#*✹˰ ʾ & shenanigans . ʿ they said you was high classed ; that was just a lie.

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[⠀    ⠀  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐂𝐇⠀    ⠀  ]   .   .   .   a  private  &  selective  portrayal  of  the  witch  in  the  woods,  𝖟𝖊𝖊𝖛  𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊  𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖑𝖊, 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄'𝐒  𝐒𝐎𝐍. 

born   as   the   promising   heir   and   only   son   of   the   solar   coven,   zeev   was   known   to   be   loyal,   diligent   and destined   to   lead  his  family  when  time  is  right.   however,   faced   by   great   danger   of   those   who   did   not   welcome   their   kind   and   driven   by   desperation   and   a   desire   to   protect   his   family,   zeev   delved   into   the   depths   of   dark   magic.  leading to being branded   a   pariah   among   his   own   kind,  exiled  with  no  option  to  return.   the   sting   of   rejection   cut   deep,  leaving  Zeev  with  a  hole  for  which  there  seems  to  be  no  cure.  his  destiny,  however,  seems  to  be  greater  than  what  he  formerly had  assumed. 

⠀         ⠀     (            𓆩☼𓆪            )   “  In  his  hands  doth  rest  the  shaping  of  end  or  beginning,  and  upon  his  choice  shall  this  be  tended—or  broken  forevermore.

 ⠀         ⠀  ⠀         ⠀  ⠀   ⠀   ⠀         ⠀🜂  🜃

𝖆  𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖞  𝖎𝖓  :  magic  comes  with  a  price,  devotion  and  obsession,  harbinger  of  change,  a  child  of  prophecy,  fear  of  abandonment  and  rejection,  the  urge  to  be  needed,  the  wish  to  belong,  ancient  blood,  the  breath  of  earth,  light  will  always  win  over  darkness.

⠀         ⠀       ❝ 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉.       ❝   𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙.      ❝   𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘.       ❝   𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙.

⠀         ⠀  ⠀         ⠀  ⠀       ⠀  𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊  𓋼  𓍊𓋼𓍊*;  (  indie &  original  witch  based  on  neo-pagan  beliefs  and  modern  witchcraft  aesthetic,  selective  &  mutuals  only,  activity  varies,  21+  p&mdni,  conjured  by  cherry,  runs  on  a  queue!  )

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I said to @hochmvt's mun "when I think of Zeev I think of that Gay or European song" and suddenly, I spent the entire night creating this godawful meme. It's so stupid. With cameo of my beloved muse friends!

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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 .

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if there's potential / it depends. cross if never applies.

holding hands · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · tying shoe laces · sharing a milkshake with two straws ( if he ever drinks one ) · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love ( not like in front of a crowd engagement thing but most definitely publicy displaying & telling ) · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat ( for shits and giggles )· taking cute pictures in a photo booth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team /other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument / sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them ( stick figures tho he can’t draw ) · self-made gifts ( he's terrible at gifts tho ) · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favorite book to read · paying for dinner / coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties ( he's terrible with surprises ) · feeding them ( depends on the circumstances why ) · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving ( depends what kind of leaving ) · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths / showers · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie ( it's funny ) · granting them the last bite (from meal)

tagged: @wrathbait tagging: @hochmvt @wickedslip @girlsurvive @vikasgarden @nepnthc @trauma-report

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[ . . . ] waste your time gazing at the night sky, to the moon that borrows light. i'll wait for 𝖍𝖊𝖗 return, the most powerful of all 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ⸻ imagine stepping into your muse's wardrobe; looking at all the "colors" and fabrics that define their style and the accessories that add the finishing touches. highlight a few key pieces that are particularly meaningful to your muse !

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𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋

Do you dare to check in? 🛎️ The infamous Overlook Hotel, nestled in the isolated Colorado Rockies, has a dark and mysterious history. Known for its eerie atmosphere and paranormal activity, the hotel has attracted visitors looking for a thrilling experience. This weekend, a group of individuals, each with their own reasons, has checked in. As night falls, strange occurrences begin to happen, turning a weekend getaway into a nightmare. ⸻ imagine yourself in the situation and create your character as they are trapped in a horror movie come true. bonus: get your creative juices flowing and write a oneshot. what happened before the picture? where is your character headed now? are they searching for their friends/the people that arrived with them or are they investigating something different entirely? what else is lurking amongst the shadows?

“This will be fun, he said”, murmelte er, ein viereckiges Glas in seiner Hand, dessen Boden so schwer war, dass es höchstwahrscheinlich noch als Waffe dienen könnte. Weswegen dieser Einfall von Relevanz für ihn war, erklärte er sich mit der plötzlichen und unerwarteten Abwesenheit jener Gesellschaft, für die er eigentlich angereist war. Isaiahs Euphorie nach waghalsigen Entdeckungen, die in Zeev den unstillbaren Drang hervorbrachte, eine davon zu sein, war letztlich ein Grund gewesen, weswegen er die Sicherheit seines eigenen Heims verlassen hatte.

Die Aussicht auf ungeteilte Aufmerksamkeit und das hautnahe Erlebnis eines sagenumwobenen verfluchten Hotels, hatten ihn auf einen entfernten Kontinent gelockt, der nicht ganz seiner englischen Höflichkeit entsprach — dafür aber seine Geschmacksknospen beanspruchten, wann immer er den zwanzig Jahre alten Whiskey öffnete und berauscht vom Geruch nachschenkte. Es überspielte das durchdringende Aroma vom billigen Bier, das unweit des Hotels an der nächsten Tankstelle unverschämterweise verkauft — und vermutlich auch im Keller gebraut — wurde. Zeev war wirklich nur kurz zur verlassenen Bar gegangen, hatte sich eine Flasche gegriffen und war augenblicklich zurückgekehrt, doch anstelle von erfreuten Gesichtern, wurde seine Rückkehr von betretener und gähnender Leere begrüßt. 

Als wäre es nicht mehr als ein jugendlicher Streich, lehnte er sich an den splitternden Türrahmen und bereute es, als sich die Fasern in sein Hemd bohrten. Mit gerümpfter Nase stieß er sich ab und fuhr mit der Hand über den Stoff. 

“If this is your understanding of fun, I'll have you know that I'm bored”, rief er in den Raum hinein und nippte vom Glas. Aufmerksam schwenkte er seinen goldenen Blick durch den Raum, sondierte ihn nach einem Zeichen dieser verwirrenden Wende der Ereignisse. Trotz seines humorvollen Kommentars, erwartete er keine Antwort. Unlängst war ihm bewusst geworden, dass seine Realität nicht mit jener übereinstimmte, in der er sich gegenwärtig befand. Ein Spuk war nur eine fehlerhafte Kopie, ein Sinnbild dessen, dem es entsprach. Selbst in der Magie war es unmöglich, Dinge zu erschaffen, die einander identisch waren. Dafür war sie zu unwillkürlich, in ihrer Kontrollierbarkeit limitiert. Zeev bemerkte, dass eine Bierdose fehlte, die Hayley beim turbulenten Diskurs mit Isaiah zu Boden gefallen und gegen den Fernsehtisch der Lounge gerollt war. Der Mond schien zu hell ins Zimmer, Zeit war nur eine flüchtige Idee, ein ungreifbares Konzept. Oftmals waren es Uhren, die in Träumen keinen Regeln folgten. Und auch diese schien befreit von Zeiger und Ziffernblatt. Je länger Zeev um sich sah, desto mehr fühlte er sich wie ein Gast des Uncanny Valleys.

Der blonde Hexer seufzte schwerfällig, obwohl die Aufregung der Neugierde seinen Puls erfasste. Zwar war die Gruppe — manche von ihnen nahmen eher unfreiwillig Teil — aus genau dem Grund in das Hotel eingefallen, eben weil es angeblich verwunschen war, nichtsdestotrotz bedeutet es nun für Zeev, dass er Bemühungen auf sich nehmen müsste, um sich dem Zauber zu widersetzen.

Er war schlichtweg zu faul für einen Spuk.

Eine Wahl hatte er jedoch nicht und so schlenderte er in den Raum hinein, wandte der nächsten scheußlichen Tapete den Rücken zu und setzte sich gelassen auf den Sessel. Erneut nippte er an dem Whiskey, der ihm in diesem Abbild eines brüchigen Spiegels geblieben war und war drauf und dran auszusitzen, was auch immer das Hotel ihm zu bieten hatte.

Bis es im Flur polterte. Auf die niedrige Wahrscheinlichkeit hin, dass es sich um seine Begleiter handelte, wanderte er in einer fließenden Bewegung dem Geräusch entgegen und schwenkte das Glas nahezu geistesabwesend. “Enid?”, rief er unnötig dem Treppenaufgang entgegen, der in die altmodischen, aber doch recht geräumigen Hotelzimmer geführt hatte. Die Brünette hatte sich früher von der Gruppe verabschiedet und war zu Bett gegangen, vielleicht hatte auch sie die Veränderung bemerkt. Immerhin war sie genau wie er von magischer Natur. Doch anstelle ihres verschlafenen Gesichts, sah er nur einen dunklen Schemen, nicht mehr als ein Schatten. Erst als sich ihre Blicke trafen — wenn man einem Schatten einen Blick zuordnen konnte — verschwand dieser mit gewählten Schritten.

“Fine”, atmete Zeev aus. “I hope you got something good in store for me. Don’t hit me with those poor ass metaphors about how my self-consciousness will be my downfall and how my good looks are just a facade to hide my true feelings and trauma.” Er stapfte die Treppe hinauf, den gesamten Aufgang brummte er Beschwerden. “I won’t allow this kind of lazy writing, give me some Flanagan, will you?” 

Der obere Flur war breit, sodass damals genutzte Servierwagen neben Gästen unbeschwert nebeneinander Platz fanden, der Teppichboden hatte an Intensität verloren, ergraut vom Einfall des Sonnenlichts und des Schmutzes der Schuhe. Nicht, dass Zeev ihn in irgendeiner Form geschmackvoller gefunden hätte, als er noch vor Farbe getrotzt hatte. Im gleichen Zug bemerkte der exzentrische Hexer, dass alles an Intensität verloren hatte. Das sonst kräftig rote Mahagoni des Treppengeländers war fahl und kraftlos, brüchig und porös. Die Tapeten wirkten von Insekten zerfressen, die sonst auffälligen Muster und Farben waren nur ein verblasster Schein dessen, was damals als modern gegolten haben musste. Zeev blickte an sich hinunter. Nur er war wie immer. Auffällig, strahlend, wärmend — ein wandelnder Sonnenschein, selbst im kläglichen Schein des Mondes, der sich jeden Abend die Strahlen der Sonne borgte, um in ihrem Glanz zu baden.

Gelangweilt, aber mit wachsendem Interesse, schwebte er regelrecht über den Teppich, der jegliche Schritte erstickte, und passierte dabei mehrfach Zimmertüren. Vier zu seiner linken, vier zu seiner rechten. Alle, bis auf eine, waren verschlossen. Das leise Kratzen einer Nadel drang an sein Gehör, nur die Musik blieb aus. Stattdessen ein gleichmäßiges Rauschen, erfüllt von der Erwartung, den Raum mit Klängen zu füllen, die Gelassenheit, Entspannung oder Aufregung und Freude antrieben. 

Die Erwartung wurde allerdings nicht erfüllt, als er den Raum betrat. Die Musik blieb aus. 

Das Hotelzimmer wirkte verzerrt, als wäre der Spuk überrascht worden und hatte nicht genügend Zeit aufbringen können, um Gedanken in die Einrichtung fließen zu lassen. Das Bett war schief, der Teppich brüchig wie alter Marmor, die Regale überlappten einander und die Fenster bogen sich nach außen. Spätestens jetzt wäre er sich der Unwirklichkeit klar geworden. Statt Furcht stellte er sich die Frage, wie es möglich war. Und welche Macht nötig war, um es zu reproduzieren. 

Als wären seine Gedanken nicht verschlossen vor neugierigen Geistern, löste sich ein Laken von einem Standspiegel und gab die Oberfläche frei, dessen goldener Rahmen aus Blütenknospen zu bestehen schien. Er kannte sie besser als jede andere: Chrysanthemen. Die zulaufende Spitze wurde von einer filigranen Sonne akzentuiert. So schön der Rahmen war, so brüchig war das Glas. 

Je näher er trat — nicht ohne einen abschätzenden Blick über die Schulter zu werfen — desto klarer wurde das Bild. Tiefe Farben, schillerndes Licht. Der Raum wirkte so lebendig, wie der Teppich unter seinen Füßen womöglich niemals war. Das Sonnenlicht wirkte einladend, sodass sich jede Faser in seinem Körper danach sehnte. Er war so abgelenkt von dem deutlichen, unverzerrten Raum, dass er nicht bemerkte, dass er nicht alleine war. Als er die Hand hob, um seiner Sehnsucht nach dem Licht körperlich nachzugeben, begegnete sein Spiegelbild ihm mit einer tiefschwarzen Hand. 

Keuchend stolperte Zeev zurück und stürzte in den staubigen Ohrensessel. Sein Spiegelbild tat es ihm gleich. 

Allerdings konnte Zeev nicht akzeptieren, was er sah. Fahle blasse Haut und Haare so schwarz wie die Nacht. Sein Körper — obwohl es ihm widerstrebte, sich mit dem Abbild zu vergleichen — bewegte sich mit ihm, als er sich aufsetze. Seine Augen waren jeglichem Glanz beraubt. Es war, als würde er in das Nichts starren. Zeev schwieg, lehnte sich zurück und stellte mit Enttäuschung fest, dass sein Glas heruntergefallen war. Lange starrte er sein Spiegelbild an, unklar darüber, wie er fühlen sollte. Es war ein Spuk, nur welche Bedeutung hegte er für ihn? Was wollte er?

“The same as you”, antwortete sein Spiegelbild, losgelöst von den Fesseln des anderen, lehnte sich seine dunkelhaarige Erscheinung zur Seite, den Arm lässig über die Lehne gebeugt. Im ersten Moment reagierte Zeev nicht und starrte stattdessen weiterhin auf den ihm Fremden. 

“And what's that?”

“All and more”, säuselte er sich selbst zu. Zeev wusste, dass Hexen eine einnehmende Ausstrahlung besaßen — und er machte täglich Gebrauch davon — selbst dem ausgesetzt zu sein, fühlte sich merkwürdig falsch an. 

“Would you kindly be a bit more specific?”

Sein Spiegelbild lächelte lediglich.

“For someone who claims to be me you are oddly quiet.”

“Maybe we came to the conclusion that actions speak louder than words.”

Ein schwaches Lachen löste sich aus ihm. “Yeah, I doubt that. I tend to do both in equal measures.”

“Then this could be a memorable night for the both of us.”

Zeev räusperte sich. “I knew that I'd be one of those who'd sleep with myself, but ask me out first, would you?”

Sein Spiegelbild lächelte, eine gewisse Unmenschlichkeit glänzte in den pechschwarzen Augen. “Wouldn't you like to know what it's like to be me?”

“You're confusing”, schnalzte Zeev. “I thought you are me?”

“In a sense, we're much alike and closer than you could imagine.”

“I feel like there's a but in there.”

“There isn't, you'll get to know me quite well in a given time. However, I can give you a glimpse of what's to come for us.”

“Why should I want that?”

Sein Spiegelbild lehnte sich nach vorne, selbstbewusst fuhren die schwarzen Finger durch sein Haar. “Because there’s nothing you don’t want.”

“I highly doubt that, but keep going.”

“I’ve got an offer for you.”

Zeev überschlug die Beine, die Hände gefaltet, den Blick fest geradeaus. “Now you’ve got my undivided attention.”

“But you should know it always comes with a price.”

Diesmal war es Zeev, der seine strahlend weiße Zahnreihe offenbarte. “Didn’t expect anything else.”

“I’ll teach you my ways and you’ll set me free. What do you think?”

“Sounds marvelous.”

tagged by: @ausgetrieben & @vikasgarden

tagging: @nepnthc, @vasted, @hochmvt, @vcnenum , @never-be-tamed , @thesiciliansiren , @shevampyre & as always whoever wants to check in!

[sonnenreich]

A  collection  of  𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒  that  I'd  like  to  explore  or  write.  If  you're  interested  in  one  just  hit  me  up!  Please  note  that  nothing  is  set  in  stone  and  those  are  just  first  ideas,  they  are—of  course—missing  your  muse,  hence  your  ideas!  We  can  twist  and  change  or  stray  from  the  original  altogether!  I  might  add  ideas  over  time.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎  𝐈

𝐀  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍  aka  Before  The  Exile 

You  meet  Zeev  as  he  is  still  part  of  his  family  and  hence  the  Solar  Coven.  Visitors  are  allowed,  as  Mother  Londra  trusts  her  children  and  "sisters",  yet  she's  wary.  You're  probably  not  allowed  to  stay  for  long,  but  you'll  be  enjoying  their  hospitality,  perhaps  you  even  got  a  good  reason  to  do  so.  Feeling  welcome,  healing  in  a  sense.  Shielded  off  from  the  outside  world  and  somehow  cradled  like  a  babe,  enraptured  by  warmth  and  serenity—you're  safe  here.  You  notice,  however,  that  the  townsfolk  of  Sundawn  isn't  too  fond  of  the  “Cultists”  living  inside  the  woods,  disgruntled  by  their odd behaviour,  claiming  they're  doing  evil,  despite  just  living  on  their  own,  no  crime  in  sight.  Zeev,  as  the  successor  to  his  mother—and  as  you  notice  the  most  caring  of  them  all  (perhaps  even  a  bit too caring,  as  he  seems  to  get  lose  himself  in  between)—tries  his  hardest  to  solve  the  problem  at  hand,  but  as  it  turns  out  the  ways  he  might  pursue  are  all  but  without  repercussions.  Will  you  support  or  even  aid  him  in  this  endeavor?  Are  you  following  your  own  agenda?  What  is  in  it  for  you  and  how  can  you  benefit  from  his  defiling—or  the  family's  downfall?  Will  you  try  to  find  another  solution—or  perhaps  are you the  solution?

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍:  never  being  good  enough,  taking  responsibility  for  everyone,  is  the  easiest  way  the  right  one?,  living  with  consequences,  the  weight  of  family,  the  fear  of  loss.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎  𝐈𝐈

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  aka  Model  Career

After  moving  to  the  States  and  thanks  to  his  very  inviting  and  alluring  presence,  it  didn't  take  long  for  him  to  be  spotted  by  a  Model  Scout.  Zeev,  knowing  fairly  well  he's  got  what  it  takes  to  charm  any  camera  and  model  agency,  took  up  the  offer  and  his  career  started  immediately.  Skyrocketing  within  months,  pushing  him  amongst  the  top  of  the  game  with  bagged  names  like  Gucci,  Prada,  Hermés,  Louis  Vuitton  or  Versace.  But  a  runway  ain’t  just  a  straight  line,  as  the  fashion  industry  is  as  beautiful  as  it  is  merciless.  It's  easy  to  lose  yourself  in  the  attention,  he  always  had  thought  to  enjoy.  But  he  can't  be  ungrateful  now,  can  he? 

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍:  people  pleasing,  overstepping  boundaries,  meeting  expectations,  drowning  in  attention,  what  is  fame  worth?

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:  Zeev  will  be  in  a  relationship  with  his  beloved  husband,  who  will  be  mentioned  throughout. 

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎  𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐔𝐍  aka Somewhat  Apocalypse

For  the  past  two  years  the  world  as  we  know  it  is  no  longer—the  sun  has  been  covered  by  the  moon.  Technically  speaking,  that  is  only  visible  from  a  certain  area—in  this  case  northeastern  of  the  States,  however,  as  the  earth  stopped  rotating,  life  almost  became  impossible.  It  was  as  if  the  world  had  been  frozen  and  with  it  the  natural  order.  Besides  natural  disasters,  such  as  floods,  massive  winds  and  the  absence  of  a  day  and  night  circle,  humankind  had  to  turn  to  artificial  substitutes  whether  it  be  sunshine  or  food  sources.  The  worst  thing,  with  the  absence  of  warmth  from  the  sun  and  the  rotation  of  the  earth,  the  earth’s  center  is  about  to  die  out  and  therefore  its  natural  magnetic  field  will  disappear,  thus  humankind  and  all  living  beings  will  be  helpless  in  the  face  of  the  outer  space's  harmful  radiation.  All  enough  reason  to  make  out  the  source—despite  the  lack  of  solutions.  While  global  space  agencies  (like  NASA,  ESA  or  Roscosmos)  try  to  find  answers  to  the  unexpected  catastrophe,  for  many  people  on  earth  there’s  just  one  possibility:  supernaturality.

Born  on  a  Solar  Eclipse,  Zeev  had  always  been  the  closest  to  the  sun.  There  had  just  been  one  thing  more  important  than  the  celestial  body:  the  love  of  his  life.  Yet,  as  it  is  with  happiness,  it  is  fragile.  Some  might  say,  despite  the  grief,  the  world  would  keep  turning.  They  didn't  expect,  as  the  hole  in  his  chest  keeps  widening,  that  it  would  swallow  the  light  of  the  world,  too.  But  why  should  anyone  be  happy,  if  he  wasn't  allowed  to,  either?  The  only  way  to  save  the  earth  is  to  save  him,  too;  i’m  sorry  zeev  :(

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  𝐈𝐍:  endless  grieving,  helplessness,  blackness  of  the  mind,  finding  joy  again,  learning  to  let  go,  abandonment  issues  as  an  understatement,  metaphor  gone  literal

𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:  If  we  were  going  full  realism,  we  probably  don't  need  to  talk  about  how  unrealistic  survival  is,  but  luckily  we  can  do  whatever  we  want!  This  would  be  a  very  very  very  sad  text,  ngl—but  it  could  be  a  lesson  in  grieving  for  all! 

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑  &  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

You're  a  (witch-)  hunter  that  arrives  in  the  village,  with  your  sights  set  on  Zeev.  You  don’t  just  know  what  Zeev  is—you  know  about  the  dark  magic  addiction,  the  exile,  and  the  price  he’s  paid.  But  instead  of  trying  to  kill  him  immediately,  you  follow  a  greater  goal  and  offer  a  deal:  help  you  hunt  something  worse  or  be  hunted.

𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

You're  so  close  to  finally  obtain/gain/achieve  what  you've  always  wanted,  your  life  will  turn  to  the  better.  You'll  be  happy  for  once.  The  rumour  of  something  supernatural  in  the  woods  is  your  last  resort—you're  crazy  right?—but  as  it  turns  out  the  myths  had  been  right  for  once.  But  as  you  approach  you  learn  that  everything  has  a  cost—are  you  ready  to  face  the  consequences  of  your  egoism?

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

🜃  A  location  that  constantly  changes,  making  escape  nearly  impossible.

🜃  A  mysterious  carnival  that  appears  overnight  and  is  not  what  it  seems.

🜃  A  land  where  the  sun  never  rises,  ruled  by  creatures  adapted  to  the  dark.

🜃  A  hotel  with  no  exits,  where  time  works  differently,  and  the  guests  never  leave.

🜃  A  hotel  that  physically  changes  location  overnight.

[sonnenreich]

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬  𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫  𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥  𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦?

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

your  heart  aches  at  the  thought  of  leaving  them  behind.  all  you've  ever  wanted  was  for  them  to  be  safe;  for  them  to  be  happy.  your  purpose  is  to  be  there,  to  protect  them,  to  keep  them  safe  from  this  cruel  world.  they  will  be  okay.  your  need  to  be  needed  is  keeping  you  from  being  free.  you  love  so  deeply,  you  care  so  much,  but  who  is  there  to  do  the  same  for  you?  you  can't  always  be  there;  it's  a  fact  you  can't  accept,  but  in  order  to  leave  this  realm,  you  need  to  make  peace  with  it.  you  deserve  freedom.  you  deserve  to  be  free.

tagged by: @wrathbait ( hayley & zeev suffering the same, but what's new huh? ) tagging: @trauma-report , @hochmvt ( ♡ ) , @nepnthc , @vikasgarden , @dopplgaenger , @geisterwelt & you !

[sonnenreich]

𝖈𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖒𝖊

(i'm so sad that there are no suitable clothing and accessoires options for my poor son, if he has to wear a beverly hills cop shirt once more i might dive into the insane arc earlier than planned)

for a moment I thought you folks are tagging me in a "cruzify me" game and honestly? vibe.

tagged by: @vasted, @nepnthc, @erinnya, @concreete-jungle & @vcnenum (thanks, darlings <3)

tagging: @vikasgarden, @ertraeumte, @caughtbetweenworlds, @t-hevessel, @hochmvt, @redbraid & anyone who wants to do it and hasn't been tagged yet!

[sonnenreich]

𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 [ … ] 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational / not always.

fights honorably | fights dirty | prefers close quarters | prefers range | chats during | goes silent | low pain tolerance | high pain tolerance | attacks in bursts | attacks steadily | goes for the kill | aims to disarm | fights defensively | strikes first | is provoked easily | provokes their opponent | teases | stays quiet | gets visibly frustrated | shouts while attacking | uses strategy | focuses on the battle | experiences conflicting thoughts during battle | rushes in recklessly | tries to read their opponent before engaging | fights wildly | fights calmly | fights apathetically | fights with anger | fights with excitement | fights because they have to | fights because they want to | fights without regard to wounds | runs away when wounded | hides wounds | takes a blow to protect another | prefers a blade | prefers a gun | prefers hand to hand combat | prefers a bow | prefers a shield | prefers a spear | prefers a personalized weapon | prefers magic or spells | their greatest weakness is physical | their greatest weakness is mental | their greatest weakness is emotional | transforms for battle | fights as they appear | relies on strength | doubts their strength | relies on speed | uses everything they have | proceeds with caution | hides their full potential | exhausts quickly | has high stamina | behaves arrogantly | brags after landing a hit | belittles their abilities | stays quiet | uses psychological tactics | uses brute strength | avoids civilians | strikes down civilians | damages surroundings | avoids damaging surroundings | signature fighting style | makes it up as they go | mastered skillset | learning their skillset | fancy footwork | sloppy footwork | messy fighter | elegant fighter | accepts defeat | refuses defeat | begs for mercy | compliments their opponent | insults their opponent | uses unnecessary movements | moves efficiently | barely moves | prefers to dodge | prefers to block | defends their blindside | has no blindside | leaves blindsides vulnerable | uses all available advantages | strictly uses one main method (magic basically) | plays around | holds back | fights ruthlessly | shows mercy | waits for an opponent to be ready | strikes when opponent isn’t ready | fears death | fears pain | fears killing | has ptsd | avoids fighting | has lost a fight | has won a fight | has killed | refuses to kill | wants to die standing | would succumb slowly

tagged by: @vcnenum & @nepnthc

tagging: @vasted, @hochmvt, @seelenzwist, @ghoulishblood, @gottesgrauen & @t-hevessel

[sonnenreich]

( ah, we've reached the meme stage™ )

feat. @vasted, @hochmvt, @gottesgrauen, @nepnthc, @t-hevessel & @heartofglass-mindofstone

[sonnenreich]

SEVEN  DEADLY  SINS.  -   bold what applies, italicize what  sometimes applies, strike through  for never applies.

LUST.      desire  for  connection.  pursuit  of  pleasure.  emotional  intelligence.  obsessive.  lovesick.  one-night  stands.  seductive  encounter.  flirtatious  conversation.  erotic  party.  seductive  attire.  revealing  clothing.  passionate  gaze.  provocative  makeup.  sensual  expressions.  suggestive  gestures.  flirtatious  smiles.  lingerie.  love  letters.  perfumes.  provocative  behaviour.  love  poems.  erotic  art.

GLUTTONY. indulgence  in  experiences.  savouring  moments.  hospitality.  generosity.  hedonism.  culinary  expertise.  wine-tasting.  excessive  snacking.  overloaded  plates.  excessive  portions.  bloated  stomachs.  messy  eating.  greasy  fingers.  full  tables.  indulgent  spreads.  overflowing  cups.  satisfied  expressions.  wine  bottles.  just  can't  get  enough.  fast  food  wrappers.

ENVY.      motivation.  competitive  spirit.  strategic  planning.  observational  skills.  bitter  rivalry.  contest. envious  gossip.  resentment-filled  argument.  social  media  jealousy.  furrowed  brows.  clenched  jaws.  side-eye  looks.  pursed  lips.  tense  posture.  whispering  behind  backs.  crossed  arms.  gossip  magazines.  keeping  up  with  the  joneses.  the  grass  is  always  greener.  feeling  inadequate.

GREED.      resourcefulness. entrepreneurial  spirit. negotiation.  materialistic.  aggressive  investment.  lavish  spending  spree.  resource-hoarding.  get-rich-quick  schemes.  auction-bidding  war.  property  acquisition. piles  of  money.  overflowing  wallets.  luxury  items.  locked  safes.  penny-pinching.  rare  collectibles.  selfishness.  unwillingness  to  share.

SLOTH.      calmness.  stress  management.  nonchalance.  relaxation  techniques.  lethargic.  apathetic.  inactive.  lazy  weekend.  binge-watching  marathon.  neglected  chores.  skipped  workout.  long  nap.  lounging  on  the  couch.  missed  deadlines.  unkempt  appearance.  messy  hair.  pajamas.  blankets.  slippers.  procrastination  station.  self-care  routines.

PRIDE.      confidence.  self-assurance.  self-respect.  dignity.  public  speaking. self-promotion.  arrogant.  conceited.  egotistical.  self-important.  vain.  boastful  speech.  puffed  chest.  raised  chin.  smug  smiles.  spotlight.  tooting  your  own  horn.  showing  off.  refusing  to  admit  mistakes.  feeling  entitled.  personal  branding.  leadership  development.

WRATH.      assertiveness.  decisiveness.  strength.  intensity.  boundary  setting.  courage.  indignant.  heated  arguments.  road  rage  incident.  physical  altercation.  angry  outburst.  clenched  fists.  glaring  eyes.  tense  muscles.  raised  voices.  reddened  faces.  aggressive  gestures.  stormy  demeanour.  intense  frowns.  destructive  actions.  broken  objects.  punching  bag.  out  for  blood.  fists.  simmering  anger.

tagging: @gruenwald, @girlsurvive, @dopplgaenger, @hochmvt, @geisterwelt, @wickedslip , @firebrnd , @ashbalfour , @vasted @vikasgarden & @nepnthc - also anyone who'd like to do it too!

[sonnenreich]

𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓

people perceive you as energised and enthusiastic, practically radiant. you value growing as a person, letting go of the past and gaining confidence. you have a glow that others notice.

tagged by the beautiful @nepnthc. tagging: @gottesgrauen, @vasted, @grauzne, @vikasgarden, @hochmvt & @ghoulishblood

[sonnenreich]

𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓?

[ . . . ] BLOOD do you hear the screams of them, as you take and take and take? you never stop taking, right? because the world took so much from you. it’s fair, right? even as you dig your hands into their chest and pull, trying to rip apart something that has hurt you. even as they grasp weakly at your wrists, sobbing and pleading, saying that they’re sorry. it must have hurt. hurt much more than this for you to do it. their chest heaves and you hold their heart in your hands. it looks the same as yours. isn’t that interesting?

tagged by: @erinnya tagging: (not sure who has done this already) @gottesgrauen, @vasted, @nepnthc, @vikasgarden, @t-hevessel, @hochmvt, @vcnenum & you !

[sonnenreich]

a collection of muse headcanon questions inspired by the major arcana of the tarot  /  send the corresponding number(s) for headcanons surrounding the given prompts !

asked by my beloved @nepnthc :

00.  the fool  :  what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ?

⸻ excites him, most definitely. it's a natural thing and yet holds a lot of meaning for him. most witch's wheel festivities are celebrating new beginnings or the start of a new cycle. it's important, let go of old vices, perhaps even the past. not like he's good at that, though.

09.  the hermit  :  how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?

⸻ i believe he's pretty good at reflecting his own thoughts, feelings and motivations, he's just not that good at altering them. in a way he has come to terms with how he is and how beneficial it is to achieve his goals. he never regrets nor does he do anything without considering all consequences.

12.  the hanged man  :  how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?

⸻ both, actually. to stagnate in his profession would be a death sentence to his goals, so he always looks for a new way to get closer, but he also greatly enjoys lucky circumstances and beneficial revelations.

my love @vasted asks :

16. the tower :  what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ? ⛅️

⸻ the possibility of losing his family and all that he deemed joyous had made him desperate. to save them, he had to sacrifice a part of himself. losing all regardless does something to you, especially when people who you love suddenly turn their back on you. he isn't glad in a sense that he wouldn't want it any other way, but it has helped to understand that love is just a term and loyalty just a concept.

wondered by my adored @gottesgrauen :

18.  the moon  :  what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ? (obviously<3)

⸻ he longs for so much that he has lost sight of most of it a long time ago. a lot is just something lurking in the back, a longing he passively feeds, physically and mentally. he is still at the beginning of his journey, but the further he'll get, the more achievable it's going to be. the question is, will it be satisfying? will it be worth it? will it change anything except himself?

the wonderful @shevampyre cares to know:

21.  the world  :  is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?

⸻ that's something hard to answer! he'll achieve his goal some day, he's too stubborn not to, but it is uncertain to what extent. and once he does, I don't think he'll stop there. there's more to everything.

14.  temperance  :  does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them?

⸻ half-half, actually. he has major goals, less minor ones. which means he has a plan for the overall goal, but all in between is a series of coincidences. he's not impulsive at all, as that is too dangerous and risky. he has to watch his steps. whatever he shares he shares with caution. he had been different as a teenager, but he learned from his mistakes, as well as his strengths and weaknesses.

19.  the sun  :  in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ?

⸻ he's a total optimistic. all his life everything went his way (just 1 exception), he knows how to convince people and he does what he deems necessary. setbacks are just another opportunity. zeev has been raised in touch with nature, he had been loved most of his life. mundane and simple things have filled his days, he knows how to enjoy them, he even needs to, just to keep himself grounded.

blooming with interest by @vikasgarden :

04.  the emperor  :  how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ?

⸻ depends on what kind of authority. he isn't disrespectful, that's just not his nature, but he doesn't care much about what e.g. the police would have to say. his mother though had been highly respected. now though? why listen to anyone who got no say in his matters? why listen to anyone who doesn't know what he knows? "authorities" have threatened his existence — and he made them forget. so who's the winner?

05.  the hierophant  :  what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?

⸻ as a member of the solar coven you are considered a good witch, your intentions pure, you exist to help; humans, nature and all wildlife. you know pain and hurt, but instead of indulging in hatred and revenge, you work with harmony, self-love and seek help from others. you aren't one to harm. zeev isn't following most of those teachings anymore.

13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ?

⸻ his grudge probably, it has turned rather passive. like an itch of unknown origin. he seeks knowledge and wants his family to see their fault, but he's not really aware of what that actually means and causes in the long run.

[sonnenreich]

𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖉𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚?

green with envy

valentine's day. feeling breathless beside the ocean. the ambiguous time between late spring early summer. pastel, clean colors and alphabetical organization. you're more than a little intimidating. your best feature is probably your hair. to many, you look perfect. you're good at putting on a brave face, good at pretending to have it all together. you're afraid people won't love you if they see your flaws. let me tell you a secret: they will love you more.

tagged by: @gottesgrauen tagging: @vasted, @hochmvt, @nepnthc, @t-hevessel, @shevampyre, @heartofglass-mindofstone & @vikasgarden

[sonnenreich]

𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]

@kettensaege wondered : nasturtium, describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland . ⸻ born in the care of white witches, zeev had nothing to worry about nor to be afraid of. despite the skepticism he was loved and he absolutely loved his home. the place wasn't truly important, but the people were. the land itself, Scotland to be precise, wasn't much of importance for him, too. Most witches of the coven came from different parts of the United Kingdom and beyond, he considers himself more of a Brit than a Scot. He misses his home, more than he'd care to admit, but above all he misses his sisters.

@vcnenum researched : belladonna, how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ? ⸻ even though zeev can talk non-stop & listen to others all day long, he's comfortable enough in silence, too. since he's forced to live all by himself for quite some time he's got used to the silence. he's following his own thoughts for company. however, he'd always choose noise above quietness. sometimes, depending on what happened before turning silent, he might feel uneasy. it's when he knows there are things that need to be said.

@vcnenum researched : daisy, did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  ⸻ most definitely. zeev had been such a loving, open-hearted and social boy / young man. he still is, but it is tainted. / the day he pushed himself to commit forbidden magic to save his family.

@vcnenum & @nepnthc researched : lavender, how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,  how might one go about mending it ? ⸻ he may not seem like it, but he's not trusting anyone since his own family exiled him. the people he would have sacrificed himself for, throwing him away like he never mattered. he believes, if his own blood can betray him, so can essentially anyone. he like to keep people close though, act like a friend (or a lover), but in the end he's just taking advantage to meet his needs. gaining his trust is near impossible (but of course it'd be lame if it were truly). mending it tho? that's irreparable for sure.

@vcnenum & @vikasgarden researched : violet, how does your muse respond to betrayal ? ⸻ zeev is a silent river running deep, he's not one to let you know. but he'll get his revenge, sooner or later. one way or another. he's a sun eager to burn.

@nepnthc whispers : sunflower, what brings your muse the most joy in life? 🌻 ⸻ sunrises, rustling of pages, wind chimes, smell of burning alder wood, well made food, simple chamomile tea with honey, attention, being cared about, his sisters.

@nepnthc whispers : salvia, is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them?  how do they express that possessiveness, or lack thereof? ⸻ as of right now, he's not possessive at all. he knows people won't stick, they'll leave and they'll go on, just as he will. he wouldn't degrade himself to someone who needs another person. he's big enough for himself. he'Il not fight for anyone, his doors are always open. why should he allow himself to be vulnerable to betrayal? I can imagine him being obsessive, though.

@nepnthc whispers : poppy, what comforts your muse? ⸻ honey infused chamomile tea, the smell of lemongrass & honeysuckle, heavy sunlight, physical closeness

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : lotus, has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ? have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start , or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ? ⸻ not yet, but he's on a path that'll more or less lead to exactly that. he'll develop a new feeling of himself, the meaning of his life and what he wants to achieve. occupied with the repressed emotions of betrayal and hurt, he's quite silently suffering and that's usually bound to burst one day or another. question is what'll happen then? can't wait to figure that out fully.

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : edelweiss, what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ? ⸻ bravery isn't really an attribute he'd assign himself, but he isn't a coward, too. he had always protected his family, even though most of the time his sisters and fellow witches were more than capable of doing it themselves.

@heartofglass-mindofstone chuckles : lily, how does your muse view their mother ? ⸻ mother issues incoming. abort abort. she'd been the most important person in his life - and has taken everything that's dear to him away from him. I guess you can imagine.

@vikasgarden sows : bay tree, does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ? ⸻ not at all, to both. he's still not quite sure what he truly seeks, probably acclaim the most and he wants to be right. he wants to hear that he'd been right in doing what he'd done. even though he loves pretty things, he's not seeking wealth or money. still, he surely needs to be idolized.

@vikasgarden sows : chamomile, what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  ⸻ he definitely turns stronger, but he also assumes you're at fault. depending on how relevant the pain is to the greater scheme of things, he'll either teach you what balance means to a witch - or he'll just not waste his time on you.

@vikasgarden sows : forget - me - not, has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ? ⸻ [ spoiler alert ] Playing around with dark magic is bound to come with consequences.

@vikasgarden sows : gladiolus, describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget . ⸻ something he'd told Enid recently: I remember Wren taking hours upon hours picking daisies just to knot them somehow into my hair. I found them days after!