#battlewitch

[gotankgo]

Cosmic Psychos “Battlewitch”

• Glorius Barsteds (2011)

[voodooodolly]

“And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense” I’ve set the web shop quantities all to zero for a few weeks while I travel abroad and finish some open orders. Don’t worry though, it will reopen for regular production again. I am also finally in talks to have something produced that I’ve been waiting very long time for… it’s been dear to me and I’m hoping that this finally works out the way I want it! - clothing here by @ixdoxdeclare #voodooodolly #idodeclareshop #crown #queen #knight #knightcore #ladyknight #battlewitch #royalcore #gothgoth #castle #sword #andraste #crownofandraste #softarmor (at Spring Grove Cemetery) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdjKZ8NLzJg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ghoulshavemorefun]

[hrfarrington]

#inktober day 22 - #battle #witch! 💣 * * #art #drawing #illustration #inktober2017 #31witches #witchtober #dailydrawing #instadaily #battlewitch #warrior #battlemage #magic #cartoon #characterdesign #armor #chainmail #chainmaille #scalemail #scalemaille

[lenn256i-blog]

Here's my heavy metal mascot inspired oc battle witch. (Thought it was something else didn't ye? Heheh) #art #witch #fire #lit #lol #BattleWitch

[swiftscion]

Spellsword; Midsommar Drabble (480 words)

Dressing in finery is a foreign concept to Larcei. Holidays were never as grandiose as this, never requiring that she wore her best--if they were even celebrated at all. To live used to always be enough of a blessing.

But now she was won her freedom. She has fought back against tyranny and claimed the rights to a carefree life.

Yet as she stands before her dorm room mirror, she can’t help feeling uncomfortable in her costume. For Midsommar, she has dressed as a witch, having scoured the vendors for materials and props. Her robe has been crafted from fine black silk, its embroideries sewn into swirling patterns round the shoulders and dyed a bright yellow. Her short, white boots have been traded for a pair of long, black ones--sporting buckles to further detail the look. And the cherry on top is her hat. It is the tallest and pointiest she could find, with a single stripe of deep purple adding that last splash of color to its already illustrious magnificence. It’s a lot, and she thinks she’s done a decent job cobbling it all together, but there’s something... Missing.

As she twists her leg this way and turns her back that way, shifting her body in all sorts of poses to go over the look one last time, she finally understands. Her witch costume is not bad, but a betrayal of herself. It lacks that Larcei-esque vigor, the combat practicality her typical Isaachian garb has always had. It may have been due to the loose and flowing nature of her dress that she came out of Jugdral alive, for when combat is the kind of rushdown Larcei always makes it out to be, moving fast is often key. These gilded robes are pretty, but they are awkward and cumbersome. The silk drapes down past her ankles, the hat is an unnecessary obstacle. Not that she expects to wind up in a scrap tonight, but if she did, she might just lose in this.

And thus, Larcei makes her improvements, adding a few touches to make it her. The arm-shield she’d received upon completing her mercenary certifications is borrowed from her armory, then secured near her shoulder. It takes a bit of fitting, but when it settles in, the raven-haired knows where to continue. She digs through her closet to produce a few belts, equipping them with sheathes and slinging them round her waist. Their brown leather adds a touch of ruggedness, which is further accentuated by ensuring her sheathes have swords. Finally, her sleeves are rolled past her wrists, so that a hilt could comfortably rest in her hands. The end result is the harmonious unification of fighter-wear and mage garments: an outfit not far off from the common battlemage trope. And she knows exactly what she’ll call it: 

“That’s it! Now I can go out as a battlewitch!” 

[fsnowzombie]

Armored Lady Monday

being spoopy month i wanted to do a whole month of spoopy ladies/monstergirls but i also remembered that today is Noires birthday and i truly couldnt justify drawing 2 things today so i combined them! and i made Noire a battlewitch!

hope you like it!

[naoadays]

Sometimes I photograph things that aren’t concerts. But only if it involves cat related brands. 😻 ✨ ✨ Repost @ixdoxdeclare with @get_repost ・・・ Summoning the light . . . . The Rebirth Armor Dress! Available for a few more days and in limited quantities. Link in bio. Collaboration with @cat_coven Photo by @missykitty Modeled by @alex.moy #catcoven #idodeclare #idodeclareshop #rebirtharmor #enchantedarmor #witchesofinstagram #indiedesigner #baroque #battlewitch #quaintrelle #eglcommunity (at Prospect Park)

[neotoyko]

Helen the Battlewitch from Cerebrawl

IG

Twitch

[authorisada]

Get to Know the Author

I was tagged by the awesome @lilamina, thanks so much!

1. Is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason? All those plot bunnies that are not my two stories right now. 2. What work of yours, if any, are you embarrassed about existing? I can’t tell classmates, coworkers, etc. about Curse of the Crimson Throne: Courtesan because it’s basically porn, sometimes monster porn. 3. What order do you write in? Front of book to back? Chronological? Favorite scenes first? Something else? Front to back. We’re publishing these fics serial novel style! 4. Favorite character you’ve written? Mathal the battlewitch. 5. Character you were most surprised to end up writing?

Friend the otyugh. 6. Something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now Not looking back right now--just trying to get it all out. 7. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write? Well, I share my chapters onlinve every time I publish on AO3 and Wattpad, so I guess that’s pretty enthusiastic. Please totally do check it out and if you like it, reblog!!! 8. Favorite genre to write Fantasy. 9. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration? Not write. 10. Write in silence or with background music? Alone or with others? Sometimes I’ll use background music to get started and then switch it off when I hit the zone. 11. What aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing? I don’t know anymore. 12. Your weaknesses as an author? I get hit real hard by self-doubt that makes me just want to stop writing. 13. Your strengths as an author? I’ve learned to write for myself. 14. Do you make playlists for your work? Only when I finish. 15. Why did you start writing?

To make something that, hopefully, will outlive me.

16. Are there any characters who haunt you? No... 17. If you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be? Make more mistakes. Embrace them. Make EVEN MORE. 18. Were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? What were they? Reading fantasy as a kid made me want to write fantasy. My style changes constantly based on what I’m reading. I was reading Jorges Luis Borges through the first half of Council of Thieves. Now I’m reading P. G. Wodehouse. 19. When it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.? I’m writing campaign novelizations. I already have all the books and notes to the campaigns. 20. Do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Both. 21. What do you think when you read over your older work? Sometimes I like it, sometimes I’m like, wow, so tempted to edit. 22. Are there subjects that make you uncomfortable to write? Action and sex. 23. Any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing? Bad parenting from my parents, DMing in D&D. 24. Have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story? Nothing I haven’t already forgotten. 25. Copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of.

Hmmm. Well, here’s a snippet from the last thing I wrote:

Kulata descended twenty minutes later over some far grove of the Etherwood, no different from any other spot in the sea of green. The devil set them gently down on the topmost branch of the canopy. They sat side by side among the leaves and watched the stars wake only an arm’s length away.

“You could’ve wished for anything.”

“I wouldn’t do that to Chelon. And it was the right thing to do. I think.”

“Future contractees will certainly think twice about treating me as an object now.”

“So you’re just going to go off and steal more souls?”

“That is my Hell-designated occupation.”

“This isn’t Hell.”

Kulata remained silent for a full minute.

Tagging: @the960writers, @theflowofink, @mimthewriter, @ms-helios, @three-seas-writing, @queen-evanlyn, @lady-redshield-waits, @llinoscathrynthomas, @writingwinterridge, @writingswitch, @paper-shield-and-wooden-sword

If I didn’t tag you but you want to do it, totally do! And please tag me so I can seeeeee!

[caszazz]

You sunk my battlewitch

I’m hat 5, broom 5. What about you? 🦇🖤🍂

[voodooodolly]

Crown of Andraste - now live in the shop. Thank you again @lizabetroberts for the photos of @queen_astraea wearing the crown and clothing by @ixdoxdeclare #crown #battlewitch #womeninarmor #headdress #armor #knightcore #royalty #warriorgoddess #voodooodolly #idodeclareshop (at Orléans, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdCdUfdLWwL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ghoulshavemorefun]

[alpha-blu]

The Deckromancer, A highly skilled BattleWitch who is 40% cunning, 35% profit, 25% looks, and 100% buisness. Weilding their multitool broom JackavalTrades and multi suits magic, they are a force to be reckoned with.

[therisingtithes]

Traveling Trini at Magic Camp

(for all the friends I made at Worldcon 75) It’s a touch of perfect, a binding that I  ain’t traveled enough to know of. Two kingdoms  shaped the host-land roofs, and their idea of warm does  stiffen my toes for painful cracking. But I barely ever notice.  When I did get to the convention, a cathedral to  many foreign magics, I couldn’t even fathom  the home tongue and still I was won, was  one of the new recruits of ritual, eager to  shake bless’d captains’ hands as they  grin and would speak glittering. They taught  enough sessions a day of the word-tactics,

and had spells casting in the walkways and  the cafes too; I did have a hearty talk or two  on techniques with some of the best battlewitches,  and did figure forms or follow follies with the  best new blood in or out of training. I did  catch my superior before breakfast one morning  when she said ‘this is how we go get the world back’,  that one day I would march ahead of the next ones  and she knew I’d never slip, even if  I didn’t believe it. 

I did open the shooting range on the first night  and folks who never shot a spell before  were passing through bodies with warmth or raw fire  or gentle joy, blushing when the claps come,  staring at hollow bulls’-eyes with salt-spring  eyes. The finest stewards of stories with hair in  mystic fire or cruel-comfort ice would shepherd  seminars from cliff-edges into learning, and  then lunch, whispering a few spells from the advanced  classes, just for jotting down. In the corners of almanacs,  students are trying frantically for space  enough to keep up with body metaphysics or  quantum prevarication 

                        - and I, just there, absorbing  still, tutoring what I could, and marveling.  And if you see marvels! Every rocket’s shuttle loaded to their windows, always on time! Tart berries beside soft savouries, bittersweet liqueurs, the best songs that the academy didn’t even know were in its range! You ever learn so much and ain’t feel like it’s learning at all? You ever go to camp and find yourself first? You ever leave your home and see a fiercer family where your feet land last, feel the ranks of it tighten ‘round you like mother-love?  

My might and magic still mumbles,  but in that mumble is a beat that  keeps in time with such a feeling, thrums out  for new friends, lays rhythm for the world’s remaking.  I keep singing it on my days of shore leave,  sailing back upon homely star-winds and  watching them map themselves anew in it,  shaping health, or knowledge, or the  very act of being seen. And each queen-star  does still call me back to camp, ask my  title or gawp at ribbons, does point at  some invisible future where family is fresh  again, holding the magic loose in its hands and  building homes with it. 

[fehu-studio]

A buff battle witch for my con table as a sketch commissions example. #witch #skull #occult #battlewitch #armor #goth #gothfashion #illustration #inkdrawing #traditionalart