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Low Energy/Effort Witchcraft

Are you perpetually busy? Never have any spoons? This might be the post for you. Note that not everything here may be considered low energy or low effort to everyone, and that's okay :)

Carry a crystal around based on what you need. I have a black tourmaline bracelet that absorbs negative vibes throughout the day. I stick it on a selenite slab when I get home to cleanse overnight, then rinse and repeat in the morning.

Put a bay leaf in your wallet to attract money. If you have time, draw a sigil or a $/£/€ on it.

Dedicate anything you drink to your deities if you have any. I dedicate water and black tea to everyone and my favourite raspberry tea to Hathor. Coffee is for Caim.

Enchant your pill case so you remember to take them on time. Enchant your pills to work efficiently. ("Anxiety begone. Ye be banished" on all of my anxiety pills ✌️)

Draw a sigil on your body wash bottle to remove bad vibes or carve a sigil in a bar of soap.

Enchant your moisturizer to repel the evil eye. I fucking love this one.

Incorporate colour magic into the socks you wear (Goths who wear hot pink socks, I'm looking at you).

Enchant your charger so it doesn't break and so you don't lose it. Enchant your phone too while you're at it.

Sorry, I love enchantments--

Uhhhhh

Match those big ol jar candles to different intentions. Burn a cedar candle to cleanse/banish. Burn a cinnamon candle to draw in prosperity. Burn a citrus candle to uplift mood. This one is fantastic for broom closet witches.

Got a humidifier? Fill it up with moon water. You're welcome ;D

Politely ask the spirits of your plants to ward your space. Feed two birds with one scone this way.

Witchy social media. Scrolling on Tumblr and learning something new about witchcraft counts as witchcraft imo. Saving tarot spreads from Instagram for later counts too. Making Pinterest boards for literally anything also counts.

Keep a digital grimoire if doing it on paper costs too many spoons. I have used Google docs & drive in the past but I currently use Notion (You can copy and paste this way!)

If you still want a physical grimoire, print your stuff out and stick it in a binder or glue it in your journal. Boom. Physical grimoire

Listen to witchcraft related videos in the background while you do other tasks or chores in your home

Preparing a meal? Toss in spices that correspond with good health and drawing in positivity, or any other intention you have

Enchant your glasses to help you focus and "read between the lines" or see what wants to remain hidden (this one is a lifesaver at my job)

haha the new PFP, I love it. 🐈 🍷

Thank you, Dove! ♥️ My two favorite things, cats and wine. He looks like he’s got off from a hard days work, and is done with everyone’s bullshit. 😂

A beating heart of stone.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble

Sexism/misogyny, blood, canon typical violence, dark themes, your media consumption is your responsibility, protective!Billy, fem!reader.

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist.

516 words, reposted with edits, fleshing out Billy’s feelings a little more.

“You know, Russo. Your girl sure is sweet, the hostess with the mostess,” he said, referring to how you’d served him, and other guests last weekend with a cheerful smile on your face, never once spilling the drinks.

He could see why Russo liked you, kind and soft. “Not very pretty, but it would be a shame if something happened to her, being a woman. I could protect her better. I got more money.” His competitor said, flashing his yellowed teeth in a grin, and drinking a beer in Billy’s kitchen. They had been talking business, or rather he’d been trying to swindle Billy.

“I’ll give you twenty percent for her.” He said, leaning on the counter. Like you were for sale. “A deal for an orphan like you.”

Billy felt a rage that someone would threaten you, diminish you as helpless because you were a woman, sexist fuck, and then try to take you from him. You were his. The only person he cared about besides the Castles. He gnashed his teeth together, fingers tightening on his beer bottle. He looked down as Elias set his fingers down on the counter, a gaudy family ring on his finger.

Before Elias could blink, Billy grabbed a butcher knife out of the wooden dock, and slammed the knife down on his fingers calmly, slicing them off knuckle down, a single minded purpose to send a message.

Elias howled, as he made an awful mess, bleeding everywhere, grabbing his hand looking at what remained in horror.

Billy grabbed a bag and some ice, putting his fingers in it, before handing it to Elias. “Go get your fingers put back on. But next time you threaten my girl? I’ll throw them in the Hudson.” He bared his teeth at Elias.

“You’re fucking crazy! I’ll get you for this, Russo.” Elias shouted, holding his bloody hand, his face twisted in an ugly scowl.

Billy only grinned, dark eyes like pits. He drank his beer, watching Elias walk out, carrying his fingers in the bag, meaning to wait in the building’s lobby for an ambulance.

He cleaned the blood up in his kitchen, the mess itching his brain, something fierce. He wondered if he was capable of loving you with how bitter and bruised his heart was, from people who were supposed to love and care for him.

He scrubbed the counter, thinking about how he’d initially wanted to be needed. And your softness made him believe in good things like tenderness. And he’d wanted that for himself, and so he’d encouraged your love, indulging in you. But then with each taste of you, he hungered for more.

And then, he’d gotten what he’d chased all his life, affection. He was wanted for who he was. But sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it, fumbling in the dark to return your feelings.

But he realized as he threw the dirty cloth in the wash, that he'd burn his heart out of himself just to keep you warm, and that was enough.

Attachments be damned, but goddamn he liked you.

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My Jack Skellington pillow. I sleep with it every night, lol.

Playing video games with my mom. We love to play Lord of the Rings Online, among others.

Iced Coffee. Caramel Macchiato.

Rainy days. Those are the best days.

The LOTR movies.

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Remember Me

A Drabble set in the Monsters in the Dark universe.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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“Billy?” You murmured one night, curled up against him, warm and drowsy, watching him in the dim lightning of the room through sleepy eyes.

“Hmm?” He hummed, letting you know he was listening, as he turned the page in his book. He liked to read before bed.

The night before he’d read a bit of The Song of Achilles to you.

“Will you remember me, like Achilles promised to remember Patroclus?” It was a foolish thing to ask of him, but you were so in love and enamored with him.

He sat his book down on his chest, watching you, the light casting harsh shadows across his face, and he was silent for a long moment before speaking; “Will you remember me?” He asked, reaching over and touching your face.

It was these sweet moments at night you desperately cherished.

“Forever.” You said, earnestly.

Billy’s fingers touched your lip, “I’ll remember you.”

His heart ached at the thought of you dying. As though a part of him had died, too.

He would protect you, he swore, if only for his own selfish desires.

//Birthday//

A Drabble set in the Monsters of the Dark universe.

Fluff+angst, alcohol consumption, dacryphilia, kissing, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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It was Billy’s birthday, and your heart ached.

No one had told you, and now you had nothing to give Billy.

You were a little angry with Curtis that he hadn’t told you. He’d looked apologetic when you brought it up.

He’d scratched his head, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it.” He said. “But don’t worry about it. All Billy wants is you.”

But it didn’t make you feel better.

Your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress, sitting in the bar next to Billy in the booth, trying to smile and look happy.

But as always, Billy saw through you. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes welled up instantly, and you hated how emotional you were, how he could draw the emotions out of you just like that; “Got nothin’ to give to Billy.” You said, lips trembling.

Billy threw his arm over, across the booth, beer in his hand. “How ‘bout a kiss?” He purred, smirking at you.

You were silent as you looked up at him, cheeks wet with tears.

God, you were pretty when you cried.

You grabbed his hand, kissing his fingertips, making Billy’s heart race.

He loved your affection more than he was willing to admit, or show.

You leaned up, holding his hand in your lap, and kissed his mouth softly, teasing his lips with your tongue.

He opened to you, tasting the Zinfandel on you, and squeezed your hand in your lap.

Your tongue teased him, making him groan.

You pulled back, breathless. “Happy birthday, Billy.” You whispered sweetly.

Billy’s heart burned for you.

It was the best gift he could have asked for.

Wishing all of you a tender forehead kiss from a strong but intimacy-starved man who is scared of the feelings you are awakening in him but is already in too deep to know how to stop.

We spent the night trying not to die. One of the best nights of my life, if I’m honest.

billy would be the type of person to be dragged to a local book sale and act like he hates it but buys the reader whatever they pick up. not caring how expensive it gets, just as long as reader is happy