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obscenegrimoire · 1 year

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Hi, guys! I just began this online grimoire, and I figured I'd make my first post.

Let's talk about Servitors.

What is a "Servitor"? A Servitor, in terms of spell work/witchcraft is a servant that was created by you. Think of it as similar to a computer program, or as a type of spirit. It's apart of you, as it's created by your mind. It's your intentions, your needs that it's serving. You're the one that brought it to life, and you're the one that keeps it alive. It relies on your energy to thrive, and function at it's fullest capabilities. Their sole purpose is to fulfill the goal that you give it, whatever it may be. I, personally, use mine for protection and revenge. You may also create them with the goal of bringing you good luck, or to bring you good health. If there's something you want attracted to your life, there's a Servitor you can make.

How would you create a Servitor?

I would like to stress, you are binding yourself to a spirit you created. This includes a contract, that you will need to be as specific as possible in. If there's something too broad for interpretation, there's an opportunity for a misunderstanding. You will also be creating and charging a sigil for this entity. I will be giving the basics, as well as adding parts that I've found helped with the creation. I will make sure to note that they are my add-ons.

What you need:

• Item of choice

• Lined paper(s)/pen or pencil - especially ones of the color that matches the intent.

• Four white candles

• Optional: Crystals, herbs, or anything you would like to use for a boost.

Before you begin anything, you need to find an item you want to use as a sort of "home" for this creation. It needs something to latch onto. As long as it's something you interact with frequently, it can be something you take everywhere, or keep at home. This can mean crystals, jewelery, I like to use stuffed animals since I cuddle them, toys if you would like to protect your children, etc. You must have it be something you frequently interact with, otherwise it will not stay "alive".

Once you have the item, and it's goal in mind, take some time, get creative and find a name for the entity. Once you have, drink a tea of choice, listen to appropriate music, this is the time to be creative and to develop the entity and contract. Take time to imagine how the entire will appear, what it's energy will feel like. Picture it standing beside you as you begin to write the contract. Be as specific as you can, include it's goals, the expectations, and rules. Describe it's appearance, and energy in the contract. Include how you plan to feed it, and keep it "alive". They need to be fed energy of sorts, or else they will "die". Include any details you feel necessary, don't leave anything out. Include a phrase to bring it's attention. At the very end, remember to include a killswitch phrase. This is only to be used when you no longer want the entity "alive" anymore. This happens if things as simple as it has completed the goal, or as complicated as something went wrong/it backfired has happened.

Optional: You may also provide the Servitor a rune, a planet, or any moon cycle correspondents that helps provide them with a boost of energy.

You will need to now create a sigil based on the name of the entity. If you need help with creating a sigil, I will happily provide sources! I like to place their sigil on the contract, and I also like to find a way to attach the sigil to the item. I also burn their sigil as I do the ritual, along with having a seperate paper with their sigil written on it for documentation. This is my way to keep a form of their presence attached to necessary parts. As I mentioned, I use stuffed animals, so I would support going as far as making two copies of the contract and sigil. One for keepsake, and sew the other inside of the item, if possible.

Once you have completed those steps, cleanse your workspace. You may do this however you wish, that process varies from everyone. Next, take the four white candles you have. Place one in each direction (North, East, South, West) as far apart as necessary. Place the item you're attaching it to, in the middle of the candles. Light them clockwise, as you set the mood/intention. Sit down next to the candles, and relax. Close your eyes, meditate as you imagine what the Servitor looks like. Focus on it, until you can feel it's presence surrounding you. I often attempt to touch the Servitor in the image. Once you've made that connection, slowly open your eyes and calmly state it's name. Begin reading off the contract out loud, as clearly as you can. Once you have finished, sign off and take in it's energy around you.

Put out the candles however you wish, put your items away, and place the Servitor where you wish!

If you ever feel like the Servitor has grown too weak, you may repeat this process, but use the already created contract and entity in mind. Think of it as a regroup.

I hope this has captured the attention of any curious person. Anyone needing to know if you can do this as a beginner: If you feel comfortable doing so, then go for it. Any questions and concerns are welcomed! Give me opinions on my first post!

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wizardsaur · 1 year

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The Tower Spell

For use when you need to catalyze the downfall of something destined to collapse. Like causing a ripple effect in a toxic job, or leaving an abusive relationship. This spell is designed to create a fast-acting domino effect that will inevitably be painful for those around it. However, I will argue that this spell is necessary - albeit difficult to cope with the aftermath.

Disclaimer: only cast this spell for yourself, and in dire circumstances. This is a final straw spell. I lost everything after this spell, but it was such a needed destruction of an old life.

Supplies

A crossroads key to represent opportunity, choice and consequence. I literally found mine at a crossroad, so if you only have a key, maybe take it to a crossroad and ask the energy of the place to charge it.

Red string to represent fate and Destiny.

The Tower Card from a tarot deck of your choice

A taglock for your situation or person

A candle in a color you feel represents speed - I used red

Herbs & other correspondences you feel appropriate. Phoenix symbolism might help in the rebuild process

And a -very- good backup plan because shit hits the fan FAST! If you are casting this spell for yourself, I'm going to warn you right now, I lost everything leaving an abusive relationship because of this spell. But I'm much happier now for it.

Thread your key on a length of red string long enough to put over your head, and tie it off

Encircle the card in the center of the loop you've made, making sure the key is INSIDE the circle.

Set your taglock atop your card, being sure to express the reasons you wish to catalyze the collapse. The Universe needs you to let out your desperation, because this spell is an act of sheer desperate measure.

Add any other spell components such as cinnamon for speed and intensity, but also for protection of yourself. Or bay leaf for manifestation. Or obsidian for the destructive power of fire. Up to you, just make sure to keep it symbolic.

Set your candle inside the circle, light it, and repeat your reasons for the spell. Express your need to the flame, and your desires to start anew.

Burn your taglock, or at least scorch it if you can. Blow out the candle like it's your birthday, finalizing your wish.

Wear the key on the string around your neck. Do not take it off until the collapse happens & you're in a safe place. It's meant to guide you through the chaos & ruin.

Buckle up, the next few days will be the hardest you could possibly imagine. But so very necessary, and more worthwhile than you'll ever realise. If things are destined to fall apart, you'll live through a war zone. Understand that you're not alone, and that you'll get through this.

IF you feel the need to cast this spell, I'm so sorry things got as desperate as they had, but you'll be able to create something beautiful and blessed in the wake of this destruction. Trust me, because I've been there & done this too. You're gonna be okay.

#witchcraft #witch #magick #magic #witchy #pagan #spell #witchblr #tw abusive relationship #tarot spell #tarot card #crossroads #extreme spells #powerful spells #paganism #intermediate spellwork #spellwork #book of shadows

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themagikmirror · 2 months

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Prayer + Spell for Presence!

"God / Ancestors / Spirit help me recover and recall all my energy from where it no longer serves me"

I found myself saying this in prayer & meditation last month and felt INSTANT relief and presence! Sometimes our energies linger on people and in places causing unnecessary misalignment and division. Here's a prayer that can change that!

#spirituality #god #prayers #spiritual awakening #powerful spells #spiritualgrowth #healing #presence

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saturniidiviner · 5 months

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im cursing u what r u gonna do about it huh?

#powerful spells #lvl 10 wizard #cool

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kawoyaa4 · 1 year

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Essential ways to get back your lover using different vital love spells.

Get your ex lover back using love spells-with proper techniques and guidance have to give effective results. The individual will need to make a seal with the help of parchment paper. On the seal, the individual will write the magic chant along with the name and birth date of their ex or the person that he/she wishes to bring back. The individual will seal the paper with honey wax and hide it…

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#binding love spells #binding spells #essential love spells #Lost lover spells #powerful love spells #Powerful spells #real spells

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wiccaacademy · 2 years

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Easy but powerful mental health spell jar tutorial. It works! You've got to try it..

#witchyvibes #witchblr #witchcraft #wicca spells #wicca #witches #green witch #powerful spells #magick #pagan community #mental health #jar spell #witchy things #occult #pagan #witch #esoteric #energy #awakening

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the-faultofdaedalus · 9 months

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magic system where “dark magic” and “light magic” are literal terms - dark magic consumes photons, making an area around the spell visibly darker, sometimes to an Extreme extent, and light magic releases photons.

because of this most dark mages tend to work in very brightly-lit areas (either artificial light or outside in the daytime) to fuel their spells and wear and use lightly coloured clothes and tools so that they’re easier to see in the dimness their spells create, whereas light mages wear heavy, sometimes leaden robes (depending on the work being done) and the magical equivalent of welding masks to protect themselves from what can be an extreme amount of light, and sometimes other kinds of electromagnet radiation!

needless to say this is incredibly confusing for anyone unfamiliar with the culture

#light mage about to unleash an absurd amount of infrared radiation wearing those heat suits volcanologists use:#of course many light mages dabble in dark magic as extra layers of protection #and vice versa - dark mages using light magic to light up their work spaces #though most specialize #sadly all theories of perpetual spell craft - light spell powering a dark spell #have been proven to not be feasable

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rhythmicreverie · 2 months

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In the heart of ancient woods, a timid apprentice found solace. His master's spells echoed through time, whispering power into his trembling hands. The sorcerer's teachings bloomed like magic in his soul, and he transformed from meek to mighty.

#fantasy #magic #sorcerers #life #events #powerful spells #transformative journey

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obscenegrimoire · 1 year

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Working with a deity, and want to give your spell jars a boost?

Within boundaries of your agreement with said deity, use the wax from their burning candle as an additional seal to the jar! I only use a little bit, but I always will do it, especially if the deity resonates with the spellwork.

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no-sorry · 8 months

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"Astarion bad because he doesn't wanna help the tieflings / grove" imagine you've just escaped a crashing alien ship and the first level 1 adventurer you meet tells you "we gonna go save some people you don't know, 4 of us vs like 50 goblins, you in?" girl I would quit the party right there

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #i may have the powerful spells called F5 + F8 but he doesnt #also not to mention All The Other Stuff but thats spoilers lol

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themagikmirror · 5 months

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✨Square Square Biz Nov. 2023 - Written Summary

Although the assignment in November has been made amply clear through this collective reading and others (catch up on Retrograde Receipts & TikTok content). We still have two major forces competing for power in our lives before the month’s end : Scorpio & Aquarius. These forces represent real situations and conflicts happening right now. These zodiac signs represent what both sides of conflict bring to the table. Our job is to alchemize it in a way that benefits and aligns us with what’s best. Here's a written summary of the video content. Watch the video for more info. The 3 Squares of November 2023 present major challenges and road blocks that could stop us from reaching upgrades moving into 2024. We've made it too far to be defeated and miss The Open Road. Ending 2023 is an energetic battle. “Raising Your Vibration” is the assignment.

Ultimately, I believe Spirit wants us to choose the path of Freedom, without totally forgetting our bodies, boundaries and emotions. The question is : can we muster up blind faith to get us through tough spots, awkwardness and uncertainty?

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inbarfink · 5 days

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Congratulations! You are now a Magic-User!!

#POLL #MY POLLS #POLLS #TUMBLR POLLS #RANDOM POLLS #TUMBLR POLL #POLL TIME #FUN STUFF #magic #spell #fantasy #witches #witch #wizard #wizard posting #wizardblogging #wizardcore #witchcore #magic powers

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kawoyaa4 · 1 year

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SIGNS YOUR LOVE SPELLS ARE DEFINITELY WORKING

Twitter Love spells are one of the best ways to get your crush to notice you. Have you ever felt like you belong with someone, and the only reason you are not with them is that they don’t see you yet? Dr Kawoyaa haven offering love spells that work to clients all over the world. Basically, he can provide you with services of love spells that work immediately. What are love spells? These are…

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lastprairiepirate · 6 months

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imagine being the one to open the door and seeing the stoats. imagine. how would you tell anyone that.

#i thought of this scene immediately when they brought up returning to the power plant #i love these stoats in their stoat society #burrows end #id in alt text #burrow's end #wait how do you spell it

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cemeterything · 3 months

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a side effect of magic systems that drain your life force if you overextend yourself or try to harness more power than you possess should be that your body starts to fall apart as it draws on your reserves to make up the deficit. old wounds should reopen, bones should become brittle and break, your immune system should weaken, and your organs should begin to fail and die if you push yourself too far. your body shouldn't simply crumble to dust, but rot, sloughing away in agonising chunks as the necrosis spreads.

#🐉#i just couldnt shake the mental image of someone casting a powerful spell only to have fractures open up in their hand and finger bones #spellcasting should be scarier. this is my wisdom.

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sp0o0kylights · 9 months

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Part Two / Part Three

Ao3

It's 8:45 am.

The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.

It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?

No one was complaining.

They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves.

It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.

He doesn't mind it.

Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.

This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.

Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.

(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise.

The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)

As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.

It was a nice little system that worked for them.

A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.

This was not unusual.

Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face.

What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand.

The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.

Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him.

(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.)

"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it.

"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.

Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.

'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'

Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him.

"Mind if I have a word outside?"

Dammit Eddie.

"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely.

There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once.

"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. "

"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy.

Wayne stared up at him.

"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.

"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in."

If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.

It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.

They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass.

Hopper really did let the kid off easy.

Wayne really did owe him.

So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them.

"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context.

Wayne hummed to show he’d heard.

“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.”

A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn.

“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.”

A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut.

"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?"

The Chief chewed on his split lip.

"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town."

Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble.

The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction.

How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird.

Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have.

Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab.

The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters.

This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around.

The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion.

(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)

"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it."

"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed.

"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.”

This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going.

Hopper took a breath. Than another.

A third.

It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life.

"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.

Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions.

“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.”

Wayne sucked in a breath.

"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.

It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy.

Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t.

Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.

He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there.

(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.)

“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.”

His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest.

“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.

“A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.”

Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie.

“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.”

“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished.

“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.”

'Ain’t that the damn truth.'

“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind.

This one, he figured, was the most important.

“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.”

Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one.

It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.

Except, apparently, Steve Harrington.

“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.

If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.

No point in it.

“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn.

“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say.

Once again, Wayne waited him out.

“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.”

A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.

How they almost hadn’t.

“Alright.” Wayne agreed.

Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.

He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy.

He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross.

Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer?

Wayne had a feeling it was needed.

#this has like t wo more parts #pre steddie #wayne as a BAMF #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol #Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries #and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will #you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down #like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck #nevermind you know the local power plant lol #and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit #your local hunters are gonna know somethings up #anyway #beat to shit Steve Harrington #my beloved #hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself #steve harrington #steddie #I spelled collar color and im not changing it #outsider pov #wayne pov #I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice #catholic wayne munson #jim hopper

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