𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 （ａｐ）

this is not a fairytale && I am not the villain. I am simply stronger than you .

[asheandust-blog]

Hiatus

officially putting imogen on hiatus. might come back around summer, maybe earlier.

[asheandust-blog]

Hiatus

officially putting imogen on hiatus. might come back around summer, maybe earlier.

[asheandust-blog]

Hiatus

officially putting imogen on hiatus. might come back around summer, maybe earlier.

[asheandust-blog]

Hiatus

officially putting imogen on hiatus. might come back around summer, maybe earlier.

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Hiatus

officially putting imogen on hiatus. might come back around summer, maybe earlier.

[asheandust-blog]

bonewitchery:

A bowl gently clatters against the shelf as the witch sets it down, her eyes downcast and once again focused on her menial task. Her head remains lowered as she seemingly tidies the shelf though if anything she only moves various trinkets and tools a little or pushes them further back. “No,” she says finally, mulling over items that do not truly need tidied. “My magic is good because I do not have the capacity for evil. Magic has no true affiliation, it is the witch who decides that.” For a moment, Grizelda looks away and locks eyes with the younger witch, if only for a moment, before she again looks back to the shelf.  “Perhaps it is because of what I lived through and what I saw, I was stronger than you are now. You were more easily tempted to…such witchery as that.”

“My family was killed,” she said, her humility finally breaking. “My family and friends were murdered. So if I’m drawn to dark magic, it’s because that’s my past. Because I started... all this in the wake of nothing but death. I didn’t even have a home so I did what I could. What I thought was right.” She’d never really had to defend her actions to anyone but maybe she should have. Maybe if she’d had to defend herself to someone she would have stopped, but she didn’t. And there was no going back. 

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ravcns:

          ❛ — yeah , yeah .  i’m a walking stereotype or something , heard it plenty times before , ❜ morty says amusedly , not keen on taking offense to such a thing .  he looks to her from behind the front desk , and he knows she’s someone other than the regular type of visitor .  ❛ your gravesite , huh ?  what’s your name ? ❜  he sees no need in questioning her about anything more , at least not yet .

She walks forwards and leans her elbows on the desk, unnecessarily (uncomfortably) close. But she’s still smiling, at least. People skills, Imogen, you used to have those.

“ Imogen Alder. Buried two years ago about, if that helps. Might have a family plot but hell if I know. ”

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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS

Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours. Note that some content below the cut may be triggering.

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[abracadcvre-blog]

                                             ❛ As much as I’d like to see you eat your hat, I can’t lie. I have hurt people, but not because I wanted to. Forced to do it. I don’t think that should count, since it was against my will. ❜

[asheandust-blog]

“ Even when we’re not ourselves it’s still us though isn’t it? It still changes you, unless I’ve had some sort of isolated experience. “

[abracadcvre-blog]

                               ❛ Heard a lot of shit? I find that hard to believe, I’m not some crazed murderer. I’ve been relatively good my whole life, in fact. ❜

[asheandust-blog]

“ Listen, if you can looks me straight in the eye and tell me you’ve never hurt anyone I’ll... I don’t know, eat my hat . “

[bonewitchery]

The elder witch observes the girl for another few moments before rather suddenly, ducking her head and walking further into the cottage and busying herself with bowls and pots that do not truly need cleared away. “No,” she says rather simply, stacking the bowls together and crossing the room briskly to place them on a shelf. “I was tempted, though. Years ago. I think…in the time I was a girl with what was happening to our kind, one would be mad not to.” She looks away from the shelf, dark brows pulled together and her lips pressed together in a thin line. “But even after all that, I still stayed true to my magic.”

[asheandust-blog]

“ Oh . “ she doesn’t know what to say to that, really, because here she’s been thinking her moral crisis is the most important thing to ever happen to the world. And here this witch is, who’s lived through the worse than what the young witch can imagine. She’s silent for a long time, as if she’s looking for something to say deep inside herself. She doesn’t know if she finds anything, but she speaks anyways, because she feels like she has to respond to that somehow. 

“ So you’re magic is good, fundamentally? Because I can’t help but feel like ‘staying true to my magic’ means ‘killing people with fire’ ” .

[spiritsensed-blog]

❝   sometimes, the dead feel some sort of  c o n n e c t i o n  to the living.    more so,   emotional.   i don’t know much about the history here,   i’m not not as bountiful with knowledge as my husband           but i can tell you i will try my best to reach out to this child that terrorizes you.   can you explain your childhood to me ?   ❞                     there has to be some sort of ties, some form of reason for this poor thing to cling and not let go. 

[asheandust-blog]

She laughs and almost chokes on it. “ My childhood was fine thank you . “

except

when, exactly, was childhood supposed to end? Because she’d had a perfectly ordinary childhood, up until two years ago when her whole life had been killed in one feel swoop. That probably counted as childhood trauma, if she was being honest with herself.

“ Well ... I mean, I lost my parents two years ago, but ... that doesn’t explain what’s happening now . “

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                 there  was  a  humorless  laugh  that  cut  aspen’s  lips.  there  wasn’t  any  other  way  to  describe  such  a  situation.  her  mouth  screwed  to  the  right  in  thought  at  the  notion  of  trying  to  find  a  possible  SOLUTION  to  this.  there  had  been  times  she’d  scoured  through  purgatory ( at least  the  parts  she  was  daring  to  venture  to ) searching  for  a  way  out  with  no  results.  ❛  woudn’t  hurt,  ❜  she  finally  says  with  a  shrug  of  slim  shoulders.  ❛  but  i  wouldn’t  hope  for  much.  ❜  

[asheandust-blog]

at the very least , she thinks , it’ll give me a chance to decide how I feel about you. She turns without responding because she doesn’t want the other girl to see the wry smile that curves her lips. Hope. That’s something she’s long lost, and hearing the word thrown around so casually almost lets the laughter come bubbling out. She only realizes afterwards that maybe she should be saying something, something to put the girl at ease. It’s been so long since she’s actually tried to help someone.

“ So , uh , are you in school ? “

[abracadcvre-blog]

                               ❛ Well, shit, I’m not gonna disagree, good taste in clothes, can tell you that. ❜

[asheandust-blog]

“ Look at you, flatterer . I’m almost charmed . “

[bonewitchery]

[unquietgraves]

“Real magic can never be made by offering someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that.”

                                              independent witch original character

[bonewitchery]

As the door creaks closed behind the witch without being touched, Grizelda watches the little witchling warily. She is a terribly jumpy little thing and it reminds her far too much of herself in her youth, when she had found both her coven and the people she called family. Sinuously, Scabrous winds around Grizelda’s leg and peers from behind his mistress’ skirts. “It is an easy change if you want it.”

[asheandust-blog]

“That’s... comforting, I suppose.”

If she really does want it, that is. Imogen looks at the witch before her and her house and can only guess at what she’s lived through. In Imogen’s few years she’s crashed and burned, horribly, but somehow this witch hasn’t. So she swallows what’s left of her pride and reminds herself she’s here to learn.

“Have you ever gone down the wrong path? Done what I’ve done?”