. "And don’t mention it, kid. You slept through the night, and that’s what matters."

When she asked about breakfast, Moxxie thought for a moment, his stomach rumbling quietly. "Well, seeing as Mr. 'Look-at-me-I-can-summon-food' over here is busy gorging himself, how about something simple but good? We could make pancakes or maybe something spicy. I know a few tricks from Hell’s kitchens that might give your morning a little kick." He shot a pointed look at Adam, smirking. "Unless, of course, you’re just dying to show us how ‘divine’ your culinary skills really are. Maybe you can do more than just ribs?"

Adam, mid-bite, raised a brow at Moxxie, then dramatically wiped his hands clean with a flash of light. “Please, I’ve ascended beyond pancakes. But hey, you wanna prove you can make better breakfast than an angel? By all means.” He leaned back, ribs still in hand. "I’ll be over here… supervising."

Kari's guardian angel

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[uniquediamond]

A Simple spell for the new year!

You can do this for the first of every month, but today is a great day to do this spell as today is the start of a new year, and this can get you ready for what is to come in your life this year!

The Door Ritual

The front door of your house holds a lot of energy, people and their energies walk through your door, time and time again, some good and some bad. Let’s make use of that energy, first, I like to cleanse the space and myself before this activity. First, we have to cleanse any bad energy that has walked through our door or anything that has wanted to enter. Talk any salt and put it in your hand (my favourite is pink) and you will blow it off your hand out your front door (if you feel any negativity towards any other door in your house, you can do this for any door) this is an old way of banishing bad energies and spirits from entering or trying to enter your space. The next part is the part that can help you a lot through this year. Take cinnamon and put it in the palm of your hand and blow it out your door. This will bring luck and abundance into your space, this can lead to you having a successful year in what you hope for, money success at work, whatever is needed to guide you, this ritual can help you into the year with these goals. But keep in mind these things will only come Into your life if you work for them, this ritual is not a free pass, nor is any magic, it’s a guide, a push if you will

Also if you don’t have ground cinnamon on hand you can light your cinnamon stick like incense and incense your door way. This will work the same.

You don’t want your neighbours to see you your witchy rituals or you live in apartment where you can’t do this. Have no fear! As you can do an abundance spell and it can work the same, just do it at the first of this month and if you want to the first of every month- here is a spell I use

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Luck/abundance

Green candle

Money rice (rice dyed green)

Stones: tigers eye, selenite. Rose quarts, jade or any green stone

Cinnamon

Cloves

Bay leaf

1: take your green candle and some oil and rub it in cinnamon, during this, you can carve it with any symbol you feel will help you I use Taurus

2: put the candle in a fireproof container, along with the green rice and cloves.

3: surround the container with the crystals one for north, south, west and east (use ones associated with abundance)

4: right what do you want on a bay leaf “I wish for luck on the test, or I wish to be selected to get this house”

5: meditate with your purpose in mind with leaf in hand and when you feel like your are ready light the candle and burn the leaf in it, burn the candle until gone, and make sure leaf is full burned.

6. Let the candle burn you can do other things while it’s burning as the candle will do the rest as long as you believe in the spell.

I do this spell on the planetary alignment of Venus in Taurus. If you want to use zodiacs or aliments in spells I have a book that is great to learn.

The Witch of the Forest's Guide to Astrology Magick: Love Yourself... by Squire, Lindsay

And if you want to use planet alignment but don’t want to calculate it there is an app for that! Called Planetary which is based on your location.

You guys are more curious about learning astrology magic. Ask me some questions and I will make a post about it.

Please keep in mind that everyone’s way of doing their craft is different, if my post helped you that’s great, if it’s not your way of doing your craft, that’s ok too! My posts are meant to help not hurt, magic is a personal craft that is very different for every person. As long as intentions are set and you believe that it will work for you.