#THE WITCH STRIKES AGAIN

[charlottecbordeaux]

I guess we’re getting a new character-

So I was playing around with the code and looking into files since my friend got to teach me on how to play around with the codes and… I accidentally found this

Sooooo yeeeeaaaaah IM SORRY SO SORRY-

…Hehe

[tired-all-the-time22]

Ghost King Phantom's secret twin brother WHO?!?!?😱😱😱

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Spillways of your soul

[Revenant!Jazz content to celebrate 300 followers!]

protect. danny. protect. danny.

around and around the same words spun in the cesspool of their brain, rotted, decayed as it was- they weren't alive-alive...not the same as the humans that they avoided, a itch at their skull- grey matter. (scratch scratch scratch) (too much and they'll lose their skull!) (who was they?) (words were hard.) bone teeth, sharp (bite and tear flesh) fangs, eye sockets brusied (should be empty) where human had hit. too slow to move. maybe had not enough to care. They did not care.

(who was they?) They were of former human skin and bone- ash and fire and green the colors left in death and shambles of corpse-hood. too many words in throat, pain in chest when speak. try not to with leftover language in grey matter.

They shambled along street after street, sun high and sun low- sun gone too. Moon was picky about light shed, but they could see well in shadow and murky ick. Got-ham, pricky, icky on their tongue, parted its shadows for them. Like friend.

(friend.) (they knew that word) (but that word hurt)

protect danny. danny was...danny? They had no other words for DANNY. no words they would use- not the ones they used the most.

(kill. dodge. aim. fire.) (BAT. hood. bird.) (threat. not-threat.) (dead. alive.)

shamble-shamble was what they did, fire metal into skin of threats to DaNNy, again. again kill threats as DANny human-shambled in a not-human skin.

(danny was dead. not-dead?) (scratch scratch scratch) dANny never human-shambled too close to them. they kept away. humans kept away from DANNY right?

they were not human-human though. only human shaped. did it count?

(scratch)

humans called them KILLER-MURDERER-hero. they could hear the words but did not understand- they were to protect DANNY.

KILLER-MURDERER stayed but they did notice the hero word fade away. they did not focus on it too much.

KIlleR-mUrDErER became ROGUE-VILLIAN-reaper.

loud, loud the words were- not too loud the firing metal did not drown them out. BAT called them reaper, no REAPER with anger and- they did not understand.

(not their name) (who were they to have a name?) (scratch scratch) decayed cesspool of a brain- REAPER was a word they did not understand but would answer to regardless. it was something that was theirs that was ALIVE and not rotten. or half-dead.

(scratch scratch scratch)

BAT was too shadow, too murk, too Got-ham for they to understand either. did that make them same? no. BAT was human-human. not just human-shaped. protect. danny. (scratch scratch goes the grey matter.)

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A/N: This is very much a drabble. A practice concept for a character with limited mental capacity in a paranormal setting with no way of defining themselves in a clear or concise manner. This is Jazz post-reanimation and pre-rogue massacre. She's just begun to place emphasis on certain "words" (people, places, things) and that's what I want to reflect in The Revenant AU. All capitalized words like "BAT" are meant to be Jazz placing emphasis on the word as important, but she doesn't know/understand why its important.

Danny's name being mixed up is also supposed to be important too. Jazz doesn't understand why danny is important, but down in her bones she knows, so her brain keeps trying to put importance on his name. Yes, this is full of mistakes for REASONS. (And also, its a drabble, not a full-fledged fic. I can cringe about it later, as in after its been read later.)

Thanks for reading!

[elys1ium]

Cowboy hat atelier 🤠

[neraiutsuze]

i caved and went back to an old save right at the start of act ii, just so that in my head in one universe ryse and karlach could be together. broke up with lae'zel before she got serious about Us. all set for things to kick off.

....THIS TIME, WYLL FUCKIN JUMPED IN TO COCKBLOCK. APPARENTLY THIS MOTHERFUCKER WAS JUST SITTING THERE PINING THIS WHOLE TIME, AND ME BREAKING UP WITH LAE'ZEL WAS PRIME "SWEET DANCING MOMENT IN THE STARS" FOR MR BLADE OF FRONTIERS. I JOKED THAT SHADOWHEART WAS ALSO NURSING A SECRET CRUSH IN THIS LOVE TRIANGLE BUT NO!!!!! WYLL THIS WHOLE TIME!!!!! WAS THIS ENTIRE CAMP JUST WAITING FOR ME TO HOP OFF LAE'ZEL'S LAP FOR FIVE MINUTES SO THEY COULD SHOOT THEIR SHOT?????

and then i turned him down - of course, this was a Please Just Let Me Give Karlach The Sweet Fucking She Deserves save - and god, he looked so heartbroken and sad and - and - i didn't mean to reject you wyll i'm sorry i'm sORRY THIS WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN--

[sunshinesherbet]

Peeling a pomegranate all therapeutic like and then the juice is running down and staining my hands and the flesh is being ripped apart and all of a sudden I’m Lady Macbeth

[unsiredtribrid]

I feel like they didn't explain enough why Inadu was able to keep getting followers when she literally slaughtered them for no reason. Like the first thing she did when she had a body again was murder her acolytes for no reason so why are they still over here busting their pussies doing work for her I'm crying

[verfound]

FIC: Spring is for the Day They Met (MLB; Lukanette; Winters)

@rengokuswifeysblog Pssssst remember when you asked about a first meeting fic??? 👀

Characters/Pairings: Naga!Luka Couffaine, Witch!Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Luka wasn’t used to seeing humans this far into his forest.  He’s not used to seeing witches this far into his forest.  He’s not sure he’s going to like it.  (Marinette, on the other hand, is just fascinated by the fact that a snake is the ward of her new home.  That was definitely something her superiors could have mentioned before sending her here.)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Ages back, Bloody had this idea about Naga!Lu being fascinated with Marinette’s human feet.  It made me think of the meeting scene in Disney’s Tarzan, and then I got all twisted up in first meetings and feet and could not for the life of me make any progress with the fic.  I went through so many drafts with this, and then I realized if I focused more on the meeting and not on the feet the fic actually came together quite nicely?  So.  Here’s the fic formerly known as “Human Feet”?  Now with 95% more meet cute and 75% less feet jokes. 😂

“Spring is for the Day They Met”

It was a glorious spring day, but then again, all of them had been glorious so far.  After an entire winter of not-so-nice days cooped up in his cave, hiding away from the cold and the snow, the sun shining high above him through the clearing in the leafy canopy of the trees was a welcome sight.  Even the breeze, still cool in the early spring, was a much welcome change from the bitter chill of winter.  The ice had completely thawed from the river below him, and his rocks were once again prime basking space.

Even better, spring was still early, and most of the Forest’s inhabitants had yet to realize he was once again up and about.  If they had had any need for him, those needs had not yet been serious enough to bother seeking him out.  He was free to sprawl out on his rocks, soaking up as much sun as he could in an attempt to recover from a too-long winter.

Yes, spring had once again come to the Forest, and life was…

A resounding slap echoed across the water, followed by the raucous bark of heckling laughter.  More laughter bubbled up in chittering cackles as water splashed and rough, croaky voices squabbled.  He dropped his head back onto the rock, hanging it upside-down to stare across the river to the opposite bank.

It would be perfect, he couldn’t help but think, if those damned kappas would relocate.

[eggs-can-draw]

mermay!!! what if FISH!!!

[calipsan]

[princess-ibri]

Ages ago I read a comic book for Disney Sleeping Beauty that had a short haired witch as the antagonist, and young Princess Ibri was fascinated by this new villainess but the book was at the store and we had to leave and I’ve never been able to find it or any information about it again :(

So here’s my recreation of said witch to add to my DisneyVerse. I’ve named her Infernadell (a corrupted take on an unused Fairy name, ‘Fernadell’, which may have actually just been her actual name before she became goth a witch).

She lives in the woods surrounding the Forbidden Mountains and eventually decides to try and move into the power vacuum Maleficent’s death left. She’s not as powerful as the fallen dark fairy but she’s just as enthusiastic and effective at bossing the Goons around, who’ve been feeling very lost without a dread leader to helm them and so readily accept her once she proves herself.

I can see her becoming a new magical threat that Briar Rose has to combat while learning to harness her own magical power, but I think in the end they end up weirdly coming to respect eachother. Dell probably helps Mallow learn to harness her dark based powers later on as a grudging favor or something.

[interdimensionalhellscapeportal]

You mean to tell me that Filoni stole the fucking Singing Mountain Clan & Augwynne Djo from Legends, dumbed down the names for "originality", and made the true Witches of Dathomir FUCKING NUNS with FUCKING WIMPLES

I am. Without words. I will however be glad to throw hands if I ever have the misfortune of encountering that rancid wannabe cowboy irl

[ceo-draiochta]

St Attracta's Well (Tobar Athrachta)

Saint Attracta is a local saint associated with the south Sligo area, her well, in Monasteraden is said to have slain a serpent at this site resulting in the well springing up. There are two wells an inner and an outer which is fed by the inner. The outer well was used in the past as standard drinking water while the inner had special properties associated with fertility, it is said the water from the inner well cannot boil regardless of the heat put into it.

The well is associated with fertility, in times gone by the orbs on the top of the well, the “serpents eggs” were brought home by those wishing to get pregnant as they aided in fertility. There used to be 13 eggs. There are now just 3 eggs left and have been cemented to the top of the well. Even now, the wells water is said to help with pregnancy and offerings are left by those who wish to experience that. 

People to this day are leaving rosary beads and heartwarmingly, pregnancy tests as offering, all quite recent. The well is in need of some doing up but it is clear people love the well and still believe in its power. This is an example living Irish culture, magic with both catholic and pagan elements that is still alive and well in this country to this day. 

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 14: feed me poison, fill me 'til i drown

Water Inhalation

2493 Words; Pearl & Seaglass AU

TW for drowning

AO3 ver

Raz swam down into the trench. Seemingly endless tunnels dotted the bottom, a deep and endless cave network that could swallow him whole if he got lost.

Raz was here on a mission, though, so he wasn’t going to get lost. Not without a fight.

He swam around the bottom for a bit, searching for a particular cave. He had no idea which one it was—but he was certain that he’d know it when he saw it.

No skulls loomed at him out of the darkness, though. No shiny white bones or carved slabs reading GET OUT. There wasn’t even a ball of sealight to mark one of the caves out from the others.

Just kelp. Lots and lots of kelp, all scattered around and rotting, even though it didn’t even grow here—

Wait.

Raz swam over to a particularly long strand of kelp, knots of varying sizes dotting its length. He couldn’t see where it was tied off—it stretched down into the gloom of the cave mouth it was near. And now that Raz was looking, this particular mouth was absolutely surrounded by kelp strips, all knotted in strange and incomprehensible ways…

“Oh!” His stripes lit up the gloom—Raz glanced around nervously. Nothing came out of the dark to grab him, but he’d have to remember not to talk down here.

Steeling his scales, Raz gathered up every inch of courage he had, and dove in.

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Raz wasn’t sure how long he’d been wandering through these tunnels. A while, for sure. But he kept swimming down twisty tunnels, flashing a stripe every so often in order to keep track of the kelp strands. He should have brought some sealight. His eyes were good in the depths, but these caves had no light at all—only what Raz could provide by flashing his stripes incoherently.

Eventually, though, Raz noticed slivers of light floating up from one of the tunnels. Carefully, slowly, he swam towards the source, hoping it wasn’t some giant mutant anglerfish that lived in caves and ate mer.

Raz peered around the edge of the rock—

Sealight dotted the cavern at distant intervals along a net strung up across it, doing little against the gloom. Yet still, Raz could see that shelves had been carved into the rock, with weird-looking things in glass jars. Ingredients, he presumed. And there, in the center of it all, grabbing a crab from an old trap full of them, was the Sea Witch.

Raz had only seen her once, before, and that was from a distance. He had been following Dion, then, based on Frazie’s hints that his older brother would know where to find a Sea Witch.

Somehow, she looked a lot less deadly up close, sinuous tentacles working around her. Even as she turned to a cauldron—and wow, a human cauldron, Raz had been looking for one of those for his collection for forever—with a crab in one tentacle, there was another pair working a piece of kelp, a third grasping a jar, and the other four were working across the cavern floor, maneuvering her around with little effort. Her hands were occupied with a shell she was holding, claws tracing the edges of its layers.

Raz leaned out a little further. “Did Dion get those for you?” Crabs didn’t seem to be in high supply, down in the trench. Urchins, sure, but Raz hadn’t seen any crabs.

The Sea Witch startled, turning luminous yellow-brown eyes onto Raz. Instead of the sharp beak Raz expected, she had a full row of sharp teeth—moray? They weren’t uniform enough to be a shark’s. She even had facial fins—definitely not all octopus, then.

“Who—” Her stripes flashed a vibrant orange, lighting up dark violet scales.

Raz swam out a little further. “Dion’s my older brother.” He explained, curling his tail inwards in greeting.

All at once, the Sea Witch relaxed. “You must be Queepie then…” She tilted her head, “No—Pooter.”

Raz nodded. “I know, it must be so amazing, finally meeting me.” Raz shrugged his pelvic fins. “But I actually came here with a request.”

“No.” The Sea Witch dunked the crab she was holding into the cauldron. She unscrewed the jar and put whatever was in it into the cauldron, and magic shimmered across the opening. Raz couldn’t see what was happening in there, but she probably knew what she was doing.

“You didn’t even let me ask!” Raz swam further in, stripes flashing angrily. “You can’t just say ‘no’ when you don’t even know what it is!” He’d even brought some of his most valuable items from his collection in his bag, to make sure he could pay for the good stuff.

“I can see your heart’s desires.” The Sea Witch waved a tentacle dismissively, watching the steady shimmer of her cauldron. “I’m not turning you human.” Slowly, the shimmer faded, and she reached a hand in to grab the crab. The scent of boiled crab and saltback roe filled the cavern as she used the seashell to crack the crab shell open.

“But you can,” Raz confirmed. He closed his mouth, covering his teeth. “Pleeeeeeeease?”

“Absolutely not.” The Sea Witch sounded appalled at the very notion. “Your brother would kill me.”

“You don’t wanna stomp on my dreams, do you?” Raz held his fins flat and angled his face upwards a little, a pleading look in his eyes.

The Sea Witch huffed, “Sorry, kid, but it’s not happening.” The glow of her stripes wasn’t apologetic in the least.

Raz crossed his arms. “Well, if stomping dreams is what we’re doing, then I guess I’ll just have to stomp on your dreams of ever seeing my brother again.” He began to swim towards the cave entrance—

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.” A tentacle grabbed Raz by the tail and yanked him back into the cave. He turned to face the Sea Witch with a toothy grin, his facial fins flared. “Are you blackmailing me?” Incredulity leeched off of her in steady waves, but her facial fins were just as flared as Raz’ were.

“That depends,” Raz flitted his tail. “Is it working?”

She stared at him for a long moment. Her tentacles lashed in place, little eddies forming on the cave floor.

Raz pressed his hands together, and flared his fins a little wider. “I mean, it really would be such a shame if our parents found out that their son was dating the Sea Witch.” Like he’d ever tell them—if his mother found out that Raz had even thought about coming out here, she’d have his head. But he needed that potion, dammit, and Dion’s secret romance with the Sea Witch was the perfect bargaining chip.

“Alright, fine.” The Sea Witch shoved him away, turning towards the shelves she had carved into the cave walls. “Grab whatever you think you’ll need and meet me at the eastern shipwrecks by high moon.”

Raz swam a quick circle. “Yes!” Finally! He swam out of the cavern on a rush of elation, not even caring if he got lost on the way out. He was going to become human!

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Raz darted between old shipwrecks in the gloom, the moonlight unable to reach so deep.

Sneaking out had been hard, but not impossible. His facial fins twitched under his helmet, but he ignored the discomfort—he was about to delve into a world of unknowns, so he needed his helmet! Any good explorer would have one!

Checking that he still had everything in his bag, Raz swam towards the wreck that he was sure was the easternmost one. He passed a shark, and paid it little mind—even at his age, he was more than a match for it. Sharks only messed with mer if they were desperate.

The Sea Witch was already there, sorting through a satchel of her own. Hers was even wrapped in netting, with little shells tied to the threads.

Little shells of a very particular shade of blue…

“What’s your name anyway?” Raz asked. “It can’t be Sea Witch.”

“Gisu.” The Sea Witch—Gisu—replied. She finished sorting through her things, and turned to face westward. “It’s a long swim.” She cautioned. “If you’re having any doubts, turn back now.”

Raz curled his hands into fists. “I’m ready! Lead the way!”

Gisu regarded him for a long moment, then launched off of the deck. “Just don’t get lost.”

Raz hastened to follow, his tail pumping to keep up with her siphon bursts.

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Gisu hadn’t been lying. They’d been swimming for a while, now, closer and closer to the surface as they went. By the time they stopped, the moonlight was already fading, the shallows beginning to feel the very beginnings of sunlight.

Gisu swam upwards, and Raz followed, his head breaching the surface. Unlike Gisu, who was blinking in the air, Raz’s goggles kept water against his eyes, allowing him to see the slowly lightening sky clearly.

He looked around, unsure what exactly he was looking for—

Raz let out a surprised whistle.

Land!

Actual dry land! That stood above the water! Raz had only ever heard of it!

They were kinda close—closer than Raz expected, honestly. He could make out ships at the shore, and even the boxy shapes of human dwellings.

Raz was so lost in his staring that he missed Gisu diving back down—she yanked him down by the tail with one of her tentacles, making his stripes flash in alarm.

“C’mon.” She urged, letting go. “Not much further.”

Raz nodded. He was really tired, swimming the whole night through, but excitement buzzed in his veins. He followed Gisu along, watching as the seafloor rose up below them, closer and closer without them needing to go deeper—

Gisu stopped. Raz bounced off of her, shaking his head reflexively at the impact.

“Right.” Gisu said, pulling out a jar. “Eat this and say the incantation thrice: ‘Shed my scales and cut out my gills, to land I go to escape my ills.’ Think you can remember that?”

Raz reached for the jar. “Of course! C’mon, I’m so excited!” He was so close. He was so agonizingly close that he felt he might burst if he didn’t become human right now. “Shed my scales and cut out my gills, to land I go to escape my ills!” He repeated.

“Alright.” Gisu handed over the jar. Raz wasted no time in unscrewing the cap. “Before you go, there are some things about humans you might want to know. I’ll be coming with you, but it’ll be good to know the basics before—”

Too late. Raz was already eating the contents—he could taste some kind of roe, but he couldn’t identify the rest of it. It kind of reminded him of seal—something mammalian, then? Whatever it was, it was delicious.

Gisu watched as Raz finished off the contents of the jar. “You weren’t supposed to eat all of it…” She mumbled.

Raz froze. “I’m not going to die, am I?” That’d be a stupid way to go.

Gisu clicked, taking back the jar. “No, but the spell will hold for a lot longer. There was enough in there for seven days. Don’t die while I’m gone.” She mumbled something about hard-to-get ingredients and swam off into the depths, but Raz was already pressing his hands together.

“Shed my scales and cut out my gills,” He started, “to land I go to escape my ills!” Warmth exploded in Raz’ chest. “Shed my scales and cut out my gills, to land I go to escape my ills!” The water around him began to bubble, the warmth in his chest spreading out into his arms and tail—

“Shed my scales and cut out my ills, to land I go to escape my ills!”

Raz tumbled tail over head as the magic washed over him, hundreds of tiny bubbles surrounding him as he changed. His scales disappeared with an itchy feeling, his facial fins melting into a shell-shape under his helmet.

Wow, okay, that’s a lot more comfortable. Of course it was more comfortable—his helmet had been made for human use.

There was a kind of distant shlurp sensation as his tail shrunk back into his body, shedding scales that glowed in the water around him before melting away. Raz imagined that it must hurt, the shifting of his bones—but he didn’t feel any pain at all. Just the warm bubbly feeling of Gisu’s magic crawling all over him. His dorsal fin melted down into his back, the webbing between his claws receded, his gills squeezed shut—

His pelvic fins flared out to his sides, fluttering rapidly. A new sensation emerged, stretching out into the water. Raz stared as his emerging legs—legs! He had legs!—grew flat protrusions at the end, as five wriggling toes sprouted from the ends of his new feet.

His neck squeezed, a little, his cervical gill covers melting over the gills underneath. The water was suddenly so much darker. Were human eyes this bad?

Raz opened his new mouth with a gasp—

Water rushed in, and instead of flowing out through his gills it kept going down. Raz choked, flailing in panic. How did he forget that humans breathed air?

Surface. He needed to surface!

His sense of up and down had disappeared, replaced with a growing sense of panic as he flailed unfamiliar human limbs. He needed to surface!

“Hel—arglubblgbg.” Okay, wow. He’d read that humans communicated entirely through sound, but that was weird—Raz flailed, choking on even more water. Not having stripes to flash meant he couldn’t say a thing until he managed to surface—

Raz hit the seafloor, the sand squishy against his back. His human back, scale- and finless—

I’m not going to be human long if I don’t make it to dry land!

Raz planted his hands on the sand and pushed. He launched upwards, feeling the pull of a wave—

Air!

Raz flopped onto damp sand, his body convulsing as his lungs tried to eject the water in them. He coughed, the feeling unlike anything he’d ever felt before—and absolutely awful. No wonder humans didn’t like swimming.

By the time he finished hacking, his throat was raw, the feeling of something still stuck in it lingering. But no amount of coughing would erase that feeling, so Raz settled on breathing deeply while waiting for it to leave.

Raz let himself fall back onto the sand, staring up at the sky through his goggles. The sun had crested the horizon, the last of the darkness lingering at the very west edge in a tiny sliver.

Raz had never imagined that sunlight could be so warm. His bag was cold beside him, even though he was just as soaked as it was.

Exhausted, and with the waves tickling his feet, Raz let his eyes close.

Seven days. He had seven days before he turned back. Seven whole days of exploring. Seven whole days that started now.

He could afford a little nap, first.

[suzumeca]

(sighs heavily and files Birdie Wing in an overstuffed drawer labeled: "BAIT")

I thought we had it this time.

Can't say this gives me much hope for g-witch either.

[spnyouresostupid]