Someone said witchsona week or something so here’s a gender-ambiguous sentient shadow that hangs around corners like
Rainy night in the city
Writing prompt week three. I made both the one day goal and my minimum word count. This photo was called The Storm. As they say “there are eight million stories in the naked city, this is one of them” Water splashed up from dips in the sidewalk, too shallow to be called puddles. Well, my new boots were ruined and I had no one to blame but myself. It wasn’t enough to make a dramatic exit, I had…
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Remember to stay hydrated, everyone! (I had a lot of fun with these designs. And just in time for halloween too!)
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Lovely commission for Lilli !! This is from her Single Mom fic 🙌🏻🔥
I loved working with you!!🥰
And additionally do they wear their cloaks closed. Like do 13 year old hogwarts students in their emo phase wear their cloaks the way muggle emos wear hoodies?
2d animation would definitely make you a witch in old times
a man: THE DRAWING IS MOVING! THE DRAWING IS MOVING, I SAY!
everyone: *gasps*
the artist: dude, relax. it's not-
the man: WITCH 🫵
the artist: *facepalm* here we fucking go again
My first fictional coven of witches! I used to read these comics on rainy days when I was little, I drew them for the nostalgia
Trying to end all fan wars
Just wanted to share these amazing stickers I got from NKS (NO KIDS Stickers). They're simply gorgeous. The Little Prince set was the first one I got.
Хотела показать вам эти замечательные стикеры, которые я приобрела от NKS (NO KIDS Stickers). Они просто потрясающие. Сет с Маленьким Принцем является первым в коллекции.
Day 1 of inktober, air witch
Happy Halloween Month!!! Witchtober 2024 #1. Newt
Prompt List by @joyouart on DeviantArt and Instagram!!
Alt without text below!:
Seven of Pentacles. Art by Craig Maher, from Tarot of the Vampires.
I’ve been meaning to make some kind of portable altar for a while, figuring I’d just put together some kind of tiny kit for travel or something. Then I was like HEY WAIT, I COULD JUST DRAW ONE IN MY GRIMOIRE, and voila :D
Macbeth (1948) dir. Orson Welles The Witches of Eastwick (1987) dir. George Miller Stardust (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (2018 - 2020) The Pale Horse (2020) dir. Leonora Lonsdale Hercules (1997) dir. John Musker, Ron Clements Sleeping Beauty (1959) dir. Clyde Geronimi The Black Cauldron (1985) dir. Richard Rich, Ted Berman Sabrina the Teenage Witch (1996 - 2003) Halloweentown (1998) dir. Duwayne Dunham A Wrinkle in Time (2018) dir. Ava DuVernay The Craft (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming Charmed (1998 - 2006) Hocus Pocus (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega
For everyone struggling out there 🤝🏼
Picking at the flowers in her backyard, she softly hums with herself. Behind her there’s him, hiding in her shadow. This has been going on for years. And she refuses to acknowledge him.
Does she even know that he is there?
I can’t tell you, not now at least.
She plucks as many petals off her roses as possible. Her intention was to use them for an important spell: a love spell.
She had freed her long brownish wavy hair off the braid she had done the prior night, on the full moon. In fact, this morning, she woke up determined; she stretched her body as usual, ate her breakfast, read her grimoire while petting her sweet cat’s head and searching for the right spell of the day. Putting on a soft pinkish dress might I say: in a very mischievous way, she got out on her garden. And began plotting her plan.
He was intently watching her every move. He was waiting for her to finally notice him, not knowing that she was very much aware of his presence and his intentions towards her and for that, she was precisely doing a spell to make him vulnerable to her. He was entirely oblivious to what was going to happen. Poor Ares… he was going to fall right in her trap…
Getting all the ingredients, she stays in front of the mirror and starts enchanting…
She turns her head to the side and stares at a corner of the room. “Ares.” she lightly whispers.
He hears his name coming out of her mouth and unknowingly comes out of his hiding spot. “Angel…” he mutters in response.
She sweetly smiles at him and softly says “I missed you, Ares.”
His eyes widened and he sighs “I missed you, my Queen.”
She slowly gets up from her chair and goes near to his chest. She wraps her arms around his neck and sweetly looks at him directly in his eyes.
He looks down at her and hesitantly raises his hands to her hips. And softly sighs.
He was as enchanted as she was with him.
Fairly enough, this is what happens between a sweet witch and a God when they’re in love.
[...a son, of many shifts, blandly cunning, a robber, a cattle driver, a bringer of dreams, a watcher by night, a thief at the gates, one who was soon to show forth wonderful deeds among the deathless gods.]
You know what I never understood about people? Their intense fear of death while autumn being their favourite season. Autumn literally shows us how natural death is and how beautiful it can be. Each leaf served a purpose and falls to lay to rest. Out of the decay forms new life.