Being A Witch

Concept: Social Classes and daemons.

aw fuck i can’t believe you’ve done this (but i’m also glad you did because this idea is a big one)

social classs are already so complex, the way people are treated based on social class and income are already so askskskgha but to add dæmons to the mix? are people gonna start treating others like second class citizens because of their dæmon’s form? maybe if someone doesn’t conform to the expected dæmon for types of their class they’re given a harder time than others that do? maybe in a capitalist society dæmons are seen as a commodity rather than as your soul and other people living in different parts of the world are disgusting by our attitudes towards it? ofc if dæmons were physical tomorrow companies would start selling us dæmon related shit the day after without a doubt

but back to social class, there would likely be social expectations placed on people to determine what form their dæmon “should” be based on their social class. maybe only certain forms are acceptable for certain people, maybe women are expected to settle as x amount of forms because of bullshit gender expectations, maybe people of color are expected to settle as only certain animals under the guise of “that’s their culture!” while other people don’t have those expectations placed on them at all. if having a dæmon means that you’re human then what implications does that have for people who are viewed as less than human? fucking yikes™️. the world might even get to the point where dæmon forms are largely influenced by need based on lower social standing rather than opportunity associated with higher class standing. kids exposed to more stuff and given a better education would be more likely to choose forms that are diverse, kids that aren’t as lucky wouldn’t be given that chance at all and a dæmon form bottleneck between the upper and lower classes might form

i really do like those “what if dæmons suddenly appeared” ideas but at the same time it’s a potential hell world. things suddenly get a lot scarier

Oh no, I got stuck looking at footage from the Golden Compass movie and now I’m having serious dæmon feels. Like, “a world where everyone has corporeal dæmons” feels.

A sparrow dæmon fetching things in the grocery store as their human walks by

A big cat dæmon walking down the street next to their young anxious human, disappearing in and out of street lights like a shadow, growling from deep inside their chest at people who could be a threat to their other half

A raptor dæmon flying overhead of their human riding a bike, tugging in their hair for teasing and the human swatting overhead and almost loosing balance

People carrying their dæmons on their shoulders. Just, carrying your dæ on your shoulder. It’s so important.

A monkey dæmon clinging to their human’s arm when they walk and jumping to the table as their human sit down to eat

A tiny mouse dæmon running under and around their person’s hands as they write on their computer

Dæmons of classmates touching noses when they see each other in the morning

Dæmons of lovers curling up together under the table as their humans share a romantic dinner

Dæmons of friends resting in a huge heap of unidentifiable feather and fur and scales when their humans have a movie night

A ferret dæmon wrapping themself around their person’s neck to keep them warm in the evening air

An otter dæmon acting coach to their human when they’re swimming, swimming around them and splashing water on them if they don’t swim fast enough

Children’s dæmons playing in secret under the tables when their humans have class, taking tiny forms to not be seen but giggling and scurrying so much they can’t be missed

A big sibling’s dæmon cheering up their crying little sibling by changing into a really colourful butterfly and fluttering around above their head

The thought of corporeal dæmons make me so happy, guys.

Dæmon fun fact #2

Your dæmon will almost NEVER be your favorite animal. It’s a sad truth almost all of us have to learn to accept unless you sincerely can say you are your favorite person/kind of person. Very few people have that level of self love, and most of those who do… Likely aren’t being too healthy about it.

Bonus: not always but a lot of times our favorite animal tends to reflect the dæmon of our favorite kind of people. Not always, and usually it’s more of a theoretical preference than one gained through experience. When I did reveals for a couple, her favorite animals were dogs and coincidentally his dæmon was a dog too.

Witch tip

> wear crystals

> light candles

> drink tea

> be gay

AMBROSIA BAKED CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES

I want to dedicate this recipe to one of my good friends, who is no longer here to see it. I just want you to know, I miss you greatly.

Her favorite movie growing up was Percy Jackson. She talked about how Percy Jackson would drink Ambrosia and for him it tasted like warm chocolate chip cookies that his mother used to make him.

She always suggested me to do a recipe on it for my blog, when I first started it.

Even though she will never see this, I’m sure she would have loved this recipe. I can firmly say this recipe is made with every piece of love in my heart imaginable.

Please enjoy…

Ingredients

3 ½ cups flour

½ cup browned butter

½ cup softened butter

½ tsp sea salt

1 tbsp vanilla extract

1 ½ cup brown sugar

½ tsp expresso powder

2 large egg

½ bag milk chocolate chips

1 bar chopped chocolate

1 tsp baking soda

¼ cup condensed milk

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 F.

On a stove brown your butter and remove from heat to cool. Cream your softened butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Now cream in your browned butter. Beat in egg, vanilla extract, and condensed milk.

Add and mix in all your dry ingredients until just incorporated. Fold in chocolate and scoop cookies into even balls onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. 

Put it in the fridge 1 hour to overnight before baking.

Bake for 8-15 minutes, or until golden brown and completely cooked.

Please enjoy these cookies! And remember to cherish the ones you love the most!

True death is when a person can love no more, so long as you can love, the person will stay alive, in your memory.

Everyone says Ares feels like protests and Anger

And he does but he also feels like running to your big brother for help,

Crying into the chest of a man who won’t hurt you,

Someone teaching you how to throw a punch, with no judgement

Someone picking you up when you fall and scrape your self up

He feels like tattoos of a woman with snakes for hair to remind yourself you can’t be broken

He feels like someone finally recognizing the anger and rage inside you with honor and acceptance instead of demanding peace and forgiveness

Yes girls and boys Ares is big and scary and in the spirit of rebellion but he’s also a safe place to run don’t forget that 💕

Witchy Tips: How to Make a Sea Altar

Craft stores supply many natural, sea-related items for you to use. However, if you live within a few hundred miles of the coastline, an annual “pilgrimage” to the shorelines to collect.

seagull feathers

sea shells

driftwood

dried seaweed

sea glass

loose sand

sandstone

pressed palm leaves

dried coconut

The difference between a sea themed table and a altar are the intentions and the energy you put into it. To make your altar start by pouring ocean water lightly over your altar to “refresh” the ocean energy, burn coconut incense to raise tropical vibrations, play “Sounds of the Ocean” soundtracks and meditate near your altar.

When using items for a spell try using sand in the color that matches your intention. If your a water sign, add your zodiac sign to a candle. Add a mermaid or a water goddess to it. Move the items around and or change them out as needed, do not let it get stagnant, it needs to flow just like the ocean and streams.

I like to add herbs to my breakfasts, too 🍳🧇🥓

It always bugged me in The Logging Adventure book how Cassie freaks out when they all morph ants, and she’s having an anxiety attack on the floor and Rachel has to hold her to try to calm her down, and the whole time Cassie is thinking ‘oh, I can’t believe I’m making Rachel hug me! Rachel hates to give hugs, she must be so uncomfortable!’

Like, Cassie, babe, sugarcheeks. What Rachel are you talking about?

The Rachel who nearly got herself stuck in a cat morph because a girl that she wasn’t even that good of friends with anymore was upset? The Rachel who was like, ‘This girl needs cuddles! I don’t care what it costs!’? That Rachel?

The Rachel who crouched in a construction site with both arms wrapped around her friends to shield and protect them from harm, but also to comfort them? That Rachel? 

The Rachel who in the future stands in the hallway of a busy hospital and hugs her cousin who has just manipulated her into hunting down their ally-turned-enemy because she feels bad for him that he has to do things like that? That Rachel?

Cassie. Sweetie. Toodlebug. I know you were hopped up on ant pheromones, but if you slander Rachel like that again I am going to have to revoke your empath license. Rachel will hug anyone who needs it and she will never feel bad about it.

And most importantly I fight like a girl who has nothing to lose.