we-the-witch

[we-the-witch]

* interview the writer

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master? 

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story 

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

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[cont with @cursedfortune]

The trip was not easy. A week of barely any pause, say for rationing the little water and food they brought. Far too little for a trip like this - and from the forest they would take nothing. Not yet. It all felt so... other from the rest of the world. So many similarities, yet so very different. What did it remind them of?

They knew how to walk through a forest, how to spot the hunting grounds of a beast and avoid them, how to leave little to no trace where they walked. It was like second nature, even if they hadn't done anything like this since they were a child.

Unbeknownst to them, there was also an invisible hand guiding them. A blessing long dormant finally awakened. It made their steps just that little bit quieter, their scent that little less noticeable. A gentle ward placed on them so long ago that it might have faded against the rest of their energy to those of even better skill in magic.

"I might 'ave tried my hand if my suspishion that all the people I spoke to were stupid enough to get tricked and you proved t' be a fake," they answered casually, welcoming the offer for a seat. They were tired after traveling for so long. "The last seven days and... I don' even know how many miles disproved the last part of that. Haven't tested how smart they ackshually are."

They watched the witch work as they spoke, reaching behind them for the revolver stashed at their back. They didn't intend to shoot her - only opened the cylinder and took out the two bullets they had left, each with a different name carved onto them, in full view were she to look in their direction. They kept the bullets in their pocket and placed the gun in the bag they brought with them. From the same bag they would produce a small carboard box, roughly held together with tape.

"I came wantin something else. I need knowledge and I need guidance. Both o' which I would request from you; both o' which I'm willing to trade for." There still some doubt in their voice, hesitation of what information to give and what to keep. A short breath steadied the uncertainty in their being. She was their last resort. It was either this, or nothing.

"Without either I may's well be die now and serve as food for the forest's plants."

No reason to leave a way to turn back.

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"I was told that I was

vital in the plan

to save my life,

So I promised mine in the hopes

I'd be the one holding the knife."

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[Cont with @historically-accurate}

The fact that the stranger left without trying to force to take them with him brought a bit of relief from anxiety to Kit - only for that same anxiety to return when the stranger returned.

Their eyes darted between the cup left on the ground and the stranger that offered it to them almost like a scared animal considering if the risk was worth taking for the food. They were cold. And hungry. But maybe he put something in the drink? Poisoned it maybe? Yet, even from where they were, they could feel the sweet taste of the chocolate. It was alluring.

Eventually they gave in, taking the cup and having a few drinks while holding it close. It was warm - it made them feel warm from the inside. And it was sweet. And they didn't feel sick from drinking it. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

Awakened by the movement, Laila nuzzled closer and poked her head out for a moment, before going back in their coat due to the fact it was still wet outside.

"I... I'd like a 'otel room," they answered sheepishly.

He may be nice, but they were taught to be more careful with strangers no matter how nice they appeared. This way they could get a warm place to stay without having to go in a stranger's home.

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She nodded when he took the glass from between them.

"Gonna make it the last one for t'night. Don't wanna get too drunk."

The game did help get her mind of many of things, getting those gears turning as she dug through her knowledge. It was very welcomed

"...yeah, that might not be somethin to say to the average person... But seems neither of us are average, ya're a 10." she chuckled, clearly joking around this time. It was simply a compliment given, not an attempt at flirting this time.

She did genuinely mean it, but not just because of his looks - he appeared kinder, more considerate and more of a gentleman almost with each word he spoke. It was very rare for them to meet somebody like him these days.

Maybe flirting was off the table, but she didn't necessarily push his offer of a place to see off the table entirely. Sleeping somewhere warm for once would be nice.

"Ah mean, I got equipment to extract blood back home. That's a while away though. Could also d' without, but that's more... messy-" she wiggled her fingers in the air as she said this. "But I don't oughta be messy if I let ya take a nibble. Cause honestly at this point I might let ya in exchange for more questions and that guest bed offer with how late it's gettin'."

Bill was taking the little game in stride. It seemed that it was a fun little diversion after accidentally causing some potential upset. Bill gently took the glass back for the moment, planning to refill it given that he had essentially asked a question.

"Another?" he asked. Of course, it never hurt to actually check first, "Ah, you were close enough for me, and you gave some jolly good guesses, some interesting ones."

But then he laughed a little bit.

"I suppose that is true," Bill said, "But I don't think most ladies like a man telling them they have an interesting scent about them, human or not."

A knowing grin crept onto his face then.

"Yep!" Bill said. He didn't have the heart to say it was also the physical age difference. He had dated plenty of mortals before, but they were all physically older, "I was turned a few days before my 32nd birthday, and that was around 850 years ago. So I'm definitely an old timer at this point."

He looked curious.

"So you can extract your blood by other means, like in a blood donation?" Bill asked, "Oh you don't have to do that for little old me. I get plenty from people."

Perhaps it would be better to just be honest.

"I won't deny that. I did think about taking a little nibble because I was very curious about the scent in your blood. Gently though, I don't want to hurt anyone when I partake," Bill said, "Well, unless they're a real piece of work, but you're definitely not that from what I've gathered of you. But then I became sympathetic on hearing about what you've been through and I knew I ought to be keeping my teeth to myself. I'm not a complete brute."

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"C'mon. I'll show ya 'round."

She made a small gesture with her hand, and with a skip she was already leading Joshua towards the coffee shop she mentioned before.

Her attention was caught about his observation. It was in her nature to try and guess more meaning behind one's words.

"Oh? Are ya perhaps a hermit livin' in the forest? Did I 'ave the honour t' be the first to introduce ya back in society?"

Despite her playful demeanor, she was more than a little curious

"I think I would like that very much, actually."

The way the girl smiled was so.. charming. Something about the way her lips curled, the glint of her teeth, the rose of her cheeks.. it was like looking at his niece again, so soft and sweet and full of light.

It was interesting, how Yeshua could see pieces of his family in everyone he met.

"You know, it's.. nice. to make a new friend. It's been a while since I found myself somewhere new."

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3 am thoughts with Naiad: One thing that I am pondering wether I should properly explore or not is Witch's love for their abuser.

It is not an easy subject at all to tackle, and while I don't necessarily fear I wouldn't treat it with the seriousness and mindfulness it should be approached, I also feel it might paint Witch's story in a very different light to new people.

The line of thought of "this character should kill their abuser" is a very valid, but its not something Witch would normally do, not in the right state of mind.

The closest moment they ever got to harming Father Gabriel was during the ceremony that was supposed to "wash away the filth and give birth to the Goddess", where Witch got close to drowning.

There is a twisted form of love that Witch feels for Father Gabriel. He was the first person, the first human to give them s place to feel like home. The guiding hand that didn't strike — at the very least at first. The first figure that Witch could rely on to be vulnerable.

It's fucking disgusting, but that's the point: that even after all these years, and all the anger and frustration and vile things said and thought, emotions are still there. Positive ones. Father Gabriel was there in the formative years of a fragmented person — not in the sense of a fragmented mind or soul or Dissociative Identity Disorder literally fragmenting their memories. Just a child that didn't knew who they were, what they were, and what they might want to become.

Father Gabriel saw Witch in a malleable state and thus worked to shape them in his image.

He succeeded in one aspect.

He made them love him. And he made that love very strong.

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With the new blog pretty done, I just have to redo crystals-and-claws and we-the-witch, which will have to be left for tomorrow as I will be heading out for work soon. After that I will be getting back to everyone I owe responses to, both IC and OOC

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“I’m afraid of dming them” this “I’m socially anxious/awkward” that

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY FOR ME TO SPAWN IN YOUR DMS FOR NO REASON. JUST TO BE SILLY GOOFY!! IM SOCIAL IM A YAPPER I JUST DONT WANT TO SCARE YALL!!

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The Compendium of Muses

Independent Multimuse OC blog

18+ only, as both slight sexual and generally NSFW themes will be present

Both canon and OCs are welcomed

Working mostly through original lore of both fey and eldritch

Manifested by Naiad

Following back from @the-snowy-river

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🍑 send my muse “Someone, somewhere has failed you miserably. You were supposed to be loved, protected and cared for but you never were.“ for their reaction.

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Imo, when dealing with a story in which power is measured in an individual manner and actually matters, the more powerful a character is, the better for the narrative it is to give them a hard magic system so that the parts of their kit that can be exploited are clearer. No matter the role of the character in the story, protagonist, antagonist, hero, villain or just a side character.

That way the limitations are clear and a hidden ace has more of a chance to actually feel hidden up the sleeve rather than pulled out of the ass crack

I don't say this because I believe anyone should change their powerful muses to be like that. Soft magic systems leave the possibility of a lot more creativity.

I'm saying this because I'll be doing that to my own muses. I'll be remaking the bios, but not the character. Information will just be given in a more consistent and concise manner, and I'll finally get to write biographies properly. Nothing about the muses will change besides minor details

[we-the-witch]

She did attempt to take his reaction to her answers in consideration before giving her finall guess, but it helped little in the end.

"So close..." she muttered, finishing her drink before placing it between the two of them.

She did look slightly defeated when he revealed that she was close to guessing properly. She wasn't exactly looking in people's mouths when they talked and he did confess he had some glamour, so it wasn't surprising she couldn't properly guess.

"It might surprise ya, but it ain't. Woulda just made me think ya were a vamp straight from the start," she explained. "Sold blood t' one that was more recently turned. He was russian, I think. He did say my blood fruity, but I didn't make much of it."

The defeat didn't last long, as dots quickly connected in her mind. "That's why ya said I was too young - ya look barely in your thirsties." That realisation was even more of a boost to her self esteem it seemed, although she didn't realize it until saying it outloud.

"Ya know, if I had my durthers I could pay ya in blood. Not - not cause I want ya t' give me a love mark, I could get some in a proper blood bag."

Phew, he doesn't seem to mind, she thought.

So he most likely knew another witch - or somebody who was very similar to one. That's the least she got from the information he'd given her. There were a lot of similarities between their own work and the work of this 'friend'. She did give him the name of 'Witch' so maybe that is why he was so open about the similarities?

She perked up at his proposal, stopping halfway through another drink. It did sound found to guess.

"Lemme guess-!" she replied quickly, before starting to trail off as she mumbled to herself. As she did, she looked him up and down, stopping and starting to analyze different aspects of his appearance.

"Ya said 'sorry' so ya ain't fey... Air's pretty casual in the room, so no genie or genasi... Can't tell if ya wearin' silver or not, so werewolf's a possibility. Might could be shifter too, maybe? Ya got hair, but not 'nough to be called hairy... There could be glamour hidin' horns and tail of a tiefling, but you mentioned that folk here are welcoming to non-humans."

She mumbled more and more the more she speculated until Bill couldn't understand her anymore. She was listing all sorts of qualities that would disqualify what he could be for a few good minutes. Finally, she paused. She gave the bartender one last look up and down. She concluded with a sigh.

"My best guesses are between a changeling, a vampire or an aasimar. I reckon I need t' be more precise."

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characters with prey animal rage

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"Joy" for Galaxy

Let's go through my muse's memory!

tw for lots of religious imagery (and keep in mind Witch is 15 here)

"Maică*, Maică!" called out one of the children, barely older than five, as he ran past the opened gate, in the field of the church. He smiled like a ray of sunshine as he approached Galaxy Nicoleta. In his hand, he waved his student card. "I did very well on the test thanks to your teaching!"

Nicoleta put aside the religious book** she was studying, smiling as she was shown the proof of the child's excellence. "Bravo!" she exclaimed before pinching the boy's cheeks. "Soon enough you will be as smart as Father Gabriel." Laughter was resisted with laughter, followed by a hug.

"One day I'll join you with Father Gabriel and the others in your trip in the forest!"

"Oh, I am sure you will. But be patient, you'll have to wait ten more years to be as old as I am." With that, she ushered the child back to their parents as the evening ceremony was soon approaching.

Getting prepared herself; Nicoleta took the book she was reading and placed it in her backpack, between the new textbooks the highschool had provided them with that year. Frankly she was just as excited as she was nervous, stalling out getting prepared until last minute.

Nicoleta made her way through the back of the church to enter the sacristy directly, putting their backpack underneath a table before dipping her fingertips in the holy water bowl to splash herself a bit. She hadn't had time to prepare at all before Sister Ana stepped in from the altar.

"Oh, Maică - I apologize for being late," she started, ready to be berated by one of the few people in the church who seemed to have a distaste for their... peculiar situation. She did inhabit the same body as a demon, after all.

"Ah, none of that now," Sister Ana shushed her, oddly warm. "It's a big day for you. Let's get you ready."

It seemed that Father Gabriel did make her be more understandable and amenable. She could hear him giving his teachings to those in the nave, but had no time to properly listen as Sister Ana helped her dress in silk robes of a dark blue, tuck their wilder hair in the apostolnik and then place the starry headpiece*** ontop of her head.

"Now, see- Now you look like a proper goddess. Our goddess." Sister Ana exclaimed in her continued hush tone as she showed Nicoleta a mirror.

And she looked at herself: dressed like the bright night sky; wearing the headpiece as Father Gabriel promised she would wear; holding the book by which all the people in the church swore. One of her students was improving in school, Sister Ana finally treated her as an equal. It was all going wonderfully.

She finally started to feel some sense of pride in her achievement and joy in her heart. A joy she could barely contain as she peeked between the drapes of that separated the sacristy and the altar, watching the dark air and broad shoulders of the pastor who lead this evening's ceremony.

Finally being called forth, she readied herself with a short breath and stepped towards the altar to finally aid Father Gabriel with the ceremony.

* - old fashioned term of referring to one's mother, or in this case, a female in a religious position, often used when referring to a nun.

** - not a bible, but a book written by the pastor of their village's church

*** - specially made headpiece for Galaxy, resembling one of the instruments of Passion; winged stars replacing the spiky thorns

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Phew, he doesn't seem to mind, she thought.

So he most likely knew another witch - or somebody who was very similar to one. That's the least she got from the information he'd given her. There were a lot of similarities between their own work and the work of this 'friend'. She did give him the name of 'Witch' so maybe that is why he was so open about the similarities?

She perked up at his proposal, stopping halfway through another drink. It did sound found to guess.

"Lemme guess-!" she replied quickly, before starting to trail off as she mumbled to herself. As she did, she looked him up and down, stopping and starting to analyze different aspects of his appearance.

"Ya said 'sorry' so ya ain't fey... Air's pretty casual in the room, so no genie or genasi... Can't tell if ya wearin' silver or not, so werewolf's a possibility. Might could be shifter too, maybe? Ya got hair, but not 'nough to be called hairy... There could be glamour hidin' horns and tail of a tiefling, but you mentioned that folk here are welcoming to non-humans."

She mumbled more and more the more she speculated until Bill couldn't understand her anymore. She was listing all sorts of qualities that would disqualify what he could be for a few good minutes. Finally, she paused. She gave the bartender one last look up and down. She concluded with a sigh.

"My best guesses are between a changeling, a vampire or an aasimar. I reckon I need t' be more precise."

"Nah, don't worry about it," Bill said, "I always find it fun to get people interested in me, get them intrigued, get them wondering about who this old man really is."

He chuckled.

"But I just like attention in general," Bill said, "That sounds about right. Sage when it comes to ghosts. Or at least some of the ghosts I know."

But then he listened once more with some intrigue.

"Sounds similar to what my friend does. Although it's not really his main job anymore," Bill replied then, "That's very good of you to do. But yes, sometimes we do have to point someone to a doctor or a proper mage. Someone with more of the know how. The expert rather than a jack of all herbs."

But then he looked thoughtful. She had given him some information about herself that she hadn't needed to share. So perhaps he could return it in kind.

"Would you like to know what I really am? Or perhaps you'd like to try guessing?" Bill then offered, "Then it'll most likely become clear how I knew there was something interesting about you."

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"Just force a-habit, sorry-" she apologized, before adding. "Back when I worked in our own shop, we had t' figure out quickly what t' avoid with customers. Wolfsbane with werewolves, steel with fey, the likes."

The comment about this town being welcoming to both humans and the wide variety of everything else did put her mind at ease somewhat. It'd most likely mean that their work wouldn't be so frowned upon or found suspicious. And they'd blend in easier.

"Ya ain't plumb wrong. Pretty much anythin to treat all sorts of ailments that a doc would be too expensive for; things for folk to take better care of their house an' animals with - 'long with protection against jinxes and givin' small 'blessings'."

She took a drink from the glass, pausing to recall what else they served.

"Though it all got as big as a hill of beans in face of actual magic and serious illness. For that we either sent ya to a doc or a proper mage."

Bill could understand that reaction a lot. The idea of love potions always grossed him out, and Leofric would express disgust and anger if he was ever asked to make one back when he was more well known as a herbalist.

But then he chuckled.

"Good to hear. It means I didn't use a drink on what could have been an obvious one," Bill said, "Right, nothing related to churches or covens. Got it."

A knowing smile crept across his lips when she took a closer look at him. Trying to pinpoint what he might be. He would tell in time, if it came to that, then he would reveal that was why her blood had caught his attention.

"Got you interested, didn't I?" he joked, before he took a moment to think about his next question, "Heh, well, I've watched my best friend escort problematic visitors out of the hospital he guards before, but I would like to see a werewolf dragging out some asshole too. This city is kind of a hotspot for us 'interesting' folks and humans to co-exist peacefully."

Bill took another moment, but then a question came to mind.

"What kind of potions do you make and sell then? Potions to heal? Potions to improve vitality? Or am I completely off the mark?"