#witchlingforhire

[son-oftheuniverse]

@witchlingforhire​  ||  lyric starter.

“The universe works in MYSTERIOUS ways, but I’m starting to think it ain’t working for me.”

[ll-underestimated-ll]

Let's watch bad horror movies and play all the King's Quest games. I'll bring my own snacks? ~ WitchlingForHire

Sounds like an appropriate down time activity. Could make a party out of it perhaps?

Also are we talking all of them? Would be interesting to see if there are even downloads of the ones from the 80s floating around. Surely there must be at this point.

[weakermoments]

@witchlingforhire​​ - Sp00ky? I think not

-` 🔪 ´- 【 “ What is  this?  Halloween already ? ” 

[pinkxpistol]

@witchlingforhire​ said: "Oh. I'm so sorry, the wind caught that wrapper before it made it to the garbage. Uhm, here, I have wipes."

“Ah, don’t worry sweety. I’ve got a few things at home that can get the stain out. The wind can really sneak up on ya, can’t it?”

[mister-bloom]

"Your flower is very pretty, ...Mister? M-Miss? Um, Mx?" ~witchlingforhire

“It’s Mister Bloom.”

“I appreciate the compliment, little one.”@witchlingforhire

[son-oftheuniverse]

@witchlingforhire​​ asked:

"Hello! I have a delivery for a Mr. Steven Universe?" Inez announces as she touches down on her broom, three boxes neatly tied to an d hanging off of a hook on the front. "I'm sorry if I'm a surprise, the regular delivery man had a nasty engine failure and well... I helped! You're the last one on the list." ~WitchlingForHire

One surprise after another. He’d just gotten to his bed and breakfast when the girl on the floating broom touched down to the ground at his door.  “A delivery? For me?”

He hadn’t ordered anything, but maybe Connie or Dad had? After all, it wasn’t as though he’d kept the address a secret from them. He told them everything. Every place he was going, every stop he was making. He kept them in the loop.

“Um, okaaay,”  he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to figure out what was in the boxes, rubbing the back of his neck.  “Thank... you...?”

“Uh, I’m sorry—do you know who sent these?”  He didn’t mean to sound rude. He genuinely felt confused by this. Not only did he have an unknown delivery, one he was sure he’d know about if it were from his loved ones, but there was a... witch delivering them to him? It had him slightly unnerved and confused.

[cursedfortune]

"Oh, hello. Would you like me to move my things so you can get out of the rain as well?" ~WitchlingForHire

@witchlingforhire

There was an absence to the witch who stood openly in the rain. A fearlessness in the way she stared skyward, unflinching at the droplets that landed far too close to her eyes. This was her weather; no matter where she roamed a storm could always brew and rain would always find her.

Mortem's mother spoke vividly of the time of her daughter's birth. One would think this witch of entropy was born in the dead of night but no, she was born on the cusp of dawn. Her wails heralding a new day as a long night was finally put to rest. Funny how that seemed to carry over into the very purpose of this force of nature.

Storm-caller, they called the witches when they summoned one - as though it was meant to be an insult. Her lips curved into a smile against the backdrop of lightning that enacted her rage. It mattered not whether she brought rain to heal lands or storms to destroy them, the majority of mortals would perceive her kind foully.

It's rather amusing then that one would offer such kindness. Coal eyes slithered into the direction of the other and that absence suddenly becomes filled with one too many emotions. There's no vague expression nor teasing smile on her lips this time - just surprise. A... witch? It has been so long she she came across another of her kind. How unexpected. Composure lost as she stared.

"No." Mortem murmured, her answer so very soft yet just loud enough to pierce through the rain. Suddenly she is aware of just how old she is and all the horrors this body of hers endured, the scarring upon her soul. It's there and then it's gone.

She should enjoy this, to see another witch alive. Still alive. The things she did in the background of the main story to see her people live.

"Thank you, lovely. I'm quite comfortable out here." The smile revives itself to her lips, warm even against the cool rain. Despite being absolutely drenched she hardly seems to mind - shoulders loose, expression serene as she looks upon the unfamiliar witch as though she were a friend.

[littlebadger]

@witchlingforhire​   —   INEZ.

ㅤ-` 👻 ´- 【  “ As  PROMISED, Inez:  One ghost in a Fenton thermos for your…witch-ly duties.  …  Just—  please tell me you’re not gonna  melt  this one,  alright . . ? ”   He really didn’t feel right about  that.