#bayou witch

[nataliedecorsair]

Problem solving Heather style (without ruining her favorite dress)

A feminine urge to unite with otherworldly entities and get rid of the shackles of mortal flesh P.S. - pay attention to the frog

[pulpsandcomics2]

Bayou Witch

[theinvitedrider]

[onceinaknifetime]

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where i got the beautiful powerful banner

hi!! my name is wyck or francis!

i’m an artist, animator and writer, and i mostly make fandom, fandom AU or OC content.

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socials:

youtube

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other blogs:

@pelos-left-eyeball (shitposting blog)

@onceinaknifetime-oc-ask-blog (oc ask blog)

fandoms:

OFF

spooky month

gravity falls

the owl house

star vs the forces of evil

just roll with it (mainly blood in the bayou and the suckening)

mouthwashing

tadc (not the brainrot i swear 🙅🙅)

vocaloid

SCP

portal (,,2)

forager

welcome to hell

pressure

regretevator

sonic the hedgehog

spiderverse

OSC

arcane

pokémon

fnaf

bendy

undertale

deltarune

little witch academia

toilet bound hanako kun

forager

nimona

cookie run kingdom

i’m sure there’s many many more but i’m too tired to list them all rn

[killerkrokodil]

October Country, Where The River Runeth Red // Fireside, Singing Hymns Of The Dead

[adarkrainbow]

I just clicked what my favorite adaptation/version of Cinderella is. I mean, I kind of knew back then, but I didn't realize it because at the time Cinderella wasn't a story I was really interested about, and I hadn't gone into the entire Cinderella rabbit hole. But if you ask me what my favorite Cinderella retelling is, it is definitively the story of Emberella as presented by Terry Pratchett in his "Witches Abroad" novel.

Yes it is kind of a parody and deconstruction of the Cinderella story (and a quite excellent one at that), but it also works very well as its own fairytale - plus it literaly predicted/foresaw Disney's "The Princess and the Frog" 18 YEARS before the movie was released.... and while slapping so hard the face of the Disney company.

Yeah, Emberella is my favorite version of Cinderella.

[frostymossgoblin]

Sunlight on the swamps, Louisiana

[luvrlola]

where the moon shines

[thatmexisaurusrex]

A Meeting in the Bayou

Hey, people! This is for the @sambuckyhalloweenbingo for the prompt "Transformation". Enjoy! 🥰

A Meeting in the Bayou

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 1.7K |

Summary: Sam Wilson gets dared by his friends to hang out in the woods for ten minutes. There, he meets a mysterious young man.

Excerpt:

“Dare, huh?” asked Misty as she looked around for inspiration, taking a sip of her solo cup, “What about… the woods?” “The woods?” asked Sam, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah! The woods,” said Colleen, pointing her solo cup to the woods, “Ten minutes in the bayou, Sam.” “Sounds like the start of a horror film,” said Nat, shaking her head, “You can’t ask him to just walk into the woods.” “Hey. No. Dare is a dare. It’s not like I don’t know the woods next to my own house. It’s not even dark yet,” said Sam. There wasn’t really a fence between Sam’s backyard and the woods that backed up to his home. He spent most of his childhood exploring those woods with his siblings. He would be okay at the edge of the woods for ten minutes in broad daylight. “Better save me some of those cupcakes for when I return,” said Sam as he began walking to the tree line. “Will do!” yelled Misty as Sam made it into the woods.

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[lilystrations]

"Beware The Whispers"

I finally got around to some swampy murky goodness, and these oh so lovely bog ladies couldn't be happier about it. 🔥👀🔥

[vrcory-art]

New Orleans's famed Creole voodoo queen, Marie Laveau. She is here with her real-life pet snake Zombi, with voodoo dolls around her. Her likeness is based off a portrait that was painted after her death. She wears an alligator tooth necklace, and the Louisiana bayou is behind her. To watch step-by-step as I paint in the hazy bayou, please check out my new Youtube video, and share it with your friends!

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[theinvitedrider]

[alligatorhearts]

Animal Divinity in the Bayou

Cajun and Creole mysticism can both be traced, at least in part, to practices which heavily feature animals. The belief that the Earth and her creatures are all one can be found time and time again in many of the magical customs and communities which persist in Louisiana.

This is what my swampy animal messengers mean to me.

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DISCLAIMER: the following symbolism and associations stem largely from my own personal practice and do not necessarily represent any specific group or practice. I am from Louisiana and I actively work with and research practitioners and practices from here, but there is a great deal of magical diversity in the swamp. Some of these are also categories of animals and should be looked at as umbrella terms. Take what resonates and leave what does not. <3

ALLIGATORS: strength, power, maternal instincts, fertility, protection, sleeper build, queen, a period of rest, the underworld, dark internal energy, balance of dark and light

FROGS: movement especially of home or environment, sensitivity especially to light or emotional, baggage, music (as in a career or love for), luck, fortune, addiction, disregarding messages (being stubborn), friendly warning, new connections

LIZARDS: (especially when seen on and around front doors!) death (typically not literal but spiritual or circumstantial), family, kin, illness in the family, deception, hidden truth, an upcoming search for something, desperation, a call to intuitive practices, change in sibling dynamics

FISH: (specifically black water fish like gar, pirate perch, black bullhead, and flier) financial hardship, display, commiserating, incoming connection, encouragement, movement (esp spiritual, like enlightenment or persevering through difficult work), toughness, dawn, new beginnings, opportunity, community, found family

SHRIMP: childhood, knowledge, the feeling of being unseen and/or unheard, coziness, friendship, new friends, high intelligence, fear of intelligence, jealousy, exhaustion, isolation, bullying, misunderstandings

CRAWFISH: parties, tender love, the heart chakra, romance, passion, speaking (as in a career or a passion), opening up, exploring new things, getting unstuck, being pulled out of the mud, sweeping generalizations, spreading your light, telling your truth

MOSQUITOS: gossip, telling stories, tall tales, being watched, the devil (as in tarot), masculine energy, warning of a psychic vampire in your midst, fog, confusion, rain, loss, interruption

LOUP GAROU: trickery, illusions, light-heartedness, smiling and laughter, fear of the unknown, unwarranted fears, an indication to take a pause and reassess, masks, shiny objects, looking the wrong way, choosing the lesser of two evils, loudness, shrouded in darkness, mystery

Tell me what you think, and let me know what animal messengers have surprising associations where you're from!

[xhauntedchaos]

with: @inaducursehqstarters location: leaving the herb shop (french quarters)

yasmin had just left the herb shop before the lights went out . the lights turned off like a dominion effect ;; one by one before the bayou witch was left in the darkness . however , yamin had lived in new orleans all her life so she knew parts of the city like the back of her hand . " vis sera portus de la bête à moi . " she breathed , a simple spell that allowed her evergreen hues to see even during the darkest of nights . crossing the street yasmin went down the alleyway so she could take the back way home .

[swamp-gothic]

Southern Gothic

[cljordan-imperium]

Bayou Witches - 3

Heaven Shelby belongs to @call-sign-shark “Follow.”  Mel grinned, biting her lower lip as she beckoned Heaven with all the fingers on her right hand, backing towards the staircase to the lower floor from the doorway of the blonde's bedroom.  The women had ended up spending the day shopping in the nearest small town with Mel’s mom and sister, both named Marie, having fun and exploring all the little shops.  Heaven had thought the place reminded her of something out of one of those holiday TV movies that came to life, where everyone was super friendly and all had the most amazing accents.  Not to mention there were plenty of places selling delicious smelling treats that tasted even better.  Now she wondered what her new friend was up to, there was no missing the impish grin that lit up the brunette’s face, all the way to her oceanic blue eyes.

“What?”  Heaven started to reach for her sandals, when Mel rushed forward to grab her hand and pull her forward before she could. 

“Nope.  Tonight is barefoot.”  Mel’s grin grew.  “I promise you don’t have to worry about delicate feet at all.”

“Meeeelll…”  Heaven drew out her name as she started to follow, laughing and wondering what was in store.  

“Adoption ceremony time.”  Mel spun, her patchwork skirt flaring out in a wide circle around her as she did.  

“I’m sorry, what?” Heaven’s eyes went wide as Marie suddenly seemed to appear from nowhere and take one of her hands.

“You are now a bayou witch, child.  Come and meet your ancestors.  They have been waiting a long time for you to show up.”  Marie’s heavy Creole French accent made her words sound rich and aristocratic.  Her face though, it showed all the love a mother could have for a child as she gazed at Heaven and placed a kiss on her cheek.  “It is time you meet all of your family.”

Heaven watched Mel almost bound down the steps of the interior of the mansion with child-like enthusiasm, while Marie gently led her.  Marie II was a the bottom of the stairs waiting for her sister.  A tight hug was exchanged before Francois and Dontanion also stepped into view, hugs once more being exchanged.  Then the two sisters scampered off like children towards the back of the house.

“Do not worry about Arthur, he is in Alexander and Cade’s capable hands for the evening.  They are very familiar with how important family ceremonies are.”  Francois offered his arm to his new little sister.  The last time there was a new female LaVeau had been the birth of Melania.  They were rare.  Heaven would be the only adoption, and she would be just as loved as those born into the bloodline.

“Your brothers will escort you to the ceremony, child.  Welcome home, Heaven LaVeau-Shelby.  You will always have family in the Louisiana bayou.”  Marie kissed both Heaven’s cheeks before leaving her in Dontanion and Francois’ care.  She, like her daughters headed for the back of the mansion.

“Tonight, you will meet aunties, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews within the line of the LaVeaus.  Then you’ll meet the ancestors.  No one tonight will mean you harm. We perform the same ceremony when there is a birth only then the baby is carried by its parents, you get escorts.” Dontanion explained in his accent that mirrored his mother’s.

Heaven was led across the back lawn of the mansion towards the bayou.  She could see a golden glow within the cypress trees that hung with Spanish moss and the low mangroves that were dotted among them.  As they drew nearer, she could hear the beat of the drums, and words in a language that she didn’t understand.  The closer they got, it was no longer discernible whether the singing was coming from in front of them, or from all around them.  It was as if the ancient cypress were singing themselves, the drumming coming from inside them.  The firelight made the shadows cast by the spanish moss to make the trees look alive.  It was like the entire bayou was welcoming Heaven home, and in a way it was.

Finally, they were close enough that Heaven could see the circle.  In the center was a bonfire, the wood piled so it was highest in the center.  Around that danced all of the females of the family.  Long skirts that brushed the ground, and like Melania’s, they all flared out when they spun.  Behind them were the males and the drums of all kinds.  Some were small enough to be carried, while others had to be placed and the drummer stood behind.  It was a sight unlike anything that Heaven had ever seen before.

When the three reached the edge of the firelight, everyone fell silent.  Marie came to the front, her rosary in one hand, her small staff with a silver head in the form of Baron Samedi in the other.  Twirling her rosary and moving the staff in a rhythm, she began to do a chant in the same language that Heaven had heard as they’d approached.  One of the drummers with a drum came forward to match the rhythm that she was indicating.  After two times through whatever incantation that Marie was doing, the other women and girls joined in.  There was also an intricate kind of line dance that the women did as they moved around the fire, making sure their skirts did not get too close to it. It started slow at first, then slowly began to increase in speed, but the rhythm stayed the same.

As Heaven watched and listened to the beautiful song, she started to notice what she thought were shadows moving across the waters of the bayou at first.  Later, she realized that it was the spirits coming out of the bayou and joining in the movements with the members of the LaVeau family. The spirits each carried a candle, a yellow flame atop each one.  Their voices echoed like soft breezes through the leaves of the trees as they joined in with the living LaVeaus.  Over 300 years of family came together to welcome their newest member to the fold.  The love almost palpable in the air as the members of the family, both living and passed on, now surrounding her in a circle.  It was a ritual that had been performed countless times over the centuries and would be performed  countless more in the future.

See blood did not make one a LaVeau, it was more than that.  Amongst those, living and dead, that were in  the bayou that night, there was an energy, a presence, in the very soul, the very being, that tied them all together.  It was a bond that even death could not break and  distance could not thin.  Time did not diminish, and the more members that came into the fold, the greater it grew.  Love is what made one a LaVeau and once you were one, all of those who came before and after accepted you without hesitation and loved without reservation.  Never, no matter where you were in the world, would you walk alone, because your ancestors would walk alongside you.  Tonight, Heaven became a LaVeau, and forever more she would be one and get to experience everything that came along with it.

@blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior @dreaminggoblin @toribookworm22 @korblez @aziz-reads @evita-shelby @call-sign-shark @cillmequick @raincoffeeandfandoms @spookyceph