what remains

indie rwby based witch oc est. december 2016

[magicsremncnt]

              “ She would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through                              darkness                                              & blood                                                           & despair-                                                                                  & she had survived. ”                           

                      ( indie. witch oc based primarily in the rwby universe as written by middy. )                                                           ( promo done by the lovely shi. )                                                            ( personals do not reblog )

[frostedmagnolias]

Embroidered chiffon evening dress for Queen Alexandra of Denmark

c.1910

Doeuillet, Paris, Fashion Museum of Bath

[nixscriptum]

[wanderthewood]

Isle of Mull, Scotland by hazelsnature

[hauntingyourself]

It’s always “what the hell?” or “what the fuck are you?” and “we buried you 10 days ago how are you still alive?” first of all don’t be rude

[fruitblush]

this is actually like my third or fourth rodeo so i sort of get it but sort of dont

[soldierboys]

THE BOYS 4.03 We'll Keep the Red Flag Flying

[canirove]

Vikings (2013 - 2020) | s02e08 | 29/?

[soircieres]

‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’

— Arthur Miller, adapted from The Crucible

[afiremoon]

The Silenced (2015)

directed by Lee Hae-young

[ojibwa]

[morganathewitch]

Augusti~

[scorchedhearth]

characters who dig themselves out of their graves (whether literal or metaphorical) are at the top of the list. nothing beats a character who should have died but didn't and comes back to haunt their own life and the world around them, benevolent or violent it doesn't matter, it's enthralling either way

[bambi-eyed-boy-blog]

[weltenwellen]

Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from “[...] of The Silence”, Extracting the Stone of Madness: Poems 1962 - 1972

[mostlyfate]

moodboard // circe goddess. sorceress. enchantress of magic. (for anon!)  

[teamlarl]

Did he stand a better chance in the forest? Renatus doubted it. The forest held men with guns that wanted nothing more than to cut down his ambition in its infancy. Even if this witch (of which he was skeptical about but would not dismiss out of hand) were more powerful and deadly, she was also more ambivalent.

At least, compared to an enemy army. She would not kill him instantly, anyway. And a stay of execution was perfectly fine in his books. Anything to give him more time to plot his way out of this mess.

"Have you?" Renatus quipped back. Maybe it was unhealthy to trade barbs with a so-called witch, but who was he if not ready to have a verbal joust at the drop of a hat? "I've always found that eating people is enjoyable for all parties involved, assuming you do it correctly."

Yes, definitely unhealthy.

"But as pleasant as standing in your doorway and gazing at your beatific visage is, one shouldn't waste time, yes? So I'd like to request refuge. Shelter and food. A place to recover before I set out back my side of the front lines."

He piqued an eyebrow at the admittedly gorgeous woman.

"You have noticed that there's a war raging on your doorstep, yes?"

[magicsremncnt]

with the way he was speaking to her he was either very brave or he didn't believe in what she was. she'd met those sorts before and it wasn't surprising, given this day and age- magic no longer existed in the world, not in the way that it had in her true youth. those times were so long passed, no longer remembered in the world, but to her they were still so clear. every time she used her magic she felt that connection to her original life, when magic had been as much apart of the world as anything else.

she gave no response to his little innuendo, it wasn't worth the breath in her lungs. she did, however, cause the door to shut sharply behind him, enough to shake the floor the slightest bit. and then of course there was the nerve he had of asking her to shelter him. did he think she was some sort of charity worker ? the cup of tea was set down gently upon her table before she stood, smoothing out the creases in her skirt.

" what wars you humans wage against one another is none of my concern- whether one side wins or both are slaughtered to the last man, it makes no difference to me. your kingdoms are built from dust and eventually they all blow away only to be replaced by others just like them that are just as fragile and just as fleeting. your tiny lives are just the same. "

there was the smallest flash of her red eyes before one of the knives from her kitchen counter came flying towards him, the tip of blade stopping just inches from his throat. arms crossed over her chest as she slowly stepped towards him, observing him as a predator did with prey that they had just cornered.

" if you think that flattery of any sort will win you anything here you'll be sorely disappointed. it isn't in my nature to give something without getting something else in return, provided that it is of equal worth to what was asked for. that is the rule i abide by for most things- but to be so bold as to ask for me to shelter you ? a mere man, asking for my protection ? what could you possibly have that would offset the cost of what it is you're requesting ? "