#Wayward Witch

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I tried clip studio paint for the first time! I really liked it!

This is a oc for a story I am working on I personally think she came out quite pretty

[shadowcatgirl09]

When there isn't a place for you in the world, you simply have to carve one out for yourself.

[jvzebel-x]

"Not all monsters look monstrous... sometimes they’re perfectly normal humans. Sometimes they’re so beautiful, you would never suspect."

x. "Labyrinth Lost", Zoraida Córdova

"My body is different and strange and new to me, and I have to be kind to it. I have to learn this version of myself and love her like she deserves."

x. "Bruja Born", Zoraida Córdova

"When there isn't a place for you in the world, you simply have to carve one out for yourself."

x. "Wayward Witch", Zoraida Córdova

[haveacupofjohanny]

Zoraida Córdova: A Writer of Magical Mayhem and Family & Destiny

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Zoraida Córdova is a literary powerhouse whose stories blend magical realism, Latinx culture, and the complexities of family relationships. Whether through fantastical realms or deeply personal journeys, Córdova weaves a tapestry of magic, identity, and legacy in her novels. Today, we’re spotlighting four books from her impressive catalog that showcase her talent for creating immersive worlds and…

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The witches of Macbeth (2)

Here are more incarnations or subversions of the Weird Sisters.

The Lancre coven from Discworld's "Wyrd Sisters"

The spirit of Spiderweb Forest from "Throne of Blood"

The hippies from "Scotland, PA"

The Crones of Crookback Bog, from "The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt"

The Weird Sisters of Gargoyles

The Three from the "Sandman" comics

From "Macbeth: A Tale of Horror"

The three goddesses from "Toil and Trouble"

The Bayou Sisters from "The Crimson Cage"

[tealeavesand-roses]

Status: read Rating: 5/5 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

I am a Weyward, and wild inside.

Simply in awe. Weyward by Emilia Hart has stolen my heart and is easily my favorite read of the year. Weyward is a beautiful historical fiction tale with themes of witchcraft, nature, womanhood, and gothic horror, this story delves into the lives of three women throughout scattered periods of time. Altha's story takes place in 1619, Violet's takes place in 1942, and Kate's takes place in 2019. Each woman's story is as captivating as the next.

As I was finishing Violet's chapter regarding her mother and her family's history, I began to tear up, I flipped the page to the next chapter and I stumbled upon a beautiful white feather. I began to sob. My boyfriend had gotten me this book from a second-hand online shop and the previous owner must have left it in there. I felt like the feather was fantastically symbolic of what I was feeling and I felt so connected in that moment to myself, to nature, and spiritually to those in my life who have passed.

Could not recommend this book enough 🪶🌿🪲🐦‍⬛

[waywardsunlight]

The Lyns

[witchbydaywitchbynight]

I'll be honest, it's been a minute

I have not done anything remotely spirital for over 6 months, and honestly it's starting to make me quite sad. Because my faith used to make me really happy. My quest for knowledge out the spiritual, supernatural and the mythical of our world made me feel whole.

But...I haven't been able to do any of that. I still live my family and my father is a Christain, and my mother is nosy. I cannot take comfort in my faith knowing my family are always lurking around the corner whenever I do

And I think about it all the time. I want to practice I don't want my faith to just be mental and theoretical I want to be able to DO things but I cannot and it bothers me.

I just don't know what to do about it because I do not want my parents involved but i can't do it without them being involved.

It's so frustrating. I can easily do research and prayer and all that. But it's just not how I want my practice to be.

I miss my faith...I miss my practice...it makes me sad

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

In a flash, June and Randall were upon the vampire, pining her wrists to the ground as she writhed and screeched and kicked, refusing to go down easily. However, the mortals' adrenaline, combined with Emily's own vampiric strength and determination, overrode her efforts to get free, her soulless eyes widening as Wilhelm rushed over, stake and hammer in hand.

Holding the stake right over the heart, Wilhelm was about raise the hammer and bring it down, but he had a moment of hesitation-not because he felt any sort of guilt or pity for this monster who had so brazenly come after his family...

...but because he felt like the wrong person to do the staking.

"Here, lass," he said firmly, holding the hammer out to Emily as he held the stake for her, keeping it hovering above Constance's heart. Considering all that this woman-this creature of the night-had done to Emily, the absolute hell she'd put her through for centuries, it seemed only fair that she be the one to put Constance down for good.

"You...you do the honors."

[waywardsou2]

My maths teacher just told me I looked like an old Italian grandma that looked like she was part of a biker gang. He said I looked like I was about to put a curse on a family for cheating them in a game of cards. He said he liked my outfit but I don't know whether to laugh or cry. 🤣🤣🤣

I mean I am a witch so he isn't wrong but like. I've never been called out

[illustrationsbychristina]

💛 The Home for Wayward OCs: Lupe (part 2) 💛

Apparently you can’t add videos to reblogs? So here’s the timelapse for Lupe!

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Even more creatures!?

[mimiwinchester]

nina dobrev as emily labonair “ the girl who lost her parents. ”

Emily is a supernatural hunter and the main female character in the book. She, along with her twin sister Elena, were raised by their adoptive father, Bobby, after their biological parents died from a hellhound attack. Growing up a life without her parents, Emily wanted to learn more about her family history and sets off on her own to find answers. Reuniting with her childhood friends, Sam and Dean Winchester, she joins them to try and find their father, John, who mysteriously disappeared on a case while searching for answers about Emily's family heritage. In seasons 1-2, Emily was first introduced as an ordinary human who lost her parents at a young age, but throughout season 3, she discovers that she is a witch, which she inherited from her deceased mother and learns to control her powers taught by the demon Ruby before she met another witch, her mentor and close friend, Rowena. During season 5, she also finds out that she is the true vessel of the archangel Josette, but learns to share a body with her former enemy. Throughout the book series, she starts a romantic relationship with Sam and had two children, Hope and Dean II after his uncle and Sam's older brother.

[theskyehealers]

Helena found a rare moment, all to herself. With the arrival of Alynne and Jezyk, the birth of Ula along the way, and returning to Hillside, she had welcomed Arendt to stay on longer, with his mysterious companion Maris, her younger girls, and returning to the responsibilities of caring for the people, she had barely a breath to herself. Thankfully Ulrich had proven a worthy partner, where he had also begun to take on some of the queries of the people. As the sun had begun its descent, and the summer winds breezed through, she took her collecting basket with her, and went out to the Old Gardens. The original plot of land, a slightly neglected and overgrown garden with a more than vibrant pond, remained almost the same. She remembered exactly why she had chosen this spot. it was serene with only the sounds of the chirping birds returning home from their day's journey. Seating herself atop a fallen log, in the overgrown grass, she looked out at the pond, and thought of her sisters. Lorna had been the first, and they had found each other just by sheer luck. She was named Pink Dust then and Pink had never failed in becoming the exact woman she was meant to be, fearless and forward. Juliette had found her way far from the forests of Thrakir, wounded in more ways than one, limping, but defiant, and unyielding in her loyalty. Exene had also found her way from Thrakir, a girl then displaying abilities like no other, a healer still, taught to show shame for her telekinesis, until tragedy struck, and life began anew. Helena squeezed her hands around a few of the flowers she had plucked. Absent hands remembered an old skill, weaving together wreaths and flower crowns. When she had run, as fast as her legs could have carried her, she hid her healing abilities, and learned to weave flower crowns and wreaths, earning the trust of other vendors, and eventually a bowl of stew. And then another, until the Potter family had aided her. Helena sighed heavily at the fading memory. She had bonded with their youngest daughter, and had secretly begun to teach her the healing arts. Collecting plants here and there and showing her how to dry and wrap them for later use. The Potters thought less of her, shunning her when they caught little Aurelia mimicking Helena, trying to 'cure' one of her porcelain dolls with the healing herbs Helena had helped her collect. Aurelia and Helena were forbidden to see one another after, and eventually Helena found herself at the garden by the pond, and they continued to write, in secret. They saw each other infrequently, until the last missive was received, from Pa Potter himself. He explained his daughter had gone mad, all because of her. She had become fanatical with the herbs Helena had taught her, berating the family that she was not like them, and had run away. The Potters vehemently told her to keep clear of their family, and Helena obliged, never reaching out again. She still listened to the winds, hoping she could learn of her whereabouts, hoping she was thriving, somewhere far, somewhere safe.

Stabbing her collecting stick in the dry earth, she found a few rare tubers, and cleaned them off with her hands, looking them over, and whispered. "Trinity." Trinity had been a discovery of Pink's, the two girls had found each other through the skin trade. She shared a similar history with Pink, their families both renowned and storied and having abandoned their natural talents for something completely different. Pink had tried to spare Trinity, even under the scaled thumb of Jormun. Trinity survived that life, and when all was said and done, she had come to Hillside, to recuperate. She displayed mystical abilities much like Exene and Pink's, but stronger, under the finest control she had ever seen, but worried for her nonetheless. Life had parted them all, scattering them with the winds. It was the winds that would carry back whispers of the toe-headed psychokinetic. That she had been bested, and was one with the stars again. Helena never forgot either of her fallen sisters, and how much guilt she felt for failing them, for not being able to protect them. Rising to her feet, she pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head, picked up her half-empty collecting basket and returned home. "In the stars...I hope you are safe my sisters..." Helena whispered. Not knowing that the stars themselves had set a new path for these wayward witches.

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And to top it all off, various other incarnations of my favorite midnight-hags:

[thewaywardhealers]

"When are you leaving already?" Lorna asked annoyingly, "You have been here almost as long as I have been..." Juliette sighed, "We will be leaving as soon as we see fit, the seasons are changing, and it may seem, our paths are...shifting as well. Why are you so impatient all of a sudden?" Lorna huffed and brushed off Juliette's words, "Are you done looking at my stomach and shoulder?" Nodding slowly, she covered Lorna's well-healing wounds up, wrapping them, "I want to make sure I send word along to Helena about your care." "Right, because I will not be able to speak about my own care." Lorna shot back. Undeterred, Juliette pulled Lorna's bodice back down and cleaned her hands off, "I would not put it past you to lie, just so you can get to riding that beast of yours again." Lorna chuckled, "Jealous?" Juliette would normally not engage, but tossing a pillow at Lorna as she made to leave, she shot back. "Not in the least." and smirked. "I know I have been complaining, but with Exene gone now...it is still good to see you. Make sure Helena names her next baby after me, ya?" Scoffing, Lorna caught the pillow, "I am the one returning to Hillside, any baby she has next will be named after me." and shared a laugh. She was barely limping now, and took herself for a walk, arms folded close, while The Tree People admired one of their heroes. Injured while protecting them, Lorna did her best to steer clear and put on a gracious smile when they offered her food or even to keep her company. Sweet Murdock had decided to keep her company as she walked. She chuckled when she first met him, a boy, barely coming into his own, attempting to prove himself. He was a gangly boy, but his heart was true, and his bumbled interest had fallen on Lorna. She humored the boy, and when he found her, she slipped her arm through his and walked with him, watching his cheeks change color. He reminded her of the many boys who had found themselves at The Beachside Castle, shy but driven to experience the touch of a real woman. She had always shown them care, and was gentle, encouraging even. She had disavowed herself from that life, but he brought back many memories. There were so many girls that she worked alongside, so many faces that now blurred, yet a few did remain.

She often thought of Trinity. She was flaxen-haired, no more than a girl, much like herself when she found herself at the Castle. Trinity was a fair-haired beauty, one she had suggested to Jormun when he had taken her along on one of their excursions. She had spotted her, grimy but her pale green eyes caught her attention ultimately. With some encouragement, Jormun had bought her 'freedom', and she became one of his harem. They became close, and once enough trust was won, Pink and Trinity shared their own healing traits. Both from prominent families of the healing arts. On a late night, Pink stepped outside and walked along the silt-like black sands, arms folded and smelling the seas, grateful for the chance to be outside and out of the grip of Jormun's scaly and possessive hands, she found Trinity, triumphantly wielding a kind of magic she had never seen before. It took time, but eventually Pink shared with Trinity her own magic. And it bound the two of them together. Trinity stayed as long as Pink did, but when the time came for a change in leadership at The Beachside Castle and Pink had had enough, death was welcomed into the castle. And Trinity, now was set free. She would have stayed, but the chance at a life of freedom called her further and further away, until in the dead of night, she departed, not a word said, but only her magic to protect her. Pink's life continued, transfigured as well, where only memories remained of a fiery redhead and a spellbinding green-eyed blonde who lived once in The Beachside Castle.