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Crystal Safety, Revisited

There’s an awesome post going around by @prettycitywitch that discusses crystal care and toxicity. I noticed a few errors in it, just due to the source that was used, so I contacted her and got permission to rewrite it to ensure the most accurate information possible is spread around in the witchy community. I’ve gone through every crystal in her list and added a few others. 

Everything in this list has been confirmed by the Gemological Institute of America Laboratory (one of the foremost in gemological research), multiple published mineralogical sources, and/or at least two online mineralogical databases. Crystals of particular concern in each category have been bolded; the other listed crystals have a bit of wiggle room.

Crystals affected by sunlight or heat
Most crystals (including nearly all in this list) are safe to expose to sunlight temporarily - you can wear them in jewelry during the day, for example, but don’t leave them in your windowsill for weeks. In general, colorless crystals may be left in the sun indefinitely, while colored (especially pink) crystals should be stored in a place that doesn’t get direct sun all day. Heat, on the other hand, can easily affect many crystals, but usually only at high temperatures (steam or a jeweler’s torch), so I’ve only included the ones that could be damaged by relatively low temperatures.

  • Amber - may crack in heat
  • Amethyst - may fade over time; safe to expose to sun temporarily
  • Apophyllite - heat can cause flaking; sunlight is fine as long as the specimen is kept cool
  • Maxixe (dark blue beryl) - fades extremely quickly to pale brown in sunlight; color can only be restored through irradiation
  • Azurite - will fade over time with exposure to sunlight; store in a dark, cool environment
  • Celestine - fades in long exposure to sunlight
  • Chrysoprase - may fade in sunlight; restoration of color sometimes possible through prolonged storage in water
  • Fluorite - occasionally can fade in sunlight
  • Hackmanite - exhibits tenebrescence, a temporary change in color due to sun exposure; will return to original color if kept in a dark area
  • Hiddenite - unstable in sunlight and heat to a lesser degree than kunzite
  • Kunzite - will fade drastically in sunlight; indoor incandescent light can also slowly affect this stone
  • Larimar - fades over time when exposed to sunlight and heat
  • Morganite - deeper colors or more lilac hues can fade in sunlight
  • Opal - fading is minimal, but sunlight, heat, and changes in air pressure can cause internal fracturing called “crazing”
  • Pearl (& mother-of-pearl) - may lose color or turn dull in sunlight or heat
  • Sulfur - extremely heat-sensitive; crystals may fracture or burst if left in the sun or held in your hand
  • Topaz - irradiated stones may fade in direct sunlight
  • Tugtupite - exhibits tenebrescence, a temporary change in color due to sun exposure; will return to original color if kept in a dark area
  • Vanadinite - may darken and lose transparency in sunlight
  • Zircon - heat-treated stones may revert to original color over time in sunlight; avoid exposure to UV lights (tanning beds, nail salons, etc)

Water-soluble crystals
Though many crystals will eventually be worn away by water mostly due to tiny particles of other substances suspended in the water, there are very few that will dissolve in water in any significant way. Contrary to what some believe, most crystals with the suffix ‘-ite’ aren’t water-soluble; ‘-ite’ simply means ‘stone’ and is part of most mineralogical names. 

  • Anhydrite - not water-soluble, but instead will absorb water and convert to gypsum; store in a dry environment and do not submerge
  • Boji stone - not water-soluble, but may rust due to iron component
  • Calcite - somewhat soluble in slightly acidic water; neutral or slightly alkaline water is usually safe; negligible dissolution in air due to gaseous carbon dioxide
  • Celestine - very slightly soluble
  • Chalcanthite - easily soluble in water, but must be stored in a humid environment
  • Chalcopyrite - not soluble, but may rust due to iron content
  • Fluorite - very slightly soluble
  • Halite - easily dissolves in water; moisture from your skin or humidity in the air can eat away at crystals
  • Hematite - not water-soluble, but exposed rough areas may rust
  • Magnesite - slightly soluble; solubility increases with presence of salt
  • Magnetite - not water-soluble, but may rust due to iron content
  • Malachite - slightly soluble in water containing carbon dioxide
  • Marcasite - water may trigger decomposition into melanterite, which contains sulfuric acid
  • Mica (muscovite, fuchsite, lepidolite, etc) - plate or sheet-like specimens may absorb water into cleavage planes and begin to break apart; aggregated crystals are safe in water
  • Pyrite - exposure to water, including high-humidity environments, can trigger breakdown
  • Rhodochrosite - slightly soluble in water containing carbon dioxide
  • Sulfur - soluble in warm water; may form sulfuric acid over time if left in a wet or humid environment
  • Ulexite - dissolves in hot water; slightly soluble in cold water

Acid-soluble crystals
A large number of crystals will dissolve in acid. Many only dissolve in strong acids, such as hydrochloric acid - I won’t list those here because it generally won’t be a concern. There is very little information on mineral solubility in weak acids, such as vinegar, so this list is incomplete. But really, why are you soaking any of your crystals in acid?

  • Amber - “young amber” is soluble in a large number of chemicals
  • Aragonite - easily soluble, even in dilute acids; effervesces
  • Atacamite - readily soluble in acids
  • Azurite - may be slightly soluble
  • Calcite - easily soluble; effervesces
  • Lapis lazuli - composed of a number of minerals, including calcite, which may be acid-soluble; acetone and other substances may remove dye
  • Magnesite - slightly soluble in acids
  • Malachite - readily soluble in acids; color may also be affected
  • Pearl (& mother-of-pearl) - soluble in acids; surface will become dull and pitted
  • Rhodochrosite - slightly soluble in warm acids; effervesces
  • Smithsonite - effervesces and dissolves in acids
  • All water-soluble crystals

Crystals affected by salt
Salt is a dehydrator, so any hydrated crystal may be damaged by it. Salt has a hardness of 2 to 2.5 and may scratch any mineral softer than this. It is safe to put non-hydrated crystals of a hardness between 2.5 and 7 in salt, but very fine scratches may occur due to impurities; don’t put cabochons or faceted stones in this hardness range in salt.

  • Apophyllite - may dehydrate in salt, resulting in flaking; usually not an issue unless combined with heat
  • Cavansite - may dehydrate
  • Chalcanthite - dehydrates easily, forming potentially dangerous powder; store in a humid environment
  • Gypsum (including selenite) - hardness of 2; may be scratched by salt; may dehydrate to anhydrite
  • Opal - will dehydrate and develop internal fractures called “crazing”; store in a wet or humid environment
  • Pearl (& mother-of-pearl) - may become dull and pitted
  • Stilbite - may dehydrate

Potentially dangerous crystals

In general, crystals are pretty safe - handling them is usually okay. Many crystals do have somewhat dangerous elements, such as aluminum-bearing garnets, but they’re “locked” in the crystal structure in a way that prevents them from harming us unless the crystal is powdered or dissolved and inhaled/ingested. The occasional garnet or moonstone gem water won’t hurt you in the slightest.

Because there’s no way for this list to be ‘complete’ - I don’t know what unusual stones you might have - I advise you to never make gem waters with or otherwise ingest

  • powdery, very fine, or fibrous crystals;
  • crystals which you have not identified;
  • metal ores;
  • metals, with the exceptions of gold, platinum, tungsten, and titanium; and
  • stones composed of a variety of minerals.

Don’t use these crystals for gem water, elixir, massage oil, etc. Don’t put these crystals in your mouth or otherwise insert them into your body.

  • Adamite - contains arsenic
  • Amazonite - generally safe, but the color is usually caused by traces of lead; don’t use flaky or powdery specimens in gem waters
  • Atacamite - contains copper
  • Aurichalcite - contains copper and zinc
  • Azurite - contains copper
  • Boji stone - composition can vary, so some stones may have dangerous components
  • Brochantite - contains copper
  • Cerussite - ore of lead; wash hands after handling; do not inhale dust
  • Chalcanthite - contains copper; wash hands after handling; do not rub eyes after handling; do not inhale; do not ingest
  • Chalcopyrite - ore of copper
  • Chrysocolla - contains copper
  • Cinnabar - ore of mercury; always wash hands after handling; do not inhale dust; never ingest in any form; do not heat; massive (aggregate) cinnabar can contain elemental mercury which is very easily absorbed by the body
  • Conichalcite - contains copper and arsenic
  • Cuprite - contains copper; do not ingest
  • Dioptase - delicate, may break or crumble into powder; contains copper
  • Eilat stone - contains copper
  • Galena - ore of lead; wash hands after handling; flaky/crumbly specimens are common, be careful not to inhale dust
  • Malachite - contains copper
  • Marcasite - decomposes to melanterite, which contains sulfuric acid; do not ingest; wash hands after handling; do not inhale
  • Mohawkite - contains copper and arsenic; may contain other toxins
  • Psilomelane - contains barium
  • Pyrite - broken-down pyrite can contain sulfuric acid; do not ingest; if pyrite appears blackish or crumbly, wash hands after handling
  • Realgar - contains arsenic; wash hands after handling; never ingest
  • Serpentine (sp. chrysotile) - safe unless fibrous; do not inhale; asbestos
  • Stibnite - very soft; contains antimony
  • Sulfur - can form sulfuric acid when in contact with moisture
  • Turquoise - usually safe unless powdery; contains copper
  • Vanadinite - contains lead; may have traces of arsenic
  • Wulfenite - ore of lead and molybdenum; do not ingest or inhale

A few final safety reminders

⚠️ Never swallow any crystals, because some otherwise safe crystals can interact with your stomach acids and produce dangerous chemicals.

⚠️ Never crush, powder, or dissolve crystals with the intention of inhaling or ingesting them - fine powders and solutions make elements more accessible to the body.

⚠️ Wash your crystals in water and gentle soap before making any gem waters, elixirs, etc. with them. Even if the crystal itself is safe, it may have been in contact with other dangerous crystals or chemicals.

⚠️ Never make gem water, elixirs, etc. with crystals that are on/in matrix (the base rock the crystals grew from). You don’t know what the matrix is composed of, and it may contain dangerous minerals or elements.

⚠️ Never burn, hold in a candle flame, or intentionally heat your crystals. Intentional heating should only be performed by a jewelry or gemstone professional in a controlled environment.
The sole exception to this is anhydrite without matrix, which may be carefully raised to 200°C (~400°F), dry heat, to dehydrate it and change any gypsum components back to anhydrite. Be aware that this process can occasionally result in fractures, breakage, or internal damage to the stone.

Keep yourself and your crystals safe, everyone! There’s no way for this list to be complete, because there are thousands of minerals out there, so please feel free to contact me if you have questions about any particular stones!

Still Alive

I’m sure many of you are wondering where I’ve been these past few months. I’m afraid there isn’t an easy answer to that. Not one I can explain easily. My health has worsened once again. I’ve had to deal with kidney stone surgery and stomach issues along with a deepening depression and an increase of severity of my chronic fatigue. It has been a struggle to get through every day and I guess tumblr just didn’t seem like it mattered much anymore.

I lost touch with close friends and I stopped talking to my parents very much. I went into a shell and honestly I’m still not sure how to get out of it. I’m having a brief moment of clarity so I thought I should say something because I think some people might be a little worried about me.

Right now I am resting comfortably and keeping myself occupied with cartoons and other various shows. I try my best not to think about my predicament because as of yet, a solution has not presented itself. I’ve tried all of the depression medications. I’ve looked into new treatments. I just haven’t found anything that has any promise. For the time being I an stuck like this.
I probably won’t be around much. It’s really hard to even write this. But I’ll try to write a little more frequently if I can.

As it stands, right now I am focused on getting rid of my last kidney stone. Apparently there is a procedure that blasts it with sound waves and breaks it up into tiny particles. They put you under for that, but you get to go home the same day. I will be doing this in the next week or so. Hopefully it will make me feel a little better, but I can’t say for sure.

Chris and I are still putting out the monthly Patreon comics. I hope you still enjoy them.

I am going to get back to resting and trying to occupy my mind. I hope you all are well and I appreciate you always sticking with me, even if I disappear for a while.

René Descartes. Principia Philosophiae. 1644.

anonymous asked:

malec + bantering on the battlefield ✨

shoutout to @amorverus on twitter for some of the banter ideas!

Magnus shows up just in time to blast one of the winged demons out of the sky from where it had been chasing Alec across the beach.

“Better late than never,” Alec says, pausing to catch his breath.

“Pardon me?” Magnus whirls around with his magic pulsing in his hands. “Says the one who doesn’t know how to be on time for dinner. Reservations, may I add.”

Alec already has another arrow nocked, sends it towards another beast that had been circling them. “Are we really going there?”

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Sketch 238: R̡̛̞̥̟̖̟̾́̑͞à̡̧̛̯̯̩͌̿̇̄̕͢w̸̰̹̼̪̯̼̤͌͐̒̏̽̇̂ 

 (This is, in my mind at least, what Dark and Anti look like in their most rawest appearance; before they found Jack and Mark to possess. Dark is more humanoid as, in my mind, no monster is more deadly and sadistic than the human mind. I’ve also always imagined him with a smokey physicality, very slow moving and kills very slowly, choking the victims. Anti is more animalistic, nimble and quick, a natural hunter, doesn’t mess around when killing his victims: just a quick slash and it’s done. Also I love the electronic glitch concept as it suits his prankster ways and he can move at the speed of light in tiny particles to form right behind you in the blink of an eye.)

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A/N : For my first ever Harry one shot, I hope this is good and does ‘From The Dining Table’ justice.

Word Count : 1700+

Summary : Harry sees a picture of Y/N on her new boyfriends Instagram, and it breaks his heart.

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Light cascades through the half turned blinds, torching the room inside and revealing tiny dust particles dancing around Harry’s head. Behind his translucent eyelids he stirs as a disgruntled huff escapes his chapped, raw lips and the sour taste and smell of alcohol and cheap, sweaty sex floods Harry’s nostrils before he’s taken his first breath. 

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purple-virgo  asked:

do you have visual snow? i have it and i need information

Yes I do!

Unfortunately, I’m not an expert on visual snow since I have no idea how the frickle frackle I got this weird vision exactly nor do I know if it’s treatable or not… BUT I could share what I do know!

If your vision looks grainy or there’s like a translucent layer of TV static (or reaally tiny moving particles/snow/molecules) then sorry to break it to you;;;; you most likely have visual snow.

It’s much more visible at night, in the dark or pitch black like when you close your eyes.

I’ve had visual snow since I was 7 (I’m 18 now, so that’s 12 years!) and I only found out last year that this wasn’t how everyone else saw things! I thought EVERYONE HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS 24/7!!

I made a post about my visual snow in the past, if you haven’t seen it yet, you can read it here [x]

anywho, VS is a “neurological condition”, that’s the reason why when you try to ask your eye doctor and describe what’s wrong, they’ll think you’re cray-cray because VS is quite rare and isn’t a well-known condition. Not to mention, researches being done on VS are very scarce.

Nobody in my family has VS, although I’ve read other people’s stories that everyone in their family has VS, so I’m not so sure if it’s genetically inherited or not.

Other than seeing TV static, other symptoms of those with VS include;

  • Tinnitus (hearing ringing, throbbing or buzzing in the ear)
  • Seeing Starbursts and halos around lights
  • Seeing Floaters (translucent circles or string-looking things)
  • Palinopsia (negative after-images, seeing movement trails)
  • Scotoma (distortion or blind spots)
  • Migraines or headaches
  • Vertigo (dizziness or swirling/spinning sensation)
  • Blue Field Entoptic Phenomenon (seeing white moving dots in the sky)
  • Other Entoptic Phenomenons such as; Purkinje Tree, Haidinger’s brush, Phosphene, etc.

some symptoms that I have which I don’t really know what they’re called;

  • Seeing moving blobs w/ colors (most of the time I see green, purple, red and blue)
  • Seeing thin and thick layers of semi-transparent colors around objects and people
  • Seeing translucent Honeycomb-like things

Those with VS are often ridiculed because their symptoms sound exactly like when you’re on hallucinogenic psychedelic drugs but I’ve never done any drugs before (unless you consider medicines for coughs and colds as drugs lol) and most VS sufferers have never done drugs as well so it’s not drug-related.

VS is most likely due to a chemical imbalance in the brain or something along those lines. However, people with VS have tried CT scans but they found nothing and all their results were normal.

Like I said, researches done on VS are scarce because it’s a very rare condition, plus it’s in the brain, and the brain is like; PRETTY COMPLEX… So yeah, there’s a whole different world up there!

Dedicated doctors are doing what they can to fully understand visual snow so they could find a cure and its causes. There are surveys being done on VS and I’m glad more people are becoming aware and learning about VS.

Below are some sites I’ve found where you can share your opinions, stories and experiences on visual snow, and also interact with those suffering from VS;


That’s all the information that I could share for now (I’m sorry it took a while)

Those of us with mild visual snow can still live normally and function from day-to-day (though it’s there 24/7 and may seem distracting, there’s nothing much we can do so we’ve learned to just live with it and not let it get in the way from doing every day things)

but to those with severe VS, where their vision becomes distorted and it’s impossible to read, drive, etc. they really have it rough. That’s why we are hoping for answers on how to cure it as soon as possible!

We’re also hoping to spread the awareness for visual snow because it ain’t easy when everyone thinks you’re going nuts! It’s very real and someone out there might actually have VS but don’t know a thing or two about it!

(so pls feel free to share or reblog)

Stay strong and we can get through this all together!

Why space dust emits radio waves upon crashing into a spacecraft

When spacecraft and satellites travel through space they encounter tiny, fast moving particles of space dust and debris. If the particle travels fast enough, its impact appears to create electromagnetic radiation (in the form of radio waves) that can damage or even disable the craft’s electronic systems.

A new study published this week in the journal Physics of Plasmas, from AIP Publishing, uses computer simulations to show that the cloud of plasma generated from the particle’s impact is responsible for creating the damaging electromagnetic pulse. They show that as the plasma expands into the surrounding vacuum, the ions and electrons travel at different speeds and separate in a way that creates radio frequency emissions.

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virgo submits to the numinous in quiet moments. like when their eyes catch the tiny sparkling dust particles during sunsets, or like an entranced nature kaleidoscope, luscious fauna allows exhales aloe air into his lungs


@optomisticgirl prompted me ‘Captain Cobra as roommates under the curse’ and so I tried to deliver. I hope this is okay. Mild vague spoilers for season 7.

He could feel the man’s presence in the doorway of his room but chose to ignore it. When he applied for the room he thought it’d be a sure thing; rooming with a cop meant he wouldn’t be murdered in his sleep and with both of them in demanding jobs, he figured they wouldn’t see much of each other. Just two single males sharing quarters. But if Henry knew just how fussy Killian was in the beginning, he would have taken his chances rooming with the hipster and his seven iguanas downtown.

The silhouette remained in the doorway, gradually moving his arm to rest on his hip. Henry ignored his presence for a few more moments before finally giving in and facing the man that seemed determined to get his attention by glaring.


“You finished the milk.”

“Okay…” Henry continued to stare at the man blankly, confused as to why he was getting the ‘mad mother’ glare from his roommate.

“You finished the milk and didn’t replace it.”

“I’ll grab some more on my way out?” he offered.

“You know the rules.” Killian huffed. “I don’t know how many times I have to remind you-”

“Alright. I’ll go get some now, just… don’t have an aneurysm.”

Killian followed Henry as he trudged into the living area, making his way to the door.

“I’m not angry, mate. I’m disappointed-”

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Neutrinos are tiny particles spit out by supernovas that were rumored to travel faster than light. Even though we still don’t have FTL spaceships (sigh), I share with you why neutrinos are still freaking amazing.

Hey Future of Science friends! Please help me create more fun videos like this by joining http://patreon.com/arielwaldman

Sasusaku Month ‘17: Day 2

Prompt: Something more.

Title: Going Through Changes.

Rating: K

Summary: A trip to sunagakure planned by Sasuke, and what do you call it? oh, honeymoon! /Sasusaku travels. /Newly weds.

A/N: So I wanted to write a little more for this one, may be one scene more but I ran out of time. Well, here it is, I hope you guys enjoy this one.

‘Going Through Changes’

Hot breezes of wind were hitting her face, her hair blowing with the moving air. Tiny particles of sand could also be felt by her skin as another blow of wind hit her messy locks, spreading them all over her face. She stopped in her tracks, sighing for the hundredth time that day, She made yet another attempt to move the strands of her hair away from her line of sight, successfully unblocking her vision.

“When in the World will we reach sunagakure?” The pink-haired medic of Konohagakure asked in frustration.

“Are you tired already?” questioned the raven haired man who the only one to keep her company in the burning desert.

“I didn’t know the journey will be this long!” She exclaimed, a frown decorating her face.

“We’re almost there.” Smirked the dark-haired man.

Tying her hair into a bun, as tightly as she could, she continued to walk along side her companion. The sand was flying everywhere in the air, only to make it even more difficult for her to be able to see the silhouette of her destination.

The large eagles could be seen high above them, spreading their wings across the sky, like stars floating in the galaxy, they felt so brave, brave because they didn’t fear a fall. Even though everything was barely visible because of the dust particles blurring the scenery, this scene was still quite apparent to his eyes for he was the only rinnegan-user alive.

It wasn’t long until his eyes caught sight of the tomb-like structure of the kazekage-building of sunagakure. He looked over his shoulder to find his pink-haired companion sulking, a look of vexation decorating her features.

A smirk crossed his lips.

“Aren’t you the one who suggested we walk?” his question seemed more like a comment. A comment to tease the already annoyed pinkette.

She didn’t say a word, just looked at him with a pouting face, her cheeks appearing chubby, lipspursing like a bud of rose, eyes narrowed, eyebrows frowned, and she had no idea just how cute she looked to him like that.

So he looked away, because he couldn’t let her see the blush on his cheeks.

“Look Sasuke-kun!” she exclaimed, joy evident in her voice as she continued “I can see it, the dome of the building. We’re almost there!”, her finger pointing towards their destination. And it took his aback when she suddenly grabbed him by his arm, pulling forward. “Hurry up!” she insisted, forcing him forward.

He mumbled a quiet ‘hum’ at her action and followed her lead.

Two ninjas clad in the chunin uniform of suna could be seen, waiting for them at the check-post.

“Good evening.” one of them greeted.

“Good evening!” The rosette replied as cheery as ever. “We’re here to meet the kazekage concerning an important issue.” She explained.

“Sure.” the young chunin smiled as he bent down and took out what seemed like a filed paper. “Um, your name?” he questioned.


Uchiha.” She was cut off by the hoarse, sonorous voice of Sasuke. “Uchiha Sakura.” he exaggerated, emphasizing Uchiha.

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Right in Front of Your Eyes - Intro

Originally posted by flyngdream

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 700+

I guess you could say having your parents murdered changes your life for the worse, they would be right, however when you barely knew your parents due to their busy lives, the only change you may receive is the fact that you must move to America, land of the free, in order to live with your godfather whom, you’ve never met. I guess that’s hard too. But falling in love with your best friend who’s in a relationship? That just sucks. Let’s just start from the beginning yeah? Sounds like a plan.

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Witchy Tip #3 - Preparing For Retrograde

Schedules for the retrograde of certain planets can be found online - quite often coming with tips and instructions on “damage control” on the their impact. These are often mundane actions and precautions, which I find quite strange considering retrograde is a spiritual matter.

Are there no witchy solutions to retrograde?

Of course there are! Remember, where the rest of the world sees a wall, we see a window.

The idea behind retrograde isn’t that the planet in retrograde itself is malfunctioning (duh), it’s just that its influence on our planet arrives in reverse. The clear solution to that would be to somehow acquire the planet’s energy in direct revolution.

How? We will be dealing with three methods:

  1. Bubble Method - before retrograde pre-shadow
  2. Talisman - before retrograde pre-shadow
  3. Energy Correction - during retrograde

1. Bubble Method
This involves gathering the energy from the planet which retrograde you’re preparing for and creating a bubble to protect yourself, a place or an object from the reverse influence.

Gather the direct energy from the planet with whatever means you choose - energy manipulation, visualization, ritual, chant, etc. Then, create a bubble around the thing you want to protect from retrograde. You may want to do this on your computers, phones, writing and drawing instruments and mouth during Mercury retrograde, for example.

2. Talisman
Create a talisman of the planet which retrograde you’re preparing for. Draw the symbol of the planet, sigilize its name, etc. Charge it with the energy from the planet while in direct. Try to pack as much energy as you can into the talisman. Keep it on your person for the duration of the retrograde and its post-shadow. At times when you need it most, hold on to it and draw power from it.

3. Energy Correction
For this method, we will be dealing with the retrograde energy directly.

Think of the energy coming from planets as gargantuan clouds of energy that actually comprise of tiny particles of energy spinning in a certain direction. When they are direct, they spin deosil (for example - no one knows for sure). And, when they are in retrograde, they spin widdershins, instead.

What you would want to do, then, is to manually spin these particles in the opposite direction - from retrograde to direct. Feel your environment - get a broad grip on the influence as a whole. Then, like a camera coming into focus, begin to notice the countless particles of the planet’s energy. Feel them slowing to a complete stop, and then spinning in the opposite direction. You should feel a sense of “correctness” or comfort from this. You can do this on individual objects or even people.

If you need some guides on developing your energy manipulation skills for this method, I strongly suggest @windvexer‘s articles.


  • Some people find that retrogrades are actually helpful in that they provide the challenge necessary to improve in those areas. They believe that Mercury retrograde may force us to become more careful, and therefore better communicators. Venus retrograde may reveal the relationships that may in fact be duplicitous or harmful. When deciding whether to use these solutions or not, exercise discretion. There may be times wherein you just cannot deal with any more spiritual adversity. These solutions are for those times.
  • Know that Jupiter and Saturn, instead of their influences reversing, they are emphasized and amplified during retrograde. This guide may still be helpful for Saturn retrograde and even Jupiter retrograde if you’re masochistic.
  • How do I know these solutions work? Bitch have you read this article this article is bomb af get on my level hon bon when ya gon get these slay-ass-even-during-Mercury-retrograde writing skills boooooooo?

There you have it! You are now a strong, independent witch that don’t need no retrograde.

For more Witchy Tips, visit: The Blank Mother’s Witchy Tips

Out Of Nothing At All - Twenty Three

“Who’s ready to have a baby?”

Apparently you were.

The midwife checked your file quickly.

“Okay Y/N…. Doctor Merrins is still with another patient but we have other doctors on call here in case of any issues so don’t you worry. I’m Annie and I’ll be here for the next six hours so let’s see if I can help deliver this baby for you. I need you to hop up onto the bed now so we can see how we’re doing.”

You climbed up with Spencer’s help, settling down onto the pillows and wincing through another contraction.

“How often are they coming honey?”

You went to open your mouth to tell her that you hadn’t really been counting but Reid jumped in.

“They started at every three minutes but now it’s more like every 70 - 90 seconds.”

You looked at him dumbfounded.

“What!… I started counting when we were in the car. We need to know these things and I figured you’d forget.”

“It’s not that I forgot… I was just in too much…… Oh fucking jesus christ…. pain to keep track.”

“Exactly. So I did it for you…. Team work right?”

Okay… Fair enough. Annie chuckled at you both, before double taking at Spencer. She obviously hadn’t been paying too much attention to the state he was in.

“Hun, what the hell happened to you?”

“Oh…. Um… I was in a car accident a few hours ago. NOT with Y/N. But we were actually on the way home from the hospital when her waters broke.”

“Okay…. You can’t be in here like this. Your clothes are bloody and filthy. Do you have anything else you can change into?”

She had a point although Reid looked mildly offended. He could still have tiny glass particles about his person and there was no way he was holding the baby like that.

You grimaced again, holding on to the side of the bed.

“Our friends have gone to get me a change of clothes as well as her hospital bags.”

“Okay well until then there’s scrubs in the top drawer of that cabinet. Go change in the bathroom and I’ll examine Y/N.”

He made eye contact, checking you were okay for him to leave and you nodded.

Once he’d left the room Annie began her examination, attaching monitors to you before washing her hands and squirting what you could only presume was lubricant onto her hand.

“Sweetie, this will feel uncomfortable. But I need you to relax.”

Uncomfortable was not the word. Having someone you didn’t know putting their fingers inside you whilst your body was contracting was not pleasant at all.

“Okay….. I’m just going to go and grab a doctor?”

“Wait… Why do you need a doctor? What’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong Y/N. It’s just…. you’re already at ten centimetres. Sweetie, you’re ready to start pushing.”



Spencer came rushing back through almost colliding with the midwife on her way out. Seeing the panicked expression on your face he quickly rushed to your side.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

You burst into tears. “I’m at ten centimetres….. I’m having a baby.”

“Why are you crying then…. It’ll be over soon.” He smoothed your hair back, his voice gentle.

“Because…. because… We’re having a baby… And it’s going to hurt. And she’s going to cry and I won’t know what to do.. And…. PISSING FUCK WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH…. oh shit… If I’m ten already… I can’t have the druuuuugs!” The last part came out as a wail.

“Spencer, I want the druuugs… I want the epidural.. You’re a doctor. Tell them it’s okay…… ”

He started to chuckle at you again, still stroking your hair.

“Shhhh Shhhh, you’ll be fine. You’ve got to this stage without any medication. You’ve done so well already…and you will know what to do. And if you don’t… We’ll fucking Google it okay. Look at this way, some women are in labour for hours trying to get to ten centimetres. You’ve done most of it without even realising.”

“Yeah because I was distracted by the thought of you dying.”

He laughed again and the midwife returned with a female doctor and another nurse, wheeling a crib with her.

“Hi Y/N… I’m Dr Nicolas. Dr Merrins is still held up and Annie here tells me she doesn’t think you’re going to be able to wait. How are you feeling?”

She perched on the side of the bed as if she had all the time in the word as the nurses hurried around behind her.

“Scared… Exhausted already. Is 37 weeks too early? Also… Can I please have the drugs? I signed up for drugs.”

She patted your hand gently. “If you’re ten already then unfortunately not. We can give you gas and air but it’s likely that by the time any epidural kicks in, this baby will be born. So let’s just see how you go au natural okay? And 37 weeks used to be considered term for a lot of mothers. Baby should be fully grown already and has obviously decided that it doesn’t need those few extra weeks to cook. Do we know what we’re having here?”

“A little girl,” Spencer spoke quietly, his eyes fixed on your bump.

“And it’s the first baby for the both of you?”

You both nodded at her and you shifted uncomfortably as another contraction ripped through you. Dr Nicolas watched the monitor closely before asking, “Are you feeling any pressure Y/N?”

“Yes…. Lots.”

“Okay… That means we’re ready to go.” She hopped off the bed moving to the bottom.

“Next time a contraction comes… I want you to push.”

…twenty five minutes later…

“Come on Y/N… One more push and you’re there. One more.” The doctor looked up at from her spot between your legs.

Panting with exertion you gripped Spencer’s hand tightly, trying to breathe through the intense burning pain that you felt below. You had never felt pain like this before and you were definitely never EVER doing this again. Fuck no.

Reid whispered quietly to you, “You’ve got this Y/N, you’re doing so well. I’m so so so proud of you. One more.”

Annie stood by, ready to place a towel on your tummy for when she was born. You’d been very explicit in the last fifteen minutes that you did not want any baby gunk on you, the doctor and the midwives laughing at you.

Dr Nicolas glanced at the monitor again.  "Okay Y/N… Last one.. The hard part is over. One more big push. Come on.“

You took a deep breath and pushed with all the energy and effort that you could, the pressure intense and horrific…. And then suddenly.. Nothing. Relief. Emptiness.

You heard a gasp from Spencer and opened your eyes to see a pink, slimy looking thing in the doctor’s hands.


A baby. Your baby.

Dr Nicolas stood, placing her on the towel that was quickly put on your chest.  You looked down in awe not quite knowing what to do.

“Does Dad want to cut the cord?”

Dad definitely did want to cut the cord, although you didn’t see him do it. You were too taken in by this little tiny creature that almost seemed to be clinging to you.

Annie reached for her, telling you they were just going to clean her up and weigh and measure her.

Almost as soon as she was removed from your chest, she started to cry. A high pitched squealing that sounded both glorious and horrifying all in one go. Reid sat back down next to you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders both of you too shocked to speak. The doctor continued to work between your legs, cleaning you up and changing the pads. You could barely feel the rest of the contractions now as the birthing process finalised.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N. So very proud.” Spencer pushed your matted hair back off your face, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“6lbs 7. Do we have a name picked out for this little cutie?” Annie asked.

“Saoirse….Saoirse Diana,” Spencer told her. Diana for both his Mother and your Grandmother, the one thing you’d shared.

“Aww how lovely. And the surname?” Her pen was poised ready to write out the tag that would go around her tiny ankle.

“Y/L/N - Reid,” Spencer spoke again looking at you for confirmation.

“Actually…. Just Reid.”

Annie smiled and nodded, writing out the tag.

“Really?” Spencer whispered to you.


“Okay Mom, we’re all done down here now. So if you want to shift up slightly and let Dad on the bed with you, then we can bring little Saoirse back over and you can both have a hold.” Dr Nicolas stood, bundling the soiled towels and sheets away with her as you made room for Spencer.

When you were both comfortable Annie came back over, the tiny bundle now wrapped up with a little pink hat on. You held your arms out awkwardly, Reid’s arm still around your shoulder tightly.

A wave of emotion hit you as she placed the tiny, almost doll like creature into your arms, Spencer gasping again as he got a closer look.

She was so warm and light…. And now that she was in your arms you didn’t want to let her go.

Spencer’s long fingers reached out, softly touching her face, stroking her chin before fingering the soft brown strands of hair that peeked out from under the little cap.
Her full lips pursed, her pink tongue poking out and you giggled, thinking how much like Reid she already was. You turned to him seeing he was doing the same thing.

“Spencer look…..”

“I am…. She’s so perfect Y/N…..I… I can’t believe I made that… We made that. Together.” His voice was croaky and you could hear the emotion in it and see his eyes welling up. A tear escaped from your own, travelling down your cheek.

Spencer turned to you, moving his hand and catching the tear before it fell.

“Thank you….. Thank you so much. I never…..I never thought I could feel this happy, this elated. Y/N, thank you.”

“You’re welcome ….. Spencer?”

“Hmm mm?”

“I kinda think I’m in love with you.” No time like the now right?

His hazel eyes now locked with yours.

“Kinda think?” he asked.

“Alright…. I am in love with you. I’m not sure when or how, but I am. In love with the father of my baby. Who knew right?”

He laughed. “I love you too Y/N. Weird how things work out isn’t it?”

“Very,” you agreed, before tilting your lips to his for a soft, sweet kiss.

Hearing a snuffle you both turned back to the baby snuggled in your arms, just sitting there watching her in contentment for a few minutes, enjoying the moment.


A face poked around the door, Penelope.

“Guys…. Can we come in? The doctor said it was okay.”

You looked at Reid and he nodded and you whispered for him to take Saoirse now, knowing that in a few minutes she’d probably be whipped away from both of you and it was only right that he had a proper hold first.

Penelope let out a quiet squeal, and opened the door, her and the rest of the team crowding around you both. Kate and Rossi placed your bags in the corner and joined them. Even Morgan was there, somehow convincing the doctors to let him come up.

“Spence, Y/N….. She’s beautiful,” JJ gushed, everyone else echoing her sentiments.

Aaron came and stood by your side. “How does it feel?”

“Still no less terrifying than it did all those months ago… But, it feels right, at least now it does.”

Spencer slid of the bed, baby in his arms and the biggest smile on his face, everyone clambering around him to look.

You held your arms up to Aaron for a hug which he returned quickly.

“Thank you, for everything Hotch. You’ve been there for me throughout and I couldn’t have done any of this without you. You’ve been like my surrogate dad and I really hope you’ll continue doing that for us,” you whispered to him quietly, hearing him murmuring his congratulations in response before pulling away. Was that….. was that a tear in his eyes? Nooooo. It couldn’t be.

And yet it was. He smiled at you again before making his way over to Spencer to have a look at the baby he’d seen on screen and felt kick all those weeks ago.

“Guys what’s her name?” Kate asked.

“Yeah…. Did you ever solve the argument of her last name?” Morgan spoke.

“We did….. So welcome to the world… Saoirse Diana Reid.” You grinned seeing the expressions of happiness on the girls faces and the proud grins on the mens. 

It was only later when the team had gone home and Spencer was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room feeding Saoirse with a bottle, that you realised how truly happy you felt.

Maybe you weren’t going to be so bad at this after all.

And with Spencer by your side, you kinda felt like you could do anything.

there is no planet or sign that symbolises a closer spiritual route or stronger celestial affluence. all the planets have a unique, special gateway to the spirit because they each represent singular characterisations of the infinite divine oneness, and construct a different route to the portal.

aries find intimacy with the divine following through the expression of impulse, becoming totally centered in the moment of exhilarating personal experience, celestial infusions come with exertion of energy and disregarding the tempo, the seeming restriction of the physical form and following instinct blind. the enraptured wide eyed curious toddler stare at the world around them and giving a name, identity to the universe at the same time as forming an identity of their own, this is play, god is found in play for aries, in enriching new discovery and navigating the world around them, in charging through forests without maps and when they become the warrior fighting the charge of justice or the pioneer of revelation. like a toddler who is learning to build blocks, losing themselves in colour and amusement, giggling at the ascension and becoming temperamental when they are knocked down, being the child is the divine handshake, like a fresh flower that blooms, the aries is here to blossom and revel in the delight of the dancing universe

taurus find intimacy with the divine through the creamy musical harmony, enchanting sensory aroma, ravishing illustration, poetry, beauty, the honey voice of the blues singer, the baby soft blanket they can hold in their hands, gourmet delicacies, sexual intimacy, the experience of going into nature and just being , contemplating the under pathways of the tangled roots or the ancestry in the lines of their palms. taurus is in oneness with the creator when creating, when playing his venus melodies, drawing the wings of a butterfly or manipulating the material plane to make something more beautiful. it is in mindfulness with nature and withdrawing from the rush of the world into a place of soothing, grounded comfort. it is in delighting in the sparkle of the pearls from the clam or relishing in the sweet scent of a frangipani, losing themselves in a book, writing, life’s simple pleasures and pleasure in general. laying their heads back on a ravishing silky pillow, breathing in the aloe dewdrops over morning leaves, the soft skin and crevasses of a body, a beautiful face reflecting back at them, listening to jazz and contemplating the grandness of life, this is taurus and the divine lying side by side

gemini finds divine intimacy through thought, sensual mind wandering, conversation, literature and being the infinitely inquisitive child. the deity or guru comes in the form of teachers, education curriculum, intuitive bursts of knowledge that come through social conversion and writing. gemini hears the voice of god through the twists and turns of language in literature from ancient authors and the place of worship in library, internet search engines and the classroom. his bible prose comes through textbooks and the peak experience comes in the delightful play with information, speaking and sharing garnered insights, hearing the response of a perceptive audience usually engaged and giggling, he is the prophet when teaching, when using his voice to transmit the news of the universe, when acting as the impulse of the divine’s messages, and god’s elated baby when curious wide eyed child emerges and sitting cross legged and looking up at the blackboard absorbing the words, it is their blissful meditative pose

cancers divine intimacy transmutes through the feeling of a baby’s chest rising and falling against their own, the mother tucking in her child and gently singing her piece of creation to sleep. cancer is the heavenly source expressing through both the tranquilizing mother and the receptive child of a parent’s love. through the moon cruise passageway of  their wild, illustrious imagination, the moments in solitude gazing at the portraits hanging on their walls with the faces of ancestry staring back at them, that is the root to heaven, the same blood that ran through those veins, the passed loved ones that will forever watch over them; in romantic symphony, poetry about infatuation, standing underneath the moonbeams and inhaling the celestial illumination and wedding dances that last long after every guest has left. the infinite reunites with cancer when they are contemplating the the bursts in their heart derived from the joy of their family, when they lay their healing hands on the ill or nurse someone into wellness, in the moment when every light has gone out, between awake and asleep the sound of their loved ones sleeping soundly lullabies them to gentle celestial reverie

leos divine intimacy comes in the moment of harmonic, stomach pulsing laughter, their very making the creative out of just about anything, leo is ruled by a star, and not a planet; esoterically suggesting the rulership of a higher heavenly dwelling; so the moments standing under their cosmic channel the sun and letting the radiant pores of light swim through their vessels, contemplating the grand architecture of life and the delight in broadway spectacles lighting up the street, becoming entranced in play with a child, charging headfirst like a heavenly warrior in protection of the vulnerable and the pure indulgence of frosted hot mochas. leo is the transcendental channel that dances with the divine when nourishing people with their heavenly rays of inner light, when they become enraptured in their own divine frequencies and submit into their childlike captivation and glory when the world reflects in gleaming magic and possibilities that spill into infinity. leo’s divine touch comes when contemplating the magnificence and majesty of their very selves and their natural deserving royal gratification, reveling in their solitary standing personal power; because this is meditation, time with the divine in self reflection and contemplating their own true, universal beauty. leo transmute the celestial waves of the divine creator like a vessel, they infuse as one during art, theatre, play, self gratification, writing, music, design

virgos intimacy with the divine comes through his needle eye view of the world. all that is beautiful to virgo erupts in subtle, though magnificent spectacle, where crystal cleansed eyes reveal the tiny mechanical operations and provide the golden intricacies of god’s design in a clear lens view. virgo submits to the numinous in the quiet moments when his eyes catch the the tiny sparkling dust particles during sunsets and the moment of entrancement in nature when the luscious fauna allows exhales aloe air into his lungs. his conversations with god come through the sound of his bare feet hitting the earth, aligning their body rhythms to the rhythms of nature, beating their heart at the same time as the universe thumps hers and offering their divinely porcelain crafted hands to service. the guru appears when virgo contemplates the transcendental healing powers of the earth and directs their resonant healing properties through their hands and onto remedying the inflammation of others. in the moment virgo is alone, sensually exercising their own intellect in a wander through their thought neighborhood, the divine is close, ready to channel the letters of the messenger and impart knowledge through conversation and the world of language. in the moments when virgo can be one with the universe and slip in the space behind his thoughts, then he has reunited with the divine

libra find intimacy with the divine when through the myriad of faces that rush past them during their walk to work they spot the one that smiles back. everyone is god in human clothing to libra and through others he transmits his love. their deepest meditation and conversation with their creator comes through the contemplation and applied meaningfulness of soul mates, the delight of establishing social connections and the delight of people in general; propogating the enchantment of holding relationships that have drifted back centuries. and yet while libra catches glimpses of the divine through the eyes of others, their ravenous search for completion means their solitude intrinsically, passively invites in the divine for company and allows his light to fill their leaky spots. when they are curled up fetal position and pleading with all their will for someone to wrap their arms around them, this is the call to the divine whose company transcends the physical touch. when libras realise interdependent system between people, that without the “you” there is no “I” acknowledging the ‘we’, that is recognizing the divine, the celestial bloodline we all share. libras reunion with the infinite comes through entrancing honey suckle melodies and colour, design and form that drips sweetness and beauty. their conversations with god play through song lyrics, musical crescendos, the radiant aromatic bursts of fresh flowers and the glory of morning sunrise spilling through the curtains, every sensory filter is a supernal channel where he blows his mist of mysticism for them to play with in typical libran pleasure

scorpio finds divine intimacy when everything but gravity has been ripped away and he is forced to charge blind; relying solely on intuition and the hidden power they know lies within. scorpios meditative pose is that of destruction acting as the highest form of creativity. becoming a majestic, obliterated force that pours gold into his own cracks and rising a new, sparkling incandescent self.  in the midst of trauma and self obliteration, god visits through the peak experience, where scorpio has submitted to the undefined infinite self so he can create a new star; becoming one with the god who is all too familiar with the keys of creation, so a new body of light can be born again into. when the material and exoteric psychological structures that hold scorpio together are decimated by routine plutonian destruction; during that moment of plunging into the darkness, when people and consensual structures dissolve, he is hand in hand with god.  traveling through the indwelling, listening to the esteemed archetypal goddesses, curators of sacred wisdom, ancient witches, lost ancestors and resonant esoteric guidance drifting restlessly in the midst of his soul

sagittarius finds intimacy with the divine through the aggressive, ravenous physical and intellectual quest for a tangible god. their chapel of worship transcends beyond the physical structures and desires the peak experience, urging that he becomes one with the universe in inquisitive meditation, research, following a compass, reading maps and searching for a face to face meeting with his creator. sagittarius is reuniting with the divine on a lifelong pilgrimage when he discoveries hidden bible passages that provide the nostalgia of another life, travels far and wide in the name of personal experience, explores universal mysteries, assimilates into new cultures and indulging their intrinsic sense of wanderlust. sagittarius is in divine dialogue when following the pangs of their inflamed intuition and letting instinct prioritize thought. in the search for their true self that lies in an exotic freeway the divine self joins them in synergy and the divine dialogue is transmuted through the voices of wise esoteric authors, cosmic professors, higher educators, mystics and finding the celestial mantlepiece when they step foot through the places they have read about in books, sit in meditation on the enchanting mountaintop and reach the stars they quivered their bow and arrow toward

capricorn finds intimacy with the divine in a formulaic saturnian way, the sacrificial regulatory to a scripture, following the conventional theological doctrine and crystallizing the esoteric structures into halls of worship. in prayer verbatim from the bible, their own powerful faith in structure vapors the spirit of god through the pages. and further, when they transcend beyond searching for god in the establishment, their diamond earth eyes detect every numeric make up of earth’s particles, observe god’s poetry in mathematical music and the fusion of illumination into observable form. their sense of duty to become as intimate with reality as possible is their celestial channel, dancing through the constructions of human creation, when they are justifying their own existence and worth to the universe; creating a universe of their own and lighting a brand new galaxy of new webbed dreams. heavenly saturation comes through recharging in the decorative design of flora and fauna, indulging in formula and contemplating nature’s patterns and chemistry is their deepest spiritual and intuitive process. like the businessman in a heavenly handshake, he is at one with god when exercising his renowned visual senses to ascend to the ethereal dimensions and play with god’s deepest synchronized mechanics

aquarius finds intimacy with the divine in rapturous bursts of intellectual intuition; the pleasurable sensual roam through their own boundless imagination, where they can luxuriate in their ultra matrix of innovative ideals. this is a synergy with god for aquarius, the travel through the crystallized road maps and valleys of the mind to extract futuristic galactic particles, relish in the crayon box of art, science and sacred, water bearer knowledge. god is staring back at him when he is saturated amongst the collective, watching people dance in elation together at music festivals or come together out of love for a surprise birthday party, observing the invisible threads that tie humanity together and delighting amongst the acknowledgment of a shared communion. the celestial rapture ripples through their high voltage arteries when they participate in dismantling structure and experience the exhilarating streaks of social revolution. the godhead is working like an electrical impulse through aquarius in their buzzing frequency that sets shock waves through holy water and shatters crystallized structure through voice, ideas, debate and embracing individuality. the aquarian experiences meditative ascension when they are simply being and wholly absorbed in their own, unique cosmic energy cluster that delights in having a free, unbound universe of free spirited expression where the soul can dance under its own symphonic masterpiece. the experience of god comes through the highest octave of love and creativity for aquarius, when relishing amongst their love of many things in the mindful indulgence of the majesty of creativity

pisces find intimacy with god in the moment dreams and reality fuse, trigger hypnagogic hallucinations and the astral free float into obliteration. the voices of god whispers through esoteric wisdom, poetry, visions, cinema, music and the meditative contemplation of ‘home’, what it is, and why they are longing for something they don’t even know exists. they taste heaven’s nectar when looking out at the universe, absorbing the magical particles that spore across their celestial vision, boarding neptune’s cruise ship through their wild and milky way streaked imagination and entrusting the guidance of the universal source in blind, though intuitive and cerebral  driven faith. pisces emanate the deity when laying their healing hands on a cracked soul and injecing their celestial light into the wound, laughing in sync with the giggling baby, sharing their wise material to the zodiac children and providing solace to the disturbed. the divine dialogue transmits in the elusive intoxicated trance when the piscean thought processes become frayed and loses definition.   everything spills, inclines and intermixes in etheric watercolour artwork, during the pinnacle moment of not knowing, experiencing the total loss of conscious perception, this is the moment the pisces knows and has become entranced, enveloped in the source.


Seokjin Scenario: Reminiscence - Part 3

Request: AHHH REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I’m so excited, I love the both of your writing! Thank you so much for opening requests! I was wondering if there were plans for a part 3 for Reminiscence? If not and if possible, I’d like to request a part 3 in which the reader eventually finds out the truth and drama/angst ensues between Jin and the reader! But, I’d really like a happy and fluffy ending please :) 

Genre: Romance / Drama

Part 1 / Part 2

There was an universe of new things you were experiencing bit by bit after the accident, things that should have been common to the old you. Seokjin was special and what you felt for him was skin deep even before you slept with him, you liked him so much it was unreal, the time you spent with him was glorious and it made up for a perfect first. Waking up next to him came right behind.

You opened your eyes before he did so you observed him in detail, Jin’s face was serene and that was inherently what you felt when you were with him, eve if there were moments when you felt like you were going to explode in tiny particles because of the emotions, or maybe implode into nothing, but Jin made you feel peace over all, he made you feel safe.

You caressed his light brown hair gingerly then ran your fingertips down his jawline and followed down to his neck and shoulders. Looking at him nude in plain daylight was simply breathtaking, there was something so familiar about him, yet so foreign and distant maybe you were simply imagining it. He’d woken up when your fingers were tracing the outline of his pectorals, your eyes locked and he smiled a good morning for you, the arm he had curled around your hips tightened possessively and he pulled you even closer to his body, he wanted you there, you could feel it, so you let Jin pull you to him and took the initiative this time.

It wasn’t like you were keeping the exact track of your experiences with Jin, you just noticed and cherished them. You showered together and he got busy preparing breakfast while you decided to inspect a little more his place, going around in only his shirt. It was on a shelf by the corner of the living room where you stopped, the shelf was filled with books, some photos of Jin and what you supposed was his family, and one photograph of Jjanggu that made you smile, but your eyes fell on a thin book with “To Remember” written on its side. You didn’t stop to think how alike it was to your own handwriting and pulled it out.

It was a sort of scrapbook and your breath faltered when you saw the first page, it read “Our Story” in the middle of the page and in the lower right corner was attached a small collage of Jin and you; four perfect squares that showed a happy version of yourselves smiling at the camera while sitting close, with you surrounding Jin’s neck, with him kissing your lips while cupping your face.

-Breakfast is ready! - Jin approached the living room and you gasped, his eyes fell on the book between your hands and you just stood there feeling played, confused, lied to, nothing of which you were supposed to be feeling with Jin.

Jin’s eyes went back to yours and his expression had changed drastically, he recognized the book and guilt screamed loud and clear on his face. The book fell from your shaking hands, the small collage laid between both of you and you experienced another first with Seokjin in that moment, one that scorched severely deep. Betrayal.

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You Came Back

Second ficlet for @finnreyfridays​, with the theme ‘reunion.’ I love these two so much please send help - also on ao3!

A tight cluster of blaster fire slammed against the outcropping where Finn had just dived behind. The rock above his head burst apart, sending down a shower of shale and dust. It coated his tongue and throat, tiny irritating particles that refused to budge, distracting him from his mission. He coughed and blinked furiously, his own blaster hot in his hands. Sweat dripped down his back as he counted down his enemy’s clip – he didn’t let himself think about the fact that he had probably grown up with whoever was shooting at them. Whoever they were, they certainly didn’t care. They reached the end and Finn sprang up, fired twice, and jerked back down.

Poe’s voice crackled in and out of static on Finn’s comms, but the distortion the scramblers was too much for the device to handle. The X-Wing flew low, splitting the air above Finn’s head. The heat from its engines sent shivers down his back – and that was a clear enough signal. With Poe providing air support Finn darted away from the outcropping and kept pushing forward. Every breath was like jagged knives in his lungs, but they couldn’t wait for another chance – they’d found the First Order before they found the Resistance. They wouldn’t get another chance to take them down –

He felt it before he heard it. There, off to his right, distant but unmistakable.

That sharp hum and snap of a lightsaber being activated.

Fear roiled around Finn’s stomach. He can’t be here, not Ren, no, please – but he forced himself to turn to face that blood-red saber. He was going to spit in Ren’s face before he cut him down. Finn readied his blaster, swearing that he would take Ren down with him before the day was out.

It wasn’t Ren.

It was Rey.


Finn knew he was in the middle of a battle, that Poe was coming around to escort him again, that he should be moving towards their target. Not sprinting towards her, on the opposite side of the field. That someone was aiming at him. Clumps of mud flew through the air but Finn didn’t see them. Everything else had dimmed, muted, like someone had paused the battle just for them.


She half-turned, like she had heard him – those three simple buns were gone, now her hair hung to her shoulders – no one had told him where she’d gone after he’d woken, not even Poe – those fierce eyes, that familiar snarl of her lips as she twisted the saber deep into the gut of an unlucky stormtrooper. Then she saw him, Finn felt her recognize him, it was like a sudden tight grip on his heart–


She deactivated her saber and laughed – a high, pure sound that rose above blaster fire and explosions that made Finn’s heart leap with joy. And the next thing Finn knew, she was in his arms, kissing his lips and jaw and nose and cheeks and every part of him that she could reach. And Finn was pressing his lips onto her forehead, one arm snug around her waist where Finn was dimly aware of an exasperated Poe begging them to focus, please.

He pulled back, stared at her, and grinned. “You came back.”

“I came back.”