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witchmemes · 2 years

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Cities: A Modern Witch's Urban Sanctuary Part 4: Urban Magick

When in the city, it has its own unique options for magick. One such example is using cans that you've found on the street for such purposes as stringing them together and hanging them from your doorknob as a protection charm. There are many uses for cans. Make sure to clean them first, though. You can use scraps from broken tires for baneful magick as well as banishing. If you burn them, I would not recommend doing it indoors. Bottles found lying around, whether they be glass or plastic, have many uses. They can store moon water and other liquids that one might use in their practice. If the glass bottles are broken, you can put them in a spell jar to drive your enemies away. If you see some paper lying around, it can have many uses in your practice. Chicken bones from fried chicken discarded in front of your apartment building? Those can be used in your practice, too! Even those metal bottle caps can be used for luck, money drawing, or prosperity magick. You'd be surprised how ordinary, mundane-looking litter can be used in one's practice. Just make sure that you clean these items before you use them. You can also do things like use chalk to write sigils on your apartment building. If you don't have an altar, you can make one out of a milk crate with some plywood or thick cardboard on top. You might find feathers lying around, and those have many applications.

Many cities have occult shops where you can find a variety of supplies for your practice. However, if you do not have one or cannot go to one, there are other places where you can get supplies. Take grocery stores, for example. The spice section has a wide variety of common herbs that one might use in one's practice. Some herbs can be found in the tea section. You can use loose-leaf or bagged tea. One thing that I've done is get herbs from the tea bags (chamomile, lavender, hibiscus, lemongrass, and safflower, among others). You just have to cut them open to get the herbs. Some herbal tea blends have herbs that you can use for a specific purpose. For example, Bigelow Red Raspberry has ingredients that are good for love spells, including self-love. If you need fresh herbs, common cooking herbs can often be found in the store. Really, a lot of herbs and other items used in one's practice can be found there. Some stores also have incense, candles, notebooks, and pens or markers in a variety of colors. Some stores have those flat marbles, which you can use to make a DIY set of rune stones. If you don't have any spring water available, you can get those gallon jugs of spring water at most grocery stores. If there is a craft section, I'd recommend checking it out. Most grocery stores have a place where you can buy cookies and the like, which can be used as offerings. If you're on a budget and have a local Dollar Tree, you can usually get candles, incense, dried herbs, salt, notebooks, a variety of craft supplies, cookies, dolls to represent the god and goddess, cartons of eggs to make eggshell powder, and many other items that one can use in their practice. Really, if you're creative and open-minded enough and know where to look, you can find a wide variety of things to use in your practice. I would recommend checking out the seasonal items, too.

Back to the matter of herbs and such things. If you don't want to go out to buy herbs, flowers, vegetables, and the like and are patient enough, you can grow your own. Some plants can be grownn on the window sill, or on your balcony if you have one. If there is a communal garden, try to find out if that's also an option to grow your plants. If you grow your plants indoors, I would recommend purchasing a grow light. If you grow your plants indoors, you will probably have to hand-pollenate certain plants yourself. Thankfully, there are a wide variety of videos on YouTube that give instructions on how to hand-pollenate your plants. Some plants come in dwarf or container varieties, which can be useful if you don't have a lot of space. For example, many micro dwarf tomatoes grow to be less than a foot tall. You might have to order some seeds online, though.

In the city, you can cast almost any spell that you can cast elsewhere. You can find almost any ingredient that you need if you're creative and resourceful enough. If you look for it, you'll probably be able to find it in the city. Who knows? You might find something you can use that might surprise you. As they say, sometimes you don't know what you're looking for until you find it.

#city #urban #witch #witchcraft #urban witchcraft #urban witch #city witch #witch memes #witchmemes #urban magick

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cantva190 · 2 years

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Deviantart: Sam Schecter

Link: https://www.deviantart.com/herringbonnes/art/Live-Evil-622452702

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kaminari-taimei · 2 years

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#unknown armies #unknown_armies #unknown armies art #unknownarmies #magical realism #magic realism #urban fantasy #urban magick #webcomic #comics #art #mistery #weird #strange #cursed

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daisychainsposts · 2 years

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Someone should write a book about a witch who lives in New York and their familiar is a pigeon

#urban fantasy #urban magick

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bones33333 · 6 months

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URBAN WITCH THINGS!!

notion and canva grimoires you spend hours on and cry when the WiFi goes and you lose your last ten mins of work

leaving an anti stealing sigil in your locker because you lost your padlock and recharging it at lunch

witchy themed wallpaper on your iphone and quickly switching to a different one when people look at your phone

cleansing spell by untangling your tangled earphones

as many houseplants as you can cram on the windowsill to grow in your apartment

growing non houseplants too because your dedication to getting cheap herbs knows no ends

drawing sharpie sigils on the bottom of your skateboard to protect it

composition notebook filled with messy notes and annotations of spells you printed out and want to try, enchanted from when you used coffee staining the pages as a spell

making charmed badges for your backpack!

#witchcraft #urban witch #baby witch #witchy tips #witchy memes #witches #magick #magic

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queer-catastrophes · 1 year

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Quick Reminder On Love Magic!

Hello! Since it is Valentine's day, I thought I would make a quick reminder of something that I see a lot of on here regarding Love, sex, and general magic practices.

Please remember that any spells that take away a person's free will are immoral and unethical!! I see a lot of places where people are suggesting or posting love potions, spells, or related material to force/make someone fall in love with you, or have sex with you and that is Never ok. Spells that promote self-love and confidence, or booster spells for yourself are alright, but it's never ok to try to make someone like you against their will

Spells that involve spraying things onto a person, hiding things, or violating someone's space or personal property without them knowing is not a good thing. (neither is taking anything from them or their body without permission) Please respect people's space and things! It can come off as creepy, weird, and violating to pour, touch, spray, or put things on or into another person's stuff and in some cases it can be illegal. if you need to do so, please ASK THE PERSON BEFOREHAND

3. As someone who is sensitive to perfumes, certain scents, or things you can inhale or smell, please be cautious if you are applying or using something on yourself, giving food or perfume to someone, or if you are doing something in a public space. Please be considerate of others and their allergies!! (applies to food allergies too) 4. Please do not bury anything that does harm to the area around it, including glitter, plastic, glass, trash, sharp things, SALT or chemicals, or anything an animal can get trapped in There are alternatives to burying, and alternative materials you can bury that will decompose rather than becoming litter or a hazard to others. Show some love to the earth and the people in that area too!! Please remember to stay ethical and wise when doing magic, be kind to those around you and remember everyone is not the same or sees the same way you might. Spread and show love, not more problems for others!

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kdmatheson · 9 months

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"LA DOLCE VITA" kd matheson 1982

#dreams #surreal art #psychedelic art #magick #painting #sirius #visionary art #murals #urban art #grafitti #underworld #bardos #supewrnatural #kd matheson

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the-likeable-wizard-mack · 1 month

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An idea that’s been brewing in my mine for years

is the idea of broom racing. Imagine witches and wizards meeting up on an abandoned forest trail with tricked out brooms with stickers, lights, extra attachments on their brooms all lined up infront of a starting line and racing till their heats content!

It’s an idea for a series that I always wanted to do for a while (i.e two years lol) but, the idea of broom racing having the same kinda culture as street racing is really cool.

Also imagine the variation of brooms that could be used instead of just the regular standard broomstick and there’s certain rules (and unspoken rules) about racing that every racer knows.

Racers have their own social media presence showing off trick shots and sick designs on their broom. Also what if there were teams of broom racers that all compete in local completions.

Basically this idea is just a self indulgent urban fantasy cyber punk fast and furious type of series

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ecpics · 4 months

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Photo by Ed Constantine 2023

Please Do Not Alter/Remove Credit

#photography #photography on tumblr #city photography #street photography #urban photography #chaos magick #urban witchcraft #urban magick #KVLT23

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elhoimleafar · 7 months

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Sorcery & Brujería without filters without makeup, cause there is more happening in the behind the scenes than what people actually see.

Working transmutations at @thewitchscabinetcny (on Instagram)

Xxo. Elo 🌺🌹🐒

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lillianawayne99 · 2 years

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Now Let The Games Begin

The Awakening Chapter One

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action-Adventure

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: violence, mentions of death, magic, smoking, mate bond

Synopsis: A battle hardened general sacrificed herself to save her people. Encased in stone for thousands of years, Serephina must come to terms with being mated to not one, but four men in a world she no longer recognizes.

The Awakening | Masterlist

There was something solid and warm wrapped around my hand. How long had it been since I felt something? Decades? Centuries? It couldn’t have been millennia, could it?

The years of being stuck in one position made my knees buckle and legs give out. Reaching out to brace myself, someone caught me before I could hit the ground.

“Aroh? . . . yagd . . .” I could hear a masculine voice, though it was muddled as if I was underwater.

My eyelids felt as though they weighed several times their weight. I struggled to raise them, the bright sunlight quickly forcing them closed again. Letting my eyes adjust to the light, I warily opened them.

The man holding me took in a sharp breath when I finally looked up. The moment my gaze landed upon his, it was as if the world disappeared until only the two of us were left.

My lungs pulled in an involuntary breath when the invisible tether between us snapped into place, confirming what I had already suspected.

In one swift movement, he pulled me up so I was standing against his chest. He cradled me with his arms around my waist as if I was delicate, precious, and must be protected at all costs. His eyes bore into mine despite the sun behind him casting a shadow over his face.

“Ierda,” The man’s voice was clearer this time, but I still couldn’t make out what he was saying.

I cleared my throat a few times and glanced down at where his chest was my eye level. I couldn’t remember the last time I had trouble speaking. How long was it since I stepped foot on that accursed battlefield? It felt like mere hours ago the sun shone for too long. The consequence of the spell performed to lock away the monster so many had died to defeat.

My legs began to sway beneath me, forcing me to grasp the man’s shirt to steady myself. I leaned into him with my head resting on his chest while I shook my legs out. Thank the gods he was being patient with me. I’d never been this frail. I could feel my skin buzzing with eons of collected magic, but my body was weak from being motionless for too long.

I froze in place as I felt his familiar reach across the bond toward my dragon. A shudder ran down my spine as she unfurled deep within the recesses of my mind and came out of her hiding place. She greeted him like an old friend, a promising sign for the years ahead.

Following Kenna’s lead, I raised my gaze at the same time the man brushed his knuckles across my cheek. When our gazes met, he rested his hand on my cheek and gently caressed my skin with the pad of his thumb.

I thought I knew what to expect when the seal for the spell broke, but the man before me was beyond my wildest dreams. He was taller and more muscular than most men. His grey eyes contrasted perfectly with his rich brown, cool toned complexion. Most people would be intimidated by his large, imposing stature, but I was transfixed.

How long had I waited for this? How many people had placed their hands in mine, hoping the statue would come to life and they’d find true love? Or did people avoid me? Did they refuse to bring back the girl who could end the world?

The man supporting me dropped his hand from my cheek and returned his arm to where it had been wrapped around my waist. Fiddling with the material of his shirt, I cleared my throat and tested my voice until I was able to say something.

“Wh-What?” I finally croaked, my voice hoarse from years of disuse.

“Gadya ierda,” He spoke slowly, enough for me to understand we were speaking different languages. It was a good sign. I hoped.

Would it be strange if I kissed him? Had the tradition changed? What would he think of me if I did? I needed to understand him. I needed to understand a language in use today, but what if he rejects me because I kissed him too soon?

The feeling of a large, calloused hand on my cheek pulled me out of my thoughts. My vision focused on his mouth then his lips were on mine. A chill so deep it became a furnace erupted from where our skin met. Our lips moved feverishly against each other, encouraged by the bond tying us together for the rest of our lives.

A hunger neither of us could satiate until it was adequately fed took root deep inside each of us. Even if one of us rejected the other, which now seemed unlikely, we could never completely erase the other’s effect on our lives. My senses were overwhelmed by the taste of bamban smoke on his lips and smell of magic in the air. I’d heard about what the bond did to people, but this was beyond what I could have imagined. He was my drug, and I couldn’t get enough.

He roughly grasped my rear in his hand and squeezed, eliciting a small groan from my lips. The intimate touch reminded me we were likely in a public space. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed, breaking the kiss. He rested his forehead against mine while we tried to catch our breath, holding me to his heaving chest. His arms were tightly wound around my waist and pressed to my spine, his muscles shaking with the strength he was holding back.

“Who . . . when . . . fuck,” I gasped out, attempting to figure out which question was more pressing.

“I am King Caedan.” Thank the gods I could understand him, and hopefully he could understand me.

“I’m Serephina.” I lifted my head to look around us for the first time.

Nothing was how I remembered. We were currently standing in the courtyard of what appeared to be a city. Grandiose buildings towered over everyone. There was a crowd of people in a circle around us, none of them wearing clothes I was familiar with and most of the women were wearing trousers.

“What year is it?” I took one last look at my surroundings before turning back to my mate.

“9578 A.L.D.” He didn’t sound confused by my question, but the answer he provided only gave me more questions.

“A.L.D.?” I paid the ultimate price five thousand years after The Split. If people were no longer measuring time from the same date, how long had I been imprisoned?

“After The Long Day?”

It had taken much longer than any of us could have anticipated. The unprecedented amount of magic coursing through my veins was no longer a surprise. I had spent the past nine and a half millennia absorbing the magic in the air and draining Melantha of hers, all without using a drop of what I had.

If she was petrified like I was, Melantha should be in the same area as when the spell took effect. I needed to find her before she fled and regained her former strength.

The bond had barely taken effect, and yet a small part of me already felt pained at the idea of having to leave my mate. Unsure of whether I would find him again or survive the battle ahead, I leaned into Caedan and inhaled deeply. He smelled so strongly of bamban smoke I couldn’t detect his natural scent.

Time was slipping away from me, and I couldn’t follow my heart. I had a job to do and it didn’t matter whether or not I wanted to do it. Melantha had to be stopped no matter the cost. I knew I needed to leave the second I woke, but I dragged the moment out as long as I could.

What did Caedan think of me, the frail warrior clinging to his shirt? Did he think my timidness endearing, or could he see deeper? Where my hands rested on his chest, could he see the red staining my skin? Did he understand my submission was reserved only for him?

I took a steadying breath and straightened my posture. Gently pushing on Caedan’s chest, I tried to remove myself from his embrace. He let out a low, warning growl from deep in his chest and refused to let go of me.

“What are you doing? I need to go.” I pushed against him again, but it was futile. The years may have fed my soul, but they sapped my body.

“Where could you possibly need to go? You’ve been a statue for so long, you don’t know what year it is,” The mocking undertones in his voice surprised me. He had been nothing but patient and kind until now.

“Don’t you remember? Don’t you know why?” I stopped fighting him in the hope diplomacy would work.

“I know I’m your mate and that makes you my Queen. Unless you plan on rejecting the bond, you’re staying with me.” Caedan tightened his hold on me to the point I could hardly breathe.

“She’s coming . . . need to . . . stop her,” I panted, desperately pushing against him in an attempt to put some distance between us.

“What are you talking about? Have the years as stone addled your brain?” He jibed while partially loosening his hold.

“Melantha . . . is coming.” My voice faltered as I struggled to breathe properly and speak at the same time.

“Melantha?” Caedan began laughing raucously as if what I said was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard. His head tipped back and his chest shook while I watched in stunned indignation. “The dark witch that destroyed Bakiavela in one day? She’s been dead for thousands of years,”

“She never died! She was imprisoned and now that I’m awake, so is she!” I snapped at him.

“Are you high on guaran leaves?” His pearly white teeth shone in the light as his lips pulled back in a half smile.

“No, I’m not high! Are you fucking crazy? Let me go!” I pounded both fists on his chest to no avail.

“Let you go? You have responsibilities at home, Your Highness.” His nonchalance convinced me nothing I said would matter. People had forgotten and he wouldn’t believe me. Maybe no one would.

Hands fisting in Caedan’s shirt, I raised my leg and slammed my knee into his groin. He let go of me to grab his stomach with a grunt. The moment I was freed, I bolted for the southeast corner of the courtyard while ignoring the shouts of the people I barrelled through. With the rising sun behind me, I darted through two buildings into an alley. I prayed I was going the right direction and hadn’t been followed while weaving through the monuments around me.

What did Caedan mean when he said Melantha destroyed Bakiavela in a day? The spell locked her away the same as me. Were the consequences higher than we thought? Did we sacrifice our home, our people, for the belief we were saving the world? If all of Bakiavela died anyway, were our sacrifices worth it?

I ran out into the middle of a street only for something large and heavy to plow into my side. My body flew through the air before I fell and my breath was forced from my lungs. Taking in a deep gasp, I gingerly felt my side. Nothing was broken, but a bruise was already forming.

I carefully pushed myself up and looked over at what hit me. It appeared to be an abnormally large, rounded box floating slightly above the ground. Rather than sit and stare at the oddity, I turned to stand only to find myself surrounded by unfamiliar faces.

They were likely trying to make sure I wasn’t injured, but I couldn’t care less about what they wanted. Taking advantage of the people hiding me, I studied my surroundings. The battlefield had become unrecognizable. If someone asked me which direction my home used to be, I wouldn’t be able to tell them.

“Goddammit! Where is she?!” The sound of my mate’s voice made Kenna perk up and urge me to search the crowd for him.

Slowly rising to my feet, I calmly made my way through the crowd and away from the voice calling for me. I hid in the swarm of people walking along the street while putting as much distance as I could between my followers and I.

‘Stop worrying about him and help me find the kenge spawn,’ I demanded of my familiar while glancing behind me.

‘Climb one of the buildings,’ Kenna suggested, accompanied by the image of a grunyan climbing the wall to my right. Dragons were supposed to be the most intelligent creatures, and this was the idea she offered.

‘The walls are too smooth. We’d have to shift.’ Only a dragon could hope to sink their claws into whatever material people used these days. She ruffled her wings and began to unfurl, inching closer to the forefront of my consciousness. Of course she wanted to shift. I did too, but a dragon, in a city, seriously?

‘What have you seen in the sky since I woke up?’ I glanced behind myself again and turned onto another road, keeping the other pedestrians in between myself and the street. The buildings to my right appeared to be stores. Using my hair to hide my face, I walked with the pace of the crowd.

‘Clouds.’ Abarrane help me. Kenna drove me fucking ballistic sometimes. I swore, she did this shit on purpose. ‘I heard that.’

‘What haven’t you seen?’ I kept my head down and turned onto a side street to lean against a wall while Kenna rambled off a list of animals I would normally see flying overhead several times a day. All of which were nowhere to be found.

I was completely lost in this place with only the sun to guide me. In spite of centuries of training, my legs were aching and lungs burned. Could I really handle this? This was my best chance, and yet I could barely handle walking across flat ground. If—no, when I fight Melantha, will I win?

The plan was for me to find and kill her when the seal broke. Did anyone think about the state of my body after all that time? Someone had to, which meant they expected me to use the magic I collected and it still may not be enough to kill her.

Latent magic in the world feeds life, but using it eats away at us from the inside. I’d always been careful with mine, used it sparingly. If I burned through every bit of the magic I possessed, it would kill me.

I volunteered for a suicide mission.

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witchmemes · 2 years

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Cities: A Modern Witch's Urban Sanctuary

Part 3: The Living City

Poe here! With more and more witches living in cities, some of them may be under the mistaken impression that cities are spiritual dead zones. This is completely untrue. The city is alive and full of energy, just like any other environment where witches can live. One just has to know how to look.

The city has its own brand of nature. There is stone in the sidewalk and earth underneath it. Some areas with the areas may have decorative stones. The buildings around you are most likely made of brick or decorated with slabs of stone. There is no shortage of earth elements that you can draw energy from. If you connect to the electricity that is everywhere, you may view it as fire, or the light in the lamp posts. The water is right below your feet in the pipes that run beneath the streets and sidewalks. Wind can be found anywhere outdoors but when you are indoors, wind is easily generated by an electric fan or even your AC unit. There are many other things that you might think of that I have not mentioned. The elements are still everywhere in the city.

The city has its own circulatory system, with the sidewalks and streets serving as the veins and arteries for the city's energy to pass through. Cars, motorcycles, even people leave their energy imprint in the city. As this energy circles through the city, it leaves the city alive wherever it touches. You can feel the city's pulse whenever you connect to the urban landscape. This pulse guides the energy though the city, suffusing everything it touches with life. Pumping the pulse through the city is the heart of the city. The heart of the city may not be located in the same place in every city, but it is usually somewhere that the most people and the most energy passes through. It could be an important building, an intersection like in my (admittedly smaller) city, or even the local Walmart. The city's heart really can be just about anywhere in a city. As the pulse of energy goes through the city, you can feel it if you choose to tune into it.

There are spirits of nature, elements, the dead, and various other types of spirits. Did you know that there are also spirits of locations? This also applies to cities. The city itself has its own spirit. There are spirits in the trees, the park, the river, buildings where people have lived and died, and many other places in cities. There are elemental spirits that can be felt through the elemental sources that I mentioned earlier in this post. Should you seek out the aid of spirits, whether they be nature spirits, location spirits, spirits of the dead, or any other kind of spirit, there is no shortage of them in cities.

To summarize this post, the city is alive and vibrant with energy that you can feel and draw upon. It is a spiritual ecosystem in and of itself and really, all you need to do is seek it out.

#witch #witchcraft #urban #urban magick #urban witchcraft #witch memes #witchmemes #urban witch #city #city witch

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