#the witch mark

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

S.F. Roland - The Witch Mark - Trojan - 1977

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: witch

[bad-moodboard]

Witch Marks in a Saxon Tithe barn, Bradford-on-Avon (Historic England)

[ghouljams]

ALSO if roachs womb signature is fae magic,, when he meets up with ghost or the other guys by chance with bookworm (his darling) dO THEY STEAL HIS IDEA??? AND like imagine price somehow hearing this idea and just drifts off into a daydream about his Witch having a *permanent* mark of him, and not even that but its his NAME? duuude hes just gone

*gripping your shoulders and gritting my teeth* do you have any idea how badly I want to give Witch a womb tattoo. Do you have any idea how fucking feral I am for this woman? How feral Price is for her???? GOD

"You're all caged up again," Price tells you looking over the spread you'd laid out this morning. A full tableau of Lenormand, it's a new moon and you'd like to see what coming. You hum, stirring an extra spoon of honey into your ginger tea.

"Correct," you tell him, let him fill in the rest since he's so- You take a breath to steady your thoughts, there's no need to snap over a little concern. "It's that time of the month," you sigh, "don't want anything sniffing me out."

"Blood and magic," Price agrees, "better safe than sorry." He goes back to inspecting your cards. You hardly think he knows what he's looking at, parsing the spiral can make even you a little dizzy.

You assume that's the end of that and go back to your tea. The magical cage you put yourself in makes you a little nauseous the first day, easy enough to remedy. Your lips twitch into a frown as your spell work shifts. The ashen paint and runes moving like snakes against your skin. You don't like that one bit. You turn to look at Price who has his hand raised, his finger stilled in the air at your glaring.

"Don't," you warn him, your skin burning with foreign magic.

"I can help," he promises and you go to stand in front of him. You grip his chin, tip his head back to look at you, his hands grip your hips, thumbs digging into your stomach and rubbing out the ache of cramps.

"I don't need help," you tell him sternly.

"You're all caged up when I can just-" he presses his palm bellow your belly button and your stomach jumps. Heat swims through you, scorches over you really, all your seals forgotten in favor of clutching at Price's shoulders and shuddering. He smooths his hand around to hold your back, tug you close to press his face against you. You can hear the heavy inhale of his breathing, smelling you, smelling whatever he did. "God," he breathes, "you are going to hate this."

"What did you do?" Your suspicion seems to break whatever spell is over him. Price lets you go, leans back and waves a hand.

"Temporary measure, don't worry," that makes you more worried actually, "better than your cage, prettier too."

You don't waste time trying to parse what he means, you go to your bedroom and strip. It's hard to miss. All your previous marks seem to have consolidated themselves over your pelvis. Sigils loop over your womb, spreading up your hips like the limbs of a tree to spell out Price's name. You could kill him. You might kill him. It's weird that your cramps are gone.

You glare at Price's mark. You can feel his magic hugging you, the tendrils of it stroking your muscles. You wonder if he's siphoning off the pain, if he's eating your magic through whatever he's drawn on you. You don't bother getting dressed when you storm out to confront him. Better to do this on unequal footing you think.

[kindlyanni]

Hey fellas it's #AceWeek ! Wanna have some cake with me and the lads?

(the lads: Jousia (aroace), witch from my webcomic The Witch Door and Mark (ace), missing goth prince from my other webcomic Transfusions)

[pponk]

vlog kids

inspired by reblog tags:

[curtvilescomic]

Scarlet Witch by Mark Brooks

[aufish]

Everyone has to start somewhere!

[weirdlookindog]

Das blutige Zeichen der Hexe (The Witch's Bloody Mark)

cover art from Geister-Krimi #216 (#2), 1973

[jijidraws]

✶ TATTOO POLICY ✶ For those who want to get my work tattooed! ♡ Not many know I have a full policy or tattoo tickets in my shop. TL;DR I have three ways to support me to get ‘permission’ to use a piece!   » A General Support ticket for $25 USD  » My original policy that goes by size! (As tattoo designs traditionally do!)  » Or an exchange: You can snag anything around the same price as my general fee (25USD+) from Jijidraws.shop and just tell me in the notes at checkout you’re supporting me for permission to get a tattoo! ♡ Anymore Q’s? It’s all in my policy!!

TATTOO CREDS: My Mermay piece tattooed by @ edwardflottjr // Location Unknown  My Lunacy piece tattooed by @ lil_tat_mama // Richmond, VA My Sangresicle Vamp tattooed by @ Sarahtattooer // Middletown, NY

[brw]

i, too, shall be saved by love.

brieuc's 1k celebration: 🎭 reedsue or scarletvision req'd by @heroeddiemunson!

[ceteradesunt]

Mark of the Devil (1970) dir. Adrian Hoven & Michael Armstrong

[citruscore]

yeah this one's just for me

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬/𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧, 𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡 & 𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: why won't tumblr let me indent conversations???? AND I am so sorry this is late xx

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

It was a bit disheartening that you all couldn't get back home in time. The harsh weather did not allow for hasty travel.

So, the group was a bit stumped on how to celebrate the holiday, not just because you're a mixture of Saxons and Danes, but because you did not have what you usually did. Not your families, or a roof over your heads, nor did you have a wonderful feast... that's what the group was most sad about in all honesty. (Besides Sihtric who has a wife and many chlldren of course).

But Uhtred settles everyone. Like he usually does.

"We can celebrate how we want to. Combine our traditions or maybe experience something new? What do you say?"

"Uhtred, our tradition goes for twelve days-" Sihtric replies, scratching the side of his head.

"Well at least we'll be back in time for some of it!" Finan claps Sihtric on the shoulder, slightly squeezing.

Everyone was onboard. (of course they were, all members of the group respect each other - and therefore their beliefs.)

With Finan first to agree, as always.

The night before Yule, you made everyone sleep in the same tent. Dragging everyone's sleeping rolls into the one space, ignoring the disgruntled comments from each man.

But as your found family, you wanted at least one night where everyone is together (even if there isn't much room).

Osferth and yourself are in the middle, with Finan and Sihtric on either side.

Uhtred comes into the tent late - making sure the area was secure (I know there would usually be a look out but just pretend it isn't needed for this night)

At first everyone fought over space, but as the time went on, a calmness settled in the tent...until Finan farted

Osferth was the first to wake. He stayed in the tangled mess of arms and legs for a bit; revelling in the warmth of his family around him.

Luckily, with Uhtred's forward thinking, he had gotten all your presents weeks in advance. And last night he wasn't only just securing the small camp. He had set up the presents outside, along with 'decorations' (which were branches and herbs he'd found. It actually looked very beautiful.)

Osferth quietly left the tent, standing in awe of what Uhtred had done. He started the food; as he's always done. Pulling out all the stops... truly putting in all his effort to make the food perfect

And Osferth really did outdo himself, because that's how the rest of you left the tent. By your noses.

Prayers and thanks are said before the food is dished out, and it isn't until minutes later that you and Finan spot the presents

"Aye, what do we have here?" Finan nearly squeals. His delight illuminating his grubby face.

"A surprise," Uhtred replies with an amused smile.

"Oh I love surprises, well, only the good ones -" you clarified. Finan nodding along in agreement.

"Well, go on," Uhtred said ushering you forward. Then he turned, cupping his mouth and shouted, "Osferth! Sihtric!"

When presents are handed out, Finan is the most excited to receive his, while Uhtred is excited to give them.

Sihtric does his best to keep on a happy face, but you can tell he feels guilty for not coming back in time for Yule. You know he misses his wife and kids.

Each of you took turns trying to cheer him up. But all he could find solace in, was that he'd be able to see them soon enough.

With full bellies and a twinkle in each of your eyes, you all laid down to stare up at the stars.

Shoulder to shoulder, you all felt each other's warmth, letting it sink into your body, into your very bones.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

hi! could you please do a web weave about feeling inferior to your older siblings and not seen by your parents, not feeling like you’re good enough and having to be so LOUD AND OUT THERE to get a smidge of attention?

i did my best with this one. i hope you're doing okay <33

Catherynne M. Valente Comfort Me with Apples / Tony Kushner Millennium Approaches / Shameless (2011-2021); But at Last Came a Knock dir. Mark Mylod / Amatullah Bourdon And My Father's Love Was Nothing Next to God's Will / Sleeping At Last Three / The VVitch (2015) dir. Robert Eggers / Mahmoud Darwish In the Presence of Absence

[falconearring]

Enjoy drawing these guys immensely....will eventually do a proper ref/breakdown of my designs for each of the human side, rn I must return to the grind though