#I feel there was quite a bit of improvement between this magma drawing and the last one so hooray!

[lurking-loaf]

The board I drew on during this weekend's @daycarefriendpickup Magma had some frog themed art already in-progress, so I continued the trend with Sun holding a Froggy Chair.

Bonus rough sketch from Saturday (technically Sunday) when I stopped drawing for the night.

[ten-thousand-paper-wasps]

It wasn't the sex, not exactly. Sex for Nells was entirely casual, it hardly meant anything, harmless fun. It was easy.

Morrin wasn't easy, in any sense of the word. She was caustic, irritable and derisive and she made sure he knew exactly how much he displeased her.

He loved her, the way one might love a particularly ruinous cat, or an especially difficult grandmother. She was his darling, furious counterpart.

She carried him home in her arms. He trusted her with his back in a fight, with his life. There were no secrets he would hide from her.

But evidently, the feeling wasn't mutual.

"Make it good for me, pet," she commanded, like a god to its acolytes.

And Nells, in her thrall, fell to worship.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

On the third day, he came awake to the sound of muffled sobbing. Zakurr loomed over him, eyes screwed shut, kneeling in a desperate prayer. Falk sat at his side, their hand on Nells' heart and eyes glowing with power.

The crying had to be Morrin, then.

He reached for their hands. He was okay. He was home.

He was also exceptionally tender, which was absolutely not improved by being crushed by an anxious orc and his massive, beautiful biceps. Oh, how he's missed Zakurr.

When Falk ends the spell and their eyes return to normal, Nells sits up. "Where's Morrin?"

"She went to bed," Falk tells him. "Been a long couple of days, needed some time to herself. You know how she gets."

"Was up all night again, too," Zakurr added. "She's been in a right state since she brought you back."

Falk shoots a glare at Zakurr. "She just needs space," they said. "Nothing wrong with a girl taking time to sort her feelings. Was both of you covered in blood when you got in, of course she's been worried."

"But so have we, dearest," Zakurr rumbles. Worried for both of you, we were. I thought...Nells, I thought I was going to lose you. You wouldn't wake up."

"I'm okay, really," he reassures them. "What about--"

"She told us what happened. It's far from my place to say, mind, but I suspect she's feeling a bit conflicted."

Falk glares at Zakurr again, and Nells resolves to talk to Morrin immediately.

His stomach gurgles. Immediately after breakfast.

"I made soup," says his beautiful, magnificent orc. Nells thinks, for the thirtieth time in a week, that he's in love.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Once they're on the road again, Nells asks her. "Morrin, can we talk?"

"I don't especially want to talk with you, Nells, pleased though I am that you're alive."

"See, I weren't really asking, dearest, I do very much need to speak with you." Owlsby chose that moment to skitter up his body to perch on his shoulder, clicking his mandibles together.

"Seems to be a theme for you," she spits, "asking without asking."

He's taken aback by the accusation behind the words. He'd asked her, absolutely. Made damn sure of it, he had. "I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, don't beg, my pretty pet, not when your mouth can be better put to use. You can call it a duty, if you like."

Falk, just ahead, whipped around. "Morrin, that was uncalled for."

"Perhaps we can all discuss this more constructively?" Zakurr suggested. "If we’re to be together for as long as we will, I'd like no resentment among us."

"Morrin?" he tries again, "Did I dishonor you?" He almost fears the answer.

"It was a duty," she eventually says. "When you have a duty, there is no want or fear, only that it must be done."

"Morrin," he whispers, horrified, "have I sinned against you?"

"It was a duty," she repeats. "I would have done it regardless. It matters not if one wants it, one simply does it."

"I'm not asking about your thrice-damned duty, you stubborn, half-spent candlestick, I'm asking--"

"You did me no dishonor, Nells, but by the flames, I wasn't ready! I needed tenderness! You fucked me, you sputtering ball of wax, you fucked me and I loved it! I loved every minute, even though it meant nothing! It meant nothing, Nells, and that is your dishonor, not that you did it in the first place!"

Morrin had tears in her eyes again, but so did he. Merciful fires of birthing, ash on the hearth, smoke on the wind. He was stupid. He was so, so stupid.

They spend the rest of the afternoon in uneasy silence.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

After dinner, which is a stew made with the rabbits Falk caught earlier in the day, Nells feels ready to try again. He did wrong by her, and he must apologize.

"Morrin? May I speak with you?"

It's another long pause before she answers. "Aye."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I pushed you, I'm sorry that I didn't consider your feelings. I'm sorry for hurting you the way I did."

She takes a ragged breath, refusing to look at him. Falk's eyes are on them, watchful and wary.

"I'm not upset that you fucked me," she said. "I'm upset with myself. It was just something I had to do, you know? A duty. I can put my feelings away for duty. It doesn't count, not if it's duty. I could do it again, if I had to."

"Look, if we fuck, we fuck. If we don't, we don't. I don't want that from you, not if you don't want it. I don't want it if it's duty."

"Nells, the plan was--"

"Ash on the hearth, damn the plan! I can't do that to you again! Next time, you overinflated gust of wind, we just fight our way out."

Morrin snorted, and he thought he saw the ghost of a smile. "A castle that big? Maybe if you brought your newest husband with you. I'm not sure I have the strength to do it, myself."

"Come now," he laughs, "Zakurr couldn't pull off that level of deception, you've seen how huge he is."

"If he were much bigger, he'd break you in half," she says, a genuine grin on her face.

They were going to be okay. Coals on the sands, they were going to be okay.

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

They don't touch anymore after that.

They love eachother the way they always have, but the easiness is gone, a brittle anxiety in its place. If they lean together, they jump apart. They stop hugging. Cuddling. Even sparring together has become too much touch to tolerate.

Zakurr was worried. Falk was agitated. Morrin was skittish. Nells was just lonely and a little lost, yearning for the touch of his vicious paladin. All the molten magma of creation, what he'd give to only hold her hand again!

After three weeks of forced distance, he broke. "Morrin, I can't do this any longer."

She only looked at him, quiet as she's always been, lately.

"This has to stop," Nells insists. "I hurt you, I did harm to your person. You are within your rights to be cross with me. But this, Morrin, this silence, this distance between us, it cannot go on! Carve your price from my back if you will, only be at my side again. Be my shield, my sensibility."

"Are you truly so lost, Nells?" Her voice is rough with disuse.

"Morrin, please, let us end this--"

"Spar with me."

"You want to spar?" he asks, hopeful.

"Dearest," says Zakurr, "are you quite sure this is wise?"

"It's what he needs," she grinds out. She draws her monstrous greataxe and steps toward him, and Nells mirrors her pose with a staff.

"Then you can do it elsewhere, away from my cooking," Zakurr commands. "I'll not have you knocking over dinner in a fit, either of you."

Falk says nothing, absorbed in his stew.

.

Her first strike is fast and brutal, and it's all he can do to keep out of her reach. Her beast of an axe is heavy, sharp, and unforgiving. If this is what she carries every day, it is little wonder she's so strong.

He snaps out of his thoughts as the branch he's perched on snaps in two, crushed by the metal of her weapon. He jumps up, up, out of her reach and she rages on the ground below him.

Morrin is too upset to spar safely. She's out to carve her price from his back, as he'd well offered. Sputtering candlesticks.

He comes in low, moving just slowly enough to get her close, then speeds back up to make her chase him. If she lands a blow like this, he may not survive the night.

He doesn't want to think about the idea that she's planning for it.

His staff strikes her behind the knees, on the shoulder, on the wrist, and she cries out but she does not drop her weapon. She swings again and catches his thigh with the flat of the blade.

Nells grunts in pain and drops. She didn't cut him, but that was going to leave a hell of a bruise later. He leaps back up as she swings the axe again, wincing.

The fight goes on, and on, and on. Nells and Morrin roll, twist, dance around eachother, remembering the shape of their bodies against one another.

After nearly two hours of constant, vicious combat, they stop, too tired to continue. They sit and rest, back to back, and Nells tries to burn the feeling into his memory, the weight of skin on skin.

"I'm sorry," she says, surprising him. "I went too hard." If you were any slower, I might have killed you, she doesn't say, but he hears it anyway.

"I probably had it coming," he tells her, rather than admit his panic. "Are we okay?"

She takes his hand. "I think we're okay," she says, and then she looks at him with such focus, like he's the most captivating thing she's ever seen. "Nells, back in the castle, you--"

"Upon my honor, darling Morrin, I shall never besmirch you in such a way again--"

"When you kissed me, there was, I don't know, it was a feeling, and maybe I'm being sentimental, but--"

"Morrin, I swear it, you're safe with me, let me hold you." And he pulls her to him in a soft, but solid embrace, burying his face in her mane of hair.

When he finally pulls back, she's still looking at him with those beautiful brown eyes. "Nells, it is terribly improper of me to ask this of you, but I need you to kiss me again."

Candlesticks, he really wasn't expecting that. "Er, what?"

"I've been feeling a lot of things, and I need to figure them out. This is the easiest way to do it. Kiss me, please."

"Morrin, are you feeling alright? Do you have a fever? I can fetch Zakurr, just a moment--"

"Please," she whispered. "If only once, but you must, I beg of you."

This was officially the most confusing day of his life. "Alright, dearest," he said, and he kissed her.

It was long and slow and gentle, the most tender he knew how to give. He ran a hand up her back, feeling the way their mouths fit together. Her eyes were closed. He held her more closely to him, the hand on her back pressing in, and then,

She grips his shirt in a fist and opens her mouth to him, tongues pressing together, fighting, dancing. She's taking control, forcefully, and he's letting her.

When they finally break apart, she's blushing like mad. "Did you figure things out?" he asks.

"I did," she sputters. "I figured out that you're a damnably good kisser, but I'm not in love with you, and as enjoyable as it was, I don't think I want to fuck you again." She pauses a moment. "Are we okay?"

"Yeah," Nells chuckles. "We're okay.

[sinfuldclights]

I’d like for everyone to meet Maribelle Watts

Name: Maribelle Watts 

Alias: Maribelle 

Age: 18 at time of death

Cause of Death: Drowning

Year of Death: 2020

Likes: Reading, Writing, Poetry, Songs, The Moon, Urban Exploring, Water, and making Origami.

Dislikes: The Sun, The Heat, Lava, Her powers, Hell, Loud Scenes, Modern Music, and Dancing.

Abilities: Not quite pyrokinesis, Mari can manipulate lava and magma. She can secrete it from her hands, as well as manipulate existing lava and magma.

Appearance: Maribelle is rather short for a demon, standing at 5′0 even. She has red skin, even out of demon form. In her more human like form, she has brown hair tinged with red. She has big red eyes, as well as thick eyebrows. She has a rather petite figure, and her arms and legs are wrapped with bandages. She looks younger than she is, having a presence that makes her seem smaller than she actually is too. In her more demonic form, she has goat like horns and her teeth sharpen into fangs. Her hands become claws, and her ears become pointed. Her feet appear almost reptilian, bringing in mind a dragon. When using her powers, her eyes glow yellow.

Personality:

**Protective** : Maribelle is a person who protects what she loves, and who she loves. She gets a sort of big sister instinct to anyone younger than her and who comes needing help. She’s also protective over her friends, wanting to stand between them and whatever might harm them. She is willing to take all the suffering in the world if it means her loved ones are safe. She will fight for her loved ones too, fuck with them you fuck with him.

**Compassionate** : Maribelle is an incredibly compassionate person. She shows sympathy and concern for others, and is always willing to help someone out. Most of the time she sees the wrong in the world and tries to fix it the best she can, she sees others plights and feels them in her soul, she will go above and beyond for others. She’s highly empathic, and doesn’t like to let others go without helping her the best she can. She feels others pain, and doesn’t want people to experience it.

**Logical** : Despite her emotional temper, Maribelle goes about making decisions in a logical way. She’s one of the more mature people in Hell, she always thinks and asks the why and how behind something. She thinks things through not with her heart but with her head, even if her head might be relentless sometimes. She’ll think about options and weigh them all carefully before going about her move in a normal, rational state of mind. I.E whenever her temper isn’t flared.

**Slightly Gullible** : Maribelle has issues with believing every sob story ever told. It’s part of her bleeding heart. She can get manipulated if someone is consistent enough and plays to her heartstrings. Maribelle isn’t someone who will believe gullible is written on the ceiling, but she’s not impossible to get to believe something that’s false if you keep it up.

**Self Image Issues** : Maribelle has a fair amount of self image issues. Maribelle doesn’t actively hate her appearance, but she does look in the mirror and longs for a few different features. Maribelle doesn’t like to talk about her body or show a lot of skin, and her hair is a whole different thing entirely. Self improvement is at the forefront of her mind.

**Intelligent** : Maribelle is very intelligent. She consistently makes good grades and is very thoughtful about what to do. She knows a lot about a lot, and is a polymath. She has a thirst for knowledge, and seeks to fill it. Not to mention her common sense, but plays into a whole different aspect of her intelligence. She can figure her way out of a situation pretty well, and is resourceful to boot. She’s consistently someone people think of when they think ‘smart person’. She actively likes to study, so she’s pretty studious.

**Philosophical** : Maribelle tends to get on her soapbox a little with her beliefs. She thinks about the state of the world, and the universe at large. She draws conclusions based on deep introspective thought that she puts a lot of effort into.

**Sensitive** : Maribelle is fairly sensitive when things come down to it. She’s easily offended, and is a champion for other people who she gets offended for on their behalf’s. Her emotions can be triggered by a hair, and can go from perfectly fine to punching someone in an instant. Speaking of which…

**Short Tempered**: Perhaps one of Maribelle’s defining traits, she’s very short tempered. Quick to explode, quick to get annoyed, she will be yelling and throwing punches in no time flat. She generally abhors violence, but at the same time sees it as a means to ends, making her quite the hypocrite. She can go off the rails fairly easily. She’s down to fight anyone, anywhere, for any reason. She’s someone who shouldn’t be crossed when mad. Her temper can be explosive, and she has a habit of doing things she regrets in this stage. She’ll snap back at people teasing her, she’s not uwu baby. To be fair, it’s usually a righteous anger. **usually**.

**Analytical** : Maribelle analyzes challenges and situations very thoroughly. She has a million different calculations running at once when she’s in a new environment, and the first thing she’s doing is sizing up the place. She tends to analyze things before going through with something, and she doesn’t accept things at first glance. She’s always looking for the second level that’s hidden. Even though she’s relatively optimistic and trusting, she’s still skeptical and needs her analytical side satisfied.

**Moral** : Maribelle has an extremely strong moral compass. It’s one of the few things about her she rarely compromises, although she does compromise on her beliefs occasionally. She generally believes that people are good, but bad things happen. She sees things in a bit of a black and white way, there’s wrong and there’s right. She doesn’t like dealing in the muddy middle. Maribelle follows her own beliefs, even if it gets her beat up or hurt. She does the right thing, and always seeks to do the right thing, except in very rare scenarios.

**Defensive** : Maribelle’s naturally very defensive. She always has something to back up her point. This makes her highly argumentative, and she doesn’t like to be proven wrong or challenged on her beliefs, she’s very stubborn.

**Imaginative** : Imaginative, Maribelle has a big mind that can come up with concepts creatively. She has a big imagination, and can dream up schemes and ways to make things happen on the right side of morality. She also doesn’t like to confine her thinking into a box, and she likes to imagine the wilder things in life.

**Persuasive** : She is naturally very persuasive. She can get others to believe what she wants them to believe and she can move a crowd to do what she needs them to do. She often uses this in speeches, but she’ll occasionally use it to serve her own purposes.

**Germaphobe** : Fuck outta here with those germs, miss her with that dirty shit.

History:

Maribelle was born to a wonderful and loving family. An only child, she was doted upon and given everything she could ever want. However, Maribelle was an oddball who preferred hanging around the water, and if she had to be around people, it would be adults. She did quite well in school, making a few friends here or there on various swim teams she would join. In elementary school, she wanted to be a Marine Biologist, combining her love for animals with her love for the sea. She has since kept that dream, although it is rather moot in hell. As they lived on the coast, Maribelle spent most of her time down by the ocean. She was never really heavily bullied, more like ignored would be a better word choice. She was the kid who would sit in the teachers room for lunch and hang out in the library during recess. Yep, she’s a nerd.

As she grew older, Maribelle gained an interest in other things besides the water, although it would always be her first love. She developed a fondness for words, words she couldn’t speak but could write. She loved writing beautiful words by moonlight, rocking in a hammock while the waves crashed in the distance. She began to take up urban exploring, she enjoys the feeling of discovering something new in an old building, and her curiosity was limitless. She loved the sea, and all of her hobbies. Sure she didn’t have a lot of friends, but she found comfort in her pleasures.

Unfortunately, this is how she died.

One day while Urban Exploring, she came across a book. A rather strange book, but a book nonetheless. Curious, Maribelle picked it up and read it. it was all in Latin. Deciding to take the book with her down to the beach, Mari sat on the dock and read. However, something compelled her to read aloud from the book.

So she did.

Now I know you are all shaking your heads going how stupid is this bitch, and let me just say, she’s a dumbass your honor.

Long story short, called forth a demon. She didn’t have any offerings with her, so the demon decided to take the only thing it could take from her to account for the troubles the demon had endured while being summoned.

The demon took her life.

She was left drowning, and despite being such a strong swimmer, she was no match for a demonic force that was pulling her under, under, and under.

Trivia:

-She does not like vegetables, preferring sweets.

  -She’s salty that her new form doesn’t allow her to be near water for extended periods of time, she loved the water and would often play with it.

  -Her main sin is wrath.

  -If she were to be recruited to the Hazbin Hotel, if she was not a guest, she would most likely go into marketing for the Hotel, such as managing accounts or not.

  -Her current occupation is a sales clerk at a store that gets frequently robbed. She’s used to people holding guns in her face.

  -Has a fondness for animals, they don’t like her.

  -Hasn’t tried the alcohol down in hell, wants to. But no one will serve even her.

-Maribelle is a mommas girl.

  -Aroace

-Doesn’t like dancing due to the fact that she is very clumsy.

  -Not a pushover, don’t test her.

[tipsycad147]

5 Annoying Problems That Magic Won't Fix For You

Avery Hart

Magic is an amazing tool to use when creating your ideal life. There’s something uniquely powerful about being able to reach down inside of yourself and pull out the exact energy that you need to change circumstances in your life to match what you really want for yourself. This is exactly what magic is for!

That said, magic isn’t a cure-all.

I see it all the time. People ignore the mundane solutions to their problems in favour of magic and then nothing ever gets fixed! Instead of talking to their partner about an issue they whip out a spell. Instead of figuring out how to budget properly or asking for that raise they cast a spell. Instead of actually addressing the problems in their life like an adult, they try to magic it away like it was never there. This doesn’t usually work!

Magic is wonderful and can do so many amazing things for your life but think about it, if you’re not willing to put in even a little bit of work to get your life back on track what message are you really sending yourself and the universe? Probably that you don’t actually care about getting it fixed! Whether or not this is true, backing up your magic with real-world actions solidifies your intent and streamlines your energy so that you can manifest the changes you want as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Here are a few things that you should never, ever rely solely on magic to solve for you.

5 Problems Magic Won’t Fix

1. Debt

I know, it would be flat out amazing if we could just make debts disappear with a snap of our fingers. Unfortunately, that just isn’t the reality we live in. Debt is a very complicated energetic process involving you, another person or business, money, and very likely a whole lot of guilt or shame. There’s not enough magic in the world to untangle that energetic mess with witchcraft alone. You can use magic to improve your flow of money but it’s up to you to make the responsible decisions necessary to get rid of the debt once you do get that money. That number isn’t going to go down any other way.

One thing I would suggest for anyone who has chronic financial struggles is to take a look at the beliefs and energy that you hold in relation to money. Do you think money is bad? Do you think you deserve money? Do you think rich people are evil, greedy assholes? If you’re holding any subconscious negative beliefs about money your mind won’t allow you to become more abundant! You need to dig through those beliefs, clear your resistance to having money, and utilise magic to help align your energy with that of financial wellbeing AFTER you’ve cleared up the blockages that are preventing you from making sounds financial decisions.

2. Mental illness

I know I’ve talked about this before but it’s so, so important for us to be real about the limitations of magic in this realm. Magic will NOT cure you of depression, anxiety, psychosis, personality disorders, or any other form of mental illness. The reason for this is very simple. If your mind is what you’re using to direct energy, and your mind is currently ill, how is it that you’re supposed to call up the energy of mental health? Your mind won’t even be able to conceptualise what that energy might feel like and if you can’t imagine or feel something you can’t direct energy toward it properly. It is paramount that you get the right kind of help in recovering from your illness instead of trying to just cover it up and ignore it with magic.

That said, there’s another very prevalent myth that we need to address when it comes to mental illness and magic. You may have heard it thrown around that mentally ill people shouldn’t practice magic, or that people with personality disorders can’t be witches, or that you should avoid doing magic when you’re depressed. This is flat out false. Not only is it false but it shows a deep lack of understanding about the kind of impact religion and spirituality can have on recovery from mental disorders. Practising magic or being a pagan is no different than someone turning to Christianity during times where they’re mentally unwell. This can be a very healthy and very beneficial way to support your recovery efforts.

No, your illness will not attract spirits. No, your magic will not be ineffective because of your illness. No, you do not have to wait until you’re in a state of perfect mental health to practice magic (I mean really, who are these people with perfect mental health? They don’t exist!) You may have symptoms that can easily be mistaken for magical happenings but in these instances, magic can actually help you differentiate between reality and non-reality. Not sure if the “spirit” you’re seeing is real or a hallucination? Banish that sucker, if it sticks around it’s not real. You might even find that the act of banishing your hallucinations causes the hallucination to end. You may also find that if you’re struggling with depression finding the energy for magic is quite difficult. This is ok! It’s alright to draw energy from an outside source or even take a break for a little while if you practising magic seems like too much for you. The main thing that matters is that you’re doing what feels right for you in your practice.

3. Chronic health problems

Magic isn’t going to get rid of your cancer, autoimmune disease, chronic pain, or other major health problems. As with mental illness, you can use magic to support your treatment efforts and I would definitely encourage you to do so but you should never replace proper medical care with magic wholesale. You deserve to have the best chance of overcoming your illness or at least finding a way to exist as comfortably as possible within your circumstances and if you’re cutting out all treatment avenues and just relying on magic you are robbing yourself of so many opportunities to find the right treatment plan for you.

4. Romantic troubles

Yes, love magic is a thing and yes it does work. No, it won’t solve every romantic woe you have. In fact, the vast majority of love magic will probably give you a bigger romantic headache than you know what to do with. I cannot tell you how many people come to me wanting a spell to get their ex back, stop their partner from cheating, or force someone to fall in love with them. Let me just say, every one of these ideas is decidedly horrible!

Forcing someone into an emotional state that isn’t natural to them will backfire. Even if the spell works, you will be left with a person whose negative feelings and perceptions are thinly veiled under the surface of their conscious mind and this will not end well.

I’m sure you all know what happens when you try to bottle up your emotions, you might be successful for a little while but eventually, the pressure becomes too great and all of the emotions you’ve been trying to repress come spewing out like a volcano of hot, painful, emotional lava all over you and anyone you may have had feelings about at any point during this bottling attempt. And that’s what happens when you do that to YOURSELF. Imagine how much worse it is when you try to do it to someone else. Not only will you inevitably end up with the same fiery explosion of emotional magma but it’ll be mixed with a whole lot of rage at you for putting them in this state in the first place. And trust me, even if they don’t consciously know it was you, subconsciously, they know.

Save yourself the massive headache and work out your romantic troubles the old fashioned way: with an adult conversation. And if your problem can’t be fixed with a conversation? They aren’t right for you to begin with! It’s impossible for someone to be the right partner for you if they don’t want to be your partner! That quality alone knocks them out of the pool of prospects immediately. Give up on them, move on, love your own damn self and go find someone who’s really, actually excited to be your partner.

5. Abuse/harassment

This one is hard to talk about. People in situations where abuse or harassment are a problem often feel powerless to change their situation and often magic may seem like the only recourse they have. I get this, trust me, I do. And I am not telling you that magic can’t help you in these situations. Binding spells, protection spells, and hexes can definitely help you survive the situation but you very likely cannot solve the situation long term with magic. Seeking out help through the proper channels, getting yourself a solid backup plan and support system, and finding a way out of your situation can take time but it IS possible and you should use every resource at your disposal to get out.

If you’re hoping to change your abuser with magic, stop. It’s not going to work. I don’t care how much you love your abuser. If he hits you, or she constantly berates you, or they make you feel afraid for your wellbeing, they do not deserve your love. You will not be able to change this behaviour with magic. Again, as I said above you can only bottle up someone else's emotions for so long before the seal breaks and all of that pent-up abuse comes pouring out. Long-term change for this person will require them to take responsibility for themselves and seek out professional counselings and help. And it is not your responsibility to make them do this! You have to keep yourself safe first so getting out of the abuse situation should always be your first priority.

Magic can help you overcome anything in your life but there are some situations when you shouldn’t rely on magic alone to create the life you want. This may be inconvenient or not what you want to hear but it’s the truth. As witches, we’re here to take back control of our lives and magic is an amazing tool in this pursuit but it’s not the ONLY tool. If you’re ignoring mundane avenues to getting what you want in favour of just using magic, you’re not using witchcraft to create the life you want, you’re using it to avoid doing the work and taking responsibility for your reality. You can have anything you want in this world! And magic can help you get it but only if you’re really willing to put in a little effort and prove to yourself that you actually want what you’re trying to create in your life.

So go out, do your magic, and use absolutely every tool at your disposal to create the life of your dreams. You deserve it.

https://thetravelingwitch.com/blog/2018/8/26/5-annoying-problems-that-magic-wont-fix-for-you