#A Side of Witches

[wyrmlair]

Starting a really specific collection of images

[jacodraws]

remember when this arc was about having little sandwiches at cafes...

[ephemerle]

[undeadmagick]

a tip for beginners since it worried me when i first started: its important to note that while there are deities that are heavily connected to each other, you’re not obligated to work with both of them.

many people speak on specifically married deities (ex: hades & persephone, zeus & hera, odin & frigg). a lot of people refer to them as a “package deal” since they are heavily entwined. but it’s important for those just starting out, this does not mean you have to work with both.

as someone who works with hades, some of my offerings to him are related to persephone but i don’t worship her. in fact, when i had the opportunity to meet her and ask, she smiled and said, “you’re not mine”. we both mutually understood that we didn’t have a connection to one another but we have mutual respect and kindness for one another.

the “package deal” part is where i offer my coffee that is too sweet for hades so he said he’ll hand it to persephone instead. which is the cutest fucking thing btw omg

this is all just in an effort to say, please do not worry about having to work with two deities rather than one. don’t get overwhelmed.

[always-a-king-or-queen]

The ache will go away, eventually. 

That was what the Professor told them, the day they got back. When they tumbled from the wardrobe in a heap of tangled limbs, and found that the world had been torn from under their feet with all the kindness of a serpent. 

They picked themselves off of the floorboards with smiles plastered on child faces, and sat with the Professor in his study drinking cup after cup of tea. 

But the smiles were fake. The tea was like ash on their tongues. And when they went to bed that night, none of them could sleep in beds that were too foreign, in bodies that had not been their own for years. Instead they grouped into one room and sat on the floor and whispered, late into the night. 

When morning came, Mrs. Macready discovered the four of them asleep in Peter and Edmund’s bedroom, tangled in a heap of pillows and blankets with their arms looped across one another. They woke a few moments after her entry and seemed confused, lost even, staring around the room with pale faces, eyes raking over each framed painting on the wall and across every bit of furniture as if it was foreign to them. “Come to breakfast,” Mrs. Macready said as she turned to go, but inside she wondered. 

For the children’s faces had held the same sadness that she saw sometimes in the Professor’s. A yearning, a shock, a numbness, as if their very hearts had been ripped from their chests.

At breakfast Lucy sat huddled between her brothers, wrapped in a shawl that was much too big for her as she warmed her hands around a mug of hot chocolate. Edmund fidgeted in his seat and kept reaching up to his hair as if to feel for something that was no longer there. Susan pushed her food idly around on her plate with her fork and hummed a strange melody under her breath. And Peter folded his hands beneath his chin and stared at the wall with eyes that seemed much too old for his face. 

It chilled Mrs. Macready to see their silence, their strangeness, when only yesterday they had been running all over the house, pounding through the halls, shouting and laughing in the bedrooms. It was as if something, something terrible and mysterious and lengthy, had occurred yesterday, but surely that could not be. 

She remarked upon it to the Professor, but he only smiled sadly at her and shook his head. “They’ll be all right,” he said, but she wasn’t so sure. 

They seemed so lost. 

Lucy disappeared into one of the rooms later that day, a room that Mrs. Macready knew was bare save for an old wardrobe of the professor’s. She couldn’t imagine what the child would want to go in there for, but children were strange and perhaps she was just playing some game. When Lucy came out again a few minutes later, sobbing and stumbling back down the hall with her hair askew, Mrs. Macready tried to console her, but Lucy found no comfort in her arms. “It wasn’t there,” she kept saying, inconsolable, and wouldn’t stop crying until her siblings came and gathered her in their arms and said in soothing voices, “Perhaps we’ll go back someday, Lu.” 

Go back where, Mrs. Macready wondered? She stepped into the room Lucy had been in later on in the evening and looked around, but there was nothing but dust and an empty space where coats used to hang in the wardrobe. The children must have taken them recently and forgotten to return them, not that it really mattered. They were so old and musty and the Professor had probably forgotten them long ago. But what could have made the child cry so? Try as she might, Mrs. Macready could find no answer, and she left the room dissatisfied and covered in dust. 

Lucy and Edmund and Peter and Susan took tea in the Professor’s room again that night, and the next, and the next, and the next. They slept in Peter and Edmund’s room, then Susan and Lucy’s, then Peter and Edmund’s again and so on, swapping every night till Mrs. Macready wondered how they could possibly get any sleep. The floor couldn’t be comfortable, but it was where she found them, morning after morning. 

Each morning they looked sadder than before, and breakfast was silent. Each afternoon Lucy went into the room with the wardrobe, carrying a little lion figurine Edmund had carved her, and came out crying a little while later. And then one day she didn’t, and went wandering in the woods and fields around the Professor’s house instead. She came back with grassy fingers and a scratch on one cheek and a crown of flowers on her head, but she seemed content. Happy, even. Mrs. Macready heard her singing to herself in a language she’d never heard before as Lucy skipped past her in the hall, leaving flower petals on the floor in her wake. Mrs. Macready couldn’t bring herself to tell the child to pick them up, and instead just left them where they were. 

More days and nights went by. One day it was Peter who went into the room with the wardrobe, bringing with him an old cloak of the Professor’s, and he was gone for quite a while. Thirty or forty minutes, Mrs. Macready would guess. When he came out, his shoulders were straighter and his chin lifted higher, but tears were dried upon his cheeks and his eyes were frightening. Noble and fierce, like the eyes of a king. The cloak still hung about his shoulders and made him seem almost like an adult. 

Peter never went into the wardrobe room again, but Susan did, a few weeks later. She took a dried flower crown inside with her and sat in there at least an hour, and when she came out her hair was so elaborately braided that Mrs. Macready wondered where on earth she had learned it. The flower crown was perched atop her head as she went back down the hall, and she walked so gracefully that she seemed to be floating on the air itself. In spite of her red eyes, she smiled, and seemed content to wander the mansion afterwards, reading or sketching or making delicate jewelry out of little pebbles and dried flowers Lucy brought her from the woods. 

More weeks went by. The children still took tea in the Professor’s study on occasion, but not as often as before. Lucy now went on her daily walks outdoors, and sometimes Peter or Susan, or both of them at once, accompanied her. Edmund stayed upstairs for the most part, reading or writing, keeping quiet and looking paler and sadder by the day. 

Finally he, too, went into the wardrobe room. 

He stayed for hours, hours upon hours. He took nothing in save for a wooden sword he had carved from a stick Lucy brought him from outside, and he didn’t come out again. The shadows lengthened across the hall and the sun sank lower in the sky and finally Mrs. Macready made herself speak quietly to Peter as the boy came out of the Professor’s study. “Your brother has been gone for hours,” she told him crisply, but she was privately alarmed, because Peter’s face shifted into panic and he disappeared upstairs without a word. 

Mrs. Macready followed him silently after around thirty minutes and pressed an ear to the door of the wardrobe room. Voices drifted from beyond. Edmund’s and Peter’s, yes, but she could also hear the soft tones of Lucy and Susan. 

“Why did he send us back?” Edmund was saying. It sounded as if he had been crying.  

Mrs. Macready couldn’t catch the answer, but when the siblings trickled out of the room an hour later, Edmund’s wooden sword was missing, and the flower crown Susan had been wearing lately was gone, and Peter no longer had his old cloak, and Lucy wasn’t carrying her lion figurine, and the four of them had clasped hands and sad, but smiling, faces. 

Mrs. Macready slipped into the room once they were gone and opened the wardrobe, and there at the bottom were the sword and the crown and the cloak and the lion. An offering of sorts, almost, or perhaps just items left there for future use, for whenever they next went into the wardrobe room.  

But they never did, and one day they were gone for good, off home, and the mansion was silent again. And it had been a long time since that morning that Mrs. Macready had found them all piled together in one bedroom, but ever since then they hadn’t quite been children, and she wanted to know why.

She climbed the steps again to the floor of the house where the old wardrobe was, and then went into the room and crossed the floor to the opposite wall. 

When she pulled the wardrobe door open, the four items the Pevensie children had left inside of it were missing. 

And just for a moment, it seemed to her that a cool gust of air brushed her face, coming from the darkness beyond where the missing coats used to hang.

[ptanalo]

They are forever in their honeymoon era 🫶

[musubiki]

i think the most powerful final form for mochi timeskip outfit will embrace her witch nature 🖤

[majingenosthesecond]

new yttd update just dropped. i wonder who this is?

[dummybirdnero]

Bought an SH Figuarts of Suletta and decided to mess around with her a bit anyways skater Suletta

[diver5ion]

[phantom-sleuth]

Wanted to rec some other fantasy manga i've been reading.

Here are the one i recommended last time being, dungeon meshi, witch hat atelier and Soara and the monsters house. (with a special shout outs to soara since that one caught me off guard with how good it is)

And now i want to rec some other fantasy manga that im caught up with:

Mamayuyu -

A battle manga about a young man who was adopted by the demon lord "mamama" who lives in a world where monsters and demons live in harmony with eachother, before heroes and demon lords from other worlds start invading his world. Alot of the story so far is focused on him trying to find the meaning in being a hero in a peaceful world.

Its currently ongoing and weekly, however since its in jump its also has a high likelihood of getting axed, so at least keep an eye on this one.

Erio and the electric doll -

A girl love and adventure story about a girl and an electric doll going on an adventure so that the doll can experience the outside world.

Its currently ongoing and monthly, though it appears to be in somewhat of a hiatus.

Frieren at the funeral -

An adventure story about an elf and her party coming home after the defeat of the demon king after a 10 year long adventure. Most of the story so far is about the elf grappling with the passage of time and making the most of it. With the central plot being her going on another adventure with the apprentices of her former party and dealing with the remnants of the demon kings army.

Its currently ongoing and has an anime adaptation.

The girl from the other side

A manga about a girl and a beast named "teacher" living together in the middle of a forest. i would say more but this one is one better read blind.

the manga is currently finished and has a anime adaptation.

Mashle -

A gag and battle manga that stars a boy with no magic in a magical world enrolling in a magical academy and having to conceal his identity from others. Its like harry potter but well written and not made by a transphobe.

The manga is currently finished and has an anime adaptation

[owlhousetarot]

Queen of Wands: Willow and Boscha

Upright: Confidence, self-assurance, courage, passion, determination, charisma, optimism, a social butterfly

Reversed: Lack of confidence/overconfidence, selfishness, jealousy, temperamental, introversion, lack of passion, a bully

The Queen of Wands is someone with great passion, who carries themself with confidence and whose charisma causes people to naturally gravitate toward them. In Wing it Like Witches, both Willow and Boscha demonstrate the positive and negative aspects of this card in different ways. Willow, having begun mending her relationship with Amity, is feeling more confident and is making friends much more easily than before. She's able to use her passion for plant magic to excel in school and to attract admiration from her peers, and her outlook is generally more optimistic. Her self-image isn't fully matured yet, though; she still falls prey to Boscha's bullying at the beginning of the episode with little resistance.

Conversely to Willow's tentative confidence, Boscha displays self-assuredness to the point where it overflows into arrogance. Enabled by students and teachers alike as captain of the Grudgby team, Boscha wields her social dominance like a weapon against those who might challenge her, betraying a sense of insecurity and jealousy. She is certainly passionate and determined, but she won't accept anybody into her social circle who she believes lacks those traits. It's a serious blow to her ego when Willow not only stands up to her in their Grudgby match, but wins over her friends even though Boscha's team won.

Deck Order:

< Previous: Knight of Wands | Next: King of Wands >

Show Chronology:

< Previous: The Lovers (Upright) | Next: The Emperor >

[ptanalo]

getting used to drawing them

[musubiki]

my best friend is the main character

[antikristvs]

Ave Satanas, Lucifer!

[amoritasart]

He learned from the best ! ☺️

Meanwhile Caleb

Based on my AU