#Juju charms

[conjuremanj]

JuJus.

Juju is not just a objects but a practice that was and still is performed in West African countries. These objects or not good nor bad, but it can be used for both because they been infused with magical power.

The monkey’s head (above) are probably the most common juju seen in West Africa. In the south in New Orleans they're used quite often in voodoo as a object to protects a person or place from negativity and evil. (Important) There made from something which was once alive. Such as a tree that was used to make let's say mask, totem pole, doll, or a gator head, etc. Jujus can be hung above the door of a home or business, or placed on an altar or anywhere in the home that needs protection.

(Left) a juju doll not my photo. (Right are my alligator teeth juju

Juju operates by using physical contact. The belief is that two entities that have been in close contact have similar properties even after being separated. Which is why a person’s hair, fingernails, a piece of clothing, a shoe, a sock, or a piece of jewel all these things that were worn by a person are perfect candidates for a juju because it contains the essence of that's person's spirit.

Specialists with strong knowledge and experience would typically create a juju. The specialist may be anyone with spiritual knowledge and experience. Because juju's is commonly used as treatment for physical and spiritual ailments from healing insect and animal bites to stoping curses.

[imaplatypus-art]

IT'S BLACK HISTORY MONTH 🫶🏿

Time to remind you all of my fave movie owo AND my newest addition to my TPATF collection: Mama Odie! 🐍. She's so silly but also the smartest in the movie XD or maybe it's wisdom cause she's 197yo 🤔. I also enjoy the fact that she does voodoo but good voodoo, unlike the villain, thus showing that voodoo isn't the problem, it's Facilier and his friends ☠️

All my TPATF charm designs are at my shops. USA here: https://ko-fi.com/s/67992767a3 and international here: https://imaplatypuscreations.etsy.com/listing/1156126940 I went a little hard with her charm back 😳 I hope you all like it!

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(Credits : Anj Twitter)

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[larryhappiday]

CONFESSION: "I'm Sorry For Killing My Brother And His Family"

A wicked man who secretly killed his brother, his wife and three of their children because  of some plots of land has been exposed in this encounter with Pastor Destiny has asked for forgiveness. In an emotionally draining real life drama, the pastor also revealed that Karma had also dealt with him without his knowing because his three children that he was so proud of were not his biological…

[craftyjuju]

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[foreingersgod]

✩ 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

request status: CLOSED!! you are still free to send them into my inbox, but i’m only writing the requests i feel up to atm :)

who i’m currently writing for:

women’s basketball

caitlin clark

kate martin

emily engstler

paige bueckers

juju watkins

kk arnold

nika muhl

georgia amoore

women’s hockey

caroline “k.k.” harvey

click here for my country series! look below for everything else :)

WCBB:

↳ caitlin clark

you’re everything

battered and bruised

is it casual now?

she’s a force to be reckoned with

lost in your touch

red wine supernova

nobody gets me

good luck! babe

twisted ankle

championship

her jersey

regrets

beautiful crazy

texas twang

she likes girls

all for you

obsessed

miss americana + the heartbreak prince

nightmares

jealous

end of the day

↳ kate martin

if she ever leaves me

wedding planning

living life with you

thick and thin

jealousy

night at the gala

hard launch

southern charm

bear

smitten

work song

needy (SMUT 18+)

↳ emily engstler

let’s stay home

let’s stay home pt 2 (SMUT 18+)

tired

tattoos

coloring book

touch

wait up for you

↳ paige bueckers

blackgf!reader headcannons

anxious

naked in manhattan

friendly banter

is this my shirt?

↳ kk arnold

fem!reader headcannons

you’re enough

↳ juju watkins

vb!reader headcannons

date night

↳ nika muhl

best friends sister

↳ georgia amoore

sofia

Women’s Hockey

↳ caroline harvey

you (on my arm)

scaredy cat

[luvzpagie]

J.W X HELLO KITTY OBSESSED!READER HC

𝜗𝜚 ➵ just cause i love hello kitty!

- there’s def mini plushies and figurines sitting on the dashboard of juju’s car, and you’re always adding on to it

- y’all even got into a mini argument over it!!

• “baby, you already have a shit ton of them on there.” “so.. i’m just adding the collection!” “but that’s already enough..” juju sighed looking between you and the mini hello kittys. “fine! i’ll just take them all off” you huffed. “baby i don’t mean it like that- okay.”

- everytime ju comes over she’s instantly knocked out, since your bed is filled with plushies and a soft blanket. she can’t help but to fall asleep, it’s just so comfy!

• “how was your day ju-, no way she’s sleep already” you giggled, looking at your sleeping girlfriend.

- she also thinks it’s super cute when get hello kitty charms on your nails, i picture something like this.

- whenever you guys are having a at home date night, best believe you’re forcing her to wear those hello kitty sheet masks. and you’re taking pics too!

- you make her wear matching hello kitty pjs too

• “baby, do i have too?” “yes. now go put them on” you said shoving the pajamas in the taller girl’s hand.

- juju swears she doesn’t like hello kitty, but every chance she gets shes taking one of your sanrio/hello kitty shirts.

• “i thought you didn’t like hello kitty” you said tugging at the shirt. “i don’t, but the shirt is cute.. i guess” you rolled at juju “yea right”.

- she secretly loves hello kitty, but doesn’t want to prove you right

- even though she “doesn’t like” hello kitty she always spoiling you with stuff related to it, just because it reminds her of you! she literally adds on to your obsession.

[writertothemaximum]

Yuuji with a tall (pushing it at 198cm) scary transfer student from America who's kind of a punk but he's sweet sometimes (mainly only to yuuji) perchance?🧐(N/sfw)

ヤンキー・Yankee: Pt. I

Yuuji x tall delinquent male reader

content // Reader comes from a strict American family, canon-typical violence, reader is a juju tech transfer student, reader is a bit depressed, Reader is smitten™️, (yuuji is too), very wholesome, pre-relationship

note // read part two here! (nsfw)

-When your family moved to Tokyo for “business” related reasons, nothing could have prepared you for the culture shock. The language was one thing, but there were all these social customs that were just implied. No one said anything bluntly to your face, even if they did speak comprehensible English, which a lot of people did. Was it because you were an outsider? Was it because you were American?

-Maybe because of this, you found the life of delinquency easy. Maybe it was because you were 6’6” and no one was going to fuck with a dude twice their height, because nothing meant a quick trip to the hospital like getting into a fight with you.

-But people did. And you busted their faces in. It’s what they deserved. One time you broke your fist on someone’s nose. It was worth it. You got suspended and grounded by your parents, but so what? You never provoked people, they just came at you, and it was within your right to defend yourself. Isolation wasn’t caused by ostracization, it was caused by defense, and in your opinion, there was a lot to be defended.

-One day, your parents told you that you were getting transferred to a select school a little bit outside the city. A strange man (who was surprisingly close to your height) came by the house, offered to fist-fight you, and for the first time in your life, you got your ass whipped.

-It was a this point that you realized that the “imaginary friends” you had been seeing since childhood were called “curses,” and that maybe there was a place in the world for your violence. It had just been an outlet, maybe now you had a purpose.

-Very quickly, you realized that Jujutsu Tech also wasn’t home. A part of you wondered if anywhere in Japan could be. Before you were even given your own dorm room, you were sent with another student for a “trial run.” He didn’t talk to you much, and it took two hours into the thing before you even learned his name. It was like your parents had sent you to military school, and in a sense, they did.

-That was until you met Yuuji.

-Yuuji wasn’t like the other students. In many ways, he was like you. To no surprise, many of the students at Jujutsu Tech were also former delinquents, Megumi included—But Yuuji was different. He had blood on his hands, but there was no way you could tell. From the moment you met, he actively talked to you, tried to get to know you, treated you with respect, that’s just how he treated everyone, that was Itadori Yuuji.

-It’s not like no one had ever given you the kindness of humanity before, but Yuuji was different. Why wasn’t he afraid of you? Why wasn’t he intimidated? Maybe he was and he just never let it on, maybe it was because he’d beaten up kids just like you when he was in middle school, you didn’t really know. But it wasn’t just that. He was sweet he was funny he was kind. You were a friend, just like anyone else.

-Yuuji liked watching foreign films, and would invite you to go watch them in the city if any theaters had showings (and since it was Tokyo, they almost always did). After the movie, the two of you’d walk around and discuss what you liked, what you didn’t. One time, Yuuji asked about your home. He asked if you missed it, and a part of you did. A lot of you did. You didn’t talk to your friends anymore since everything had changed. Would they even believe you, anyways? Fighting monsters, living in what felt like another world?

-Yuuji understood you, he always did. That’s what’s so charming about him, is that he can feel what you’re feeling. At that time, he gave you a hug, and told you that he can’t send you home, but he can do his best to make Tokyo your new one. Maybe there’d be a piece of home here, maybe you could find a quiet spot, surrounded by the greenery of your youth, and the two of you could sit and chat while the memories flooded in.

-That was the first time you had cried since you moved abroad, and you vowed to make it your last. Somehow, Itadori Yuuji had weaved into your heart, and you weren’t about to give him up anytime soon.

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Thanks for reading!

// read part two here! (nsfw)

[idollete]

juju acabei de ver um tiktok e queria saber sua opinião 💭 qual seria a reação dos meninos se a lobinha pedisse ajuda do tipo “tem como vc vir aqui em casa me ajudar a arrumar minha mala?” e eles pensando que ela tá dando O Sinal de que a noite promete mas aí quando eles chegam na casa dela a mala tá aberta em cima da cama e ela assim “uerr achou que a gente ia fazer o que?”

LDJEOSJWPSJWONAAOABOSNW isso aqui é simplesmente 🤌🏻 vou te dizer que penso que o cast pode ser dividido entre os seguintes grupos:

1. os que ficariam exatamente 🧍🏻‍♂️ assim porque só não chegaram de pau pra fora porque é atentado ao pudor: matías, simón e pipe

2. os que não ligariam tanto assim mas que você acabaria dando pra eles depois de perceber o trabalho braçal pra fechar suas malas: pardella, jerónimo, della corte (rsrsrsrsrs os Homens com H maiúsculo) e o kuku (porque ele tem MUITA carinha de quem solta uns gemidos insanos quando tá fazendo muito esforço)

3. os que simplesmente não ligariam, só fariam o serviço e iriam embora: fernando e enzo (mas dps os dois usam o favorzinho que te fizeram como moeda de troca pra outras coisitas rsrsrsrsrsrs)

matías, simón e pipe com toda a certeza dão na cara que eles estavam achando que a tua mensagem pedindo ajuda era sinal pra putaria da mais sórdida possível, o simón já chega te agarrando e te beijando até o quarto, mas na hora de te jogar na cama ele vê a mala socada de roupa e fica genuinamente confuso, vai até dizer um "ué vida...cê me chamou aqui pra fechar sua mala?", como se não fosse EXATAMENTE isso que você disse na mensagem. e ele não fica alegrinho não, viu? vai ficar todo emburradinho but he does the job, mesmo fechando a mala na maior marra do mundo, pra depois te perguntar "pronto, será que eu posso te comer agora, madame?! aliás, eu nem sei pra quê você tá levando tanta roupa assim, se depender de mim vai ficar pelada o dia todo e dando pra mim". o matías fica fulo insano louco da vida, ele acha criminoso e ainda te acusa de mandar sinais mistos, sendo que ELE literalmente criou uma fic na cabeça DELE quando você só pediu um favor. o matías é pirracento e já concordamos com isso, então, no final ele também tá bem pokas ideias (fazendo charme) e diz que vai embora (quer que você peça pra ele ficar). os braços cruzados e a expressão entediada são teatro puro e mesmo ele soltando um "hmph, tanto faz..." quando você oferece uma mamada como agradecimento, ele tá radiante por dentro e a carinha de birrento muda no mesmo segundo que você engole ele por completo. o pipe talvez seja o que dá mais pena, porque ele chega todo empolgadinho, te abraçando por trás, pressionando a ereção na sua bunda, porque, sim, ele ficou duro no caminho pra sua casa só de pensar em todas as posições que poderia te colocar. e o bichinho toma um balde de água fria quando você aponta pra mala, ele fica todo 🥺 paradão no meio do quarto, sem nem saber o que fazer. "t-tá...e-eu...", vai suspirar pra tentar se recompor, visivelmente desconfortável com o aperto da cueca, passa a mão no rosto, no cabelo, o rosto já ficando vermelho, "você vai colocar mais alguma coisa na mala?", e é claro que ele faz. no final, tá meio sem graça ainda, sem jeito, não sabe se vai embora ou se fica, e aqui eu imagino muito um pipe no comecinho do namoro, em que vocês nunca nem transaram ainda, por isso que ele veio na expectativa, cheio de vontade e agora tá morto de vergonha por dentro. mas quando você pergunta se ele quer ficar, os olhinhos dele chegam brilham e ele responde na mesma hora que sente AINDA MAIS VERGONHA de ter soado desesperado demais.

entre pardella, jerónimo e della corte, eu acho que o jerónimo seria o que mais demonstra que veio na intenção de uma coisa e recebeu outra completamente diferente, mas todos eles nem piscam duas vezes antes de já irem se aprumando pra ajeitar sua malinha, até porque os três com certeza estão acostumados a serem o músculo da relação (awn own) e TODOS OS TRÊS são hopelessly devoted to you, então é um "sim, minha deusa" instantaneamente. nem era sua intenção dar pra eles, de verdade mesmo, só que quando você vê o quão fácil eles conseguem fechar a mala, o braço flexionando, ESTOURANDO na camisa, as veias pulsando no antebraço, o fato deles nem terem suado like BITCH PLEASE ???????? enquanto você só faltou derreter tentando fechar a mala. tudo isso mexe demais com a cabeça de uma pobre garota e quando você menos espera já tá praticamente se jogando nos braços deles, implorando pra ser comida. nossa, e eu penso que tanto o pardella quanto o jerónimo iriam te cozinhar um tiquinho antes, até porque ELES quem queriam te comer primeiro e você toda preocupadinha em fazer suas maquiagens e sapatos caberem na mala. penso muito neles te pegando pelos cabelos, puxando enquanto te pressionam na escrivaninha, com tanta força que você fica até na pontinha dos pés, "quer dar pra mim, eh? por isso que ficou me olhando daquele jeitinho antes? com essa carinha de quem só consegue pensar em pica?", e eles riem da tua cara, "cê nem tá merecendo, sabia? não, não tá. me negou quando eu cheguei aqui e agora vem toda metidinha, mandando em mim", você poderia até pensar que eles te deixariam na mão também, com a calcinha grudando de tão empapada, mas a ereção pressionada na sua bunda diz outra coisa, "só que eu sou bonzinho e eu gosto de fazer as vontades da minha mulher. eu só espero que você não esteja cansada, porque eu vou te comer até você me implorar pra parar". tenho pra mim que o mesmo pode valer pro kuku e eu sei que talvez seja nonsense, porque ele é o tipo que se desmonta facilmente com a sentada de uma coxuda, BUT THAT'S THE HOLE POINT!!!!!! me acompanhem nessa ☝🏻💭 justamente por não ser exatamente muscles > brains, ele vai ter um tiquinho de trabalho pra fechar sua mala, o que vai acarretar em um kuku grunhindo e gemendo, de cenho franzido, fazendo movimentos levemente sugestivos (pra uma mente delulu que pensa com a xota) e suando. a semelhança com o jeitinho que ele fica quando tá gozando é grande demais pra te impedir de voar no pescoço dele. e é claro que ele te fode sem pestanejar, ele já tava doidinho por buceta desde que chegou na tua casa e não te negaria nunca. ele te come papai e mamãe mesmo, a mão te apertando pelo pescoço enquanto ele mete alucinadinho.

agora o fernando e o enzo, aka reizinhos da indiferença, provavelmente nem ficariam muito assombrados. eu nem acho que eles chegariam TÃO afoitos assim, porque são mais racionais e não pensariam que sua mensagem teria segundas intenções, a não ser que a conversa anterior de vocês fosse algo mais sugestivo. então, nesse sentido, talvez eles fiquem um pouco sem reação nos primeiros segundos, sim, mas logo passa e eles estão fazendo o que você pediu. o plot twist dessa história vem quando vocês já estão na viagem e é pra casa dos seus pais rsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrs (amo esse cenário então vou colocar ele nas coisas sempre que possível 😽) e você tá daquele jeitinho: morrendo de vontade de dar e morrendo de medo dos seus pais descobrirem que você transa (você já é uma adulta). eu penso que esses dois são homens muito inteligentes, que sabem exatamente quando usar as informações que eles guardam no dia a dia, e eles guardam mUUUUUUita coisa!!!!!, principalmente se for algo que eles podem usar em favor deles no futuro. é quando eles estão esfregando o pau duro que só no meio das suas coxas, dizendo que só vão colocar a cabecinha (rsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrsrs) enquanto brincam com os seus peitinhos, numa tentativa de te amolecer mesmo. e é claro que eles vão te lembrar do dia que você pediu que eles fossem fechar a sua mala, logo depois de ter mandando uma fotinho super safada na madrugada anterior, "você me deve algo, bebita, tá lembrada?", eles são persuasivos? sim. junte isso ao fato deles estarem esfregando a pontinha bem na sua entradinha, quase deslizando pelo canalzinho apertado, "então, que tal você ser boazinha e abrir essas perninhas pra mim, hm? não se preocupa, eu sei como manter a sua boca bem ocupada" e o game over é quando eles te colocam pra mamar nos dedos deles, te surpreendendo e te fazendo engasgar neles quando eles metem de uma vez em ti.

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Buried Socks: Brock Reynolds x Reader (SEAL Team)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @alexlynn16 @caffeinatedwoman

Whenever Brock goes on deployment he takes the plushie you won at the Salute to the Summer Fair with him. He tucks it in his bag, bundled in his clothes so that it doesn’t get messed up during the travel between warzones. He always makes sure to hand the bag off to Davis because the one time he didn’t, it disappeared and he almost never saw it again.

That toy, it’s become his good luck charm, the thought of not having it near him gives him bad juju as Sonny would say.

“It looks just like Cerberus.” You’d smiled as you’d lifted the rifle to your shoulder and peered down the sight line. “I’m going to win it for you.”

It had been your first date and he’d invited you to the fair because he thought it was more your style than dinner at a fancy restaurant. The two of you have been in each other’s orbits a handful times over the past three years and it always ends with you fucking each other’s brains out. It’s only recently it had turned into more because you’re both stationed in Virginia Beach. You finally have a shot at something real.

“Nobody ever wins at these things.” He’d told you because he’s just spent ten bucks trying to do the exact same thing before he’d handed you the gun.

“You forget…” You’d murmured as your finger had come to rest on the trigger. “I’m one of the best snipers in the country.”

He smiles because if there’s one thing Brock never forgets it’s that. It’s the reason the two of you met. You’d been assigned to a mission he was on after Ray had injured his shoulder. Clay was still on medical leave recovering from the explosion that messed up his leg so they’d had to bring in an outsider because they only had one shot at taking down the target and that window was closing.

First active duty female sniper in the US Army, Brock had been fascinated by the legend that came with you. They’d all heard about it, it was big news at the time but they’d never laid eyes on you. As always came the challenges because a woman couldn’t possibly be better than a man. You had run circles around every single one of them.

At the booth you make every single one of those three shots and Brock goes home with a plushie that looks exactly like his best bud. It’s the first time a woman has ever given him a cuddly toy and the night he tells you he’s fallen in love with you.

It’s been a couple of years since then and now the two of you are living together in a small house with a backyard that Cerberus digs up whenever you’re going on deployment. In the weeks leading up to it there’s always a charge in the air, he thinks the dog picks up on that which is why he decides to steal your socks and bury them. It’s his way of trying to get you to stay.

Right now Brock’s laying on his bunk, the encrypted laptop resting on his chest as  he waits for your call. You left for deployment in Pakistan a week before he jumped a plane for Afghanistan. The countries are right next door to each other. In some ways it feels like your neighbours, ones with thousands of insurgents dividing the two of you.

His laptop starts to chime and he hits the button to accept the call, your face appearing in his view.

“Hey.” You say with that beautiful smile of yours and Cerberus’s ears twitch at the sound of your voice. “Are you missing me?”

Cerberus is on his feet in an instant, he jumps up, his front paws coming to rest on Brock’s arm as his handler tilts the screen so that the both of them are in view.

“Not just me.” He tells you, the edges of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “We can’t wait to get back home and unbury those socks.”

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[conjuremanj]

Hoodoo Wind Chimes For Protection.

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This is something you'll see in the more lower, swampy areas of the deep south like Louisiana, Mississippi, Georgia, but not so much the main cities.

The Bone Wind Chimes: These can be made from any type of bones you find or attracted to, you can find your own bones or buy your bones. Bones are a good juju (see post on jujus). These wind chimes are made to help keep Haints away or from entering your home.

Then say a protection prayer apon it.

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[starandcloud]

Worth it

Dee x Genderfluid reader

Word count: 1,159

CW: Reader is a green witch, reader is referred to as "girlfriend" at beginning and wears a dress

TW: Witchy shit and talk of deity

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Metal Family Mainlist

In all out honesty, Dee didn’t know how he got youre. Walking around behind his girlfriend, well girlfriend today, as you bent over some mushrooms gently examining them as he held your crystals and yourbs. All of which you had gatyoured yourself, well the yourbs and some of the crystals anyways. “This one’s no good,” you said as you stood up, “too young. Deadly if I pick them now.”

you said as you stood up and bruyoud off your dress, your words made Dee’s eyebrows furrow. “How the hell can you tell?” He asked, making his sweet little girlfriend laugh and gently take your basket from him as you kissed his cheek.

“Wrong color babydoll, trained eyes see things normal ones can’t”

you hummed and started to walk down the trail again, stopping a few feet down and looking at dandelions. “What do you think of dandelion and lavender tea baby?” you asked as you looked at Dee, your eyes warm and gentle as he shrugged and walked to stand beside your, “whatever you want baby. I’ll drink it,” he said and kissed your head gently. Making your roll your eyes gently and pluck them from the ground, taking great care to pull the roots as well. Only on a few though.

“The roots will help me with my deviation,” you explained and tucked them into your basket; right next to the elderberries, “they’re good for your tummy too.” you said warmly and laced your fingers with his as you tugged him along the trail, stopping to pick flowers or gather rocks you liked.

“Lokie would love this.”

you said as you put a weird looking twig in your basket, your mind amazed Dee. No idea what the fuck you was talking about most of the time, deviation this and scrying that or spells and enchantments or why you was so insistent on him turning his socks inside out and putting on that berry necklace you had given him before they came in. “Faeries,” you had warned him, “angry vicious things.” Whatever the hell those were, but he had learned early on that he should just trust your word. Especially after you tore him a new one for playing with an ouija board and ran around his house painting with water on his walls and waving around some burning stick wyoure him and Heavy had played with it. you had been so paranoid after that, hesitant to go in the living room and jumpy at every noise you heard. you had warned him about some sort of demon but nothing had happened, he had reassured your, but you didn’t believe him. your entire witch thing he didn’t understand, but if it made your happy he didn’t care.

“Hey baby,” Dee asked as they walked, “what was that Henbare thingy you were talking about the otyour day?”

“It’s Henbane and it’s kind of a last resort type thing for spells. It’s good for love and consecration but it’s better for hexes. Just don’t use it to much, bad juju if you do.”

you explained as you laced your fingers with his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, “and Juniper,” Dee asked. He already knew all this, he swore you could talk for hours about yourbs and their uses and you talked about them so often that he knew almost everything you did. Except for the Fae, you never talked about them with him. They made your jumpy and anxious.

“Well the berry can bring good look and prosperity and is good for home protection charms. The leaf is good for purification, luck, and self-protection charms. But overall its good for protection and love spells, just don’t eat it if you’re allergic and use it sparingly. But Mint is better for healing and strengthening your soul. It drives away illness and pain, if you use it to clean it stops bad luck and if you leave it in your wallet it attracts money and…”

Dee had honestly stopped listening halfway through, just listening your voice. Loving how sweet and happy you sounded before he stopped and kissed your head, “your adorable sweetbell,” he muttered out. Making your laugh and lean into him as he gently pulled you to his chest and kissed your head again, you buried your nose in his chest and hummed gently.

“You’re using the mineral water I made for you…”

you hummed out, making Dee smile and rock the both of you softly.

“Of course I am, you made it for me, I use everything you make for me baby…”

He softly said as he held you tighter and then slowly let go, “lets get you home baby; you look exhausted,” Dee coo’d and gently started to pull you towards the edge of the trail.

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*

You sat on Dee’s floor, a bandana holding back your hair as you worked on your newest spell bottle. A gift for someone.

Tarot and Oracle cards were scattered about you and you kept “aup”ing Heavy everytime he got to close, a spray bottle at your side. Sage infused into the water, just to irritate Heavy if he got to close. It wasn’t odd to see him leave Dee’s room with soaked hair and shirt, it was always a spectacle when you were there.

“What on earth are you doing?” Dee asked as you gently placed Rose Quartz around the bottle and used a dropper to put moon water into the bottle. You watched with a gentle smile as the water dripped down the crystals inside and settled at the bottom.

“Spell jar… to help you on your history test…”

You muttered out, knowing he was good enough to have a seventy-five average but also knowing how mad he got at the grades he got. So you occasionally did jars for him, purely to help him and ease his mind.

“You think it’ll work?”

Dee asked as he stood up and slowly worked his way through the spiral of your cards and bent down to wrap his arms around you, placing his chin on your head as he watched you work.

“Yeah, I’ll charge the crystals before giving it to you. The moon water will stop the crystals from sharing energy, but I still need to charge them. I saged them and removed unnecessary energy from them, so they’re okay to use an-”

Dee cut you off by tilting your head up and kissing you, “baby I love you but do me a favor and shut up,” he asked making you nod and kiss him again.

As much as your witchy shit confused him, the look on your face whenever a spell worked or you found a new crystal was worth it all. Worth every single second of his confusion and worth his heavy pockets with all your little spell jars and sweet little gifts of rocks.

You were worth it all, and that’s what mattered. That’s all that mattered.

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