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Hello darlings! Today I really want to talk about magical waters. I’ll start with simple waters, then one ingredient waters, and then composite waters. Waters is pretty much anything like water that is used magically, so it ranges from storm water to tobacco and damiana tincture, and other stuff. Any of these can be collected whenever is convenient, but I added the time to collect them to make them more potent.

Natural Waters

Rain Water:

Rain water can be used for any spell to make it more potent, but it is a useful tool in peace magic, to quell anger, to relax, and for dream magic. Collect whenever you want.

Storm Water:

Storm water can be either protective or offensive. Use it to wash down your doors to protect you from hexes, and wash your tools with it to amplify their power. You can use it in any hexes or curses you want. To amplify it, add rusty nails to it and let turn rusty. Collect on a waxing gibbous moon.

Swamp Water:

Can be used in works for binding, hexing, or cloaking. Use when wanting to cause illness. Annoint yourself with swamp water to make yourself unnoticeable to others. Colelct on the dark moon (second new moon of the month) or on the new moon.

Marsh Water:

Marsh water is almost the same as swamp water, but it is more suitable for cloaking than other things. It can also be used for cleansing negative energies. Colelct on waning crescent moon.

Hail Water:

Hail water is melted hailstones. Use it for protection or hexing. Similar to storm water, but more aggressive. Use when you want to break sojmeone, or when you wish to cause physical harm. Collect during a full moon for best results.

Salt Water:

Salt water can be used for cleansing and protection from negativity. Simply add salt to water.

Sea Water:

Use sea water in works involving the psyche, or in hexing. It can also be used for cleansing. I use it to work with demonic forces as well. Collect on a new moon.

Lake Water:

Lake water is amazing in works concerning emotions, love, memories, or past life regressions. Boil it and drink it to enhance attempts for past life regressions. Collect on waxing moon.

Pond Water:

Use when wanting to bind someone, or to limit their horizons. Keep a flower vase with pond water in it on a table to silence a conversation to those not sitting at it. Collect on a dark moon.

Spring Water:

Spring water is super versatile. Use it instead of tap water.


Dew can allow the witch to cast powerful glamours for beauty and youth. It is an important ingredient in love potions. Collect at sunrise during a waxing or full moon.

Self Water:

Fancy word for spit or urine. This one is a little nasty, but it is to be used whenever a spell needs to be tied to the caster.


Sun Water:

Bask any sort of water in the sun for a full day. Use it for cleansing, to bring positivity into a space, or for glamours of youth.

Moon Water:

Used to power up any spell. Let water sit in the light of a full moon for a full night.

Tobacco Water:

Steep tobacco into water for a week in the fridge. When strained, mix with 100 proof vodka, about 1.5 parts water for 1 part vodka. Use it to cleanse or to offer to spirits when working with them. Can be used to cause addiction in a person.

Saffron Water:

Steep saffron into water and mix 1 part water with 1 part vodka. Use to raise winds by sprinkling it in the air, or rub on your lips before whistling and raising storms.

Rose Water:

Use for love, glamours, and beauty. Steep fresh rose petals in vodka for a period of 4 weeks, and then extract all the liquid from the petals by pressing them until they have lost their color. Cut with 0.5 part water.

Orange Blossom Water:

Use for joy, beauty, cleansing, and sunshine. Prepare in the same way as the rose water.

Lilac Water:

Use lilac water for sleep, dream magic, spirit work, and cleansing. Prepare in the same way you would prepare the other flower waters.

Apple Blossom Water:

Create this by the same manner as the three flower waters above. Use for protection, love, and beauty.

Holly Water:

Holly water is to be used to protect your family. It will prick at intruders, or unwelcomed guests. It will also allow you to always have knoledge of the safety of your family. Simply steep holly leaves in water and mix with vodka. Do not ingest this, as it is poisonous.


All Bite no Bark Water:

A powerful water used for protection of a space. Mix together storm water, hair of a black dog, dirt of a grave, the ashes of psalm 7, rose thorns, teeth of a canidae, and three holly berries. Pour around a room which you wish to protect, or water protective plants to give their produce an aggressive kick. This water will protect a space with the ferocity of a rabid dog, and will not warn before attacking.

Fiery Wall of Protection Water:

Mix together sun water with three hot peppers, red brick dust, pottasium nitrate (saltpeter), sulfur, and blackthorn pricks. Another like the above, but more passive. Attacker might suffer a rash after encountering it.

Pitch Water:

Use pitch water to stop someone from making any progress. Mix together water from a swamp, gum arabic or acacia, charcoal dust, and chapparal. It can also be used to dissorient. Fair warning, this water is hella sticky.

Fuck Off Water:

Mix together sumac, apple seeds, thorns of a blackberry, cloves and storm water. Use it to repel unwanted people.

Goodbye Lover Water:

Mix together sea water, sumac, cloves, poppy seeds, thorns of a cactus, petals of a hibiscus flower, and saltpeter. Use it to get rid of unwanted courters or lovers, or to make two people break up.

I hope you guys find this useful! Make sure to be careful with any of the potentially dangerous ingredients listed, and put these to good use! Good luck my darlings.

he’s the beauty; she’s the beast

so i’m sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all

but here’s another way we could do things:

he’s the beauty

she’s the beast

for a movie who’s central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?

so how about this – this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.

so the witch comes, and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, won’t let her in.

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So we all know today is world mental health day and I love that I’ve seen so many people posting about it and I don’t want to run on about how low I’ve been lately, instead I want to share something I found!

This book is called ‘Basic Witches’ and It’s got a section on banishment and how to avoid things that bring you down.

The different types of personal demons, we’ve all got demons inside our heads telling us we’re this telling us we’re that, some of us more than others but that’s ok.

Today I did a personal exorcism spell,

“when a personal demon is living in your brain, you need an exorcism. This spell will help you weaken and eventually evict your unwelcome mental guest.”

I’ve been dealing with a lot of personal demons lately and I’m not saying this spell is going to cure mental illnesses but it’s just a lovely calming thing for you to try if you’re feeling down about yourself.

What you’ll need:

• A piece of paper
• A black pen
• A red pen
• Matches
• A small, fireproof bowl
• Your favourite perfume

Take a piece of paper and write down using the black pen all the negative things your demon tells you about yourself, now take the red pen and draw your demon over your words.

Fold the paper and light it with a match, watch it burn and say:

“You hold no power
You are not welcome
I am not what you say I am.”

Mix the ashes with a few drops of your favourite perfume and use it to draw one X on your forehead and one on your chest and recite the incantation again, shower and wash away the demons/curses.

If you are struggling with your mental health, please speak to someone, get help! You don’t need to be alone, you have people that care and want to be there for you.

Brightest blessings pumpkins 💫🍁

Write a story including a set of three things

1) The phrase “I came to help”, a blanket, a disgruntled cat 

2) An optimist, ink stains, secrets 

3) A fortune teller, a spy, a conspiracy 

4) A book, a dress, a knife 

5) The sewer system of a major city, a mathematical equation, flowers 

6) A failed scientist, a 3rd grader, a billionaire 

7) The color red, a broken promise, an unwelcome guest 

8) A scarf, brown eyes, black and white 

9) Photographs, a dance, an abandoned engagement ring 

10) A dead phone, a map, a bowl of cereal 

headcanon: andrew hates bugs

+ like loathes them
+ specifically centipedes and spiders because “nothing should have that many legs”
+ every time he sees a bug in his home he flinches, backs away, and tells it to fuck off for good measure
+ and then continues to COMPLETELY ignore the spot of the house it’s in until he’s sure it’s bound to be gone
+ once he didn’t go near the toaster in the corner of the kitchen for eight straight days because there was a spider living there and he refused to ask neil to kill it
+ the only reason he ended up going back is because neil finally decided to check out what was wrong
+ found the spider and smashed it with a shoe
+ which he had to physically show to andrew
+ who kept insisting the spider had nothing to do with it
+ neil knows better than to ask about it
+ the same cannot be said for nicky, defender of all bugs who also squeals every time he sees them
+ one day he asks andrew about the thing with the bugs even though kevin and neil both shot him looks that clearly said “don’t ask”
+ of course nicky asks
+ andrew just ignores him at first and pointedly directs his attention to kevin to call him stupid for something
+ and nicky’s like, “they’re not doing anything wrong andrew they’re just bugs”
+ “first of all, they are unwelcome guests in my home, just like yourself”
+ “second, legs.”
+ nicky and kevin leave not too long after because now andrew is in an even more sour mood and neil isn’t even /trying/ to help
+ later neil asks andrew about it
+ because he’s curious and also he finds it kind of endearing
+ (because scary andrew is afraid of BUGS and that boy is nothing if not a collection of endless surprises neil aches to understand)
+ he expects andrew to brush off the topic or ignore him
+ he doesn’t
+ instead andrew has this expression that can be explained as nothing other than “disgruntled”
+ “the legs”
+ hes practically grinding his teeth when he says it, like it’s something personally offensive
+ “nothing can get away with having that many legs /and/ breaking and entering.”
+ “one is a personal attack on me and my person and my home. the other is a felony”
+ neil CANNOT stop smiling
+ he kills every bug in the house without question after that

A Lesson in Love (The Aftermath)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,817

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. This part is small snippets of how the reader is feeling after the events of the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it 😊

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@avengerstories - you dedicate so much time to editing all of my fics and I am forever grateful to you for that

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Forty Minutes Later

You read an article a few weeks ago about something called ‘dry drowning’. At the time, the prognosis seemed so strange. Whenever you heard the word 'drowning’, you associated it with water. That’s why you couldn’t comprehend how it could happen on land. It took a quick Google search to inform you that dry drowning was the lungs’ inability to extract oxygen from the air; it could happen just as easily on land as it could in the water.

As you sit on the floor with your arms still wrapped tightly around your body and your legs fast asleep, you realize that you’re drowning. The world is blurring into shapes you can’t make out and bright colors that make your eyes hurt. Your head is spinning. And your heart, oh your heart, it’s aching with loss. Abandonment. Rejection.

Rejection is a feeling you don’t know very well and one that is quite literally making you sick to your stomach. By avoiding relationships, you’ve avoided this. But there was only so long you could last before it found you. You might be biased or inexperienced, but you’re almost certain that it has sensed your vulnerability like a dog sniffs out fear and is using that to its advantage. It sees you trapped out in the ocean trying to keep yourself afloat and it’s like a merciless wave that refuses to let you get your bearings before knocking you under the surface again.

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Pumpkin Spice

Summary: AU. Reader loves pumpkin spice lattes, fall, and Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,910

Warnings: language, misunderstandings, a teeny bit of angst, some crankiness, excessive caffeine consumption, excessive fluff, friend-to-lover, almost a coffee shop au?

A/N: Here’s something fluffy to lighten the mood a bit. This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration. Congrats!!! My prompt was pumpkin spice.

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His ||Jungkook|| 0.2

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2

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“Coronation” Part Five

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, a little fluff?

Word Count: 1039

A/N: I’m back! The taglist for this series is officially closed. My permanent list is still open. I leave for the beach on the 22nd I will try to write while I’m there. I have nothing against England. I really want to travel there, but I had to use it. 

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“Who are the traitors?” Steve asked.

Rebecca answered first.

“Natalia Romanova and Clint Barton.”

The two lovers gave wide eyes and gasps.

Peggy cursed under her breath and Steve held a hand to her back. They gave each other the same look.

“We will help you with anything if it means getting her out of this country.” Steve answered.  

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Big Bro

Requests: “Could you do one with a witty banter between the salvatores and their sister who slept w the enemy (klaus if preferred but anyone will do really) and protective!damon and stefan ❤️❤️❤️” (Credits to gif owners!)

“Stop what you’re doing brother, it looks like we have to have a talk with our sister.” Damon skipped down the last step in the parlor. Stefan quietly put down the newspaper he was reading and that’s when Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat. Oh boy what did they need to talk about? Stefan calmly sat forward and put the newspaper down on the coffee table before him.

Stefan looked back and forth from his siblings and then back up at Damon who was standing over them with his arms folded across his chest. “Okay…?” Y/N shakily put her feet to the floor and looked up at her elder brother. “Is something wrong…?”

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Destruction Label

Steve Rogers
Prompt: “This is why we can’t have nice things.” & “I am way too sober for this.” 

[Y/N] tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the elevator to take her up to Tony’s penthouse. Glancing down at her phone, she winced, it would be her to be over two hours late. Surely, her friends would understand? [Y/N] had meeting after meeting in trying to clean up the mess The Avengers had made. It wasn’t the best job but it had to be done. Half the time she got screamed at for lost lives and other times she got treated like she was an idiot for representing a group of humans that had superpowers. Some days, she wondered if she really was an idiot but then she remembered that these very people were the ones who saved her. It was the least she could do, right? 

The elevator dinged, signaling that she had reached the penthouse. Looking up from her phone just as the doors opened, she stopped short of her hasty apology for being late as usual. With her mouth dropped, she stepped into Tony’s home and gaped at the scene before her.

Furniture was broken and dispersed in every which way, walls were crumbling, stairs were cracking, appliances were buzzing from exposed wires, and water was leaking from somewhere. Arching a brow at her friends who looked like they had been dragged to hell and back, she wanted to ask what the heck happened but words were getting lost in her throat. 

Opening her mouth again but only to close it a few short seconds later, she shook her head. Putting her hands up, she finally found the words she needed. “I am way too sober for this, I don’t want to know.” 

Tony winced as he got up from his spot on the floor, “If you could make a phone call to get this place fixed up, that’d be great. Thanks.” Trudging through his broken home to the bar, he smiled happily when he found that some of his liquor had survived the home invasion. 

[Y/N]’s mouth dropped, “You’re joking, right?” Stepping over what she thought was a couch, she narrowed her eyes. “It’s midnight and I’m pretty confident that your insurance isn’t going to cover whatever happened here.”

“If it’s midnight,” Tony sarcastically pondered, “than that means you’re late.” Snickering at her response, he handed her a glass of scotch. “I don’t need insurance, just charge it to my account.” 

Running a hand over her face, she groaned. “We will talk about why I’m late later.” Looking around, she groaned again. “This is going to take some major cash and some major time to fix, Stark. This is not a livable environment right now.”  

“Great, I’ll pack some bags and meet you at your apartment.” Tony grinned. 

“Oh, no you don’t.” But it was too late, Tony was already stumbling his way towards his room to get clothes. Blowing air out of her mouth, she turned to face her friends who were struggling to get up. “Are you guys okay? Any broken bones?” She walked over towards them, scanning each of them down.

The group all groaned in unison before dispersing to walk off the pain. Steve was the only one who stayed where he was. [Y/N] frowned, her hands gently running over his body. “Need to go to the hospital or anything?” 

Steve chuckled despite his ribs burning, “Superhuman, I’ll be okay.” 

“Right,” she removed her hands, chuckling to herself. “I forget that you pretty much heal faster than a normal person.” 

“I think I’m about to be the only man in history to have ever said that he’s glad his fiancee was late to their engagement party.” Smiling down at her, he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

[Y/N] sighed in content, “Well I suppose me being late turned out to be a good thing.” Motioning towards the mess around them and then running her hands over Steve in the air, she quirked a brow. “This is why we can’t have nice things. You should have came with a may cause destruction label.” 

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “In my defense, I wasn’t expecting unwelcomed guests.” Using her as a crutch to get towards the elevator, he snickered. “Our apartment is in beautiful shape.”

“It won’t be for long with Tony living with us.” [Y/N] muttered. 

say you love me


you’re a doctor who finds bucky in an alley way, bleeding out. you help him, and get way more than you ever asked for. (based on this request.)

word count: 5.7K

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: angst, fluff, open ending, bad writing

a/n: listen, i dont think this is good but i hope this is what ya wanted. there’s no smut in this, sorry my dudes :/ i left this ending kind of open and abrupt, so if y’all want a second part, i can write it. 

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Creepypasta #1231: The Price of Sugar

Length: Long

When I was a little girl, if you’d asked me what I wanted to be, ‘starving artist’ wouldn’t have even been on the list.

Most likely I would have told you ‘a dinosaur’ or ‘an astronaut’ – and later, when I realised that children couldn’t become dinosaurs and brown girls from New Zealand couldn’t become astronauts, I would have said ‘a teacher’ or ‘a nurse’.
At school I got worse at every subject but English and Art, but in my teens my aunty got me a part-time job as a cleaner at the local hospital. I thought at the time that the money wasn’t too awful, and I was good at it. I enjoyed cleaning; even if sometimes what I was cleaning was explosive diarrhoea or blood-laced vomit.

After a while you got used to most of the smells. Well, except for Clostridium difficile – otherwise known as ‘C. Diff’. But thankfully I rarely had to clean up after one of those patients.

Eventually my minimum wage salary let me quit school and rent a tiny, grimy, one-bedroom place in a block of concrete flats. When I wasn’t working or sleeping, I made art, to sell down at the markets on Saturday morning.

And so I became a poor, part-time artist.


There are certain staples every poor person needs in their cupboards. Potatoes and rice were mine; both were dirt cheap and could be made into a variety of dishes. Growing up with equally poor parents and strictly enforced gender roles meant that mum had taught me early on how to cook dishes that would stretch for several meals.

“Rice is great,” she had said, “You can have it sweet for breakfast and you can have it plain for lunch and dinner.” 

And cabbage. Everything seemed to have cabbage in it.

But I still had my little luxuries in my tiny flat; a jar of peanut butter, some wild Manuka honey comb from my uncle up north and a big jar of raw sugar for my cups of tea.

You’ll understand then, why I was upset when ants started coming inside.

They were really small things, some of the smallest ants I’d ever seen. When I got up in the morning, they would be swarmed around the tiniest crumb of dropped food, dividing it up and carrying it back to their nest in a steady brown-black pilgrimage of little bodies.

I didn’t begrudge them at first – I knew what it was like to be hungry. And I could appreciate more than most people that they were cleaning up my mess, doing me a service.

But when they ate a hole clean through the paper of my spare bag of raw sugar, I decided I’d had enough.


Borax and sugar, I discovered, was a good home-made ant killer.

We had plenty of borax-based cleaning products at work, for clearing drains and dissolving really stubborn filth. So I mixed up a solution as the internet instructed me, then left it in a saucer on the kitchen bench.

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Mean - Part 6 [Harrison Osterfield series]

A/N this is probably the worst chapter I’ve ever written, but it’s just a filler chapter I guess… cuz the next chapter should be the last one for this series. I hope everyone has enjoyed it so far. Who knows if they’ll get together :)

Summary:  You and Harrison share the same group of friends, but somehow you can’t stand each other. All of your friends wonder how long it’ll take for you two to get along, or maybe even fall in love.

Word Count: 1, 647

Pairings: Harrison Osterfield x reader, ft Tom Holland 

Warnings: none 

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 7

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