curse bottle

In the spirit of Space Australia posts...

I like the idea of humans not being the only species with a need to unecessarily bond and form ‘packs’ and whatnot, or the only species to enjoy putting themselves in danger for the adrenaline rush, or the only species to recreationally poison themselves, or even the only species to have parties.

You know what I love, though?

Crowd psychology and the concept of group flow.

I love the idea that humans are the species that is in love with group flow. Sure, any alien can listen to music and enjoy it, maybe even go to concerts in large groups. But humans are the only non-telepathic species where going in a large group enhances the experience simply because you know that dozens or hundreds or even thousands of other people are all getting in the zone with you at the same time for the same reason. Any alien can go to a concert, but they marvel at the sight of hundreds of humans singing along to their favorite artist not because it makes the song objectively better, but because it enhances the experience.

I love the idea of aliens trying to figure out mob psychology, looking at sports fandoms and the riots that happen if a team fails to win a game, and asking themselves and other humans how it gets to that point. Because they can put the same human in front of the same game and get two entirely different results based on whether the human is alone or not. A lone human may break a bottle or curse, but they will likely not do more than that, unless they go online to rant. A human in a group that feels the same way can do much more damage.

I love the idea of aliens trying to figure out the aspect of performative grief for dead celebrities, not understanding that it is not only practice for when a death comes closer to home, but that it is a form of bonding, a call and an echo of “I feel this way too. This person mattered to me too,” across thousands or millions of people’s screens and faces and pens.

I love the idea of aliens taking a look at frat parties and nightclubs and karaoke and being so confused, because they can understand that intoxication might be fun, sometimes, or that singing or dancing with strangers can be fun, but the sheer chaos of an out-of-control college party is terrifying to them. There is nothing here that people will enjoy come the morning, but somehow that doesn’t matter, because in that moment, with those people, the humans are connecting as they sing their drunken songs or eat their terrible food or dance the night away. There is a sense of belonging even in this awful mess, for those who know how to find it.

I love the idea of aliens looking at conventions and wondering how it is that there is such a difference in a person wearing a costume in the privacy of their home and wearing it to a large con, how the endorphin levels soar even when the human is not receiving compliments, just because the convention is an echo chamber of “I love this show, this character, this franchise, this life.”

I love the idea of aliens coming to earth and understanding the meaning of bonds and enjoying music and knowing fiction and surviving our weather and planets and everything and still not being able to understand how a room full of strangers with no telepathy can feel so connected and in-tune simply by sharing an experience. The feelings aren’t always positive ones, but they are there, and there is a comfort in sharing them with endless people you’ve never met.

Anyway, that’s my contribution for Space Australia.

THE TOWER - Tarot Card Curse Jar

Hey y'all !
I made this because some people love to be absolute douche bags!!! So if your local douche bag is being extra douchey then this just might be for you

This curse is meant to fuck up five different aspects of someone’s life (depending on the cards) which can be changed accordingly

This is the first Curse/Spell I’ve ever written so go easy on me, yeah? If you do actually do this- tag me. I’d love to see it
;0;

You Will Need:

* The Tower
* Chariot
* The Wheel of fortune
* Ten of Pentacles
* Three of Cups
* Knight of Pentacles
* A Mason Jar
* Taglock (preferably a picture)
* Curse powder (optional)

1. Print out the Tarot cards mentioned above (you can even use a scanner and scan your own cards) and cut them out. These are the cards you’ll be using for the curse
2. Take your mason jar and your taglock. Tape the taglock on the inside of the jar’s lid.
3. Now you’re ready to start. Find a place where you won’t be interrupted and lay out all the cards in front of you

THE CARDS

* Pick up the chariot first. Hold it above the taglock and say: “The Chariot, for determination and will power” now reverse the card and say “may you lose your focus and motivation, especially in study” now tear up the card and place it in the jar

* The wheel of fortune is next. Hold the card above the taglock again and say “the wheel of fortune for good luck” reverse and say “may your luck run dry and your path be strewn with mischances” tear and add to the jar.

* Third is the ten of Pentacles. Again, holding the card over the taglock say “Ten of Pentacles for Finance” reverse “may you experience personal financial failure” rip and toss it in the jar

* Now move on to the three of cups. Say: “three of cups for friendship and joy” next,you guessed it, reverse the card. “May your bridges burn and your heart fill with sadness” tear up that baby and toss it in the damn jar

* Lastly (thank the lord) is the knight of pentacles. Say: “knight of pentacles for efficiency and hard work” turn it upside down and continue. “ May your efforts and hard work prove fruitless” throw the shreds in the jar

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Now that all the shredded cards are in the jar, throw in some curse powder or red pepper flakes to give the curse an extra kick. You can add other things like rusted nails or a tiny bit of war water etc, etc..
Close the lid of the jar. Shake the shit out of it. Let your anger bubble up and envision the target suffering the above mentioned misfortunes.

Open the jar back up and place the tower, upright, into the jar.
Close the lid again. Say: “may the tower bring the destruction you deserve”
Hide the jar in a dark place and shake it when you feel the curse needs an extra kick.

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To undo this curse open the jar and remove the tower. Reverse and rip it then throw it into the jar. Declare that the curse is lifted and dispose of the taglock and contents of the jar outside. Sweep the contents off of your property and dust off your hands. Now you can cleanse your jar for later use.

Again, this is my first spell and curse I’ve ever written. If you decide to try it show me your results!!

👁‍🗨Cheers!

“Tell That Devil” Curse

A revenge spell for someone who hurt you to the point of breaking your soul and draining your light. Inspired by the song “Tell That Devil” by the Nashville Cast/Jill Andrews. This was designed with a specific person in mind, change it however you see fit.


Items needed:

  • 3 black candles
  • 1 lighter/matches
  • A pinch of pepper seeds (hot peppers preferably)
  • A piece of a fallen hornet’s nest (can usually be found on the ground in autumn)
  • 1 rusty nail
  • 1 piece of paper
  • 1 writing utensil
  • 1 small vial
  • Something to place burning paper safely
  • A spot of ground that the sunlight doesn’t touch

Instructions:

1. Write the victim’s name on the piece of paper. Place the seeds and hornet’s nest on the paper and fold it up as best you can. Light the three candles.

2. Begin reciting the incantation:

“You broke my soul, you poisoned my light, you blackened my heart. Now you will pay. [Victim’s name], I curse you and send you back to hell. I ask of the devil that he receive you. Feel the pain you have forced upon me tenfold. You will suffer for your evil-doings…”

3. Thrust the rusty nail into the folded paper as many times as you like, just make sure nothing falls out.

“… Feel the coffin nails pierce you…”

4. Light the folded paper on fire with the flames of the candles.

“… Feel the hellfire on your skin…”

5. Place the burning paper in the holder and wait until it is ash. Collect the ashes into the vial. Seal the vial and bury it in the spot of ground you’ve chosen that is never touched by sunlight.

“… And now I bury you in the ground, see you in hell.”

Dark Sea Witchcraft

Many sea witches forget that the ocean is a dark, dangerous place, filled with deadly traps and monsters. This post is a collection of ideas on blending dark witchcraft with sea magick. (Note: I, along with many others, do not believe in the threefold law, so please keep your personal ethics to yourself)

  • Seashells are great for curses, as they can be broken into shards and put in a curse bottle. Research certain shell correspondences if you want a very specific curse.
  • Black sand can be mixed with black salt (or used by itself) for protective or cursing magick.
  • Saltwater gathered on the night of a dark moon makes the water even more potent for dark witchcraft.
  • Fish or turtle bones can be used in curse bottles or for divination. (Please only use bones that you find without actually hurting an animal. If you do sacrifice an animal, don’t be wasteful and please be humane. And definitely don’t sacrifice anything endangered!)
  • Shark teeth can be used for curses to cause fear in someone, or even bring real harm to them if used that way.
  • If you think on a broader scale, you can harness the power of the entire sea. Hurricanes and things like that are incredibly powerful, and are aspects of the sea. They kill many, many people, so I don’t recommend a hurricane curse, as they aren’t specific to who they harm.

Feel free to repost and add on to this!

Drown in your horrors curse

For someone that has caused pain to your life

Ingredients 

  • jar with lid
  • very salty water
  • black candle
  • red candle
  • thumbtacks
  • sea glass
  • paper with the name(preferably full name) of the target

Steps

  1. Light candles
  2. fill your jar up full with the water
  3. put thumbtacks and sea glass in
  4. put the paper in the jar 
  5. say “you’ve drowned me in horrors, wronged me in so many ways. Now it’ll reflect on you. Drown,drown,drown in the horrors you’ve given me”
  6. put lid on
  7. drip candle wax over to seal
  8. blow out candle

Budget/Recycling witch tip:

Reuse those tins your tea candles are in!
🕯Use as an offering dish for your spirits/guardians/fae/deities. Fill them with fresh water, wine, scented oils, herbs, candy, etc.
🕯Put a layer of salt in one to keep your space clear between cleansings. Put a crystal or jewelry onto the salt to cleanse them.
🕯Put a few herbs in the tin and then fold the edges down to make a closed container. (please don’t bury this or throw it in any rivers or whatever. you probably know the drill by now.)
🕯Use a knife (carefully!!!) to cut up the tin into little sharp pieces. If you want, you can then fold them up so they form little spikes (again, carefully! use pliers, not your fingers). Use the sharp pieces or spikes for protection or cursing bottles and jars, like you would use nails or pins.

Curses

Just a reminder, over on my spell blog, I am way behind on updating my spell listings, but I do have a fair amount of spells already added to convenient links. Well here’s my curse list so far:

this powder is for keeping folks away and protecting against cruel and evil intentions from others

best used in protection charms, curses, witch bottles/jars, and sprinkling/sweeping out the door when you don’t want someone to come back

ingredients:

4 equal parts

  • chicken meal bone*
  • powdered nettles
  • powdered verbena
  • powdered patchouli(or some drops of essential oil)


((chicken bone meal can be bought at gardening stores or made from grinding dry chicken bones))

A Sinking Bottle Curse:

“Typically, a bottle spell intended to hurt an enemy contains the enemy’s name-paper and hair, red pepper, salt, black pepper, and sulfur and is stopped up and placed where the enemy must walk over it - but people who live near the ocean make an interesting variant that is said to cause slow, painful sickness and eventual death. The bottle is fixed and stopped up tightly as usual, but then a small hole is punched in the metal cap and the bottle is thrown into an estuary as the tide is ebbing. As it floats out to sea and slowly sinks, so will the enemy’s fortunes and health begin to fail.”

– Hoodoo Herb and Root Magic, by Catherine Yronwode

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Here is the Jar spell I made for my parents! It’s a House Protection Jar.

It has 16 Ingredients (in the order I put it in the jar):

  • A sigil “This Home is Protected”
  • Black Salt (Protection)
  • Ground Black Pepper (Dispels Evil)
  • Coffee Grounds (Peace and Energy)
  • Ginger (Positivity and Prosperity)
  • Cinnamon (Protection)
  • Oats (Health)
  • Chamomile (Purification and Health)
  • Cloves (Protection)
  • Rosemary (Protection)
  • Lavender (Peace, Calmness, and Love)
  • Rose Petals (Domestic Peace, Happiness, and Love)
  • Vanilla Extract (Energy and Positivity) (I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t have put this in, since it’s a liquid, but hopefully it’ll be fine!)
  • Sunflower Petals (Protection, Happiness, and Energy)
  • Dried Orange Peal (Happiness) 
  • Himalayan Salt (Sea Salt is for Protection and Purification) 

I put the Sigil down and sealed it with wax to “activate” it. Added each ingredient, layer by layer. Each layer putting my intent on the herb while I grabbed it and poured it in. Then I sealed it with some candles: First blue, then black, then white (I didn’t just set it on and waited for it to burn down, I just ended up dripping it around.) The colors of the candles weren’t as strong, slightly faded, but it still fit (and matched my parents house.)

Pretty proud of this! Being my first witchy thing this year (and ever, really) and it went well~ 

Here are some sources I used to start off my thought process! They’re Tumblr posts I’ve reblogged and tagged to use.

i dont remember posting my bottle cap curse so here goes!

you need a bottle cap, a thumbtack, a small slip of paper and something to write with, and hot glue.

write the targets name on the paper and fill the bottle cap with hot glue, while it is still wet stick the thumbtack through the paper slip and push it into the glue

if you want you can also add your own touches like putting googly eyes in the glue to bring them unwanted or negative attention, sequins of colors you dislike or associate with bad things, anything you want really make it your own!

after im done i usually either throw it away or keep it as a representation of my anger to the person and cast an evil eye over at it ever once in a while if im still mad

Everything

Alex Summers x Reader

Words: 2,243
Plot: Alex and the reader definitely have the hots for eachother. One thing leads to another, and she ends up in his bed. Not even remotely not smut. Definitely explicitly 100% smut. Hot, sexy and flirty. Good God, just so smutty.
A/N: I am disgusting in a good way. So is Alex, apparently.

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

Leaning back against the tattered sofa of the rec room, (y/n) laughed as Sean tried to open a beer with his teeth, cursing loudly at the bottle as it made a horrible grinding sound. The old jukebox in the corner was playing soft rock music; something about unrequited love and cowboys.
They’d been training for weeks on and off; new students arriving every second day waiting to be shown around. So when Xavier recommended they take the weekend off; Sean had jumped at the chance to have a night in of beer and pizza.

In her tired and tipsy state, (y/n) found her eyes wandering.
Wandering to him. 


Across the room, Alex was slumped across an armchair; a novel resting in his lap as he sipped at one of the cheap beers Sean had bought earlier.
Alex Summers was intoxicating. Dirty blonde hair and piercing grey eyes; sunlight and rain. All pale skin and full lips and a smile that could set a fire in her blood. 

But god, he was infuriating. All the teasing, the cocky half-smiles he’d shoot across the room when he muttered something under his breath. The way he’d leave his jackets strewn across the floor for someone to slip on; the way he spent every waking hour he could using all the hot water in the mansion. How he’d roll his eyes and scoff whenever anything was asked of him; running a hand through his hair like he didn’t know he was so damn enchanting and perfect. Wearing his tight white shirt and blue jeans and looking like he’d fallen out of heaven itself, a twitch at the corners of his mouth as he turned the page of his book with a flick…
Ugh. There she went again. How did this always happen?

“…You’re not even listening to me” Sean grumbled, taking a swig of his beer as he thumped his feet up onto the coffee table.
“I was! I was listening” interjected “you were…talking about…beer?”
Sean rolled his eyes, sighing.
“Points for trying” he muttered, smiling slightly. He reached down into his pocket, plucking his keys out and rolling them in his fingers. “Hank’s driving to get food, right?”
(y/n) shrugged, rubbing a strand of hair between her fingers “probably. You going with him?”
Sean pushed himself off of the couch with a grunt, tossing his keys down onto the table.
“Better than being ignored here” he teased, sniffing as he pushed open the door into the corridor, the sound of his boots echoing against the mahogany floorboards.

And then, the atmosphere changed.
She felt the fire building in her veins as she glanced over at Alex; his eyes steady on his book as he shifted his weight slightly. The dim lighting in the room washed his hair with flecks of gold; his jaw tight as he avoided her gaze.
(y/n) grabbed the half a bottle of beer Sean had left and took a long swig; the bitterness washing the rising butterflies in her stomach further down.
It had been a long time since they’d been alone in a room together; she tried to remember if they ever had.
The music softly slipped melodies into the background; love and yearning. That didn’t help with the burning in her cheeks, though.

“You okay?” Alex said, eyes still set on his book as he swung his legs around nonchalantly, sitting upright on the armchair.
She swore she felt her heart stop, if only for a second.
(y/n) nodded, her mouth full of beer. God, she was a total moron.
“Enjoying your book?” she breathed, her voice all too high and fast in her throat.
“I haven’t actually been paying much attention to the book” he half-smiled, throwing it across to the coffee table. It landed with a thunk on the wooden surface; narrowly missing the bottle of beer.

“A bit distracted?” she said quietly, her hands drumming at her sides.
Risky.
“Yeah, something like that” he muttered, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His head cocked to the side; his lips pressing upwards on one side. She could see the spark in his eyes: something was playing on his mind.
Something that set her blood alight.
“What?” she breathed, feeling lightheaded.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The way it flicked beneath his fingers made her hands weak.
“Think Sean might be pining after you”.
She laughed, heat rushing to her face.
“And what’s that to you, Summers?” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She could feel the heat running through her; feel the pulsing in her blood.
She heard him sigh deeply, biting his bottom lip for a brief moment.
God, if only he knew what that did to her.
“That depends on what it is to you” he breathed, his grey eyes steady as he blinked slowly, colour flooding to his cheeks.
“Are you implying something, Alex? Because you’re welcome to-”
“Ten minutes” he interjected, standing up and grabbing his beer from off of the table “my room”.
(y/n) felt her heart skip, trying desperately not to show her loss of composure in her face.
She tried a sly smile, crossing her legs and meeting his gaze.
“See you then, Summers”.

***
Alex could feel the sweat clinging to his palms as he paced around his room; feel the way his clothes didn’t quite fit anywhere they should.
What the hell was he doing? This was insane. He didn’t know what he was thinking: what he was doing.
But god, he couldn’t take this…wanting. Constantly trying to be funny, or sexy, or somebody she’d even remotely notice. Those sideways glances in the corridor that made his head spin and his toes clench.
Those nights that he ached, alone. Whispering her name in the dark.
It wasn’t just the lust; the keening need to feel her skin against his. This was more; more than Alex Summers had ever thought it could be. More than those fleeting moments of desire that had come before her.
This was an ache for her. Her being.
But he didn’t know what she felt. He thought, on some whim of all whims, some insane gamble, that maybe he’d have some sort of shot.
Hoped. Hoped for a shot.
So when he heard that quiet tap on his door; his heart lunged in his chest,

The handle clicked open and she entered.
He swallowed.
“So; this is…new” she said, her lashes fluttering as she brushed her hair back.
God, she was so sexy. And she didn’t even know it.
“Look…I don’t want this to be weird” he started, his hands shaking as he smoothed his palm through his hair. It was soft and calming, and he knew he did it when his nerves were getting to him. And boy, were they getting to him.
His feet moved of his own accord; dragging him towards her like a man possessed.
“I don’t want to think I read this wrong. I don’t want to be ‘that guy’. But I think there’s something here. I hope there is” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he looked over at her “hey, tell me if I’m losing my mind. I sure feel like I am over you”.
She laughed, and the sound did something in his stomach.
“It’s not nothing” she breathed, a slight smile on her lips as she shuffled awkwardly.
He felt the growl in his chest before he heard it; a feeling overtaking him he couldn’t control.
And before he could do anything to stop himself, he crossed the distance between them, pressing her against the wall with his body; his lips crushing against her neck.

She gasped; her hands tangling at the hair at the nape of his neck. His brain went haywire, her touch stirring something that made his knees weak and his heart work twice as hard.
He could taste her perfume beneath his lips, and he nipped at the skin as his body ached. He heard her breath catch and he pushed himself closer; closer than he ever thought he could be.
He felt the tides turn and bowed his head backwards as she moved her leg up to his thigh; he grabbed it automatically, feeling the warmth against him. (y/n) crushed her lips to his; lipstick smearing against his mouth.
He loved it. Loved the taste.
Grabbing the back of her jeans he pushed her against him, hoisting her legs onto his thighs and carrying her across the room. His jeans were hot and tight and god, just not necessary right now.
He heard himself say her name, felt the smile on his lips long before she mentioned it.

He shoved the books that smattered his mattress off of his bed; they clattered to the floor with a thud as he threw her down, her hair splayed against the pillows.
She sighed as he hungrily, desperately kissed her neck again. Always finding his way back to the place her collarbone met the nape of her neck, the tender skin there sending shocks through his body.
“How do you want this to go?” he breathed, nipping at her lips as he pushed against her, needing to be as close to her as he could. He could feel the sweat plastering his white shirt to his body; tangling his dirty blonde hair with perfume and sweaty touches.
Turning him on. Setting his body alight.
“You crying out my name” she gasped, biting her lip as she closed her eyes against his touch.
He swore. He wasn’t sure whether it was out loud or in his head; he wasn’t sure if it mattered at all. 
Her hands worked at his shirt easily, throwing it to the side.
Alex Summers almost never felt self-conscious; and when she looked at him with the desire in her eyes to see him,to see every part of him, that was no exception.

He pulled off her shirt, tossing it with his own onto the floor. Kissing at the place that her bra met her skin, tracing it with his lips, his hands.
“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous” he stumbled, making easy work of her jeans as he stripped them from her legs; her skin and warmth so close to him now.
When he threw off his jeans: that was when he really felt it.
He couldn’t think. Couldn’t feel anything but this burning, burning down to the fabric of his soul. The curve of her hips, the flutter of her lashes. Burned onto his memory for months. Now made manifest under his fingertips.
Better than he ever imagined.

So when those last pieces of clothing came off in a fumble of fingers and glances; he didn’t miss a moment.
He reached into his drawer, then. Knowing what was coming. Anticipation in his throat like a wildfire. 
He was going to take his time. Show his appreciation. Know it was real, and right, and vivid.
“You’re sure?” he growled, his voice not his own.
She blinked slowly, her hands caressing his fingers as she tore the packets, lips pressed together so hard they were turning a vivid red.
“Never more sure” she whispered, and the sound made him moan with anticipation.

When he finally made his way into her; his mind blanked. Spots whirled across his vision as he bit down on his lip, tasting his own blood in his mouth. He felt his cheek against hers as he whispered her name, whispered into her ear. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying; he didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but her, about being closer.
Closer than possible. Closer than he’d ever been to anything.
“Alex” she groaned, and he felt his self-control slipping, his pace hastening. He couldn’t help the growl that escaped him, his brow furrowing as he tried to suppress the rising noises in his throat.
God, he needed-
He knew what he needed. Needed to quench that fire.
He swallowed, taking in a gasp of warm air as his head burrowed into the pilow, his hair getting caught in his mouth.
“I love you” he whispered. It sounded stupid and crazy, but it was all he felt. All he thought.
“Alex, god, I love you too” (y/n) breathed, her lips on his chin, nails digging into his back.
That was enough to send him wild.

He felt his body stiffen; felt his body curl, his toes drawing up the quilt as he dug them into the mattress.
Hell.
He felt her cry out, her fingernails drawing lines into his skin as she breathed his name over and over, overcome with the sensation and pleasure.
With that, he couldn’t contain himself.
Hell, hell, hell.
He cried out her name, his whole body vibrating as the fire burned through him He could hear his blood in his veins, the world spinning as his vision shifted through colours and shapes. He moaned unintelligibly until there was nothing left to say; until he had nothing else to say.

They lay there for a few brief infinities, panting heavily against one another. Alex felt his whole body shaking with exhaustion, with bliss.
With love.
“That was…” Alex gasped, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself up to look at her. Caught in his bedside lamp, her eyes glinting as she lowered her lashes; he wondered if there had ever been anyone more lovely in the whole world.
“Everything” she whispered.

QKW’s Curse Index

Quick Note: Here is a rebloggable version of this page just in case tumblr breaks the page again.  Links are to my reblogs of these posts, please see the original post for the original author–I make no claims of ownership for the vast majority of these posts.  

Keep an eye out as I will be making similar pages and posts for other (non-curse) spells.


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Below is a list of all curses I’ve reblogged organized loosely by intent.

Last updated: 1/30/2017

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Old Souls and New Colors (Lafayette x Reader x Peggy)

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Cursing, Sex Mentions

Request: Laf x Peggy x Reader Soulmate Au??

A/N: enjoy! (i tried my best?)


“Ah, the typical scenario: Boy meets girl, or guy, man falls in love with girl, girl finds out he’s not her soulmate. Disappointed, she spends the rest of her life thinking about him, even though they aren’t really meant to be together. And fluff and angst, weeks later, she calls him up again, and she forgives him. Not really a happy ending, until the credits roll, and we see her with him, or she finally sees her soulmate, and breaks it off with him. Am I right?”

Elizabeth stared at you, exasperated, “Honestly, how do you guess all of this? Are you a psychic? Is that black and white vision getting to you?” She asked, looking at you, “You know, I’m really sorry for your soulmate. You’re mean, and a jerk. Maybe they’re the same way.”

You laughed, buying the popcorn. Elizabeth insisted on going to the movies with you, although you would have rather went alone. You were best friends. she was the one to find her soulmate first. Alexander Hamilton. The man who would never shut up, no matter how much you tried to convince him.

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Dick-stractions (M) – Namjoon

Originally posted by baebsaes

Summary: In which Namjoon breaks the stove and has an… interesting plan to keep you from finding out.

Member: Namjoon

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Smut

A/N: Yeah, so my mom kinda broke our stove… basically in the same way Namjoon does here. Also this was supposed to be fluff, but I got carried away…whoops. Also shout out to @taesjawline for helping me come up with this wonderfully punny title.

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anonymous asked:

What, do you think, is the best way for oneself to protect themselves from, or at least delay / lessen the effects of cursing & hexing? Protection spells, sigils, anything else? Definitely not asking for a friend🙃

Ah, that sucks.

First of all - the more you think you’re cursed, the more likely it is you’ll just attract negativity to yourself, regardless of whether you were actually cursed or not. The Law of Attraction is alive and well, my friend. 

So, first off, don’t think you’re going to be cursed. Think that you are impervious to curses. Think that no one has any reason to ever want to curse you, or send baneful magic your way.

Secondly, build up some energy wards around yourself using phrases similar to the ones above. You can make the ward reflective like a mirror, to literally rebound any oncoming curses back towards their caster. Or, you can give it a smoky, hazy texture, in an attempt to shroud and conceal yourself, so the curses can’t find you in the first place.

Ward your space, as well, if you can, though that takes a lot more energy, and sometimes you just don’t have the privacy or means to do that.

I would also recommend something called a decoy. A decoy is a type of representational magic, usually in the form of a poppet, that is given your energy signature; therefore, when curses are cast towards you, they go to the poppet instead, which then nullifies and cleanses the energies. These are a very useful and effective method of keeping curses away from you.

Here are some other spells / sigils / posts that may help you keep yourself safe from any curses:

It wouldn’t do any harm for you to do some [happiness spells] on yourself either, just to keep you in a positive state of mind to continue rejecting the idea of a curse.

I hope that helps you, anon! Best of luck to you!