#utterly-angela-hm

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Shh, theres a squirrel he’s about to capture sitting on the anvil...

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@utterly-angela-hm​ your order is up!

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         He was certain that he would never get used to walking out his front door to see her pulling up a few of the herbs that grew in his yard. Usually he’d just scoff, turn and head on his way. Sometimes he’d pretend like she wasn’t even there, if he could lock up and walk off fast enough. Afterall, it was daunting to have to talk to strangers. And boy, was she strange.

         But today, for some reason only the Goddess knew, he felt the need to say something to her. Unfortunately he didn’t think before he spoke...

        ❝ Do you always just, take things out of other people’s front yards? Don’t you have a farm... why can’t you just grow them yourself? ❞

[wiccathewizard]

utterly-angela-hm answered:

It all started in Fugue Forest. Angela had been scouting the woods that day, trying to find the ever elusive Fugue Mushroom. At this point, she didn’t even know what she planned on doing with the toadstool, but she did know one thing— she was curious about it. And when Angela got curious, well, not much could stop her from running off and jumping into something headfirst. So it wasn’t a wonder that she didn’t pay attention when she wandered from the worn path running from the gate back to the Witch Princess’s house. And it wasn’t a wonder that, once she realized her mistake and attempted to rectify it, Angela got even more disoriented. It was a surprise, however, to see a lone figure dozing off at the roots of a particularly sturdy looking evergreen. She inched forward to peek at the stranger’s face. He was dressed rather strangely— in purple and black and a little bit of grey, with wavy golden locks of hair that framed his face. Despite his gothic choice of clothing, Angela couldn’t help but notice how utterly at peace he looked. A sense of mystery pulsed through her. Suddenly she was filled with a million questions about the young man. Slowly, as though being dragged by a magnet, she crouched down beside him, studying his features with ever increasing interest.

It had been a very long time since Wicca felt more at peace. He could understand why Vivi and Gale chose this area to set up residence. The two didn't get along even in his presence, but both of them got along with Wicca well enough. Though he'd never understand why they'd build their houses so close to a human village; then again, he was sure one to talk. He was learning a lot from Vivi, whom also shared the title of Witch Princess, just like his mother. An esteemed title reserved for the most powerful, influential and respected of witches. Wicca himself wished to one day claim the male equivalent, Wizard Prince.

Despite visiting the two other members of his people, Wicca left them to their privacy and had taken it upon himself to explore the area and generally relax. It was how he found himself falling asleep underneath the evergreen. Despite being asleep, his senses were still alert. He was disturbed from deep sleep with the approach of some presence. However, he didn't fully awaken until she was practically on top of him.

Wicca's eyes shot open to see the face of some strange girl so near his immediate vicinity. With a small startled cry, he slipped off the trunk, getting into a defensive stance, pulling a dagger out from underneath his cloak. He glared at the girl, red eyes darting over her body. She wasn't armed. She didn't look like anything but a villager.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

[wildflowerisms]

◎ Is there a boy you like? If so, what is it about him that made you like him?

Chelsea tilted her head and thought about it. “Well, all the boys on the island are nice. Denny is fun to hang out with. Vaughn is rude though. He needs to lighten up! No matter how good looking he is, he won’t have any friends if he’s always scowling! There’s no one I really like-like yet. Does Joker count?” She grinned. “Oh I did meet a boy the other day. He was kinda cute and pretty funny. I was laughing so hard.” She laughed now at the memory of him, ass up when he got caught in a crate. “He told me he had been fending off a tiger and then tried to give me a blue feather cause he thought it was an accessory.” She started laughing again. “Oh, his name was Luke. I don’t know where he’s from though. Not from around here anyway.”

[rosaceaerpgirl]

Drink up! CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG! *frat boy chant*

✿ Jill looks over at Angela, eyes blinking multiple times to focus through her drunken haze. “Did I ever tell you I once got kissed by a man dressed as a woman at an ‘anime convention’ in the city? …It wasn’t that bad of a kiss, actually.” Jill won’t be able to tell you in the morning if she flushed deep red and passed out from embarrassment or the alcohol.

[rosaceaerpgirl]

"Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off? He's all right now." BA DUM TISS

✿ Jill snorted at the joke. ”Looks like he should have…left matters alone,” she joked back through a laugh.