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[sylrienart-moved]

REAP WHAT YOU’VE SOWN – JACK O’LANTERN

[anneboleyns]

“Black Phillip. I conjure thee to speak to me.”

[anneboleyns]

The Stolen Child || The Witch (2015)

[thegreeneyedgentleman]

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest BTS + Hand Porn + Scruffyness

[cursedcrones]

ashortdropandasuddenstop:

“Well, yes of course. But always out of respect, never out of fear of punishment or retaliation for speaking my mind, when I have a valid, valued opinion to be heard. “  He commented.  James had almost had a breakthrough with her, but it seemed the sister had realized he was trying to get inside her head and pushed him away.

James stepped back, the moment he heard Winifred’s voice, instantly, his attention returned to the two other sisters. Mary growling and huddled behind her eldest sister.  “ Ah, yes. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the jealous sibling. Come to take away her… “ he makes a quote motion with his fingers. “ Toy, are you?”  Still, James showed her no fear. The pain didn’t seem to sway his bravery and he had seduced the seducer. He was a strong-willed one, Norrington was.

                Winifred stood proud and tall on the stairs, for that was the tallest she could be compared to him, and stared daggers across the room at him as Sarah scurried over, though her hand lingered on his for a moment. All three sisters stood without saying a word, Sarah grasping the banister, Winifred placing a hand protectively on Sarah’s arm and glaring at the commodore, and Mary licking her lips in anticipation before Winifred finally spoke.                 ”Dost thou truly think me jealous?” she answered sweetly. "Why would I by jealous? Of a plaything she’ll discard like she has before? How vain must thou be to think that, when she’ll take to bed any man who speaks sweetly enough." Winifred then lifted her skirt, stepping down and approaching, though she paused briefly, hearing the sound of the harp. ”Sarah, do get rid of that music."

                 Sarah nodded, and with a quick rhyme and a wave, the shutter slammed shut again and the music ceased, before banding together with Mary who whispered in her ear, and Sarah could only glance between Winifred and James as she listened before nodding.

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notxthedumbone:

   They turn to stone? Huh, you learn something new everyday! Barrel eyes her skeptically, wondering what she’d look like as a stone statue. At least the statue would have fantastic tits; he’s ghoul enough to admit that. Barrel paps the skeleton’s head fondly && it jangles for him, sinew from its ribs swaying gently in the mild breeze.  ❝Naw, I don’t make it a point to know any fleshbags–former or otherwise. He’s just a GOOD BOY–yes you are~❞ He coos at the bag of bones.    He could raise maybe a few more before he’s drained to hell && back, but that won’t be ENOUGH for the chaos he wants to commit tonight. The witch ought to be able to help there, he thinks, or he wasted his time on her.     A witch? Buried here? Barrel scratches his head, brows furrowing in thought.  ❝Doubt it. Human witches weren’t allowed to be buried in holy ground, right??❞ Although, if he could resurrect a skeleton!witch, how COOL would that be?

                This boy was truly proving to be as erratic as he spoke -- not one to take home to Winnie. She wouldn’t like him at all, too impolite, bound to get fried if he said the wrong thing. She laughs quietly however, a low ‘hehe’ coming from deep in her chest as he coddled the skeleton looking pitifully up at him. Like a lost child, or dog, she thought.                 ”Mother always said ‘twould be a smart person to bury a witch in hallowed ground. To stop them rising up again,” she answered, matter of factly. She was quite proud to show she knew this. “Mother said ‘be careful not to die in the hands of stranger, lest they bury thy body in hallowed ground, under an iron cage to keep thou trapped,” she continued, casting a look over he yard -- she couldn’t see any from where she hovered, but perhaps there was a grave hidden out of sight.                 Then again, it could just be a fruitless fancy. She didn’t know whether to be too enthusiastic about anything, really. Not if he disliked it so much. “Dost thou have another he wishes to bring up?” she asks quietly.

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mostghcst:

“Don’t mind if I DO!        – That’s a good one . ”

He misinterprets the offered bug && accepts it. the ghoul tossed it quickly into his mouth  before it can scurry off, giving it a single satisfying ‘crunch!’.

She’s a girl after his own heart. some guy buried in her garden, wicked potions, bug  collecting… what a woman! he watches her fingers twirl through her blonde hair, lost in  a trance only for a moment, before he quite literally shakes it off & responds.

“ OHho, but you d i d, Babes.        . .. I only come when i’m called, know what I mean ? ”

 a ‘snrk’ of ugly laughter before he continues, 

           “ SO. We… weee, as in, you & someone else .    Is there a, uh, MISTER I need to be worrying about?        also, speakin’ of NAMES, what’s your’s, Witchie-poo ? ”

            "But that’s--!” she protests, but the beetle is as good as gone by the time she can protest. No matter, she has more in her jar stuck in the honey. Sarah can’t help but admire his taste, however. “Has thou ever tried spiders?” she asked, smile returning though in smaller form. “Spiders are my favourite.” -- among the menu of creepy crawlies that is. How much did she share in common with them? Long, thin legs spindling about? Killing men when they lost their use? Crawling the walls when on a spree?             "I think I do know,” she answered, only barely stifling another giggle herself. But there! She leans forward to swipe a particularly large beetle from the ground to replace the one she’d lost, dropping it in the honey jar with the rest before straightening again and twisting the lid onto the jar.             ”My sisters and I,” Sarah replied. “Winifred says I have no need for a husband, but I do like to play with the boys in town, like Georgie here.” She tapped her foot on the ground again, where George lay, the dirt heaving in a lovesick sigh. “And Billy, and Jack from the pumpkin patch. All of them came when I called them too,” she grinned.             ”My name is Sarah.”

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mostghcst:

Her response is surprising to say the least. He’d expected a well-placed b o o t to his face.  L A T E R, he promises himself . still too many unanswered questions about mystery girl to  start thinking about DESECRATING some holy ground… yet.

In a flurry of impossible speed, he’s hovering just in front of her & dusting off the shoulders  of his jacket . at her question he p a u s e s, giving a little shrug & throwing on a smile just as SUAVE as the devil himself. 

“ ‘bout ten feet under, five yards away.       BUT, enough about me, Angel Face !    the REAL question is, what’s a pretty thing like YOU doing,    prancin’ around a GRAVEYARD in the witching hour,          gathering b u g s, lookin’ so DAMN perfect,                                          calling my name?                     – might give a GHOUL the, uh, w r o n g   i d e a .  ” 

              She’s not entirely sure what to make of him -- not an imp, that’s for sure, but not a ghost, too fully-formed for that. Winifred might be able to identify him, but Winnie wasn’t here, was she? Nevertheless, she’d be intrigued, as Sarah was with her childish fascination. Still, she can’t help but give a girlish smile, and bite her lip as he talks.               ”I’m collecting beetles!” she declares, taking a wriggling beetle from the jar within her basket and presenting it proudly to him. “For our potion! We don’t stand in a graveyard, only my garden, and the witching hour is my time.”               George was only buried here because Winifred insisted on better fertiliser, and what better way to create rich soil than by burying a body beneath the plants to decompose? A natural fertiliser? Still, she takes a wriggling beetle from the jar she’s gathered them in within her basket, and presents one proudly, all the while coquettishly fingering a lock of hair with her free hand.               ”But thou is flattering me, though I didn’t call thy name. Thou hasn’t given me a reason to.”

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angelusxtenebris:

The grasp of his keyblade tighten, slowly did the lump in his throat go down. A lingering thought of- ‘Maybe I should have stayed in the Tower today.’

Overwhelmed by the sudden cornering; heartless of all shapes and sizes with their new masters, three women of quite colorful personalities. To think that Radiant Garden would be plagued by… Witches?

“Tch, and here I thought one witch was enough! Now there’s three of ‘em! Don’t tell me Maleficent has distant cousins, or something!”

The heartless were under the control of these three hags? Now Sora had seen everything, but oddly enough the darkness within his own heart seem to pulse in anxiety. It was as if it was warning him of his flaw; overconfidence. Truth be told, that was often the danger he put himself through, underestimating exactly how dangerous a situation could get.

                The sisters had been granted a delightful reprieve from their sentence, brought back on admiration for and the continued condition of good service to the darkness and their master -- and the benefits of this deal with tenfold. Though again it seems a mere child stands between them and their desires, no matter. The sisters laugh, and Winnie calls their new pets to heel -- an array of impish shadows, bat-winged delights and pumpkins pulling themselves along on black tendrils.

                ”I think thou will find Mistress Maleficent is a fairy little boy! We hold much more in common with dear Grimhilde!” Winifred cackled, book clutched to her breast in one hand. Mary gave a bark at the boy, and Sarah could only giggle in delight. “Pray tell, dear boy,” Winifred continued “what dost thou hold in thy hand? And what is thy name? ‘Tis impolite not to introduce thyself.”

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mostghcst:

A peel of thunder ,a flash of lighting , & the ghoul is T O R N from his subterranean  slumber to land gracelessly upon his back, staring up a flowing skirt . He briefly wonders  if there’s been a mistake & he’s in H E A V E N because , DAMN , this has got to be too  good to be TRUE !

Normally, an unprompted summoning leaves him a little more than p i s s e d, but for h e r … the ghoul believes he can perhaps make an EXCEPTION . the demon grins lasciviously up at the maiden , eyebrows quirking twice above  the fringe of her skirts .

     “ don’t mind me, Babes. just enjoying the view . ”

                She might have screamed and jumped back when he appeared, yet even then as he toppled beneath her, feet standing either side of his head, she froze -- basket on her arm and skirts clutched in both hands. For a brief moment she thought it was Billy or George, back from the dead, come to see her again despite all that had happened -- but then he spoke.                 ”Thou may have a closer look if he dost fancy it?” she answered with a giggle, lifting her skirt a little higher to have a look at him. Scared as she had been, she wouldn’t turn down any flirtations sent her way. “Pray tell, where did thou come from?"

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notxthedumbone:

   Barrel cocks his head. Now that the strangerwitch is his (temporary) cohort, it doesn’t seem WORTH it to lie. So he doesn’t. ❝I’d drop ya in a second t’see what happens.❞ The ghoul is curious why witches (and only witches, so far) can’t step into cemeteries && none of those hags want to TELL HIM so far. So sue him for being curious.    Silently, the ghoul sits on the nearest grave plot && runs his fingers through the grass. It’s not as inviting as some of the older haunts he’s defiled, but it’ll do in a pinch. M-U-L-L-E-E. Barrel runs a ragged nail through the etched letters before digging his own teeth into his palm and riiiiipping through the flesh as easy as possible. Blood, strangely dark&thick, bubbles over the flesh wound before spilling over, && Barrel grins, manic, as he squeezes out a few drops to splatter against the headstone.    The ground under his bloody fingers r u m b l e s && the ghoul guffaws as the dirt breaks and a bony hand, sinew barely clinging on, pops through, followed by a skull with wisps of hair. Like a proud parent, Barrel BEAMS as the skeleton wakes up from its dirt nap. ❝Heya, Johnny-boy. Welcome back!!❞

                “I’d turn to stone,” she answered, a little confused by the statement. Was it not common knowledge? Sarah is quick to follow after, though, straddling her broom again and drifting into the cemetery after him, and hovering on her perch above him as he went to work. Was that really how he raised the dead? It seemed much simpler than how Winnie did it. The blood just makes her hungry again.                 ”Thou knows him?” Sarah asks, stockinged legs swinging idly as she looked on. She wasn’t entirely sure what use she would be here if he could so readily wake the dead. Who would she even wake? She knows none here -- unless there was a witches grave. How Winnie had marvelled at the idea of restoring witches from stone, yet she had never been able to do it. Not for lack of trying, according to Winnie it was the hallowed ground that prevented it.                 ”Wouldst thou happen to know if I witch died here?”

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               ϟ           quidprcquo | mary

                How rarely did Mary go alone? Almost never. Those who knew the sisters, also knew that Mary was rarely ever seen away from Winifred’s side, dutifully obedient and bordering on sycophantic with how readily she took Winifred’s orders. But tonight she had set out alone to find them food, as she had done in the past. How many succulent roasts had she brought back to the house, wriggling and crying in a bag? She could hardly count.

                 Tonight she had smelled one such meal, and her interest had peaked, sniffing it out, even breaking a door open with a firm thurst of her hand to sate her appetite. "Liver...” she said to herself, hoping to guess before she laid eyes upon it, though she couldn’t quite place the other component. “Liver, and...beans?”

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               ϟ           mostghcst | sarah

                Sarah was dancing, idiotically as Winifred might call it, about their little garden in the woods. A forest in itself of herbs and other delectable delights they might need for their work. A whir of purple and pink among the green, Sarah cackled and swiped leaves and flowers from the plants to add to her collection, before turning her attention to poor George’s grave. She’d love him dearly in the days they had spent together, before he ran and Winifred struck him dead. "Sweet George," Sarah called, tapping on the dirt with her foot “I require thy friends.”                 Mere moments after, the ground shuddered, and beetles, ants and other bugs and insects erupted from the earth, crawling about as she plucked what she required from the dirt. “Beetle juice,” she reminded herself, taking more beetles than she did worms. “Beetle juice, beetle juice...”

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moonshadcws:

So word hadn’t gotten around on the other side, or whatever place she was doing her thing from, about the infamous Sanderson Sisters and their reputation? Jewel found that odd, given the fact that most of the big bads she had the misfortune meeting were rather egotistical about their reputation. “Sanderson,.. which one are?” The non-physical form’s other question remained unanswered, almost ignored.

                Peering through the flames of the hearth were truly quite disconcerting, and Winifred found herself squinting to get a better look at whoever was in her home. “I do believe I asked thee first,” she answered, before reaching out a testing hand to swat at the flames, to see if they burned. A slight warmth, nothing more. Lifting her skirts, Winifred took a large step into the fire, and out from the hearth -- a temporary shade of herself visible only to the witch. “Thou may call me Winifred.”

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ashortdropandasuddenstop:

He spun her around the floor out and in, swaying in time with the music perfectly each time. Dipping her back even, before drawing her back against his chest.  He was getting quite the information out of this one, but nothing yet he could use.  “ Do well? At what? Taking her orders?”

And then she stopped dancing and spoke again, James stopped as well, and gently placed a hand on her cheek, noticing the way her gaze strayed to the stairs. “ You fear her..don’t you?” 

                “Dost thou not take orders from a commanding officer?” she answered, more biting than before though still uncertain. “'Tis not a matter of sisterhood if I do her bidding, ‘tis a matter of witchery. Before her ‘twas my mother who gave orders, now Winnie has taken her place as leader. Thine work requires we do our part towards the same end.”

                 And while she might have leaned in to his touch before, Sarah shrunk from it now, pushing him away meekly and shaking her head. “No, no, no, no, no,” she chanted to herself, “she protects me. I am not powerful like she is, but I am beautiful -- thou thought me so! -- and I can sing, and none can resist me and--”

                 ”Sarah!” Winifred barked, now situated on the stairs, with Mary huddled behind her, teeth bared. “Come away from him! He hast muddle thy senses.”

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                ooc. I shall be here to do things tomorrow so hang tight!

[anjelia3]

I want her. Safe and sound. How dull and selfless. But so be it.