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Please reblog things from it’s source. Please and thank you.
>> 🔥 << ❝ THAT DOESN’T look right ——— not my M.O anyway. why’d y’think it was ME ?? ❞
@misfxrtunatecrown ( for trish ) / 🔥
“I had a feeling it wasn’t though you... as for why because it seems almost inhuman. That’s why.”
Trish in the world of witches is known as the giant ice fighter among the witches realm, while in the realm of the human, she is known as an arms dealer of the underground. She was well better known as the Phantom sniper to those that deal with underground assassins. For anyone familiar with Trish, the arms dealer has been dealing with a counterpart or a copy, as Trish calls it. While the copy holds her very personality traits, it was also given a story to live out with the witch’s familiars at her side (Alejandro and Florence).
The copy lived as a child without power but managed on her own to rise from the darkness as a lioness for her younger siblings. However, it is not far off from the witch’s own story. Very close to it that it only felt acceptable to have upon the human plane except her parents were a giant (father) and a witch (witch) witch. Unlike the human copy, the witch stands at 10ft 2in with a bit more of a calming demeanor, but she still holds her snarky temper that so rarely comes out.
She is part of the council of witches, but her specialty is appealing magic to fighting. Some witches wish to learn magic from protection magic, and so on then, some would rather fight over just standing there and waving their hand for simple protection. It did nothing for their reputation as scrawny creatures that would avoid a ‘so-called’ fair fight. Laughable, isn’t it? Well, Trish sure thought so, which was why she opened a gym to teach those willing to put up a fight. Over the traditional witch’s way of brains over brawns, she saw no reason to add both into an advantage for the younger generation. It was something that many took part in and even found enough excitement with such teaching that they created their own little fight night just to see whom out of all Trish’s students were better or could beat her.
Such is nothing but a pipe dream since none could even touch her; even if they could, she was always the first to draw blood. Which was a bit of a laugh, but it at least told her just how far some had either improved or just didn’t have what it took to be a fighter witch. She is known as a mother to most of the younger witches by the way she teaches, which some said they either felt at home or weird to have a second mom but got used to it after a few weeks.
Those who wonder why there are two is because while fighting magic is her specialty, she could always use a particular type of spiritual magic. One that splits a piece of her soul to create a double to either mimic her or do other tasks in her stead. Through the copy’s eyes, she can even see if she was to focus hard enough; Trish can even cast spells on the double if she so pleased while in her deep focus, which the witch started to do after a few unsavory encounters, as she called it though some of them left a positive impact while others…not so much.
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BIT OF INFO. ON THE WITCH OF MISFORTUNE
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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Trish Wilson
𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 (𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂): ????
𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒): Spanish, Japanese, Latin, Russian, Swedish, Greek, Italian (She is learning others)
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Massues | Weapons Dealer | Witch Council
𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: Ice Fighter, Phantom Sniper (Even if it is the code name for her double she just liked it to much.)
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Alive
𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Witch Council,
𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: Standing at 10ft 2in she is regarded as a giant among the witches, her hair is in a show cut. It is a natural white like freshly fallen snow
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍: She/Her
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Wïlltunē formally called William a single witch who used to share both body and a bit of mental space with the entity known as Misfortune. Both lived separately as if they were both their own person with a single form, all thanks to his father, only for wishing to lengthen his life since William would have died at a very young age. What his father thought was a brilliant idea turned out to be a nightmare to the witch alone due to being apart of the being of misfortune made it difficult to even be around others without casting some form of misfortune.
Even Misfortune was not too keen on the sudden arrangement forced upon them. Sleeping the day away was perfect till they had to deal with the day they became attached to a newborn infant. Upon such disgrace in the felines terms, they ended up casting a small, almost laughable cloud of misfortune upon the hospital floor he was on. Which only surrounded the single room they occupied for the moment. Upside it affected those that entered the hospital room plus both parents.
Within a few months, a few were met with some small misfortune from being robbed, losing their keys, or something to such extent. While it did take a while, the parents were the last to go after a few years. Which was a good thing since both them and the twin the boy had needed their parents just to get by. However, the entity gave it until their 5th birthday. Thankfully both the father’s familiar (Sahxæ) and mother’s familiar (Nitu) were still around. Yet separated the twins as the father’s familiar put it, ‘Keeping Madison safe from whatever their parents brought into the house.’ Something William was too young to truly understand just what Sahxæ meant by that till later in his life.
Speaking of which, he lived as a witch for hire and father of three in his current life. They are the fathers of three. With their wife being deceased after giving them their twins Ethan and Megan. He had spent years on his own taking care of the children with Nitu’s help. Upon all the children becoming an appropriate age to understand just what he would tell them from magic to essential day to day activities needed for a witch. This was when William and Misfortune started to have conversations with themselves about combining their subconscious. After all, it was something they did when they both wanted to get a word in. But it made it, how should they say, entertaining the fact that both together created a whole new personality with one another. Something they knew would never be possible if it weren’t for the long years they had to deal with one another.
It was better than fighting over whom got to speak or be in control of the single body. They even came up with the name together, combining a few letters from both names to get what they have now. Before the process even began, William had informed his children the days before the ritual. It is a bit rare for the witches’ land, but the council handled the other’s actions.
While performing said ritual, both sources of life were snuffed out for a matter of ten minutes, told by one of the council members. It was concerning, but none were to move from the spot they occupied. Nor were they to stop as he told them all before they started. So they continued as instructed, which lasted a few long hours before either was able to finally show even an inkling sign of life before the council. Thankfully it was successful; otherwise, the council would have to place such a heavy burden upon someone else as head of the council.
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BIT OF INFO. ON THE WITCH OF MISFORTUNE
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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Wïlltunē Thompson (Will for short)
𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 (𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂): ????
𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄(𝐒): Thanks to Misfortune all of them
𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Witch Council Head | Witch for Hire (Also a teacher)
𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒: Witch of Misfortune
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Alive (Again)
𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Witch Council, Dark Witches (Head Witch)
𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: He is a witch that stands at 6 ft 9 in in height with a lean yet muscular build. Raven black shoulder length hair that tends to look unkempt and tired messily in a ribbon that belonged to their late wife.Eyes use to change from a deep crimson to a pale lavender now their right eye is crimson while the left is a pale lavender.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍: Them/They, He/Him
𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓: When speaking there are two voices that can be heard at once speaking in perfect unison. It is fairly easy to notice since one voice is a pitch higher than the other.
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[ give ] (Anton @ Kurenai)
[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm | @lunafaeris
Boy, was she not up for going to this little event that many previous opponents were also invited to. Sure on stage, she was calm and ready to impress the masses, but this. THIS. Socializing now that was a complete nightmare. AN UTTER NIGHTMARE. No matter how much her sister styled up her hair and put her dress together did not make this any better. Eyes were glued on the door that she was to enter with Anton.
Fingers were intertwined together as she squeezed at her hands to try and ease her nerves. Just the nerves and thoughts in her head blocked out her siblings, who were trying to comfort her. She flinched when she felt a slight nudge. Thinking that she was blocking someone’s way, she stepped to the side only to see that it was Anton with an arm out.
A smile on his face as always, something that had the power to calm her even at the worst times. Yes, she was frightened, but she had him at her side for the night. Unlocking her fingers, she reached out and took a firm hold of the arm he offered out. She was moving closer so that she was able to rest both hands on his arm.
“Thanks… I’m ready now.”
She said, still a bit hesitant, but she made sure that her tone held a bit if not a small bit of excitement in it.
nonverbal memes
add + to reverse who does the action
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine [ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc. [ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair [ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
Savage 2x (Bahari & Megan Thee Stallion mashup)
I posted a preview of this mashup on Soundcloud and I wanted to completed this so bad but I couldn’t find the instrumental for Bahari’s Savage so I went on this site called Moises.ai and create one. Pretty good site and highly recommend to those who wanted to create instrumentals and acapellas of their favorite songs. I completed this mashup during the week Megan’s Savage hit No. 1 on Billboard Hot 100.
Songs;
Savage by Bahari (Instrumental and Acapella made by me)
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Savage by Megan Thee Stallion (Original and Remix Acapella on Youtube)
I hope you enjoyed the track. Don’t forget to like, reblog and share. I own nothing but my interpretation of this mashup idea.
Aloha Oe(Remy to baby Adam)
The Ultimate Angst Prompt List | @unholybloodshed
Aloha Oe: my character has to say goodbye to your character.
Only a few short years – twelve, according to the humans – but to Remy, it felt like the blink of an eye. Not enough time, not nearly long enough for them to enjoy time with their child… the only remnant of the past. And with every month their son grew, he reminded Remy more and more of the virtue’s lost love. It was agonizing, shocking and comforting all at the same time. He hadn’t even been able to see their child before he died… the archangel hadn’t given birth yet. If only they’d been a little faster, then maybe…
But with the past behind them, Remy truly enjoyed the twelve years at their baby boy’s side, watching him grow and learn. The virtue instructed the human family Adam was given to not to tell the boy about his heritage; let him live life as a normal, HAPPY human being… and if it became necessary for him to know more, then they would cross that bridge when it came. Perhaps even more difficult than seeing a smaller-sized version of their dead lover in Adam, was having to live beside him and pretend they weren’t related. It became easier as the years went though, as masquerading as a close friend of the human family essentially had them treat Remy as if they were family.
But that only made it all the more painful when it came time to say goodbye. Naturally Adam was upset by the news that Remy was leaving, and even insisted on following the virtue. They couldn’t allow that.
“ I’m sorry, darling. I have business that takes me far away from here, and I do not know when I shall return… but I must go. I can’t take you with me. I truly wish that I could, but— I cannot… It isn’t safe. ”
The child’s tears hit Remy’s heart like a thousand knives, and if it weren’t for the repeated reminder in the back of their head, that staying meant very likely putting Adam in GRAVE DANGER and gaining the attention of all sorts of wicked beings who would love to use him against the virtue, then they likely would have relented and stayed as the young boy pleaded for them to.
Giving him that final hug (that felt longer than any hug ever given) and turning away, Remy did one of the most painful, HEARTBREAKING things the virtue of kindness had ever done in their long existence:
Letting go.
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Michele Mascitti (1664-1760) - Sonata “Psyche” for Violin and Basso continuo in D-Major, Op. 5 No. 12, II. Les vents (Allegro). Performed by Fabio Biondi, violin, and Europa Galante on period instruments.
what does “e-y-e-s” spell? [OC animatic]
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TO WHOM DOES YOUR HEART BELONG?
your heart belongs to The Sun
you are a wildfire waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. you are passion itself, full of rage and joy and love and pain. you are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? not all that is new will hurt you. let others into your life. you will not burn them. you do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. you will heal. i promise you will heal.
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Witch’s Library Aesthetic
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MMMMMMMMMAYBE
What do ya mean maybe? Get ya angst ass back here!
I see a bastard in my inbox that I have not seen for many moons on the tumtums... sup bitch.
hey bitch
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