#and also the witchy ones

[magpiethepunkfairy]

Gonna learn how to sew a knit and crochet for the sole purpose of making things to wrap my friends in

[reinvent-and-believe]

[peasant-player]

Elrond with dramborleg

"His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars."

This drawing was for @armenelols and @polutrope post about elrond using a family heirloom "dramborleg".

Oh boy I had so much fun.

My main thought while painting this was " what would be different about elrond?"

And the answer is alot but a the same time nothing.

Elrond is in a way a sad character he kind of lost everything and the only constance in his life is the heralded past of his ancestors/family and friends.

He almost can't remember his parents but he can read about them even maglor is ,despite being a kindslayer, described as strong imposing and a mighty warrior.

His own brother,who chooses mortality,is a revered king!

This elrond that I depicted here is not the lord of Riverdale. Not married yet.

This is a elrond who will stand between evil and his folk.

Just like his ancestors did.

He is holding a legacy of strong unrelenting men who did change the tides of war who done the impossible no one else did before them!.

This is also elrond who found out that his brothers legacy Numenor is at the bottom of the sea - because of sauron.

This is a elrond who becomes a lord for many different kind of elves because he is a different kind of elve.

[wordy-little-witch]

If there was one thing he absolutely fucking hated, it was a lack of meticulous control. One may think that was the antithesis of a private who made a name for himself with weaponized whimsy and catastrophic collateral, wrong though they were. Life was a meticulous dance, choreographed and studied from his earliest years. To know was to survive, he learned early on, earlier still than the year he spent with a captain, a crew, a brother. He had plans to make it, to live, to thrive - no matter the cost.

It had been in his years of relative peace, East Blue Big Fish as his profession, when it all began crashing, burning, and imploding.

He clung to what he could in the suddenly tumultuous waters. It was bittersweet, the way he seemed to shed his skin with the passage of the Twin Peaks. Making contact with Crocus was a point of refusal, pain still raw and jagged even decades later. The moment the Big Top settled into the chaotic waters of the Grandline, he felt something dead, something buried, something never forgotten despite his efforts - it stirred, it woke, and Buggy breathed.

His crew was ready for this. He was certain of it, despite their blundering ways; they were ready, because he refused to let anyone join the ranks if they lacked the drive to survive. It was easy to coach them gently through Haki drills, to twist the formulas and create something new, something grand. He was not a monster, and only mortals filled his crew. They were easily snuffed out - which made their survival all the more telling with each passing year.

Buggy was a meticulous, obsessive planner - he needed to have a backup for every backup, an escape for every single angle. His anxiety was unmatched, and his paranoia was limitless. Despite it keeping him alive, it had an unfortunate tendency to kick into overdrive, leaving him to stagger, fall and suffer in its frenzied wake.

It was this which Buggy found himself ensnared in early one summer morning. The Guild was bustling, running on the fruits of the clown's manic labor. Days had bled together, he admitted silently to himself, and time had seemed to dilate again, leaving him uncertain of what, exactly, had all been done. His sporadic notes were not much help either. All he could gather was that there were likely some serious hype, some dawning plot, and a lot of screaming from himself. He definitely overdid it again.

Sipping his tea, he frowned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There was a weight in his lap, a lavender maned head pinning him to the chair by his window. He'd long since learned not to argue with Ritchie Watch - even if he split himself to escape, the lion would find his feet and chase him down regardless. It was easier to simply wait him out, Buggy mused, scratching at an ear. Luckily, it seemed the feline's sixth sense was attuned primarily to fevers - once his own dropped suitably, it was smooth sailing.

Soulful brown eyes peeked up from beneath pastel hair, and Ritchie yawned, nuzzling closer to Buggy's stomach. The captain sipped his honeyed tea with a slight smile, petting fondly over his head. The cloak draped loosely around his shoulders slipped slightly as he shifted, deep violet pooling around his bicep. The mug in his hand was black, peonies etched into it around the handle with a glossy ruby finish to the petals. The teapot on the table was partially filled with a particular blend he favored when his vocal cords flared up, honey to the side in a dainty little set, unbecoming of pirates but painfully cute as well.

Buggy sighed silently, his throat aching, voice gone, head mildly dizzy. This fucking sucked... but at least he wasn't alone.

At least here, despite it all, he was loved.

[rosecoloredtarot]

Me: *enchanting the front door with a glamour for the house*

Husbeast (with no idea what I'm doing): The front door looks nice

[revivify-inn]

Mini Cauldrons

[kscribbs]

Witchy Lucy on/near Halloween is becoming something of a tradition, I fear.

This time she's a kind of a witch/Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas hybrid, though. The whole Presumed Unrequited But In Actuality Very Much Requited Love element of ML has always reminded me v much of Sally and Jack (Skellington's) dynamic.

After finishing both this and an alternative doodle, however, I realised that ML Luce would probably enjoy dressing as something science or medicine-related for Halloween.

I feel it incumbent on me to inform you, therefore, that, as well as going as Sally this year, for Halloweekend 2 she went as a misfolded protein. Because there's nothing more blood-curdling than prion disease. And the year before she was Plague Doctor Barbie (Barbie Summer and all). And the year before that she was False Vacuum Decay. Or maybe an Anthrax Spore. Or antibiotic resistance. Or the Hindenburg Uncertainty Principle. Or noble gas (you only need a crown and a whoopee cushion for that one).

I can also see her going as cluster of protons and neutrons and having Jack flounce around her all night as an electron. Mans will indeed do whatever the hell she wants; in fact he's content to help her bring any of the above concepts to life, no matter how convoluted or nerdy. ❤️

Trying to draw said concepts however presented something of a challenge, so for now -- witch Lusally. And also the 'my cute/hot/etc. witch/goth gf/wife' meme bc I've been itching to do it for months now! ☺️

[delphiniumjoy]

I should probably reread the Tiffany Aching books now that I’m doing witchcraft.

[lokiinmediasideblog]

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[officially-unhinged]

Freminet is fantasy pagan and worships the Sovereigns and y'all can tear that from my cold dead hands. I mean it I'm not letting this go it brings me SO MUCH joy. It's so fucking funny too in the fic's context.

[roninfromtheops]

Nothing is more funny then deity work with Lucifer as an obey me player. I remember I was so embarrassed when he was like ‘I know what you’re doing🙃’ AND I WAS SO FLUSTERED OMS. I DIDNT EXPECT LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR TO RESPOND, I WAS THINKING MAYBE ASMODEUS? BUER? A ANGEL?

Anyways, TLDR; Lucifer is actually a really chill guy. Massive older brother vibes, also he loves apple pie. :3

[namocchi]

interest check!!!

i love switching up my device’s aesthetics every so often so i decided to make my own wallpaper + icon pack (and widgets i just havent gotten there yet lol)

is there any interest for these wallpaper packs? is this design good enough? :)

[ishganytoja]

Ieva Morta in Lithuania Pride 2024. :3

A story of 4 lovely pictures taken on my own silly phone. Welcome to Pride month, welcome to a happy time, to some a rather usual day, to some an escape from the hatred and phobia filled reality, a time to be yourself and many other things you've heard a lot. My story is not all that interesting, it's tough and definitely not super joyful, it's also what has helped me find myself more, the struggle against my parents is what has (to an extent) helped me funnily enough.. My point is, pride is not only about being proud of who you are, it's not only a place to be loud and shame-free about who you are despite what society would want to tell you, it's not only for remembering those who are no longer here and those who are forced to hide, it is also about acknowledging and embracing your own pain, scars & suffering, the same things which help you get up and walk with the ones who share your struggle, to walk with the ones who help you heal those wounds caused by hatred. It's a time when you know you've been hurt, a time when you are aware you've had an unimaginably hard time, maybe it is not even related to your own or anyone's sexuality or gender identity, no matter what, it's a time when you can look at that wound, and let it heal with other people who can share your struggle, with people who offer you empathy and love, free of judgement, free of irrational shame. Pride is love, and love heals, if you're open to yourself, to who you are and what your experiences have been. <3

[imaginarianisms]

everyone say hiiiiii a.lys r.ivers witch queen of h.arrenhal!!!!!!

[beeribas]

Wait wait wait, you mean to tell me that tomorrow night is the full moon, it's the last supermoon of the year, it is exactly ten days before the mini moon is set to leave orbit, it is exactly in the middle of the month, and it is the night before Hekate's night?

[writerblue275]

I might occasionally struggle to define my sexuality, but one thing is for certain. HE is in it:

He’s so fucking fine, like god DAMN.