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So I turned on my kindle and fired up tubi for entertainment purposes.
Honestly the blue 7 day prayer candle burning for a few hours a day seems to be doing what you can expect.
Other than me going on and on and on about how things work and dint work in witchcraft or spell components. I'll just have yall guess.
#welsh polytheism#black pagan#unknowntyping#cymraeg polytheist#blackdruid#at this point in my life i dont practice witchcraft
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Spell for Love
Summary: You were given a familiar, Seungmin, long ago to help guide you in your practice as a witch. Seungmin is your everything, both of you being destined to fall for each other. However, fate has other plans as there's chaos when you both break the rules with your love.
Pairing: Familiar Seungmin x Witch gn reader
Genre: fantasy au, thriller, fluff, angst, smut- 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: witchcraft (duh), violence, mention of chronic illness, mention of blood, mention of death, p in v penetration, creampie (dont), multiple rounds, they're in love your honor lol
Notes: Seungmin would make a good familiar hehe. Anyhoo spooktober continues with week 3 and I hope you enjoy this next installment!
If you enjoyed, please consider a like, comment, and reblog as it keeps me motivated ♡
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“Love is a strange dark magic, where death may only make it stronger, the softest kiss in the wrong direction can stew it away forever.”-Atticus
You have known Seungmin since you were a child, a little witch under the care of your mother and aunts. He was your familiar, a spirit sent to guide you throughout your life as a witch.
He was assigned to you at the measly age of six, at your coming of age as a witch. You remember the day, how it was filled with ceremonies and rituals, sanctifying you as a witch. Both of you received matching signets, a raven, branded onto your skin to show you were bound to each other for eternity.
At first you were a little weary of the boy, his hair always disheveled, his clothes a mess. He was also quiet, taking a while to break out of his shell, while you were full of energy, often bouncing around him talking nonstop.
Seungmin often took refuge in his familiar form, a shaggy black dog, when you were younger which seemed to be more comfortable for him. Despite this, he always was there to guide you and ensure you were on the proper track in your studies.
As you grew, he became your best friend and confidant. If you were in one spot, he wasn’t too far behind. If you got into yet another fight with the other witches at school, he would be the one to break up the fight and then later proceed to comfort you. Seungmin became your foundation through the rockiest points in your life.
However, that was years ago. Now you both were not so little and living in a small town. You had a little cottage in the woods, the one with flowers in the windows and lining the walkway to the door. Your prized garden was out back, filled with flowers and herbs you used for your potions. Smoke billows from the chimney into the night air, the fire casting a warm glow.
If anyone looked through the window, they’d catch a glimpse of a cozy scene, none the wiser to who lived at the little cottage. You chose to stay a little ways from town, as not everyone accepted you and what you were. They’d cast you looks and steer clear of you when passing you in town.
The townsfolk warned their children to never go to the cottage in the woods, lest they want to become the victim of the witches spell. It was all hodgepodge, however, as you and Seungmin were the most down to earth people, staying to yourselves and nice to everyone you met.
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Today was an important day, one you had been looking forward to. You were summoned for a job, to help cure a sick child within the town. You often offered your services of healing, wanting to help others instead of staying cooped up in your cottage.
However, it has been months since your last summons, as the townsfolk did not want to believe in such "witchcraft." Therefore, when a desperate mother showed up at your door step, pleading for you to help her daughter, you gladly accepted the mother's plea.
So here you were, sliding a dress over your legs, pulling it up around your body, the material fitting perfectly along your slender frame. Seungmin watched from his chair in the corner, his eyes lingering on your curves as you fiddled with the sleeves. He loved your body, slender but plush in all the right places, perfect for his arms to wrap around.
Seungmin loved everything about you. He has ever since he first met you when he was appointed your familiar. He would do just about anything for you, and he means anything. Right about now, that includes fastening the buttons on the back of your dress.
“Thanks Min,” you said with a warm smile, watching as Seungmin fastened your dress, feeling the brush of his fingers through the fabric, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
Seungmin smiled, his lip curling up at your praise. Your grin grew wider as you smoothed your dress down. You turned to face Seungmin, as he stood in front of you, his eyes looking into yours expectedly. You placed your hands on either side of his face and squished his cheeks playfully, a soft whine falling from his mouth in protest. You giggled at the noise, amused at his annoyance at the gesture.
You both stood there for who knows how long, staring into each other’s eyes, the love you have for each other radiating within the small room.
Yes, you love Seungmin. You have for years. He’d do anything for you, he cares for you, more than you can say for most people. You wondered if he loves you back, loves you unconditionally just like you do for him?
You smile one last time, before dropping your arms and walking away.
“Let’s go Min,” you said, grabbing your pouch with the potion that would heal the child.
You both left the cottage and made your way towards town to Marion's house. Marion was the name of the child you were summoned to heal. She had an illness that has been plaguing her for years and wouldn’t go away. The town’s doctors did not know what caused her illness, every form of treatment failing. Over the last fortnight, it has been getting worse, as she’s not even able to get out of bed.
Seungmin watched as you clutched your pouch closer to your body as you hurried down the path. He could tell you were eager, as it’s been a while since you’ve been summoned. He helped you prepare the perfect potion for Marion, one that will heal her if her parent’s followed the proper regimen.
“We need to add Reishi, Comfrey, sage for healing, and a little Hops for sedation,” Seungmin remembered you saying, handing you each ingredient when you asked for them. The aroma wasn’t exactly pleasant, but little work that you both do is so. “This will be perfect for the girl, should heal her in no time!” Seungmin sure hoped so for your sake.
It wasn't long until the town came into view, the buildings looming in the distance as the sun was setting, tucking itself in to rest. The moon was peaking out, slowly showing itself as it's time neared with each passing minute.
You could see people hurrying back home or the local pub for a bite to eat as their day was coming to an end. Seungmin walked closer to you, placing his arm on your back protectively, as he guided you through town.
There was something in the air, an electricity that seemed to dance through the humid air and dance across the skin, causing the hair on his arm to raise. The air felt thick, almost making it difficult to breathe. Seungmin was worried, his eyes darting this way and that, watching the many faces passing by as you got closer to little Marion’s house.
“It’s ok Min. We’ll complete the job and be back home before you know it,” you said, trying to soothe your familiar.
You could tell he was on edge as he ushered you through town. If he was in his familiar form, you're sure the fur on his back would be bristled, his ears perked up for any abnormal sounds.
He had reason to be on edge you thought as you felt it too, something looming around you, ready to pounce in the spur of the moment. You needed this job to go well, not only for Marion's sake but also because were running out of funds, your money jar just about empty back at the cottage.
Arriving at your destination, you both stopped in your tracks, staring at the door. You squeezed Seungmin’s hand in yours before knocking, your knuckles tapping the wood three times. You didn’t have to wait long as Marion’s mother opened the door not a moment later, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She regarded you with slight uncertainty, before stepping back and ushering you in.
You stepped over the threshold, following her silently, through the kitchen, the living area, and to a door. She looked at you once more before turning the knob and opening the door.
You were slightly taken aback, as sweltering heat hit you in the face, the room baking in the summer heat. The air was stale, the smell of yesterdays food and antiseptic permeating the room. The windows were closed and bolted tight, allowing no airflow into the room, other than from the door you stood at now.
You hesitated to walk in, your eyes wide in shock.
“We are at wits end y/n,” Marion’s mother exclaimed, “please help us!”
You regarded the woman in front of you, taking in her pleading, bloodshot eyes. You could tell she was suffering, the responsibility of caring for a sick child taking its tole. You nodded and looked at Seungmin, before making your way to Marion’s bed.
You sat your pouch down and rustled through it, looking for the potion that you and Seungmin had prepared the night before. You hand brushed against something smooth and small before you wrapped your fingers around it, pulling out a vial, the amber liquid within sloshing against the side. Smiling, you stood up and walked closer to Marion.
Looking at the girl, you could tell she was gravely ill, most likely on death’s door. You brushed your hand through her wispy hair, gently singing a soothing song. Marion opened her eyes, the sunken in orbs finding your face. You smiled and uncorked the vial, bringing it to her lips.
You encouraged her to drink with promises of healing, tipping the vial slowly into her mouth. Marion gulped it down as best as she could, her eyes never leaving yours. Once she was done, you discarded the vial and smiled before turning to face her mother.
“She should start to feel better within the week,” you said.
“Thank you! Thank you!” The mother cried, tears streaming down her face at the hope of her child finally being healed.
You nodded and reached out your hand, as the lady placed two silver coins into your palms. You thanked her and made to leave, Seungmin following close behind. You walked with purpose, the promise of a nice dinner for once on your mind, the sound of the two coins clinking together in your pouch.
“We can have anything for dinner tonight Min!” You exclaimed, grabbing his hand. “Let’s stop here at this pub.”
Seungmin agreed, excited at the prospect of eating more than a few potatoes. He followed you into the crowded pub, his eyes roaming over the people gathered there for dinner. He sniffed the air, the aroma of the pub's house stew permeating the air, causing him to salivate and his stomach to growl.
You came across a table in the corner that seemed good as any and so you both sat down, settling in on the old, wooden chairs. Seungmin ordered two bowls of the stew, smiling at the waitress as she placed two mugs of mead in front of you. You sighed in contentment as the golden liquid slid down your throat, settling in your belly, causing you to feel warm from the inside out.
You didn’t have to wait long for your food to arrive, as two piping hot bowls filled with meat and vegetables was placed in front of you. You grabbed your spoon and dug in, filling your belly with the warm stew. You both ate in silence, savoring the taste of the food and listening to the chatter of the other patrons, enjoying the cozy atmosphere.
You both were almost done eating when a guttural scream laced with anguish pierced the night air and traveled into the loud pub. Everyone quieted instantly at the sound, turning their heads to the door to see the source of the disturbance. The door swung open, the wood slamming against the wall, as a woman came running in, the skirt of her dress billowing behind her.
“You killed her!” She screamed over and over, tears streaming down her face as she pointed an accusing finger your way.
You recognized Marion’s mother, your heart dropping at the sight of her. What did she mean that you killed her? You almost fell backwards as she rushed at you, her arms outstretched as if to strangle you, fury mixed with despair plastered on her face.
“You killed her, you…you witch!” She screamed as she tried to claw at your face.
You tried to protect your face from her hands but shrieked as her hands eventually made contact, her sharp nails dragging down your cheek, drawing blood. Seungmin quickly grabbed your arm, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you up from your chair.
"We need to run, come on y/n!" Seungmin said, a sense of urgency in his voice.
You agreed, and started to run behind him, your free hand on your cheek trying to stop the bleeding from your wound. You both made it to the door in no time. Seungmin pushed passed the townsfolk who were trying to block your way to escape, flinging the door open causing the people to scatter.
You both ran down the path, causing dirt to fly everywhere, the dust coating the bottom of your dress. Dodging the people on the path proved easy as they hurried to get out of the way, their eyes widened as you two ran past.
You didn’t slow down, following behind Seungmin as he dragged you along. You were breathing heavy, as your lungs tried to expand with the amount of exertion you were placing on your body. The edge of town was in sight, the expanse of trees taking shape signaling that you were almost home. You didn’t stop running, not even when you arrived at your door.
Seungmin quickly unlocked the door and ushered you in, giving a quick glance down the path before closing the door quickly behind you and sliding the deadbolt in place, effectively locking it.
You sunk to the floor, your body falling into a heap, your hands trembling as you brought them to your face. You wondered where you went wrong, running over the steps of brewing the potion the night before. You went through each step, one by one, tears streaming down your face, but not able to think of one way you could have gone wrong.
You were shaken out of your thoughts by the feel of Seungmin’s warm hands on yours, as he carefully brought them away from your face to grasp them in his.
“Don’t cry, y/n,” he said, pain reflected in his eyes at your distress. “You didn’t do this. That child was close to death by the time we got there.”
You shook your head at his words, trying to believe in them. You looked down at your hands intertwined, watching as his fingers rubbed soothing circles over your knuckles. You were happy that Seungmin was here with you and comforting you.
Seungmin watched your face, pain in his heart as he watched the tears fall from your eyes, painting your beautiful face. His eyes wandered to the scratches on your cheek, blemishing the flesh that is usually flushed with red. He held your hands tighter in his, not wanting to let them go. He felt his heart swell, his love for you ever growing. He had to let you know just how much he cares for you, fearing that your time together is shorter than he would like.
“Y/n,” Seungmin whispered before leaning towards you, his gaze holding yours.
You did not move, frozen in place as you watched Seungmin lean closer and closer to you. You took in his shaggy hair, the tips of the strands lightly touching his eyelashes, almost obscuring his eyes. You gazed into the orbs which were focused on you, as they flicked from your eyes, down to your lips, and back to your eyes again.
You couldn’t believe this was happening, in all your grief from tonight’s events. Time seemed to stop as he hovered right in front of you, his warm breath gently tickling your face. Your breath caught as you felt his soft lips press against yours, the flesh melting into each other with each passing moment. The kiss was wet as your tears continued to stream down your face.
It was suddenly all a flurry of movement as you found yourself on the couch, Seungmin hovering over you as he continued to hurriedly kiss you. It was a moment of passion, your tongue tangling with his, as his hands grasped at your dress, hiking the fabric up and over your waist.
You spread your legs more, so he could slot himself more comfortably between them. There was a flurry of more fabric rustling, as Seungmin tried to remove his pants, his leaking cock springing free from its confines.
You gasped out, as he pushed into you, his cock stretching your little hole, causing you to tremble from both the pleasure and pain. Seungmin did not wait for you to accommodate to the stretch as he began to thrust his hips hard and fast into yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He eyes raked over your face, taking in how your eyes were wide and mouth parted as he coaxed out little “oh, oh, ohs.”
He felt like he was on cloud nine, finally being able to have you, to have his cock buried deep within the woman he has always loved. Seungmin shuddered as he felt you clench around him, your pussy sucking him in, keeping him within the expanse of your warm walls.
You clutched onto his arms, bringing him closer to you to attach his lips to yours. With a few more strokes, you tipped over the edge, the warm feeling spreading throughout your core and body, your arousal dripping steadily, coating Seungmin's cock with your white, sticky arousal. You let out a low moan as you felt Seungmin's cock twitch within you, as he filled you up with his cum, marking you as his.
As you both came down from your highs, Seungmin whispered “I love you,” pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.
You grinned and chuckled as you grasped his face repeating “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
You both laid there for what felt like forever, clutched in each other's arms, Seungmin's now softened cock still buried within you. The shadows from the fire danced on the walls, as the sun finally laid to rest, the moon finally making it's full appearance.
You couldn't get enough of the man above you, feeling his cock once again harden within you. You longed to feel the beat of his heart against your chest as you pulled him closer, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he slowly rocked into you. Time passes slowly and sweetly, your breath mixing with his moans, as he brought you both closer to yet another orgasm. You came with a sigh and his name on your lips as Seungmin whimpered, releasing his load within you.
You continued to profess your love for each other, whispering sweet nothings in the silence of the cottage until that silence was broken by a series of loud bangs on your door.
You both startled at the noise, panic taking over at what it could mean...or worse who it could be. You thought the townspeople had finally made it to your cottage, ready to take you in. Seungmin quickly got up, fixing his pants as he made his way to the door.
You sat up and straightened your dress, not caring at the sticky substance leaking and coating your thighs, as terror filled you as you watched him walk to the door. As he threw it open, you noticed three people at the door, dressed in what seemed like an official uniform, donned in thick midnight blue coats, the signal of the council of witches pinned to the lapel.
“Seungmin the familiar?” One of the men asked, his tone gruff.
“Yes?” Seungmin responded.
“You are in contempt of the law of the ancients. We have to take you in. Please come with us peacefully."
You sat confused, not understanding what was occurring in front of you. Your mind was churning, trying to remember the law your mother made to instill in you, the content sounding familiar. Your thoughts were interrupted however, as you watched two of the men roughly place Seungmin’s hands behind his back, fastening them together with a spell.
You screamed as they roughly fastened his hands, as they kicked him in the abdomen over and over, pain littering Seungmin's face as he coughed and breathed in, trying to let the air in that was just knocked out.
You screamed ‘What are you doing’ as you tried to go to your familiar, best friend, and lover. The other man who was overseeing it all, stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your wrist before pushing you hard to where you fell backwards and onto the hard floor. You winced at the pain, watching in horror as they continued to beat Seungmin in front of you, torturing him without mercy. You felt useless, unable to help the man you love as you scooted up to watch the horror.
What hurt you the most was when they brought out a contraption, placing it on his skin directly on his signet, signaling that he was your familiar. Pressing a button, a silver laser jetted out, the flash of light striking Seungmin's skin. You watched as Seungmin cried out in pain, the area on his chest dripping blood immediately upon the touch of the laser.
You let out a blood curdling scream, as white, hot pain seared through your body. You felt more tears trickle down your face as you attempted to look at your wrist. The skin where your signet had been was red and raw at the rough removal. Your signet was gone. Seungmin was no longer your familiar.
You screamed in agony at the pain in your heart, but also the physical pain, your eyes never leaving Seungmin’s. You watched in horror as they dragged him away, his feet dragging through the dirt. He left a trail of blood in his wake, his chest still bleeding.
You watched as Seungmin tried to say something, his lips moving, trying to form syllables. At the last moment, you were able to finally make out ‘I love you.’ You let out another sob as they dragged the only man you’ve ever trusted, ever loved, ever given yourself completely to out of your cottage into the street beyond.
You knew nothing good was in store for Seungmin. Your heart somehow knew you would never see him again. You sat in tears, broken and in pain as you tried to wrap your mind around what had just occurred. You didn’t have long to ponder, as another mob was making its way to your door.
The townspeople had gathered, their pitch forks and torches in hand as they screamed insults at you. Your mind slowly shut down as you heard
‘Dirty witch!’ ‘Evil spawn!” ‘Murderer!’
You surrendered completely, broken and in pain, as two townspeople grabbed your arms and dragged you away, down the path, and into town. You surrendered as they threw you in a cell, locking the door and throwing away the key so you could await your judgement.
None of this mattered however. Seungmin was gone from your life and your fate didn’t seem so bright. You laid down on the hard ground, using your hands as a pillow as you once more thought about where you went wrong. Suddenly you remembered the teachings from your mother, her gentle voice reminding you of the law of ancients.
‘Familiars and Witches may never be. If ever a familiar were to break there bonds of servitude by falling in love with a witch and sealing said love, the punishment be removal of being said familiar and ultimately death.’
Your heart ached at the implications, knowing you both broke the law of the witches, sealing your love with your familiar. The tears stained your face, your wails loud as you mourned your actions. You tore at your hair, scratched your arms in anguish.
You knew fate was sealed however, when you felt an odd feeling, like your heart had been cut in two. A stillness passed over you as you sat in the corner of your cell. You felt numb, your only reason for living gone from this world.
You didn’t care as you heard footsteps down the hall. You didn’t care as a man stopped in front of your cell. You didn’t care as he unlocked the door and dragged you away. You didn’t care as you walked into the bright sunlight, the light hurting your eyes. You didn’t care as you noticed the platform in front of you.
You felt your love grow stronger however, as you looked to the sky, the stars numerous and bright. You knew Seungmin was there with you, standing by your side. You knew you would both be together eternally, either on this plane or elsewhere. You smiled, despite what was to come. You felt light on your feet, your soul peaceful and calm.
You’d see him soon.
And in the end that’s all that matters.
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Magick as Mediocrity - Permission for a Break
This isn't so much so an informational post but kind of my opinions and also reassurance for baby witches who feel less important/less knowledgeable in their practices because they lack complexity in their practice.
Your magick is YOUR OWN
It does not matter even remotely if your spells are simply prayers or whispers under your breath hoping to manifest an A on your test. Your purpose for practicing magick does not need to be enlightenment or to communicate with spirits/deity or anything else.
Please remember that your magick can be as day-to-day as stirring your tea to the left or right depending on your intention, there is no pressure to set up ceremonies or rituals at any point if its not the form of magick that appeals to you.
Magick is not for show or a necessity, it is a tool to help you in whatever way you need at that moment in time. You are allowed to take breaks from magick (It's energy consuming !!!) and you are allowed to utilise it in different ways in different points in your life.
This is where the post will become more opinionated and apologies for that!!
As a baby witch, I really struggled with my motivation towards the craft, I never felt I was progressing as I didn't have the luxurious massive altar or rituals set up. I would cast circles for the simplist of magick (Not a bad thing but unneccesary) or even for simple meditations sometimes. I find a lot of baby witches are aesthetically motivated rather than motivated by practice itself which is of course okay! You are allowed to love the aesthetics of witchcraft it is a truly beautiful practice.
However, I think its best to not get caught up in the aesthetics, find your practice, find what works for you and your energy limits. You dont need to know everything immediately, whether you cram your witchy studies in weeks or months, or take you time and take years to understand the basics, it is okay. You dont need to practice daily, weekly, monthly or even yearly if you dont want to.
Please remember, you are practicing witchcraft! A wonderful versatile practice. Avoid the pressure of complexity and work at your own pace, study your own interests within the craft (of course basics are always good to know) and dont feel the need to practice if you dont want to!
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⋆⛧°. ⋆ Sasha Mystreet headcanons !!
i have a tummy ache rn from eating too much. anyway here's sasha i lobe her
half russian, half korean
demisexual (this is me projecting not just bc of her color palette i promise dont LOOK at me like that)
still pretty closed off, cold, and stoic. but, once in a blue moon, gene and zenix get her to genuinely laugh or mouth off and get angry and they absolutely relish in it
they're best friends :(
the only one of the three who can currently legally drive.
breakcore / hyperpop-punk Queen !! (crystal castles, quinn, swrslvt/cynthoni, laura les, snafu, charli xcx, xn88ax. yknow, shit i added to her playlist)
PIERCINGS!! honestly w all these headcanons, if they are/were a punk, they have piercings. she has double eyebrow piercings, a bellybutton piercing, and a tongue piercing
got deeper into and still practices witchcraft, just not potions or spells. she prefers her palm-reading, tarot, herbal mixtures and remedies, and crystal charges
im planning on making her patron saint someone from MCD that didn't get to mystreet, but first i have to actually Watch MCD.
loves scented candles and incense. she has pretty incense holders all around the house
favourite video game is luigi's mansion
always plays luigi during mario party and always loses. but it's fine bc she always wins mario kart (zenix is always princess peach and gene always plays one of the fuckin monster goons: dry bones, shy guy, goomba, one of the koopa kids)
had a crush on gene at one point, and they even tried out a relationship in uni, but then realized they were just doing the same exact things they did as friends and weren't really going anywhere, so they stayed besties
uses potion bottles as water bottles because they're just more practical
runs a vampire fanfic tumblr blog. she makes really fuckin good vampire au fanfics of really popular fandoms
has a butterfly knife and switchblade collection. they're all really pretty
zenix made her match phone charms with him, but he tells everyone she forced him (nobody believes him)
her and gene used to be skater buddies (zenix couldnt figure out how to skate for the life of him), but she's the only one who still skates around sometimes
i don't know how to explain this to anyone and it is honestly just my own delusion but oh my God did sasha have a mini crush on katelyn in high school
like it wasn't anything super. but she cannot lie to herself and say she didn't have fun during gym getting to see katelyn
typical "goth gf" reads classic literature and edgar allen poe poems and short stories. but also she has to work, so she listens to audiobooks
it's not that she doesn't feel her emotions or anything, but more-so she's just not used to expressing them, and doesn't know how to properly. and now, she feels like it's too late and would be too awkward to learn how
so, she expresses herself in other ways. like through her loud music, or her witchcraft, or through pen sketches and painting
she likes to go on walks every once in a while in completely random or strange places. yknow, ones where it feels like you shouldn't really be going. and sometimes she sketches whatever she finds there and thinks about
whenever she has a particularly.. excruciatingly stressful day, she likes to lay on the floor with her astral projector light, listen to music, and take an edible. it helps her calm down, and feel like she's in a different world for a while
it has backfired before though, because her mind went to the wrong place, and she ended up having a panic attack. so, she makes sure she only does it when both of the guys are home to check on her and ground her if she does start spiraling
Don't do drugs, kids. And if you REALLY have to try it because you're stupid, don't do it Stupidly. have a babysitter. a Trusted babysitter. and don't start with edibles. Be safe, or fuck up and die
#mystreet headcanons#cw: swearing#cw: drugs#nothing really traumatic though dw#still i put it under a cut#sasha mystreet#sasha aphmau#shadow knights#aphblr
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I have been a witch for a long time but only been a heathen for a few years. I have a really hard time doing things in my practice because I feel people do what they need to do. You do a money spell when you need one, read the tarot card when you're unsure of where to go next or want to know what the future holds or where your lost item is or want to talk to deities. I dont really need anything right now or even need help from deities. Yes I like my deities and I like talking to them but my life has been lacking spirituality lately and I don't know how to get it back since I don't need anything. Deities can be there efir support but I don't even need support. I don't know what to do. I can talk to them via clairaudience too so I don't even need tarot. I guess I just need a reason to do things other than needing something if that makes sense. You ask questions and get support for things and do spells but when happens when u don't need any of those things cuz ur stable and your life is stable. I def think about them but I haven't talked to my deities in a while and any time I might wanna do a spell I just feel like I only come to them when I need something and I feel rude. Do you have any tips or ideas of things I could do or ways I could change my mindset? Thank you for your time.
Yes I do!
It's possible that the reason why you feel stuck is because you're conceptualizing Heathenry similar to how you conceptualize witchcraft: As a utility.
Witchcraft is defined by how it's utilized—as a system for accomplishing certain tasks and achieving certain outcomes. Your practice is defined by what you accomplish with it.
Norse Heathenry, on the other hand, is a spirituality informed by the customs, practices, superstitions, folklore, and worldviews of pre-Christian Nordic societies. It describes a way of thinking, feeling, conceptualizing, and interfacing with the world inasmuch as it describes a pantheon of gods and their mythology. What you do or don't accomplish with is sort of besides the point.
I rarely go to the gods to ask for things...and I could stand to ask for their help more often than I do, to be honest. Instead, the reason why I talk with them on the regular is purely because I want to. I find the experience super neat, and I'm curious and want to know things: How they're doing, the ways they think, what's currently on their mind, what secrets of the universe they can tell me, etc. These are things they're always happy to indulge me with.
It goes the other way as well. When Loki, Bres, Brigid, or whomever drops by, it's rarely because they need me to accomplish something, but because they like spending time with me and want to know how I'm doing.
I say this to illustrate that you can have all kinds of relationships with deities without your practice being less heathen for it. In fact, I know a number of people who don't really do a whole lot of work with deities at all, and may instead focus on ancestors, spirits...or perhaps something like community and lifestyle instead.
Hopefully this helps!
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honestly i dont think witchcraft is for me anymore. i spent my entire childhood and most of my early adulthood believing that one wrong move would bring demons and evil spirits down on me. and to have people who are knowledgeable and trustworthy on here saying the exact same fucking thing abt witchcraft is just really disheartening. true or false doesnt even matter to me at this point im just so tired of hearing the same shit. be careful theres demons be careful whatever you so much as even think of might come and refuse to leave!!! be careful make sure not to do something the wrong way but also its different for everyone so who the fuck knows what the wrong way would be, why not get yourself permanently spiritually injured bc how else will you know?!
all it does is make me paranoid. in my day to day life i already feel vulnerable, ignorant, and small. i dont want to enter into a new practice where i feel exactly the same fucking way. maybe that's my problem or my stupidity or ignorance but fuck that. i already walk around knowing my physical body can be overpowered or injured at the slightest misstep from myself or another. i dont need that FUCKING ANXIETY in anything else.
#witchblr#lemme be clear i dont want sunshine and rainbows#but im so tired of hearing ppl talk abt how EASY it is to make mistakes that arent forgiven#its no better than fucking sin#and im tired of being afraid. learning makes me feel no better. all i feel is helpless#considering just deleting this blog. im so fuckin sick of it#some of the stories on here remind me of what the evangelicals i grew up w used to say about POSSESSED THRIFT STORE FURNITURE#i left that shit behind bro. Enough
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I don't often ever really talk about these things but like, does anyone else have MAJOR franchise fatigue?
Marvel, Star Wars, Disney, HARRY FUCKING POTTER
I am so done with them all.
I'm gonna rant about Harry Potter for a bit. Fair warning.
I got tired of Harry Potter well over 10 years ago. The final movies hadn't even been released and because I have the disadvantage of living in bloody England Harry Potter bullshit has been EVERYWHERE for TWO FUCKING DECADES. I remember my friend dragging me to the studio tour because she got tickets for her bday. I like movie BTS stuff but my god the amount of BUY THIS BUY THAT that gets shoved in your face drove me mad. Proud to say that other than the OG books I read when I was a teenager I have never owned a single bit of HP merchandise in my LIFE. It took my irl friends bullying me to finally go on pottermore and get sorted into a Hogwarts house when I was 27. TWENTYSEVEN. I resisted for years!! I don't even care. They sat me down and made me log on to that stupid website and take the stupid quiz whilst I raised an eyebrow the whole time and tried to smile and pretend it was fun. After all, I'm not actually a total bitch and they are my friends and were enjoying themselves and I didn't wanna upset them. But why do I need to know if I'm a hufflepuff or whatever? Oh thats right, so I can buy the appropriate MERCHANDISE.
You know real witches make their wands? They go out and find a tree and ask the tree if they can take a branch, you have to give the tree something back and say a blessing. You can add crystals or ribbon or whatever you want but a wand is NOT something you buy in a bloody shop. I hate that HP made kids think that.
Why would anyone wanna buy a game about a nearly 3 decade old franchise thats been shoved in all our faces practically our whole lives (if you are a millennial or younger). Im not a gamer anyway so I don't get the appeal but even without all the transphobia and antisemitism involved the whole concept is extremely tiresome to me.
Can we please be done with Harry Potter now??? I dont wanna see it. I dont wanna see anything about it. I didnt give a fuck when I was in my early twenties and I dont give a fuck now in my late thirties its never been any fucking good. Its a rip off of Lord of the rings crossed with the writing of Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman anyway.
For years I felt awkward even mentioning to people that I didnt like Harry Potter, like it was a cardinal sin or something. I'm glad people are finally seeing it for what it truly it, even though I wish it didnt take the lives and rights of transpeople to get to this point. Its disgusting that its still so damn popular even WITH JKRs blatant transphobia. I hope the boycotts work. Trans and Jewish people you have my love and support, for both your sakes and so that bloody franchise can stop being shoved in my face everytime I leave the bloody house. Im glad people are finally picking it apart and realising how problematic it was. Things I think made me uncomfortable about it before I really understood the depth of reasons why.
I have been obsessed with witchcraft and paganism since I was a child. I was a weird kid. Harry Potter turned something I was passionate about in a deeply personal way into a consumerist nightmare. Witch became synonymous with it, spells, charms, magic, I'm honestly surprised JKR didnt try to copyright the terms.
Look I dont often talk about social issues. My tumblr is my escape from the injustices of the world and I take my mental health very seriously. But I support trans and jewish people in boycotting this game.
I care about trans rights, about the rights of LGBTQA+ people. The rise of antisemitism AGAIN deeply disturbs me. People truly never learn from history do they? I try to do my bit where I can offline. I have signed petitions, I have donated to causes where I have found them and I am most definitely gonna do my damndest to get everyone I know to vote the transphobic (and otherwise generally evil in every way) Tory government OUT at the next election.
This rant may come across a bit selfish. It is tbh. I am fucking glad Harry Potter isnt popular anymore. Though outside of online communities particularly in the UK its still huge and everywhere. I wish we could wipe it off the face of the Earth.
I am fed up of all these franchises though. If I never have to sit through another Marvel movie it'll be a happy day. If I never have to hear the fucking Star Wars theme again I'll celebrate, if I never have to read about another Disney remake again Ill be so relieved (although I do get some satisfaction reading about them flopping). This post capitalism hellscape we exist in is fucking exhausting.
What we really need to do with these franchises though is pull an Avatar on them (the blue people not the cool cartoon). We need to stop talking about them. Stop letting them infect our collective cultural consciousness. The only way to get them out of our faces is to actually let them die. We did it right with Fantastic Beasts. We can do it again. Remember that in capitalism, even negative press is good press, and the more the press focuses on the controversies and discourse, the more the name of the game is getting into the minds of consumers, especially those that dont give a fuck about trans rights or antisemitism.
I dont know where it ends, but my god I hope it HAS an end. Something surely has got to give right? Anyways. I dunno if there was a point to this rant other than im fed up of a lot of things and feeling particularly grumpy today, but anyways. Boycott Harry Potter and all things related to it.
Support trans rights. Trans women are women. Trans men are men. Enough of this bullshit already.
#anti harry potter#boycott hogwarts legacy#trans rights#personal#sometimes i need to rant#and today was one of those days
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Sooo Hiiii...?
I have been fan of Hogwarts Legacy. Of course with the spark of creating our own character OC, it filled new door of imagination of Hogwarts and Wizarding life.
Which I want to include myself but.. as introvert..you know..introvert..
I dont know how lol since I am not good in community because I feel foreign over it.
Also as I mostly the one who watch, read, and see, part of me feel envious the creativity all of the fandom has and how advanced they are. Especially those who can draw.. damn your beautiful, awesome hand artist!!! (take it in good way, kay? ahaha) Also those who can write damn I missed my brain when it able and have the will to do that.
So in here I actually want to share my OC as well in Hogwarts legacy. But a note, I dont play it in PC so I dont have any mods to make my own character really ideal as I want it. I cant draw, like really cant. I also dont do fanfic anymore.. I think my will not over to the point writing by myself anymore. i still love write but...for roleplay which with character and you know..the AI's lol.
I know I actually can ask friend or commission for my OC but I dont have money for that.. hiks.
So here is the brief biography of OC characters. Just to note, I still uncertain to make it since I kind of lost over the history of time but I will just put what I have for my OCs.
Putri Lita Lavengard
A Hufflepuff
Half Indonesian and British
Indonesia is her birth place. Yes, she is from Southeast Asia.
Hogwarts legacy living place: UK, wizarding world
Mother tongue: Indonesia and English.
A Scorpio lady
What does the character looks like: Yellow tan skin, wavy black hair in shoulder length and side-parted bangs, light gray eyes colour,
Her hobbies: Listening musics (at the moment doesnt have any particular genre, depends on her mood what kind of music she likes to listen), taking care of the beasts, learning charming and dueling spells, chilling with the beasts or animals
Dislikes: Insects, unfaithful peoples, animals abusers
Her wand: Alder wood, phoenix core, 12,5 length
Her patronus: Lioness
Her father is pureblood British. An alumni of Hogwarts, a Ravenclaw. He is a magician historian around the world. His interest over variation over what kind of magic around the world made him traveling and researching while making book about it.
One time he arrived at Indonesia. At 1800, Indonesia was colonized. Some of the people learned about foreign language, which the elites, while some of them not. But certainly foreign countries passed by and entered Indonesia for trade in some ways.
Her father research was magic in Indonesia. One of them he had heard about its black magic and the person called as Dukun. That made him encounter an Indonesian lady who was an elite family. But her family was unique because she was born from witchcraft family who has been working as Dukun from generation to generation. Her family was a Dukun of one of the empire that had been famous in the past where Indonesia had empire before western came in. Even it is not famous or known at the period he came, but the practice still being used hiddenly.
*Dukun is an Indonesian term for shaman. Their societal role is that of a traditional healer, spirit medium, custom and tradition experts and on occasion sorcerers and masters of black magic. The dukun is the very epitome of the kejawen or kebatinan belief system indigenous to Java. Very strong and ancient beliefs of animism, ancestor worship and shamanism are held by the people of the Nusantara. While medical doctors and revivalist Islam and Christianity have caused a decrease in the prominence of dukun, they remain highly respected and somewhat feared figures in Indonesian-Malay society, even in the most orthodox Muslim-dominant areas. In the pre-colonial past, dukun were exempt from paying taxes, as with Hindu priests and Buddhist monks.*
Her mother was a Dukun who lived as an elite because of the history of such professionalism toward supernatural and traditional medicine and also granted with such gift of traditional skills of supernatural. Her magic although known hiddenly like that, but at the front, her job was just a herbalist and masseus who also yes, born from an elite family and able to connect and learned other foreigner.
The difference culture, magic and she herself made her father and her mother eventually caught each other interest. She also just knew about the new magic outside her country after all. Time and days passed and eventually as well, they became together.
They choose to raise family in his country, the wizarding world in UK. Although sometimes, they also went back to Indonesia since they also have their own house there and her family as well still in there. They were blessed with two daughter and decided they will let them learned magic through Hogwarts.
So Putri Lita is learning magic mostly influenced with UK but still feel foreign because she also learning her own mother magic as well.
Following the Hogwarts legacy; her magic was blooming late and even slow but it was there but not that strong. In her story, she did get the letter from Hogwarts at 12. But something crucial and traumatizing her made her mentally and physically unable to do magic after she got the news. So for about 2 years, she went into state of rehabilitation and got back her own magic and strength and study about it as well, easy to say kind of homeschooling in wizarding way. And in this case, Professor Weasley knew about it. All by the help of her older sister and father and also mother. At 15 her magic is clear and can be seen that she is a wizard. Professor Weasley then gave her another chance to entered Hogwarts at 5th year. Before entered the schools, for about 6 month as well Professor Fig knew and helped her magic as well.
And her life of adventure begin in Hogwarts at 5th year there.
And that is all for now about her!!
I still not make perfectly well and maybe there is flaw here and there. I dont make the family that detailed but maybe one day I will share briefly about them!
Note sorry for the bad English here and there. I feel already sleepy as I typed this and English not my native language. Also why i do want to make mixed like this because I am Indonesian and I want to use sparks of magic in Indonesian and mixed to the Hogwarts as well as just the spice ahaha.
#hogwarts legacy#OC#My own oc#my own hogwarts legacy characters#if someone want to talk about it#I would love to! ahaha#hogwarts oc
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hi this is my first time writing here and i wanted to share a witchcraft experience. (note sorry if i have mistakes my english are kinda shit).
So a little backstory so u can get the point. Firstly i have never practiced physical witchcraft . I only studied because i wanted to know where i’m getting myself into. So i studied witchcraft for the past 4 years but i wasn’t constant on it cause i had other things to do. Theres so much shit to learn before practicing and its also confusing when and how to start . I cant find directions anywhere. With that in note
just now i just made my first spell . With whatever knowledge i have on witchcraft. And i guess im not going to be a bitch and gate keep what i did
imma tell u what i did step by step cause i don’t know what i did was right or wrong but it feels right to me …
So what i wanted to do was to cast a protection spell on me , healing and cleansing my mind from bad habits i constantly have, like remembering traumatic events.
Its night btw and the moon is like half a ring.
i opened the windows and cleansed my room with white sage. Then i lighted up 8 small candles and placed them on the floor like a little circle , cleansed my crystals and me and burned a bay leaf that said (PROTECT Y/N). Then i started to do 5 minutes meditation, guarding myself by imagining i have a bubble around me as a shield. I placed a crystal on my forehead (clear quartz) and teased my third eye.
when i was completely relaxed i lightened up a joint.
(im an adult dw) i used it as more relaxation, focusing, patience.
when i stopped smoking i started to write on a note book. I started to write to a person i wanted to get out of my head . I began saying that i want to clear my head from them . How i exactly felt my situation with that person ( be completely honest even if it hurts u) . Then i said that i understand and forgive myself and them . I said exactly how i got hurt and how my karma came back to me as well. Lastly i said that i wish them the best. An amazing life , how thankful i am for them and said goodbye with love.
i stop writing. I re-read the whole paper and then i fold it until became a small piece of paper . i placed the paper on a plate, i placed a bay leaf on top of the piece of paper , i dripped a melted candle on top , placed a small candle and light it up . Then i sprinkle the whole previous bay leaf (PROTECT Y/N) on top of the small candle . And lastly i placed some crystals.
i sat for a while and looked on the spell i just did. Later i placed my work on a desk in my room and i left it now to melt so it could work.
Now i can tell you how i feel after this spell.
I felt immediately amazing. I felt that everything worked cause i putted my heart and energy. I still feel relaxed and i dont have anxiety. Its like curse was broken.
What do you think ? Do you think that this was a good move as a beginner? Did i do something wrong? Idk what im doing i need help and tips please❤️
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Practical Magic
(Credits to @toyboxboy for the gif and I’m sorry for using your gifs so much)
Request: i need someone to write a spencer reid fic based off ‘practical magic’ (the one with nicole kidman in) it would be so good 😭😭
Summary: Y/n´s bloodline has a horrible curse for those who dare love a woman of the family, and because of that she had never fell in love yet the FBI agent Spencer Reid might change that.
Couple: Spencer Reid x fem!witch!reader
Warnings: witchcraft, a little mention of the witch trials and alcohol.
Disclamer: This fic is based on the movie “practical magic” and many of the things of that movie will be mentioned yet you dont have to watch the movie to read the story as I changed half of the things to fit my idea of the story. Reader has a sister and two aunties!!
I absolutely love this movie and i was so excited when I got this sort of request so here we go!
Tagging: @ssavanessa22, @measure-in-pain, @alexlovescriminalminds and @all-tings-diego
I finally made it official, here’s my taglist. Please press the bottom if you want to join 🌙
Do you believe in magic?
Do you believe in witches?
Do you believe in love?
If your answer to those questions were no… Maybe this story is not for you, but I hope this story can change your perspective of things if you decide to stay.
Curses have been thrown into the world without even noticing. Maybe people think about something firm enough for it to become real. Some people call it coincidence.
Y/n’s bloodline, the women of the family, had a curse in them. It was created by an old ancestor who was the first witch in the family. The people of the town were about to hang her! But she had the gift of magic, the same gift that saved her life.
She was banished from her home, with her unborn child growing inside her belly. She waited for her lover to rescue her. But he never came. No one came. In a moment of despair, she cast a spell upon herself that she would never again feel the agony of love. But as her bitterness grew, the spell turned into a curse.
To announce their death, the woman would hear a beetle all day long. When you hear the sound of the deathwatch beetle, the man you love is doomed to die.
Many of the women of the family proved that theory, and in the end, Y/n decided she would never fall in love with anyone! She won't feel the agony of love, and she won't die from a broken heart.
She promised herself that, and to make her promise even stronger, she wished for the perfect man to come into her life, and if he didn't, she would not die from a broken heart.
Promises are strong, but can they be broken?
The turns of life can be unexpected.
Now Y/n owns a store in the island where her sister and aunt’s live with her, which makes her fill a little bit of that emptiness in her heart, something she had never figured out what it was, but the desperation to, grow inside of her. Her store has a little bit of everything, from witchy stuff to vinyl and books, all those things she loved growing up, and now as an adult.
The little bell of the store rang, and Y/n looked up to see her sister, Gilly, walking in with a long black shirt, a green sweater, and black glasses. Y/n chuckled, "You missed the sun," she joked as she pointed to the sky where it was grey announcing the rain was coming.
"Ugh, I have to look great for the visit," she said, moving her eyebrows up and down, sitting in front of her sister. Y/n frowns and puts her book on the table, giving her full attention to her sister.
"What visit?"
"Some hot FBI agents are in town. Something weird happened here, and they are investigating."
"Weird things always happen here," she murmurs while she grabs the books on the desk to put them where they belong, "Why do you want the FBI interrogating you anyway? You should be running."
"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," Gilly rolled her eyes, "Did I mention hot FBI agents? There's this muscular Adonis guy on the team, and I hope I bump into him," she said, helping her sister out with the books.
"Yeah, not a great idea," Y/n mentioned while she felt shivers around her body, hugging herself with her cardigan.
Gilly looks at her weirdly, yet she doesn't say anything about it, “You know, there's this guy who is just like you. I think his name was… Spencer? Yeah! Spencer Reid."
"Spencer? Sounds familiar."
"You might have heard of him. He's some sort of genius," she said, picking Salem, the cat, up and petting his head.
Y/n frowned yet didn't continue with the conversation. His name made a loud echo on her head, something she couldn't understand just yet.
Spencer Reid
Spencer Reid
Spencer Reid
…
The young doctor walked carefully through the beautiful and windy streets. To be honest, he should've been collecting information for the case, but his head was hurting, he had a massive migraine, and he couldn't think about anything else.
He looked up when a few dead leaves from a tree fell on his head, brushing them off softly and watching them falling directly to the pavement.
Spencer looked around, mesmerized by the beauty in front of him.
As he walked in, he saw a black cat looking at him.
If Spencer were someone else, he would've feared the feline due to the superstitions, instead, he walked carefully where he was.
"Hey," he softly said, lifting his hand, hoping for the permission of the cat to be touched. The little animal moved close to Spencer's hand and brushed his head against his arm. Spencer smiled and patted his head until he looked up at the store in front of him.
A young woman was moving around the store, putting books on the shelves and lighting up candles.
Spencer could feel the warmth of the store. He wanted to come in, but he didn't as his phone started buzzing.
We need your brain doctor Reid
The message said from his colleague, Alex Blake.
He sighed and said his goodbyes to the cat. He then started walking his way back to the precinct as thunder echoed in the sky.
…
Y/n sighed while she moved around her store. Her sister left, being bored of the old shop. There weren't many clients that day due to the coming rain, one she could deduce would happen at any given minute.
Y/n grabbed a jar and opened the door to catch some rainwater for future things. Hearing her aunties voices in the back of her head.
She put the jar closed to the store but far enough for it to catch the clean water coming from the grey sky. As she walked inside, the rain finally made its appearance.
She closed the door as she felt the shivers coming for her once again.
But she stood frozen in her place before she made it further in the store.
Her heart stopped for a few seconds, and then it started beating faster and faster, like she just ran a marathon.
The broom fell, making an echo in the silent store, making her jump in her place.
Someone was coming.
Y/n quickly looked around to see if everything was perfectly organized. Salem purred and walked next to her, brushing his head against her leg, and then made his way to the table, ready to take his nap.
She pressed her palms against the soft fabric of her jeans and waited for the person to come in.
And like he was called by some force, the bell of the store rang above his head.
The young doctor made his way in, looking up to the young woman he saw earlier. Spencer was wet, -not much anyway-, because of the heavy rain outside.
He smiled at Y/n feeling an odd sensation inside of him, and she smiled at him back, taking a soft orange and blue blanket and handing it to Spencer, "Thank you. I was walking by, and I didn't notice how heavy the rain was going to be," he said.
He wasn't totally lying. After going to the precinct, he made his way back to the store. Something was calling him in.
"It's okay. You can stay here if you'd like. Until the rain stops," she said.
"Yeah, thank you," Spencer softly smiled, looking around the store.
He then spotted the books and made his way to them. Y/n made her way back behind the desk, looking at the young man. But she wasn't just looking at him. She was analyzing him.
She saw the way his fluffy hair fell on his forehead softly, it had this beautiful caramel colour, and she thought that if she touched it, it would feel like clouds. His soft skin, rosy cheeks, red lips, nice cheekbones, and cute small nose. His hazel golden eyes; The man was a masterpiece indeed.
Maybe he wasn't real. Maybe she was dreaming. Perhaps she drank Belladonna, and she wasn't conscious anymore. She feared waking up and him not being there.
He looked so concentrated, the way his eyes moved, and he licked his lips. She needed to know his name.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Spencer Reid," He said, looking at her. She had a frown on her face. She wondered how he could've known what she was thinking, but then it hit her.
He was the FBI agent her sister talked about!
Spencer took those seconds to look at her. She looked beautiful. She had an angelic face. Her eyes looked at him with curiosity screaming, "who are you?" and he hoped his eyes were saying the same.
A need, a weird need, brushed and knocked him off.
He wanted to know about her. To know who she was. To know that weird feeling moving his heart.
Who was she? Why does he feel that way around her even when they just verily met?
It wasn't like he was in love with her but, he just felt like he knew her from somewhere… somewhere deep in his mind.
"Hi Spencer," Y/n gave him a soft smile, " I'm Y/n, nice to meet you," she walked to him, "Did you find a book of your interest?"
Spencer looked away from her, "Um, I'm-I’m not sure. I'm just looking around. You have a beautiful store. I-I haven't seen anything like it."
She chuckled, "Thank you so much. It-It means a lot to me. This store contains everything I consider interesting in life," she spoke, looking around.
"That's interesting. I've seen the crystals and the witchy stuff before, but um, nothing so various like this," they walked to the aisle she knew perfectly well.
"Oh, do you practice witchcraft?"
"N-Not exactly," he said, picking a jar full of rosemary, "I just read a lot."
"A curious mind," Y/n said, picking an amethyst, "I like that."
Spencer looked at the beautiful crystal, feeling at peace with Y/n, feeling the soft scent of vanilla, his favourite one that made its way to his nose and made him become addicted to it, "Amethyst is my favourite crystal and is good for cleanse and meditation. It also can be use cleanses," he quickly rambled, she looked at him with a smile, "But I'm sure you already knew that," she chuckled looking at the floor and nodding, "Do you practice?" he pointed to the whole aisle.
"Oh yeah. My whole family is; it's already in my blood."
He smiled, "That's interesting. I have never met a witch before."
"I'm glad to be the first one."
…
The days passed by, Spence staying in the the town . Unfortunate for the team, but fortunate for Y/n and Spencer as they got to meet each other. They shared a bond that no one of them had ever felt before. Spencer would walk to the store and talk to her, discussing knowledge back and forth, getting to know Salem. He swore he could spend the rest of his life in that store and never be bored. He swore he could spend the rest of his life knowing her, and he could never be bored.
But as the leaves in the trees get their time to show their beauty when autumn comes, they die and fall to the ground, Y/ns and Spencer's relationship would eventually fall.
At noon, Spencer was found with her discussing some of their favourite theories about the creation of the world.
"That's actually a good point. I've never seen it that way, to be honest," Y/n spoke while she drank her tea.
She felt something moving on the back of her hand, and looked down just to find a little ladybug moving around. Spencer looked at her as well and decided to share his knowledge, "Did you know that ladybugs aren't actual bugs, but they are beetles?"
Y/n smiled at his little fact. She loved that about him.
But then… her heart stopped.
A beetle.
Beetle.
Beetle.
No! It can't happen. She doesn't love him… does she?
"No," she murmured.
Spencer frowned, stretching his hand to touch hers, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I um… I just remembered something."
The bell of the store rang, making them turn their heads around to see who was there.
Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, and Alex Blake, Spencer's coworkers, were in the store. Spencer frowned, "What are you doing here?"
"Miss Y/L, we have a couple of questions for you. If you can come with us," Derek said.
"Y/n," Spencer said, looking at her in search of answers.
But all he found was confusion on her face.
…
Y/n sat at the precinct while Spencer talked with Hotch, trying to understand what was happening. His heart beating faster with anger.
"Spencer, they found a body in the alley's trash behind her store," Hotch tried to explain.
"And? That doesn't mean she did it," he defended, "I-I've been with her these past days, and she didn't act weirdly. She's always in her store or at her aunties' house," Spencer explained.
Hotch stared at him, "Spencer, this is not the first time she or her family are accused of murder. The people from the town said once someone had an encounter with them and they died!"
"They are witches, Hotch! She told me the people from here didn't like them too much because of that."
"You might be right, you might be wrong, but she has to be interrogated first."
Spencer and Aaron looked at her as her aunties and her sister entered the precinct, going to her as they saw her.
"Oh honey," Aunt Frances said, hugging her, "They are making a horrible mistake."
"That's not why I'm worried, aunt Frances," Y/n spoke, looking at them.
"What is it, honey?" Aunt Jet spoke.
"Before this happened, Spencer and I were talking in the store, and a ladybug, that you know is a beetle as well, landed on my hand."
They stared at her, preoccupied, "Honey but… that only happens when you are in love with them and they with you. You aren't in love with him… are you?" Aunt Frances spoke.
Y/n couldn't answer. She just stared at them with glossy eyes, her eyes speaking what her mouth couldn’t, "oh darling," Aunt Jet said, hugging her.
"I'm scared, I-I don't want him to die, and I don't want to love him. Why does it has to be so difficult?" she sobbed.
Spencer looked at her from the conference room, his heartbreaking yet not knowing the reason why she was upset.
…
"Miss Y/L is, isn't it?" Morgan said, sitting in front of her.
"Yes, that's correct."
"How long have you had your store?"
"It has been in my family for so long, but we haven't opened it for a few years till two years ago."
"And why is that?"
"Complications. Um, the people from here used to break the windows."
Morgan frowned, "Why?"
"Because people keep hating on witches, sir."
Spencer crossed his arms, looking at her behind the window, even if she couldn't see him.
"What kind of witchcraft do you practice?"
"There's no name for it. It's something that has been in my family for centuries."
"I see."
"With all due respect, if you want to ask something, just do it."
"Did you kill Jimmy Angelov?"
Y/n chuckled, "Yeah, a couple of times."
Morgan breathed in, "Did you kill Jimmy Angelov?"
"I didn't. I didn't even know him. And if I did, do you think I would be dump enough to throw him behind the store?"
Morgan shook his head while Spencer covered his lips, trying to keep the laugh in. …
"She's not the unsub," Morgan said. Spencer left a sigh that had been choking him for so long.
"I told you," he said.
Alex took Y/n outside to meet her family. Spencer looked at her with a small smile, approaching her.
"Y/n," he softly spoke.
Y/n turned around to meet those precious eyes of him. Those she has been loving, "We'll wait outside," Gilly said, grabbing her aunties’ arms dragging them outside as they wanted to stay and hear what Spencer had to say.
When they finally left, Spencer spoke, "I'm sorry for what you had to go through."
"It's okay."
"D-do you think we can meet tomorrow, at the store?" He nervously played with his hands.
She sighed, That wasn't a good sign. Spencer thought, "I'm sorry, but I think we can't keep meeting."
Spencer frowned, his heartbreaking, "W-Why? Is it because of all of this? Y/n I swear I tried to talk them out of it, I know you, and I know you wouldn't be capable of doing such a thing, I-I tried to- "
"No, Spencer. It's not because of that. What would happen when you leave, huh? I don't think it is the right thing to keep meeting if we both know you will leave anyway."
It wasn't a lie, what she told him. But there was something else she was keeping in.
"We can try," he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Spencer."
She looked at him, giving him a small smile, and then, she left leaving Spencer broken,
I'm so glad I've met you.
"I'm glad I've met you, too," he whispered.
…
Y/n was in a peaceful slumber until she felt something soft touching her forehead up and down, she softly tried to open her eyes to try and adjust to the light, and when she opened them, she saw her sister.
"Wakey Wakey," Gilly softly spoke.
Y/n heard laughter and music downstairs, "Hey," she spoke.
"I know you're sad about mister hot FBI agent and everything, but are you gonna reject that?"
"Reject what?" Y/n answered with confusion.
She, then, heard a blender on.
Y/n and Gilly looked at each other with a smile, "Midnight margaritas," they laughed and ran downstairs, softly dancing while they made their way down. Her aunties expected them at the end of the stairs with a glass full of margarita for both of them.
They started laughing and dancing around drinking their margaritas. They danced around the table, looking and pointing at each other.
Whoo-hoo, ain't there nothin' you can take? I say "Whoo-hoo-ooh to relieve your bellyache?" You say "Well whoo-hoo-ooh, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I say "Whoo-hoo-ooh, to relieve your bellyache?" You say "Yaa-ahh, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I say "Yaa-ahh, to relieve this bellyache?"
They sang, moving around.
As the song made its end, they sat at the table laughing and drinking shots of vodka," So this FBI agent, is he good?" Aunt Frances spoke, words blurry because of the alcohol in her system.
"Yeah, he was really good," Y/n spoke melancholic.
"Good enough for falling for a witch?" They all laughed.
"I don't know if he loved me," she said, laughing hysterically. Even though it hurt her, being with her family made the situation funny.
"This… this reminds me," Gilly said laughing, trying to speak properly, "Reminds me of the spell you did when you were young. He's just like the man you wrote, wouldn't it be funny you left him knowing he was your dream man?`` They laughed, but then the laughs stopped.
"Amas Veritas," Y/n murmured, standing up from the table, dropping the vodka on the floor, but she couldn't care. She made her way to the greenhouse, where spells were usually made.
She opened the door and looked everywhere for the book. "Fuck," she shouted when she hit her foot against the closet full of jars, but then, the book dropped from above, hitting her in the head. She bent down and took the book in her hands, looking for the page.
She founded it.
Her heart started beating faster.
Her legs trembled.
Her hands as well.
She dropped the book once again, her hands not being able to keep still, rapidly, she grabbed it once again, looking at the page.
He will hear my call a mile away.
He will be a marvellous kind.
He will have a job where he will be able to help other people.
He will understand what I want to say without saying it.
He will be smart. A genius even, with a high IQ.
He will make me laugh.
He will know how to play chess, and he will teach me.
His favourite crystal will be an Amethyst.
He will hear mismatched socks.
He will be tall with fluffy caramel hair, golden hazel eyes. He loves to read, and he will discuss theories with me.
And, he can read really fast.
"What is it?" The aunts came into the room.
Y/n turned around with glossy eyes, giving them the book. The three women read the words, "Is it…?" Aunt Jet asked.
She nodded, "It's Spencer."
"And what are you doing here, sweet girl? Go for him."
"But what if he dies either way? What If he left?"
"He hasn't," Gilly spoke.
"What?" Y/n said.
"They are still here."
"How do you know that?"
"I might or might not have the number of the SSA Derek Morgan, and I might or might not have stayed up all night talking to him."
They laughed, and they looked at Y/n, "Sweet girl," Aunt Frances said, taking her hand, "That spell you did was for your true love, and you said that if he came, he would not die… You have to try. Go for him!"
She smiled, grabbed the book and ran to go out, "Hey, hey, put shoes on," they yelled, but Y/n was outside already, with her mismatched socks.
And then, behind the roses, he was there, running to her as well. She smiled and ran faster. Spencer smiled, looking at her.
"Jump," he said.
She frowned, "What?"
"Jump!"
"This is not a romantic movie, Spencer," she laughed and stood there, in front of him. He stretched his hand to her, taking her hand into his, kissing it softly.
"This is for you," she said, handing him the book. He smiled, reading the pages.
Spencer looked up at her and handed her a piece of parchment. She took it and read it.
I don't believe in the law of attraction, and I'm not sure if I would ever fall in love with someone ever again. I don't want them to die as well.
But, if I'm not destined to be alone, these things would let me identify my person.
She must be smart and kind. She will have a beautiful smile and laugh. She will love books and crystals. She will wear mismatched socks so that I can identify her. She will understand me and hear my call a mile away. She will be funny. She will discuss theories with me, she won't think I'm weird, and she will have a black cat.
Y/n smiled, looking down at his feet, he was wearing a blue sock and the other orange, she smiled looking down at her feet, Spencer followed, one orange and one blue.
She finally looked at his hazel golden eyes, and he looked at her beautiful ones full of sparks, taking her cheeks in his warm hands and caressing them softly, "I asked for you too," he murmured before he dived into a passionate kiss, full of love, but mostly, full of magic.
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Diabolical Astrology (counter argument)
*i have no religious participation in these theories or cultures
*I DONT ACTUALLY BELEIVE THIS ITS JUST A COUNTER ARGUMENT THAT I CREATED.
My opinion is that one's belief in the influences, profundity, and practice of astrology cannot coexist with the belief in the god of the bible, aka Yahweh, the name of the god of the Israelite's or the Islamic god, Allah.
if you believe in Astrology:
the divination of the supposed influences of the stars and planets on human affairs and terrestrial events by their positions and aspects.
This means that you live and breathe due of astronomical calculations; the cosmos is the reason you think, act, and live the way you do. The gravitational connection that holds our galaxy together has an impact on your human affairs, which is tempting to critique given that we have only studied 4% of the observable universe, including the Milky Way. So far, we haven't even established our own galaxy, and the universe is made up of billions of galaxies that form a web of many other universes, forming a multiverse. Now that I've seen that astrology is centered on the solar system and its adjacent stars, could there be another human-like existence regulated by this idea of astrology someplace in the multiverse?
Astrology contains a mythological component as well. The power of the sign on some celestial degree that impacts this individual is subsumed by the person with a defined position of celestial phenomena. The planets are in charge of the power of such effect.
The mythology element is really powerful. Each of the 12 zodiac signs has a law and a symbol associated with it. Each has a positive and negative side to it that you can't get away from. It forms a connection to human beings, restrictions, and laws when placed in a specific planet/asteroid at a degree, point based on mathematical calculation, aspect, or range of motion (from the earth). Based on my understanding and experience, the individual lives under these laws that respect the sign's mythology. This can be either destructive or beneficial. In astrology, I've seen "a broken marriage", "may be married numerous times", "drug usage", "savage behavior", and in some cases, indications of death or miscarriages" when I've looked into the charts of people in great detail and calculations. Or the presence of the Lilith asteroid's satanic and destructive feminine power, which threatens to destroy the world.
Christianity
God or Yahweh that created space and mankind and through him you were made and perfected and now walk the earth and one day you will reenter the source, or your spirit will fall into eternal damnation were you will be under the suppression of Satan aka "The father of lies".
seven deadly sins:
Lucifer (Pride); Mammon (Avarice); Asmodeus (Lechery); Satan (Anger); Beelzebub (Gluttony); Leviathan (Envy); and Belphegor (Sloth).
Christianity towards Astrology
In the bible or the book of humanity appointed by god and his followers, state in the book of Leviticus 19:20:
“Do not eat meat that has not been drained of its blood. “Do not practice fortune-telling or witchcraft.
or
"You must not eat anything with blood still in it. You must not practice divination or sorcery."
- so basically saying that astrology isn't real because it is of divination
These astrological laws are diabolical. Lucifer's fantasy establishment to try to control people's lives. The individual accepts the tragedy and constitution, which permits the administration of these evil entities. all 12 of these signs comprise the 7 deadly sins, Lilith attributes the difficulties and anxieties that one blames their birth chart for ( and other cosmic objects). Your nodes, calculation points (ascendent, midheaven, etc.) form a depiction of lines and directions connecting to form a shape that highlights your life, similar to the devil's mark, and when you seek tarot cards or a person who reads the depiction of your chart, you become a contactor and become involved in witchcraft. You have the option of allowing these forces to govern you or turning to God, removing the chains of falsehoods and deception, and becoming a free distinct spirit of the realm unrelated to the mythology's 12 gods.
The Devil's Mark:
any rebuttals?
#astro notes#astrology#astrology observations#education#witchcraft#witch community#astrology community#astrology content#christianity#demonic#hell#7 deadly sins
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.: Honing My Craft .:
So I have been thinking about, like what MY witchcraft practition looks like.
What I believe, what I dont believe, to see where I stand on certian aspects of the craft.
I do not believe that Witchcraft is a religion. I believe that Wiccan and Pagan are religions based off of witchcraft. Witchcraft itself is a lifestyle and a way of life. I dont have to be either to practice it.
I changed my lifestyle and life to do witchcraft and it was one of the best decisions I ever made. Its been lifechanging.
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This is where I am so far:
( If I miss anything please forgive me )
Beliefs:
Spirits / Ghosts
( I have seen a few and spoken to a few in my life :) I can feel them around me, thanks to my abilites :) Psychic and Clairvoyance which I've had my entire life :3 )
Spirit Guides
( Have one who I adore, who's been with me my entire life. )
Divination
( I love doing divination, and talking to my spirit guide! Its so fun! And I have learned how to do it properly! 😊 )
Tarot
( I adore! )
Runes
( Still learning! )
Sigils
( Learning and making my own )
Pendulum
( This is such a fun way to communicate with my spirit guide! When done correctly! )
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Bone Throwing
( I've seen it done and been interested to learn it. Not sure on it however. )
Spell Work
( I love doing healing spells and just working with herbs and candles and trying things out. Makes me feel like an alchemist! I dont do them all the time, and when I do I am extremely careful but I love them! )
(Torn on Tassography )
Numerology
( I see constant numbers all the time, not sure they fall under this or that numbers actually correspond with events but I believe numbers are guidance. )
Scrying
( I'd love to try it, always wanted a crystal ball )
Familiars
( My dog is mine and she fulfills her duties well )
Crystals
( they do have power and I love collecting them )
Herbs
( Yes please! )
Meditation
( I'm learning to love )
Candle Magic
( I really enjoy adding candles to my craft )
Protection Magic
( Always )
Dreams
( Yes, I am psychic and clairvoyant and I enjoy talking to the dead in my dreams )
Timelines
( To a point. I dont believe we can choose the timeline we end up on but lately especially, I feel like we're shifting them )
Disbeliefs:
Astral Projection
( That one is obvious. It cant happen )
Baneful Magic
( I was torn where to put this one as I believe in Baneful magic, I dont believe its needed at all. )
GodSpousing
( Just no. Just.. why. Nope. I dont believe in it. I think its a tiktok trend thats gone too far. )
Channeling
( This isnt possible and its sad that people actually believe it is. )
Gods & Godesses
( I'm sorry, but I like a few other older and wiser practitioners online have said, this is a tiktok trend as well, you dont just get to choose your god or goddess, and it takes years to figure out who they are, if theyre even there. I'm calling fake on this one. I believe theyre out there, but I dont believe you just get to go "Hey Loki youre my god now" or something. I just think thats all for clout. I have no interest at this point even trying to find a god or goddess. I'm happy with my spirit guide ❤️ )
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So yeah, this is just where I stand right now. I've only been doing witchcraft for 5 months and I realize there is still a lot to learn. But I am more than happy where my craft has gotten to. And I am so blessed to be on this path.
I love what learning and doing this has brought out in me, and I feel such a freedom from it.
If you dont believe the same things I do thats okay! I'm not here to tell anyone what they should or shouldnt believe. This post is for me, just to come back to in a year, two years and see where I stand then.
Thats the beauty of Witchcraft. It is yours and yours alone and everyone's craft is different! ❤️
I'm not here to compete with anyone either. I just want to share my journey, and the things I feel, and do. Thats why I made this account. If you dont like it, or are offended you can stop visiting my page any time. :)
Blessed be ~
And have a great day!
#tarot cards#divination readings#hedge witch#tarot#wicca#green witch#pentagram#spirit guide#wolf#plants and herbs#tumblr milestone#beginner witch#divination#learning#natural witch#pentacle#white wolf#spellwork#witchcraft#justwitchythings#witchblr
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been thinking a lot about the small but very impactful ways friends and people have impacted my life and behavior. (im just listing things important to me, @newmeganito mordred you come up a lot fdslkg)
the song that comes on my playlist that i listened to and was inclined to like because a friend commented that it was their most listened to song at one point (bastilles what you gonna do mentioned by mordred that i bought and listened to a lot), my favorite song being one i was recommended by a friend when i wanted his advice on where to start getting into mcr songs in my first year of high school, songs that i took more seriously just because a friend expressed liking it (drama by ajr was called out by a friend when i brought up the band), the trinkets i have related to practicing magic that i know about because i have friends (mordred again) who reblogged posts on witchcraft and talked about their practice, the little amethyst pendant mordred got us years ago that when the string on the necklace broke after we wore it constantly we tied to a sketchbook that we still have that probably impacted our fondness for amethyst pendants, videogames that we have or want because we remembered friends recommending them or talking about them (i got dead cells because we remembered mordred talking about the protag a few times as well as going back to playing transistor bc of mordred talking about it (plus hyper light drifter), we got hollow knight because anna loves it, decided to get skyrim because adrian recommended it, etc etc etc,) just, a lot of things. i could list h*me/stuck here from middle school friends getting me into it, the style of hair i have, the types of symbolism i enjoy (eyes, angelic stuff, creatures, aspects of horror), animals i like (including mushrooms, falcons, many birds, lizards, insects, sea creatures), even learning a lot about mental health and a lot of different things in that field, getting interested in learning about biology again, exploring my otherkin/fictionkin identities and nonhumanity, exploring my gender and sexuality, my plurality, words i use heck my favorite colors, just. im a mosaic of things from the people i love and i want them to know how much it means to me and how much youve impacted me. anyways like. even people i dont consider being people i neccessarily love but who were important to me and even people i havent spoken to in years i still hold pieces of them. anyway introspection closing now ive said too much anyways but. yeah.
#chatter#this came up mostly cause the songs i buy on itunes that play in the car when i connect my phone to it include many that i wanted to buy#because of something a friend said about it#idk why the @ is merging with your name btw i think its working though?
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was gonna try and do multiple characters in one post but nope! i have too much to say. also the pictures are all different sizes so its rly hard to get the photoset to look appealing, so we’re starting w/ blue. and also a colored pic of what adam looks like when he’s not a deer. boy’s tryin not to stand out. which goes great up for him right up until it doesn’t. lmao. i’ll talk a bit about him too w/ stuff that didnt get mentioned in the starter post about him and gansey, but this is mostly gonna be about blue.
SO.
there’s this fey entity, right? i don’t have a name for them, but they’re not...they didnt START the fey/human conflict, but they are benefiting from it, politically speaking? and when maura was younger, despite other witches being like “girl dont choose sides, we’re witches, we guard boundaries but we don’t choose sides,” was hotheaded and brash and went “ok but fuck that though” and one thing led to another and she ended up getting a curse on her firstborn. Oops. that’s where the kissing curse comes from, here; i’ll get into that much later in a text post probably but gansey’s survivor’s guilt thing doesnt come from him actually dying in this au it’s from something Else, but blue will still kill him if she kisses him, just, for different reasons, it’s an actual curse this time and not something to do with the nature of who they both are.
her father’s still a tree light, but like, she actually knows that from the outset? because. they live in cabeswater. the tree lights are all around and accept her as one of their own even if she can’t turn into a tree, and as a result of that, she’s got some cool perks.
a) extremely resistant and/or outright immune to a Lot of fey bullshit
b) still boosts psychic energies and magical powers like in canon
c) the absolute safest person to be traveling in cabeswater ever, because the forest itself loves her, and also if you mess with her within the borders of cabeswater a bunch of tree lights will physically manifest and be like “hey buddy wanna think twice about that��
but she can’t use magic herself, still, which actually works in the favor of herself and the coven--witchcraft is in a sort of weird spot, culturally, where it’s both feared and often hated, but also understood to at times be necessary, especially by rural peoples like those of the village. im taking a very discworld spin on the witchcraft, because i love discworld and you can’t stop me, and so the attitude is, like. its frightening ancient magic and the church hates it but when there’s an emergency and someone’s on the border between life and death, or something is trying to pass into this world from another, etc etc etc, then you gotta suck it up and call on a witch because they’re the only ones who can deal with those things. so. the coven is tolerated, both because it’s too big and powerful to actually fight but also because it’s extremely needed when you live in a village right next door to fey lands. you NEED someone watching the border. however that doesn’t mean anyone wants to be seen publicly talking to a witch--but blue’s not a witch. she’s a witch’s daughter, but she’s not a witch herself, which is a step removed enough that she can go into town and run errands and also people will maybe pull her discretely aside and tell her if something’s coming up that the coven should know about, and it all works very neatly with her acting as a sort of liaison. very important role she plays, which is why gansey tries talking to her after his initial attempt to speak with the coven directly fails.
speaking of the coven itself: i’ve been calling it the fox way coven, even tho it probably wouldn’t be called that because there’s no road called fox way that the coven is built on, it’s a big magic house out in the fairy forest, BUT they do have a fox theme because i love foxes and this is a gift i have been given. if people have familiars in this coven, they’re foxes rather than cats, because as wonderful as cats are u cant have them and foxes in the same house that will go bad. but also there’s a v small number of them, like maybe three or four total out of the much higher number of women living there, who are fey blooded like adam, but who become foxes rather than adam’s deer. persephone is one of these! (it’s worth noting the reason why they become the same animal is because of a combination of coincidence, intentional theming, and mostly just because like, virtually all of the residents there aside from persephone are related to either maura or calla)
anyway the point is, because of this, blue’d seen enough feyblood transformations that when, one day when she was 9 or 10, on a visit to town, she saw the most distressed, disoriented fawn wobbling around frantically and was able to very quickly recognize that that was, in fact, a person who had probably turned into a deer for the first time, and responded by very calmly informing him that she knew who could help and leading him home. this is where those last two pictures come from, and how adam’s apprenticeship started.
like, there was a lot of arguing from the witches immediately--of course we’re going to teach him how to become human again but we aren’t really going to take him on in the coven are we? he’s a boy, he’s some local kid we know nothing about, what happened to keeping it in the family, he’s the wrong animal and we’ve got a whole thing going on--at which point persephone parted everyone like the red sea, took one look at adam, went “mine now” and despite a lot of grumbling that was the end of it. she took him on a bit of a tour of cabeswater a few days later, after he’d had time to think it over, and he felt so drawn to the forest that he agreed to the apprenticeship.
so he’s technically persephone’s apprentice but like in actual practice he’s being taught by the entire coven lmao, ANYWAY
adam being adam also had a backup plan for trying to get out of the village--even at ten he figured witchcraft might be a first way out of there, he was already thinking about it, but by thirteen when the good ole abuse started (and at which point the last whispers of dissent died out very quickly amongst the coven, nope, adam is one of us now, do you want us to very threateningly hang out in your front yard sometime because we can do that--what do you mean no, let us do this,) he was also like. i dont think this is a guarantee of getting out of here i need a second job. and the thing is, as was mentioned in the original post, the fey blood also means adam’s got issues with iron; it’ll poison him if he’s stabbed with it but it also reacts to his skin touching it like a hot stove. he’s fine if there’s a layer between his skin and the iron, but if he touches it directly, it’s Bad. so ofc this headstrong idiot takes an open spot a t a metalworker’s in the village because adam is the king of making bad decisions. the witches have a betting pool on how long it’ll take him to out himself. “its fine i’ll wear gloves,” he says. “it’s the perfect disguise no one will expect someone with fey connections to work near so much iron,” he says. “i have everything perfectly under control,” he says.
anyway he totally forgets to wear gloves before grabbing an iron tool while his dad and his boss are both in the store and in clear view of him and that’s why he was getting chased by hunters when gansey rescued him
also he and blue tried dating when they were like 13-14 and it ended about as badly as in canon and they made up later and by the time the story starts they’ve settled into very much being weird siblings. adam starts hanging out with gansey initially to try and basically spy on him, figure out why he’s here, but ends up rly liking the guy and deciding his reasons are sincerely to try and help people, and he tells this to blue who starts immediately accusing him of having a crush on the lordling and being a class traitor, because she does NOT like gansey at this point and really the nobility all prefer wizards to witches which is a stupid idiot decision and frankly the fact that this lordling is apparently enamored by some random deer is hilarious to her, but even moreso is the fact that adam actually defends the lordling to her, like, “wow adam its hilarious that the lordling’s friend thinks that you have charmed the lordling because from my perspective it looks the other way around” “shut uuuup you’re not listening im serious, like, yeah ok he put his foot in his mouth really hard when he talked to you but im telling you i dont think the whole i-wanna-understand thing is an act” “idk if i can trust you through those rose tinted glasses buddy. tell me again about that time he called you princely?” “oh my god”
this is turning into rambling but. thats the gist of the witches and blue esp thank u for coming if u made it this far here’s a bonus persephone fox
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My fiance doesn't like me doing witchcraft... I dont know what to do now. My altar is still up but he made me take some stuff off of it. It made me feel like I really was doing something wrong. How would you handle this. (Also one of my spells may have made someone ill which wasn't my intent).
Hello. First, I want to say I'm sorry your fiance isn't very accepting of your path. I can't imagine how hard that would be.
That being said, my next bit of advice may not be pleasant and it wont be easy to hear. I, personally, would never be with someone who doesn't accept me and my path. You deserve someone who respects you, and this isnt respect. I'm even a bit concerned by the fact that he "made" you take some stuff off your altar. This comes across as very controlling to me. No one in your life should be making you change your sacred space. That space is for you and unless you have a shared altar, he has no say in that. If he wouldn't walk into a church and tell them to change their altar, he shouldn't be doing it to you either.
It sounds to me like your fiance holds a lot of fear and ignorance about your beliefs and practices. Sadly, this is still so common with so many people. Pagans, witches, and people of many different faiths and spiritual paths have been criticized for their beliefs and practices because society has taught them that we are evil and dangerous. If you have tried educating him about your path, and he still wont budge, I would genuinely stop to think about where you want your relationship to go from here. Can you really marry someone who doesnt accept you? Are you ok with giving up your personal path for him? How far are you willing to go to please him? Where do you draw the line in changing yourself for him? A relationship needs to be built on trust and respect. I can't tell you what to do, as I dont know your entire situation. What I can tell you is that, if it were me, I hold my path very close to my heart. It's very personal and very important to me, and I could never give it up just to make someone else happy. At that point, I would be sacrificing my own happiness and forcing myself down a path I know isn't right for me. No relationship is worth that to me.
I want you to know that you are doing nothing wrong by choosing witchcraft. Remember that we are blessed (by whatever deity/energy you believe is out there) with the ability to make real change in our lives. I dont see that as evil or dangerous. Magick is neutral. It is up to us to decide how to use it. Think of it this way: a knife is neither good nor bad, but I can choose to use one to prepare a meal for my family, or to harm someone. The choice is mine. The same can be said about magick. Magick is a tool. We decide how to use that tool.
To touch on your final part, spells that dont go as planned are always frustrating, and they become more worrisome if someone is hurt in the process. If you feel that you are responsible for an illness you didnt intend, I encourage you to look back see what may have caused it. Learn from this mistake and do your best not to do it again. Keep in mind that this could also just be a coincidence. It's easy to see a cause and effect when it isnt there. If you truly believe a spell has backfired that hurt someone, I would suggest doing a reversal spell, a spell to break your previous spell, and/or saying a prayer to your chosen deity, asking them for help and guidance, and to heal the person that was effected. You could even do a healing spell for them and see if it helps.
If you have any further questions, you are welcome to message me and we can speak further. I wish you the best of luck in your path, your relationship, and your life.
Blessed Be
-SageWolf
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Yknow actually I will rehash this old thing that made me mad in 2017. The TAZ fandom sure did suck sometimes and I think the green taako discourse took years off my life???
I’m gonna lay out this logic for you. Taako is an elf and a Wizard. Artists started drawing him green, which reminded people of witches, and witches in folklore and popculture sometimes use tropes based in antisemitism. Important to note here, the green part of the witch canon was popularized by The Wizard of Oz, and was never an anti Jewish trope.
So goyim set the standard that this elf who isn’t a witch is allowed to be drawn with any neopagan witchy aesthetics so long as he isn’t green. Even though that’s not the antisemitic bit about witches, that’s the logic we’re going with here. They relentlessly bully Carey Pietsch and any other fan artist because “They are HURTING Jewish people!” but if Killian the orc is green it is NEVER mentioned.
I found the whole thing so transparently dumb, and if I ever brought it up when it was topical I got yelled at by goyim 🤘 so I’m shooting my shot now, learn from the mistakes of the past and stop throwing Jewish oppression under the bus for fandom discourse fodder. Especially when all these white tweenybop neopagens are going on tiktok practicing witchcraft with no criticism. (Again, dont bully them either, my point is that if your set-in-stone values can be completely dropped within two years maybe you didn’t care about the plight of the jews as much as you implied)
#grrrr#taz#taz balance#discourse#antisemitism#Green Taako#jew blogging#longpost#i know things are still this dumb about other things#im hoping if I show how dumb that was in hindsight folks will not be dumb about other things now
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