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Mini Protection Vial

For @apollog-y.

This is an all-around protection spell, but it can be modified with intent to specific situations. It can be applied to yourself, another person, or an entire household.

Needed:

  • a tiny vial with a cork
  • sea salt
  • black pepper / peppercorns
  • onion powder
  • basil
  • crumbled bay leaves
  • cinnamon
  • rosemary
  • two tealights (optional)
  • a taglock (optional)

Prep for spellwork in any way you wish or normally do.

If you would like, cleanse the vial, but it isn’t necessary.

If you are using the candles, light them now. 

Layer equal amounts of each ingredient in the vial, in the following order: sea salt, black pepper / peppercorns, cinnamon, onion powder, crumbled bay leaves, basil, rosemary.

As you add each ingredient, focus on your intent, and what you wish the herb to do for you. Do your best to feel the energy of each herb. Feel free to channel your own energy into the herbs to amplify them, continuing to focus on your desire to be safe.

If you wish to be protected from a certain scenario / person / etc., keep that in mind as you are channeling.

Out loud, or in your head, request the assistance of the herb’s energy to keep you protected. 

If you are doing the spell for a house, specify that you would like the entire area protected. If you are doing this spell for a friend, specify them by name and request the energies be directed toward them.

If you wish to use a taglock (either for yourself or for a friend), place it in the vial at the end, after all the other ingredients have been layered.

Close the vial.

If you used the candles, wait until enough wax has melted and pooled, and dip the cork / top of the vial into the wax, to seal it. You can find a tutorial for this by @witchy-woman [here].

Carry it on your person when you wish to feel its energies upon you.

If the spell is for a household, keep it in a central room if you can; otherwise, anywhere the vial will be kept safely is fine. If you are performing this spell for a friend, give the vial to them if you can.

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Finally getting around to posting my giveaway to celebrate 1000+ followers!

This includes:
A tarot reading from me
A basil grow kit
Sage seeds
A vial of ground Mint leaves
Rosemary seeds
A shell
3 clear quartz beads
An amethyst
A dyed geode
(1) uncracked Morrocan Geode
A satchet of Eucalyptus epsom salt bath soak
An incense burner/holder
A cork top glass jar candle (it smells great)

RULES:
1. You must be following me @baasic-witch
2. Don’t tag this as a giveaway
3. Don’t repost to a giveaway blog
4. Only reblogs count as entries (but please don’t spam your followers)

5. 18+ only since I will need your address to mail the prizes, or of you are under 18 please get permission from your parent or guardian 6. US residents only for this first giveaway 💜

I’m not sure on the end date yet but it will be after May 15th! Best of luck to all and thank you all for following me! ✨💕💜🌸

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This is my anointing/dressing oil for candles* in my money and business spells, reinforcing my intent. The best part, it’s super cheap and only as complicated as you make it.

Ingredients:

  • Basil
  • Ginger
  • Cloves
  • Cinnamon Stick(s)
  • Carrier Oil(I use olive oil)*

Tools:

  • A Bottle/Jar(no cork tops!)
  • Citrine*
  • Incense/Smoke(I use cinnamon)*
  • Music that talks about money/makes you feel rich*

Light your incense, cleanse your space, put on some music!
Cleanse your tools and set out all of your materials.
Add basil, ginger, cloves, and cinnamon stick(s) to the container.
Feel the properties of the ingredients in your fingers.
Match them with your intent.

Next, add the carrier oil and fill the container till there’s just enough room to let you shake it up.
Seal the bottle and dance.*
Shake the bottle as you dance your energy into the oil.
Set the bottle down after some time, place the citrine on top of it, then continue dancing over the bottle until you feel you can stop.

Occasionally shake the bottles at least once a day for a week and it’s ready.


((*Notes: Grapeseed oil, jojoba oil, and I mean technically any oil if you’re not planning on wearing it will work.
*Citrine is optional
*Incense are optional/used for cleansing
*If you are unable to use music or dance then meditate instead.))

Happiness Can’t Be Arranged, Chapter 4

For @glindalovesshoes​ who requested Regina caring for Roland when he’s sick; and for the anon who requested Regina overhearing Robin defending her to his father.

Previous chapters can be found HERE.

Thanks to @mearcats for looking it over and finding all my ridiculous errors :)

Keep reading

Hogwarts Is My Home p2 - Wolfstar

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, school is a bitch when you’re doing every hard subject. Enjoy!

Part One


Sirius hit Potter with the pillow once more before he heard the bathroom door close. He looked around for the fourth member of their room but did not find him.

“Hey Pettigrew, was that Lupin?” he asked Pettigrew.

“Call me Peter. And yeah,” Peter replied.

“Yeah, no need for formalities between friends right? Just James for me,” James hit Sirius again causing a brief battle to commence.

“Right.”

It finally ended only when the shower in the other room turned on.

Sirius threw his pillow behind him where it belonged and jumped down to sit on the bed, “Is he alright though?”

Peter and James looked at each other.

“He seemed fine to me,” James said copying Sirius, sitting on his own bed, “A little weird sure but there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“That’s not what I mean. He didn’t look like he was going to eat at the feast until I filled up his plate. Also, when he mentioned his mum he kinda, I dunno, closed off I guess? You were the first to meet him, Pete. You think anything was up?” Sirius and James both directed their attention to the mousey boy.

“I- uh. His Muggle clothes were pretty daggy. Second-hand and oversized, like his robes. He kinda zoned out for a bit too when I asked what house he might be in.”

Sirius thought for a bit and James looked over at him, his gaze almost calculating.

“Could have been something to do with his mum again. Maybe something happened to her?” James offered, adjusting his glasses. The other two nodded.

“He also didn’t have any money that I could tell. When the trolley came round it was obvious he wanted something, he lit up at the mention of chocolate,” Peter gave a small chuckle along with the others, “He couldn’t get any though. I gave him a chocolate frog, he ate it so fast.”

“Well he likes chocolate then,” Sirius laughed.

“Who doesn’t?!” Peter exclaimed and flushed when the other two laughed in a light-hearted, friendly way.

A few minutes of laughing and friendly banter about Peter’s size, James stopped, remembering something that Sirius mentioned.

“Wait, he only ate when you served him the food? What? That’s kinda a stuck up thing to do, you’re not a House Elf.”

The other two stopped laughing too.

“It didn’t seem that way. He looked nervous to take the food and only reluctantly ate it after I got it for him, almost as if he was going to get into trouble for eating it or something.”

“Hmm.”

The bathroom door shut, causing all the boys to jump. They hadn’t heard the shower shut off.

They all stared at Lupin as he put away his robes, now wearing his long-sleeved, oversized, light brown pyjamas.

“What?” Lupin asked them, with a look of amusement on his face but had a glimmer of fear in his eyes, “Have I got something on my face?”

James and Peter turned away and gathered up their own shower supplies to get in.

“No. You just startled us is all,” Sirius told him. Remus seemed to relax a bit but still stared at the other two warily.

Sirius went to go and get his pyjamas too, not bothering to have a shower, he’d do that in the morning, he was too tired now.

Lupin fiddled with the latch on his trunk before it sprung open and the tawny haired boy shrunk back with a small yelp, clutching his left hand to his chest.

“You okay Lupin?” asked Sirius as the other two had departed from the room moments before.

Lupin looked terrified, “Y-yes. I’m f-f-fine. Don’t w-worry about it.”

Sirius looked down at Lupin’s hand to glimpse an inflamed, angry red burn mark just below the boy’s palm. He crossed the room in under three steps and seized his hand in his own.

“What happened!?” Sirius looked at Lupin with a mix of worry and confusion.

The shorter boy tore his hand from Sirius’s grasp with a surprising amount of strength, “Just something I had in my trunk was hot. It’s fine.”

“That is not fine! You’ve got to go to the hospital wing!”

“Its fine,” Remus said softly digging in his trunk with his uninjured hand, as though he was looking for something.

“What are you doing?” asked Sirius, lowering the raised volume in his voice as he crouched down next to Lupin.

“Just – trying – to – Ahh! Got it!”

Lupin pulled out a small, green bottle with a cork in the top and no label, with a smile. He popped the cork and rubbed a dab of the substance on the burn, which immediately deflated and looked a bit better. Sirius looked at him with confusion, hoping Lupin would explain. Thankfully, he did.

“It’s just an old healing potion, an ointment my dad sells in a small time shop in our town,” Lupin shrugged.

“Yes, but why do you have it?”

“I’m clumsy,” said Lupin a-matter-of-factly.

Sirius couldn’t help but let out a small, exasperated snort, “Well that makes it normal then does it?”

Lupin tensed and grabbed a book out of his trunk before closing in with much more ease than it took to open and retreated behind the curtains on his bed, muttering a small “Goodnight” to Sirius.

Sirius, who was rather confused at the sudden finality of the conversation, got up and went to his own bed.

Not much later James came sauntering out of the bathroom in scarlet pyjamas with Golden Snitch’s on chuckling.

“You know Pete sings in the shower. I recon he forgot I was there.”

Earlier confusion forgotten, Sirius laughed along with his friend.

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When Sirius awoke the next morning, Lupin was not in the room, nor the bathroom, much to the pureblood’s disappointment. He had wanted to question him about what happened the night before, and see if the burn was any better.

“Morin’,” groaned Peter from two beds across from Sirius’s own.

“Hey Pete, you know where Lupin is?” Sirius asked, gesturing to the empty bed.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced behind him at Lupin’s bed, “No. Maybe he’s downstairs.”

“Maybe.”

A loud yawn sounded from the bed between Peter’s and Sirius’s.

James’s curtains split open to reveal an overly messy mop of dark hair, “Morning lads.” He looked around, “Where’s Lupin?”

“We were just wondering that,” Sirius informed him.

James huffed, apparently still to groggy to care at the time being.

“You two know when breakfast is?” asked Peter.

Sirius laughed and James threw a pillow at the confused Peter.

“Oh screw off Pete! I’m not even properly awake yet!”

Once the three boys had dressed they headed down to the common room in search of their missing roommate.

“Hey Evans!” James yelled, looking much more awake now, “Seen Lupin?”

Lily Evans looked up from the book that was resting in her lap. Neither Sirius nor James recognised the title but Peter did from his dad’s book collection back home. The title read, ‘The Hobbit’.

“Lupin? No, I haven’t seen him. Isn’t he in your room?”

“Yeah but he wasn’t there when we woke up so we thought he’d be here. Obviously not,” said Sirius, voice trailing off slightly at the end.

A pretty, brunette girl sitting with a group of other first year girls yelled over to the boys, mainly James and Sirius, “Who cares about your lost puppy, come sit with us!”

Sirius scowled. Lupin was no puppy. Sure he was weird and seemed shy, but a puppy? They didn’t see his strength when he got out of Sirius’s hold. James also looked a bit uncomfortable, glancing sideways at Sirius, noticing his expression. Peter just looked confused.

“Fisher! Can’t you see I’m talking to them?” snapped Evans.

“Okay. Jeez. Sorry Evans.”

Evans shook her head as the girls went back to chatting, “You should check the Great Hall. He might be having breakfast already.”

“Thanks,” said all three of the boys before the left the room, James looking back at the red head with a look Sirius could only describe as longing.

“She’s gorgeous,” proclaimed James when they approached the open doors of the Great Hall.

Sirius elbowed him lightly with a smirk, “Told you, you fancy her.”

“Do not.”

“Yes you do.”

“Lads,” interrupted Peter.

James and Sirius looked up to see Lupin sitting as far away from everyone at the Gryffindor table as possible, carefully picking out a second egg from the food racks, his plate had already been half filled with food.

Sirius plopped down next to him while James sat on the other side, Peter next to James.

“Morning Lupin. Wondered where you’d gotten to,” Sirius said, smiling that they had found him.

Lupin smiled and slightly flinched as he dropped the egg on the racks, still trapped. Sirius noticed that his left hand was bandaged.

“Is that from yesterday?” Sirius gestured to the hand.

Lupin froze and stared at the bandaged hand, “Y-yes.”

“What happened yesterday?” asked James, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Nothing,” Lupin exclaimed instantly.

The boys went silent and Lupin went back to carefully trying to get the egg out, almost as if he didn’t want to touch the racks…

After seeing him struggle a bit more Sirius intervened, “Need a hand there mate?”

Lupin looked at him, “I’m alright. Th-thanks though.”

Sirius shook his head and got the egg for him. To his surprise, Lupin looked annoyed.

“I said I was alright,” he flushed, “You didn’t need to do that.”

Sirius felt a tug in his lower stomach that he couldn’t explain.

“So, why’d you disappear so early?” he asked, changing the subject.

“I wanted to get into the library before class this morning.”

“Why?”

Lupin ducked his head and shoveled some egg into his mouth to avoid the question, blushing?

Sirius noticed this and waited for his mouth to be clear so he could answer.

Lupin, realising the question would not be dropped this time, swallowed and sighed, “I’ve already read my textbooks. I wanted some extra reading.”

James’s mouth hung open, “You’ve already read them? All of them? Completely? Cover to cover?”

Lupin gave a shy, but proud, smile, “All of them. Cover to cover.”

“Blimey. I haven’t even opened any of mine!”

“Really?” Lupin looked stunted, “I pretty much read them all when I first got them.”

“Is that what you do with your time them? Read?” asked Peter, sounding genuinely confused.

“Well it’s not like there’s much else I can do…” he muttered, eating more of his eggs.

James heard him, “What do you mean ‘not much else’ you can do?”

Lupin flushed, “There isn’t much around where I live and we haven’t got much money for anything but the essentials. My mum had heaps of books before-,” his eyes widened and he stopped talking, getting up and leaving James, Sirius and Peter very confused.

Sirius watched him go and James spoke up, “Before what?”

They all looked at each other.

______________________________________________________________

Sirius didn’t see much of Lupin over the course of the day. He, James and Peter would sit near the back while Lupin sat closer to the front. At first, Sirius thought he was avoiding them so no one would ask questions about why he had left early only after eating no even two eggs for breakfast as he would always be the first to leave the class. He later realised that seemed to just want to get to class before anyone else to talk to the teachers as he saw Lupin talking to Professor Slughorn when he and the others turned the corner.

“Ahh, yes, Mr Lupin, I am very aware of your…. Condition. But you needn’t worry of course, no, I’m sure you’ll be able to get the notes you miss off some of your friends.”

Lupin looked down, “I don’t have any friends though sir….”

Sirius felt a twinge of guilt in his chest and looked at James who had also overheard the conversation. Peter was too busy gawping at a pretty Hufflepuff girl passing to notice.

‘Why does Lupin think he doesn’t have any friends? Maybe it’s because we continue to call him Lupin when we use each other’s first names,’ thought Sirius, ‘Also what, condition?’

He made a mental note to inform Lupin that they were his friends later that night.

Potions sped by until they finally had their last class of the day, Transfiguration.

Lupin didn’t seem to disappear off to talk to McGonagall though, much to the other three’s surprise.

The class started but Sirius found he wasn’t paying attention, but starting over at Lupin, trying to figure him out. Lupin shivered and looked over his shoulder with a confused and annoyed look at Sirius who stiffened and listened to McGonagall for the rest of the lesson.

After class, Lupin packed his books up was about to leave before, “Mr Lupin! I would like to speak to you please.”

Lupin froze and turned back to McGonagall who gave him a polite smile.

The classroom cleared, along with James, Peter and Sirius, who hovered outside the door listen in. Luckily for Lupin though, Professor McGonagall cast a silencing charm on the room so the boys didn’t hear a thing.

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Lupin entered the Great Hall when everyone was already at their tables, or with friends, eating. Sirius waved him over to where he and the others were seated, but Lupin ignored them and sat on the end of the table.

“What’s up with Lupin?” asked Peter.

“I have no idea,” replied James.

Sirius stared at the mop of tawny hair with a rejected expression.

After mostly eating what was left on his plate, Sirius said goodbye to the others to go and sit with Lupin.

He plopped down next to him and was ignored, “Hi-ya Lupin.”

Lupin looked up at him for a second with an expression Sirius didn’t recognise and then went back to his food. Sirius noticed there wasn’t much on his plate even though he had practically just walked in. It was probably because he didn’t serve himself a lot again, thought Sirius.

“Is that all you’re eating?”

Lupin stiffened, “I’m not that hungry.”

“You said that first day.”

“I know. But I’m not.”

“You didn’t even finish your eggs this morning.”

Lupin didn’t reply.

“Hey, look. I’m sorry. We, me, James and Pete, we overheard you talking to Slughorn.”

Lupin stiffened but didn’t say anything.

“I just came over here to just tell you that… you do have friends, Remus,” the shorter boy looked up, surprised, at the use of his first name, “You are our friend, mine, James’s and Peter’s.”

Remus smiled shyly, still looking unsure, “Really?”

Sirius felt his heart break a bit at the expression of such longing and hopefulness at the offer of acceptance on the smaller boy’s face, “Of course.”

“Thanks, Bla-Sirius.”

Butterflies fluttered around in his stomach at the sound of his name spoken by Remus.

People started leaving the Great Hall and Remus frowned, looked down at his watch.

“I have to go. I’m sorry.”

Sirius was confused, “What? Go where?”

“I… uh… have to…” Remus set down his cutlery, “It’s not important. I’ll see you late Sirius.”

He got up and left with a wave before Sirius could reply.


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Arthur x Reader: Alone Together Part 2

I don’t own the GIF, and I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.  Other than that, enjoy!

No one moved.

No one breathed.

They all stared in silence at where you had just been standing.  Arthur was like a statue.  Eventually Lancelot spoke up.  “Arthur, I’m so—”  He didn’t get a chance to finish.  Arthur lunged forward and grabbed the front of Lancelot’s tunic, shoving him up against a broken pillar.

“You’re what?  You’re sorry?” He hissed.  “I don’t care if you’re sorry.  I finally had her back.  And now she’s gone.  Again!” He drew his fist back and Lancelot prepared for the blow.  Merlin however, had faster reflexes.  He grabbed Arthur’s fist.  Arthur tried to shake him off, but Merlin held on tight.  “What are you doing?” He shouted.

“Arthur, calm down!”  Arthur whirled on his manservant.  

“Calm down?  Calm down?!”  He screamed, absolutely livid.  “Y/N was missing for months and I just watched her be taken away from me again.  I have no idea where she is, who she’s with, or if she’s even alive!” Arthur’s voice cracked.  Merlin watched him sympathetically.  Arthur didn’t speak.  He just stared at his

feet.

“We’ll find her, Arthur.”

“How do you know?” He snapped.

“She came back once; that means she can come back again.” Merlin reasoned.  

“How?” He said bitterly.   “She was taken by magic.  You all saw it.” He pointed to where the rift was.  “There’s no way to get her back.”  The answer hung unsaid in the air, until Merlin finally spoke up.

“…But there is a way.” He said softly.  Arthur stared at him as though he’d grown another head.

“You know that’s not an option.”

“So what’s your plan?” Arthur didn’t answer.  “Are you really willing to turn away the one solution we may ever find?”

On the one hand, magic was outlawed in Camelot.  What sort of example would he be setting as King?

But on the other hand… Y/N.  This might be the only chance he’d get to see her again.  He’d give anything to get her back.

The choice was easy.

“What do you propose?”


“So tell me what happened again?” Arthur groaned from his seat at the weathered wooden table.  

“I told you.  She got—”

“Sucked into a rift in space and sent to a world far away from here.  I know.”

“Then why did you ask?” The old wizard turned and grinned at him.

“Just to see if you’d listen.” He poured what he had been mixing into a small flask.  He shoved a cork in the top and handed it to the King.

“And what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Drink one third of it and think about where you want to go.”

“Why a third? Am I going to die if I drink more?” His sarcastic response was answered with a smart rap to his head.  “Hey!”

“One third to get there.  One third to get back.  And the last is for her.”  Arthur nodded in understanding and turned to leave.  The door slammed and Arthur whirled around, drawing his sword.  The old wizard waggled a finger at him.

 “Didn’t your parents ever teach you manners?  You know, just because you’re a King doesn’t mean you can’t learn some manners!”  Arthur raised an eyebrow.

“Thank you,” He said at last.  “Truly.”  He turned to open the door, but stopped at the last second.  “You know,” He said, turning around.  “You remind me of a friend of mine.” He was going to say more, but was interrupted by a book flying at his head.

“Go!”  Arthur glared at the wizard and left.  When he was gone, Merlin shed his disguise and watched Arthur’s retreating form.  He had no idea how you managed to fall in love with such a clot pole.


Arthur locked the door to his chambers, and relieved his guards for the night.

 He turned the flask over in his hands, studying it.  He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.  He had no idea if the wizard was telling the truth, or even what he was about to drink.

But it was for you.

And he’d go to the ends of the earth for you.

Without another thought, he opened the flask and tipped it back.


You wiped your eyes as you dropped your bag on the foot of your bed.  You didn’t bother changing; you just pulled the covers back and crawled into bed, pulling the blankets up and over.  You lay there in the dark.  Just thinking.  
You knew it wasn’t a dream.  As soon as you were back, you opened your computer and googled Merlin.  You checked the episodes, and sure enough, Lancelot was there right up until the end of season 5.

You weren’t sure if it made you feel better or worse.

You went back to your normal life, but now that you knew what was missing, it wasn’t the same.  You were going through the motions.  By the time you got home, all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and go to sleep.
Which found you in bed at 5:30.  You were seconds away from falling asleep when you  heard something that made your heart stop.

“Now, I wonder where Y/N could be?” You didn’t move, convinced you had finally lost your mind.  

Then a hand tugged the covers off you.  You blinked in the light, and when your eyes focused, your hands flew to your mouth as you let out a gasp.  Arthur was kneeling next to your bed, smiling softly at you.  His face was filled with so much love, and before you could stop yourself, you had shot towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, throwing him off balance.  He instinctively wrapped his arms around you as he fell back.  You were laughing and sobbing and Arthur was holding you as tightly as possible, nuzzling his face into your neck.  He carefully sat up, still holding onto you as you settled in his lap. You looked up at him and smiled shakily.  He wiped the tears from your cheeks.  “You don’t have to cry anymore,” He told you.  You smiled a little more surely, and pulled his face down to yours.  Your lips moved together gently, and he held you like you were made of china.  When you pulled apart he stood up, cradling you in his arms.

“Are you ready to go home?”  You nodded.  He smiled, and carefully raised a flask, still holding onto you.  He tipped the contents into his mouth and pressed his lips to yours, passing some of the mixture to you.  You felt wind blow around you, and when you pulled apart and opened your eyes, you were home.

Thanks to Alexandrin for requesting this one!

anonymous asked:

Hello. May I pls request the RFA's reaction to an extremely creative and handy MC? (Like she uses pens for chopsticks COS COLLEGE LIFE or creates customized notebooks)

This was a cute ask! Thank you anon~

I used situations where MC does different life hack kinda things? I hope you don’t mind!

Yoosung

  • Yoosung usually insists that he cook dinner for you, considering that he actually got pretty good at cooking over the years.
  • But today… he was pooped after a long day of sick puppies
  • “MC~, honey, I’m so tired. How about when I get off I pick up pizza?”
  • “Are you sure? I can just cook and dinner can be ready by the time you get off”
  • “No, it’s fine really. It’s been so long since I’ve had pizza anyways. I use to eat it all the time in my college days, but I’ve grown since then. Haven’t I, honey? Do you think I’ve become more manly?”
  • “Of course, Yoosung. You’re the man of my dreams… And pepperoni is the pizza of my dreams. So don’t be too long!”
  • He laughed on the other end of the phone. “Alright, I’ll be home as soon as I can”
  • Once Yoosung got home, he had the pizza but.. It was cold -_-
  • “I’ll warm it up for you, honey! I’m sorry it’s just the pizzeria is so far away. I guess by the time I picked it up and drove home it got cold”.
  • Next time Yoosung called exhausted from work you insisted that time you get the pizza.
  • It took quite a bit of convincing but he finally agreed.
  • He got home before you and you showed up a little after.
  • “Honey! I’m so sorry you had to go all the way across town to get the pizza! Next time, I’ll fight through my tiredness and just cook for you, I promise!”
  • He took the boxes out of your hand.
  • “Woah, these are still warm. Did you speed getting here?”
  • You opened the box and grabbed a piece, cheese strings hanging down.
  • “Mmm~ I just turned the seat warmers on to keep the pizza warm”.
  • Mind blown
  • His brain exploded
  • Bye bye Yoosung
  • “Honey! You’re brilliant!”
  • “How’d I ever get so lucky to end up with a creative, smart, and amazing lady like you”
  • He praised you with a mouthful of pizza.
  • Which made it all the more cuter

ZEN

  • You walked into the kitchen to find Zen Chugging a water bottle.
  • There were two other ones already empty on the counter.
  • He had no shame standing there shirtless and sweaty.
  • His work out pants hanging low on his waist, revealing his defined V-lines.
  • You’re gawking was cut short as Zen slammed down the third bottle.
  • “Jagiya, hello~”
  • “What are you doing, Zen?”
  • “Oh this?” He picked up the bottle again.
  • “I gotta stay hydrated, babe. I started a new intense workout routine, so I gotta make sure I drink lots of water”
  • “So you just down three bottles at once?”
  • “Yeah? Why not?”
  • “Well” You reached in the cabinet and grabbed a reusable water bottle, then opened a drawer and pulled out a permanent marker.
  • “Instead of drinking a big portion at once,” you began to mark times on the water bottle, “you can use this to make sure you drink 8 cups by the end of the day”
  • Zen grabbed the bottle and looked at it confused.
  • “So you fill the bottle up when you wake up, and then throughout the day, you make sure you drink that amount of water marked at the time it shows.”
  • “So by 12 in the afternoon, you need to have half the bottle done, then at 3 you should have the bottle finished and refill it, and so forth.”
  • Zen pulled you in a tight hug.
  • “Zen, you’re sweaty!”
  • “Oh but you’re intelligent and creative mind is so sexy, Jagiya~”
  • “I just wanna kiss it!”
  • And you were smothered in kisses after that
  • And the rest of your night consisted in you convincing him to shower before he showed any physical affection.
  • You may or may not have joined him

Baehee

  • The cafe hasn’t been getting many customers lately.
  • So you both decided that maybe adding something new to the menu will reel them in.
  • You both wanted something rare, something you wouldn’t find at just any cafe.
  • You came up with the idea of cookie dough cupcakes.
  • You had just finished your first batch and they looked delicious.
  • “Alright, first batch done and ready to be tasted. Are you ready, MC?”
  • Jaehee looked nervous as she put down the two cupcakes for you both.
  • You admired the amount of care and effort she put into the cafe. You could really tell that she loved this.
  • And you loved it too.
  • You were both sitting at the counter, a cupcake in front of you.
  • She was just about to take a bite when she stopped to watch you as you completely cut the cupcake in half horizontally.
  • You then proceeded to put the lower half of the cupcake on top of the icing half, making a sort of cupcake sandwich?
  • You then proceeded to take a bite of the cookie dough cupcake sandwich and she watched you with curiosity.
  • She gulped at the site of you gleaming with a mouth full of cupcake and some icing on the corner of your lips.
  • “It’s good, but maybe a little less sugar next time. It’s already sweet enough with the cookie dough in it”
  • You noticed Jaehee was looking at you like she discovered a new species.
  • “You don’t think so? Do you like it?”
  • “Why did you… cut it and..”
  • “What, this?” You picked up your cupcake.
  • “It just makes it easier to eat, and less messy”
  • You watched her as she then made her cupcake like yours and took a bite.
  • She blinked rapidly and chewed slowly.
  • “You’re right. A little less sugar”
  • You grabbed your napkin and wiped the icing at the corner of her lip.
  • She blushed deeply
  • Ooooh Beahee is so pretty and cute with her hair tucked behind her ear and pink tinted cheeks >.<
  • “I’m so lucky to have such a creative partner like you”
  • “I lack creativity, I stick to logic, so I strongly believe that I wouldn’t have been able to run  this cafe and make it as successful as it is without you”.
  • “I’m thankful that you asked me to be your partner, Jaehee. This is something I would’ve never seen myself doing, but I enjoy this so much!”
  • Cute girlfriend bestfriend hug!

Jumin

  • Jumin has been so busy lately
  • His father forced a project on him that took up a lot of his time
  • You two haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together, so Jumin said that tonight he wanted to have an elegant evening of dinner with you
  • A maid helped you set up the table and a top notch chef came to cook for you both so that when Jumin got home everything would be ready.
  • You wore a fitting red dress and black heels
  • You’re hair loosely curled
  • As you were patiently sitting at the table, sipping wine, you heard the door click.
  • You saw the black tuff of Jumin’s hair and you stood up to greet him, taking off his jacket and planting a kiss on his lips.
  • “Welcome home, love”
  • “I came back as early as I could. I was so eager to see my wife. I missed you.”
  • You both sat at the dining room table, near the window that had a view of the whole city before you.
  • “MC, would you like more wine?”
  • You smiled and handed him your glass, “Yes, please”
  • He grabbed a new bottle, insisting that night that you let him bring out his most expensive wine.
  • You watched as he struggled to get the wine bottle open.
  • He attempted over and over again, slowly getting more and more frustrated.
  • “I can’t remember where I placed the corkscrew. How irritating. I’ll call a guard up here”
  • “No, Jumin. Let me.. Please”
  • He could never say no when you said please like that. You’re eyes all big and lips so.. He couldn’t handle it
  • He handed the bottle to you and watched as you stood up and and went  to a drawer in the kitchen
  • Curiosity sparked in him as you pulled out a nail and hammer
  • “Please be careful, MC”
  • You hammered the nail half way into the cork and Jumin stood immediately, ready to aid you if anything happened
  • “MC, let me call a guard to get it, please”
  • “I have this under control, Jumin. After living by yourself for a few years with no guards or maids or chefs to assist you when you need it, you kinda learn a few tricks to help you get by”
  • Jumin was a stubborn man, but you were his even more stubborn wife. He knew he was not going to be able to stop you once you had your mind set on something.
  • Once the nail was halfway in the cork you put the top of the nail in between the legs of the hammer and proceeded to pull upwards.
  • The cork slowly began to slip from the bottle as you pulled on the nail.
  • You heard a satisfying pop as the cork came off and the wine bottle was open.
  • You smiled and returned to the table with the now open wine bottle, pouring Jumin and yourself a glass.
  • Arms were wrapped around your waist and warm breath cascaded down your ear and neck as that familiar deep voice spoke to you softly.
  • “I could use a creative mind like yours to help me with a new cat project I’ve been wanting to start”
  • “Are you offering me a position?”
  • “If you’re willing to accept”
  • “Well, that all depends on the pay, Sir. I accept no less than 10 kisses an hour”
  • “You play a hard bargain, but I might be willing to make an exception and pay it all forward now”

Saeyoung

  • “MC!”
  • “MCCCCCCC”
  • “MCMCMCMCMC”
  • “WHAT! I’m in the shower Saeyoung!”
  • “But I need youuuuuuuu!”
  • “Just wait I’m almost done!”
  • “But I need you nooooooooooooow! It’s an emergencyyyyyy”
  • You huffed and mumbled curses as you yanked your towel off the rack and pulled it around your torso.
  • Seven was sitting at his computers holding a PhD Pepper and a silly straw with a pout on his face
  • “What”
  • “The straw won’t stay in the soda”
  • -_-
  • :(
  • -______-
  • :(((((((((((((((
  • You snatch the silly straw and soda from him
  • Twist the tab so that its over the hole
  • Stick the straw through the tab and into the drink
  • And guess what
  • It stayed
  • “MY FUTURE WIFE IS A WIZARD”
  • “Future wi-”
  • He pulled you into his lap
  • Smothered you in kisses
  • And then you felt a breeze
  • You both stopped and looked at the towel on the floor
  • 0///0
  • Who said Zen is the only one that has an inner beast?

This is my first request I’ve ever done so I hope I don’t disappoint! I will be doing more asks that have been sitting in the inbox from oldest to newest and feel free to send in more requests!

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Punk Witchcraft, Broke Witches, Complete Magic.

In hoodoo traditions, rootworkers gather dust from the land around them. My friend takes dirt from the bank buildings for prosperity, graveyard for the dead, crossroads to see into the spirit world. 

They take the land and work magic from beneath their hands, prayers from the bible mixed with the roots from the Devil’s boots and tiny yellow petals from Worts of Saint John growing wild in the park, placed in bags of red flannel, fed and birthed as little spirits.   

Sufi mystics writing passages from the Koran onto thin pieces of rice paper. Fill with herbs. Steep in tea. Burn to ash. Praying to their ancestors and God. 

My social worker in the group home took my palm, her fingers tracing the lines on the back of my hand, speaking about my past, my future, scars and hurts in the present. 

She makes me tea. Writes secret passages on pieces of rice paper and bay leaves when I’m not looking. Steeps them in the cups of warm water. 

Tells me what her Djinn speak to her when no one else is listening.

My great grandfather told fortunes in the main house on his land, in the courtyard by the peach tree that bloomed with pink blossoms during the summer time. 

On the stone table before him, he would cast green copper coins with tiny holes in their middles onto red cloth. Consult fortunes from the worn, thread bare Book of Changes between his palms. Light sandalwood for the ancestors. Draw intricate patterns with mao bi brushes onto yellowing pieces of parchment. 

Burn to ash, mix with dongquai roots and ginseng. Exorcised the yin plaguing his clients, healed bodies, read the dragon veins of the land and moved accordingly. 

I take the dirt from beneath my hands, mix them in the bowls with fresh rain water, hair from the crowns of my own head, red thread and iron nails. Fill in the blue glass bottles before me. Cork the top. Bury under the front porch. Keeps away the shadows and dark sided things with poison on their tongues. 

I have learned that my magic can come strongest when it comes from the land, comes organically from the places around me. 

Invest in a good knife, a sturdy metal cup, a solid earthen platter and bowl, a good branch of some hard wood, a bright candle. Invest in my prayers, in my charms, in the land beneath my feet and the dirt that falls between the cracks of my fingers. 

Remember my roots, the wisdom of the people I have learned from and the wisdom of my ancestors. 

Love Potions - C.H. AU

Requestomgggg can you do a calum hogwarts imagine???

Summary: Calum Hood is a mischievous Slytherin that loves getting into trouble and danger, and has a massive crush on a Hufflepuff named Y/N, who hates his guts.

Pairing: Calum x Female Reader

A/N: I know nothing about Harry Potter, which is why I’ve pushed this one off for so long, but I finally came back around to this imagine and gave it my best shot and got this. THIS SUCKS SO BADLY.


Y/N always glanced over at him with a glimmer of disgust whenever he spoke, her eyes rolling as her lips mocked his words. She made it clear that she disliked him, hating everything from the stupid curly hair on his head to the ego that could be spotted from the moon. He was always trying to pick a fight, always getting into trouble in class and always escaping his house beyond curfew to find something to occupy that tiny little pea-brain in his head. If anything, hate was actually a sugar-coated term. Y/N despised Calum Hood. Good thing potions was her weak spot, because this plan wouldn’t work otherwise. 

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Spell for comfort:
- In a small jar that you can carry around with you if needed, add a pinch of rosemary
- add some sea salt for protection (mine happened to be infused with lavender)
- put in a cotton ball and add a few drops of a comforting essential oil (I highly recommend chamomile)
- while adding the drops say

“Bring me comfort and bring me peace
Bring me solace from stress and grief
A blanket of protection keeps me warm
Safe from every kind of storm”

- sprinkle some lavender on top
- cork it but don’t seal it with wax; when you need extra comfort you can open it and give it a sniff

Making Your Own Tinctures

Tinctures are made by extracting, and preserving, the active properties of herbs using alcohol. In early times, this was accomplished by boiling the herb in wine. Tinctures have a stronger action than infusions or decoctions and can be made with fresh or dried herbs, but some herbs may require different strengths of alcohol (15-90% proof).

DO NOT use industrial alcohol, methyl alcohol, or rubbing alcohol (isopropyl alcohol). To make non-alcoholic tinctures, replace the alcohol with vinegar or glycerol.

Recipes

Tincture
Most tinctures are made using the standard 1:3 or 1:4 ratio (one part herb to three or four parts alcohol)

For a one quart jar

  • 2 oz (50 gr) dried herbs or 100 g (4 oz) fresh herb
  • 2 cups (600 ml) alcoholic liquid (usually vodka, gin or rum)
  • 1 cup water (300 ml)

To make larger batches, a basic simple recipe: Fill sterilized jar half full of dried herb. Cover with vodka. Add enough water to fill to just below rim of jar. Add more water if necessary after a few days if herb is not still immersed in the liquid.

Place the herb in a large, clean, glass jar and cover with the alcohol. Close the jar and label. Shake well and store in a cool, dark place for ten to fourteen days, shaking the jar every one or two days. At the end of that time, pour the mixture into a wine press or cloth bag and express the liquid from the herb. Discard the herb. Pour the tincture into clean, dark, glass bottles and close the bottle with a cork or screw top lid. Label. Tinctures will generally keep 5 or more years.

Mind Tricks (I)

Originally posted by suhomysuho

“You’re welcome.”

“Excuse me?” You turn around from your desk to look at your teammate with a half smile.“Your last free coffee’s already waiting by your desktop, genius.  A week is all we agreed to when you helped me with that presentation.”

“Wrong answer.” Baekhyun smirks and pushes off the counter he was leaning on to saunter into your shared corner. He flops into his seat. “The correct answer is: ‘Thank you so much, Baekhyun, my best friend in the world, for solving my weeks long inability to make a move on my crush.‘”

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The Drunk History of Fall Out Boy Put through 8 layers of Google Translate before being translated back into English.

However, in the summer of 2001, when Joe meets Patrick, seems to be “Yes, I know that music.” As for Patrick, “Yes, I know more about the music.”


“I mean, impossible..Do do? Since the start of the band” Patrick “Yeah, it’s great.” So it was like, ‘Yo, this is a list that is not music store. “
They met in the home of Patrick. When Patrick was wearing pants and socks and hats. Patrick played drums fucking reason, Pete reasons. And they began to play with, uh, asobase covered by another group, "worth the price.”
The Misfits Green Day whore and she was like the Ramones and shit. Joe Pitt, “he played the team will play a few tricks of the fall of the child. He said it was necessary to” change sucked.
Well, Pete and Patrick “Hey, drugs, we need a drummer, cock.” A “as
Drums and Patrick, who is a singer. Patrick was like. "I am the voice of the soul” A “There is unanimous, wait, I said something like,” Hey, look at YeEEEEEEEEEEeeeeAAAAAHHHHhaaaHHHEEaaH! “
I was like, 'Oh my God, it sounds like a soul. ” As soon as I hung up the song and was like, “where TONIIIIiIIIIIiiiiIIIIiiiiiiiiGHT child?”
The “Hello, this is a perfect sex” Fall Out Boy, it was.
And spent the night of his life, noting that a former girlfriend. Night and former girlfriend, everyone wants.
“He called me in the evening, and the company.”
The former girlfriend. He called the former girlfriend the night. It is known that the consumption of the company, that’s true, it’s not a problem.
Pete talks about Patrick and Joe said, “Hey, Hey Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck dooooooope will be armed!” It’s like
To the plate he was called to take him to the grave. They do this without a drummer, three or four positions. 4. The fourth drummer, and this man was, or something like Papa Roach, what, Josh Block Andy Hurley that “there is vanilla, while Tutu received were similar. Praying in the grave. Fuck the record.”
And no, was killed, and it was as if “Pshhh, Bigidalilililililila”. Giraffe “fun fur game, language, click” sound to fuck her own success, killing women.
Damn tattoo, it will be what the heck?
These people know what’s going on, “that it has signed, with the support arms.
"I have a tent, even those that are hard to hell if I sign, I will.” And it was like,
Pete “I like dooooooope hell with this problem, a man called to do in the grave, it is called cork oak forests that would be a good whore.”
The “Sugar Patrick, it must be true for housing should maintain the artistic, so the album’s three songs called Memories [burp] below $ 20 nosebleed”
And it’s one, two, three, three, two, one, three, four, and if there was Dopukuso graphics -5,6,7,8,9,10 crap on this board in 1001 to 4 m Records- 10 million recorded in the lower part Sales of cork trees and 15 million albums!
Brendon Urie is set and nothing to do. “He goooooooooood” Pete said Patrick, it was like “I can do what I want, damn it!”
And Joe, it was like, 'Yeah, it does not matter, a good man. “ Andy was like, 'Cool, yes. ”
And Pete is a man who is beautiful, a lot of time, people are nice, and I want to change that. I fucking want to live “a good man. I’m all right, I want every child to be considered.”
Shut up!
Well, shit.
Pete, my God, I’m very worried that the fuel “is”. Then I saw a picture of a penis, OH, not bad, “it was.”
And that’s not a bad bite, which have to be realistic.
Rolling Stone, there is a question before the Fall Out Boy. In fact, the Fall Out Boy created immediately after a problem with us, annoyed that are like, “If you prick!” This “good scare Blood Rolling Stone cover boy shit yo, let’s go one kilometer from the previous year, I know that a woman is a prostitute involved every continent.” A “as
However, to play a second time, it is not. It seems that "Damn it, we are all part of the continent, it was.” He is really a man. It should not be hit as Pete? “” Oh, as a continent is not armed. “A” as hell! “
Thus, the production of the cork oak, kissing and fabulous 3-4 years. Because it is so large, people go home to get it.
Well, the Fall Out Boy
Patrick, as we know, 'Hey, we’re on top of Cork and many trees, these documents will give you a name. ”
Pitt, who wanted to “Folie Du scene two years.”
“2 madness.”
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Fall Out Boy was like, “Hey, if you need a break.” This means that Pete was like, 'Man, you need to go to break. “ Patrick, I need my time to the music. "UHUHUHUHUH.”
The Joe “Well, I need to find a bit 'of the same metal, it takes time to find the man in the art of organic fertilizer. ”
Andy. “I will play some fucking metal band”
As this was: “. Well, this celebration was a great year for two or three years, and 3:30 over three years Bakkukuso We are a man, you must return to virtue”
You stole my beer, what the hell?
“I’m not going to pay for everything for me.”
“Yes, here is the man who paid for.”
“We are Kusodopu that legal shit, I would go armed heights. What fucking sky curtain record. Put famous rock 'n’ roll-saving.”
Thus, two lonely people, Phoenix Light Em Up was with me, if you just “how” You work with a man stood up and saw Kusoavuriru Lavigne. “
He’s been hell on his shirt, throws? Oh my God.
Pete, you’re going to panic, "he, like Pilot! 20, and a nightclub.”
And this bloody story of a pair of all matters.And

A Different Kind of Magic

For @castihalo who has a fondness for Witch!Cas same tho so have an Urban Fantasy AU :)

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The smell of lavender began permeating the air the moment Castiel lit the incense. It was one of his favorite scents to have going in his shop, seeing as it not only smelled relaxing, but also helped clear the air of any unclean spirits that may have decided to stay. Castiel would never speak badly about about a customer, but he wouldn’t be surprised if something attached to one of them decided to stick around.

A small bundle of black fur padded onto his work desk as sunlight began to peek through the front window.

“Careful, Hannah,” he murmured, scratching under her chin as she purred. “Remember what happened last time you accidentally stepped into my spell.”

The cat made a disgruntled sound and sat promptly on a corner of the table as Castiel continued his work.

Yesterday, a woman had come in looking for a spell to help find lost objects. While Castiel considered his specialty to be healing, he did have a few of those spells kept in bottles and the woman had delightedly bought all he had. It was good for business, but bad for his concentration.

Lost object spells were a difficult bit of stock to replace.

A few crushed pineapple leaves and a bit of his own memory later, he had almost filled three bottles with something that would help a person retrieve their car keys.

Castiel circled his hand over the bottles a few times, whispering under his breath as the sound of the front door opening and beads jingling nearly interrupted his ritual.

“Be with you in a moment,” he said, eyes still fixated on the bottles and continued the chant.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled at the bit of magic within himself and coaxed it to the palm of his hand and curled it into a fist. For a moment, it crackled under his skin, hot and sharp - and then he opened his fingers, releasing the finishing touch of the spell into the bottles with a faint glow.

The magic dissipated and Castiel looked up with a smile on his face, though he felt a little more weary than he’d been a few minutes ago.

“How can I help you?”

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