Thank Y'all For Visitin'

You there, in the front row, why don't you rise on up and see what the future holds? (Independent roleplay blog for Gideon Gleeful.  Please see about and rules!)

[clumsycuphead-archive]

liloleglee‌:

The tall man raised his eyebrows before letting out a gentle, easy laugh.

“Ah, don’t y’all worry ‘bout botherin’ nobody. Ain’t nobody here but me. ‘Fact, I oughta thank my lucky stars you came on by. Funny how the cheapest storefront don’t lend itself to much business. Does let the local cat population roam around like a pack ‘a barn cats, though, tell ya what. Snowy’s mama had kittens right here in the cellar, and I’ll be damned if they don’t plum run the place.”

The same light steps carried the man over to the tarot table, as if he were deliberately attempting to soften his own footfall. Aside from that, however, the man stood straight, as gently confident as a neighborhood pastor.

“Anyway, you could say the same for your accent - nice to meet another American over ‘cross the pond! Now, you said this set here…”

He settled himself on a chair behind the glass case full of large geodes and intricate pendulums and set the colorful deck to the left of the register.

“These’re plenty clear. Your friend’s friend’ll get some good, honest readings out of ‘em. Not to mention, decks ya give as gifts tend to be good luck,” he paused long enough to give a beaming smile in Norman’s direction. “Then again, most everything from back home tends to be good luck. Or very, very bad luck, if you end up waist-deep in the wrong swamp.”

clk-ching

“Fifteen pounds even there, Mr…?”

Norman gulps a little and tries to force himself to relax, nothing about this guy had been threatening, he was just really big. James looked threatening but you could spook the man into running with a popped balloon, size didn’t equate danger. 

The boy listens with a slight tilt of his head, makes sense to be honest, had he not been chasing the kitten he wouldn’t have given the storefront a second glance. Still, he had to have some customers right? How else would he stay in business? 

“There are a lot of cats around here…” He agrees quietly, only just keeping from adding ‘I know a few’ as they were less like…these cats. 

Norman was very well versed in body language though, and he was a bit curious as he noted the continued soft footfalls of the man, it didn’t match his stature, why would someone so big try to step so quietly like they were mismatched somehow? It was strange… Then again the living were as odd and unique as the dead, maybe he had been a dancer or something, they would walk softly right? 

Unless you were Mabel blasting down the hallway trying to resurrect the thriller dance.

He nods his agreement as he moves closer to watch the man shift items about to get the deck, and he reaches into his hoodie to fish out the somewhat crumpled little bundle of notes he had. They were supposed to be for lunch but he just forgot, maybe a good thing in retrospect. 

“G…Good luck is what I’m aiming for…” He felt a little chill at the bad luck statement, but shook it off. “Not in the wrong…swamp here…right sir?” He ventures as he holds up a twenty pound note.

“O-oh… Norman… My name’s Norman…” He internally curbs the ‘a psychic would have known that’ voice in his head.

“And… And yours…?” 

[liloleglee]

Aha.

“Well now,” he began, popping open the register drawer and gently taking the note, “That all depends on whatcha call bad luck. Different for everybody. Personally, though, i think this is a nice li’l home away from home, and I do hope you’ll feel just the same. Either way, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Babcock.”

He took a moment to wink as he passed the £5 back over to the boy.

“My name is Gilbert Blithe. Y’all can call me Mr. Blithe, or Gilly, or whatever comes natural. Now let’s see...”

He slid the box open and tipped out the cards, flipping them and spreading them across the counter.

“Fool, Magician, High Priestess...” he murmured, sliding through the cards as he counted. “... 2 of coins, ace of coins. All here, son, you’re all set.”

Mr. Blithe collected the cards and tapped the deck on the glass.

“Now, I know this is a gift deck, but would y’all like a readin’ with it anyway?”

[liloleglee]

clumsycuphead‌:

Norman was beginning to think that his previous suspicion that it was casual pet-to-owner banter without any real understanding had been accurate. Of course this psychic couldn’t be understanding his cat, psychic powers didn’t work like that…right? 

What did he know, he was medium, different sort of thing. 

Still, by the sound of it, the kitten–Snowy apparently– would be fine. A sprain would heal on it’s own. The owner had been able to tell by looking, not because he was psychic and the cat told him. Right? So he could take his leave maybe before… 

Oh, nope he could hear the psychic himself coming now, no stealthy escape now. 

The skittish empath couldn’t help his shoulders slightly tensing all the same when the curtain parted, a habit when interacting with the living if he wasn’t familiar that he still couldn’t fully shake.

He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t someone nearly as tall as the one that stepped through the curtain.

Norman’s thin shoulders stiffened further and he took an automatic step or two back. This guy was huge, he could only immediately think of the neighbor James being the only person he knew who might be taller, and even then just barely. Maybe he had just pictured someone of diminutive stature, not the Hulk ready to tell your fortune. It took his head a moment to catch up with what had been said, and felt further out of his element. 

Well maybe there’s cameras? A lot of cameras…? His brain was struggling for a moment on a proper reaction and he forced himself to take a slow breath. It was fine, this was fine. 

“I… I-I…oh. Y-your accent you… You’re not from…” He shakes his head, mentally chastising himself to get it together. So this psychic was really, really big, didn’t mean trouble right? 

“Sorry I… I had wanted to make sure about uh…Snowball. She seemed…too small to be out and…” His blue eyes dart slightly, the automatic reflex to look for any clinging ghosts that might tell him more about a person than their words could. Its quick, before he’s looking back toward the tarot cards, hoping maybe the action could be shrugged off as nervous shyness. 

“Th…They’re nice cards… My friends friend is…into them. I have enough… Can I get the set…set for fifteen? Then I’ll uh… get out of your way…”

The tall man raised his eyebrows before letting out a gentle, easy laugh.

“Ah, don’t y’all worry ‘bout botherin’ nobody. Ain’t nobody here but me. ‘Fact, I oughta thank my lucky stars you came on by. Funny how the cheapest storefront don’t lend itself to much business. Does let the local cat population roam around like a pack ‘a barn cats, though, tell ya what. Snowy’s mama had kittens right here in the cellar, and I’ll be damned if they don’t plum run the place.”

The same light steps carried the man over to the tarot table, as if he were deliberately attempting to soften his own footfall. Aside from that, however, the man stood straight, as gently confident as a neighborhood pastor.

“Anyway, you could say the same for your accent - nice to meet another American over ‘cross the pond! Now, you said this set here...”

He settled himself on a chair behind the glass case full of large geodes and intricate pendulums and set the colorful deck to the left of the register.

“These’re plenty clear. Your friend’s friend’ll get some good, honest readings out of ‘em. Not to mention, decks ya give as gifts tend to be good luck,” he paused long enough to give a beaming smile in Norman’s direction. “Then again, most everything from back home tends to be good luck. Or very, very bad luck, if you end up waist-deep in the wrong swamp.”

clk-ching

“Fifteen pounds even there, Mr...?”

[liloleglee]

clumsycuphead‌:

Of course it was dark, that would add to the effect right? It still annoyed him on some level, it felt a bit like trying to hide something. The incense wasn’t as thick as it could have been, though he wasn’t a fan himself of too many distracting smells, it wasn’t unpleasant but not something he particularly enjoyed. Then he saw one of the books and he couldn’t suppress the urge to roll his eyes. “…Ugh.”  But maybe he was being cynical, he had always been a bit on the pessimistic side when it came to the living, and while recent life experiences were improving that it was something he automatically fell back on. He was attracted to the display and it’s tarot decks, he knew little of them himself but they were interesting. He recalled Mabel mentioning Grenda getting a budding interest in them… 

Before he could muse on what he had in terms of money in his pocket and even entertain the thought of seeing if they were for sale he froze like a deer in the headlights hearing the cat. 

And someone talking to it

So this shop wasn’t as empty as it had seemed, the further he listened though the more it seemed as if the voice was carrying a coherent conversation with the kitten. Though… it could be just human to pet banter but all the same, maybe the person was the real deal and cats fell under that umbrella of abilities. Either way the kitten was getting cared for…

The boy took a small step backwards, maybe that was his cue to go, it was taken care of right? There was something that was starting to get him on edge and he wasn’t sure what. He tried to recall if it was something related to what Dipper may have told him but that would be a hard sell, Dipper told him a *lot* of things, some stuck out more than others.

He took a deep breath, he was probably just psyching himself out, he was realizing now that the usual murmuring undercurrent of the dead seemed somewhat muffled here, maybe that’s what was setting him off is all. He should make sure the kitten was okay.  “Um… Excuse me…?” 

The voice gave a thoughtful hum.

“You just got yourself a li’l sprain there, Snowy. You been jumpin across gutters again?”

mrrrrow

Something behind the curtain gently rang - wind chimes? - as a chair scooted backward.

“Y’all go on downstairs and get some rest and it’ll be better in two shakes. Your mama’s been worried sick.”

prrrrrr...

Light footfalls with a good amount of weight behind them crossed several wooden boards on the other side of the curtain, and something was set on the ground. Leisurely, the same steps crossed the distance back toward the front of the curtain, and with a gentle whoosh, the velvet parted.

“I beg your pardon there, son. I sure do appreciate you makin’ sure Snowball got home okay. She’s a li’l rascal.

“Now then, about them tarot decks. Those go for £10 apiece, all except the mardi gras one. That one’s only made in the French Quarter, so it goes for £15.”

[trickormemes]

One Word Writing Prompts [pt. 4]

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🎆 for a random number instead.

01. — energy 02. — scented 03. — uncharted 04. — acute 05. — infinity 06. — trusted 07. — cherry 08. — secondhand 09. — teal 10. — notebook 11. — brush 12. — cookie 13. — grow 14. — acidic 15. — needy 16. — flora 17. — lemonade 18. — system 19. — raw 20. — welcome 21. — corrupt 22. — nail 23. — assault 24. — tooth 25. — fuel 26. — waiting 27. — goofy 28. — undress 29. — pie 30. — diligent 31. — undesirable 32. — trinket 33. — earsplitting 34. — cinnamon 35. — ambush 36. — pop 37. — rosy 38. — adagio 39. — bunny 40. — potent 41. — chopped 42. — shot 43. — ginger 44. — handle 45. — betrayal 46. — tape 47. — bubblegum 48. — charm 49. — bind 50. — grace

[theladymorganlefay]

[mmothsquared]

(Reminder that if you’re not native you can’t smudge, but other than that is some great info)

[clumsycuphead-archive]

liloleglee‌:

Unfortunately, the kitten seemed to have done a disappearing act of its own.

The other side of the dumpster, much like the short side street the alley opened up to, was deserted. The dark faces of the cobblestone walkway reflected the little moisture they had gathered and provided the slightest bit of grounding to the otherwise darkened street. Just across the street to one side, a small glass shop front blinked with the only signs of life. The neon lights reflected an almost sickly blue into the surrounding fog.

Palmistry — Tarot — See Your Fortune — Walk-ins Welcome! — Runes — Clairvoyant

mnneeeeew…

A pitiful but clear noise called out from the darkness of the psychic’s ajar door. Incense smoke flowed from the crack in waves as something disrupted its path to join the foggy street, but nothing else indicated that anyone was actively running the gaudy establishment at this time of night.

Weak scratching sounds trickled from the shelf just inside the window.

mmmew…?

Norman scrunched his nose up in confusion, how had the kitten vanished so fast when it had seemed to be hurt? Some part of him was really hoping that the ghost that accompanied him hadn’t left and was still somewhere out of sight but within shouting distance. The constant murmur of the dead meant ghosts were around but… He had learned being around the twins that something could always be weird and unexpected or dangerous, and it wouldn’t hurt to have a ghost for backup, just because ghosts were around they may not always respond to a call for help.  Humming in confusion as he straightened up again, the boy found his eyes drawn automatically to the shop front, how could he miss it? The somewhat gaudy neon stuck out like a sore thumb in the otherwise drab landscape.  “Clairvoyant huh…” He allowed himself a small grin, as if sharing some private in joke. Clairvoyants shared the same mental space for him as other Mediums, sure there were others like him who could see ghosts, but there were far more people that claimed they could when they were just guessing. He was sure there were actual people who could see the future and the like, it would be ridiculous not think so, but he also chalked the odds of someone being legit up to minimal. “Wonder if you’re the real deal…” The boy murmured to himself, though he was pulled from his thoughts hearing the sound of the very creature he was looking for.  How had that kitten gotten this far this fast on that leg? Something wasn’t adding up, his horror movie experience and past experiences had him wary.  But that curiosity that so often got him into trouble…  “Just… got to get that kitten… In and out.” Norman mumbled, maybe more to himself as he looked about before rushing for the door of the shop, slowly creeping it open.  He figured he wouldn’t need to announce himself, a clairvoyant would know he was coming right?

[liloleglee]

The shop, while not nearly as brightly as one would hope an open shop to be, was lit with an assortment of candles and salt lamps. Racks along the walls held everything from baskets full of crystals to free-hanging drying herbs to how-to books on summoning the sensual pirate ghost of your dreams. Along the main counter, at least 3 incense burners glowed with sticks and cones of poppy and vanilla, filling the space just enough without becoming overpowering. A large display toward the center showcased a number of intricately decorated tarot decks in various themes: rabbits, international urban legends, stars and moons, even mardi gras masks.

—nnyao?

“Now where in the Sam Hell did y’all get to? And just what did you do to your leg?”

... rrrt...

Just behind a star-patterned velvet curtain toward the back, a smooth baritone voice drawled to an almost bashful kitten.

“A likely story. Let me take a look here...”

[clumsycuphead-archive]

liloleglee‌:

From the dented trash can that it had hidden behind, the small cat stared out at him in silent study. Tentatively, it padded out, one hesitant step after another, neck stretching out for a cautious sniff.

Moments later, the kitten’s eyes wandered toward the spiritual companion, and it immediately startled. The fur around its neck instantly bristled, and its back bowed, trying in vain to seem much larger than it was.

mmnnnnnnyeaaaahhhhh…

It took just enough time to give a weak hiss before taking off again, this time making it behind a dumpster near the other side of the alleyway before having to rest.

The kitten certainly wasn’t intimidating by any means, being as small as it was, but the noise was still sort of surprising in a small sort of way.  “Ah–wait…” He frowned a little, then it clicked and he gave a small ‘oh’ of understanding, looking over his shoulder. Animals could see spirits too, to varying extents anyway. Cats and dogs were the most sensitive in his experience, his companion would cause unease.  He straightened up and looked toward the ghost waiting patiently.  “It can see you… and it’s afraid. Maybe…?” He trailed off, not sure how to phrase it without seeming rude that if he was to get the kitten, it may be best that the spirit not be in its line of sight.  Luckily the ghost in question seemed to read between the lines and Norman was relieved when he got a small nod and wave from his companion before he drifted out of sight. He didn’t know if he left or was just waiting out of the view of the kitten, either way it should help.  “Here kitty…it’s okay.” He tried again, slowly approaching where the kitten had taken refuge. “He won’t hurt you… But he’s going to make sure not to scare you…okay?” His small hand extended again.  “Let me help you.”

[liloleglee]

Unfortunately, the kitten seemed to have done a disappearing act of its own.

The other side of the dumpster, much like the short side street the alley opened up to, was deserted. The dark faces of the cobblestone walkway reflected the little moisture they had gathered and provided the slightest bit of grounding to the otherwise darkened street. Just across the street to one side, a small glass shop front blinked with the only signs of life. The neon lights reflected an almost sickly blue into the surrounding fog.

Palmistry — Tarot — See Your Fortune — Walk-ins Welcome! — Runes — Clairvoyant

mnneeeeew...

A pitiful but clear noise called out from the darkness of the psychic’s ajar door. Incense smoke flowed from the crack in waves as something disrupted its path to join the foggy street, but nothing else indicated that anyone was actively running the gaudy establishment at this time of night.

Weak scratching sounds trickled from the shelf just inside the window.

mmmew...?

[liloleglee]

@clumsycuphead sent in a YELLOW starter for a scary prompt

———

There he is.

There he is.

It took a few times doubling back and pretending he’d forgotten something, but now there was no doubt in his mind.

That spiky, obnoxiously vertical hair. The tired, roving eyes. The nervous slump to his shoulders. The twitchy ghost of a smile at no obvious stimulus. The lamplight of a twilit London didn’t make anything easier, but he had enough for a positive ID.

Oh, well. At least a fog was rolling in.

mneew

A snow-white kitten hovered near the mouth of the alley, trying and failing to seek shelter from the threatened rain. It mewled sadly, ears pinned back and eyes skyward, before it noticed the boy wandering by. Instantly, the small creature was on its feet. Then just as quickly, it was on its side, one of its back legs betraying the small kitten’s weight.

The kitten’s eyes looked plaintively upward and locked on the boy’s. It feebly limped down the alleyway, its short tail tucked as much as it could be between its legs.

[clumsycuphead-archive]

Norman smiled politely to a spirit that accompanied him from his latest visit to the nearest graveyard. This one was a newer spirit, he could always tell.  They weren’t quite fully acclimated to being dead, and had a habit of following the living like lost ducklings. Those spirits who had the time to get used to being dead were often polite but content to haunt where he had found them in the first place.  He nodded his sympathies as he was regaled with tales of a gruesome accident involving a double decker bus. It explained the appearance of the spirit that was recounting the tale of his death in gruesome detail, but he had seen and heard  some pretty stomach churning things with his experience with the dead, he was largely unphased.  “Well… You avoided the ticket.” He stated blandly with a raised eyebrow, a flash of a smile on his face at the delighted laughter the comment drew from his largely invisible companion. The boy was distracted though at another noise that drew his attention, one that lacked the slightly echoing quality the voices of the dead carried.  Norman came to a stop and looked around before spotting the source, a flash of white against the otherwise drab grey of the landscape around them. “Oh…!”  He was nothing if not observant, and he noticed the limp immediately, it prompted him to close the gap to prevent the tiny creature from having to exert itself reaching him, he then crouched and held a hand out to the kitten.  “There there now… It’s okay… Come here little guy. I can get you some help… Lets take a look at you…” He hardly even noticed his ghostly companion hung back, observing curiously from a distance. 

[liloleglee]

From the dented trash can that it had hidden behind, the small cat stared out at him in silent study. Tentatively, it padded out, one hesitant step after another, neck stretching out for a cautious sniff.

Moments later, the kitten’s eyes wandered toward the spiritual companion, and it immediately startled. The fur around its neck instantly bristled, and its back bowed, trying in vain to seem much larger than it was.

mmnnnnnnyeaaaahhhhh...

It took just enough time to give a weak hiss before taking off again, this time making it behind a dumpster near the other side of the alleyway before having to rest.

[liloleglee]

@clumsycuphead sent in a YELLOW starter for a scary prompt

———

There he is.

There he is.

It took a few times doubling back and pretending he’d forgotten something, but now there was no doubt in his mind.

That spiky, obnoxiously vertical hair. The tired, roving eyes. The nervous slump to his shoulders. The twitchy ghost of a smile at no obvious stimulus. The lamplight of a twilit London didn’t make anything easier, but he had enough for a positive ID.

Oh, well. At least a fog was rolling in.

mneew

A snow-white kitten hovered near the mouth of the alley, trying and failing to seek shelter from the threatened rain. It mewled sadly, ears pinned back and eyes skyward, before it noticed the boy wandering by. Instantly, the small creature was on its feet. Then just as quickly, it was on its side, one of its back legs betraying the small kitten’s weight.

The kitten’s eyes looked plaintively upward and locked on the boy’s. It feebly limped down the alleyway, its short tail tucked as much as it could be between its legs.

[unexplained-events]

Egyptian Effigy ‘Voodoo’ Doll, Circa 3rd-4th Century AD

This small clay effigy doll was discovered in Egypt in a terracotta vase with a folded lead tablet that had been inscribed with a magic binding spell (very creepy love spell). The effigy has her feet tied together and her arms tied behind her back. She is pierced with 13 pins (one in the top of the head, one in the mouth, one in each eye and each ear, one each in the solar plexus, vagina, and anus, and one in the palm of each hand and in the sole of each foot).

This  is considered ritual detritus and the “spell” on the tablet translates to (from Greek):

“Lead Ptolemais, whom Aias bore, the daughter of Horigenes, to me. Prevent her from eating and drinking until she comes to me, Sarapammon, whom Area bore, and do not allow her to have experience with another man, except me alone. Drag her by her hair, by her guts, until she does not stand aloof from me … and until I hold her obedient for the whole time of my life, loving me, desiring me, and telling me what she is thinking.“

[starsofdarknebula]

Yandere inspired spells

Sweet blood tea

What do I need?

Roses

strawberries (freeze dried)

Cranberries

Dark chacolate

Earl grey tea

½ tsp of pomegranted juice

1 spoon full of syrup or honey to sweeten

this can be drank just because it’s tea. However you can also enchant it and use it like a love potion. Having someone you like or love come over? make the tea and give them a cup after enchanting it!

Always and forever spell

what do I need?

roses

lavender

vanilla

sugar

catnip

cinnamon

A Piece of your hair and that who you love or are in a relationship with. You can also use nail clippings but hair is much easier to get.

Red black and pink candles

toilet paper roll or paper

what you’ll want to do is light the candles. You can also place some crystals around your work space that relates to love. The purpose of this spell is to help your relationship grow strong and healthy as well as to help protect it. You’ll want to fold the toilet paper tube into a little thing like this.

there is other tutorials on how to do the same thing with paper too so don’t worry. Afterwards your gonna want to place everything inside after enchancting it and stating your intentions. Once done bury it. 

Loyalty only for me chant

“You have crossed the line within time you falsely cried and lied that you were only mine! I will no longer be second best and by this rhyme I now bind and tie the red knot onto you and me for you will only and always have eyes for me. Honesty and loyalty only for me love and lust only for me no longer will you cross the line for you belong to me. So mote it be”

More love please! Bed sachet spell

what do I need?

Roses

lavender

Damiana

catnip

pepper flakes

cinnamon stick

rose quartz

moonstone

this is to help make your love life more spiced up along with nice sex. Put it under the bed or hang above your bed where you and your love sleeps.

[cleareyesage]

Flying Devils Oil

Made some good ol’ fashioned Flying Devils Oil! This oil gets its name from the pepper flakes that swirl in the oil and it originates from New Orleans Hoodoo traditions.

Flying Devils Oil can be used for protection, curse/hex/binding work, banishing, and removing curses/hexes/binding.

Ingredients:

Cinnamon

Cayenne pepper

Ground black pepper

Whole black peppercorns

Crushed red pepper chili flakes

Vetiver essential oil

Patchouli essential oil

Olive oil

I sanitized my glass bottle and combined my ingredients using a rusty spoon in the order that they’re listed.

⚠️ Avoid contact with eyes/skin⚠️

[white-z0mbie]

poppet curse!

warning! this is a curse, so if this isn’t your thing then please, keep scrolling. for those that are still interested, here’s a tutorial on how I personally have made a curse on a very hurtful person… with pictures. ;p

so! all good curses start with some herbs. these pictured, are the ones you’ll need for the inside of the poppet. pictured as well are some black thread and a pen and paper, some sharp things (rusty nails, glass, etc) and what isn’t pictured is fabric.

additionally, you’ll also need a tag lock of the person, to which I used cut up photos of them that I cut one by one.

then you’ll need to make your poppet! I hand sewed this one (im sure its obvious, but it doesn’t need to look pretty, i promise) and while I was doing that (and filling it) I was thinking about all the hurtful things they’ve done to me, and how I want them to feel that in return. that little paper with the eye; that’s a letter I wrote expressing how i felt. I folded it up and drew an evil eye on it (to promote their negativity coming back to them), and stuffed it in the head of the doll, so that person would always be thinking of that situation. now sew the rest of it closed.

now you’re going to drip red wax over the edges of the outside of the stitching and over the head and chest. then you’ll sprinkle some cayenne powder over the wax, followed with crushed red pepper. after that, seal it with some black wax, and youre done!

since this isn’t safe to bury outside, i recommend putting it in a small box or container that you don’t care about anymore, and keep it hidden somewhere dark and out of sight. dont think about the poppet or that person anymore!

[theladymorganlefay]

Nightmare Spell

Are you plagued by nightmares? This spell can help!

Materials:

scarf (white or cream colors work best)

4 Garlic cloves

pinch of basil

pinch of ground sage

lavender or vanilla oil (whatever you find more soothing)

black marker

white ribbon

💭Lay the scarf out. Place the spices (ground sage, 4 cloves, basil) into the scarf and add 2 drops of oil.

💭Gather the scarf at the top and tie it with the ribbon.

💭On the outside of the scarf draw the nightmare that plagues you (e.g. spiders, falling)

💭Place the scarf under your pillow and sleep with it there. Your nightmares will dissipate.

[theladymorganlefay]

Banish Slander

To stop slander and gossip about you.

Materials: 

Work on the Waning Moon 

Paper

Pen

❌Write the rumors on a piece of paper, draw an X across it and burn it. 

❌Say:

Rumors, slander standing stout

With this X I cross you out

I toss their words into the fire

All these lies no longer hire

All bad things done and said

Leave my life, be gone, be dead

All the evil that they say

At this time will go away

Rumors carry me no more

Be gone, be dead, be no more.

[incorrectnancydrewquotes]

Lou: Hey! You wanna talk to God?

Yanni: “God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Who will wipe this blood off us? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent?” Friedrich Nietzsche, 1882.

Lou: I was just trying to sell you some drugs and you made it weird.

[ravenhexxx]

Awesomeness for your sigil spells and spellwork in general…