Stave to Win Desire — Blood, Sleep, and the Spell of Want
This is not a charm for sweet talk. Not a gentle courtship. This is a working born of hunger. It’s desire sharpened to a point, dipped in blood, and pressed into flesh.
The old texts don’t dress it up:
Inscribe this stave on a pig’s belly with blood from your left nipple, and have the one you desire sleep on it overnight. You will not need to entreat them again.
Not a question. Not a request. It makes the outcome inevitable. And that inevitability? That’s where the magic lives.
This is not affection. It is compulsion. The spell does not ask. It writes.
How It’s Done
You’ll need:
A fresh pig’s belly — warm, newly skinned, soft as raw intention
Blood from your left nipple — the heart-side, the vulnerable side
The stave itself, inscribed slowly and with purpose
The body of the one you seek, wrapped in sleep and unknowing
Mark the stave into the belly with your blood. There are no incantations — only breath and will. The spell is complete when they sleep atop it. The contact of skin and stave closes the circuit. Desire becomes gravity.
What It Does
The symbol doesn’t whisper. It does not ask the sleeper to come closer. It plants the idea deep enough that they think it was always theirs.
It is ancient magic — cold, practical, and without sentiment. And according to the texts, once the ritual is done, no further plea will be necessary. You will have them.
A Question of Consent
Old magic does not apologize. It reflects the world it was made in — one where power mattered more than permission. But we live differently now.
So here is the reckoning:
What are you trying to win — affection, or control?
Does your longing include the other’s freedom, or override it?
Is your desire a bridge, or a trap?
These are not questions the stave will answer for you. They are yours to hold.
Recasting the Ritual
The spell can still be worked — but for those who walk a modern path, it may be reshaped:
Use your blood not to bind, but to name your truth.
Let the ritual be shared, consensual — an act of co-created intensity.
Let the sleep be voluntary. Let the desire be mutual. Let the spell be open-eyed.
This is still powerful magic. But its power doesn’t have to come from secrecy. It can come from clarity — from the choice to touch power and not turn it into a weapon.
And Still — It Waits
The stave waits in the old books. It doesn’t care who uses it, or why. It will still work. And it will still ask nothing of you, except everything.
