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Met a little friend today...
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It's funny the day I doodled this was the day they announced new Ojamajo Doremi content coming out.
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zdoodlez · 1 year
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B is for Bee Witch!! Shes just a sweet simple bee keeper that specializes in honeyed whispers and perfect blooms to help bees thrive.
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parsnippett · 10 months
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Bee Witch drawing that was supposed to be part of her character sheet that I never finished hehe :0)
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leafy-ocean · 1 month
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Carpenter bee witch
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jenibearx3 · 2 years
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Day 15: Bee Witch 🐝 #elbydrawswitchtober
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lulla-bee · 30 days
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gay diagram
@newspapergatory
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khajiithaswitchywares · 5 months
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lonelydncers · 7 months
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there it goes by maisie peters is as if someone took “i’m doing good i’m on some new shit” from taylor’s the 1 and made a whole song just for that one line
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bog-bitch · 8 months
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Male Valley Carpenter Bee (Xylocopa sonorina), which is in my totally unbiased opinion one of the most underrated insects.
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sosuperawesome · 2 years
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Witch Hats // Mac Of All Styles on Etsy
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ghouljams · 6 months
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To be honest, I would want to be Price and Witch’s kid instead of fuck them idk why. I have mommy and daddy issues I guess lol.
Yeah I can do that, Witch adopts a lot of people and Price... also adopts strays.
"Do you want some tea darling?" The Witch asks, crouching to be on your level, "or maybe some hot chocolate? Could perk you right up."
You think for a moment before nodding your head. You're not supposed to talk to strangers, but you've seen this witch in the neighborhood and there's something comforting about her. Her concern seems genuine as she fusses with the copper pots in her kitchen. And you really can't complain about the rich dark liquid she pours neatly into a mug for you. It certainly looks, and smells, like a melted chocolate bar. Far flung from the powdered stuff you expected.
She frowns at you for a moment, plucking at the space around you with purposeful fingers. You sip your drink, and try not to watch her too closely. She may feel warm, but her movements are alien to you, and strike at your stomach with a strange primal fear. You think it's fear, you don't quite have the word for this feeling. You're sure it will come to you.
The chocolate coats your tongue, thick and viscous, you think you can taste cinnamon under the cocoa. The Witch taps her finger against her cheek, watching you, she seems ill at ease. Obviously concerned over the strange child that's made themselves comfortable in her home. She seems to come to some conclusion, holding her hand over her mouth as she whispers something. It's inaudible and yet it fills the room, dissonant whispers echoing off the walls and collecting in a swirl of smoke.
A man steps out with a roll of his shoulders, and almost as quickly as he lays eyes on you, he's looking back at the witch.
"Where'd you get the changeling?" He asks with a raise of his brow. The Witch lets out a breath.
"Oh good, knew they felt fae," She goes to the kitchen while the man takes a seat next to you, "they just showed up, I assume they're one of the neighbor's kids."
"Is that right?" The man smiles at you, it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, you smile back with all your teeth. He seems to like that, poking his fingers against your sides to make you giggle. "Where's your mum, hm? Can't have wandered too far off."
You shrug and the fae man nods. You like when adults don't make you talk, sometimes talking is too much. The witch taps her fingers together, thinking, while the man lets smoke swirl off his fingers. It makes little shapes and animals in the air, elephants and lions dancing around your head, butterflies flying over to distract the witch. You hold your hand out for one, and watch a lion burst into a flock of penguins to waddle across your palm.
"I can run a trace, I suppose," The Witch sighs walking closer, she crouches to be at eye level with you, "Can I have a pinch of your hair darling? I promise it won't hurt a bit."
You don't know if you want to give a witch your hair. It seems dangerous, that's how witches take control of people. You look at the man for help, surely he knows how witches work and won't let this one puppet you around. He chuckles, leaning his elbow against the table to rest his head against his fist. He nods at you.
"Go on then, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything nasty." He assures you. You look back at the Witch, who's glaring at your new friend.
"Don't make me sound so wicked," She scolds him.
"Don't need my help for that sweetheart," There's something warm in his voice, something that makes the whole house light up with warmth as the Witch bites down a smile.
She's very careful with you, pressing her fingers against your scalp as she twists hair around her fingers, plucking a few stray strands before pulling away again. She's right, it doesn't hurt. You rub your head, and she turns it back towards your mug of liquid chocolate. You think that's payment enough.
You don't watch what she does with your hair, but you feel the shiver of it. It's like a little zap of electricity, a stray shock from rubbing your socks against carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the feeling, it's not unbearable, but it's unpleasant. You consider peaking at what the Witch is doing, but you catch sight of your new fae friend first, and watching him watch her is much more interesting.
His eyes spark, and you mean that literally. There's a fire behind them that traces its way around his iris each time he blinks. A spark of gold against ice blue. A shooting star in a snowstorm. His eyes smile, and even though his fingers stop you from seeing his lips you assume they're smiling at well. You glance at the witch and see her hold up a vial of black powder to the light, her eyes studying it as she tips it one way then the other. It's not anything interesting, you don't see what's worth staring at.
"Can you make a bear?" You ask the man, he hums questioningly before looking at you. "They're my favorite," You explain.
"Can I make a bear?" He scoffs, swirling his fingers to collect the smoke. The wisps of it draw together and burst with a spark into the silhouette of a brown bear. It plods along the table top before sitting down to look around. It's a good bear.
"I know a good story about a bear," You tell him. He raises a brow, and doesn't stop you as you chatter away telling your favorite fairy tale. In fact his smoke seems to act out the scenes for you, stopping and restarting as you try to remember details. By the time you finish there's no more sound coming from the witch's work, and you're starting to notice the "lovely princess" and "handsome prince" smoke figures look a lot like your hosts.
"I called their mum," The witch tells the man, setting a cup of tea in front of him. "She should be here soon." The fae man snaps his fingers and the smoke disperses.
"One of the neighbors?" He asks, and she hums in confirmation. He tugs at her hand, pulls her down to perch on his lap with a quiet word.
"Are you alright to go home dear?" She asks you, and you think she means it. Sometimes people ask you things but they don't really want an answer, they just want to ask. You nod after a moment's thought. She looks relieved. "If you ever get lost again, you can call me,-" she hands you a little black card with gold lettering, it looks very official, "-I'll get you back home."
You turn the card over. There's no name on it just a phone number, an address, and one word, "Witch." You're studying one of the gold stars on the corner of it when there's a knock at the door. The Witch stands to answer it, and the fae man's touch lingers on her hip before she moves away. He gives you a wink as she pulls the door open, as if his affections are a conspiracy between the two of you. You hop off your chair and he catches your arm.
"Price," He tells you quietly, it feels like an important word so you nod solemnly. He smiles, "Go on back to your mum, and don't go spreading my name around."
You hold onto your mother's hand as you wave good-bye. She thanks the Witch profusely, though she waves all of them off. You watch the gold slip off of her like water, humans are so funny like that. They never hold onto heavy ties, kind only for the sake of kindness.
"Do you know how worried I was?" Your mother scolds you, "You're lucky someone dangerous didn't find you."
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joledraws · 7 months
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Who... or what is PuppyCat running from in Possum Springs? 👀
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albaillustration · 10 months
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A couple more tiny witchy commissions, inspired by the prompts "spinning wool" and "bees"! Ink, watercolor, and acryla gouache. These paintings are only 2.5/3x3 inches in size!
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enchanting-jewel · 10 months
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Hekate
There is so much to say about Hekate so I will keep this short and sweet! Hekate is the Queen of the Witches! She is the Goddess of crossroads, witches, necromancy, moon and is a guardian to the underworld and guide to lost souls.
She is often depicted as a triple Goddess, holding a lantern or triple torch and was honored at crossroads, entry-points into cities and at thresholds to sanctuaries. She is often seen with 3 heads or 3 bodies with 3 heads due to her ability to see past, present and future.
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Hekate is the Goddess that resides in liminal space. She can easily traverse through the realms of the underworld and physical world.
When should you work with her? When you see yourself at a crossroads and need help choosing a path. Or when you are truly ready to embrace your power.
Some symbols that represent Hekate are:
Triple moon goddess
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Dogs (companionship)
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Key to the underworld
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Torch
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Labyrinth Serpent
Athame
Because she is the Queen of the Witches, Hekate loves to have her own altar space in a witches home. You can add anything representing the above symbols, the colors black and red, a cauldron, broom, stars and moons.
You can also give offerings for her. She prefers lavender, pomegranates, eggs, honey, breads, dishes with garlic and sweets. She loves candle flame and incense!
Prayer to Hekate
“When I doubt,
Show me my strength;
When I am wrong,
Show me the right path.
Light the crossroads before me,
So that I may see my way;
Queen of Transitions,
Guardian of doorways;
Hekate bless my journeys,
Through dark and dawn,
Day and dusk.
Help me to bring to balance
The force within myself
Light and dark;
Above and below.
As a coin cannot only have one side,
I am not whole,
One without the other.”
You’re welcome to share any info I have left out or any prayers or spells!
Follow for more witch tips and spells!
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lonelydncers · 7 months
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