#Witch Musings;;

[fatestouch]

Morgan and Azrael are going for a contrast in their outfits--Morgan wanted to wear darker colors for once, and Azrael wanted to contrast with something brighter

and Morgan's got this crown for her hair...

...and Azzy has his hair braided like this!

[moonlight-prose]

maybe it's my period, maybe it's maybelline. but old man logan would eat pussy from the back like it's a fucking reward, after he's finished filling it so much you're leaking.

[aparticularbandit]

So.

It's very clear that Agatha got the Darkhold around the time that Nicholas disappeared (or whatever happened with him) - and that this is something that people know in witch circles.

Agatha also was very clear with Wanda that she wanted to learn how Wanda was doing what she was doing - and I think this is less about the Westview spell and more about bringing Vision back.

I'm sticking with my theory that Agatha went down the Road for the Darkhold to try and get Nicholas back, that the Darkhold did not give her the ability to bring him back the way she wanted, and that she chased Wanda down for that same reason.

Which gives a really nice parallel between Agatha and what Wanda did in DSMOM. (Not the same. But similar enough.)

And we've already got those parallels anyway in terms of Wanda trying to steal the power from someone inexperienced so that she can get what she wants.

It's just strengthening that.

[thesensteawitch]

IF YOU WERE A MUSE TO A POET 🍁💌

~This Is What They Would Tell You!

Pick A Pile Reading

(Left To Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

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Pile 1

You have so many sides to you, and yet you hold space for more. I am directionless. Where should I lead this poem about you? Or where are you leading me? There’s so much to you that I want to express, but I fear I’ll end up looking like a fool. You’re like the universe—mesmerizing, intriguing, and frightening, with layers and layers of mysteries. You are divine to me. Being a poet feels like a boon when I look at you. Only fated souls get to write about someone so infinitely charming. I sense the never-ending wisdom you hold. I’d forever be your devotee if you’d let me drink just one drop of what keeps you glowing like you do. You’re sharp, kind, wild, and a dream that only slips away. Where are you looking? What inspiration do you need? Come on! You walk to your own rhythm, your shadows delightfully dancing to your beat. The sound of your steps tells me stories of places you’ve been and people you’ve met. You hold no regret, no grudge—only lessons. You think, reflect, and cry for being mistreated. But when it’s your turn, you choose to destroy the weapons that bruised you so deeply, instead of hurting others with them. The venom couldn’t kill you but made you wise. Following your footprints, I find the earth swallowing the shed skin of your old self. How can I define you when you’re constantly transforming? Every time I think I have finally known you, I find something new revealed. My hands fall short of holding your grace, my mind loses the words to portray it. As I said, you’re sharp—you’ll never let me read you. You take me to the end only to throw me into a new beginning. It’s not your fault; I understand that’s who you truly are. Sometimes, while falling asleep, I wonder who would be so lucky to fall in love with you? Or who would you fall in love with? But then again, I don’t feel you’re deprived of love, because YOU ARE love. I look at you the way others look at stars. Everyone attempts to count them at least once in their lifetime but eventually gives up, knowing it’s an attempt they will fail. But I am not tired; I am taking a break. I would like to admire you for now, knowing that maybe I too will never fully know you, but I’ll keep exploring who you are, just like scientists cannot give up on SPACE! Ah! See, I cracked something! Your lover must be someone like you—infinitely charming and holding mysteries as vast.

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Pile 2

You know what? I am mad at you! Because either you attack or you run away. See? You just revolted back. Or perhaps hid in your closet, knowing that someone knows your little secret. You’re that 22° in astrology. Kill or be killed? You’re neither a prey nor do you need to triumph over someone or something else to keep yourself safe. All I am trying to say is that you’re not meant to just survive; you’re meant to thrive. But hey, I do see your heart. The life around it has withered, and you’re surviving on memories. For how long, may I ask? You’re not a coward; you’re afraid. I heard someone say, “The one who is capable of love is capable of being saved.” At this point, all the love is leaking from the corners of your heart. Make the best use of it, or it’ll go to waste. Life isn’t at the extremes; it’s in the middle. That’s where you find your balance. That’s where you will shine bright. I see you singing to yourself, making stories in your heart but never writing them down for the world to taste. You don’t need to say ‘NO’ to something you want. Openly say what you want and to the person who can give it to you. Don’t keep whispering your wishes into the ears of God. He’s even giving you a side-eye now, haha. You’re the leader! If you don’t take the lead, you’ll never have your pack. Do you get it? Why am I even writing about you? It seems to me that you’re an artist too. You know the depths of your pain better than I do. Gosh, you need a hug! Whoever you’ve lost in this physical world doesn’t like to see those tears rolling down your cheeks. Every time you try to make sense of your emotions, you only make your heart heavier. Love keeps dripping and draining into the river of unexpressed emotions. You’re about to be granted a new life, a restart. But this won’t be handed to you until you decide and do what you’re supposed to do. The pain demands to be felt and yada yada yada! We’ve all watched *The Fault in Our Stars*. But come on, there’s an expiry date to feeling it too. I told you, you’re an extreme case. Pain won’t leave you until you leave it. YOU DESERVE THE WORLD. And I know you don’t believe it, but from where I am seeing, all your wishes are about to come true. You’re just ONE decision away. And I am here watching and waiting for you to make that move. Go where your heart is; that’s where you’re supposed to be. Don’t run away from your destiny. Remember, you’re not the same kid who froze at the point of a horrifying sight and couldn’t do anything about it. You’re grown up now. You can HEAL yourself. You’re not hopeless or helpless. You don’t even need to find your potential; it’s just there, waiting for you to see it and accept it.

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Pile 3

Excuse me, miss/mister? Do you even have time to read what I have to say? You’re too busy figuring things out. Huff! The amount of mental and physical work you do is commendable. Are you waiting for something or someone? I am not surprised to see your spiritual side. What side, huh? You’re SPIRITUAL—IN & OUT! You’re wise, extremely intuitive, and resourceful but haven’t learned how to avoid burnouts. Can something ever be hidden from you? From where I see, it seems you’re new here but not naive. You’ve completed a tough journey filled with passion, rage, excitement, and burnouts (again!). Life has been preparing you for something bigger than your destiny! You’re heavily protected from the forces that don’t want you to be where God is taking you. But we all know who’s more powerful, don’t we? I see you bumping into your past sometimes, but you quickly realize that’s not where you’re supposed to be. The price you would have to pay to return to the same place or people is quite heavy. You don’t feel comfortable in the old stories anymore. You’re grateful but not greedy to go back. I laugh at those who think they can lure you with temptations! Lol! You are ten steps ahead of them. Stay where you are. All this silence around you is a blessing. You’re about to win. You’re meant to win in this lifetime. This is not your first time around. I have seen you somewhere—not here, but in a different lifetime. You’ve lived all those lives to WIN in this one! The smoke of your burned karmas surrounds you. You’ve cleansed! You’re not in the dark; you’re rising from the ashes. I see the wings of a phoenix on your back. YOU’RE THE CREATOR OF YOUR OWN DESTINY. Evidence of your faith and intuition follows you in the forms of birds, butterflies, feathers, and angel numbers. One day, you may share your story, but you know that day is not today. God, you’re mysterious, and all those stories are tattooed on your skin in a language no one can decipher. Your presence is enough for people to turn around, pause, and reflect. You raise the temperature of the room and melt the ice away. People open up to you naturally. Everyone just wants to experience a drop of you. But you’re not easily accessible. Your magic is sacred and can’t be put on sale. You’re magic. The path you’ve walked on shines so bright. That’s how I trace your past life because you leave glitters behind.

[saucy-mesothelioma]

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[kaitlinamberxo]

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[mistysolitude]

FUCK HOOKUP CULTURE

I WANT TO BE DRAGGED TO THE WOODS BY YOUR SOFT HANDS, EMBRACED BY YOUR TOWERING ARMS AND KISSED BY YOUR SWEET LIPS AS WE ARE ENGULFED BY MIST AMONG THE DEEP DARK TREES

[fatestouch]

idea stolen from @arcxnumvitae, but man i had waaaaay too much fun making these

[blackbacchus999]

In your pursuit of greatness, do not neglect the small moments of joy and connection that give life its true richness.

- Dionysian Wisdom

***Wonderful Art by: Flavis de Vita from her comic "Bacchai".

[moonlight-prose]

I just wanna sit in Logan’s lap and admire his claws and watch him blush 😩

okay but picture this with worst!logan: the concept of body worship is not lost on a one logan howlett. he is the man who will lick and bite and tease each patch of skin to prove his love can emanate beyond mere words. he is the man who will caress the small of your back in public but sink his teeth into the stretch marks across your hips in private. body worship to him is an every time you are together deal. it's a way of life for him.

until that fateful night. you find yourself perched in his lap on the couch, wade is gone, althea has bingo, and the apartment is yours. alone as a movie aimlessly drones on in the background. your kissing him and it's messy and logan can feel his body scream to pin you down against cushions he slept on mere hours ago.

the taste of you is heady on his tongue. a direct shot of adrenaline that kept made him long to pound into you until the legs on the shitty piece of furniture broke. until your screams were heard by the annoying neighbors next door. he's aching and desperate and you're not making his internal war any easier.

his claws are out long before you start grinding against his lap - your fingers tugging at his hair, mouth moving along his throat. he fights to reign them in. the terror of harming you clawing at his chest. but then you pull back. you reach for his hand with a sparkle in your eye, and press a kiss to the cold metal.

your tongue slides along the dull edge, hips shifting to sit directly on his already pulsing cock, and logan feels his sanity snap. the moment you suck on the tip with a soft mewl he cums loud. he's harsh when his hips jolt up into yours - his hand ripping free from your grip to plunge silver into leather. a way for him to steady his movements as he practically humps you.

it's a type of body worship he's never experienced before. admiration for what's made him so cruel - love for the one part of him he loathes. he goes to scold you. explain how fucking wrong that could have gone. but stops dead at the sight of your smile, eyes glazed and chest heaving.

he knows his face is red; crimson bleeding down onto the skin of his chest. he knows he's never blushed this hard before. and yet when you press a kiss to his cheek, softly murmuring how much you wanted to do that again, how he looked beautiful cumming in his jeans, he feels the weight on his chest begin to lift.

[aparticularbandit]

Agatha tells Wanda there will always be torches and pitchforks for women like them.

Lilia exemplifies this in the way she talks about how witches are perceived in culture (and I think may even allude to Agatha's line at one point).

Maybe Agatha doesn't just mean witches in general.

Maybe she means witches with great power they cannot control.

Because we see how even other witches go after Agatha, even from the beginning.

It's not just a general warning about witches; it's a personal warning filled with experience.

[rosecoloredtarot]

Getting to know your environment is great. I have recently been making a concerted effort to learn about the local plants and animals that are around me. And in doing so, my perception of nature is so much sharper. I see mushrooms when I’m walking in my back yard. The spider webs are intricately beautiful.

I have lived in GA for 8 years now and never noticed all the goldenrod until this year. The edges of the highway are a sea of honey yellow and I can’t believe it took me this long to see it.

[wistrea]

CLOSED ^_^

like this for a one liner :)

[kaitlinamberxo]

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