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radioisntdead · 2 days

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Ways to piss off an Italian

Alternatively three ways to cartoonishly piss off an Italian

Hazbin hotel x reader [Platonic]

Warnings:

Italian stereotypes, just jokin' around this is all in good fun! I put an Imp OC of mine in as the reader assistant! She just pops in and out to stir things up! Reader's learning to cook other types of food because they've hadn't had to cook for themselves in ages they just had others do it. Ending is a little off but we don't talk about that I finished this at 6 am I need sleep, Angel isn't that pissed mostly dismayed

Good evening folks! This is a side story with Eldritch horror reader and Angel dust because he's Italian, this is somewhat inspired by my own bit of how my younger self made it her mission to piss off Italians because of that Italian TikTok duo back in 2020-2021 [???] She did not succeed as she did not know any Italians and all she did was eat spaghetti noodles with anything but a fork.

this is also the 100 followers special! Now at the time of posting we are FAR past that at 207! but better late then never! Thank you so much for the support, I genuinely did not think this many folks would like my silly little writings, I adore getting y'all's requests, comments, and just appearing in my inbox genuinely it makes my day thank you! And I hope you enjoy!

Angel Dust took great pride in his Italian heritage and culture, as he was truly Italian.

Unfortunately he lived with a centuries old Eldritch horror who may or may not have lived in Europe during the bubonic plague and didn't understand the more "modern'' Italian or Italy at all, and others that didn't understand the "sacredness" of the Italians.

🍝The spaghetti.🍝

You took over cooking in the hotel, you and Alastor had begun fighting over the kitchen, whoever got there first got to cook and today, you were victorious.

You were exploring new recipes you had thus far made spicy tteokbokki and Korean corn dogs, some type of curry that was sonic blue, teriyaki chicken, hummus and other things! You experimented with different flavors, seasonings,

These tasty things would've ended you if you ate it back when you were alive and not dying of the bubonic plague.

Anyways, you decided to give making spaghetti a try because you were in the mood for something fairly easy to make.

As you perused the recipe book while humming along to the songs playing from Alastor's radio show, you nodded noting down the ingredients before pulling out the phone that the little Imp that worked for you had bought you insisting you should have one to contact her instead of hunting her down at random and dragging her away.

You squinted as you scrolled through the few contacts you had until you reached said imp's phone number and slowly texted her a barrage of ingredients to buy.

Cece carefully opened the hotel doors and skittered over to the kitchen, having memorized the route since she delivered ingredients to you almost daily at this point.

You grinned as you took the ingredients from Cece's hands turning around to place them on the counter while she pulled up a chair and sat down waiting for the inevitable "Dear Cece can you cut this" or "Dear Cece can you stir this"

You washed off the tomatoes before slicing in an x and blanching them, you peeled the tomatoes after and diced them up before putting them aside to cut up yellow onions, you gathered them up and placed them into a pan, sprinkling in salt to unleashed the onion liquids and sweetness.

You added in some prechopped garlic and let it saute.

While that was happening you took the tomatoes and crushed them, once done you combined the tomatoes with the rest letting it simmer.

You added other components like herbs, basil and a little olive old at the end just for fun.

You filled up another pot with water to boil, sprinkling a twinge of salt and stirring it in.

You brushed your hands on your apron, as you scooted around to find the box of spaghetti noodles, grinning you opened it and take out the pasta.

It was at this unfortunate moment Angel dust decided to waltz on into the kitchen, intending to see what was for dinner and maybe snag something to munch on, you held the dry pasta over the pot, both hands gripping the ends

"Hey tentacles, what's for- WHAT THE FUCK!''

"Good evening Dearest Angel! I'm making spaghetti!"

You said unfazed as the pasta snapped in half and dropped into the pot as Angel dust watched in pure horror.

"Why would you do that?!" Angel asked, his voice pitched as he asked arms gesturing to the pot of sad broken pasta boiling away.

"Make spaghetti? I didn't think it was such a controversial meal"

"No! You broke the pasta! That's like the biggest sin ya can do! What is wrong with ya?"

"We're already in hell, I don't think sins matter much here," Cece popped in, you jumped slightly forgetting the imp was there.

"They do when it comes to' fuckin' pasta toots!"

Angel dust shouted before promptly turning around and leaving the kitchen, leaving you completely confused and Cece amused, unfortunately her amusement turned into irritation as you asked her to grab the ground beef and roll it into balls so you could cook them because meatballs.

During dinner time your spaghetti was a hit!

Charlie complimented your cooking saying you outdid yourself while Vaggie was grabbing a second serving, Sir Pentious enjoyed slurping up the noodles, Niffty kept stabbing the meatballs foe whatever reason, Husk seemed to enjoy the meal however Angel dust had one pair of arms crossed while he reluctantly ate, it was good he could admit but he knew the sin that you had committed while cooking, he knew that innocent pasta had been broken.

Angel dust almost died a second time when he walked into the kitchen later that night for a midnight snack and witnessed a probably drunk Husk eating leftover spaghetti pasta with ketchup because the sauce you had made was on a higher shelf in the refrigerator and he didn't feel like climbing.

🍕 pineapple pizza time.🍕

You and Alastor had... For lack of better words got into a little fight over the kitchen, tentacles, shadows, mild mind control and other things were used until Vaggie stepped in and separated the two of you,

It was decided that pizza would be ordered for the hotel, much to Alastor's disapproval.

Cheese, pepperoni, pineapple and ham, and supreme were the pizzas ordered unbeknownst to Angel dust since he was coming back to the hotel from a hangout with Cherri.

"Angel! Welcome back we ordered pizza!" Charlie said waving the spider over as Vaggie placed the pizza boxes onto the table.

"Great! I'm starvin'!" Angel walked over just in time to see the box containing pineapple pizza opened up.

"Nevermind I'll starve."

"We have other pizzas Angel."

Vaggie did not get paid enough to deal with this, she didn't even get paid!

Angel dust was extremely disappointed in you, you were the one to suggest getting pineapple pizza because you quote, "Never had it before and wanted to try it",

You were well over a few centuries old, you weren't a child, you had gone to hell and become an overlord that rained terror for a couple of years and therefore you should've been able to tell that pineapple on pizza was a crime against humanity, so what if pizza wasn't a thing during your time, it was a thing that came to be while you were down here!

He had later lectured you about it, it was amusing to you! You were a feared overlord and yet this little Italian guy had the gull to lecture you, this was normal in families right? To not be afraid of each other? How wonderful!

The lecture eventually switched over to Husk who was eating pizzas folded which was just weird because he was just tasting the crust! What about the cheese? The sauce? THE SAUCE HUSK? DO YOU NOT TASTE IT?

Husk was too sober for the lecture, Alastor found it amusing though.

🇮🇹Italian PowerPoint presentation 🇮🇹

"Alright tentacles, we're havin' a intervention!" Angel dust said throwing his hands down on the coffee table as you sipped something from a teacup, probably tea.

"Is what you dragged us here for? This shit?"

Husk was here, how did he always get dragged into these things? Niffty was beside him trying to stab a roach, Charlie and Vaggie were out of the hotel, Alastor was hell knew where, probably doing radio stuff and Angel dust had somehow tracked down your assistant and dragged her there.

"Oh! Whatever for dearie?" You asked head tilted as you placed your cup on the table,

"You've committed so many fuckin' crimes in the past week! Ya' broke the pasta before puttin' it in the pot! Ya' put cream in the carbonara! Ya ate pineapple on pizza, I get we're in hell but are ya fuckin' kiddin' me?-" Angel moved his arms around to empathize his point "Not to mention that little fusion stunt, ya' deranged octopus!"

You hummed thinking about the meals you've made recently before responding, "I don't think I made anything bad?"

"You decided to put tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni on cooked ramen and stuck it in da' oven and ate it."

"It wasn't as good as the little people on the interwebs said."

"OF COURSE IT WASN'T GOOD IT WAS A CRIME! IT CAME OUT OF THE DEEPS OF HELL."

"Eh, it wasn't that bad" Cece popped in to stir the pot, Angel slowly turned around becoming slightly more spidery

"The fuck did ya just say?"

Cece shrugged, "Food's expensive and I need to eat."

Cece was picked up and thrown on the couch with you as Angel dust set up a PowerPoint presentation about the history of Italian food and whatever else, You did not want to be here you'd rather be drinking your drink in peace, Husk didn't want to be here he'd rather be drinking, your hellborn imp assistant didn't want to be here, she's never going to Italy she didn't need to know this and Niffty, well she's still stabbing things on the floor.

By the time Charlie and Vaggie returned you had zoned out completely and your mind was elsewhere, Niffty was napping on your shoulder, Cece had escaped by asking Angel if garlic bread was Italian and while he went on that tangent she ran out abandoning everyone.

Husk was more dead inside then per usual, he wasn't paid enough for this, the first hour was fine but this had been going on for five hours at this point, how did Angel dust manage to drag this PowerPoint presentation out so long?

Vaggie shut it down after it was realized that you weren't responding and they thought you had somehow died,

You did not die and you eventually snapped out of it when a white cloth was put over you in order to hide the body.

Good evening folks! Thank you for turning on in! I hope you enjoyed, my apologies for taking forever to get this out, if your wondering why it feels like there's a missing gap that's because I wrote a whole lil' thing of reader and Alastor combining forces to annoy Angel and I accidentally deleted it.

I'm gonna rewrite it eventually and add it to a different fic with Eldritch horror reader, also If your wondering why I have an imp OC in here there is a reason with Eldritch horror and their family complex you'll see eventually

I'll be getting the readers backstory which will be the 200 follower special out [hopefully] soon so tune on in for that! Thank you again have a wonderful day!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #angel dust & reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you

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honey-tongued-devil · 2 years

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[Arcane preference] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

▶[Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika] reacting to their s/o gifting them sweets

[NdA]

So, premise. I'm posting this headcanon and I’ve already scheduled the post of a request. I didn’t really have the time or the strength, so I’m writing the ones a bit faster now. I hope you like them anyway <3

↠No use of "y/n", gender neutral reader (no pronouns for the reader) ↠TW: fluff?, Sfw ↠Character/s: gn reader, Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Marcus, Silco, Vander, Singed, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Cassandra, Sevika

↠If you have any requests, ask the devil.↞

【Jayce】

He loves sweets that are not too sweet, like tiramisu.

and loves sweets that are easy to make together, without dirty too much the kitchen but still being able to enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

like tiramisu.

it has become your dessert by chance, but now every occasion sees on the table the coffee based dessert.

Has Jayce made any progress with studying hextech? He will prepare the dinner and, at the end of the meal, serve the agonized dessert.

Did you get a promotion? Here you are dusting cocoa all over before he comes home.

it is your cuddle, your silent way of communicating intimacy in everyday life, in feeding each other careful not to laugh not to choke you with cocoa powder

【Viktor】

This man is greedy, in his cupboard there are only bottles of sweet milk.

It often happens that he forgets to eat, which is why you find yourself leveraging his soft spot for sweets to make sure he eats something during the day.

small packs of assorted pastries, generally easy to eat treats that don’t dirty too much, so that he can consume them even while sitting studying or working

Even if he doesn’t realize it at the moment, when he realizes you’ve taken time for him, he always feels an inexplicable warmth in his chest.

but your gesture is not one-sided, the mornings when he knows you have to work together always makes you find the cup of coffee and a croissant still hot waiting for you

【Ekko】

he is not into sweets

when for the first time you removed from the cotton cloth the bars of sesame, hazelnuts and peanuts he was visibly confused, but in no time fell in love

He doesn’t wait for you to make them, he asks you directly when he wants to.

Generally he eats them little by little, one of the things he loves about that kind of sweet is the long preservation: he has all the time in the world to eat it without having to consume it when he doesn’t really want it just for fear that it will go bad.

You’d be constantly sitting on your hands just to see his funny expression when a bite sticks his teeth together

but you know that another reason why he loves it is because every piece is divided into several parts, and can share it with his people or with you without any problems

【Marcus】

the primary temptation is to associate him with doughnuts, but that would be quite wrong.

he loves to be able to eat sweets with you, which is why the tart has become ubiquitous in your home.

If you have time in the morning he will cut two slices, so that you can eat it for breakfast together.

If he comes home late from a shift, you will eat it calmly on the sofa or even in bed, talking about the day or just being silent together

As much as he loves it, what makes it special is sharing it with you: he would never take a piece of it to work. It’s a dessert you made or bought for him and for this reason he wants it to remain inside the walls of the house

Plus he knows you’re always laughing when he gets his mustache dirty, and he swear to God: your smile makes it better

【Silco】

He has no real preferences

the first time you brought him chocolate he was visibly confused, he didn’t understand what the occasion was

He is rich but would never spend money on something so futile, plus on a daily basis he doesn’t eat too much

But when you bring him something sweet, he’ll never admit it, but there’s a certain sacredness to that gesture.

He will consume it only when he is totally alone, with good music playing, aged whiskey and the calm of the night.

He’s not one to express affection verbally, which is why he appreciates in an unquantifiable way the attention you put into choosing something for him

always smiles before the first taste, just shaking his head with fake exasperation

every single time, the very idea that you might have taken the trouble to spend time to make that gesture makes his week

【Vander】

this man can cook, and he definitely loves sweets

which is why his favorite dessert is "whatever your hands did"

no matter if it’s small cakes, tarts, cookies or cupcakes, if you did it he will love it regardless

generally prefer to eat the sweets you bring them after the inn has closed

He sits quietly, sets the jukebox, and enjoys every bite of your attention.

if it’s a night when you have free time, he will asks you to prepare something together, so that you two can share the dessert you made for him, while the one made together goes to the kids.

as a family.

He is used to being the one who thinks about others and devotes time to the people he cares about, but getting attention back? It’s something he’s not used to and didn’t know he missed so much

but the kiss that strikes you on the forehead every single time expresses all his love for you and your attention

【Singed】

the reason you showed up with a chocolate treat in his "surgery" was really stupid

you are used to talking while he works, and often ends up explaining details either of his work or chemical processes

And then he told you about the hormones of happiness, and how they were available even in little things like chocolate.

That’s why, after a particularly stressful week, you put the dessert in front of him.

since that time it has become a habit, however particular: you know that it is not totally comfortable to remove the bandage in front of people, which is why you sit with your back facing him while eating it

and he always takes several seconds to appreciate both the small gift that your shrewdness towards him

it’s hard to think you’re being treated with kindness or attention when you’re used to lanes, but those chocolate treats are in their little evidence that maybe there’s still some mercy

【Jinx】

By sweets I mean sweets.

candies mainly, meringues, cotton candy.

Sugar.

it makes her even more energetic, undeniably, but you see her expression change, as if she finally found peace when her cheeks fill with delicacies

obviously she is not able to moderate herself, which is why you agreed that the day "junk" comes minimum once every two weeks, no objection allowed.

but you have to admit that you only fell in love more when you saw her carefully divide the gummy bears and eat first all the red ones, then the orange ones and so on.

And if you do not want to taste a certain candy she will jump to kiss you, with a huge smile from ear to ear

"to make you feel how good it is," she says

【Vi】

Sweets are something you rarely see in Zaun

And as grown-up as this woman is, she can’t hide a certain glint in her eyes.

In a poor city like the underground city, giving food is a huge form of love, because it means in the first place that the person who gives is depriving themself of it.

That’s why that cupcake would be split in two, and with a masterful big sister gesture she would give you the biggest piece.

the sound of pleasure that comes out of her lips tightened and full of crumbs makes you burst to laugh every time

at every single bite you feel like the wounds of a lifetime heal a little

and the woman in front of you deserves all the good in the world

and kisses taste better if they have a frosting aftertaste

【Caitlyn】

obviously this girl is terribly greedy.

You wouldn’t have a dessert in particular, on the contrary: it has become your habit, once a week, to try something always different.

even if in a very soft way you see the beauty of discovery together, of falling in love more and more of the small reactions of each other when your tongues meet an unusual flavor.

in particular you have taken the habit of eating in Caitlyn’s room, which had always been strictly forbidden to her

so, every Thursday, when her parents are busy at the council, you sneak in and set up the bed with a towel, candles and delicacies

and on special occasions also wine or a drink recommended by those who sold you them

【Cassandra】

"what can you give to those who already have everything?"

cookies. It’s not the answer you expected, but you had to reconsider.

if there is one thing that money can't buy is time, and when Cassadra saw for the first time the box of uneven cookies has barely hidden a smile.

You haven’t spent any money on her, but your time, which is even more valuable.

When you have some free time or you have leftover dough, you always make some extra dough for her, and she doesn’t share it with anyone but you

she usually accompanies them with tea, or from time to time while working she takes small breaks in which she indulges those small sweets

sometimes even look for your smell between flour and butter, with the intent of those who would like to leave a kiss on your skin but she has to settle for the crumbs

【Sevika】

she doesn't like sweets, but it is a rather technical reason: they are not one of the best sources of energy.

But when you’re alone at home and you take those two slices of cheesecake out of the fridge, she really has to work to hide a smile.

It’s a sort of cuddle, in the midst of stale alcohol and low-grade smoke finally she can eat something good, something that is not useful but is pleasant.

usually caresses a thigh of yours or the base of your back while you put the dessert in front of her, in an implicit sign of gratitude

although the line "I was ready for another sweet" is always on her lips

She’ll never admit it out loud, but she has a heartbeat every time you make that little gesture for her because of the futility of the action.

it is unthinkable for her the idea that you can associate her with something so pleasant, but it is also incredibly heartwarming to think that just like that sweet you do not decide to stay close to her because useful but because you genuinely like her and you want to spend time with her

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graspingremlinhands · 4 months

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Happy 1st day of the year!!!

Mutuals, friends, people of the fandom and lovely Ghidzilla shippers( to anyone is accepted and cherished)

Here your Gremlin, at my 1.200 post to say hello to you and wish for you all the best things to come.

As for me my wish is that this would be the year I would finally start putting myself at work and share with whoever will be, my works (and the mind and heart, mostly heart behind them).

I have to thank the fandom for being the safe harbor during the pandemic. The wonderful people that inspired me and still does and the ones I feel I can call friends (@1giulia4 @the-fallen-starr love you guys)

Now it's time I give something back. While also grow as a writer to be always better.

Under the cut a little one-shot I wrote during the holidays.

Tw: The content gets a little suggestive, but not much. It's more implied that outright explicit.

So procede with caution, listen to your level of tolerance.

And Enjoy!!!

- We need to find a new story to tell people when they ask us how we got together- announced Ichi.

It was late in the morning, the sun was at peaking, its light pouring generously into their apartment's kitchen through the window.

Ghidorah sat right below it, in the breakfast nook adjiacent to the sink area. On the table, was a magazine that had only been skimmed through while the hydra waited for his interlocutor’s answer.

No answer followed, the only noises in the air was the chop-chop of the knife on the cutting board and the oil sizzling in the pan.

Slicing onions, peppers and celery was no one but Godzilla, their sweetheart of three years, of which one they’re been living together.

The saurus gave no indication of having heard them; he took the cutting board that now ,looked more like the palette of a painter and throw the contents in the boiling pan, the high splashes of oil captured by the warm light that came from the cooker hood.

All under their 3 pairs of eyes they observed, delighting in the sinuous line that Goji’s tail drew in the air.

Ghidorah stretched on the heated surface of the table, until the tension cracked away from his back. Uh, maybe it was time to get back to do stretching in the morning.

Godzilla kept ignoring them and cooking, now stirring the sizzling vegetables with a wooden spoon.

He then opened the fridge and took out a transparent plastic bag, containing large pieces of rosy meat, chicken probably as San pointed out through their telepathic link.

Now he was rummaging through the tool drawer, filling the air with the rattle of the steel cuterly- What happened to the meat tenderizer? - he asked them.

- We’re holding him hostage until you give us your answer- replied San jokingly.

He turned toward them and looked at them deadpan; shooking his head and mumbling something; then he lowered the flame under the vegetables and approached the sink, looking over it.

- I don’t see why we should. It’s a funny story, and it's true.-

He paused for a moment, as if he wanted to create suspense, or give sacredness to the thing- I’m fond of that story, you know. We wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for that. So, do you really want to give it up? - he concluded before returning to the stove.

The brothers looked at each other; it was not easy to associate Godzilla with something romantic, nor he looked the part.

And yet, one how the many things that has surprised them, the more they knew each other, was that Goji actually cares. For the most banal, small, easy-to ignore things. He hold those things to the highest regard and he gets protective over them.

Just like he was doing now.

Ghidorah put a hand to their heart.

They had read, not long ago, about a research, which estabilished that when in a relationship, the partners' hearts begin to beat at the same frequency, almost tuning in.

A belonging without compulsion, natural. A bit like the course of their and Goji’s relationship.

It had developed in a way so natural, like dominoes falling into place.

But the kick-off have been... awkward.

They slipped out of the breakfast nook, turn around the sink and placed themselves behind Godzilla. He was pounding the meat with a ladle wrapped in a cloth. He was ignoring them again. This wouldn’t do.

They stretched their arms behind their back, as if they were to start a set of weights before threw them around Godzilla, enveloping him in a strong embrace; operation a little complicated because of the spikes on his back, but they have grown accustomed to them in time.

Which rose is without thorns after all?

Godzilla found himself stuck, his arms pinned down, while the ladle still in his hand. There was no risk he was going to hit them with it, but never say never. Better act fast.

- We love that story, don’t misunderstand us- said Ichi nuzzling his cheek. -But in short-

- We make ourselves look like totally idiots - echoed Ni.

- And it’s not great when you introduce yourself to someone new. Remember the Christmas party at Anguirus? People were refraining themselves from laughing in our faces- concluded San.

- I don’t see the problem- argued Godzilla, trying to loosen the grip of Ghidorah- My vegetables are gonna burn, we can talk about it, like never again? -

In response, Ghidorah loosened his grip, sliding a hand to caress his side. Under their touch they felt Godzilla shrudder gently, the hand holding the ladle trembling slightly.

- The problem is that, as we have already told you, it does not make us look good. And it seems to us that this makes you look bad in return- continued Ichi, their hand now moving down, to play with the elastic waistband of the shorts Godzilla was wearing.

San and Ni, instead, in perfect synchrony, had started to nuzzle and kiss his exposed gills.

Now Godzilla was panting, resting his weight completely on Ghidorah’s chest; the vegetables in the pan had turned brown.

Too bad he suffered from a severe case of stubbornness- Don’t be immature- he tried to reprimend them despite his shaking voice, - it’s just a story. If you let that stop you from winning the audience then... shit!!! -

Ichi’s hand had slipped a lot further down and was poking at something very sensitive, while with the other one they busied themselves with caressing and groping alla round his body.

At the nuzzling, they had replaced more lascivious kisses and bites (courtesy of Ni), on the throat and shoulders.

An orchestra of need, between groaning and sighing, Godzilla who moaned heartfely , holding with both hands at Ghidorah’s hips while they purred. The ladle had falled with a loud clank, completely ignored

Their hand, not the one busy ravaging in his underwear, now squeezed his throat, lifting his head, forcing Godzilla to look into Ichi’s eyes, darkened with desire.

- You’re really sexy when you’re stubborn- he whispered seductely- but I’m sure that once you listen to all our motivations, you’ll be much more open to our proposition- in the meantime they continued to touch him, making his body grow hotter and hotter.

Godzilla, for his part, had little intention of listening to anyone; he had far more urgent needs to be meet with at the time.

He could only mutter a faint- Pan- pointing to the stove where the vegetables were now blackened.

With a very quick movement for someone of their size, they pulled Godzilla up in their arms to carry him bridal-style and turned off the stove with a sharp movement.

And with the with their beloved they went into their bedroom, where they would plead their cause.

THE END.

If you are seeing this, thank you so much for reading this.

If you like, please consider leave a like or a comment. If you even reblog Thank you in advance. It would means a lot!!! To me, to keep the (digital) ink FLOWING!!!

If you don't, that's ok. I wrote this most catered around what I like.

But inappropiately mean or offensive comments will not be tolerated.

Nobody wins for having the best ship.

IT'S JUST A SHIP, NO REASON TO SHRED BLOOD OVER IT

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taking-thyme · 2 years

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🌿🌿Hedge Witch Guide🌿🌿

What is a Hedge Witch?

While the term ‘Hedge Witch’ means different things to different witches, there are some key traits defining it. Hedge witches almost always practice solitary magic, and don’t often join covens or work with other witches, though this isn’t necessarily a requirement. It involves a deep study of the natural world and spirits. They make their hearth and home the center of their magical activity, and study and work with local flora and wildlife. A Hedge Witch’s most sacred space is typically their home. They practice most of their magic in their daily routine. Hedge Witches are also known to be healers, which feeds into their study of local plants and herbalism. They might also work with a plethora of spirits and deities. But truthfully, a Hedge Witch’s path is as eclectic and unique as the Witch themself!

Why the word “Hedge”?

It could have a few meanings. One interpretation is that, in older times, wise women typically lived outside the edges of the village or town or “just beyond the hedge”, hence the name. But a more popular and widely-known answer is that the “Hedge” refers to the boundary between the living and the dead, or the physical and the spiritual. Hedge Witches serve as emissaries between these worlds, helping both spirits and humans alike. In other words, they “walk” the hedge between two worlds! It can also refer to their practice of studying local plants and wildlife. Hedge Witch practices are similar to Green Witches, Death Witches, Dream Witches and Kitchen/Hearth Witches.

Basic Hedge Witch Practices

Hedge Witchery is all about magic in mundane living, especially in the modern day. Focus on the sacredness of your own actions and incorporate personal magical practices into your everyday life. Here’s some simple ideas from my own practice:

Leave a small jar or dish of honey out for passing spirits, especially those who help you

Study healing magic and practice it when you or a loved one are sick

Keep the house clean and tidy, and focus on the sacredness of your actions while doing so

Name and Talk to your House. Mine’s name is Elizabeth. Greet your house when you walk inside and say Goodbye to it as you leave

Meditate!

Always ask for permission before picking a flower, leaf or plant

Thank your spirit guides, house spirits and local spirits for their help whenever you can or feel like it, especially when you know they've helped you!

Another important part of Hedge Witchery is getting to know the spirits around you, both your spirit guides and local land and house spirits. Work with them, but also make sure to use adequate protection. Spirits are, in many ways, like people - not all will want to hurt you, but you should still be careful until you know them better. Still, you can invite them into your life with songs, poems, offerings and simple invitations. The more kind you are to the good spirits, the more likely they are to offer you protection and help. This might involve:

Studying local plants and sacred areas

Taking care of a garden or houseplants

Doing divination to communicate with them

Taking care of the natural environment around you like protecting the local wildlife and plants

Spend a lot of time out in nature and you’re bound to meet a few helpful spirits!

How do I know if Hedge Witchery is for me?

If you are drawn to working with the natural world, spirits and practicing healing magic, Hedge Witchcraft might be just what you’re looking for! If you’re interested in researching local folklore and flora, prefer to work your magic alone, have a strong connection to plants and the environment, see your house as a sacred space, and want to work with spirits, perhaps consider looking further into becoming a Hedge Witch!

But the most important element is to develop your own practice - no two Hedge Witches, or Witches in general for that matter, will be alike. Find out what works best for you and do that. If that happens to fit a specific path, good for you! If not, don’t worry about it.

Things to check out:

Hedge Witch: A Guide to Solitary Witchcraft by Rae Beth

The Way of the Hedge Witch: Rituals and Spells for Hearth and Home by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Hedgewitch Book of Days: Spells, Rituals, and Recipes for the Magical Year by Mandy Mitchell

Sources

https://www.learnreligions.com/hedge-witch-4768392

#hedge witch #green witch #spirit work #witch #witchblr #witchcraft #kitchen witch #baby witch #witch tips #witches

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Imbolc Pretzel wreath

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For the dough:

500g wheat flour

300g room temperature butter

10g Salt

300 ml lukewarm milk

21 g fresh yeast

1 TL Natron (Soda)

500ml boiling hot water

rock salt

Preparing the dough:

Fill a big bowl with lukewarm milk

crumble in the yeast and salt ->stir until everything has dissolved

add the flour -> mix

Lastly add the butter and knead until everything is combined evenly

Fill another big(er) bowl with a small amount of hot water (not boiling) put the dough bowl into the bowl with water (the water should never touch the dough)

Wet a cloth, put over both bowls and let rest for 30-45 minutes

Part your dough into 3 even parts, part these parts one or two times more

Roll the parts into longer rolls

Take three parts, combine the top parts by pinching them together

Start braiding, hold everything up while you do and pull a little on each strand as you go

When you run out of dough take your other smaller rolls and connect them to your braid just pinching the ends together

(Trust me, it’s easier then 3 big strands )

To finish you braid just pinch the ends together and tuck them under your starting side.

Put your wreath on baking paper and adjust to your likings

Heat your oven to 170°C

Boil 500ml water add in the Natron (soda) (it will be fizzy but no worries)

Boil for 5 minutes, Take a kitchen brush and apply to your wreath. Try to cover as much as possible without it getting soggy

Sprinkle with rock salt

Put in your oven and backe for 30minutes (baking time can vary with your oven)

Take out when it’s golden brown

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Symbolism in this Imbolc Celebration:

Wreaths symbolise nature and have been used to honour the return of the sun and the promise of spring. The wreaths held candles that were lit in hopes of the return of the warmth and the sunlight.

The kitchen is the heart of every household. When you take the time to prepare something with your own hands, it lends sacredness to the meal, and will make you want to spend time savoring it with your family.

Salt is used for magical purposes such as protection, cleansing and healing. In Wicca it symbolises the element Earth.

By @foreverflowercore ♥️

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Chapter 21 Christmas in Velaris

Exerpt: Gwyn was never good at sitting still, instead, she looked through the open door that separated the kitchen and the dining room, where the humongous man stood next to his mom as they washed all the plates in a companionable peacefulness that could only exist from a shared proclivity for silence.

Start here or read chapter 21 here on AO3.

December 24th 17:51

Christmas Eve was holy. Not because of some shared tradition celebrated throughout history. For the Berdarra’s the sacredness stemmed from their promise to each other, which they expressed through the smell of freshly baked cookies, the familiar tunes of Christmas songs, and the exchange of thoughtful gifts. No matter where they were, no matter who they were with, nothing could break that cherished commitment to each other. Until that fateful evening, when Catrin and their mom died, and that commitment lived in a weird place between longing and impossibility.

Every year that passed, Gwyn tried her hardest to change together with her reality. She did everything she was supposed to, she bought the Christmas tree, she baked the cookies, and she sang the Christmas songs- alone, in her apartment. The realization hit hard because it proved that it was not a tradition that made Christmas, it was the shared commitment, it was family.

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With nervous eyes, Gwyn took in the small wooden structure in front of her. The winding road and small forest surrounding the home ensured that nobody would find it unless they knew what to look for. The flower garden in front hinted at skilled hands and a creative mind. Gwyn couldn’t wait to see the flowers in bloom in summer. She would be lying if she said it was for the flowers, and not to see Azriel with rolled up sleeves, working away in the garden alongside his mom- Adelphi Black.

The woman who brought Azriel into this life and for that reason, Gwyn would remain forever grateful for her existence. But as she held Azriel’s scarred hand in hers, she couldn’t push out the sinking anger that mixed with that gratitude. Gwyn understood the complex nature of how those scars came to be, but that didn’t minimize the primal urge that coursed through her veins to protect the man who stood tall next to her.

Gwyn wondered if those thoughts plagued his mind too, but when she looked at him, all she could see was excitement. “Ready, babe?” Gwyn asked lovingly as she caressed his hand.

“I am,” he said with a smile that brightened her day. “Are you?” he asked earnestly.

Gwyn couldn’t help the nerves that overtook her entire body. She knew all her tells- the biting of her lip, the sweaty palms, the nervous tapping of her feet, they all proved once again that knowing wasn’t the same as preventing.

Opinions were a two-way street. Adelphi Black must have opinions about her return too. The question that really made her body ache was almost too painful to acknowledge- would she think Azriel deserved better? That she hurt him too much in the past, that she didn’t deserve a future with her son?

Even though the last weeks had been magical. Some sinking feeling tried to convince her it was all too good to be true. Maybe this was the proof her mind was searching for.

One kiss on her mouth pulled her out of her spiraling thoughts. “She can’t wait to see you again, she’s missed you too,” he reassured her, reading her thoughts as always.

Many dinners were shared before this Christmas dinner- quick microwave dinners on the couch, celebratory dinners, and one-on-one dinners when Azriel’s practice ran late. There even was a time when Gwyn considered Adelphi her second mother- all those times when she needed her quiet wisdom over her own mother’s playful youth.

Although Gwyn missed many people when she had to leave Velaris, Adelphi’s love, patience, and motherly care left a hole that was hard to fill. Impossible. It all added to the significance of Adelphi’s opinion.

With her hand enveloped in his, he knocked on the door and all nerves came crashing back.

She repeated his encouraging words in her mind and let them become an anchor in the turbulent sea of thoughts.

When the door finally opened, a woman with familiar obsidian hair stood in the doorway. “Gwyn, welcome,” Adelphi said with a bright smile that brought small wrinkles around the corners of her deep blue eyes. Gwyn could see exactly where Azriel got his beauty from, both had an unquantifiable magnetism radiating from their being- some invisible force that was equally mysterious as undeniable.

“Thank you for inviting us to your home,” Gwyn offered.

“I’m happy to see you again,” Adelphi said with that same smile, confirming Azriel’s earlier statement. When she looked to her left his eyes said as much, told you.

One playful roll of her eyes told him what she thought of that too.

“Come. Come inside. The food is already on the table. I hope you like meat pies and vegetables,” Adelphi said as she ushered both of them into the warmth of her home.

Azriel kept his large hand on the small of her back as they both walked inside. Gwyn made sure to take in everything- the wooden panels, the lack of mirrors, the cozy rugs, the staircase leading upstairs, and the dog running up to Azriel, excitedly barking into the small hallway. “Shadow, down,” Adelphi said as she tried to pull the excited dog from her son.

Azriel didn’t seem to mind as he crouched down to the black-haired Doberman who didn’t seem to realize his humongous size as he nearly pushed Azriel from his center of gravity.

Gwyn took in the sight in front of her- the careless air that surrounded Azriel, the playful look in his eyes as he looked back at her. The smile that radiated such ease, it took Gwyn’s breath away. She didn’t think she could love him more, but every new day with him proved her wrong.

“Let’s eat, dinner is getting cold,” Adelphi urged slightly worried.

The familiar hand on her back guided her towards the dining room, where the table was beautifully set with three plates, three glasses of wine, and many candles. The room was small, but it only added to the overall coziness of the home. A Christmas tree stood cramped near the window, with Shadow’s pillow in front of it.

Dinner went by in a flash, filled with pleasant conversation and delicious food. “What do you do now?” Adelphi asked between courses. “I own a bookshop,” Gwyn answered. Adelphi shot Azriel a knowing look, “Azriel always loved to read as a child. You could not get him to stop. Especially that one story. What was it again?” She wondered aloud. “That one with the mermaid and the sailor.” Adelphi playfully hit Azriel in his chest as she urged him to help, “I know you know what it’s called, help your poor mother out.”

If Gwyn didn’t know better, she could swear that was a red blush creeping up on Azriel’s cheeks. “The Little Mermaid,” he answered as he cleaned his mouth with a napkin.

Gwyn couldn’t help her laugh, with raised eyebrows she looked at the grown man sitting next to her as she said, “I see you’ve had a thing for redheads for a long time, then?”

“I knew I liked her,” Adelphi said as she looked at Azriel with knowing eyes. Azriel answered with a smile that even radiated to his eyes.

When dinner was finished, both of them stood up to help clean up. “Don’t be silly, you’re a guest, sit,” Adelphi urged. “It’s no trouble,” Gwyn tried, “Sit,” Adelphi urged even more strongly.

Gwyn was never good at sitting still, instead, she looked through the open door that separated the kitchen and the dining room, where the humongous man stood next to his mom as they washed all the plates in a companionable peacefulness that could only exist from a shared proclivity for silence.

With a smile, she stood up from the chair and walked softly up the stairs. Curiosity couldn’t win from civility- she needed to know what Azriel’s childhood bedroom looked like, and if she could still find that book they talked about.

When she finally found the small space, it was like she walked into a museum. Everything looked just like it did when they were still teenagers. From the doorway, Gwyn looked at the one-person bed where they spent many uncomfortable but intimate nights in each other’s arms, the chair where she would sit in his lap as he read them stories, and the closet that offered the privacy they needed for the make-out sessions the open door and Adelphi didn’t permit.

A heady voice took her out of her trance, “Are you also thinking about the closet?” he asked as he put one arm above her and leaned down to look into her eyes.

“Azriel,” she said as she tried to push him out of her vicinity. Her treacherous body wanted the opposite, but her mind knew his mom was wondering what they were doing.

“She’s making dessert,” he answered her thought.

One tantalizing touch up her arm didn’t give her much choice. Neither did her body, which craved for him to further explore it. With one arm she guided him to their old refuge. The space that barely fit Azriel as a teenager, let alone as a full-grown man. “Shit,” he cursed as his head hit one of the many cloth hangers. With two hands she guided his head to her face, where she placed a soft kiss on the afflicted area. “Better?” she asked.

“Better,” he said with a kiss on her mouth.

The kiss quickly deepened when his tongue found hers in a playful fight for dominance. His roving hands explored her body, as her hands remained in his hair. When his hands found her ass, he pulled her even closer. An odd sense that they might get caught washed over her, it did nothing to lessen the desire that coursed through her body, instead the urgency only fanned the flame.

Azriel seemed similarly overtaken with burning passion, as he softly pushed her against the back of the closet and bit her lip. His tongue quickly eased the pain as his hands found her breasts. Quick hands almost unbuttoned her blouse, until a voice from downstairs beckoned them down, “Dessert is ready.”

A guttural groan of protest left Azriel’s mouth, which Gwyn couldn’t help but smile about.

“We’re not done here,” he said as he leaned down in the doorway pulling her back towards him by her hips. Gwyn answered his desperate plea by putting one finger in her mouth, and trailing it slowly down her neck, towards her breasts where he was just abruptly pulled away from, “Dessert waits for no one,” she warned as she walked away from his grasp.

Even though her body screamed to return to her center of gravity, and every step away from him felt like swimming against the stream, she forced herself to walk down the stairs, because she knew how precious family was, and she was grateful to have found hers again.

#gwyn berdara #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwyn acosf #gwyneth berdara #acotar #ao3 fanfic #acotar alternate universe #azriel shadowsinger #a court of silver flames #gwynrielweeks2023

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March 1st

'There is no malice near us; but there is watchfulness, and anger.'

'Well, it has no cause to be angry with me,' said Gimli. 'I have done it no harm.'

'That is just as well,' said Legolas. 'But nonetheless it has suffered harm.'

Love some real underlying awareness of how emotions work with my lord of the rings 🍻 lasting pain is inevitably shared with the people around you who had nothing to do with it, and sensitivity without culpability is important to practice.

'A treacherous weapon is ever a danger to the hand.'

Gandalf says this of Saruman but I should really start saying it about blunt kitchen knives 😒

'Dangerous!' cried Gandalf. 'And so am I, very dangerous: more dangerous than anything you will ever meet, unless you are brought alive before the seat of the Dark Lord.'

Go flex, girl 💗💯💥💫

The others looked at him. A gleam of sun through fleeting clouds fell on his hands, which lay now upturned on his lap: they seemed to be filled with light as a cup is with water. At last he looked up and gazed straight at the sun.

*_* I'm so beguiled by this. Hm. Hm. *shuffles it away for later* Thoughts, anyone, about this part?

'It is a long way for a man to walk, young or old,' said Aragorn. 'I fear the battle will be over long ere I come there.'

'We shall see, we shall see,' said Gandalf. 'Will you come now with me?'

Just like earlier when Gandalf did not reveal his identity for a hot minute, here again is the theme of characters taking leaps of faith. Gandalf could have told them that the return of their horses was likely, but he didn't. It's important that they agree to go even without knowing.

Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he. Now I have walked there, but I will bring no report to darken the light of day. In that despair my enemy was my only hope, and I pursued him, clutching at his heel.

If there's some epic fanfic out there about the nameless things and/or Gandalf's harrowing time among them I'd love to read it.

Also, --I know this is probably very un-tolkienian-- I wonder if Gandalf was stuck down there how he would get out of it. Could he...to put it delicately, abandon his body by his own hand? What would then happen to him? The story would be different I guess, I mean it would never have been written that way. The idea of Gandalf having video game respawn skills through suicide is I think not a concept jirt would have entertained and I agree that's way too lazy for a story like this--nevermind the way it would undermine the Sacredness of Life and Importance of Noble Choices stuff going on all the time...I just wonder though, within the rules of lotr, what would have happened if Gandalf missed his chance of escape from the deep places. And say he did expire alone in the dark and desperate, what would then be? Anyway. Just a rambling thought...

'"A burden you have been," he answered, "but not so now. Light as a swan's feather in my claw you are. The Sun shines through you. Indeed I do not think you need me any more: were I to let you fall, you would float upon the wind."

I love this i love it i love it. And it reminds me of what Gandalf thought about Frodo that morning in Rivendell after the danger of the morgul shard had passed.

Which is double interesting, thinking of Gandalf's story from the Balrog to Lothlórien, and the end of the tale. Hm.

'What then?' said Legolas. 'Would you have her speak openly to you of your death?'

'Yes, if she had naught else to say.'

Sgdjhfkhfk 💚

It was dreary and wearisome. Cold clammy winter still held sway in this forsaken country. The only green was the scum of livid weed on the dark greasy surfaces of the sullen waters. Dead grasses and rotting reeds loomed up in the mists like ragged shadows of long-forgotten summers.

Going in the imagery tag, the way with words extends to unpleasantness, too 😔

Often the grass was so high that it reached above the knees of the riders, and their steeds seemed to be swimming in a grey-green sea.

This too!

#suicide mention #sharpen your knives if you want me to cook with them oh my godddd 😭#food for thought #lotrn301 #lotr newsletter #imagery

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winterandwords · 11 months

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Seven snippets, seven people

Thanks for the tag, @oh-no-another-idea! I'm taking these from Project Darwin, the shelved WIP I'm feeling pulled towards working on again...

The last stubborn leaves clung desperately to the trees against tearing November winds when Darwin Eaves arrived home for the first time in almost a decade. There would have been a certain poetry to the storm having followed her, but the truth is the storm was here first. Perhaps she invited it to stay though, to distract from her own force of disruption. I’m not saying Darwin could command the weather, but I’m also not saying she couldn’t.

A vanishing, a disappearance, is never a one-off event. It aches and lingers with the endless radioactive decay of tragedy until the memory of the person becomes buried under a host of might-have-beens and some leftover if-onlys.

Later that summer, Amber and I were lounging in her back garden on a scratchy blanket with satin edging that we’d stolen from one of the spare bedrooms, drinking cartons of sugary orange juice still cold from the milkman’s truck and playing with the kitten.

I closed the crack in the curtains and imagined Darwin’s mother, gaunt and fluttering, greeting her daughter with a half-melted flurry of unfinished sentences and her father barely acknowledging her with a voice like slate and not even a hand outstretched.

I sat in Darwin’s seat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee that I had stirred three times clockwise, then three times anti-clockwise, before tapping the spoon three times on the rim of the mug and throwing it into the sink. That August, I learned to like the taste of coffee and developed a caffeine habit that no twelve-year-old should have.

The soundtrack to those months was piano music. Sometimes it came as a gentle arpeggio breeze floating to meet the evenings as they began to close in and sometimes a rolling ocean of pure, raw intensity that I later learned was Mrs Eaves playing. I have never been able to equate that aching fullness of sound with her slightness, her compulsive reserve, the almost-apology of her being.

I sat down on the rag-woven rug with cotton string tassels in the middle of the floor and the whole room became my altar, vanilla and cinnamon-scented sacredness, holding its hand protectively over the mouth of a thousand secrets.

Tagging @a-fox-who-writes, @asher-orion-writes, @bright-willow-ravine, @blue-kyber, @dxrlingdaydreams, @happystarfishnightmare and @marthawrites, if you'd like to do it 💜

#my writing #writeblr tags #seven snippets seven people #project darwin

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moonlit-daze · 2 years

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reading drive your plow over the bones of the dead and this quote really reminded me of the tumblr posts about the sacredness of kitchens

- plus i recently moved out and miss my flatmate and our messy kitchen

#love is stored in the kitchen #drive your plow over the bones of the dead #olga tokarczuk #literature #aesthetic #pretty words #i really loved this book #annotations #annotated books #relatable

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carolinayourspiritmaster · 1 year

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Up at 5 to go to the farmers' market, and get the freshest stuff for the kitchen, the apothecary, and the Spirit family; in this house, there is no difference between any of them. Also, starting to add the redwork to my embroidery, and loving it! After a very long week of work, it is time to look inwards, and honour the full moon in Cancer by taking care of the sacredness of the home, and of my folklore and heritage. As a curandera, as the granddaughter of two embroiderers / seamstresses, as a North African, there is no difference for me; I am myself, I am my Ancestry, and I am my home. Wishing you a very Blessed weekend!

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Pico: Okay. There is a traitor in our group and he planted a bomb in the kitchen freezer. Due to the fact that whoever the traitor is defied the sacredness of the pepperoni hot pocket, I have decided to try and weed them out using a bit of... *pulls out a lazer revolver* RNG.

Pico, aiming at Blue: Einey,

*click*

Blue: Oh thank god.

Pico, aiming at Tankman: Meeney,

*click*

Steve: Cock joke.

Pico, aiming at self: Miney,

*click*

Blue: You know, I was hoping that there would be a bullet there.

Pico, aiming at GF: Moe,

*click*

Pico, aiming at Skid: Catch a-

*boom*

Skid: Ow.

JAJGSKDNMJBSKJ OH MY GOD IM DYING this is so funny

#vio talking

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puriwaves · 21 days

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First and foremost, the Jagannath Temple Kitchen is steeped in tradition, preserving age-old cooking methods passed down through generations. In a world of modern conveniences, this kitchen remains a bastion of , where traditional techniques reign supreme. From the careful selection of ingredients to the meticulous preparation of dishes, every aspect of cooking in this kitchen is imbued with a sense of reverence and sacredness.

#jayjayshrijagannath #mahaprasad

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yes-sikorskiy-yuriy · 7 months

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“I WARN MY FAMILY IS SACRED” - AUTHOR: FILOMENA, I recommend placing a framed picture in the kitchen. Kitchen is the magic of seasonings and food - energy for the body. The quality of food plays a major role in the life of an individual. Good luck Yuri.

BECOME "I WARN MY FAMILY IS SACRED" -AUTHOR:FILOMENA

Runes in the middle:

2 Manasa is two people, in our case a man and a woman Gebo - union of two people Algiz - under the cover of higher powers Gebo - union of two people Ansuz – thoughts and consciousness that are harmonious and loving each other Vunye - the joy of life together

The hexagon consists of the letters of a beggar tramp: 2 letters T, 2 letters R, 2 letters P

Disclaimer: This runic stave protects my family, me and my husband from all kinds of troubles, gossip and envy and from magical influences. This runic pattern protects me and my husband, our relationships and family from magical influences. Becoming maintains joy and love in our family. Those who want to do mischief, becoming a warning about the sacredness of me and my husband, and our union. Those who do not understand are punished with heart attacks. Becoming sends all magical attacks to enemies, enemies and envious people. Becoming works on the energy of the attackers. Stav works without harm to the mental and physical health of me and my husband and our family, as well as without harm to our well-being. The stav starts working instantly from the moment of activation and ends after burning with gratitude. Let it be so!

Comment from dear Vannadis:

The stave turned out great. The letters were used wonderfully, they are ideal for resolving such situations, the center of the stave turned out to be very good, you chose the runes correctly, connected them correctly, and the hexagon shape of the stave itself is very well suited as a protective symbol. Everything worked out great, despite the fact that the protection looks light and its effect itself is easy for those on whom it is placed, if they try to influence it, it will roll back so that it won’t seem like much. You did a great job of achieving lightness and at the same time harsh, tough action for those who do nasty things. The clause was written perfectly, I would just like to add just a little here in terms of magical effects on my relationship, family, me or my husband. That is, it would reveal a little more about those aspects for which you are most worried. But you can leave it like that, it’s not a mistake, it’s just that if it’s important, you can add it.

#graphic magic #runic magic #магия

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gazrgaley · 9 months

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Sin eater (part 3, chapter 1)

The subsequent weeks weighed heavily on Richard, each day stretching on as if time itself had slowed to a grinding halt. With every passing moment, the pit of despair that had taken hold of his soul grew deeper and more suffocating. Numbness, like a thick fog, enveloped his entire being, rendering him insensible to the world around him. Sleep became an elusive luxury, denied to him by the haunting specters of grief and anguish that plagued his restless mind.

Devoid of appetite, Richard renounced any pretense of being a human with basic needs. The mere notion of sustenance held no appeal to him, for he had lost the capacity to derive pleasure from the act of eating. Like a wandering specter, he mindlessly meandered through the streets of the town, his footsteps devoid of purpose or direction. His eyes, now glazed over with a vacant emptiness, mirroring the hollowness that consumed him from within.

Richard existed as a mere shell of his former self, disconnected from the rhythms of life that once sustained him. His body moved mechanically, propelled by some invisible force, while his spirit remained adrift in a desolate void. He resembled a lost soul, trapped between the realms of the living and the dead, unable to find solace or belonging in either.

In this state of profound desolation, Richard roamed the town, a haunting presence that stirred whispers and fearful glances from those who crossed his path. He had become a ghostly apparition, an embodiment of sorrow and despair, forever trapped in a twilight existence that bore no resemblance to the person he once was.

As Richard carried out his duties as a sin eater, his actions held no meaning, devoid of any connection to the solemn task at hand. He mindlessly partook of the essence of the recently departed, his senses dulled, scarcely caring for the sacredness of the ritual. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the hollowness and emptiness that lay beneath.

The weight of his dear friend Joseph's betrayal bore down upon him with an unbearable force, tearing through the very fabric of his emotional being. It shattered his core, leaving him adrift in a desolate sea of emptiness and despair. The act of consuming the sins of others, once a source of solace and purpose, now held no significance. It was as if Richard himself had become a vessel drained of all meaning and purpose, lost in the darkness of his friend's ultimate betrayal.

Until now, Joseph had tended to their financial matters, and Richard was shaken to discover that he had been compensated for his role as a sin eater all these years.

Dwelling in Joseph's abode, he awaited the arrival of debt collectors, refusing to answer the door, cowering in fear when they would knock on the door. It was only when the men finally departed did Richard emerge, taking the notes that were pinned to the door. His eyes fell upon the scattered papers that started to pile upon the table, revealing the magnitude of his indebtedness.

With the funds he possessed, Richard could have easily settled the debt, yet he hesitated. Contemplating his next course, he pondered whether to cling to Joseph's tainted dwelling or retreat to the desolate wilderness he once called home. Each option rents his soul asunder, inflicting unbearable torment.

Remaining within the abode he had shared with Joseph became an anguishing torment, as every nook and cranny bore witness to memories besmirched by Joseph's final utterance: "I despise you, always have." Richard continued to drift through each day, his actions mechanical, oblivious to the world around him.

Night after night, he concocted plans for escape, only to find himself inexorably drawn back to the sole haven he had known for over four decades. On one such night, he sat motionless in the kitchen, bereft of the ability to discern the passage of time. The pounding on the door shattered his desolate reverie, and his mind inferred the relentless debt collectors, demanding their due. Richard still lacked the strength to confront them.

With the knowledge that he possessed the means to settle his debt, Richard found himself caught in the suffocating grip of indecision. Paralyzed by self-pity and sorrow, he remained rooted in his desolate state, unable to break free from the shackles that bound him. The relentless pounding on the door intensified, reverberating through the air, yet Richard could not muster the will to rise from his somber perch.

If only he could find the strength to hasten his movements, to confront the world outside, he might be able to immerse himself in the solace of solitude and despair, seeking refuge from the harsh reality that plagued him. The pounding persisted, accompanied by the urgent shouts demanding his compliance, yet Richard remained ensnared within his own inner turmoil, gripped by a paralyzing inertia that seemed impossible to overcome.

Then, with a resounding crash, the door splintered, sundered by an unseen force. Several men burst in, brandishing weapons. Richard was taken aback, deeming their excessive show of force incongruous with mere debt collectors.

"Where is he? Where is the demon?" barked one of the men, their words barely piercing Richard's clouded thoughts. It was in that moment, when one of them lunged forward with malicious intent, that the horrifying truth finally seeped into his consciousness like a chilling mist. These men were not driven by a pursuit of riches, but by an insatiable thirst for his very life. The realization struck him with a jolt. The demon they were looking for was him.

Instinctively, Richard sprung to his feet and kicked the chair he had been sitting in, sending it flying in the direction of one of his attackers. With a surge of adrenaline, he sought sanctuary behind a sturdy door, narrowly avoiding a thunderous gunshot that pierced the air. The cacophony of chaos grew as a relentless onslaught ensued, with a few more intruders forcefully breaching the front entrance. Blocking the second exit, Richard's only option was to scramble up the stairs.

"The demon has been feasting upon the deceased! Seize him!" echoed the chilling cry of one of the men, piercing Richard's ears as he hurled himself through the narrow opening of the second-story window. The fragmented shards of glass shimmered in the moonlight, dancing momentarily in the air, before cascading to the ground below. As the wind brushed against his face, a stark awakening coursed through his veins, shattering any remnants of denial. The truth now stood irrefutable, casting a damning light upon his own careless actions and the consequences they bore.

Reluctantly, he acknowledged the harsh reality that lay before him, an unyielding truth that could no longer be ignored. The remnants of his shattered existence, like broken shards of glass, could no longer hold him. With a heavy heart, he made the painful decision to embark on a new journey, bidding farewell to the familiar abode that had sheltered him for so long. The place he once called home would now become a mere memory, a relic of a past life left behind in the annals of time.

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Green Witchcraft

An Introduction

A green witch is one who moves with the rhythms of the earth, transitioning through the seasons and celebrating each turn of the wheel. They live in harmony with elemental energy, respecting the sacredness of the earth and reveling in the bounty of nature. They appreciate the earth as a living entity, a divine being and sustainer of life. Followers of the green path may dedicate themselves to protection of the environment by giving back and never taking more than they need. Often, green witches will study herbalism so that they may utilize the medicinal and beneficial properties of plants. They may forage in the local wilderness for bark, berries, leaves and seeds that can be used in their craft. A green witch may study the flora and fauna of their immediate environment, understanding the behavioral patterns of wildlife and seasonal growth cycles.

Part of the beauty of witchcraft lies in the freedom of the individual to walk their own path without being given a specific set of 'rules' to follow. While this does provide space for your own individuality, it can sometimes leave witches wondering where to start. As with other facets of witchcraft, green witchcraft has no central doctrine. One witch's green path may look different from someone else's, and that's perfectly ok. You will also see an overlap between kitchen witchery and hedge witchery amongst others. Again, this is all part of the rich tapestry of witchcraft. These labels exist to help guide us, not to define us or keep us in a box. Afterall, you can wear more than one hat.

There is no initiation into the practice of green witchery; if you know it in your heart to be the path that calls to you, that is enough. Whether you live in a cottage in the forest or an apt in the city, you can be a green witch. Nature always finds a way to thrive which means no matter where you reside, you will be able to connect with this earthly energy. Perhaps you will grow a herb garden on a windowsill, or fill your home with houseplants. The aspects that define a green witch are a desire to live harmoniously with the natural rhythms around us. This can mean eating seasonal foods, whether they be purchased or foraged, resting more during the dark half of the year and planting your seeds in the spring. A green witch is inclined to do as little harm as possible to the environment so they may take a keen interest in recycling, litter picking and activism for the protection of natural spaces.

The simple act of walking through a natural space can be deeply restorative to the green witch. A forest or a local park, anywhere that nature thrives can feed your soul and fuel your magick by absorbing the beautiful energy that is to be found around trees and wildlife. There is tranquility and stillness in the solitude of nature as you breathe deeply of the rich aromas that surround you, taking in the beauty of plants and trees. Embrace the healing, creative power of nature.

Tune in to the Wheel of the Year

When Using the wheel of the year as a guide, pay attention to the way that seasonal shifts affect your environment. At the equinoxes, solstices and cross-quarter days, observe the patterns of foliage shedding or growth, the amount of daylight and the way the air feels. Record how these changes make you feel and how it affects the spirit of the land. Notice too, where the sun rises and sets depending on the time of the year.

Research Genius Loci for Your Area

The concept can be found in Roman mythology, but in a contemporary sense it relates to the energy that resides in a particular location and could be thought of as a personification of the spirit of the land. Look up folk lore for your region or visit nature reserves to find out about the history. You could even gain a sense of the energy of your environment by spending time in nature and paying attention to how you feel.

Curate Your Own Apothecary

Create your own apothecary of dried flowers, herbs and spices that can be used to brew tisanes (herbal teas), used in cooking, added to spell bags and used in ritual baths. Learn as much as you can about each item, understanding its properties and uses in witchcraft. Spend time curating your collection so you can develop your own understanding of nature's gifts.

Create A Green Witch Altar

Create an altar to nature that shifts with the seasons. Adorn it with the gifts that can be found outdoors, such as pine cones, acorns, chestnuts and flowers. An altar can be as simple or as elaborate as you desire; focus on making an arrangement that pleases you and reflects your personal connection to the earth.

Craft with found Gems

Use natural items in your craft. In green witchcraft, there is a focus on using the gifts of the land as they appear to you. Collect fallen branches and twigs, pebbles, feathers and seed pods as you find them. Branches can be fashioned into wands, crafted into a mini besom, or tied together with twine to make protective talismans in the shape of a pentagram. Pine grows abundantly in many parts of the world, so fallen pine needles can be dried then tied into bundles to create smoke cleansing wands.

Identify Plant Species

Identify the species of plants that grow close to you and learn as much as you can about them. With a notebook and pen make a record of what you can observe for later research. Pay attention to leaf shapes, fruits, flowers and berries that grow as these will assist your research. A plant identification app can assist you with this, but further in depth research using published texts will help you make subtle distinctions.

Live Seasonally

Participate in seasonal practices, such as pruning your plants in the summer, foraging for fallen nuts in the autumn and working with specific herbs when they are in season. If you grow your own herb garden or plant food, you can utilize the plants you have tended in your craft, or you could even visit a farm that allows you to pick your own food.

Connect With the Earth

Get outside as much as you can. In the colder months, this could be taking a thermos of tea out for a wintery walk and enjoying the scenery, whereas the warmer months are a wonderful time to sit on the grass and ground, feeling the earth beneath your feet. When sitting on the ground isn't practical, just placing your hand on a tree trunk can be an act of grounding.

Herb Magick & Uses for Herbs

Add dried herbs to dishes that you cook to infuse it not only with flavor, but the energy of the herb.

Brew the herbs in boiling water to create a tisane (tea). This can be for the medicinal benefits of the herb or the metaphysical. Elderberry tisane, for example, can be healing for coughs and colds.

Infuse in Apple Cider Vinegar for several weeks, strain out, then add honey to create an oxymel. An oxymel is a potion created with a 50:50 ratio of honey and vinegar and is taken by the teaspoon for its medicinal qualities.

Create anointing oils for medicinal or ritual benefits by infusing the herbs in oil before straining them out. Add to a bath sachet, by fastening a bundle of herbs inside a piece of muslin fabric, tying it up, then adding it to your hot bathwater.

Dress a candle by first coating the wax in a light layer of oil, then roll it over a plate of dried herbs. This is useful in spells or as an offering to your deity.

Create a simmer pot

A selection of aromatic herbs are brewed low and slow in hot water, in order to release a steam that contains the essence of the herbs. This fills your home with a beautiful aroma and the essence of the plant.

How to Dry Herbs

1. Collect your herbs whilst they are still in the bud stage, before flowering. Be careful not to crush or bruise the plant too much.

2. Gently rinse them in cold water to remove any insects or debris, and carefully shake them dry.

3. Durable herbs such as Thyme, Sage and Rosemary can be tied into bundles around the stem and left to dry indoors. Avoid direct sunlight, but place them in a warm, dry area.

4. Softer, more tender herbs with a high moisture content will need to be dried in much smaller bundles to allow them to dry quickly. This includes Mint, Basil, and Oregano. Place the small bunches suspended inside a paper bag that has been ventilated with holes, and place it somewhere with good airflow.

5. Once the leaves of the herb are dry and crispy, it is time to prepare them for storage. You may store them as whole pieces, or crush them roughly with your hand so that they fit the container.

6. To use the herbs in cooking and spellcraft, you may wish to grind them further using a pestle and mortar.

Simmer Pot Recipes

Simmer 2 liters of water on a low heat.

Never leave a boiling pot unattended.

Do not allow the pot to boil dry.

Fall Magick

Cinnamon sticks x 3

Clove x 6

Star Anise x 6

Orange slices x 3

Sun Burst

Mint Sprigs x 3

Rosemary x 3

Lime Slices x 4

Ginger Pieces x 3

Spring Refresher

Lavender Sprig x 3

Thyme Sprig x 3

Lemon Slices x 3

Grapefruit Slices x 3

Green Witch Activity ideas

Herbalism: Learn about the medicinal uses for plants

Aromatherapy: Use essential oils to make potions

Botany: Grow and nurture a seedling to fruition

Plant Communication: Connect with the spirit of a plant

Natural Craft: Make decorations and tools using natural finds Observe: Discover what grows close

to you and learn about its cycles

Connect: Simply spend time in the outdoors, appreciating the earth and all it's beauty.

Blessed be!

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