𝙎𝘼𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘼.
@the-magic-within.bsky.social
𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩.
𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙖.
(🖊️) Penned by Deetzie.
Strictly no lewd. Muse is 18, mun is 18+.
𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙖.
(🖊️) Penned by Deetzie.
Strictly no lewd. Muse is 18, mun is 18+.
- woman, completely relaxed.
November 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM
- woman, completely relaxed.
- she wouldn't have to witness her embarrassing herself again...
November 1, 2025 at 8:21 AM
- she wouldn't have to witness her embarrassing herself again...
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐒𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚.
She heard that voice, following her, traveling from all around her mind. It was as if there were some disconnect between it and her body. But yet, she could move all the same.
An empty hallway laid ahead of her. Her first instinct was to run. Run towards whatever door -
She heard that voice, following her, traveling from all around her mind. It was as if there were some disconnect between it and her body. But yet, she could move all the same.
An empty hallway laid ahead of her. Her first instinct was to run. Run towards whatever door -
November 1, 2025 at 8:02 AM
- she had been underwater for a long, long time. She checked her hands and arms. Still the normal color they should be. But now... she had questions. Lots and lots of questions.
For now though.
She could only force out one sarcastic quip...
❝ Happy birthday, Sabrina. ❞
For now though.
She could only force out one sarcastic quip...
❝ Happy birthday, Sabrina. ❞
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- she had been underwater for a long, long time. She checked her hands and arms. Still the normal color they should be. But now... she had questions. Lots and lots of questions.
For now though.
She could only force out one sarcastic quip...
❝ Happy birthday, Sabrina. ❞
For now though.
She could only force out one sarcastic quip...
❝ Happy birthday, Sabrina. ❞
- primordial witch... was just as terrified in her moment as she was. Maybe the pain she had just endured... was the suffering she had experienced for an eternity.
❝ GAAH... ❞
Sabrina jolted awake in her bed, Salem curled up on her lap. She was in a cold sweat, panting hard and wheezing as if -
❝ GAAH... ❞
Sabrina jolted awake in her bed, Salem curled up on her lap. She was in a cold sweat, panting hard and wheezing as if -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- primordial witch... was just as terrified in her moment as she was. Maybe the pain she had just endured... was the suffering she had experienced for an eternity.
❝ GAAH... ❞
Sabrina jolted awake in her bed, Salem curled up on her lap. She was in a cold sweat, panting hard and wheezing as if -
❝ GAAH... ❞
Sabrina jolted awake in her bed, Salem curled up on her lap. She was in a cold sweat, panting hard and wheezing as if -
-
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
She felt her mind form a fist and pierce the veil of the dark. She heard a scream, someone's scream. A scream of anguish. Something that fought for the right to exist. Sabrina felt pity for it. But in that blanketing light, she could not reach out and take it.
Maybe...
That -
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
She felt her mind form a fist and pierce the veil of the dark. She heard a scream, someone's scream. A scream of anguish. Something that fought for the right to exist. Sabrina felt pity for it. But in that blanketing light, she could not reach out and take it.
Maybe...
That -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
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𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
She felt her mind form a fist and pierce the veil of the dark. She heard a scream, someone's scream. A scream of anguish. Something that fought for the right to exist. Sabrina felt pity for it. But in that blanketing light, she could not reach out and take it.
Maybe...
That -
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
She felt her mind form a fist and pierce the veil of the dark. She heard a scream, someone's scream. A scream of anguish. Something that fought for the right to exist. Sabrina felt pity for it. But in that blanketing light, she could not reach out and take it.
Maybe...
That -
- label that defined her. Not witch. Not human. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. That thing in between. The savior. The trickster. The girl.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
More and more, she fought to keep that sense of self, forcing a crack in this layer of darkness that clouded her very will.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
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𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
More and more, she fought to keep that sense of self, forcing a crack in this layer of darkness that clouded her very will.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
-
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- label that defined her. Not witch. Not human. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. That thing in between. The savior. The trickster. The girl.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
More and more, she fought to keep that sense of self, forcing a crack in this layer of darkness that clouded her very will.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
-
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂. 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
More and more, she fought to keep that sense of self, forcing a crack in this layer of darkness that clouded her very will.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
-
- resented. In the end, she could become nothing more than that. But... that didn't mean she had to keep it that way.
She clenched her fists. And she thought of a word. A single word. It was getting hard to think. Even just... forming words was a challenge now, but she had to try.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
The -
She clenched her fists. And she thought of a word. A single word. It was getting hard to think. Even just... forming words was a challenge now, but she had to try.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
The -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- resented. In the end, she could become nothing more than that. But... that didn't mean she had to keep it that way.
She clenched her fists. And she thought of a word. A single word. It was getting hard to think. Even just... forming words was a challenge now, but she had to try.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
The -
She clenched her fists. And she thought of a word. A single word. It was getting hard to think. Even just... forming words was a challenge now, but she had to try.
𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂.
The -
- much more powerful than her own.
Sabrina sunk... deeper and deeper into the world of the unconscious. Maybe the witch was fully in her body now. Maybe it was all for nothing.
Even the way she saw herself in her reflections. It was that of an evil witch. Everything they feared. Everything she -
Sabrina sunk... deeper and deeper into the world of the unconscious. Maybe the witch was fully in her body now. Maybe it was all for nothing.
Even the way she saw herself in her reflections. It was that of an evil witch. Everything they feared. Everything she -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- much more powerful than her own.
Sabrina sunk... deeper and deeper into the world of the unconscious. Maybe the witch was fully in her body now. Maybe it was all for nothing.
Even the way she saw herself in her reflections. It was that of an evil witch. Everything they feared. Everything she -
Sabrina sunk... deeper and deeper into the world of the unconscious. Maybe the witch was fully in her body now. Maybe it was all for nothing.
Even the way she saw herself in her reflections. It was that of an evil witch. Everything they feared. Everything she -
- smothering her. Like forcing a pillow over her face and pushing her down. Her eyes slowly slid downwards. It was a surprise attack in her very sleep. Right.
It was... obvious.
So damn obvious...
She needed something strong to get her back into the world of the living. But that required a soul -
It was... obvious.
So damn obvious...
She needed something strong to get her back into the world of the living. But that required a soul -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- smothering her. Like forcing a pillow over her face and pushing her down. Her eyes slowly slid downwards. It was a surprise attack in her very sleep. Right.
It was... obvious.
So damn obvious...
She needed something strong to get her back into the world of the living. But that required a soul -
It was... obvious.
So damn obvious...
She needed something strong to get her back into the world of the living. But that required a soul -
-
Memories that were not her own. Memories from hundreds, thousands of years ago. To the primordial age of the witch. To the day of the first witch's birth. 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂.
She expected some monologue or something about how thoroughly fucked she was, but the demon went radio silent. It was -
Memories that were not her own. Memories from hundreds, thousands of years ago. To the primordial age of the witch. To the day of the first witch's birth. 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂.
She expected some monologue or something about how thoroughly fucked she was, but the demon went radio silent. It was -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
-
Memories that were not her own. Memories from hundreds, thousands of years ago. To the primordial age of the witch. To the day of the first witch's birth. 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂.
She expected some monologue or something about how thoroughly fucked she was, but the demon went radio silent. It was -
Memories that were not her own. Memories from hundreds, thousands of years ago. To the primordial age of the witch. To the day of the first witch's birth. 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒂.
She expected some monologue or something about how thoroughly fucked she was, but the demon went radio silent. It was -
- body rocketed into the air, bending backwards as she floated about in the air.
The walls turned to glass, and she could see the ground no longer. Slowly, she could feel it. An itchy and burning sensation on her skin.
It was becoming moldy.
Green.
Unnatural.
Images flooded into her brain.
-
The walls turned to glass, and she could see the ground no longer. Slowly, she could feel it. An itchy and burning sensation on her skin.
It was becoming moldy.
Green.
Unnatural.
Images flooded into her brain.
-
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- body rocketed into the air, bending backwards as she floated about in the air.
The walls turned to glass, and she could see the ground no longer. Slowly, she could feel it. An itchy and burning sensation on her skin.
It was becoming moldy.
Green.
Unnatural.
Images flooded into her brain.
-
The walls turned to glass, and she could see the ground no longer. Slowly, she could feel it. An itchy and burning sensation on her skin.
It was becoming moldy.
Green.
Unnatural.
Images flooded into her brain.
-
- flexibility. The witch's eyes practically bulged out, feeling something choking her, forcibly taking over her.
It wasn't something that was suffocating her breath or anything biological like that. It was like her soul was being snuffed out. She tried to move and clasp at her throat but her -
It wasn't something that was suffocating her breath or anything biological like that. It was like her soul was being snuffed out. She tried to move and clasp at her throat but her -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- flexibility. The witch's eyes practically bulged out, feeling something choking her, forcibly taking over her.
It wasn't something that was suffocating her breath or anything biological like that. It was like her soul was being snuffed out. She tried to move and clasp at her throat but her -
It wasn't something that was suffocating her breath or anything biological like that. It was like her soul was being snuffed out. She tried to move and clasp at her throat but her -
- low and old.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.
❝ The hell is that supposed to mean? ❞
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥.
Suddenly, her body felt like it was folding backwards, arched far beyond its own level of -
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.
❝ The hell is that supposed to mean? ❞
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥.
Suddenly, her body felt like it was folding backwards, arched far beyond its own level of -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
- low and old.
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.
❝ The hell is that supposed to mean? ❞
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥.
Suddenly, her body felt like it was folding backwards, arched far beyond its own level of -
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡.
❝ The hell is that supposed to mean? ❞
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥.
Suddenly, her body felt like it was folding backwards, arched far beyond its own level of -
-
❝ Thanks, I guess. So, what's next? You gonna show me the rotting corpses of my aunties or something messed up like that? ❞
The half-witch challenged, her hands extending forward with magical glimmers outstretched from her fingertips. But the voice just chuckled, laughing in a tone that was -
❝ Thanks, I guess. So, what's next? You gonna show me the rotting corpses of my aunties or something messed up like that? ❞
The half-witch challenged, her hands extending forward with magical glimmers outstretched from her fingertips. But the voice just chuckled, laughing in a tone that was -
November 1, 2025 at 7:57 AM
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❝ Thanks, I guess. So, what's next? You gonna show me the rotting corpses of my aunties or something messed up like that? ❞
The half-witch challenged, her hands extending forward with magical glimmers outstretched from her fingertips. But the voice just chuckled, laughing in a tone that was -
❝ Thanks, I guess. So, what's next? You gonna show me the rotting corpses of my aunties or something messed up like that? ❞
The half-witch challenged, her hands extending forward with magical glimmers outstretched from her fingertips. But the voice just chuckled, laughing in a tone that was -