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A perpetual spell to cope with intrusive thoughts

Thanks to severe OCD and PTSD, I’m often stuck in my own head with a bunch of intrusive and obsessive nonsense. I came up with a perpetual banishing and transmutation spell to help process and deal with unwanted thoughts.

The Banishing Bin functions somewhat like a computer’s recycle bin:

  • write unwanted thought/feeling on a sticky note or piece of small paper
  • draw banishing/transmutation sigil over words
  • fold up paper and throw in banishing bin 
  • burn/rip/trash them during the waning crescent or dark moon

This is a great spell if you’re a spoonie or not open about your craft. It’s fairly easy to perform and store without raising eyebrows (it literally just sits on my bookcase unsuspiciously). I found the mini trashcan at a local discount store for a couple dollars. The cheapest one I can find online can be purchased from Amazon here, but you can use any container you like as a bin. If you don’t have a banishing sigil you’re already working with, feel free to use mine

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(((ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᑫᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶠᵉᶫᶫᵒʷ ᵖᵃᶫˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵘʸˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵏᶦᶰᵈᵃ ᶰᵒᶰ⁻ᶜᵒᶰ ˢᵗᵘᶠᶠ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒʳ ᶰᵒᵗ)))

(((ᶦᶠ ᴵ ᵒᶠᶠᵉᶰᵈ ᵃᶰʸᵒᶰᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᶦᶫᶫ ᵈᵉᶫᵉᵗᵉ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵃˢᵃᵖ)))

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Trollhunters FanFic – “Like for Like, Echo for Echo”

After the silence of loneliness, Barbara Lake is all too ready to chase after an echo only he can give her…

A prequel of sorts to An Amorous Attack.


The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…

AND I FOR ONE AM HERE FOR IT! 

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =) 

Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store. 

Originally posted by hideawayandhaven

As always, I hope you enjoy! 


“You know…you didn’t have to walk me home.”

He arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making those (so unfairly gorgeous) green eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she had been worried until she realized that oh, that’s fluttering.

That had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush on your son’s teacher?

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Booming thunder pulled her out of her sleep. Daisy panted a little as she looked over to the window. Rain was pouring down and she sunk back into the pillow with a sigh. It took her a moment to realize something wasn’t right. Slowly she looked around the room, furrowing her brow. Where the hell was she? Whose bed was this? She flinched lightly as she tried to sit up.

“Ouh.” She lifted the blanket and saw that her torso was bandaged as well as some band aids on her knees.

“Easy there, babygirl.”

She blinked rapidly as she heard that voice coming from the door. And not just any voice. It was his voice and she had no clue why he was there. She looked over as Negan stepped into the room with a charming smile.

“Why am I here? Did you kidnap me?”

He chuckled and pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, leaning Lucille against the bed. “You’re here because otherwise you’d be one of those walking fuckers too. You’re very merry fucking welcome.”

She squinted her eyes a bit, memories faded back into her mind. “The horde. I remember they were following me. There was a truck. Then I…Don’t remember anything. The driver. Was that you?”

“Yep.” He grinned. “That was quite a suicide mission you did there. How come daddy allowed you to go there on your own?”

She remained silent and he laughed. “Oh, I get it. He has no clue. You know, I bet by now he’s worried sick that you’re gone for so long. See, that’s why I sent my men over to bring a message.”

“What kind of message?” She asked warily.

“That you’re with me now.”

“What?” She hissed and tried to reach for Lucille but he moved her out of her reach quickly.

“Relax, missy. They’ll tell him you’re here, that you were injured and need some time to fucking recover. You’re not my prisoner.”

“Right, you’re the good Samaritan saving people’s lives before one day you decide to take it from them.”

He sighed. “I thought we’ve been through this already. I don’t take lives randomly.”

“Tell that Maggie and her unborn child who lost their husband and father. For absolutely nothing.”

“Nothing? I told your people not to move or bat an eye and what did Daryl do? He punched me in the face.”

“Don’t you dare! If you’re planning to blame Daryl for Glenn’s death you’re more insane than I thought. And now take me home.”

“Sorry, babygirl, but that’s not an option right now. The doc said you have a severely bruised rib. You’re lucky you haven’t broken some but if you overstrain yourself now one or two might break and you don’t want that, do you?”

“So as of right now I am your prisoner.”

“Would you be a prisoner if this was the world from before and you’d be in hospital with injuries like that?”

“Well, no, but you can’t compare this world with the world before.”

He leaned forward a little. “Look, honey, I solemnly swear that you’re free to go once you’re healed. Deal?”

She glared at him but knew he was right. Every little move she made hurt like hell. She didn’t want to risk a broken rib or two and be forced to stay longer than necessary. She huffed in defeat.

“Fine. I’m sure I’ll be better in a week. On the next tour to Alexandria I’ll go with your men.”

“Now look at you finally agreeing with me.”

She groaned and closed her eyes. “I need more rest. And honestly, I think you really love to hear yourself talk. And that’s annoying me to no end right now.” She peeked at him again for a second. “You’re not gonna sit there and watch me sleep, do you?”

“Would that be inappropriate?” He grinned at her.

“I’d say it’d be creepy.”

“Alright, gonna leave you alone then, baby.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not your baby, babygirl or whatever else you’re calling me.”

He had taken Lucille and went to the door. As he was halfway outside he turned to look at her again. “As you wish…babygirl.” He quickly left and heard the soft thud of a pillow hit the door. Negan walked back outside, an amused smile on his face.


She had managed to sleep a bit longer despite the fact that she was pretty much right inside the lion’s den right now. But she couldn’t just walk outside and leave. She knew even though Negan had promised her she wasn’t his prisoner that he would try to keep her at this place longer. 

Her ribs still hurt a little but she ignored the pain and slowly sat up. She spotted a bottle of water on the bedside table and poured some into the glass next to it. Eagerly she drank as if this was an elixir right from God’s fountain. As she had emptied the entire bottle she suddenly felt her stomach rumbling a bit. Since she had no clue how to tell anyone she was hungry, she slowly walked over to the door and peeked outside into the hallway. No one was out there. She somehow had expected that Negan would put a guard or two in front of her room but apparently he did not. 

With bare feet she walked down the hallway, uncertain where it would lead. As she passed by a double door she bumped into someone leaving that room. 

“Ouf…ouh…” Daisy stumbled back a little and pressed a hand against her ribs. 

“Oh, hey, are you alright?” The woman looked concerned. “You’re Daisy, right?”

She nodded and looked back at her. “Yes, that’s me. Who are you?”

“I’m Sherry. I heard you’re injured, don’t you think you should stay in bed?” 

“No, yes, maybe.” She groaned. “I’m hungry and honestly don’t want to be here at all.” 

She nodded and smiled comfortingly. “I know. I can get you something to eat and you could get back to bed.” 

“I don’t wanna go back to bed. I need to walk a bit. Could you maybe show me to the kitchen or wherever there’s food around here?”

“We have food in here, in the lounge.” She opened the double door again. Curiously, Daisy stepped closer and peeked inside. The room looked like a fancy lounge indeed, or a really fancy living room. And there were more women inside. Women dressed in black dresses. She furrowed her brow and looked at Sherry. 

“Who are these women? And….why are you all dressed in the same dresses?”

“I’ll explain it to you. Come, we have sandwiches and some little snacks in here. And drinks, if you like.”

Daisy followed her into the room. Sherry then closed the door and turned to the others who were now all looking at Daisy curiously. 

“This is Daisy.” Sherry introduced her. “She’s the girl Negan brought here earlier today.”

“Hi.” Daisy said uncertainly. “This is, uhm, a nice place.” She walked over to a table that had platters with sandwiches and crackers with cheese on it. Eagerly she took a BLT sandwich and dug into it, moaning softly as she munched on it. 

“This is so good. Haven’t had bacon in such a long time.” 

Sherry and the other women shared amused glances. “You should sit down. You are still injured and need some rest.” She said and led her over to a sofa where Daisy sat down carefully. 

“Now, what is all this? I mean, who are you all?”

“We are Negan’s wives.” Sherry said and sat down too. 

Daisy stared at each of the women. “Wives? As in…married to him? All of you?” 

She nodded. “Kinda like that, yes.”

“But…why?” 

“We all had our reasons. It’s giving us some privileges other women in the community don’t get so easily.”

“So he keeps the pretty ones as his sex toys and the others women can see how they make it? Is that it?” 

Sherry stared at her for a second. “It is not that easy, girl.” 

“Then tell me…if you wouldn’t be his ‘wife’ how would you get what you need or want?” 

“I’d have to work for it.” 

Daisy chuckled softly. “See? You chose the easy way out. Instead of working and contributing properly to your community you decided to spread your legs and get some treats in return.” 

The sound of flesh slapping flesh suddenly filled the room. Daisy dropped her sandwich and squeaked surprised, her hand raised to her cheek where Sherry had just slapped her. Daisy glared at the other woman. 

“Don’t you dare ever say that again.” Sherry hissed. “You have no idea what we all have been through.” 

“And if you ever raise your hand against me again, it will be the last time you have a hand.” She got up and turned to leave. As she reached the door she stopped and turned around again. “Being through hard times is the most pathetic excuse for sharing a man with other women just to get some special treatment. I bet the other women out there love you a lot for what you’re doing.” 

And with that Daisy left the room and slammed the door shut. She hurried down the hallway as fast as she could, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ribcage. She pushed a door open and stumbled outside. It was still raining but she didn’t care. She let the cool rain drop onto her head and skin. It was long ago since it had last rained in the area. She kept walking around the yard until she spotted a fenced area filled with walkers. She walked over and stopped near the fence. A walker spotted her and started clawing at the fence, growling and hissing at her. A sudden pang of pure rage suddenly overcame her. She grabbed a crowbar lying on a crate nearby and approached the fence. With an angry yell she drove the crowbar right through the walker’s skull.

“This is all your fault, you filthy stupid disgusting piece of fucking shit!” She kicked against the fence. She dropped the crowbar and stumbled back a little, pain taking control over her again. Her legs softly hit against the crate and she sat down on it, pressing her hands against her ribs again, panting heavily. She was well aware of the footsteps approaching her but she didn’t bother to look up. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to get rid of the pain. 

A pair of strong hands suddenly pulled her back to her feet. She opened her eyes and looked up at Negan. His hair clung to his face just like hers did thanks to the rain. 

“What the fuck are you doing out here?” He asked, still holding her with his hands on her upper arms. He didn’t sound angry. He sounded…concerned?

“I hate this. I hate my injuries, I hate this place, your wives. I hate these damn walkers. Every single one of them and I hate you. I hate you the most. I fucking hate you, Negan!” She growled and pounded against his chest, over and over again until she couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and she slumped against his chest crying, still hitting his chest weakly til all her hands could do was clutch to his shirt. They stood like this, silently in the rain, and Daisy didn’t even care anymore as he embraced her gently for a moment until he led her back inside. 


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If I were one of the Chocobros… (I’d be a bad influence)

And then Prompto took a photo of Ardyn freaking out while Gladio strangled me and Ignis wondered were those suffocation noises were coming from…but I was too lazy to sketch that as well. Pff.

(Excuse me, but what good are warp powers if you do not abuse them?!)

Unprofessional Services: Chapter 2

Read on AO3.
Part 1 here.
Part 3 here.

Summary: Your first meeting with Commander Ren goes just as well as you would have expected. Okay, no, that’s a lie. You expected it to go at least three times better than this.

Words: 2500

Warnings: Kind of angsty maybe?

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: Yay! New chapter up! I want to see if I can do a thing where I publish chapters of my fics alternating weeks. One week, Little Bird, the next, Unprofessional Services. We’ll see! I’m feeling a lot better, recently, but I am starting a second job, so… YEAH!

Anyway, that’s my second chapter! Thanks so much for your feedback on the first one. It made me happy! <3 Love y'all.

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