#witchsker

[ofarson]

@witchsker  /  ❤️’d !

          “  if it wasn’t meant to be charred to ash, then why the fuck was it not flame retardant ?!  yeah !  take that !  ”

[dizzyizzyharper]

@witchsker​ has a bird to deal with

More cats. Lovely. Why hadn’t Juan mentioned how many feline oriented monsters were at this school? First the catpitalist and now this one... well it was less feline looking than the shopkeeper... and taller than Juan. Was Juan just a small, magical latino cat? Was it truly that much of honest advertising?

Either way, this person wasn’t Juan. Whoever they were, the bird didn’t want trouble. She just wanted to rummage around in the dumpster behind the school and see what interesting things she could find. Wicker was cawing at the stranger, a defensive warning to chill out and back off.

“Can I help you with somethin’? Or are you with the cat that took my stuff earlier this week?”

[beelzebugger]

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---- Welcome to lunchtime, Doll. Bustling as usual, monsters chatting shit back and forth across the cafeteria, some sitting by their lonesome, others crowded around one table... generally a chaotic time. Whether this catgirl witch was enjoying the surrounding nonsense or not, she made a very ‘fatal’ ‘mistake’ today, by sitting at this very specific table.

      “ Oi, OI! ”

      Calls out a somewhat raspy voice, the hum of beating wings soon filling the air as a ‘new’ face enters the fray. Raven-colored, fuzzy skin, compound red eyes, four slender arms, and a jagged-looking maw. Some kind of insectoid monster, clearly. She hovers for a second, before sitting down at the edge of the tabletop, kicking one leg up over the other and giving a little glare down at Doll.

      “ This Zzzzilque’s table, zzztupid. ”

      As if she wasn’t already asserting herself enough, she just flat-out leans over and snatches up whatever Doll had been eating, then proceeds to unhinge her jaw and down it all in one gulp. Gee, thanks, asshole. Way to make a warm and welcoming first impression...

[brainsorwhatever]

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“C’mon Doll, I’m sorry!” Brian  sounded apologetic, sitting on a school desk behind Doll, as a sleeping teacher was in front of them. Today was going to be a biology class on how to dissect a frog and... well... Brian sort of ate the Witch’s amphibian, forcing the both of them to get on detention for devouring school property. “I didn’t have lunch today, and that frog was being a dick.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’m having a bit of acid reflux, so I really shouldn’t have eaten that frog.” Brian was genuinely sorry for doing this, he should’ve gone for his own frog so only he got detention, but... Brian especifically hated Doll’s stupid  wannabe lizard but lamer and slimier. 

[atropaanimus]

“You’re all welcome my dears. You’re allowed to touch the artwork.”

[archivalwrite]

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brian lay flat on his back at he stared up towards the sky. a grey hue of clouds lingering about, but not enough to completely mask the sun shining behind them. though it looked clear that it wanted to rain, though the zombie didn’t seem to care about the weather right now. 

school was technically in session but, meh it wasn’t a class he cared about. and besides, sometimes laying about was easier than getting up and going to class. 

or maybe it was because some of his limbs has been removed and tossed about during one of the recess raves and he was just too lazy to go gather them again. 

[statcheckd]

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---- Average lunchtime. Chatter all around, room very loud, probably some shenanigans going on at some far-flung table. The usual. However, Doll could probably feel something sniffing around at her feet after a while... and no, it was MUCH too small to be Scott.

      A snow-white ‘pomeranian’, with softly glowing markings trailing down it’s body. There seemed to be a sword attached to it’s back, and a little halo above it’s head. All of that was secondary information to the primary tidbit though!

      It’s begging for food with a dumb little ‘smile’ on it’s face.

[howlout]

@witchsker​ said: " Hey, if you want, I can keep you company 'til this is over? I live by the woods, so you'd have somewhere to get all that energy out. "

━     " Better idea, keep me company before the shift begins? ” A small smile. Right, he’s going to have to keep a mental note to make it far off from her home before the fury kicks in. 

“ I get a little anxious ya know. Nightfall isn’t for another hour or so. Lemme make us some hot chocolate and a movie. You’re gonna have to tell me what happens when I come back too though! ”

[eoleolhan-a]

@witchsker​ sent: [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger // uh oh !! | word prompts compilation

Tea with a friend was always a welcome way to spend an afternoon. The warm mid-day sunlight streamed in through the window and its sheer white curtains, picturesque in its glow. Jin carefully placed a very full, very hot teapot in the centre of the table.

“I hope you like this one,” he said, “I brought it from home. The taste is a bit strong but it’s quite popular.”

Beneath the teapot was a cold stone plate, carved from hard mountain rock from the 2nd Circle. In fact, it seemed all of the cups and the teapot itself were carved from this same slate grey stone. The tea, when poured into each cup, was a deep, transluscent red. The scent of something warm and earthy like cinnamon and cloves filled the air between them. He gently slid her cup towards her.

Before he could warn her, a hand reached to grab the drink. With a swift, worried movement he practically leaped forward, his hand quickly atop the cup’s open top. “Wait! It needs to cool down first. You could get burned. The teacup feels cold, but trust me, this is quite literally hot as hell right now. If I didn’t pour it now it would take ages to be drinkable for someone who isn’t a demon.”

[mnstrss]

@witchsker​ asked: “They feared witchin’ far too much for that.”

Old Gods of Appalachia Starters || No Longer Accepting

“And where did that get them?” Sawyer hoped it only brought them nothing but pain. To them it was a worthy retribution for those that let cowardice lead them instead of intrigue. Yet they had a feeling this story wouldn’t end so nicely. Perhaps it was their simple pessimism or a feeling or dread they picked up on in the air. Something just told them to prepare for this story to end poorly. Still they hung off Doll’s every word wanting to stick with this tale until the very end. “Lost ‘em a good friend. I can tell that much.”

[clydesgod]

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“Yooooo are you a catgirl? That’s awesome. Like your style too, are you one of those ‘lolitas’ I hear about?”

[ofarson]

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[dizzyizzyharper]

“This is a pretty hard-core origin story.”

Izzy had told the story only a few times, but she lived it. It wasn’t really hard-core to her, but, the sentiment felt nice at least. “Eh, it’s just how life dealt me cards.”

Wicker cawed, pecking away at some fresh fish that Izzy was smoking. Nothing like good fish jerky to sustain you through a week of unknown meal times. Doll showing up wasn’t expected, perhaps it was the fish? Was that speciest to assume all cat-like individuals liked fish or were drawn to it?

“But yeah... no parents, ‘cept bein’ raised by a flock o’ ravens. Got fuckin’ picked up by one of the only harpies not to try and kill me... fuck the banished Paradise Harpies to hell an’ back. Been wanderin’ on me own ever since.”

Wicker cawed dejectedly. “Sorry, just Us. Me and my great, great nephew.”

“So...” Izzy checked on the food, making sure the wood was burning appropriately. “What’s your deal?”

[beelzebugger]

---- @witchsker​ said: hey silque! say "peanuts" without the t :)

---- She knows exactly what’s going on here. Some catgirl tells her to do something dumb, she ends up saying ‘penis’, the entire school laughs. If there’s one thing Silque doesn’t do, it’s comply. Or rather, she will, but you should never expect anything less than malicious compliance. Giving a shitty little smirk in Doll’s direction, the insect-girl opens her mouth, and... speaks.

      “ Pee-newzzzzz. ” No one ever said she had to pronounce it correctly!

[atropaanimus]

@witchsker​  for a time at home

Doll was a curious one. Milo hadn’t probed too much into their life, but one of magic such as herself was bound to find something, taking advantage of the reaper’s little offer like this. Where else was anyone capable of finding the most unique and curious of items and creatures? Well they were all dead creatures, but that's besides the point.

“If you wish to take anything, you’ll have to ask of course. The garden doesn’t take well to those unkind to it.” A smile, hiding a threat or a warning? Either way, it was only fair to mention it. Not many were permitted into the abode of such a fabulous reaper, especially when it came to contrast their otherwise lavish life.

“If it’s too warm, cold, dark or light I can adjust that too.”

Milo was master of the realm after all. “Oh, and do let me know if you feel lightheaded at any point. This place has an effect on the more mortal.”

[howlout]

      ━   " Still! Ever wasn’t too long away, so I got some catching up to do. ” He’s competitive in all realms clearly even dating. Absolutely he will sweep her off her feet ( note to self: not actually sweeping her feet ) and woo her and .. be the very best boy! Yes! Only the bestest boy! It’s all he can offer he figures. He’s not the most clever or witty.

Scott gives a squeeze back; big werewolf paws gentle with her far petite. Tail wags excitedly behind him.

“ You’re going to get my 100%! No, uh, two 100 percents! ” That’s 200, Scott. Hopefully his genuinity wins her over in comparison to lack of math skills. “ I’ll be your all around good boy! ”

x @witchsker​