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Offering: Leaf Envelopes

Recently I saw a very cute post about using leaf envelopes as a vessel for offerings and prayer. So in honor of Lughnasadh, I decided to try a few!

I started with large leaves (elephant ear) cut into 10cm x 10cm squares, and folded two corners inward like so:

Then fold the bottom corner up as well, and glue in place.

For one I made it to help with my Mental Health.

Inside: Rosemary (healing)

Ginger (success)

Sage (wisdom)

Blessed Thistle (purification)

ᛇ

(stability)

ᛞ

(clarity)

This was charged with Abalone, Bloodstone and pink, blue and white candles.

Another I made for devotion to Arianrhod.

Inside: Lavendar (healing)

Sage (prosperity)

Bay leaf (protection)

Rose Petals (love, luck)

ᛒ

(rebirth)

ᛉ

(growth)

This was charged with Moonstone, Selenite, Smoky Quartz and purple and white candles.

Last step is to fold down the top corner, and seal with wax. To add to the wax I used a seed on silver wax for Arianrhod and part of a pinecone on blue wax for Mental Health.

These are very customizable and pretty easy to put together! I love the way they look on my altar, and I have two more planned that I'll add when I make them.

Artsy Witch Ideas 🎨

• Put sigils everywhere & anywhere  Specifically: • Put sigils for creativity in your sketchpad or behind a canvas  • Hide sigils for beauty or inspiration in your art • Use magickal waters when watercolor painting by correspondence  Additionally: Rinse brushes in magickal waters • Use markers/paints ect to draw sigils with color correspondence • Enchant your art supplies so that it improves your art, rather by making it more beautiful, appealing, eye catching, inspiring you, ect. • Recycle jars & use them for witchy ingredients, but also art supplies!  • If you’re into graffiti, have a sigil or something like it as your tag, or have a condensed version of your name in Theban Script as your artist tag. It’ll look cool and no one will know what it is or where it came from, unless they’re a witch of course!  • If you’re into crafty stuff too, use ribbons for binding spells & decorate your grimoire with washi tape (I really really love washi tape if you’ve never used it to decorate stuff go get some right this second.)  An anon asked for it.  I am by no means an art witch, but I consider myself an artist! So here’s a few of my ideas. I may try some of these myself! Enjoy 💖

The Seven Deadly Sins

Just a little thing. I didn’t put too much effort into this lolol. And I didn’t get all the sins in there either, but hey! Yandere scenarios for five of the seven deadly sins!

Warnings: yandere, suggestive content, dark themes

Bakugou (Pride)

Anyone that would deny that Bakugou was the best of the best was a lying, jealous pissant. His quirk was the quirk to have, one that had more uses than any of those wannabe, loser mouthbreathers he called his classmates. On top of that, Bakugou was strong, fast, agile, and his stamina was certainly something to write home about. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to make it big in this world; everyone else either wanted to be him, fuck him, or fight him, as it should be.

So when Bakugou told you that the two of you were going out, and you told him that you certainly were not, he’d nearly lost his shit. What was wrong with you? Were you blind? Clearly there was something wiry with your head if you didn’t know that you should have been honored that Bakugou even spared you a second glance! Maybe you were just ignorant. It could be that you just weren’t aware of Bakugou’s splendor– as unlikely as that was, he’d simply have to give you a reminder. After all, he couldn’t expect someone so cute to be smart, too.

He’d show off more in front of you, making sure to blow your mind whenever your eyes found their way back to him during training exercises. He’d be sure to best any other guy he’d previously seen you talking to, so you knew that it was clear that he was better than any of them. If that didn’t grab your attention– it was amazing that it didn’t– he’d have to start getting a little more aggressive. He’d knock into you more often in the halls, making sure to help his little mouse collect her things when they’d scatter everywhere. Of course, he wouldn’t apologize for the incident; if you weren’t such a klutz, you wouldn’t be having these issues.

Touchy, touchy. He somehow managed to get the two of you paired up during hero training more often than not, and boy was that his time to shine. He’d use every opportunity to grab onto your body, whether it was to “detain you”, or “save you” didn’t matter. He’d have his hard cock pressed against your ass either way, just to make sure you knew what you were missing out on. He’d relish that fact that he could make your cheeks darken after hardly any effort.

Bakugou would eventually come to the conclusion that you didn’t dislike him, you were just being a stuck-up bitch. He’d really just have to make you admit it, behind closed doors, with you underneath him, pinned down, helpless, and unable to deny just how great Bakugou really is.

And hell, he’d show you that he wasn’t prideful for no reason.

Shinsou (Envy)

“You can’t help what your heart longs for…”

It hurt… It was never supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be you advancing onto class A, leaving poor, unfortunate Shinsou in the dust. He was just as capable as you, moreso even… when he put his mind to it. It was just that you had yourself a flashy quirk. You were lucky. He was not. The world was unfair, and it hurt him.

For awhile, Shinsou wanted to stay rueful of you. He didn’t want to have to watch you advance, or gain attention from both your peers and hero agencies, or become friends with other “gifted” students that also didn’t know how lucky they were. He didn’t want to watch, but he couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t able to look away when you were wowed and wooed by the pathetically squirrely antics of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the kid who stunted Shinsou’s chances to be seen as something more than he was all those years ago at the sports festival.

What an ugly, creeping feeling crawling its way from Shinsou’s ribs to his shoulders as he watched Midoriya’s lips move slowly, less than an inch away from your ear, sharing secrets that made your body flush. He felt like he was drowning, wanting so badly to know what Midoriya had been whispering, what it’d be like to feel your blush radiating off your skin because of something he said, or how it’d feel if he was the on you smiled for after brushing your hair around your ear.

This wasn’t right. It was better when he felt disdainful because of you. Now he had to deal with these impossible feelings of wanting… needing… coveting…

What did you see in Midoriya that made you so blind to Shinsou? Was it his energy, his looks (come on. him?), or just the fact that he’d been born with an exceptional quirk, one that would easily make him a hero? And why was Shinsou suddenly so invested in who whispered into your ear? He no longer knew whether or not he was jealous of Midoriya, or if he was jealous of you, but he was certain that this longing would not be satiated until he did something about it.

You could never understand what it was like to yearn for something so badly, but never quite have it in your grasp. He’d try to explain to you… after he took you (honestly, you were far too trusting. Probably because you’ve never been in any real situation where you had to question your judgement), but you wouldn’t listen, even when he’d have your mind washed so you were no longer screaming or cursing at him.

Shinsou had the drive to take things when the world wouldn’t serve him his desires on a silver platter. He took you, but you didn’t love him yet, so he’d just have to keep taking things from you until you did: your first kiss… a surprised gasp… a wistful sigh… a drawn out moan… He’d continue take and take and take, until everything you had besides your quirk was virtually his, and after that, he’d continue to take until you understand that longing ache he had for you, and to be a hero, and to be more than what people made him out to be. By this time, he didn’t even want anything that wasn’t you anymore, but until you and him were on the same page, he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until you longed, and you craved, and you wanted, and when you did, he’d have you, so he’d have everything, and the tables would turn.

…Until he decided that it was Midoriya’s turn to be green with envy.

Hawks (Gluttony)

Please pay attention to him– he’d only ever wanted to impress you.

It was mating season for bird thots everywhere, which meant it was time to get a little bit flashy… Baby Keigo didn’t grow up with a whole lot, so you couldn’t really blame him for becoming a bit of a hype beast. He collected all the newest garb, bringing it all home to show it off to you. If you, his precious little bird didn’t want to act like she cared, well, that was fine, right? That just meant… he had to bring you more stuff: pearl necklaces, new Adidas, boxes of chocolates, a nice throw. He certainly couldn’t get you a phone or a computer because– ha! He wouldn’t want you calling anyone for help or anything. But would you… if you had the chance? Why would you when he took such good care of you? The idea that maybe you weren’t playing hard to get, and instead just didn’t like Hawks… after he brought you all this stuff? It kinda stings, babe! 

Thinking about that would put him in a bad mood and you don’t want a grumpy bird thot on your hands. He’d hoard all the stuff he bought in his little comfy nest he made for the two of you, chirping all about all he had to go through to get you these things, only to have you be your regular spoiled and standoffish self. Oh yes, he’d be entirely too quick to play the guilt game. Manipulative? Maybe. Charming? He sure thought he was! Incredibly annoying? To you, absolutely. You’d just have to give him the attention he so desperately wanted if only to stop all his crooning. 

You’d have to sit next to him, tell him that you loved all that he’d done for you, stroke his feathers, feed him some of those chocolates– hold up! Ohhh little chickadee, please don’t you stop stroking those wings. Originally, he wanted to spoil you, but baby angel, you made him feel so good. This was definitely on purpose, right angel? You wanna show him that you wanna be with him? You want to love him? It doesn’t matter at the moment, just— just please don’t stop touching him!

You made his body hot, and those beautiful, angelic fingers felt so incredibly soothing as they wove through his feathers. But be careful baby girl. You’d gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle; the more you pull your hands through his wings, the more you’d be telling him you want to mate with him, but the instant you pull away, he would, without a shadow of a doubt, jump your bones.  

He really couldn’t help himself. He was a glutton for you, babe!

Midoriya (Greed)

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s gonna want some milk.

What was Izuku Midorya’s cookie? That simple smile his bunny sent his way.

Oh, how… adorable it was. The first time you’d smiled at him, his belly filled with so much warmth and he got this tingling feeling that followed him throughout his entire night. Midoriya didn’t know what it was that did him in about that gentle regard, but he did know that he wanted to see it again. The same fuzzy feeling he got returned to him every time he collected another one of your smiles, but it wasn’t as all encompassing as it had been the first time. Midoriya wanted– no, needed more, just to get the same pleasurable feeling back, if only for a second.

More.

A brush of the hands, fingertips to fingertips, your touch was precious to Midoriya. It was exhilarating whenever he got to touch you, whether he was passing something back to you and he let his fingers linger on you for just a tiny bit longer than was entirely necessary, or in shorter bursts when you slapped his hands when something good happened. That time you playfully grabbed his hand and pretended to read his palm– how you looked up from at him while your fingers traced his “love line”, Midoriya realized that touching you was at once, both everything and not enough.

More.

Why couldn’t this be enough? Why wouldn’t he ever be satisfied.

At first he thought that he could wait– spend his time working his way up to a kiss, and from a kiss, something more, little by little, but his darling moved far too slow for that. It wasn’t that his bunny wasn’t worth waiting for, but your pace was excruciating and Midoriya spent too many nights with a roaring ache in his loins, you stuck behind his eyelids. He pictured you running your hands over his bare chest too many times not to make that a reality.

More.

When Midoriya finally got to kiss you, he wouldn’t stop there. It could never have been a simple peck on your lips that only lasted a second– one that would have you turn away with a blush until you eventually ran away, all cute and bashful like you were. No, Midoriya would have to slip his tongue in between your lips, and he would have to ignore how your beautiful, warm body tensed when his finger tips slid from your cheeks to your neck. It would have to be a kiss where Midoriya could lodge his knees between your legs, hold you close, and swallow your pleas with more kisses. Again and again and again. Your soft lips against his. He’d keep you to himself, your body would be his to roam over, his to mark up, and his to touch, and kiss, and love until you have nothing left to give.

And then he’d take more.

Because Midoriya would always be greedy for you, and you were not supposed to give cookies to mice.

Aizawa (Sloth)

If Aizawa was weighted to the couch, you were also weighted to the couch. There was absolutely no getting up allowed on days that he had off. If you weren’t caged in underneath the erasure hero, his arms would be wrapped around you at all times, holding you tightly, offering you nothing but lazy kisses whenever you protested or tried to wriggle away from him.

He’d have mounds of blankets piled on top of the both of you, creating a snug little prison for you, and a cozy paradise for him. Nothing was better than having you pressed up against him– no other responsibilities besides making sure that his little kitty was comfy, secure, close, and protected.

He’d order takeout and enjoy feeding you by hand, loving it even more when he could lick or nibble any food that he’d “accidentally” get on you while he was at it, and he’d gently massage your scalp while your laid your sleepy head on his lap. He adored the cute, little noises you gave out when you were on the edge of sleep, so he’d keep you there, in that state, rubbing your head, back, and ass to get you to drift to sleep, and kissing your neck and shoulders to keep you awake.

Even the way he fucked you when you had days like these was more than a little lazy. He’d turn you into a little sushi ball, all tucked and rolled up in your blankets with nothing but your legs exposed. He’d lick your pussy, but only enough to get you wet and wanting, and mount you when you were bound and powerless, ready to take anything he had to give. He couldn’t help but cum inside of you when he finally got there; pulling out would only be a bother– a mess he’d have to clean. Besides, with your face all cute and red when when you got hot and bothered, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist claiming you like that whenever he had the opportunity.

He’d always cherish these slothful Sundays he could spend doing nothing but loving his little kitten.

I once fell asleep on the floor of a bathroom

(I have no friends to tag T-T)

Tell me one thing

friendly-neighborhood-new-kid:

masked-vigilante:

brightstarblogs:

shinyvapor26:

cosmiccraigory:

niiary:

nanananakins:

snowypinkbunnies:

wanna-buzz:

rarepair-central:

goddammit11da:

unradicaldoodling:

lavishlacee:

cryptidrain:

cacti-and-soda:

incandescent-crescent:

florescentsharks:

obsessedwithsnow:

cherrybazpitch:

angsty-ass-pepermint:

wallpatterns:

da5haexowin:

lovelyh0lland:

darlingtholland:

softspideyboy:

petxrparks:

starkravingparker:

sweetboitom:

dreamholland:

billowyblues:

sweetteatimmychalamet:

ladyblakeney25:

isitandwonder:

mylastvow:

morgendaemmerung89:

loveinthemindpalace:

msbander:

londoncallingsigh:

ellipsisaspired:

ghislainem70:

discordantwords:

thetimemoves:

221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor:

alexxphoenix42:

chriscalledmesweetie:

gobacktobakerstreet:

mama-orion:

teaistheanswertoeverything:

shittypeanut:

datgurlmacs:

selfishferret:

daniel-pastel:

welcome-to-my-phantasyland:

justphantastic:

dantartica:

sleevelessphil:

accio-phan:

corgisocks:

lesterdreams:

blossom-howell:

guesswhatphandomimin:

Tell me one thing about yourself and tag 3 people.

I can’t really whistle @paula229 @solardanstem @blossom-howell

oh god

i still have my first bear from when i was born. he’s a mess

@golddustphan @lesterdreams @teatowelhowell

I’m allergic to touching cold things

@stevesbi @corgisocks @moonbeamphan

true fact: when i was a young child, i used to ask my mom to draw cat whiskers on my face with eyeliner. the cat whiskers truly do come from within! @phanwithdogs @dreamdilddy @accio-phan

i cant whistle,, like,,, at all

@sleevelessphil @levisduster @artisticxfool

I can’t jump rope

@seafoamlester @dantartica @itsupposedtobecheesy

I have multiple double joints in my hands/toes

@sushiunderwear @theofficial01 @justphantastic

I can lick my nose 

@sorta-phantastic @welcome-to-my-phantasyland @awkwardodie

I’m allergic to peanuts

@daniel-pastel @aliceinwonderlandforever @thedarksideofhufflepuff

I’m slightly allergic to cats

@phanic-at-the-malfoys @ladders-the-album @selfishferret

I’m Homeschooled (God that’s a boring fact soz)

@beardedbeardduck @phanmail @datgurlmacs

I’m homeschooled as well! :)

@mama-genes-blues @shittypeanut @fe-ically

I am extremely bisexual

@just-your-everyday-weirdo @phantastickilljoys @teaistheanswertoeverything

Éowyn was my first fictional crush.

@mama-orion, @sapphicfinn, @kai-idth 

I used to be a cartoonist for our town’s little indy newspaper.

@fellshish @angel-without-wings-sew @gobacktobakerstreet

I’m actually happy and content with my life. @sincerely-chaos @cheeseshop @chriscalledmesweetie

Thirty years ago, I buzzed all my hair down to a quarter of an inch long, and my mom’s comment was, “At least you have a nicely shaped skull.”

Tagging @daisyfairy1 @imnova and @alexxphoenix42

I lead drum circles. 

I tag … @conversationswithjohnlock @prettysherlocksolider   @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor

I like black licorice (a divisive subject in our house).

I tag @alexaprilgarden and @thetimemoves and @chinike

I played the theme to Chariots of Fire for a clarinet solo when I was in 5th grade (spoiler alert: my reed broke right in the middle).

I tag @discordantwords and @significanceofmoths and @notquitepetworth .

I play bass in a band. (No fame or fortune, just some local good fun.)

Tagging @saki101, @viridiandecisions and @ghislainem70

I re-read Charles Palliser’s The Quincunx every year around Christmas, and I’m deep into it now.

Tagging @honeybeelullaby @elwinglyre @ellipsisaspired

I’m deathly afraid of flying.

You’re it: @londoncallingsigh @simpleanddestructivechemistry @scifrey

I’ve flown an airplane solo (I can’t really believe it now; a long time ago I took flying lessons and got to the point of soloing twice but never finished my license).

Tagging @bandersnatchmycummerbund @bluebellofbakerstreet @nochillscientist

I’m a sex worker

@homosociallyyours @arallara @thedepthsofmyshame

I can’t peel fruit or veggies with a knife, I have to use a peeler. @love-in-mind-palace @morgendaemmerung89 @consultingpacha @bakingsherlycakes

I can over bend my hands… backwards…

@loveismyrevolution @mylastvow @bakingsherlycakes

I can’t roll the ‘R’ … which makes learning languages like Spanish or Finnish fucking annoying. (I know I tried both)

@missmuffin221 @isitandwonder @shylockgnomes

I really don’t like flying.

@maraskolnikova @ladyblakeney25 @lion-from-the-north

I hate soup plates.

@maraskolnikova @raquelsantos92 @subjectivelyspeaking oops @maraskolnikova has already been tagged

So tell us one thing @sweetteatimmychalamet 😘

By the time I turned 18, I had broken 26 bones in my body, and my nose (which technically isn’t a bone so I count it separately idk)

TELL ME THINGS @billowyblues @nellipot @694699

Right now I’m at a place where i’m a little bit (a lotta bit) lost and I don’t know what to do with my life. I really wanna work in films but I’m scared as fuck that I’ll suck at it and never get jobs and be poor forever.

tell us one thing @elioperlmxn @sweet-tchalameats @thestarsaregivenonceonly

when I sing some Ariana Grande songs I can make myself sound like her COMPLETELY

@xzaestheticzx @sweetboitom @vitaminfinn

i’m highly allergic to mangos

@one-who-reads-too-much @peachyhollands @starkravingparker

I’m afraid of Mac N cheese

@petxrparks @lilacjupiter @tomscaprisun

I’m too scared to tell people how I really feel which gives me sensory overload 🙃

@penisprkr @darlingtholland @softspideyboy

I can sing the ABC’s with my mouth closed.

@darlingtholland @ohhhotstan and @underoosstark

*whispers* I’m afraid of rejection

@lovelyh0lland @moonlightmahogany @heartlessfeelings24

I cannot snap for the life of me

@supernaturalpllfan1 @beautiful-holland @darlintom

I have two titanium rods and 24 screws in my spine; and only 4 vertebrae are unfused.

@toms-order @wallpatterns @writingmyselfintoanearlygrave

You can’t tell, but half of one of my front teeth is fake @angsty-ass-pepermint @sinnerswithbrokenhearts @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl

O shit

I read Carry On by Rainbow Rowell in four hours

@wasteofawriter @cherrybazpitch @thisisjnicole

um… i go to an all girls school and i can’t wait to go back to co ed. i’m boring ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@mintaero @obsessedwithsnow @ravenclawbaz

I have two cats called whiskey and muffin lol

@simon–speaks @mostperculiar @mad-1n-w0nderland

In the Sixth grade i carried around The Twin Towers like a teddy bear

@incandescent-crescent @shrekistheonetruegod @livatrix

I want to be a zoologist so I can probably tell you a weird fact about your favourite animal

@ad-magnum-ingenium @cacti-and-soda @partofwaytoomanyfandoms

I have 14 button up shirts with aesthetic patterns!

@cryptidrain @karloffmennis (and i,,,, can’t,,, think of another person to,,,,, tag :,))

I do adore grim/creepy aesthetics

♡ @cyuuan ♡ @onedumbbitch12 ♡ @lavishlacee ♡ [♡ you don’t have to do it, but I hope you don’t mind the tag ♡]

Gosh uh I still get nervous when I buy things by myself ! @unradicaldoodling @twocaliforniavalleyboys @azraels-lover-phanuel

Uhh i still cant spell alot of words!

@goddammit11da @todirtroki @houma

I’m hungry.

@rarepair-central @ur4vity @thathappyleader

im Sad

@fandomtrash-universe @wanna-buzz @renthesmolbean

I’m not kidding, I can bend my thumb all the way backwards and put it flat down on a table while doing so.

@snowypinkbunnies

@breakfast-country

@ anyone else who i know, but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.

I have a medical condition, heart condition actually called P.O.T.S.

@nanananakins @the-parentheticals @biphobiaphobic

When I get migraines which I’m diagnosed susceptible to, they literally can last two days minimum, maximum WEEK AND A FUCKING HALF

@brightstarblogs @hu-mannequin @niiary

I’m high manteinance in terms of coffee, since I’ve been working in a coffee shop for a couple of years…

Which is kinda funny because I shouldn’t drink it much due to my anxiety.

@intemerated @laquelle @cosmiccraigory

Wow ok im flattered I was tagged

One thing about me is - i got surgery on my arm when i was lil and i have a hole in my arm and now i call it my second belly button

@chasity-the-gypsy @aeferdilly @shinyvapor26

Such honor!

One thing? I can’t get cold. Well, I can. I just can’t feel it. To the point where I had frost bite on my two fingers.

My tags: @brightstarblogs @crowded-skies @jet-kismet

Thanks @shinyvapor26 and @nanananakins for tagging me!

I can’t ride a bike. I never owned one so I never got the chance to learn. I have attempted to once, but I went straight into a bush 😂

I tag: @sweet-liss @masked-vigilante @saltysandcat

Oh shit okay. Thanks for the tag @brightstarblogs

When I played soccer back in the day I dislocated my knee and it still acts up from time to time… and this happened nine years ago.

Tagging : @cosmitac, @foxalicat and @friendly-neighborhood-new-kid

Thanks Craig! @masked-vigilante

New kid: There’s another half of me that I’m afraid people will see.

Mun: I use to be afraid of clowns but thanks to homestuck I’m more afraid I’ll hurt someone dressed as a clown now

Tags: @fandoms-and-feels-everywhere

@milkmateartist

@dadzawa-of-1a

Aw jeez

Fun fact: I’m scared of driving but love riding my bike

@michi0no @the-box-genie @jynxdphantomofthewaves

Protection Spell Jar 🛡

Ingredients: A jar with a lid/cork Black Candle Sea salt Black Pepper  Rosemary  Thyme  Basil  - Steps: 1. Gather your ingredients. 2. Light the black candle. 3. Put all the ingredients in the jar, imagine the protective energies from the black candle going into the jar. 4. If this jar has specific intentions, now would be the time to state those. As in “I am protected from this person/feeling/thing.” 5. Seal the jar.  - You’re done! - You can keep this on your altar or carry it with you for protection. You could also make one when doing something that requires a few extra shields! - I hope someone finds use in this! Enjoy! Have a lovely day 💖

“Let Only Good Energy In” Horseshoe Ward Charm

(little squeal for the first spell I have to share with Tumblr. This and all future spells of mine will be posted in the Spells page of my blog)

The thought process behind this enchantment is adding wards to an object long thought to offer protection and good luck in and of itself.

Items:

a horseshoe

a doorway to hang the horseshoe over

your magical self!

Procedure:

Think of the horseshoe as a cup, with the prongs being the mouth of the cup, kind of like a “U”

Tip the horseshoe over so that the prongs are facing down and shake the horseshoe, making as if you’re pouring something out of a cup. Here, you’re pouring the old and negative energies out, the wards that need replacing

Turning the horseshoe upright again, hold it tightly in both hands and close your eyes.

Envision good energy and the fresh wards flooding into your mouth (for some reason, I see these particular wards as fish? In my mouth? Weird, I know ^^)

Gently blow the good energy and fresh wards into the mouth of the horseshoe, as if you were filling a cup with liquid.

Being careful not to tip the horseshoe in case the wards pour out, secure the horseshoe above or near a doorway to as a protection charm!

Reasoning:

Horseshoes have long been thought to bring good luck to homes in which they’re hung. Eastern cultures were said to have hung them like crescents “C” and they offered protection against the Evil Eye. Back when they were made of iron, they were used as protection against malicious fae, evil spirits, and imps.

Note:

Refill these wards every couple of months. When you go to tip the old wards out, thank them for their protection as you release them from their enchantment.