#witch diary

[bellegrangerwitchcraft]

I do not dwell on unwanted thoughts sigil

[satanhersxlf]

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[slowlyawitch]

Todays spell work

Three wishes spell

Very simple, we’ll see how effective it is.

I have three wishes, something about my career, something about my love life and just to have a nice happy Christmas this year.

The red candle is christmas spice, I carved my wish to have a happy christmas in it and sprinkled pink salt in it for pure protection.

The purple candle is lavendar, I carved my love related wish into it and sprinkled cinnamon on it.

The orange candle is mango, I carved my career wish in it and sprinkled a bit of dried basil on there.

I drew out a triangle, wrote my wishes at each tip in a different colour pen (purple for christmas, pink for love and blue for career), and drew one of my personal use sigils in the center. I folded the paper to triangle shape, placed the candles to their corresponding tips and lit them.

May the full moon hear my prayer, may my intentions be carried through the rest of its cycle, may my wishes come true

Update: it worked!

[krikfuar]

"Это был октябрь ветров,маленьких, что мурлыкали в долине, и больших, что хлестали и раскачивали верхушки кленов, ветров, что с завыванием проносились вдоль песчаного берега, но припадали к земле, когда достигали скал. Ночи, с их сонной и красной полной луной, были такими прохладными, что мысль о теплой постели казалась очень приятной; листики брусники стали алыми, засохшие папоротники — красно-��оричневыми, а за коню��ней пламенел сумах; зеленые пастбища лежали тут и там как заплаты на сухих, сжатых полях Верхнего Глена, а в углу лужайки, где росли ели, зацвели золотые и желтовато-коричневые хризантемы. Повсюду весело верещали белки, и сверчки-скрипачи аккомпанировали танцам фей на тысяче холмов. И надо было собирать яблоки и дергать морковку." 🍂

[ye-spirits]

The Book of Abramelin: A Review

The Book of Abramelin is a Jewish magical text that began circulating in the 15th century. The author purports to be a Jewish man named Abraham von Worms who wrote this text as a magical guide for his second son, Lamech. Abraham details his journey from Germany to Egypt and back again, during which time, Abraham meets multiple “masters” of the magical arts. One of these masters, Abramelin, he regards above all else and, indeed, he discards the others as frauds and agents of the devil after meeting Abramelin. After they meet, Abraham is taught the secrets of the hermit’s magic, which is Kabbalistic in nature, and bound in service to God. Abramelin directs him to live a good and pure life according to the will of God and Abraham agrees to this despite, as he puts it, appearing to “my friends, relatives, and other Jews as a bad and crazy person.” (P. 16) Some of the text in the book is, according to Abraham, directly from Abramelin himself, who bestowed several Kabbalistic texts upon the author before he left him.

The ritualistic magic described in the book directs the reader to purify themself in the eyes of God in order to meet their Holy Guardian Angel. By meeting the Holy Guardian Angel, the reader is then able to safely command various spirits, including the Four Kings of Hell, Lucifer, Satan, Leviathan, and Belial. The whole operation takes place over eighteen months, though this detail is not consistent across all versions seeing as the Mathers version states that the operation takes six months instead. 

Unlike many magical texts of the time that I am familiar with, this one decries the use of astrology. In Chapter Six of my translation, Abraham von Worms compares consulting the “stars, sun, and moon” with asking wild game for permission to hunt it (P. 120). Despite feeling it a pointless exercise, Abraham goes on to describe how Astrologers divide the planetary hours in great detail and he does admit to believing that the stars and planets affect different things, but only in regards to earthly matters, such as the weather. 

The earliest manuscripts of this text are written in German and date back to the 1600s. Having no talent for other languages and no copy of the original text, I cannot speak to the writing voice of Abraham von Worms himself or how engaging the text is. This is a translation compiled and edited by George Dehn and translated by Steven Guth. Originally, it was also written in German, but Dehn decided to create an English translation with Guth in the early 2000s. If I recall correctly, unlike Macgregor Mather’s translation, the authors of this translation decided to update the language to feel more contemporary. This makes the reading experience easier and more enjoyable overall. I sped through this book fairly quickly, at least compared to other books on similar subjects so I would give this a very positive score for readability. It is also surprisingly funny and I found myself laughing out loud at a couple of parts over the course of reading this book.

Final thoughts:

I'm not planning on enacting this operation myself. I don't really have the patience for this kind of ritual work right now and I'm also not a big believer in God. That said, I think this was a fascinating and entertaining read and I highly recommend it to anyone who is interested in the Grimoire traditions of Western Ceremonial Magic. I hope to get my hands on a copy of MacGregor Mathers version so I can see the differences for myself and because I personally enjoy collecting occult books.

Citation:

Abraham ben Simeon, Georg Dehn, and Steven Guth. The Book of Abramelin: A New Translation. Lake Worth, FL: Ibis Press, 2015.

[thecouncilofmagic]

About Us

Name 🔮 The Council, Council

Pronouns 🔮 Plural They / It

Age 🔮 21+

Main Blog 🔮 @thecouncilofidiots

Interest Levels

🪄 Crystals, Tarot, Moon/Lunar

🪄 Astrology, Dream Interpretation, Meditation, Rituals/Spells, Herbology

🪄 Religion (any, whether mono/poly-theistic), Deity/Patron Worship, Gendered [anything, for example "embracing feminine energy", ect]

Notes

Several of our alters have expressed an interest in learning spirituality and witchcraft, hence the creation of this blog. It will be a journal of sorts, detailing our adventure from the very beginning. We are extremely inexperienced, and would love if anyone is willing to share information/resources/advice <3

Important! We respect and accept others' beliefs and are religiously tolerant. That being said, we are predominantly atheist, and wish to engage in spirituality in a non-worship/non-divine/non-deity oriented manner. Please respect that. While we love learning, including learning about things we won't believe in, religious talk can be distressing and trigger us, due to past religious trauma.

DNI? We have a detailed DNI in our Notion that can be summed up to "don't be an asshole". For the most part, we simply block as needed.

Tags

#which witch reblogs - reblogging posts (with commentary)

#which witch keeps - reblogging posts (without commentary)

#which witch replies - responses to asks

#which witch notes - posts we particularly like and plan to incorporate in our own practice somehow

#which witch collects - notes about or pictures of our personal collection/hoard

#which witch wants - things on our wishlist or that we really want/are saving up for

#which witch - original posts

#which witch moon - posts/reblogs of moon related spirituality/magic

Things are only as powerful as you let it be <3

[theblasianwitch]

Did I know Morning Glories were vine plants? No

Do I know now? Yes

Did I have access to a trellis for them? No

Did I make some out of kabob skewers because I found a 100 pack of long skewers for less than $2? Yes

Am I now thinking about making rune trellis for my future garden? Yes

[cavorta]

July 10, 2024

I have revised one of my books:

My Magical Witch's Diary - A Book of Shadows

In this book of shadows diary you‘ll find 200 illustrated pages waiting to be filled, for the following topics:

⭐Your witchcraft experiences – here you can write down anything to do with your craft, like in a diary.

⭐Witchhandicraft – anything you handcraft for witchcraft, for instance poppets, decorations, jewellery…

⭐You will also find pages for these topics: Dreams, Deities, Chants, Songs, Altar(s), Prayers, Recipes, Rituals, Shopping lists, Herbs & Plants, Crystals, Astrology and finally Miscellaneous for everything else that doesn‘t fit into one of those categories.

⭐There are also pages with decorative frames where you can doodle or draw pictures, symbols or else.

⭐At the end, there are some pages for your own magical correspondences.

Available on Amazon worldwide, for instance here:

[raven-runes]

Witchcraft and poetry are inseparable for me. What is a poem but a spell, every word woven with care and intention? A poem has the potential to craft new worlds, to open a portal into unseen realities, to rewild our hearts and souls. Poetry is spellcraft.

~Tadhg Ó hErodáin

[louisbxne]

black vampires + witches

akasha, queen of the damned (2002)

louis & claudia, interview with the vampire (2022-)

tara thorton, true blood (2008-2014)

blade, blade (1998)

marcel gerard, the originals (2013-2018)

sarah fox, my babysitter's a vampire (2011-2012)

alex & camryn, twitches (2005)

rochelle zimmerman, the craft (1996)

bonnie bennett, the vampire diaries (2009-2017)

vincent griffith, the originals (2013-2018)

marie laveau, american horror story (2011-)

macy vaughn, charmed (2018-2022)

[pencilscratchins]

to everyone asking when i’m gonna post art again… hey guys i recently acquired six incredibly large clown paintings so i’m sort of booked at the moment

[bellegrangerwitchcraft]

I am blessed in my magical work sigil

[klausysworld]

hey, so i’ve been having this scene in my head for days where y/n and klaus are kidnapped by some witches and they are put under a sex spell that makes both of them really horny. they gotta have intercourse for the witches to draw the energy that comes from simultaneous orgasms or something like that. they are reluctant at first especially y/n but klaus manages to convince/seduce her and they end up having the best sex of their life. could you write something like that pls?

Timeless Desire

Klaus groaned softly, rolling onto his back and peeling his eyes open. The light stung at his pupils making then shrink momentarily before they expanded beyond their usual diameter.

His body ran hot and a familiar but much more intense ache rolled through his body, his lower body especially. With a stiff grunt he placed his hand over his crotch, an immediate cry leaving him with how incredibly hard he was.

"Fuck" He breathed, lifting his spinning head and forcing himself up onto to find himself in a plain, bright room. He was fully dressed but he felt the need to tear each material from his skin. Just as he started to tug at the hem of his shirt his attention was pulled to a soft moan, one that made his loins stir.

Klaus spun round to see a vaguely familiar girl curled up in the corner. Dressed in a floaty dress that meant that the delicious scent of her arousal spread through the room like a wild fire. His eyes found hers, she was afraid that much was clear and if he were honest, he was also a little nervous but she looked scared of him and he didn't understand why.

His lips parted to speak but before he could, someone else's voice piped up.

"Perfect. You're both awake!" The voice was cold and mildly amused. Klaus felt his anger spike, he knew this witch. Not personally but he knew who it was and the type of shit this guy did. But the girl didn't, Klaus could tell that she was lost. "Now I know you're a little scared honey, but don't panic, I'm not here to hurt you." The guy grinned, adressing the girl before gesturing to Klaus "But he might" He whispered to her and Klaus frowned, confused. Did he know her? "Now you should recognise each other just a little bit. This, honey, is Klaus Mikaelson" He smirked and she sniffed, backing further into the corner, "And this is Y/n Y/l/n, you met once, she's part of Jackson's or I suppose now it's Hayley's pack" The witch explained and Klaus's eyes went wide. Hayley had introduced them, once, and he had liked her. He had flirted and teased but nothing came of it, so why was she here? Why was he here?

"What is this, exactly?" Klaus questioned, brows furrowed and eyes darting to Y/n who was squeezing her thighs together tightly.

"You know what it is and you're not gonna fight it. There are dozens of us who will benefit from this ritual and you will complete it by the next full moon." The witch told him sternly and Klaus's expression darkened.

"You're sick" He spat, he knew the ritual he meant. It was a power draw. Two supernaturals, when simultaneously orgasming would release a specific type of power that could be used and twisted to perform some of the biggest spells. Werewolves especially, their hormones are so high. And Klaus? He was perfect for this type of sorcery.

"Sick or not, It's necessary. You have a month, get to know each other if you have to. Or if you want to get back to your daughter them make it happen as soon as you can, hm?" He snapped and Klaus growled.

He knew what the witch was suggesting and based on how Y/n cried "No" , she knew too. The magic wielder left and Klaus looked to Y/n who was shaking her head.

"Please don't" She whimpered and Klaus sighed, brushing his hand over his hair and groaning at the sweat that coated him from how his skin boiled.

"I'm not...I won't make you do anything" He told her, trying to keep his distance but suddenly the room felt so much smaller.

They stayed in opposite corners, silent and uncomfortable. Sometimes she would cry and he would whisper that it was okay and they would get out but he knew it was useless.

When night came it was freezing, unbelievably and her body trembled. He knew what they were doing. They wanted them to lay together to conserve their heat, to touch. Instead, klaus pulled his henley over his head and pushed it over to her so she may warm up.

They stayed silent for days before Y/n began to struggle. His eyes had met her fading ones in the centre of the night and he nodded, getting up and coming over to her.

"It's okay" He whispered, laying down beside her and spooning her delicate figure against him. His cock was solid and pressed right against her ass but he didn't grind himself or say anything, he just needed to keep her warm and alive until the night was over.

But in the morning, the temperature was all the way up and their bodies were practically stuck together. Y/n was dragging the henley over her head, her body pressed against Klaus's and it made him bite down on his tongue hard. Her hips shifted without meaning to and Klaus groaned, bucking his hips against her firm ass. A whine left her and he grunted.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry" He muttered, crawling away from her. He felt like a dog, a weak, panting dog that was desperate for water. His mind was hazy with her so close, he wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to feel her, hear her. Y/n looked so soft, so perfect.

She had curves, he could see them through the dress when she laid and he needed them.

But he couldn't, she was still scared and he couldn't make her. He would do a lot of things but he would not force her.

Klaus tried to stay away from her in the day, only touch at night for heat but then they started to get hungry, physically. Y/n needed food and Klaus needed blood. The witches said Klaus must feed from her and if Y/n wanted food then she would have to earn it. The deal was that for each minute they kissed, she would get a pice or a slice of something. No specifications, just something to entice her.

She was famished when she looked up at him, eyes wet with tears that hadn't yet fallen. Klaus softened, again, and let her shuffle over. His arms wrapped loosely around her waist and whispered gently in her ear. "It's going to be alright sweetheart, just a minute so you can get something okay? I won't hurt you"

Y/n leaned close to him, needing to feel safe and he could do that. She knew the witches were watching and it was unsettling but she also knew that she needed to eat.

So she closed her pretty eyes and let their lips collide. It was supposed to be closed mouth and quick but once they both got a small taste, they yearned for more.

Y/n broke first, surprisingly, and moaned against his lips. As soon as her mouth opened, his tongue was inside and their little kiss became an intense make out session. The heat was too much again and Klaus was pulling her to straddle his lap whilst his tongue fucked her mouth passionately.

They were both blissfully unaware of the time passing by as their bodies rubbed together desperately and her legs spread invitingly for him to lay between as he pushed her onto her back and bunched her dress up. His cock was so close to tearing through his boxers as he dragged his jeans down his hips roughly. Y/n was tugging at him overly eagerly, needing him inside her.

However as soon as he hand grabbed at her panties, her eyes flew open. A gasp leaving her throat and her face pulled away making his wolf growl and hers whine. The fear was back and he could smell it. He panted and let go of her underwear. His eyes listed to meet hers and she whimpered, but she didn't look too scared, she was still lustful.

But they didn't have time to talk about it. Not when a tray had appeared in the opposite corner. Y/n had scrambled over there, grabbing at the pieces of pancake and the berries. Klaus cleared his throat and pulled his trousers back on, he felt embarrassed but he knew he couldn't be due to the circumstances.

He came and sat by her whilst she ate, he was watching over her. Klaus had become protective. The witches had come in one night and tried to take her clothes, to speed the process and since that night he made sure to stay close. He had to fight them off, he almost turned and they knew not to touch her again. He knew that they were still winning, they wanted him to feel possessive and it was working.

He would look around the room, searching for where they were watching them from. He could never find it. In the end his attention would end up back on Y/n.

Once she had devoured everything on her plate, she was snuggling up to him and ready to sleep. There wasn't much to do bug struggle and sleep. The only issue was when she needed to sleep in the daytime. In sunlight hours, it was far too hot to be touching, as the next week came by Klaus ended up sitting in just his boxers during the day. Y/n had torn her dress so it was shorter but eventually it was shredded entirely and she was left in her bra and panties.

It felt so much better in the day but at night? Klaus often worried she would die. Even with their werewolf bodies generating heat, she wasn't strong enough for the temperatures they were putting them through. He would be wrapped around her, on top of her, holding as much over her as possible so that she was as warm as he could have her. It was in the night that he would feed from her. It felt so intimate, too intimate and he couldn't have the witches seeing and he couldn’t have the combination of the heat, her body and feeding all at once so he did it in the cold and dark.

Sometimes, his hands would stroke her skin whilst he fed and when he pulled his mouth away from his neck he would give her little kisses as a thank you. But little kisses weren't a thing. They got sloppy fast and they would be dry humping in minutes.

Too many times one of them had cum in their pants. It resulted in them both completely naked. Y/n had clung onto her bra but he had torn it off her when in a frenzy.

Their lack of clothing made everything difficult.

Klaus wished that the witches could've drawn power from the times he had cum against her leg in the night but he knew that had to be inside her and they had to do it in unison. It was the only way.

He missed his family. He needed to get home, Hope probably thought he had left her but whenever he looked at Y/n, he couldn't ask her to do it. How could he? In the span of weeks he felt that he loved her, he couldn't hurt her.

They had been lead together all night and all day, despite the heat. Their mouths seemed permanently attached, always kissing, licking, loving. Klaus didn't realise how it would feel to cum without any friction. To simply get so hard that he couldn't hold it in. His cock felt like it had exploded with ecstasy. Y/n had giggled when it went all over her stomach, she had stroked his hair gently while he panted and let her kiss his jaw.

"I love you" He whispered to her one day, it was on the fourth week but they didn't know that. Time wasn't real to them. It felt like months had passed with the amount of time they had spent together.

Y/n didn't reply, it hurt him but he understood.

"Would you lie to me...so that you could get out of here?" She asked him a while later, voice weak and eyes avoiding him.

"No" He whispered. "If I were ever going to do that, I would have done that in the first few days. I promise you, I won't ever hurt you. That full moon and come and go, they can torture me but I will never-"

"We have to...I know we do...I just- I"

"I know" He murmured, stroking her arm. "I'll take care of you" It was a promise.

"They'll watch..." She whispered, and he could see that inkling of fear again. It only appeared when the witches were mentioned or showed themselves.

"I'll hide you" He whispered, he pulled her into his hold. "We can be right up in the corner, they'll only see me."

"They've already seen me" She uttered and his heart broke, he was sure of it. He cupped her face and pressed their foreheads together.

"I'm going to rip their eyes from their heads as soon as we get out of here, I promise you" He told her, his voice incredibly low so that they couldn't hear. Y/n nodded silently and sighed softly.

"Maybe just...try something smaller first?" She questioned and he tilted his head but caught on when she shyly touched his hand, his fingers.

"Yeah...we can do that" He whispered, caressing her hand gently and lifting it to kiss her palm. "I can do that for you" He nodded whilst his hands glided down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/n whimpered softly and closed her eyes, focusing on the intoxicating sensations he created.

His lips pressed to her cheek before scattering down her neck, sucking briefly to make her moan whilst his hands massaged her thighs. Y/n pressed herself right to him, her skin on his and her breath against his ear whilst he brushed his touch between her legs.

A low groan left him when he felt how wet she was, not that he expected less. She had been permanently soaked since they were put here. He had felt it through his clothes at the start, when they would move against one another; more recently she would grind on his thigh but he hadn't been able to really touch her how he wanted. She was much more aware than he was which surprised him with his years of restraint and experience.

Many moments of weakness had struck him. He would stroke himself as quietly as he could but he knew that she knew. They were both far too physically sensitive to feel the psychological shame. To begin with they did but now? They had accepted the desperation. They were submitting to it.

That was obvious when his forefinger slipped inside her with ease. Y/n whimpered and curled her fingers against his shoulders whilst her pussy clenched. Klaus pushed a second finger in with only slight resistance and slowly moved them in time.

"It's alright" He mumbled, kissing the side of her head "You're nice and wet for me" He whispered and she moaned softly. Her eyes squeezed shut and her head rest against his neck to muffle her sounds. His thumb hovered over her clit, encouraging her to move her hips in time with his hand.

They started tentative and gentle but the heat took over soon enough. His digits moved inside her as quickly as physically possible, her hips bucked in a frenzy and her moans were no longer hidden and quiet. She was loud, desperate, hungry for him.

Klaus bit down on his tongue to shut himself up as he pumped three fingers into her enthusiastically. He was certain he could stretch her wide enough for his whole hand but he didn't need to. She bit down on his shoulder when she came around his hand with no warning other than a broken cry.

He expected her to be exhausted but she only seemed more eager for him to finally fuck her. Her mouth was on his in seconds, begging him to take her. His fingertips rubbed her clit, trying to bring her down from her high but it only riled her up further.

"Love" He mumbled, a groan to his voice, "Sweetheart"

Eventually she stopped and looked up at him. Her pupils were blown and he fought against every instinct as he cupped her sweet face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "I got carried away"

Her cheeks were blushed red and it made him smile. "It's okay, I just didn't want you to keep going if you didn't actually want to" He murmured, knowing that the intensity of the witches magic was sending their bodies into overdrive.

Y/n nodded and glanced down at his hand with embarrassment.

"Why don't you go see if they've filled your tray?" He suggested softly so that her attention shifted. Y/n went to her feeding area and was able to relax and eat her only meal of the day whilst Klaus went to their usual sleep area. The remains of their clothes worked as some sort of bed and he sighed softly at the reality they were living in.

He promised himself that he would have her wrapped in the finest silk sheets, clad in the softest of clothes and fed the most exceptional of meals. He would care for her, he would get to care for his daughter again and see his family. He hoped they'd be happy to see him.

Similar thoughts swirled through his mind each night as he lay with her curled in his arms. Sometimes she would ask what he was thinking and he would tell her whilst she silently hoped that she would get to stay with him once they escaped.

As the full moon neared their scents became stronger and each little, harmless touch became much more intense. They both became more animalistic. Touch, food and sleep was all they wanted and it was all they got.

Klaus was far too happy with the recent development of being allowed to touch that sweet pussy of hers. His fingers were always inside her however after hours of having her fall apart on her hand she needed more. Which was how Klaus ended up with his mouth attached to her cunt for an entire night.

Much to his embarrassment Klaus had borderline begged her to touch his cock. Y/n had felt guilty for letting him struggle and stroked him until he was as much a mess as she had been.

They weren't aware that it was the night of the full moon when their lust overpowered them both.

The witches had the rest of their ingredients ready to draw from the two wolves once the moon hung high.

Klaus's mouth had moved up and down her body three times mover before his cock finally spread her pussy lips open. Her hands grabbed at his skin, her nails dragging up his back to pull him closer.

"Are you sure?" He breathed though he wasn't sure if he could actually stop himself if she said no. Thankfully she was all the more eager.

"Please Klaus, I'm sure, I'm ready" She begged, her eyes pleading with his and making him nod subconsciously and push into her.

The first few thrusts were as slow as he could manage as his fingers curled to grasp at the ground beneath them. His claws extended without him knowing whilst his cock thickened inside her and pushed against her soaking walls.

His head fell forward whilst hers went back and her own claws sunk deep into his flesh.

It only took a minute before control was tossed and Klaus's mind went into overdrive. His hips started to snap aggressively to hers, his ears longing to hear that harsh slap of their skin meeting and the immediate moan that left her lips.

His hands slid under her back to hold onto the back of her shoulders to get a good grip on her whilst he thrust into her roughly. Her legs were up around his hips and he could feel the heels of her feet hit against the base of his back with each thrust.

"God, I love you" He panted, his eyes burning gold as he clung to her tightly and pressed his lips to her jaw. Her cunt was so wet and hot, he never wanted to leave. She squeezed him so delightfully that his vision would go for a moment here and there.

Y/n couldn't close her mouth for even a second, her sounds were endless whilst she begged.

"Harder, Klaus. Please!" She cried, her claws shredding the skin of his back. He obeyed her demands and bucked his hips harsher, hitting that spot with more force.

Klaus watched her eyes roll back whilst her body tensed and tightened.

"Not yet, love" He murmured through a strained voice. He gripped her tighter and moved faster, chasing what his body desperately needed. Klaus groaned loudly, his mind was on fire, his body too. A fire of desire set them both aflame.

The witches gathered in a circle, their chanting synchronised as they felt the power start to flow.

Klaus held himself up with one hand whilst the other slide down the front of her body to dip between her legs. His cock continued to slide back and forth roughly within her whilst his fingertips began to circle her swollen clit.

Y/n was borderline screaming for him when she came undone, her jaw open when he sheathed himself to the hilt and released inside her.

Their foreheads pressed together, sticking with sweat as they panted warm air against each other's mouths.

Y/n felt the weakening first. It hit hard, as though every ounce of her energy was dragged out of her soul.

Klaus noticed her skin paling and worry settle dover him before he felt the same struggle. He muttered incoherently, trying to tell her it was okay but his mind went fuzzy but this time it wasn't due to pleasure.

He knew that the witches had completed their ritual but he hadn’t expected the effects to happen so quickly or be quite so intense. Unfortunately his thoughts were cut short when everything went dark.

It felt like days had passed when he woke again.

His head rang and his arms shifted to hold onto Y/n but she wasn't there.

Immediately he pushed himself up, ignoring the blaring ache throughout his muscles. His eyes were wide when he saw the familiarity of of his bedroom. Relief flooded him before the confusion and the worry.

"Y/N!" He yelled, his throat raw. Elijah appeared in the doorway, rushing over to his brother.

"Niklaus-" He spoke, voice clear as he put his hands on the hybrids shoulders. "It's alright- we got the coven, the majority are dead. We kept the leaders back for you to deal with and-"

"We have to go back right now!" Klaus told him, eyes wide. "Y/n's still there, tell me you didn't hurt her-" He yelled before a throat cleared and Klaus pushed Elijah out of the way.

Y/n was stood slightly behind Hayley, dressed properly for the first time in weeks and looking up at him with a tired but genuine smile.

He took fast strides before pulling her into his chest and smelling her now clean hair. He looked ahead of him and smiled when Rebekah came into view with Hope on her hip.

Y/n pulled away so that Klaus could hold his daughter and she rubbed her eyes. Hayley placed a gentle arm on Y/n's shoulder and gave her a smile.

"Welcome to the family" She told her, a lighthearted tone to her voice in hopes of keeping the positive energy of their rescue alive rather than the haunting memories of their time in the room.

[pink-yuri]

♡ Albino and Witch ♡

[die-rosastrasse]

I've been seeing lots of fascinating animals in nearby forests lately, so I'm doing some evening reading on local fauna 🦋

[ye-spirits]

Online Diary | November 17, 2024

Something hasn't been working for me when it comes to the God and the Goddess lately. I couldn't put my finger on it at first. It wasn't until after I'd done a determined makeover of the Goddess statue I have that I realized what the issue was. I don't connect with any of the popular conceptions of her floating around. This was a hard pill to swallow and something I've been avoiding for a while. The same goes for the God. I like the ritual structure of Wicca, I like the concept of worshipping two deities, a God and a Goddess, and I quite enjoyed learning about other people's favorite conception of the two-- but none of them really resonated with me.

This realization came around the time that I realized that I don't want to join a coven right now. In fact, these two things are deeply tied. I did find faces for the Goddess and the God, but they are not what other people use. Indeed, it might look like I made them entirely wholecloth to some folks, but they work for me. Call it divine inspiration. Due to this I really don't want to join any existing traditions because I'm honestly having so much fun with my solitary tradition now! It's weird because I was so stressed about finding the right coven, getting initiated, fitting in and devoting myself to the way they practice. But I think if I did that at this point in my life, I'd be miserable, and I don't see myself successfully convincing a bunch of people to start calling the Goddess a random name that came from the seedy depths of my brain, or indeed, believing that she's some eldritch creature representing the very fabric of our reality (I'm having a lot of fun with this conception of the Goddess, like lots of fun).

I seem to be doing fine now chugging along with the basic ritual structure provided by Wiccan classics, like Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft. Today, I was practicing casting a circle and creating sacred space. It was nice and I actually found myself getting into that mysterious state of flow where everything goes right and feels properly occult-y. It was also my first time using the names I have for the God and the Goddess. And it was the first time in a long time that I felt... I don't know... connected. It's sort of like I've been doing things wrong for a while, talking to a brick wall, experiencing very not enough satisfaction and feeling deeply frustrated by the whole ordeal. Then suddenly, I get the formula right, turn down the right path, and holy-shit-I'm-actually-feeling-the-presence-of-a-higher-power-right-now-it's-been-so-long. It's funny to imagine the gods watching me stubbornly muddle through my practice for the last few years, grumpy and obtuse, and then finally, finally getting it.

I also still like learning about how traditional Wiccan covens operate. I think it's interesting and cool, even if I myself do not resonate so much with all of their practices. I still do want to find a coven one day, but maybe not a traditional kind. I had a very non traditional one with my friends for a while that was more like a generalized pagan meet-up. We met by video chat every month and talked about magic and whatever we'd done with our various hodge podge of gods that month. It was nice and intimate! I'd be happy with that again-- maybe I can get those friends to revive our little group. That's an idea!

I've also found that Hekate has slowly rolled into my new concept of the Goddess. I've been devoted to her specifically for many years now, and I found myself getting pulled past her. In many ways, she's been subsumed into this Goddess in my head, but she's still there and I still treasure her guidance and her frankly dizzying number of roles in my life so far. I was afraid of this change for a long time. I felt that it was going against my commitments to Hekate. I've come to see things differently though! Change is a natural and normal part of life and I should not be afraid to let it happen.

Pictured: the Goddess in all her eldritch glory (and yes I was a fan of H.P. Lovecraft growing up). The statue's details are a bit hard to define in this photograph, but it's a black statue with a black, tentacle shaped cloak with eyes on it. It also has a black headdress on. I added the cloak and headdress. It kinda reminds me of a nun's habit, which was unintentional but fun.