I Just Scrolled Through And Saw Your Update. I'm So Sorry For You Loss, Kat. I'm Sending You All The

“this character is dead” to you maybe. I don't know where y'all live but I live in denial

Hi. Long time reader. I really love all your fics. You made me love Billy even more.

As someone with chronic pain due to scoliosis, I also want a Billy of my own to give me massages 😅

Thank you so much for reading! 💜 I really appreciate it. I’ve heard scoliosis can be disabling. How severe is yours? I don’t have scoliosis, but I have fibromyalgia. It effects most of my body, and is pretty disabling. Though, it varies from person to person.

I think we all need a Billy to give us massages. 💜

"It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting"

how come you don’t write as much anymore?

because you have to practically beg and plead people to interact with your work and it’s extremely demotivating and makes you question your ability and self worth and I straight up just stopped tolerating it lmao

Monsters in the Dark #16

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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“How’s things going with Billy?” asked Curtis, as you took a bite of your dorito taco. You were having a lunch date with him. He was your very first friend before Billy. You adored Curtis. He had found you on the streets, being attacked by several thugs. It took weeks to nurse you back to health.

Your boyfriend had kicked you out after cheating on you. Life had been hard after being in the system. He knew Billy would understand.

“Good,” you said happily after swallowing, “Billy’s sweet to me.”

Curtis laughed, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” You asked, curious.

“It’s just that I wouldn’t describe Billy as sweet.” Curtis said, taking a drink of his soda.

“He lets me sleep with him.” You told Curtis, smiling softly.

Curtis’ eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

You nodded, “I had a nightmare the first night after you left me there. He let me in his bed, and held me. After that I kept sneaking in. So when we were at the bar last weekend, he said I could sleep with him whenever I wanted if I could hit the bullseye at darts.” You explained, finishing off your taco, and digging into your cinnamon dessert. This place was your favorite to eat at, and that was why Curtis brought you here. His treat.

Right now you worked at a library even though Billy insisted he could take care of you. You liked independence, though, and you were cautious.

Your ex had left you with nothing; you wanted the security in case anything went sour. You weren’t going to be defenseless again.

“And did you?” Curtis asked, cautiously.

“Uh huh!” You grinned, “I sleep with him every night now.” You missed the look of concern on Curtis’ face, but when you looked at him, he smiled and ruffled your hair.

He needed to talk to Billy. He loved his brother, but Billy was a known womanizer.

After that he asked how your work at the library was going, and listened to you chatter about that, and the cranky old lady you worked with.

“She’s so crusty!” You had said, rolling your eyes playfully.

Curtis laughed. And despite worrying about Billy, Curtis could tell he was having a good influence on you.

You’d been skittish when Curtis first found you, and now you seemed open and light hearted.

Still, he needed to hear from Billy that he wasn’t going to just drop you, and move on.

x

Curtis appeared at the penthouse a few nights later. “Can I talk to you, Billy?” He asked, and Billy frowned. It was clear Curtis wasn’t there for drinks.

“Sure, give me a minute.” Billy said, leaving Curtis in the living room.

He looked around the corner and into Billy’s bedroom. He was tucking you into bed, kissing your forehead, saying: “I’m gonna talk to Curt. I’ll be in, in a little bit.” His fingers squeezed your hips before letting go, a soft smile on his face.

Curtis was stunned. Billy was a hard man, not known for being soft. He made his living out of violence, and enjoyed it to some degree. It was why he was good at what he did. It was why Curtis placed you with Billy. He could protect you. But here he was being gentle with you.

Billy shut the door coming back out, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “So, want a beer?” Billy asked.

“Nah, listen Billy, I'm here for her.” Curtis said, not bothering to beat around the bush.

Billy’s stomach dropped. Was Curtis taking you away? He’d gotten attached to you in the short amount of time he had you. He hated attachments yet here he was, afraid you were being taken from him. If he was, Billy wasn’t letting you go without a fight. “Yeah?”

“What are your intentions with her? She really likes you, and the men in her life haven’t treated her well.” Curtis said, stance rigid.

“What do you mean they haven’t?” Billy asked, ready to murder anyone who’d hurt you. It wasn’t hard to imagine someone hurting you, you were exceptionally kind and gentle. It wasn’t hard to rip the wings off a butterfly.

“Her boyfriend used her until he was done with her, before kicking her out onto the streets. Her dad used to beat her pretty bad, too. The pictures I’ve seen from police reports are pretty bad, Billy. I feel like her father has set a precedent for every man she’s encountered.” Curtis said, making Billy see red.

“Her mother was the only refuge she had. And I’m worried she’s finding refuge in you, and you’ll grow bored of her.” The tension was thick in the room, Curtis just wanted the best for you.

“I’m not gonna throw her aside, Curt.” Billy said through gritted teeth, angry at both what your father and boyfriend did to you, and Curtis’ implications. “I know what it’s like to be thrown away. Better than anyone else. Better than you. You forget, I lived in the system. My ma didn’t exactly want me.” Billy said bitterly.

“So—“

Billy cut him off, rolling his shoulder, “She’s mine, I’m not letting her go.” He said leaving no room for discussion.

Curtis stared at him for a moment, stance softening. He understood this was Billy’s way of saying he cared for you, “Just so long as her best interests are at heart.” He said. “Because the minute I think they aren’t—“

“They are.” Billy said, jaw ticking.

Curtis nodded, before leaving Billy standing there wondering how you’d wormed your way into his heart.

x

Billy crawled in with you that night, wrapping his arms around you, his insides melting when you rolled over and snuggled against him, cheek pressed to his chest,

He meant what he said to Curtis, he wasn’t letting you go. He understood Curtis cared for you, it was easy as Billy found out.

But Billy would rather chew off his own leg, than hurt you.

He slept that night, vowing to always keep you safe, to kill your enemies, and to be their worst nightmare.

My lovely friend Katherine,

For the soft ask game…

1. What song makes you feel better?

19. Most important thing in your life?

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Please and thank you,

💐

Thank you for the ask, Ericca! 💜😄

1. What song makes you feel better?

Anything by Fleetwood Mac, but Rhiannon specifically.

19. Most important thing in your life?

My mom. We’ve been through so much together. I love her.

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?

Night, definitely. My mood is always better at night. It’s peaceful and quiet. No distractions. Just me, and my thoughts. :)

Love you, Ericca!! 💜❤️💕

//Monsters in the Dark #9//

Dark themes, mentions of abandonment, anxiety, codependency, kissing, fem!reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

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The clock ticked overhead, and you chewed your nails, nearly down to nothing. Billy had been gone for hours after having left you with Frank and Maria. He was dealing with someone who had come after his client.

He’d left when the sun was still up, it was dark now. Maria had tried to soothe your worries, “Billy’s very capable. He’ll come home.”

It didn’t take away the anxiety from your stomach, the heavy feeling in your chest that another person had abandoned you.

You moved to the window, watching for the headlights of the car. The clock ticked, and you wanted to rip it off the wall, as it measured Billy’s absence.

You thought of your mother. She had always protected you, but she couldn’t help herself against your father. She’d killed him as she went down in flames.

Your heart ached. Billy protected you, but could he protect himself? You’d lost so much, that the idea of losing more was crippling.

Headlights flashed across the driveway, your heart rate picked up, as the car shut off and the sound of a door being opened and closed could be heard.

You could hear his feet on the gravel pathway leading up to the house.

You ran to the front door as it opened, and Billy stepped through. He looked tired, but when you pulled him down for an eager kiss, he hummed and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, nipping at your bottom lip.

You pulled back, “Welcome back, Billy.” You said, trying to mask your relief. But he could see. He could always see.

Billy nodded to Frank, before taking your hand and pulling you out of the house, and towards his Wraith.

“Missed you, baby.” He whispered in your ear, before ushering you into the passenger seat.

You relaxed as he walked around the car and got in, starting it up. You admired him as he turned the heat on for you.

He was back. He was safe.

Low Energy/Effort Witchcraft

Are you perpetually busy? Never have any spoons? This might be the post for you. Note that not everything here may be considered low energy or low effort to everyone, and that's okay :)

Carry a crystal around based on what you need. I have a black tourmaline bracelet that absorbs negative vibes throughout the day. I stick it on a selenite slab when I get home to cleanse overnight, then rinse and repeat in the morning.

Put a bay leaf in your wallet to attract money. If you have time, draw a sigil or a $/£/€ on it.

Dedicate anything you drink to your deities if you have any. I dedicate water and black tea to everyone and my favourite raspberry tea to Hathor. Coffee is for Caim.

Enchant your pill case so you remember to take them on time. Enchant your pills to work efficiently. ("Anxiety begone. Ye be banished" on all of my anxiety pills ✌️)

Draw a sigil on your body wash bottle to remove bad vibes or carve a sigil in a bar of soap.

Enchant your moisturizer to repel the evil eye. I fucking love this one.

Incorporate colour magic into the socks you wear (Goths who wear hot pink socks, I'm looking at you).

Enchant your charger so it doesn't break and so you don't lose it. Enchant your phone too while you're at it.

Sorry, I love enchantments--

Uhhhhh

Match those big ol jar candles to different intentions. Burn a cedar candle to cleanse/banish. Burn a cinnamon candle to draw in prosperity. Burn a citrus candle to uplift mood. This one is fantastic for broom closet witches.

Got a humidifier? Fill it up with moon water. You're welcome ;D

Politely ask the spirits of your plants to ward your space. Feed two birds with one scone this way.

Witchy social media. Scrolling on Tumblr and learning something new about witchcraft counts as witchcraft imo. Saving tarot spreads from Instagram for later counts too. Making Pinterest boards for literally anything also counts.

Keep a digital grimoire if doing it on paper costs too many spoons. I have used Google docs & drive in the past but I currently use Notion (You can copy and paste this way!)

If you still want a physical grimoire, print your stuff out and stick it in a binder or glue it in your journal. Boom. Physical grimoire

Listen to witchcraft related videos in the background while you do other tasks or chores in your home

Preparing a meal? Toss in spices that correspond with good health and drawing in positivity, or any other intention you have

Enchant your glasses to help you focus and "read between the lines" or see what wants to remain hidden (this one is a lifesaver at my job)

freeze! ✧ ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ you’re under arrest for being so lovely. copy this message to 10 other blogs (only if you want to) that you think are beautiful and deserve it. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful. 💓

You’re so sweet. Thank you, my friend.