#the first witch

[soldierofhekate]

[darth-maul-of-dathomir]

As predicted, it was the Nightmother herself on my trail. She is not one to give up the hunt easily it seems. Whatever treasures the stone leads to or does not must be worth the effort of coming here through the dangerous but expedient paths of the spirit realm. There is no other way she could have arrived in such a timely manner.

One moment I was fighting off intangible spiders-like creatures that could not be cut with my lightsaber, but were indeed susceptible to the force... the next, Talzin appeared and began laying waste to the creatures with luminous orbs that crackled as they flew.

I did not need her help, and she was obnoxiously smug about giving it. When I growled at her over it, she laughed like I had told a fine joke, and complemented my strength. As if I care what a nightsister -any nightsister- thinks of me. I said as much and her smile became saccharine. The woman begs to be strangled.

[housederiva]

The first woman I ever fell in love with should at least have a tarot card if she's not going to be in Veilguard

here's bethany

Edit!!! I’ve never been more happy to be wrong

[thehobbitchronicles]

Happy First Day of Spring 🌿🪻🌱

[tophuukiey]

i didn't know what i was looking for

'til i found her

[cuppajj]

akjsdhhjh imagine first cream is pv’s mom also the witch who sealed the beasts away that would be so funny

[dogfennel]

they'll get there eventually

[caffeinewitchcraft]

WIBTA for going to my high school reunion even though the two witches I stripped of magic are going?

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I (28 witch) was in a coven during high school. Not really even a coven. We weren’t recognized and there wasn’t a clear division of responsibilities. We did have a high priestess but she hadn’t Declared or been Initiated or whatever she believed. Looking back, her learning was all over the place (and a little problematic, honestly. I remember her calling a poppet a Voodoo doll before being called out by another member). Let’s call her Sarah.

Sarah was a year older than the rest of us (still the same grade though) and her mom was a witch so that made her the high priestess. She was the one who would organize all of our rituals and held the power of veto over any proposed spells. While you think that’d mean she’d provide the ingredients, she never did. She did tell us what to buy and, let me tell you, some of those things were expensive for a high schooler. We met in the park behind her house, and she demanded that at least one of us be in every one of her classes. If we weren’t, we’d be “cycled” out of the coven until our parents convinced the school to transfer us in.

Any alt kid knows what I’m talking about because they had a Sarah in their life. If she was angry, we had to be angry (and a little afraid of her). If she was sad, we were expected to ask why. If she was happy, we had to be even more happy. You get the picture.

The problem came when Sarah added Jess (fake name) to the Coven during the start of our junior year. It was the first time Sarah allowed someone else from a witch family to join. Jess was a transfer student from England. She told us all that that made her magic deeper and more powerful because she was a “daughter of the witches you could not burn.” When I pointed out that that statement is historically inaccurate, Jess called me a “pilgrim.” She tried to convince Sarah to blind me (take away my decision-making power in the coven), but I was the only one with reliable access to dried herbs (my mom’s a botanist and didn’t count her stores like Sarah’s mom did), so Sarah said no.

Jess’ dislike of me got worse when I actually did dress like a pilgrim for Halloween that year. And, if I’m honest, I did take it a little far. I was a hot-headed kid. I followed her around the entire day and had kids sign one of two petitions – “Burn” or “Not Burn.” When the Burn Petition won, I could tell I went too far (there were a LOT of signatures).  I tried to make it a joke and told her that now she really was a witch we couldn’t burn.

Jess and I got in our first physical fight. Sarah eventually broke it up, but not before Jess ripped out a good chunk of my hair, and I broke the tiger’s eye bracelet she wore.

 I later heard from another coven member that Jess tried to lay a curse on me that night. Unfortunately for her, I was pretty interested in defensive work and had a fresh witch’s jar buried under my window. Her curse got caught in it and rebounded. Apparently, that’s how Jess got pink eye, not from her younger sister.

We fought like cats and dogs. Any time Jess would talk about England, I’d make fun of her accent. When I brought up what spell I’d like to do, Jess would call me a juvenile pilgrim. Eventually, Jess got smart. She’d text me insults rather than say them to my face so that she’d have a chance to tattle to Sarah before I got the chance to hit back.

Sarah pulled me aside at least three times to “address” the fights. She basically said that I needed to respect Jess more because she came from a witch family, like her. She told me I could learn a lot from Jess if I stopped acting like a human. When I pointed out that we are humans, just humans who have elected to use magic, she got really mad.

And when Sarah got mad, she could make life really difficult.

My spell for luck on midterms got passed over for Jess’ jinx on our English teacher. The jinx worked and Ms. Edel tripped, but guess who still came to class with a broken leg? MS. EDEL. Guess who failed their midterm?

ALL SEVEN OF US.

Damn, I can’t believe I’m still upset by this petty high school drama. Therapy did not work.

So safe to say that Jess and I never became friends. I love magic now and loved it then, but she took it so seriously. I’ve always believed magic should be fun. All the spells she brought to the coven required a spirit element—blood, hair, sacrifice. One of the members was a strict green witch and had to drop out because of it. We missed two full moons until Sarah approved Eileen to rejoin after she woke up from her coma.

(And before anyone freaks out about the coma – we all ended up in comas here and there. We were a bunch of uneducated and untrained baby witches who all had different belief systems. The fact that there wasn’t anything worse than a coma is a miracle. She wasn’t traumatized by it any more than I was by mine.)

Jess and I mostly avoided each other for the rest of the year. We always voted against the other’s spell and I’m fairly certain she tried to trip jinx me in the hall as often as I tried to trip jinx her. Sarah never tried to diffuse the tension between us. She confided in Eileen that she was grateful we kept each other in check.

Things could have continued on that way until we all moved away for college (or repeated the year after failing all those midterms) if it weren’t for the vernal equinox. Or, as we inaccurately called it, the Spring Solstice.

The way it worked was that we all got to propose a ritual during equinoxes. They’re powerful magical events on their own and when you bring intent to the party? They were always our biggest, most successful workings.

Sarah always chose what we did on those days. She pretended like we got to vote, but we all knew she would never choose one of our rituals. My freshman year, she made us all do one for beauty. Because it was a “make real what is in the eye of the beholder” type, some of our transformations were a little…traumatizing. I’m only telling you this so you understand the power an equinox has, okay? I do not think this way anymore. Other members were just as extreme. Eileen went from a Wendy from Wendy’s to a Jessica Rabbit. And I��

Well.

I grew rabbit ears and teeth. That doesn’t make me a furry! Who Framed Roger Rabbit? was super influential on BOTH Eileen and me. I was a kid and didn’t understand my own concept of beauty. It took almost three months before I got the ears to go away entirely.

Suffice it to say, we were all excited and nervous for what ritual Sarah would pick, which is why it was a blow to find out that she had picked a ritual - Jess’ ritual.

A ritual for power.

I didn’t want to do it from day one, okay? My belief is that whatever magic comes to you naturally is what’s okay to take. I think if you rip magic up from the earth or the abyss, it’ll change you. Maybe even corrupt you or change your personality.

But I was a kid and didn’t know how to explain that. Jess and Sarah were both from witch families and they seemed to think it was okay. Even though I didn’t like Jess, I did see her as a more “authentic” witch because of that. I know better now, but as a kid seeing all of her grimoires, I gave her false authority.

Jess explained the ritual to us over the next month. She talked about how we were going to be “tested.” The ritual would pull our spiritual selves from our bodies, and depending on how long we chanted, we’d return to them with more or less magic than when we started. She said that everyone in her family did it when they turned 18.

It wasn’t until three days before the equinox that she told us what would happen if one of us were to be judged unworthy.

“Mostly nothing,” she said. I remember her exact words, how her black hair spun as she soared through the air on the swings. We stood in a half circle before her and Sarah as they swung higher and higher. An audience to their aerial court. She said, “Sometimes people lose some of their magic. When the ritual decides they don’t deserve it.”

Eileen asked, “When the ritual decides? It’s sentient?”

“There’s an overseer we’ll call on,” Sarah said. She’d been the only one allowed to read Jess’ grimoire. Her lip curled and she leaned forward so she could look down over Eileen like an avenging angel as she swung overhead. “An impartial entity.”

“I am not a deity witch,” I said. I had long ago committed that I would never call on a higher being in any ritual. Most of our spells had to be modified for me so that I could swear to the cardinal directions rather than to the Morrigan or Hecate. “You know that.”

“You’re not swearing to anyone,” Sarah said and rolled her eyes.

“Which means no one is swearing to us,” Eileen muttered under her breath. But I could tell she had given up by the slump of her shoulders.

“It’s only the unworthy who lose their magic,” Jess reassured. Her eyes flashed at me. “Scared you’re unworthy?”

Yes. I was scared. I know better now than to think lineage has any place in witchcraft. It’s about the magic, always just the magic. But months of hearing their rhetoric had worn at my self-esteem. It really felt like if I didn’t do the ritual, I was as good as admitting I wasn’t a witch. If I did do the ritual…

Well. Obviously, I did the ritual.

I was a hot-headed teen, okay? I felt challenged. I decided that I would wear extra protections. Tiger’s eye and quartz charged with intention. I picked out a silver locket my mother gave me, filled with belladonna. She told me it symbolized beauty and choice.

Now, here’s where I may be the asshole.

I can’t give you a play-by-play of the ritual. It was ten years ago, and calling on that much magic has a funny way of warping memory. But what I do remember is this:

We gathered in the park before sunrise. Seven of us in new colors – spring green, white, soft yellow and pink. Jess made us get rid of anything with a working on it – crystals, cards, and ladders. She collected them all in a linen bag and threw them into the woods. I couldn’t get away with my tiger’s eye or quartz, but she missed the pendant my mother gave me. It was a warm comfort against my chest as we began.

We lit the fire together, each of us frantically thumbing our lighter to make sure the sparks caught at the same time.

Jess brought the chalice. We all cut our palms and let seven drops fall into it. (No, we didn’t use a clean blade. My cut got infected as hell and it itches like a witch. I know better now!) She bade us drink, and we did.

“Now the magic will see us as equal,” Sarah said while Jess prepared the next step. She licked her lips as if savoring the blood. “It will only be our wills determining the outcome.”

Jess doused us with oil and herbs. It smelled sharp and uneasy. I had provided the herbs and knew all of them were either fresh or dried to perfection. But it was rancid. There was rot in the air, but I couldn’t place it then. I wrinkled my nose and took up the chanting with the others to distract myself from the smell.

If you’ve ever chanted before, you know the stages. First, you’re just talking. You say the words and they mean something, but you don’t feel them. Then your mouth gets tired. You start messing up the timing of the words. You stutter. You stumble. The words lose meaning. Most people stop there. They fall silent and sink into a shallow meditation with heads full of fog.

You’re only a witch if you can reach the next step. You keep saying the words. They become comfortable. You wear the words like clothes and feel your cadence curl through you like a companion. Your body goes on autopilot and your mind relaxes. The chant turns smooth as silk. Depending on the chant, you lose yourself to the sweetness of your coven singing. Sometimes, you sink into the earth with them. Other times, you ride the flow of the magic like waves.

This time, the words pulled us away from our bodies. Jess slowly introduced new words to our chant. Words of summoning.

We called upon the Overseer.

Pressure fell around me like a vice. I couldn’t breathe even as the ritual fell from my lips without breaking. Magic had, at that point, always given me control. This? This was a complete loss of it.

I felt myself compressing. Smaller and smaller in the face of the being that was rising in the middle of the flames. It was not an observer. The moment I “saw” it, its endless form writhing in the space between the smoke, I knew that. It was a judge and jury.

It was a spider.

We chanted. It grew. It pulled us from our bodies like spiderweb and spooled our essences onto its forelimbs. It was not what Jess described and, simultaneously, it was. We were being tested. Our psyches were being tested.

So long as we chanted, the being would be contained. However, the longer it was contained, the more of us it could take. If we let it go, what would it do? Would it return any part of our magic to us? Any part of who we were?

Or would it eat?

This wasn’t a test of magic. It was a test of faith. Faith in each other and faith in the ritual.

For those practitioners out there, you can see the problem. I didn’t enter the ritual with faith. My intent was flawed from the beginning. We’d had spells fail because of lack of belief. I had never been the person who didn’t believe.

Until then

My words wavered. The Overseer turned its eyes to me. I could see my magic like thread before it, shimmering against the backdrop of its maw.

Then another tremor. Eileen dropped a word. The Overseer split and looked at both of us. Someone else faltered. One of the coven – I couldn’t see them – fell and went silent.

The sky yawned overhead, empty and cold. The embers from the fire spun up into it and were lost. The Overseer rippled and I felt our coven shrink in the face of it.

I gasped around the chant and looked across the fire. The light licked Jess’ gleeful face. Her eyes hungered for my failure. I could see it. Through the connection of the Overseer, I could feel it.

Jess and Sarah changed the chant. To this day, I don’t remember if they taught it to the rest of us. There are so many parts of the ritual that I’ve left out or forgotten. But I remember them chanting different words. The circle grew discordant.

“I offer my magic so I may be unspun and woven anew,” they said. The words have imprinted themselves like bitters under my tongue. “I offer my magic so I may—”

Some of the other members tried to pick up the new chant. Their voices grew weaker and the Overseer’s limbs began to extend out towards each one of us.

I wouldn’t offer my magic to that thing. I wouldn’t be unspun.  Eileen was stuttering. I saw her fall to her knees. I was close behind.

I threw my necklace into the flames.

Belladonna. Beautiful and deadly. It has meant choice to many women and many of them have been from my own family. It's extreme and it’s final. An end that doesn’t always make room for a new beginning.

Pretty words that cover up what I meant when I threw it into the Overseer.

My intent was Death.

Entities never die. I’m sure the Overseer didn’t. It howled. The wind kicked up and brought the flames into a spiral ten feet tall. Its forelimbs shattered, and I reeled myself back together greedily.

Not all of us were safe from the Overseer’s desperate struggle against my death curse.

Sarah and Jess were alone in the third phase of the ritual. They had changed the chant. They had offered their magic and asked the entity to do with it what it will. They believed.

And because they believed, the Overseer took their magic with it.

I think it was the first coma Jess ever fell into. Her family certainly acted like it. They whisked her back to the East Coast before the end of the year. I heard from Eileen that she woke up shortly after I left for college.

Magicless.

Sarah too.

I fully own that I was responsible for the ritual failing. I panicked. I’ve gone through every excuse over the years. I didn’t know what the ritual really was. I was just a kid. I took magic too lightly. It was their fault for not letting us read the grimoire for ourselves. But, at the end of the day, the real reason the ritual failed was because I panicked and I let that panic break my belief.

I moved on to college and it felt like running away. I’ve never returned to my hometown. I’m happy with the life I’ve built. My magic summer camp gives me time to travel during the winter months, and I feel like I’m making a real difference in young witches’ lives.

Nowadays I teach young witches to never do a working without full intent. If they have doubts, they don’t do it. It’s a lesson I learned the hard way ten years ago. I tell them it can cost them more than their magic. It can cost them their lives.

Eileen is still back home and she says Sarah rarely comes out of her house. Sometimes she sees our former high priestess wandering the school grounds on nights of the full moon. I hear from other members of the coven that Jess’ family put out a bounty on me a few years ago. However, I never saw an assassin so I think that was just a rumor.

So, knowing that they’re still not over it, would I be the asshole for attending my high school reunion next month? I’ve been craving reconnection with my roots, but I’d be subjecting Sarah and Jess (though Jess marked Maybe on the RSVP) to my presence.

I know they must hold a grudge. If they were still witches, that would be a problem. I don’t think I’d be able to defend myself from one of their workings since I blame myself for what happened. But since they’re not, it’s not really a danger. That’s pretty asshole-ish, right? Ignoring their feelings because they don’t have the magic to back it up?

So WIBTA for attending my high school reunion even though the two girls I stripped of magic will be attending?

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[the-witchs-cafe]

[rosecoloredtarot]

Personally I've never been a fan of the "magic is a beast that needs to be tamed" metaphor. Magic is more like the ocean: powerful, terrifying, capable of unbridled force. But at the same time, it is gentle, warm, the lifeblood of millions of people. The folk who know the ocean know you cannot harness it's force, you must work within or around it, lest it destroy you. Similarly, magic is great and terrible and gentle and kind, all at once. And those who work with it need to work WITH it, not reign over it. Because the primordial forces have no rules about biting the hand that feeds you.

[904pmoclock]

currently i have 2k coins in crk and i dont know how to get more help

hey guys edit here i forgot her wings on her crown lol💔

[kai23-art]

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[tarotwithavi]

Your future spouse's first impression of you

How they saw you+ how they felt

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Close your eyes and take a deep breath and ask the angels to show you the right pile for you and open your eyes. The first pile that catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

🪻๑ Your future spouse’s first impression of you is very dynamic and layered. When they first meet you, they see someone who is intelligent, independent, and intriguing , a person with depth and a story. They notice that you seem very capable and grounded, like someone who can work well with others and build something meaningful in life. They admire your ability to collaborate or connect with people, and they feel like you have a natural way of making things happen with precision and balance. You give off the energy of someone who is hardworking and focused, but at the same time, there’s something very fresh and adventurous about you that pulls them in. There’s an air of mystery about you that really catches their attention. It’s almost as if they sense you don’t reveal everything right away, and they find themselves wanting to know more. You seem like someone who has learned to protect themselves emotionally someone who doesn’t let just anyone in. They might feel like you’ve walked away from certain things in your life to grow and evolve, and this makes you seem strong and self-aware. They see you as someone who knows what they want, even if it means making tough choices to get there. At the same time, you seem very youthful and spontaneous. They feel like you have this spark an adventurous, curious side that’s full of optimism. You’re someone who isn’t afraid to take a leap of faith, and this is both exciting and inspiring to them. It’s like you bring a breath of fresh air into their life, and they’re drawn to your energy. They might see you as someone who lives life with a sense of freedom and possibility, but also with wisdom guiding your actions. Their emotional reaction to you is a mix of admiration and curiosity. They admire your intelligence and grounded energy, but they also feel a sense of lightness and playfulness around you. You make them feel like there’s a deeper layer to explore, but they also see someone who has been through challenges and come out stronger. There’s a feeling of balance they sense both your serious and playful sides, and they’re captivated by how you embody both.

🪻๑ Symbols like water, ships, or bridges might feel significant here, representing the emotional and personal journeys they sense in you. They feel like you’re someone who can transition smoothly from one stage of life to another, leaving behind what no longer serves you and moving toward brighter horizons. The number 6 feels important—it might symbolize harmony, balance, or give clues about when or how you’ll meet. Colors like deep blue, gold, and green come to mind, reflecting wisdom, abundance, and growth. On a deeper level, they might sense that you’re someone who has a strong moral compass or values someone who stands firm in what they believe, but also keeps an open mind to new experiences. They see you as a leader in your own way, someone others can look up to. Your confidence shines through, even if you don’t realize it. Emotionally, they feel a bit charmed by you, like you have a way of pulling people in without even trying. But there’s also a sense of caution they might feel like you wear a “mask” at times, not showing your full self right away. This doesn’t come across negatively; instead, it intrigues them and makes them want to understand you on a deeper level. They feel like you’re someone who values your privacy and shares your true self only with those you trust. There’s also a sense of romantic energy here. You stir something in them , a gentle, dreamy feeling that they can’t quite put into words. They might even feel like they’re being “charmed” by you, almost as if meeting you feels too good to be true. However, they also sense that you’re not easily fooled or manipulated. You come across as someone who has strong boundaries and won’t let anyone take advantage of you.

Pile 2

🪻๑ When your future spouse first meets you, their impression is powerful, almost electric. They see you as someone who stands out in a crowd, someone confident, magnetic, and radiant. You immediately catch their attention because of the way you carry yourself , there’s something commanding yet warm about your presence. You exude self-assurance and creativity, but it’s not just about appearances. They feel there’s depth to you, and this stirs a mix of admiration, attraction, and curiosity within them. One of the first things they notice is your charisma. You give off an energy that’s bold yet approachable, like you know your worth but don’t flaunt it. To them, you feel larger than life, someone who is not afraid to shine, and they’re naturally drawn to your energy. They feel inspired by your confidence and the sense that you’re someone who’s going places. Whether through your actions or the way you present yourself, you seem to have a strong sense of purpose. At the same time, they can see your softer, more nurturing side. They view you as someone who’s not only strong but also deeply caring and comforting. There’s a sense of emotional warmth about you that makes them feel at ease, like they could open up to you and feel safe. To them, you embody a perfect mix of strength and vulnerability, someone who is both a leader and a source of support.

🪻๑They feel a rush of excitement and attraction, almost like a spark that catches them off guard. But there’s also a sense of hesitation or fear perhaps they worry that you’re too good to be true or that they wouldn’t live up to your standards. They might even feel intimidated by how confident and accomplished you seem. This leaves them feeling a little unsteady, as if meeting you has made them question their own readiness or worthiness. There’s also a sense of mystery about you. They can tell that there’s more to you than meets the eye, and this leaves them wanting to learn everything about you. They might feel like you don’t reveal all of yourself at once, and that makes you even more intriguing. You give off the energy of someone who has been through challenges and comes out stronger, and this makes them respect you even more. The themes of growth and balance are strong in their impression of you. They might see you as someone who’s patient, someone who knows how to nurture both yourself and the people around you. You come across as someone who is building something meaningful in your life, whether that’s personal growth, career success, or strong relationships. They admire your ability to stay grounded while still dreaming big.

🪻๑ Symbols like fire, the moon, and lightning come through strongly, suggesting that your energy is both powerful and transformative. Fire represents your charisma and confidence, while the moon reflects the mystery and emotional depth they see in you. Lightning symbolizes the impact you make on them; it's sudden, intense, and unforgettable. Colors like gold, red, and soft silver stand out, symbolizing your warmth, vitality, and quiet strength. The number 6 feels significant, representing harmony, love, and balance, which aligns with how they see you as someone who embodies both passion and care. There’s also an interesting dynamic where they feel both a strong attraction to you and a sense of comfort, as if they’ve known you for a long time. They see potential for both romance and friendship in you, which makes their feelings even stronger. You strike them as someone who could be both their partner and their safe space a rare combination that feels incredibly special to them. While their feelings for you are intense and immediate, there’s also a layer of hesitation as they process how deeply you’ve impacted them. You make them feel alive, inspired, and maybe even a little unprepared for the kind of connection they sense is possible with you. Meeting you feels like a moment that shifts something within them, and they’ll carry that first impression with them for a long time.

Pile 3

🪻๑ When your future spouse first meets you, their impression is a beautiful mix of admiration, curiosity, and awe. They see you as someone who is both strong and graceful, with an inner calm that feels almost magnetic. You have a natural presence that makes you stand out like you’re someone who doesn’t just exist but truly *lives*. There’s a sense that you’re deeply in touch with yourself, your emotions, and your surroundings, and this is something they notice right away. Their first thought about you is that you’re unique someone who has a quiet confidence that doesn’t need to be loud or boastful. You come across as very balanced and centered, as if you’ve mastered the art of staying calm even in chaos. To them, you seem like someone who has been through life’s ups and downs but carries those experiences with grace. There’s a deep respect for the emotional and mental strength they sense in you. They also notice your creative and adventurous side. You seem to them like someone who is unafraid to take risks, step out of your comfort zone, and embrace the unknown. This free-spirited energy makes you feel fresh and exciting to them almost like a breath of fresh air. They admire the way you’re open to new experiences and willing to trust in the process of life. You give off the energy of someone who is playful yet wise, which feels incredibly refreshing to them. Meeting you stirs something deep within them. They feel intrigued by you and slightly captivated, almost as if there’s a magical quality to your energy. They might have initially admired you from afar, wondering who you are and what it would be like to get closer to you. You seem like someone who is calm on the surface but holds layers of depth and passion beneath. This contrast makes you feel mysterious to them, and it sparks their desire to know more about you.

🪻๑ They see you as someone who embodies harmony and balance, but they also sense you’re someone who doesn’t settle for less than you deserve. You come across as someone who values growth and collaboration you’re not just about your own success but also about building meaningful connections with others. This makes them see you as someone who is not only beautiful on the outside but also full of substance. On a deeper level, they might feel that meeting you is no coincidence. There’s something about your presence that feels serendipitous, almost fated. They might not understand it fully in the moment, but they feel drawn to you in a way that’s hard to explain. There’s a sense that you bring out something in them maybe a desire to grow, learn, or simply be a better person. This subtle yet powerful effect makes you unforgettable in their eyes.

🪻๑ Symbols that stand out here include the sun, flowers, and flowing water. The sun reflects your warmth and vitality the way you light up the space around you. Flowers symbolize your natural beauty and growth, while flowing water represents your calm yet ever-evolving nature. Colors like gold, green, and white feel significant, representing abundance, balance, and purity. The number 3 stands out, symbolizing creativity, connection, and new beginnings. They also feel a strong admiration for how you balance your personal strength with kindness and compassion. You’re someone who can stand firm in your beliefs without being harsh or overly rigid, and this is something they deeply respect. To them, you seem like someone who knows what you want in life and isn’t afraid to work for it but you do so with grace and humility. There’s a spark of attraction that goes beyond just physical beauty. They find themselves drawn to your energy and the way you carry yourself. They might feel like you’re a bit of a mystery a blend of someone they want to protect but also someone who doesn’t need protecting because of how strong you are. This mix of admiration, intrigue, and respect makes their first impression of you incredibly powerful. Meeting you feels almost magical to them, as if they’ve stumbled upon someone truly extraordinary. You leave a lasting impression that’s both inspiring and deeply personal, setting the stage for something meaningful in the future.

[lulila-safu]

*sigh* now I have to tag all these people...

and I put godwyn with the radagon/ marika linage, but because I got used to draw him alongside messmer and malenia

[sophsun1]

MELISSA JOAN HART as Sabrina Spellman

[born-in-neverland03]

Every now and then falling for a dark haired powerful witch with parent issues who is just misunderstood and deeply hurt by the world because she actually loves very deep but no one knows.