#witchwork is hard

[parsely-bunny]

evil littol craft..... doing witch craft..... huff....

[kintsug1kitsune]

welcome to the library [short story ; no cw]

"Welcome to the Library, dear guest."

The doll at the front desk bowed dutifully. It was wearing the Library's fine black longcoat, suit and tie, and its brown porcelain body was delicately powdered with makeup.

"Uh, hey." 92 Jagged Edges was a rather small and squat woman, brown-haired and plain, with many scars, wearing only a haphazardly-tucked button-up shirt and jacket, and worn slacks with combat boots. "Thank you. I'm here on behalf of--"

"Firmament," the doll answered, bowing again. "The Director knows. She will be coming to greet you…" Its head canted up at thin air. Jag followed suit, but slower, perplexed.

And then, in a warping of that air, there appeared another doll.

No. It looked false and mechanical, joints and all, but its flesh was darkness, about 170cm tall--shorter than Jag--pooled together into a figure neither dark nor light, humanoid but not human, wearing a far more embroidered Library robe, bismuth thorns and flowers, and a tie with a special clip: roses, a tome, a sword, and a singular "I" marking it. The sheer aura, as if the Library around them bent to accommodate her…

"Hello there." She smiled, all fangs, two magenta eyes--no, far too many eyes, it was hard to tell--under the broad brim of a Witch's hat, veiled. "I heard a representative from Firmament Corporation was coming. Thought I'd welcome you in. I am the Library Director, Cynithe."

The petitioner took a gulp and bowed politely, herself. "Ma'am. 92 Jagged Edges, intelligence officer, Firmament Corp. Call me Jag."

"Jag," the Witch tasted. "Good name. Wonderful. What can I do for you, Jag?"

"I'm here for a book. Uh--obviously," she chuckled, trying not to let sweat bead down her forehead.

"Yes, I expected as much," Cynithe smiled, as if she was sharing a joke.

"Heh. Yeah, I'm looking for the specs on a certain weapon." She paused a moment. "…The mirror-splitter."

"Oh, I see." The Director hummed and tapped her chin; her gaze betrayed nothing, empty beyond belief. Hungry. "Why? Is Firmament going to war?"

"We have reason to believe Raze Corp's going to employ it."

"…Walk with me."

Not thinking for even a moment of refusing the Director's vast will, Jag followed as they began walking further into the Library's halls. It was better-crafted than anything she'd seen in in human-made lands; elegant pillars lined the walls, strips of pure light illuminated everything in comfortable gold. The ceiling was far overhead, the floor was fine stone, and soon the hallway out of reception emptied them onto a vast balcony.

A ring--layers of rings--overlooked the Library's grand center, a massive tower crossed with bridges and stairways, railings hewn with flowery designs. It was, for all its greatness, very empty; dolls went here and there, a few patrons of different kinds milled and searched, some seemed engaged in conversation, and yet others were reclining on one of the many red couches, smoking, drinking, laughing. But for its size--it was quiet, serene, even, if not a little eerie.

Jag whistled low. "Nice place you've got."

"Thank you," Cyn said, "I do think I look lovely."

"Ah, right--the Director is the Library itself. Or, that's what I heard," she hurried to say.

"You heard right," she nodded back, leaning on the near rail to watch everything. "I am the Library, the Witch of the Endless Night."

"I see. It's an honor to be, uh… in you?" Jag frowned a bit and followed her lead, leaning on the railing.

Cyn laughed, a sound like a thousand mortals being cut down and church bells shattering. "You're welcome, love. Now. Do you know what a mirror-splitter is?"

"Vaguely," she answered. "I've heard it's some sort of weapon." The Director hummed, "Potentially. It's inspired by witchwork, a device that is capable of slicing through possibility. It can render divinations of the future, as it was intended to do, or… it can cut possibilities away."

"I… see?"

"Imagine that you toss a coin." Cynithe flicked her claws and an ancient nickel medallion appeared amidst her fingers.

"Uh, a coin. Right, that used to be used as money." Jag watched curiously.

"Yes. Now, it can be heads," she showed one side, "Or tails," and showed the other. "When I flip it…" She used a thumb to launch it into the air--caught it, and slammed it over onto the top of her other hand. "Now, it can be either heads or tails, and we don't know which."

"Right, I see."

"But if I were to use a mirror-splitter, I could cut the possibility of it being tails. Do you understand? There would be no choice but for it to be heads, in any reality."

"…Huh."

She let the coin out--tails, as it happened--and let it vanish into darkness. "If used on a living being, it could force them to be only one thing. It could force a singular outcome for their existence. Or, it could erase all possibilities of their existence at all."

"That… Nobody should use that. If anyone made that, it could destroy free will forever. Let alone people--the implications as a weapon…" Jag gripped her hair and shook her head, eyes wide, frowning.

Cynithe looked understanding. "Mhm. And your employers want it."

She shot her gaze up to the Director. "No-- I can't let them have it. I can't let anyone get ahold of it. Fuck my job."

"Good, you understand the problem. Do you have a head for books, Jag?"

"--Uh?" She cocked an eyebrow. "I guess? I'm in charge of gathering and organizing company intel. I do my share of paperwork, filing, and that shit. Wait, are you offering me…?"

"Not a job," the Witch shook her head. "A position with me, here. You know you cannot return empty-handed to Firmament."

"Pft, they'd cut my heart out and burn it just to make a point," Jag spat.

"And neither of us want you to return to them with the schematics for a mirror-splitter."

"No…"

"Work with me. Become a Librarian, and we will recover the mirror-splitter plans from Raze Corp." The many-eyed stare affixed to Jag was empty… but still far from as vile as the looks in her managers' eyes.

She nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Director. Let's get to it."

Cynithe smiled.

"Welcome to the Library, Jag."

[xxreapercreeperxx]

santana:

pride is his sin of choice

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NAME: Santana Sangrie d’Sole

AGE: 18

SPECIES: witch born mortal

GENDER:  Cis Male

PROFESSION: Soul Reaper in training

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            { PHYSICAL ASPECTS }

HAIR: lightly wavy black hair with a white streak on the left, right at his hairline

EYES: His right eye is blue-grey, but his left is milky white blind. No visible scars and his eyelid still works, the most he can see is faint shadows from that eye.

SKIN: Light almond

HEIGHT: 5′10″

WEIGHT: 155lbs

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                      { FAMILY }

SIBLINGS: Adorjan, Enriqueta, Aurelia, Qadira, Talia, Vada, (Santana), Cariño.

Adrojan is very quiet, composed, aloof, and dignified. His sisters are WILD and absolutely the reason he is the way he is. His younger brother is fresh, only 3 years old.

His parents try not to favor him even though it’s agreed he’s the ‘favored’ one, but they and Adrojan tend to be a bit hard on him regardless. In their attempt not to favor him, they sometimes go overboard and ignore him.

PARENTS:  Amata Akna d’Sole and Washi Yonosuke

GRANDPARENTS:  Benito and Aurelia d’Sole. Benito died when his mother was young so his grandmother moved herself and her children closer to a core of witchborn. Their bloodline had always run strong from curanderas to common herbalists, and she was the first of her family name to branch out into western witchwork.

Daichi and Mao Yonosuke. They moved to LA in the early 30s and adapted to the western witchwork fairly easily. They helped branch Japanese magical practices with Western practices and Daichi helped to establish the Western branch of Shinigami or Soul Reapers. They own a little shop in Little Tokyo that repairs broken tools and sells traditional medicine.

CHILDREN: None.

OTHER RELATIVES:  He has a bunch of cousins on his Latinx side, and they visit every few years for a huge family get together. A few distant cousins live in LA and he was raised alongside them. His Japanese family is s bit harder to reach, but he’s visited them in Japan and they’ve come to LA a few times for special holidays.

ANY PETS?: yes [ x ] || no [  ]

- If yes, which and how many?: Two gecks. His oldest sister keeps them for him, currently. She has a whole room of reptiles.

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                  { SKILLS }

Physical Prowess: Very skilled in mid-range combat with his scythe. Good muscular structure, very flexible, and decent with other close to mid range weapons. Speed: Quick, but prefers to devote his energy to power moves rather than speed. Magic: He has a good grasp of most spells, excellent necromancy, decent divination, and very good at body oriented magic to enhance himself. Not the best at healing, barely decent at potions. His Soul Reaper powers are currently restricted unless under supervision but include: soul manipulation, access to physical power reserves that will push past his mortal limits, shadow manipulation, immortality, healing, light manipulation, and energy redistribution.

                  { TRAITS }

—— POSITIVE ——

Confident

Charismatic

Easy going

Hard working

Leadership qualities

Brave

Tolerant

Kind

Helpful

Honest

— —- NEGATIVE ——-

Stubborn

Workaholic

Naive

Impulsive

Jokester

Reckless

Weak to pleasures

Dumb Bitch energy

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                               { LIKES }

COLOURS:  Grey, black, red, blue, yellow, and faded green.

SMELLS:  Fresh sweets, the milky smell of a baby’s head, floral shampoo, clean cotton.

FOOD:  Pan, mochi, tamales, poke, sushi, Korean BBQ

FRUITS: Bananas, strawberries, apples

DRINKS: Ramune, hot coco, canned sprite, and tropical punch

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?:

yes [ x ] || no [ ]

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           {  OTHER DETAILS  }

SMOKES?: yes [x ] || no [ ]

DRUGS?: yes [x ] || no [ ]

DRIVER LICENSE?:  yes [  x || no [  ]

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: yes [ ] || no [  ] || almost [ x ]  

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[athenetarot]

Jera Harvest and reward. Jera symbolises the agricultural year and the harvest. Take this time to think about the seeds you’ve planted, and how far they’ve grown. Whatever you’ve planted, you’ll start to see come to fruition. Your hard work is paying off. This may give you a new surge of energy and productivity... ride the high, but remember the seeds of next season still need to be planted and tended. 🌱 Peace and Love ☯️🕉 • • • #athenetarot #runes #runestone #runestones #divination #divinationtools #divinationgram #vikingrunes #norserunes #jera #jerarune #harvestrune #hardwork #pagan #paganism #pagansofinstagram #witch #witchwork #witchesofinstagram #runelove #witchythings #paganwitch #spring #pagans (at Watford, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtlSc6NHKg0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1btpxkdly18mt

[anniefinchpoetrywitch]

My beautiful, beautiful sister Dabney—here she is in her belly dancing days. It’s hard to believe she is gone. Last night I moved her energy into a sacred circle of women and asked everyone to use the flame of her wild courageous life to burn away what is no longer needed, what holds us back, what keeps us smaller than the patriarchy, the doubt and isolation and victimization that keeps us from connecting with our sisters and mothers in full power. I raised this energy just after getting the news that she had passed. The powerful women in the circle burned got it, went with it, transformed themselves with her ferocious flame until, at the climactic moment of the ceremony, the electricity all suddenly went out and we were left in beautiful candlelight. Dabney always had strong opinions. #witchesofinstagram #sisterhood #thewitchinyou #americanwitch #witchery #magickhappens #livinglikeawitch #witchwork #babywitch https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpc37Y-HN2F/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=o6a0wdv9ooek

[thewitchwench]

Working on some bits for a client today talismans, charms and sigils. New tangible things will be coming in September. watch this space 👀 Also, a post on nettles, funny that it's hard to type. I have numb fingers from picking so many nettles yesterday so worth it though. . . . . . . . #witch #witchwork #witch🔮#witchlife #paganlife #paganpride #instawitch #heathen #witchyvibes #hedgewitch #solitarywitch #paganwitch #realwitch #kitchenwitch #hedgewitch #hearthwitch #bosswitch #foraging #forager (at Totnes) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8_18yPHQVA/?igshid=79sv6n6vjbcl

[skayler]

Seventh night of Yule - Sacred to Thor “Friend Thor, grant me strength and courage. Be with me on path today. Grant me courage and foresight. Help me make hard choices. Hail Thor!” On this day we remember the importance of our community and how we affect it. Remember Thor as you travel for one gathering to the next and all of the traveling that we and our loved ones do this time of the year. Also remember Sif this time of Year as we sit and eat at all of the feasting. Sif was of great importance to our ancestors as a goddess of the fields and grains that where so much a part of peoples diets through the winter. Thor and Sif are also important this time of the year because they (especially Thor) were looked at as the protectors of Children. Thor is also the traditional figure that was become (over the years) who we recognize as Santa. On this day we remind ourselves of the virtue of Fidelity. A word that is far too often defined by its narrow use in terms of marital fidelity. By the dictionary it simply means being faithful to someone or something. In marriage this means being true to ones vows and partner, and this has been narrowly defined as limiting ones sexual experience to one’s spouse. While I havefound this to be great practical advice, many treat fidelity as if there were no other ways in which one could be faithful or unfaithful. #witch #witchcraft #hedgewitch #hedewitchcraft #norsetradition #asatru #21nightofyule #wintersolstice #jol #yule ##nosre #norsewitch #witchwork #thor