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Witch tip:
Winter season is upon us, which means that these types of candle holders in the shape of a tiny house will be sold as Christmas decoration again. These are amazing as home wards, to bring warmth and joy to the home, and for protection spells!
- Paint protective symbols on them or in them - charge the tealight you put in there with protection magic or magic for a happy home - choose tealights (or make them) with scents that you associate with protection or cozyness/happiness - lay a wreath around it as a symbol of your protective ward, for example a small wreath made of rosemary, or a plain metal (iron) one - you could even lay a circle of salt around it - charge the candle to become your hearth, the basis of all magics to be worked for the home - also good for working with hearth deities such as Hestia - also can be used as a house for a servitor created to protect the home - paint it in happy colours to attract joy and happiness to your home - instead of a candle, fill it with herbs, crystals, and other symbols to attract magic into your home (sort of like an open spelljar or an altar) - use it as a focus when working with the "spirit" or "soul" of your home - charge it specifically to eliminate strife and negativity within the home during the holidays
The possibilities are endless!
Housewarming Magic
For when you’ve moved into a new living situation or are ready for a new start <3
Finding your home/moving:
House hunting crystals
Spell jar to find a house
Spell for your dream house
Spell for securing a home/property purchase
Property locater spell for house-hunting
Moving witch tips
Moving house cleansing ritual
The witch’s moving checklist
Cleansing:
A deep room cleanse
To absorb negative energy from a room
Magical spring cleaning tips
Summer house cleansing
Witchy cleaners
Clean house powder
Home cleansing tips
Thoroughly clearing spaces
Crystals to cleanse the home
Cleansing your space without smoke
Low energy cleaning + cleansing
Warding + Protection:
A crash course on warding
To ward the home
Threshold magic 101
Protect my home spell
Home protection steam spell
Simple home protection jar spell
Room/home protection
Protection oil for windows and doors
Sharehouse peace witch’s ladder
Wall of fire property & house protection spell
Protection (wind) chimes
The Rowan cross
Protecting the property
Check out the sigils below!
Sigils:
For a magical and happy home
Find a home that will bring you happiness
My new home suits me well
I have found a safe place to rent in my price range
Sospidonum
This space is full of life, light, and bright energy
My home is safe
This home is safe for all
This home is a safe and healthy environment
My house is protected from unwanted influences
My home is protected
I live well on my own
Witchin’ it up:
Happy home spell jar
Home sweet home spell jar
Hestia’s house blessing
House to home spell
Laundry magic
Pleasing household spirits
When a bad guest leaves
Building a magical home
The magical home
Herbal home blessing
Odds and ends:
Magic, and power, in homemaking
The history and creation of witch bottles
Bringing nature inside
Cottage witch tips
Hearth witch tips
The basics of kitchen and cottage witchcraft
You may also like:
Bedridden witch: garden / stale energy / kitchen edition
Spells for job seekers
Travel witchery
Updated April of 2024. Please inform me of broken links via ask-box. Click original post to check for updates!
Antique beaded lamp and shade.
Antique beaded lamp and shade pt.2
Not today ! Maybe tomorrow 🥺💕 ( open the door ) 💕
Stormy is way too dramatic lol 😂💕
Apple-Tinted Cheeks
Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °
CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡
Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.
His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.
"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.
"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.
"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.
"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.
"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.
You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.
"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.
"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.
You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.
Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.
"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.
"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.
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RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF
brain rot♡
Slow Mornings
mornings are slow, even when in Hell
A low purring was the first thing you heard once you woke, that and the shuffling of covers beneath twitching wings and claws. You looked out the window, the red Sun peering through it gently, casting a crimson hue over the hotel room, and over Husker.
He slept with one furry arm draped around your waist, his snout pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in and out softly, in time with his purrs. You smirked at him slightly, bringing an arm up to his head to scratch in between his ears softly, seeing(and feeling) him curl up into your side further whilst his purring increased. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open gingerly, looking up at you as the morning dawned on him.
"'S Monday, huh?.." He asked groggily, groaning at your silence and pushed his snout further into your shoulder, his ears flattening against his head carefully, just as soft as his arms which came up to hug around your chest drowsily. His wings fluffed up softly, both of them acting as a duvet- a duvet covered in feathers and suits of cards.
"Softy.." You chuckled sleepily, which turned into soft giggles as he growled playfully, if admittedly tired. You could feel his sharp tounge dart out quickly, (literal) kitten licks coming to your collar bone.
Slow mornings were always nice, a gleeful rest from the fast-paced world outside of you both. Through kisses and cuddles, it came slow, even on a Monday.
me and Husker rn
This belongs to @neiveel3llson not you
This is how my lover’s voice sounds... never has their voice been any less sweet than honey, or less gentle than the wind blowing through a field of lavender. I do not deserve him, and yet he is mine, and for that I am forever greatful.
Still don’t know the directions of this blog...
Apartment hacks masterpost
Kitchen
How to clean up kitchen (particularly the sink, burnt pots and small aplliances)
How to take care of kitchen stuff so that it lives longer
10 commandments of a clutter-free kitchen
Organizing kitchen mini masterpost
5 things to do in the kitchen before you go to bed
What is soapy bowl and why it’s awesome
How to organize your fridge (also here, here and here)
Thins you should know about your fridge
Adding more storage space in a tiny kitchen
Cleaning
Lots of cleaning tutorials and tips. And some more
How to clean up pantry
How to make your house look cleaner than it really is
How to wash pillows
Cleaning the bathroom
How to clean the nastiest places (and get rid of bad smells, etc.)
Floor-to-celling guide to spring cleaning
Recaulking your bathtub
Cleaning grout
How to dispose of toxic waste
Cleaning the medicine cabinet
How to make chores more fun
You mustn’t skip these chores, but you can delay these if you’re busy
Easily forgotten things that you should clean/replace
Why you need a catch-up day
Small cleaning tasks to do in under 15 minutes (also here)
Looking for a flat/moving
First apartment checklist
Where too look during an apartment hunt (and some more tips)
Negotiate these things with your landlord
What to do first in a new place
What do clean before moving out
How not to get crazy during moving flats
How to downgrade to a smaller place
Organisation, storage
10 habits for better home organisation
How to store off-season items
10 storage ideas for small spaces (more here)
Storage secret weapons
How to organise your closet
Things to do before twice-yearly closet switchout
How to store and maintain your sweaters
Decluttering
Why it feels great
How to get rid of clutter
How to declutter (not only a flat)
What needs to be thrown away from your flat
How to let go of the things you no longer need
Things you own too many of; you can throw away these too
Decuttering the bathroom
Decluterring masterpost
Decorating
Projects for every room in your home/flat
Add style to your home
DIY decorating ideas
How to use negative space
4 common decorating mistakes and how to avoid them
Questions to ask yourself before buying something new
How to choose furniture that’ll be easier to clean
Season-specific tips
Things to do before the cold season
Household hacks for winter
Preparing for Christmas
Green thumb 101
How to take care of succulents
Never kill a plant again
Living alone / Sharing a flat
How not to be lonely when living alone
12 things you can only do when home alone
What you learn by living alone
Things you learn while sharing a flat
What to pack when leaving for a dorm
How to seamlessly share a kitchen (or a flat in general)
Safety issues to discuss with flatmates
Benefits of living with strangers
And also how to turn a house into a home
Falling asleep alone.
Waking up together.
When you spread your wings and fly away from the home you've always known, rarely do you realize the depth of the fact that it would not be so easy to return.
I miss everything about my home. Now that I've left, all I want is to go back.
Crawl into my bed and fall asleep to the sounds of the sea.
The sea and its crashing waves, a lullaby that has sneaked into my life without me even realizing.
I cannot sleep in the silence of this new city.
I miss the waves.
And the comfort knowing that the sea is awake and keeping me company.
I know I belong.
Here, between the spaces of your fingers, and the crook of your neck.
On your lips and in your eyes.
I've finally found a home far from any other.
The restlessness in me is slowly being put to sleep by your sweet voice, the soft tunes that fall from your lips heals the broken parts of me from within.
For once, the world feels so much more beautiful than it ever was.
Because there's you and there's me. And because that's all that I need.
For once, it's enough.
For once
Everything in this world has a place.
And more than often I feel like mine is beside you.
You tell me that you're loosing me a little bit each day.
How can I not feel lost, when you deny me of my home?
Where do I plant my heart, when you close the door to yours?
The worst battles of mine were about you, against myself,
being forever torn between wanting to stay and run away.
But as dawn approaches and the sun rises again,
I loose yet another fight.
I hope one day you can finally see me beside you.
One day, you will know that I've always been there.
That I never left, and never will.
Why does emptiness hurt so much,
when there is nothing for me to feel anymore.
Dragging my pale hands across the dirty walls,
I feel like giving up on everything.
I've lived on for so long,
hoping that someday everything would get better.
But that was just a lie I told myself,
because all that ever happened to me was blue.
From heartbreaks to heartbreaks,
I lived on hoping I would be free one day.
But turns out the way we live our lives,
is always predetermined before our births.
Stars and galaxies had perfectly aligned,
to make sure that luck never came my way.
All those times I felt like joys,
were simply mirages on my abandoned mind.
I wanted answers for so long,
but was afraid to come get them.
Now in the middle of the night I stand,
my heart feeling heavier than ever before.
My pale hands glides over the knocker,
and the sound of it makes the stillness scream.
Moonlight is the only comfort I have now,
as I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
The cold night air smells bittersweet,
but strangely it feels like home.
It is home.
Losing someone you love is hard enough,
but losing all of them together,
is the worst torture that a soul can suffer.
It's been years since I came home.
But I always carried it within me,
a burden that was uncalled for.
Now with the moon and the night as witnesses,
I gather every last ounce of life in me.
Calling home for the first time in years,
I am answered with a gentle breeze that caresses my cheeks.
Maybe they too missed me like I missed them.
Maybe I should've come sooner,
so that I could live a little longer.
But it doesn't matter now.
I call home after so long,
to let them know that I'll come soon.
It's just a matter of months, said the doctors.
But to me it feels like I have eternities to cross,
to finally be whole again.
Calling home for the first time in years,
I can't wait to be finally home again.
© Moonyloonywitch
12/08/2021
