#maybe i am a witch

[pellucid-constellations]

you must be a witch bc how did you make my fall over for a character I’ve never heard and are making me crave more🤨

I sincerely love that you read the fic even though you don't even know that man

[may12324]

Sabran and the White Wyrm - from The Priory of the Orange Tree.

[recycledraccoon]

[inkskinned]

i. about 2 weeks ago, i was told there's a good chance that in 5 or so years, i'll need a wheelchair.

ii. okay. i loved harry potter as a kid. i have a hypothesis about this to be honest - why people still kind of like it. it's that she got very lucky. she managed to make a cross-generational hit. it was something shared for both parents and kids. it was right at the start of a huge cultural shift from pre to post-internet. i genuinely think many people were just seeking community; not her writing. it was a nice shorthand to create connection. which is a long way of saying - she didn't build this legacy, we built it for her. she got lucky, just once. that's all.

iii. to be real with you, i still struggle with identifying as someone with a disability, which is wild, especially given the ways my life has changed. i always come up against internalized ableism and shame - convinced even right now that i'm faking it for attention. i passed out in a grocery store recently. i hit my head on the shelves while i went down.

iv. he raises his eyebrows while he sends me a look. her most recent new book has POTS featured in it. okay, i say. i already don't like where this is going. we both take another bite of ramen. it is a trait of the villain, he says. we both roll our eyes about it.

v. so one of the things about being nonbinary but previously super into harry potter is that i super hate jk rowling. but it is also not good for my mental health to regret any form of joy i engaged with as a kid. i can't punish my young self for being so into the books - it was a passion, and it was how i made most of my friends. everyone knew about it. i felt like everyone had my same joy, my same fixation. as a "weird kid", this sense of belonging resonated with me so loudly that i would have done anything to protect it.

vi. as a present, my parents once took me out of school to go see the second movie. it is an incredibly precious memory: my mom straight-up lying about a dentist appointment. us snickering and sneaking into the weekday matinee. within seven years of this experience, the internet would be a necessity to get my homework finished. the world had permanently changed. harry potter was a relic, a way any of us could hold onto something of the analog.

vii. by sheer luck, the year that i started figuring out the whole gender fluid thing was also the first year people started to point out that she might have some internalized biases. i remember tumblr before that; how often her name was treated as godhood. how harry potter was kind of a word synonymous for "nerdy but cool." i would walk out of that year tasting he/him and they/them; she would walk out snarling and snapping about it.

viii. when i teach older kids creative writing, i usually tell them - so, she did change the face of young adult fiction, there's no denying that. she had a lot more opportunities than many of us will - there were more publishing houses, less push for "virally" popular content creators. but beyond reading another book, we need to write more books. we need to uplift the voices of those who remain unrepresented. we need to push for an exposure to the bigotry baked into the publishing system. and i promise you: you can write better than she ever did. nothing she did was what was magical - it was the way that the community responded to it.

ix. i get home from ramen. three other people have screenshotted the POTS thing and sent it to me. can you fucking believe we're still hearing this shit from her when it's almost twenty-fucking-twenty-three. the villain is notably also popular on tumblr. i just think that's funny. this woman is a billionaire and she's mad that she can't control the opinions of some people on a dying blue site that makes no money. lady, and i mean this - get a fucking life.

x. i am sorry to the kid i was. maybe the kid you were too. none of us deserved to see something like this ruined. that thing used to be precious to me. and now - all those good times; measured into dust.

/// 9.6.2022 // FUCKING AGAIN, JK? Are you fucking kidding me?

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[greeenchrysanthemums]

Alright, for now, this is everyones' roll in this au

Gem: Commander of the royal arm

Scott & Impulse: Gem's right-hand men and good friends + Royal Knights

Skizz: Knight + Impulse's best friend

Ren: The figure head king

Martyn: Royal advisor + resistances double agent

Bdubs: Royal gardener

Grian: Leader of the resistance

Scar: Grian's right-hand man + a wizard

Etho: Former royal knight + the resistances explosives engineer

Mumbo: Grian's best friend + second engineer of explosives

Cleo: blacksmith + resistance member

Tango + Jimmy: farmers who secretly supply the resistance with food and the likes

BigB: baker + resistance member

Pearl: Gem's best friend + secretly a resistance member (this will cause problems)

[betweenblackberrybranches]

First meetings part 5

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Bonus episode

Well this isn't how Y/N wanted to let their new aquaintance know that they are a witch... especally because that new aquaintance has been living with wizards for a very long time and probably absorbed their biases

Seems like Sun and Moon are more concerned for Y/Ns safety than anything else though... Lets just say they have some history with witch executions..

Sun really just said "i dont want to deal with this situation" and noped out by pulling the curtains closed... good for him

[plant-ago]

An original work written for The Wizard, the Witch, and the Wild One (@worldsbeyondpod).

Refrain:

Oh, my roots, grow gentle Oh, my words, go free Go where the world is simple Cross o’er the farthest sea

Sail away, my little darling To a place that will be kind; May the waves and currents guide you May you bloom in your own time

There will come times of sorrow, But my darling, do not fear Though you’ll learn to make your own way When you call, I will be here

May your spirit ne’er be broken And your judgement always wise; And your heart and garden growing All as free as wind and sky

[cyellolemon]

Too many characters from wha i wanna draw... but them... i love them a lot

[cozylittleartblog]

a few doodles because swatchlings would love halloween i think. dressing up is fun :)

[ghurab-alzilal]

Journey Through Multiverse II

Damian, talking with Batman 666 : So, you gave your soul to the demon and that gave you immortality.

Batman 666: That's right, I can even use a couple of magic tricks.

Damian: Cool.

Raven: Damian Thomas Wayne Al Ghul, don't even think about it.

Damian: What?

Raven: Swear to me that under no circumstances will you sell your soul to the demon.

Batman 666: Too late Witch Girl, he, like me, has already eternally bound his soul to the demon and that is not going to change.

Raven: Not if I can help it.

Damian, confused : Wait what? I haven't even been in contact with a-

Batman 666: *winks*

Damian, looks closely at Batman 666 who is looking at Raven and, after thinking about it for a while, turns to Raven and nods : He's right. My soul belongs to the demon and what's worse I gave it for free. But I do not regret.

*Damian and Raven get into a heated argument*

Raven: I'll find a way to undo it!

Damian: You can't.

Raven: No Damian! Why? At what point did you do it?

Damian: The moment I met you.

Raven: Wait what?

Damian and Batman 666: *smiling with the same smile*

Raven: *blushes*

Batman 666, smirking : The White Witch will never believe me when I tell her this.

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4

Based on this AU by @chaosticbirds

[modeus-the-unbound]

Due to the monochrome color pallete of Slay the Princess, we actually missed out on a crucial detail that would help explain a fair amount of the Witch's character. She is an orange furred cat-girl.

[a-little-unsteddie]

strawberries & lemonade

i have wanted to write something for this month’s @steddiemicrofic challenge, but i have been unable to get my brain to do anything with it for some reason. however! that ended tonight and i was able to write this and now i’m gonna think about witch!steve for the rest of forever. thank you @sailing-through-hawkins and @hammity-hammer for enabling me. alternative title: how much world building can rowan fit into this ficlet? answer: tbd

prompt: charm || word count: 548 || rated: t

If you needed something magic related, there was only one place in Hawkins to find it.

Okay, well, maybe that was a lie, but there was only one place that anyone with any self respect would go to. Which is why Eddie found himself approaching the Harrington cottage at the barrier between town and the wilds.

Eying the edge of the wilds warily, Eddie carefully made his way up the stone path to the front door. When he looked up at the front door, he was surprised to see the witch leaning against the railing of his porch. He wasn’t exactly what Eddie had been expecting; he was wearing a worn yellow shirt with brown leggings, and some brown leather boots. Atop his head wasn’t a stereotypical witch hat, but his hair was tucked into what appeared to be a crocheted hair bandana. All of that is to say, he didn’t look like who Eddie had expected to find when he left the small place he called home that afternoon.

“Well met,” Eddie breathed, eyes wide as he met Steve’s gaze head on.

“Well met,” Steve returned, smiling slightly. He gestured towards a small set up where he had put out lemonade and fresh fruit, “Come sit. We can talk.” Eddie’s stomach immediately growled as he walked up the steps to sit where Steve had motioned.

“Are the stories true?” Eddie asked, looking at the food and beverage with apprehension. Steve sat across from him, sitting with his legs folded under him.

“What stories?” Steve asked, before noticing his apprehensive demeanor and snorted. “No.”

Eddie flushed, ducking his head as he muttered a quiet, but sincere apology. He reached out and grabbed a strawberry, humming happily as he bit into it.

“My uncle is sick,” Eddie said, as he sipped the lemonade. The witch hummed, eating one of the strawberries himself. “I heard you’re the best.”

“You heard correctly,” Steve said, nodding. “What ails him?”

“We..we think it’s a curse.”

“We?”

“I,” Eddie amended, looking sheepish. “I think it’s a curse.”

Steve hummed and looked at Eddie expectantly, which the man took as a sign to continue. He explained the little he did know about his uncle’s condition, a persistent fever that refused to go down, with fever dreams of black dogs plaguing his fitful sleep. All the while, Steve listened carefully, looking more and more angry as he continued.

“I agree with your assessment,” Steve said, standing abruptly. “Stay here.” He said before disappearing into the cottage, leaving Eddie sitting on his porch alone. When he returned, Steve held out a small charm. Eddie hesitated briefly before grabbing it.

“Put this beneath his pillow for three nights, and the fever will break and the dreams will cease,” Steve explained, eyebrows furrowed, betraying his concern. “Nights only,” He reiterated. Eddie nodded slowly, peering at the small charm curiously.

After a moment, Eddie looked up at the witch. “I don’t have a lot to offer in return,” he admitted guiltily.

Steve smiled softly, “I only ask for a boon.”

“A boon?”

“You will know,” Steve said, reaching out for Eddie’s hand, covering it completely with his own. Eddie hissed, shaking it out before realizing Steve had seared his sigil onto the back of his hand. “And you will come.”

[johnnyzest]

a companion 🐎

[amphibianaday]

day 1181

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations