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lav-and-roses · 2 years

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The Powers of 7

Hey darlings! Today I’m going to be taking about the number 7 and some of the 7-based practices I do under the cut!

The number 7 is found all over the Bible from the seven archangels, the 7 days it took God to create the world, the seventh day of rest, the command for leprous Naaman to bathe in the Jordan River seven times to effect complete cleansing, the command for Joshua to march around Jericho for seven days (and on the seventh day to make seven circuits) and for seven priests to blow seven trumpets outside the city walls and even how Jesus spoke seven statements in agony from the Cross. Wow that’s a lot of sevens and I didn’t even go through half of the examples found in the Bible! But you may be wondering, what does this have to do with the rituals I do in sevens. And that’s quite simple to answer!

The Spells and Crafts of the 7 Archangels

Archangels, in my opinion, are very powerful spiritual beings that directly serve God can be invoked in rites and spells much like the other spirits I know and were created to do tasks for God. I tend to invoke them in these spells and crafts rather than the other spirits I know since I feel like they have a direct closeness with God that makes the effects more quick and personal. I’ll be listing the spells and crafts as I go on with my posts.

2. Cleaning

While I still don’t really know if I like to do cleaning based activities 7 times because of my practice or habit, what I do know know is that tend to clapp and hum around my room from the door to the walls till I made a full circle around my room 7 times before I go to bed in order to cleanse it of and bad energies it may have accumulated throughout the day; but I’ve started to do it on purpose and it really helps me ground myself in my beliefs while I can’t practice it freely. Also I’ve started to salt my room by dissolving sea salt in a spray bottle filled with sun charged water and mist the air of my room. I do this seven times in intervals of 30 minutes when I get home from school.

This probably sounds super strange but until I can move out from my parents, I gotta purge the negative energy somehow. Later Darlings!

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transvampireboyfriend · 2 years

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thank you for being the only person that supports me Lav asdfhjklsds <3 Here are 5 songs from my Going on A Walk playlist:

Second Date by Josh Fudge

2. Wiggle by binki

3. Fine Living by Rapallo

4. Little League by Huron John

5. Funky Galileo by Sure Sure

#thanks for asking!#love ya Lav :3 #answered #as previously stated i do not have a going on a walk playlist this is #august.mp3 #but i wanted to link the post in case someone else wants to rb bc i srsly need walk song recs lol #ask game #thanks for asking lav <3

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jxngh · 2 years

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i have a smol crush on u and a big crush on ur writings

maybe you'd have a big crush on me if you knew me 😋 - thank uuuuuu 🫰🏻 -

#such a good message to get #lav luvs ya #anonymous

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deanbrainrotwritings · 4 months

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— SWEET KANSAS HONEY

SUMMARY : invited by her friend to a bee farm, but Dean wasn’t invited to their cute day out. Dean gets pouty… and, ya know, horny.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : lavender mcclenic (oc), athena fonseca (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), phone sex, dirty talk, sexting, voice kink, masturbation

WORD COUNT : 1.5k

A/N : jamies elsewhere song title. this fills the free space square on my @jacklesversebingo card. lavender is based off of my best friend (athena is based off her gf) we have fictional plans to live on a farm, and have a tunnel connecting our houses LOL xxx

“Ah, this is exactly what we said our future would look like,” Y/n grinned, fixing the sunglasses on her face. She turned to face her friend, who did the same, walking towards the little shed where they could change into protective gear.

“Not really,” Lavender laughed, “you’ve got a boyfriend you love with all your cheesy heart. We don’t have a tunnel under our house like we said we’d have,” she listed, playfully. Y/n rolled her eyes and kicked the door open gently, sliding her foot along the bottom of the door as she stepped in before Lavender, looking around curiously.

“Well, at least we’re still here, on a farm, makin’ money,” Y/n grinned, letting the door shut once her friend was inside collecting the white suits for them to slip into. Y/n placed her phone on the wooden table inside, the walls decorated with tools, and other items she didn’t know how to use.

She changed quietly with Lavender, lifting the white suit over her regular clothes. They looked up at the same time and bursted out laughing for no reason at all. They were both bad at emotions, at least at saying them out loud, but Y/n had a feeling that laughter was a wordless I missed you. The phone on the table buzzed and Lavender looked over curiously when Y/n didn’t look.

“It’s that boyfriend of yours,” Lavender teased, “you were so against dating, remember that?” Y/n shook her head and laughed, making sure she was ready to leave as Lav finished up.

“Whatever. So were you,” she dismissed, grabbing her phone with bare hands at the text notification with Dean’s name. She smiled, but she didn’t open it, and Dean sent another message. Her smile got wider.

“We grew up then,” her friend suggested, walking towards the door to open it with her back.

“Sort of, I still like bees and honey,” Y/n told her, taking her own gloves before following her friend out.

“And I still think we should build a tunnel connecting our two houses. There’s plenty of land. I’d… do anything for you,” Lav hesitated with the last part, her cheeks turning pink.

“Lav… that’s sweet, but-”

“The offer stands. Five years, or tomorrow—until we lose it all.” Lavender waved her hand to dismiss it and walked faster to avoid the embarrassment of being, well, loving. Dean texted her once more and she groaned softly. Either it’s an emergency or Dean’s just trying to get her attention.

“I’m gonna…” Y/n trailed off and Lavender turned around and tilted her head at her friend. She lifted her phone and shook it.

“Yeah, go, before I embarrass us both and keep saying sappy shit like that. I need a cleanse,” Lavender grunted, meeting her girlfriend who had the honey collecting tools on standby.

“Me too,” Y/n smiled, then turned around to check Dean’s messages.

dean : Good morning, sexy, it’s been fifteen hours since I last saw you and I’m bored. So bored. How did I go through my childhood without you? :((

She laughed softly.

dean : I woke up early and I was so cold because you weren’t sleeping next to me.

Liar. He wears socks, pyjama pants, and a Henley to sleep. He’s the one who provides the warmth. Of course, he was just trying to be cute. And it was working.

dean : I did a whole bunch of chores though. I cooked. Took Miracle out for a walk. Cleaned our room. And the Dean Cave. But I’m done now.

She smiled as she imagined him doing all of that. He’s undeniably adorable. He knew that. He knew how much he meant to her. She saw three speech bubbles appear, so she waited for his next message.

dean : Oh. Hi, baby. I see you’re reading my texts now. I just want you to know… I’m picturing you coming home with a whole bunch of honey. And guess what? I’m licking it off your body. Yummy.

She bit her lip as heat bloomed across her face.

me : Good morning, handsome. I miss you, too. You’ve finished doing all that? Why don’t you watch a movie now? Read one of those books you’ve been wanting to read. Go to that bar that serves your favourite nachos, boys’ night out. I’ve got loads of suggestions if you run out.

me : Also, you weren’t cold, but that’s cute.

me : Second also, you can’t text things like that when we’re not together… very naughty, I don’t appreciate it. X

She saw the speech bubble again and she bit her lip, looking across at Athena and Lavender laughing together while they scraped the panels for honey. She smiled at them and missed Dean even more.

She didn’t expect to see a photo. Not one quite like the one Dean sent.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, looking back up. She clicked the photo anyway, a smile growing on her face, and arousal dampening her underwear.

Dean was in the shower.

Of course he’d take his phone with him. Of course he’d take the chance to get off. He had a high sex drive. He was daring. Unafraid. And he knew how hot he was. Especially all naked and wet. With his body all taut and flushed pink from the heat of the water. With his face distorted in delicious pleasure as he touched himself, his lip plump and trapped beneath his cute teeth. With his hand wrapped tightly around his cock.

dean : I fig read what you seny

She laughed softly. And decided to call him instead. He picked up instantly. She heard the water falling against tile and skin before she heard his heavy breaths or his husky voice.

“Dean,” she whispered, her cheeks on fire.

“Hi, babe,” Dean moaned and she gasped, her stomach twisting with excitement. “I was expecting a text, a photo, not a phone call, but, uh, I appreciate it.” She shook her head, listening closely to the loud, lewd, sound of his wet hand moving quickly along his cock.

“You’re jerking off?” She blurted out, looking up at Lavender and Athena who were waving her over impatiently. She smiled at them and nodded, putting her finger up.

“Mmm, my morning’s been good, too. Well, kinda, thanks for asking, beautiful,” he replied sarcastically, moaning occasionally as he spoke. Her clit pulse and she squeezed her thighs to stop the discomfort of her arousal.

“Dean…” She moaned, but there was a hint of hesitation that he picked up on. He groaned.

“I’ll hang up, but please, text me something dirty so I get at least a bit of reality in my fantasy,” he begged. She heard him swear quietly and then he laughed breathlessly.

She closed her eyes and thought about what to do. What to say. He sounded so hot, groaning and moaning her name, pumping his cock through his fingers faster and faster.

“Dean,” she purred. He hummed softly, distracted by his pleasure. “Be a good boy and cum for me,” she instructed, smirking when he groaned long and loud. “I want to hear you, baby. Fuck, I wish I could see you. I wish I had you in my mouth right now so I can swallow every ounce of your cum.” Dean cursed loudly, brokenly moaning her name as he came.

He panted into the phone and she bit her lip, waiting patiently for him to recompose himself.

“Ah, fuck,” he murmured and she lifted a brow curiously. “That was hot, baby. We should do it often. Like… even when you are here. I’ll be in the dungeon and you can be in the garage,” he laughed softly to himself and she rolled her eyes. “I miss you. I know it hasn't been that long and that I’ve been sleeping for a majority of the time… I guess I’m just not used to being alone anymore. Without you. I’m sorry for interrupting your time with your friend.”

Her smile softened. “I miss you, too, Dean. And it’s okay… I’ll be back Sunday evening. That’s tomorrow, by the way,” she teased and Dean laughed shyly.

“You didn’t say yes or no to my idea,” he reminded her.

She smiled. “Of course it’s a yes.”

“How about tonight? Can we set up a time for it?” He asked excitedly, then the water shut off, and she heard his wet footsteps, then the soft sound of his towel.

“Yes, I’ll text you,” she breathed out. “Now, stop doing… whatever it was that turned you on, and get some proper work done,” she laughed, putting one glove on as she prepared to go with her friends.

“I… just got horny suddenly when I was taking a break. I was reading… ya know, All About Love,” he hesitated.

“What? Why?” She laughed, but she knew him well, and she’d read the book. “Stop thinking of me. It makes me wet,” she pouted playfully and he laughed again. “And next time you take a break, don’t touch your dick… Until I tell you to do so,” she added with a grin.

“I love you.” She could hear the smile in Dean’s voice, the open and shut of doors.

“I love you, Dean,” she responded lovingly. She could hear him breath softly and hum shyly, a whispered bye, and she hung up.

“Wow, you just throw around the L word, now, eh?” Lavender teased as Y/n walked closer to them, ready to join them. Y/n laughed sarcastically and Athena giggled.

“Shut up,” Y/n grumbled, playfully snatching the tool in Lavender’s hand to help them out.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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The Wrong One 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Raymond Smith

Summary: You get caught up in the double lives of your employers.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You’re left alone. Again. That’s worse than anything. The waiting.

When the door opens again, it’s one of the henchman. You’ve sorted them in your head. The leader with the broad shoulders and blue eyes is boss man; Henchman #1 is the tallest of the trio, and Henchman #2 is irritable and seemingly oldest of them.

He has a cup in his hand and a water bottle. In the cup is a toothbrush and the butt end of a tube of toothpaste. He puts it on the only table not covered in a sheet.

“Boss says,” he goes back to the door to lock it, “you can clean out your mouth.” He turns and nears you, “also says I can take the tape off. For twenty minutes. Let you stretch your legs.”

“Nice man,” you remarks grimly.

He snorts but does his best to hide it, “miss, you needa… relieve yourself? He says that’s permitted too.”

You drop your shoulders, “yeah, I should… hate to die with a full bladder.”

The man goes around to the back of the chair and cuts the tape without confirming or denying your suggestion. As your hands are released, he comes around to undo your ankles. He stands straight and folds away his knife.

“You’re not gonna try nothin’, are ya?” He slides the knife onto his belt.

“Shouldn’t you ask that before?”

This time, he lets himself laugh.

“Right,” he agrees, “well, you go on, get those teeth brushed. Boss wasn’t impressed by the whole puke show.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” you stand up on wobbly legs and the weight in your bladder shifts. Oh, you definitely need to go.

“He don’t got the strongest stomach himself,” the man scratches through his mask.

“Well, tell him I’m sorry, I guess,” you go to the table and swig a small mouthful of water, trying to cleanse a bit of dryness. You focus on getting the toothbrush lined with paste, the minty smell almost mouth watering.

“Sure,” the man crosses his arms as he stands in front of the door. “When you’re done, I’ll take ya to the lav.”

“Mm,” you grumble as you shove the brush in your mouth.

You brush diligently, happy to have the sour flavour out of your mouth. You swish and spit into the cup and leave the toothbrush next to it with the tube. You turn to the man, nearing him tentatively. You have no intent to try anything. You have a better chance if you just go along.

“Stop there,” he orders as you two feet away.

He turns, only slightly, to unlock the door, looking back and forth between the exit and you. He opens it up and waves you forward. His other hand goes to the holster on his belt. You raises your hands and walk forward.

“Promise, I’ll be good.”

He grabs your shoulder as he lets you pass and walks with a vice grip on you down a hallway. He stops you at the first door to your right. It’s open.

“In there.”

“Got it.”

You enter and he flips the light on behind you. Before you can say anything else, he pulls the door shut. You sigh and look around. The bathroom has been stripped down. A single hand towel on the bar and a small sample-sized bottle of soap next to the sink. The curtain’s been removed from above the tub as all that remains are the tile and paint.

You undo your jeans and sit on the toilet. Your body aches stiffly from your time bound to the rigid chair. That’s crueler than anything. Keeping you bound like that. You can’t even scratch your nose. You take the chance to get a good itch in.

You finish up and wash your hands, pausing as you notice the small guide taped to the mirror. Step-by-step with diagrams on proper hand-washing. You take your time and follow them, just to extend your brief taste of freedom. You leave the tap running to dry your hands and use the towel to shut it off as directed. Strange…

You go to the door but it opens before you can grab for the handle. On the other side, Henchman #1 has been replaced by the boss man. You look up and down the hall curiously.

“We need to talk,” he says curtly.

You look at him and nod. You don’t really have a choice. He points you back the way you came. You dutifully turn and walk ahead of him. Paranoia nips at you as you imagine him pointing a barrel at you from behind. Is this some trick?

You go back into the room; your cell. The door closes as his weight creaks in the floorboards. You look at the chair but you’re not ready to sit down. You pace before you face him. He stands plaintively by the door.

“We have Mrs. Malfort.”

“What? Er, oh–” you blink, “should you tell me that?”

“So that means,” he continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “you can’t leave.”

You frown, “right.”

“Which means I need to decide what to do with–”

“Can I just… Can I leave a message? For my sister? That’s all. Please–”

“Would you let me finish?” He shows his hand, still gloved.

You nod and swallow tightly.

“This is a one time offer. You get a choice. But you have to know before you make it, it sticks. This is a one way street, regardless which you choose.”

You fold your arms and shrug.

“So, we can end this, just as you’ve been expecting, simple, fast, one bullet,” he explains, “or…” he lets the word hang before he carries on, “you can continue your work as a maid.” He clutches his hand to a fist, “here.”

You tilt your head and bring one hand to the side of your neck.

“I have to decide now?” You ask.

He dips his head and lifts his hand. He tugs on the mask until it comes off. You see long blond hair, smoothed back beneath his glove as he raises his chin. Tufts of his beard jut out from the friction of the mask, his blue eyes twinkle and he squints. He reaches into his pocket and unfolds a pair of glasses.

“Now or never,” he declares.

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jakeotters · 8 months

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Tommy x reader (id you add Johnathan Crane reader, separate, exta I woul be so happy)

So they were childhood friends, grew up together bur one day reader confess.

He rejected Reader, for whatever reason it would be.

Like so time later he sit on readers wedding, already pissed, and when he see the kiss he realizes it should be him wis her . It should be his wedding and it should be him who she kiss in a white dress.

You can write headcanon or shots whatever you prefer

Lav ya

what if? (tommy shelby x reader)

lots of angst for this one 🥲

warnings: none

you were standing alone in his dark office. you weren’t sure what tempted you to come in here— you were acting on impulse. something had been bothering you for a while now, locked away in the back of your mind and trying to claw itself out.

“it’s late, love.”

tommy’s deep, melodic voice rang out from behind you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“what ‘re you doing in here? and by yourself?”

tommy entered his office, lighting a lamp on the desk in the room.

you could see paperwork scattered across the desk, an empty whiskey glass with a cigarette resting in it sitting on the corner. you could tell he’d been busy, he always was. though you two had known each other your whole lives, tommy made sure not to be too detailed with you about what he did.

tommy looked at you, his icy blue eyes settling on your face, waiting for you to respond.

“just wanted to be alone. have some space to think.” you admitted.

it wasn’t a lie, you’d pulled yourself away from the roudiness of the bar. tommy knew you weren’t one for crowds or loudness. what you hadn’t intended to do was come to his office to be alone, you’d ended up here before you realized it.

“somethin’ bothering you, sweetheart?”

tommy turned to pour two glasses of whiskey— one for him and one for you.

he held out your glass and you took it, tapping your fingers against it as you thought about what to say. you wanted to be honest with him, he was your best friend after all. tommy knew more about you than anyone else. you trusted him.

“just been thinking a lot, tommy. about us.”

your eyes fell to the floor, not wanting to look at him anymore.

“us, eh?” tommy took a long swig of his whiskey, “what about us?”

you trapped yourself here— there was no going back. you had to tell him now. your thoughts were free and there was no taking them back.

“tommy, we’ve known each other our whole lives. you probably know more about me than i know about myself.”

your hand shook, the glass trembling with it. to avoid dropping the glass, you set it on his desk. tommy looked at you and you took a shaky breath before you continued, feeling his eyes on you.

“i’ve always loved you as a friend, you know that. but- tommy, as we’ve grown, i’ve come to love you as more than a friend.”

you exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as your confession left you. you raised your eyes to tommy’s, hesitant to see his reaction.

but he was silent.

he was silent— his eyes bore into yours like blue orbs. the light casted a soft golden hew on him, he was beautiful. you’d always thought so.

“tommy?”

you said his name, wanting him to say something.

tommy threw back the rest of his drink, setting his glass on the desk next to yours. he cleared his throat before he spoke.

“i’m flattered, love. and you know we’ll always be friends-“

you stopped him, knowing where this was going. he didn’t feel the same way.

he could see the sadness in your eyes as they met his. he’d always seen this look when your past boyfriends had broken up with you and you’d come to him crying.

“i’m sorry, love. but you know i can’t. ‘s too dangerous, for you.”

tommy searched for reasoning— anything that would comfort you or offer you some sort of explanation.

“i understand. i’m sorry for saying anything. i should’ve known better.”

you gave him a small, sad smile before walking out of his office, closing the door behind you and leaving him to the heaviness that filled the room.

—

the memory played in his mind over and over as he sat in the pew, next to your family.

he’d gotten the invitation a month before. he’d noticed an envelope had been left on his desk. the two of you weren’t close anymore, you’d formed a relationship with a man you’d met at the bar. he was surprised when he opened it and found a short but formal letter written by you.

“my dearest tommy,

please join me and my family at the ceremony. we’d love to have you.

i’m sorry i’ve been distant the last few years. i miss you.

love,

y/n.”

his eyes lingered on your writing. he missed you too, the way you’d come to him about everything, the way your presence would light up a room, your beauty, your voice. he took a lighter from his pocket, a corner of the letter catching flame. he put a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it as he watched the rest of the letter burn.

but, here he was. in this pew, next to your family, you and your groom standing at the altar in front of him as the priest read the vows. he looked at you. you looked beautiful in your dress with your hair neatly put up under your veil. he wished it was him you were standing in front of.

the more he thought about your confession, the way he’d rejected you, the more he regretted his words. he’d regret that moment for the rest of his life and he knew it. “what if?” rang through his head, filling his thoughts. it haunted him, casting a dreary fog over his mind.

“you may now kiss the bride.”

the priest’s words echoed throughout the church. tommy watched as the man you were marrying kissed you.

it should be him you kissed in that white dress. it should be him you come to about whatever was on your mind. it should be him who got to hold you at night, feeling the warmth of your body curled against him as you sleep.

it should be him.

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