Out of my head

  Say a prayer for the broken bones 'Cause who cares?  

[fredersen]

btw if you are a trans man or transmasc reading this right now YOU 🫵‼️ make the world a brighter and more beautiful place by staying alive another day. you are NOT hurting anyone by being your gender and anyone who tells you so is a fucking moron NEVER KILL YOURSELF!!!!!!!

[servantofthefates]

This manifestation technique is violent, and the effects are final.

About three years ago, when I told my elders that I want to make manifestation a bigger part of my practice, because it is safer than spellcasting, they said, “Well, your version of it is safe.”

This is theirs. Do if you dare.

Step 1: Lock yourself in the darkest room you can find.

Better to do it at night.

Make sure it is quiet, and you are undisturbed.

Stand up and keep your eyes open. Then...

Step 2: Imagine five versions of yourself in front of you.

Each is seated in their own chair: tied, blindfolded, gagged.

Perhaps the loving wife & mother is the first.

Maybe the successful lawyer is another.

And the billionaire celebrity is the third.

Think of two more.

Step 3: Ask yourself, “How do they make me feel?”

Which one makes you happy?

Which one do you pity?

Which one do you admire?

Your feelings might be gray. That is perfectly okay.

Take as long as you need.

Step 4: Pick a favorite.

Which is the you, you like the most? 

Imagine yourself walking up to her.

Remove the rope that binds her. Take off her blindfold and her gag.

See yourself leading her to the door.

Witness her turning her back to you, and claiming her freedom.

Step 5: Kill the rest.

Imagine yourself holding a gun.

Now aim it at the head of the first spare.

Shoot.

Watch the blood pooling by her lifeless body.

One by one, do the same to the others.

Step 6: Close your eyes and breathe.

You have successfully manifested the future you, you want.

She is out there, walking her path.

Wait for her to find you.

Now that you've killed those who were holding her back... it won't take her long.

[notanartist-12]

¿Por qué siempre me tengo que quedar sola? No sé si pido mucho, si no veo lo que otros no ven, pero siento que siempre termino sola. Solo quiero a alguien que me necesite como yo a esa persona, a alguien que no se vaya cuando las cosas se pongan feas o difíciles. Creo que por eso quería tanto un perro, alguien que me quiera de esa forma incondicional, que no se vaya. Ironicamente mi perro prefiere a mi papá. Desde que estoy en secundaria he creído que tengo algo dentro mío, algo feo y podrido que la gente eventualmente ve y se va antes de que sea demasiado tarde. Siento que la gente solo me quiere mientras sea útil. Mientras aún pueda leerles el tarot y decirles qué va a pasar, mientras aún pueda escucharlos, mientras aún pueda darles mi cuerpo, me van a querer. Luego? Luego ya no. Que va a pasar cuando solo quede la cosa fea y podrida que está adentro? quien se va a quedar? ni los gusanos creo

[notanartist-12]

a veces desearía haber tenido la oportunidad de aburrirme de ti. No me malinterpretes, me alegro de que no hayamos terminado a punto de matarnos, pero creo que tengo lo nuestro muy idealizado. Esto no es teatro maldito estúpido, no terminas en alto, debiste dejar que te odie al menos un poquito, así cuando el tarot me dijera que ya se había acabado todo entre nosotros me sentiría aliviada, no destrozada. Te odio, te odio porque no me permitiste dejar de quererte, crees que no se que estoy estancada en este limbo estúpido esperando que te des cuenta de que soy para ti? No me gusta estar aquí, pero si fuera fácil irse ya me hubiera ido no crees? bueno, fue fácil para ti. maldito perro idiota. Pero ojala un día te acuerdes de mi y te pese que ya no estemos juntos, ojala de verdad de verdad un día te duela tanto como a mi me ha dolido respirar durante el ultimo año. Y sabes que? espero que para entonces yo ya no quiera nada contigo, o al menos espero hacerte sufrir tanto como yo sufrí por ti. Justicia le dicen en mi cerro

[servantofthefates]

The Universe is not your friend.

The Universe is the bitchiest boss you’ll ever have.

The one who doesn’t even look you in the eye because you’re so inconsequential to her.

The one who doesn’t even bother to learn your name because she doesn’t think you will last long anyway.

The one who responds “Yesterday,” when you ask her when the deadline is.

But also… the one who starts noticing you the moment you go the extra mile.

The one who rewards your initiative and resourcefulness with bonuses, holidays and promotions.

And the one who tells you at 5:01 pm, “Go home. No one will die if we miss the deadline.”

This is why I always say in my tarot readings, “First, show up, then the Universe will back you up.”

Because she’s a boss who doesn’t owe you anything. But the moment you decide you want to win in life… the moment you start leaving everything and everyone that doesn’t serve you well… the moment you choose to fight and soar… she will be your weapon and your wings.

No, the Universe doesn’t love you by default.

But if you love yourself hard enough, she will have no choice but to love you back.

[servantofthefates]

How to Speak to Any Living Soul

In honor of Valentine’s Day, here is a powerful spell for speaking your heart. Do not use this on people you can easily reach through natural means. It is meant to connect you to souls who no longer have a vessel… strangers you have only once seen… or someone you have met just in your dreams.

STEP 1: Write a letter.

You do not have to know the person’s name. Writing “Dear You” while thinking of their likeness is more than sufficient.

As always, natural paper uncoated with polymers, as well as pencil instead of processed ink, are what will help you acquire supernatural aid.

STEP 2: Stamp it.

Ready yourself for sleep. Prepare to never get up again before sunrise.

While sitting on your bed, use a red marker — anything dark, strong and long-lasting — to write on the palm of your right hand:

ALLAS GALLI YNOMINAM

STEP 3: Post it.

Read your letter out loud. With feelings. As if the person is right in front of you.

The more sincerely you speak, the greater the chance of them hearing you.

STEP 4: Transport it.

Hold the letter in your right hand as you lie down. Make sure it is touching the red writing.

Close your eyes and sleep. Use the roads between the veils to transport your message.

STEP 5: Protect it.

When you wake up, wherever you find the letter: under a pillow, on the floor… do not move it. If that means you have to leave your bed unmade, so be it.

Throughout the day, do not consciously remove the writing on your palm. Wash your hands and take a bath, but do not actively scrub away the ink.

When every line and dot has faded, it means your letter has been “read”.

Do with it what you will afterwards. It has already served its purpose.

STEP 6: Wait for a reply.

Their response will also travel between the veils.

It could come in the form of a dream or a waking vision, as well as a message on a billboard or a conversation you overhear.

So in the coming days, make sure you open your eyes and your ears.

[servantofthefates]

How to Predict Timing with Tarot

When performing the Celtic Cross, there are three positions that can reveal when the event will happen: The Advice, The Ultimate Outcome, and The Underworld. Acknowledge all these possibilities. But your intuition will tell you which is most likely.

THE MAJOR ARCANA

The Fool – Whenever you are ready

The Magician – It has already begun

The High Priestess – You know exactly when

The Empress – During harvest season

The Emperor – It is almost done

The Hierophant – It is finished

The Lovers – As soon as you make the choice

The Chariot – In just a few moments

Strength – The minute you accept it

The Hermit – Only after you meditate on it

The Wheel of Fortune – During your first or next Saturn Return

Justice – When you least expect it

The Hanged Man – When the circumstances change

Death – Whenever it is ready

Temperance – After the storm

The Devil – It is happening right now

The Tower – Soon, unexpectedly and suddenly

The Star – The more you believe, the sooner it will happen

The Moon – It cannot be determined at the moment

The Sun – In the summer or by sunrise

Judgement – Soon and inevitably

The World – In divine timing

THE MINOR ARCANA

THE SUIT OF WANDS

Ace of Wands – One day

Two of Wands – Two days

Three of Wands – Three days

Four of Wands – Four days

Five of Wands – Five days

Six of Wands – Six days

Seven of Wands – Seven days

Eight of Wands – Eight days

Nine of Wands – Nine days

Ten of Wands – Ten days

Page of Wands – As we speak

Knight of Wands – End of November to most of December

Queen of Wands – End of March to most of April

King of Wands – End of July to most of August

THE SUIT OF CUPS

Ace of Cups – One month

Two of Cups – Two months

Three of Cups – Three months

Four of Cups – Four months

Five of Cups – Five months

Six of Cups – Six months

Seven of Cups – Seven months

Eight of Cups – Eight months

Nine of Cups – Nine months

Ten of Cups – Ten months

Page of Cups – Very soon

Knight of Cups – End of February to most of March

Queen of Cups – End of June to most of July

King of Cups – End of October to most of November

THE SUIT OF SWORDS

Ace of Swords – One week

Two of Swords – Two weeks

Three of Swords – Three weeks

Four of Swords – Four weeks

Five of Swords – Five weeks

Six of Swords – Six weeks

Seven of Swords – Seven weeks

Eight of Swords – Eight weeks

Nine of Swords – Nine weeks

Ten of Swords – Ten weeks

Page of Swords – Now, behind the scenes

Knight of Swords – End of May to most of June

Queen of Swords – End of September to most of October

King of Swords – End of January to most of February

THE SUIT OF PENTACLES

Ace of Pentacles – One year or one season (3 months)

Two of Pentacles – Two years or two seasons (6 months)

Three of Pentacles – Three years or three seasons (9 months)

Four of Pentacles – Four years or four seasons (one year)

Five of Pentacles – Five years or five seasons (15 months)

Six of Pentacles – Six years or six seasons (18 months)

Seven of Pentacles – Seven years or seven seasons (21 months)

Eight of Pentacles – Eight years or eight seasons (2 years)

Nine of Pentacles – Nine years or nine seasons (2 years and 3 months)

Ten of Pentacles – Ten years or ten seasons (2 years and 6 months)

Page of Pentacles – It will take quite a while

Knight of Pentacles – End of August to most of September

Queen of Pentacles – End of December to most of January

King of Pentacles – End of April to most of May

To Help You Remember:

Wands are days, because they are fire, and fire moves fast.

Swords are weeks, because while a sword is quick to cut, it first requires some thinking on the warrior’s part.

Cups are months, because they are water, and water flows with the moon, which completes a cycle in roughly a month.

Pentacles are seasons to years, because they are seeds, and some seeds only require a season to grow while others need a year.

The timings for the Major Arcana and the Pages are related to the cards’ meanings. Once you know the meanings, you know the timings.

The Kings, Queens and Knights are the Zodiac signs’ birthdays:

King of Wands – Leo (Fixed Fire)

Queen of Wands – Aries (Cardinal Fire)

Knight of Wands – Sagittarius (Mutable Fire)

King of Cups – Scorpio (Fixed Water)

Queen of Cups – Cancer (Cardinal Water)

Knight of Cups – Pisces (Mutable Water)

King of Swords – Aquarius (Fixed Air)

Queen of Swords – Libra (Cardinal Air)

Knight of Swords – Gemini (Mutable Air)

King of Pentacles – Taurus (Fixed Earth)

Queen of Pentacles – Capricorn (Cardinal Earth)

Knight of Pentacles – Virgo (Mutable Earth)

[notanartist-12]

Te extraño

me encantaría decir que es solo mercurio retrogrado pero... yo siempre te paro extrañando. Creo que desde la primera vez que nos vimos, al día siguiente ya no podía evitar pensar en como me gustaría que estuvieras ahí conmigo, ese sentimiento no se ha ido desde hace más de un año. Hoy le di una miradita a tu Facebook, creo que es el menos doloroso de los cuchillos porque no puedo ver nada. Solo tu foto de perfil actualizada y la tristeza me inundo como no lo hacía hace tiempo. No puedo evitar preguntarme quien te tomó esa foto, si fue ella y si ya tienes mil fotos más a su lado, si ya eres su pareja y si la quieres y si estas haciendo todo lo que hicimos y más. Quiero vomitar cada que la idea se cuela en mi cabeza. Es un molesto y peligroso bicho que zumba muy cerca de mi oreja de rato en rato. Me pone enferma, aunque ahora me he vuelto mejor al ignorarlo. Eso no impide que este triste, muy triste, que me hagas falta. Nada cambia eso. Yo no entiendo como lo hiciste, solo te extraño. Y no es que solo extraño como me sentía contigo, extraño conversar contigo, escuchar tu voz, tus chistes, que me cuentes sobre tu vida. Extraño mucho de ti. Y yo se que hice, que hicimos muchas cosas mal. Es solo que no puedo creer que no tengo una oportunidad de corregirlas y arreglarlas. Si pudiera retroceder el tiempo te querría con menos miedo.

[notanartist-12]

lecciones

Viniste a enseñarme muchas cosas, no solo sobre formula uno o recursos humanos. Fuiste una lección dolorosa sobre saber soltar, saber marcar límites, sobre como hay cosas que no puedo controlar y sobre amor propio. Yo no quería una lección tuya, yo solo quería ser feliz a tu lado. Una estupida pagina web me dijo que mi karma en esta vida es porque amé a un hombre demasiado en la anterior y nunca fui feliz después de él. Sabes lo horrible que se fue leer eso despues de pasar 8 meses sin olvidarte? El número crece y crece, 3, 5, 8 ya no quiero seguir contando, a veces quiero olvidarme de ti, hasta tu nombre, otras quiero aferrarme a tu pierna y no soltar como niña en berrinche. Que hago? No quiero pasar otra vida descontenta y sufirendo por alguien que no me quiere. Pero tampoco puedo evitarme preguntarme si eso es todo. Por qué ya no hay más? No puedo controlar esto, a ti o a tus sentimientos. Tengo la teoria de que la mayor parte de personas que se meten a la brujería y a leer el tarot es porque nos gusta tener el control, si sé lo que pasa, se como cambiarlo, y si no lo cambio por medios normales voy a usar mi magia para cambiarlo. Es muy dificil dejar de pensar así. Creo que solo quiero decirte que te extraño. Volví a soñar contigo y luego soñé con esa chica. honestamente solo quiero olvidar, dejar de chancarme la cabeza con todo esto. Ya estaba mejor, estupida vida y estupidas circunstancias. Por qué no puedo hacer como tu y simplemente dejar ir? todo sería más facil.

[notanartist-12]

25

que se siente 25? es un poco chistoso que yo te conocí cuando tenías 24, pero 25 suena más serio. 26? mucho peor, durante un momento pensé que ese era el estándar sabes, terminar tu carrera rápido, empezar a trabajar en ALGO y hacer tu dinero, tener tu propio departamento, tu carro. Luego me di cuenta de que no era lo usual, porque la hermana de mi amiga tiene tu edad y aún vive con sus padres, con 500 soles no tan bien invertidos y postulando a una escuela porque no sabe exactamente que hacer con su vida, luego conocí a mis compañeros de historia que están donde estoy yo pero tienen tu edad y no parece molestarles realmente. Pero estas tú, que ya administrabas dos negocios con 25 años y parecías tener todo tan claro.Supongo que una parte de eso es suerte sabes, no todos tienen una hermana con un negocio exitoso y una familia de gente de negocios. Pero no todo fue suerte para ti y eso también lo se. tuviste las oportunidades, tuviste el mindset.

Miro donde estás y miro donde estoy y estoy tan confundida. Mi frase favorita cuando hablo de ti es "son solo 6 años" pero verga si pasa un culo en 6 años. Osea, en uno solo pasó TANTO y yo no creo que soy la misma persona que conociste hace un año, probablemente tampoco eres la persona que yo conocí hace un año. Qué cambió? pienso mucho en ti, todos los días, es aburrido.

En fin, tener 25 debe ser muy raro, ya eres adulto pero no adulto adulto, pero tampoco tienes 20 y eres un joven inocente experimentando la vida. Eres algo en medio.

Recuerdo que cuando tenía 15 quería tener 17, mis primos tenían 17, mis amigos también y todo se veía mejor. Los libros escribían sobre lo que se supone que haces a los 17 y yo me sentía más de 17 que de 15 (aunque claramente estaba equivocada) Por eso ahora siento ese susurro familiar y solo niego con la cabeza. porque puede que tenga amigos con 25 y tu tengas 25 (26) y todo se vea diferente desde aquí pero me gusta tener 20. Me gusta no saber que verga hacer con mi vida, que aún es valido que no haya experimentado x o y y que todavía estpe en edad de viajar y perderme. No quiero tener 25, pero ustedes me parecen un grupo muy interesante

[sebastiansluts]

Trying to keep everyone anon!

Rockstar Bucky with a thumb ring teasing reader with Sir kink and some bondage please !!!

Bucky Barnes x Reader; rockstar!bucky, teasing, sir kink, bondage, orgasm delay/denial

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Bucky flopped down on the bed next to you, closer than most would sit. He looked at you intensely, before draping his arm around your neck, pulling you into him, grabbing your chin and licking up the side of your face. You shuddered, panties immediately getting damp, as you turned to look at him. He just grinned at you, sliding his fingers under your skirt, grin widening when he realized how wet you were.

"You gonna be good for your Sir?" Bucky asked, whispering in your ear as he nosed at your face, tilting your head back with the hand still around you, drifting his lips down to trail over your neck.

"Yesss," you hissed, yelping when he bit down on your exposed throat.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir!" you replied quickly, moaning as his hand under your skirt suddenly cupped your pussy, pressing the heel of his palm on your mound, grinding down into your clit.

"I don't know baby, you're already not doing a very good job," Bucky teased, pushing your panties to the side and sliding two fingers past your folds. You gasped as he stroked your walls, biting your lip when he crooked his fingers and found your spot.

"Please Sir, I n- need more," you stuttered, trying to grind down into his hand. Bucky pulled away completely and you whined.

"Hush, I'm just getting something," he said, turning back to you with a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes widened and he grinned. "We're gonna have a little fun tonight baby," he said, sliding you up the bed until your head was on the pillows, your arms above it.

Bucky cuffed one wrist, wrapped it around the pole of the headboard, then cuffed your other wrist. He pulled back, straddling your hips. He smirked down at you, "Fuck, could just fuckin' jack off right here, come all over your face and you wouldn't be able to stop me."

You whimpered, and he chuckled. "Nah, I'm not gonna do that to ya baby, 'm not that mean. But I am a little mean," he said, winking, as he yanked your skirt and panties down and off, making you gasp, and settling between your legs, eating you out with a passion.

The cuffs rattled as you pulled on them, your back arching, Bucky holding your hips tightly to keep them from lifting off the bed. He licked and sucked, tongue diving deep into you before sucking hard on your clit, flicking his tongue and driving you sky high in minutes.

"Sir! Please, gonna- Sir, can I come?" you asked desperately, legs twitching. Bucky pulled away, ending all the sensations. "Oh, you'll come baby, but not for a long, long time."

[actiwitch]

MY WITCHY + PAGAN PLAYLIST MASTERPOST

daily witch vibes✨️

pagan witch

🔮 MAGIC:

baneful/power

folk magic vibes

🌙 dreams

⚔️ NORSE:

⚔️heathenry🌼

⚔️heathenry🌼(modern)

odin🗡

freyja🌼

lady eir

🏛 HELLENIC:

hellenic witch

🐚aphrodite

🏛hera

🏹 artemis

✒️the muses

🍀CELTIC

celtic witch

🗡the morrigan

🍂 SEASONS/HOLIDAYS:

witch's winter

witch's spring

witch's summer

witch's autumn

Other:

the fae

christian witch

lillith

[queeneliteshiz]

BOUNCE BACK IN SILENCE CHALLENGE

hello beautiful queens, since we only have a few days until 2021 I want to tell you about a challenge that I’ve been doing for a bit now.

i’ve been beating myself up because of loneliness, lack of motivation etc. while in quarantine but i’m now realizing that this time alone is actually meant to be a blessing, a period where we beauties can finally accomplish things we said we would do but never came around to it. 🦋 here are some steps. reblog and add some more if you’d like 😇

1. get off social media. you’ve heard it before, you’re hearing it again. even a few days of taking a break can do wonders for your mental health. i’ve been realizing that the reason why my confidence was constantly lowering was because of comparing myself to the unrealistic standards of social media. taking a few days off to remind yourself that you’re THAT BITCH, that you deserve the whole world and that you are an ICON LIVING is soooo worth not checking what he posted on is story.

use the hours you save from social media to realize your dreams. get on that grind. get that bread, raise them grades. when you think about it, you don’t even remember half the shit you see on social media, it’s a mindless way to waste such valuable time.

2. take care of your health. stop skipping brushing your teeth. get your ass up and get those teeth SHINING. whiter than the people at a republican voting poll. whiter than donald trump’s ass. you get the drill.

wash your face. try new skincare remedies and products. figure out your skin undertone, type, what works for you etc. and arrange your beauty routine to fit that. slather on the products that you bought and saved for ‘special days’. get you a nice moisturizer that makes you feel like mf bella hadid.

3. stop with the excuses and start working for your dream body. the only person standing between you and that SNATCHEDDD bod is, guess what, YOU GIRL! you are so much more powerful than you think you are, once you realize that you CAN be one of those girls that wake up early to work out, that can CHUG that gallon of water like it ain’t nun, that can RUN that mile your potential is endless. get up and get sweaty. put in the work and the universe will put out the results.

4. get in tune. start a manifesting journal if you don’t have one already. start a daily journal to write down in every detail what you’ve done and how you’re feeling. i did this for 365 days last year when I was abroad and reading it takes me back so vividly, probably the best decision i’ve ever made.

try spells, try reading horoscope charts, try using crystals and tarot. i’m an econ major that has no religious beliefs but experimenting with spiritual, sacred objects brings me joy. i feel like i’m peeking into a part of our earth that only a select few are aware of. that’s why girls like me can find meaning and hope in the smallest things whereas old white men who think they’re too scientific for these things die early. 😋 lol.

make your house/room your sanctuary. love the space you live in.

add a little bit of SPICE ✨ to your life. romanticize making that 1 minute pack of noodles. stare out of your window as if you were lana del rey. if we didn’t have those moments, what would life even be about? reclaim your power and bounce back. a few months of consistent effort and you will be a new girl.

[notanartist-12]

se terminó?

Dicen que cuando una persona ya te enseñó todo lo que debía enseñarte el universo deja de mostrártela, de ponerla en tu camino. Tu y yo dejamos de cruzarnos hace mucho. Nunca lo hicimos en realidad. Ni siquiera antes de empezar nuestra historia. Vivimos como 5 años en la misma calle y nunca escuche tu nombre o vi tu rostro, vivimos en la misma ciudad, viniste aquí miles de veces y nunca nos cruzamos, ni por accidente. Realmente se terminó? no te voy a volver porque ya me enseñaste todo? yo no quería lecciones de tu parte. Yo quería tu amor, recuerdos juntos, fotos y regalos intercambiados. No quería una estúpida lección de amor propio aunque claramente la necesito. Sabes que me dijo la bruja? No era el momento. Y mucho antes de eso, me dijo que si tu y yo empezábamos algo yo iba a caer en una tristeza profunda y aquí estoy, con los pulmones llenos de alquitrán. No era el momento dice, quiero reírme con ganas. También quiero preguntar por qué no regresaste. Una vez más, me da miedo la respuesta, me da miedo un 2 de copas, alguna reina o otra carta que diga que ya, simplemente nunca hubo regreso y se queda todo ahí. La bruja dijo que ya no veía que había más. Que hasta acá llegamos, maldita sea. Quiero gritar, ¿por qué es tan difícil olvidarte? 7 meses y contando, no es divertido. Sabes que llevo repitiendo como monja con rezo? "Si no es para mi, hagan que lo olvide, que no me importe" Hasta cuando? Por qué es tan fácil para ti? Dicen que si un chico no te busca es porque no te quiere buscar. Tu no me buscas, y no hay carta de tarot que me ayude a contradecirlo. A veces quiero dejar mi orgullo, mi dignidad, todo de lado. buscarte para que me lo digas a la cara, que ya no me quieres, que ya se terminó todo. O quizá que si, que aún me quieres y que todo este tiempo pensaste en mi tanto como yo pensé en ti. Se vale soñar cierto? aunque cada que acaricio nuestra foto rota me lleno las manos de cortes, y nunca los dejo sanar antes de volver a acariciar el retrato. De verdad no hay más? no hay segundas oportunidades, nuevos comienzos, algo por hacer? Dime que si por favor. Que lo nuestro no se ha terminado. que es un punto y coma y no un punto final.

[servantofthefates]

How to Enchant Your Tarot Decks

This spell was originally intended for traveling fortunetellers who often came across thieves and other villainous strangers.

1) Wait for the witching hour on the same day as when you were born.

If you were born a Wednesday, perform this spell on a Wednesday.

The chanting must begin at exactly three o’ clock in the morning. Prepare everything else before then.

2) Place all your tarot decks on a glass, wooden or metal table.

They must “stand at attention”.

Make sure they are enclosed in the container they came with when you first touched them, whether that is their original cardboard box, a wooden box or a velvet pouch.

3) Knock on each tarot deck three times to awaken it.

Do it for all of them, one after the other.

Do it forcefully enough that you hear a thud with every knock you make. It is important that an audible sound is made.

4) Chant this incantation three times to weaponize your decks.

“Asmot. Deo. Vir. Birtir. Ligete in omnibus membris tujs quia te corumpere volo.”

This orison must be memorized beforehand. It cannot be written down to be read. And one cannot stumble upon the words.

It must be pronounced correctly for it to work. Speak it phonetically, saying it exactly as it is spelled. As Spanish is today’s most widespread phonetic language, you may consult a Spanish speaker for guidance.

5) Shuffle every one of your decks to lock in the spell.

Take them out of their container, and shuffle them once before putting them back inside.

Store them together in a drawer or a shelf.

For the next two weeks, perform the spell again. On the coming Wednesday, and on the one after that, always at exactly three o’ clock. Only then will the magic be potent enough.

Anyone with a pinch of malice against you who touches your cards or their container will suffer a bout of illness no medicine can cure.

[servantofthefates]

The Emperor’s Love Compatibility According to My Grandma

The Emperor and The High Priestess

He is of this world and she is of another. Curiosity draws them to each other. But who will stay long enough? Neither.

The Emperor and The Empress

Two sides of the same coin, these souls were made for each other. Another man or woman could part them never.

The Emperor and the Queen of Wands

The fire will spark but soon die. He is occupied with the kingdom’s coffers. She craves more attention than he can offer.

The Emperor and the Queen of Cups

She will be his dearest wife. He will come to her when his soul is tired. But he will need others to light it up on fire.

The Emperor and the Queen of Swords

He is oil. She is water. They can never mix together. There is only intimidation. They see each other as competition.

The Emperor and the Queen of Pentacles

They are a match intellectually. But not quite romantically. Think of them as friends. Just that and nothing else.

[kaisfruit]

Hello love! I love your posts so much and I was wondering if I could request a Cole smut one shot? I mean, I saw your head canons and you said you could go on for longer, girl please do!??

Starved | Cole x Fem!Reader

A/N; I DONT KNOW U TWO, BUT U TWO ANONS MWAH !!! I LOVE U GUYS! i wanted to go so in depth w cole cuz i am unbelievably attrracted to that man i aint afraid to admit it. also, neither of yall specified BUT! im going w fem!reader since u both came from the fem!reader hcs <3

warnings; nsfw under the cut <3, cunnilingus, size kink, pussy drunk cole, unprotected p in v (pls wrap it b4 u tap it yall), probably some typos/grammar mistakes cuz i am way too scared to ask anyone to read this beforehand, and uhh i think that's it!

word count; 4.4k (i may have gotten a bit carried away im sorry yall)

Dinner was a favorite time amongst the ninja. It was time to unwind, to have fun, and enjoy each other's company. You had been chatting idly to Lloyd, who sat to your right, for a majority of the time. He was a bit quieter compared to some of the others (full shade to Jay, Kai, Cole, and Nya) and it seemed as if the mundane practice of just a normal conversation was a great relaxer for the green ninja, so he was definitely one of your preferred dinner companions. That didn’t mean there wasn’t chaos going on around you guys. Jay, who was to your left, seemed to be in a full shouting argument with Kai who sat directly across from the blue ninja. The topic of their angry musings was unknown to you, but Lloyd kept making commentary on it every now and again which you would happily add onto.

Across from you sat Cole, then to his left was Nya, and the head of the table was occupied by Zane while opposite him on the other end sat Pixal. Zane seemed content to exist in the company of all of you, only chiming in when he felt like it was needed, but he and Nya were definitely whispering jokes to each other every now again between bites of their food. Pixal, you noticed, was actually jokingly joining in on Kai and Jay’s argument. She would add in one point that was completely absurd and it would cause the other two to blow up again. That robot could be devious when she really wanted to be.

Then there was Cole. You were surprised that he wasn’t also a part of the argument, but you suppose the topic of…maybe devil worship? You weren’t sure, but still, whatever it was didn’t seem to interest the earth ninja. To be fair, you knew the other was prone to getting entranced into whatever he was eating at the moment and Zane had done wonderfully with tonight’s dinner (as he always did) so it was understandable really. 

“And, yeah, I don’t know. I just don’t really understand why I’ve always got to be doing something.” Lloyd finished his story up and you nodded along, having listened intently the entire time. 

“I don’t know either man,” you shrugged as you took a sip of your water, “your shit is always getting rocked one way or another.” That caused a slight snort of amusement to exit the green ninja. “I mean, I would’ve already changed my government name and gone into hiding if I were in your shoes.”

Lloyd let out a sigh. “That’s the dream. I don’t know if I could do all of that. Couldn’t leave you guys behind at all. That’d suck big time. Ninjago should just get its shit together so we can have some slice of life anime lives.” You nodded enthusiastically at that idea.

“Ooo yeah. And then we could have like fun drama like…what outfit am I going to wear tomorrow or oh no my hair is so bad!” 

“Yes! You’re getting it.” Lloyd grinned. “I think I should get a cat.” His mind wandered constantly, so you were only slightly jarred by the sudden conversation change. “I’ve heard that their purrs do some sort of healing and I could for sure use some of that.”

“I think we’d all like having a cat around.” You added on. “They’re sort of independent, so it would be a good pet for our lifestyle.”

Lloyd was about to respond to you, y’know how conversations work, when all of a sudden Jay slammed his palms onto the table as the “argument” had escalated. It caused the table to shake and before you could stop it your water glass had fallen down and drenched your shirt. You let out a loud gasp which quickly caught the attention of everyone.

“Oh my God, [name], I’m so sorry!” Jay began profusely apologizing, scrambling about the table to find some napkins. Kai was howling with laughter just happy to not be the one who fucked something up. Lloyd was a bit in shock, Zane and Nya had both gotten up to grab some towels from the kitchen with Pixal not far behind, and Cole seemed to be frozen. You were too caught up in the water seeping through your clothes to notice, but the ninja sat opposite you seemed to have his eyes locked onto you, his body tense.

“Jay, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured as you stood up, Cole’s eyes following the movement carefully, “I’ll just go get changed. It’s no big deal.” You tried giving the blue ninja a comforting smile, but you could tell the guilt was already eating him alive and it’d be hard to get him out of that state for a while. You’d try again later, you decided.

Letting those who had left to the kitchen know where you were going, you made your way to your room with your arms held awkwardly in the air so that the weird feeling of the wet fabric wouldn’t be sticking to your skin too bad. Before you could forget, you made a quick stop by the bathroom in order to grab a towel from the cabinet.

Finally having made it to your room, you were quick to tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere on the floor. A sigh of relief left your lips as you began to dry off your top half with the previously acquired towel. With a frown, you removed your bra as well since the water had made it to that garment too and once you were sure your skin felt dry you dropped the towel onto your bed and you made your way to your closet.

You were bent over getting into your dresser looking for a new bra when you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called over your shoulder, still digging around in the dresser. 

“Uhhh Cole! Is it okay if I come in?”

“I’m sort of changing right now!”

“I won’t look!”

You huffed out a laugh at that. It was sort of indecent to let him in when you were like that, but he did promise not to look. But what if he did? That thought caused your cheeks to heat up a bit. To be completely honest, you were almost entirely head over heels for the earth ninja. The only reason you didn’t choose to spend every dinner chatting to him is because you knew part of you would slip up and embarrass yourself in one way or another. Not to say he didn’t do his fair share of embarrassing himself, but you found that endearing. He’d probably think you were weird and off putting if you were to just slip up randomly. 

“Fiiinneeee!” You agreed against your better judgment. “No peeking!”

You could hear a chuckle rumble from the man as the faint sound of the door clicking open hit your ears. Chancing a glance behind you, you smiled fondly at the sight of Cole with his hands over his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He stood completely still after that too scared to make his way to a place to sit with him completely blind like that.

“Soooo, what’s up?” You finally asked, trying to not get irritated at the fact that you couldn’t seem to find another bra in your dresser.

“I just wanted to check in on you.” Cole answered, his voice strained. “I’ll gladly beat Jay up for you. Swear.” That had you giggling.

“You’d beat Jay up over anything.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just looking for an excuse to.”

“Nuh uh.”

“You can take a seat, y’know.” You changed the topic, about damn near close to giving up and just going braless (you wouldn’t actually. It sounded comfortable, but you didn’t want to expose yourself like that.)

Cole cleared his throat slightly. “No way! I’d totally bump into like a shelf or something!! All of your shit would be broken and then I’d have to beat myself up after beating up Jay!”

Another laugh escaped you at that. Was all of it made funnier by the fact that it was Cole? Maybe. Afterwards, you went silent as your mind began racing. This could be your chance? Would he think it’s weird?

“Hey, I,” you bit your lip in a pause, “I don’t mind if you open your eyes…” You finally spoke, getting ready to just laugh it off like it was just a joke. What a prankster you are!

Cole seemed to go oddly silent after you said that and you were sweating bullets. The tension that filled the room was suffocating. Quickly, you snapped up with your back still to Cole. That action was followed by the sound of footsteps almost as if the other ninja had begun walking closer.

You were about ready to apologize profusely when Cole’s low voice broke the silence, “can I ask you something, [name]?”

“Anything…” You murmured, still facing the other way.

“Can I…” There was a pause, an eerily similar pause to the one you had earlier. He was hesitant as he seemed to be fighting some inner battle.

Without thinking, you quickly turned around not caring about your current topless situation and you pulled Cole down in order to plant a fierce kiss to his lips. You were about to apologize for your impulsivity and how you should’ve asked first and not assumed, but Cole’s hands came to rest on your waist and he let out a low groan as he melted into the kiss.

You weren’t small by any means, but it was making your knees weak at the feeling of his hands just absolutely dwarfing your waist. Those hands pulled you closer to where your chest was pressed against him and the feeling of the bulge in his pants against your hips caused you to gasp which he took advantage of and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out a small whine at the action, but quickly reciprocated even if you let him have control of the kiss.

Eventually, the need for air arose and you reluctantly parted with him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes searched yours, as if something in your gaze held the answer to every question he had ever asked, as his hands slowly wandered to the area beneath your ass. After a bit of panting between the two of you, the kiss quickly resumed and he lifted you up easily causing your stomach to do flips. You wrapped both of your legs around his back and took appreciation in the new angle as it was much easier than having him lean down as much as he was.

The kiss broke as his lips began trailing downward. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your neck and your breath hitched as he lightly nipped and sucked at the skin there.

“You’re gorgeous…” He breathed against your neck.

Between your harsh intakes of breath, you eventually got out, “Cole, I need you.” Which caused another low groan to escape him.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about hearing that come from your lips.” Cole had begun walking over to your bed and gently sat you down atop it as he crawled on top of you. He had barely even done anything, but you already felt like your brain was turning into mush. The sight of his body hovering over yours is something you’ve only ever dreamed about and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. That movement caught his attention, but he had to pace himself. Make sure everything was alright with you. You were operating at hyperspeed, however, and began reaching to the hem of his shirt. That didn’t go unnoticed by him either and he was quick to yank the material up and over his head. He flung the shirt onto the floor of your room as you laid there, stunned, at the sight of his body.

Cole was, well you knew he was big, but he was beefy. Clearly, he was muscular, but he had some chubbiness going for him as well and, God, you don’t know if you’ve ever needed anyone more. He was perfect. You started to sit up so that you could absolutely just feel him up, but he didn’t let you get up. Instead, he ran his hands down your stomach towards your shorts. You looked at him confused and he just leaned in close, his breath fanning across your ear.

“I want to make this about you.” His hands had successfully unbuttoned and zipped down your shorts. “Call me selfish, but I need to make you feel good. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t treat you like the finest piece of cake in the damn bakery?” To many, that’d be a cause for laughter, but knowing Cole, that meant everything. He slowly pulled away from your ear and you couldn’t help but look at him with the purest look of adoration after that. Even in a situation as intimate as this, he still managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to go haywire.

Cole slowly slid your shorts down your legs and off of your body. They probably ended up somewhere near where his shirt did. His eyes were transfixed at the wet spot that had formed on your underwear and he found himself subconsciously licking his lips. You, on the other hand, were staring at him with anticipation wondering what his next move would be. Gingerly, his hands came to rest on your waist and you shivered. His thumbs hooked into the last garment you had on, but he paused to look up at you. His eyes were searching yours once more.

“Is this okay?” He finally asked, his voice soft. Your enthusiastic nod put him into action and he quickly slid your panties off of your legs.

Cole could’ve sworn he was fucking salivating at the sight of your core fully exposed to him. He placed his hands underneath your knees and used that position to spread your legs open for ease of access. Knowing he still had his pants on, you were curious to what his current plan was until your eyes widened as you watched his head lower to rest between your thighs. Your face was flushed red and you could feel yourself trembling slightly. What he was about to do was just so…intimate? It felt more like a once the relationship has officially started activity, but it seems he wasn’t even kidding when he said he’d treat you like cake. Was he trying to ruin you for anyone else? (As if you’d want anyone else.)

The breath was knocked out of you as he took one small lick of you. You could’ve sworn you heard a noise escape him as well, but you weren’t given time to even think as he instantly dove back in. He had started eating you out like a man starved. His tongue moved along your pussy masterfully, making careful movements along your clit which caused punctuated whines to escape your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down to rest on the back of his head which he seemed to enjoy. Cole then made his tongue flatten out in order to lap up as much of your juices as possible. As if this wasn’t enough to get his fill, his tongue finally plunged into your hole and a gasp left your lips that slowly morphed into a low moan. This man was eating you up and you’re pretty sure your mind was completely gone by this point. What was your name? Who cares? Cole was giving you pleasure you had never experienced before and that’s literally all that mattered at this point. If your head wasn’t so far up in the clouds, you probably would’ve noticed that Cole was grinding up against the bed as he ate you out. 

Your grip tightened in Cole’s hair and a moan left his lips which seemed to vibrate along your cunt. 

“C-Cole–” His name was but a mere whimper along your lips and it only encouraged him to move his mouth against you faster. You felt the knot in your stomach twist up as your peak approached. You were practically grinding up against his tongue which Cole enjoyed immensely. He could not get enough and it rewarded him as you practically exploded all over his tongue. He was licking up as much of your climax as he could as you were still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss. Your vision felt blurry at the continued stimulation that carried you down from your high and you were faintly aware of the moans and whimpers making their way out of your throat.

Honestly, you had expected him to stop, but even one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Cole was still lost in the taste of your pussy. You felt a bit of pain flare up at the overstimulation and you were trying to gently pull at his hair.

“Cole,” you whimpered, “h…hurts.” That fell on deaf ears as he just continued on. You thought he hadn’t heard you, but a shit eating look was sent your way and you knew he was trying to work you up. 

“Just one more.” He growled along your folds as he moved up to suck on your clit which caused a jolt to travel through your body. It seems as if he had enough of your trembles as his arms came up to rest on your thighs. The position still keeping your legs spread, but his strength kept your lower half still as he continued his ‘feast’. Your moans and whines had definitely picked up in pace at this moment as the pain began to border on pleasure.

Your second orgasm came much faster.

He licked it up just as enthusiastically as he did the first time. You think he probably would’ve tried to keep going for a third time if you didn’t forcefully pull him up this time. There was a sheen of your slick that shined around Cole’s mouth and you looked away slightly in embarrassment. Cole, meanwhile, was licking around his mouth trying to get whatever he had missed. 

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath after all of that. The shifting of Cole’s body was what finally caught your attention. The ninja was moving himself from above your body to your side and it looked as if he was moving to lay down next to you. All signs of lethargy left your body as you quickly sat up and rested a hand on his chest. Cole stared at you with a tilt of his head, the confusion bubbling within him evident.

“What about you?” You asked, still breathing a bit heavy.

“What about me?” Cole replied a bit dumbly.

“You know…” You muttered, a tad bit embarrassed, but you rested a hand over his painfully hard bulge in his pants. The feeling caused him to shiver and he looked down, realization dawning on him.

“Oh, it’s okay.” He said, picking your hand up and removing it from his crotch. “I said I just wanted to take care of you, right?”

“Yeah you did,” you started, “but I said I need you, didn’t I?” Cole nodded slowly, but a small frown was still on his face.

“Aren’t you tired?”

A sigh left your mouth. “A little, BUT.” You emphasized, noticing how he had opened his mouth to speak after you said that. “God damnit Cole. No way am I going to finally get you into my bed just to have you not dick me down. I don’t care how sensitive I am, I need you to fuck me.” You could barely believe what you had just said, but it got the job done. Albeit a bit slowly.

“...Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“I have never been more fucking sure in my life.”

Seeing as he wasn’t moving, you lunged over to him to begin slipping his basketball shorts down. Noticing your haste, Cole finally started taking initiative. If it’s what you wanted then he just had to give it. With a better method, Cole slipped off his shorts and boxers off together in one swift motion. And, boy, did he not disappoint. EVERY part of him was big, you had just found out. Saliva pooled up in your mouth at the sight of his cock as you couldn’t take your size off of it. If you weren’t so needy, you probably would’ve taken him into your mouth right then and there, but Cole already had a hand on your shoulder forcing you to lay back down as he positioned himself right above you again.

Your pussy was definitely still slick from the mix of your own arousal and Cole’s saliva and he ran a finger between your folds before shoving it into you. His tongue hadn’t been as thick as his finger, but it still wasn’t much to adjust to. The second finger proved to be more filling and your breath was once again escaping in huffs. 

It took a bit until Cole had either thought you ready or just gotten impatient, but he pulled his fingers out of you and lined his dick up with your entrance. A pause. You were about ready to complain until the breath was taken swiftly from your lungs as he slowly pushed in. As he slid in further and further, the more your breaths turned into short moans. It felt as if he filled absolutely every part of you and it was addicting. The stretch hurt, but it was so deliciously overpowered by the pleasure of him finally being inside you. Though, Cole still didn’t even attempt to move until you gave him the go ahead.

From there, he started at a slow but deep pace. It was a sensual experience. Above you, Cole was letting out little huffs and groans at the feeling of your walls around his member. He could explode right then and there if he wanted to. But, he continued at this pace of almost completely removing himself from your hole before pushing balls deep back in. It was excruciating.

“F..fa…faster.” You panted at him. And who would he be if he denied you this request?

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Cole slowly began picking up the pace. His hips were pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace, and you think you finally understood the phrasing of “being fucked stupid.”

Every push in had you moaning loudly. It was either moans or a broken moan of Cole’s name which made him go in a bit harder every time you did that. His head hung low until it was resting in the crook of your neck. The groans and low moans that were leaving the man only turned you on more and you about screamed his name when he bit into your neck. There were no thoughts of anyone here at the monastery hearing you two, as far as you cared, you and Cole were the only people in Ninjago at this point. All of your senses seemed to be completely filled by the man anyways.

The feeling of his licking, sucking, and biting along your neck combined with his rough abuse of your pussy brought you close to your third climax of the night which might be a record for you.

“C-Cole, I’m-I’m close.” You whined, your voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you.

“God, me too.” He moaned against your neck. Cole was determined to not let go until you had, so he reached a hand down to start playing with your clit as he continued fucking into you. That absolutely sent you over the edge and you screamed as you came all over Cole’s cock. He continued thrusting into you throughout your orgasm which only made it feel that much better. His hips began stuttering in their movements and he was quick to pull himself out of the vice grip your pussy had on him. Cole wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself off the rest of the way until his cum started landing on your stomach. He let out tiny grunts as he fucked into his hand a bit before letting go.

You made sure he was looking at you when you scooped up some of his release and licked it off your fingers. He really had to save that image for the next time he masterbated.

Before he even allowed himself to lay down next to you, Cole carefully got up and reached for the towel you had used earlier to dry yourself off and used it to wipe his release off of your stomach, a small ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth as he did so. He was cute. 

Finally, his body dropped harshly at your side and you giggled tiredly at him. Cole rolled over to look at you and you held your arms open, a silent question for him to come cuddle you. 

His strong arms wrapped around your body and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. Cole found where your covers started and threw them over the both of you which only made you snuggle in even closer to him.

You two sat there in silence for so long, just catching your breaths, that you nearly fell asleep.

“Hey, [name].” You startled at the sound of his voice. A non-committal ‘hm?’ is what you hummed in response and he just rested his nose on the top of your head in your hair. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

A content sigh left your lips and you sleepily looked up, causing him to remove his head from its place. “Of course, Cole.” One of your hands slipped out from under the covers and cradled one of his cheeks. You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on the other cheek. 

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We can talk about the details later.” You said through a yawn and he just smiled at you fondly. You both returned to your previous positions and slowly drifted off, and for once, neither of you felt fear or dread for what was to come in the future.