#hematite earrings

[itzayahuatlmermaid]

✨️ Beaded hoop earrings ✨️

These earrings are handmade with Hematite and glass beads! They are supported by 18k gold plated bases and hooks

Hematite ~ is a stone of grounding, physical and spiritual protection, strength, and stability. Hematite is associated with the element of Earth, divine feminine energy, the Eastern cardinal direction, and the Root chakra! ❤️

Red and Gold ~ element of Fire, passion, motivation

Black ~ element of Earth, protection, grounding

~ Available for $12 with free shipping!

~ If interested in these or any of my other jewelry pieces, please feel welcome to dm me! My Depop is also linked in my bio, and my Etsy shop has the same name, PassifloraHealing!

~ I'm going to be starting my personal goal of hopefully selling and/or being commissioned one item per week through this blog this coming week! I've been working on one very special commission that I'll be finished with soon 💗 I'll be sure to post pics!

[fibrousearth]

These are now available! Every purchase helps keep a queer, disabled artist and their family housed and fed

[chrismerle]

The sale is over and everything is back to its normal prices, but I'm still gonna be here, hawking my goods. My Etsy shop is called WidgetsApparel, and now I'm showing off stuff that is made with Real, Identifiable Rocks, instead of glass or undefined stone. (This is not all the stuff made of Real Rocks.) There's a link to the shop in my pinned post and my blog description.

Sodalite, lava stone, and silver-plated copper bracelet with glass accents. $20.

Lapis lazuli and brass ring. US size 6. $18.

Purple jasper, tiger's eye, and silver-plated copper earrings on steel ear wires. $18.

Hematite and aluminum ring. US size 6. $18.

Amethyst, beryl, glass, copper, and aluminum statement ring. US size 6 1/2. $22.

[chollabeartreasurebead]

TURQ-25 1 1/2 inch

[ivadelljewellery]

I've been finishing up pieces that have sat around for a bit, and did a repair or two for a coworker, but while I finish up my current binge-rewatch (Star Trek TNG, yaaaaaas 💜💜💜) I decided I needed arrows. I love these little hematite chevron beads I bought; they're perfect for this. And with some inspiration from my nephew, who has recently taken up the Rubix Cube - I NEVER had the attention span to work the techniques, but always watched the people who did with awe - I've worked up three new bracelets. I'd done the first, the one with the black, before I reminded myself what the six Rubix colours actually are, but I think it works anyway. I really want/need more gemstone bracelets, but I'm that picture of the person with their face smushed against the window moaning about their "pakidge~~~~~" right now waiting for the tracking on my latest @firemountaingems order to update. I hate window-watching, but these chips coming are so gonna be worth it. 💜 #arrow #earrings #hematite #bead #jewellery #jewelry #dangle #chevron #Rubix #cube #bracelet #loombeading #loom https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5cfnSrmei/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[aether-starlight]

Gymnopédie - Zayne

Pairing: Zayne x Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, innuendos.

Summary: You confuse Zayne’s number with your trusted ride back home. When he insists on picking you up himself, how could you refuse?

Word Count: 1.7 K

The world was spinning, but in a pleasant way, as if gravity no longer affected you. You felt close to floating instead of walking, weightless as the cherry blossom petals that drifted through the air.

You were so light, in fact, that your fingers struggled to exert any pressure on the numbers in your screen, phone nearly slipping out of your hands and crashing into the pavement.

You leaned against Tara, both of you giggling about nothing in particular as you sat by the sidewalk. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulders, the sides of your heads pressed together.

Mojitos had been flowing like water tonight, a celebratory dinner after a mission completed with no casualties, hunter or civilian. 

For a moment, you had been able to let go, put down the weight of grief, fear and uncertainty in favor of comradery, cheers and funny anecdotes from Captain Jenna and the eldest members of UNICORN.

Surrounded by your peers, you knew for sure someone had your back, and they wouldn’t let you fall without falling themselves first.

Pressing your phone to your ear—and almost dropping it again—, you impatiently waited for the other end to pick up.

Absentmindedly, you drew a strand of Tara’s silky hair between your tingling fingers.

“Your hair is soooo pretty,” you hiccuped. 

“Oooooo. Thank you!” Tara pouted, close to tears, redder than ever. You probably looked no better.

“You’re welcome! I need you to give me some tips because ever since that wanderer burnt half of my freaking scalp—“

“Hello?”

You had forgotten you were on the phone.

“Ah, sorry Mister Song, hi~ I don’t see you.”

There were a few seconds of silence, and you almost pulled down your phone to check if Mister Song hadn’t hung up on you.

“It’s Zayne.”

The smile fell off your face, and like a fool, you double checked the contact name, as well as the time.

It was 3 am.

“Goddess, I’m so sorry. I thought—“

He cut you off, voice thick with sleep, not missing an inch of its imposing nature.

“Are you drunk?” 

You winced—that was his admonishment voice, the one he used when your bood tests weren’t within standards, or you had circles under your eyes. 

Like a huge cosmic joke, Tara giggled, leaning closer to slur:

“Is that your Doctor? He does sound as grumpy as you s—” You pressed your free hand to her lips, her whole face burning like a furnace.

The silence was deafening. Unbeknownst to you, Zayne had grimaced on the other side of the line, a half amused twist of his lips.

“I’m good,” you lied through your teeth.

“Sure,” he replied goodnaturedly. “Send me your location.”

Defeated, you hid behind a curtain of your hair. A terrible decision, considering how the world began to spin, even as you closed your eyes.

“Okay.”

By the time Zayne arrived, Tara was snoring, head resting on your shoulder. Meanwhile, you had been sipping on a bottle of water Captain Jenna had kindly given you before leaving.

“Hi,” you greeted once he lowered the passenger’s window, mortified.

His gaze met yours, inscrutable. He looked as awake as ever, had it not been for the slight ruffle of his hair, not quite as perfect as he was used to wearing it.

“Oh, you’re here!” Tara slurred, suddenly awake. “This one wouldn’t shut up about you, you know?”

You shut your eyes tightly. Maybe this was all an alcohol induced fantasy.

A swift pinch to your elbow let you know that sadly, it was not the case.

“I’ll assist you.” Was Zayne’s only reply, door slamming it his wake as he approached to hold onto Jenna’s arm. 

If there was the ghost of a smile curling at the edges of his mouth, you preferred not to acknowledge it.

“Perhaps your friend could share more details on your opinion of me,” he teased over Tara’s head, hematite eyes full of mirth.

Now it was your face burning up. You were going to kill her when she was sober.

“Of course!” Tara hicupped happily. “She said she missed you,” she sing songed, extending the last word to an unnatural degree.

Tara —thank the Goddess— became dead weight as soon as her head hit the inside of Zayne’s ridiculously expensive car. 

Which left you in a somewhat awkward silence. You said somewhat because Zayne seemed as comfortable as ever.

A low melody played from the stereo, something calm and melancholic. He had told you the name once: Gymnopédie No. 1.

Only once Tara was safely back to her parent’s house—her mother hugged you in thanks for taking care of her, making a tight knot grow at the back of your throat— was that Zayne dared to speak.

“This Mister Song, who is he?” He inquired, something flickering through his features much too quick for your dizzy mind to comprehend. His knuckles became pronounced, hands tightening against the wheel.

“My driver?” You replied, confused.

He hummed, eyes on the road.

“A close…friend of yours?”

“Does it matter?” 

He shrugged, but it was far too stiff to be genuine.

“It always matters who you place your trust in.”

Silence reigned after that, nothing but your breathing breaking it.

What he said made sense, but the depth of his frown didn’t. He was driving you crazy. Hot and cold, hot and cold.

It was only once you had replayed the conversation in your head, that realization crashed over you. Something somersaulted in your stomach, filled you with an indescribable emotion.

“Zayne…are you jealous?” 

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, but it was a lost cause, mirth had permeated into your every word.

This was the closest you had seen him to bashful, pale pink blooming on his cheeks, Adam’s apple bobbing as he cleared his throat.

He loosened his hold on the wheel, letting the car come to a stop, as you were now at his place.

Your smile withered a bit at his lack of response, and took the brief silence as an opportunity to admire him. Zayne’s mouth had tilted down in a now sullen mien. 

There wasn’t anything precisely pointing to it, but you could tell he had built a wall, frozen distance even within the warmth of his car.

“You are right. It is none of my concern,” he said, voice icy and impersonal.

Gripping his chin between your fingers, you guided his gaze back to you.

“Mister Song is a seventy year old man. I met him when his taxi was totaled by a Wanderer attack. He’s been my trusted driver ever since.”

He let the information sink in, the jealousy brimming inside him simmering. 

A jealousy he knew he had no right to, which only served to upset him further.

You were not his. 

But he was yours.

And yet, something in the way you looked at him begged to differ. You weren’t his because he couldn’t bring himself to ask, because he was a fool.

“What’s that look for?” You whispered, fingers trailing down his shoulder, basking in the soft fabric of his black shirt.

“What look?” 

You tried to replicate his gesture, brows pulling together, almost making you go cross eyed.

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. 

“Hey, I’m trying,” you complained, raising your hand to intertwine with the other at the nape of his neck.

“I didn’t comment on it.”

“You didn’t have to.” Your words still had a slurred edge to them.

“There is no winning with you.”

You laughed back.

“Just admit it, you’re obsessed with me.” 

“Who said that?” 

It was only then that a question that had been begging to be asked rose from the back of your mind.

“Why are we at your place?” You tilted your head to the side.

The petal spots in Zayne’s cheeks deepened in color.

“I would like to keep you under my observation, as you are still intoxicated.” He hesitated for a second, a low exhale escaping him. “If I have your permission.”

Your smile tempered into something different. Not upset, but serious. 

As you regarded Zayne, something tightened in your chest. It hurt, but left you wanting. 

Goddess, you wanted, you wanted, you wanted. It was a prayer your body hummed whenever he was close.

“I’d love to, Zayne,” you whispered. brushing a thumb to the edge of his jaw before letting go.

A light dinner, anc copious amounts of water afterwards, you were lying side by side with Zayne, wearing one of his shirts, and joggers that were definitely much to big for you.

The lamps on each side of his bed were on, as you were having a light conversation. He was resting against the headboard, while you had your face shamelessly pressed to the pillow on your side. 

The scent of it soothed you, of lavender and soap.

“I have sent you letters,” he denied, voice rough with sleep.

“If only I could have managed to read them.”

He frowned deeper at your poke at his chicken scratch. Some things were just inescapable in the medical field, you supposed.

You leaned closer, finding his gaze even as he purposefully avoided it, suddenly brimming with affection.

“Aw, was that too mean?” You cupped his face between your hands, and much like the black stray cat you liked to feed, he reluctantly leaned into your touch. 

Boldened by it, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“I did read them, you know?” Your hands cradled the sides of his neck, thumbs resting below his earlobe. “I kept them all.” 

Zayne’s lips twitched, but he managed to remain serious, gray eyes boring into yours.

“I kept your replies too,” he murmured, turning to lay a kiss on your wrist. “Though I was tempted to correct some grammar mistakes.”

You huffed, dropping your hands.

“Rude! For your information, my writing is impeccable.”

“You said perchance an unacceptable amount.” He chided, seeming to mull it over. “I don’t think that word means what you think it does.”

He was probably right.

“Whatever,” you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back against the head of his bed, setting your eyes forward.

The mattress dipped beside you, hinting at Zayne’s closeness.

“Are you upset?” He asked with an undertone of mirth to his faux concern.

You felt yourself flush deeper, forcing out a sarcastic reply.

“What makes you think that?” 

He pressed his mouth to the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“As you so eloquently put into words, I’m obsessed with you.”

When you turned your head, your noses brushed.

“Yeah?” You breathed out. “How much?”

“A ridiculous amount,” he admitted, fixated on your lips, minty breaths mingling.

You smiled, pressing closer until your mouth brushed his.

“Good.”

[haikeaesthetics]

No starlight, no moonlight, just this bracelet shining👏

Temporary choice, eternal beauty, Haike will give you eternal beauty❤️

We have factory, dm us for order💌

[katigramm]

Hegyi kristály és hematit gyöngyös karkötő és fülbevaló #katigramm #gemstonejewelry #ásványkarkötő #bracelet #karkötő #hegyikristály #rhinestones #hematit #hematite #madeinbudapest #earrings #fülbevaló #madewithlove #szeretettelkészült #summercollection #nyárikollekció https://www.instagram.com/p/CgLc26wIdIc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[rookfeatherrambles]

So! I started writing this Jonpeter forced marriage thing while roleplaying a different version on discord aha and this came outta my brain. It can be considered finished, but if I do write more for this, I'll post it here! It's Jonelias... If you squint lol. Some implied Lonelyeyes

Silver limned in frost, the mirror is chill to the touch. The bride presses the pads of his fingers to the glass, and tries to recognize the person staring back at him. The eyes are the same, aren't they? That nose, those lips. But there's makeup on his cheeks, to cover up the unsightly scarring that peppers his skin and his dark brown eyes are lined in silver-grey, to accentuate what has to be his best feature. His cheekbones, elevated with powder to transform them beyond malnourished to striking. His lips glossed in a classy neutral tone. A heavy necklace of hematite and diamond rests at his throat, cold and  beautiful. The bride frowns, twisting that artfully made up mouth into a scowl. He hates how he looks. He hates how they did his hair, some fancy braided mess atop his head, with an elegant, silver tiara. Likewise, he hates the makeup. He feels like a clown! And most of all, he hates the dress. It is white, as his husband-to-be requested, has a flared bodice, and a sweetheart neckline meant to push up his rather modest chest, long lace sleeves embroidered with birds - "Seagulls, Archivist, isn't that clever?" - and a long flowing skirt that hides how slim his waist and hips are. It has a faint pattern of the sea embroidered into it, so that when he moves, the waves do as well. Clever, maybe. But Jon doesn't want to be wearing it, and in fact, if it was up to him, he'd set the whole thing on fire.

A knock on the door has his shoulders tensing, but it's just another bridesmaid he doesn't know the name of and has never seen before. She smiles at him, and he notes that she doesn't look directly at him, but just over his left ear. In her hands, she carries the only thing Jon was allowed to customize to his liking. The wedding bouquet.

Rather than carry white roses or baby's breath, he'd taken the opportunity to design his bouquet to represent his true feelings about his nuptials, and his future husband as well.

"Thank you, I'll take that." Jon's tone might be a little snappy, but isn't every bride allowed to be a bitch on her wedding? The woman hands him the arrangement, and then clears her throat. "Its almost time. You should put on your veil."

"In a minute. Leave." For agents of the Lonely, Jon hasn't been given a moment's peace all day. Perhaps it was a measure to head off any haphazard attempts to escape his fate. Not that Jon is going to try anything as futile as that. He knows what's waiting for him if he breaks his contract.

His fingers, manicured and buffed to an almost unhealthy shine, touch every flower in the bunch, examines the leaves. It'll do. Behind him, the bridesmaid leaves the room, closing the door behind her. The unwilling bride, exhales a breath and resumes looking through the arrangement. He finds what he's looking for, in the centre. A small cluster of berries so purple they appear black. Jon reaches in to touch one, but catches the pad of his finger on a thorn from the briar he had purposefully woven into the bouquet to surround them. He withdraws his finger, watches as ruby red blood wells up and drips down onto the petals of a petunia. Jon blinks at the splatter, then a laugh breaks from his throat. Why not? He's bled for everything else, why not this as well, the end of his life?

Maybe that would be overly dramatic if it wasn't true. Jon is marrying into the most isolated family in Britain, and his husband to be already has expressed his desire to mould Jon into the mother of his children and a proper wife. And that means proper by the standards of the Forsaken, not the Watcher. He is tempted to bleed all over the exorbitantly priced dress, but instead, he sighs and slips the finger in between his lips.

He sets the flowers down onto his lap as he sucks the wound. Salty iron coats his tongue, unpleasant and visceral.

Then, a knock at the door makes Jon jump a bit. He scowls. "I told you to leave me alone! I said I'd come down when I'm good and bloody ready-"

But as he turns, he sees the door already opening, and a man standing on the other side. Jon stumbles to his feet, the bouquet tumbling to the floor. He struggles to keep his voice from trembling as he takes a step back, cursing the heeled shoes they'd forced him into. "You-!"

"Ah," Elias Bouchard says, stepping into the room, his polished black shoes clicking on the hardwood floor. He's dressed in a fine olive green suit for the occasion, and looks perfectly respectable. His cool grey eyes, however, blaze with a fever, a hunger he's barely holding back. Devouring the sight of him. He smiles. "What a perfect bride you make, Jon."

"Get out." Jon snarls, sounding braver than he feels, his body tense as a wire, backing away further. "H-How'd you even get in here?"

Elias's expression sours a little. "Your fiancé hand-delivered my invitation. He was practically glowing with delight. Imagine my surprise when I read the name penned under his own."

Jon's cheeks flush unpleasantly. "I didn't want to," he snaps, anger rising above his fear. "But then he told me about you and your plans." The venom in his tone doesn't seem to effect Elias in the slightest. "Ah, yes, a shame, that. Trust me, Jon. I would have been with you every step you took to becoming a god. And haven't I always been there for you?"

"You're the one who wants godhood, Elias. Or should I call you Jonah Magnus?" He spits the name, fists clenching at his sides. A dark look swiftly passes over Elias's face. Then he starts to laugh heartily. "Oh, Peter... I underestimated you."

Jon glares, silent.

Elias is still chuckling when he bends to pick up Jon's flowers. "I'm not here to terrorize you, Jon, as gratifying as that might be. I can feel your fear from here, it's intoxicating. You're for another to consume now... Though..." His eyes trace Jon's figure in his dress. "I came to tell you that it's not too late for cold feet." His smile is decidedly less composed. "If you come back to me, I will welcome you with open arms, and bygones will be bygones."

He pauses, his eyes landing on the bouquet he holds. Elias examines it closer. "My dear Jonathan, Petunia? Lily of the valley, Black roses, Dogwood briar and ... are those Nightshade berries? You're making quite the statement, aren't you?"

His lips quirk with amusement. "You do know that these berries won't kill you, don't you?"

Jon's reply is icy. "They're not for me." Elias's eyebrow twitches up a hair before he contains his surprise. Then he holds the bundle out for Jon to take. "Mariticide is such a messy affair, Jon. If you want to avoid becoming gravid with Lukas children, and I do mean children, Jon, do you really think Peter will stop at just one? Your best bet is to return to my side."

"And end the world?" Jon demands, stalking forwards to snatch the flowers away. And maybe punch Elias in the face, he hasn't decided, yet.

Elias wears the expression of a patient man, though Jon can sense him losing that facade by the minute.

"Think of it more as a rebirth, Jon. An apotheosis, becoming what you were always meant to become. The world would be ruined, yes, that part would be sadly unavoidable. But it would be perfectly habituated for you and me. And we would rule."

He smiles again, and Jon feels his skin crawl at the sight of the zeal in the man's eyes. He shakes his head. "You would rule. I know you'd never share that with me, even if I wanted it."

"Jonathan—"

"I'm marrying Peter Lukas." Jon says, with finality. The words taste like ash and fall heavy from his tongue. Elias looks like he wants to continue speaking, but he sighs and then reaches his hand into his pocket instead. "I wish you all the happiness in the world, though I'm afraid you'll find such things sorely lacking in a life with your paramour." His eyes glitter. "I would know."

Jon doesn't reply, only glowers as Elias pulls a small box from his suit and proffers it. "A pre-wedding gift, then, for your health, your safety and your comfort."

Despite himself, Jon is curious. But he restrains himself. "Open it," he demands, and Elias sighs. "Jonathan, do you really trust me this little-? If I intended to harm you, I assure you-"

"Open the box, Elias."

The words are said with force and power, both of them can hear static in their ears as it rolls against them, the power of the Archivist. Elias lets out a shuddering breath, and opens the box. "Think of what you're giving up," he murmurs, lifting the silver pendant from its plush case. Its shaped like a stylized eye. Jon steps forward, unable to resist. "You won't be able to stretch your powers or grow with Peter's leash around your throat."

"As opposed to your own?" Jon counters, but his voice is low. Something about that little necklace is calling to him. He pulls back, wary. "What is it?"

Elias meets his gaze without flinching, without deceit for once. "An escape clause."

And just like that, all the air is sucked out of the room as Jon Knows that in Elias's hand is The Ritual. All its horror and its effects, melted down into this pretty trinket.

"Just like that?" He asks, voice quiet. He opens his hand to receive it.

"Just like that, Elias says, placing the necklace into his palm. For a moment, they're silent, both contemplating the weight of this decision. Then, Elias draws back, his mask of polite geniality returned. "Now, Jon. You have a wedding to prepare for, I shall take my leave. Just know, I have always kept your best interests at heart."

The lie is an obvious way for Elias to save face, return the wall between them but neither of them address it, and then Elias is gone. Not five minutes later, another knock, another bridesmaid, this one carrying a wedding veil. Jon takes a deep breath, and stows the necklace away against his chest, where he can almost feel it beating in time with his heart with the awful power it contains. And then, Jonathan Sims, the Lonely Bride stands. "Let's get this over with."

[treasure-of-the-ancients]

Ear ornament with hematite, Java (Indonesia), 12th-early 13th century

[arthistoryanimalia]

One more for #WorldHippoDay: a hematite hippo head!

Weight in the Form of a Hippopotamus Head, c. 1540–1296 BCE, Egypt, New Kingdom, Dynasty 18. Carved & polished hematite, 2.2 x 3 x 4.2 cm (7/8 x 1 3/16 x 1 5/8 in.), 62.1 g (2.19 oz.). The Cleveland Museum of Art

"Sensuously carved and polished to a silky luster, this weight takes the form of a hippopotamus head. Eyes, ears, and nostrils ae modeled in relief; the mouth is closed. The flat underside provides a surface on which to rest the object. This hippo head weighs 62.1 grams, roughly three-quarters of a deben, a unit of weight in ancient Egypt. As such it does not correspond to any of the more usual subdivisions of the deben, although similar examples are known. In fact it is an inter-standard weight, representing eight seniu or two-thirds of a deben, and is equivalent of an Aegean unit of 62.1 grams."

[gaynaturalistghost]

Little air genasi experiment! I’ve been worldbuilding, trying to figure out how I want to mess with the typical blue skin white hair thing. So her hair is translucent and tied in some more round, cloud-like shapes (without just being clouds straight up). She’s a crystal girlie but trained as a geologist so there’s a mix of a lot of science and some magic / mysticism.

I used an old book on minerals, top down: tourmaline earrings, green citrine on the hair bands, opal necklace (not a mineral I know! It’s important) a weirdly pink hematite, plain jane quartz pendants, apatite rhomboids on the sleeves, ferruginous quartz (red w white circles), and agates on her belt. I think that’s all. Lol.

She tries to match at least a few of her accessories with the mineral composition of the place she’s in. Which I think is very cute.

[jazz-kitty]

lord. characters having good times. i can not stand it. im gonna blow up. elias falling asleep on a reclining chair with his ditto resting in his lap. zero finally working up the courage to go to an eeveelution cafe and he gets a drink with marshmallow umbreon ears and he cries. anna gives noel a piece of hematite she found in the cracks of a sidewalk because it reminded her of him and he stares at it for 2 hours. shelly is hundreds of miles in the air with heather on the back of her salamance and she feels like she is going to die and yet never wants it to land. saphira finally feeling safe enough to go to sleep and conking out for like 14 hours squeezing her dragonite and wakes up to a bag of sour gummy worms from the gas station and homemade tea on the nightstand from her sisters. blake talking passionately for ages because he for once feels like he can be personal & vulnerable about his interests without mocking himself in the same breath. taka decides to carry on his family’s tradition of getting a family portrait done and now every morning wakes up to ace luna and himself in cheap crayons from restauraunts and stickers on the wall made by noel. hardy gets fern a cactus because “it reminds me of you” and fern told him to kill himself but has been watering it for months now and is remarkably proud of how long he’s kept it alive and will never admit it but he named it daniel. florinia watching a movie with julia on the couch but julia fell asleep halfway through on her so its past midnight and she doesnt want to wake her up by moving so just goes to bed right ontop of her FUCKKKKKKKKK

[thequeercircle]

Virgil’s Curse of “Your Actions Have Consequences”

To catch your enemy in a web of their own making; expose them for their lies, deceit, abuse, or other bullshit for which the consequences are misfortune, misery, and perhaps even ostracization for their actions. 

This is a very strong, multifaceted spell. Use it wisely, protect yourself, and most importantly: Find some comfort and maybe even some joy in the fact that your target has what’s coming to them, and they will soon be seen for who exactly they are.

Items:

Black box with mirrors lining the inside. (this can be as fancy or thrifty as you want. You can use a wooden box with mirrors lining the inside. You can line a shoebox with aluminum foil and paint the outside black. You can make a box out of black paper and glue some pieces of mirror or other reflective coating to the inside. Jars can work too: As long as your vessel can be painted black, is sealable, and has some sort of reflective interior, you’re good to go.)

Hematite: attract negativity

Garnet: so others may see them for what they are, and side with you

Sulfur powder: for chaos, cursing, attracting negativity to target

Black Pepper: to cause trouble

Cayenne Pepper: to bring about pain, anxiety, and strength to the spell

Red pepper flakes: To injure their pride, attract misfortune, cause pain

Thistle thorns: to stick the curse to the target, fill their lives with sharp, hurtful experiences, and to promote helplessness (anything pointy and sharp will work fine. I used thistle from my yard specifically because it’s a blight on my garden, a nuisance, and hurts like hell every time I try to pull them up even while wearing gloves, which is exactly the vibe I’m going for here)

Foxtails: To stick the spell to the target, to be a nuisance, to cause discomfort (once again, anything that fits this description works fine. Thistles, thorns, burrs, anything that likes to stick to you and your pets and is a pain to get off will work.)

Lavender: depression, restlessness

Rosemary: taint their dreams, cause paranoia, cloud their vision

Ginger: bitterness, strengthen spell

Coffee beans: awaken the target, strengthen the spell, promote anxiety and insomnia

Dragon’s blood incense and ash: bring unwanted attention, expose them for who they are, destroy all that’s good in their life, adds additional power to your spell

Black fabric

Red thread

Red or black candle

Paper with name of target

Optional: Paper with sigil of of your choice (can be for misfortune, misery, revenge, exposure, anything really.)

Steps:

1: Gather up all your materials before beginning.

2: Set your wards or protections, cast a circle, do whatever it is that helps you set the intention of the spell while protecting yourself. Now is a good time to light your Dragon’s Blood incense to not only set the tone and start the spell, but also give you time to collect the ashes.

3: Write your target’s full name and alias(es) on a piece of paper.

       3b: (optional) if you also choose to use a sigil, write this on a piece of paper         as well

4: Get the fabric, and fill with the herbs, spices, ash, and papers.

5: Tie the bundle together, tie off with red thread. Make sure it is mostly ball-shaped. Seal with candle wax if needed.

6: Draw a face on the fabric, preferably a face you imagine your target making when met with the consequences of their actions. Envision your target while doing so. Envision your target being filled with discord, misery, negativity, pain, etc, and drawing unwanted attention for all that they have done.

7: Draw an ear on the side of the head. Whisper into the ear the things you want them to feel guilt, pain, misery, and chaos for. Tell them the things you want them to constantly hear within their own head. Tell them everything you wish you could say to their face. Be mean. Be vicious. Be furious. Be petty. Target their insecurities, fears, and weaknesses. 

8: Place the bundle and stones inside the black mirrored box.

9: Before closing the box, recite the incantation below.

Let -name- be tangled by the web they made

Let them struggle like never before

Let them be exposed for who they are

Let them feel all that lies in store

The web is one of their own making

Woven from their own lies

Discord will follow close behind

‘Til their every hope and dream dies

All that’s good within their life

Will sour, fester, and rot

Misery befalls them with no reprieve

From their own actions, brought

Let -name- be tangled by the web they made

Let them struggle like never before

Let them be exposed for who they are

Let them feel all that lies in store.

10: Close the box, seal with red or black wax.

11: The spell is done. Now is the time for some cleansing and self-care.

When you feel the curse is done or the target has suffered enough, reopen the box, burn the bundle, and cleanse the box for later use. 

Tips and Tricks:

This is a personal recommendation, but I find it helpful to handle the box while wearing sunglasses as it offers protection from the reflection of the curse coming back to you while opening, casting, and cleansing.