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You did great! 'sundial' may not need the weapons to work, but they do make it more fun and it's hard to imagine one without the other.

The boys are too cute, I love the idea of the world meshing.

Incidentally, I do think you would enjoy the series it's from. It's got some pretty neat powers, especially 'soup'.

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝S/O with epithet sundial.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki with S/O who has a quirk like Zora Salazar.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ You were a part of the support course and he met you for the first time when he was picking up items from Hatsume. The two of you started talking with one another when Midoriya happened to see you test the guns that you made. He was amazed by your skills and was curious why someone of your caliber was in the Department of Support instead of the Hero Course.

♤ When you told him how you could imbue your quirk into objects, he immediately gets curious and asked a ton of questions about how you made them and how it works. He is very interested in what other things you were capable of making. Midoriya doesn’t have that much knowledge of how gadgets are made so he likes watching you do little repairs on your weapons. He’s just very interested in you and wants to know everything about you.

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Hi I was wondering if I could request something silly? Shouto and Izuku with an American transfer student s/o who loves peanut butter. It's hard to get in Japan apparently, only available in import marts and kind of expensive.

Thank you very much

Of course! College classes have been a little hectic lately, thanks to the abundant amount of homework they've been giving us. I've had to do a lot of writing in my first week, and I'm sure it's only going to get worse from here on out. But, we'll just have to wait and see...

PLEASE SUBMIT REQUESTS! Check out the rules in my bio for more information, all of the details are there! Speaking of my bio, check out those lovely links in my bio to my masterlist and RedBubble (products with art designs I made myself from various forms of media)

Please enjoy and stay safe!

SHOTO

-Shoto never really understood why you loved peanut butter so much

-Although he figured it was a mix of a weird interest of yours and that you were a foreigner

-Your parents sent you some every month in your care package

-Amongst the letters, clothes, school supplies, and other foods, you seemed to enjoy the little taste of home more than anything else

You mainly ate it as an after school snack in your dorm whilst you worked on homework

-In many creative forms, might I add

-Ants on a long, sandwiches, homemade peanut butter cups, protein cookies for when you had physical classes, as a dip for pretzels and apples, and let's not forget just straight out of the jar when you feel particularly lazy

-For your birthday, Shoto will try his best at making you a chocolate peanut butter cheesecake off of a website he'd found

-It came out a bit smelly, but besides that, it was pretty good

-Just needed a bit more...peanut butter :)

IZUKU

-You didn't really care for the foods you used to eat in America, preferring the options at UA more

-But being away from home and your family got you missing the traditions you weren't there for

-This included the sack lunches your mom used to pack you before she passed away

-What you wouldn't give to have another peanut butter sandwich

-During a rough week, you heard a knock on your door and let Izuku in, who had a ziploc bag in his hands

- "I know you're been having a bad week, but I did some research and I made you a few sandwiches", he said, holding out the bag to you

-You took his from his grasp and inspected it, seeing the light brown substance between each piece of bread

- "Peanut butter? But isn't that expensive to import from America?" you asked, opening up the bag

-The overpowering scent of peanut wafted through your nose as he spoke, "Yeah, but I had some help getting it. Iremember you telling me about your mom, so I thought making you something from home would remind you why you're here. And that you're already doing a great job"

-You smiled at Izuku, pulling him into a tight hug

- "Thank you Izuku. You don't know how much this means to me."

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Why is 'infinity train AU' not a thing?

An interdimentional therapy train with mechanical nightmare creatures, mind tapes, and a literally infinite possibility of mini worlds?

No one has thought to have two characters meet on this thing and go on lesson learning adventure?

Let's get on this fanfic community!

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Do puppets have souls?

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Bar fight in the Void: A space Samurai story

This is a concept chapter of an original character and story I’m planning on writing. I’m putting this out here to get some feedback and maybe gain some fire under my butt.

Warnings: This snippet contains space violence, a bit of unruly drunkenness and suggestions of sexual violence, though nothing is said outright. Also this is unedited so beware for my terrible raw writing.

Satellites were a dime a dozen, just ask any hauler and trader moving from one system to the next. It was a long endless grind that made the need to the various satellite commodities a welcome respite.

These small pockets of life among the emptiness of space were often romanticized by people who remained on their planets. A small place where scattered beings would step out of the void and meet someone else, perhaps for a battle or even a moment of passion before flying back into the blackness.

The thing about them that many ground bound didn't consider when talking about the satellites, tavern or no, was that laws were at the whims of whoever owned the satellite. Many if not most of them were owned by people who, at one's most polite, could be referred to as unscrupulous.

Needless to say, that often made a simple pit stop dangerous if you weren't connected to a trading company or group of some kind.

No one liked to make enemies of a syndicate, or worse, a capitalist.

One such satellite, the Lost Star, was one of the literal type, where a slightly larger than average asteroid had been colonized enough to sustain a small group of people and their business, a grimy little tavern and inn.

In truth it was better than most satellite taverns, big enough to house plenty of patrons but not to big that anyone shady would be interested.

At most of just had the usual gang, which weren't that bad in the grand scheme of things. At least they paid for their drinks.

The Lost Star danced on the fringe of an asteroid belt, fitted with rockets to keep it from drifting too far inside the thick of the space rock river. A dense oxygen field coated the surface and a cluster of tethers were affixed to it's core for smaller ships to dock onto it, or for it to dock to a large trading vessel.

Looking at the building itself, one would typically think of a hole in the wall sort of place, carved out of a hill of melted stone that had been dug out of the desolate rock and made to look vaguely building shaped.

Inside it at least had decent furnishing, steel tables and worn tapestries with artificial lighting to balance out the bleakness of space.

The owner was indistinguishable from the other workers with his spotty leather apron and grease stained shirt. At his hip was a heavy duty blaster in case things got too rowdy in his establishment.

You'd have to be stupid to not have one in your staff.

In spite of that, the other employees didn't have a blaster, but they did have some hardcore taser systems on them. They weren't top of the line or anything, but enough to keep the people working there safe enough from the average belligerent drunkard.

That day in particular wasn't all that different from any other day in the Lost Star, a number of tethers connected to the asteroid meant a fair number of patrons drinking their fill.

It was a decent selection that had been shipped in too, one of their regular suppliers. No one was really focusing on anything, just drinking and trying to forget the sensation of loneliness that traversing through space could bring.

The only people not trying to drown themselves in enough booze to forget about existence were a trio of young men who clearly hadn't been traveling in space for a long time. True they were a small group, but the fact that they were chuckling about something with them was a clear sigh that they were some young punks cruising around space to cause trouble for those who had enough problems.

It was clear that they wanted to spice up their little rest stop, but had yet to decide on a target from the limited pool of miserable specimens among the bar.

The employees of the tavern were looking at the three of them, who seemed to be getting antsier by the moment.

Luckily for the other people at the bar, someone new walked into the establishment.

She didn't seem to be different from any other lonely space traveler, with a belt of weapons around her waist. Her clothes were a tad strange for that area, loose sleeves and pants that seemed to close around her like a robe of some kind. The shirt top itself was a rich blue and dotted with a silver flower pattern, while the pants were a simple dark gray.

Every stitch was a clear indication that wherever she was from it was pretty far off.

Her species was clearly mammalian at first glance, the sight of her long ponytail trailing behind her being the biggest indication of that. Such a species was fairly common everywhere, nothing to special. Still, anything was possible this far out in the void so she was likely yo have a few secrets in her genetics.

Her eyes connected with one of the servers, who nodded as she sat down at one of the empty tables that sat a little ways away from everyone else.

After a moment that same server came up to her and she ordered a glass of something sweet and flavorful.

“I mean it when I say flavorful,” she said. “Most alcohol is pretty bland, but if you have to add a flavoring I'm okay with it as long as it doesn't put you out.”

The server paused a moment before making a face that said the woman had something of a point, especially as she held out a vial of tellurium and they suddenly didn't care about whatever she asked for and went over to the back to prepare the drink.

Such a move seemed like an amateur one, to flash something so valuable in an asteroid tavern like it was a bottle of oxygen on a forest planet. A few of the other patrons raised their eyebrows as they watched her actions, but since most of them were old enough to know not to pick a fight there was even a chance they could lose they left her to her own devices.

At their corner, the three young hotshots interests were clearly piqued.

The woman didn't pay much attention to the eyes on her as she reached into her belt and pulled out a tablet, standard as a pair of boots if a bit cracked in places. After that she removed an old looking leather journal with paper and everything, clunking it on the desk.

Only getting her drink was enough to pull her attention away from what she was doing, and as she held her tablet in one hand she used her free hand to take a sip now and again.

Everyone kept an eye on her as she sat alone and sipped her drink. Her loose sleeves swished as she brushed a stray hair out of her face and behind her ear.

The rhythm of what she was tapping out cut through the murmurs in the tavern, erratic and only half certain as she poured over between the screen and paper journal in front of her.

Had she been at a more populated place she might have been able to hide into a crowd and keep anyone from caring about her, just another face in the crowd. Here though, she was a bit more of a sore thumb. She was even a species who actually had thumbs!

All around her the tavern shifted into an atmosphere of tensity. Anyone with a decent amount of experience knew that something was going to happen with this woman, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who would be the catalyst.

It took a few moments of silence, her fingers skimming over the paper journal in front of her as she drank, before the trio of men made their move.

The largest among them stood and threw a grin back at his comrades, who were hooting after him as he approached the woman.

She didn't seem to notice him, but her movements seemed to slow a little bit.

“You're a long way from home, aren't you little thing?”

He words dripped with toxicity and smugness that made anyone who was within earshot feel skin crawl.

His whole weight was leaned against the table she was sitting at, the whole of his body towering over her.

“You're blocking my light,” she said to him without looking up. “If you don't mind please.”

He only leaned in further, breathing heavily as she sat there not looking up at him. His lips curled into a sneer as she squinted at the paper journal below her, trying to make do with the light that was now limited due to being blocked.

“I would much rather play,” the aggressor said to her. “You seem like the perfect toy to relieve my boredom.”

That made her finally look up at him.

Her eyes flicked up to the man in front of her, glancing him up and down for a moment before turning back to her tablet to brighten up the screen. In spite of the casual threat he had said to her, she didn't seem impressed by the look of him enough to take it seriously.

The guy didn't seem to mind being ignored, if anything he was happy to use it as an excuse to get into her face and use her desire to not be bothered as an excuse.

“You might not understand this,” he said, leaning down close to get into her face. “But I have no intention of taking no for an answer, and my boys don't either.”

Back at their table to other two men hooted at her, much to the chagrin of everyone else in the tavern. The girl though, ignored them and stared up at the man who was trying to front on her.

His eyes roved her body hungrily, and there was no need to guess what he had in mind when he referred to her as a toy.

And yet...

“I'd like to be intimidated for you,” she said. “But I'm afraid you're not intimidating.”

A snarl pulled across his face and he threw his fist at her face.

She artfully ducked underneath his swinging fist, practically planking on the chair to avoid his attack and seemingly bounced back with an open palm directly into his mouth, knocking a few jagged fangs loose in the process as he stumbled back.

Her attacker spat out a few fangs and snarled at her as his friends started to surround her. They drew their weapons, guns in each hand that had heavy grip that was good for striking, and glanced at each other to gauge what to do.

Nearby the other patrons watched the small brawl that was breaking out, hoping that it was kept to the four of them.

Meanwhile the woman was putting her book and tablet away and standing up. She pushed off her loose robe to reveal a slightly tighter bodysuit underneath as she wrapped the sleeves around her waist and tied them off.

The potential assailant gripped his rapidly bleeding mouth with one hand as he swung the other to rally his boys, and they came without him having to say anything.

One of them pulled out a knife and the other pulled on some knuckle dusters that sparked with electricity across his fingertips. It seemed very impractical to the woman, but she supposed it was meant to just look cool.

Knife moved first, striding ahead and swinging the knife in a downward arc in a stab. The woman pivoted away and used the momentum to spin her leg into his arm. The strike of her foot was enough to knock the knife out of his hand.

She then leapt up off of the ground to kick her other leg onto his head, sending him sprawling back a few feet as his vision swam for a moment.

As Knife wobbled from the hit, Knuckle Duster dashed past his companion to try and electro punch her while she was regaining her balance from the kicks. She raised her fist to block him as best as she could, the electric current of his weapon pressing into her arm and burning into her clothed flesh. The bodysuit blocked a bit of the damage but it still hurt like a bitch.

But hit threw her balance back in check to she could better defend herself from him.

Knuckle Duster swung his other fist, but she was able to better block him so his taser couldn't brush against her body again. This time she could redirect his attack instead of straight out putting her arm in harms way.

She knew she had to take him out quickly, and her chance came as Knife ran forward to try and hit her from behind with a chair.

A quick duck as Knuckle Duster pulled his arms back and Knife swung the chair was all she needed to get the punching jerk out of her face. And she used Knife's panic at hitting his friend to spin around and punch him in the face and knock him down.

To make sure that Knuckle Duster was out for good the woman raised her leg back and kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him down further.

She sighed in relief, only for the footsteps of the leader to reach her ear. He was running towards her in fury, likely with his own weapon drawn.

Rather than turning to him, she kept her eyes on the fallen comrades until she could gauge he was close enough.

Then she tripped him.

A small scoot to one side as she stuck her leg out was all she needed to do and he was tumbling face first into the table that she had been sitting at before he approached to bother her.

Her unfinished drink was jostled when he made contact and fell to the floor. Sadly it didn't hit him, but some of the glass scattered around his head as he groaned in pain.

Now that they were all down on the ground, the woman took the chance to restrain them and pulled out some sturdy carbon cord and tied each one's hand behind their backs with it.

Because the action was over, the rest of the patrons of the bar turned back to their drinks and the staff all breathed a sigh of relief and rushed in to take care of the damage. The owner and bartender on the other hand opted to approach the victor of the fight.

The owner was diving her a stern expression, his beak grinding together as he scratched at his blue tinted neck.

She smiled apologetically at him and scratched her head, looking at the damage that his employees were cleaning up.

“I apologize for that,” she said. “I'll pay for the damages.”

She bent over and rifled through the pockets and pouches of her attackers, eventually finding a few small canisters of neon and one lithium vial that looked to have been made a good while away, more than enough to pay for any damages.

“I don't know the value of these in this part of the void,” she said. “But it should get far enough for you to at least cover the broken chair and glass, not to mention the price of my drink and the work it takes to clean it.”

He glared at her, but snatched the vials out of her hand anyway and walked away from her to put it in a safe place to trade with properly later. Along the way he stopped to squawk something to his employers, but that didn't matter to her.

“Before I leave,” The woman asked, pulling her journal out again and approaching one of the employees. “Can I ask something of you?”

She opened her journal into his face and showed him a vaguely drawn picture of some sort of star system. It was roughly drawn and had a number of symbols over each planet, mostly skulls.

“Can you identify this place?” She asked.

There was a pause as the image was absorbed by this person who really had no patience for such sudden questioning by the person who managed to knock out three rough looking jerks about some old sketches.

“That's probably the Skeretti system,” the put out employee said after a moment. “Pretty empty due to a lot of wars that happened years ago. Left most of the planets there uninhabitable and the asteroids are pretty damn irradiated, only life left out there is ”

Looking at the page herself, she nodded firmly and shut the book with a snap and she turned away to head outside and put her own spoils of the battle into her own ship.

“Thank you,” she said over her shoulder before leaving.

Mercifully no one else opted to follow her out of the tavern and into the cold air of the Void.

Around her, pixels of light glinted across her body to indicate that her space suit was operating properly as she exited the oxygen and gravitational field of the tavern itself and wandered into the tether field where her ship was waiting for her.

It was floating in space with the line out farther than all others no one else could hit it.

Carefully she hooked herself onto the tether with a secure carabiner. She then reached down to press a small button on her boots to release her gravitational lock that auto jumped when she exited the building.

And then she jumped.

Moving along a tethered lines was easy in the Void, no gravity an all that. One hand over the other with way less strain on her body than if she was planet side and she honestly found it fun as she passed .the other ships along the way.

Once she got to the ship it took a quick slip inside and a few buttons and she was able to properly breathe oxygen inside her ship again.

She didn't untether just yet, wanting to wait and sit in the silence for a bit.

Sitting in Constellation's cockpit she pulled the journal out of her sleeve and opened it to look at the first page.

'To my beautiful daughter, Ame Yozora. Our scattered roots may belong to the stars, but they will always be yours'

The Skeretti System, she would have to see if this wild goose chase got her to where she needed to go.

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𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋

a/n: could be considered a teaser of sorts..

warnings:bondage, experienced dom shoto,do not use this work of fiction as a resource for practicing bondage safely.

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More Honey cuz I’ve gone insane

My Sheep hybrid AU Honey, from Miggiisdumb’s bnha hybrid farm au has been taking of my brain recently, so I wrote another thing for her. This time we actually see some of the smut she and farmer Shoto get up to.

I have no idea how farms work so a lot of this is guesswork and googling, also I am not a very good writer. But honestly, writing smut and sex gets me motivated anyway so here we go.

Shino belongs to one-spicy-spider and you should shower her with love.

Donovan stared into her eyes and ran his hands over her clothed breasts, her nipples hardening from the attention. The way his thumbs kneaded into the hardened buds sent shivers through her soft skin.

“Can you feel me through your dress?” He asked her, pressing himself fully against her and grinding his hips into her crotch. “The flimsy fabric you typically wear makes you practically naked, which I often love. But you're not actually nude, which can make things frustrating, as you can feel.”

Indeed, Alyssa could feel his manhood through the thin fabric of the white dress she wore, it throbbed through his own trousers and sent her into a flush.

“Do you want me?” He whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her wetter.

With a heavy swallow she nodded, and Donovan grinned and reached for the straps of her dress and pulled it apart with a hard ripping sound.

Her hands instinctively tried to cover herself, but he used one hand to grab her wrists and pinned them above her head. She could feel his long fingers twist down her skin and tightening around her joints, locking her into that position.

The now tattered dress fell to the floor as he snaked his massive hand down between her legs and pressed his entire palm against her dripping pussy and tapped lightly against her folds. She groaned at the gentle touch, hoping for him to pressing rougher.

“Do you want it rougher?” He said to her. “Do you want my fingers to treat you mean?”

“Please!” Alyssa cried. “Take me, open me and use me as you please!”

Donovan pushed his fingers inside her and kissed into her neck, teeth grazing her skin and his tongue working around her neck and squeezing, not to strangle her, but to feel her heartbeat against one of his most sensitive appendages.

She loved the way that his long fingers reached inside her in ways no one else could, and she groaned out in pleasure as he felt around inside her.

“Take me with your cock,” she moaned out. “Fill my cunt with your barbs and never let me go.”

“Sheepy, earth to sheepy!”

Honey snapped the book closed, her face aflame and legs squirming slightly as she pressed the book against her chest. She looked up at the sight of Doctor Keigo looking down at her with a smirk on his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

She winced and stuffed her smut back into the little pocket of her wool.

When she went over to Doctor Keigo's office for her checkup he had said it was okay for her to take the book she had been reading, and he once said as log as it kept her from being too nervous she could keep doing so.

They both forgot how much of a distraction her reading habits could be.

“I'm glad to know you're enjoying my gift,” the vet said to her as she turned back to him. “One person's trash really is another person's treasure and all that, still it'd be nice if you paid a pinch attention during your checkup.”

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No worries Sheepy,” he said. “Some people get sucked into it more than others. Now let me check your vitals to you can head back to the barn and finish that bodice ripper.”

He took out his stethoscope and began checking her heartbeat.

“It's a bit fast,” he muttered. “Though I have a good guess why that is.”

Honey stuck her tongue out at him, proof that she was getting more used to him and could be comfortable around with without fear.

“I know you first got into them for research,” he said idly. “You wanna get more ideas for how to better seduce the lads around here, most likely Shoto because you're more of a nightingale than a sheep most days.”

Honey pouted, he had insisted that before but she didn't think so. She didn't like him because he saved her or anything, she liked him because when she was scared and alone he was kind to her and made her feel like this new place was home.

That was completely different.

“I'm not a sexy cow,” she said. “I can't just make him suck my boobs the way he does with the cows, I wanna be able to walk all sexy and make him hard just as our eyes meet.”

Her fancy description and wistful tone made Keigo throw her a look, she really had been diving into those books a lot hadn't she?

“You really don't need at that faff to seduce someone, you know,” he said. “Men aren't complicated, and it's not like you've never screwed him before.”

“Well, yeah,” Honey admitted as she turned around and leaned over as far as she could without falling. “But I can barely ask for normal sex, what about that fancy sex I keep reading about and wanna try? The one where the princess was taken on the ship and tied to the mast, and the Octopus King saved her from the pirates and pleasured her while pulling the boat she was still tied to to his kingdom is still one of my favorites.”

Keigo paused in his checking of her spine.

“Was that was that one was about?” He muttered.

Honey ignored him and straightened herself back up, a few of her spinal joints popping as she stretched slightly.

“Is it so bad to wanna feel like a pretty damsel being rescued by her strong prince sometimes?” She asked, voice growing shy by her admission.

Keigo wrote something down on his clipboard with an amused sigh.

“Honestly considering what usually goes down around here that's probably pretty tame,” he admitted. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

She complied with each of his instructions and made a 'blah' to show him her tongue, checkups were kinda boring of she were being honest. Luckily only a few more things needed to be checked up on anyway, and he soon was able to finish things up with her.

“Alright Sheepy,” He said. “Everything looks to be in order her, you need me to escort you back to your pen?”

“No thank you,” Honey said. “I'm fine, goodbye doctor.”

“Next time I'll being you a series,” he said as she slipped out the door. “You're one of my most manageable patients, so I have to reward that somehow.”

He threw her a little wink and laughed at her flustered reaction, slamming the door behind her.

Doctor Keigo doing that always spurred her into a run, sprinting back to her pen where she could finish her book in relative peace.

The barn was usually pretty empty around this time of day, most of the other animals being milked or sheared or fucked.

Sometimes they fucked in the barn itself, but the hay had yet to be replaced and most of the hybrids preferred clean hay to roll around in.

Honey arrived at the barn hoping to find a bit of quiet, curl up under her blanket and read and get a few more ideas to become more confidant in herself. Sometimes she got so absorbed in her novels that she didn't even notice that sex was happening in the pen right next to her.

She didn't expect what she saw when she entered the barn made for the sheep to get to her pen.

“What?”

Amber eyes flashed at her as a stranger stared at her in silence.

A raccoon hybrid was rooting around in Honey's little pen and had strewn her novels all over the place, nearly all of them in tatters. Ripped out pages littered the floor and the cover of 'A midsummer night's cream' was sticking out of the raccoon's mouth as well as a few strings of the she's blanket.

Honey wasn't a violent hybrid by nature, in fact she was probably the least physically assertive (or any kind of assertive) hybrid in the the entire farm.

But when she saw what this stranger had done to her belongings and sleeping space something inside her snapped.

“NO!” She screamed, running towards the offending trespasser with her little hands in fists as she bounded over the fencing to get to her. “Get away! Those are mine!”

She tried to throw a punch at the raccoon, but was caught off guard by the little pest swiftly spinning around and swinging a knife wildly at Honey, slicing into her arm. A manic laugh erupted from her feral throat at her own actions.

But unluckily for the raccoon, Honey was loud when she was both scared and hurt.

She screamed as loud as she could, praying that someone could hear her, and she grabbed the raccoon by the roots of her scraggly blonde hair to make sure she couldn't escape. Another attempt to swing the knife resulted in Honey using her other hand to grip the grimy raccoon wrist in exchange for the blade nicking her skin.

“Geh!” The raccoon let out a harsh grunt as Honey pulled the sloppy hair. “Gedoffa me you stupid farmie brat!”

She pulled her arm away from Homey's losing her knife in the process, and swiped out at Honey's body, and the sheep was thankful for the level of wool she had accumulated because the claws protected her flesh from being sliced into.

Instead they tangled up into the wool itself which was less than ideal.

The pair of them ended up tussling amongst the scattered papers, with the raccoon trying to pry free from Honey and Honey herself trying to keep her in place despite the pain of her wool getting snagged.

Blood from her knife wounds trickled down her arm as the sheep hybrid tightened her grip on the raccoon's scraggly hair, one of the twin buns coming loose as she held fast.

It hurt really bad and she was scared out of her mind but she was too angry to let go.

The raccoon girl hissed as her claws managed to get free from the wool, tearing a chunk of it out in the process. She dug her hands into the arm that was grabbing at her hair and cause the sheep to let go.

“That's it!” The pest shrieked. “I'll teach you to mess with my rummaging!”

She drew her clawed fingers back and swiped at Honey's face, the sheep closed her eyes and braced for impact.

A sudden clang interrupted the pain and she felt herself get pulled away.

She blinked in confusion before realizing that she was in Shoto's arms, one hand wrapped protectively around her while the other held held a large empty bucket.

The raccoon was doubled over, clutching her head.

“Shoto!” Honey breathed.

“Damn you!” The raccoon cried out. “Don't interfere you asshole!”

Shoto looked like he was going to swing his bucket again, but something stopped him. A rush of air from above as something else literally flew into the barn and landed atop the fencing of the pen.

The barn owl hybrid Shino stared down at the scene with fury in her eyes.

The raccoon stared back.

“Well shit.”

Shino let out a screech, spreading her wings to their fullest and causing the raccoon to let out a shriek and turned around to run, but Shino was faster. The owl hybrid was on her in a second, pinning down her prey with her mighty talons.

The raccoon could only kick and scream as she was held fast.

Honey stared in awe at the sight of how easily Shino had apprehended that horrible raccoon, and made a mental note to thank her in some way once everything was set back to normal.

Glancing at the tatters of her books below, she wondered if she could make a flower crown out of the papers for her. She'd look super pretty with one, not that she didn't look pretty already.

At the barn doors many cows gathered to try and take a peek at what had happened, the heifers who could see the mess whispering to the cows in back and sending the whispers of gossip throughout them.

A few of the cows could see that Honey was bleeding, and that only got them more abuzz with interest. Shoto ignored them in favor of putting his bucket down and checking up on the little sheep in his arms.

“Thank you,” Shoto said to Shino. “I was afraid I'd have to hold it off myself.”

“No problem, I'm just sad I didn't catch her earlier. Hey! Quit kicking,” Shino snapped as other farmers and hybrids arrived at the barn to see what the fuss was about. “Don't make me rip that nasty head of yours off.”

While Shino was threatening, Iida barged in, pushing past the gossipy cows and taking a look at the situation in all it's chaos. When his eyes fell on the raccoon hybrid beneath Shino he actually recoiled at the sight of her.

“What on earth is she doing in here?” He asked. “How did she get in?”

“Maybe we can get the details out of her later,” Shoto told him. “Right now we should take care of Honey.”

He looked over her and took stock of the injuries she had sustained in her scuffle. All of a sudden the gravity of what had just happened hit her like a ton of bricks, the pain of her wounds coming to her now that the adrenaline was wearing off. She threw herself deeper into Shoto's chest and let out a tired sob.

“I'll take care of her,” he said to Iida. “You take care of that thing.”

“Bring her here Todoroki,” A voice said, silencing the gossiping cows. Doctor Keigo walking inside with a medical kit at his side and Izuku trailing behind.

Shino's feathers puffed up in irritation at the sight of Keigo, but given the situation she didn't move from her grip atop the intruder as he stood just outside the pen.

Keigo kept his distance and gave a nod to Izuku, who approached with a long pole with a looped steel cable.

Izuku quickly looped the snare around the raccoon's neck, only giving Shino the okay to let her up once he was sure it was secure.

“Keep one talon on her,” Keigo advised. “Take her to my office and don't take your eyes off her for a second. I have a friend who can make sure she isn't diseased and take her back to wherever she came from.”

It was clear that the great owl Hybrid wasn't keen on going to his office, but since he seemed to be staying behind to take a look at her little sheep friend.

Only slightly reluctantly, Shino and Izuku led the raccoon, who had begun laughing like a lunatic for some reason, and the onlooking cows hooted jeers and jabs at her.

“Now now!” Iida shouted at the crowd of hybrids looking on. “Nothing to see here everyone, go back about your day, unless you would like to help clean this mess up!”

That made them scatter, most back to their milking or fucking.

“I'll cover you for today,” Iida said to Shoto. “You make sure she's alright, I know she likes you best so it'll be quickest if it's in your hands.”

The way his face pinked a little bit told Shoto all he needed to know about where his mind was at as he walked outside where the remainder of the cows were waiting for him.

Not that either of them were complaining.

Setting her down, Shoto took Honey's sliced up arms and winced at the sight of them. He hated the sight of anyone on this farm hurt, and reaching for the medical supplies that Keigo placed nearby he carefully got about disinfecting her injuries.

She winced at the disinfectant rubbing into her wounds but remained still so Shoto could do his job. Once he was done he pressed his hand to her cheek, which she leaned into and kissed his palm.

Nearby, Keigo was examining the knife that had been used to stab at Honey.

“Looks like she swiped this from somewhere on the farm,” he said. “That means it's not likely to have any diseases on it, so that's a bit of good news here. I'll take a blood sample just in case, but I don't think you have anything to worry about, especially since you've been given shots to prevent this sort of thing.”

“That's good,” Shoto said as he bandaged up her injuries. “You've been really brave so far, can you hold still so he can do that?”

She nodded, but leaned into Shoto's chest anyway as Keigo pulled out a hypodermic needle and drew closer. No one liked needles on the farm, but she knew better than to kick up a fuss about it after everything and let him draw a bit of blood.

Once he had taken his sample he stood up so he could head out to get it checked out.

“I'll leave it to you two then,” he said. “You kids play nice.”

Shoto ignored him, and the joke flew over Honey's head as she looked at the mess made of her pen. He laughed as the barn doors closed behind him and left them alone.

Honey sighed sadly as she bent down to pick up the destroyed books that were scattered around her pen, the sadness of losing them creeping back to her.

“I can't believe that horrible thing destroyed all my books,” she said sadly. “I loved them all and now they're ruined. I might be able to figure out how to make the scraps into something pretty, but it's sad that I won't be able to read them anymore.”

“'Tonio gazed into Angelica's eyes and gave her full rump a squeeze, causing a grunt to erupt from her throat. He wanted to make that sound fill his mind forever, and he had just in instrument to do so.'” Shoto read from one of the papers, his eyebrows raising with each word. “This is some intense stuff, you know.”

Honey flushed and tried to grab at the papers, but he snatched it out of her reach with a teasing grin.

“Were you hoping to get some ideas?” He asked.

She was about to deny it, but she realized that the look in his eye was a chance that he was giving her. Honey swallowed and said the first thing she could think of.

“So what if I was?”

That was all he needed to hear.

Shoto pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another above her eye, and her nose, and finally to her soft lips.

She hummed into his kiss, feeling everything around them melt away. Her mouth opened instinctively and allowed him to push his tongue against hers as he gently guided her backwards until her back hit the pile of hay in the corner.

His hands ran across her soft body, fondling her chest as he kissed her and traveling lower and lower. One hand hooked under one leg and hitched it up to allow better access to the lovely pussy that was aching for him.

She moaned into his mouth as he fingered at her delicate clit, rubbing small circles into it with her thumb as his fingers probed her sloppy little hole.

Honey's hands gripped around his neck and pulled him closer to her, as close as they could possibly manage. He took the chance to nip at her neck, at that spot he knew drove her crazy as his fingers pumped in and out of her and curled his fingers just so, making tremors shake her body as she spilled over his hand.

“You,” she panted. “You were like my knight in shining bucket.”

That made him laugh against her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin and savoring the feel of her pulse beneath his tongue.

He wanted to make sure she was completely ready for him, loosening her walls so there wouldn't be any pain. She's already gone through enough after all.

After another few moments, he pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the fly of his pants.

“I'm you're knight eh?” He muttered as he fumbled with the zipper. “In that case...”

The sounds she made had made him achingly hard, and he could tell she had been thinking about his erection for a long time as he freed it from it's confines. She looked hungry for it, as much as he was for her.

“Allow me to claim my reward from the lovely maiden then.”

Honey felt like Princess Stella from one of her favorite novels, and she bit her lip in anticipation as her legs spread more, as much as she could manage.

Shoto ran a hand along her thigh, gentle and loving.

“Well then, are you ready for me?” he whispered into her ear. “Ready for your knight to take you?”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh please fuck me, I can't wait anymore.”

Shoto gripped her legs and spread them as wide as she could comfortably manage and pressed his length into her aching pussy with a groan, the wetness from his earlier treatment allowing him to slide in until he was balls deep.

They both let out guttural moans that were practically in harmony.

“You alright?” He asked, not moving an inch until he was sure she was good about it.

She was stuffed so full of him that all she could do was nod, allowing him to pull away from her and slam back inside against her cervix, making her head fall back with her tongue lolling out of her mouth as he fucked into her until she could barely think straight.

“Oh god,” she moaned, bouncing against his relentless pounding. “Oh yes, please yes! More, please.”

The panting she made and the bounce of her breasts against his pounding only spurred him on further, and he repositioned her legs further until they were pushed up against her ears. It felt like heaven for both of them as fucked deeper into her.

Honey was on cloud nine, only able to think of the sensation of the man above her rearranging her insides. She reached a trembling hand down to where the pair of them were connected so she could continue at her clit. The sight was too delicious and Shoto felt the pressure building up inside him reach a peak, but he did everything in his power to hold off as he mercilessly pounded away.

The two of them filled the air of the barn with their gasps and moans until Honey began to feel her orgasm reach a boil.

“Please,” she panted. “Cum, I wan' cum. Come inside me, please!”

Her begging was enough to push him further towards the edge, and she felt the tension inside her was wound tighter and tighter as he hammered into her even harder.

It was impossible to tell how long they went on for, until a wave of bliss crashed over her with a loud cry. Her back arched sinfully and her walls clamped around his length and triggered an orgasm of his own.

He pressed against her as he emptied his load inside her, filling her up with his cum.

Bliss.

The pair of them panted against each other, their high winding down but they didn't dare move or the feeling would dissipate quicker.

Shoto pressed a kiss to Honey's neck after a moment.

“Good girl,” he panted.

Carefully he pulled out, watching as a few dribbled of his seed spilled from her. She looked up at him with a smile and longing in her eyes.

“Shall we clean up now?” He asked.

“Let's wait just another moment,” Honey said. “This feels too nice.”

He smiled, Iida had told him to take care of her after all. This was all part of the job and who was he to go against his orders?

And she was so soft and perfect to snuggle up with.

It wasn't until an hour later that they were able to get themselves to clean up the pen, saving the paper so Honey could make a lovely crown of paper flowers for her other hero.

She was sad to see her lovely stories go, but considering the fallout she could deem the acceptable losses.

Besides, between doctor Keigo and other farmers hearing what had happened, she soon had more than enough donations to replace it with.

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Eff it

This is my writing blog now, since I might actually do something with it in that case.

So I’ll be putting random writing here, anything that strikes my fancy that I put down in written form. Fanfiction, original stuff, hardcore smut, rants, you name it.

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I said I'd write something for Honey, you did this to me!

(Anon note: I’m terrible as submitting things on anon but I hope you enjoy this little ficlet that I enjoyed writing after a big burst of inspiration. Sorry my other submissions about this little sheepy have been such a mess.)

Cotton probably didn’t mean to be mean, she was just being honest when she told Honey ‘Why worry about boob stuff if you’re not a cow?’

And that sent to poor little sheep into a bit of a tizzy.

She liked the farmhand Shoto, lots of the hybrids here did. He was the first person who she was able to get comfy enough to let shear her after she arrived, and was the only one she still trusted to do it. He made her heart thrum in a way that wasn’t fear.

But after a bit of time she noticed that the cows got a special sort of service that she didn’t get. They got milked, and their breasts got taken care of in a way that clearly felt good to them.

But when she tried to fondle herself the way the farmers handled the cows, nothing happened.

Maybe it only felt good when milk came out?

She went to ask Cotton about it, only for the heifer she admired so much to tell her that haunting thing.

“Cows get special treatment,” the cow said, not noticing how her words were affecting the little sheep. “Milking feels really really good and we form a special bond with farmers cuz of it.”

Honey would have asked more, but she heard Katsuki stomp and and that wasn’t an encounter she was ready to experience just yet.

He was way too scary for her to handle.

As she ran off, she thought about what Cotton said, and her poor mind started to spiral.

Did not being a cow mean Shoto didn’t like her the way she liked him? Did she have to be a cow to be special to him? If she wasn’t special, did that mean she was a bother?

The more she thought about it, the gloomier she felt. She hid in her little wing of the barn for a while after that.

When Shoto came in to shear her, he immediately knew something was wrong because Honey refused to turn and face him.

She usually liked sitting chest to chest in his lap as he worked away at her wool, but suddenly she refused to look at him?

Heck no.

He gripped her by the underarm and plopped her in his lap, comb and clippers at the ready to begin the process. With a practiced hand he got to work removing her fast growing wool.

When she first arrived he wasn’t as good at this, shearing her very sloppily and making a mess of her style. He got a lot better so the end result of her shearing would look as cute as she deserved, and he was certain she appreciated it by the eagerness she usually displayed in his treatment.

Now though, Honey pressed her face into his shoulder, squeezing her arms together instead of wrapping them around him like she usually did.

He got most of the wool that dangled past her back and waited for her to sit up she he could fix some of the wool closer to her face.

But when he tried to pry her of of him to fix her bangs, she squirmed and refused to

Okay, now he was certain something was wrong. She was never this fussy even when she was a terrified new arrival.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked in a firm but gentle voice as he pushed her bangs out of the way to see if her eyes showed any signs of sickness. “If you’re sick, I can call in Keigo to give you a once over. You know you don’t have to hide anything from me right? Everyone is safe here, I won’t get mad at you.”

It took one second if his concerned expression staring into her big waterlogged eyes for her to burst into tears.

“WAAAAAAAAAH!”

The little sheep’s sudden crying startled Shoto so much he nearly dropped his comb.

Outside the barn, a few other hybrids glanced up at the noise but decided it wasn’t worth checking out just yet.

“W-what’s the matter?” Shoto asked, trying to figure out what the heck caused the sheep to suddenly cry.

Even though she was always timid, she was the type to not show her feelings because she was scared they would bother someone.

All this was definitely new.

“I’m not a cooooow,” she wailed.

He could only blink at the statement.

“What?”

“I *hic* can’t *hic* be *hic* special to you unless I’m a coooow!” She cried. “All the cows get special touches and feel good, but I’m not a cow so I can’t get that from yooooou.”

Ah.

Shoto sighed fondly and leaned her back into his shoulder, patting her back gently as she cried. He hummed softly to her as her tears wound down.

A few other hybrids poked curious heads into the barn, wondering what happened, but Shoto waved them away. This was a private moment of weakness and she didn’t want her to be more embarrassed.

Once she had stopped crying and was simply sniffling quietly, he looked her back in the eyes, carefully trimming her bangs as he spoke to her.

“Whoever told you that is wrong,” he said. “You’re my little Corriedale, and of course you’re special to me. ”

She bit her lip and swallowed nervously.

“Am I special enough for this?”

As she asked that, she guided the hand holding the comb to her chest, face aflame.

He smiled and gave her chest a soft squeeze, eliciting a squeak from Honey as something thrummed inside her.

It felt different when it was someone else doing the fondling.

That was all Shoto needed to hear as he turned her around and lifted her rump onto his lap, her torso falling onto the hay below. It wasn’t a new position for them to do this in, but after everything it seemed odd to suddenly get into it.

“I need to shear the rest of you,” he said above her. “I’ll take care of you better from now on.”

She was about to ask what he meant, until she felt his leg shift beneath her and and come to rest against her pussy, which felt a lot hotter all of a sudden.

He ran a hand across her back, rubbing his thumb into a certain spot along her spine that made her tremble.

“Good girl,” he said lowly. “You’re my good little lamb.”

…

Later, when cleaning the sheared wool Izuku noticed that there was a lot more hay on it than usual.

Shoto casually said that he must have dropped it and left it at that.

And Cotton noticed Honey looking a lot more chipper lately, but she opted to not comment since she could guess what probably happened.

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Boy witches, I support you & you are welcome on my blog.  Trans witches, I support you & you are welcome on my blog.  cis women don’t own magic. you have a place in the magic community. 

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Be a Better Writer Spell Bag.

What you’ll need:

Small bag/sachet. 

Small piece of paper, and pen.

Your favorite incense (mine is Dragon’s Blood).

A gemstone (I used Dragon’s Tooth Coral). 

Green candle wax: To represent success and abundance.

Peppermint oil: Promotes concentration and regeneration.

Cilantro: Brings peace to your home (or wherever you write), also helps attune yourself to your soul.

Dandelion: Increases psychic ability and opens the mind. 

Rose leaves or petals: Increases passion and motivation. 

What to do:

Light your favorite incense to cleanse your space.

Rub gemstone with peppermint oil. Remember, a little goes a long way.

Hold gemstone over the incense smoke for a little while, then set it near by to charge.

Gather the Cilantro, Dandelions, and Rose. Place them into your bag. Shake it up a bit.

Take your small piece of paper and write “Writer” on it, along with any symbols/sigils you’d like to use if applicable. I wrote the word in both Theban and English. 

Fold the paper, then seal it with green candle wax.

Place your charged gem into the bag along with the paper. Shake it up again.

Now get to work! Start that novel, or that blog you’ve been contemplating. Good luck!

Thanks for reading! And as always, you can personalize this in anyway you’d like. And if being a good writer isn’t something you are trying to achieve, with a little research you can work this spell to fit your needs. For any questions, or even suggestions, please feel free to visit my ask box. 

- carbonlyingnexttome 

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Top 10 Herbs for the Lazy Witch

Maybe you’re maybe you’re a new witch unsure of what herbs are worth your time as a beginner, maybe money is tight, or maybe you’re just lazy (like us). If we could only choose 10 herbs to use in our craft, these would be our top picks. 

1. Basil – its the witch’s herb, need we say more? Not only do its magical uses span from protection to love to wealth to exorcism, but it is also delicious in mundane recipes as well. If you can only have one herb, basil is the way to go.

2. Rosemary – this herb is also blessed with a wide variety of uses. Excellent for purification, lust and love, good health, preventing nightmares, and all kinds of sea witchery. Bonus: its fragrance is to die for.

3. Lavender – so you might not be able to find this at the grocery store, but its magical uses outweigh the small inconvenience of tracking it down. Most often used for healing, love, protection, peace, purification, and sleep, lavender is a go-to for any mental health needs. 

4. Chamomile – lavender’s luckier, jovial cousin. Primarily used in love, healing, and stress reducing spells, but can also be used for luck and gambling. It is associated with the sun, and makes a great tea infusion for stress relief. 

5. Thyme – the best herb for social situations. It attracts loyalty, affection, and a good reputation, but we most often bathe in an infusion of thyme for constant flow of money. Also good for increasing courage. 

6. Cinnamon – while technically a spice, cinnamon has many magical uses and is also delicious in cooking. Ideal for prosperity and success, protection, love, and all spells related to the spiritual self. 

7.  Peppermint – a favorite in herbalism for treatment of digestive issues, this herb ideal for cleansing and protecting. Peppermint is also widely available, makes for lovely tea, and is a great addition to any luck spell.

8. Rose – is any love spell complete without rose petals? This flower is the symbol for beauty, marriage, sexuality, divine love, and all kinds of relationships. A larger list of uses for roses can be found here. 

9. Cayenne Pepper – every witch needs something with a bit of a bite. This spice does wonders as cursing or banishing agent, or even just as an addition to any spell to speed up results. 

10. Mugwort – if we recommend any specialty herb, this is the one. Mugwort is used in spells for divination, astral travel, working within the spiritual realm, and receiving prophetic dreams. (Note: this herb should not be ingested by people who are pregnant)  

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When you don’t have what the spell calls for/don’t know where to get it...

It sucks.  That much we can all agree on.  

But it’s not the end of the world!

There are all sorts of other possibilities and substitutes for your everyday spells charms and potions, not to mention unlikely sources!  Here are just a few!

Substitutions

Socks make great ‘pouches’ for spell bags.  They’re even easy to get in the right colors, usually black or white!  Just add what you need , tie a knot in the sock, and it’s a perfect spell bag!  You can even store your tarot decks or crystals in one!

Most witches know this, but in almost any spell, a white candle can be substituted for any other color.  What many witches don’t think of are all the other options there are!  Just need a few minutes?  Birthday candles work well, and come on almost every color of the rainbow!  And remember that life hack from a few years ago?  In an emergency, a crayon will burn for 30 mins?  What’s a crayon but a candle with no wick?  Light the paper instead, and you have nearly every color of the rainbow at your disposal.  Be careful, of course, as with all candle magic!

Instead of small offering bowls, which can be A) expensive, B) fragile, and C) easily lost, don’t hesitate to use something a little more creative!  A hollowed out fruit or orange skin, a small, still soft dish made of playdough, or a regular kitchen cup all will work just fine!  Just be sure to pick up any fruit as quickly as possible.

True cauldrons are difficult to come by, not to mention expensive.  A nice cast iron pot or dutch oven, however, doesn’t have to be!  It keeps all the same qualities on would look for (Natural, easy to clean, holds remnants of what has been made before within it) in a cauldron, but can be gotten for under 10 dollars at most thrift stores.  Get there early, though, as they are popular!  Once they’ve been seasoned, they make absolutely perfect cauldrons!

Interested in chord magic?  There’s no need to go out and buy special rope or chord.  Most houses have a skein of yarn or spool of twine around somewhere, and both work just fine.  Even sewing thread will work if you don’t mind your finished project being rather small.

Potion bottles and jars can be expensive, not to mention the fact that the few I have for that purpose are almost always filled with one thing or another.  So when you’ve made a perfectly good batch of holy water or confidence draught, only to find that you’ve got nothing to keep it in, remember, nothing but the aesthetic will suffer if you just put it in a plastic leftovers container, or better yet, a spaghetti sauce jar!  Anything good enough to hold your food is good enough for your potions!

Now onto where to get your supplies, as well as the substitutes above!

Most herbs can be found in grocery stores, obviously, but it’s also a great idea to check health food stores in the bulk bins section.   If you only need a bit of something, it may cost you only pennies!

Candles can be a bit expensive.  Unless you don’t mind scented ones, in which case the dollar store is the way to go!  I’m unsure if there’s an international equivalent, but in the US, you can usually get a small candle for one dollar.  Not bad!  Plus they almost always have packs of tealights and glass dishes, which work well for candle holders or offering trays!

two words: GARAGE. SALES.  I’ve found all sorts of amazing stuff at these, some of which I couldn’t buy (My mother would be suspicious.) But there’s usually everything from cast iron to yarn to buttons to books to dishes to statues to cloth to anything you can imagine!  Check them out!

Socks can also be bought at the dollar store.  Btw.

Farmers markets are great if you are looking for produce for kitchen magic, as the items have more personal touches to them.

WILDCRAFTING.  You can find so much out on a walk.  I’ve found bones, crystals, and all manner of herbs, spices, and plant material.

Offer to weed a neighbors garden in exchange for the weeds you pull.  Dandelions, pokeweed, and pigweed are all great spell ingredients.  Ask for bits of what they grow as well!

Trade with your witchey friends!  I grow lemon balm and always have an unholy amount of it, so I swap that and anything else I have extra of for anything from crystals to advice!

I hope all this helped.  Blessings, everyone!

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Basics first.

Basic Elements of Energy Work

Energy work is the ability of a person to control unseen energies. Almost all basic pagan/Wiccan/New Age/witchcraft exercises deal with energy work. Here is a short list of some of the things a young witch should learn.

Grounding. It’s extremely important. You may think it will be fun to carry around a lot of elemental energy - you will quickly change your mind. Grounding is the ability to get excess energy out and ground yourself back in reality. This is especially important if you want to work with dreams, spirits, or visions.

Centering goes hand-in-hand with grounding. As a magical practitioner, you do stuff that leaves your energetic body out of sorts. If you are working with real magic, there is also a chance your grasp on reality can be shaken. Centering is a focus on your physical body that gathers all your loose bits and reforms your energetic body back in to its natural shape. Combine it with grounding to get back to the real world.

Shielding is a basic energy work exercise that is also pretty danged important. Learn to shield yourself and how to place shields around other things, people, and locations. This is a vital element of protection.

Charging is the act of filling an object with energy. You can passively charge things by leaving them around natural elements, but you need to learn how to actively charge something as well.

Programing is the process of giving energy a ‘job’. Programing energy is the basis for all spellwork. When you dress a candle, you are filling it with energy and then programing that energy to do a job for you.

- Tho

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My best friend just taught me the greatest tarot trick: Is there something in your life that isn’t going your way? Shuffle your cards, sift through them and find the Wheel of Fortune card. The cards found on either side of it are insight into what you need to do to change your circumstances.

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Ideas for your Grimoire or               Book Of Shadows

Leaf Rubbings 

Pressed flowers

Sketches of Crystals, Herbs, Flowers, ect.

Correspondences for Crystals and there magickal properties.

Correspondences for Herbs and there magickal properties.

Sketches of the constellations as well as there correspondences.

Jot down your dreams and what they mean to you (or make a dream diary separate from your BOS/Grimoire).

Altar diagrams

Candle Correspondences. 

Keep track of the Lunar cycle and write down what each phase means to you and which phase is best to do which spell/ritual.

A list of deities you incorporate into your practices.  

Whatever sacred days you participate in and what you do to honor them.

About your beliefs.

About the path you follow.

Prayers

Chants

Information on the elements and there correspondences.

Herbalisim

Divination practices

Tarot readings

Runes

Recipes

Healing salves 

Potions

Teas 

Spells

Other religious teachings that inspire you.

Communicating with spirits and writing down there messages.

Any psychic practices or studies

The angels you incorporate in your craft.

Astrology

Your zodiac. Maybe monthly horoscopes?

How to garden by the phases of the moon.                                                                                                                                                                   Feel free to add to this list if I missed something.                                       ==Moonlight Academy==

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10 Witchy Tips

1. Save your incense ashes, and use them to make black salt.

2. Plant Rosemary by your front door to promote, and invite love into your home.

3. Beach sand works as a substitute for sea salt.

4. Brick dust is excellent for protection spells

5. Quartz is sold at most Hardware Stores in the “Garden Section”

6. Cleanse your crystals by moon light, And charge them by sunlight.

7. You can make your own herb infused oils at home with olive oil and dried herb.

8. Pendulums can be made on the spot with thread and a needle.

9. Moping your floors (or cleaning with) pine needle infused water will cleanse a space of negative energy.

10. Placing a bowl of rain water under your bed will help to block nightmares