#bloodbruja

[kotttagare]

oliver nilsson is something of a pro where the sport of burying his head in the sand is concerned; ostriches have less experience with this tried and true method of getting through life than ollie does, able to ignore and detach from any number of horrors and tragedies on a daily basis. but there is one very particular scenario of injustice that oliver can't bring himself to leave well enough alone, and that is a beautiful woman in distress. he's seen @bloodbruja around the club enough to know she's solid people, his cousin would never allow a witch into their territory otherwise, but subsequently not enough times to have any guesses why she's gazing melancholy into her drink that way when he spots her at the bar a seat away. "why are you long in the face?" he butchers the colloquialism as he flags down the bartender for another of vodka and whatever she's having.

[agentnash]

their track record hadn't exactly been a friendly one. even when attending the academy together, there was mutual irritation, the two agents-in-training attacking each other with never ceasing banter ( and ignoring the apparent tension between them, that everyone else could see but them ). parker found solana somewhat insufferable, and he could tell she felt the same about him. that didn't mean they could just dismiss the case they were now working together on. what they should do is put their differences aside so they can do what needed to be done. unfortunately, parker had no idea how to accomplish something like that. 'he believes a person can love someone and still be able to murder that person,' agent refers to their current unsub, mumbling the words into the folder of the crime scene photos he holds in his hands. 'i beg to fuckin' differ,' @bloodbruja.

[walkeddeath]

there’s enough almost bingos to make me yell a lil i cant lie but This Is Something & gen is holding their hand out to hold i fear.

[thehollyverse]

Will dominate her into having a good time and hold her hair when she hurls. Ride or die besties okay thanks love you bye

from here

bestie bingo goes 2 sol 🫶🫶🫶

[muutos]

“ you can get anything by turning up the charm . ” ( flora )

inhuman ear twitches at this. long spine is hunched over work, with a spread of aging yellow pages, herbs, stones, and mortar and pestle lining the table. for a moment, there's a modicum of confusion regarding the woman's words. she pauses indefinitely as she stares with lowered brows and a slightly tilted head in consideration of them. however, she soon ascertained that this was indeed not the case, and that something else was being referred to.

a soft smile edges upward upon fawn face as she regards the other. blinking minutely concealing emerald marble.

her hands reluctantly let go of her spell book in order to communicate, however such would not likely be as easy as using her sign language capabilities. so she looks down to an empty piece of paper lying on the surface, and poses her inquiry with ink. 'are you referring to personal appeal? because i'm quite afraid that i would not know where to start.'

@bloodbruja. the cuphead show!

[werehause]

@bloodbruja sent for an affectionate starter!

Calloused fingers swipe at the grime on his cheek bones. Green eyes squinted against the blazing afternoon sun as it bears down on the small town. It’d been a scorcher, somewhere in the triple digits and the sunset made no promise for a cooler night. Jason can feel the sweat running off his jaw as a low slung smirk stretches across his mouth. “ Hey pretty baby. “ the compliment is sailed in Solana’s direction, his long legs carrying him from the drivers side of his truck to her front gate. He’d been on his way home to get cleaned up, but the spur in his chest wouldn’t let him outside of the town without seeing Lana’s pretty face. A hand comes to caress her elbow, blonde bros arching high as he beamed at her. “ What have you been up too today? “

[eyesofcrow]

The garden is alive. Music plays softly from above, as invisible violins follow and fade with each score. Laughter can be heard in the distance with soft squeals of delight, children chatter and are shushed by their peers scurrying between the shrubs and flowers. It's like this every year at the annual Crow’s garden party, an event that has since spread its influence and glee to their neighbors and friends. Each year the garden is lit up with lights and food, music that floats above occupants heads and flowers that seem to shift and move with the light and sounds they encounter. It's a wonderland for the locals; finally able to peer into the secret world that the Crow’s keep hidden. Pathways of brick and cobblestone spread far and wide in a never-ending map, arbors and gates can be discovered littered throughout the vast dreamland. Fountains at every turn, statues of angels and fairies litter the grounds as well with laughing faces and watching eyes. It's a paradise, one that eagerly welcomes its guests with games and lovely sites to see. 

The dress code had been followed accordingly with only a few exceptions, everyone wore all white – at least everyone except Lyric’s sisters. Lena stood in a pink that was so pale it could pass for white, and Laurel dressed in grey to show her support. Their mother had outdone herself much like she always did, but it had caught Lyric off guard when she announced that they would all be playing hide and seek. A tradition he had soon assumed they’d grown out of, but when he did not shift from his seat his mother came to his side with a soft smile and a glow about her that stirred him from. “ Aren’t we a bit old to play games? “ A tsk of her tongue and a toss of her locs and she smiled at him, ‘ You’re never too old for fun my boy. Now hide, your sister has volunteered to be it.'

Tucked behind a portion of the outer maze wall he could hear footsteps shuffle and shift, laughing and running before victorious shouts called out from the distance. A peering eye watches carefully from a small gap in the branches, a soft smirk stretching across his lips as he recognizes @bloodbruja. Her dark hair trailing behind her as she moved quickly on bare feet further into the maze, watching her Lyric can’t help but smile at the former memory of Lena and Solana declaring that running shoeless was not cheating but in fact only being smart. His hand is quick to reach between the branches and grab her arm, and tug her through the brush into his secluded hiding spot. Faster footsteps approach as he watches Laurel breeze by without a second glance, and vanish around the fountain into the lower tier of the garden.

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

Casting a look to Lana he grins, brows arching high on his forehead at her words. “ It tends to do that rather often in your company. “

[kotttagare]

the moment his brain registers what he's done ⸻ leaned in and fully planted his vodka soaked lips against the painted tiers on @bloodbruja ⸻ he knows he's made something of a mistake. solana has a boyfriend, and more than that, she's one of the only real friends he's managed to make in this city. neon exclamation points of warning go off behind closed eyes before they open and he's pulling back immediately, putting space between the two of them, shaking his head. "goddammit," he mutters at himself, chiding himself for this foolish behavior. "i shouldn't have done that."

[eyesofcrow]

@bloodbruja

where?

[walkeddeath]

🚢

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon - i know gen and it's so incredibly possible and i'm not going 2 say no to exploring tings.

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no - adding to this as well bcs the willing to try sounds very Drastic however i'm willing to throw barbies around and see what occurs.

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) - idk Specific Specific but yapping and plotting definitely!

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here ) gen can't do casual they will end up tying their soul to whomstever + will go up against any number of Things to protect or w/e, will also just Not Process shared feelings but fsdfds my shipping habits include pintrest boards, multiple verses if Wanted, playlists, edits, screaming abt things at like 2 am, usually a d.sco server for Organization but also general yelling.

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[agentnash]

‘i do look at it like that,’  parker confirms in a tone which challenges her own perspective, glancing over the apparent irritation on her features and taking it as an accomplishment. she’s smart. she knows what she’s doing. so does he. his stubbornness keeps him from working well with others, and though he had no doubt in solana’s experience and work ethic, that didn’t mean parker was going to make this partnership easy. eyes roll a bit as he sits back in his seat, crossing arms over his chest to show that she wasn’t the only one holding annoyance in this situation.  ‘they don’t actually love their victims, though, do they? they just think they do. this guy thinks he’s doing the right thing because he’s fucking delusional,’  agent pauses, glancing over solana’s features with a pointed stare, before picking up a picture of one of the victims to flash in front of her.  ‘this look like an act of love t’you?’

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐀  𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖,  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐎𝐅  𝐈𝐓  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌.  she's  been  counting  back  karma  points  against  her,  cursing  the  fortune  that  put  her  in  this  position  with  him.  she  holds  another  folder,  mind  staggering  over  bullet  points  and  patterns  that  eventually  stitch  together  and  point  them  where  they  need  to  be.  “  if  you  look  at  it  like  that.  ”  a  scoff  allows  for  irritation  to  bleed  into  her  tone.  she's  trying  to  put  all  that  built-up  tension  and  animosity  towards  parker  aside,  gods  fucking  help  her,  she's  trying.  she  drops  the  folder  on  his  desk,  tea  drawn  to  her  lips  as  a  point  of  caution  to  gather  her  thoughts.  “you  think  about  all  those  monsters  who  lift  a  hand  to  someone  they  love  and  tell  them  why  they  do  it.  ”  a  pause,  something  sombre  flashing  in  amber,  like  a  film  reel  replayed  of  her  past  .  solana  shakes  her  head.  “  he's  a  religious  zealot,  so  factor  that  mentality  into  it.  he  thinks  he's  washing  sin  away  out  of  love.  ”

[eyesofcrow]

 The slice of scissors can be heard throughout the lower portion of the three tiered home. It's a sharp sound that threatens to slice through the very hand drawn wallpaper that decorates her mothers kitchen. Silence had become very common in the home, every ounce of warmth remaining but the steady and undisturbed peace in the air seemed foreign. With her siblings all gone it left Laurel, her mother, and father remaining in the house and despite how exciting or fun the trio was – the signs of her fathers illness could be seen scattered throughout the home. Drawn curtains in rooms that were once bright and airy, and wool blankets scattered throughout the home against every chair or couch to comfort his freezing body. Their home had morphed in time and part of her didn’t know how well she was comfortable with the change; if anything it only fueled her desire to try and help her father recover faster. 

Seated against the cold tile steps into the small greenhouse resting on the back of their kitchen, she snips leaves and buds off flowers. Each slice announcing to her just how quiet the house truly was and leaving her utterly lost in her thoughts. At her feet rests a basket building with herbs, florals, stems, and more that she would return to the kitchen. Lost in thought she doesn't hear the side door open and shut, and she doesn't pay any mind to the soft taps of heels against the faded sage green kitchen tile. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for people to breeze through the Crow’s kitchen, after all their coven found themselves seated at the very oak table resting in the corner. Clients wandered when they couldn’t locate her mother at the front of the home in the funeral parlor, and often found themselves sucked into the faded green kitchen that she knew and loved so well.

Another slice and she catches sight of someone in her peripheral vision and looks abruptly, @bloodbruja face filling her wide gaze before she too takes a seat beside Laurel.

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

Letting a soft smile pull at the corner of her lips, Laurel sighs. “ I wouldn’t mind it one bit, mama went to lay down with daddy for a while and it's just been me for the past few hours.”

[kotttagare]

"that is easier to say than to be doing, kär," he grits out between his teeth, waiting as patiently as a man can for @bloodbruja to finish stitching up the open mouthed smile of a wound on his ribcage. "but i appreciate you all the same."

[kotttagare]

the note of concern in her tone almost dredges up a little guilt in oliver; almost. @bloodbruja was not meant to see him like this, painted red like the town whore with the blood of a man the city will not miss, but the time for preventing such an occurrence has long since passed ⸻ she's seen him, alright. "i'm fine, i'm fine," he dismisses her worries, calm and nonchalant, despite the story told by the wash of red down the front of his shirt. "it was. . . a nosebleed, nothing to be worry yourself over, älskling."

[eyesofcrow]

𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞? 𝐍𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 -- a small writing multi side blog, featuring my Crow witches, their coven, and friends. Themes on this blog are u.sfw. These characters are based and written in my own original lore and concepts regarding witches, magic, and all over spooky vibes. More info will be below the cut. 

written by lake / l 

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 / 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛𝘚 / 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂

affiliated w:  @bloodbruja