Simple Witch Things You Can Do

Bonten rindou in casual

Inumaki in one of those short cottagecore dresses😩

I LOVE THISSSSS

it took some confidence from toge to have himself wear a dress out in public to a date, of course he gave you private fashion shows almost every night, letting you look at his new outfits, and dresses he got from the mall with nobara.

he looks so good, purple, flowery dress, it'd be able to blow from the breeze freely once you two get out. it wasn't too short, but short enough to stop at his knees. his eyes popped out from it, it was gorgeous.

you can't keep your hands off of him, grabbing him every chance you got. toge would playfully slap you away, muttering onigiri ingredients, yet it was obvious he was enjoying your attention.

"you're so stunning, you know that, right?" you hugged toge from behind, moving your head over to kiss his cheek. he'll place his hands over yours on his stomach, turning to place a kiss on your lips back.

"bonito flakes,,,"

you pinched his hip, shaking your head. "fucking beautiful, you always will be, toge," you grinned, taking his hand into yours. toge shyly looked over, squeezing your hand.

you noticed him pulling out his phone, snapping a quick picture of you holding his one hand. "that's not fair, i want a full picture of you now, say cheese," you rushed to take your phone out, snapping as many pictures as you could, mostly all blurry images from toge shaking out of your grasp, trying to pose, laughing all at the same time.

"stay still!"

"mentaiko!"

he kept moving around, laughing his little ass off, watching you struggle to take a picture. he started to sign playful insults towards you. "you use your phone like a grandma."

you rolled your eyes, hurrying over to toge, picking him up bridal style. "can a grandma pick you up like this, hm? i woulda tossed you in the grass if you weren't wearing that pretty dress," you kissed his forehead. toge held onto you tightly, rubbing his cheek against your chest.

snapping a picture of the two of you in the background, megumi sighed. "i hate third wheeling."

scratches and bites - 1

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: Almost kidnapping, age-gap but completely legal, grumpy/asshole Miguel, injury, them claws and fangs, sexual tension, cockblock lol

a/n: yes, i’m back at it with some writing. sorry for being mia lol. this became a lot more dark-ish than I initially anticipated–my bad. I was also gonna do a smutty one-shot, but i needed some background so ._. my bad again. now imma hunker down on pt 2. hope you enjoy ?

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. You regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. So this is how you met (which may explain some things...)

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Miguel O’Hara is a grumpy man.

It’s almost like there are tiny weights holding down his brows to maintain his glare or ribbons pulling at the corner of his lips so he’s always frowning. Needless to say, being subject to an O’Hara scowl is not uncommon. Everyone in the spider-verse has had their turn. But you have seen it more than anyone. In fact, you might be the number one reason why he’s rarely seen in a relaxed state. 

You’re not even sure why you were recruited in the first place. When Miguel showed up, it was only a few days after you were bitten. You had literally just woken up from your Spider-coma to find what every spider-person experienced: sticky hands, superhuman strength, and a sixth sense. 

Endless thoughts ruffled your mind, overwhelming your already overly-sensitive body. Just as you were starting to fully freak out, a bright and distorted series of lights and noises invited a very tall man, dressed head-to-toe in a red and blue suit, to casually walk into your childhood bedroom.

You sat there shaking in disbelief as you watched the broad-shouldered man slowly reveal his face, easily taking off that terrifying mask before regarding your small figure on your bed. He almost looked inconvenienced or bored as he met your eyes.

This has to be a dream.

“Alright, come on.” Those were the first words he said to you. He gestures to the portal impatiently, waiting for you to come to your senses and follow his orders. When nothing happens he raises his brow. “Don’t have all day.” His tone is clipped like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“What? ” It comes out hoarse and small, "No." If it weren’t for his sensitive hearing he probably wouldn’t have picked up on it over the noises the portal was making. Your fingers clench harshly against your blanket.

That marks the first time you saw his infamous scowl. He adjusts his stance, resting his hands on his hips like a disappointed parent. “No?" He chuckles humorlessly, "Well, you don’t really have a–” 

“Who the hell are you?” 

He shakes his head dismissively, “It doesn’t really mat–”

“Did you do this to me?” You lift a hand that has remnants of a Spanish flash card that you accidentally picked up when you leaned against your desk. You tried to peel it off but ended up ripping it into smaller pieces that were still stuck to your palm. His stare is patronizing as it lands on your flash card confettied hand.

“Is this new to you or somethi–”

“So you know about it?” You accuse, "You did--"

“Stop fucking interrupting me.” You flinch as he basically growls the words in irritation. As he steps closer to you, light pours over his figure, highlighting the intricate pattern of his suit that clings closely to his muscles. You cower slightly, noticing the menacing scars over his cheeks and the heat in his nearly red eyes.

His voice is low and dangerous as he addresses you, “You’re spider-girl, or spider-woman if you prefer, though by the looks of it,” His eyes glaze over your face and body, “you’re still just a kid.” He continues to inch closer as he speaks, unconcerned by the way the portal closes suddenly behind him or the way you start to shuffle away from him. “A radioactive spider bit you and gave you powers, lord knows why, and now you are to use them for good. End of story. Now,”  His hand darts out before you could react and grabs a hold of your arm, “you’re coming with me so we can save everything and fix all this shit that is fucking up the multiverse.” 

You attempt to yank your arm from his hold, but it only makes him grip you harsher. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know why this is happening! I j-just woke up, I swear!” He doesn’t spare you a look as he mutters lowly into his watch.

Another portal opens, exactly like the first one he came through, but placed a bit farther away.

Now you’re panicking. 

“Didn’t you hear a thing I said?” He pulls you from your bed, almost dragging you off the mattress. You try to claw at his hands, but his grip remains unaffected. If anything he’s just growing more frustrated.

“Ok, ok, ok. I’m spider-woman.” You continue to pull away from him, dragging your legs as a way to slow him down. “Please, I promise to use my powers for good! I will be a nice neighborhood spider-thing–Just please let me go! I didn’t do anything–”

“This isn’t a discussion.” He pulls you up and closer to him until he’s basically carrying you to the portal, one arm supporting your spine and another under your legs. You squirm relentlessly in his arms, trying to make it hard for him to get a good grip on you. “Stop…Fucking…Moving–” Sharp, fire-hot pain zips up your body as claws sink deeply into your skin. The side of your thigh and abdomen throb with unbearable heat as you’re shoved closer to his chest. 

“Ahhh–fuck!” Your eyes sting with tears as your body catches up to the burning sensation of his claws retracting back into his body. 

“Shit…” You look up as you hear his softened voice and see that he’s staring right back at you. The portal in front of the two of you continues to hum, but it quiets as your eyes met his. “Kid, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—You just, you gotta come with me. The fate of everyone and everything rests on our shoulders.” The pain on your side dulls as you silently listen to the growing desperation in his voice. Somehow you’re able to divert those sensations, you might even be healing already. “I know you’re new to all this superhero stuff, but trust me when I say that I need your help. We all do.”

You’re almost afraid to ask, “...We?” 

“There are countless spiders across the multiverse, all with interconnected lives.” You feel the large warmth of his hand gently stroke against your aching thigh like he’s trying to soothe the pain with light touches. “I’ve recruited a couple thousand, but we still need more. There's darkness rapidly spreading around the multiverse, displacing heroes and villains from their original dimensions and destroying whole universes.” The colors of the portal reflect off his red eyes as he stares right through it, mind somewhere else.

You let it sink in. The whole multiverse. Everything and everyone. And you.

Your arms slowly link around his neck so as not to startle him, and you pull yourself closer to him. You secretly enjoy feeling his firm chest against you, suddenly realizing how much larger he is compared to you, but when you twist the wrong way you are suddenly reminded of the small gashes on your side. Your quiet hiss shakes him out of his thoughts. Your lashes, sticky from the few tears you’ve shed, frame your eyes prettily as you stare up at him.

“Ok.” It comes out quieter than you wanted but he immediately reacted to it.

His brows raise in surprise, “Ok?” You nod. “Ok. O–Alright, that's um, great. I mean, thank you.” You nuzzle your head into the warmth of his chest when you see a corner of his mouth perk into a small smile. Why is he making you feel this way? How can your body react like this to someone about to literally kidnap them? “D-do you want something for these, uh, marks…” His voice is hushed and almost sounds sheepish as his fingers carefully smooth over the marks he left on your skin. A soft groan leaves your lips as he applies too much pressure against one of the puncture wounds.

“Yes please.” His fingers stop their movements and you can barely feel the way his body stiffens at your words. 

“Alright, honey.” The hand under your back drags upwards, tracing your spine until it rests against the back of your neck. Goosebumps litter down your body as the warmth of his palm meets your bare and ultra-sensitized skin. He lifts you closely until you can feel his breath against the skin of your throat. Your eyes flutter closed. “Brace yourself.” The rough timber of his voice is enough to make you unconsciously clench your thighs. Time slows as you feel the sharp edge of – are those fangs? 

You’re so focused on the gentle brush of his incisors that you barely notice the borderline possessive way he’s holding you. Like a wolf preparing himself for the meal of a lifetime. Just as he’s about to sink in and finally give you the relief that you’re practically begging for, an engine roars to life. 

An engine. In your bedroom. 

Well, there’ve been weirder things. 

Both of you separate slightly at the noise and watch as a motorcycle slowly rolls into the room. There sits a heavily pregnant spider-woman with a very unimpressed look on her face, eyes bouncing from you to the nameless man cradling your body.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Ugh I just wanna leave the the city and live alone in a cottage with no electricity and pursue my life as a full time witch. I don’t want to be a slave to society with debt and having to work 50+ years just so I can retire and have my last years of freedom. Fuck it. That’s what I’m gonna do and no one can stop me.

How To Stop Doubting Yourself: Aka Being a Confident Witch

This is something I see and even experience all the time. Tell me if this sounds familiar; You’re scrolling through tumblr, and come across this wand that someone hand made.. It’s beautiful, carved and engraved, with intricate copper wire wrappings and even a perfect, seamlessly attached quartz point to top it off. You make googly eyes at it, then look over at your wand, a meager oak stick you found in your yard and painted crude symbols on. Your heart breaks a little and you think to yourself, “Maybe if my wand looked like that I’d be a better/awesome/powerful/____ witch” 

If the above scenario brings back memories full of tears and angst, then this post is for you. I present; Five Ways To Stop Doubting Yourself and Your Practice.  Read on witches!

GET OFF TUMBLR

Yes it’s an awesome resource with tons of knowledge and a great way to connect and share ideas. It’s also a great way to waste time, distract yourself, and make yourself feel bad all at once. Stop looking up aesthetic posts and pictures of other peoples altars. 

Focus on what you can do, not what you can’t. 

If you keep thinking about everything you can’t do (I can’t cast this spell, I can’t make this charm), you’re going to limit and hold yourself back. Focus instead on what you ARE able to do. Don’t look for a spell online or in a book, and be torn down when you don’t have that 5000 year old rare herb and the 323rd hair from a camels thigh. Instead, think about what you do have, and how you can use that to make your spell work! 

Also side note that you cana literally subsitute just about any ingredient in a spell or charm for something else. So just because you don’t have rose hips doesn’t mean you can’t cast that love spell. It just means you should use rose petals or even rosemary instead. 

Start forming you own craft!

So often we get discouraged because we find a path that we think will suit us, and we start to go down in, only to discover that parts of it just don’t click. You don’t believe in this tenet, you don’t feel right when you use this method. Instead, figure out what you are comfortable with, what you do like, and what you’re capable/willing to do, and build a practice that is unique and entirely your own! Not only will this benefit you, but if you ever get the point where you’re comfortable sharing it, then it’s going to be you that others are sighing, trying to learn from, instead of vice versa! 

Stop Thinking You Aren’t Good Enough

There is no rule book to being a witch. There’s no code of conduct for practicing witchcraft. There’s absolutely no standard, and there’s no bar that you have to meet. If you practice, study, experiment, dip your toes in, or even just side eye witchcraft curiously, you can call yourself a witch. That’s all there is to it. And you’re doing a great job at it. 

Don’t forget that witchcraft is 110% customizable

You don’t have to believe in a certain idea, or practice a specific form, or use herbs, or work with spirits, or use animal parts, or do divination. You can make it whatever you want and that’s awesome because no one else practices the way you do. Your witchcraft is entirely unique to you and that’s FUCKING SWEET

KOKONUI SHIPPERS BEGONE ✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️ THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU ✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️

Broom Closet Tips

Just some witchy things I’ve done that are very discreet and my family doesn’t think much of it.

• Get jars from dollar stores or thrift stores and say they’re good for organizing stuff

• Go on nature walks to gather materials and bring your dog if you have one! (Don’t eat anything you can’t identified or reasearched, also some parks might spray the plants with pesticides)

• Do rituals at night or when you know you won’t be interrupted

•Make an altar in an altoid tin or get a box to keep your witchy stuff in

• Get incence / candels because they smell nice

• If you can’t burn anything, use those plastic candles that light up or use perfume as insence

• Get essential oils because they have healing benefits

• Do dream work or learn how to astral project

• Get mundane looking apps that tell you about the moon cycle

• Use water bottles to hold moon water

• Make poppets with old clothes or scrap fabric

• Join a coven online or make friends with other witches online

• Use playing cards as tarot cards

• Keep plants in your windowsill if you are a green witch

• Collect rain / storm water because the water is better than tap water for plants (I don’t know if that is for sure, but it’s a good excuse anyways)

• Put sigils where no one can see them (In shoes, under your phone case, etc.)

• Get herbs from your pantry or tea bags and hide them in plastic bags (I keep my witchy stuff in a fabric bin under a few shirts and you can barely smell them)

• Hide things in drawers, under your bed, in your closet

• Drinking tea

• Meditate (My parents are cool with it because I say it helps me relax)

• Eating foods related to the sabbot

• Get stuffed animals or figures of your fammiliar if you have one

• A girl and a guy doll or figure could be good representations of the god and goddess and can be placed out in the open

• Kitchen magick is very discreet

• Collect crystals and sea shells because they look pretty

• Keep candels and jars separated from your herbs and tools because they’re REALLY loud when they clang together and it will probably wake people up at night if you are doing any rituals

• Collect pebbels and stones an paint sigils / runes on them

• Use a necklace as a pendulum

• Use a pencil or pen as a wand

• Keep a BOS in your notes on your phone or in a small notebook

• Put everything away so no one finds anything and delete anything witchy you searched online

• Remember that it’s okay to be in the broom closet and there are lots of closeted witches!

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