#witch circe

[samipekoe]

would you eat her evil porridge

[doesephs]

blue sargent (in lady macbeth’s robes) study of circe invidosa by john william waterhouse

[circlique]

Oh, the horror! Good thing Suletta has her tiny bride to hide behind!

For @sulemio-week-official day 1!

[sunshines-child]

Circe, Witch of Aiaia

I have drawn Circe so many times and i've finally settle on a design that is largely different but I like a lot

[nanlawson]

Circe . . .

[ombre-originelle]

Beatrice Offor - Circé (1911)

[circeyoru]

The Boy & The Witch = Requested

[Human!Alastor x Witch!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 (here) — Part 2

You heard of the terrifying witch trials from your ancestors, their revengeful spirits and those that were wrongfully accused would scream and cry when the night falls. You mostly couldn’t sleep and would be strolling about in the dead of the night to gather some herbs or sneak into town for some supply. It was one of your strolls that you found the boy in the forest, wounded and beaten

The spirits you befriended avoided an area for reasons of fear and intimidation. You were curious and thought a reincarnation of a witch hunter soul was in the forest, so you went to check it out. You didn’t expect to find a boy resting against a tree with wounds and bruise all over him

You stood nearby debating. It was deep in the forest, any deeper your home would be nearby though it’s protected with charms and the ‘dark’ voodoo magic people fear. Still, it was the state of the boy that made you empathetic. What kind of parents would let their child be such a depressing state? Or let their child this deep in the forest?

So against your better judgment, you stepped forward cautiously, careful not to wake him from his rest. You were unique, more so among your rare kind of witches. You placed a hand over his heart and a white light glowed, his wounds and bruises disappearing slowly. Then you brought him back to your home so he could properly rest

The boy woke up, feeling more refreshed and alarmed that he was not in the forest anymore. He was laying on a couch, his shoes taken off so as not to dirty the sitting. Then he saw you. Perhaps he was still drowsy from his rest, but he felt at peace and warm in your presence. He listened as you explain to finding him alone in the forest and healed him with some special self-made medicine. Then you brought him back to the entrance of the forest before the sunset

It was supposed to be a one time thing. You meeting this boy, then it was back to your everyday life alone in the forest. Yet the boy, whom introduced himself, kept coming back. Perhaps it was a mistake on your part to take him to the entrance of the forest cause now he knew how to go back and front from your place to his home

In his eyes, you were a human choosing to stay alone in the forest in that small but comfortable cabin of yours. You were normal to him. Odd in your life choices. But still, you were someone like a friend, you suppose. You never asked him, but it appeared to be that way since he would return to the forest almost daily

And you had to hide all your spellbooks and anything related to your identity as a witch. You thought it worked

Alastor saw the charms and symbols on random objects, on the path to your home, he’d see some weird drawings as well. Then he tested it out. By then, he had been telling you a lot about what happens around and to him outside of the forest and specifically the bullying and abuse he endured

He grow to love your attention on him, he craves it more and more as time pass with each visit. It was different to the attention his mother would give him and it was a different craving as well, he couldn’t explain it, but it was much like you were his other half that he never had the opportunity of meeting

You appeared to be older than him by a few years, but your knowledge and wisdom of the world was much much more. At first he saw you as an elder sibling. Though the feeling didn’t feel like familial bond. There was something more. He couldn’t place it. Love? No way. You weren’t mean to him like his father and he was coming back to you like his mother, but it can’t be love. Love was unnecessary

While the bully and abuse was described as normal from Alastor, you never saw it that way. The poor boy to endure it all. You snapped when Alastor’s arm was broken and glass shards were sticking out of his wounds, he bit back cries, only sobbing a bit. You didn’t understand why he could still smile

With the snap of your fingers, you put him to sleep, forging his dizziness from the pain he’s feeling, loss of blood, and energy he used to come all the way to you. Then you worked your magic on him, healing his wounds and relieving his pain. You wanted to see who did this to him through his memories but you knew he’d tell you when you wake anyways, so you waited by his side while crafting a voodoo puppet base

The moment the boy woke up, he apologized for passing out and using your home as a resting place. It no issue to you, you’ve gone to care for the boy like a lost baby deer in the forest. You knew, one day, he’d be out of your sight to be free as a bird

“So you mind telling me who gave you such pain?” You asked while holding a sketch pad. You noted down the pointers and drew a sketch of the individuals. One was his bully from school and another was his father. You hummed as you got everything you needed, asking Alastor to give you something that he’d wear the next time he visits

He given you a coat he wears, a bit torn at the edges, but he loves it because his mother made it for him. You added your own touch to the coat. A blessing to protect Alastor from harm, think of it as a lucky coat, you told him, as long as he wears it, he would be more lucky. Meanwhile, to those that would do him harm, they’d be cursed with nightmares one would kill themselves over for that night

“Everyone, I’m sorry to say that we have sad news. A classmate of ours won’t be returning because he had passed away. Apparently he was trying dark magic and ended up… with a bad consequence.” The teacher one day broke the news to the class

The boy turned to the empty seat that was his bully’s, then he looked out the window where the forest would be insight if not for the other building. He kept his composure, but that smile he had widened as je clutched his coat against his form

“Welcome, little one, how was school today?” You greeted him like usual when he visited that day, tending to the plants in your backyard

“It was you. You killed him, my bully.” Alastor spoke so firmly and calmly

You forain innocence, saying you didn’t know what he was talking about. He continued, listing things to be his evidence and to make you crack. You were thinking of keeping his mouth shut so he wouldn’t tell others, but there was that kind human side of you that wanted the opposite of such action, so you continued to listen with a neutral yet intrigued look

He really caught you by surprised with his request

“Please, teach me your ways. You’re human but you have magic, I want to learn dark magic, voodoo. I want to exact my own revenge. It would feel more entertaining and satisfying if it was by my hands!” The look in his eyes and the smile on his face. It told you all you need to know why the spirits avoided him and why they were so fearful of him. This boy was a sleeping demon waiting to break free

You hummed with a small smile, “I can, but I think your name is too pure for someone of your character.” You snapped your fingers, a red staff suitable for the boy appearing. “From this point on you’ll be known as Alastor.” You offered the staff, “Take this and you’ll be learning under me.”

The boy asked, “Why that name?”

A wicked smile formed as you stated, “Man’s defender; avenger. He who does not forget. Tormentor.  It’s actually similar to the name ‘Alastair’, a form of the name ‘Alexander’, which means ‘protector of mankind’. But for you, ‘Alastor’ would do just fine.”

The boy, Alastor, took the staff in his hands and gave it a swirl, feeling its weight before tapping the end to the forest floor and bowed to you as gentlemen would, “Alastor, pleasure to be under your teachings, my dear. Quite a pleasure.”

Note: Love this idea. Been wanting to write something like this, but what came out was {The Spirit's Favourite Human}.

Circe Y.

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[chvoswitch]

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if used, credit @chvoswitch on pinterest & tumblr.

inspired by the lovely @scarletwitchpanels & @hexsreality <3

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[teawiththegods]

I’m reading a modern retelling of Medea and it randomly hit me that while the Moon is the celestial power most associated with witches and witchcraft, in Greek mythology the two most famous and powerful witches are actually descendants of the Sun.

[illustratus]

Circe and the Swine by Albert Goodwin

[becoming-persephone]

We were taught to fear the dark, yet it's in the dark the divine resides. The darkness is a womb of creation and destruction, it's where we all begin and end.

The darkness is where the witch, the wise wild woman, the crone, the rebel, and the healer weave their magic. Throughout history, women had to cloak themselves in darkness in order to not be burned, disowned, and cast out. Our ancestors had to become shadows in order to survive, finding sanctuary in the underworld. It's in that descent that they were able to nurture their intuition, deepen their wisdom, and find the strength to rise when they were ready to reclaim their power.

In the depth of darkness healing takes root, soul to darkened soil, we must bury ourselves in its inky solitude. For the truth takes shape in the shadows.

During a meditation dark goddess energy. Persephone appeared and told me, "look within for answers." Hecate and Circe were there in the background and so was Lilith. Before I left I asked Lilith what she wanted me to know since she was recently sending me messages. She stepped forward, long black hair, deep red dress (she has black angel wings but they were not being shown) and said, "I want you to work more with your darkness, it's there that the divine resides."

I am being called to work closely with the dark feminine energies and am excited to explore them with you!

[im-gonna-explode]

It’s the first day of fall, so I decided that I should post some drawings of one of my favourite witches,

Circe!

Or Kirke, which ever you prefer

She was very fun to draw :)

(I literally put thirty tags under this, my god, I didn’t know I could think of that many…)

[qofdisaster1111]

The feminine urge to live on an abandoned island and transform every man that disturbs me into a pig.

[circlique]

Now that @sulemiozine is out, I can finally post this! Very honored to get to work alongside so many amazing artists.

[ID in alt text.]

[mysterious-secret-garden]

Alexandre Cabanel - Circe.

[random-brushstrokes]

Briton Rivière - Circe and the friends of Ulysses (n.d.)