Coven Notes, December 3rd, Wednesday

🦇 Coven Notes: Midweek Malice –

Wednesday, December 3rd 🦇

Congratulations, you survived to Wednesday. Again.

At this point it’s less “life” and more “extended trial period,” but sure, keep going.

🕯️ Morning Potions & Mild Regrets

Woke up to my cauldron screaming.

Not bubbling. Screaming.

Apparently yesterday’s “Productivity Brew” fermented overnight and turned into “Existential Crisis in Liquid Form.”

The steam spelled out,

“What’s the point?” which is valid, but also not helpful before coffee.

Note to self:

Reduce despair root by 50%

Increase caffeine bat wings by 200%

Stop brewing after midnight while listening to cursed ballads

Breakfast was the usual:

Toast (slightly burnt, like my hopes)

Black coffee

One soul I forgot I’d hexed last week, still whining in the jar

I fed it a spider. It complained less after that.

🧹 Weather Report: Doom With a Chance of Hexing

This Wednesday’s forecast:

80% chance of shadows moving in the corner of your eye

60% chance your ex will text you “hey” like they’re not cursed

100% chance you pretend you’re fine while quietly plotting revenge

The wind is perfect for dramatic cloak swishing, by the way.

Strong enough to make you look powerful, not so strong that it slaps your hair into your lip gloss and ruins the whole villain aesthetic.

Use it. Float ominously. Haunt a sidewalk. You deserve this.

🧛‍♀️ Midweek Self-Care (for Functioning Witches & Other Monsters)

Today’s reminder: you can be a terrifying creature of the night and need a nap at 3 PM.

Suggested rituals for emotional stability:

The “Do Not Summon Me” Circle

Draw a chalk circle on your floor.

Sit in it with tea.

This is your “no mortals, no messages, no nonsense” ward.

If someone bothers you, simply hiss.

Grimoire Check-In

Add one new spell

Cross out one old mistake

Add at least one doodle of you ruling the world while everyone who doubted you screams tastefully in the background

Low-Energy Hexes for Tired Witches

For when you’re exhausted but still petty:

Curse: anyone who lies to you finds glitter in their bed for eternity

Curse: anyone who talks over you gets phantom itches in unreachable places

Curse: people who “don’t believe in witchcraft” constantly walk into invisible cobwebs

You don’t always have to unleash a full storm. Sometimes a psychic trip on the stairs is enough.

🦴 Social Life & Other Horrors

If someone says, “You seem different lately,” that’s just the dark power growing. Don’t panic.

Possible responses:

“That’s not me. That’s the other presence.”

“I’ve started drinking water and minding my own business. Terrifying, isn’t it?”

“I’m becoming who the candles always knew I could be.”

Remember:

You are under no obligation to be approachable. You are an ancient force in a cute outfit. They can be a little afraid.

🔮 Midweek Tarot Pull

Pulled three cards for Wednesday:

The Tower: Something is falling apart. Good. Let it burn. You didn’t even like it.

The Magician: You have everything you need. You’re just procrastinating dramatically.

The Devil: Stop pretending you’re not enjoying the chaos at least a little.

Message of the day:

You are not “too much.” They are simply under-enchanted.

💀 Small Hexes, Big Energy

Tiny acts of midweek witchcraft to spice things up:

Whisper “reveal yourself” when you walk into a room and see who gets nervous.

Charm your eyeliner to never smudge when you cry.

Power move.

Enchant your mug so the tea is always the perfect temperature and judges all who approach you while you drink it.

🕷️ Tonight’s Plan: Cozy Doom

Agenda for this evening:

Candles lit

Playlist of ominous instrumentals and unhinged motivation

Heavy blanket, heavier eyeliner

Write down everything that’s annoying you, fold it, burn it, stir the ashes into your “I will outlive you all” jar

Optional: summon something mildly evil just to talk trash about people with. Demons have opinions too.

🥀 Closing Curse Blessing

For this Wednesday,

December 3rd:

May your coffee be strong,

Your spells be accurate,

Your enemies be clumsy,

And your eyeliner sharp enough to cut through their nonsense.

You’re not “getting through the week.”

You’re haunting it.

Now go be unsettling.

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