#wicked's herb grimoire

[wickedherbgrimoire]

✨ LEMON ✨

Lemons are great for detering negative energies, cleansing, and attracting love and friendship.

Element: Fire Deities: Apollo, Zeus Zodiacs: Leo Planet: Sun Crystals: Citrine, Honey Calcite, Amber, Yellow Jasper Good For: Longevity, friendship, love, purification, cleansing, immunity & more! Protects Against: Negativity, spying, unwanted energies and interactions

For more tips, tricks, tonics, and tintures check out the Wicked Witch's Web! ���🖤🌜

Source: The Wicked Witch of the Web

[wandering-free-and-queer]

Wander's Library

I have a lot of books. Be warned.

Physical Books:

The Complete Book of Dreams- Stephanie Gatling

Tarot for Self Care- Minerva Siegel

Queering the Tarot- Cassandra Snow

The Complete Dream Book- Gillian Holloway

The Alchemy of Your Dreams- Athena Laz

Moon Magic- Aurora Kane

Handbook Trio (Herbal, House, and Moon Magic)- Aurora Kane

Living by the Moon- Lunarly’s Kiki Ely

Your Lunar Code- Lori Reid

The Stars Within You- Juliana McCarthy

Dirtbag Astrology- Alberto Toribio

Astrology and Religion Among the Greeks and Romans- Franz Cumont

The Beginner’s Guide to Akashic Records- Whitney Jefferson Evans

Crystals- Jennie Harding

A Field Guide to Lucid Dreaming- Tuccillo, Zeizel, and Peisel

Lighting the Wick- Sandra Mariah Wright and Leanne Marrama

The Ancient Healing Companion- Misha Ruth Cohen, O.M.D.

The Practical Book of Witchcraft- Pamela Ball

The Everything Astrology Book- Trish MacGregor

The Complete Book of Palmistry- Joyce Wilson

Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner- Scott Cunningham

Living Wicca- Scott Cunningham

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs- Scott Cunningham

The Pagan Family- Ceisiwr Serith

Wiccapedia- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway

The Good Witch’s Guide- Shawn Robbins and Charity Bedell

The Crystal Witch- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway

The Witch’s Way- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway

Wiccan Kitchen- Lisa Chamberlain

Psychic Spellcraft- Shawn Robbins and Leanna Greenaway

A Little Bit of Intuition- Catharine Allen

A Little Bit of Wicca- Cassandra Eason

12,000 Dreams Interpreted- Gustavus Hindman Miller

I Don’t Want to be an Empath Anymore- Ora North

Spellwork for Self Care

Witchcraft Therapy- Mandi Em

Happy Witch- Mandi Em

The Witch’s Book of Self Care- Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The House Witch- Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The Green Witch- Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The Green Witch’s Grimoire- Arin Murphy-Hiscock

The Green Witch’s Garden- Arin Murphy Hiscock

The Modern Witchcraft Guide to Magical Herbs- Judy Ann Nock

The Modern Witchcraft Spellbook- Skye Alexander

The Modern Guide to Witchcraft- Skye Alexander

Spellcrafting- Arin Murphy Hiscock

Divination- Alida Somars

1001 Spells- Cassandra Eason

Witchcraft Magic and Alchemy- Grillot de Givry

Other Physical Media:

Moon Magic Lunar Oracle- Marie Bruce

Moon Energy Guided Journal- Nikki Strange

Manifesting Dreams Guided Workbook

Spellcraft: A Guided Journal for Casting, Cleansing, and Blessing

Magazines:

Prevention Guide All-Natural Herbal Remedies

Centennial Entertainment: Witches

360 Media Special: The Story of Witches

National Geographic: Natures Best Remedies

Ebooks:

The Study of Witchcraft- Deborah Lipp

Braiding Sweetgrass- Robin Kimmerer

Queering Your Draft- Cassandra Snow

Herbal Magick- Gerina Dunwich

An Anarchist Free Herbal Zine

City Magick- Christopher Penczak

A History of Witchcraft in England from 1558-1718- Wallace Notestein

Italian Folk Magic- Mary-Grace Fahrun

Love Magic- Lilith Dorsey

Magic When You Need It- Judika Illes

Magical Astrology- Skye Alexander

Personal Magic- Marion Weinstein

Plant Witchery- Juliet Diaz

Positive Magic- Marion Weinstein

Reading the Runes- Kim Farnell

Viridarium Umbris- David A Schulke

Spellcrafting- Gerina Dunwich

The Big Book of Tarot- Joan Bunning

The discoverie of witchcraft- Reginald Scot

The Witch’s Eight Paths of Power- Lady Sable Aradia

The Witch’s Guide to Wands- Gypsey Elaine Teague

True Magic- Draja Mickaharic

Water Witchcraft- Annwyn Avalon

Wicca Made Easy- Phyllis Curott

Wishcraft- Sakura Fox

Witch, Please- Victoria Maxwell

Witchcraft Activism- David Salisbury

Witchery: Embrace the Wisdom Within- Juliet Diaz

Year of the Witch- Temperance Alden

Books that aren’t directly about witchcraft but I incorporate them into my witchcraft studies because they’re useful AF:

The Seven Sisters of Sleep- Mordecai Cooke

The Watkins Dictionary of Symbols-Jack Tresidder

Mythology- Edith Hamilton

The Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Wildflowers

The Greek View of Life- G. Lowes Dickinson

The Calm and Cozy Book of Sleep- Beth Wyatt

RD Home Handbooks: Herbs- Lesley Bremness

PDR for Herbal Medicines First Edition

The Book of Signs- Rudolf Koch

Other Occult Related Books:

The Satanic Bible- Anton Szandor LaVey

The Satanic Rituals- Anton Szandor LaVey

Quantum Freedom: Divine Embodiment- “The Spirit Collective” Channeled by Katherine D. Caulfield (I’m deadass, that’s what’s on the book cover)

Mythology Books:

The Odyssey-Homer

The Iliad- Homer

New LaRousse Encyclopedia of Mythology

Percy Jackson’s Greek Gods and Percy Jackson’s Greek Heroes- Rick Riordan (Not even remotely sorry lmao)

Zeus Grants Stupid Wishes- Cory O’Brien

The Argonautica- Apollonius Rhodius

The Theogony- Hesiod

[dailyadventureprompts]

Villain: The Graven Brand of  Cinestys the Inscribed, Prisoner of the Burning Well 

“Mark of Heretics, betrayers, and those who covet the secrets of others. The pain brought about by this ever-searing brand can only be stilled when the hand that bares the mark is engaged in evil deeds. Diabolic in origin. Proscribed countermeasures: pain reducing herbs, renunciation of evil ways, ice, amputation. “

- The Cursebreaker’s Cyclopedia, volume 4, revised edition

Adventure Hooks: 

After defeating a villainous occultist and rifling through their grimoire, the party wizard feels a jarring pain on the back of their hand: Quick, shallow cuts, as if some invisible sadist was hurriedly carving a signature into their skin. The ordeal is over in a moment, leaving behind a sigilistic wound that will scab over but never completely heal. From time to time the mark will begin to glow from within with an unnatural heat, flaring up when the oppertunity presents itself for the ebarer of the mark to do something wicked. Theft, Petty cruelty, lashing out, the brand starts its bearer small, veinal evils while waiting for the moment to drive the bearer to ruin, murder, or other forms of defilement.  Whatever the source of this curse is, it cannot be cured through the usual means, so the party must seek out the realm’s best healers and loremasters for a solution. 

Justicar Illien is a tyrant, an upjumped member of the king’s judiciary who’s decided to take the law into his own hands.  Starting with sermsons on wickedness and the perils of modern life, he whips himself up a mob of fearful supporters, then goes on a tare around town, smashing up businesses and homes looking to ferret out “traitors” and “deviants”. Illien claims to have been granted by a celestial with an innate ability to sniff out wickedness. In actuality, Illien was cursed with the graven brand, and has justified the crimes he commits in its service  as a form of Righteousness

Dangerous weapons are falling into the hands of the criminal underworld, kicking off an arms race in the capital’s underbelly and leading to all manner of chaos. The Culprit is Tsuni Gladoath, a talented journeyman metalworker who has been inflicted with the brand in her travels to find a master to serve under. Confused and desperate, the mark only lets her rest when she is in the process of making something deadly. Forced to work as the weaponsmith for an ambitious gang in exchange for materails and protection, Tsuni has been driven half mad by grief and pain, and quietly searches for a way out when the mark allows it. 

Setup: The Curse of the Graven Brand is the instrument of a devil named Cinestys, a wretched being who appears in the lives of many of history’s most powerful and wicked mages to act as a tutor of sorts. Knowing the ambition and ruthlessness of his students, Cinestys wielded the curse the way a mortal instructor might weild a lash, using pain to refocus his pupil’s attention on his lessons and goals. 

More than a lifetime ago, the devil’s last student managed to bind him in the depths of some secret lair, forcing the Inscribed instructor to reveal all of his secrets before leaving him to rot, dangling over a well of fire. Having no ability to break free from his fetters, Cinestys has reached out through the curses he left behind in the world, having them jump from host to host as he searches for one he can cajole into freeing him. 

Goals & Schemes: 

Puppetmaster: where once he weilded arcane and infernal power enough to break the bonds of reality, Cinestrys is now able to do little more than tug on the thin threads of enchantment that bind him to those marked by his curse. Conditioned by the mark after many rounds of “sin or suffer”, these hapless individuals will find themsleves driven to prepare for long journeys, obsessing over the histories of dark magicians, or researching methods of breaking through locks, wards, and other methods of bindings.  Cinestrys has yet to be able to share anything more than an impulse with those who bear his mark, but will keep trying so long as his teachings ( and the curse that surrounds it) haunt the world. 

Tutor: Despite his predicament, Cinestrys is compelled by both the enchantment that keeps him bound and his own nature to foster greatness in those he deems worthy of his teachings.  The Devil can’t help but provide pointers on how a spell might be done, or trivia on the methodology of a past pupil. A knowledgeable or fast-talking party member may even be able to distract the fiend with an in-depth discussion of arcana long enough to have him remove the curse without noticing  that the players HAVEN’T offered to free him in return. 

[mintylilacs]

❤️❤️Let’s do some intermediate witch exercises!❤️❤️

So you’re done with beginner witchcraft... what now?

Pick something from this list:

Learn a new physical skill! Embroidery, watercolor, baking pies, baking bread, digital art, violin, jewelery making, etc. these are all things you can apply to your magical practice in various ways. Take knot magic and sigil magic and combine them into an embroidered divination mat! That’s something I did!

Explore some random object in your house and apply it to your practice. Examples: dry erase marker, deodorant, hand lotion, shoelaces, a humidifier, graph paper. See how similar tools change your spells: does writing a sigil in sharpie vs a colored pencil change how the effect manifests? Write down how your experiments go and integrate the results going forward! Figure out what works, and why it works

Do that one thing you’ve been too scared to try. That thing you tried once and failed at. For me it was growing herbs in pots. For you it might be energy work, or glamours, or sewing, or anything! Revisit the thing you couldn’t do earlier in your practice, think about why you failed the first time and how you can do better now that you’ve gained more experience

Make something basic that you’ve never made! Was it too messy? You didn’t have time? Didn’t think you’d do it right? Try things like Eggshell powder/chalk, using leftover wax and a wick to make a new candle, make a candleholder out of air cry clay, and don’t be afraid to mess up! It’s gonna suck the first couple of times! My latest leftover wax candle didn’t even want to burn once I finished it! That’s okay!

Revisit your goals and aspirations! What do you think your practice ads to your life, and are you satisfied with it? Write it down! How have your previous goals changed?

Start thinking about what you buy, where you get your supplies, and how you can acquire them for the best effect. You have enough base stuff to get by and focus on quality over quantity now For example all the crystals, candle holders, and shells I buy now are from second hand locations (more often than not this specific antique store I really like) I find that distancing them from the like... source I guess helps with the character of the pieces. They work better and surprisingly have less baggage than objects straight from a retailer!

Pare down!!!! Look through, find things that don’t work! It’s easier to start big and take things out! Do you like working with days of the week but don’t like keeping track of the moon phases? Toss it! Like working with herbs but some correspondences don’t make sense? Toss them! Wish you were one of those people who do complicated circle castings but you just don’t like doing it? Don’t! Of change it until you find a method that serves you! Toss out the things weighing you down!

Freestyle!!! Combine spell types! Write down a bunch of ingredients and spell types in a jar and pick out 2-3 and just GO FOR IT! You might draw out “binding, poppet, crystal grid” or “spell jar, ward” or “glamour, candle spell” write down what you did, the specifics and conditions, and keep track of how it works! Refine! Refine!!!!

This is the time to start a nicer grimoire! You have a messy workbook already, a place to work and worry and try things, but now you’re ready to get a slightly nicer notebook to record things carefully, list out your favorite spells and rituals, color code (and be able to show it to other people and they can actually read your handwriting). It doesn’t have to be absurdly fancy, mine isn’t! But it’s something that visually shows my progress and is so much easier to reference back to for spells I need to re-do often like my room wards.

(I use this thing called a travelers notebook, it basically has smaller notebooks inside it and you can add or remove sections as you like and they come in lines, dot grid, and blank paper!!!! Plus they LOOK like grimoires without the unnecessary decorations with religious connotations that most advertised grimoires have!)

[ignantgeek]

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[paganwonderland]

How to set up a working altar

Imo the working altar is the first altar to be set up and is the most adaptable and subject to change. If yours needs to be freshened up, needs to be rearranged or just have new elements I made this post for you :)

1) Think of what kind of spells and witchcraft you want to do

2) Think of materials you would need for those practices 

if you do arts and crafts with your witchcraft think of what you use most, or if you just have a lot of materials

a) What materials do you have

b) What do you have that you didn't think you can use

art magic is great to use up random odds and ends (try looking up Molly Roberts on youtube for a TON of great ideas)

c) What do you want to get 

look into foraging in your area as well as second hand stores

3) Think of accessible storage options

tons of glass jars look great, but what kind of surface area do you have? do you have shelves or drawers? how big is your surface? can you store stuff under furniture?

4) Think of the feeling you want it to evoke

aesthetics aren’t necessary for magic but can help get you in the headspace you want. Think about the colors in your space and what they represent, the textures and how they make you feel.

5) Think about your basics, did you plan to incorporate ______?

a) Cleansing

Physical cleansing

First how will you clean up the drips of wax, ashes from incense and stains? For me I have a homemade spray that I use as a room spray and to help wipe down my altar after workings. Other things that can be nice to have are: 

handkerchiefs or hand towels

jars to keep off casts of spells

A nearby garbage/recycling bin

Spiritual Cleansing

Sound cleansing materials

Smoke cleansing materials

b) Protecting/Warding

House protection

Not everyone is able to have very permanent forms of home protection, especially if you live with people unaccepting of your spirituality. Visualization, potpourri, sachets and homemade enchanted cleaners are some more low-key ways to protect the home

Room protection

This can come in many forms, a couple examples are a small bell tied to the doorknob (good for cleansing and protection!), a small enchanted spell doll or stuffed animal, and a wash with oils to put on the door and window frames

Personal protecting

Talismans, amulets, and shielding are good basics. Enchanting clothing, hats, blankets, and jewelry is good too. If you are into kitchen witchery having a tea for protection (black tea, blackberry, blueberry, cinnamon, clove, lavender, and raspberry have protective associations) or a meal with the intention of protection for its consumers (there are many spices/seasonings with protective associations such as basil, bay, caraway, cumin, curry, fennel, flax, garlic powder, ginseng, mint, onion powder, pepper, salt; rice and beans also are associated with protection and are a staple around the world)

Spell protection

Some people decide to add protective elements to many or all of their spells with the intention to i) prevent it from backfiring ii) protect the spell itself in its intention iii) protect anyone the spell may influence on its way to manifesting or iv) all of the above

c) Centering/Grounding

You don't need tools to ground or center, but keeping some tools to do so can be helpful. Some tools include fidgets, candles, oils, incense, small nostalgic candies, some of your favorite teas, worry stones.

d) Meditation/Shadow Work

This one you likely don't need much, some note cards with prompts might be helpful, and a journal with some writing utensils nearby are nice to have close to your working altar

e) Intention and manifestation

A vision board, journal and calendar can be great for manifesting especially for more long term goals

f) Divination

If you perform divination think of how you will store and if necessary clean your tools.

6) Revise and check as you change your craft

Some things I recommend are

-Have a flat surface that you dedicate to working crafts and non permanent things, when not in use it is good to keep this clear and clean

-Storage for candles, herbs, oils, incense, and other 

-Tools to have very close to your working altar include

Scissors, wire cutters (good to cut thick cord and candle wicks), scrap paper (random notes, petitions, writing your spell down and its intentions), lighters/matches (i recommend having one long multipurpose lighter), bos/grimoire (please record your spells before or after preforming), and writing utensils.

Hope this helps someone :)

~Paganwonderland

[ashandboneca]

New Years Magic

With the new year coming up, I often think about endings and beginnings. With the new year on the horizon, now is a very good time to get your house in order, to do rituals of release, and work with luck and abundance rituals for the coming year.

If you're unsure of some of the rituals and actions you can do to end the year, here are a few ideas:

• Clean your home: I mean give it a really thorough, deep clean. Dust everything, move furniture, clean the neglected altars and shrines. I always make sure that all of my laundry is done, my garbage is taken out, my dishes are done, and my fridge cleaned. I always see it as washing and cleaning the dirt and grime of the last year so I'm not bringing any baggage into the new year. It's a fresh start. • Clean yourself: Have a nice, cleansing bath or shower. I like to make a tea of cleansing herbs like sage, rosemary, or mint, strain it,  and pour it into the water (or cool it slightly and pour it over your head in the shower, if you prefer). I always make sure it's something luxurious. I want to feel squeaky clean and light. Make it a special event - light some candles, some incense, play some soothing music. • Reset your altars: If you have shrines or working altars, the new year is a really good time to set them up for you focus for the new year. If you're looking for love, perhaps you'll buy some fresh roses or place a chunk or rose quartz with some red or pink candles. If you're looking for abundance, maybe you'll anoint some candles with money oil and place some coins. You get the idea. It's a good time to reset your own focus and enter the new year with one foot forward. • Make a donation to charity: I like this one, because it ends the year on a positive note, and gives pleasant energy to take into the next year. It doesn't have to be money - perhaps you volunteer some time at a soup kitchen, or you make a large donation of clothing to a shelter. As long as you are giving, you are creating positive goodwill. • Burn your calendar: This is something I have done for the past few years. It's a really transformational way to say good riddance if you've had a rough year, or just a good way to start anew. I will usually burn in my cauldron or a fire pit. • Reset your wards: The beginning of a new year is a great time to recharge and reset any wards you have on your home - new protection spells, new warding charms, etc. Even just burning some purifying herbs in your space can help to clear out any negative, lingering, stagnant energies.

I also try and set my new year up on the best foot I can, so here are a few things I have done over the years:

• Set up a Positivity Jar: I have an old honey jar I have painted for just this purpose. I spend the year writing down nice things that have happened, or good feelings I have had, or things I have been proud of - at the end of the year, you open it and read everything inside. It can help to bring some perspective. • New Years Resolutions: I hate these things, but I use them more like personal oaths. I try to only make one per year. For example, my own goal for this last year was to reign in my spending on books and limit myself to one a month. I pretty much stuck to this, and it did help me get through some of my backlog. • Start journaling/a BOS/a Grimoire: Nothing pushes you into the new year like a project. Writing itself is a magical act, and I have found it to be an extremely reflective, helpful process. Being able to go back and read about experiences I have had has made me a better witch. I know what works and doesn't, because I have a record of it. • Pull a Tarot card/do a year spread: I love doing this. I actually do a whole spread for the next 12 months - a card a month - and a card for the whole year. I try and take a picture of the whole spread, and write down all the cards, their meanings, and what months they correspond too. That way I can look back at the end of the year, or periodically, and see how things have played out.

All of these things are relatively simple. I try to keep my practice fairly practical, because that is what works for me. Magic is all about the energy to give to it, so if want elaborate or adjust these idea to suit your needs, feel free. I find the most important part is just doing something.

While 2019 has been a challenging year, it's also been very transformational. While I have lost many things, I have also gained an immeasurable amount of surety in my own practice, my choices, and I have healed greatly from the abusive trauma I endured in 2016 and 2017. I finally feel free, and that is so liberating.

I wish you all a wonderful end to 2019, and a prosperous, transformative, and deliciously wicked 2020.

[spelldoncauldronello]

About Spelldon

“MONSTER HIGH STYLE” profile can be found HERE.

Below is a more detailed about page. If you want something quick-glance, see the link above.

(Links:

✨ Answers to All Asks

📋 Memes with Survey Questions

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FREAKY FLAW:

Spelldon is Dyslexic. Dyslexia is a learning disorder that affect areas of the brain that process language. This is all despite normal intelligence, eyesight, and cognitive understanding. This used to be called “word-blindness”. Problems may include difficulties in spelling words, reading quickly, writing words, “sounding out” words in the head, pronouncing words when reading aloud and understanding what one reads. 

In Spelldon’s case, he hates to read out loud and is very thankful for auto-correct on his iCoffin when he texts. Sometimes he will add extra spaces when he writes notes. In spell casting, while reading directly from a book, he will mix up words and misspeak… causing mishaps... So he avoids it where he can. 

His Gold-rimmed Glasses: Spelldon has no problem with his vision. They were a gift from his sister to help him read better and further his magic studies without being hindered by his dyslexia. They are enchanted in such a way that converts text to make it easier for Spelldon to process and decode words. He uses them primarily when reading.

SCARITAGE:

His Mother: Circe is a powerful witch from greek tales and myth. She is the daughter of the Greek goddess Hekate / Hecate: associated with crossroads, entrance-ways, night, magic, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, ghosts, necromancy, and sorcery. 

Circe is best known for her part in the Homer’s “The Odyssey”. In the story, she lived on the isolated island of Aeaea where she uses her magic to turn the men who visit her into livestock. She comes to fall in love with the hero, Odysseus, and even teaches him how to contact the dead in the Underworld. She has green skin and hair like her children but Casta and Spelldon inherited the straighter texture of their hair from their father.

Casta and Spelldon have other half-siblings, but none from the same father as them. Additionally, they are the youngest by a vast margin and therefore have the closest bond.

~(Headcanon Warning: Below this point in his scaritage may change if I RP with a Casta with a different headcanon)~

His Father: Theo Cauldronello was one of the last descendants of the Oracle of Delphi and was highly favored by the god Apollo. Theo’s talents for fortunetelling and spell-weaving was unmatched. Local elite would seek his readings and guidance. 

Hecate told her daughter, Circe, to go to the city where he practiced and seduce Theo. If she could, she would have a faithful lover for the rest of her days. She succeeded, they were wed, and bore two children. However, Theo’s friendly personality and charming good looks made Circe constantly jealous and question his loyalty to her. During one of many squabbles on the subject, Circe cursed him and turned Theo into a black cat. To this day he serves as her familiar. Theo is always at her side, but can not speak or intervene in any way. All he can do is prove his faithfulness by remaining at Circe’s side. 

Casta inherited a lot from their mother, but Spelldon favors his father in many ways. Besides his green skin, the looks were incredibly similar. So much, in fact, that in his resent years Circe was scared that Theo had broken her curse before she realized the young man in front of her was her son.  Spelldon inherited all of his father's grimoires, which contained much of his knowledge of potions and charms, and his tarot deck. 

The Coven: Circe's many children went on to create a coven dedicated to Hecate and promote their bloodline as the heads of it. The females were placed higher than the boys, despite Spelldon’s earnest attempts to impress his elders. 

When Casta left the coven to obtain a career in music, Spelldon followed her so he can find where he belonged. 

FAVORITE THINGS:

Clothing: (Tagged here: 🎩 Wicked Wardrobe )

Tarot Readings:  The tarot deck that Spelldon uses was given to him by his mother, but it was his father’s deck first. Spelldon treasures it and always keeps it on him. He enjoys offering readings and uses it to get to know people. He is not a gossip and he often keeps the results between himself and the person he reads.

Food: Spelldon has very fond memories of fall and all the smells and tastes that do with it. Pumpkin, apple, and cinnamon are the best things. If he could get any combo of these flavors, he will. He is that guy that buys all the pumpkin spice crap that comes out around Halloween.

Subject: Of the classes offered at Monster High, Spelldon can find himself in Wood Shop. He likes working with is hands and making something out of nothing. Hand made gifts are the best gifts. Among witches, handmade things carry energy. Something you bought would be less powerful then something you put work in to create. A gift is also more powerful than something you acquired yourself. A gift someone made for you is of the highest caliber. Whenever possible, he rather make things for those closest to him.

ANNOYANCES AND DISLIKES:

People: He has a distaste for anyone that approaches him just because he has a famous sister. Often people will give him special treatment but forget his name. “Oh! You are Casta’s Brother.” Is the worst sentence ever spoken in the English language. 

Subject: Spelldon is uncomfortable in any situation where he is expected to read aloud. Hisstory is one of the worst for him because the names of people and places are the worst to pronounce. 

[Will add more as I think of it or if an ask brings something interesting up. 

[naly1109]

Your Lovely Wicked Soul

Summary: Witch au, Reader X Bang Chan feat. Stray Kids (Narrator's POV)

Summary: Y/N is well known and beloved amongst the people of her home village. Being a powerful Witch, she helps the people using her Gifts to increase crops, heal the sick, and protect the townsfolk and other favors. When her Grandfather sends her away to save her from the misfortune of becoming the awful King’s bride, he sends her across worlds into the hands of a man bearing an uncanny resemblance to the tyrant King.

~Chapter 3~

To My Beloved Y/N,

I hope you are faring well in the other world I have sent you to. I am writing you this letter knowing that I have sent you away. I had Foreseen the King coming with the Members of the Witch Society and how he would try to take you away by force. I had tried to think up many different ways to keep the events leading up to my death and your departure from happening, but unfortunately there was no way around it. Each scenario I Foresaw would end in my death, with you being taken by Talmas and abused to do his bidding. I would not allow my Granddaughter to live such a horrible fate as the one I Foresaw, even if it meant giving my life so you may be safe. I told you that I would be sending you to someone who could help. I am sending you to the last known location of a Witch that was banished to that world over two decades ago, and it will be a while before they make their presence known to you. They will be able to help you increase your Gift’s power to return home and put a better King upon the throne, and soon. For I have also Foreseen that, in a year’s time, Talmas will wage a massive war using Witches, none like our history has ever seen, and it will leave our world in ruin and with the near annihilation of Witches. I am sorry I cannot give you details, for if I reveal anything too soon, it can alter the fate of our world. This is the fate I have Foreseen for you for many years, even before your father, I just didn’t know it was my own Granddaughter until I held you for the first time. I know you will miss me greatly, for I will miss you too, but know that I am reunited with your Grandmother, to watch you from the Stars with your Father and Mother. I am proud to be your Grandfather and I love you more than words could describe. You brought light into my life and made it enjoyable. Stay blessed my Little Opal Star.

With Love and Adoration,

Your Gaba, Lessio

Y/N reads the letter for what might be the 100th time today, wiping away tears. She is currently waiting for the men to return from their shooting so she could ask if they know anything of the Witch sent here years ago. She gets bored waiting in the living room for the object they called a ‘clock’ to put its arms in the position Felix said it would be in when they arrived, so she goes to the kitchen. Y/N always felt more at ease in the kitchen back at home, making delicious meals for her and Gaba, or mixing herbs for medicine and ointments. She looks around the kitchen and can make out what some of the objects are and what they are used for, but some things seem quite foreign to her.

Y/N heads for the thing Jeongin called a ‘fridge’ to grab some of the delicious banana’s milk. She allows her curiosity to get the better of her and she begins rummaging through the boys’ kitchen to see what other items she could find that are similar to what she used back at home. As she sips on her banana milk and rummages through the kitchen, the boys finally arrive back from their shooting.

“Oh, thank the Stars! I was beginning to get bored.” Y/N says as she approaches the boys. “So what did you bring back from your shooting?” she asks, looking at the boys’ hands expectedly, only to find that they brought no kills. “Did you not fair well with the game? Maybe I can go with you next time. I am an excellent hunter.” she finishes with a small smile.

The boys exchange a look of confusion. “Um. We didn’t go hunting. We went to a Variety Show shoot.” Seungmin tells Y/N. “And you could’ve turned the TV on if you were bored instead of pulling apart our kitchen.” he says, eyeing the mess of cooking utensils and dishes, the rest of the boys’ glance over to see what he is talking about.

“The irritating flat box would not power on for me, so I let it be. Besides, it hurts my head thinking of how you get those people in there. Do they feel cramped in there? Or is it like my Cloak where there is a large space made beyond the fabric?” Y/N asks as she moves towards the kitchen to put away everything she pulled out.

The boys go to help her, but recall she doesn’t need it when the items all levitate and return to their places in the kitchen.

“It's called technology, and it's complicated.” Chan says while dodging a pan that is flying to its place in the cabinet behind him. “We use it for everything from transportation, to communication, to entertainment, to medicine. It's not a ‘Gift’ or ‘Spell’, but something that was invented by someone a long time ago, and improved by many great minds over the years to get us what we have today.”

“That sounds like a Gift to me.” Y/N states after she considers his response for a minute. “It may not manifest the way ours does back home, but it is a power unique to your world that continues to develop and advance, it is used for everyday tasks, and it is provided by a few and accessible to everyone. Sounds like how Gifts work back in my world.” She points out the similarities between Gifts and what they call ‘technology’.

“I mean… She has a point, Hyung.” Felix says, understanding Y/N’s point of view.

Y/N pauses, “What’s a variety show? And why do you shoot it?”

Hyunjin answers her this time, “It's a show that does a variety of activities and challenges and games. And we shoot it using cameras. They are equipment used to capture our images and then send them to everyone’s TV, or what you called ‘irritating flat box’.” He moves to try to power up the TV, discovering that the remote needs new batteries.

Y/N nods, processing the new information Hyunjin provided. She has so many more questions on how so many other things in their world work, but they would have to wait. Right now, she needed to find the Witch that could help her back home. Whoever they are, Y/N really hopes she will find them soon.

“Would you guys happen to know of any other  person who may have appeared in a similar manner as I in recent decades?” Y/N decides to question the boys before going further off the topic she’s been waiting to discuss with them. “I found a letter in Gaba’s Grimoire addressed to me. And in the letter, he tells me that he is sending me to the last known location of a Witch banished here over 20 years ago. It’s really important that I find them.”

“I’ve never heard of another person from another world coming in how you did.” Jisung stated. “And some of us may not have been born yet.” he adds.

“I guess that’s true.” Y/N says, rubbing at her chin in thought. “Would you happen to have access to an archive? Somewhere information is stored? Perhaps, if I can find an inexplicable string of odd events, it can lead me to them.”

The boys all think about it for a moment. Chan is the one who answers. “I think we might be able to go to the library and search through old newspapers and stuff there for any odd, unexplainable events. Our schedule is open for the rest of the day, so we can help her out.” he suggests to the boys, and they all nod in agreement.

“Wait.” Hyunjin stops and gets everyone’s attention. “Don’t you think that all of us walking up into a library with a girl will grab some attention? Add to that, the girl we’re walking in with has freakishly unusual eyes.” Everyone’s eyes shift to the outworlder.

“You can change them using a Spell, can’t you?” Jeongin asks Y/N with wide eyes.

“I could, but a Spell like that will require a lot of focus on my part. So if my focus shifts to anything but the Spell, it will stop working.” She answers the youngest boy.

“Um, how about contacts?” Jisung suggests. “I have a spare blue colored pair in the bathroom?”

“I think that’ll be our best bet.” Chan agrees, and Jisung turns to run to the bathroom to retrieve the contacts.

“What are ‘contacts’?” Y/N asks, her voice hinting a bit of concern. Just then Jisung returns with the case containing the contacts. He hands them to Y/N and she looks at it questioningly, not sure what the boy expects her to do with the foreign object. Jisung looks at her and gives her an encouraging smile and nod. 

“Oh!” he says, realizing she doesn’t know what to do. “They are contacts to change the color of your eyes. You just put them in your eyes and blink.” He makes it sound easy. He takes the case from Y/N, opens it, and hands it back.

Y/N takes out the contact and examines it. She finds the curved, blue tinted piece of film odd on her finger, and she accidentally drops it. She picks it back up and she can see the specks of dirt on it. “Sorry.” she tells Jisung.

“That’s okay. I’ll go grab the solution to rinse it.” Jisung states before turning and heading back into the bathroom. “Here.” he says, coming back and grabbing the contact to rinse it with the solution. “Do you need help?” he questions and receives a nod from her.

“I’ll help you.” Chan offers before anyone else can, surprising himself. “That is, if you're okay with it.” he adds, not wanting to sound too forward with her. He felt a pang of unexplainable jealousy when he thought of any of the other boys being so close with her.

Y/N looks at Chan. “Yes.” she says. She blinks, surprised at her answer, for she had intended to decline.

Chan fights a smile as he approaches Y/N to assist her. His heart in a frenzy at the thought of her being close to him. He grabs the contact case and puts it down, then he grabs the contact from her and takes a step closer to her.

Y/N feels herself stiffen as the distance between them lessens, her heart making little erratic jumps. She swallows and hopes it goes unnoticed by the man in front of her, and by the ones still currently in the room watching as though they were watching a theater play.

“I’m gonna hold your eye open while I put in the contact. I don’t want to hurt you, so try not to flinch away, okay?” Chan states with a reassuring hand on her shoulder, holding the contact on his index finger of the other hand.

Y/N nods and allows him to touch her face. Only two people have ever touched her face in her life, aside from her parents she would assume, and they are Gaba and Ember. So the sensation of Chan’s warm hand resting on her cheek while his fingers held her eyelids open was odd. He gently put the contact into place on her eye and she fought the urge to flinch or blink. Then repeats the action with the other eye.

“There. Now blink a few times to help them align with your irises. How does it feel?” he asks after she blinks vigorously for a few seconds.

“It feels weird, like there is access film on my eyeball.” she responses, going to rub her eye.

Chan grabs her hand to stop her. “Don’t do that. You might irritate it.” he gently puts her hand back down to her side. She looks at the boys and they remain silent while they look at her. 

“It’s the lightest shade of blue eyes I have ever seen,” Hyungin speaks up. “But who is to say that there aren’t people out there who have that eye color.” he reasons and the boys nod in agreement.

“Okay then. Let’s go to the library.” Chan says, clapping his hands to get the boys moving. They all grab hats, masks, and sunglasses to hide their identity for when they want to go on outings undisturbed.

“Why are you all covering your faces?” Y/N asks as she watches the boys put on their disguises.

“We’re celebrities here, we’re part of a music group called ‘Stray Kids’, so a lot of people know our names and faces. So to protect ourselves and our friends that we go out with, we wear masks and sunglasses with hats.” Minho answers her question, and she can make out a smile behind his mask.

“Oh.” Y/N nods her head. She understood what it was like wanting to hide one’s identity to protect oneself. When she accomplished the 50 Gift combination Spells, it gathered the attention of nearly every village within a two days travel, and everyone wanted to get a look at the young Witch who accomplished what most Witches may never achieve. Even if it meant waiting outside her house for days just waiting to have her bless whatever the outsiders wanted, from vegetable seeds to cattle to babies. After about six weeks of people coming through the village and staying for days, the villagers of Old Stone Village had had enough, and chased every non-resident out.

Everyone grabs their coats to wear for the slightly chilly weather. Y/N grabs her Cloak and goes to put it on. “Wait.” Hyunjin stops her, again,  “You don’t really plan on wearing a whole ass Cloak in public, do you?” he says with a raised brow, tone laced with disapproval.

Y/N looks at the man and then around at the rest of the boys. She sees the throw over hoodie Jisung is wearing and decides to copy that. With a wave of her hands and a Spell, she changes the appearance of her Cloak to be a teal colored version of Jisung’s hoodie. “There. Now let's go.” Y/N says, throwing on the hoodie.

~

Y/N is in absolute awe when they walk into the library. She has never in her life seen so many books in one place. The largest collection of books she has seen was in Gaba’s study, and this library made it look like a sorry collection in comparison. Everywhere she looked there were books. Her eyes lit up at the thought of spending endless hours of reading and having it not be the same content over and over.

“You must really like books.” Chan says, smiling at Y/N’s awestruck face, taking note of her reaction.

“Oh yes!” Y/N states with enthusiasm. “I love reading. Ever since I was a little girl and Gaba bought me the first book of ‘The Adventurous Life of Mildie Posh’. She was my favorite fictional Witch. My best friend, Ember, and I would take turns acting out some of the stories in her books.” Y/N shares with a warm smile, and Chan can’t help but smile as well.

“Where should we go to start looking.” Changbin asks, bringing Chan’s attention to him.

“Oh. Right. Um, let me ask.” Chan says looking around for a librarian. When he spots one a little ways away, walking away from where they are, he quickly jogs to catch up.

The boys take this opportunity to question Y/N.

“So.” Minho starts, “What’s going on between you and Chan?” he asks when Y/N turns to look at him.

Y/N's eyes go wide, “What do you mean?” she asks innocently, genuinely confused by his question.

“Oh, come on. We see the way you guys look at each other. And we can practically feel the tension in the air when you are in close proximity to each other.” Minho says. The boys all have their eyes on Y/N, waiting for her answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There is no tension or looking at each other going on between Chan and I.” face feeling slightly heated at the prospect of being in that kind of relationship with Chan.

“Chan totally got jealous when I offered to help you put in the contacts. And he was practically mentally stabbing Hyunjin yesterday when he was trying to help you with your chopsticks. He’s never acted that way towards a girl, even the ones who have confessed to him.” Jisung says, watching Y/N’s face turn pink at his words.

Just then, Chan comes jogging back up. “Okay, the librarian said we can find all the old newspapers on the second floor.” He looks around the group and notices awkward faces and a slightly flushed Y/N. “What were you guys talking about?” he asks with an eyebrow quirked up.

“Nothing.” all the boys say in unison before they all walk towards the stairs, leaving Chan and Y/N behind. Chan looks at Y/N and she just shakes her head at him then scurries off to join the rest of the boys, leaving Chan feeling like he just missed something important.

~

Several hours pass while looking for any information that may help Y/N find the Witch she is looking for. The boys helped with the search while also showing each other different stories they would find about murders, celebrity gossip, or a scandal that a politician may or may not have been involved in. Eventually, the librarian came to inform them that the library would close in an hour.

“Ugh! All this information we’ve sifted through, and not a single clue as to where this Witch might be!” Jisung exclaims, earning several shushes from the few people still in the library. “Sorry.” he whispers.

“I don’t think we will find anything here.” Changbin says, groaning into his hands, his eyes feeling the strain of reading through so many articles for the past several hours.

“Changbin’s right.” Minho agrees, rolling his head back on his shoulders. “My eyes, shoulders, and back are starting to hurt.” He rolls his head to either side, neck popping. “Ah, yeah.”

“Okay. Let’s put this all away and go. I’m starving anyway.” Chan says, realizing they hadn’t eaten since before filming the variety show, and his stomach is protesting.

“Me too.” Y/N states from beside him. It made Chan happy when Y/N sat down next to him. She may have had no other choice since the other guys took all the other seats around the table by the time Y/N and Chan caught up. But nonetheless, he felt jolts of excitement each time she would ask him to clarify a word or phrase she was unfamiliar with. She didn’t look at his face once, but still, he swears he felt her eyeing his arms and hands.

Minho yawns from the other side of Y/N. He stretches his arms out, hands towards his head, to the sides. To avoid being hit by his elbow, Y/N leans away. Into Chan. He puts a hand on her back to brace her before she’s completely leaning on him. She feels his large hand splay out between her shoulders and panics.

What happens next is too great to miss:

Once Y/N goes into panic mode, she jolts upward to stand, but before she completes a full stance, her left eye comes into contact with Minho’s elbow that is still outward. They both jump away from the painful contact, Minho into Jeongin on his other side, causing their heads to collide in what sounded like the painful clash of blocks of wood (POOR JEONGIN!), and Y/N back into Chan. Before Chan can brace himself to catch Y/N, she lands on top of him, causing both of them to tumble back with the chair. Chan’s legs hit the table, causing it to tilt and toss the newspapers and books to the floor. Changbin, Hyunjin, and Jisung catch the table before it completely tilts over. Y/N lands on top of Chan, his arms around her as though to protect her small frame from being injured. Y/N realizes she is on top of Chan, hands on his chest, legs tangled together, and faces only centimeters away from each other. Y/N, once again, panics and goes to get up, kneeing Chan in the tenderparts, as Gaba called them. Chan lets out a loud groan and clutches his groin in pain.

“Oh my Stars! I’m so sorry!” Y/N says, quite loudly, when she sees Chan’s face become a crimson red, his veins in his neck becoming quite prominent as his face is twisted in pain.

“Holy shit.” Jisung says, leaning over from the other side of the table.

At this point, the librarian comes to see what the heck was going on with all the commotion, being quite annoyed. “What is going on over here?” he asks, giving the boys a sharp glare.

“I’m sorry, Mister,” Y/N says, giving the man her best innocent look, “It was an accident. We’ll clean it all up, I promise.”

The librarian looks at Y/N and practically melts, all the boys do, including Chan, who is still on the ground. “Okay. If you clean it all up, all is forgiven, but please keep it down.” he finishes with a stern look. He turns to take his leave, but not before receiving a nod of understanding from a few of the group, and the few other people remaining in the library go back to studying.

“What the heck?” Felix asks, “What was that feeling? Like I was just putty in your hands?”

“Sorry. The Spell affects the overall atmosphere and not the individual.” Y/N states sheepishly.

“You used a Spell just now? But I didn’t even see you wave your hands or anything.” Felix says.

“Not all Spells require hand motions. I just chanted in my head as I spoke.” Y/N clarifies. “Let’s hurry and get this picked up so we can eat.”

“I don’t think all of us staying is a good idea.” Minho states, “We tend to be rather loud together.” The other guys eye him with suspicion, knowing he has an ulterior motive. He’s Lee Know for Christ’s sake.

“I agree.” Seungmin says, “Those responsible for making the mess will stay and clean up. While those of us not responsible will go and get something to eat. And maybe take it to the house. Where it's okay if we make a mess.”

“Who’s responsible then, Hyung?” Jeongin asks, rubbing the lump on the side of his head, courtesy of Lee Minho.

“This is how it all played out,” Seungmin recalls the events, having witnessed how everything happened from one end of the table: *Insert Events From Above Here*

“So obviously Chan-Hyung, Minho-Hyung, and Y/N-Noona are responsible for the mess, and should stay to clean it up.” Seungmin finishes the story with a smug grin.

Everyone takes a moment to process the events described to them by Seungmin.

“I’ll pay for everyone’s meal if I don’t have to stay and clean up.” Minho raises his hand while he pitches the offer he knows none of them can refuse.

“Deal!” the ‘00 Line says in unison. Minho sports a triumphant smirk.

“Wha-!” Y/N and Chan say in unison, Y/N supporting Chan, keeping him from falling to the floor again in pain. She got him good.

“How is that fair, Man?” Chan asks in disbelief at his friend. Minho simply shrugs at his older member.

“Okay then, let’s go.” Changbin starts to lead the members out, leaving Y/N and Chan alone. For the second time today. Chan looks at Felix and Jeongin, and they both awkwardly avoid his gaze and leave to follow Changbin with Seungmin and Jisung.

“It’s okay,” Y/N tells Chan, “I’ll have this cleaned really quick.” She goes to raise her arms, and Chan grabs them to stop her.

“No, you can’t do that here. Remember?” Chan says quietly to her. Wide eyed, she nodded, heart flipping at his touch, causing her to step back before he noticed.

“We’ll text you when we decide on where to get food so you can let us know what you want.” Hyunjin informs Chan. “Minho-Hyung’s paying so we’ll eat well tonight.” he says with a sly grin to Minho that makes the older man regret his offer. Hyunjin turns to walk away with a wave, followed by Minho, and catch up with the others.

Once all the boys are well enough away from the pair, Jeongin turns to Minho, “Did you have to be so extravagant with it? My head hurts now, thanks to you.”

“Sorry. I didn’t expect her to jump away from him how she did. She must not have had many men interact with her where she’s from.” Minho smiles, slightly proud of his work.

“And I’m sure Lee Minho is proud of his accomplishment.” Minho beams at Hyunjin’s comment, and the younger rolls his eyes. “Still, was it necessary to leave them alone to clean? It was all your fault, after all.”

Minho’s smile broadens, “Of course! They’ll thank me later if they ever find out it was intentional.” he states, self-accomplishment written all over his face. Then he suddenly goes serious, "And if any of you intentionally try to throw me under the bus for this, I'll tell them you all gave me the idea." He says, eyes narrowed at the younger men.

“Whatever. Let’s go eat. I’m feeling chicken.” Jisung says, and the boys agree as they exit the library.

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A/N: Hello! And thank you so much for reading another chapter of my story! I greatly appreciate all who are reading and enjoying my work! ILYASM! Stay for the next one

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Okay so i reworked this using bastardized doric, which i intend to lessen over time but i think its still a bit much

The tower wasn’t anything like what Gwen had anticipated. It was far too kempt for starters, and though it was deep within the woods outside of town, it was still just sitting out in a clearing. A bit too obvious for her liking.

And yet, on the opposite end of the spectrum it was far too subtle. There were no twisting vines or dead trees. No heads on pikes, no ribcages or femurs strung up on display. In her experience, that meant a trap. Dazzle camouflage—hiding in plain sight with how garishly cute the garden was. She’d never met a wizard who grew chamomile. But even after waiting and watching and sneaking around every angle, Gwen hadn’t triggered any sort of trip wire nor spotted even an open archere in the stone. There was a locked cellar just around the back, next to the small plot of tilled soil. The lock looked rusted to hell, likely from disuse. The garden, though brimming with wildflowers, was a bit out of order as well, and Gwen had to wonder if anyone even lived inside the tower. Still, it did meet the description the locals gave her (an unassuming but old stone pillar erected in the forests southeast of Backwater), and was exactly where the bandits said it would be (a clearing found left of a fresh deer carcass a short distance off the path’s second fork, the side with the big boulder).

She’d been a paladin long enough to learn that if it walked like a duck, and sounded like a duck, then it was probably a duck. Besides, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and at the moment, Gwen was in quite the pickle. Not three weeks prior had she been ousted from her Temple and indefinitely suspended of knighthood by her order. Taking down a necromancer, one that had alluded authorities for over 6 months, would be just the kind of deed she needed to get back in good graces.

Gwen readied her sword and stepped towards the stone structure, still anticipating some sort of magical barrage. An explosion, maybe even just a ‘hey you!’ But as she made her way up to the dry rotted entrance door, there was nothing.

Based off reports, she was half expecting hell itself. A fortnight prior to her expulsion, the temple formally briefed a number of paladins on the mission, recounted ongoing complaints of dug up graves, missing corpses, and robberies from the town of Backwater. It was a small and poor little stop along the way to Capitol; one of the few human villages between the Mission and High Elf territory, mostly used as a last minute night’s stay or provision pick up.

Tangent reports of missing cattle, children, and even the infirm were lumped together due to how small the townships outside of Backwater were. The bandits, who had tried to ambush her during her initial trek through the woods, informed Gwen of an elderly spell caster who conjured demons and brimstone from his own hands. The Backwater locals’ descriptions varied from vampiric in nature, down to common thugs, but all stories had a few principle things in common: he was old, he was in the woods, he worked with fire, he lived in a tower, and was evil. Taking in the scenery before her, Gwen sized it up. She certainly was at a tower in the woods.

For a moment, her manners almost got the better of her and she raised a gloved hand to knock. Thinking better, she gently pushed against the arched door to find it unlocked. It was ill fitted for the doorway, shrunken with age and it glided without touching the threshold.

Generally, necromancers were known to have a penchant for decay, dilapidation, just a general unkemptness that this tower absolutely did not have. The interior was lackluster to say the least; a bit old but otherwise rather mild in all regards. The floors were rugged with some dust in the corners, the stairs narrow but clearly well used, and there was even a small boiler with a little shitty kettle atop. Keeping her hands on the hilt of her blade, Gwen continued onwards, taking gentle steps so that her sabatons did not clack too loudly against the cobbled floors. She used to rugs to muffle her steps, stretching her short gait to match their haphazard patterns. She noticed a number of odds and ends befitting of her grandmother more so than a necromancer; things like doilies and little dried out gourds with sad little faces painted on them, a cracked tea cup here and there, some with tea leaves wet at the bottom. Still—Gwen had been spurned too many times to assume, perhaps the wizard was an elderly woman, or perhaps it was all a ruse. Cute or not, she had a job to do and a reputation to save.

 Doing her best to ignore all the warning signs (or, lack thereof), Gwen pressed onwards, towards the spiraling stairwell. There were a few tomes laying about. She stooped to flip through one, noting that while the contents weren’t strictly of a necromantic nature, they were still damning nonetheless. Poison herbs and writing on anatomy, charts of stars and moon phases, a grimoire here and there and even one on exotic animals.

The stairs were lined with melted wax, an odd wick here and there sticking out like stray hairs on a bald man’s head. The tower, save the open door and natural sunlight pouring in from the top, was poorly lit and only so large; though there was no apparent latch door-- there may have been a basement along with the cellar; there was really nowhere else to go quietly but up. Even the archeres were boarded up with odd bits of rays poking through and spilling onto the bumpy walls and cracked wood; it made her ascent a bit difficult but Gwen was nothing in not cautious. She waited long enough for her eyes to adjust to the shadows before pressing onwards.

The next level was even more cramped than the first, and more of a resting area than an actual floor. Gwen froze just as her line of sight passed over a step and into the room—just around the curved corner of the tower’s central support pillar (a massive, cylindrical oak beam), there was a chair. Tartan fabric, frayed, with feather filling coming out about the seams and around the corners, but atop the chair sat…something. It was small, maybe the size of a medium hound, greenish skin and a shock of red hair and cloth curled around itself. She couldn’t quite understand the anatomy if it from the glimpse she got before concealing herself behind the beam, just that it was alive and likely asleep.

Gwen peaked back around just to confirm her suspicions. The beast was tiny and most definitely asleep. Oddly enough, it was also clothed in what appeared to be a little cloak, fit for a child. She could identify its head, its long and pointed nose, two bat like ears and two giant, but closed eyes. It breathed in a gentle rhythm, clawed paws and feet tucked by its side much the way the temple’s pet cat curled up on Gwen’s bed some nights. It resembled a sand imp, ghastly little creatures all wrinkles and teeth. She didn’t want to wake it up to find out if it had the very same fangs.

Next to the chair was a small rickety stool with a book atop, and on top of the book was a half-eaten apple, already yellowing. She looked as far as she could upwards. There was enough of a ceiling for her to guess the third floor was a bit more substantial. As quietly as she could, Gwen moved her foot upwards. She hesitated placing it down unto the next step; if the creature was anything like a sand imp, she did not wish to wake it. Even before she finished her step, she saw its ears twitch. Perhaps this was the warlock’s familiar, and perhaps she was lucky to have caught it sleeping on guard duty.

Rather than continuing upwards, Gwen considered her options. The thing was small. It would be a but a stain on her long sword. But, if it really was some sort of fucked up, green sand imp (perhaps it was rabid or jaundiced), then it was probably fast. Their claws were nasty and they were just intelligent enough to know exactly were to slide them between the seams of plate armor. It’s almost as if they were completely willing to die, just so long as they could make you bleed, even just a little. They had zero regard for their own safety, no sense of reasoning, and no hesitation. It would be like a setting off an alarm bell for sure; loud creatures they were. She hated them more than feral, rabid rats, and while she would surely be able to take one (yet alone a puny, runty, sleeping one), she would rather not.

Which brought her to the next option. The creature all but confirmed the identity of the tower’s primary inhabitant. What sort of old woman would live with a pet sand imp? And, by law, familiars and death magick were strictly prohibited and punishable by, well, death. Love or hate the elves, they had a moral code she could agree with.

Gwen didn’t like to play executioner often, but for her own sake, she was strongly considering the alternative to continuing forward to confront the villain-- which was to go back to town, rile up the locals, gather a shit ton of wood and hay and oil and slow burning lards, and light the sucker up.

 Nodding resolutely to herself, Gwen slowly, ever so carefully turned to head back down the stairs. She was feeling pretty pleased with her decision making, a bit clever too (she had found the tower after all, and could report the deed back to her temple even if she wasn’t the one to personally kill the necromancer. The townspeople would think her a hero and she would be allowed back into the Order, surely), until the very same little, shitty kettle she had spotted earlier flew right past her head. Gwen didn’t even have a chance to duck. It clattered against the stone wall loudly, spewing scalding hot water and steam all about. Thankfully, her armor caught the brunt of it, though a few flecks nipped at the nape of her exposed neck and she felt a painful flush of wet air blossom against her cheek and eye. Without hesitating she lunged forward and tackled the offender. She didn’t have of a chance to get much of a glimpse besides a hunched cloak and some white hair.

 Her shoulder made contact and the two hit the floor, Gwen’s plate and mail pealing against the stone like a muffled bell. She flipped herself over to throw him to the side so she could land face up. Whoever had attacked her fell by her side with a dull thud. She used the pause to grab at her sword and roll over so that it was against them in a warning. Gwen miscalculated this move, however, and instead of holding the sword to their throat, her adrenaline and weight forced her forward much more quickly than she had intended. The blade plunged into the figure’s middle like a paring knife into a mushy peach. She heard a weak ‘oof’, before she felt the give of steel against flesh. It took a moment for it to register that both of them had stopped moving.

She clambered away and regained her footing using the boiler to stand fully. The ‘necromancer’ was on the floor, staring at the ceiling with glassy, bloodshot eyes. It was an impossibly old man, clean shaven and white like porridge. He wore a fuzzy purple cloak and a blue, linen nightgown beneath. His middle was a burgeoning blossom of bright red, two sinewy legs poking out from beneath his sheer gown and thick robe, twitching in a way that reminded Gwen, once again, of the little black cat that slept at the foot of her bed back at the temple.

 Remembering the sand imp, Gwen gasped and turned towards the stairs waiting for another attack. Instead, she saw the green thing poking its head around the corner, clutching the empty tea kettle to its chest and staring at Gwen with big, yellow eyes. Just like the temple cat, Pitch.

Neither she nor the creature moved. Instead it moved it’s eyes from Gwen to the dead old man and back a few times, before finally opening its mouth (to which Gwen could see that it indeed had sand imp teeth) and saying “Is ye the witch?”

The last thing Gwen expected to hear was a voice. Words, intelligible common! It even cocked its head, clearly surprised, clearly afraid, clearly upset but otherwise completely unmoving.

She didn’t answer. She was stooped, breathing heavy, and unsure how to even answer the question. So instead she stood up straight and opened her mouth, then closed it, then looked to the freshly dead man on the floor for an answer. Receiving none, she looked back to the imp and cocked her own head back it. “What?” was all she could muster, though the incredulity in her voice certainly carried other questions. The imp, a he based off the voice, which was scratchy and a bit high (yet so clearly NOT a child, she would have to hear it again to confirm how oddly inhuman yet…human it sounded) adjusted its stance in a way that suggested he was reminding himself of where he was.

 “Ah. Er, Ah mean ye. He.” The imp pointed to the man with a shaky claw and let out a short, desperate kind of laugh, and then spoke so quickly that Gwen almost didn’t catch it, “Vern aye says the witch he mairriet fair go cum ben back fur his heid een day, sae, is ye her? The witch?” He retracted his hand and used it to clutch the kettle even tighter to his chest. “Ye're gonnae kill me neist? Gonnae get me head too!?”

 Gwen didn’t get the chance to answer or even ask for clarification; the imp seemed to realize his own words and swallowed them faster than he had said them, and without any warning, he chucked the kettle, as hard as his little twiggy arms could, directly at Gwen.

This time she didn’t have the chance to duck.

Gwen saw stars. The kettle was cast iron, and the imp was stronger than she gave it credit for. It connected with her forehead and sent her sprawling back against the tower’s wall with another clang. Gwen threw her hands to her face, cursing loudly and sliding senselessly against the wall and floor as she tried and failed to gain purchase. The wet rugs bunched at her sabatons and the tea kettle kept getting caught underfoot and rolling her backwards. She heard, rather than saw, all four of his clawed feet scuttling up the stairs like a frightened dog beneath the sounds of her own struggle. With a scream, Gwen kicked the rugs free of her feet and the kettle clean across the room, shoving herself upright. The paladin screwed her eyes shut and threw her sword down.

“Come back down here!” she screamed, stepping over ‘Vern’s’ body so she could reach the stairs. She wasn’t expecting an answer. “I won’t hurt you!” Gwen added in a much quieter voice. That was partially true, she wanted to ask the thing questions, and generally liked to refrain from violence if it could be helped. Unfortunately for Gwendoline, it could rarely be helped, and her entire face was smarting. She waited a beat for a response and then began trudging up the stairs, ignoring the dull throb emanating from the impact zone throughout her entire head.

The chair she had seen earlier was empty, and she continued upwards to the third level, all the while speaking in as calm but loud a voice she could manage through grit teeth; “I need to know more about Vern, he may have been a very bad man! Let me ask you some questions, please, and I won’t take anyone’s head!”

The third floor was a bit less boring than the first two. The walls were covered by a bookcase, the wooden panels following the curve of the stone walls behind them. Each shelf was full of knick knacks and dust. Jagged chunks of crystal and spindly plant stems with fuzzy leaves, bird and fish and rat bones, metal instruments and trinkets and tubes set up in between all of the books. The shelves broke in the center of the room, an arched little cove cut into them where an oil lamp hung unlit. Beneath was a small table with various, incriminating things on it, like mortars and pestles and scales, all kinds of little glass vials and broken bottles, quills in dried inkwells. Enough to convince any layman of Vern’s profession, surely.

There was a latch door on the ceiling, but the rope ladder attached to it hadn’t been completely unfurled; instead it hung limply so that the rope was in a loose coil, stuck against the nail lock. The thing was still in the room.

Next to the stair entrance on Gwen’s right was a sad little bedroll, not even a cot, with bits of hay sticking out bellow the fur blanket on top of it. The blanket had a lump beneath it, and the lump seemed to have a long, pointed nose attached.

Even assuming it was out of tea kettles, Gwen didn’t want to alarm it. Instead of addressing the lump, she simply spoke with a steady, but softer voice, to the room at large.

“I am sorry if he was your friend, imp. I. I did not intend to…end his life. Honestly. He caught me by surprise. I am a paladin from the Order of Fragan’s Templar, to the north of Backwater. I was tasked to…investigate reports of a necromancer terrorizing the woods surrounding Backwater and the road to Capitol. I truly mean you no harm, so long as you intend none in return.”

The lump stirred, poking a claw out so that the fur could be pulled back to reveal a narrowed, yellow eye. This time, his voice was more level, accusatory even, than afraid.

“Seems like a gayand quick in-inspectigation.”

“Investigation. I was attacked.” Gwen bit back.

“Ah didnae hear ye cum ben in. Didnae hear anyain let ye in.”

“You were asleep. The door was open; I didn’t hear anyone behind me!” Gwen pinched the bridge of her nose, “I entered just to talk, but since it was dark I was on alert. I was told this man was very dangerous. I saw you and. Well, I became frightened!” She paced forward and stood before the bedroll, using a foot to kick the fur clean away from the imp. He remained bent over, looking up at her. “So, you are Vern’s…familiar? He was a practitioner of some sort, I see.” Gwen gestured to the room around her.

The imp sat up onto its knees, still staring up all small and pathetic.

“A wis his slae.” He said, simply. He seemed to chew the rest of her words over but remained silent otherwise.

“Slae-slave? Was he practicing the dark path?” She asked after a moment. The imp shot her a questioning look. “Necromancy! A wicked pact with some malignant force?” Gwen pressed.

“Uh, he. Ye mean, the witch? Fit path? The wids?”

“Did he raise the dead? Was your master some sort of evil wizard, or otherwise unlawful caster? Did he rob graves, steal towns children and sacrifice animals, consort with the spirits and the like? And please, annunciate this time.”

The imp seemed to understand this and nodded slowly, placing a claw to his lower lip.

“Nay, Ah dinnae think sae.” He adjusted himself to stand and crossed his arms over his chest as if he were self-conscious in regards to what he was about to say, “He mostly wrote mince doon in, uh, in books fur fowk fa  couldnae reid. They’d pey him tae scrieve a lot, or make tae make queer balms an sic, stuff thon smellit odd or brunt bricht in jars, an sometimes he e’en conjured portals!” He relaxed a bit as he explained, seemingly distracted with his own tale, moving his hands about, “Or skin a coney--”

“A coney?” She had to pause this time around, though she initially noticed he talked a bit oddly, she hadn’t heard him say enough to catch the accent. Even still, it wasn’t familiar. Mostly understandable, when he talked slow. Perhaps similar to the Northerly elves at most, but very off.

“Jumpy fur craiter, wit the lang lugs an sic.” Fizzle mimicked whatever a coney was by grabbing at his large ears and making an unidentifiable face.

Gwen just shrugged, signaling the imp to continue.

“Deer too, but then he fair hae me skin it an take aw the coin an fur an then!? Guess on whit he dae. He’d gae an send it off tae the witch! He aye talkit aboot her! The witch! The witch I thoucht ye wis. But yer’re no? Yer’re no gyan…tae kill me, richt?” He finished, seeming to remember he wasn’t alone and looked up at Gwen like he’d just spilt milk.

Gwen found herself leaning in, even squinting as she tried to decipher just what the little creature was saying. She caught the gist of it all, up until this point, but he spoke so fast, and all of his words had a way of melting into each other, stumbling and lilting at the oddest moments. She almost wasn’t sure if it was common tongue.

She put her hand to her mouth and rubbed her upper lip. So. The man hadn’t been a necromancer. She eyed the imp a bit as it spoke. It could be lying, or perhaps not know the difference between a portal mage and a necromancer. She let his question linger in the air for a moment before regarding the creature with a sigh. Gwen at least understood that he did not want to die.

“No imp. I will spare your life.” She said, with a bit more monotony than she had intended. Had she not been so distracted with the current predicament, she might’ve found the way he perked up endearing, in a pitiful way. Like a pig spared the slaughter. But, instead, Gwen sunk to floor next to the imp (even when seated, it barely met her eye line) and pressed both hands over her mouth once more, staring straight ahead. “Vern. Vern was his name, you said?” The imp nodded. “Vern…did he have family? Friends, the like?” she asked from beneath her gauntlets.

“No…I dunno aboot the witch, bit, aside frae me an a puckle fowk, nae a body comes bi affen.”

“Fowk? Do you mean folk? The people. Like, towns people, from Backwater? Do they come often asking for things like portals and potions?”

The imp thought for a moment, his red irises rolling up to the side to regard a stray cobweb floating down in a beam of sunlight.

“Na, no anymore. Ah actually cannae remember fin we haed ane. Mebbe aroon lest hairst.”

“Huh?”

“Hairst! Neeps n pumpkins, ye ken?”

“Pumpkins.” She was losing patience. Luckily, Gwen dealt with her fair share of Northerners while posted at the wall, though the conversations were often limited to work related issues. “H-harvest? You mean the autumn, when the leaves fall?” Fizzle nodded excitedly. And in turn, Gwen nodded solemnly, then stood to pace in front of the imp. His head trailed after her movements. “Okay. Yes. We are getting somewhere, despite the clear barrier of tongues. And you, what is your name?”

“Fizzle.”

“Fizzle. Good. Yes. Were you, fond? Of Vern?”

Fizzle simply shook his head, a definite ‘NO’.

“He enslaved you, you said? Made you do things against your will and skin rabbits for no pay?”

“He foond me innae tree stump ane day an pit me innae sack! Ah was hidin an he still foond me. Ah dunno how! Ilky time Ah triit tae scowp awa faet, he wad aye track me doon an 'en dunk me intae the river till Ah cooldn’t stain it na mair!” Fizzle crossed his arms and huffed, looking away for a moment to consider his words before looking back up to the woman. “Aye, he did bad magick. But nae daith magicks.”

Gwen leaned forward excitedly, latching onto one of Fizzle’s words. “Okay, okay, so…would you perhaps say that he was a bad man? A mean man?” she asked, eyeing one of the many decorative squashes peppering the tower. It stared back at her.

“He wis mean an he lovit tae zap fin ah let kettle fussle afore fly cup. Een time he gart me boo like a bench, ower on ma hands an knees an he dane putten his feet on ma back, aw kis ah accidentally brunt his favourite stool!”

Gwen nodded eagerly as she walked around the room, and continued shaking her head to herself well after Fizzle had finished speaking. There was ample evidence supporting Vern’s ‘treachery’. From his choice in literature to the indentured servitude of a sick sand imp! Gwen was smiling to herself as she considered this: he probably enchanted the poor beast to make it sentient (and green)! She was sure the Order would not be pleased about that in the least. Truly a vile, vile man!

“Okay! Great.” She clapped her gloved hands together with a metallic smack, startling Fizzle; “Well, there we have it, my little friend! I came to investigate Vern. I followed the tips of the towns people, and two unscrupulous bandits who tried to accost me on the road here! They told me of his ways, how he had devils shooting fire from their hands. I entered his tower in search of him, just to talk! To confront him, and yet the coward attacked me without warning.” She paused her theatrics to turn and look at Fizzle, eliciting a nod from him which made her assume he was following along and compliant. “So I defended myself! And rightfully so, as I come to find, he’s put some sort of evil enchantment on you, to make you walk upright and wear clothes and speak as if you’re a regular halfling! What other forest critters he must have tortured!” Fizzle raised a brow ridge at this, but Gwen continued on, “The townsfolk will be happy to be rid of that man, of this I am certain.”

“Fit div ye mean, enhancement? On me?” he looked himself over, but saw nothing awry.

Gwen bit her lip. Was it cruel to tell a donkey it’s true nature? Certainly not if it, as donkeys ordinarily cannot understand you. But a talking donkey? Who ever heard of such a thing. Informing poor Fizzle as to what he was seemed akin to kicking a puppy begging for scraps. Needless cruelty (and Gwen had her fill of that for the day). But the imp just looked up to her, and despite her best efforts, she found herself relenting. She figured he deserved to know, and besides, she liked animals quite a lot.

“Well, you are but an imp, are you not? Never in my days have I encountered a walking, talking imp. Let alone a green one! And so far north.”

Fizzle was shaking his head before Gwen was even finished, “Am fae wye wye up north, past the waa.” Fizzle considered this for a second as he noted Gwen’s confusion, “The big, lang rock. Miekle rocks n sic! Man made.”

“The wall?”

“Aye! The waa. Vern wis buying dwarven wares n fit not, fin he fand me up near the mountains. Aire’s a lot o’ ma kin up aire. The caves an moors are ours. Belong tae us.”

“The north? The Great North, with dwarves?! I’ve never heard of sand imps living anywhere but south! In the salt flats and around the shores with those wild folk.” Now Gwen was shaking her head. “That would explain the accent, however.”

“Nae wi Dwarves, no, jis near tham. We hate dwarves an they hate us, an ah div nae ken fit the fuck an imp is, bit am a goblin, lady. A’ve nivver been faarer sooth nor here.”

“Repeat that last bit, where you just cursed at me.” Gwen asked, impassively. She was staring past the little thing, gears turning in her head trying to work out what he was saying.

“Err, Dwarves, richt? Sae, they hate me, an I hate ‘em. Dunno if they name us ‘imp’, bit Aim tellin ye, Aim a goblin.”

Gwen shook her head dismissively—semantics didn’t matter, and she was certain that whatever a ‘goblin’ called itself didn’t change the fact that it was an imp. She knew there were multiple tribes of elves who looked different enough from one another, and humans and halflings and dwarves had the tendency to range from an alabaster white to deep, rich browns and near blacks depending where they lived. Maybe sand imps weren’t just confined to the sands! Maybe they could be green?

“No matter, Fizzle, let’s just keep this between you and I. Those I answer too are not particularly fond of Northerners, and will have a much easier time understanding sand imps.” She filed away his strange account for later consideration; more important was the matter of staging the scene. Fizzle shrugged and continued to look up to her expectantly. It dawned on her that she wasn’t quite sure what to do with him. If the town’s excuse for law enforcement came to access the scene, they would surely want to get rid of the little guy. Gwen sort of pitied him. He had been helpful despite the kettle incident, and she didn’t exactly want to send him from his recent slavery straight to death. “But we will worry about that when the time comes. For now, I need your help.”

 Gwen was not proud of this talent, no, but she recognized it as a valuable one nonetheless.

Over years of training under Thalodin Lldewig, she had learned many ways to…suggest things. Through dress, body language, gesture, facial expression, choosing words, and perhaps most importantly, through setting up bodies of evidence (as well as literal, dead bodies) to insinuate. Certain things. Many things. In fact, according to Thalodin, you could say just about anything, without actually ever saying a word. Things that may benefit him, and keep any officials outside (or sometimes, even inside) the Order from asking too many unnecessary questions.

Gwen didn’t like to think of this as lying. She detested lying. Every time she muttered even a white lie, she could feel the eyes of her patron saint burning a hole through her, even from a young age before she ever committed herself to the Order. But again, her mentor had the unfortunate habit of stretching the truth to such a degree that he was ‘forced’ to stage the occasional ‘crime scene’ in a way that may have ‘flattered’ him more than it should have.

It was something that took Gwen quite a while to come to terms with, but eventually, it rubbed off on her. She didn’t like to steal, to cheat or lie or kill, yet situations like Vern’s had been requiring her to do just that as of late.

She thought about her recent expulsion. The shame made her stomach sink and cheeks burn bright. But then the anger set in. Gwendoline was far from perfect and she was so keenly aware of this. It didn’t bother her, if anything it was a reminder and motivation to continue striving for grace; to earn redemption and pass it along to others who needed it more. There was nothing she hated more than injustice and while she knew it was not her place to enact revenge, seeing such wild imbalances in power such as the Elven nobility or even among her own temple’s magistrate made her blood boil.

So she killed an elderly man? It was an accident, and it was done. If she was smart, it could benefit her, and even Fizzle (though admittedly, she was far less concerned about that if she were being honest.) It would quell the minds of the townspeople and perhaps scare off whatever else was lurking in the wood.

She considered these things as she dragged Vern out of the tower. Fizzle helped Gwen to locate a wax dipped tarp Vern kept in the cellar. Together, they slid the tarp beneath his body and Gwen had opted to do the heavy lifting while Fizzle focused on cleaning. Once the blood was sufficiently cleaned and the floors decent, he was to collect all of the tea cups and gourds and doilies in the tower and put them in a sack. By then, Gwen would have staged Vern’s body; dressing him up in more practical battle attire and scoring the earth around their supposed fight stage.

[familiarkrp]

something wicked this way comes…

now introducing do aeri, a witch who looks remarkably like kang seulgi. learn more about this magical creature with a look into the grimoire !!

BASIC MUSE INFORMATION

faceclaim: kang seulgi. muse name: do aeri. gender: cisgender female. pronouns: she/her. age: twenty-three. occupation: botany student & hobbyist illustrator.

THE WITCH THEMSELF

what is your witch’s favorite aspect of witchcraft?: do aeri is a girl that loves being a witch. she loves the advantages she has over humans and that feeling kind of makes her feel superior to them — despite being as mortal as them, she still believes to be better and more worth it than them. that’s how her mother taught her and her sisters. she thinks being able to use herbs, plants and crystal to hers and others’ benefit is something beautiful, and even though she has some negative feelings towards humans, aeri is very loyal to her species and to her coven ( and by coven, she means her closest friends and family ).

what is your witch’s least favorite aspect of witchcraft?: do aeri doesn’t really mind relying on phases of the moon, but she will admit to not being the biggest fan of bonding with someone for life. the commitment scares her and the idea of making a mistake with the familiar she bonds with makes her nervous. she has a love/hate relationship with curses — she loves being able to curse someone who deserves it, but she hates it when she is the person that gets cursed ( and sometimes, she doesn’t even deserve it ).

[naomiinyun]

Performance for the Class of Contemporary Art 🎭

☀ Do what works for you and respects the ideals and beliefs of others, the universe is much more than we can see and understand. Always preach love and respect!

🔹Representation of a protection ritual with herbs. Support from Lady Sabrina's book - The Great Book of Witch Magic (Grimoire).

The purpose was to criticize the way pagan religions are related to something wicked. Also characterizing some stereotypes in cliché performance, in order to point out the prejudices related to witchcraft (natural, Wicca).

🎬@rgk.arts @ rondi.ncx @naomiinyun

📄Work: @naomiinyun

🎥Editing: @ rgk.arts @gkrenan

[get-out-me-grimoire]

Witchy DIYs/Life Hacks

Here on get-out-me-grimoire we focus on cheap and easy so if you’re expecting beautiful hand crafted intricate diys, sorry to let you down... enjoy! 😉❤️

🥄Put sigils on kitchen utensils you can do this by using a wood burner (you can find them pretty cheap) or food safe woodstain

🌊 Use river rocks or seashells from my cheap supplies masterpost and paint or use a marker for cheao easy runes

☕️Tea bags are cheap little bags of herbal goodness, create a spell using the herbs from your tea

🍃Don’t want to invest in a whole bunch of fancy jars to hold herbs? Get yourself one of these big bad bois

These are also great for sorting small crystals!

🚗Want to have some herbs,oils,crystal chips, etc with you but you’re a strong witch on the go? Pick up one of these

You can get yourself one of these handy pals at your local dollar Tree

🖐🏻Get yourself a hand mannequin/model you can get these at beauty stores and a bendable wooden variety at art shops usually for under $10.00, slap some sharpie on it and you have a palmistry guide to study!

👀Make your own DIY black mirror for deity work/spirit work/scrying

🕯Soak candles in a contested salt solution for a few hours and dry them for DRIP-PROOF CANDLES

🐚I’ve seen these everywhere

and they made me think of sea witches. I’m sure someone has done a diy on it by now but here’s my version

1.You’ll need to scoop the wax out of 1 or 2 tea lights depending on the size of your shell KEEP THE WICK

2.melt that wax mixing in any dyes, herbs, glitters, or whatever else your little heart desires

3.Glue the wick in your shell

4.Pour in the wax

🎂Need a candle to burn the whole way down for a spell but you don’t have time for that Bc you’re busy hustling and making bank being all independent and shit... or maybe you’re just impatient I don’t judge? Use a birthday candle, they’re cheap and come in every color (I saw this somewhere but I can’t remember where if any of you guys know hmu Bc is really like to credit them)

🛁Fill some cheesecloth (or any breathable material) with dried herbs of your choice tie it and plop it in your bath, have fun sitting in a giant cup of tea!

✒️Use magic ink (basically something naturally pigmented that matches you intention mixed with alcohol) to give your sigils a lil boost

🍯Crush herbs and mix with honey until you get a thick paste, form into cones, let dry for around a week and you got yourself homemade incense!

So that’s all I have for this little post! Hope you guys can use the info, let me know what you would like to see next from me!! ❤️❤️

[dianacloudburst]

Witches Moon - September 2018

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The September Witches Moon is here! Equinox helped me open it this time--I think she knew it would be a good one. 🐾

This month’s theme is “Celestial Wisdom,” focused a lot on astrology and celestial bodies. It is absolutely wonderful! This has to be one of my favorites so far.

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The paper, for anyone interested. It’s a cool-toned, bluish, turquoise sort of color.

Here are the smaller paper products. The sigil is a Zodiac Enhancement Sigil. It is meant to enhance the strength of your particular signs. I like that they included the elemental symbols in the corners as well. The whole thing feels very balanced. I don’t normally use sigils much, but I like this one and I want to put it somewhere important!

The reading is from Whispers of Love by Angela Hartfield & Josephine Wall. This deck seems very sweet, and I appreciate the one that I got! I’ve been on the fence about inviting a new friend to go to an event with me, and this card motivated my to go for it and just buy the tickets. I asked her and now she seems as excited as I am for it!

We got bonus art from Adrienne Alden this month, which already makes is a wonderful box! We have a holiday piece about Mabon, and then a more thematic one related to the zodiac. It’s so lovely! These will be beautiful in my grimoire.

They really had fun giving the herbs alternative names this month. We have “Herba John,” which is St. John’s Wort, and “Compass Weed,” which is Rosemary. The first one makes sense, but I didn’t know about that alternative name for Rosemary!

The last one, “The Astral Dance,” is a smoke blend, which can be burned in a cauldron or a burner for loose incense. It includes Mugwort, Sage, and Spearmint.

The Luna Sacred Salt is made with Chamomile essential oil, as well as Lavender and Chamomile herbs.It’s very soothing and gentle, and I think would work really well in a moon-themed milk bath. I might just try it!

It’s difficult to see in the photo, but the Starry Wisdom oil has sparkles in it! It’s so lovely, especially when you move it around and the glimmery little particles start floating and shifting in swirls and currents. This oil is very wonderful smelling, made with Cedarwood, Lavender, and Rosemary essential oils. It has bits of Mugwort and Leaf of Silver floating around in it, as well as the usualy piece of Lemurian Quartz.

The Seeker of Knowledge incense doesn’t have any listed ingredients, but it smells like night time and mountains. I don’t really know how else to explain it.

The candle this month is a lovely black one, rolled in glitter and Mugwort. It’s called he Elder Guides’ Enchanted Spell Candle. The essential oils in the candle are Spearmint, Eucalyptus, Rosemary, and Peppermint. Usually mints are quite overpowering, but I can barely smell them on this candle. Somehow, the Rosemary seems to the the strongest scent, with the Eucalyptus behind it and only a distant hint of the mints. It’s very earthy.

The chant is as follows:

Among the Moon The Stars The Sky Lies the secrets Hidden High

But as I stand With Flame in Hand The Stars shine bright As the wick does dance For as Above Lies the Eldest Guides And So Below I share these ties

I center my Eye On the Dark Abyss As the Wisdom twinkles I Manifest SO MOTE IT BE

Now we’re getting to the really cool stuff.

I’ve always wanted one of those big pretty Smokey Quartz points. I have a couple little clusters that I dug up on a mining trip, but I’ve never had a good sizable one. Now I do! I just adore this piece. It has a little flashy phantom right in the middle that sparkles rainbow when the light hits it right. It’s just gorgeous!

That funky little frame there is also incredibly awesome. It’s a sliver of Meteorite! This slice is part of the Campo del Cielo Iron Meterorite which hit earth about 4700 years ago, north of Buenos Aires, Argentina. I’m am so very glad that we have the origin of it--that makes it extra special! As a mineral collector, nowing the locality of my pieces is very important to me, and crystals included in these boxes usually don’t have them listed--like the Smokey Quartz here. But this one does, which is just wonderful. I’ve always wanted a piece of meteorite, and now I have one!

And last but so far from least--oracle cards! This is one of those things I never would have bought for myself, but now that I have it, I’m so happy I do! And perfectly enough, I think if I ever did buy oracle cards on my own, it probably would have been this deck or one like it. I adore astrological themes, night time, and things that sparkle. This deck is all of those!

The Witches Moon team hit it out of the park this month--the box is absolutely outstanding. Two pages from Adrienne Alden, a big beautiful Smokey Quartz point, a freaking meteorite, the oracle deck of my dreams! This has really been a wonderful treat!

[marril96]

Just Friends

Pairing: Rowena x OC (platonic)

Summary: Rowena develops not-so-friendly feelings for her new friend.

A/N: This was a request I did for @hotdiggitydammit in exchange for a drawing. :)

Editor: @oswinthestrange

Read on AO3.

Rose was beautiful. With eyes as blue as deepest oceans, skin as rich and warm as the finest caramel, and hair as black as darkest nights, she was the picture of beauty. Rowena knew the girl was self conscious about her appearance; while she'd had no issue admitting to her good looks, Rose had a tendency to compare herself to women she deemed more beautiful, more attractive. Rowena thought it was bollocks. The girl had an appeal to her, a charm she'd rarely witnessed in hunters.

She stared at her curvy form, clad in a shirt and pants that were plain but oddly fitted her, as if they'd been tailored specifically for her. On her feet were boots. Rowena chuckled to herself. She and Rose were the same height, but the girl preferred to wear footwear that gave her an extra three inches for no reason other than that she could brag that she was taller. The witch found it endearing, kind of — dare she say it — cute.

Not many hunters had shown Rowena courtesy. She'd grown to call Sam and Dean acquaintances over the years. The two were the closest thing to friends she'd had in centuries. It had taken them a while to get past one another's differences. As civil as they were now, there was bad blood between them in the past, instances of attempted murder and imprisonment and threats from both sides that neither she nor the brothers would ever be able to forget, no matter how close they got. Samuel was willing to put it behind him as best as he could, but Dean… He wasn't her biggest fan. He was kind to her now, courteous, almost friendly, but his eyes always bore that look in them; contempt, distrust, as if he expected her to betray them at any given moment and, as he put a witch-killing bullet in her head, was ready to give his brother a firm and condescending, "I told you so."

Rose was different. Every time she and Rowena had crossed paths, the girl was more than kind to her. She treated her more like a friend than an acquaintance. Even back when they barely knew each other, the girl was all smiles and jokes around her, every single one genuine. She didn't care that Rowena was a witch. On the contrary, she liked to hang around her when she was casting spells and preparing potions, observing her with almost childlike curiosity. She'd always inquire about the spells and potion ingredients, ask for translations of Latin and Gaelic words she'd use.

At first Rowena was suspicious; she thought the girl distrusted her, that she was only asking to make sure that she was doing exactly as she'd said she would. Then she realized Rose was simply interested in the strange words she'd never heard before.

The two became fast friends. They'd exchanged numbers and talked on the phone almost every day. They'd gone out to plenty of dinners, and had taken plenty of road trips for no other reason than to have fun.

As friends. Nothing more and nothing less than friends.

Rowena's face fell. Her gaze flickered to Rose, who was seated on the bed, in her lap a bag full of herbs, grimoires, trinquets, and other magical artefacts Rowena had acquired over the years. She was missing a few herbs for a spell, so she'd called Rose to fetch them for her and had invited her to lunch to thank her. While Rowena prepared the room, clearing the floor of furniture so she could draw sigils and lay candles and necessary herbs on it, the hunter was looking around, admiring the grand, luxurious hotel room. It didn't take long for Rowena's supply bag to capture her attention. With its owner's permission, she dug in, picking up every object she found interesting to admire it. Occasionally, she'd take a selfie with something she deemed particularly fascinating.

Rowena smiled at her antics. She was adorable. Not many people captured her attention quite like the wee hunter did. For the first time in a while, she felt appreciated, cared for, almost… loved.

In a friendly way, of course. There was no way a girl like Rose, young and pretty and innocent, so bloody innocent, could ever love a wicked witch as anything other than a friend. No bloody way.

Sometimes, Rose would keep her gaze on her a bit too long. She'd flash her a smile that was a bit too bright to be friendly. Her hand would brush against Rowena's forearm or waist a bit too conveniently for it to be an accident. Her hugs would be a bit too tight, and last a bit too long.

Rowena wondered, of course, but she knew there was no way the girl felt anything for her. She was looking too much into it. Rose just wanted to be friendly. Her affection was platonic; meaningful, but not in the way Rowena thought it was. Not in the way Rowena wanted it to be.

"What's this?"

Rose's curious voice shook Rowena from her thoughts. The girl was holding up a plastic bag of herbs so close to her face that it was almost glued to it, like a scientist observing their newest, freshly discovered specimen.

"Wolfsbane," Rowena said. Then, aware of Rose's unpredictability, she added, "Don't open it! It's poisonous."

The hunter wrinkled her face in perceived disgust, an expression Rowena found extremely cute. Humans — hunters — shouldn't be allowed to be that adorable.

"What's it for?" Rose asked, not taking her eyes off the offending herb, suspicion taking place of curiosity on her face, as if the dried up plant would somehow jump out and poison them both if she were to to stop scowling at it.

Adorable. Completely, utterly adorable. "Spells," Rowena said.

"What kind?"

"All kinds."

"That's not an answer."

Rowena shrugged.

Rose pouted.

The witch smiled; she was so bloody cute.

"You're mean," she accused.

"You knew that when you met me, darling."

"I did not. I was deceived!" she proclaimed dramatically and threw her hands out, like an actress in a badly written play. "Thou hath fooled me! I thought you a respectful maiden, and you turned out to be a heathen!"

Rowena barely held back laughter. "Oh, you poor, wee thing."

"I'll have you know, I'm three inches taller than you," Rose said. She held up three fingers for emphasis and repeated, "Three!"

"In those boots, maybe."

She scoffed. "You're one to talk, miss nine-inch heels!"

Rowena shrugged. "You started it, dear."

"Evil," Rose accused. Rowena finally let laughter roam free, prompting the girl's pout to deepen.

Moments like this were what made Rowena crave her company. The laughter, the banter, the all-around good time… Rowena wished it would last forever. She wished Rose was hers, wished she could see her smile and laugh and pout every single day for the rest of her life.

But she couldn't. Because Rose was a hunter and she was a witch. Because Rose was innocent and sweet, and Rowena's soul was dark and corrupted. The girl deserved better than that. Even if she were to return her feelings — which, Rowena wasn't going to fool herself, was very, very unlikely — it wouldn't work out. The two of them were too different for anything greater than friendship to ever blossom.

Suddenly, Rowena found herself enveloped in a hug. Rose was holding her tight, giggling like an overly enthusiastic schoolgirl. The witch's cheeks flushed red as cherries. Her heart jumped in delight, and tingles spread all over her body like warm, happy jolts of electricity.

"I'm bored," Rose said. "Let's go out for that lunch you promised me."

"Spell first," Rowena said, struggling to find her words. It was a friendly hug, nothing more and nothing less.

Friends. They were friends.

If only her wild, out of control heart would listen.

"But that's no fun!" the girl whined.

Rowena begged to differ. "Not everything in life is fun."

"It should be."

She couldn't argue with that. "Be patient," she chided lightly, like a mother warning an unruly child.

"Be fun," Rose countered.

Rowena rolled her eyes. "My, you're a handful."

"You knew what you were getting into," Rose said casually, echoing her earlier words.

Rowena supposed she had a point there. She was more than aware of what Rose was like, and she still pursued friendship. Or something more, some voice in her head said. If only.

"How about you help me prepare?" she suggested.

"Yes!" Rose beamed, as if she'd been waiting to hear that. She stepped back from the hug, and Rowena suddenly felt lonely, abandoned. If only it'd lasted a few more seconds.

Swallowing back the hurt, Rowena said, "Fetch me the bag. It's time you learn some magic."

"Would you?" Rose asked, suddenly serious.

"Would I what?"

"Teach me magic."

In a heartbeat. "Do you want me to?"

"I don't know," Rose said honestly. "Maybe. Looks cool. Besides, never hurts to learn a new skill."

"We can try some simple spells after lunch," Rowena offered. "See if you like it."

"Sounds awesome!" the girl beamed. She shot her her brightest smile. "Thanks, Rowena! You're the best!"

Rowena blushed harder. A smile escaped her, equal parts smug and happy. She was more than happy to share her knowledge, especially with someone like Rose, someone she was certain she liked as more than just a friend; she was flattered to even be asked. She couldn't be with Rose, but she could be close to her. She could teach her, guide her, mentor her. That was more than she could ever ask for.

"Don't you know it," she teased.

Rose laughed, and Rowena knew everything would be alright as long as the two of them were together. Even as friends.

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