burn the witch

indie fandomless oc. not associated with jason momoa or any of his works. loved forever by skye.

[salmiire]

hi i give up on the single blogs life i have too many muses sjdnksjdn

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[naivelost]

@shiftingfiigures sent  📷 for an instagram aesthetic !

[bunney]

*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine

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A S S H O L E 

❝ No  shit,  buddy— ❞ Jihun scoffs and sticks hands upon his hips,  STANDING  his ground next to the other. The  grumpy  man had been mumbling away again, preachy ramble  devolving  into barely-voiced mutters. Gangly,  clumsy  limbs are only slightly teasing the male as they attempt to then mimic his pose. ❝ I was  TALKING  to you, genius, listen for  once,  fuck. ❞

    he chuckles, a shrug bouncing his wide shoulders. ‘ i never listen. i’m surprised you aren’t used to it already. ‘ shit eating grin plops itself down onto his ragged features, as his pose drops, hoping to flee the teasing. ‘ i’m sorry, honeybear, continue on. ‘ his words had a lilt, signifying that now it was his turn to tease. 

[fyeslucifer]

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R O S E M A R Y !! 

   ❝Something like that, I suppose…though I really deal more with dreams.❞ As Rosemary speaks, she sits down on the ground and motions for him to join her. She thinks they’ll both be more comfortable that way. ❝I live between this world and dreams. I can do a few things here…but my real power comes from when I sleep. I can do practically anything there.❞

    normally, he would protest at the offer ( definitely scoff at the least ). but she brought a calm over him that he had never felt before, as well as a natural compliance. so, he slinks his way over && plops beside her, still listening to her words. it was interesting, almost mind blowing. he had never, thought about anyone like this existing, && yet here she was, so graceful && r e a l. it was marvelous.        ‘ interesting. do you ever have dreams that you can’t control, or is it your own kingdom?? ‘

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     Such a notion would be gratefully accepted should his hands have been clean, but to both of their dismay, he was gross, and therefore not allowed to touch her.

      “’Tis indeed,” she confirmed, head nodding at him. "I am the way I am because it is hotheaded. But would you expect less of a demon?”

    he wasn’t expecting her to agree with him, though he wasn’t sure what he expected from her at all. much less expected was the word that slithered from her mouth, causing him to come to a complete halt. demon. the only demonic thing he had known was vera, && now something that he had thought resembled her had just broken his expectation down with just a tap of her finger.          ‘ demon... do all demons have these powers, huh ?? ‘

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hi i lov yall it’s just my muse has escaped rn cause he’s a little SHIT so follow me on my more active blogs @selfmadebarbie && @apollowocds

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yo waddup hiatus warning for like five - six days <3 <3

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i feel like im forcing eros muse rn so find me on @selfmadebarbie or @apollowocds for rn.

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? ? ?

       Her posture was forced to straighten, the irregularity in her waist showing more clearly as her legs moved and crossed at the ankles. There was some small cracking sounds, causing her to wince, but after a moment of tensing she calmed, seeming to revel in the feel of whatever had just broken within her.       “And what of magic? What abilities do you possess?” She questions, motioning vaguely in his direction before drawing her hand back to herself and tugging down the hems of her lace gloves. “My blood boils in your presence; you are not just human.” 

    her display, accidental or not, was enough to cause a shiver to flutter down his spine, not to mention her tiny waist. he was from a time when corsets were normal, but she looked like she could be snapped in half with ease... if he weren’t trapped.      however, he just grinned at her questions, his shoulders giving a quick bounce. if you were to ask him, he didn’t owe her any information. especially with how rude she had been, so he just puts his hands on his hips before speaking.          ‘ i’m just human, sweetheart. i don’t know what to tell you. maybe your blood is just as hotheaded as you, eh ?? ‘

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R O S E M A R Y ;;

  ❝Well, to keep things simple…I’m dreams personified.❞ Rosemary says it’s simple, but she knows the concept of her existence is anything but. At times even she has a difficult time understanding what she is and how she got here. Then again, she figures most people have that question regardless of what they are. 

    well that was something he hadn’t heard before. he believed it, but it was still interesting to say the least, a tad confusing though. so he sits for a moment && tries to wrap his head around it, wondering now if she was aware of all the dreams he had ever had, good && bad. was she all dreams personified, or just the idea of them?? was there nightmares personified out there?? it was a big concept.          ‘ interesting... so are you like the sandman or something ?? ‘

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? ? ?

     "Oh, have I offended you?“ Sage asked, feigned sympathy laced in her tone as she forced a pout. She couldn’t maintain the look long before rolling her eyes and taking another step away from him.

     A hand slipped within her already unbuttoned top, and this time she pulled out a small cloth- a handkerchief. More roots raised from the ground and she dusted them off with the handkerchief before laying it flat, pulling her skirt against the back of her legs, and sitting.

      Solid black eyes settled on him once more, head tilting thoughtfully and allowing perpetually silky black curls to fall over her shoulder. "I cannot answer such a question simply.” she informed then studied him. “But since you have so rudely disallowed my leaving, and I have returned the favor,” a hand motioned outward with unneeded grace, “I believe I will ask the same of you: what are you?”

    it was humiliating, watching this woman take back control && practically rub her root powers in his face. so, forgive him if he drops his gaze, instead looking at the roots && contemplating if he should even fight getting out. he respected nature, protected it with most of his time, so here eros is, hesitating. accepting his fate.      icy eyes look back up && seem to pierce into her soul as he just stares for a moment, body language replicating a cornered predator.          ‘ a human. ‘     technically, it was right. even if it wasn’t at all what he seemed to be anymore. these days he was more animal than mortal, more rage than man. his humanity had been torn from him, but for the moment it was all he wanted to cough up.

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She did not cause trouble in the forest. Maeve walked quietly, disturbing no fallen leaf, snapping no dry twig. The sounds spooked her. The noise scared her. But the solitude brought her comfort, with no-one but HM beside her. He was a loyal, patient dog, but he broke his usual silence at the attack, yelping and whimpering beneath the beast.

And Maeve – she was petrified. Weak. Small. This was not the first time Maeve had been face with what seemed to be nothing less than death for someone she cared deeply for. Someone without whom she would not survive.

And she was too frightened to move.

    hovering over the smaller creature, he looks over, see’s the woman who seemed to be frozen in place. he looks back at the dog && moves off of it, turning his back on the two for just a moment to shake, as if he was trying to get off the scent on the pup.          ‘ sorry. i wasn’t looking where i was going. ‘     his words come out so casual, icy irises flicking back up to the two before bringing his paw to his face, further cleaning himself off.          ‘ hope you forgive me. ‘

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E V E ;;

  ❝No way! Everyone looks good in sparkles.❞ Or at least they do in her opinion. Even if he doesn’t wanted to get blinged-out in jewels she thinks he should at the very least throw some glitter onto his furs. She thinks she’ll save her fashion tips for when they know each other better. ❝Jeez you’re like, really spoiling me! What do you want in return?❞

    a laugh bubbles from his lips as he shakes his head, gently dismissing her statement. he had always looked like some kind of buff disco ball anytime he wore glitter, it just wasn’t his taste. still, at her question he pauses && thinks, genuinely for a moment.          ‘ food?? i’m always down for some good grub. ‘

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R O S E M A R Y !!

  When he reenters, her lavender hues widen momentarily. She is surprised by his new form but she doesn’t seem startled by him. One reason for this is because he isn’t the first shapeshifter she has encountered before. More than that though, she isn’t frightened because he has been kind to her and she doubts he will harm her. ❝Well, that all depends on you.❞ Rosemary’s smile returns as she offers her hand to him. 

   he hesitates for a second, her expression causing the halt for only mere seconds. when she gives him the simple cue he approaches, his movements more careless than his usual stalking that his limbs fell so easily into. it was unusual that he was this kind or this obedient, probably had something to do with the soft calm that had fluttered over him when he saw her. eros didn’t feel the usual need to be hostile or protective, it was nice for him.         ‘ so what are you?? you didn’t seem phased by me. it’s curious. ‘

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     ( starter for @shysweet-hellhound )     long limbs ran && ran && ran, running towards nothing && yet running from nothing. it was just a simple dash through the woods, maybe to expel pent up energy. but when something bumps into him, or maybe the opposite, he finds himself falling, the mystery animal also sliding off it’s feet from the impact.      his first instinct is to snarl, growl, && intimidate, so his big frame finds himself looming over the intruder, strong jaws && sharp teeth on full display as he roars in it’s face, trapping it under him. the intent was to frighten, not kill, but he would be surprised if it appeared that way.