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Sometimes I wonder if my friends ever get a witchy vibe from me, and then I remember one of my best friends was going to buy me a book on modern witchcraft for my birthday, and she doesn’t even know I’m a witch. So probably

There’s a ton of witchy things I want to get done (and finish AP Lang summer reading 😒) and instead of doing something I actually really want to be doing, I procrastinated by doing something I kinda wanted to do but not really, i.e. I changed my bed sheets and organized my entire closet and dresser instead of writing in my grimoire.

And I’m about to do more household chores instead of finally doing witchy shit. The witchy shit I’ve been wanting to do for weeks now. Just love my brain sometimes

writing-prompt-s:

The flat Earth society has started a cult that sacrifices people by throwing them off the edge of the Earth. You are their first victim.

You blink open your eyes, groaning at the sudden pain you feel on your forehead. “What happened?” You mumble.

There is shuffling in front of you. “-is awake,” you hear a distant voice say.

Suddenly you’re sopping wet, a bucket landing dully at your feet. “What the FUCK,” you exclaim.

Your hands are handcuffed behind you, and your feet are tied to the chair you’ve just woken up in.

In front of you is a group of five people, all wearing masks and what look like Jedi robes made by a not-very-creative cosplayer. “We are the Flat Earth Society, and you are our sacrifice.”

You can’t help but burst out laughing, “What… the hell-” you manage to get out between giggles, “-are you talking about? The Earth is round!”

You can’t see the faces of this so called society, but if you could, you know they would have just shut down. That was the wrong thing to say.

“The Earth is FLAT!” An angry member of the small cult shouts, “And you are our sacrifice! We shall drop you over the edge of the Earth to appease It!”

“Okay, sure,” you say. 

Obviously, these people are your kidnappers, which is pretty fucked up, but they also think the world is flat and throwing you off the edge will be somehow beneficial, so it’s not like they can actually kill you. In theory. Maybe you can convince them a small ditch is the edge of the world and just crawl out the other side. Hell, even a small ledge would be fine. You’d suffer a broken leg if it meant you could just go the fuck home.

“Why… are you so readily agreeable to be our sacrifice? Do you understand our cause?”

“Ha, no.” You say impulsively. You immediately and internally wince, trying to channel old acting skills from that one time you joined theater club. “I mean… yes. I’m ready to be your sacrifice, and I even know where the edge of the world is. I can take you there. It’s-”

The apparent leader of the society speaks, interrupting what you thought was a convincing spiel, “We already know where the edge of the world is.”

They say this menacingly. You wonder if you should be scared.

“Um, okay.”

“It’s what your people call The Grand Canyon.”

Your first thought is ‘”Your people?“ Dude, you’re also human.‘ 

Your second thought, one you voice aloud, is "Fuck.”

This is the second time I’ve done a spell to prevent rain so it doesn’t mess up summer plans, and like last time, the results were practically immediate. Around an hour after I did a spell to keep the sun out for at least the next two days, my brother comes up and says the weather changed, and now the next three days will be clear skies. So like, 👌🏾👌🏾💯💯