#greywitchsuggestions

[demonhuntersuggestion]

@greywitchsuggestions

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(anonymous asked:) It’s... Annie? Except it isn’t, not really: Azazel can tell by her height, her hair, the multitude of glowing eyes she suddenly has, and, also, the magic is much, much stronger.

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It’s Aurelio. His body, anyway. But it’s wrong. It’s broken, mangled, its limbs twisted and bent in all the wrong ways. Its skin is covered in lacerations and bruises. It has a cold pallor that makes it look more like a corpse than a man. Its bones crack and grind with every movement, but it stands.

And it glares at her with blackened eyes. Its voice is strained, forced through a damaged throat, “And what are you supposed to be?”

[studioussuggestion]

Sparking at the joints and bouncing with happiness, Annie walks through the library, looking for Leo. {@greywitchsuggestions}

Leo is there, sitting at the library desk with a concentrated look, before seeing her.“O-oh, hi Annie!” They say with a smile___@greywitchsuggestions

[wonderous-writer-suggestions]

For @deadrosesuggestion and @greywitchsuggestions inspired by their recent rp with ravenous that I love (This is a thing I wrote prior to it but wow freaky it matched up)

Usually a vampire can go a long time before they need to feed. Plenty of places to get blood for starts, so there was really no avoiding the constant want to feed. However when you start dating someone who is not a vampire, and in need of their blood to survive, you learn to pace yourself.

It was fine at first, I could overlook the urges and replace them with desires to be with them and around them, hugging them, protecting them. I never wanted harm to come to them so I made sure I never craved their blood, I refused. However, avoiding blood of humans, made the cravings stronger over time.

One night there was no animals in site, no salvation for a craving that’s gone days, weeks, without being satisfied. To make things worse, I couldn’t avoid my partner, they noticed the obvious tells and insisted I stay in out of concern for my well being. I was shaking, I couldn’t think, had their heartbeat always been this loud?

I slid against the far wall and dared not to look at them, I know they’re just trying to help but I cannot be here. There’s too much to focus on and only one of those things is winning over my attention.

They started unbuttoning their shirt, I could see their scars covering their soft skin and shivered, looking away.

“Look just take some blood from me. You need to feed and there’s nothing else you can do.” They said removing the clothes from their neck. I could see their veins begging to release a flood of red from their pale skin. I couldn’t look I covered my eyes, don’t look.

“Babe, please just leave, now is not the time to discuss this.” I managed.

I heard them huff, their foot tapping like a mother, “You’ve been considerate enough to avoid hurting me through your feedings. Unnecessary as it was, it was sweet. But you need to stop now, it’s hurting you!”

I snapped, my body forcing me to nearly lunge at them, “Well if I did stop I could hurt you!!” I felt my fangs grow sharper, the bottom set poking their way in.

I growled, “I don’t want to hurt you... I’m not me when I, do that.” I look away again, curling back into myself against the wall, legs now struggling to keep me up.

I heard them walking over towards me, their steps drowned out by their heartbeat, louder, slow, calm. I felt their hands cup the side of my face and I felt my body quake, begging for things I can’t begin to describe. I wanted them, I wanted them in my arms, them in mine, I wanted, I wanted their blood.

They said my name, it sounded sweet against their cold and calm tone, “Take, a bite, and feed.”

I shook, I can’t, I won’t, it’ll hurt them too much I’ll loose them. I can’t loose them!

“Nothing will happen to me.” They said as if reading my thoughts.

They leaned down to me, I could feel their warmth close to me, I could smell their blood overpowering their usual sent of citrus and flowers. My fangs were in full, my claws digging into my skin. It hurt to avoid the inevitable, and hurt to know it was inevitable.

Suddenly I felt them grip my shoulders, they bared their teeth to add a growl to their tone, “Fucking do it before you die a second time you asshole.” That somehow did it.

I felt my mind go blank in a snap, all I saw was darkness envelop their image. I felt their body beneath my body as I pinned them against the floor. Their blood rushed as they flinched, then I felt them limp and relaxed, even as my fangs bit harshly down into their neck.

One drop of blood hit my system, it tasted sweet and endless, like nothing I’d ever tasted, and it shocked me back inch by inch, drop by drop, pulse by pulse. They still relaxed, and something snapped in me to not hurt them. I knew just barely, subconsciously, not to hurt them, so I spilled not one drop of their blood, I was gentle as one could be when taking blood through a bite.

My body shook as if freezing once I’d had my fill. My body held them pinned beneath me against the floor, they were hugging me. I felt weak for the first time after feeding, yet in the least, stable.

“Was that so hard?” They said as if it hadn’t happened.

I groaned slightly, regaining my control, kissing the wound softly, I felt them shiver at the sudden loving touch, so I held my face in the crook of their neck, my lips against the bite.

They held me close, petting the fatigue from my system as if magic.

“Be still dear, it’s alright now. I’m safe, I’m here.”

I nodded into them, held them close, they held me close.

I felt content, knowing somehow, I could contain myself. And that they trusted me to do so.

That night we fell asleep intertwined, I could hear their heart beat softly, keeping them alive and with me. I didn’t crave their blood. I just craved them, and this moment. With them.

[demonhuntersuggestion]

Sam, inspecting a puddle: Gasoline.

Annie: Pretty sure that's water.

Sam: Only one way to tell.

Sam: -tosses a lit match into the puddle. it catches fire-

Annie:

Sam:

Annie: THERE WERE MORE WAYS TO TELL

[wonderous-writer-suggestions]

@greywitchsuggestions

Some things you can add to your tea, as a witch

🍓 Berries - There’s nothing like a hot cup of camomile tea with a few fresh blueberries. Blueberries = Protection // Raspberries = Protection & Love // Strawberries = Love & Luck // Blackberries = Protection, Healing & Money

🍯 Honey - Adds that extra bit of sweetness and honey is great for love and binding. Green tea with a little honey would be the perfect start for a self-love spell or ritual.

🥛 Milk - I like to use almond milk. Almonds are great for fertility, money and luck spells. It also taste really good! I find taste best in black tea.

🍋 Lemon - Tastes great in green tea. Lemon is great for purifying and cleansing in spells and rituals. Would be an awesome tea to enjoy next time you do a cleansing meditation for your chakras.

🎄 Cinnamon - This one makes me think of winter and Yule but it taste so good. Especially when you pair it with a little bit of honey. Cinnamon is most commonly used in witchcraft related to healing, love, money and happiness.

🌿 Peppermint - It’s an acquired taste, for sure, but it’s very yummy in most teas and can help relieve nausea, gas and stomach cramps. 

🥄 Ginger - Another that’s an acquired taste. It’ll definitely add a zing to your tea but it can help with flu symptoms and nausea. Used in witchcraft to help “speed things up” or “add passion” to spells.

[wonderous-writer-suggestions]

((Ok I never do this but I’m bored and nearing 200 followers and have nothing better to do while procrastinating.

If you’re new to blog and haven’t figured it out yet, hi, I write things. My muse’s name is Writer. She lives in a weird world with magic and monsters and other cool things that break science.

I roleplay with @greywitchsuggestions , @deadrosesuggestion , and @studioussuggestion a lot (check out writeovamptea tag for more) and I recommend checking them out cause they have cool muses and cooler muns I love them and would die for them.

If you’re curious about anything I’ve written check under the “#my writings” tag. Other than that there’s other tags for various things like poetic and quotes etc

So yea have fun on this blog my dude and happy holidays ❤️))

[demonhuntersuggestion]

His are the dark, lonely places of the world; the hidden reaches of the forest, the decrepit and abandoned houses, havens made safe by weary souls and determined runaways.

Hers are the warm houses, the gentle hearthfires, and the caretakers who stoked them, breathing comfort and safety into a well-loved home.

His are the lost, alone and forgotten, those who need a patron to watch over them, and keep them safe.

Hers are the homely, the loved, the enchanted. Those who built homes from houses and weaved safety and love into their magics.

Pray to him for solace, safety and aid. Pray to her for comfort, magic and a place to call “home.”

Pray to them both, if you will, for they will hear your call, and they will always answer.

Together.

[demonhuntersuggestion]

It's Annie, looking happy to see Lio.

“Annie?” Lio’s got an incredulous look on his face. This was... Unusual. 

@greywitchsuggestions

[demonhuntersuggestion]

Annie?

((oof))

ANNIE

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗

[demonhuntersuggestion]

Video Titled: THE GRAY WITCH // New Original Song + Important Message!

Uploaded by: Aurelio Morgenstern / LaEnfer

A quick flash of TV static--his trademark intro effect--and the video player fades to a rather handsome young man, looking at the camera with a playful smile. “Hey Demons,” he addresses his fanbase with that affectionate nickname of his, “It’s your boy, Lio. Aaaaand, before I get started on the song, I wanted to address a... little thing that’s been going around,”

“So, I’ve been seeing rumors and theories and stuff all over Tumblr, Twitter and the like, about,” he chuckles, “Me seeing ‘a certain someone?’“ he says with a hint of amusement and surprise. He shrugs and laughs it off. 

“Alright, alright, I don’t know where ya’ll got that idea,” he rolls his eyes, “And with the host of Realm 96.4? Some of you come up with the silliest things,” he scoffs at the ridiculous notion, a jovial smile decorating his face. He wrings his hands, looking into the camera intently, “Buuut, y’know, those of you who thought of that: What are you, stalkin’ me?” 

He doesn’t seem to mind. “Well, whatever the case, I’ve still got a song to play for you. So...” he glances around. Was he looking for something? “Where the hell is my...” he mumbles.

A chipper voice comes from the side, “Here you go,” and a lithe pair of hands pass the singer a well-used guitar with comical speed. 

Aurelio takes it with a grateful smile. “Thanks love,” there’s a giddy look in his smile, and a girl (that several viewers recognized as the host of a local radio station) leans in from the side of the frame to plant a tender kiss on his lips. She turns to the camera, giggly and smiling, and gives the audience a playful wave before leaving behind the camera. 

Aurelio watches her go with bright eyes, and once she’s gone, he gives the audience a cheeky grin.

He winks, “So, here’s The Gray Witch,” and he plays his new song.

[demonhuntersuggestion]

@greywitchsuggestions​

[demonhuntersuggestion]

((Anyways since I’m not creative I’ve made a version of Lio for @greywitchsuggestions‘ Radio Host!AU

Lio is an aspiring musician, and he maintains a YouTube channel where he posts covers of various songs, mostly punk rock, but also a few acoustic things. He’s also released a few original songs, but he posts more covers than original compositions. 

He plays the guitar, bass and drums (definitely influenced by DIY punk shit) and does vocals. He normally plays all the parts in a song himself and edits them all together into one clip. His vocal style is probably something like Emily Armstrong’s from Dead Sara, if you wanna look them up (I’m specifically thinking of their cover of Heart-Shaped Box). He’s also known for using audio distortion effects to give his instrumentals and vocals unique sounds, like older rock artists. 

Oh, also, Aurelio isn’t a demon hunter in this AU, but he did take one or two self-defense or fighting classes, and “Azazel” is the username of an internet friend of Aurelio’s, whom Lio has never met, but talks to them about pretty much everything. 

Anyway, Lio first met Annie in a coffee shop, after Annie saw him and probably struck up a conversation with him because she thought he was cute. Then she recognized him from his YouTube channel, came out as a fan and extended an invitation for him to appear on her show, which, after a few weeks of panicked deliberation, Lio accepted, giving him a little more publicity. The two of them dated for a while, but eventually Annie felt that the relationship wasn’t going well for them and they decided to break up. 

Lio’s currently attending college, taking a lot of music classes. People on his YouTube channel are still complaining about the addition of indie pop music to his content.))

[demonhuntersuggestion]

It’s... Annie? Except it isn’t, not really: Azazel can tell by her height, her hair, the multitude of glowing eyes she suddenly has, and, also, the magic is much, much stronger.

[wonderous-writer-suggestions]

Rp with @greywitchsuggestions

Writer sat hunched over the microphone, whispering some story into the fog of radio waves. Tonight it was about a girl who was staying up late unable to sleep, slowly surrendering to unconsciousness. The moonlight shone through the window ahead of her, she herself found herself growing weary, but something kept her awake. A feeling of of not being alone, one mixed with both dread and excitement.

She sighed, “And so the girl finally felt her thoughts drift into dreams. The moonlight kissing her goodnight.” She paused, taking in the silence, the silence slightly disturbed by a quickening heart and unknown noises, “Goodnight.”

[demonhuntersuggestion]

@greywitchsuggestions

Tea is always a good idea. New post for Hello Giggles. Signed prints available in my Etsy shop.

[demonhuntersuggestion]

❤️

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

Simple things. Not things, moments. Feelings. 

The feel of her in his arms, snug on the couch. The feel of her chattering away, him listening, mostly. The feel of her presence, her excitement, her happiness. The feel of her lips on his. 

The feel of home.