𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂, 𝐍𝐎 ?

[fogwitched]

     and  I  seem  to  have  such  strength  in  me  now,  that  I  think  I  could  stand  anything,  any  suffering,  only  to  be  able  to  say  and  to  repeat  to  myself  every  moment,  ‘ I  exist. ’   In  thousands  of  agonies  ―I  exist.   I’m  tormented  on  the  rack  ―BUT I EXIST !   /  sacrificed by kasz .

[fogwitched]

dbd on my other dashboards and I Miss My Daughter. 

[fogwitched]

hi you can find me on @syntheticwealth & @motherswrath for now. they both have dbd verses, with the latter taking the place of the entity. ( I also have a more canon-compliant entity on @constellatory but it’s not as active )

[soulrph]

"𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙳" 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

i was gone for a while, but god help me lads i used that time to my advantage! here's a delightful prompt request from a darling friend of mine, i love you to pieces, and i hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed making them! these prompts are for HUGS, idk how i made it angsty, but i did. ily all!! unclench your jaw!! stretch your arms!!

[ PROTECT ] - sender wraps receiver in a hug in order to protect them from a potential or present danger.

[ REUNITE ] - having been apart for some time, sender, upon seeing receiver for the first time, sprints to give them a hug. (be emo w this okay PLS--)

[ BATTLE ] - unsure about their survival, sender and receiver see each other across the battle field, and race into a tight, giddy embrace with each other.

[ SHIELD ] - sender pulls receiver into a hug to prevent them from seeing something horrific.

[ COMFORT ] - noticing that the receiver has received terrible news, sender offers them a hug as a means of comforting them during this difficult time.

[ RELIEF ] - sender gives receiver a relieved hug.

[ TEARS ] - sender/receiver/both are in tears, and as such, a hug is shared between them.

[ GREETING ] - sender and receiver share a hug while greeting each other.

[ FINAL ] - sender gives receiver a hug that is either knowingly or unknowingly the last hug they'll ever share.

[ GOODBYE ] - while parting ways, sender gives receiver a hug farewell.

[ HAPPY ] - having received joyous news, sender turns to receiver for a delighted hug.

[ JUST BECAUSE ] - sender hugs receiver "just because".

[ HIDE ] - in order to hide receiver from people chasing them, sender pulls them into a tight hug while hiding their face from view.

[ TACKLE ] - sender (playfully) tackles receiver into a hug.

[ TICKLE ] - while hugging the receiver, sender begins to tickle them.

[ SIDE ] - sender gives receiver a side hug (aka pulling their arm around them and pulling them into their side.

[ OPEN ] - seeing receiver, sender opens their arms out to them for a hopeful embrace.

[ CUDDLE ] - sender and receiver shared a hug that's now upgrading into a cuddle session.

[ TRAUMA ] - having both experienced a massive trauma, sender and receiver share a hug in efforts to comfort one another in the aftermath.

[ TERROR ] - sender hugs receiver out of sheer fear.

[ SAFE ] - having just saved the receiver, sender pulls them into their arms for a protective hug to assure them they're safe.

[ GRATITUDE ] - overwhelmed with gratitude, sender pulls receiver in for a hug to express how thankful they are.

[ MORNING ] - sender gives receiver a hug to say good morning.

[ OKAY ] - sender gives receiver a hug in order to assure them that in the end, everything will indeed be okay.

[fogwitched]

I gotta Sleep now, but Anastasia definitely sometimes sits on elevated places, like a building’s second story, and instead of doing the gen she is just sketching the killer that’s chasing her buddies downstairs because when else are you gonna get a good reference, huh.  occasionally she doesn’t even bother getting an eagle’s view.  if she’s got a good angle, she’ll take it.  

the only reason she does not get caught with her journal as often as you’d think is because of her natural affinity with hiding, knowing when to move and when to stay put,  just as she is when playing along with the trial.  and, as seph brought up, she’s got incredibly good vision.  she can be a relatively safe distance away from the action to begin with.

ana, putting herself in danger because she really needs a close-up of That One Detail? yeah, sounds about right.  the things we do for art. 

that being said, have a lovely night !! 

[fogwitched]

𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

spice :  cinnamon . weather : early morning in autumn, when the fog lies low and the sun is peaking through brown leaves but its golden rays are not offering any warmth just yet .  primary  color :  cream brown . magical  power :  being unnoticed.  not traditional invisibility, but simply existing outside of people’s perceived reality unless drawing attention to herself.  think doctor who’s TARDIS . shoe :  american duchess’ camille edwardian boots .  plant :  boston fern . weapon :  poison; be it her words or the tangible venom of her spiders.  by the time you notice, it is already too late .   school  subject :  literature and art . social  media :  instagram; frequently posts pictures of her snakes and spiders, but never her own face .  occasional book recommendations and starbucks . makeup  product :  pretty vulgar’s on point eyeliner pen . tangible  fear :  needles .  medical institutes as a whole; uncomfortable around doctors and nurses . ice  cube  shape :  crushed ice, often flavored . method  of  long – distance  travel :  favors planes and window seats.  shorter than that, trains with reservations, ideally a cabin to herself.  overall prefers any method where she can read until arrival .  art  style :  environmental art . historical  period :  victorian era . mythological  creature :  ouroboros .  piece  of  stationary :  a worn journal bound in dark leather with a pencil in its spine, ready to be used at a moment’s notice.  its pages are filled with unfiltered thoughts, poetry and sketches alike .  three  emojis :  🌼 🐍 📓 rom – com  archetype :  the sidekick bestie . 

TAGGED :  @stalkvr​  /  thank you !! <3 TAGGING :  @lifelied​​ ( frank )  /  @theirlegacies​ ( beau )  /  @godskill​  &  I encourage stealing this ! 

[fogwitched]

every day I resist the urge to make an entity blog.  just for that worldbuilding and being unnecessarily dramatic. 

[buffysummers]

Make Me Choose → Anonymous asked: Buffy/Cordelia or Buffy/Willow

[godskill]

@fogwitched

[leneemusing]

(◡‿◡✿) sof characters resting their head on the stoic character’s shoulder (◕◡◕✿) stoic characters initiating physical affection for the first time (ʘ‿ʘ✿) strong character being vulnerable after getting injured, cradled by the sof character while they sleep

[fogwitched]

anastasia has major “what are you going to do? stab me?” energy if a killer with a knife threatens her because it’s just so repetitive at this point.  like yeah, she still holds fast to respecting them, but she’s not above some snark if they’re the one who started it and she is confident in getting away. 

[fogwitched]

Here’s a handy lil’ threadtracker for my own organization and those who would like to check whether their stuff has reached me !!  Regarding writing I am owed, I only track threads, not prompts or starters !  

REFERENCE FOR THE STATUS NOTES: pending — not started.  brainstorming phase. concept — key themes.  thoughts on where to go. outlined — stray sentences.  knows where to go. started — at least a paragraph in.  the writing part. finalizing — closing paragraph.  finishing touches.

* an asterisk indicates I am waiting on a response from my writing partner before I can continue.  This is merely for reference and because I am uncomfortable nudging people.  Do not feel rushed by this ! 

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Good Morning”, Blue Horses

[fogwitched]

    volumes, from frank !    —   𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 .

❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

                eyes  scan  the  page  before  her  —  again.   she  has  lost  count  how  often  the  words  have  escaped  her  the  moment  they  were  perceived,  leaving  avid  reader  with  neither  progress  nor  satisfaction.   a  rare  occurrence  these  days  for  one  such  as  her,  who  so  easily  blocks  out  all  but  the  world  writ  ‘pon  paper  before  own  eyes.   but  even  this  lover  of  worlds  far  away  looses  focus  when  within  periphery  —  straight  across,  visible  past  literature’s  upper  edge  —  lies  reclined  perhaps  the  one  being  taking  precedence  over  imagined  narrative.   thus  already  was  attention  divided  in  case  an  interaction  was  desired.

        but  when  the  usual  signal  in  form  of  eye  contact  does  not  follow  up  with  an  expected  conversation,  confusion  settles  ‘pon  her  brow  and  she  finally  chances  a  proper  glance  to  offer  full  attention.

              if  he  wanted  to  say  something,  he  would.   frank  morrison  is  not  a  being  that  needs  coaxing,  but  neither  is  he  above  games,  littlest  librarian  knows  this.   part  of  her  suspects  it  is  another  jest,  having  nay  intention  but  to  hear  her  pose  a  question  —  to  rouse  the  curiosity  they  both  know  pervades  her  soul  every  waking  moment  and  beyond.   and  it  almost  succeeds.   it  sits  ‘pon  her  tongue,  to  question  and  poke,  to  know  what  occupies  his  mind.

        she  inhales  a  breath  to  speak,  but  the  words  are  stuck  in  her  throat.

            that  is  not  the  look  of  someone  about  to  pull  her  into  a  silly  game  of  wits  or  merely  ask  about  the  story  held  in  her  hands.   she  does  not  know  this  look  —  does  she  ?   o’  how  soft  it  is,  pulling  at  the  heartstrings  she  so  often  struggles  to  plug  on  her  own.   there  is  something  she  cannot  read  ( never  truly  learned  how  to ),  and  gentle  frustration  bubbles  forth  as  she  shifts  on  the  couch  they  occupy.   an  idle  action,  readjusting  the  pillows  at  her  back  and  giving  beloved  boy  the  tiniest  nudge  with  the  legs  buried  ‘neath  his  arm  much  like  his  own  serve  as  a  rest  for  hers  —  a  mirror  of  one  another,  basking  in  perfect  comfort.

          anastasia  knows  not  which  of  the  emotions  churning  within  are  responsible  for  the  warm  feeling  spreading  through  her  —  perhaps  it  is  the  fireplace  nearby,  a  much  more  conclusive  assumption.   but  when  it  reaches  an  exposed  neck  and  freckled  cheeks,  painting  them  a  less  than  subtle  scarlet,  she  lightly  ducks  her  head  and  finally  averts  her  eyes,  as  though  comfy  fabrics  would  spare  her  from  the  attention.

             she  does  not  understand.

      head  against  heart,  one  understands  while  the  other  is  left  fumbling  in  the  dark,  failing  to  communicate  between  one  another  as  they  are  wont  to  do  around  him : her  object  of  adoration,  of  comfort  and  home.   the  antithesis  of  this  realm,  where  a  God  starved  for  entertainment  demands  he  bury  a  knife  between  her  ribs  time  and  again.  (  and  she  will  forgive  him,  time  and  again  )  there  are  so  many  words  she  would  speak  to  him,  pour  them  from  the  depths  of  her  being  and  leave  darling  descendent  hollow.

            it  would  bring  her  peace,  to  speak  them.

    and  yet  it  all  manifests  on  the  surface  of  her  material  existence  as  naught  but  furrowed  brows  and  lightest  frown,  unknowing  and  oblivious.   one  who  prides  herself  on  looking  deeper,  beyond  common  perception,  fails  to  decipher  the  depths  of  her  own  being  —  what  irony  !    the  tone  of  her  otherwise  soft  voice  matches  the  confusion,  but  carries  itself  with  an  all  too  familiar  hint  of  exasperation.

                                                                        ❛ What ? ❜

˗ˋˏ * ✿  NON-VERBAL MEME  / @lifelied​​

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 .

[fogwitched]

fogwitched​:

some mobile thoughts of how Anastasia’s abilities sound very lone wolf and very much function in such a way, but its true potential actually shines with the teamwork of getting her all the totems so she’s got enough magic available to get everyone out with the hatch.

It’s her own distrust and lack of initiative that rlly keep her from harnessing that potential and actually cripples her because of how common it is to simply not get enough totems when others are destroying them.

me thinking about the natural character arc of learning to trust other survivors & to accept that theyre in this together and it is in her best interest to be more involved. to truly use all these different skillsets to their full potential alongside one another.

similar to this, and somewhat of a discord excerpt : it takes a long time for anastasia to have that level of trust / friendship where she is willing to engage in conflict or otherwise come out of her corner of an inactive observer for anything.  but once she is there, she is a force to be reckoned with if someone has anything but good intention for her friend(s).  eli said ‘’anastasia performs the first survivor mori’’ and it’s really not that far off in sentiment. 

anastasia is not a pacifist.  she does have violence and anger in her bones; she has thoughts of bloodshed and brutality on more occasions than the typically intrusive thought.  it simply is not something she acts on because she weighs it as having no worth, because in the end she will reap consequences that she is not willing to carry. 

but if she truly cares about someone — when she is afraid for the wellbeing of others — her emotions start to override the rationality and she becomes incredibly impulsive and protective.  in a normal setting, she is louder and more boisterous.  getting someone out of an uncomfortable situation or away from a dangerous person is no longer hidden beneath coincidence and ignorance; she makes it very clear that she knows and is one misstep away from calling the authorities, if not taking it into her own hands.  her entire energy becomes much more hostile. 

inside the fog, if a killer is particularly problematic for someone she cares about, she becomes more front and center, being an absolute nuisance who takes an abundance of protection hits and will retaliate at every corner.  toolbox? weapon.  burning plank of wood? weapon.  if given the chance, she will use the killer’s weapon against them.  although I do not believe survivors are able to take axes / knives out of lockers even outside of game mechanics, and anastasia’s magic won’t be able to change that for a long time, she absolutely would if given the opportunity. 

tl;dr: anastasia will endeavour to become your worst nightmare if you make her bestie uncomfortable ( + she is not above biting you ).

[bruwho]

[fogwitched]

     ❛ is there a point to this story? ❜   —   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 .

    o’  darling  descendant,  incredulity  does  not  suit  you.   pursed  lips  and  the  crease  of  sharp  brows  —  in  an  instant  it  settles  ‘pon  freckled  features,  unable  to  catch  such  clear  display  of  an  offense  taken.   though  nay  surprise,  still  it  digs  into  a  pride  hidden  ‘neath  layers  of  social  etiquette,  cut  open  much  like  her  limbs  have  become  (  brown  fabrics  turn  dark,  sticking  to  wounded  skin  ).   and  for  a  moment,  she  bristles.  subtle  hue  of  scarlet  dusts  freckled  cheeks  as  tension  crawls  through  a  form  that  stands  considerably  shorter  than  the  one  responsible  —  a  reality  acknowledged  for  no  other  reason  than  to  fuel  the  fire  of  her  own  anger.

(  the  need  for  violence  burrows  into  blazing  veins  —  a  sudden  desire  to  see  him  bleed.    take  idol’s  twisted  crown  and  tackle  the  bastard  off  his  imagined  pedestal  by  the  throat.   the  mighty  always  fall,  one  way  or  another  —  permit  her  to  hasten  your  descend.  )

         and  were  she  shackled  to  such  easily  roused  temper,  it  would  long  since  have  lunged  forward  like  a  canine  scorned.   but  instead  it  is  swallowed  with  great  effort,  for  despite  everything  —  regardless  of  the  magic  slumbering  beneath  her  skin  —  anastasia  is  human  (  what  a  tragedy  ).   fear  grips  her  heart  like  it  does  so  many  others,  no  matter  the  mask  of  academical  curiosity  and  odd  comfort  taken  within  these  realm.   waxing  poetry  and  contemplating  existence,  it  does  not  change  the  itch  to  move,  the  urge  to  escape  his  attention.

           yet  unlike  anger,  her  fear  stays  buried  in  the  same  abyss  from  whence  apathy  harkens,  bleeding  from  her  being  as  the  fidgeting  of  hands,  picking  at  sleeves  and  cautiously  scratching  the  wounded  skin  of  her  arms.   gaze  averts  and  lungs  fill  with  a  breath.    ❛  The  point  of  any  story  is  what  you  make  it, ❜    and  soft  voice  is  carried  on  the  exhale,  expelling  tension  and  soothing  her  anger,  though  there  sits  a  trace  of  disappointment  ‘pon  its  edges  and  amidst  emerald  eyes.   like  she  expected  better.

             creative  types  —  they  come  in  many  forms.   evidently,  theirs  is  not  the  same,  but  still  she  ventures  forth  with  a  different  angle  (  and  a  foot  planted  behind  her,  akin  littlest  deer  ready  to  dash  ).    ❛  Music is storytelling too. ❜    lightest  tilt  of  her  head  and  a  hauntingly  gentle  smile,  gaze  returning.    ❛  Do  you  compose  your  own  songs ?  ❜    thus  with  naught  but  genuine  curiosity  comes  query. 

˗ˋˏ * ✿  RANDOM ASK  / @triquestar​​ !

[fogwitched]

a thing I gotta make a proper post on at some point is that even though anastasia is perfectly fine conversing with killers & being in their presence, that does not mean that beneath it all she is not afraid.  in fact, having the attention of any killer makes her incredibly uncomfortable, and extra so when they’re the type to get into your personal space. 

the fact of the matter is that her primal fear is overshadowed by a lot of her other traits, such as curiosity and apathy, and what traces make it out are easily covered up -- at least in her expressions and voice. the telltale sign of her discomfort and fear is fidgeting, usually with her sleeves or adjusting her braid. 

I mentioned on the first impression of her bio that she comes across as timid and an easy target. this is not only because of her being so smol, but also because the fidgeting and more physical signs of discomfort are pretty obvious.  however, most of them she is actively aware of and simply chooses not to cease.

she has a lot of control over fears that are not personal. it spills out in nervous ticks, but it is not very liable to paralyze or otherwise encumber her unless it truly hits a nerve, such as added stress of being in lery’s memorial institute because of her strong aversion to medical facilities - lightly put. 

however, what she will always do without fail is try backing up to maintain her personal space if they get too close. 

a lot of her discomfort comes from her preference to be in the background of things; to go unnoticed about her day. To Not Be Perceived. it is one thing with friends & public places, but having the undivided attention of an openly hostile being with the active intent of causing harm is much different. 

she also just doesn’t like strangers in her personal space at all.  ( + she easily gets flustered if they’re attractive but u didn’t hear that from me ).