#ragwitch

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The witches 🫐✨️ [REFS]

All the ocs in this ref collection are technically witches in one way or another xD And I have more witch ocs, but.... they'll show up later. >:} Witches/magic plays an important role in my stories!

⚠️(TW: Vent(?)/random yapping) ⚠️

Tbh, I was nervous to post these bc... ppl have been mean/weird to me abt these ocs,,.. tho I love them all dearly. EACH of them have lore, and they are not as simple as they seem! Still, it rlly hurt when ppl insulted my designs and made weird assumptions and etc. Due to that, im gonna keep the comments off for these posts <:<

These are acutally some of my FAVORITE ocs yet, and I've had a blast writing them!! It just kinda sucked that they got insulted before I could ever even share their lore. 🥲💔

[bookquote2]

First, he thought, I am all alone in a forest. I have no idea where it is, as I got here by walking through a fire. - The Ragwitch by Garth Nix

[violet-yimlat]

Behold! The glorious mess which is my reading pile. Happy to discuss any book from any series that you see here, unless this is going to be my first time reading the book in question. I’ll note it beside the titles. From top to bottom, we have;

Dante’s Divine Comedy

The Cay

Blood brothers

Stone cold

Shade’s children

Paradise lost + paradise regained

A ballad of songbirds and snakes

The rangers apprentice

the extremely inconvenient adventures of Bronte Mettlestone

How to cheat a dragon’s curse

Giant

The Shepard’s crown

Zo and the forest of secrets

Midnighters

Making Money

Grim tales

Neverwhere

The northern lights

The subtle knife

The amber spyglass

Chime seekers

Nura and the immortal palace

Life of Pi

Frostheart 2 (can’t remember name )

Terciel & Elenor

The hobbit

Face like glass

The light fantastic

How to twist a dragon’s tail

Kay’s anatomy

Happy here

Gullstruck island

The graveyard book

Charmed life

The hunger games

The borrowers

A hero’s guide to deadly dragons

The ragwitch

The unraveller

Sabriel

Truckers

Diggers

Wings

Surface detail

The left hand of darkness

Which way to anywhere

Carter beats the devil

Mortal engines

Violet Veil and a case of grave danger

Catching fire

Kat Wolfe investigates

The wolf wilder

Liriel

[twinnedpeaks]

yoooo hows it going? whats the last movie u watched and last book u read?

yoo its not going my friend hbu? i last watched glass onion and my last book was the ragwitch by garth nix

[dresupi]

Gingerbread Hot Chocolate - Bucky/Darcy

For: @ragwitch Pairing:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis Prompt: Gingerbread Hot Chocolate Rating: T

"They're going to love you, don't worry!"  Darcy gushed, linking her arm through Bucky's and pulling him up the snowy walk towards her parents' home. "Anyone who makes me slow down is aces in their book, I promise!"

"You seem so sure about that, doll… but I think you're forgetting that I'm over a hundred years old and up until recently, public enemy number one." Bucky reached up to straighten the tie he'd insisted on wearing. A tie and a sweater vest and a brand new haircut.  Basically, he'd told the stylist to do anything to make him not look like a hundred-year-old assassin.

Darcy shot him a look, one that warmed his heart almost to the melting point. "I think we'll be fine. It's obvious I adore you. And I'm super picky, so I think they'll overlook most of your sharp edges. Besides, they're my parents. I should know what to expect more than you, James." She punctuated by poking him square in the chest. A poke which turned into a full-palm caress of his pecs.

He caught her hand before it could go any further. "No matter who I am, I'm pretty sure your parents don't want us groping each other on their porch…" he said with a smirk, lacing their fingers and pulling her hand down between them as they continued to walk.

"We haven't rung the doorbell yet…" she reminded him. A little heat in her voice that made him go against his better judgment and slip his hand behind her head, pulling her close for an open-mouthed kiss that was extremely promising until her mother opened the door.

"I thought I heard someone out here-- oh!" Mrs. Lewis stopped in the middle of her thought and chuckled a little before pushing the door closed. "Don't mind me, just ring the bell when you're finished…"

Bucky's face blazed red with embarrassment as Darcy didn't even try to choke back a laugh.

[bloomsoftly]

@ragwitch replied to your photo “lads, i climbed a fucking mountain ⛰ ⛰ (at Carrauntoohil)”

You know your friend has gone full Irish when she shifts from 'ya'll' to 'lads'

I’m ashamed to admit that I didn’t even consider using ‘y’all’ instead of ‘lads.’ I’m a horrible Texan.

[wunderlass]

One of the very coolest mutuals

why are you all so wrong?

[freudensteins-monster]

Command the Moon, It Will Come Down by @ragwitch​ (x) a Tasertorch Practical Magic AU

Darcy Lewis, aka ‘one of those Romanova witches out on the cliff’ lives on Swans Island and has been dreaming of Johnny Storm and his warm hands since she was twelve years old.

If only he wasn’t such a horrible ass.

[shieldshockfanfic]

ShieldShock Image Set from @shieldshockfanfic​

inspired by

Flufftastic ShieldShock Fanfiction from @ragwitch​

7. ‘I’m on a long term mission to find the best possible pumpkin spice latte. Wanna hop along?’

[sachertortes]

4. What is your zodiac sign? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 63. Biggest fear? 100. Color of your room?

4. What is your zodiac sign?

I’m an Aquarius! :D

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

Nope. (Or maybe I have and they’ve just been very, very good at that ‘secret’ part of secret admirer.)

63. Biggest fear?

Mediocrity.

100. Color of your room?

Currently it’s 90s sea-foam green from the previous people who lived here. I’ve thought about repainting but the thought of moving the furniture around and putting down canvas over the carpet makes me tired already lol.

[anniemar]

I assume you get funky to early 90s hip hop.

TRUTH OH HALE YEAH. I like to listen to it in the kitchen at work. Keeps everything positive ;-) And Shoop by Salt N Peppa is my anthem. 

[aenariasbookshelf]

So, I’m going to go ahead and blame @ragwitch and her absolutely wonderful story Command the Moon It Will Come Down for why I was a half hour late for work this morning, mmmkay?  I mean, I told everyone it was because an accident backed up traffic on the BQE this morning, but really, we all know the truth.

*rolls around in all the story feels*

And I’m also blaming you for me now wanting to dive back into that Darcy/Johnny ABOverse wip I started ages back and let lay fallow since...

[leftennant]

ragwitch replied to your post “so anyway…here’s some personal shit…[[MOR] stuff that has happened...”

fuck cancer <3 love you! lemme know if there's anything i can to do to help/contribute/ease

did i ever tell you how awesome you are?  you are the best. <3<3<3

[paranoidwino]

Glitter, ponies, and rare myths!

OH MY GOD PONIES.

AND RARE MYTHS. 

I mean *coughs* Offering accepted. 

[dresupi]

‘Down’ - Bucky/Darcy/Steve

Ship:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers For:  @ragwitch Song:  'Down' by Harry Nilsson (1971) Word Count: 708

She was the prettiest girl Bucky had ever seen. He was pretty sure Steve felt the same way, given how his eyes had nearly leapt from their sockets for the sheer pleasure of following her as she walked across the room.

He'd seen her before. She worked closely with Ms. Potts. With Tony. In the vicinity of himself and Steve, but their paths had never crossed. Not before today.

And certainly not under these circumstances.

No, Darcy Lewis hadn't ever materialized in his life outside of the Avengers complex. Not in a hoity-toity bar in Williamsburg that he and Steve only frequented because it was near their place. Definitely not in a floor-length black dress with heels and a slit cut to exactly there.

She was overdressed for this particular bar, but the look on her face told him she didn't give a shit, and Bucky knew better than to bring anything like that up. Just wasn't polite.

"We should tell her we're here," he mumbled towards Steve. Or he would have, if Steve hadn't floated out of his damn chair and across the floor towards the bar.

Bucky sighed and rose from the booth they'd staked out in the corner, he dropped the tip on the table and followed Steve. Still not a lick of sense in that punk's thick head.

Steve approached her from the wrong side and kind of hovered in her periphery like a big dumb moth fluttering around a porch light.

He rolled his eyes because it was sad how rusty they both were when it came to talking up dames.

"Speak now or speak later, creep," Darcy levelled over her shoulder in Steve's general direction. "If you choose later, it'll be a few octaves higher. I have four-inch heels and I'm not afraid to use them."

Bucky huffed out a laugh, amused at the way Steve's face immediately reddened. "Darcy, it's me. Steve?"

"Oh... Steve?" She whirled in her stool and looked him up and down. "If you're here, where's--" She cast that icy blue gaze around until it locked on Bucky.  The corner of her mouth quirked up.  "There you are."

Bucky felt something warm spread out through his limbs and he shifted his weight, jamming one hand in his pockets. "You looked alone."

"There's that sniper's eye for ya," Darcy teased, drumming her fingertips on the bar surface. "Can't get anything past you, can I?"

He didn't know what to say, so he just grinned and shrugged, glancing down at his feet.

"Sorry about the 'creep' thing," she said, directed mostly to Steve. "Just got done having half a date with a dude who made my creepometer go haywire, so I was just trying to cover my bases."

"Half a date?" Steve asked, raising his eyebrows in that cute quizzical way he had. It was the same look that made women want to help give him directions. Lost puppy. Hell, it worked on Bucky half the time, so he wasn't about to begrudge him for continuing to use it.

"Meaning it started, he creeped me out, so I left before the food came…" Darcy said with a half smile. "I came here so I could be sure he wouldn't follow me home and like… kill me or whatever…"

Bucky frowned, glancing around the bar. "What's he look like?"

"Don't worry about it, he's not here. He's probably not a killer, but you never know these days, ya know?"

"Yeah," Bucky admitted, still glancing around cautiously. "Darce, you need us to escort you home?"

"If you want," she said, swinging one of her legs. "Or you could… you know… finish the half of a date. Also if you want." She raised her eyebrows a little, giving them an out if they wanted it.

"But if it's just half a date, and there are two of us, wouldn't that make it a quarter of a date each?" Steve quipped, surprising even Bucky with his candor.

Darcy laughed. "I suppose it would. So what do you say, fellas? Help a girl out? Quarter of a date?"

Chuckling, Bucky moved a little closer. "I'm game if Steve is."

"Awesome." Darcy reached for her purse. "I was promised dancing, so let's shake a leg, guys."