#lawfulwittebaby

[bornspellcaster]

“Here comes trouble

No mistaking

I'd know you anywhere

I could sail to the ends of the ocean and

Find you waiting there

I've been searching and searching

Near and far

Searching and searching

And there you are

Our wishes share a star 💫”

Belated Birthday present for my friend @lawfulwittebaby of a tearful reunion! Wittebros for life!

[pellinor-princess]

The epilogue is up now lovelies 💕

Happy Halloween and Happy reading 😊

[abomination-stati0n]

Just something I drew of Darius and Howell @lawfulwittebaby (what started the proposal shenanigans yesterday~) THE BOYS ARE ENGAGED

[distressedgold]

@lawfulwittebaby (last one then I’m done for tonight, promise)

Howell: ...I can feel it through the mask. Why are you smiling like that? I can tell you’re looking like the cat that swallowed the pigeon.

Belos: Canary.

Howell: What?

Belos: Canary. I look like the cat that swallowed the canary.

Howell: I once had a very large cat-But not my point. My point is why are you smirking?

Belos: You were watching him. And with great interest, I might add. In fact, I believe you were...Enraptured.

Howell: He’s a leader! I look to him for guidance.

Belos: Oh, I see...

Belos: So what “guidance” did you find in those swaying hips, hmmmm?

Howell: No no no! I wasn’t looking at-! You know, his, hindquarters!

Belos: Certainly.

Howell: I gazed-GLANCED- in that direction- MAYBE! But I wasn’t staring. O-or seeing much of anything, either.

Belos: Of course.

Howell: .... I hate you. You’re a bad person.

Belos: :3

[souldraggedmuses]

@lawfulwittebaby​​ ". . . But it upset my little brother. . . You're--You're right, though. . ."

     “Your brother, the one all in a mood cause of what some random generator said?  Look, if he’s gonna get upset about something, he needs to pick something real.  Not something that changes like.  Daily.  Cut the fakey-fake bullshit and get to the root of it.  Don’t get yourself down cause of this.  Anxiety is hell on your skin.”

[0rainy0muses0-moved]

~ ~ 🕸 ~ ~ For @lawfulwittebaby​ | The Owl House Verse

    He’s mostly stuck to the forests since coming here; the tall trees and strange wildlife more familiar and comforting than a town filled with people ever could be. Even if the people here are strange compared to what he’s used to seeing. There were a few dotted around his mountain---always a good source of food people in the winter, when travelers became scarce or other supplies were needed.

    Thoughts of that life are ones he tries not to dwell on, but ends up doing so anyways. How can he not? His soul is stained black with the blood and crimes committed so thoughtlessly and selfishly. A healthy body in exchange for humanity; a deal he would never recommend to anyone.

    The demon doesn’t know what to make of the man he accidentally stumbled across in his walking. He looks...human; not a pointy ear or other strange feature in sight. Smells human as well, the scent bringing conflicting sensations of hunger and nausea that make a perpetually empty stomach heave and roil painfully. One bone white hand trimmed in teal travels up to tangled locks of lilac, a relatively smooth section chosen and wound around a digit nervously.

    Maybe if he says nothing, does nothing, the human will leave. If he lives here, on these odd Isles, then he must be used to seeing equally odd people all the time. Yes yes; the human will go away soon and leave Rui to his lonesome once more.

    It’s for the best.

[mirrcredgcld-moved]

@lawfulwittebaby​: ☰

✦ 🐦︎ ✦ Send ☰ to find my muse trapped in a cage. --- Accepting

    The Conformatorium is a place that Noel’s feared since he was a child. Many a nanny and tutor alike threatened to send him to this dismal place if they were upset with him for any reason. ( Especially his Abominations tutor, the asshole )

    Still...he never thought he’d actually be thrown in here, until he was caught by a group of guards while helping Luz and King to escape capture themselves. He just barely had the time to send Rascal literally flying before he was tackled.

    He’s pretty sure a few ribs are broken, as every movement brings shooting pain and his breaths are shallow. Noel knows he won’t be here for long, eventually Belos will send for him, and the thought makes him nauseous with dread. Just as he’s working himself up for a well deserved cry, there’s a tapping on his bars.

    Noel looks over and his eyes widen, a wave of relief crashing over him.

    “Dad!!!”

[sonorusgloom]

Send ☰ to find my muse trapped in a cage.

@lawfulwittebaby​

☰

Follow the trail of what looked like pitch black liquid, marks leading up to a cage with one Beast softly growling. If one were to inspect him then they would notice that his side looks to be injured, a steady drip of that same black liquid as light reflects it ever so slightly. 

The Beast would not say wither or not the one’s who captured them were clever on their success or it was pure luck that they managed to capture the Beast at all. If it were luck then it surely ran out as the one’s who done this was no where to be found. Though if one were to look closely at the woods there are a few new trees that were not there before.

Who ever has found the creature hasn’t gotten Beast attention just yet. All of his is wrapped up in figuring out how to break this vexing cage he’s found himself in.

[pureiimagination]

@lawfulwittebaby​ sent: ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ 10000/10 really enjoying your Raine content

Send me a ‘★’ if you actually like my blog. Takes a second, means a lot.

aakjfdkasfkads thank you!! I’m so glad you are, though! I always worry if I’m lowkey overdoing it with them ngl. LOL But, sending all my love back to you, though!!

[currupted-starlight]

🎭🎭🎭🎭

SEND 🎭 AND I’LL TELL YOU A USELESS FACT ABOUT MY MUSE {Accepting}

"Ok, I'm really good at parkour and I have a little routine I do in the woods around the house every morning. I can play the guitar, my middle name is Ávila, aaaaaand my favorite type of candy is rock candy!"

[ppw-rp-hub]

🎭🎭🎭

1. Her favorite colors are green, yellow and pink

2. She takes hikes, runs, walks regularly and uses many different paths through forests around Bonesborough.

3. She has begun to carry a few glyphs on hand from Luz such as the light and the plant spells for emergencies

[bornspellcaster]

⏰👤!!!

FIRST MEETING

Inquisitive eyes looked into the gaping maw of the reptilian-esque looking monster, never minding the needle sharp fangs poised to literally bite off his head as he just…peered inside the cavern that was the beast’s mouth.

“This is simply remarkable!” Philip exclaimed, nearly starry eyed amidst the danger as he examined the creature. “Goodness, its uvula is the size of my head! And look at its golden eyes, they practically sparkle! It—ack!!”

That’s when Howell leaped onto the man, tackling him down into the auburn tinged grass right when the voracious jaws slammed shut. “Philip, what are you thinking?! You could have…!”

He trailed off when the serpentine form began to move across the grass towards them, dragging its heavy form. Howell shot an arm in front of his younger brother reflexively and shoved him behind him, another hand fumbling into the grass until he found a merger stick as a line of defence. “Stay behind me.”

The large beast let out a snarl of rage, its scaly tail striking out like a whip and knocking the oldest Wittebane off his feet.

“HOWIE!!”

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As the monster reared up to lunge, it suddenly flinched back with a screech as flames scorched and blackened the scales of its stomach. Howell backed up into Philip, watching a strange tiny red blur as it attacked the creature, magical blow after blow falling upon its body until finally the monster retreated back towards its lair.

At last the tiny form landed on all fours within the grass, a flounce of brown fabric and puffed sleeves draping her miniature form. Mismatched eyes peered toward the strange men, glowing a crimson and eerie yellow. Her hair, or lack there of, was made up of turquoise hands. Fingers curled away from her eyes as her ponytail, also some form of a hand, hung over her back. Large ears were piqued with curiosity and suspicion towards the strange newcomers.

…And she was only given a second before she found one of the two men rushing up to her and scooping her into his arms.

“Oh Howie, she’s so cute!”

“Philip, you can’t just run up and do that!” His brother’s frenzied voice chastised as he rushed out of the thicket. “Personal space!” He winced as a sharp ‘slap!’ cracked into the air, the youngest Wittebane yelping as he dropped the furious little ‘animal’ into the grass.

She was now holding a wooden spoon and the sore brother had a red oval print branding his cheek. “That kind of behaviour will get you killed around here, boy!” the woman hissed as she pocketed her spoon.

Howell brushed a soothing hand over the inflamed mark on his brother’s cheek, pursing his lips in both disapproval and sympathy as he rubbed the sore mark. “I’m sorry for that,” he told the woman. “Thank you for saving us.”

She nodded curtly and trailed her eyes to the sky when a rumble sounded. Her brows furrowed in visible alarm. “It’s going to rain…that’s not good.”

“Ah, we’ll have to find some means of shelter,” Howell sighed and he watched a couple rain drops fall, trepidation building when he noted the droplets seemed to…be steaming. “That’s…not normal.”

Philip leaned right in to watch the hot water drip down a blade of grass. “How extraordinary! This realm has weather anomalies! I wonder what else this place has…OW!!” Philip suddenly screeched as a drop of water singed through his jacket. Howell rushed over in alarm. “It’s burning!”

“Hot rain? How is this even possible?!”

“The boiling rains,” the woman responded, her expression grim as she watched the two brothers. There was another shriek as the youngest was scorched again and she sighed heavily. Such peculiar boys…she’d never seen anything of the like. They certainly weren’t witches, but the rounded ears did give her pause. Were they the creatures known as ‘humans’?

“Ow! Howie, w-we need to get out of here!” Well they certainly weren’t going to survive a single night out here, and she wasn’t cruel enough to leave two bumbling idiotic children out to boil.

“Hurry along!” she told the two as she started quickly up a dirt path leading through a trail of winding trees. “My cottage is just up ahead!”

Howell was trying and failing to shield his brother and himself from the stinging droplets beginning to pick up in volume. “How do we know if we can trust you?”

“You don’t, but if you stay out here, you two will boil,” the woman pointed out as she started trekking faster. “It’s up to you both.”

With little time to weigh his options as Philip cried out again, Howell hastily scooped his brother up into his arms and shrouded his jacket around him, chasing after the woman. “Sorry, we never even caught your name. I’m Howell Wittebane, and this is my little brother, Philip Wittebane.”

The little woman let a flicker of a smile cross her stern countenance, despite herself. “You may call me Kikimora.”

She supposed she could find worse company…

[bornspellcaster]

He has to wrap his arms around himself to try and calm down how upset he’s gotten, quivering slightly in angry emotion. “Well maybe I’m fuelled by that too. Besides, it isn’t as if I’m agreeing to him killing the wench. But from what I know of her and how she treats her other children…”

“…Sometimes people are too far gone to be saved…” he whispers softly, looking away. Although he’s speaking in the context of Odalia, he subconsciously seems to be thinking of something else, and the person he knows he becomes to Hunter.

bornspellcaster​:

His younger brother is torn himself between feeling ashamed and feeling furious. “We’re reasoning with child abusers now? Is that how you would have handled it with Father and Mother any time they…”

A glassy, traumatized look comes to his eyes before he tries to dismiss it. “You…even told Kiki once she had permission to do whatever she wanted to our parents when she learned what they did! Why have you changed that mindset now with this heinous woman, especially when it’s concerning your own kid?”

Or is he the person that’s changed?

The man has to really hold himself back from saying how he’s had a lot of time to think in that darkness he was stuck in for years. But he manages to somehow stop himself, self control great as ever. “People change all the time, Philip. I don’t agree with what she said and did either. She should not have done that.”

“But I also do not agree with responding to it by harming her. What I said back then was fueled by pure emotion. Right now I’m thinking based on what’s the best example to set for Hunter. That kid has only known violence and needs to be taught that things can be handled other ways.”

[abomination-stati0n]

@lawfulwittebaby

"Oh Sweetling, if you wanted to see-" He smirked. Chestnut skin began to melt away into varying hues of purple.

"All you needed to do was ask~." Soon his form twisted, turned, and doubled in size till he was towering over the other. A flirtatious look on his face as he gazed down at his little lover.

Darius is going to brandish his sword in one hand, and scoop Howell up effortlessly in the other. Cradling him and gently as could be to his chest, which felt both strong and solid, yet warm and liquid at the same time.

"H̜͚͕̺̹̲e̪̻l̵͖̜l̟͔̮͔o͎̩̹ ͞D̹̘͞a̪͍̟ͅr̜͉̘̥̜̤̜l̹͚̼͡ͅi̘̦͍n͖͞g̦̮͎̤̼̪͝~̪"

[distressedgold]

@lawfulwittebaby

“Here, based on what I’ve observed with your interactions with Head Witch Darius, I think this will match your complexion around him much better than that.” Belos commented as he handed Howell a bright red, old fashioned dress shirt.

[souldraggedmuses]

@lawfulwittebaby​ asked: Howell stares at the scythe in his hands, trying to get used to just holding it while careful not to hurt anyone. The only weapon he has ever held and used when he was alive is a bow and arrow. "Ermmm, how exactly did you get used to this whole... Grim Reaper stuff?" // Grim Reaper au @ Kravitz!!

    There’s a slight exhale from Kravitz- despite not needing to actually breathe, mimicking it was a habit he never broke.  Hand pressed against his chin as he thought.  “Well it was all pretty sudden for me to start.  One moment I’m, well… dying… the next moment I’m sat before a goddess of death as she explains the whole deal.  I had to get used to it pretty… well, pretty fast from there.  And at the start I just let the power tell me what to do and when- which might work pretty well for you to begin with.  The guidance the power gives is pretty direct; Shepherd the dead, hunt down necromancers, and bring the undead back to the Astral Plane.  It’s a rhythm, one that I used for quite a while.  At least until I got the hang of it myself.  After that I could add my own little flair.”

    He stands from his chair, walking over behind Howell and using his hands to carefully adjust the other’s stance and grip.  “Scythes are pretty bulky weapons, you’ll feel yourself wanting to swing it with a lot of force.  But you need to trust that it will do what you want.  That it is just another part of the Raven Queen’s power that is now in you.  Once you get the hang of that it’ll feel much lighter, and you’ll be able to swing it easy.”