A spell I wrote inspired from the film Practical Magic
This is a fire free spell used to draw in your ideal lover.
This is NOT a spell to make a specific individual fall in love with you.
This spell can also be altered to search for the ideal platonic partner. See the notes section at the end of this post!
- Pick any of the following flower petals and dry them*
if you have the time. But fresh petals are also okay. (you don’t need the whole flower just a a couple of petals) You don’t
need all of them, I’m just providing as many options as possible: White
Carnation (pure love), Dark Red Carnation (Deep Love), white
Chrysanthemum (truth and loyal love), Red Chrysanthemum (love), Red Rose
(deep love), Yellow rose (friendship/ caring), Orange/Coral rose
(passion/energy/desire), Lavender Rose (love at first sight), Tulip
(declaration of love/ perfect love) - Any other flower you can think of
that symbolizes love + companionship. You don’t need a lot. Maximum 2
petals for each flower of your choosing.
- Hot water (like just barely hot enough for tea. As long as there’s steam, you’re golden)
- water soluble paper (get rice/wafer paper OR look for the brand print-stitch-dissolve in a local craft store. I’ve found it in Michael’s and staples for around $10) IF you can’t fine the paper, just write on your flower petals, provided they are large enough.
- pen(s)/ pencil(s) in any color(s) of your choosing
- mug or bowl
- an open window/ outdoor space
What to do:
- Start boiling your water. Feel free to put it on low heat, this may take some time.
Take your pen and paper, list the qualities you seek in a love (be they
physical or personality related). If you do wish to use a visual
element you can print out images/ draw the qualities you seek. There is no need whatsoever to glue items together
- As you write each quality, rip it up from the page so it’s on it’s own strip, place it in your mug/bowl
- when you are finished writing, take your dried petals and crumble them/ tear them up, toss them into the mug/bowl as well
the mug/bowl into your hands and speak/whisper this chant
“Lover hear me. Lover know my name. Lover come find me. Lover follow my heart’s flame.“
put the bowl down, by now your water should be hot. Slowly pour in the hot water, repeating the chant if you wish. Let the steam send your wishes out into the world. Feel free to chant until you no longer see steam/ until the water cools.
- When the bowl/contents have cooled, pour out the mug/bowl. Be sure to wash it when you are done if it’s one you consume from.
Additional Notes: If you’d like, keep a copy of your list should you choose to keep an eye out for your person. Or if you’d like to perform the spell again. Feel free to copy any imagery as well and hold onto it if you wish.
To press + dry flowers you can either iron the flowers between sheets
of parchment paper OR press them under some heavy books (this can take
several days. But since it’s petals you’ll probably need a week max.).
If you use the iron method, make sure the iron is on the lowest possible
setting and there is no water in it. Don’t iron across the paper like
you would clothes, just dab for 10-15 seconds in each spot. Let it cool .
Maybe go over with the iron 1 more time, you don’t want to scorch/ burn
PLATONIC PARTNER ALTERATIONS: change the the word “lover“ to “partner“ in the chant. Look for flowers that have friendship/ familial/ unconditional love related meanings such as yellow rose, Jasmine, pear blossom, primrose, yellow chrysanthemum, forget-me-not, blue violets, ect. Obviously make more changes as you see fit <3
jason likes braiding kori’s hair just because it’s soothing to them both, and anything that helps jay unwind is something that kori and roy will get behind immediately. it ends with her hair in a different braid each time because jay doesn’t like to keep things simple and roy is always bringing up new things to try
alec angrily stands up from the kitchen, pushing his chair back with enough force that the room is filled with a horrible screech. “i don’t think this will work out anymore, magnus. we’re just too… different.” he starts to storm off but only manages to make it past the doorway before pausing. he takes a breath, makes a decision, and marches back in. “fuck that.” he pulls magnus up and kisses him. hard. when they finally pull apart, foreheads still touching, magnus sighs in mock exasperation, “are you going to do that everytime we have a disagreement about the wedding?” alec visibly fights back a grin and touches their noses together. “but magnus. red chrysanthemums mean i love you.”
Hi, so I was watching a TED talk and this woman was talking about making a list of ten things you know to be true without thinking about and I decided to write about it, also at the request of a friend^^ I’m sorry if this was cheesy but I am a generally cheesy person so I apologize lol also I’m shit at ending things sorry, I’m also not good at poetry and I wrote the poem at the end. Anywho, hope you enjoy it!
Can you do a mc/reader x zen in their own fairytale or there on a date to Disneyland which ever one is easier! I don't want you to stress too much!
I’m not too sure if this is what you meant by “in their own fairytale”, but here we go. Thanks for requesting!
Once upon a time, there existed a forbidden forest on the edge of a kingdom. Legends say that the flowers in that forest possessed powerful healing capabilities that could even bring the dead back to life. There were many humans who wanted to keep this power for themselves. They trampled upon and destroyed the forest which infuriated the Guardian of the Forest. The forest which was once so peaceful came to life and swallowed all the greedy humans whole in a single night. Nowadays, they say that those who foolishly enter the forest will meet the very same fate and are never to be seen again.
But such legends did not scare nor deter Zen, a loyal knight to the princess of the kingdom. The princess was dying, and there existed no medicine that could save her. The forest was Zen’s only choice. For his princess. His princess whom he was indebted to and who gave him a home when his parents threw him away.
When Zen first entered the forest, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but he surely wasn’t expecting such a beautiful sight before him. The edge of the forest looked so menacing from the outside, but upon stepping foot inside, the entire scenery changed, almost as though there was a magical barrier that safely hid and protected the beauty inside. The forest was a vibrant green that seemed to have an ethereal glow. It was devoid of animals, but the colourful assortment of flowers seemed to make up for it.
“Who are you?”
The voice came so suddenly that Zen’s first instinct was to draw his sword and point it at the newcomer but froze when he came face-to-face with a beautiful young maiden clad in a long dress that shimmered in the sunlight. You stared down at the sword at your neck, unfazed, before slowly bringing your attention back towards the young man.
“Who are you?” you repeated your question.
Zen hesitated for a moment before finally sheathing his sword. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed in greeting. “My name is Zen. I’m a knight in the kingdom near this forest. May I ask for your name?”
“You may not,” you answered firmly, your gaze steady as you continued to eye the young man before you. “What are you doing in my forest?”
The knight cocked his head, confused at your choice of words before it dawned on him. “Could it be that you're—” Zen wasn’t given the chance to finish his sentence, finding his arms and legs to suddenly be ensnared by all sorts of shrubbery.
“Are you here to steal from me too…?” The question that leaves your lips is quiet, and there’s a certain sadness behind it. “Are you going to hurt me and my friends too? Are you…going to leave me all alone too once you get what you came here for?”
Zen doesn’t know how to respond to your questions, so he answers with his own. “Are you the Guardian of the Forest?”
You lock gazes with the young man, and there’s something in his eyes that are different from all the humans who came before him. His eyes carry kindness, patience, and a sense of determination of…something. You bite your lower lip and decide to introduce yourself. “…Yes.”
“Lady Guardian,” Zen starts, and you can’t help but scrunch your face from being called such a weird title. “A friend of mine is dying, and I want to save her. Please, will you help me save her? I promise, I won’t take more than necessary, and I won’t ruin any of the plants here.”
Your eyes search the knight’s face for any hint of lies like the others, and you bring your face closer to his. He keeps your gaze, determined, and you don’t know why, but your heart starts to race the longer you stare into his smoldering eyes. You have no reason to give this man what he wants, but for some reason, you do so anyways.
Zen becomes free from the ensnarement, and you offer him a single white rose. “Here.”
The knight graciously accepts the rose, his eyes lighting up which makes your cheeks flush. Almost as though forgetting just who exactly you were, he unreservedly takes your hand in his and bends forward to kiss your fingers. “Thank you!”
The next day, Zen enters the forest once again, and your first thought is that he lied to you and came back for more of those healing flowers, but instead, he holds out a red rose for you to take, and you stare at it in confusion. Zen can’t help but laugh at your confusion, the sound ringing pleasantly in your ears, and goes to explain, “In exchange for the white rose you gave me and helping me save my friend.”
“Oh…” you reply lameley as you accept the rose, your fingers brushing with his. “That’s…awfully sweet of you.” Zen only beams in response, and he turns to leave, but you stop him. “W-Wait!”
Zen stops in his tracks and turns to look back at you, confused. You fumble around for an excuse as to why you called out to him before your eyes light up with an idea. You run up towards the knight and hold out a lilac for him to take. “F-For keeping true to your promise.”
The young man stares at the flower before a gentle smile spreads across his features, and he graciously accepts it. To your surprise, Zen came back the next day and offered you a red chrysanthemum. “For making me smile.”
After that, somehow, it became a natural occurrence of Zen coming back to the forest every day and exchanging flowers for all sorts of reasons.
Yellow acacias. “For keeping me company.”
Primroses. “For listening to my thoughts.”
Tulips. “For always being here for me.”
Honeysuckles. “For sharing your laughter with me.”
Violets. “For believing in me.”
Zen tucks the small flower behind your ear before gently placing his hand atop your cheek. He strokes the expanse of skin with the pad of his thumb and gently guides your face to look up at him, holding an expression that you’ve never seen before.
“Thorin!” Bilbo exclaimed. His surprise quickly faded, replaced by a cool, distant expression. “What are you doing here?” he asked flatly.
“For barging into my room, or storming out of it?” Bilbo countered.
“Both,” Thorin replied without hesitation, risking a tiny smile. Encouraged by the distinct lack of yelling, Thorin walked towards the bed. “Flowers,” he mumbled as he shoved the colourful collection at the older teen.
“Yes, these are flowers,” Bilbo replied slowly.
Thorin took it as a good sign.
Bilbo’s expression turned thoughtful as he examined the different flowers. “Hyacinths are for apologies,” he said. “Pink camellias, red chrysanthemums… Wait, do you know the meanings of all these flowers?”
5.19.2017 11:10 PM: Two exams, Biology and Math, finished, and I have the weekend to study! Also, I gave in and decided to start a bujo! It’ll keep me productive (hopefully) ove summertime and give me a nice, organized start to the year for Senior year of high school! I’ve been deliberating over starting one since I found studyblr because premade planners don’t allow enough space for the many things I have to do each day, and it’ll let me be creative in little ways without ruining my notes by doodling crazily.
You’ll notice I named it Chrysanthemum. It’s technically Red Chrysanthemum, as insinuated by the cover and the color scheme of the time. I chose the name because I love flowers and flower language. Chrysanthemums mean hope, loyalty, and love, and red in particular indicate romance and passion. I want this bujo to help me grow in my study habits and also remind me that as much as I love and care (almost too much) for everything I do and all my relationships, self-love is important too. It’ll also (hopefully) remind me that there is hope in the dark days of my mental illness. Even if it isn’t always aesthetic, I’m going to power through bad spreads and overcome perfectionism with it. I hope you guys like it! It’s about 240 pages but because of bleed I will probably use 120, which is enough for 2 page weekly spreads plus a few more pages~ Once it’s done, I will get another one if I think I can do it in college too.
19 (F). What’s your daily routine?
It’s pretty variable these days, but goes something like this:
Wake up, spend 15 minutes trying to acclimate
15-25 min Shower because I have short hair (or skip if I took one the day before and I need to sleep in)
Make my lunch
Make a giant thermos of tea to bring to school
Go to school, if no school then stay home and study/relax/do chores
Come home from school, relax, then get to work until dinner
After dinner, back to work
Bed anytime between 10 and 2
This summer I’m going to try not to go to bed too late each night because resetting my body clock is not fun, but I tend to be more lenient. And I’m going to Spain, so talk about melatonin problems, haha. I’m also gonna try to be more productive this summer than last.