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dancingwithfoxes · 5 months

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10 little subtle ways and things you could be doing that are witchy!

(esp if you're still in the broom closet) ❤️🦊

1. virtual and online altars

pinterest boards dedicated to your gods/goddesses; quotes and aesthetics.

tumblr dedication blogs.

social media page with your witchy alias.

discord server, a private place to organise channels and create categories for what you want, i.e., spellwork, candle magick, crystal associations, etc.

music playlists, for both manifesting and connecting with your deities, they love coming through music.

2. journal/book altars

similar to the idea of a book of shadows, this will be personal writings and thoughts for specific deities.

you can customise it and decorate it much like a physical altar! i.e., stickers, washi tapes, markers, sparkles.

custom spreads for whomever you work with, you can put prayers you've written for them, words you want to convey, and express.

3. the wooden box altar, also known as a travelling altar

a place to put all your trinkets and necessities.

if you're unable to have a physical space, having one that's portable will help you take your altar wherever you go.

you can carve/paint the box to be more personal for you, or to be ultra discreet about it you can just customise the inner part so it doesn't stick out to people you don't want knowing yet.

4. origami shapes

for manifesting, write out what you would like and fold it into a star to carry out the manifestation.

use the idea of symbolism to embed your intentions, for luck, a four leaf clover. for allowing new opportunities to find you and let go, a butterfly, to succeed in something you could make a bird; "soaring to new heights."

you could also use this time to connect with your deities, just being with them in the moment.

5. financial abundance

if you can't blow cinnamon on the first day of the new month, put a dash of it in your morning coffee or tea first thing.

use of coins in the soil of your plants welcomes in prosperity.

likewise with coins, frogs are symbolic of wealth.

a bay leaf where you keep your wallet/purse, the exchange of the money you give out you will receive back with a little extra.

6. kitchen magick/green witchery

add spices/herbs to help achieve something you want i.e.,

pancakes with vanilla and honey to bring in loving and warm energy.

adding pepper/salt/basil/rosemary to encourage protection.

for clarity and insight, chamomile tea.

to have peaceful and calm resolve, lemonade with fresh mint leaves.

7. clothing and jewellery

wearing items of clothing or jewellery in honour of your deities, i.e.

rings, bracelets, and necklaces that symbolise something of them for you.

shirts with quotes you feel resemble them; colour associations work plenty.

if you crochet or make your own items of clothing, knot magick or sewing in a symbol that means something for you can help you feel confident when wearing it.

8. self-care can be devotional

doing things that make you happy whilst doing it in honour of your deities allows them to be present in your simple joys.

writing, poetry, reading; feeling called to read something because it holds a message for you.

indulging a show or something you watched in your childhood years, deities take pleasure in watching something that means alot to you and will be grateful to share that moment.

treats and specific cravings, i.e., little upg, but loki loves sweet pastries.

taking a walk about in nature gives your deities more room to show you the beauty of the world. take them to your favourite bench, to your favourite coffee shop.

knot magick, if you crochet, make something in honour of your gods/goddesses. they will ensure it brings you comfort when you hold it.

painting your nails, you can charge your nail polish beneath the moon or mix in a little moon water to be energised and intuitively connected.

9. cleansing and clearing of old energy

water

will help the bad flow out and let the good flow in.

showers/baths are good for self-cleansing.

holding a glass of water before drinking it and wish your intentions.

crying, allowing yourself to feel what it is you're trying to process in order for it to be released. can't release something you haven't finished going through yet.

moon water, I recommend this during a new moon as that's more symbolic to starting anew, planting seeds and encouragement toward growth.

sun water, can help with energising you and bringing in positive energy, also a confidence boost.

earth

holding onto a crystal for a few moments, just breathing in and out.

crystals can be used for cleansing, smoky quartz, clear quartz. there is a crystal for all your needs.

plants! plants are great for protection and for taking in bad energy. they will listen to what you have to say, and will love you as much as you love them.

food, especially grown from the earth can help you feel refreshed and buzzing with energy.

fire

burning, writing out your hardships, struggles, anger and burning them (safely please).

lighting a candle while you work on something, very therapeutic, and you can visualise the bad energy being burnt out and released.

incense, the smoke is a natural cleanser and will do wonders. you aren't restricted to using sage to cleanse; others you could use are myrrh, sandalwood, lavender, or cedar. it's completely up to what your preferences are.

air

breathing in and out during meditation, as you take in some air and release it, upon release visualise what you're letting go of.

bells, the frequency of dinging bells helps to disperse bad energy.

sound cleansing through soft music, and intentional frequencies. you'll find alot of these up on youtube.

10. divination methods (aside from tarot/pendulums that i know of)

clouds, observing what you see and the shapes you recognise, what you need to know will be reflected in nature.

ceromancy, candle wax, burning a candle after asking for some clarity or an answer and having the wax form a shape for you to interpret.

numerology, angel numbers, and the significance of the numbers.

automatic writing, done in your personal journal, it's unconscious writing that can help channel messages you may need.

bibliomancy, randomly selecting a passage or words from a book.

capnomancy, the use of smoke from candles or incense, and reading the shapes and forms casted by the smoke

conchomancy, divination through seashells, shapes, and the type of shell.

casting a set of charms on a cloth and divinating the meaning of where they landed.

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skyrimfuckery · 2 months

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Oh hey guess what you wouldn't believe it but it's true! A new outfit made within a year? No way!

Yes way. I had the concept sketch lying around since last summer. Originally, the design was intended for Fadiyyeh, the redguard showcasing my Dragonstar armor. I wanted it to be a more Indian inspired witchy dress with more colours, decorative stitching, and jewelry everywhere. But her story was told and the Dragonstar armor project kinda drained me. So I decided to turn it into somewhat of an elegant gothic dress with coarse medieval armor parts! You know I can't resist adding historical armor to everything I make.

So here it is. A black brocade dress with a mix of 14th and 15th century armor (I did my research) and modern(ish) jewelry and boots. The gauntlets sport fake nails for extra goth. All in all, a pretty good mid-late game dress for a mage up to no good!

In hindsight, I should have added more lace pretty much everywhere, as the design is pretty simple at this point. Then again, that allows for more customization with accessories from other mods, in a similar vein to the Brigandine set. Texture wise, though, the dress is a bit boring. It's just the single fabric texture. But it works, I guess, and all the other parts look amazing so it evens out. This outfit was also my first venue into baking normal maps from high poly models instead of manually painting them. I think it turned out especially nicely on the boots and the gauntlets. I hope you think so too.

The armor is female only. It has no quest. As much as I want to give my items a place in the world, it seemed like an effort spent in vain. Plus, I had no ideas I liked for this dress. It's just something people wear now, I guess. The skirt on the dress will be physics enabled. I'm also experimenting with that now, spooky stuff.

This dress will be released on the Nexus somewhere next week. I have the weight painting and BHUNP sliders done, so all that's left is the inventory models, the crafting recipes, and tweaking the physics.

Oh yeah. I moved to SE because of data loss somewhere last May. This means this outfit will be SE only. I still have the mesh without physics, so technically I could make an LE conversion. Will that be worth it? If literally one person asks me in DMs I will do it, bet.

I already got plenty ideas for my next project. I'll have to focus on other things after this, but I'll make sure to keep you guys updated. I'm kinda thinking of remaking the Squire's plate...

Till the next one!

#skyrim #armor #clothing #armour #mage #dress #gothic #skyrim modding

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 11 months

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Random witchy shit the lads have to put up with

Leo

"Do you have any hair?"

"What? Hair? No I'm a mutated turtle, I don't have hair"

"Ok what about nail clippings?"

"Why the fuck do you want my nail clippings?"

you just sigh and walk away

telling him to put a crystal in his pocket and threatening that if he loses it and dies you're going to do some necromancy shit and beat his ass

he can't sleep so you get out your lavender infused oil and give him a massage

then he's pissed that he overslept and you're just like "Sorry I'm very powerful, next time I'll let your insomnia continue!"

he has a thing about fingerprints on mirrors so one of your most long running arguments is you writing sigils in the fog on the bathroom mirror

Raph

running into his room, clearly het up "What fucking moon phase is it tonight?"

he checks his phone and is like "A waning gibbus"

you practically screech "FUCK!" and run off again

he's kind of into it tho, always asking astrology shit like "What planet is it that's making me so annoyed today?"

you're just like "Earth, baby. It's earth"

he finds your collection of bones and teeth, he was not happy about you keeping them in his room

"But what if I need to call on those spirits to protect you out on patrol? Did you ever think of that?"

His room is messy as fuck and you do a lot of candle magic

have defo almost burnt down his room on at least 4 seperate occasions

Mikey

"Can you do a spell that will get me free pizza?"

"I could just buy you a pizza?"

"No, it's more fun if I know magic was involved"

you had to enchant his nunchucks because he kept hitting himself in the face with them

"Don't ask any questions, I need to know the time you were born"

he tells you, you go on your phone for a minute furiously typing and then say "How dare you be an Aquarius Venus. How could you do that to me?"

he looks around the lair for 2 hours trying to find the laces to one of his shoes

only to find you doing knot magic with it

"I was in a pinch and this was the only knotable thing I could find"

"Baby, I need to put on my shoes..."

Donnie

you turn everything he says into a problem because you find it funny

like he says "Bombastic side eye" when you say something out of pocket

and so, of course, you say "Did you just give me the evil eye? You 100% just evil eye'd me! You cursed me!"

taking his poptarts to give as offerings

that one really annoys him because somehow you always take the last one

and you won't let him eat it after, you just chuck it out when the deity is done wit it.

he meditates sometimes to get to sleep

and keeps waking up covered in and surrounded by your crystals

"I thought they'd relax you! Sorry I have a tight pussy and brilliant ideas I guess..."

"I just pulled the 7 of swords so who the fuck are you cheating on me with?"

he cannot win with you

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #tmntxreader #tmnt leo #tmnt donnie #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #witch series #witch so #with s/o #tmnt imagine

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imnotasuperhero · 1 year

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Cover me in sunshine (and everything will be alrigt)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: When the dark looms over you, it’s good you always have someone who can resque you.

A/N: OMG! It’s been like.. OVER 2 YEARS! (Yes, I checked the date) BUT I FINALLY GOT THE PERFECT CONTINUATION TO THIS ANGSTY PIECE!! And while this idea had occured me a few weeks ago, I just got to finish it tonight, And. It’s. EVERYTHING! I honestly don’t know what will follow, but if you have something specific you wanna know or an idea for another story in the same AU, hit my inbox. For now, hope you enjoy this one 🫶

"You're staring."

And how could you not?

She was back. After 5 damned years, she was in your arms. Right where she belonged.

Your left hand reached her cheek, cupping her face so tenderly. The pad of your thumb smoothing invisible wrinkles on her soft skin with the gentlest touch you could muster. Afraid that if you caressed her a bit too hard it’d send her away.

But she was here. Wanda was by your side, on your bed at your dad's house and you felt yourself breathe, finally allowing your lungs to enjoy the oxygen that filled them with every single inspiration.

But the deep breath you inhaled got stuck mid-way as you felt your heart constricting itself, making your whole body ache and your lungs were no longer working as you witnessed how the brunette in your arms turned to ashes once again.

And you wanted to scream, to beg her to stay, but your body was unresponsive and you thought this was what sleep paralysis felt like because you just stood there witnessing how her eyes begged you to hold her, asking you to have mercy and to not let her go. But all you could do was look at her with tears running down your cheeks while your insides burned from the excruciating pain that was consuming every cell in your body, making it impossible to move.

And the more you wanted to scream, the bigger the gag in your mouth, ricocheting your palpitations by the second, hearing the blood running through your veins clear as day in your ears.

When your lungs started to burn, the dizziness started to consume you, making your vision close until there was only darkness.

The sound of the beeping machine echoing in the room felt like thousands of nails in your brain and the sunlight made you shut your eyes at the brightness.

“It hurts,” you hoarse to the body besides your bed.

“Detka!” The brunette cried.

The look of pure anguish turned into the brightest teary smile you’ve ever seen and all your insides warmed up at that exact moment.

Lifting your hand, you cupped her cheek, feeling the lightest weight when Wanda leaned her face into your touch. “Hi, Witchy,” you smiled.

Suddenly, your personal space was filled with Wanda’s. And wrapping your arm around her, you just prayed to whichever god out there to let you keep her forever.

“What happened?” You asked when she moved to lay by your side, holding your lock around her like a scarf, with your hand over her heart. The steady beating sending you into some sort of hypnosis.

“I don’t know, really.” The redhead’s eyes glued to you as the hand on your bare chest caressed your warm skin, careful not to ruin any electrode. “You just… You were dreaming and then you passed away after staying still for a few minutes.”

Flashes of your dream started to play and tears started to form in your eyes.

Turning on your side, you snuggled impossibly closer to Wanda, “Please, never leave me again.”

But her voice never came. Instead, Dr. Cho walked into the small room.

“Glad to see you’re awake, Y/N,” the woman smiled tenderly as she started to check on the machines.

After what seemed like eternity full of different tests, you were dismissed with the promise of you starting therapy for ‘this is all in your head’ the dr. said. But all your plans flew out the window when your dad requested you stay in the compound with that ugly metalic band on your wrist.

“But what if we want intimate time?” You countered, seeing your dad’s face turn awry.

“First, ew.”

“Hey! Don’t say ew to my girlfriend.” You frowned.

“Honey, she’s like my kid. I don’t want anything to do with your… that.” Tony sighed tiredly. “About the wristband, please. I can’t have you-” He paused, looking at Wanda, then at your pleading eyes. “You owe me that much.”

Sighing, you just nodded your head, never meeting his eyes after the look of pure panic in his brown orbs. That hand around your heart squeezed it like a lemon, and its juice was your tears gathering in your eyes.

“You’re one of the most important things I have,” he walked the distance, placing a warm, calloused hand on your chin, making you look at him. “I-”

“I know, dad. I'm sorry,” you blinked rapidly trying to brush your tears away, but it was of no use when the strong pair of arms secluded you into the comfort a fatherly hug could bring.

Looking at the scene unfolding in front of her, Wanda couldn’t help the mourning settling in her chest. She’s lost five years of your life and it wasn’t rocket science to understand you weren’t at your best. But just as her lungs started to hurt, Tony’s eyes indicated her to stay calm, “Gotta be patient.” he mouthed soundlessly.

And that she was. Wanda had kept quiet about her concerns, never speaking about them and always staying quiet, listening and analyzing every single interaction around her, paying special attention to the way Natasha behaved with you. Always hugging you, always touching you in some way ‘just friends’ don’t do, at moments, always so secretive. And she’d be lying if it didn’t poke at her heart.

The idea of you having had something with Natasha twisted the small knife inside her, making it harder to stay put.

Granted, you’ve been clinging to her since she came back, always making her feel loved and pampering her with love. But the greeny monster inside her kept tugging at her heart, reading too much into the situations in front of her eyes.

“I need air,” she kissed your hair before detangling her arms from around you.

“I can go,”

“No, Detka. Stay with them,” Wanda conjured the best smile she could fake. No need to add to whatever thing your brain was dealing with.

The pure oxygen the trees around her provided, was enough to keep her lungs happy. But the solitude of the leafy park she was in, made the crispy air pierce to her bones. And she wondered if maybe you felt this way. Maybe the cold in you needed the warmth she always provided until she disappeared, so you sheltered yourself in Natasha’s. Maybe-

‘No’

She couldn’t let her demons crawl up to the surface. She couldn’t let her fears come in between the two of you.

“I might not be the telepathic one, but I still can hear you.”

The chills Wanda was experiencing only intensified at the voice beside her.

Turning around, the redhead faced the hard woman in front of her. Her fingers itched to pat that smirk away.

“What do you want?”

“I want to talk, that’s all.” Natasha raised her arms, showing her surrenderness.

“There’s nothing to-”

“It’s about Y/N,” Wanda’s mannerisms changed at the sound of your name.

“Is she okay?”

“She is,” Natasha nodded, signaling to a near bench and Wanda followed suit.

“The five years you weren’t here, Y/N had…” The older woman paused, looking for the right words to say. “She’s been through some very rough patches. She was in complete misery, and she did some not-so-good things.”

“What things?” Worriness started to shred her skin from the inside out.

“She’ll tell you when she’s ready.”

“What about me?” Wanda spat venomously.

“It’s why I’m here,” Natasha placed a hand on her thigh, sending some sort of calmness through her body. “I can only imagine what it must have felt like. I won’t say I understand because I stayed. But you gotta know she was never alone. And no, there was nothing between us.”

“How you-”

“I’m a spy, Wanda. I know how to read people,” Natasha shrugged.

Just like that, the looming darkness over her dissipated into thin air, allowing the sunrays to shine through.

She still had a lot of questions that needed answers, but Natasha’s words allowed her to see clearly again.

“Thank you.” Wanda nodded. “For being there for her,” she spoke shyly.

“I can’t say it was the best experience, but I’d do it again.” She joked and Wanda laughed softly, knowing how big of a pain in the ass you could be. Sometimes you reminded her of Pietro.

“Between us?” Natasha drew her attention. “She always talked about your emo phase,” she winked something Wanda didn’t know how to identify as, and stood up. “I gotta go, don’t be long. She could use some time with you.” Natasha walked away, leaving a dumbfounded Wanda behind.

“Hey, W.E.D.N.S.D.A.Y.? You sure there’s nothing to do about this thing?” You asked the AI, inspecting the silver gadget on your wrist, racking your brains about fooling its bio results.

“I’m sorry Miss Stark, your father blocked me from giving you the information.”

Sighing you rolled in bed, grunting against your pillow.

Maybe you could ask that girl, Skye, you met at shield. She was a hacker and was one of Coulson’s favorites. You knew he wouldn’t oppose giving you her contact.

Now, if only you could think of something infallible…

But said line of thought was interrupted when your bed sank. Turning your head to the side, you gasped when your eyes focused on the brunette. Your fingers automatically curling around that soft hair you missed oh, so much.

“You dyed it?” You asked wide-eyed.

“I guess you like it,” Wanda blushed under your gaze and you couldn’t help the smile growing.

“I love it!” You giggled, trying really hard to keep your eyes away from the silky chocolatey locks, but failing miserably.

“Should I get jealous of my hair?” Wanda joked, staring at you.

“Maybe,” you smirked before you kissed her lips. “Hi,”

“Hello,” Wanda smiled in the kiss, wrapping her arms around you and laying you back in bed, her on top of you.

The distant voice calling you was closer with every step you took, but muffled at the same time. Like interference in a radio.

The smoggy air around you provided little clarity for you to see. Everything around you iced your blood the more you looked at the dry, crooked trees that seemed on a mission to capture you.

“Y/N!” The melody in the voice you loved to hear, has been replaced by horror. And the way your heart thumped against your chest felt like a march. Tu-tum tu-tum tu-tum. The same beat repeating in your ears, sending goosebumps down your body.

“Y/N!” The voice sounded louder, stronger, as a hand appeared in front of you and you begged for it to take you out of it.

Adjusting your eyes to the dim light coming from Wanda’s side of the bed, you allowed yourself to drown in those green eyes, taking it all from them, like the oxygen your lungs needed to survive. Wanda’s soft hands adding to the comfort from where they were placed.

“Detka, it was just a dream,” the brunette coed as her thumbs rubbed against your warm skin.

Focusing on the absentminded pattern she was creating, you allowed your body to relax against her touch.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried, hugging you close to her.

“What for?” You mumbled confused against her chest, basking in the warmth of her embrace.

At the silence settling fastly between you, you broke the hold, not caring about the magnetic force fighting to blend both your atoms.

“Wand,” you questioned softly, grabbing her hands in yours.

“I… I think I projected my dream onto you.” The brunette looked down, hiding from scrutinizing eyes.

“I thought you didn’t feel anything?” You mused, remembering her explanation of the five years she’s been blipped away.

“I don’t think it is because of the blip.” Wanda whispered.

“What do you mean?”

You looked back into those weepy eyes as they begged you to drop it. But that only lit up the curiosity inside you.

“What.” You pushed.

Seeing Wanda fidget in place, visibly uncomfortable, made your arms itch to shield her. But the hunger for knowledge won.

Squaring yourself waiting for the worst, you studied your girlfriend. The usual carefree stance disappeared to display this anxious shy persona you haven’t seen in so long. Not after she started to move on from Pietro’s death.

“Nat told me,” her voice barely audible.

“Told you, what?” You braced yourself.

“When I was gone,” she paused and you saw how her tongue wetted her lips, misguiding you in the meaning for a second too long. “She told me you weren’t alright. And I know I have to let you speak about it in your own time. But the silence and secrecy about it all it’s starting to affect me because it’s not fair everyone else knows and I, as your girlfriend, am kept in the dark.”

“I-” You sighed, feeling the looming cloud fall over you in a heartbeat.

You always loathed the moment it would come up, because you knew avoiding her would be fruitless. The fact you had to open up to Wanda about your darkest years was something you always kept at the back of your mind. You weren’t ready to break her like you did the others. She deserved only love. But you knew she also needed the truth, no matter how hard it’d stomp over your relationship.

“I don’t know how it happened or what possessed me to do it,” you paused, trying to find the right words. “After you were blipped, all in me became a shell of the person I used to be. Every moment I replayed the same scene over and over again,” you sobbed, feeling your eyes burning and your throat starting to close itself. “One second you were smiling at me and a blink after, you turned into dust floating away from my arms,” you dried your tears with the sleeve of your shirt. “My mind kept repeating the same images over and over and I-” You had to stop yourself as you felt your body starting to tremble as you saw how Wanda’s eyes erupted with tears. The beeping coming from your wrist kept you grounded as you trusted the AI to inform everyone that it wasn’t a crisis.

“I lost myself,” you shrugged, smiling tearily as the shame took over you. “I lost myself and I became an addict.” You finally confessed, not daring to look up at the glassy eyes scrutinizing you, feeling your body burning up. You wouldn’t be able to keep on living if -when, you saw the disappointment in them.

“I became an awful person,” you laughed wickedly. “I became all the things I always stood against. And-”

The guttural, painful moan that roared from within you had you melting into those soft yet strong arms that encircled you in a securing grip.

Your cries turned into tremors as Wanda kissed your head repeatedly, her hand drawing circles on your lower back.

"I'm sorry," she cried alongside you, allowing you the time to calm down while she never stopped her ministrations. No matter how her eyes burned with the falling tears, the need to comfort you came first.

After a few moments, she laid you both in bed, your head over her chest. You sighed tiredly as your body relaxed against her. Wanda's beating heart casting a spell on your exhausted body.

"You have to let go," Wanda's voice was barely a whisper, almost afraid the calm that slowly started to reign dissipated away.

At your silence, she continued. "Someone once told me that who our alter ego was didn’t matter as long as we took over and allowed ourselves to heal."

You smiled silently at those words. Your heart pumped a bit easier at the knowledge she remembered them after all these years.

"Guess I should follow my advice," you tightened your hold on her middle section, basking in the comfort you craved for so long.

"I love you, detka." She cupped your cheek, making you look into those green orbs you loved to dive into. "And I'm never leaving you again." She promised.

You inspected her eyes in search of any trace of a lie. But you came up empty-handed.

Leaning up, you kissed her softly, slowly. Hoping she’d feel in that kiss all the devotion you withheld for her. And in consequence, allowing your mind to finally understand Wanda was here. She wasn’t going anywhere. Not unwillingly, at least.

Breaking the kiss for much-needed air, you snuggled against her as you inhaled her essence, filling your insides with the aroma that never failed to calm you down.

The craving for the serenity you've been suffering from these excruciating years was finally subsiding the more you listened to her calm heartbeat. Because you knew that no matter how tumultuous your mind was feeling, Wanda always managed to.

Time ago, your heart bled whenever you saw people laughing, wishing with all your will for the day you would, too. And even if it seemed far away, her soul got you through another day.

After all, and even more so now with her in your arms, with Wanda by your side, everything would be alright.

As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated (:

Forever (wanda) taglist: @summergeezburr @red1culous @wandabear @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (If you wanna be added, let me know (:

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #part 2 #stark!reader #my writing

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erlagrimwood · 3 months

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A simple warding charm for my front door

After listening to @breelandwalker's podcast episode about home warding, I wanted to try out an idea I've had for a while about a warding charm for my front door using stinging nettle. Warding my whole house isn't something I have the energy for right now, but I enjoyed working this little spell to give myself a little peace of mind. Please listen to the episode if you haven't (Hex Positive, Ep. 024 - Warding A Witchy Home) because she goes into detail about what home wards can and can't do, how to work them, etc. All very good information!

Also please note that I don't have a lot of experience and I haven't tested this spell before, but I wanted to share it anyway and in the future I'll update the post with any insights or experiences that might come up.

For this spell I used: - a small drawstring bag (mine was crocheted by my grandmother some years ago) - dried stinging nettle - one clove of garlic

I started by gathering my materials, then centered and grounded myself. I cleansed the immediate space around me as well as the bag (lately I've enjoyed burning dried juniper for this purpose), then took a pinch of the dried nettles and held it in my hands, asking the plant to please assist me in protecting my home from anything or anyone seeking to cause harm, while allowing friends and family and anyone else who we invite or welcome to our house safe passage through the front door. I visualized a powerful patch of tall nettles growing in front of my house, around the door, and wrapping around the door handle. I also visualized any person or entity seeking to cause harm feeling prickles and itching upon approaching the house or touching the door handle, and them retreating from the house. Then I imagined the nettles drawing back and allowing friends and family to come to the door safely. I charged the nettles with this intention and placed them in the bag.

I did much the same thing with the garlic but the visualization that came to me was more like a glowing golden light encompassing the door. Then I also put the garlic into the bag, closed the bag, and held it in my hands while charging it with my intention more strongly, holding gratitude for the plants for assisting me in the working. I then hung the bag on a nail above my front door (on the inside), placed my hands on the door, and visualized the nettle patch and golden light one more time. To my surprise the imagined nettles kind of decided by themselves to grow all around my house and garden, even around my garden shed, though I didn't specifically ask them to, which to me was a lovely sign that the nettle spirit was eager to help me. These days I usually close my spells by saying "make it so" because I'm obsessed with Star Trek, then I reversed my grounding and centering.

Please let me know if you try it out! I haven't worked with nettles much in my magic so far, but I can't wait to get to know them more intimately as summer rolls around.

#witchblr #witchcraft #spellwork #green witch #warding spell #protection #protection spell #home ward #spellbook #stinging nettle #plant magic

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Heyyy! I love your writing so much, it truly makes my day so please don't stop writing! You are amazing!

I wanted to send you this ask because I myself don't write but I do have some amazing ideas so I'd like to request a fic<3

Can you please do an Eddie fic(smut) where he and reader who is kinda witchy herself get down on the backseat of her car for the first time and it's just steamy and pretty wholesome in general( lots of hickies and biting choking and the usual, maybe they both come undone before they even get to the action;)

Sending you lots of love💞💞💞

Absolutely!!

You are so sweet! Thank you so much for the support. You are amazing!

Sending even more love back 💕

18+ thigh riding, hand job, titty sucking, choking

Not proofread :)

Y/N and Eddie have been dating for only a short period of time. Maybe two months at most, if she timed it correctly.

Two months and they have not gone further than kissing. Not that she's upset about it or in a rush. But I mean her boyfriend was hot. His long hair has her drooling. Her brain doesn't function when he has it pulled back with her scrunchie. When he strums his guitar, she can only focus on his fingers. His rings, his hands, and his veins. His tattoos, his arms, and his stomach. She foams at the mouth just thinking of him.

She wanted to be patient because maybe he wasn't ready?

Eddie was driving with a hand on her thigh as they headed back to his trailer after their date.

"it's weird to see you driving in a small car and not your van." She eyed him. He looked more gorgeous than ever.

That led him into a rant about how his van never works and blah. Her mind just focused on the way his lips moved. How his hand was gripping her thigh as he spoke.

"pull over." She didn't even notice she cut him off until he looked over at her.

"what? You okay?" He asked as he slowly pulled to the side of the road.

"yes I just need to do something." She said as she unbuckled herself. Eddie watched her closely. Was she sick? Did she eat too much at dinner?

"baby what's going on?"

Then all of a sudden she reached over and unbuckled his seatbelt.

Her lips attached themselves to his neck, kissing it softly and slowly.

Eddie shivered under her touch. A small moan left his lips and her body felt like it was on fire.

He sounded so heavenly.

"not that I don't like this, because I do," she sucked a piece of his skin right underneath his ear. He moaned louder in between his sentences. "But are you sure you are okay?" He asked, kinda breathless.

She pulled away and looked at him.

"Eddie, I'm really horny and I want to touch you. Okay?" She went back to her assault on his neck. She never knew she could crave skin before. But here she was, sucking his skin like a vampire.

He was taken back by how forward she was. He couldn't hide the tightness in his jeans as he spread his legs out. She noticed and placed a hand on his inner thigh

"oh God." He moaned as her hand traveled higher, so close to his hard on.

She pulled herself away and quickly moved to her backseat.

Eddie was still trying to process what was going on in the front seat when he noticed she moved. He quickly followed her and landed in the backseat. She climbed on his lap and kissed him. Her hands went straight for his hair, tangling her nails into his hair. Scratching at his scalp.

She began to move her hips against his hard on. The feeling of her jeans rubbing her in such a good way, had her whining.

Eddie has never heard a better sound. He gripped her hips and helped her move around on his lap.

Her head was thrown back as she went faster. This time he assaulted her neck. Sucking right near her collarbone, blowing cool air as the mark began to form. He sucked all over her neck. Still moving her hips against his, matching her pace.

She could feel how wet she was. Practically humping Eddie's lap at this point. It felt good, he felt so good. The feeling of how hard he was under her was driving her crazy.

"you're so fucking hot. Get on my thigh pretty girl."

She almost came, hearing him demand her around. She lifted her hips and moved herself to straddle his thigh. It was so thick and muscular.

She was depressed now, grinding her clit hard down into his jeans.

"look at you. You going to cum from this? Cum from riding my thigh?"

She let out a pathetic moan and nodded. She has never felt this good in her life and he wasn't even touching her.

His moved his hand to grip the back of her head forcing her forehead against his.

"you keep those eyes open when you cum." He demanded through clenched teeth. His cock was the hardest he has ever felt. Like his zipper was going to fly open. He moved his hand from the back of her head towards her neck.

His eyes questioned her as he gave it a small squeeze.

"fuck Eddie." She whined and he took that as a good sign, squeezing a bit harder.

She tried to keep her eyes open. Tried to stare into his. Her hips were still riding into his thigh. She was done for when Eddie began to bounce.

"Are you ready to cum baby?" He asked as he pecked her lips. She couldn't move her lips against him. Her lips just stayed open as she gasped for air.

She nodded but his hand on her neck squeezed harder.

"use your words."

Eddie demanding her around? She was definitely bringing that up later.

"fuck yes. Your thigh feels so good." She whined, she was going as fast as she could.

"yeah? You like my thigh? Imagine what my cock could do"

Her eyes closed for a second and he was gripping her harder. Cutting off her air supply, and she loved it.

She opened her eyes the best she could, half open in a haze as her stomach tightened.

"I'm gonna..fuck...I'm gon-" she cut herself off with a loud moan. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Drenching her from head to toe. Her hips rocked against his thigh out of rhythm. He stopped bouncing his knee as she slowed.

Her breath was fast and puffy. He released his grip on her neck and kissed the skin softly where his hands were.

"that was so hot." He sighed out, placing a hand on his hard on and palming himself.

She laughed and nodded but quickly moved her hands down his chest. Moving his shirt up slowly, her fingers scraping against his soft stomach. Running her nails through his happy trail

He shivered under her. Whining softly at how close she was to his cock.

Her moved herself to the side of him. Her chest pressing into his side as her hand began to unbuckle his jeans. Prying the button up and forcing down his zipper. He shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles. He breathed a sigh of relief. His cock now free and smacks against his stomach.

She felt her mouth water at how beautiful his cock was. It was normal length but the thickness had her thighs clenching. Feeling her cum in her underwear.

Eddie could feel her staring, a blush taking over his face.

"you like what you see?" He asked as he clenched his thighs. His cock moving slightly. She looked into his eyes and gave a shy nod.

She spit in her hand and rubbed his tip softly. He threw his head back with a moan. From the streetlights on the side of the road, she could see the hickies starting to form. Deep purple and blotchy. And they were everywhere.

She slowly moved along his length. Feeling every vein as she moved up and down. She started slow, she wanted to feel the hardness for as long as she could.

He was panting. He felt like he was already going to fall apart. He was moaning nonstop and he wasn't ashamed.

He was close to screaming when she sped up, tugging the tip as she reached his head.

"fuck baby. Just like that." He moaned as he watched her hand.

Her delicate hand, pretty nails. Just wrapping around his thickness. He wouldn't be able to look at her hands again. He was gripping the top of the seat behind him. Bucking his hips to move faster through her hand.

She moved into his lap, still pumping him fast as he thrust his hips up. His ass hit the seat below him as he went up and down. In this new position her tits were right in his face.

He couldn't stop himself. He was taking off her shirt in seconds, yanking her bra down. Not bothering to unclip it. Her tits bounced out and her nipples went hard at the cold. She moaned at the feeling.

His wrapped his mouth around her first bud, flickering his tongue over and sucking.

His hand was twisting and pulling her other nipple. Then he switched over to put his mouth on the other one.

His jaw went slack when he felt his orgasms creeping on him.

He tried to cover his moans by sucking her tits even harder.

His body gave up on moving. His hips slowed and came to a stop.

"you want to cum Eddie?"

He nodded against her tits. Sucking the skin above it. Leaving even more hickies.

She gave a twist to his tip and cupped his balls. That sent him over the edge.

"Jesus fuck" he groaned as he spilled himself all over his stomach and her hand.

He was trying to get air into his lungs the best he could.

She cleaned him off with a spare shirt she had in the backseat. He hummed softly at her touch as she pulled him pants back up for him. And tugged her bra over her tits.

"now that was fucking hot." She laughed as she kissed his lips.

He chuckled as he kissed her back.

Softly but passionately.

"do you want to go again? Like fuck this time?" She asked shyly as she twirled his hair around her fingers.

"oh fuck yes."

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DNF Review: Green Witchcraft: Folk Magic, Fairy Lore, and Herb Craft by Ann Moura

Alright ya'll I'm trying my best to go through my PDF witchy books list which just keeps growing and growing. I'm not going to use my typical review format here as...I haven't gotten 30 pages in and I'm putting this down for my own sanity. I dunno where the folk magic...or fairy stuff...or even herbal stuff comes in, and frankly I don't wanna know. This book? RACIST. The first few pages rose my brows a bit, some stereotypical wicca=witchcraft, misinformation on Wicca's orgins, that sorta thing. Then it states that Christian holy places are just...stolen pagan ones? Like Notre Dame is on an ancient pagan site and I have found a whopping 0% information to confirm this "idea". Now for the reasons I DNFed this book and why I am warning people to never EVER read it.

Let's unpack all of this shall well? The Aryan Race Theory was created sometime in the early 1800s by white people to explain why people from India were smart and morally okay. Is that a super simplification? Yup. But that's okay. That's the gist of that theory which was disproven time and time again and then further expanded upon by Nazis. None of that first blurb makes much sense to be, but then again...the author's insistence that everything connects to Norse Paganism in a book that should be...Celtic based...was the first major MAJOR red flag. Then the nail in the proverbial coffin...Eldred Thorsson. It doesn't take a genius or much googling to realize that Thorsson is a major component of the Odinist/"Pure" Norse movement. Which is white supremacy. Full stop. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. I really don't care if this is an "older" witchcraft book. Not being a white supremacist should be the bare minimum even in the 90s. So there you have it. I'm tired and deleting this pdf from my system because I don't even want it to take up any space of mine.

#witchblr #buggy's book reviews #ann moura #Green Witchcraft #tw nazis #tw white supremacy

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Seeing Stars Pt. 2

Characters: Eddie Munson x OFC Star

Summary: A real friendship starts to grow between Star and Eddie as he works to earn her trust. When he gets her alone in her own safe space, he finds a much softer woman than he expected. His good nature pays off as she finally opens up and shares some hard truths about her life before Hawkins. He promises her that she can trust him.

Comment & Reblog to let me know you like it and want more Eddie content!

Part 1 if you missed it!

Warnings/Triggers: Alluding to past abuse, PTSD triggers- being startled very easily. Tarot and witchy stuff. Slow-burning. This chapter is a lot of talking. Character development and that. If you wanted more Eddie interacting and being Eddie with people, you'll enjoy this. That's what I wanted. So I wrote it. :D

Eddie made his way out of the theater to wander the halls. He liked making rounds after school before Hellfire Club. The school felt like a different place when it was empty. A clattering caught his attention, making his way toward the sound and hiding around a corner. There he saw Star trying to carry a canvas that was far too big for her to properly handle. She sighed, puffing her bangs up and examining the size of it propped against the lockers. He heard her muttering but couldn’t make any of it out. Giving herself what seemed to be encouragement, she tried to open the exit door with her ass and back out of the doorway while keeping the canvas off the ground. She failed. Trying her hip, then an outstretched leg to no avail. She took a break, leaning against the open door with her head knocking back into it. She rubbed her face aggressively before dusting off her paint-splattered overalls.

“You want some help?” He finally blew his cover and she was startled. Making a tiny adorable sound as she jumped with wide eyes that immediately turned down with her frown. “Sorry.” He holds out his hands defensively as he approaches her. She could sure be jumpy. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I can’t claim to have not been scared when I just made a noise like a broken Halloween decoration.” She sighed and looked to the canvas.

“Don’t worry, it was cute.” He gave her a warm smile and shook his head. “You stealing this?” He quickly followed up so she wouldn’t get antsy about the compliment.

“No, I’m trying to get it to my car.”

“You weren’t lying about being a painter I see.”

“No. Got the paint water cup poisoning to prove it.” He tilted his head with a wordless question. “Nevermind.” She reached for one side of the large canvas. He hoists up one side and they easily carry it to her car where they approach how to angle it to get it into her back seat.

“Good thing you’ve got this big back seat.” He grunted as he pulled himself out of the back of her car after getting it adjusted.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that.” She stood with her elbow on the top of her car and pushed the back door shut.

“Getting your money's worth out of that good leather? Don’t make them like that anymore.”

“I was making a joke about my ass being huge but yeah I’m also a backseat fucking aficionado.” She speaks with her usual dry delivery and keeps her mouth in an almost smile.

“I will refrain from commenting on any part of that.” He gives her a chuckle.

“Good man.” She gave him a nod.

“What’s this for?”

“I’ve had this idea for a while and the art teacher thinks it might be good for this contest.”

“And you’re taking it home?”

“I can’t… work at school. I’m not… I’m not ME here.” She had a passing look of sadness cross her face.

“Like you have to be someone else.” He nodded in understanding.

“Of course you get it.” She mumbled it to herself. “Yeah, nail on the head, bud. I can’t relax here. Or in public in general. It’s too…. much ya know?”

“I get it. That why you’re always turning people away?”

“Who are you, my shrink?” She snorted.

“Well, I do it too.” He added fast and earnestly. She met his eyes and held the mutual look of understanding and found the genuine vulnerability in his eyes a bit much to handle for too long. “You don’t know who to trust. You don’t feel safe. Easier to keep it at arm's length.”

“Yeah.” Her voice was hushed. “You know you’re like… the only person I really talk to. That sounds pathetic now that I’ve said it out loud, Jesus Christ.” She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“No, man! before I found the club guys I was the same way. Seriously.” He took a step closer but hesitated to touch her. “You just have to find people on the same wavelength.” He spoke with his hands a lot and she liked to watch him explain things when he cared about them. “You’ve been here what? Like 2 weeks? Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can always stop pushing us away and sit with the guys. Or come see a session and see if that’s what you’re into.”

“Dungeons and Dragons are two very cool sounding things.” She mused.

“I can talk to you more about it if you want. Or… about anything really. If you want, I mean. We could talk outside of school.” He was being a bit brave and was reluctant to be proud of himself until he heard her response. “Since you said you can’t be yourself here maybe being able to be yourself with someone new outside of school might help?”

“Are you asking me out?” She asked with no hint of anger or disgust on her face.

“I mean…” he laughed nervously and his face moved into an unsure but still charming expression showing just how big his eyes could be with his raised brows. “I’m not NOT.” He offered with open hands. “I don’t want to be presumptuous here but we get along right?”

“Yeah.” She quickly answered and he felt his muscles relax a tiny bit.

“Then we should hang out outside of school.”

As she does, she lets the silence take hold while she thinks. She twitches then chews her lip and he thinks she’s deciding how to tell him best to fuck off.

“I’ll level with you, Eddie.” She leaned in closer. “It won’t be a date.” She says with far less bite than he expected. “I just got here. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing after I graduate. I’m not looking to complicate things with a boyfriend.” She let herself be honest. For the most part.

“Okay.” He says with a shrug of his shoulders, unphased. “When are you free?” She straightened her posture and gave him her trademark up and down scan.

“You still want to hang out with me?” The way she said it made his chest hurt.

“Yeah?” He chuckled like she was being crazy. “We like the same shit. More importantly, we hate the same shit. Why wouldn’t I want to hang out with you?”

Her mouth went a bit dry. Because I’m not a machine you put nice tokens into and out pops sex when you turn the knobs right? Because a 6 pack, a pizza, and the b-side of Zeppelin 4 weren’t going to get your dick wet? That’s what her brain wanted to say.

He saw the way her eyes flitted back and forth in thought. Man, people had been assholes to her, hadn't they?

She stands straight to gather herself and digs through the various pockets of her overalls to find a pen. Without a word, she grabs his hand and writes her phone number on the back. It was written over the top of a little quickly drawn star.

“Robbie might answer but just ask for me and he won’t give you too much grief.”

“Robbie?”

“My brother.” She explained with a much softer demeanor than he’d seen from her before. He looked to the pen in her hand and held out his.

“You want me to…?”

“Oh! Yeah. Hold on. Put it in my journal because I WILL somehow get it smudged or forget if it’s on my hand.” She shook her head and cracked open the notebook. He caught glimpses of some of her drawings on the one filled page before writing his name and his phone at the top of an empty one. She had plenty of mindless scratches and doodles but some were surprisingly delicate. One of a cat and one of an intricately swirled sun. That’d make a good tattoo, he thought. “Thanks.” She gave him a subtle but almost sweet smile for a moment before shoving the notebook back into her bag in her car seat. “I get my next schedule today so I’ll have to let you know when I get a night off.”

“Oh, you have a job?”

“Yeah. Paint doesn't buy itself.” she chirped. “Since I have school they usually have me work nights but… I’ll let you know. Are there any days better for you than others?”

“Tuesdays shows. There's club nights and band practice. That’s my whole schedule.” he shakes his head, the fluff brushing his cheekbones.

”Busy man, I see. Anytime I shouldn’t? Wouldn’t want to wake up someone and get you grounded or throw you off your game.” She raised her eyebrows playfully.

“Me? Grounded? Yeah, that’s funny. I’m alone all night, so whenever. The only time I won’t pick up is if I’m dead ass asleep.”

“Wouldn’t want to interrupt your beauty sleep.” Another subtle smile with her eyes.

“I need all I can get.” He nodded.

She gives him a smile that turns up the corners of her mouth. He knew she’d had the thought to throw an either flirtatious or devastating line his way but she refrained and simply shook her head no.

“I’ll call you. I need to get this home and get ready for my shift.” She looked at her watch. “Say hi to the boys for me will ya?” She adds with squinted eyes facing the sun as she starts her car.

He gives her a nod and a wave as he walks backward a bit back toward the school. The roar of the muffler on the car was too loud to bother talking over. Her car disappears out of sight and he turns away from the glass doors to go back to the theatre to write down this number before he rubbed it off by accident.

“What the fuck is this?” Eddie’s wrist is grabbed harshly by Gareth who had an incredulous tone in his voice. He sat next to Eddie at the large table where they played D and D.

“It’s nothing!” Eddie yanked his hand away with a scowl.

“That’s a phone number!” Sounds of congratulatory and also mocking oh’s and awe make their way around the group. “Lemme see!”

“I will shove a fistful of dice so far down your throat you’ll have to take a shit to roll damage!” He defends himself with an arm reared back. “You don’t GRAB people man, shit.” He scolds.

“Who’s the lucky lady?” Dustin sing-songs across the table.

“We don’t have Hellfire Club to discuss girls.” Eddie purses his lips and tries to regain his composure.

“Maybe we should.” Another added.

“Okay if not WHO, then how?”

“I told her I wanted to hang out and she gave me her number. It’s not that complicated.”

“THERE'S A STAR!” Gareth shouts having been studying Eddie’s hand while he was preoccupied.

“Star? THE Star??” More than one said.

“Shit.” Eddie sank back into his chair.

“I can never tell if she’s nice or if she’s mean.” Dustin mused.

“It’s like she’s flirting and then she’ll just say something so cold-blooded you wanna rethink your whole existence.”

Eddie laughed at that one. That sounded about right.

“It’s called a dry sense of humor,” Eddie explained. “She actually told me to say hi to you guys.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, she did.” he insisted.

“So she does like us?”

“She called me incorrigible once so I think she does like us.” Dustin grinned, his braces shining.

“What do you think that word means Dustin?” Eddie tilted his head, arms crossed with a smug smirk.

“I thought it meant like really adorable. Like, encourage, and adorable.” He paused and scrunched his nose. “But now I’m second-guessing that.”

“Yeah, that’s not what it means kid, sorry.” Eddie chuckled.

“You just said you didn’t know if she’d ever even sit with us and now you’re going out with her and she’s “saying hi” to us?”

“Must be those satanic rituals paying off for ya Eddie.” One joked.

“It’s not a date. First of all.” He begins.

“Uh-huh”

“Sure.”

“I think… she’s warming up to us.” He holds his hands out to present the idea.

“We do need a healer.” Mike mumbled.

“I can talk to her about it more when we hang out. But by how you’re all reacting to this news I don’t know if I should try to get her anywhere near you.”

“We are men of culture.” Dustin hit his hand on the table. “We can talk to girls. Even mean… pretty ones.”

“Dustin you have culture in the same way a Petri dish does.” Eddie shook his head.

“HEY!” He says defensively. A chuckle moved across the group.

“ALRIGHT.” Eddie clapped his hands together to snap the attention to him. “We have a game to play unless you all want to braid each other’s hair and talk about girls all night.” He leaned forward with his hands on the table. “Or you can save the realm from certain destruction? Cause I can just go home.” He perked up with a straight posture to present the plan with a puffed-out confident chest. “What’ll it be?”

Star sat on her makeshift vanity in her trailer, pulling the rollers out of her hair. She had her music on high and was almost ready to leave.

“Hot date?” she jumped out of her chair at the sound of her brother’s voice. He stood bigger than the doorway, leaning against it, having reached out to switch off the music.

“Christ Robbie.” she groans, moving to put her mirror back the way she’d had it before her knees hit the table.

‘Still jumpy huh?”

“No shit.” she pursed her lipstick-covered lips.

“No need to be all huffy about it, just a question. I just thought coming out here might help with that sort of thing.”

“It has.” she shrugged and grabbed a hairbrush a little too aggressively. “But it’s not the sort of thing that goes away quickly.” her tone was defensive and he sighed, seeing maybe she wasn’t doing as well as he thought she was.

“You’ve been listening to more of that 60’s duwop-y music the past week or two. You only do that when you’re happy.” he points to the boom box on the counter.

“I’ve not… not been… happy I guess. I’ve been feeling better.”

“Have anything to do with this date tonight?”

“It’s not a date.” she shook her head.

“You’re doing your hair and makeup and wearing a dress and it’s not a date. Okay.”

“I don’t get to dress up and go out every weekend here like I did back home. I’ll take any excuse I can get to wear some of my nice stuff.”

“So what’s his name?” he asks with a nod of his head.

“Eddie.” she simply stated.

“The one that called the other day?”

“One in the same.”

“Is that all I get?” he chuckled.

“He’s a repeat like me. He’s nice. He’s the head of the Dungeons and Dragons club at the school.”

“Didn’t take you for someone who’d go for a nerd.”

“Whatever you've pictured in your head that he looks like. That’s not him.”

“So are we talking leather jacket and a bad attitude?”

“It’s like you know me.” she gave him a sarcastic grin. “Add long hair to that list.”

“But he’s nice?” His voice was laced with worry.

“Surprisingly so. Don’t worry.”

“Alright.” he let out a loud sigh. “I’ll stay and meet him then.”

“Ugh. Robbie!” she turned and pouted, a true younger sister stomping her foot move.

“I’ll stay in the damn house then!” he holds his arms up defensively. “I just wanna know what the hell the kid looks like.” he defended himself. Star turned away with a more playful scowl. “Is he cute?” Robbie asks before leaving with wiggling eyebrows.

“Guess you’ll find out in about 15 minutes.” she looked at her watch.

“Do YOU think he’s cute? Because our taste in men is very different.” This makes Star laugh and loosen up, tossing her hand his way.

“Turn the radio back on.” Robbie gives her a stare-down she can feel in the back of her head even after she’s turned. “Okay! Yes! He’s cute!”

“Thank youuuu.” he called out and walked cheerfully back into the house.

- Eddie pulled up, totally unaware of the peeping eyes of Star’s older brother from the window of the house. It was a small two-bedroom, humble in its basic appearance and in need of a paint job. He pulled up to the carport that sat between the house and Star’s airstream trailer. Robbie chuckled as he saw the guy get out and then look back and forth between the house and the trailer, trying to figure out which to go to. Star had been right, he wasn’t at all what he expected. More typical for Star sure, but he looked more like some tough-ass metalhead than a nice nerd.

“Hey!” Star called out, appearing from the small door of the chrome trailer, she closed it behind her and locked it with her overloaded set of keychains that were now being housed in her purse.

“H-hey.” He only stuttered slightly but the sight of her surprised him. A blue dress with a knitted cardigan covering it. She wore the same lace-up boots and cross-body bag she always did. “Well, you-” He had a second to decide how he’d compliment her. “Clean up nice.”

“Thanks.” she took the compliment, that was a good sign. “You too.” He had on fewer layers, just a baseball tee with the Iron Maiden mascot of the same name as him on it and his usual accessories and jeans. “You take a shower for once?” she pointed at him with an entirely serious face.

“Yeah thanks for noticing.” he nodded, hand to his chest. “I’m trying this new thing called soap?” He watched her give him a real smile. It was closed lips but it counted, dammit.

“Oh he’s fancy.” she whistles, coming in closer to give him an exaggerated sniff of his sleeve. She was surprised that he was wearing cologne and smelled lovely. Like musk and clean laundry. “Okay, you actually do smell nice.” She decides to oversell it, shoving her nose into his arm as he laughed. She closed her eyes and felt how soft his shirt was to her face, how solid his arm was underneath it. She stole the small moment to recall later. If there was one thing she missed about being a man, it was the physicality of it.

“Okay you little freak.” then shoved her away and she staggered back with another bigger smile. He’d almost cracked her. “What’ve you got going on?” she stepped back up to him and offered him her wrist. “Okay fire… brimstone… sulfur.” he nodded and mushed his nose into her arm, holding it with both his hands.

“The smells of home.” she bobbed her head, her feathered hair moving about sending another whiff of incense his way. “Better be some hints of amber and white musk in there or I’m gonna be upset my oil didn’t turn out right.”

“Is that what that is? It’s like a-” he didn’t dare say the word sexy although that's what he thought. He was already considering himself lucky with how much playful energy she was giving back to him he wasn’t going to push it. “Head shop full of ladies.”

“That's weirdly accurate.” She nodded in agreement. “Any good? I made it myself.”

“You did? Shit.” he drew out the word to show he was impressed. He gave another playful sniff, his face back to her arm. “It’s real fuckin' good.” his voice went deep and he gave her a dumb laugh for good measure. He rolled his eyes back and she could see his smile lines bold behind the horizon of her arm.

“Maybe making perfume is my calling.”

”It Kinda makes me hungry?” he tilted his head, nose still hovering.

“Hungry?” her face showed her confusion.

“It smells like incense and that makes me think of getting high and then I think about getting the munchies.” he explained and she slowly nodded as he spoke, showing her understanding. He took a risk, he looked her in the eye and acted like he was going to bite her arm. Was it a bit bold? A bit immature? Sure, but he wasn’t going to get her to laugh if he didn’t try.

“No wonder they call you a freak, Eddie.” she finally broke the seal of her smile and showed her teeth, mushing his forehead with an open palm and shoving him away. “If you’re so hungry, let’s go eat!” she kept smiling as she made her way to the passenger side door. “Where are we going anyway?” To her surprise, he opened the van door for her.

“It’s a little place downtown. Cheap but good.” Since they were both barely employed young adults, neither had much money and cheap was good. Date or no date.

“I’ve had the same thing said about me.” she raised a brow and looked resigned to the statement as if it were fact.

“You’ve been undercharging then.” he gave her a spread of his arms in presentation of his statement before shutting the door.

Robbie saw this whole interaction go down, and heard about half of it. He hadn’t seen his little sister act like this with someone since she was young. Ever since she’d started dating she’d lost that playful spark he knew her for. It warmed his heart and gave him a bit of hope. He wasn’t what you’d call an optimist but he was feeling a little less worried.

The familiar space was an odd choice but Star didn’t say anything. She was almost enjoying having the upper hand on him in a way, knowing something he didn’t. He started to catch on when the waitress called her by her first name.

Eddie's eyes shot between the two women but the interaction happened so fast that he let it go in his attempt to not appear as nervous as he was. Star was much better at hiding her nerves than Eddie was.

“So it’s the three older guys in your club that are in your band right?”

“Yeah, drums, guitar, and bass, I’m lead guitar.” He spoke with his hands, rings glinting in the fluorescent lights of the diner.

“You look like it.” She gives a supportive nod.

“Is that good?” He offered a friendly but unsure smile.

“Yeah. In my opinion. But I’m personally a fan of the metal aesthetic”.

“You are?” He leaned forward with his hands clasped together.

“Yeah?” She tilted her head at him.

“This is contradictory because you don’t look like you would.”

“What do I look like I’d like?”

“Patchouli.” he grins and catches her off guard as she snorted out a short-lived laugh.

“Shouldn’t stereotype people but in this instance it’s true.”

“You have this… hippie thing going on. Very 60s 70s rockstar groupie situation. In a good way.”

“I was going for being the rockstar but I’ll take it.”

“And I’m outed as a sexist. Shit.” He raises himself from his seat and acted like he was going to leave before plopping back down in it.

“You look like you’d be good at guitar.”

“I did that on purpose so no one noticed how much I suck.” He grins.

“I don’t think that’s true. I’d say you’re pretty good. Put the time in at least.”

“What makes you say that?”

“These.” She moves to take his hand into two of hers as she taps the callouses on his hands.

“Do you play? Are you like a detective or something? Some plant to spy on the Satan worshippers?” He chuckled and moved his arms around in a conspiracy theorist getting excited sort of way.

“Yes. You caught me.” She smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’ve dated guys who play before.” She admits, returning her hands to her side of the table.

“Insider secrets.” He narrowed his eyes and nodded.

“I’d say they got the Inside-Her secrets. Not me.” She waited for the joke to land and Eddie kept a straight face. “Yeah, I didn’t think that one through before I said it.” She laughed behind two hands placed to her face to show her embarrassment.

“No that was solid!” He finally cracks and grabs her wrists to take them away from her face exposing a full-face smile and blushed cheeks. “If they cheated on you then Inside Her secrets would work even better. You got the Inside Him secrets otherwise. Wait…no.” They both puttered out a laugh and his hands lingered on her wrists, resting on the table. “I mean you could be into that. I don't know.” He holds his hands up defensively, letting hers go.

“You don’t know me well enough to speak on that, Eddie.” She grinned. “Some cheated and I do like it in that context.” She spoke with a pointed finger as if I’m thought

“Oh shit sorry I didn’t think-“

“Nah, Nah.” She shook her hand out and her head, her stack of bracelets clonking together. “Water under the bridge. Don’t worry about it.” He gave her the puppy eyes unintentionally. He did feel bad for bringing it up. “It’s very nice of you to give a shit about it though.”

“I do this thing where, ya know, I talk and I don’t think before I say things and I make an ass of myself.”

“Kindred spirits.” She gave an affirming nod and a small smile. “They all sucked anyway. The only good thing about them was the music.” Her face didn’t read as sad so he believed her.

“You should come to see my band.” He said quickly, he almost blurted it out really. He got so excitable about it that she found it endearing. Much preferred to aloof, detached too cool for school of the ex’s mentioned.

“What night was that again?” She hardened her brow to think. “Tuesday’s! Yeah, I meant to ask for a Tuesday off.”

“Really?” There were those subtle puppy eyes again. “You don’t have to miss work to see my shitty band.” He quickly backtracks.

“No, I’ll trade shifts or ask not to be scheduled that night. It’s not a big deal. I kinda want to see your shitty band, to be honest.”

“You do?” He seemed surprised.

“Well yeah. You clearly love it. I love music. I need to socialize more. And if you are terrible I’ll have plenty of ammo to talk shit. It’s a win-win no matter what for me.”

“I’d like that. We don’t suck.” He added earnestly. “We practice twice a week at least. We've got some originals, some covers.”

“Any groupies?”

“Afraid not.” He grinned. “Our crowds are usually drunk bar regulars.”

“Better than nothing.” She shrugged, not daring to make fun of something he seemed to care so much about. “I’ll be there. I can be a groupie.” She gave a warmer smile. “You have any shirts? I’ll wear one.”

“I made some but-I need to make new ones. You’d really do that?”

“Why the hell not? Might be fun. Or fun for here anyway. I went out a lot back home to go dancing. And there’s nothing here so…” she gave a palm-up shrug.

“Dancing? You?”

“Oh fuck yeah.” He saw her eyes light up now. “I’d get dressed up and go to clubs and dance until I was too drunk or too tired to stand. It was amazing.”

“So you’re into not metal too?”

“If you can shake your ass to it I’m there.” She gave a bigger smile. “You listen to anything, not metal?”

“Not really no.” He scrunches his nose at the idea.

“I’ve got some great stuff. Spans decades, all sorts of genres. You should come over and see if you like any of it sometime.” She wasn’t joking and he felt a bit proud she’d invited him to her place.

“Yeah, I should.” His always earnest answer and smile made her chest ache just a touch and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She didn’t have time to psychoanalyze herself as their meaningful stare was broken.

“Ready to order?” The middle-aged woman answered.

“You know what I want.” Star smiled.

“Wait.” Eddie's eyes turned to small slits. “You’ve been here before?”

“Baby doll she works here.” The older woman grinned. “You not even telling your boyfriend where you work, hun? This one’s full of secrets she won’t give up anything.” Stars shoulder is affectionately shoved.

“You work-“ he scoffs. “You were gonna sit here and just make me have you at your work on a night off?” Stars grin grew wider.

“Give us a minute”. She chuckled to the older woman.

“Didn’t take dumb and cute for your type.” She said quietly with a smile before leaving.

“What the fuck?” Eddie says with a higher pitch and a laugh growing in his chest.

“You didn’t know. You liked the food, it’s not bad! I didn’t want you to have to drive someplace else.”

“Oh come on.” He plops his arms back onto the counter. He let out a sigh and pulled out some bills and threw them on the tabletop. “We’re going somewhere else I’m not making you come to work on your night off.” He started scooting out of the booth. She followed suit. “You were just gonna let me-.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment but was still chuckling about it. “C’mon you jerk.” He motioned before moving to grab her wrist to pull her behind him.

She’d been getting her purse back over her shoulder and was caught off guard. She immediately stiffened and stepped back, roughly yanking her arm out of Eddie’s grasp. He froze just like she did and found her rapidly blinking and looking a bit scared.

“Star you okay? Did I grab you too hard? I’m sorry I wasn’t trying to make you-“ it all came tumbling out and she felt the eyes of the people in the diner on her.

“No, you’re fine. It’s fine. I was just, I got startled.” She shook her head and her voice was quieter than usual with no boisterous attitude behind it. “Let’s go.” She says quickly shrugging her bag up on her shoulder and pulling her cardigan over herself tighter. With her face looking to the ground Eddie looked to his hand then her and then scanned the room to see people watching him.

“Star?” He asked following her out. To have such shorter legs than him she sure could walk fast. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I’m- you-“ she stopped and sighed. “I get jumpy sometimes. If someone touches me and I don’t expect it it gets me all-“ she moved her hands into misfigured fists on her stomach. “It makes me panic.” She finally got out. She didn’t know if it was embarrassment or sharing this with him at all that made it so hard to say.

“I won’t do it again. Promise. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to scare you.“

“I know you didn’t.” She offered a tight but real smile. “It’s okay, really. I do get more easily upset when I’m hungry though so if we could figure that out?” She asked without her usual eye contact.

“Yeah! Let’s, get in and figure that out.” He suggested as he opened and shut her door.

It passed quickly. She didn’t feel unsafe around Eddie for some reason. It had been a little too easy to trust him. They agreed on eating at a drive-in and she started feeling a lot better. After more conversation, she’d extended the offer to come over to her place tonight. He asked if she was sure twice and she insisted. She said she’d feel more relaxed there and that’s what she was trying to do with him. So he went along with it.

“Thanks again for driving.” She said to cut the silence while she dug for her keys. ”After I bought supplies I am broke as a joke.”

“Don’t mention it. You can chauffeur me around next time.”

“Deal.” She says as she cracks her door open. She moves in the space in the dark effortlessly, only a street lamp outside providing any light to the area. It was September and it was already showing by how it was getting darker earlier.

“Did you know you live pretty close to my place?” He stayed outside the door while she turned on a lamp. He studied the field by her house and the woods surrounding it on three sides with a road on the front side. She was fairly isolated living outside of town but not as far out as Eddie did in the trailer park. The house was older and it came with a nice chunk of land, a few acres at least. This meant no houses close by, which gave a newfound space and privacy Atar had never known having lived in cities her whole life. She was adjusting but the excitement of growing her own things had led her to create a tiny bed greenhouse to try her hand at gardening. This theme carried into the trailer as Eddie sook found out, his head turning to the warm-toned flow coming from within. He entered and shut the door.

“Holy shit.” He said quietly, big eyes taking in his surroundings. Something was covering almost every bare space, similar to his room but this looked far more cozy and purposeful. It was an earth-toned haven. Herbs in labeled pots sat on makeshift shelves in front of every window and plants that grew like ivy and hung like banners sat atop a wrap-around shelf near the top of the wall. With its dark wood panel walls, it was easy to tell the place wasn’t new. A very comfortable-looking bed sat at one end, working into the kitchen space, to a bathroom to a storage section. She clicked a lamp on a nearby counter that had beads hanging off the lamp shade's tassels. Paisley and knit were rampant. Pillows and blankets and plush surfaces were everywhere. It suited her and looked so soft and warm, the opposite of the sort of energy he’d picked up on at school.

“That a good holy shit or a bad one?” She asked, turning on another set of lamps to fully illuminate the space. She ended with a small one by the nest of a bed at the end of the trailer.

“Good. There’s so much to look at.” Astrology posters, paintings, and ripped-out images of everything from musician crushes to plants were littered in the bare spaces of the wall. “Reminds me of my room.”

“Cozy is what I strive for.” She shook an incense stick, swirling the lit end to smoke, and put it into the simple wooden holder.

“Man, that stuff smells good.”

“Dragons Blood.” She beamed.

“That’s such a metal name.” He chuckled.

“It’s good for grounding.” She casually added. “I like to light it after I get back home.”

“That’s why you smell good.” He said aloud before he thought it through. “The incense.” He pointed as she raised her head in a speechless question.

“I burn it all the time. At this point, my sweat probably smells like it. Soaked into my skin.” She began taking her shoes off and placing them somewhere out of sight. She put her bag on the small kitchen table and unbuttoned her cardigan to complete her get comfortable once she was home routine. “C’mon and have a seat” she nodded her head toward the bed. “It’s the best in the house.” She moved to the stove, small and jammed in the countertop space area. “Want any tea?” She asked while she focused on the task at hand.

“Tea? Never really bad it.” He muses.

“I’ll make a little extra.” She says mostly to herself. After filling a darling little yellow teapot she pulled an ashtray out of a breadless bread box. “Mind if I?” She nodded, grabbing a box of matches with the joint between her lips.

“It’s your house.” He motions with his hands at her as he hesitantly looks at the bed. He sees a messy stack of illustrated cards on the table beside it. His focus was immediately shifted as he picked them up to study them. “Are these those…” he snaps his fingers a few times on one hand to jar his memory. “Tarot cards, right?”

“Mmm Hmm.” her voice was soft and distracted.

“You do that?” He sounded highly invested.

“Yeah.” She smiled and sat down at her kitchenette table. “I’m… well, a witch. I do tarot and candles, crystals and herbs, and all that sort of thing.”

“And incense.”

“And incense.” She smiled.

“Can you like… read my cards? Is that a thing? I’ve always thought that shirt was interesting.”

“Sure.” She pats the table in front of her and stumbles the short distance to slide into the opposite bench. “What do you wanna know?” She shuffled the well-loved deck. The edges were soft and worn, the images fading on some of the cards.

“I don’t know how it works.” He admits with wide eyes watching her hands work. “I bet you’re good at poker.” His high brain blurts out and she snickers.

“Not as good at poker but I can shuffle the shit out of them.” She kept shuffling as she looked at him. “You can ask it as specific or vague as you want. It’s not an exact yes or no thing. It’ll give you a general outlook.”

“Okay… uh, how’s the rest of the year gonna go?” He asked if that would work with his unsure face and she nodded. Her face was so pleasant, not mad, relaxed. Anyone that didn’t know her would’ve thought she looked angry but Eddie knew better.

“We’ll do a three-card spread.” She started shuffling faster. “How’s the rest of 1985 gonna go for Eddie? What’s coming his way? Anything he should know about? What's he going to be up to?” He looked around wondering who she was talking to.

“Three of Cups. Ten of Cups. The Devil.” She announces them as she draws them.

“The devil? Fuck yeah.” He sticks his tongue out excitedly, moving to put his weight on his arms and looking at the cards like an eager kid. “Unless that means I’m gonna die or something.”

“Yeah, that’s what it means.”

“WHAT?” He declares loudly and she bursts into laughter.

“It doesn’t work like that.” She shook with laughter at the shock on his face. “That’s not what it means.” She extended her hand to place it on top of his. “You’re fine. It's not bad.” She sighed loudly and wiped her eyes. “Your face though.”

“You can’t treat a man like that Star.” He retorted with a big smile but a louder gruffer voice.

“Even if you pulled the death card that doesn’t mean you’re gonna die. You don’t get a card that’s gonna tell you things like that. Don’t worry.”

“That’s important to know. So what’s this saying? Cups? The devil? Am I going to a rager with Satan?”

She tilted her head and made a thinning sound. “That’s kinda accurate.” His eyebrows perked up. “Three of cups is saying to celebrate, to have a good time with those closest to you. They’re all having a good time around a feast see? It’s a sign to spend time with your friends and loved ones, enjoy them and feel the support and community they offer.”

“That sounds good.” He sounded relieved.

“It’s a nice one. Ten of Cups is even better.” See sees him bouncing a little in his seat in excitement. “It’s…” she paused and exhaled a laugh and if Eddie hadn’t been there she might’ve had a few choice words for the guides. “There’s a couple you see, they’re in each other’s arms and happy and the kids are there and everything is green and pretty and there’s a rainbow. It’s a sign of happiness and stability, the end of hardships. It’s emotional fulfillment. It’s an ideal state where you get everything you ever wanted.”

“You’re lying.” He deflects, now suspicious.

“No, I wouldn’t lie about the cards. They’ll tell the truth whether you want it or not.”

He saw her keep her eyes to the cards and he found no sarcasm in her voice. It seemed he found something she took seriously.

“The Devil you can interpret a few ways but it’s about… hedonism.”

“Fuck yeah.” He mutters.

“Hedonism isn’t without its consequences though.” She warned. “It’s about things like lust and pleasure and materialism. But you see, the people aren’t happy. They’re slaves to it. There’s the dark side of selfishness and obsession with all the good things. It’s about having a good time but also being sure it doesn’t go bad. It’s a warning of sorts. Make sure you don’t lose yourself amid hedonism but also remind you you do have control. It’s not saying all good things turn bad. But they could if you don’t keep yourself in check.

“The devil is a complicated man.”

“That he is.” She nodded with pursed lips and wondered if she was being played. Did she pull cards for him or her? She wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t want to have him ask questions.

“So have a good time. Enjoy those closest to you, it’s a good period of happiness and feel amazing and be more than you hoped for but be sure not to lose yourself in it.”

“That’s pretty wise.” He nodded. “This is cool as fuck.” He looked up at her and her face was contemplative. “Do you do this a lot?”

“For myself yeah, for others? Not so much.”

“You know how to make a boy feel special.” He grinned.

“Most people don’t want to hear what they have to say.” She began putting the cards away.

“What do yours say?”

“We don’t want to get into that.” She snorted out a laugh. “I’ve had this deck for a long time and we know each other. Like old friends. And like old friends it fucks with me sometimes. It’s always telling me things I don’t wanna hear. Like a friend calling you on your shit.”

“I won’t pretend to know what the hell you’re talking about but I’m super interested.”

“You can teach me about D and D and I can teach you about my practice.” She proposed, putting the cards back into a box.

“I’d like that.”

“That’s the plan. Party with the party and do witchcraft.” She stood and moved a curtain to show stacks of milk crates to the ceiling and a small sound system standing tall next to it. She put the cards into a wooden box that looked to have some crystals in it. “But now I think we should start with why I really brought you here.” She snapped some knobs and grabbed a large square box.

He slowly turned in the seat and stood, following his curiosity to see what she was doing. He stood over her a good 6 inches taller. He stood behind her and looked her over. “Why’d you really bring me here?” His voice startled her but she didn’t jump. The smooth deepness of it caught her off guard, blinking as she turned and bumped into his chest.

“The music?” Her voice sounded small and inflected upward to show her question of his sudden change in demeanor. “At the diner, I said I wanted to show you some stuff.”

“Oh. Right.” He raises his head, no longer angled down towards her, breaking eye contact to perk back up and make his way back to the bed.

She sat with a large organizer of cassettes as she started to explain her system for storing them.

“All those in that stack are like these, filled up with the labels. You can tell what year or genre they are by the labels on the side.”

“How do you have so many?”

“I stole most of them.” She chuckled.

“Seriously?”

“Afraid so. Easy to swipe one in a busy place if you know what you’re doing.”

“Didn’t take you for a criminal, Star.”

“Really? Do I not just scream teenage rebellion?” She made fun of herself, a hand mockingly to her chest.

“No, you have a don't fuck with me vibe. Very different.” He wags his finger. He could tell she was inquiring further by her raised brows. “Teenage rebellion? It’s petty. It’s not always for a reason. Don’t fuck with me says you’ve gone through some shit and you’re tired of everyone fucking you over. So you want them to just, ya know, fuck off.”

She opens her mouth then closes it and he leans his head in closer to hers. The thought crossed his mind to apologize when he saw the contemplation in her eyes.

“You’re a lot smarter than anyone gives you credit for.” Her face wasn’t smirking and only a soft voice with none of her signature dry humor in it came out and punched him in the chest with the praise. He laughed quietly out of nervousness and not knowing how to react to the nice version of her.

“And you’re a lot nicer than anyone realizes.”

“I can’t hide anything from you can I?” She felt exposed but not in a negative way. She felt seen. “I’m afraid you’re terribly intuitive.” She lets out a sigh. “I’m not mean. Not really. Like you said, you get tired of getting fucked over. When I feel like I can trust someone then that’s when the real me comes out. I learned I can’t give the real me to everyone. They don’t deserve it.” She spoke so poignantly. Eddie saw her at that moment. He saw someone trying to figure it out. Just like he was. She picked at the hem of her sweater as she spoke, he hadn’t realized how small she could be until that moment.

“I know it doesn’t mean shit to say it but, you can trust me.” He reaches out to put his hand on her thigh, giving her reason to meet his face. Her eyes were open and honest and he was swearing himself to keeping them that way. “I understand what you’re talking about. I do. You get hurt so many times you build up scars and you close off yourself. It’s like any other animal trying to protect itself. You put up a defense. It’s just a survival instinct.”

“What’s odd is that I believe you.” She admitted, waiting a moment before putting her hand over his. “My intuition tells me you’re safe. And I’m always inclined to listen to her.”

“What did your cards have to say?” he offered a closed-mouth smile for reassurance.

“I did ask them.” she smiled then, retreating her hand and looking to the direction of the cards. Which also happened to be where her altar was. “They told me to trust you too.”

“That’s a good sign, right?”

“Yes, very.” she nodded in agreement, her eyes glazing and looking far away for a moment. “But-” she cleared her throat and manually relaxed her shoulders. “It’s hard for me to. I don’t have the best track record with men. In any sort of way. Romantic, friends, enemies, it’s not been good.” she found a way to grit out and he felt blessed she was sharing anything with him about herself.

“And for some reason, you wanted to be friends with one that looked scary?” he gave her a comforting smile.

“You’re not scary, Eddie.” she chuckled softly and looked his way again, a pat on his arm. “I can read people well enough to be able to tell if someone is dangerous or not.”

“Yeah. Those hard lessons fucking suck to learn don’t they?” he showed her he understood her experience.

The teapot shrieking interrupts them and they both jump.

“They do.” she switches modes, eyes a bit clearer as she goes through the motions of making her tea. “I don’t mean to bring you over here and dump all this on you. I’m sorry.” she pressed her lips.

“No, it’s fine really. You’ve not dumped anything on me We’re just talking.” he assures her.

“I think I just...” her face winced and she took her time before raising to take a sip of tea. “I needed someone that… gets it. Ya know? Well yeah, you do because I’m talking about you.” she gives a short-lived crooked smile and hums into another big sip. “I’ve just come out of a bad chapter of my life and I left everyone behind and I didn’t realize how lonely it’d be. When you’re in the bad shit you just want out. You don’t think about after.”

“Survival mode.” he nods.

“Right. No one tells you that trying to be a better person and cutting out the bad in your life is so fucking lonely.” her shoulders slumped and she let all her weight rest on her hip against the counter.

“That’s the fucking truth.” he puts his elbows against his knees. “In middle school I did that. I’d been trying to stay friends with these kids I’d grown up with. We knew each other's secrets and watched everyone around us change and I saw that everyone around me was so full of shit. I was trying to figure myself out, hell, we all were. I was so preoccupied with this new version of myself that I didn't notice I was being pushed out. And I kept on trying to connect with them but… they didn’t give a shit. Kids, ya know? Selfish.” he shook his head and sighed. “So I stopped trying. They slowly faded away in the rear view mirror while I drove this new version of me ahead. I had the music, the guitar, and this newfound lease on my life and I cut them out. It wasn’t until that last year I found other people like me, that freshman year was a new start. Now people you used to go crying to are people that hate you. It’s lonely as hell, man. Everything is harder when you’re alone.”

She moved to stand close to him, still hunched over on the bed. “That’s why you care about those kids in your club.” she mused.

“Yeah the little shits.” he huffed out a laugh. “I don’t want to say I saw that you were lonely, because that isn’t it. I saw a lot of myself. And I know if I’d been you, new and alone that I’d want someone that might be able to help make it a little easier.” She unexpectedly held out a hand to him. With curious eyes, he put his own into it.

“You are making it easier.” her voice was almost a whisper. “Two of cups right?” she smiled at him and squeezed his hand before releasing it.

“The cards never lie.” he gave her a bright charming smile and clasped his hands together. She wished she could convey exactly what all that entailed. But knew she couldn’t.

“No they do not.” she smiled knowingly.

Part 3

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Winx Club headcanons

Specifically season 1&2 girls.

Bloom

A awkward teenager at first, not much from cannon is changed. Eventually she grows into her more confident princess status. The major change is that she is energetic as heck, possibly due to neurodivergency, she's always doing something and often infodumps topics she likes on anyone willing to listen.

Sexuality - unlabeled / queer

Gender - feminine but still queer, She/Her/Spark/Sparks

She is also polyamorous.

Later in her early adulthood after a couple of years trying out her luck with him she decides to just be friends with Sky and has a queerplatonic (w/benefits) relationship with Stella instead.

Stella

The token IT girl, all attention is on her wherever she goes. At the start of Alfea she doesn't exactly know how to properly make friends or how to fit in due to being previously homeschooled, but she quickly adapts and learns, being a social butterfly helps her with learning what it's like to have friends. She loves gossip and most definitely has neurodivergency or a learning disability of some sort. She also has a prosthetic leg (up to her thigh) due to a childhood accident that made her afraid of heights. She is albino but is naturally resilient against UV radiation.

Sexuality - bisexual

Gender - cisgender, She/Her

She is also polyamorous.

Later in her early adulthood she and Brandon get engaged, but Brandon is also perfectly okay with Bloom tagging along despite not being in a relationship with her.

Flora

The most feminine girly-girl in the group, her mother was a witch so she has some "witchy" abilities. She is also vegan and herbivorous. She comes from a relatively poor family and studied in Linphea College low-income division. Consequently she grew up with a certain resilience and frugality. Now after fighting tooth and nail to get into Alphea, she uses half of her Alphea stipend to pay for Mieles education so that her sister doesn't have as much of a difficult time with her education as she did. She is still the mom of the group, a follower of rules and very spiritual. She is neurotypical, and most definitely latina, heavily freckled and plus size.

Sexuality - Heterosexual

Gender - Cisgender, She/Her

She is monogamous and values loyalty to her partner, she also dislikes hurrying with relationships.

Later in life in her early adulthood she starts planning on settling down with Helia, she appreciates that Helia respects her not wanting to hurry their relationship. She finds much more enjoyment in a relationship by taking things slowly.

Musa

Our resident spunky party girl, a jokester that will bite back if you make fun of her short height. She is much smaller than the rest of the girls. Ironically she is introverted just like Techna, but she doesn't let that deter her from socialisation. She is the most low-income girl in the group, the only reason why she was admitted to Alfea was because her previous special education school noticed that her fairy magic was developing much faster than her peers and that she needed experienced mentors to help her learn how to control her magic before it could go awry and seriously harm her. She also likes dark magic... for some reason that would not be known untill much MUCH later in her life. She possibly has either or both anxiety and PTSD, and she is definitely neurodivergent. And it's not news that she is Asian, specifically Chinese.

Sexuality - pansexual

Gender - cisgender, demiboy, She/Her/He/Him, tomboy

She is the one who is most likely to not be serious about settling down with anyone, she generally dislikes the idea of choosing a parner for the rest of her life.

Later in her early adulthood she becomes Aishas "roommate", wink wink nudge nudge.

Tecna

The most introverted of the group, a total homebody. She largely does her own thing, she studies a majority of her lessons in Alfea online, only coming out to lessons that require physical involvement. It is very logical and can be quite insensitive at times, it also has difficulty understanding sarcasm and humor. Although being very stoic and not understanding emotions she still gets upset from being misgendered, overwhelmed or generaly hurt in anyway. It either has autism, ADHD or both. Tecna is nonverbal most of the time and can use both the sign languages of Zenith and the common English, she also incorporates technology to help her have a voice whenever she can't speak and the other person doesn't know sign language, she can't lip read as faces scare her. It is mixed race but appears as caucasian, she is also a descendant of a extinct pixie species only native to Zenith. Except for its head and upper torso nearly 40% of its body is replaced with cyborg parts that she maintains by herself. Much like all other people on Zenith Tecna has a high tolerance for cold temperatures but has more difficulty in warm temperatures.

Sexuality - aroace

Gender - agender, possibly also transgender, She/Her/It/It's/use her name/don't refer to her

Even simply friendship is a difficult concept for her, she doesn't mind romance or trying it out but any close relationships die out as quickly as they come, except for the Winx group and Timmy. It also eventually figures out enough about romance to be wildly protective of Musa against Riven and understands Aishas sadness about Nabu.

Later in early adulthood Tecna lives with Musa and Aisha in a separate room where it can spend multiple days just doing whatever technology or programing stuff, and if she feels like it then she chats with Timmy, though more than likely they would just have a gaming session instead of having any conversation, though she doesn't mind just listening to him talk.

Aisha

A sporty gym girl, she has also trained in some close combat fighting styles and incorporates this knowledge in her fairy-form battles. But most of her physical aptitude comes from more than excellent swimming capability. This has resulted in her being incredibly muscular at early age. Being a princess just like Stella and Bloom she can also be considered as the most diplomatic of the group and despite not exactly liking being a princess she understands her position well and knows her place on the grand scheme of things. She takes her princess status surprisingly seriously, caring immensely about her people. She is a siren descendant and has gills and retractable razor sharp claws. She also has fought some sea monsters native to Andros and is immensely proud of the scars gained in these battles. She is black but it must be remembered that on Andros being black is considered as Earths Albino, except on Andros these people are treated like royalty or just high status for their rarity.

Sexuality - Bisexual

Gender - Cisgender She/Her, intersex

She dislikes the concept of arranged marriages and plans to abolish this rule when she eventually gains reign on Andros.

In early adulthood she was engaged to Nabu and was halfway done with marriage planning when tragedy struck and Nabu fell into a coma with a high possibility of never waking up. Eventually after living with Musa for several years she gained some feelings for the smaller woman and started a queer relationship with her, not wanting to try settling down seriously with anyone as her heart is forever loyal to Nabu.

#winx club headcanons #non cannon #YushoxStuff

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hearteyes-wheeler · 10 months

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"Rb if you want all the hcs people have about you in your inbox"

hi! we also met pretty recently, so, once again, these probably won't be very accurate but hopefully you enjoy them anyway.

i feel like you would be the type of friend to stop in the middle of the hallway if your friend had to tie their shoe. like you would wait with them. idk that's super weirdly specific but. yeah.

i feel like you really like nail polish, maybe. especially black or purple (?)

i actually don't know if this one is true but you seem like you would be really good at writing, idk why

i genuinely mean this in the nicest way possible but i feel like your music taste might be "sad boy guitar music." idk.

you might prefer cats over dogs

you give off really witchy vibes. like if you could go to a fictional world i feel like it would be toh

you give off "mom friend" energy

you're probably the eldest child

these are probably completely wrong but i hope you enjoyed <3

HI!!!!! 🫶🏼

i definitely am that friend and i have done that before lol i will even tie my friends shoes for them

I DO i actually have my nails painted black right now lol i haven't done purple in a while but yeah it's usually black, red, or purple <3 my favs

i really wish i was good at writing omg i think i'm only good at coming up with ideas, but not actually writing them down :(( i've tried before, it didn't go well lol

sad boy guitar music is very accurate 😭😭 i mostly listen to metal but metal can be sad boy guitar music too, right?

i'm so glad i give off witchy vibes omg that's what i strive for and i would LOVE to go to the boiling isles/the toh world in general

mom friend as in friend that's friends with moms or friend that is the mom of the friend group? i can probably be both sometimes lol

and i am definitely the eldest child lol

these are all very accurate, thank you for the ask!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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travelingneuritis · 6 months

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Hi! For the questions for fic writers posts, let's say 7, 15, and 29

I'll specify Now Entering Incognito Mode! For 29, though I'd also happily accept that answered for any of your MDZS fics :)

hiiiiii!! thanks for asking :)) strap in it's RAMBLIN' TIME

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

when the sun goes out is probably the strongest worldbuilding i've ever done, not despite but because it's a near-future setting that is meant to be recognizably similar to the world we live in now, and which also spans enough years that some generational shift must be accounted for in the worldbuilding as well. it took a lot of time and effort getting the balance right so that the magic felt real but also still felt magical, and also so that the reader became comfortable making assumptions about what was possible and likely in that world, but didn't feel betrayed when those assumptions were upended for dramatic effect. i'm really happy with that setting and it was both the culmination of a lot of ideas present in earlier fics, and the seed of some later worldbuilding that pushed those ideas further

also a place upon the mountain, my legend of zelda: breath of the wild fic from a few years back, where i got to 1. flesh out and scale up an already beautifully-developed Hyrule and 2. work in some sheikah backstory headcanon material. (that's also one of the few ao3 fics i ever got a snippy comment on, ironically enough about the worldbuilding, but i think maybe it just wasn't the fic for that particular commenter) (we shan't talk about my old ff dot net account. I got hate on there constantly lol)

15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?

in imitation of life, i've always loved the traditional themes of sci fi and often incorporate them to some degree in my canon-setting or modern AUs, but i also super duper love the classic trappings of sci fi. (also, i think MXTX stories in general lend themselves to sci fi settings, just on account of how much she fixates on What It Means To Be Human and Who Deserves Redemption and Is All This Really Worth All That and Does Having Easy Access To Everything Your Heart Could Ever Desire Actually Make You A Better Person, Or, Like, Even Happy At All? Which is. you know. textbook sci fi stuff)

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for Now Entering Incognito Mode!? Explain your choices if you want!

ok ok ok so this is hard because i don't usually have playlists for fics or even really for characters-- whatever i'm listening to a lot of at the time will kind of be the de-facto soundtrack but i'm not necessarily seeking out music to Build The Vibe. but i still wanna answer this, so i just dug through my listen history for the months i was writing it and.... huh. my subconscious was really onto something

This City Is A Graveyard, Baby Storme - SQQ's upbeat, poppy, catchy inner monologue about the unlivable hellscape that is a world without LBH Wild World, Cat Stevens - LBH doesn't resent SQQ for casting him off, he just thinks maybe SQQ didn't think this through all the way! and maybe SQQ will come to regret it! but like, all the best, Shizun! I'm sure you'll be super happy without me :) :) :) Are You That Somebody, Aaliyah - LBH has a sexy, sharp-nailed plan of seduction and closure Give Me One Reason, Tracy Chapman - new plan LBH just wants a hug now B-A-B-Y, Carla Thomas - "I live for you and can't help it/You know I really don't want to help it" like. COME ON Witchi-Tai-To, Brewer and Shipley - LBH's joyous inner rhapsody when he finally gets his dick wet Psycho, Red Velvet - SQQ's inner monologue when he finally gets his dick wet

i bet if i thought about it AT ALL i could come up with some better bingqiu playlists but tbh the one i came up with accidentally by just being in the mood for this handful of songs....... doesn't NOT work???

#ask meme #writing #pretty sure i initially saw 'Psycho' referenced in an x_los BingQiu fic so i can't give my subconscious credit for that one.#x_los was right btw. Psycho is SO bingqiu. you agree

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Chia, Jasmine, Nutmeg for the "get to know me" ask game!

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

Hm, what's an inside joke that wouldn't be too difficult to explain... lol.

Sometimes when we answer the phone with each other, my husband and I answer it thusly: "Moshi moshi? KAA-BI DESU"

Inspired by this dialogue from a Kirby radio CD (this animation is the best too): https://youtu.be/jSD3vrR2HxI

Naturally this only works when we're NOT answering the phone in a populated area. Well, at least not if we don't want a lot of strange looks...

We... reference stuff a lot. xD

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

To be honest, I rarely watch movies over and over anyway... you're lucky you can get me to sit down long enough for one. My attention span is... fickle.

But! I guess I would say Avengers: Infinity War and Avengers: Endgame. Specifically because I was sooooo excited to see these movies and really loved being there in theaters experiencing it for the first time. I am, indeed, a MCU fangirl (though only for phase 1--I have no real plans to continue keeping up with it going forward), and the MCU movies genuinely are what sparked my interest and liking of superheroes. Prior to that, I was extremely lukewarm on superheroes and really didn't care for the genre at all.

And while I think the last two Avengers movies were incredibly meaningful experiences to me, and I truly enjoyed them and how they wrapped up the main story (more or less), I would never watch them again because it wouldn't have the same impact. If I were to watch them again I'd just be nitpicking all the dumb plot details, thus ruining my happy memories of them. ^^;

I can reflect on that period happily, because I did genuinely have a lot of fun memories sharing the movies with my husband and my family. I don't think the MCU can be the same for me going forward (I'm not super big on multiverse stuff, especially with THAT many characters and worlds), but it still has a fond place in my heart. :)

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

I don't really feel like I do, but I think I try, at least? When I was growing up, my family never really... decorated the house all that much. My mom made efforts to, but because we were a military family, we never stayed in one place for more than 3-4 years at a time, and we weren't allowed to damage or alter things too drastically in our rentals/base housing, so... decorating was kind of temporary and minimal? So I never had a great sense of decorating, and the idea of even hammering a nail in a wall is shocking to me.

Ever since we bought our own house, though, we've been making efforts! Our whole downstairs is mostly modernist style, with various quirky pictures on the walls (so far we have a coffee picture, a giant framed picture of a chicken with a bowler hat signed by Alton Brown, and a portrait of a ghost painted by my brother-in-law).

The library has more darker colors in the furniture, and eventually I want to slap more stuff on the wall to make it feel closer to that scholarly, library type setting. (Not TOO stiff and formal, though... I do like to relax in there; it's the quietest room in the house!)

The computer lab is full of gamer/nerdy stuff. It's also sort of a mess. Eventually I want to put decals on the wall behind my computer to spice things up.

Our bedroom is... kinda trying to be boudoir in theme, though I'm not sure if the furniture quite matches that vibe. I guess the color helps me pretend it's more antique, and all the other decor in the room helps lend itself to that, lol. xD My altar lends itself to the decor somehow, and I do end up feeling more witchy whenever I do stuff there. Somehow.

I guess it was pretty magical, the way we crammed the bed from IKEA into my tiny hatchback and managed to get it home...

...

Haha, I guess I ended up rambling a lot, but... thank you for the ask! It was a lot of fun! ^^

#my asks #personal

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