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tears-of-amber · 9 months

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Hearth & Home Witchcraft That I've Learned

One of the biggest things that stands out to me when reading about hearth & home witchery is that everyday items are considered magical. Everyday moments, tasks, and chores as well. Its a beautiful way to live, if you really think about it. Big rituals are great, but as someone who is disabled, they rarely are doable. Here is a list of Hearth & Home Witchcraft Tips that i actually practice.

-Enchant a blanket by embroidering a sigil in the corner and using its color correspondences for your needs. It also helps me feel shielded from negative energy during meditation.

-Play music that makes you feel safe and AT HOME. This is almost like grounding, but also can be cleansing to the environment and especially the listeners. For me, its smooth jazz. The chill sound of the standup bass and the wandering piano notes that always seem to find their way to a comfortable key... its soothing to my soul.

-Talk to and about your home (kindly). So often its easy to complain about your living space. How you wish it looked or functioned differently. The house (in my belief) hears you. Treat it with kindness and gratitude for the shelter it provides. I say thank you to the house spirits and my home every morning.

-Find a convenient home protection ritual to do each month. I say convenient because if you overcomplicate things you'll feel less enthusiastic and less motivated to do it, and might even skip several months.

-Make a home cleansing spray using essential oils mixed with an appropriate amount of moon water. I like using a few drops of lemon, rosemary, lavender, and cinnamon. DO NOT spray this in the vicinity of your pets. I only use this spray in rooms where there arent any animals, to avoid complications with their health.

-Wash your bedding as often as you can and say a short incantation before you put it in the wash. It could go something like this. "I cleanse this bedding of all negative energy, from bad dreams, and from and all stress." Sleep is so important to your sense of safety and wellbeing at home.

-Open the damn windows when you can! Stagnant energy is known for dragging down people's moods. And there's nothing quite as uplifting as fresh air. This provides a healthy flow to your house's energy.

-Don't bring things in your home unless you want to incorporate their energy into your environment. This is something that's often overlooked. I especially advise heavy consideration when it comes to thrifting items and bringing them home. Try practicing sensing the energy of items so you can easily tell whats good to bring home and whats not. Thrifting is great! Im not discouraging it btw.

-Fresh flowers work miracles. Not only do they aesthetically brighten the room, but their correspondences and magical properties apply to the room that they're in. Sunflowers are a great example of a flower that encourages positivity, and are extremely affordable to get lots of them. Roses are a bit more expensive usually, but they invite that loving vibe. And African irises are great for psychic enhancement.

Thats all for this post! Reblog it if you found it helpful, or have any of your own cool practices for hearth & home witchcraft to share!

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aboyscriminalrecord · 8 days

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Just gonna drop some of my alastor ideas 🙏 some I’m gonna draw, some are just random ass ideas so feel free to use lmao

Alastor biting y/n in his sleep, like- idk man sinking his teeth into you is so soothing for him, not so much you since you’ve woken up almost screaming like 7 different times because his teeth as so sharp, but yk

Shapeshifter!y/n who shapeshifts into smth like a hellhound/dog, sneaks behind alastor while he’s sitting on the couch and just goes “woof :3” and chases him around because hehe funny

Alastor playing piano while y/n sings, idk I see him as the kind of man to love music, I mean bro has a radio show. Your voice is heaven to him (and his voice is to you to)

Tentacles. idk he should use them more 🤷‍♂️ ur misbehaving? Whoops you’re tied in his tentacles no more moving for you. You are leaving when he doesn’t want you to? Ur getting dragged back by his tentacles. Etc etc 🤭

I need more Rosie and alastor in my soul. More alastor x y/n x Rosie pleasepleaseplease

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upsidedownwithsteve · 1 year

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shy!reader first slow dance being in the fridge light with steve bc shes too nervous to dance in public :’((

It was easier when there wasn’t anyone else there. No prying eyes, judging looks. The music was soft and sweet, the crackle and pop of the record player soothing something inside of your soul and it took the anxiety of it all away.

You hadn’t meant to hurt Steve’s feelings when you shook your head and squirmed when he asked you to dance. You wanted to dance, especially with him, but the bar was crowded, the makeshift dance floor less so and you could already see the way onlookers were staring at the way Eddie was swinging Robin around it.

They weren’t rude about it. They weren’t whispering, or gossiping. They were just looking. But that was bad enough.

But Steve saw the way your eyes flashed with something that looked like regret. But he soothed the furrow between your brow with a soft finger and a knowing look. He sat back down beside you and drank his beer with you tucked into his side, his lips at your hairline in between conversation with Jonathan, a quiet affection that made your racing heart a little softer.

He came out of the shower the next night to find you in the kitchen, record player on, a buzzing static between piano and guitar. The tap was running, lemon scented bubbles filling the sink, the refrigerator left open as you forgot about dinner, swaying on the tiles instead, pasta pot simmering on the stove. The light came out of the open door in a warm glow, your own personal spotlight.

The boy watched from the shadows by the doorframe, hair still damp and messy, sweatpants low, shirt threadbare. Soft. Sleep ready.

His smile was even nicer, even lovelier as he let his eyes settle on you. His shy girl who had no problem dancing at home. Every move you made was gentle, like you were still seconds away from second guessing yourself but the way your hips swayed from side to side had Steve mesmerised. You rolled your neck, let your arms leave your side, lashes fluttering against your cheeks, humming to the same then the record player sang.

You started when his hands found your waist, warm from his shower, the smell of his shampoo and your body wash engulfing him. He grinned, pressed it to your neck with a kiss, his chest to your back and you were glad for it, lest he see the heat across your cheeks at being caught.

“Dinner and a free show, huh?” Steve murmured, and his voice was sticky, thick with adoration and it made you smile despite your embarrassment. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You turned in his arms, bashful, nose scrunched ‘cause it was always hard to take a compliment but you were trying, for Steve’s sake. So you granted him a kiss for his sweetness, lips pressed to his chin, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. He hummed in thanks, nose bumping yours before he ducked his chin down to catch you for a real one, lips pushed gently between your own for a kiss that had you breathing a little heavier than before.

The tap was still running, the bubbles overwhelming, the pasta boiling now, the macaroni probably too soft.

“Dance with me?” He asked, even though he’d already threaded his fingers through yours, stepping away from you, only to pull you back into him.

The record player crackled and a new song began, softer and sweeter than the first. The refrigerator light made everything peach coloured, rose tinted and warm, despite your bare feet on the cold tiles.

How could you say no?

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madhatterbri · 5 months

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Monster | K.M.

Summary: Kol tries to comfort you during transition but your emotions get in the way.

Soft music from a piano filled the room. The lullaby would normally soothe you but not now, not ever. A tear fell down your cheek splashing one of the keys. The music sounded so much sadder now.

Kol rested against the door post. His hands rested inside his pockets. Nothing he could do could make her happy. It was like a grey cloud constantly hung over her head. He couldn't blame her. Transitions were the worst.

"I'm here whenever you need, darling," He reminded her. She paused her music and nodded. Her soul felt empty. A part of her hoped this was a nightmare. As many times as she pinched herself she was still here. Her boyfriend sat down next to her on the piano bench. "We will do this together. It gets easier,"

"I don't want to become this," she whispered bitterly. Life was a cruel and bitter joke now. "I do not want to be a monster,"

"You don't want to be a monster like me?" He asked and looked away. The pain evident in his eyes. Despite being called a monster for years it hurt coming from you.

"That's not what I meant. Kol, please," you begged and touched his arm. Despite his longing to help you, his emotions were making you feel worse. Your broken spirit couldn't take another argument. He moved away from you and stood up.

"Let me know when you need my help," he spoke and turned away from you. Fresh set of tears slid down your face as you continued to play on the piano.

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soulofapatrick · 7 months

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Piano Lessons - Alex Claremont-Diaz x Male Reader

Summary: Alex gets turned on by your piano skills

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Warnings: Smut; gay smut; rimming; cockwarming; anal sex; idk what this is anymore

Notes: I promise I'll write some fluff for Alex and Henry next !

Y/N’s POV

As I sit at the grand piano in Kensington Palace, my fingers gracefully glide across the ivory keys, coaxing a melodic symphony from the instrument. The rich, resonant notes fill the room, dancing in the air like fireflies on a warm summer night. The piano is set against a backdrop of regal red, pristine white and the deep blue hues that embody the spirit of the monarchy past. It’s a symbol of tradition and history, much like my family itself.

Today, the atmosphere in the room is different, and it’s all because of Alex Claremont-Diaz, the charismatic and intelligent man I’m fortunate enough to call my boyfriend. He’s visiting me here at Kensington Palace, and his presence has added a touch of vibrancy and excitement to the usually stated surroundings. As my fingers continue to play, I can’t help but steal a glance at Alex. He’s seated on a luxurious, plush chair nearby, his russet eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. His admiration and affection are palpable, even from across the room.

The strains of the piano’s music seem to weave a story of their own, a story of love, passion, and the unbreakable bond between two individuals who have defied the odds. Alex and I come from different worlds, but our connection is undeniable. He’s the love of my life, the one who has shattered all expectations and brought colour into my world of duty and responsibility.

I finish the piece with a flourish, letting the final notes linger in the air for a moment before they fade away. Alex rises gracefully from his seat, his eyes never leaving mine, and his smile could light up the darkest of rooms. He approaches me with that same confident stride that has always captivated me. The way he moves, with an air of self-assuredness, is a testament to the strength of his character and the love that binds us together.

He doesn't stop in front of me; instead, he reaches out and gently takes my hand, drawing me to my feet. Our eyes lock, and it's as if the world around us disappears, leaving just the two of us in this intimate moment. He moves around to stand behind me, settling on the piano stool. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he’s wrapping his muscular arms around my waist and pulling me back onto his lap. It draws a surprised gasp from me as there’s something poking me in the ass and fuck, I know exactly what he’s doing.

I don’t protest, letting myself melt into his embrace, my head falling back against his shoulder, relishing in the comforting and exhilarating feeling of his arms around me. The warmth of his body against mine is a soothing balm to my soul, reminding me that I’m not alone in this world of duty and responsibility. A soft sound escapes my throat when Alex presses a loving kiss to the back of my neck, each one sending shivers down my spine.

His hands slip from my waist down to the button of my jeans, a gentle kiss pressed to my jawline and I’m fighting against it as Shaan is just outside the door and could walk in any moment. But, Alex’s hand is driving me crazy, palming me through my tight jeans, knowing exactly how to turn me on.

“Baby boy,” Alex’s voice is low and resonant, exuding want and love, and it’s breaking down the last of my reservations about what he’s asking, “Need you baby.”

I rock my hips back once, drawing a deep rumble from Alex’s chest, and it’s all he needs to pop the button on my jeans and tugging lightly. I lift my hips for him, letting him draw my jeans and boxers down far enough to expose me to him. Instead of freeing himself from the confines of his jeans like I expected he’s gripping my hips and pushing me to my feet, pressing a large hand to the base of my spine and bending me over the piano. His hands spread my ass, kneeling the flesh between those fantasy inducing hands and before I can process what’s happening I’m yelping in surprise.

At the first lick I almost faceplant the top of the piano, never expecting so many nerve-endings where Alex is currently ravishing me. Alex supports my weight, bringing me back against his mouth, and it draws an embarrassing sound from me, a high pitched whine that gets caught in my throat. My knuckles are turning white with how hard I’m gripping the edges of the piano, trying to spread my legs even further to give him more room. Alex wastes no time, tongue flicking and licking broad stripes against my hole, moving every so often to nip at the plump skin. It’s erotic, more than I could have imagined. The two of us with Alex’s lean but muscular body holding me up as he devours me, my dick twitching as he eats me out like I’m his last meal. His hands are massaging my thighs, oh so close to my aching dick, dripping precum onto the keys of the piano, making me arch my back to try and get the warmth closer to my dick. It doesn’t work but instead gives Alex more space and before I can react his tongue is inside me and I’m crying out before slamming my head against the top of the piano trying to muffle my cries.

“A-Alex please.” My voice comes out broken and hoarse, causing Alex to grin against my skin, “Alex. I need you.” I’m almost crying, feeling embarrassed about begging but I need to feel him inside me properly.

It’s all it takes it seems. Alex is pulling away, giving me time to steady my breathing while I hear the zipper on his jeans and then, with gentle hands I’m being guided backwards. I’m so glad for Alex’s grip on my hips as my knees are shaking like crazy but that’s soon forgotten when the head of his dick pushes its way past my now relaxed opening. I’m gripping his wrists, taking a deep breath as the stretch still burns but not as much as before, Alex’s spit acting as lube and I can slide further down quicker than before.

I go to raise my hips again as soon as I’m settled on his lip, the button of his jeans digging into the back of my thigh but his hands still gripping my hips stop me and he’s leaning forwards, warm breath ghosting my ear, “Play.”

“W-what?” I choke out.

“Play me something.” His voice is tight and his hips betray him when they thrust up ever so slightly, drawing a sound from both of us but he reiterates his point, “Play for me.”

I take a deep breath, attempting to focus on playing another piece despite the situation, knowing I’m getting nothing from Alex otherwise. I place my fingers on the keys, trying to muster the concentration needed to produce a coherent melody. But as I begin to play, Alex’s hands find my thighs, massaging them and his lips are coasting teasingly along my neck. His proximity is both a blessing and a challenge, as his hips jerk up again, teasing himself as well as me.

With each note I strike, I can sense Alex’s playful energy intensifying. He digs his nails into my inner thighs, drawing a sharp sound from me and an off key as my hands jerk. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it’s clear he intends to draw this teasing out as long as he can. His fingers trace light patterns on my hips, sending delightful shivers down my spine. He whispers sweet, teasing words in my ear, his voice laced with affection and a hint seduction. It’s incredibly difficult to maintain my composure and focus on the music when he’s gently circling my hips in his lap.

The piece could not end quicker for both of us because as soon as I’ve played my last note Alex’s regains that firm grip on my hips and lifts me until just the head of his dick is indie me before he slams me down, a loud cry of pain and pleasure escaping me. I’m a whimpering mess already, Alex moving a hand to wrap around my aching dick, moving his hand in time with his almost brutal thrusts. I can feel my muscles tightening and thighs shaking as I reach that precipice, but Alex, my sweet, frustrating Alex. He pulls me down so he’s fully sheafed inside me and circles his hips, just missing my prostate and leaving me almost begging for that sweet release.

“Now now baby,” Alex nips at the back of my neck, “Wait for me.” With that he thrusts as deep as he can, circling his hips every few thrusts until I’m almost crying again, my thighs clenching and stomach rolling over with effort of trying to stave off that sweet release. I’m mumbling stuff, unsure if it’s actual words or gibberish but Alex knows exactly as he reaches around to take my dick in his hand one last time. He doesn’t jerk me off but runs his thumb over the slit that’s leaking precum and before I can stop myself I’m cumming. My body lurches forwards and my whole body shudders with pleasure as ropes of my seed hit the piano and I should be embarrassed but all I can think about is Alex holding me tightly, breath hot against the back of my neck as he pumps me full. His hips jerk a few times more before he’s sinking into the stool, holding me against his chest as we try and catch our breaths.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” I mumble, throat raw and voice cracking.

Alex chuckles into the crook of his neck before a muffled reply comes from him, “I think everyone heard.”

“Oh god.” I’m burying my face in my hands, cheeks heating up and not wanting to ever leave this room again.

“Come on darling, let’s get ourselves sorted out.” He’s easing me off of him, both of us wincing in oversensitivity and I sort myself out the best I can, feeling his seed already leaking down my legs and knowing I need a nice, hot bath now.

Alex takes my hand and leads me out of the room, past a very red faced Shaan who won’t look our way. He leads me down the hall, towards my room but before we get there we hear a shriek from Philip:

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO MY PIANO!!!??”

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dr-meditation · 5 months

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Meditation can be enhanced with relaxing music, as it can help create a calming atmosphere and aid in focusing the mind. Here are five tips for incorporating relaxing music into your meditation practice: 1- Choose Appropriate Music: Select music that is calming, soothing, and without distracting elements. Instrumental music or sounds of nature are often good choices. Avoid lyrics or music with sudden changes in tempo or volume that may disrupt your concentration. 2- Create a Dedicated Space: Designate a quiet and comfortable space for your meditation practice. This can be a corner of a room, a cushion, or a chair. Set up your space with items that promote relaxation, such as candles, cushions, or soft lighting. 3- Use Headphones: If possible, use headphones to enhance the immersive experience. This can help eliminate external distractions and allow you to fully immerse yourself in the calming sounds of the music. 4- Sync Breathing with the Music: Coordinate your breathing with the rhythm of the music. This synchronization can deepen your meditation experience and enhance relaxation. Focus on slow, deep breaths, and let the music guide the pace of your breath. 5- Mindful Listening: Practice mindful listening by paying full attention to the music. Notice the nuances of the sounds, the instruments, and the spaces between the notes. If your mind starts to wander, gently bring your focus back to the music.

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yandere-writer-momo · 8 months

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In the mood for something angsty. So how about some unreciprocated love?

Warning!!! Angst

Baki Short Stories: True Love

Being in an unrequited love with Hanayama

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Fingers danced across a piano, a young woman smiled softly at the music that followed. The soft melody soothed her lonely soul.

For many years she had held a torch for a certain yakuza boss. She knew she’d never be anything more to him than someone who warmed his bed from time to time. And she wanted so much more than that… she deserved so much more than that.

No matter how much she loved him, no matter how much she sacrificed for him, it would never be enough. Hanayama deserved the very best and it would never be her.

She started to distance herself to the point that she was proud of herself. Perhaps she should buy herself a treat today?

(Your name) constantly found herself living treat by treat, but it got her through this rough patch. She had resisted temptation thus far and she hadn’t given into it. No matter how much she missed his scent of tobacco and roses, she would not return to his side.

Every time she smelled cigar smoke or a fresh bouquet of roses, he was the first to pop in her mind. He haunted her like a spirit. Hanayama’s presence lingered in the spaces of her mind.

She couldn’t wait for the day he’d no longer make an appearance in her subconscious. For the day Hanayama Kaoru would be nothing more to her than a distant memory. But for now, she’d play with the phantom of his small affection for her.

(Your name) was in love with him and she needed to accept that reality. That although she loved him, he wouldn’t love her. He couldn’t. Hanayama Kaoru was no a man of love and that was okay. It was unreasonable for her to be upset at him for not harboring the same fire that blazed in her heart for him. She had no control over his feelings and she simply wished for his happiness and safety.

(Your name) rose up from the piano and made her way over to the large windows that showed the bright lights of Tokyo below. Her hand pressed against the glass while the lights reflected off her eyes. This view was beautiful… she wondered if Hanayama could see it from wherever he was…

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, the woman pressed her forehead against the glass. She was such a hopelessly romantic fool. There was no way Hanayama would think of such thoughts like hers. They lived in two completely different worlds.

A part of her wished she could do something for him… anything. But she had to accept her place in his life.

Because although she wasn’t his true love… he would always be hers.

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