#deadwitch

[julietwydellmakes]

Professor Marvel is out right now, discovering the crown heads of Europe. However he won't mind if you have a snoop around. 😉 Link in my Bio to the YouTube videos and my Etsy Shop, where both my Doll Houses are for sale. . . . . . . . . #wizardofoz #professormarvel #oz #deadwitch #witchesofinstagram #witchesofinstagram #wicca #dollhouse #dollhouseminiatures #abandonedminiatures #abandonedbuilding #abandonedhouse #urbex #12thscale #pagansofinstagram #darksouls #creepyvibes #creepyart #dollshouseforsale #dollshouse #attic #gothic #gothicaesthetic (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRwS20xMH1A/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[johncon]

Oooh witchingstar is so good

Uhhhh next isssss crimson

Redwitch.

Oh but that could be wade too

Wade is deadwitch.

(drop the list of ppl u want ship names with pookie plssss)

@crimsonknightly @wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer Our ship names. ^ As for others, I've got Kyle, Circus Dick, and- why not officialnightwing Dick as well, for fun.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: The Youngest of the Choir

Author: GeraniumSky

Artist: Aceriee

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore Briefly mentioned past Dean/other

Length: 40000

Warnings: Canon typical horror (including child harm) Alcohol use

Tags: AU - Fantasy John Winchester’s A+ Parenting Presumed deadWitch Sam

Posting Date: October 17, 2023

Summary: A thousand years ago the Lightbringer duped the Shield into creating the Twisted Gate. After two or three generations' respite, the gate opens yet again and spews more monsters into the world. The next onslaught is coming and Dean is ready to help defend his little town of Whitehill. More hunters are always needed and when Cas Novak decides that Whitehill is as good a place as any to make a stand, he’s welcomed and especially by Dean.   But Cas Novak is keeping unimaginable secrets. He wants to shut the gate - but what sort of being has the power to do that? And why are Sam and Dean Winchester crucial to his plan?

Excerpt: Cas stood in the center of the fire, and his eyes were barely less aflame in anger than the circle around him. His fists were clenched, and he glared at them all, and he said not a word, not even to protest. “Bobby!” Dean tried again, but Bobby only made a quelling gesture with his hand – ‘Shut up, boy’ clear as any words, and stepped forward to face Cas across the fire.   “Who are you?”   Cas’s lips thinned, pressed hard in silence, and Dean’s gut swooped in unexpected fear. Cas was fighting the truth spell, fighting it hard.    “Tell me who you are,” Bobby repeated. “Tell me what you are.” He looked grieved.   Sam’s face told the same story, but anger was settling there too.  “Who are you?” he asked, witch-voiced and resonant. Jess joined in, her voice deepening with power.   Cas bent his head, his shoulders hunched and his eyes screwed shut in effort. The smithy was filled with a presence, a threatening sense of power that Dean remembered all too well from that room where Sam had lain dying.   Cas groaned out, “Stop this! Stop, you don’t understand…”    Dean understood all too well. The man that he’d fought alongside, and laughed and loved with the past six months, had been a lie. “Who the hell are you?” Dean shouted. “What are you?”   Cas’s head shot up, his eyes glassy and wide. “I’m Castiel,” he said. “Called Shield, called the gate-maker, messenger, youngest of the choir, the last note of the first song.” With that astounding claim, his eyes cleared, and his hands grabbed at the chain; Sam cried out in disbelief and alarm. Someone, something, with a truth chain around their neck shouldn’t be able to touch it, it was the very nature of the spell. Cas pulled at the chain and it broke with the ease of rotten thread. Some of the amulets flashed, and Cas flicked molten metal from his fingers the way Dean might shake off water after he’d washed his hands.   “You’re claimin’ to be an angel?” Bobby croaked out.   The smithy air felt like a thunderhead – looming, dark, despite the daylight outside. Cas straightened his shoulders, like a man shucking off a heavy pack. From behind him, the shadows of huge wings unfurled. They seemed to suck all the firelight in the room to them, including the flames of the circle. It was almost too dark to see, and there was a faint but piercing sound in the room, like the tone made by striking a bell – but it didn’t fade into silence, but instead sang on, unearthly and unnerving.   “It’s no claim, but fact,” Cas – no, not Cas, Castiel – said in his rough, human voice. “And you fools may have ruined everything.”

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[oscars-dumbass-central]

Fears

Part two in the Deathwitch, Dead Witch series

One. Two. Three. Scott opened his eyes and paused when he saw what was in front of him. /or, Scott is forced to face his worst fear and I spent a lot of time describing decomposition (and also Scott stares at Joey's lips for a while)

Words: 1188

( Masterpost | Deathwitch, Deadwitch )

One. Two. Three. 

Scott opened his eyes and paused when he saw what was in front of him. It was an ornate dark wood mirror with a heavy velvet cloth covering it. This trial was supposed to show their fear, and his was a covered mirror? A soft murmur from the crowd finally snapped him out of the stillness and he walked towards it a bit too slowly that he should’ve. His hand shook as he gripped the fabric under his fingers, the fibres soft and plush and it reminded him vaguely of the curtains back at what had once been his home. 

No. He couldn’t think about that now, he shouldn’t think about some place which had never truly been home. Gripping the fabric tighter he watched it bunch up under his palm and in one fluid movement he pulled it, watching as it pooled into a puddle of shadow at his feet. At first his reflection seemed normal, the pale skin and bright green eyes that he saw in his own mirror each day. 

But only at first. 

He blinked and suddenly the warmth that was in his skin had seemingly been stolen by the air itself. Dark circles ringed his eyes and his cheeks were sunken in, his skin taking on a pallid tone. His eyes themself were faded, cloudy white covering the bright green. That was when the whispers started, but when he glanced away they disappeared. 

And when he looked back at the mirror the sight was worse. 

A cut had opened up on his cheek, dark red blood clumping together and staining his skin a deep muddy brown. Reaching up, his fingers brushed against his cheek, it was smooth, no cut was there. The mirror was just an illusion and he knew that. But the whispers had returned, just quiet enough that he couldn’t pick up on who was saying them or what they were saying. 

He turned sharply away from the mirror, his gaze latching onto someone else’s and it took a moment for him to realise that it was Joey’s. His eyebrows were furrowed together and lips parted in concern. The whispers had disappeared too. Some part of him told himself that he didn’t have to look back at the curséd mirror, that he could keep staring at Joey, and how he would bite down on the corner of his mouth when nervous, how there was a stray piece of hair that's fallen down into his face. He wanted to reach out and brush it away. But he couldn’t right now, he had to turn back. 

Scott didn’t want to look back at the mirror, he knew what would face him if he did. Glancing once more around the room and at the people standing silently around him, he faced the mirror and once more froze seeing what faced him. 

It was him, of a sort. The cut on his cheek had festered, small holes from where flies had laid their eggs spotted the ridge of his cheek and one plump maggot was resting on his lower jawbone. But the cheek itself? It was entirely gone, leaving nothing but an empty hole showing his chipped and yellowed teeth and a half-maggot eaten tongue. He could’ve reached through and poked the inside of the opposite cheek. 

His eyes had entirely fogged over, barely a hint of green beneath the pale white fog. One of them was completely gone, red tendrils of nerves hanging down from the bloody eye socket. There were scratches around the skin, some deep enough to show the bone already bleached white from the sun, from whatever animal had eaten it. He wondered why it didn’t go for the other one. 

He reached a single hand up, feeling over his intact face, but in the mirror he saw as the hand of a corpse reached up. Three of the fingers were missing, partially eaten by another animal, the stark white bones sticking out from the flesh. All that was left was a pointer finger and his thumb, both bloated from decomposition, purple bruises covering part of his palm showing where the blood had pooled. 

The whispers were even louder now, muffled laughter mixed in with them. Squeezing his eyes shut, Scott focused on the steady rhythm of his heart inside his chest. That was still something he had, some part of him that gave him the miniscule hope that he was human still in some small way. But the whispers were even louder. A half dozen voices layered over each other, he could pick out particular speakers and people, but all the words were mixed together into static that his brain filled in for him. 

Monster. 

Liar. 

Thing. 

Zombie. 

His brain repeated over and over again as the whispers became a cacophony of yells and jeers and insults. All screaming the same word. Zombie. He was a monster, a thing for mothers to warn their children about, something to fear and to run away from, something that was weak and shambling and easy to kill. 

Suddenly a hand seemed to slam down onto his shoulder and a calm and steady voice spoke up, cutting through the noise. “Scott,” Cleo spoke, her voice cold and sharp but something he could keep hold off as the screams that once were whispers continued. “Can you hear me?” He nodded quietly, trying to focus on the heavy weight of their cold hand on his shoulder. 

“Okay, that’s good,” She squeezed his shoulder firmly as another hand reached out to intertwine with his. “Do you think you can move right now?” They asked, their voice steady. Nodding, Scott took one half-step forward, his foot barely leaving the floor as he stumbled, but Cleo caught him. Their arms wrapped around his body, firm and heavy and grounding. “Just lean on me, okay?” 

Focusing on her arms, he took another step forward. He leant against them the entire time, one hand tangled up in their heavy skirts and the other clutching desperately at their arm. His nails dug in deep to their cold flesh, if it was anyone else blood would’ve welled up in the crescent moon cups, but it was Cleo. 

She was like him. 

She wasn’t a monster. 

So why would he be? 

Scott felt hot tears dripping down his face and in a jolt of panic he opened his eyes, stumbling and catching himself on the doorway. He reached a hand up to his face and quietly stared at the mixture of makeup and tears which coated his fingers. Fuck. 

“Scott?” Cleo asked, a bit softer this time as she reached her hand out and placed it on his shoulder. “Are you okay?” 

Flinching away, he stepped away down a few steps. “Don’t,” he managed to stay as he stepped down another couple of the cold stone steps, his back pressed against the cold metal railing. “I- I have to go,” he said before turning on his heel and half-sprinting half-falling down the stairs. He crashed heavily into the wooden door, forcing it open and into the warmth of the afternoon sunlight.  

[nightfurii929]

I am definitely not disappointed with the face paint I recently got! 🎉🙌🏻 I got to play with #makeup and that’s always super entertaining. Cleaning all the brushes and giving myself a fresh face afterwards was what took the longest. 🥵😅Lol (this look was inspired by browsing online. I kind of took a couple different looks and meshed them together) ☺️#halloweenmakeup #halloweenlook #ucanbecosmetics #ucanbe #ucanbemakeup #katvondbeauty #spirithalloween #jamescharlespalette #selfie #morphexjamescharles #deadwitch #jamescharlesxmorphe #witch #spookyseason #sillyfaces #urbandecayelectricpalette #electricpalette #urbandecay #makeuptrial #girlsjustwannahavefun #photosesh https://www.instagram.com/p/CVeNzWyNKl1/?utm_medium=tumblr

[loll3]

✦ #INKTOBER2019 • day 14 • Dead Witch ✦ 🖤💀✨ - - - the Coven is growing! you can find all my witches till now (+ an old man portrait ��) here 👉🏻 #theOctobercoven * :･ﾟ✧ what's your fav so far? - - - - - #witch #shoes #auraboots #october #coven #illustration #inkonpaper #art #inktober #magical #witchy #deadwitch #dingdongthewitchisdead https://www.instagram.com/p/B3mNtNRoVi_/?igshid=4inj33s7oo0r

[imasyd]

I can cover each of these with my index finger

[theredwidows]

@deadwitchesofficial #deadwitches #gig #revslife #mojofuzz #london #doom #bordeline @heavypsychsounds_records #heavypsychsounds (at Borderline) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuO0Rs5FXLl5UAmUvV-aeNuIRHW2KdDgDdqyuA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19a90yegrpbpl

[voidrots]

olive deadwitch 🔮 $15 🔮 paypal/cashapp/venmo ok

SOLD!! @asktrolls

hiiii it’s been a hot minute !! have Them

rules under cut! dm 2 buy <3

:readmore:

ill dm the transparent to u upon payment

small changes are ok

don’t resell for more than you bought unless you bought extra art pls

credit me for the design! my toyhouse is slurmware

tag me in ur first drawing of em!!

[heavyritualrecords-blog]

Sludge, Drone and Doom records back in stock #Nails - You Will Never Be One Of Us LP vinyl #Eyehategod - Dopesick LP vinyl #CorrosionofConformity - America's Volume Dealer 2LP vinyl - In The Arms of God 2LP vinyl #DylanCarlson and #TheBug - Concrete Desert 2LP vinyl + download #TheBody - No One Deserves Happiness 2LP vinyl + slipmat #Mantar - Ode to the Flame LP vinyl #DeadWitches - Self Titled LP Purple vinyl #heavyritualrecords #vinyl #records #doom #sludge #drone

[julietwydellmakes]

Morning from The Dead Witches House. The Haunting in the Mirror and Everything Collecting Dust. House is currently for sale. DM me for info 🏚️🖤🕸️🧙 Check out the video on my YouTube channel. Link in Bio. . . . . . . . . #deadwitch #witch #witchesofinstagram #witchyvibes #urbex #urbexphotography #abandonedhouse #haunted #hauntedhouse #explorer #ghost #morning #dollhouse #dollshouse #miniatures #miniature #mondaymadness #monday #hauntedmirror #bedroom #dollshouseforsale #daily #dailymini #abandoned #photographer #creepy #halloween #12thscale #mini (at Kent, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPP16Yvh3o4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[big-al-666-blog]

Dead Witches - The Final Exorcism “Goddess of the Night” @heavypsychsounds_records (22 February 2019) - Neon Green on Green Splatter LTD 250 - HeavyPsychSoundsRecords.Bandcamp.com HeavyPsychSounds.com @deadwitchesofficial - Don’t forget to check in with AllThatIsHeavy.com for all your Music & Merch needs! Use code “DoomWorship” at checkout for 10% off your in-stock Vinyl, CD’s, and Cassettes purchase (excluding clearance and pre-orders. @allthatisheavy - Hail Satan, Worship Doom! -Big Al - #doom #doomworship #stonerdoom #occult #deadwitches #ouija #horror #horrordoom #vinyl #witches #witchcraft #witchesofinstagram #keepthemetaloutofdoom #vinylrecords #weedian #alldoommatters #vinylcollection #vinylporn #vinyladdict #vinylcommunity #vinyljunkie #vinyligclub @mark.greening @oliverirongiant @soozi_chameleone @carl_geary (at The Fiery Gates Of Hell) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuKxAmZltZn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1914dt1jbwq8z

[undeadwicchan]

Pfft who need levels when you have skill.

And yes DeadWitch is my alt.

[ronevansrealtor]

Fright! Scared her stiff. #skeleton #witch #halloween #deadwitch #bones #realtor #realtorlife #instagood (at Kaufman Evans Homes) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo7vw3qHsF5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1obsdb2tfy4zp

[laluna-tic]

Inktober Day 9! Woooo! Today we have a dead or sort of undead like witch lol I don’t know the image was in my head and I just do what the ideas tell me to do as best I can lol But she’s within theme and relating to the idea of the month so like still yay! XD Enjoy!! 🖤 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #art #anime #drawing #doodle #sketch #ink #pen #inktober #inktober2018 #witch #spooky #dead #halloween #halloween2018 #spookywitch #deadwitch #salem #salemwitchtrials #death #goth #creepy #weird #spoopy #illustration #illustrator #femaleart #femaleartist #girl #girlpower #day9 #inktoberday9 #modokufeature https://www.instagram.com/p/Bot_OtsHs0V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=emg8xoqur9sw

[kquercio]

Ding dong, C.S.I Portland. #samsunggalaxys6 #wickedwitchofthewest #deadwitch #thewizardofoz #dingdongthewitchisdead #portland #portlandhumor #csiportland #csi #humor #outforawalk #pdxpeople #portlandcreatives @portlandpdxpeople @portlandcreatives #kquerciophotos (at Portland, Oregon)