#pnw coven

[fiantacleasai]

So, are folk witch covens a thing? Really I just mean, offline small social circles of folk witches. I know they have to be, but I can’t even find any covens in my city - much less a folk magic centered one. Nor any pagan communities outside of CUUPs. I must be looking in the wrong places.

[fuckmeyer]

Ok so I follow you because of your amazing analyzing and theories of twilight, but it's gotten to a point I have to consider reading your stories, and besides a Paul lahote story here or there over the years, I haven't really read twilight stories, especially ones that aren't about the Wolfpack.

I'm scared. So I wanted to ask about yours, what is it like?

Is it crazy like full of plot twists and insanity and madness covered into brilliance (the good kind) or crazy in a way that I start liking bella and edward (the terrifying part)?

(If you answer this, please consider the fact it might actually make me reread twilight (the original) and start ranting worse. For both our sanities, is it smart?)

Is it crazy like full of plot twists and insanity and madness covered into brilliance (the good kind) or crazy in a way that I start liking bella and edward (the terrifying part)?

both! liking Bella & Edward is THE biggest plot twist of this saga LOL. i'm not really one to hype my work so bear with me. here's the difference between Twilight & In The Afterlight:

the familiar:

setting. rainy rural PNW vibes

rough plot. girl meets vampire. vampire wants to kill her. love ensues. it starts you off in familiar territory, then slowly peels away as the story progresses. you'll find enough of the "iconic" scenes to keep you oriented in nostalgia, but not so much that you feel chained to the original book.

characters. no OCs. Bella & Edward are somewhat OOC, but their core traits are still intact.

the unfamiliar(ish):

Bella's personality. i think it was @blurry-walker who made this excellent point: we're supposed to like Bella because of how she's described, not by how she acts. Bella is not really selfless, mature, observant, compassionate, intellectual, or self-aware. which would be fine... if that were the author's intention. i've tried making Bella a mix between how she's described & how she acts: selfless, contemplative, & stubborn, with a sense of humor. & i threw in a backstory & hobbies - i.e, drawing, music, reading - so she has a life besides Edward. (she can still act like she's 18 tho. as a treat.)

Edward's personality. no stalking, no anger issues or mood swings, no misogyny, no invalidation of Bella's choices, no militant chastity. just a vampire who's lost his way & startled to discover he is every bit a part of this world as Bella. more humorous, more overwrought/ romantic, more contemplative.

the result is a relationship that's rooted in mutual respect, common interests & values, & genuine companionship. they talk about philosophy, they exchange mixtapes, they tease each other, & have slightly less self-control when it comes to sexual intimacy

James/Victoria plotline

twilight is less fairytale, more gothic horror

deeper thematic discussions (bc i think they're neat! :D). what does it mean to be you? how do you find yourself again when you're lost? what's the secret to keeping your humanity in death?

vampire/Cullen lore. what's the difference between a golden-eyed vampire and a red-eyed one? what are "la tua cantantes" and "mates"? why are the Cullens going to high school? what's the Cullen-Volturi relationship like? who are the Cullens, really? i'm trying to paint them as grayer characters & have their personalities/backstories make sense for who they are.

werewolf lore. i *hate* canon imprinting - how an imprinter loses him/herself to the imprint, how the imprintee can't say no, the fact that they imprint on CHILDREN when the theory behind imprinting is to "find the strongest genes"... NO. i hate it all. i hate that smeyer appropriates the legends of the Quileute tribe & how stereotypes/ tropes of Native people are perpetuated in this series. i especially hate the double-standards Bella puts on the pack vs the coven. justice for the wolfpack or bust

since you mentioned liking the wolfpack (same), the sequel, Come Nightfall (aka New Moon), has way more wolfpack content than the original, & we see a lot more interactions between Jake & Bella. (and Bella & Sam!)

i don't feel it's my place to tell you whether you should read this or even whether it's good. if it helps, this is what other people say:

"This… Was incredible. It was the kind of fanfiction that should be praised along the classics of the fandom, the kind you would want to print and put in the shelf in between Twilight and Life And Death."

"This is, to me, the epitome of great fanfiction--you took the story idea and characters and tweaked them to how you imagine it would be better as well as adding in your own flare, AND you have the story telling ability to back it up."

"You've managed to write something that not only surpasses the source material, but flies so far beyond it in nuance, craftsmanship, raw emotion and SMUT that it travelled through space and time continuum and shows no signs of stopping. Every time I think it can't get better, it does."

"I read both of your books in like 2 days; I couldn’t put them down. This is some of the best writing I’ve ever read on here."

"What a gem of a story. I read it in one sitting, the best canon rewrite I've ever read. Very very clever writing, engaging plot, and the most real Bella and Edward relationship I've ever seen. Everything about it, Bella and Jacob, Sam, Alice and Bella's dynamic, Billy and Bella, everything added so much colour to this story. I can't believe this came from Meyer's twilight and New Moon. Absolutely genius."

[jestergal]

gonna be kinda miffed if i end up moving away from the city without at least chilling with another trans girl at least once. like this is the PNW i thought this was a place you could turn around and end up in some sort of 30-person witch coven/polycule. although it's mostly my fault bc i do not really put feelers out there like that

to sum it all up: "damn i wish i hung out with other girls more" says girl not putting in the effort to hang out with other girls

[john-halo]

Mr. John Halo. Do you like the rain?

I do. I live in the pnw and it's very soothing.

Not really. I'm infantry. Had too many days I hated the mud more than the Covenant.

[blackhouseltd]

**Video Premiere**

Blacktracks - "Witches" Official Music Video & Digital Single.

Full Video: https://youtu.be/bLyNMqBIJk8

Digital single now also available on all streaming platforms. Northwest show dates kick off this Saturday:

9/9 - Richland, WA - Uptown Theatre

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[lcnelyday]

the barton legacy, four traumatized babies wading their way through the world. the barton legacy is a family of witches who control the pnw covens, ruled by matriarch lila barton, the youngest witch to ever take over the legacy. her sister winnie is trying to run from everything their family gets up to, while their older cousin delphine is trying to soak up as much of the power as she can. finally, there is silas barton, a troubled man who traded his magic for eternal life, becoming a vampire over three hundred years earlier, banished from the family until lila took over, bringing him back into the fold. smarter to have a vampire on their side than to have him as an enemy.

[worshipthedoll]

Playing chess while they play checkers ♟

[earthwitchinoregon]

She was free in her wilderness

She was a wanderess,

a drop of free water

She belonged to no man and to no city.

- Roman Payne

[toastedmushroom]

Pictures from my coven camping trip!

[theantiquefairy]

Searching for a Coven

I am very interested in joining a coven. I need a community to help me find awakening. I still am a baby witch and not sure if I lean more wicca or pagan or a middle ground.

I have been in a rut and just want to break that trend and get more into my practice but I realize that I need help.

If anyone has any internet covens or PNW covens that they know of and trust, please let me know 🤎

[ozwyz]

Covenant / / / / / #artdaily #art #arte #artist #artgallery #artwork #abstractartwork #abstractart #abstract #photoshop #glitch #kaleidoscope #reflection #creative #seattle #tacomawa #washington #edited #pnw #follow #digitalart #amazing #hot #cool #design #discoverart https://instagr.am/p/CKNbTion-2V/

[prudnces]

( 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒 & 𝚌𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 ) + you know 𝘗𝘙𝘜𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘝𝘈𝘕 𝘏𝘖𝘓𝘛, the 25 year-old 𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘝𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘛𝘖𝘙 that has lived in eldstead 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚? i heard she has a tendency to be 𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘊𝘌𝘍𝘜𝘓, 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓, 𝘋𝘐𝘚𝘖𝘉𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘛 & 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘓𝘠. the 𝘛𝘈𝘜𝘙𝘜𝘚 has equipped 𝘒𝘌𝘠 in time for the full moon.

HI i’m hero, 22, i lov horror movies and no longer have a shudder subscription :pensive: normally i do these on google docs but i’m lazy and prue is Incredibly New so i’m still trying to get the hang of things

name: prudence van holt  nicknames: prue, p age: 25 gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her d.o.b.: april 23, 1995 zodiac: taurus sexual orientation: homosexual homoromantic mbti: isfj - the protector character inspo: wynonna earp, veronica mars, prudence halliwell (mayb i took the name don’t look @ me) aesthetics: a steaming mug of black coffee, deep green woollen sweaters, golden rings and necklaces adorning her, a camera hanging around her neck, the mist of the morning, a deer grazing in the forest, the heavy thud of boots against old hardwood, a grandfather clock striking the witching hour

HISTORY

triggers: child abandonment, car accident (drunk driving), death

prudence van holt’s birth is a mystery-- all she knows is she was dropped off at the fire station in a town outside of seattle, the only identification a baby blanket with her name on it. 

she ends up being adopted by a couple, the van holts, who always wanted multiple kids but could not after their first, a boy. 

growing up, she’s always been a little shit. she doesn’t mean to be. she just has an insatiable curiosity, sticking her nose in other’s businesses, finding lost things, she had a strange knack for it. it got her into a lot of trouble, children had no business sticking their nose into adults’ things. 

her brother never really liked her-- he always resented the fact their parents brought her home, took her in, when they already had a perfectly fine child needing attention. petty things, except it’s sparked a life long sibling rivalry that runs deep. 

it’s a pretty uneventful childhood, her parents are good people, they provide for her, and support her, despite her troublesome antics. 

she’s always been a lonely child, she’s never had the easiest time making friends, so she’s spent a lot of her time exploring the woods near her home. 

she’s thirteen when she discovers her mother, whom she always has written off as simply eccentric, is more than that-- she’s a witch. and a good one, too. her book club meetings she’s often privvy to walking through is more than that, it’s her coven. 

so of course, prue wants in-- how can she not? it’s a whole new world, working under her mother’s wing, driving a wedge further between herself and her brother. she tells her to be careful, to watch her back, that there’s bad people who want to do bad things with the power they wield. it instills a deeper ideal of trust no one in prudence-- one that sticks with her to this day.

and she’s dedicated to the craft! she takes time to learn the different meanings and uses of herbs, flowers, etc., makes potions, cast spells-- perhaps sometimes for personal gain, but she’s dedicated herself to using them to help others. 

she sort of becomes a private investigator in high school, not on purpose, but a friend tasks her to find out if her boyfriend is cheating on her, so tails him, catches him in the act-- gives him a little hex for good measure. 

it becomes a thing, people need something found? they go to her. think their partner is fooling around? they go to her. and she delivers, all with a little touch of magic. eventually, she wants to go deeper, take on more serious cases, but alas she’s only a teenager. 

sike! that doesn’t stop her. and as much as she hates cops, she has an in at the department through her father, so soon she’s not so legally trying to solve murders. 

and that’s all fine and dandy, until just a month shy of her eighteenth birthday, and two months before she graduates from high school, her parents get into a car accident coming home from a meeting one night. a drunk driver swerves into their side of the road, hitting them head on. neither survive. 

it’s that that has her change her mind about college, why go to college when she already knows what she wants to do? life is fleeting, and she’s hurting, so she graduates, and moves to eldstead, a town an hour and half away from her own home. it’s not a big change, but enough for her to have a fresh start. 

she knows something is different about the storm when it hits, that it brought about something... destructive. and she’s inclined to get to the bottom of all of it. it’s in her nature-- she has to snoop. 

she runs her own private investigation that used to serve eldstead and the surrounding area, but now it’s simply eldstead. she makes her own hours, and works alone, because she prefers it that way. 

PERSONALITY 

she’s really closed off-- she prefers to be alone, because of the shit she’s seen, and the people in her life, she just expects to be let down. 

when you first meet her, there’s a chance she’s just going to brush you off. she’s not exactly the friendliest person out there? 

will she be an asshole for the sake of being an asshole? no. absolutely not. but she is unflinchingly honest about her observations, and that doesn’t always go over well. 

very much a ‘do the thing first, ask for forgiveness later type of person’-- doesn’t have a lot of regard for rules that aren’t her own. (*dw voice* that sign can’t stop me bc i can’t read!)

if u do manage to be friends with her, she’s got ur mf back she’s unflinchingly loyal and if you break her trust, you’re pretty much dead to her lol 

TIDBITS 

she has a black cat (wow a witch with a black cat...... groundbreaking) named inkblot (creative, rly), nicknamed inky like the pacman ghost

surprisingly high alcohol tolerance, loves 2 go for a beer or a whiskey at the end of a long day 

lives in cableknit sweaters-- this is the pnw i mean a bitch be cold 

doesn’t really date? she came out when she was 16, and there’s been a couple relationships, but they never really pan out-- it’s always because of her. she doesn’t know how to open up 

swears a lot 

has a pretty good understanding of basic hand to hand combat just in case perps get a little rowdy, took boxing classes for abt 4 years? 

probably an elderly person when it comes to social media, kinda likes to keep a low profile but she also posts a shit ton of pictures of her cat 

INCREDIBLY good at finding lost things-- keys, phones, dogs, u name it she just knows-- and she doesnt know if its the intuition that comes from being a witch or just herself 

prob should join a coven, but shes a lone wolf awoo

prob barks at men idk 

lives off of black coffee, doesn’t rly sleep 

has multiple ear piercings and a couple tattoos but she usually keeps them hidden 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

informant - she gets information from them for her cases, they got a p good grasp 

someone she’s solved a case for - p self explanatory, now they’re friendly enough, or perhaps she couldn’t stand them and did it for the money 

someone who wants to be her friend but she’s weary - tbh shes weary of everybody 

coven adjacent - another witch, maybe theyre trying to get her to band together with them 

drinking buddy - they meet at the bar and shoot the shit 

opposites attract - friend who is nothing like them! but still hangs around! 

someone she feels like she has 2 protect - for whatever reason, even tho they can prob take care of themselves, prue is super fkn protective of them 

a genuine friend - yeah she just needs one idk she’s doing her best 

ex (f/nb) - someone she dated for a little bit but they broke up because of prue’s inability to open tf up 

fwb (f/nb) - ? maybe we all got needs, and she’s not looking for a relationship

attraction (f/nb) - there’s tension and neither know why! 

rival - to paraphrase a tumblr post what is a rival if not a crush you’re unhappy abt 

pure of heart, dumb of ass and lesbian - i just love this trope 

sibling like - someone who she genuinely sees as a younger/older sibling... goes to them for shit... protects them

frenemies - theyre not rly friends but they dont entirely hate each other either? 

tbh anything 

[jaspers-levis]

Your People

Reader request by @isitmine

Sorry this is so late! I promise I did not forget; real life just butts in sometimes.

You sighed, taking in the vista before you and adjusting your pack. At first the views had been breathtaking, awe inspiring, totally worth the chilly nights and damp socks. Now they were just a reminder that you had yet another hill to climb, another mountaintop to summit, another arduous stretch of trail to battle through before you could stop for the night. A month ago you had thought this was the best course of action you could have taken given the circumstances. Now you weren’t so sure.

You took another deep breath, feeling the thinner mountain air whistle through your airways and began the descent into the forest again. Your keen hearing tracked every creature within a mile radius; you could scent a deer about a quarter mile away grazing with her fawn. The wolf in you licked her chops, stomach rumbling, and you made a face. In wolf form, raw meat was delicious. In human form, not so much. Rummaging in your pack, you pulled out a granola bar and continued on your way trying to make each meager mouthful last. According to your map, the next town wasn’t terribly far away. You could probably make it by nightfall. Hopefully.

Really becoming homeless and wandering through the forests of the PNW was not your original plan, but when you first shifted your father panicked and aimed his shotgun at you, triggering your own violent reflex. You hadn’t intended to put him in the hospital but it was either that or be shot to death in your own backyard. You left that same night; packing your bags and taking off before your family could condemn you to a zoo or asylum. Their beliefs were incredibly rigid and definitely could not explain what happened to you, let alone accept what you were now. So you left.

One thing you hadn’t quite expected was how lonely it was out here. You’d had a rather large group of friends back home that you’d cut off to prevent your parents from finding you, and the radio silence was killing you. You just wanted to be able to tell one person about what was going on, relieve the stress, have a partner in understanding what was happening to you. Someone who could talk to you before bed each night. Someone you could look at and shake your head over the weird growth spurts, the dizzying switch between a wolf brain and a human brain, the twigs and leaves you often found in your hair after shifting back. It would be so nice…

A snapped branch several hundred yards away brought you out of your thoughts long enough to realize that whatever it was was HUGE, a predator, and smelled… familiar? Hastily you dropped your pack and shifted, regretting not taking off your clothes before you did so. Damn it, you’d really liked that shirt!

Wolves melted out of the shadows like the first rays of sunlight through the clouds; one minute there were none, the next you were surrounded. You bared your teeth, hackles rising, your tail high and wagging ever so slightly at the tip. Your eyes darted from wolf to wolf, trying to keep track of them all before they tore you to pieces. 

Hello, the largest black wolf greeted you. His size and scent indicated he was the leader of the pack. We do not mean you any harm. We did not know there were any other wolves like us in the area

Confused, you backed up, tail brushing against another wolf who snarled at you in warning. 

Jake , stop it, the black wolf admonished. What is your name, and how did you get here? What brings you to our territory?

Uh, Y/N… you replied haltingly, your mental voice not as strong as his. I’m just passing through.

Why don’t you come with us? You can get something to eat and we can talk more easily, the black wolf said, not unkindly though his tone implied that refusing the offer was not a choice. My name is Sam and this is Jake, Quil, Jared and Seth.

Reluctantly you picked up your backpack in your mouth and followed the wolves, your keen nose noting the now-obvious scents of a rather large wolfpack layered over the other forest smells. You detected at least several more wolves’ scents; good lord, you’d never thought there would be even one other wolf person in the world, let alone a huge pack! 

The five of you ran for about twenty minutes, emerging from the trees at the edge of a clearing housing a cozy little cabin. As a human, the hike would have taken the rest of the day and you were grateful in some small way that you had skipped that. Dropping your bag at the edge of the trees, you ducked behind the trees for a quick moment of privacy, shifting into your normal form and pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a ratty hoodie from your bag. You winced; they could use a wash but they were some of your last clothes left. It would have to do.

Sam and the rest of the boys were waiting for you to change, their copper skin glistening with rainwater and their dark hair damp. Somewhere they’d all found sweatpants or cut off jeans to pull on, though most of them remained shirtless. Sam reached out to touch your shoulder gently, his eyes the same kind, dark brown as they’d been in his wolf form. “Come along, let’s get you inside. I’m sure you’d love a hot meal,” he guided you forward, his warm fingers burning right through the thin material of your sweatshirt. The rest of the boys closed ranks around you, escorting you like a captive. Your nerves jangled as you entered the house, uncertain of what they wanted from you.

“Hey honey! You’re back early,” a sweet voice called out from the kitchen, and a second later a gorgeous woman poked her head around the wall, her silky dark hair a curtain around her perfect face. “Oh! Who’s this?” she asked, leaning her cheek into Sam’s kiss as he wrapped her in his embrace. It was clear the two held a deep affection for one another, a connection you’d chased all your life. 

“Emily, this is Y/N; we scented a wolf along the northern border and found her. Another female wolf… I wish Leah was here,” Sam sighed, resting his cheek against her hair. Emily turned her face towards his with a smile, revealing a jagged violent scar. You gulped and averted your eyes quickly to avoid staring. How in the hell did she get that?? You sniffed quickly, but you only smelled the men and your own wolfishness. Emily was completely human. 

“Well, come on in Y/N, let’s get some food into you and we can talk. I just put dinner on!” Emily reached out her hand and took yours, pulling you further into the house with a warm smile. “We need more girls around here,” she confessed, whispering into your ear conspiratorially. “Too many men!”

You gave her a weak smile, still nervous of the hulking escorts behind you. “Thank you,” you whispered as Emily sat you down in between her and Sam, beginning to heap a generous amount of food on your plate. The rest of the pack settled in at the table, pretending to ignore you while tracking your every move from the corner of their eyes. You didn’t detect any malice in their demeanor, only curiosity and a vague suspicion regarding your presence in their midst. Understandable, given you were a strange wolf on their land.

The men finished their first helpings in a matter of minutes, reloading their plates almost in the same breath. You took your time, savoring each bite despite the hunger that had gnawed at your stomach all day. After your first helping, Sam leaned back and looked at you expectantly. “Y/N, let’s get down to business. Let’s start with how you can turn into a wolf, and where you come from.”

You swallowed the last bite of food as if it was a lump of charcoal, staring hard at your plate. Emily chafed your hand gently under the table and gave you an encouraging smile. You gave her the tiniest slip of a smile as you took a deep breath and began your story. “I am from just north of Vancouver; I hitchhiked my way south these past couple of weeks and then headed west. My plan was to hike along the coast,” you began, dodging the main question. “I left home three weeks ago to get away from my family; they don’t quite… understand the wolf thing. They wouldn’t, even if I explained it to them,” you sighed sadly, and Emily threw a protective arm around you.

“You shifted in front of them,” one of the younger boys guessed with a sympathetic face. You thought his name was Seth? “My sister did the same, by accident of course. Our dad had a heart attack, literally.”

You winced. “Yeah… only I attacked my dad,” you confessed and Sam put his hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing. “To be fair, he was holding a shotgun and threatening to shoot me. I was an abomination in his eyes.” You smiled without humor, tears streaming down your face silently. 

Emily wrapped both arms around you then, with Sam holding you both close. “Sh, it’s okay honey. You’re not an abomination, it’s not your fault,” Emily kissed your hair gently as you cried into her blouse. She smelled of tangerines and soap, an incredibly homey scent that calmed you the longer she held you. 

“Y/N, you are not an abomination. You’re a shapeshifter,” Sam told you, stroking your back soothingly. “Of all people, you are extremely lucky that we found you. You’re one of us somehow, and you’ve just come home to us.”

Curious, you looked up at him through your tears. “A shapeshifter?” 

Sam nodded. “There is a legend that the Quileute people were descended from wolves,” he began, relating the history of shapeshifters in their tribe and how they usually spring forth due to the presence of vampires. “Recently there was a coven of vampires in the area for several years, hence the transformation of our current pack. I suspect that there may have been a vampire nearby when you shifted, and that you perhaps have Quileute blood.”

You sat back, stunned. Your father had not shared much about your mother after she’d passed, but you remembered her long dark hair like a curtain of silk, her glowing russet cheeks, her careful traditions she held despite them being so different from what the other families in the neighborhood. The Quileute name was familiar; you were sure you’d heard her mention it when you asked about her history with a child’s curiosity. The people that sat around you now reminded you so much of her… 

“I know you are one of us,” Sam reassured you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek gently. “I can smell it, and when you were in your wolf form your mind sounded familiar. You are one of us,” he repeated, the warmth in his dark eyes heating your cheeks with a blush.

“Please say you’ll stay,” Emily begged hopefully as you broke your gaze from Sam’s before your blush could give you away. “Even if it’s just for a little while. Learn how to be a wolf. Stay with us. We can’t completely undo what happened with your father, but at least you’ll be safe here with us.”

“Are you sure…?” You asked, looking around the table with a nervous hope beginning to take root in your chest. The rest of the pack nodded enthusiastically, each talking over  the other to welcome you, to plan wolf lessons, to invite you to pack events, explaining pack rules…

“Please stay with us, Y/N,” Sam asked seriously, his voice low. “You belong here, with the pack. We want you to stay. Emily and I want you to stay.” Emily nodded enthusiastically at his words, her gorgeous face earnest. 

“Please stay with us. We need another girl around here to even things out, and clearly you were meant to find us someday,” Emily clasped your hands in hers.

You only hesitated a moment. “I’ll stay,” you confirmed, grinning broadly for the first time in a month. Your spirits suddenly lifted, your heart light with the knowledge that you had found your pack. A family that would understand you better than your actual family ever would. Your mother’s people. Your home.

Sam and Emily were at the heart of it, tucking you in their feverish embrace, the first tendrils of affection wrapping themselves around the three of you. You had never expected to feel this way about practical strangers, but your heart knew theirs on some base, instinctive level. These were your people, and nothing could shake that conviction.

[fang-fr]

Hello there!

Y’all can call me Zev or Fang. I’m a 27 y.o. queer artist from the PNW and a recent SCAD alum. My FR username is fangoftofu (#116272), which is also the handle for my main tumblr. My clan is called the Moondoll Coven, and although they are originally (and still at heart) a Shadow clan, they now reside in Earth territory

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If you feel confident in your ability to participate a bit, please DM me! We do NOT accept TERFs, homophobes, racists, transphobes, etc. Adults only (legality is a thing, oof), and we have a stoner circle area for folks who wanna smoke with me. We’re based in the PNW, and the PST timezone; if joining from elsewhere on the planet, please know we’ll be using PST for scheduling!

[celticwaterwitch]

There has been an influx of new followers so I thought I would do an introduction post! 💙 My name is Annwyn Avalon. Yes, Annwyn is my legal first name. I grew up playing on the beaches and sludging through the swamps of Florida. 💙 I have lived many places, but the most interesting is Okinawa Japan. While living there I decided that I would take my practice from dabbling with candles, crystals and cards to a serious study. I worked with my first circle (really we were like a coven) there. We had a stone circle and we often met on the beach to clean and tend the land. I had my first encounter with the Goddess of the Sea on those sacred shores. I also performed my first sacred dance piece there! 💙 When I moved back to the states I landed in the south. I formed my own circle and we met of the beach for ritual. It was short lived as I was young and had much to learn. Not long after I found experienced teachers and went through intense formal training. Initiated as both Witch and Priestess. I then entered training into the Avalonian Mysteries. I taught dance classes then too and held Goddess and magical themed shows. 💙 I moved to Arizona and dove deep into the mysteries of water. Triskele Rose Witchcraft was born and grew from local to national! I danced a lot in those days. I taught 3-4 classes a week, sacred dance workshops and worked with some of my sweet dance students in a student troupe. 💙 Now I live in the PNW on a little homestead I call Rose Thorn. I work full time as an esoteric teacher, card reader, Water Priestess and Village Witch! You can find my book Water Witchcraft: Magic and lore from the Celtic Tradition everywhere books are sold. Also be looking for my forthcoming book The Way of the Water Priestess (January 2021) 💙 You can take classes, book me for a reading or consult and take classes by visiting Waterwitchcraft.com and WaterPriestess.com. Join me every Wednesday at 11am PST for a livestream! Free readings, water magic and real talk!!! . . . . Image by Flying Fox Photo . . . . . . . . #witchesofinstagram #pagansofinstagram #inmymelos #instaflower #waterwitch #WaterPriestess #watergoddess #priestess #witchlife #witchy https://www.instagram.com/p/CD1olxiHETm/?igshid=1g0l4spkpk5n3