Michelle- Witch Extraordinaire

An RP Blog for Michelle Navarro, Mage of Riverside. Formerly Loosely based off of Mrs. Bennett from RoTG. Rehaul in progress Send a ♇ for a greeter/starter- No prior interaction needed.

[prokopetz]

Unconventional schools of divination #137: blowing shit up and reading the shrapnel.

[prokopetz]

The fact that actual, practising witches are reblogging this post honestly makes me a little concerned.

[rockthatlookslikeafacerock]

Most divination is about letting the patterns of the universe reveal themselves by letting normally random processes show them. So shrapnel would work great

[digitaldiscipline]

plus, you get the benefit of blowing something up. it makes a very eloquent point.

[lireavue]

why did I not think of this before now

[kittydesade]

You can banish something by blowing it up in effigy and read the outcome in the shrapnel! It’s two! Two! Two spells in one!

[geographykhaleesi]

@thebibliosphere

[thebibliosphere]

Okay everyone remember your divining goggles of Not Losing An Eye.

[keiseravendimensjonukjent3]

Water springs out of the Mulberry tree at Dinoša, Montenegro. For the last two decades, during the spring floods, the water has been running out of this old mulberry tree in a village of Dinoša in Montenegro.

[bonesnail]

I know everyone’s like “hahaha the tree is peeing” but if I saw that in a fantasy setting, that water is either going to make you immortal, crumble to dust, or age back into a zygote.

[michellemagemundane]

Organizing things for my writing blog and I forgot i have one(1) ASSHOLE BOI that I forgot about and I cannot wait to relearn the asshole that is Jascik

[michellemagemundane]

I know this blog is like super dead but does anyone live near or around hershey,pa, usa? I need to find housing for my brother

[michellemagemundane]

vattendras:

She’d spoken with Nokken before? This woman was getting more interesting with every word… but what snared his attention, however briefly, was the tiny hand that waved in her hair. A woman and a child? In old days, no one in their right mind would put a woman or child anywhere near a pond where a Nokk was rumored to reside. But for this one to willingly walk up with the intent to talk, knowing what he was?

She was either an outright fool, or foolishly confident.

“A pleasure to meet you as well,” the creature said, purposefully declining to give his name. “Are you knew to these woods? I’d think curiosity would have led you to me sooner if you weren’t.”

“I am simply passing through. My abode tends to fluctuate, and for some reason my front door opened to show your forest this morning.” She replied. The flash of his eyes, to where she wasn’t completely sure of, but she had a sneaking suspicion he’d caught sight of Basil. Thank gods he was only minutely interested in the Nokk before her. With a frown she checked her apron, feeling about for any of her usual tools. A steel knife sat in her pocket where she left it- covered in residue from the herbs and handle tangled with the iron ring. She let the frown fade. Not her ideal, but she wasn’t feeling any sort of maliciousness from him yet. 

“This may be considered inappropriately forward, but do you have a nickname I could use? I know your kind, depending on age, react strongly to names, but I really would like to converse with you and it seems rude to refer to you as ‘new Nokk friend.’”  

[michellemagemundane]

@vattendras​

“And it’s been a while since someone came across me that knows what I am,” Tavast countered, feeling a little impressed.

That alone was a good enough reason to be wary of her.

“I don’t suppose it was the music that drew you here? Or did you follow it, knowing what you would find?”

“Would believe that a noise complaint drew me here?” The witch replied, a grin on her face, shifting her basket of herbs from one arm to the one further from him.

“In all honesty, I felt the magic in the music, and on a whim wanted to see the musician behind it. It’s been ages since I’ve spoken with a Nokk, let alone one not affiliated with much of anything.” 

She tilted her hat again- as close as she was going to get to the creature yet still feeling the desire to do a proper introduction. A small hand tugged at her hair, the infant strapped to her back intrigued by the sound of another voice after hours of nothing but nature sounds. 

“Michelle Navarro- Mage of Riverside. An absolute pleasure to meet  you.”

[michellemagemundane]

theoblivionbrothers:

“V’mer is always welcome to stop by! He’s a good way of acclimating Larry to elves. He’s always too busy being annoyed by everything else about V’mer to be annoyed that he’s an elf.”

Tommy casually put an arm around Michelle’s shoulders, unable to (apparently) keep his hands to himself for more than a minute or two at a time.

“You’re always welcome to join us, you know. Or just drop by! Door’s always open. But remind me to update the protections’ exemptions before you visit. Don’t want you getting vaporized on my doorstep.”

“That... is a pretty normal state of being when one is around V’mer. I’ll send him a letter that Larry wants to see him again. That’ll get him right over- You know how much he... adores Larry. ” Michelle grinned and leaned into Tommy’s touch. The scent of Nightside was strong on him- although it was less a scent and more a sinking, mitochondria-deep feeling than a scent. She’d been away from the twisting landscape that was Nightside for far too long. She really ought to visit. And soon, lest the land there forget her whispers and more importantly, to get Basil acclimated to some of the weirdness that would come from having Tommy and his older brothers as uncles. 

Also, Basil needed to meet his uncles, and they him. 

“I will send a reminder as soon as you leave, as well as an estimate of when I hope to visit next. I’m thinking the next hunters moon, to be honest. Herne is still missing, correct? I don’t want to step on toes if I can help it, especially since he’s a bit of a right bastard in Nightside.”

[michellemagemundane]

Navigation:

Memes Galore:

 Memes and rp things. 

Quotes: 

Song of the Stars

Music:

 Songs of the void

Drabbles (mine): 

Stars around its forehead bound

Universe/world headcanons & Thoughts: 

Universe Musings

[michellemagemundane]

shiningsilverarmor:

@michellemagemundane

“I— was acutally thinking of rubbing some mango lotion onto my skin to lure him..b–but I won’t definitely whipping THAT out, I promise.”

“Mmmm. It might. I might suggest plain mango juice, actually. That he could lick off without getting sick from. Now... rust- rust- AH. I think I have the ingredients for this.” She looked up at him and gestured for Sterling to come around the table and take a look at the illustration on the page. 

“So, you said a small mouse-like creature was seen running from your ore piles... did it look like this, perchance? There not common on this side of the hedge, and are something of an rarity even on the right side of the hedge. They could be causing  your supplies to rust unnaturally fast, despite your protections in  place.”

If it was one thing she was aware of, it was that sterling was a man who kept his tools and equipment and supplies in pristine order. Being a smith for eons tended to keep one neat and, save anything else, fall into habits that usually resulted in cleanliness. 

[michellemagemundane]

❛ i don’t need magic to see that. ❜

The look Michelle leveled at Sterling spoke of millennia of exasperation. 

“Apparently you do, because you’ve missed the thirty courting gifts he’s been leaving behind. He came to me, Sterling. ME.” 

Michelle set the tome down on the table; the leather creaked ominously as she opened the sealed book. Dust flew up and released a heady mix of spices and the burning, stinging sensation that accompanied Lesser Fairy Dust. 

“I swear to gods, it’s like you only know the western flower language and not any of the fey ones. Gods. You’ve know Maddie for how long? Longer than I’ve been alive and the minute the man starts leaving you flowers outside of spring you get this baffle look. He’s not that hard to find. Just go whip your dick out in front of the nearest tree. Either he’ll appear or one of the many nymph’s he’s taken to cavorting with will, and you know how much of a horrible gossip every single one of them are.” 

She paused, head tilting to the side. 

“Actually don’t. There’s some Ghillie Dhue out in these parts and they’re not as forward as some of the dryads are. Ah, here we are- rust banishment. I told you I’d have a remedy.” 

[michellemagemundane]

Michelle slowly got to her feet, and gave the great red wolf a soft, crooning call, the same one she’d been giving it every day since she’d helped breathe life into her. She waited a moment, and her patience was rewarded with a soft croon echoed back at her. She then began picking up her groceries.

“Simply what I said. She has chosen a pilot. She can move alright on her own, but it will take a pilot to make her truly great. It seems the great wolf has chosen you, young pup.”

She finished, picking up the last of the terrsle fruits and walking towards the wolf and the boy, skirts holding most of her produce. 

“The question then becomes, do you accept?”

[ofdeathandfear]

Pilot? Accept? It’s a friggin’ machine! he wanted to point out. How can she - it?? - choose anything?? But as nervousness faded, curiosity took its place. If she wasn’t concerned by the dead guards who most assuredly would have put him to death, then he supposed he wouldn’t either.

Cautiously, he stood. Not too fast, of course. He didn’t want to set the thing off. “Uh. I don’t know?” Though, Val couldn’t deny there was strange pull towards the wolf. “What does it mean if I do?”

[michellemagemundane]

“It means, young pup, a way off this gods-forsaken planet. Away from the townspeople. Away from the town.” She gave a large gesture up at the ceiling, towards the sky that lay beyond it. 

“It means an adventure into space, where you can hear the song of the ugyldig hval creaks out in the mournful half-heard way their pods talk. It means I get back to my home and, little one, get to see something... new...” 

She brought her hand down, using it to stabilize a purple-orange vegetable perched on top of the bag before bringing her hand to her hair and brushing a lock out of her face. 

“Of course, if you say ‘no’ that still may well happen. There are spaceships in the port, but they require a bit more trickery to get on. I’ve already attempted to barter passage myself but that worked about as well as my attempt at getting a party on my sixteenth birthday. Damn Galra idjits.” She gave an annoyed huff. She was leaving the planet soon, one way or another. She’d prefer not to leave her wolf here, but time was slipping out of her fingers faster than she could weave spellwork to keep it in place. 

@ofdeathandfear

[theoblivionbrothers-archive]

@michellebennettmagemundane | continued from x

“You know me, Michelle; I live to keep you on your toes.”

“How the hell’ve you even been?” Tommy gave her a bright grin, part mischievous, part archtypical Tommy Oblivion. “It’s been an age.”

Well, it had been for him. Perhaps it hadn’t been for Michelle. Both of their homes had an… interesting relationship with time, and things could get quite wonky between Riverside and the Nightside.

[michellemagemundane]

Michelle leaned back on her heals, looking the man over. He hadn’t changed a bit. Still the same lovable rascal she’d known all those... well... years or months or days it mattered little. Time was a beast of it’s own, one she was not interested in taming just yet. 

“Well, much the same. I go monster hunting, I stop monster hunting. I attempt to settle down again, that goes belly up about the same time I realize that there’s bun number three cooking. I then return to monster hunting and decide to open shop again. V’mer says ‘hello’, by the way, and wants to know when he can swing by for a round of.... I think he called them Vetruvian Shots?”

[michellemagemundane]

Does your muse follow any specific gods?

In one way or another, Michelle follows all gods. She isn't particular to a single one or pantheon, but does think its prudent to pay her respects to local gods. You never know when you'll need a favor. She also finds the various methods of worship soothing. Most of the time she likes to do it alone, but the ritual of it all is still a moment of serenity and simpleness for her.

[ofdeathandfear]

Woof~ (if you're still accepting)

English Shepherd

These dogs share a lot in common with the similar-looking Border Collie, however, English Shepherds tend to be lower maintenance with far less intensity. They are wonderful with children, often following after them and guarding them like the gentle, warm nannies they are. Intelligent and highly responsive to those around them, they make for wonderful family dogs that are friendly with strangers. Though they sound like an overall well balanced breed, they require a lot of mental stimulation or may make up their own rules from boredom.

[pez-uzi-deactivated20160424]

Places where reality is a bit altered:

• any target • churches in texas • abandoned 7/11’s • your bedroom at 5 am • hospitals at midnight • warehouses that smell like dust • lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore • empty parking lots • ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods • rooftops in the early morning • inside a dark cabinet

[solareveille]

playgrounds at night

rest stops on highways

deep in the mountains

[ghostfiish]

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed

trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic

schools during breaks

those little beaches right next to ferry docks

bowling alleys

[genesisdoes-moved]

unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips

your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep

laundromats at midnight

[coolpepcat-deactivated20190924]

what the fuck

[ringingofraevolution]

galeries in art museums that are empty except for you 

the lighting section of home depot

stairwells

[doomgeneration1995]

•hospital waiting rooms •airports from midnight to 7am • bathrooms in small concert venues

[midtownsparker]

I just got the weirdest feeling I swear

[the-crepes-of-wrath]

OK LISTEN THERE ARE REASONS FOR THIS!!!

A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when you’re in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because we’re not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.

The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISN’T RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is like “I already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.” Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediate “danger” impulse but we’re still left with a feeling of wariness and unease. 

Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd. 

[sp1ne-sh0t]

I, for one, appreciate your passion for liminal spaces and thank you for explaining it to the rest of us.

[ofdeathandfear]

@michellebennettmagemundane

The boy lay with his back on the floor braced up on his forearms and stared with open-mouthed horror. Four dead. One had fallen right at his feet and the others were strewn about the room in various states with groceries dispersed among them haphazardly. It was the man right in front of him who stared blankly that had the teen scooting back in a panic along the floor.

“Pilot?” he asks shrilly, eyes shooting back and forth between the beast-like machine and the woman. “That thing just killed them, what are you talking about?!”

[michellemagemundane]

Michelle slowly got to her feet, and gave the great red wolf a soft, crooning call, the same one she’d been giving it every day since she’d helped breathe life into her. She waited a moment, and her patience was rewarded with a soft croon echoed back at her. She then began picking up her groceries.

“Simply what I said. She has chosen a pilot. She can move alright on her own, but it will take a pilot to make her truly great. It seems the great wolf has chosen you, young pup.”

She finished, picking up the last of the terrsle fruits and walking towards the wolf and the boy, skirts holding most of her produce. 

“The question then becomes, do you accept?”

[frostbitfun]

❅— he chuckled, a grin forming on his features as she decided to join in on the fun instead of making him fix it. not that he would be able to he really didn’t know much about fixing machines so much as taking them apart and causing mischief with them. too bad he wasn’t on a Galra ship he could probably do major damage if left to his own whim over there. 

“and I love you too, but if I tell you what I did you cannot tell Hunk or Pidge or basically anyone on this ship. otherwise I cannot tell you anything else..”

[michellemagemundane]

Michelle gave him a grin. 

“I promise I won’t tell Hunk or Pidge or anyone on this ship, and, as a show of good will, I also promise not to tell anyone off the ship.”

She paused for a moment before peering down the hall, head cocked to the side so she could listen. She then waved a hand in the air, letting the small machines that usually hovered nearby her flicker into visibility. A small map coalesced before her, and on it several slow moving, blinking colors in the primary colors.  

“Also, you have about three minutes before they make it down the hall, so.”