#witchsker

[ofarson]

@witchsker  /  ❤️’d !

          “  if it wasn’t meant to be charred to ash, then why the fuck was it not flame retardant ?!  yeah !  take that !  ”

[dizzyizzyharper]

@witchsker​ has a bird to deal with

More cats. Lovely. Why hadn’t Juan mentioned how many feline oriented monsters were at this school? First the catpitalist and now this one... well it was less feline looking than the shopkeeper... and taller than Juan. Was Juan just a small, magical latino cat? Was it truly that much of honest advertising?

Either way, this person wasn’t Juan. Whoever they were, the bird didn’t want trouble. She just wanted to rummage around in the dumpster behind the school and see what interesting things she could find. Wicker was cawing at the stranger, a defensive warning to chill out and back off.

“Can I help you with somethin’? Or are you with the cat that took my stuff earlier this week?”

[beelzebugger]

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---- Welcome to lunchtime, Doll. Bustling as usual, monsters chatting shit back and forth across the cafeteria, some sitting by their lonesome, others crowded around one table... generally a chaotic time. Whether this catgirl witch was enjoying the surrounding nonsense or not, she made a very ‘fatal’ ‘mistake’ today, by sitting at this very specific table.

      “ Oi, OI! ”

      Calls out a somewhat raspy voice, the hum of beating wings soon filling the air as a ‘new’ face enters the fray. Raven-colored, fuzzy skin, compound red eyes, four slender arms, and a jagged-looking maw. Some kind of insectoid monster, clearly. She hovers for a second, before sitting down at the edge of the tabletop, kicking one leg up over the other and giving a little glare down at Doll.

      “ This Zzzzilque’s table, zzztupid. ”

      As if she wasn’t already asserting herself enough, she just flat-out leans over and snatches up whatever Doll had been eating, then proceeds to unhinge her jaw and down it all in one gulp. Gee, thanks, asshole. Way to make a warm and welcoming first impression...

[brainsorwhatever]

@witchsker​  liked for a starter

“C’mon Doll, I’m sorry!” Brian  sounded apologetic, sitting on a school desk behind Doll, as a sleeping teacher was in front of them. Today was going to be a biology class on how to dissect a frog and... well... Brian sort of ate the Witch’s amphibian, forcing the both of them to get on detention for devouring school property. “I didn’t have lunch today, and that frog was being a dick.”

“If it’s any consolation, I’m having a bit of acid reflux, so I really shouldn’t have eaten that frog.” Brian was genuinely sorry for doing this, he should’ve gone for his own frog so only he got detention, but... Brian especifically hated Doll’s stupid  wannabe lizard but lamer and slimier. 

[atropaanimus]

“You’re all welcome my dears. You’re allowed to touch the artwork.”

[statcheckd]

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---- Average lunchtime. Chatter all around, room very loud, probably some shenanigans going on at some far-flung table. The usual. However, Doll could probably feel something sniffing around at her feet after a while... and no, it was MUCH too small to be Scott.

      A snow-white ‘pomeranian’, with softly glowing markings trailing down it’s body. There seemed to be a sword attached to it’s back, and a little halo above it’s head. All of that was secondary information to the primary tidbit though!

      It’s begging for food with a dumb little ‘smile’ on it’s face.

[atropaanimus]

@witchsker​  for a time at home

Doll was a curious one. Milo hadn’t probed too much into their life, but one of magic such as herself was bound to find something, taking advantage of the reaper’s little offer like this. Where else was anyone capable of finding the most unique and curious of items and creatures? Well they were all dead creatures, but that's besides the point.

“If you wish to take anything, you’ll have to ask of course. The garden doesn’t take well to those unkind to it.” A smile, hiding a threat or a warning? Either way, it was only fair to mention it. Not many were permitted into the abode of such a fabulous reaper, especially when it came to contrast their otherwise lavish life.

“If it’s too warm, cold, dark or light I can adjust that too.”

Milo was master of the realm after all. “Oh, and do let me know if you feel lightheaded at any point. This place has an effect on the more mortal.”

[eoleolhan-a]

@witchsker​ sent: [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger // uh oh !! | word prompts compilation

Tea with a friend was always a welcome way to spend an afternoon. The warm mid-day sunlight streamed in through the window and its sheer white curtains, picturesque in its glow. Jin carefully placed a very full, very hot teapot in the centre of the table.

“I hope you like this one,” he said, “I brought it from home. The taste is a bit strong but it’s quite popular.”

Beneath the teapot was a cold stone plate, carved from hard mountain rock from the 2nd Circle. In fact, it seemed all of the cups and the teapot itself were carved from this same slate grey stone. The tea, when poured into each cup, was a deep, transluscent red. The scent of something warm and earthy like cinnamon and cloves filled the air between them. He gently slid her cup towards her.

Before he could warn her, a hand reached to grab the drink. With a swift, worried movement he practically leaped forward, his hand quickly atop the cup’s open top. “Wait! It needs to cool down first. You could get burned. The teacup feels cold, but trust me, this is quite literally hot as hell right now. If I didn’t pour it now it would take ages to be drinkable for someone who isn’t a demon.”