#don't insult the witch

[tragicc]

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[sporadicarbitergardener]

German Witch Trials.

I have German in my blood so for next three years I am letting my hair grow naturally while collecting information and ingredients while studying spell work again. A witches real power as well comes from her hair as well because it holds Wisdom as the book of Proverbs says with the scrolls written by Kind Soloman son of King David.

What are the names of the German witch trials? Würzburg witch trials - Wikipedia The Würzburg witch trials were among the largest Witch trials in the Early Modern period: the series was one of the four largest in Germany along with the Trier witch trials, the Fulda witch trials, and the Bamberg witch trials.

This is witch history I am putting on my blog because its in my blood as well, also biggest rule in witch craft. It you don't want to open portals or doors to evil things. Don't use blood. It seals and creates a bond you can't get away from and energy is big in this field of magic no matter what anyone says.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

don't insult the witch

[vamprisms]

if you accuse my art of being ai i am blocking you lol

[iamhereinthebg]

This may be a strange question but have you ever been bullied in the tbhk fandom? I am having a hard time here

Heya no worries at all for the question! This is an important thing and if you needed to have a place to say it I am happy you did!

I really hope people will be nicer to you :// There is never a good reason for bullying unfortunately it happens a lot on internet QvQ my only advice would be to block those people and/or delete anonymous asks for a while if people are just putting stuff as anonymous :///

To answer your questions, idk if it counts as bullying but I was the target of some stuff like that yep, and tbh I don't really know why. People can have the opinions they want but I will be honest in the tbhk fandom you like a character or a ship that is not 'what everyone in the fandom should like' and people start menacing you for no reason.

A lot of people in this fandom are kids who sometimes don't get what insulting people do. (and not only kids but it is one of the reason, I feel like a lot don't have 'internet basis' like not saying everything about yourself on twitter help.)

Which is also one of the reason I am taking my distances with anyone in this fandom because I had too many unwanted stuff like when I was just trying to be nice and answer messages. It's not because we are in the same fandom that we are bffs.

This is sad to say but yes I don't think you can just have fun 'fun' in this fandom anymore, people will make sure you have a hard time for no reason and honestly I am tired of people who are unable to understand that we aren't just bots on the internet and that Surprise! people have feelings wow

I hope you will be better but don't hesitate to take some time off the fandom a bit ^^ I am being overly dramatic here because I had some bad experiences (I've been in the fandom since the start of 2020 so welp) but a lot of people are really nice and I am sure you can make some friends too ^^ (I did too! even if a lot aren't in the fandom anymore, it's nice seeing mutuals from far away doing their lives)

[kin-tournament]

Round 3 Match 3

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

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[darkcrowprincess]

I wonder if there's magic in books, in words, in quotes and songs? In feelings and thoughts? I wonder if there's magic in anything if you think about it deeply. Isn't magic just a form of science you don't understand yet? We call something magic because we don't understand how it works. Or where it comes from. So isn't there magic in the world? In space? In the ocean? In the human brain? So many things we fully don't understand yet and may not in our life times. It makes all the bad things seem so small and all the horrible bad people seems so insignificant. Heck we were created in a supernova from a dying star? We are all made from stardust? Isn't that kind of magical in a way too?

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you!)

[missallanea-archive]

@heartheaded: "Oh--Are you visiting the club? That's fantastic! There... aren't a lot of us, but I'll definitely take this as a good sign." (for tabitha, because i think two supernatural hunting girls in their van with a pending dog is a great meet for Kate <;3)

The weird happenings in small towns were basically her bread and butter, but even Tabitha didn't think that the whispers she'd heard while passing through Arcadia Bay were anything worth investigating. They'd only really stopped because Vanessa needed time to work on the van, and stopping off for a few days in a motel now and again was good for their backs. Leaving Van behind, she'd wandered toward the rumor mill itself: a prestigious art and sciences school that shone like a beacon.

It reminded her of her own high school years, though she had to hope none of the students attending were going through the sorts of things she had, the sorts of things that left a dark spot on one's soul.

A voice speaking up breaks Tab out of her thoughts, turning to look in the girl's direction with a smile. Had she wandered into something that was exclusive, or private...? If she had, the girl didn't seem put off by her presence there.

"A good sign...? Well, I don't think I've ever been called that before, but I'll certainly take it."

[minatalks]

ame in this ep!! every time she had a conversation with someone i had a visceral reaction. the culture clash is so interesting and fun. like yeah i'd almost cry too if i was raised by grandmother wren in a small village honoring community and connections and heard the devastating way these people think of themselves and each other

[missallanea-aa]

@anonymous : 😶 + What was so bad about the coven you joined? (Tabitha)

"...There are certain... tenets, that one should expect to follow when you join a coven. They change, depending on the group and the person, but at their core there is a belief : An ye harm none, do what ye will. It essentially means... as long as you aren't hurting anyone, do as you wish."

Tabitha fidgets with her bracelet, seeming to those who might know her a bit more anxious than she usually allowed herself to show. "The coven I joined... didn't abide by the Rede. Or... by any laws, except their own. They saw no problem in hurting people if it was in their pursuit of... higher knowledge and gaining power. The things I did with them have... left their marks on my soul. Things I will never wash away. Things I can never take back."

send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse will answer

[sporadicarbitergardener]

I did a blood ritual August 7, 2023 then after saw a light. It makes sense as well because it did this.

Blood rituals often involve a symbolic death and rebirth, as literal bodily birth involves bleeding. Blood is typically seen as very powerful, and sometimes as unclean. Blood sacrifice is sometimes considered by the practitioners of prayer, ritual magic, and spell casting to intensify the power of such activities.

I DO NOT RECOMMEND DOING BLOOD MAGIC BECAUSE NOW I AM ACCIDENTALLY SPIRIT BOUNDED TO SOMEONE FOR YEARS.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Eldritch Horror! Konig with a Witch! Reader who accidentally summoned him and now has no idea how to get rid of the large shadow monster desperate to mate.

You needed a familiar. A bat, or, maybe, a cute black cat that would drag your ingredients from the top shelve and deliver mail. You needed some company, something cute and weak - and you prepared for the ritual, cut a bit of your arm to get the blood out, put some of the tea leaves in the cauldron, waiting for the creature summoned. The book you used for the incantation was just a tad bit weird and old, but almost all witch books are - it's not like you have a lot of options here, unfortunately.

The cauldron went into smoke, then - into boiling. You thought it was a good sign, the magic slowly activating as your powers drained to call for someone cute, someone magical and obedient, someone... There is a tentacle poking out of the cauldron. An octopus familiar, huh...you weren't too disappointed, but it wasn't ideal, either. Maybe if could turn the tentacles in a pretty pink color, or if you could exchange it for something fluffy and adorable or- It's a man. Well, sort off. It's a man, and it sets off your alarms - literally and figuratively. Human-like familiars are almost all demons, and demons as familiar is bad news. You aren't even remotely strong enough to contain someone as strong as him, and with the energy that envelops him as he slowly moves out o the cauldron, too small for his tall, muscular and dangerously beautiful body, you know you're fucked. It's safe to say that you're familiar now. With Konig not being bond by a summoning ritual - he is far too strong for that - you think that the only reason he didn't kill you, a dumb and arrogant witch trying to contain him - is only because he latched on you as his personal breeder. He mated you, the first thing he did after pushing you onto your bed and taking you raw, like the helpless thing you are, and then softly spoke some words in a dead, eldritch language that you don't understand. Then he mated you again and again until you felt nothing but throbbing between your legs and pumps of pleasure as the eggs slowly filled your womb. He brought you some food after - you think it's his way of caring for his mate. He also called you a dumb, arrogant and weak thing, and then something in his language again, that was probably yet another insult.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Set after s2. . .in the cafeteria:

Asshole jock: Hey, Harrington, you might want to get your moles checked. . .I think you might be turning into a witch! *laughs*

Steve: And if you're not careful, your dick will get smaller if you take any more steriods. . . Oop, too late. . .and really witch jokes? That's the best you can come up with? You know, if you're going to try and insult me, at least come up with something creative. . .well?. . . I'm waiting. . .

Jock:

Steve: Yeah, that's what I thought. . .You know what witches have that you don't? . . . Fucking magic. . . I can't believe you thought that was an insult.

Eddie: *who witnessed the entire thing* Fuck me.

[aennasan]

World Burn (Sylus x Witch!Reader)

Synopsis: The hero sacrificed you for his dreams.

divider: @/rookthornesartistry

a/n: I was listening to Let the World Burn and I thought Sylus was hot.

“Her. I want her.” Sylus declared as he stood in front of the barely alive hero. His voice booming, intensifying the already scorching fire surrounding them. The orange and red embers flickering and dancing, as if mocking. He could have sworn he could hear their spirits laughing, evil, and insulting. 

The hero’s once divine visage, full of its glory, is now weakened, bleeding and in pain, kneeling, having no more strength to stand. His right arm was tilted in an awkward angle, broken and unusable. He couldn't even lift his prestigious sword, which he swore he would use to protect the world and slay the villain.

The hero's party failed to kill the villain. They were ambushed, and killed. Most of them died. Except the hero himself and the blood witch. 

“If you give her to me I will stop this madness, as you called it.” He paused, contemplating. “You will get back to your king, and claim your title as hero. I will even promise to pretend to be slain and you can get your glory back.” 

Sylus stared down at the hero. He cannot help but grin, on the way he saw a glimpse and glimmer of hope in those dark orbs of whom they claimed as righteous. 

How pathetic and simple. 

“No! Don't listen to him. The villain plays games in people’s minds. You already are a hero!” The blood witch disputed, pale as a ghost she yelled, drained of magic and power. 

He chuckled, stomach fluttering on how adorable she looks. She never changed. Still the weakest on discerning the character of allies she puts her trust into. Spectacles broken and cracked. He worries that the glass shards will get to her beautiful brown eyes. 

The blood witch and hero are childhood friends. She was scorned and isolated by the town since they do not understand the power she yields. She takes lives to heal. She derives her power from life, and so she was always surrounded by death. 

Yet, in the hero’s eyes, he saw potential. A friend, a tool, to whom he can take a journey together and help him achieve his dream as a hero. 

She is loyal to him. He is loyal to his dream. 

The hero wasn't looking at the blood witch. In fact, Sylus already knew that the hero decided on what path he would walk through. 

Sylus understood why. 

Although, he knew that the hero is a pathetic and weak minded fool. What the blood witch had done is terrifying, even for his clan.

The hero died. But using her power and the bodies of their party members, she revived him back. It was black magic. Taboo and frightening. 

The hero who was revived, had heard the voices and screams of their party members who were used to giving him life. They scream justice, and he watches with a smile how the hero’s mind breaks down and lets go of his strongest ally. 

“You…You promise to do that?” The hero opened his mouth to speak. His voice croaked and sickly. 

“I do not lie.” Sylus assured. 

“How can I trust you to follow on your promise?” The hero asked again.

“The promise using blood cannot be broken.” The villain grinned. 

“Wha- What are you doing?” The blood witch was taken aback. Finally realizing that the hero would sacrifice everything for his plans and glory. 

Before the witch could stand and stop them, Sylus cut his palm open, and did the same to the hero. The hero hissed in pain. Before he can protest, he clutches their hand to his, and uses his power to seal his promise to the hero. 

There was a light, dark, red and murky, surrounding the hero and the villain, until it exploded. The witch was shocked and fell to the ground. She closed her eyes, frightened. 

When she finally decided to open her eyes. There was only the villain named Sylus in front of her. The hero, her friend, is nowhere in sight.

“What have you done to him?” She accused him. Her breathing was ragged. Her face devoid of color, contorted in anger. 

“I fulfilled our promise. You can feel it, right? He is still alive…. and safe.” He stated as a matter of fact. Dragging the word “safe” before offering a Cheshire grin. 

Slowly he walked towards her. 

“He…No…No..No, he will not abandon me. The hero is my friend.” Her eyes were wild, as she nodded profusely, trying to convince herself that she wasn't abandoned and left as a sacrifice. 

He could smell the fear and pain of betrayal coming off her. Her fears are delicious but the smell of betrayal he despises. 

Sylus knew about her. In truth, they were more than acquaintances. He met her when he was just born and knew nothing of his ultimate purpose. He was sickly. And she didn't hesitate to take care of him.

The truth is he was the reason why they found out about her power. She healed him despite knowing the consequences. Her naivety, warmth, kindness, and beauty is her unbecoming. 

He always thought her resolve that fateful day was magnificent and beautiful. 

He had devoid himself of feeling. But he cannot stop the swell of pride in his chest. Finally, she is with him. 

It took a lot. Even of him becoming the villain, just so he could have her. 

He crouched down in front of her, excited to see her face up close. By now, she stopped mumbling and blaming herself. 

Sylus thought he would see her the same. It was a simple breaking. Nothing to the extreme like he usually does. So he was surprised, then angered, when he saw the look on your face. 

Your eyes were devoid of life. Cheeks stained with tears. Mouth trembling. You felt betrayed and miserable. 

He is trembling with an unknown feeling of rage.

“My dear dove, you must dry those tears.” He consoles, using his thumbs to remove the fat tears running down her cheeks. She feels cold, like a corpse. She must have exhausted everything just to save an ungrateful dear friend. 

“Do not cry for I will make him pay the price of betraying you.” Titling his head to the side, he used his right hand to cup her face and gently help her face him. He gave her a gentle smile.

“What? But he did what you asked him to do. He surrendered me to you.” Her frown was weak. Her will is still not back, but he was glad that she was curious enough to ask him a question. It means, he did not break her fully.

“Yes. But I never promised not to turn his beloved town to ashes, noh? What kind of villain am I if I would just let your traitor, along with the people who scorned you, and called you names scotch free? They say for heroes to be great, they need to be orphaned.” He spoke and beamed at her. Like an innocent little boy, who did not just promise to kill hundreds of people for her. To sully their hands to revenge for her.

It was by then, she finally looked at him. She watches as the flames reflect on his eyes. It swallows everything on its path with no mercy or thought. 

She shivered, realizing the inevitable.