(These are unique to my craft. However, I have seen similar methods in other crafts.)
Spell Circles are used in a type of spell casting that is more ritualistic than other types of spells. (For less ritualistic spells, see these posts: 1, 2, 3.) Step #1: Begin by drawing a circle and a circle within that circle.
The circles act as a barrier and/or a scope to aim and contain the effects of the spell. I recommend using India ink that has had salt dissolved in it. (If you do, be sure to only use this ink for the circle, and not for the other parts of the Spell Circle.)
Step #2: Draw the Root Sigil in the center of the smaller circle. The Root Sigil is the main goal of the spell. It is the subject of a sentence, and the sentence is the spell. If you aren’t familiar with Sigils or how to use them,Hereis a post I made about them.
Step #3: (This step can totally be skipped) Draw a Spell Seal (This is a link to Part II) in the center of the circle. When I do this, I never let the lines of the spell seal go over the Circles, or Triangles of the Root Sigil.
Step #4: The final step is to write the rest of the spell around the outside circle. When I do this, I always have a Sigil Chain that IS the complete sentence that I burn as part of the spell.
To cast a spell Circle, set up the correspondences (Candles, smudges, elements, taglocks, etc.), and say the incantation. Then once the spell has been completed. Destroy the Spell Circle. (If a Spell Seal was used, I always destroy the Spell Circle using the Elements that are attributed to the Seal used.)
I was looking for prompt-posts
and couldn’t find a good one (that I liked and wasn’t too long) so I made my
So send me a number & a ship and
I’ll be happy to write a short fic or something. If you’re unsure about what I can/will
write, take a look here. You can also include if you want/don’t
want a specific genre.
“I think people hug at this point.”
you in Hell, bitch.” 03. “I- I can’t breathe.” 04. “Can I stay here for the night?” 05. “What part of leave me alone don’t you get?” 06. “What if I say no?” 07. “I dreamed of you last night.” 08. “You can dance with me… if you want!” 09. “How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else?” 10. “I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”
11. ”I can’t believe you shot me!” 12. “Would you stop that?!” 13. “Breathe, okay? Just breathe.” 14. “I knew I’d find you here.” 15. “I’m not supposed to be here.” 16. “Where do you think you’re going with this?” 17. “I’ve
never done this before.” 18. “I got you, it’s okay.” 19. “I can change.” 20. “What are you wearing?” 21. “How do you even sleep at night?” 22. “Let’s go win some stupid shit.” 23. “Why is there a dog on the couch…?” 24. “It’s
not burnt, it’s slightly toasted.” 25. “[something else you want]”
Feel free to use and reblog this for your own
“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost
an incomplete list of really annoying adhd symptoms
- Losing your phone and/or keys at least once a day, usually multiple times. (Especially my phone. If my phone is not in my hand I probably have no idea where it is.)
- Looking like an asshole 24/7 even though you’re actually a really considerate person at heart because you constantly forget to reply to texts and messages, RSVP to events, tip waiters, etc. It took me about two weeks to realize I hadn’t yet donated to my friend’s Kickstarter.
- Driving is just. You know. Fun.
- Completely forgetting what you were going to say in the middle of probably 30% of your sentences.
- Constantly burning food, leaving detergent on too long, etc. because you step out of the room for two seconds and end up distracted by something else.
- Fighting back tears when you need to clean a space but there are too many Items and u need to move them all and sort them out….somehow…kill me
- Needing clean, clear spaces in your home in order to think straight, but everything is constantly a mess because executive dysfunction.
- That persistent feeling, even when you’re calm and feeling mostly fine, that you’ve probably forgotten something of dire importance and your life is about to come crashing down around you.
- Getting super flustered when someone gives you instructions to follow that aren’t written down.
- Being actually really fucking smart but having nothing to show for it because you struggle to follow instructions, remember key components of simple tasks, and you get confused by half of what people say to you.
- Being really hardworking and taking your work really seriously but getting no credit for it because you can’t perform half as well as employees who care half as much.
- Not understanding jokes. Not understanding jokes. Not understanding jokes.N o t u n d e r s t a n d i n g j o k e s
- Thought of a good song lyric, melody, or description? You better write that shit down NOW because it’s gonna be gone in 20 seconds.
- Not knowing how to respond to various things people say so you just end up saying the most accidentally rude or awkward thing you possibly could.
- Literally not even being able to focus on things that you love to do. Having to structure time to do things that are fulfilling to you. *bangs head against wall repeatedly*
- Checking and re-checking any work you do because who the hell knows what glaringly obvious idiotic mistake you might have made.
- Realizing that absolutely everything you know how to do halfway competently is a combination of Google and winging it because your brain just does not process information the way it’s normally presented and “common sense” is not a thing with you.
- Having to set an unsettling amount of alarms on your phone if you actually want to remember the things you need to do.
- Pretty much never making any recipe that involves more than 4 ingredients because anything past that gets overwhelming.
- Making to-do lists and forgetting you made them.
freezing outside and I was shivering although I was wearing a beanie and a
thick woollen scarf. Today of all days the school bus had broken down and I was
left in the cold when all I wanted was to just get home. I unlocked my phone
and dealt my brothers number, thankfully he picked up right away.
little sister?” Phil greeted me, he clearly sounded stressed.
you pick me up? I think there is a problem with the bus’s engine and I’d freeze
to death if I walk all the way home.”
“I’m on my
way to this meeting. I told you it’s today, didn’t I? Sorry, sis, I can’t pick
you up right now.” Phil indeed sounded immensely sorry.
“Oh yah, I
forgot. Then I will just have to walk.” I said with little motivation. It was
surely going to take me about two hours.
Dan. I’m sure he can get you, he’s coming over today anyway.”
the mention of his name made my heart beat faster. I had a huge crush on my
elder brother’s best friend. Super cliché, I know. But how could I not crush on
such a guy?
never tell Phil how I feel about his best friend. He would make it obvious and
probably embarrass me in front of him. The chances of Dan liking me back were
-11%. Do guys ever go for their friend’s little sister? I don’t think so. At
least Dan doesn’t.
Dan told me, as I opened the door to his car.
picking me up.” I shyly smiled at him as I got in.
want you to freeze to death. Phil would have killed me if I left you here.” Dan
laughed before he started driving again.
Why do guys
look 100 times more attractive when driving? I could literally feel my level of
nervousness rise by the second. Never had I been all alone with Dan before.
was school?” he asked me, keeping his eyes on the road.
I was glad
that he decided to break the silence since I was horrible at starting a
seriously asking me that?” I grinned as he laughed a little.
was as boring as always.” Dan answered for me instead.
and nodded my head in agreement. Dan took a quick glance at me and shot me a
you are staying over today?” I wanted to make sure that I heard him correctly.
“Yup, I hope
you don’t mind.”
I?” I blushed a bit as I said that and hoped he wouldn’t see it.
getting pretty warm in the car so I took of my beanie and totally messed up my
hair while doing so. It must have looked totally dishevelled because Dan was
a look.” He joked as I tried to quickly fix my hair.
“Shut up.” I
groaned in embarrassment.
continued to make small talk and joked around until we arrived at home.
again, Dan.” I emphasised after we had both gotten out of the car and I
unlocked the front door.
I didn’t know when Phil was going to get back
from his meeting, I just knew that I was alone with Dan until then. Normally he
would have come over later, but because of the circumstances he was here
already. It was just me and him. Just us two. Alone in this house.
I threw my
school bag into the corner the second I walked in.
you are spending the afternoon with me. I’m the cooler Lester anyway.” I
grinned as we both got rid of our coats and boots.
I always get
super excited whenever my brother invites Dan over, being alone with him made
my heart race and I had to stop my hands from trembling by taking a few deep
your room. I feel like the last time I was in here there were Barbie dolls all
over the floor.” Dan told me, having followed me into my room. He was examining
the pictures and posters that decorated my walls.
definitely exaggerating.” I laughed “Do you wanna order pizza and play video
games?” I asked Dan and as soon as those words had left my mouth his eyes lit
later we were sat in front of the TV, both holding a controller.
“Why are so
good at this?” Dan asked me. He was clearly impressed and surprised.
“Who do you
think plays these games with Phil when you are not here.” I answered, trying
not to give away the fact that I was very much enjoying Dan’s admiration.
afternoon was all I had ever hoped for. I have always been a bit jealous of
Phil and everybody else who could see Dan whenever they wanted to. Now I was
finally spending some time with him and it was going incredible well.
going down, Howell.” I exclaimed halfway through the game. I was certain that I
was going to win.
actually think you can stand a chance against me? That’s cute.” He said as if
he was talking to a toddler and ruffled my hair.
messed my hair up again.” I complained as I tried to fix it for the second time
nothing can beat the way your hair looked in my car today.” He admitted,
I like to
wear beanies okay? I prefer being warm over beautiful.
mean!” I whined and playfully hit his left shoulder.
“I said it’s
a look. That’s a compliment!” Dan threw his hands up in defence and grinned at
me like a fool.
stop flirting with me.” I told him jokingly, probably taking it a little bit
too far in an attempt to be funny. He must’ve thought I’m a total loser. To my
utter surprise, he blushed. I made Daniel Howell blush!
trying to flirt with you.” He stuttered wide eyed. His cheeks were still red
and he wasn’t concentrating on the game anymore.
“I know.” I
assured him. The rush of excitement slowly vanished as I could feel my heart
sink. Of course, he wouldn’t flirt with me. I knew that. Why would I expect
Phil’s sister. I would never.” Dan babbled, trying to make it sound like he was
totally revolted about the idea of me and him together.
“I know.” I
repeated awkwardly, trying my best to not sound hurt.
continue-“ I started but Dan cut me off.
would never. Phil would hate me - or even kill me. It’s not like I’m interested
in you. And you are definitely not into me, right?” He rambled. It seemed like
he was trying to convince himself instead of talking to me.
even give me the time to answer before he was thinking out loud again.
off limits. One just doesn’t kiss one’s best friend’s sister. Even if I wanted
to which I certainly don’t and-“ He stopped himself in the middle of his
sentence. His eyes were burning into my skin. We just stared at each other for
a second before his lips crashed down on mine.
eagerly kissing me, stabilizing my head with his hand. I kissed back, like I had
kissed him a million times before. This had to be a dream, right? Suddenly I wasn’t
thinking anymore, it was like my brain had shut down and my heart and emotions
had taken over. My inside was tingling, and I was nearly bursting with joy.
It was a
quick but intense kiss and after we broke apart I was overwhelmed with what had
just happened. Did Dan just actually kiss me?
say you weren’t flirting with me and that you certainly don’t want to kiss me?”
I asked Dan and although I wanted to tease him, I had an extremely huge smile
on my face.
wasn’t exactly true. I was just trying to convince myself, but honestly kissing
you is worth getting killed by your brother.” Dan was smiling too and shyly scratching
the back of his head.
stared at him like a fool and he stared right back. We were both wearing big
smiles and I was already fantasizing about kissing him again.
Phil, but I -“ Dan started, but he was interrupted.
Phil what?” Phil himself asked with raised eyebrows as he entered the room,
looking at Dan and then at me.
Group: BTS Member: Park Jimin Type: Fluff/Smut Word Count: Part: 1/2
everything around you becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and that
person…is that considered love? Giving yourself up to not hurt them? To
ignore your feelings so they can be happy? But what if it’s taking over your
life and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it?
That’s the cruel thing about love.
You can’t decide when to stop your heart from fluttering for someone. It might hurt at first, make you feel like
your heart is exploding but eventually it’ll pass. The pain of loving someone
who doesn’t even know you exist.
walking through the cramped hallway, your locks framing your head perfectly as
you keep your gaze fixed on the tiles underneath her feet, looking at the mess
that’s your reflection. Your head hangs low to avoid any possible eye contact
with him. Every time he passes, the
moment seems to freeze. Your heart seems to skip a beat whenever you catch him
smiling, talking so passionately about the things he’s enjoys. The way his hazelnut brown eyes light up with so
much adoration like a million shining stars at night.
Your heart seems to break whenever you
see him touching another girl like they’ve known each other for years.
A smile tugs on the edge of your lips by the thought of it. You quickly catch
your lower lip between your teeth to avoid anyone from noticing.
You quickly run into class, your heart stopping when you see him sitting in
front of the class. He’s sitting on his desk, talking to the other boys of the
football team and with the cheerleading captain by his site. You pull your
syllabus closer to your face to hide your red cheeks burning with fire. Your
breath hitches in your throat when you see him catch his lower lip between his
teeth and biting down on it ever so gently. You quicken your path to avoid your
thoughts from going any further and sit down at your desk at the back of the
class, listening to his fainted giggles mixing in with the loud obnoxious ones
from the girl next to him and seeming to admire him more by the second.
You drop your head on the desk and watch him from afar. You let out a deep
breath out of frustration and shut your eyes. Why is it so hard to forget about
him when he doesn’t even seem to notice your existence?
But who are you to blame? His short brown hair and gentle dark eyes are able to
make any girl fall for him in a matter of seconds. To him, you probably are no
one. The thought of you feeling attracted towards him, might even be absolutely
stupid to him. When the bell finally rips you out of your thoughts your heart
drops by the sight in front of you. Her hand on his arm, laughing hysterically
at one of his jokes.
You want to
scream, run away or slap the smile out of her face but then again, you’re in no
position to feel jealous or protective over him. In the end, he doesn’t even
know you exist.
You quickly collect all your things, not wanting to bear the sight in front of
you any longer. He waves good bye to the girl when you walk past.
You start to feel uneasy, tears prickling your eyes. Your heart breaking more
every time he walks pasts you without even noticing you.
Suddenly you feel a hand brushing against your shoulder gently. You stop in
your step and stare ahead, trying to control your emotions. You slowly turn
around to them, so many thoughts wandering through your mind.
Your eyes widen when you hear your names fall from the lips you’ve dreamt of so
many times. He gently turns you around, his eyes glistening when he locks eyes
with you. Your mouth falls open by the sudden realization that your only wish
finally came true. He giggles gently at your expression, his lips turning into
a smirk. “Can we talk?”
trying to keep up with his fast pace as you follow him outside. You open the
door to the rooftop and stop for a moment. He continues walking without looking
back at you once. Snow is falling miraculously from the sky and onto your
oversized bobble head. You wrap your coat around your body tighter and slowly
walk over to him. He’s standing at the edge of the roof, staring down at the in
white covered city.
you mumble, your voice not recognizable to you. You hear your heart thumping
inside your chest, feeling like it’s going to burst out any moment.
hitches in your throat when he turns around to you, his gaze meeting yours. “Why
do you like me, Y/N?” he asks. You feel your anxiety raise inside of you and
want to avoid any further conversations with him.
“Well…just because.” you’re having trouble forming proper sentences as his
intense stare burns into your eyes. There are no emotions on his face, his skin
glistening underneath the snowflakes melting on his face. He giggles
at your answer and turns away from you, leaning his body against the brick
wall. “That’s not an answer, Y/N.” he answers, his tone appearing more
You gulp, your mind giving you endless possibilities of how you could mess this
conversation up any more. “I just do…”
back to you quickly, taking a step further towards you. His mouth is only a
hairs-breadth away from yours and you feel his minty breath on your shivering
lips. His eyes wander from yours down to your mouth and he bites down on his
lower lip gently. “That’s not the answer. Tell me why I’m the only guy you seem
to focus on. Why all the other guys don’t seem interesting to you, Y/N. There’s
got to be a reason.” he growls and pushes you into the glass door behind you.
tears starting to fill your eyes and want to scream but something about him
makes you feel easy, something tells you to stay.
“You aren’t like the other guys, Park Jimin. You might be the most wanted guy
in town but I know you’re different.”
slams his hand down into the glass next to you, making you jump at the sudden
movement. He shakes his head at your words and looks up at you again. “I fucked
every girl in this building, got expelled twice and didn’t show any interest in
you at all and yet you still seem to have nothing else on that sweet little
mind of yours, but me. Why?”
feeling your body burn with desire by his threatening words. Something about
him makes you lure for his touch. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten,
Jimin. Things don’t change that quickly. No matter how much you try to ignore
me, I know you’ll always be yourself, Park Jimin.” you answer.
places his thumb over your lips and parts them slightly, a smirk lying on his
lips. “No, it’s because I’m dangerous and I know you like to play dangerous
his lips against yours in a hot, forceful kiss, his hand wandering up and into
One of the things I find most interesting in Kay’s book is that we know when Erik attempts to kill himself in the gypsy camp he can’t do it because deep down he still believes in God and that suicide would just land him in hell. Which makes it all the more sinister when he later designs the torture chamber which forces the victims to either slowly burn to death or more likely choose to take their lives, which in his mind would sentence them to eternal burning.
<b></b> (describe your partner's aesthetic in one sentence or less)<p/><b>Lance:</b> burning marshmallows at a campfire<p/><b>Keith:</b> pool noodles<p/><b>Lance:</b> <p/><b>Keith:</b> <p/><b>Lance:</b> <p/><b>Keith:</b> i panicked ok<p/></p>
Imagine a world where the first words your soulmate say to you appear on your skin and you talk to Castiel and your brothers aren’t over the moon about it.
You were sat in the dirt ridden motel room waiting for your two older brothers to return from a hunt. You weren’t aloud to go with them since you had been ditching school to do research. Even though your brothers dragged you across the country to kill and destroy creatures out of nightmares, forcing you to change schools every 5 days, god forbid that you miss a lesson on fractions.
Had you done any of your homework? No, of course not. Had you been nervously waiting for your brothers to return from a werewolf hunt? Of course.
Suddenly, the door swung open and Sam and Dean walked in, drenched in blood head to toe. Dean had a rather pleased smile on his face while Sam had his bitch face on.
‘You were meant to kill the wolf Dean, not wear it.’ Sam said, attempting to rub a patch of blood off his coat, only making it worse.
‘What has to be done has to be done.’ Dean responded, doing a little twirl as he walked towards you.
After every single hunt, your brothers would give you a hug. It was a sense of safety for you. As Dean wrapped his noodle arms around you, you saw a figure standing behind Sam in the doorway.
Without thinking twice, you pushed Dean back and pulled the gun from underneath your bed. ‘Who are you?’ You spat at the figure, slowly walking towards it.
‘Y/N, put the gun down. He’s a friend.’ Sam told you, placing his hand over yours as he pushed them down.
The figure stepped forward out of the shadows, looking at you with question in his eyes. ‘You were not what I expected.’ He said in a gravelled voice.
After he finished his sentence, a burning sensation travelled across your right arm. Dropping the gun to the floor and falling down on your knees in pain, you pulled up your sleeve. There sat the words that the figure had just said to you, set in stone on your skin.
With shock and annoyance you looked up at your brothers who were caked in panic.
‘Well I guess I better learn my soulmates name.’ You told them, realisation setting in.
Sam’s face went from panic to annoyance. ‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’
Dean, however was still processing what was happening. His eyes flicking back from your soulmate to you.
‘His name is Castiel. We call him Cas. He’s an angel of the lord.’ Sam explained to you, folding his arms in frustration.
You stood up looking at Cas. His eyes were set in a questioning position looking you up and down. ‘Interesting.’ He mumbled underneath his breath.
‘Nice to meet you too, lover.’ You sarcastically said, setting into your own version of sam’s bitch face.
‘Nope. No. Not happening.’ Dean must have realised what was going on.
Dean walked in front of you, a sense of protectiveness crawling over him.
‘That’s my little sister, it’s not going to happen.’ Dean said to Cas who was partly taken back.
‘Dean, you don’t decide this.’ Sam tried to tell Dean.
Dean looked over his shoulder, glaring at sam. ‘Like hell I don’t.’
Content: On the streets, the immediate aftermath of the Archdemon’s death. Zevran grieves already as he chases the remaining darkspawn out of Denerime, until… Content warning: mature, gore Author’s notes: this fic will be a part of a multi-chapter fic later, and in a heavily revised form, because I was completely hammered while I wrote this on two different days. It is unbelievably bad prose. But I had a (gargle)blast writing it, and thus I will show you this thing that embarrasses and makes me proud at the same time. Don’t kill me guys. Link: AO3 ————————
could vomit at the sight of him. The Warden’s face was black and
blue, once fair and fine-boned, now blue, black, split open and
swollen. Who could lay a hand on such beauty? But there he stood,
hunched over, leaning on his staff with the ochre robes become that
grotesque red. The dying red.
came down as soon as I could,
Leandaros began, limping closer, eyes wide and full of apology, but
stopped in his tracks.
stared at him, mouth slack, eyes unseeing as if he was still blinded
by the flash in the sky that had marked the death of the Archdemon.
Piled into the back of an Uber, Katya watches Trixie draw sloppy circles on her forearm, smiling dozily with her cheek against the backseat, and tries to push down the troublesome feelings that have been bubbling up all night.
“It went so good,” Trixie is saying. “Don’t you think? I think it went good.”
(AN: back with more! still not the longer thing – i’d say that’s coming soon, but time isn’t real, so i won’t. thank you for the nice words/response to “all dressed up”! this is shorter, about 1.7k, and it’s pure Todd Haynes glancing touches and half-finished sentences slow burn slice-of-life bullshit set after the album release party (buy Two Birds on itunes.) not established relationship, but established something. enjoy!)