the little empress

anonymous asked:

hello my friend believes someone put a curse on him & I want to help out but I'm not sure what I can do. Can you give me any ideas or perhaps an unbinding spell I can use?

Sometimes just believing you’ve been cursed, even if you haven’t, can be enough to bring about some gross junk into your life. However, sometimes bad things just happen with no explanation or reason. 

I believe it is important that your friend really think out why he believes someone cursed him - has he pissed off a witch recently? Has someone hinted at that prospect? If not, I am sure he is fine.

Otherwise…

Protection from Curses

Decoys

(a decoy acts as a “substitute” for you, where the curse will be redirected to instead of harming you; the decoy can then be cleansed or destroyed to remove the curse from it)

To Break a Curse

To Send a Curse Back

There are many options, lol.

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EMILY THE JUST // EMILY THE VENGEFUL - A low chaos // high chaos mix for Emily Kaldwin

THE JUST - spotify // playmoss

“It was not your choice to be the daughter of an Empress, but I believe you’ll rise to the challenge. Stay good-hearted, Emily. Keep drawing and telling stories." 

Emily Kaldwin the Just, first of her name, a daughter of kings and queens. She holds the kingdom in the palm of her hand, but she looks to the horizon, burning for something more, something she cannot have. The sea calls her home.

THE VENGEFUL - spotify // playmoss

"They’ll say that little Emily Kaldwin the First came to power in an age of terror and corruption, and that she did her best in a world that is not kind to little girls, or Empresses." 

Emily Kaldwin the Vengeful, Void-touched, a daughter of shadows and crows. She is an empress, yes, but she sits upon a throne of bones, and rules over all that is broken. Her teeth are bared and she has tasted blood.

Mix descriptions written by the wonderful @vaulthunterexe <3

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lovelyseijurou  asked:

May I get Murasakibara getting really protective of his small female s/o? ^~^ Thank you so much and I hope you have a nice day/night!

A/N: omg sign me up for this because this is really, really adorable and I love Mukkun - of course you may! I LOVED writing this and I loved the prompt; so so so so cute! Thank you for the ask  and I hope your day/night is lovely as well <3 By the way, I love your avatar and header! Akashi is so bae! 


There were some serious inconveniences that came with your height, and you learned this fact at a young age. There were many times in your life that you had needed a stool to grab something off of a top shelf, and being able to see things in a crowd? Forget it. Finding someone whom you spoke on an eye level with was a rare feat, so your neck had a permanent position fixed upwards; stiffness often crept its way there as a result.

Your boyfriend, Murasakibara Atsushi, was your antithesis. While you were miniature, he was a giant at nearly seven feet tall. While you stretched for objects out of your reach, he was ducking into doorways. Yet, though you two were sometimes mistaken for a brother and his younger sibling, you found that the two of you complimented each other, both of your extremities forming a balance. Atsushi was lazy, that much was for sure, but he cared about you. He was there to grab whatever you needed, to give you a much needed piggyback ride when you couldn’t see, and contrary to popular belief, with enough maibou and lazy cuddles you were actually capable of convincing him to rub on your neck - calloused, dry hands becoming a sensation you enjoyed, as it was your boyfriend assisting you out of his own love for you, you knew. 

The disadvantages of your height, therefore, ceased to bother you on a daily basis. 

Murasakibara was the personification of sloth, and though he wasn’t one to ever vocalize his feelings often, you knew inside that giant of a body was a large heart to match. You knew he’d be there for you, because you were ‘his ______-chin,’ and though sluggish, he was protective; you would always be there for him as well, because you loved your gigantic boyfriend. 


You hummed on your way out from class, the weight of your bag slung over one shoulder. You squinted as your eyes made contact with sunlight; the day was bright, clear, and beautiful. A slight breeze blew past you, cooling down perspiration that threatened to surface on your skin. You were giddy, happy as could be, because the rest of your day consisted of spending time with your boyfriend. You had agreed to meet him at the school gates and you had planned to go straight there after class. 

You, however, were not expecting a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned around, expression brightened as the possibility came to mind that it was a certain purple haired boy; your mood immediately dampening when you realized that the tap had not come from your significant other, but one of the boys from your class. You weren’t quite sure of his name, he and his two friends behind him, but you knew they weren’t good news. You were pretty sure you had never learned their names because they were always suspended or not in school, and considering the fact that they had never wanted anything to do with you previously, the feeling of poison bubbled in your stomach as anxiety formed. “H-Hello,” you greet, swallowing down nervousness, exhaling insecurity. 

The boy nearest you, the one you immediately dubbed as their ringleader, had an expression on his face that startled you, one that could only be described as cynical. “Hello, ______.” He purred, eying you up and down before taking a stride closer to you. Needless to say, you felt uncomfortable, and though you wanted to take a step back in order to separate your personal space from his, you couldn’t; your legs were rooted to the ground in uncertainty. “You’re so cute, y’know? So small, and such a good girl. I saw how you were paying attention in class like you were some sort of teacher’s pet.” 

Your mouth felt dry, your tongue thin and papery without moisture. You wanted to fight back, to say something sassy - because, wasn’t it normal to pay attention in class? But you couldn’t. Hell, you couldn’t even look the boys in the face. They were intimidating and you knew they wouldn’t be scared to rough you up. Not to mention, they were at least six feet tall, and not something you could even possibly contend against. “So, since you’re such a good girl, how about you hand over those class notes? It’s the least you could do for a guy like me, because if not, I feel like that pretty little face of yours might not be so perfect anymore.” 

You want to run, you want to move, or tell him off,  or to do something. But your breath is coming in shallow inhales and exhales and you can’t even bring yourself to meet his gaze. It’s clear that he’s expecting an answer, so when you manage to open your jaw and let out a quiet, “N-no…” he loses his patience with you right then and there, his temper snapping. Before you know it, a weight is lifted from your shoulders, bag tipped over as a clatter is heard, multiple books and papers hitting cement as the contents of your bag are spilled all over the ground.

It’s the clunk of your things hitting the flooring that snaps you out of your trance. You gasp, mouth agape as your eyes flicker up to meet his. His expression is ruthless, and with the unsympathetic laughter of hyenas behind him, his friends spurring him on, you’re left panicked, heart beating erratically in your chest as you realized that you had never, ever been in a situation like this. It’s the ultimate underdog stigma; no one was on your side, and you’re too weak to fight for yourself. You hear a bitter laugh, paper crumpling as the boy picks up your class notebook. “H-hey! Give that back!” You stutter, eyes wide as you reach up on tippy toes - but he holds your notes out of reach from you, a grin on his filthy features. “Aww, look at this poor little bitch! What’s the matter? Are you-” a fake gasp, “Are you angry at me? Oh no! What’re you gonna do?” his voice comes out like sludge; like something that belongs in a sewer. 

Frustration burns through your lungs as you jump in place, arm outstretched in an attempt to grab your notes, of course to no avail. You feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, itchiness at your nose; you feel like crying, because you don’t know what you’ve done to deserve this and you’re about to give up. You clench your jaw, teeth grinding against each other, and you’re so lost in your vexation that you don’t hear heavy footsteps, the crunch of snacks, or the crinkle of a maibou wrapper. 

He changes the whole air of the predicament with a crunch of his snack. A shadow looms over you and though a string of taunts had previously been coming out of the mouth of the delinquent in front of you, for once, he shuts it. “Say, ______-chin. Who are these guys?” You immediately halt your jumping. Feeling someone pat your head, you glance up to meet a familiar face. Your heart soars in your chest, and though your expression had previously been aggravated, your frown is replaced by a smile. “Atsushi!”

While you’re pleased to see him, Murasakibara is less than thrilled with the situation. While described as dim by some others, he was certainly able to put two obvious things together.  “Why were they making you jump like that? You looked really sad for a second there, ______-chin. Seeing you sad makes me really, really upset.” He pauses for a second, eyes narrowed with impending rage. “Hey, you,” Murasakibara steps forward, looming over the boy with overwhelming dominance. Upon being addressed the boy nearly jumps. His own mouth is agape, eyes wide as he stares up at the titan that was your boyfriend. You finally realize your hand is shaking, your limbs trembling from the adrenaline of the situation; yet you can finally breathe a sigh of relief now that he’s here. The giant plucks the notebook out of the boy’s fingers with ease, throwing it behind him as he’s too infuriated to care. Luckily, your reflexes are fast enough to catch it. “I’m pissed, so I’m gonna crush you now.” he drawls, eyes glinting something dangerous. 

It isn’t long before the boy is making pained whimpers and gasps, Murasakibara’s hand latched onto his head and adding increasing pressure. The delinquent’s fingers tremble, and he opens his mouth to say something, but it comes out as a whine of pain instead. His two friends were long gone by now, having run as soon as they had seen the menace that was Murasakibara. Worry flashes through you - though you’d been terrified, you didn’t want to kill the boy with how your boyfriend could be sometimes, plus with the fact that Murasakibara was incredibly powerful, it was likely that your bully could suffer some serious damage. “Atsushi, please!” You pipe up finally, voice regained as the threat of danger had blown over, “That’s enough!”

You don’t need to tell him twice, because though he’s approximately two feet taller than you, he’s tied to you like a dog to its owner. He lets go, the boy slumping to the ground, trembling and attempting to regain his breath. “Never talk to ______-chin again, or I’ll crush you for real next time.” He stares down at the boy, purple hues reflecting his supremacy and it’s only then that the boy scrambles to his feet, letting out a panicked yell of sorts as he ran. 

You’re able to still your thumping heart at the delinquent’s retreating figure, bringing a hand to your chest as you let out deep inhales and exhales in attempt to calm yourself. A large hand makes its way onto your head, stroking and patting as he feels your hair with long digits. “______-chin?” He asks you. You divert your attention up at him, a smile forming on your lips as you realize just how strongly you feel for your lover. He was always good to you, always there for you whether you needed something off of a top shelf, needed to see over a crowd, or needed someone to protect you. You reach up on your tippy-toes and grab at the tie of his school uniform. He understands, bending over at your request.

Your palms make their way to his cheeks, stroking tenderness and affection into his skin with the pad of your thumb. Murasakibara lazily drapes his arms around you, pulling you into an embrace of sorts as his eyes close at your ministrations. You take the chance to peck his lips, pulling away ever so slightly to touch noses with him. You loved your boyfriend. He was your other half, your prince and hero, your balance. Your face is filled with bliss, happy with the fact that you found such a boy to spend your time with, and you find yourself smiling. “Thank you for saving me, Atsushi. I love you.”

anonymous asked:

I hope asking for another headcanon's okay: AshBella, chores (I'm p sure's cooking's already assigned to bella lol)

You are correct, Anon! And you can ask for as many headcanons as you want. I’m having lots of fun answering them! 

Isabella will definitely take over the kitchen. Although Ashton does ask Bella from time to time if he could help her out. Usually, under her careful watch, Ashton doesn’t burn the place down or anything. 

Honestly, I see Ashton really eager to help Isabella out on anything she needs. He loves to be able to assist her. I can see him washing clothes and accidentally leaving a red sock in the white load of clothes. The next day, Isabella is switching the clothes to the dryer and all the whites are now pink. 

ASHTON, YOU HAVE MADE MY BRA AND PANTIES PINK.”

Ashton comes down and makes a face like…

“Well, I know pink is more Becca’s thing, but I’m sure you’ll look great in them regardless, Scaredy-cat.”

Isabella then pulled out one of Ashton’s boxer-briefs which was now a lovely shade of light pink as well. She smirked, “I’m sure you’ll look great in these too, babe. We can match now.”

Ashton is more than willing to do chores but he usually needs to be supervised. 

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Bonus:  Isabella is washing dishes and Ashton offers to do it for her. She says, nah it’s okay, almost done. So, Ash purposely presses up against her, wrapping his arms around her, and whispering into her ear. “You sure?”

She shivered and felt upset at the same time. All Isabella wanted to do was finish washing the dishes but it was impossible to focus when Ashton was purposely riling her up. 

He playfully nipped her earlobe, moving down to kiss her neck, which was totally unfair that was her weakness and Ashton knew it. “Let me do it.”

At this point, Isabella wasn’t sure if he meant the dishes anymore. She embarrassingly cursed under her breath, letting go of the dish and leaned into Ashton’s touch.