#witchywriters

[juniperfrancislee2]

a near kiss, framed within a coffee ring distress

and a moon phase ambush of cold saturation

a hand pushes to the glass

the world ignorant to its existence

but it pleads with me

—return my touch—

a fright of creation in monstrous hours

i breathe within the atmosphere of dream

but come to my consciousness

as a single finger taps atop my spine

a smile surfaces as my belly blooms a warmth

and in whisper i ask what kept them so long

Juniper Francis Lee. 29. April. 2022

#juniperfrancislee #inked thoughts #poetry #writings #witchywriters

[wordwitch00]

WIP Wednesday

I'm almost done the next chapter of A Family Made, so I thought I'd share a little snippet!

Wild felt some sit behind him on the bench before a pair of strong arms wrapped around his midsection. Twilight kissed his cheek before resting his chin on Wild’s shoulder. 

“Aww, were you getting lonely, Wolfie?” Wild asked, patting Twilight’s forearms.

“Maybe,” Twilight sulked playfully before tickling Wild’s sides. “It’s fine, it’s only my Wildflower and Starshine refusing to sit with me, abandoning me…”

Wild nudged his elbow into Twilight’s stomach. “It’s only a couple more days, you dork,” Wild said as he leaned his head back to see Twilight’s face. “I think you can last that long.”

“Oh yeah?” Twilight nuzzled his nose against Wild’s cheek. He squeezed Wild’s middle before pressing their lips together. Wild smiled against Twilight’s mouth, reaching one hand up to drag his fingers along Twilight’s hair. 

A snort interrupted the tender moment, as Wild turned to look at Wind, who was rolling his eyes and trying not to laugh. Naydra, on the other hand, was clapping and giggling.

“Naydra likes when people are cuddly, don’t you, Starshine?” Twilight reached around Wild to boop her nose, making her squeal. 

“You know what she’d like more, I bet? Adventure!” Wind scooped the child up and took off around the dining hall, her laughter ringing throughout the space.

“Why does everyone just take off running with her?” Wild laughed softly, knowing Naydra was in good hands.

#witchywrites #wildlight #linkshipping #link/link #accidental baby acquisition

[witchy-writing]

Sneaky little looks

Day 4: Pining

Eddie munson x Jason adoptive sibling reader

Summary: Stealing glances and little looks, is the only way you could ever get close to Eddie

A/n: This has not been proof read, sorry. Also so sorry i’ve been gone. Super busy starting my masters soon, so stressed! Hopefully I’ll be able to be back more regularly soon.

Warnings: None

word count: 457

“Y/n!” The shrill voice of Mrs Smith cut through the silence of the class, everyone’s heads whipping round, multiple pairs of beady eyes staring into your soul. You could feel your face heating up, and you felt like you were going to explode. You just wanted to shrivel up within yourself or melt into a puddle like the wicked witch of the west.

“Stop staring into space and pay attention” Her voice became higher as she stalked towards you desk, slamming her hand down on the wooden table, making you and your stationary jump. She roughly grabbed the shut textbook on your desk, and flicked through the pages aggressively, tearing the corners of the pristine book slightly. Your eyes were wide staring, into her small sunken eyes that seem void of life. She suddenly lifted her hand, jabbing her wrinkly old finger onto the page, every jab accentuated by a word. “One” Jab “More” Jab “Warning��� Jab “And” jab “You’ll” jab “get” jab “attention” Jab, jab, jab. She was jabbing the book so hard you through her finger was going to break.

The class erupted into whispers, groups of friends were muttering, every so often staring over in your direction. Some people just looked over at you in pity, others snarled at you. But everyone’s head bolted forward, when Mrs smith suddenly shrieked “Shut up!!” and suddenly all the attention that was on you had left as quickly as it came.

The material in the class was boring, and you knew you were going to drift off into sleep soon, the textbook that was ripped open, left ignored in front of you, your eyes drifting out of the window, spotting the long black-haired guy who had caught your attention. Everyone called him a freak, a devil worshiper, his whole group being the social pariah of high school. But to you, he was mysterious, he played his cards close to his chest, and you wanted to be able to sneak up behind him and read those cards over his shoulder. It’s part of the reason you started to learn to play dungeon and dragons. You wanted to be able to join hellfire, become part of Eddie’s close circle and see him for who he really was, but being Jason’s adoptive sibling, meant that you couldn’t. You instead had to steal secretive glances across the cafeteria, in the hallways, and out the window as your brother drove you home. It meant learning d&d in private, hiding any evidence under your bed, away from your bully brother. It meant going to all your brother’s games whenever you just wanted to try and join hellfire. It meant pining after Eddie Munson, the guy who owned your heart and had no idea.

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main masterlist | Day 3 | Day 5 | 30 day challenge 

#eddie #eddie munson #x reader #inclusive #jason sibling #hellfire #nerds #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #witchywritings

[void-envoy]

"It's always been amusing to me to think most men fear the Abyss.

Foolish human. There is nothing more wretched than human nature. Nothing more vile and perverse.

Daemons avoid your kind for a reason. Treachery and betrayal are your specie's nature.

Mayflies who think they are gods. What could be more dangerous? You don't think of anything beyond yourself, because you won't last long enough to see the repercussions of your actions."

-the Dryad, from Chronicles of the Ninth

#witchywriters #trance writing

[bareinn]

hey this cool scary thing i did is on youtube rn. watch me read a CNF piece i wrote abt my black girlhood and growing pains and my mama🌟

#pls reblog if ya wanna #my-writing #writers of color #witchywriters #violin #flute #youngarts

[teawitch]

Arm the teachers...

She swaggered into the classroom, AK at her side, teacher’s little helper they called it. She swung the duffle bag off her shoulder and let it hit the linoleum floor with a thud. “Supplies for Ms. Cabot’s art class,” she said as she sank into her chair.

“Teach, did you get it?”

They called her Teach, but they said it with respect. Hell, half of them had asked for recommendations to an Education College bragging about their marksmanship. 

She’d been promised a little bonus when she accepted gun training. Trust the administration to overlook the obvious. Once they’d been trained, they’d negotiated cost of living increases, professional salaries, health insurance and supply budgets. She made a mental note to put replacing linoleum floors down as an item for consideration. But that’s not what these kids were interested in. They looked up at her with expectant faces.

“Well, Teach?”

She smiled and put her feet up on the desk. “Get the band together. Administration has agreed to fund our trip to district finals.”

#teawitch #witchywriters #arm the teachers #dystopian fiction

[airmagickbabe]

My Philosophy of 'Mythical' Creatures

As far as I know, this is a very unique theory/belief. I believe the mythical creatures we learn about in our grimoires are not as their mythical selves but rather reincarnated as human beings. That was a heavy sentence, but let me explain.

Nymphs: Nymphs are creatures that are so in tune with nature that they help it balance. Nymphs have specific bodies or land that they protect, ranging from breezes to oceans and mountains. As foretold, they always appear as women that are very kind, compassionate, and giving.

Fae: Fae are biengs that are very mischevious and curious. They are known to help in spells and rituals as long as they get something in return. Fae love attention, gifts, and getting into trouble. They can be very possessive of who they like and want in their inner circle. Hurting one physically or mentally is highly unadvised.

Knomes: Knomes are not short, but rather short tempered. They know paths very well and make them. Knomes always appear as men and love the woods. They tend to be very secluded and construction savvy.

Dragons: Dragons are among one of the rarest to find and if you find one you most likely wouldn't be able to tell. Dragons are wise, not necessarily old, and incredibly intelligent. They know how the world works from the animals that live on it to the hard core far beneath our feet. They are traditionalists and very understanding of their place. That bieng said, they demand respect and to be heard.

Unicorns: Unicorns are very self-concerned. Meaning they know that they are finer than the traditional human and demand to be treated as such. They won't do much for others unless they get something very spectacular in return. Unicorns are seen as fashonistas,very attractive, and extremely prideful.

Mermaids: Mermaids are athletic and melodic. They are often portrayed as selfish, but they are truly just very very playful. Mermaids have a true calling to the ocean and try to be there as much as possible. They are easy to bargain with and are sometimes very lustful. Mermaids are mostly identified by their athleticism and playfulness.

As these are not all, these are my very vague definitions of the creatures as I see them, human. I may have portrayed them as common, but you are very lucky if you find one or even are one! I am open to all ideas and questions that you may have.

#witchblr #witchywriters #air magick #water magick #earth magick #creature magick #philosophy #witch #witchling #creatures #myth #Mythical

[calen-witch]

Lay Me Down

Lay me down in the shade of a pomegranate tree

Let the six-pointed red-orange blossoms fall around me

And promise when the time comes

To feed me of the tart fruit

Twine asphodels in my hair

And make love to me there

Maybe I'm a bit in love with death

Maybe I'm just in love with you

Promise that spring will come only when I do

For I'd take an eternity of darkness to stay with you

Too long I've walked in warm sunlight alone

#deities #devotional #witchywriters #persephone #hades

[diawitchling-blog]

So a little bit of a writing update: I’m really excited to say that a project I’ve been thinking about for a while is finally starting to come together and my goal is that it will open doors for me in the future. I’ll be producing my writing and media under a pseudonym and have started creating accounts to focus specifically on my writing and projects. If you’re interested at all, my writing/author tumblr account is located here and I plan on doing all my writing-related posting there from now on. 

#writing #writeblr #witchywriters #writers #personal

[sola-invinctus]

Apollon Lykaios

He who came down with the wolves From where the winters are never around Their hunched legs and dripping fangs abound Racing wolves Of cattle invaded For victors claim the prize It is his kingdom For it is my kingdom high A crown of teeth and bones I wear upon my head I am the victor, I am the wolf The vicious hand and claw, the blood that splatters the floor Take not my suggestions as offense, but simply invitation The sheepish and weak are fools Cower or conquer My rapid arrows and poison darts, I bare my teeth and blood I'm glad to smile, joy and dominance, but remember that they are the same thing I am the hunter, arrows and hounds King and conqueror He who was nurtured by wolves from birth I've grown to fur and claws, and I'll howl at the moon She is my friend Let me wrap my embrace around the lambs of the flock The lion roars, but we, the wolves, keep our hunt in silence I wear my crown in pride, as king of the forest And I'll ask you this Let me bare my teeth

"Most species bare their teeth as a threat, as a display of aggression, of leadership. It is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. I want you to think of this next time I smile."

#devotion #Apollo #apollon lykaios #poem #writing #first #wolves #polytheism #pagan #witchywriters #wow I like it #I'm proud?? #gonna reblog this to my eshrine #I was doing it based off of his epithet

[juniperfrancislee2]

I think the irreparable has altered my form…I move oddly through the world around me…hips, knees, shoulders…ill fitted ratios that throw my balance off kilter and angles that figure nonsensical…lands I traversed for thousands of days don’t recognize me…an alien amongst commonplace…I refuse to pathologically fit the remaining pieces of my heart into a shape unrecognizable…the aftermath of a biohazardous love that draws applause in a world that diminishes self-value…hollering and howling…I choose to acknowledge…I decide to own…that I’ve worth and I’m worthy…my define is in the familiarity of the unfamiliar…so I keep the holes that pock my heart…the pelting pain of nature’s disaster…lunar craters I infuse with elementals…who safeguard and sublime…my great love…

#juniperfrancislee #poetry #inked thoughts #writings #witchywriters

[witchy-writing]

Creepy Crawly

Sam x gn!reader

Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.

A/n – This is basically what happened to me last night, apart from having a Sam to save me. I slept on the sofa, and I haven’t been upstairs since. Dreading going back to bed tonight! I hate spiders!

Warnings – Mentions of Spiders, Mention and description of panic attacks.

Word count – 1026

You just couldn’t get comfortable, after going to bed two hours ago, and indulging yourself in your favourite tv show, something just didn’t feel right. The bed was too lumpy, too soft, too hard; you were too hot under the duvet cover, but too cold to not have the thin cover over your body. Something just wasn’t sitting right, something making the hairs on your arm stand up. It wasn’t a monster; the bunker was protected against any evil.

Sitting up slowly, you squinted, taking in your surroundings. It was hard to see with the room being so dark, but nothing was out of place, the wardrobe and bedside table were still situated in the same place. The wardrobe doors were shut like you left them, and your personal items were still scattered across the top of your bedside table. Sighing, you lay back down. Nothing was wrong, but yet something was still off.

“Maybe if I just turn on the lamp” You whispered to yourself, reaching over, and pressing the little switch. The warm yellow glow of the lamp illuminating the room. “Nothing’s out of place” you talk to yourself “Everything’s where it belongs.”

Suddenly, you catch movement out the corner of your eye, your head whips round staring at the door. Your heart starts thumping manically, bile rising in your throat. Your hands cover your lips, muffling a small scream, you don’t want to wake the boys. The creature starts to move again, towards your bedside table, tears start to pool in your eyes.

“You’re ok (y/n), just breathe” you say to yourself, eyes focused on the area where the creature has slinked into the darkness. Slowly, building the courage, you reach forward picking up some easy clothes to change into, as well as grabbing a lore book; there’s no way you’re sleeping tonight.

Your heart rate has slowed, your breathing coming back to a normal rate. The creature still out of sight. “Right, I’ll grab all my things, and run out the door. I’ll be ok” You give yourself a pep talk. Placing your foot down on the rug, that’s when you see it.

The big black creature, scurrying across your floor back toward the door, its hairy eight legs moving un-naturally. The spider catches you by surprise and you let out a small squeal. Your eyes follow its every move, your heart pounding out of your chest, tears cascading down your cheeks. You can feel a panic attack coming on.

The spider is now by your door its thick legs tapping the wood. “I’m trapped” you sputter, “It’s blocking the door. How do I get out?” you question yourself, voice cracking. Your body frozen in place, almost like your paralyzed and the only thing you can move are your eyes.

Abruptly, the spider moves again, this time faster. Its black legs sending chills down your spine, and then it gone again, down by the side of your bedside table. Hoping that it stays there long enough for you to escape, you focus on calming your breathing. Once you feel like you have your body under control again, you wipe the few tears off your face.

Your body is still too scared to fully move, yet you’re able to gather a few items you’ll need for the night once you’ve left. “This is so stupid. It’s probably more scared of me then I am of it… maybe not.” You mutter as you pick up your phone, the screen lighting up to read 1am. “I wish I wasn’t this scared.”

Leaning down to grab your phone charger from the plug socket, your hand brushes the plastic plug, before freezing. You’re in a stare off, the dark big spider, blending into your dark oak side table. It leaps towards you, its hairy thick legs rushing towards your exposed skin.

It’s now or never, as the spider almost lands on you, you grab the few things you had already gathered, before sprinting to your door. Throwing it open, the door ricochets on its hinge. But you don’t look back, your legs carrying you towards your location and away from your worst nightmare. “I guess the bunker does let some evil in” you pant as you arrive in the library.

Finding the small, comfy seat in the corner, you sit down with a sigh, being away from the spider means that its easier for you think clearly. Checking the time, you see that its 2:30am. “It took me an hour and a half to escape. But at least I’m safe now!” You let out a breathy laugh, “I can hunt the things that go bump in the night but can’t save myself from a spider.”

When you open your eyes, its early morning, your head feels groggy but you’re glad you managed to get some shut eye. All you can remember before you went to sleep was the big black spider, you’re surprised you didn’t have a nightmare. “I wonder if it’s still in my room” You murmur, thoughts of the creature of darkness crawling over your skin as you try to sleep.

Promptly, your thoughts were interrupted the door to the library opening, as Sam padded in, yawning, and stretching; a small amount of his flannel rising, displaying his sculpted stomach.

“Oh, (y/a)! What are you doing up sweetheart?” He questioned, his eyes calming and soothing. Tears started to build up in your eyes, a small one dribbling down your cheek. His face scrunching up in worry.

“There was a spider, in my room. Like big.” You wave your hands around to demonstrate.

“Why didn’t you wake me (y/n), you know I would have saved you” Sam mumbled, wiping the tears away from the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about Sweetheart. Go to my room, get some sleep and I’ll go check your room”

Standing silently, you nod your head at the gentle giant, a breathy ‘thank you’ tumbling off of your lips.

You might be scared of spiders, but you smile as you know the boys, especially your man will always protect you; even if it’s just a creepy crawly.

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previous fanfic here | Main masterlist here

#Sam #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #x reader #supernatural x reader #x y/n #spn x reader #spn x y/a #spn x you #gender neutral reader #fanfic #supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #witchywritings #witchy-writings

[void-envoy]

I can already see the currents shifting. Some merge, some slip away, and some new ones are formed.

Yet the river flows, tearing the sediment underneath. This is a violent stream. It's not over. I don't think we'll ever reach the ocean.

#Trance writing #witchywriters

[making-a-ru]

30 Day Witch Challenge: Quote the Witch

This challenge was to give a quote that makes me feel witchy.

I am a pretty positive person, sometimes to a fault. I could be in a ditch but my head will still be in the clouds. Even though dark things happen to me, I am the light. I make myself become the light.

So a quote to best explain what I try to live every day?

"I think I'll try defying Gravity."

#saltchallenge #challenge #witch #quotes #witch quotes #wicked #babywitch #inspiring quotes #inspiration #witchblr #witchy writing #witchywriters

[teawitch]

Feeling chilly? Let Garrick heat things up. 

More on fictionpress

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3316314/1/Made-to-Serve-a-King

#gay romance #Gay fantasy #m/m fantasy #fictionpress #witchywriters #teawitch #gay elves

[quantum-natura]

Death Witchcraft: Volume I

By Yunan Kirkbride aka @death-witch-envy

A review by @starborn-witch

First off, I would like to comment on the formatting and artwork contained within the zine. Yunan's information is organized in a fashion that is clear and concise, as well as readable. She included beautiful hand drawn illustrations and embellishments that give the zine a friendly and welcoming feel. Though it only contains 24 pages, Yunan’s attention to detail brings the information to life.

The zine begins with a fact page containing information on what can be found within the pages, where the information was sourced, and why one would choose to practice death witchcraft. Yunan immediately empathizes with the reader in confiding about her personal feelings about death and puts the readers mind at ease by acknowledging her own fear of what happens when we pass, while explaining that this path has helped with the acceptance of complicated feelings about death.

The zine continues with Yunan’s personal theories and views of the afterlife. She humbly states that these are her own views and that nobody really has all the answers about what happens when we die, while still providing comfort in painting a picture of what one can expect. Yunan gives a brief, yet effective description of energy work in this section, without overwhelming the reader with too much information.

Next, she delves right into the heart of the craft and what it entails. Yunan provides clear and concise information on grave cleaning, grave hearing, and gathering graveyard dirt, while also providing information on the legalities of tending graves and cemeteries. She suggests items to bring as offerings and asks the reader several thoughtful questions to use in reflection after tending a cemetery. The questions are perfect for newer practitioners and experienced witches alike in that they are introspective and meant to help ANYONE that may feel uneasy about death and dying, regardless of their craft experience.

Yunan continues with the important topic of overcoming the fear of death. She relays some of her own experiences and divulges some of her fears. Yunan never claims to have all the answers to overcoming the fear of death, but includes a detailed and effective exercise to practice. She is careful to highlight the importance of checking in with one’s energy and feelings during the exercise, and includes a list of feelings and sensations that one might experience, which really put’s the practitioner’s mind at ease.

The zine proceeds with how to sense death energy. For this exercise, Yunan offers several tips on how to conjure death energy. Again, she asks the reader many thoughtful questions about feelings, insights, and sensations experienced during the exercise. She has an intuitive way of bringing out the reader’s introspective nature which is so helpful when learning any new skill, especially a magical one.

Next, Yunan tackles the topic of spirit communication. She provides a simple and effective technique to send messages to those who have passed on. Yunan includes a list of herbs that are effective in aiding with spirit communication and outlines a simple way of establishing house rules with home spirits. She continues with basic communication techniques and offers suggestions for setting up a shrine for a dead loved one.

Yunan proceeds with techniques on how to help the dead. She explains the difference between occasional offerings and standing offerings and provides detailed explanations of both methods and their uses. Yunan continues with simple, yet thorough protection techniques and tips. She includes a list of protective crystals and elements, as well as a recipe for a protection powder that can be modified for both indoor and outdoor usage.

The zine concludes with an extremely useful “Death Witch’s List” of tools. She includes everything from herbs and plants, to oils and liquids. Yunan provides a list of practical tools that can assist one in death witchcraft, as well as explanations on how to use them.

As someone who has been affected by death, dying, and grief more times than I  care to admit, this zine is like the missing puzzle piece to my craft. When I started my path as a witch, I truly had no idea where it would lead me. I have always been a ‘seeker’, a person with a mission. I didn’t know what that mission truly entailed until I picked up Yunan’s zine. In her closing thoughts, she states:

“As witches, we care for every soul affected by death. We care for ghosts, and mourners, and for ourselves.”

This zine has helped me crystalize my purpose and given me the tools to take my craft to a level where I can heal from my grief and hopefully help others heal as well. I can’t promise that it will have the same profound effect on you, but if you’re at all curious about death witchcraft and what it entails, I highly recommend giving Yunan’s zine a read. I know I’ll be purchasing Volume II as soon as she publishes it! In the meantime, you can purchase a copy of Volume I from her etsy shop here.

Thanks for reading and happy witching!

#witchblr #death witchcraft #death-witch-envy #witchywriters #witchy writers #zine review #witchcraft #witchcraft resources #starborn-witch