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Spirit Houses

I haven’t seen any posts about it, so here goes.

We as people tend to dramatise spirits. (Especially Americans let’s not even lie, there’s a huge culture around occultism and ouija and all that shit that’s been blown out of proportions.)

“They’re all evil! They must be gone, exorcised, banished!” 


The truth is, a lot spirits don’t even know or care that you’re there, they have a right to be there and were probably there before you. Possessions are really, really rare. Legit ones that is. 

However, minor hauntings, such as things being knocked over, spirits nicking things and putting them elsewhere, banging on walls and such aren’t really a threat, and more of an annoyance. So there’s no need to call the exorcist and put fear and negative energy into it (because the spirit feeds off your fear and only grows stronger.)

Trust me, if the haunting was really serious, it would be much more than banging or losing things.

So! How to deal with a minor haunting without getting your exorcist mallet out? The answer is simple: Build a spirit house. 

Offer the noisy or cheeky spirit a home. A space of their own that they keeps them occupied and content. 

There are tons of methods to build spirit houses, may it be in skulls/bones from other animals, large jars, little doll houses, an intricate structure of thread stretched over a frame, a woven cage of wicker, anything! It depends on what you can provide and also what the spirit may want/need. 

The interior decor varies just as much. From a little zen garden to a shiny little room fill with mirrors, and pretty things, it depends again on what you feel is necessary. The idea is to provide the spirit with something that’ll keep it occupied through it’s beauty, intricacy or shiny qualities. Keep them amused. So make an intricate little doll house, or a miniature garden, or a mirror room, it’s up to you! 

Once that’s said and done, invite the spirit into it’s home and welcome them there. From there, the annoyance should stop and the spirit may even become willing to aid you in your magical workings! 

Next time, consider that before being scared out of your wit and feeding bad energy into it. Sometimes, call it takes is a little compromise! 

Oh, and PRETTY PLEASE send me pictures of your spirit homes! I’d love to see them.

Magickal Uses for Bay Laurel

Planetary Association: Sun
Element: Fire
Astrological Association: Leo
Deity Association: Apollo, Aesclepius, Ceres, Zeus, Fides, Hermes and Cerridwen.

History and Folklore: Bay Laurel’s scientific name comes from the Latin Laurus meaning “verdant” and nobilis meaning noble, or of high rank.

The Greek word for Bay is dhafni, after the nymph Daphne who was changed into a bay laurel tree by Gaea (or her father Peneus, or herself, depending on who’s telling the story) to protect her from the unwanted advances of Apollo. The tree is sacred to Apollo and it is said that the Oracle at Delphi chewed the leaves and inhaled the smoke when seeking visions. It is also associated with honor and glory and kings, heroes, triumphant athletes, poets and other great men and women were crowned with it to signify their greatness in both ancient Greece and Rome. Garlands of bay laurel were traditionally bestowed upon the winners of the Pythian games in Greece and later the Olympic games (prior to the change, olive leaves were used).

Today, grand prix winners are given wreathes of laurel. The world laureate as in poet laureate and baccalaureate (lit “laurel berry”) and the term “to rest on one’s laurels” are additional reminders of the high status of this tree.

Laurel wreaths were worn for their protective properties. They were believed to protect against the anger of sky Gods and the Emperor Tiberius always wore laurel during thunderstorms to prevent his being struck by lightening. Doctors also wore laurel as it was considered helpful in curing nearly everything.

Magical Uses: Use in clairvoyance and wisdom teas. Place beneath the pillow for prophetic dreams and inhale for visions. Wear as an amulet to ward off evil and negativity, burn or scatter in exorcism rituals, and place in the windows to guard against lightning. Hang to prevent poltergeists from mischievous workings. Bay leaves mixed with sandalwood is burned to remove curses and evil spells. To ensure lasting love, a couple should break a twig off the tree, then break the twig in two and each keep a half. Wishes may be written on Bay leaves which then are burned to make them come true.

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anonymous asked:

why does vincent still think digi is the exact same person as lucian when a) he thought against lucian both in life and death where he is a naga-dragon-poltergeist b)digi works himself to exhausting and even coma sometimes to be sure meera is healthy c)he saved meera and told her to delete him d)can't vincent see that their 2 different souls? and the fact that he himself stated that digi is positive energi unlike the real lucian should race a flag e)vince should see from an psychological angle.

He knows of a few of these -he definitely doesn’t know that Digi told Meera to just delete him permanently-.

Vincent’s trying to fit Digi to what he knows of Lucian, but the differences are so great that it’s causing a conflict in Vincent. He’s held onto his anger towards Lucian for close to 60 years and now suddenly he’s around someone who came from that person he’s hated and Digi is showing efforts to make up for his crimes.

That anger now no longer has a stable hold, is even worthless to hold onto, and that’s terrifying Vincent, because a large chunk of his anger is from knowing what Lucian did to Mahogany and Violet. Would letting go of his anger for what they went through be betraying them both? He doesn’t know, and he holds on tighter because he doesn’t know, even when it’s self-destructive to cling to it. He knows it’s not doing him any good, and that’s what gets him in the loop.

Bay (laurus nobilis)

Folk names: Bair, Bay Laurel, Bay Tree, Daphne, Greecian Laurel, Laurel, Laurier d'Apollon, Laurier Sauce, Lorbeer, Noble Laurel, Roman Laurel, Sweet Bay

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Sun

Element: Fire

Deities: Aesculapius, Apollo, Ceres, Faunus, Eros

Powers: protection, psychic powers, healing, purification, strength

Ritual uses: The ancient priestesses of Apollo chewed bay leaves to induce a prophetic state, and also inhaled their fumes. Bay leaves are used as decorations at yule. 

Magical used: Bay is used in clairvoyance and wisdom brews, although its taste is strong. Bay leaves are placed beneath the pillow to induce prophetic dreams, and are also burned to cause visions. 

It is a protection and purification herb par excellence and is worn as an amulet to ward off negativity and evil, burned or scattered during exorcism rituals, placed in the windows to protect against lightning, and hung up to protect poltergeists from working any mischief in the house. A sprig of bay is used to sprinkle water during purification ceremonies, and the tree planted near the home protects its inhabitants against sickness. Bay leaves mixed with sandlewood can be burned to remove curses and evil spells. 

To ensure that a love will stay, the couple should break off a twig from the tree, then break this in two, each keeping a half. 

Bay leaves give strength to those engaged in wrestling and athletic sports if worn at the time of competition. 

Wishes are written on bay leaves which are then burned to make them come true, and a bay leaf held in the mouth wards off bad luck. 

(Source: Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs)

I’ve realised that the way I hate customers is exactly like how ghosts hate intruders in horror films. Like the moment they step through the door I want to scream “LEAVE THIS PLACE!” in a chilling voice as blood starts to ooze down the walls.

And the longer they stay the worse it is. Going to start chucking things around, poltergeist style.

“Good Luck Sleeping Tonight!” - RoboFist’s Tribute to Gravity Falls

Today is the last day of summer, and as I grow older, it makes me question what autumn and beyond hold for me. Am I where I need to be right now? Is this a time of my life that I’m accidentally taking for granted? Will I look back on this year with regret or relief? At it’s core, these are sort of the questions that Dipper and Mabel have to ask themselves during that one magical summer at their great uncle’s tourist trap in a show that was taken away from us both at the perfect time and far too soon: Gravity Falls.

The Disney Channel hadn’t had a decent show in over a decade, and this show seemed like just another waste of paint and ink. I saw the ads online, and a poster here or there at bus stops or in magazines, but in 2013, I couldn’t be bothered. Until word through the grapevine presented me with some fascinating news: “Gravity Falls is good. Like, really good. Adventure Time-level good!”

So one night, bored and restless, I decided to bite the bullet and watch whatever random episode was on TV. I prepared myself for the typical Disney Channel disappointment as the episode “Double Dipper” started, cynically ready to go full-blown MST3K on this cartoon.

For the next half-hour, you wouldn’t have been able to pry my from my seat with a crowbar. Everything about this world, from the characters to the mysteries to the humor to the genuine heart, clicked with me almost instantly. I had just met Dipper, Mabel, Grunkle Stan, and Wendy, but I immediately wanted to go on as many adventures with them as possible.

And “Double Dipper” was no fluke; that first season of Gravity Falls crammed in some of the best animated outings I had ever seen, each one seemingly topping the next. Very rarely (if ever) did the writers retread any familiar ground, and even when they did, they decorated it with brilliant homages to everything from Street Fighter and Poltergeist to the works of Hayao Miyazaki and Ray Harryhausen. Sometimes, after nearly every episode, I legitimately wondered if Hirsch’s semi-autobiographical cartoon was secretly tailor-made for me.

At around the time “Summerween” premiered, I came to a realization: I was attached to this show, in a way that I hadn’t been with a show since childhood. It was impacting me on a deep, personal, borderline-embarrassing level, and the reasoning eluded me until the end of that brilliantly terrifying Halloween-themed episode. Alex Hirsch pulled at the heartstrings of every single one of us who felt that looming fear of growing up, and did so in a way that was not only relatable, but hilarious and bittersweet at once. Using two seemingly-polar opposite characters like the Pines twins as audience surrogates was a stroke of brilliance, with Dipper representing the awkward misadventure to adulthood and Mabel representing the carefree blissfulness of embracing your childhood. 

On top of our main protagonists, every single character they interacted with had their own personal arcs. Characters who seemed one-note at the beginning - the ever-cool Wendy and town rich kid Pacifica in particular - ended up becoming as rich and fascinating as the Pine twins themselves.

Then, right as his show seemed completely unstoppable, Alex Hirsch rocked the entire fanbase to their core with a sentence none of us were at all prepared to hear: “Gravity Falls is coming to an end.” 

This has happened before with beloved shows: Both The Last Airbender and Legend of Korra were conceived from the get-go as stories with a determined ending, and Vince Gilligan pressed over and over that even Breaking Bad’s story wasn’t ever meant to surpass five seasons. However, unlike these shows, Gravity Falls didn’t seem nearly as finite. Between Hirsch’s insanely creative world, the colorful and evolving characters, and the seemingly-endless amount of mysteries to be solved, the possibilities for more and more quality stories seemed endless.

However, as the show grew bigger and bigger, an ending seemed imminent. Once the author of the journals was revealed, one of the show’s biggest overarching mysteries was solved. And with the cataclysmic events of Bill Cipher’s Weirdmageddon tearing the Pines family’s world apart, we all must’ve subconsciously known that this was where Hirsch had been leading up to since episode one. None of us wanted to admit it, and that’s a testament to what Alex and his team had created.

It’s a rare thing for shows that are dominating the airwaves to end while they’re so high on top (mostly because the studios would hate to lose their biggest money-makers), but after the shock and grief wears off, it’s always the better option in terms of storytelling and character development. Every single major player in the show had their moment to shine, with a specific and tearjerking emphasis on the two lead sets of twins. 

The relationship between Dipper and Mabel has always been the backbone of Gravity Falls, and watching them take on the demonic, murderous, and legitimately-terrifying Bill Cipher with their own brand of courage and teamwork felt like something that had been building since episode one. Hirsch always stressed the importance of Dipper and Mabel’s loving relationship, a bond that shined brightest as they put their heads together to take down the triangular terror for good.

However, the biggest relationship explored, examined, and tested was that of Grunkle Stan(ly) and his mysterious twin brother, (Stan)Ford. We had known Stan Pines to be little more than a greedy, oblivious, cranky old crook, with Ford being the more level-headed and mature of the Pines Bros. Every facet of their relationship, however - their regrets, their stubbornness, their anger, and their deepest fears - is ripped apart before being tragically sewn back together. The fact that Grunkle Stan, the one man who knows (and cares) the absolute least about Bill and his hellish powers, manages to deliver the final blow is a testament to how much he really has cared for his entire family all along.

I could write a thesis on Gravity Falls and it’s portrayal of family, but at the end of the day, that’s what conquers the Weirdmageddon: Not a prophecy, not a gadget, not Dipper’s love for Wendy or Mabel’s love for Waddles, but the strength of a rag-tag family of misfits. And even better, Hirsch manages to pull off this Aesop without coming across as preachy or, dare I say it, “Disneyfied.” It’s packed with legitimate scares and stakes, where lives are at stake and demons threaten our entire existence. It’s super dark stuff for any type of show, and I must tip my hat to Hirsch for sticking to his vision and creating something so bold and genuine.

What makes the entire experience of Gravity Falls even more fantastic is how much Alex Hirsch truly loves and believes in the show. Even after the finale, he kept his ravenous fanbase busy with both a lore-expanding physical replica of the third journal as well as a bona fide globetrotting “Cipher Hunt”. He’s not only fully aware of how many lives his show has touched, but is doing his damnedest to give us more, even in bits and pieces. 

I could make the argument that, between such animated outings like Steven Universe and Regular Show, we’re in the middle of a cartoon renaissance. I firmly believe that Gravity Falls is one of those shows that will endure and be looked back on with awe and fondness, spoken in the same breath as Animaniacs, Batman: The Animated Series, and Avatar. This isn’t just a show that I want to revisit, but it’s a show that I want my kids and their kids to experience and enjoy, if for no other reason than the fact that it perfectly encapsulates a quote from Mr. Hirsch himself:

“Just because you grow up doesn’t mean you have to actually grow up.”

Thanks for the magical vacation, Gravity Falls.

Work This Out

Sorry it took so long! I was writing two similar requests (both of which I actually lost the exact copy of, but one was the Dean cheats to make reader leave and the other was Dean and reader break up and see each other a year later) and I realized that the stories I was writing were so similar, that I just combined yen and this is the end result, so here ya go! :)


“D-Dean?” Your voice trembled as your felt your heart shatter and fall to pieces within your chest as you caught sight of your boyfriend of six years in bed with some second-rate dive bar skank.

He paused briefly to glance over his shoulder at you, but his eyes were dead, careless. He turned away without a word.

“Dean! That’s it? Nothing? Just, gonna get right back to it?!” Anger poured red-hot from your lips as you balled up your fists, ready to knock both their heads off their shoulders.

“Close the door, would ya?” Those were the only words he cared to cast over his shoulder as the woman beneath him sneered at you.

“Fuck you, Dean Winchester. Fuck. You. Maybe that self-loathing isn’t so misplaced after all, you worthless piece of shit.” If words could kill, you would have knocked them both dead. Spinning on your heel, you moved to storm out, but whipped back around in a sudden bout of rage and unsheathed your hunting knife, hurling it at the pair. It flew between their frame and stuck directly into the wall.

They both exchanged looks of terror and shock as they address the blade stuck in the wall. Stomping off down the hall, you promised yourself that you would leave the bunker and never look back.

“Dude, did you hear that chick took out an anymore nest of vamps by herself? It’s crazy. I heard there were at least twenty of them hiding out and she ambushed them on her own. Maybe we should try to track her down. We could probably use her talent.” Sam chuckled as he typed away in his laptop, while Dean swilled his second round of whiskey in his mouth.

“I think I know who it is, Sammy.” He say the empty glass down, before pouring himself another generous drink.

“Oh, really? Who?”

“(Y/N).” Dean glanced down, lost in a trance for a moment as he stared down at the table.

“You really think it’s her?” His brother’s tone was cautious, as he understood the situation Dean was in emotionally.

“I know it is. She was always good. Bout a year ago, she leaves, then this chick pops up and just goes on a killing spree? If I were her, that’s what I would do.” Shrugging as he swirled the liquor around in his glass, Dean took a long gulp, downing it all.

“Well, given how she left? I don’t exactly blame her. There were other ways you could have done that, man.”

“Oh, right. Are we talking about the same girl here, Sam? Because the (Y/N) that I know was a a bit too stubborn to leave just because it was ‘dangerous’. I could have told her she was going to die tomorrow if she didn’t go and she’s still be standing there, ready to follow us wherever we went. She was too determined. Too strong. Too..”

“Too much like you?” Sam raised a brow as he shut his laptop, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah.” Dean sighed as he pushed the empty bottle away from himself reluctantly. “She had to see it. She had to go. I couldn’t live with myself if my life ended up getting her killed.”

“Well, if it is her, she seems to have managed better off by herself than she did with us protecting her. Think about that, bro.” As he stood, Sam patted Dean on the shoulder, flashing a side smile before he walked off to his bedroom, leaving Dean alone to stare at his empty glass, with nothing to fill it but his thoughts.

“Get up.” Sam tossed a packed duffel of clothing at Dean as he lie sleeping in bed. “We ’VE got a case and we gotta go now.”

“Geez, okay. Good morning to you too, Sunshine.” Grumbling as he woke, Dean stumbled out of bed and managed to get himself dressed before meeting Sam in the Impala.

“Where to?” Putting the key in the ignition, Dean started Baby up and pulled out of the drive.

“Just about 3 hours East. Bodies are dropping fast in this town though. I think it’s a shapeshifter.”

“Well, doesn’t that just sound lovely? All right, here we go.” They hit the road and soon found themselves inside another rundown motel room.

“There was another body found. 'Bout ten minutes away in an apartment complex. Wanna crash the crime scene?” Sam looked over at Dean from his computer.

“Yeah. I’ll grab the monkey suits. You get the address.”

Minutes later, they arrived on the scene and found a young man, beaten and bloody, dead on the floor. You crouched down to examine the small amount of shape shifting goop piled beside the body and then you saw him. Your eyes connected directly with Dean’s and all the rage swelled inside you once again.

“Excuse me, Detective.” Pardoning yourself, you made a beeline for the brothers, never taking your eyes off Dean’s.

“What the hell are you doing here? I have this covered. Find another case. Now.” You started to stomp off, but Dean’s firm hand grasped your arm. Reflexively, you swing your arm beneath his, reaching back up the other way to grab and twist it the wrong way 'round. “Don’t you dare touch me. You don’t have the right. Now, get the hell off this case.”

Anger seethed through your teeth as you hissed your words at him before storming off.

“So, you, uh..think she’s still pissed?” Dean rubbed his arm, wincing at the plain as Sam shook his head, flashing a side smile.

“C'mon, dude, let’s just pack up and go home, okay? You heard her, she’s got this and you two being in the same city, let alone the same room, seems like a pretty awful idea on its own. Let this one go. I’m gonna grab some food before we hit the road. You want anything?” Grabbing the keys, Sam grabbed his coat on his way out.

“Uh, nah. I’m okay. I’m just gonna grab a nap, I think. Today’s just taken it out of me, I guess.”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.”

As soon as Sam was a safe distance away, Dean got up from his spot on the bed and went out to the sparsely populated parking lot to hot-wire a car, which he skillfully sped away in toward tje next closest motel.

You were seated on your motel bed, hunched over your laptop as you tried To piece together the case you were working on, when you heard a knock at the door. Curious, you got up and peeped through the window cautiously, only to swing the door wide open as you realized it was Dean.

“How in the hell did you find me?” Your arms snapped across your chest as you set a scowl across your face.

“We’ve stayed here before. 'Bout two years ago when we worked that poltergeist case together, remember? You’re a creature of habit, I knew you’d be here.” His demeanor was calm and collected as he shrugged off his explanation.

“So, you came here why? I thought I made it clear that I never wanted to see you again. I’m better off without you, Dean. You were right, okay? So get lost.”

“No. Not until you let me get this off my chest. I just need to talk to you for a second and, I swear, if you still hate me, then I’ll leave and never look back. But, please. Just hear me out.” Those beautiful green eyes peered into your soul, begging for opportunity and you caved.

“All right. You have two minutes.” Standing to in the doorway, you folded your arms tighter, ready to listen.

“First of all, I wanted to say that I’m sorry. For what I did. It was terrible and selfish and to this day I can barely live with myself knowing that I hurt you that way, but I did it because I thought that it was the best option at the time. I know, it sounds stupid, but after watching everyone that I love die, I couldn’t risk seeing you suffer the same fate, or even worse. I had to get you away from me and you, being as stubborn as you are, would never have just left on your own accord. I had to push you away and that was just the most effective way I could think of. (Y/N), you have to believe me when I say I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to hurt you, to say goodbye to you. The thought of you leaving killed me, but I knew that if you had stuck around and gotten killed because of me, I would never be able to forgive myself. I love you too much to let anything happen to you. I’m sorry I had to hurt you, but I was just trying to protect you. I know how stupid and selfish this all sounds, but it’s true. I know you don’t need me. I see that. Obviously, I must’ve been holding you back. You’re amazing. You really are just amazing. You’re a legendary hunter and you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I threw that away, because I was afraid. I was a coward and I just need you to know how sorry I am.” His painfully honest gaze pierced your soul, opening up that wound that you tried so hard to close.

“Dean..” You shook your head, trying to shake the words out, but you struggled to find the right ones, so you just clasped your arms around him instead, burying your face into that familiar spot in his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you tight as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.

“I love you so much, (Y/N). I swear that I am never going to let you go again. I won’t screw this up this time.”

“I know, Dean, I know. I love you too. I’m just so glad to have you back. I missed you so much.” Tears inevitably began to fall from your eyes and soon they fell from his as well, leaving both of you standing in the doorway of a cheap motel, teary-eyed and clutching each other in a desperate embrace, but you didn’t care if it looked like a cliche scene. You had Dean again and this time, it was for good.

“Hey, (Y/N), you here? Babe?” Dean strolled into the library, seeing you hunched over our laptop, eyes locked on the screen.

“Hmm.” A low grunt was all you could muster to signify you were still self-aware.

“You, uh, wanna come to bed? It’s like 2 A.M.” His expression was as confused as it was sleepy.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna do a little more research. There’s a case nearby I think I’m gonna jump in tomorrow.” Keeping your eyes locked on your computer, you scrolled the page, scrutinizing for details.

“Tomorrow? You mean today? Babe, it’s late. Come to bed. You’ve been working nonstop for weeks. You deserve at least a good nights sleep.” Dean’s tone was pleading now, but you were reluctant.

“Babe, just a bit longer. I’ll come to bed soon. Promise.” Testing your eyes from the page you managed to smile at him and e returned the gesture.

“Okay. Goodnight, baby. Don’t be too long.” He kissed your forehead gently before returning back to your bedroom.

“Where the hell were you?” Dean’s arms were crossed and a scowl was plastered on his face when you walked in to the bedroom late the next afternoon.

“Uhm, working? I left a note.” Tossing your head aside, you say in the bed to remove your shoes and Dean moved to stand in front of you, arms still crossed and scowl still set.

“Yeah. I saw. You took off at 2 in the morning, AFTER, telling me you were coming to bed to kill some freakin’ skinwalker?”

“Yeah. I knew you were tired and it was close. Someone could have died if I didn’t take care of it.” You shrugged off his complaint, going to the closet to find something more comfortable to wear.

“That’s it? Really? So now you just take off in the middle of the night ALONE to kill things?”

“Oh, weird. Who does that remind you of?” The bitter retort slipped off your tongue as you whipped around to look at Dean, infuriated.

“Excuse me?” His gaze met yours, thick with indignation.

“You heard me. I’m no different than how you were. It was never a big deal when you took off. To hunt, to research, to 'protect me’.” Perhaps you overdid the hiss on that last comment, because it look like it cut him deep.

The indignation fell from his face and his dad, green orbs became glassy as he stated back at you.

“I..I’m sorry. I thought we moved past that..but I am sorry. I told you it wouldn’t be like that again..” The submissive nature did not suit him and it broke your heart to hear him so weak.

“No, no. I’m sorry.” Taking his hand, you moved close to his side, wrapping him in a warm hug. “We have moved past that. I’m just being difficult. I’m so sorry, Dean. That wasn’t fair. It’s just..since you left, I’ve been doing nothing but working. It hard to just turn that off, but what I said wasn’t right. I love you, Dean. I’m sorry for snapping.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” His lips once again found your temple and he reciprocated the embrace as he whispered into your hair soothingly. “It’s okay. We have each other now. For good. We’ll work this out. I know we will.”


anonymous asked:

Can you imagine Lewis watching some poorly acted ghost hunting show or a paranormal movie and going "Hey we don't do that! That's discrimination against spectral people!" And Vivi's like "They aren't ghosts they're doing the best they can..."

Something tells me it’d be the other way around.

“Oh, COME ON!  That’s not how poltergeisting works, you ninnies!”

“Vivi, dear, they’re not real ghosts–”

“And why aren’t YOU more upset by this?  You know firsthand!”

“Vivi I don’t think–”

“Did these writers do ANY research for this movie at ALL?  This is elementary stuff!”

“Well, most people don’t actually know that much about ghosts, so it doesn’t really matter that much–”


It's Two Against One, Mate|| Bonus AU|| Keira and SG|| Open

“We did it. We could possibly kill someone… But we did it.” Keira sighed in triumph, floating a few inches over SG.

It was four in the morning and the two poltergeists had been working since the castle’s curfew had been called to bring their heated competition with Peeves to an end.

Every floor of the castle had been covered in roadway gravel and marbles.

The dark-haired spirit just smirked.

“What’re they gonna do? Expel us?” he countered, just as elated as his friend.

There was no way Peeves could top this.