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Ryan || 218 || Witch Owner of Brewed and Bottled "I was left to struggle with a child's blindness, added to a student's thirst for knowledge." –– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

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timid-little-tia:

Tia gave once fleeting glance back at the door before she was lead away and seated. “Thank You, Sir.” She mumbled taking the cup. Tia couldn’t remember the last time she had tea - but she did remember the way her mother used to make it. Cream and two sugars, her favourite.

Adding the ingredients she stirred the tea well before taking a sip, with a soft hum of approval. She gestured towards her tattoo. “I was a witch, but I was never really good at it.” Tia shrugged. “I could never really seem to grasp magic. It’s a shame..I did try my hardest at it.”

“Are you a half-blood witch? Powers usually come later in life for them. Though, I suppose it doesn’t matter either way now. At least you can take comfort in the fact that it didn’t mean anything if you weren’t skilled with magic to begin with. I wasn’t either, I think I blew up half our barn when I was still developing my magic.” He smiled fondly as his mind drifted back to the memory before snapping himself out of such daydreams. He had a guest to entertain after all. “It happens, I think in the end it’s all about having the right mentors.”

Shame she didn’t have her powers anymore, he would have loved to teach her how to hone her skills. As it was, she was no more than human. “How did a witch like you end up here then? I’d hope it wasn’t just your ineptitude at magic.” Or maybe it was, that would be a true shame.

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timid-little-tia:

Tia jumped a little with a gasp of surprise. “Oh..” She breathed in relief. “”I’m just browsing..” She admitted. “I’m not much of an alchemist really.” She eyed the magic teapot enviously - only wishing she could’ve controlled such magic when she had the ability to do so.

Nervously, she glanced back out the shop window. “I um…I should be heading back to my cell, soon Sir.”

Ryan carefully tried to pick apart here words. People often didn’t browse in here unless they were familiar with magic, and suggesting she was not much of an alchemist meant she was still one in some regard. A quick look over her and he was able to spot the slave tattoo on her body. Interesting, a witch slave. He hadn’t come across one in a while. This should be fun.

“I’m sure you’re not in any hurry to head back to your cell. If the guards ask I’ll vouch for you.” He smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently guiding her inside the shop. “You were drawn in here for a reason. Why don’t you share it with me. I insist you at least stay for a cup of tea.” He told her, motioning towards a teacup on a saucer with small jars or cream and sugar beside it. 

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Whilst on her way back from work, Tia often frequented by Brewed and Bottled to do a little window shopping. She never had actually entered the store before, she just enjoyed looking at the little bottles and trinkets in the shop window. The fascinated her.

However, this time, she had found herself pushing the shop door open, with a small jingle of the doorbell, and scanning the various array of bottles and reagents available.

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It was a nice day, slow but that didn’t bother Ryan any. He liked the relaxed atmosphere and let himself melt into the counter, idly sketching the random things that passed by his window. Today it was a lovely girl, one he’d often seen pass by but who had never stopped to chat. Well, until today.

Smiling, Ryan hopped off his stool and made his way over to the girl. “Well, hello there. Lovely seeing you here, anything I can do for you today?” He asked, at the same time sending a spell towards a tea set nearby which burst to life, quickly boiling water and brewing leaves. “Like some tea?”

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Ever had a threesome?

“Definitely.”

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What was your dream growing up?

“Pretty sure I wanted to be some sort of artist. A painter or a musician, something like that. Who knows, maybe I’ll make it happen one day.”

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First love?

“A girl I grew up with, easily the smartest and most beautiful person I’d ever known. She was my first everything.”

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What place do you want to travel to?

“Always been curious to find out if that whole life on other plants deal was true.”

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Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse.

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Harass my muse with questions about their relationships, their past, their future or anything else you’ve always wanted to know but never asked.

Make them question their actions or decisions, or think about things they’ve never considered before. 

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xchloexhalex:

“He’s my Master, I should be with him. I think I expressed myself poorly. He’s still him, not matter in which body he is at the moment, and that’s all I care about” Chloe narrowed her eyes at this reply. “At least one of us is having fun in this whole mess”

“So you’re King’s slave?” He tried to remember who King had claimed, but never bothered to remember that sort of thing. He had more important facts to fill his brain with, at least with how he saw it. “He’ll still be him, though that doesn’t do you much good if you can’t recognize him. It’s not an ideal situation, but it doesn’t do me much good to get into a huff over it. Might as well take enjoyment out of what I can. Maybe you should try not to take yourself so seriously?”

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petraholloway:

Holy shit. Georgia, or whoever was wearing her skin, smelled delicious.

Petra involuntarily pressed herself against the bars.

“Not really? God your voice sounds fuckin weird…” She was distracted by a heavy inhale. Petra could hear the heartbeat. She practically wanted to dismember them just so she could see that heart in action. Taste it.

“Okay, why do you smell so damn good? Also I assume you’re not Georgia because she doesn’t have that weird halfass accent you’re doing…”

She licked her lips, eyeing his throat.

Ryan ignored the woman’s comments about his voice. He could criticize the way he sounded, she couldn’t. Perhaps after all this was over and he figured out who she was he could punish her for the minor offense. But he’d get to that when the time came, for now he still had to find out who she was and what was going on entirely.

“Stab in the dark here, but I’m guessing because you want to feed.” He could practically smell the desperation from her, thought not as strongly as her distinctive scent. It took him a minute or two to pick it apart from all the other smells down here but it was strong and sour in his nostrils. She was most definitely the living dead. “Welcome to vampirism, never-ending thirst and bloodlust awaits you.” He teased.

Though, in retrospect, perhaps he shouldn’t. He didn’t like the way she was eyeing him like he was dinner. In is normal body he wouldn’t have been bothered, his magic protected him from most things, least of all a vampire’s hunger. In a new body that felt smaller than his own with powers he didn’t know how to use, he wasn’t sure about his chances. Thankfully the bars still separated them.

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slavemelody:

Her words would sound very strange if one assumed that this was the real Georgia, but of course they made perfect sense coming from somebody else who had found themself stuck in her body. That confirmed it, then. Although as to who this really was, Melody had no idea. 

She was surprised and dismayed that this person had instantly taken her to be an imposter also. She didn’t expect her disguise to be fully convincing yet, but she didn’t think her charade would be seen through so quickly. If this person found out who she really was, Melody could be in big trouble. She really had no choice but to continue the lie and hope for the best. After all, she still looked like Pippa to everyone else, which gave her some advantage here. She wished now that she’d avoided this conversation, but it was too late for such regrets. 

“W-What are you talking about? Of course I’m Pippa!” she insisted, a little flustered. “And you’re that slave, Georgia… well, you shouldn’t be saying such silly things, unless you want to get punished…” she told them, silently praying that the prospect would prove intimidating enough that they’d drop the subject and leave her alone.

The reply caught him a bit off guard. He was expecting them to give once they’d been found out. A facade was hard to keep up, and this was no exception. Even though she reacted the way a typical master would probably react, but there was still something that felt fundamentally off. She may have looked like Pippa, and somewhat (thought he had nothing to compare it to) spoke like Pippa, she didn’t have the demeanor of a feared manor head and slave breaker.

Actually, that gave Ryan an idea on how to find out for sure. Of course, if he was wrong then he was signing himself up for some serious trouble, but he was a risk taker like that. Finding out the answers to his questions always seemed worth the endeavor in his book. And thus, he decided to call the woman on her bluff. Hopefully. If not, then at the very least it isn’t his body he was potentially ruining (he hoped).

“Oh, so the big, bad slave breaker is going to punish me.” He mocked, stepping up closer to the woman. “And what exactly are you going to do to me if I don’t stop saying such silly things?” He challenged her, standing tall with his shoulders back. The masculine stance looked odd on Georgia’s feminine frame, especially with the robe hanging loosely off his shoulders, but he paid no mind to that. Used to the power that came with being a master, he didn’t even think twice about being in a slave’s body. He continued to display the same confidence he always did, and if this did turn out to be another master he’d explain to them as much. 

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xchloexhalex:

“Uh… I haven’t thought on that possibility. But he’ll still think like a man, right? I know you’re not Georgia. Who are you?”

“Yeah, he’ll still think like a man. Why do you need the alpha and how pertinent is it that he thinks like a man? Is a woman’s thoughts that much different?” Ryan was musing to himself, beginning to go on a tangent when he reeled himself back in due to her question. “Oh, and I’m not going to tell you. It ruins the mystery if I do, and there’s no fun in that.”

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slavemelody:

Melody wasn’t able to leave the island, so she would have to turn the current situation here to her advantage. If she had to stay here, she’d much rather be a mistress than a slave. She looked exactly like Pippa, and she’d already been able to pass as her. Clearly the best course of action was to continue this deception. She really needed some new clothes if she wanted to look fully convincing, so she headed into the town for this purpose. As she walked through the street, she tried to remember the siren’s mannerisms, how she acted and spoke. It was a good thing she’d paid such close attention to her before; she’d never anticipated that her fixation on the mistress could ever be put to such a use. 

The siren’s personality, her attitude, everything about her, were the complete opposite of Melody’s, but she tried to reassure herself that it didn’t matter. This would simply be like acting a role, and she was already rehearsing some lines in her head. She was already starting to feel different from her usual self. Before she’d been afraid even to walk down the street here, but now people avoided looking at her, moved out of her way, as if she owned the place. Having this body, and seeing the way people reacted to it, gave her a new kind of confidence.

She was brought out of her musings by the sight of Georgia standing naked before her, cupping her breasts while staring at her reflection, in full view of whoever might walk by. “Oh my god! What are you doing?” she exclaimed in surprise. This sort of thing usually made her very uncomfortable, and she couldn’t help a slight blush spreading across her face. But she was less concerned by it than she usually would be, in fact she was more bemused than anything. She knew that the wolf had very little shame in these matters, but this was a bit much even for her. It was the kind of odd behaviour that only made sense if she was not in fact the real Georgia, but was instead somebody else taking her form, admiring their own reflection just as Melody had done earlier.

Ryan jumped slightly, not expecting the sudden exclamation coming from somewhere behind him. He turned around to face the woman, dropping his hand from his breast but still not at all making a move to cover himself up. This wasn’t his body so he didn’t particularly care who saw it, and considering how attractive it was he was probably just doing the island a favor. Even if it were his body he still wouldn’t care. Nudity had never been an issue for him. The natural form was a beautiful thing, something to be admired and experienced. To feel embarrassed about it seemed foolish to him, and while he followed convention most times, the island was the one place he didn’t have to. It was one of the many reasons he enjoyed his freedom here so much.

As for the girl’s question, he had a feeling it was rhetorical but answered anyway. “I was examining these breasts. Never quite dealt with them from this angle before, but can’t say I’m disappointed.” He grinned, looking up at the woman. He’d expect the question to have come up, it was peculiar for someone to examine their own breast at random. It was the reaction itself, the slight embarrassment and shock at such a display. “You’re not Pippa, are you?” He didn’t know the siren well, but he knew of her enough to know that this wasn’t her. “Care to tell me who you really are?”

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lupinegeorgia:

Georgia had wondered where her own body was, who was now in it, but only briefly. It wasn’t like she’d be able to find it if she went looking; she’d have to just wait and see if she came across it in time. Part of her was hopeful to find it as soon as she could, needing to know that nothing too ridiculous or unthinkable was happening to it, and part of her just didn’t want to know. It’d also be plenty ridiculous and unthinkable to see her body with another mind fully controlling it, after all.

It wasn’t in her thoughts whatsoever as she meandered down the street in her mate’s body. But when she caught an incredibly strong, familiar scent, and it affected her similar to the way Seamus’s normally affected her, she had to investigate, turning her head just in time to see a woman’s slim hands reaching up to fondle her own breasts. “Why’s everyone doin’ tha’?” She’d neglected the cock she’d been given for strange, personal reasons, yet expected others to do the same. Doing a double take and realizing Georgia was looking at Georgia, she stared for a good minute, examining the body she’d gone through twenty years in thoroughly from a new perspective. Despite the faded scars, both self- and Master-inflicted, she looked decent. Too thin, even for her liking, but almost good nonetheless. She growled as her steely gaze returned to the ongoing groping, charging towards the nude werewolf and taking her hands roughly to pull them off of her chest. “Don’t feckin’ touch me—”

While she’d been hesitant to reveal her true identity to anyone else, there was no avoiding it now. She’d just have to hope there was someone in there that halfway respected her, though from the little that she’d seen, it wasn’t likely.

Ryan liked the warm feeling that was slowly spreading through his body, slightly aroused by the touch and the sight of his reflection. The nipples on his real body weren’t this sensitive, nor did it have the soft curves and smooth planes that Georgia’s body had. It was certainly a sight he’d admired quite a bit, but he’d never experienced quite like this. It wasn’t much a stretch then for him to come to the decision that he definitely needed to explore Georgia’s body more. He’d love to see what a female orgasm was like, and multiple ones that that. The possibilities were opening up to him and he wasn’t one to resist his desires.

Before he could act on any of this however, his thoughts were interrupted by someone coming at him and pulling his hands away from his chest. “Hey man, what gives?” He snapped, pulling his arms back and tossing the robe back on over his shoulders. He could feel a flare of anger and annoyance at the other, and was actually surprised by that. He’d learned a long time ago how to ignore his feelings on things that were inconsequential. The little flares of emotion had long since dulled for him. It seemed it was different for the wolf.

He cleared his throat and shook it off, instead focusing on the man. “Touch you? You’re the one who-” Suddenly the man’s words registered inside his brain, a quick aha bulb going off in his head. “Touch you. Georgia?”

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petraholloway:

Petra awoke with a groan, stretching out on her cot. She rubbed at her temples, face tight. Why did she feel so weird? Half hungover half… thirsty? Hungry? She really couldn’t tell.

When she finally managed to open her eyes she was surprised to see that she looked… different. She was taller and skinnier and… her nails were done. She reached up to look at her hair to see it was bright red. So this day was off to a sufficiently weird start.

She felt her face, attempting to determine who she had become. She was fairly certain she was a mistress? She certainly didn’t recognize her, certainly. Then she felt her thumb be pricked. She pulled her finger back in shock. She was a vampire? Oh this wasn’t good.

She was hungry.

She went to the bars and began to pace. Hopefully she would be able to feed or something soon. They wouldn’t starve a mistress right? Right?

Ryan looked in between the bars at the woman inside. “You seem confused.” He told her, though even as he did so he was taken aback by the sound of his own voice. It was still something he was getting used to, but he had to piece together what was happening on the island. For some reason that led him here. Perhaps his attempt at finding his own body or who knows what, but he figured he had to see how the slaves were coping.

If this woman were any indication, it seemed they weren’t.

“You alright there, love?” He asked her, feeling weird using this higher pitched voice, so different from his own. Her mouth formed so strangely around his words, their accents different from each other’s.