#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.

[vamprisms]

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

[ultrameganicolaokay]

don't insult the witch

[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

[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.

[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

[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.

[ventique18]

THEY CAN'T FIND LILIA!!! OMG HE'S TRAPPED UNDER MALLEUS' FEET

Silver: "FATHER! PLEASE WAKE UP!"

Lilia: "Snrrk, mimimi"

😭 jfc lilia vanrouge

Vargas is trying to save them, but gets blown away by Malleus' flames. Kalim shot by to get Vargas to the doctor, and since the carpet could only carry so much, he's unable to evacuate Yuu too.

Yuu: "Please prioritize the injured!"

Sebek: "Guh, there's no way we can win..!"

Grim: "What the hell are you saying now?!"

Sebek: "Look, those obsidian scales, horns that pierce the heavens... Truly, he is the second coming of the legendary Witch of Thorns herself!!"

Sebek: "Compared to the light of Malleus-sama, we are naught but dust. It was utter foolishness of us to even think of standing against a King..!"

Silver: "Sebek! Get a hold of yourself! Have you forgotten the promise you made in our dream?!"

Sebek: "But... But..!"

ADEUCE JUMPS HIM LMFAOOOO

Sebek: "You, you bastards! What are you doing?!"

They start insulting him and demanding where the hell the arrogant Sebek went LMFAO.

Deuce: "Haven't you been fighting all along for this moment?"

Ace: "Now it's your turn to get a shot at it. Go get 'em, Sebek!"

Sebek: "... My... turn..."

Yuu: "It may be terrifying, but we'll stand together!"

Sebek: "... You lot, don't have to tell me what to do..!!!!!"

FIRST YEAR POWER OF FRIENDSHIP RRRRAAAAAAH!!!

[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.

[ldrfanatic]

hurry up and wait

theodore nott x fem!gryff!granger!reader

synopsis - when your sister leaves during her 7th year to help harry hunt horcruxes, you're left to fend for yourself.

hi! so, mattheo is not in this fic but I did include Lorenzo. I just think since this one is following a little closer to the original storyline, he'd be a little harder to work into it.

song: look after you by the fray

"Hermione, please."

You clung to your older sister as both of you shook with tears. She was only a year older than you but you'd always been inseparable growing up. And then when you both found out you were witches together, you spent years running around Hogwarts together.

But Hermione fell into a different crowd than you. She was friends with Harry Potter whereas you preferred to fill your time with Ginny and Neville. And now, she Harry and Ron were all running off to hunt horcruxes leaving you and Ginny here to fend for yourselves.

"No, Y/n. I can't stay here. And you shouldn't either. Don't come back to Hogwarts next year."

Except you couldn't leave. Hogwarts was your home, and someone had to defend it now that Harry was running after another Dumbledore pipe dream.

The months after she left passed quickly and before you knew it, the time had come to return to Hogwarts. It was clear even before Death Eaters raided the train looking for Harry that this year would be different than before.

You were leaving Dark Arts, a class so "graciously" taught by the Carrows when you heard silent crying. The rest of the class fled immediately, but you'd stayed behind in the hall to comfort a first year. You felt your face stinging from the hexes that you'd received during the last class.

The Carrows saw fit to hex anyone who refused to use the Cruciatus curse on the Gryffindor first years. Seeing as you were already living a nightmare for just being Hermione Granger's sister, a few more hexes seemed worth it to spare an innocent first year.

As you approached the sound, it seemed to be the cries of an older boy. You'd expected it to be a scared younger kid however when you turned the corner you were shockingly greeted with the face of Theodore Nott.

You didn't much interact with Nott and you knew very little about him aside from the fact that he was a Slytherin in your sister's year, and he was beyond exceptional at Potions having received an "Outstanding" on his O.W.L.'s their fifth year.

"H-Hello?"

You spoke softly as you sat on the ledge of the arch next to him. Rain was pouring gently over the courtyard. You'd always loved the smell of rain. And despite his known associations, you oddly felt at peace next to him.

"Go away Mudblood."

He spat the words at you as he wiped furiously at his face but there was no real malice behind the insult. And anyhow, you'd always been a god-awful listener.

Almost immediately following the insult, he recoiled. A look of disgust covered his face but he didn't look disgusted at you. No. He almost looked disgusted at... himself?

"Sorry," He trailed his words as if debating if he should continue or not. His jaw clenched and unclenched a few times before he finally released a humorless and breathy laugh. "My mother would hate the man I am today. She didn't believe in all this blood prejudice."

"That's why your father..." Now you were the one to trail off. And you were certain you didn't need to and should definitely not finish that sentence. It was a well known fact in the wizarding world that Cantankerous Nott murdered his beautiful wife Isadora Nott. And he spent years in Azkaban for it. That is, until he was broken out of prison with the rest of Voldemort's followers.

Only, Nott didn't look the least bit upset at you. He stared intently into your eyes almost searchingly. His chin dipped low in a single nod, forest green eyes never leaving yours.

"Can I tell you a secret? I need..."

"A friend?"

Nott's eyes found you, darting all over your face before he scoffed, shaking his head disbelievingly.

"We're not friends, Y/n."

"Well, the way I see it," You pushed off your seat in the archway and thrust forward into the rain spinning in sloppy circles and tipping your face towards the sky. "You just asked to tell me a secret. And friends tell each other secrets, Nott. You also called me by my first name."

"Well, Granger, being my friend means most assuredly getting killed no matter who wins."

His voice quickly changed from mocking to deadly serious, no pun intended.

A teary chuckle wracked your throat and you were suddenly happy to have the rain to disguise your tears. "Theodore," The boy stood from his own spot on the stone half-wall and now stood inches away from you, rain soaking through his dark green uniform. "We both know the likelihood of me living through this is lower than the dungeons you call home."

He pulled away harshly, visibly shocked at your words. "Don't say that." His tone was harsh and left no room for any further argument. "Just let me tell you my secret, damn it."

You shrugged, head rolling around as you let the rain wash the dried blood from your skin.

"I'm the secret mole for Dumbledore's Army!"

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part 2?

[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. 

[j-nope-not-today]

HP characters reaction to s/o being a muggle

Harry Potter

He does not care

Literally doesn't have an opinion on the subject

Bc he loves youuu and not your magic or non magical abilities

I really feel that his main concern is some snobby witch/wizard being rude to you

But could give a fuck less if anyone commented on you being a muggle

"Okay and? So what if she/he can't do magic. She's/he's still great in bed."

10/10 will say some snarky/sarcastic ass shit if someone is rude to you about it.

He is THE Harry Potter

He would probably love for someone to point it out so he can say some shit back about it.

He will defend you through thick and thin.

May god have mercy on whatever poor soul wants to be prejudice against you.

Will love doing muggle things with you. I mean he did grow up as a muggle.

Otherwise though he loves you and your muggleness very much. It reminds him of home ❤️

Ron Weasley

Aww your his little cutie patootie

Will brag about it to anyone who will listen

"Oh? Well my gf/bf made me dinner from scratch."

He'll brag about literally anything he can. It could be the simplest shit too

Is very impressed that you do everything and without magic too

He'll start doing things without magic just to appreciate the simplicity of it

But yeah..definitely tells everyone and their mom about how proud he is to be with you

Ain't no one gonna be rude about it either. He will guaranteed shut that shit down as soon as it starts.

Fred Weasley

He loves it.

Loves absolutely everything about it

Not to mention he loves it even more because romancing you is so much more fun for him

Will always pull a fancy magic trick from out of his sleeve to impress you or flirt with you

"For you beautiful"

Does complain about doing things without magic

But will begrudgingly do so to please you

But yes. He will complain about it the entire time

I don't think anyone would be ballsy enough to insult you or say some rude shit about you being a muggle

Knowing fred that would start world War 3

But he looooves you. Vv much

George Weasley

Admires you so so much

Bc how do you do it?

Will watch you do the simplest most mundane shit and come out of nowhere with a

"My god you look so fucking gorgeous right now love."

Wouldn't complain about helping you do stuff without magic

I think he finds he enjoys it much more without magic. It's more rewarding

Will beg to do muggle things with you absolutely wants to experience it all

Just like with fred. Ain't no one ballsy enough to say something lest they want to die

But he absolutely adores you and everything about you

And will remind you every day how much he loves you

Draco Malfoy

He didn't expect to end up with you

But he sure isn't complaining

And he'll be damned if you lift a single beautiful fucking finger when he's around

He will 100% dote on you in his every waking moment

For a second you might be convinced you aren't a muggle

He uses magic for just about everything and will not let you do something when he can do it for you

"Listen dear it's just simpler this way. Let me do it."

Your spoiled and he'll make sure you know how appreciated and loved you are

Can never wrap his head around muggles.

Thinks you make everything way more complicated than it needs to be

And should anyone be insulting or rude. They might find themselves hexed or cursed.

Neville Longbottom

This man LOVES you

Will not for a second let you think otherwise

And he'll probably absolutely love doing muggle things with you

And you will have a garden

I can just see him loving gardening with you. The muggle way.

Will randomly whip out flowers and small little gifts for you

Just to impress you

And he'll definitely have words for anyone who wants to be rude to you because how dare they?

To him. Your absolutely perfect