pour it on the ground

Random Witchy Story Time

A few years ago I was at a museum that had some old grimoires and alchemy books on display and translations to the pages posted by them. My favorite grimoire page was a spell for rain where the person would go outside with a bucket of water and pour it onto the ground, then proceed to pretty much yell at the clouds about ‘see its not hard!’. To date that is my favorite rain spell I have ever seen.

Offerings for Deities

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post. I’m going to address one of the most frequently asked questions I receive: How do I give offerings? For some reason, many beginner books don’t dive into the specifics of this religious practice which many are unfamiliar with. Hopefully this will help.

General Rules:

  1. Offerings are given as thank-yous, as little gifts to say that you appreciate the deity’s existence. They don’t have to be expensive, but they should be special in your eyes. For example, I often offer donuts or wine simply because I don’t buy those two things often.
  2. Offerings should be appropriate for the deity you’re giving them to.
  3. You’re allowed to get creative with offerings–in fact, the Gods even prefer that you do!
  4. How often you give offerings in accordance to your practice is up to you.
  5. You may give apology offerings for any offense you think you may have made.
  6. Prayers, songs, playlists, and there intangible gifts still count as offerings.
  7. You do not need an altar to give offerings. You can give offerings anywhere, at anytime.
  8. Simply saying “This is for you” makes the object an offering.

Food Offerings:

  1. Most food offerings are eaten after being offered. The main exceptions are Greek chthonic deities, and ancestors, in which case you do not eat the offerings. Research your specific pantheon to make sure if eating is appropriate or not.
  2. There is no set amount of time to leave out food offerings. In fact, many worshippers will eat said offerings right after they offer them.
  3. If you do not eat food offerings, you may throw them away, saying something like, “Though I discard these physical offerings, the spiritual offering remains”.
  4. You may also bury the offerings. Make sure that the offerings will not harm the surrounding environment or animals. Do not bury them in a jar or plastic bag.
  5. If you offer herbs, you may either burn them using a charcoal block or cauldron, or you may throw them out/bury them. While burning is certainly traditional in many pantheons, do not feel the need to if you will be bothered by the potent smoke or handling fire.

Liquid Offerings:

  1. Liquid offerings are handled in the same way food offerings are, with the exception of oils.
  2. You do not have to drink oils after offering them. (Drinking straight olive oil is pretty gross, and please DO NOT drink harmful essential oils!) I recommend pouring them into the ground outside, or into the trash can.
  3. You may pour liquid offerings into the offering bowl, or, you may keep the liquid offering in a cup. I have a special teacup that I often use for offerings such as tea, but any regular teacup will do. After all, you are offering the liquid, not the cup.

Incense and Candle Offerings:

  1. According to tradition, these offerings must be left to burn out on their own. I recommend lighting small tea light candles for these offerings, as big candles burn for a long time. However, some modern Pagans may blow, rinse, or snuff them out early to prevent a fire hazard.
  2. Make sure to be present while the offering is lit, and make sure nothing catches on fire.
  3. If you are bothered by incense smoke, using an essential oil diffuser or unscented candle works fine.
  4. Although many Pagans recommend incense as a general offering, you do not have to offer it, or any candles, if they bother you.

Plant Offerings:

  1. If you offer a plucked flower, you may leave it on an altar or table until it withers. Afterwards you may throw it away. Basically, you handle it as any other friend would had you given them a plucked flower.
  2. If you offer a growing or potted plant, tend to it as you would your other plants. If it dies, that’s okay. Simply discard it as you would normally. The Gods understand that plants die, and They appreciate the beauty of plants while they last.

Other Offerings:

  1. For objects such as stones, shells, or family heirlooms, keep them on the altar or somewhere else special. Ideally, you will not need to throw these away. If they get damaged somehow, and if you cannot repair them, you may throw them out, but give an apology offering and try to replace them.
  2. For artworks or crafts, place them on the altar or hang them somewhere. Don’t sell your offerings; they are gifts you gave to the Gods and not yours to sell.
  3. For songs, play or sing them anytime you’d like to connect or give something to your deity.
  4. For writings, you may keep them, or some people might burn them to “send” to their Gods. Whichever way is up to you.
  5. For e-shrines or other technological offerings, keep them saved in their own folder, keep them nice and up-to-date.
  6. For magical tools, such as grimoires or wands that you dedicate, feel free to use them as normal. Just take care of them, and remember to thank the deity you devoted them to once in a while.
  7. For daily or private actions, such as cleaning, giving to others, etc., simply think “This is for you” or send your energy to the God, and finish the action.
  8. You may say prayers out loud, write them down, or simply think them in your mind. All are perfectly legitimate.

I hope I got all of this. Feel free to reblog or message with corrections, since I know I don’t know everything about every pantheon. Have a beautiful day, and have fun worshipping!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

To Raise a Storm

Storm raising is a traditional use for the witch’s broom. This working gives the witch three intensities at which they may place the storm of their making. It may be stopped at any of the three.
A word of caution might be needed here. Storm raising, while sounding fun, can be nasty business.

For wind-

Find a broom and an open space.
Hold the broom with the bristles up.
Take it in both hands and begin to wave the broom clockwise. Start in small circles and begin to swing farther out and higher up.

“Bristle I stick in Heaven above,
Into the clouds my broom I shove,
and spin it about like the Devil’s top,
and bring the winds to shake the crop.”

For rain-

Dip the bristles in a bit of water. Shake the broom at the sky, throwing the water in all directions.

“Bristle I stick in Heaven above,
Into the clouds my broom I shove,
and shake wet bristle above the ground,
and make the pouring rain come down.”

For thunder- 

Hold it aloft for a moment, then take the broom and with force begin to strike the ground with the bristles.

“Bristle I stick in Heaven above,
Into the clouds my broom I shove,
and strike the dirt beneath my wake,
and bring the lightning and thunder quake.”

Defects (M)

Muses: jungkook x reader
Genre: Angsty angst angst
Warning: mentions of cheating, sex (it’s all over the place) and plain old defect in the soulmate system.
Words: 4.1k
Note: Wrote all this Jungkook’s cover, Beautiful, a Goblin OST is on replay.

Concept: Every time you meet your soulmate, your pocket watch will start counting down the time you have with them until you part. For the amount of time you’re away from each other, whether it’s a month, a day, or just hours, the time is at a pause as your watch stares back at you with unmoving hands on the 12th hour. When you meet again, the countdown restarts.

Summary: Your watch comes alive in Jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. The moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights Jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. When your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with.

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DIY: the CURSE A BITCH edition

So yeah, follow up to this post.

You’ll need:
• polymer clay
• nails
• paints and brushes
• a jar
• a taglock
• salt
• black pepper
• tabasco
• vinegar (the clear kind you use for cleaning)
• dirt
• gutter water
• candles

First I salted all my windowsills and my doorstep with salt to make protect my house. To make sure the bitch wouldn’t be able to counteract, I created a home guardian who acts as a “bouncer” of sort.

Then I made a small poppet out of clay. I tried to make it look as much like the bitch as I could at that scale. Then I drove nails into her, telling her each time why she was being stabbed. “This one is for when you made fun of coworker S”, “this one is for when you bullied coworker B”, “this one is for when you took pictures of me”, etc… I finished by driving a nail in her mouth “that’s to teach you to stop spreading gossips and lies”

I made her look anguished and in pain because that’s why I want for her. Then I baked the poppet, leaving the nails in. I roughly painted it afterward.

Once it was dried, I glued her inside the jar. My taglock this time was a note she wrote me. Her name was even on it, so that was good. I put it inside the jar and lit it up. Watching the flames lick her frame was cathartic.

Once it was done burning, I covered the ashes with salt to ward off her influence and irritate her. Then I ground some black pepper and poured it along some tabasco on her, to burn her. Then I went outside and scraped some dust and hair and dead bugs from the ground and poured it on her, so her reputation gets as dirty as she tried to make mine.

Ew, gross.

I added nails to the mixture so that every time I shake the jar, she’s hit by the weight of what she’s done.

Then I filled it to two third with vinegar. At first I wanted to use the cooking kind, but in the end, the cleaning kind made more sense. I mean, she’s a huge disgusting stain on the surface of earth, so… I topped it off with some gutter water because that’s where she belong, and spat in it three times, thinking about all the crap she had done to me and the others.

Once I was done, I just sealed it with wax and placed it in a dark place where it never sees the light of day.

I poured some salt and pepper on top of it, hence the grains. The color is a lot grosser irl, haha.

Anyway, there you go: how to curse a bitch.

How to Make Coffee - a guide by Tim Drake

*Warning: Do not drink unless you don’t mind accumulating major medical issues and probably brain damage. When drinking this coffee, use caution, and pray it does not burn through your esophagus and devour you from the inside out. Do not drink if you are younger than 15 years old, have any health problems (besides no spleen. I don’t have one and I drink this anyway so it should be fine, but if you’re a normal person with no spleen then I wouldn’t recommend this, just in case), take medication, are pregnant, have a low caffeine tolerance, are not a hardened vigilante, know Alfred and might tell him about this semi-fatal cup of coffee I drink regularly, or wish to live a long life* 

*Side effects include: Either a good caffeine boost for the day or a coma. There is no in between. 


• Extremely strong Death Wish coffee grounds 

• Redbull 

• Splenda 

• A few flakes of salt (to ensure you’re bitter enough to face the world) 

• Tequila 

• Three drops of hot sauce (to strengthen your pain tolerance) 

• A few caffeine tablets (for maximum caffeination) 

• Love 


• Make a pot of coffee with the grounds and Redbull instead of water 

• Pour into a large mug (for best results, invest in a giant mug that fits multiple cups of coffee to enhance the experience) 

• Take everything else and mix it all in until the coffee looks just a little poisonous (I assure you it’s not as deadly as it looks. I drink this twice a day and I turned out alright) 

• **Do not add milk (this coffee must be black as your soul)** 

• Try not to die 

Hold my flower

A/n:  Thank you for all the positive feedback on Sick Peter. It has over 200 notes on it and you guys are just amazing. I hope you enjoy lovelies! Requests are open!

This is the prompt. Credit to them.

You always walked with Peter together to classes or through the halls. Everyone admired how cute you guys were from afar. Nerds, but cute nerds. Both of you were very sweet and were usually holding hands or pinkies while walking through the hallways, but today you guys were given a big project for chem and so Peter was carrying all the research books and papers that wouldn’t fit in your guys’ backpacks.

School had just ended and you guys were walking down out of the main hall when Flash came up behind you guys and slapped Peter’s books out of his arms.

“Wow so weak Penis Parker can’t even carry books” Peter scrambled to pick up the books and papers that were now scattered across the floor. You helped pick up the rest of his stuff while Flash was still laughing.

Peter stood up with his books messily in his arms and struggled to fix it. You glared a Flash who was now high fiving his friends. 

“Come on lets just go.” Peter said grabbing your arm to get away from the attention the crowd was giving you guys.

“Aww look now the geeks are running away to their hideout. Gross nerd love.” 

“Y/n.” Peter tugged on your arm, but you still stood there. The crowd quieted down looking at you, confused as to why you weren’t leaving. Flash turned to look at you.

“You looking at the prize honey? All you have to do is ask and you can have this. Leave Penis Parker, you’re out of his league anyway. He can’t even stand to show you off to people. He’s nothing.”

You’re emotions snapped.

“What did you say about Peter?” You said dropping your backpack with a thud. Everyone was staring intently at you; if a pin dropped you would be able to hear it.

“He’s nothing.” Flash expressed unsure of what was happening.

Your hands moved to your hair, pulling out the flower crown.

“Hold my flower crown.” Peter took it willingly with a small smile on his face because he knew all hell was about to break loose. Flash had referred to you as both an object to claim and was trying to flirt with you while dissing Peter, whom you loved and everyone knew.

“Kick his ass baby. I got your flower crown.” 

“Kick my ass? She’s like 5′2″.”

“Well Flash let me tell  you where you went wrong with this WHOLE situation.” You walked towards him pushing him hard into one of the lockers. The crowd inhaled sharply.

“You decided to be a shitty person. Mistake number one.”

“What are you doing?! Get off of me.” He tried to push you back and succeeded a little until you dug your feet into the ground and grabbed the collar of his shirt. You pulled him forward.

“Second was knocking my BOYFRIEND’S books out of his arms with no reason.” Flash tried to pull back stretching out his shirt. He wasn’t going to get away that easily. You grabbed his ear pulling him down to eye level as he yelped in pain

“Third is that you referred to me as an object. I am not something you own. Neither is any other female or male. I am a human not an object you can show off to make you look good.”

Flash started to give up on “being a nice guy” at this point and finally tried to swing and hit you. Needless to say you stopped his swing, punched him hard in the stomach, then twisted his arm behind his back until he was face down on the floor. 

“Lastly I have a boyfriend I love. If I didn’t I wouldn’t be with him. He is more than you are. So if he is nothing in your eyes what does that make you? Beaten by a girl who is 5′2″.” You told him and let him go. You looked up and everyone either looked astonished or was recording what just happened. Peter was the only one with the biggest grin on his face.

“I let you do that.” Flash said getting up. Annoyed you turned around and went for your thermos filled with soup then for Flash’s backpack that had ended up on the ground. Slowly you poured all the contents into his backpack.

“Whatever Flash. Fix your personality.” His backpack hit the floor soggy and you laced arms with Peter, but not before he put the flower crown back on your head.

“You held back some” Peter said making you laugh

“Well I have to leave him with whatever dignity he has left.”

Flash never bothered you guys again.

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GTFO Banishing Spell Jar

I did this lovely little spell with my best friend @playwith-a-witch. If there’s someone in your life who you want to get rid of (this would be great for stalkers), this is the spell for you. It is designed to cause minimal damage to the caster, so don’t be afraid that this is going to come back at you too hard. Happy hexing! 

Necessary tools: 

  • Rosemary, to protect the caster
  • Chili Peppers, to burn them away
  • Pine cone, to strengthen the spell
  • Chamomile, to keep happiness from them
  • Coffee, to be happy once again
  • Hibiscus, for potency
  • Apple seeds, to keep them from your loved ones
  • Your own spit
  • Olive oil, to ensure that the spell is long-lasting
  • Poppet, to represent the offender 
  • Mortar and pestle
  • Black Paint
  • Jar with sealable lid
  • Sigil writing tools
  • Candles
  • An offering to any spirits/deities that may assist you


  • Thoroughly paint the inside of your jar black to ensure that the offender can’t bother you any longer. Wait until it dries before you begin the spell.
  • Make a smol poppet that will represent the offender.
  • Construct a sigil to basically say fuck you, bitch
  • Gather all of the tools you will need to perform the spell.


  • Ground yourself, and cast a circle if you wish.
  • Invite any deities or spirits of karma to assist you in the spell: 

Guardians of the watchtowers, deities and spirits of karma, I invite you into my space to assist me in my spell. Please see that nothing dark, negative, or evil will be apart of it (wink). Make sure this bitch gets what she spit at me.

  • Put each ingredient, one-by-one, into your mortar and pestle. Think of each meaning and why you are using them. Grind thoroughly.
  • Draw your pre-made sigil on the poppet, visualizing what it stands for.
  • Put your poppet in the jar, and pour the ground herbs on top, chanting: 

“All your annoyance pesters me, 

I command you to back to your activities.

Leave my loved ones and I be, 

No longer in my life I’ll see thee. 

This is my will, so mote it be.”

  • Pour olive oil into the jar, covering the herbs and the poppet, then spit in the jar to further the potency of the spell.
  • Put the lid on the jar and shake till your heart’s content (this is the fun part). 
  • Seal the spell jar with wax.
  • Thank the spirits and deities of karma for helping you complete your spell and present to them offerings: 

Guardians of the watchtowers, deities and spirits of karma, I thank you for assisting me in my spell. I present to you offerings of <insert offering here> as gifts for your efforts. Thank you for assisting me in my time of need. So mote it be. 

I decided to record the audio of the spell. It was rough, but there it is below for anyone interested. Thanks to all my lovely mutuals that give me the confidence to continue posting original content! ~H


When it comes to discussing the Greek gods, “chthonic” or “chthonian” is a very useful and somewhat confusing word. You’ve probably heard it applied to underworld gods and spirits, the gods some people prefer not to deal with, the gods they find scary, the gods they fear may be dangerous.

“Chthonian” is sometimes contrasted with “Olympian” and while that is not inaccurate, it is also not the whole story. Even scholars, for the most part, no longer believe in a strict Olympian/chthonian division of deities and/or rituals. All that “chthonian” means is “within the earth.” It applies not only to underworld deities who reside within the earth such as Hades and Persephone but to agricultural deities like Demeter and Gaia. It applies to psychopomps like Hermes and Hekate, gods who visit the underworld as part of their duties but don’t necessarily live there.

Additionally, not all gods who are chthonian are chthonian at all times; a number of deities have a chthonian face (or faces) and an Olympian face (or faces). Zeus, for example: as Olympian Zeus he is the epitome of the Olympic god, but as Zeus Meilichios he is approached as a chthonian deity. Another example is Hermes: Hermes the god of the marketplace, the merchant, the gambler, in all these roles he may be approached as an Olympian god. As a psychopomp he is approached as a chthonian deity.

And when I say “approached as a chthonian deity,” I refer to some basic differences in how one may approach the god in this context. These differences are probably best taken as good guidelines rather than hard-and-fast universal rules–there was a fair amount of variation regionally and over time with regard to how one dealt with a chthonian or Olympian deity–but they are a place to start.

In some ways the offerings made to chthonian deities were more similar to those made to the recipients of hero cult, or even to those made to the dead, than they were to offerings made to Olympian gods. (I mention this both because it points again to the underworld nature of these gods, and because I plan a future post on heroes and the dead.)

* Offerings to chthonian gods were often made at night rather than in the daytime as was more usual for offerings to Olympian gods.

* Chthonian gods did not typically receive offerings of wine, preferring milder libations of milk or water mixed with honey. (The dead received wineless offerings as well, since wine was considered too heady a drink for them.) Others who preferred non-alcoholic libations were the nymphs, so this was not solely a preference of chthonic entities.

When an animal was sacrificed to a chthonian deity, it was typically preferred that it be dark in color rather than light (as was often the case with regard to sacrifices to Olympian gods).

* Worshippers did not typically share in meat offerings made to chthonic gods, which were often burnt in their entirety. (This, too, contrasts with typical offerings to Olympian gods, which ended with a feast shared between the gods and the mortals in attendance.) In cases where the meat was eaten, it was often required to be eaten immediately and could not be removed from the site (as was usual in the case of offerings made to the similarly-chthonic heroes).

* Offerings were typically made to chthonic gods, and libations were poured out, on and onto the earth itself rather than on and onto an altar.

These differences may or may not be pertinent to your personal practice; personally I almost always pour out my libations onto the ground, but that is in part because I lack an outdoor altar that would allow that. The notion of relating the specifics of worship to the nature of the gods as you are approaching them at that time, however, is I think always useful.

Mad: Part 13

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside, some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11 Part 12

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Five Years

Requested: Yes (Jason Todd/ Reader Angsty Smut) 

Summary: Getting the call from Bruce that Jason died was the worst night of your life, and five years later, after you nearly killed joker, given your batgirl suit back to Bruce, and taken up a new life for yourself as a gotham crime lord -guess who comes back? That’s right, Jason Todd.  

(Warning this is a smut with lots of lemony angst) 

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waters. (1/2)

rain water.
rain water can be used in place of any water, for any intention. rainfall is both destructive and restorative, depending on where and how it falls. 
leave or hold a container outside during a rain. 

storm water.
storm water can be used in work dealing with power. it is strength. rain is only a shower, until it builds into a storm. this can be used for either defense or offense.
leave a container outside during a storm. 

hail water.
hail water can be used in work dealing with direct damage. hail is water that has been treated too coldly, it lashes out. this can be used for bringing damage or harm.
collect hail stones, allow them to melt.

snow water.
snow water can be used in work dealing with rebirth. snow is a fresh slate, it covers what is beneath, it smothers the old. it washes away, leaving room for a new beginning.
collect clean snow, allow it to melt.

salt water.
salt water can be used in work dealing with cleansing, and protection. salt water is security. it is the planet’s well. it is the ever-present resource, and it is a force to be reckoned. 
collect rain water, add sea-salt.

moon water.
moon water can be used in work dealing with passive energies.
collect rain water, allow to bask in moonlight.

sun water.
sun water can be used in work dealing with active energies.
collect rain water, allow to bask in sunlight.

application to the craft:

water is a common and important supply in the craft. in spell jars and bottles, in cleansing and charging, in offerings, in altars, in kitchen and bath magick, scrying and divination, the list goes on.

water in itself a highly spiritual entity, but using water from a source compatible with your intentions can only serve to intensify its effect. i’ve written before about using the environment to aid your craft, this is an extension of that. just as any material we use, water comes from somewhere. how it came into the world is innately linked to its energy.

  • did it pour down onto the ground, flooding away soil, stones, and bits of earth?
  • did it peacefully bask in the presence of moonshine and stardust?

you could collect during a moon phase that compliments your intentions for even an even greater effect.

note: when cleansing/charging items, be sure to research the item beforehand- many things can be damaged by sunlight, water, and salt.

anonymous asked:

+++ can you please do a headcanon where rfa reacts to mc's death? pretty please +++

a|n warning: if you’re faint of heart, or cannot handle death, do not read.

RFA reacting to MC’s death


  • tears were prickling his eyes as he sat still on the cold metal chairs outside the hospital’s operating room
  • earlier that day, he brought you to one of his fan meets
  • but little did Zen know bringing you in today was the w o r s t choice he could ever make in his entire life
  • the echo of the gunshot was still freshly ringing inside his head followed by the panic and stampede caused by the people inside the fan meeting premises
  • he couldn’t remove the image he saw moments after he heard the gunshot — the face of the culprit and the sadistic smile it had on its features
  • how you suddenly screamed for his name and shielded him using your body
  • how you coughed up blood and fell right before his eyes
  • he tried to cover his ears as the resounding screams of terror and panic echoed inside his head, haunting him, taunting him, reminding him of how badly he screwed up on the only time you needed him the mosthis gaze fixated blankly towards the marbled floor of the silent hallways; just waiting … and waiting … and possibly hoping for an answer that might ease the pain
  • the door creaked open and he was quick to bolt up, although limping and dirty from the chaos he just got out from, he was very eager and hoping to hear a positive answer from your operation
  • “Doctor!” Zen exclaimed as he approached the one who just got out of the operating room, his face wet from tears, his clothes stained with blood and filth “How is she?”
  • his face was hopeful — the small flicker of light the only thing left inside the dark abyss he’s slowly drowning in
  • but as soon as the doctor removed his mask and gloves
  • Zen knew it wasn’t the answer he was hoping for
  • “I’m sorry for your loss, Sir.” 
  • as soon as those words reached him, his world stopped, the feeling of dizziness and disbelief washing over his system
  • he slowly backed down, his expression flashing cynicism before it all turned into despair and anger
  • “What?” his lips quivered as his arms fell limply on his sides, his crimson hues turning blank from the news he just got
  • “Come again? Will you please repeat that?” Zen’s voice inquired quietly, his lips twisting an incredulous smile “You’re just joking, right?”
  • “I’m very sorry about this. We … did our best. You brought her here a little too late. She already … lost a lot of blood. We are very sorry to deliver this news to you.” the doctor was trying his best to be sympathetic in his explanation but his sympathy failed to reach Zen’s ears
  • his entire system turned deaf and numb at the news
  • “What the hell?” a bark of laughter escaped his mouth as he shook his head, his refusal to let the news sink in evident on his actions
  • “That’s a funny one, Doctor! I’m an actor and I’ve seen lots of plays with this kind of joke running around. You can’t be serious, right?” his eyes tiredly gripped the doctor’s collar as he lightly shook him, his crimson hues passing a silent plead
  • but the doctor only dipped his head low, his silence the confirmation of everything he’s afraid to know
  • “Her time of death is 19:05, 9/11/2017. If only you were able to rush her here immediately then …”
  • upon hearing that, he tried to get past the doctor, pushing him out of the way and limped himself inside the operating room wherein he was just in time to see the nurses putting a white blanket over your lifeless body
  • the tears he tried so hard to restrain, now falling like mad waterfalls on his face, his hands shaking as he slowly removed the blanket that covered your entire frame upon reaching you
  • he grasped your hand with his and it further broke his heart when you didn’t make any movements to squeeze back, your skin cold against his touch
  • “Baby, please wake up. Wake up for me. You can’t leave me here! You promised to be with me until the very end, didn’t you?”
  • and every silent moment that passed, the further it made everything clear for him
  • “Babe … Babe, please. Open your eyes.” and even if how many times he begs, how many times he tries, it couldn’t change the fact that presented itself before him
  • you’re gone
  • and you’re never coming back
  • and it’s all his fault


  • so Jaehee just got out real quick to replenish some supplies for their cafe when it all happened
  • the inevitable fate that played its cards on their poor souls
  • much to her horror, she came back to something she wished in all her lifetime to never experience
  • the entire building was burning up in flames
  • “Oh god …” and what struck her the most was the fact that you’re still inside, silently sleeping on the employee’s quarters, the last place she checked to see you before she went out
  • before the burning building, there she stood still with her body shaking just before she heard the loud sirens of the firetrucks coming towards her direction
  • “MC!!! No!” it was her catalyst to run like mad and try to get herself inside the burning building, ignoring the fact that she might die while trying to save you
  • “Hey Lady! Come back here!” voices tried to stop her from going near the flames, she was frantic enough to come dashing, fully ignoring the warning calls of the people trying to knock some senses to her
  • the fire was burning high in the sky, creating a thick black smoke in the air
  • but before she can finally reach the entrance, she was pulled back by one of the firemen, a group of them now taking over in prying the entrance open
  • the fire was not showing any signs of being extinguished soon as it more parts of the building to be burned to further fuel itself high in the sky
  • her face was already wet with tears as she stared in horror, obviously very helpless at the moment
  • all Jaehee could hope was for you to actually present yourself in front of her and hug her and assure her that everything’s fine
  • that everything’s going to be fine
  • but moments passed and moments turned into long minutes and you didn’t come out
  • and only then was she able to fall on her knees in a silent surrender
  • the inevitable feeling of doom now reigning inside her heart
  • an ambulance came and medics started pouring out as one nurse tried to ease her up from grovelling on the ground to cover her in a wet blanket
  • she was then guided to sit on the edge of the ambulance and only then was Jaehee able to see her reflection on the mirror
  • she was covered in filth, her face stained with dirt from the fire, her hair a disheveled mess and her eyes bloodshot from tears
  • her body was so exhausted that she couldn’t feel anything else but her own hopelessness
  • her head perked up when she heard murmurs just a few feet away from her, two medics talking with each other with one holding something that looked like a checklist
  • “Did you hear? They only retrieved one body inside.” one hushed towards the other, fully unaware of how someone can hear them clearly “It’s severely burnt.”
  • Jaehee’s eyes widened as she mindlessly got up and walked in a daze towards the burning building
  • and true to what she heard, a stretcher was bringing out one lifeless body
  • a body that was beyond recognition
  • “This isn’t real. MC, no, you can’t leave me … not like this.” she pleaded, her voice breaking apart
  • she slowly walked towards the people carrying the stretcher, hoping that this is all just a nightmare she needed to wake up from
  • but what confirmed her fear was how she was able to recognize the thing the corpse was holding
  • because in the hand of the burnt corpse was the eyeglasses you borrowed from her
  • her own eyeglasses
  • and from then and there
  • for the first time ever
  • she broke down and cried like there’s no tomorrow


  • what’s hard in this life was how everything he had hoped to have always had a way to escape his grasp
  • recounting how worst the situation is only brought him to a further deeper level of depression and detachment from everything around him
  • his most prized possession was after all, removed again from his touch
  • each day that passed only made him more anxious of the days to come, wishing, hoping, wanting that it wouldn’t be the last
  • the last time he’ll be able to see your smile
  • the last time he’ll be able to feel your touch
  • the last time he’ll be able to hear your laugh
  • and each days that passes by was only making him wish for more extension of the days he’s able to spend with you
  • but he was not blind not to recognize how the situation at hand was of no further saving
  • that this time, truly, it might be the last
  • and that the time that was given to the both of you has finally reached the end of its cycle
  • “My love.” he whispered as he lay down beside you, his arms enveloping you to a warm embrace “Are you tired?”
  • you tilted your head up to meet his gaze, tears prickling from the corner of your eyes, unable to process that you’ve come to the end of the road
  • you were only able to produce a small nod
  • you heard how he sharply inhaled as he tightened his hold on you, his touch showing how he badly wanted to keep you
  • to hold you
  • to never let you go
  • “I see.” his deep voice reverberated as you pressed your ears near his chest, hearing the slow beating of his heart at the same time
  • a rhythm that strangely put you at rest every single time
  • you were after all very fond of hearing how his heart beats for you and no one else but you
  • your heart broke at how time seemed to run fast at the moments you wanted to stay with him
  • at the moments you wished you were permitted by life itself to be by his side
  • and how it was achingly slow to wait for the inevitable twist of fate to happen
  • “No matter what happens …” Jumin’s voice trailed off as you were finally able to release the sobs you were trying so hard to stop
  • you can hear his own voice break as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, a droplet of wetness from him protruding on the skin of your face
  • “I love you.” he breathed, his own voice shaking. his resolve now crumbling as he himself started to silently succumb to his dreadful emotions
  • “I have loved you in this life. And I am going to love you in the next.” he whispered, now his lips touching the tip of your nose, his slender fingers wiping the tears that kept on falling to the side of your countenance “I am going to love you and only you to every life I will be given.”
  • you nodded silently as you felt the time finally going its last round of quarter, your own frail hands desperately trying to get a hold of him
  • desperately trying not to let go
  • desperately wanting to feel him whole
  • “I am going to love you hard … that not even time can soon stop us from being together. Not again, not ever.” and with a quick lift of your chin to face him, you felt his warm lips melt against your own, the intensity of his love for you watering your dried soul
  • and his love will be the only thing that will guide you in this lifetime
  • “Rest now, my love. I will be here beside you.”
  • the knowledge of knowing that his love will go lengths just for you soon lulled you into your silent surrender, your eyes closing, marking the end of the cycle of time in your life
  • finally ending your struggle and battle with the sickness you carried the entire duration of your waking days
  • and until you drew your very last breath
  • you knew he was there
  • and that his love will soon revive what was lost
  • what time had failed to permit the two of you to have: a love that can be shared without constraints and struggles, a love so pure, so true and a love that only your hearts will be able to recognize
  • a love that not even sickness can tear you both apart
  • not on this lifetime, but maybe on the next


  • “So, for your birthday, what do you want to do?” Yoosung asked his 4 year old son as he happily tied his shoelaces for him at the porch of their home
  • “I … want … want to … amusement park!” the broken sentences of his child only made his heart swell in joy as the kid beamed at him, the evidence of his youth showing at how his two front teeth was still growing
  • “Ohhh! That’s a very great choice! You really do resemble papa, huh?” he teased as he carried his son and tickled him, the child laughing heartily at his little tickle session
  • “Now, now, stop that both of you.” he heard your voice as you made yourself known to the both of them, showing how ready and perfectly dolled up you are for the day’s itinerary
  • “Mama!” your child beamed and tried to reach you with his tiny, little hands, closing and opening his palms with a smile as bright as the smile of the man you love
  • “You look beautiful! You’re always beautiful for me, honey. Always, okay? I have a very beautiful wife!” Yoosung gushed, his lips now curling a full grin - his amethyst orbs twinkling in happiness “So, my beautiful wife, let’s go?”
  • you nodded eagerly as you interlaced your fingers with his free hand and walked towards the drive way, with the hope for a very great day ahead of you
  • but just as how the day began so bright
  • life truly has a way to make you payback for that tiny ounce of happiness
  • because in the middle of the trip to the amusement park,
  • the car swerved and swayed, your child crying helplessly in your arms, Yoosung trying his best to gain his control back on the steering wheel, the sound of the tires screeching and the last thing you can feel is your body being squeezed and ripped apart
  • … and then there was darkness
  • and that darkness opened a light when Yoosung was able to regain his consciousness
  • his ears can catch people buzzing, whispering and the deafening sounds of ambulances all over
  • he groaned when he felt like his entire body was slammed hard that he failed to move according to the way he wanted
  • then a blinding pain attacked him on the lower portion of his body
  • and only then was he able to fully wake his consciousness up and he never wished so bad that he just didn’t wake up
  • he stared in horror at how his legs were severely squeezed in between his seat and the car controls
  • his head feeling light, his mouth painfully bruised, his eyes too heavy to fully open
  • but what broke his heart the most was when he was finally able to roam his eyes to his side
  • only to be greeted by the bodies of his family
  • covered in blood
  • and l i f e l e s s
  • that he was only able to release a strained scream of horror, his eyes hurting his face the moment his tears started falling down
  • “No … No! No, no, no!!” he screamed your name … and screamed and tried to squirm out of his current position just to reach you, just to hold you, just to check if you’re still with him only to be assaulted back by blinding pain
  • and until he was pried out of the broken vehicle and ushered to the ambulance
  • and up until they were able to reach the hospital
  • the only thing that greeted him was a declaration of his life shattering before his very eyes
  • “Dead on Arrival. A woman and a child. Car accident. 14:02 P.M. 09/11/2017.”
  • and the fact that you died
  • in his very own hands


  • not once in his life did he want something as bad as he wanted you
  • as bad as he wanted to leave a proof of existence to you
  • and as bad as he wanted to have you and only you in his life that was full of nothing but misery and loneliness
  • that’s why, he was very fixated on the thought that whatever mess he tangled himself in, he’d get out of it no matter what
  • he was going on a mission that he, himself, was not even sure if he’d be able to get out alive after
  • to confront the shadows that he, for the longest time, had tread after
  • to confront the enemies he thought he already got rid of
  • thinking that nobody in his life will be affected if he just stayed away from the people he cared about
  • but then you came to his life and no matter how hard he tried to resist, he was able to slowly fall in love with you
  • and then he was able to realize how much of a mistake it was the way he had been living his entire life
  • and he wanted nothing else but to protect you no matter what
  • so that a time will come when both of you will finally be able to stop running away from them, running away from that
  • but what surprised him most, the day he was ready to confront his shadows, was to find you, gagged, tied, covered in blood and beaten up
  • your entire body laying inside the abandoned factory from which he had received an intel that it will be the place for the final confrontation
  • Saeyoung just stood there, his eyes wide in horror as he slowly read the words painted in red on the dull wall behind your body
  • “You can never leave.”
  • and in that moment, all he saw was red and nothing else, the rage inside his body building up
  • but the moment he heard you release a strangled cough, he was quick on his feet to go to you
  • “MC! MC … thank god. Please, don’t strain yourself. I’ll untie you alright? Stay with me. Just listen to my voice!” he stated in a panic, his voice shaking so badly against his throat
  • “Sae … young …” you whispered, the metallic taste of blood grazing your taste. and then you slowly tilted your head just enough to see him, his face now wet with tears
  • his golden orbs flicked towards you and you can see resentment and anger deep within them
  • you tried to crack a smile and whispered, albeit a hoarse voice, the words, “At least … you’re going to be free now. Y - you’re going to be okay.”
  • “No! No, who said I’m going to be okay with you like this?! You idiot! Who told you to fix my mess, huh?” he exclaimed, the flood of his tears never stopping
  • you smiled softly towards him and whispered, “I - I just wanted you to be free. And you are … from now … on … okay …?”
  • and with a last, small cough of blood
  • you saw darkness
  • “You idiot! You … idiot …” his voice broke down as he fell on his knees, his body now shaking from the uncontrollable tears flowing from his eyes, “Why did you do this? It should be me! It should be me … I should be dead!”
  • how badly he wanted for this to just be a bad dream - for him to wake up from this nightmare and to be greeted by your smiling face
  • his desperate self was praying and hoping for all of this to just be a prank - that the heavens must have only been playing a joke on him
  • he waited for your eyes to flutter open and then laugh at him at how ugly he possibly looked at this moment
  • but it never came - your eyes never opened again
  • you’re the only good thing in his life
  • how can you leave him?
  • every single day he pushed you away came back to him like a curse, all the moments he wasted not being able to tell you how much he loves you, how much he cares for you and how much he wishes for you to stay with him forever came rushing back
  • he circled his arms around your body, pulling you close, wanting to never let go
  • and in that brief moment of silence, he was able to know who is responsible for this
  • and came to a resolve he should have done a long time ago:
  • get revenge even if it means he’ll lose his life in the process
  • after all, what is his life’s purpose if you’re not included in it anymore? he’ll follow you soon so you won’t be alone.
Ball Bearings

DM: As you stop, she turns around and asks “Why have you stopped?”
Elf: He uh, stubbed his toe.
Human (OOC): I’m on a horse!
DM: Okay roll for, deception.
Elf: *rolls a 9*
Warrior: OKAY! As they do this, I’m going to “accidentally” pour my thousand ball bearings on the ground.

Ball bearings are apparently a good way to distract from a bad distraction.

BTS scenario: You waking up from coma

Anon requested:  BTS reaction to get in car accident with there GF and they’re okay but there GF in bad condition (coma) but wake up after week or two? Please 😭💞💞


He was the opposite to his normal self. He was quiet. He wouldn’t talk at all. He kept thinking about all the memories you shared, being thankful for every little moment.

„I thought about the worst case scenario, but just I couldn’t imagine life without you. I knew we have a future together ahead of us,“ he’d say right after you gained consciousness, while trying to hold back the tears that threatend to leave his eyes.

Originally posted by jinmini


He didn’t eat, drink or sleep properly these past few weeks but just sit there emotionless. When he got the message that you woke up, he wouldn’t believe it. He RAN, yes RAN, all the way from their dorm to the hospital to see it with his own eyes. And there you were, lying in the hospital bed, giving him a weak smile. His knees would give in, so he’d fall to the ground and start crying, pouring out all the emotions he held back the past days.

Originally posted by classysuga


Hoseok was by your side when you woke up. He’d tell you all the things that happened and why you were in coma, while being a crying mess.

„We were driving home… And it was raining… And suddenly… And you were covered in blood… And I thought the world was gonna end…“, he’d say between his sobs.

Originally posted by oneversehobi


The first days, he was crying nonstop, but he knew he had to get his shit together. He needed to be strong. When he saw you slowly opening your eyes, his eyes getting watery and he felt a stone falling from his heart.

„Hey there. How are you feeling ? Are you in a lot of pain ?“, he’d ask while waiting for the doctor to arrive.

Originally posted by rapmunstar


The first thing you heard when you woke up, were his quiet sobs. You squeezed his hand to show him that you’re awake.

„I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t leave me alone in this cruel world“, he’d confess while kissing the back of your hand.

Originally posted by sosjimin


Yo slowly shifting and opening your eyes, was all it took to turn him into a crying mess. At first, he wouldn’t talk at all, just crying for hours, burying his face between his hands on the bed while you stroked his head softly.

„I missed you. I missed you so much, you cannot imagine. I’ll cherish every second with you from now on, so please don’t do this to me again“, he’d finally let out.

Originally posted by bangthebae


This young man would blame himself. He thought it was his fault at a certain point. You could see that him being without you was hell for him. His red, swollen eyes, his pale skin and his dry lips were the first view you were confronted with when you woke up.

„I love you. And I’m sorry. I’ll make sure to protect you properly from now on,“ he’d say while sobbing.

Originally posted by btsyub