The Witches Cauldron

INFP | ♏ Sun | ♉️ Moon | ♏️ Rising | 25 Welcome to the realm where I weave stories and breathe life into original creations, shaping new worlds from the threads of familiar ones. Here, my love for the craft flows like ancient magics, and the things I cherish are celebrated and transformed. Come, partake in this enchanted space, and share in the bounty of imagination.

[anna-the-undertaker]

Make Thine Offering

Request status: CLOSED

Please read first!!!

I reserve the right to refuse or ignore requests that make me uncomfortable.

I'm open to writing a wide range of themes, from the light-hearted and romantic to darker, more intense subjects like death, murder, gore, horror, and body horror. However, certain topics require careful consideration. Requests involving sensitive subjects such as SA, physical/emotional/mental abuse, and trauma will be evaluated based on the severity and context. If I do choose to write about these themes, they will be handled with care and not overly detailed, particularly in the case of SA.

Please note: I will not write scenarios involving any of the demons, angels, or Solomon committing these acts.

There are certain topics I will not write under any circumstances, including pedophilia, bestiality, or anything of a similar nature. Children and animals are strictly off-limits for darker themes.

A special note about Luke: He is a child. Any requests involving him that are not child-friendly will be automatically denied.

Yandere content is not something I am comfortable with, so it will not be accepted.

I am happy to write for both gender-neutral and female MCs. However, I am not comfortable writing for a male MC due to my lack of experience in that area (I'm female), and I don’t want to inadvertently offend anyone with my inexperience.

This is my first time opening requests, so I kindly ask for your patience and understanding. While I will do my best, I cannot guarantee the quality of every piece.

[fellshish]

a lot of writing is sort of watching the film in your head like oh sorry can’t write the chapter yet i have to repeat hallucinate the dialogue first

[jiabisu]

[melloncolliegalaxies]

[a-really-bad-decision]

Dragon age origins is like…. You’re nineteen, new in town, and it’s your second day at pizza hut. You don’t even know how to work the register yet and you just watched your manager get carted off by the paramedics. You have no contact info for him, his next of kin, or corporate. The only other employee is the guy who’s been here for two weeks and is a bit of a doofus, and neither of you really know what you’re supposed to do now. You both desperately need this job though, and the doofus at least has a drivers license and *kiiinda* knows how to use the oven so you just. Shrug, and start taking orders and making pizzas and praying to god that the bills are on autopay.

And weirdly enough you’re really good at this: making pizzas and dealing with shitty customers and breaking up fights in the parking lot and pretending to be Duncan’s cousin on the phone so the utility company doesn’t cut off the power. But running a store is a lot of work for two dumb kids, so slowly you start accumulating a bunch of competent weirdos to help out, like the nun who left her convent because god told her to help you make pizzas, and the elderly school teacher who just survived a mass shooting, and the guy the papa johns down the street hired to run you over. And really there’s no way any of this should be working as well as it is - you’re absolutely committing fraud of some kind here - but you’ve managed to dodge the landlord every time he’s stopped by, and the health inspector never shows up to tell you to stop letting your dog hang out behind the counter and you’re all still kinda looking at each other and asking ‘are we allowed to just do this?’ before shrugging again and continuing to make pizzas, until somehow, through a series of unlikely technicalities, your doofus coworker ends up on the ballot for governor.

And after like five months of this the regional manager wanders in out of nowhere and you’re sure he’s about to chew your ass out for this mess, but it turns out he’s pretty chill and honestly kind of impressed with how you managed to keep the place up and running all on your own. So now you’re all thinking ‘thank god, there’s someone here who actually knows how to run a Pizza Hut’ only for him to get hit by a car two days later on the night of the Super Bowl.

[anna-the-undertaker]

How is this so unhinged and yet so accurate 😭😂😂😂

[sluttyquarantinetheory]

Dragon Age as a media franchise is so good at ignoring it's own implications, that if you start to pick apart the world building, the brain worms get you and you are trapped here forever.

[anna-the-undertaker]

I wake of Sylus's new myth, I have been heartbroken and i came up with this for Sylus and MC's story/relationship to hurt myself more.

| I Have Loved You in Darkness |

I have loved you in dark and in silence—

in the hidden rooms of my soul

where no light wanders,

where the world forgets our names.

There, I remember you:

your voice, a gathering storm;

your hands, a promise half-whispered;

your eyes, the only fire

I have ever chosen

to burn within.

You are the chaos I claim,

the ruin I walk into willingly.

If the world should end,

let it falter on your breath.

If I am reduced to ashes,

let them fall at your feet

like an offering.

I have no need for heaven.

I want only the gravity of you—

the hell I fall toward,

again and again,

without regret,

without fear,

without end.

- AC

[a-driftamongopenstars]

I love the Grey Wardens. they did nothing wrong. they did everything wrong. they are criminals. they are heroes. they'll kill you if you as much as breathe about their secrets, no exceptions. they are cursed. they stay out of politics. their fingers are in every political game you can imagine. they are hated. they are idolized.

and once you like them? oh it's over, brother. you will like them forever.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[mischiefmaker615]

I will confirm nor deny LOL

@cueloki @societyfolklore @peachyjinx @lokiswife-dark-fox-queen @latent-thoughtsthoughts @simplyholl @lulubelle814 @shegeekery @muddyorbsblr @darknessawaits28 @evesdust

[anna-the-undertaker]

Im both. Its an unholy combination.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[sourvape-deactivated20251109]

therapist: and how are we feeling today?

me: like a sims character whose path got blocked by a chair.

[squeakyducky]

Imagine being a normal demon in Devildom and managing to piss MC off, and suddenly the entire government is breathing down your neck. Devildom Prince and his Butler, the freaking seven demons of Avatars of Sins, the strongest Sorcerer of Humanity, high ranking Angels, and also a literal Grim Reaper. Wait, don't forget MC's admirers cuz they canonically got a lot of 'em.

Yea the demon ain't surviving.

[bold-baddie]

[mcpostinghours]

Real Lucifer enjoyers know that his appeal lies not in how cool he is but how LAME he is

He's an old overworked dad who gets excited about gifted socks

No matter how much he acts like a scary top that's his essence at the end of the day

[anna-the-undertaker]

Misinformed

MC was elbow-deep in their bag, half-lounging on the couch, fishing around for the elusive chapstick that always vanished when they needed it most. Mammon sprawled upside-down in an armchair nearby, flipping a stack of grimy RAD coupons between his fingers like he was counting money he didn’t actually have.

Something slid from their wallet and fluttered to the floor.

Mammon’s eyes locked on it like a crow spotting something shiny.

“Hey, what’s this?” he said, leaning over to snatch the little plastic card. “Looks like some kinda ID. Is this your... human summoner license?”

MC didn’t even look up. “That’s my driver’s license.”

Mammon blinked. “Driver’s what-now?”

“License,” they repeated, still digging. “It's for identification, and it shows that I can legally drive.”

Mammon sat up like someone just hit him with a stun spell. “...Wait. Hold on. Humans can DRIVE?!”

There was a long pause.

A dangerous pause.

MC slowly stopped moving. Their head turned toward him — slowly, methodically, like a horror movie puppet about to snap. Their eyes were wide with unfiltered disbelief.

“Mammon,” they said flatly, “since the first car was made in 1885. What the hell made you think humans couldn’t drive?”

Mammon, entirely serious, shrugged. “I’unno. I heard if humans move too fast, their organs like… rip right outta their bodies or somethin’. Like—splat—intestines all over the windshield.”

MC stared. Hard. Processing. Searching the universe for an exit.

“What the fuck,” they said slowly, “who the hell told you that?!”

“I read it somewhere!” Mammon insisted, now fully defensive. “It was in a book! Or maybe some demon at a tavern— I dunno, it sounded legit! I mean, humans are delicate, okay?! You’ve got like, soft squishy insides and no natural armor and your legs snap if you fall off a ladder—”

“MAMMON.” MC slapped their bag shut. “Do you realize humans have been riding HORSES for over 5,000 years?”

Mammon blinked. “So?”

“So?! HORSES ARE LIVING MUSCLE MISSILES. Some of them can run up to 55 miles per hour! That’s faster than most cars go in a city!”

He looked genuinely disturbed. “Wait. Then how are you not dead?!”

MC gestured at themself. “Do I look dead?! Do I look like my liver’s hanging out of my mouth right now?!”

Mammon tilted his head. “Well, maybe not right now—”

“Mammon.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay! Geez! Look, it’s just—when I was last in the human realm, it was like, 200 years ago. People were still ridin’ around in carriages and screamin’ about soap. Technology’s freaky, alright?! One minute you’re usin’ chamber pots and the next you’re rippin’ through the freeway at 80 miles an hour with your intestines somehow still inside your body!”

MC took a deep breath. “That explains it. You really need better sources of information.”

Mammon muttered, “Yeah, well, Google doesn’t work in the Devildom, MC.”

“Yes, humans can drive,” MC said slowly. “No, it won’t turn us into a meat smoothie. I’ve been driving for years. Over a decade. I’ve parallel parked, hit potholes, drove through thunderstorms—and I’m still fully intact.”

Mammon narrowed his eyes, suspicious. “You sure?”

They threw their wallet at him.

[http-tempted]

“Aren’t you ashamed to read your smut books everywhere?”

Me: daddy said that it was okie 🎶