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Goretober Day 22: Bones
It seems the young Warlock's curse inflicted on the man is starting to take effect. ---------------------------------- Using this Goretober Prompt List: docs.google.com/document/d/1RC…
Tamaki belongs to me, a picrew ref for him can be seen here. sta.sh/0fayx6bxmde
Voodoo items
Your Heart in My Hand Curse
a curse inspired by Bastille’s Laura Palmer. when you squeeze the poppet heart they will be plagued by nightmares of what they did to you, and feel a general sense of being lost in life.
gather:
- a taglock - fabric to make the poppet heart, black or red. - a black candle - twigs, dirt, bugs.
light the candle. take the taglock of theirs and make a poppet heart containing it. fill it with dirt, twigs, and bugs (optional).
play the song as you construct and seal the poppet with black candle wax. chant along if you like.
The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night, you can’t be found But, this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Grey Paint Brush Hex (Neopets Inspired)
A simple hex to give someone a bad day. This hex is short term, it does not have long lasting effects like many curses would. This is spell is for basic ‘bad’ days and inconveniences and luck, this will not do serious or cause large events to happen - if you are wishing for big results look for a bigger stronger curse.
You Will Need:
⛈️ A Gray Candle (black or white can substitute)
⛈️ Burn Safe Plate or Container
⛈️ Gray Paint (that is safe to burn - non-toxic watercolor is best)
⛈️ Paintbrush
⛈️ Target’s Name on a Piece of Paper
Set Up:
Make sure you are in a well ventilated area or outside, this spell does require burning paper which can cause smoke which can set off fire alarms or cause issues for small animals. Make sure the area you are working in is fire-safe with no overhanging curtains or fabrics, no clutter or loose papers nearby and that there is not any flammable substances nearby. Make sure all long hair is pulled back securely and sleeves or loose clothing rolled up/removed. Cleanse your space if needed.
The Spell:
⛈️Light your candle as you begin the spell
⛈️ Take your paper with the name of the target on it and using your paint, coat it several times with the gray paint until satisfied
⛈️ Wait for it to dry
⛈️ Once dried reasonably enough to burn, set it alight focusing on the desire and will to send this person a terrible day
⛈️ Carefully drop the paper into the burn safe container and allow it to burn itself out and to ash
⛈️ Properly dispose of ashes or save them for any possible future hexes or curses you may wish to use them for.
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How to Avenge Yourself with Tarot
My grandma taught me never to draw first blood. But that if a soul hurts me maliciously, the old gods will consider my vengeance an act of self-love.
Step 1: State your case.
In a dim, quiet, private place… shuffle your cards, as you recount to them every detail of how you were cruelly injured. As if writing in a diary, divulge aloud your agony. Let your heart fill with ache. Let your body swell with rage.
Step 2: Choose the punishment.
When your pain and fury are at their peak… find the card in the deck that in your soul you believe to fit the misdeed.
Death: Serious illness
The Devil: Emotional abuse
The Tower: Sweeping chaos
The Moon: Damaging secrets revealed
Five of Wands: Friends turning foes
Seven of Wands: Crippling stress
Nine of Wands: Paranoia
Ten of Wands: Bone fractures
Five of Cups: Bouts of depression
Two of Swords: Significant errors in judgement
Three of Swords: Sudden loss of love
Five of Swords: Defeat in competitions
Eight of Swords: Mental or physical imprisonment
Nine of Swords: Insomnia and anxiety
Ten of Swords: Festering cuts and bruises
Knight of Swords: Physical and verbal abuse
Five of Pentacles: Financial ruin
Step 3: Decide the duration.
Find a second card in your deck. Remember that even the smallest cut left unchecked can lead to death. So unless it is warranted… be fair and be prudent.
Ace of Wands: A few days
Ace of Swords: A week
Ace of Cups: A month
Ace of Pentacles: A year
Step 4: Carry out the sentence.
Hold both cards in your hands, with the punishment on top, and the duration behind it, hidden in the back.
Gaze at the card… and with every fiber of your being, imagine it moving.
If it is the Knight of Swords, watch him gallop on his way to cut your oppressor in half. If it is Death, see your oppressor lying lifeless by the Reaper’s horse. If it is the Ten of Swords, let your oppressor take the place of the corpse in the card. Watch their back ooze with blood from every wound, gash and slash.
Step 5: Let it go.
Your raw vulnerability in admitting your injury has connected you to the higher power you have faith in, be that the Universe or a deity.
They have heard your appeal, which will soon be fulfilled. Offer them your gratitude in advance. Your wounds are now in good hands.
It could take days… weeks… even longer. It will happen once your oppressor believes they have gotten away with bruising you. At that moment, a colossal flame will engulf their contentment. And you will know in your heart that the debt has been collected.
An ArtFight attack I did a little while ago with YingYang48’s and @smalltimidbean’s characters :) Unfortunately Ying doesnt seem to have a Tumblr account, but I’ll edit this if I find out they actually do.
Might post more ArtFight stuff tomorrow. Idk.
[ sakusa kiyoomi ! soulmate au ]
it had been years since your own soulmate has rejected you. due to the nature of the message, one would assume it was cruel, but you couldn’t help but find it so despite how how your heart crushed when you had first seen it. it was simple and clear, the only sentence they had ever written you.
i don’t want a soulmate, please don’t contact me. sorry.
there were no conversations shared after you had responded with a simple ‘got it,’ and waited a few moments, making sure to give them time to view it before you erased the words to prevent the way your eyes seemed a little blurry every time you saw them.
when you had explained the situation to your friends, one of them looked you dead in the eyes, their eyes wide, and questioned how you seemed too nonchalant. they questioned if you understood what that had meant, that you would be alone forever, and you simply shrugged.
it wasn’t as if the situation didn’t affect you. of course, within all years you grew up, you tended to feel a little upset when you watched how other soulmates seemed so in love, how they completed each other upon first sight when the person made to love you didn’t want you, and of course you cried here and there, but one fact remained.
there was nothing you could do.
you weren’t going to pathetically and desperately try to change their mind. you had enough faith that if they changed their mind, they would grab a pen and make the first move themselves, especially since you were no longer kids.
you weren’t going to ruin your own life over someone you didn’t even know, so instead, you held your head high and moved on, and all your efforts were enough to let you intern and work with the manager of the MSBY black jackels. after talking with the lady, who seemed so overworked that you weren’t sure the salary could even be worth it, you found yourself finally standing in front of the team.
“guys, this is [y/n]. they will be sitting in on practice for the following two weeks, please don’t bother them.”
you offered a polite smile and a wave. “hello, it’s a pleasure meeting you all. if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”
the exhausted manager proceeded to introduce them one by one, and while they were all very attention grabbing, your eyes only lingered more than necessary on one who coincidentally happened to be staring at you, eyes wider in an emotion you couldn’t make out.
sakusa kiyoomi.
it took you a few days to get comfortable with the overly chaotic team and it didn’t take long until atsumu finally brought up the over-used question that no longer made you flinch. “so, have you met your soulmate yet? they’re one lucky motherfucker.”
you almost snorted at the irony. instead, you hummed in disagreement, purposely acting unaware of how sakusa actually seemed to be interested in the conversation for once, how he immediately stopped his actions, eyes set on you as he watched your ever move as you scrolled through instagram. “flattering, ‘tsumu. i haven’t.”
the ball of sunshine that was hinata tilted his head curiously, eyes wide. “woah, do they live far? how come you haven’t met them yet?”
“oh, they rejected me.” you stated calmly, voice clear of any emotions. everyone seemed to freeze and you could have sworn you heard sakusa suck in a breath loudly, but you glanced up and offered a smile. “it’s fine, please don’t worry! it happened years ago, i’m already over it.”
atsumu blinked. “so… does that mean i can ask?”
meian immediately smacked the back of his head, apologetically glancing at you, but you only let out a light laugh. despite how the faux blond was very rude at times, you thought it was nice for him to ask first. after all, you had uncountable encounters where you hadn't even finished your answer before you were bombarded with rude, nosy questions. "yeah, i don't care. what's on your mind?"
immediately, miya, hinata and bokuto were slumped in front of you, legs crossed and attention undivided. they reminded you of little kids waiting for a reward, and you couldn’t help the small amused smile pulling on your lips as you shut your phone, taking note of how sakusa stood behind them, leaning on the wall with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.
“when did it happen?”
“i was ten.”
“did it hurt?”
“like physically?” you snorted, your amusement growing when the three nodded quickly. “no, it did not. it hurt a little emotionally, of course, but nothing physical.”
“what are you planning to do in life without a soulmate? will you fall in love with someone else?” bokuto gasped curiously, leaning closer, and you raised an amused eyebrow.
“contrary to popular belief, romantic love isn’t everything. i think i can survive alone, bokuto.”
he pouted. “that sounds so miserable, though! i have no idea what i would do without my keiji, [y/n]! how are you still alive?”
meian immediately pulled the athlete up with a scolding frown, but you let out a small laugh. “you can’t exactly miss something you never had, you know?”
“but still! i—“
“enough, you mannerless little shit.” meian sighed tiredly, shooing the two other athletes out as he dragged bokuto outside. the room was now empty with the exception of you and sakusa, and considering the man had never spoken a word to you before, nonetheless did anything but frown at you, surprise was an understatement to what you felt once he quickly took a seat in front of you, replacing the others with an even more distressed expression than bokuto had a few seconds ago.
“can i ask you a few questions?”
you blinked in slight surprise, then slowly nodded. “sure, go on.”
he swallowed harshly. “what— what would you do if your soulmate suddenly just wrote to you?”
for an odd unidentifiable reason, the question felt even more personal than any question you had ever asked before as you tilted your head in slight thought. “well, i would give them a chance.”
he frowned. “that’s stupid. they broke your heart, rejected you before they even knew you and you would give them a chance that easy?”
you stared blankly at sakusa, who seemed to realize his words immediately and grimace, swallowing harshly. “sorry— fuck. look, it’s just…”
he groaned for a second before he buried his face into his palms hopelessly and you resisted the urge to reach over and pat his head in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, your intense confusion distracting you as you patiently waited for him to continue. after a few seconds, he finally sucked in a breath, looking up with exhausted eyes and a frown.
“i may have rejected my soulmate when i was young and i’m too much of a coward to actually contact them again because why the fuck would you give your soulmate another chance after they rejected you? fuck, i have been through hell and i’m the one who made the decision!”
you blinked once, then twice, slowly registering his words, before shrugging. “i think that’s just because you’re a coward, sakusa.”
he pouted. you thought the sight was adorable and you ignored the sudden urge to squish his cheeks, mentally scolding yourself. you had more important things to focus on other than how utterly adorable he was.
“what have you got to lose?” you hummed, leaning over and resting your elbow on your thigh, your cheek resting on your palm. “you already said it yourself, you feel like hell. are you going to live the rest of your life simply wondering when you have the chance to change it and fix what you ruined as a child?”
he groaned loudly. “what if they weren’t as forgiving as you, [y/n]! what if they reject me?”
“well, they would have the right to, obviously,” you started, deadpanning. he visibly sulked, and you mentally groaned at how affected he was at this. why couldn’t your soulmate be anything like the attractive man regretting all his life decisions in front of you? you truely had the worst luck. “but, at least you wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and even if they do reject you, they would probably take it back after a while, anyways. you’re soulmates, dude.”
he frowned as he considered your words, before he nodded slowly. “okay. fuck, okay, what’s the move?”
you blinked. “why are you asking me that?”
“you’re coaching me throughout this.” he stated blankly, and you would have immediately told him that you were definitely not qualified for that if it wasn’t for the fact that his hands were shaking. you sighed, reaching over and grabbing a pen from your pocket before you held it out. the way he immediately grabbed it without even bothering to satanize it first showed you how stressed he was, so you calmly stared at him until he huffed, looking up. “okay, i can do this. tell me what to write.”
you shut your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a tired sigh. this was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided on this job. “give me a minute to think. any prompts?”
“you’re too slow, i can’t wait anymore.” he hissed, and you heard the pen cap fall on the ground. you snorted loudly, ignoring how your arm suddenly felt a little numb.
“well, you certainly had no problem waiting years.” you muttered humorously. however, there was no remark from sakusa and you finally forced your eyes open when you noticed how quiet it was, your gaze falling on a wide-eyed sakusa, lips parted in disbelief. and to your disbelief, his gaze wasn’t on his arm, it was on yours, where there was suddenly a neatly scribbled sentence.
would you give me a chance if i asked?
it was silent for a few seconds as both of you stared blankly at your arm before you managed to swallow harshly, lifting your gaze up. once your eyes met, you couldn’t help but crack a wide grin. “well, are you going to kiss me or do i have to wait a few more years?”
your laugh echoed through the room when sakusa nearly leapt over to reach you, his lips silencing the noise as he held you desperately like you were to disappear, and every moment before his touch suddenly felt as miserable as bokuto had described it.
‘i have no idea how i was alive without this either, bokuto.’
[ sakusa kiyoomi ]
considering your boyfriend made it pretty clear on several occasions that he hated valentines, you weren’t surprised he made no move to even contact you during the day. you were slightly disappointed due to the fact that you loved the day, sure, but it wasn’t fair to place your disappointment on him when you knew what you were getting yourself into due to the years of friendship before dating, so you didn’t dwell much on it.
you had asked previously if you two would meet tonight and when he mumbled a response about how he would probably be practicing late, you took over your co-workers shift to save yourself the boredom of being home alone while consecutively giving her a chance to see her partner, earning multiple ‘thank you!’s and a promise that she will take your shift whenever as she rushed out, prompting you to smile.
you loved valentines.
you didn’t have a solid reason on why you did, but you didn’t need one. you loved being surrounded with red heart balloons and roses wherever you walked and you loved the glee on people’s faces as they celebrated the day with their beloveds. it made you feel warm every time despite your plans or status and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched a boy blush furiously as his girlfriend handed him flowers, giggling quietly with a love-dazed face.
the obnoxious bell ringing against the glass door made you turn to the costumers walking in, your smile widening just slightly as you saw osamu and atsumu bickering as they approached the counter until their eyes landed on you and widened just the slightest, atsumu gasping. “yer working today?!”
“yeah,” you mused, placing your chin on your palm. “you’re both spending valentines together?”
they both shot you a glare that only caused your grin to widen, placing their usual orders down on the system either way. osamu grunted. “he finished his date early and went over to have a mental breakdown at my restaurant.”
atsumu gaped at him for a few seconds in pure betrayal as you let out a quiet snicker before he shot his twin a harsh glare. “at least i had plans!”
osamu gave him a glare back. “they are out of town, you little—“
“please don’t scare my costumers away,” you retorted, cutting them off. they both huffed, avoiding eye contact before their eyes landed back on you and atsumu raised an eyebrow.
“what about ya? plans ended early?”
“there were no plans,” you shrugged casually, adding extra syrup into osamu’s drink while catching the discreet way his eyes lightened up at the action. “kiyoomi hates valentines.”
atsumu frowned. “but ya love valentines!”
you hummed, sliding osamu’s drink over. “so? i don’t have to spend it with him against his will to be happy.”
osamu stared at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown that matched his twin’s. “yer too nice. so, where is he today?”
you shrugged. “told me he was practicing.”
they both shared a look before looking at you and speaking in sync. “when do you get off? we’re taking you out.”
you smiled as you slid atsumu’s drink over, stating that the drinks were on the house when they attempted to pay before telling them that you only had a few minutes left. as you finished the last bit of your shift, you could hear them checking with their partners that it was okay and you couldn’t help but silently melt at how cute their relationships were as you waited for the last costumer to leave and closed up, shrugging your jacket off before calling out for them.
the rest of the day was nice. the three of you bought over-priced cupcakes and ate them in a dark playground, half the time spent with you laughing in amusement while they argued while the other half was spent with the three of you gossiping about drama suna had shared. they even bought you a red heart-shaped balloon and you almost teared up as you gleefully accepted it, thanking them frantically as they walked you to the door of your apartment building.
“can i do something before ya leave?” atsumu grinned mischievously and you snorted as you nodded, interested to see what his plan was. he simply got out his phone, making you stand between the twins before he snapped a selfie of the three of you, making sure to capture osamu’s small smirk, the balloon and his poked-out tongue before he beamed. “sent!”
you raised an amused eyebrows as osamu snickered. “you sent that to kiyoomi?”
“yeah, told him we stole ya.”
you laughed as you bid them your goodbyes and made your way up to your joined apartment, humming your favorite song under your breath softly. you assumed your boyfriend was still practicing, so you were pleasantly surprised when you unlocked the door and the lights were all on, your boyfriend’s shoes in their usual spot.
“kiyoomi, i’m home!” you called out after a sleepy yawn, expecting to get a simple ‘in our room!’ or anything back. instead, your boyfriend walked out of the hallway with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.
“you were with the miyas?”
“hm? yeah.” you hummed, placing your stuff down on the coffee table, too sleepy to notice the way he was practically sulking. “they came before my shift ended and decided to take me out. when did you arrive?”
he huffed as he dragged himself over, strong arms pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face into your neck. you smiled softly, your hands moving to lock into his hair as you hugged him even tighter. he hummed softly. “i missed you, how was your day?”
“it was nice,” you murmured quietly, enjoying the warmth he provided. “i love valentine’s day.”
he froze. you obliviously continued.
“the café was super busy, but it was nice seeing everyone on dates, you know? there were a lot of roses as well and it’s just so heartwarmin—“
he pulled away quickly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “you… you love valentines?”
“hm?” you blinked. “yeah? it’s my favorite holiday.”
“you love valentines?”
you let out a small laugh at how cute he looked when he was confused. “of course i do. everyone knows i do, kiyoomi, how did you never notice?”
he tugged his hands into his hair. “how did i not notice— why didn’t you tell me you loved valentines?”
you shrugged calmly, not seeing the issue, and your nonchalance only seemed to make him even more distressed. “you hate valentines so i didn’t see why i should mention it, you know? i didn’t want you to force yourself to plan anything or do anything for me.”
he stared at you for a few seconds before he fell back on the couch, burying his face into his hands and mumbling muffled words before he let his hands fall down and frowned. “you’re an awful human being.”
you were too amused to take offense as you shrugged a few of the thick layers you wore off. “why am i an awful human being, my love?”
“how can you not tell me you love valentines? i would have taken a day off and i would bought you those stupid overpriced flowers and those overpriced chocolates you would hate and we could have spent the entire day together and—“
“you don’t like valentines.”
“yeah, but i love you.” he huffed. “i love you and i want to make you happy.”
“i’m always happy with you,” you assured, slightly entertained. “i promise. why do you seem more upset about us not spending this together than me?”
“because i was under the impression that you also hate valentines,” he muttered as exhaustion finally seemed to take over, his drooped shoulders and pout causing the almost 6’3 professional athlete to seem like a child. you took the seat beside him and he immediately laid his head down on your lap, huffing. “i didn’t know you liked it. i would have planned the best day if i knew you did, i promise.”
“you keep missing the point, my love.”
“what’s the point of anything if i ruined our first valentines together?”
“you’re such a drama queen,” you snorted softly, running your hands through his soft hair as he blinked sleepily. “the point is that i don’t need to celebrate valentines with you to be happy, kiyoomi, and you not buying ‘overpriced flowers’ won’t make me love you any less. i knew what i was getting myself into when i started dating you, i don’t want you to change and i genuinely don’t mind.”
his cheeks flushed, but he still sulked. “whatever, i’m taking you out next year.”
“or… we can stay in and order takeout? how’s that?”
“i’ll buy a stupid bouquet too.”
you grinned at his sleepily grumbles. “you can buy me a stupid bouquet then. you can even buy me stupid chocolates too, how’s that?”
“i will,” he mumbled determinedly, eyes finally shutting. “i love you so much, i’m sorry.”
“i love you and you have nothing to be sorry about, my love.” you promised, leaning to kiss his forehead. you only got a soft snore in response, your grin widening.
you truely couldn’t wish for a better valentines.
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pouty sakusa supremacy :p anw valentine ended 22 minutes ago for me but yolo ! hope you enjoy this one :)
boyfriend!gaming; who loves giving you small kisses on the cheek before going on a commission with his companions.
boyfriend!gaming; who brings back little souvenirs that reminded him of you.Starconch,Sumeruroses, you named it.
boyfriend!gaming; who always book a fancy restaurant when you two go on a date, he loves pampering you with gifts and kisses
boyfriend!gaming; who always felt nervous when he performs in front thousands of people, but after he saw you in one of the crowds he felt ease.
boyfriend!gaming; who always treat you after the performance, "Babe! Did you know that there is a new shop opening right around the corner of Wuwang Hill? Wait, you want to go there? Alright let's go!"
boyfriend!gaming; who would kiss you while watching the fireworks on lantern rite, whispers in your ears. "I love you, you are the best person I've ever met in my life babe."
I feel like Zoe is the only one who isn’t a little wonky
Freeze: A general ice binding
A basic binding spell my grandmother taught me. She called them hex jars, but Ive foind the effects to be better suited to a binding.
You will need:
A jar with lid
Water
A taglock, even if its just their name on a piece of paper
(OPTIONAL) vinegar, “for a taste of their own”
How to:
Place taglock in jar.
Add water and if desired vinegar. Remember to leave space for the ice to expand as it freezes. I generally only fill the jar ¾ full.
Focus on the aspects of your target you want to bind. Add your energy to the jar.
Seal the jar and freeze it. As long as it stays frozen your target shall be bound.
🗡️ Jinxes, Hexes, & Curses 🗡️
🗡️ JINXES - quick-lasting, harmless but mean-spirited.
nox - a spell to end a source of light or positivity
your heart in my hand - to send someone nightmares and to feel a general sense of being lost in life
burn your wishes - a simple curse to destroy someone’s wishes
spell of shattered sight - a spell that makes a person only see the most ugly aspects of themselves and others around them
🗡️ HEXES - mal-intended spells with temporary effects.
burst your bubble - a simple curse to destroy someone’s ego/hope
hex for a player - a curse from scorned lovers to the one breaking hearts, to give them difficulty finding anyone to be with romantically/sexually
cerberus hex - attacks what hurts things under plutonic protection spell
breezeblocks curse - to affect someone you resent for leaving
pumpkin head - seasonal hex to “burn” those who wrong you
bad moon rising - a revenge curse, general misfortune for a month
🗡️ CURSES - intense, powerful and long lasting.
to sink a sailor - to symbolically drown someone
marooned sailor curse - a curse to strand them alone in life.
avada kedavra - a curse not to kill, but to make the target feel death’s presence in their life.
imperius curse - to make the intended feel helpless, that things in their life are out of their power and control
cruciatus curse - to create pain in the life of the intended, whether physical or emotional
seven devils curse - a curse to burn the kingdom of and haunt the target
thorn in my side - a curse for abusers
red in your ledger - to return the hurt someone has done
if you take issue with cursing, jinxing, or hexing, that is your craft, but please do not add onto this post telling witches not to curse because “karma”, “the three fold law” or whatever. mind your own craft.
Here’s a collection of hundreds of books about magic and witchcraft.
The server is updated weekly with more books, all of which are vetted by experienced practitioners and organized in an easy to consume way.
Here’s a collection of hundreds of books about magic and witchcraft.
The server is updated weekly with more books, all of which are vetted by experienced practitioners and organized in an easy to consume way.
The Harvest moment XD This scene is always so funny, I love how panicked Hex is and how annoyed Seven is.
I had never thought about it before, but it's such a nice parallel to the entrance of Ian and Barbara! The Doctor is traveling with someone he's very protective of and sees as a pupil of some kind; said character is followed by someone else who wants to make sure they're okay- yeah, checks out XD
And then, the Doctor is a little shit to the new character(s), even if at least in this case he doesn't kidnap poor Hex
Even more art lmao
I haven't posted art in a while lol so here's an art post of a bunch of art I've done recently (past 2-3 months lol)
Black Honey
I’ve learned through some research and some traditions that honey is one of the best substances to use in witchcraft. I like to think of it as liquid clear quartz. I have mad my own mixture of honey that I think you will all like. It’s called black honey, and it is best suited for “dark magic.” It’s good for curses, bindings, hexes, and lots more.
To make it all you need is:
Honey (of course)
Water (I just used plain tap water. But you can use any kind really. If you wish you could boil it first, since water is really psychic.
And something to dye it black ( I prefer to use calligraphy ink, but I’m sure you could use food colouring, ash)
Steps: Firstly, combine the water and honey. Make sure that it still retains a somewhat think consistency. Then add the dye. Make sure that it is completely, or almost completely black as it will help with the practice. Then you can place energy and intent on it. And it’s done.
@afrosandathames @sanctusnecromancy I think you two might like this