𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 @talotoole-blog - Tumblr Blog

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It is I, alex, from here & here. I have followed everyone back like I normally do, to have my dashes comfortable for my own taste. I’ll be REVAMPING this blog, don’t know what I’ll come back as this is my third/fourth blog; or I may not come back at all. I love my child Tal, but no muse? So we will see.

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#ι ℓσνє ιт! [ωαя∂яσвє & нαιя]

-–✗ { ♠ ✞ ♠ } Brown eyes would follow the other’s gesture, staring at the structure for a moment before looking back to her. ❝ Impressive. ❞ She answered, before moving to survey the area for the little creature. There was a good chance it would be here if such a structure existed.

❝ Ah, yes. Have you seen a baby griffin around these parts? Well, it’s actually not a baby, it’s more of small species. It’s brownish, looks like a cross between a sparrow and a kitten. One apparently got separated from its family while they were being moved to a safer territory, so I’m here trying to find it.❞ She had, at this point, taken another gold coin from her pocket and placed it on a nearby rock. ❝ …They like gold, like dragons. Anything shiny, really. You see why that might be a problem if I’d brought my sword instead. Apologies for the disturbance, by the way, but it’s imperative.❞

At the mention of the griffin, Tallulah had suddenly changed. No longer had she been alert, instead began to feel upset. Worry grew over her, was this woman out to kill it? She had listened to it all, taking a step back as the placed the coin upon the rock by her own bare feet. It made her uncomfortable, scared almost-- like her own life was on the line if she had lied or anything. But no, she knew better than to do so. Curls bounced as she turned her head to glance around, to almost improvise with her answer. "--No, I ain't see it."

Was it really going to be returned without any harm? She didn't believe the woman she'd been talking to, it wasn't uncommon for the witch to feel this way- to anyone whom trailed the lost forest but still. To recollect herself, another deep breath left Tallulah's lips, glancing straight at the woman. "I-It's fine, ya just frighten'd the heebie-jeebies outta me. I'm fine." The witch would be nice to the other, or at least attempt to if she hadn't had a weird sense. She was armed indeed, not with a sword like she said- but it sure seemed to scare Tal.

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Send me a ❤ if you’d like to ship our muses.

#( meme. )#i'm a ship whore

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Your muse notices bruising around my muse's neck. How does your muse respond?

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Send 🎊 for a New Years kiss from my muse

#( meme. )#she's never celebrated new years #and a kiss would be a surprise

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#[ && ιѕмѕ ]#*bawls over debbie*

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“Uhhh? Which… which part?” Trill asked in confusion, scratching a little at her cheek. She shrugged a little bit at the comment, “Nah, no offense taken. Like I said it wasn’t my holiday until I moved here. I think most of it has to do with the farmers harvest coming to an end… so all the food is ready to be eaten before it goes bad in the winter.” Though maybe that wasn’t what the girl had meant, Trill wasn’t sure. “Mhmm. Shaggy and I are having a quiet one this year, just him, me, and Scooby at the dinner table. It’s kinda been a rough year, y’know? 2016… just wasn’t nice to anyone.”

“The turkey or whateva–Harming poor animals, that’s what’s barbaric , at least ta me.” She shakes her head, it wasn’t normal for the real haired girl to talk about her own beliefs and opinions with other humans or strangers at this point. 2016? Sure, with her occasionally making her way out of her treehouse out to the open like a normal being, news hit her like a ton of bricks, especially news about musicians. “Like the death of poor ol’ Bowie?” The woman asked curiously. “Is that whatcha mean? Or like political shit? I don’t care for that, all I know is people ain’t happy nowadays.”

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Normally Blair would rely on shops for the herbs he’d use in witchcraft, but he couldn’t find those kinds of shops around Louisiana. He knew there had to be places of that nature around the place, but he didn’t want to awkwardly ask anyone for directions.

The witch took it upon himself to search the woods instead. He knew there should be some of the herbs and flowers he needed there, if not he might find something else he never thought to use. So far, he found nothing he was familiar with. It all might’ve been something that was strictly aesthetic, but he collected some flowers to test later.

Continuing onward led to finding an old treehouse. The witch paused, somehow not feeling alone here. He cautiously walked closer to the tree, keeping some distance. He felt odd calling out to see if anyone was there, but if he wasn’t indeed alone, it wouldn’t be so ridiculous.

“Hello? Anyone there?”

He called reluctantly, still looking up towards the treehouse.

Indeed Tallulah had believed she’d been alone, until now. Her record player had been on, playing the same old songs over and over all morning, while she currently had been making some herbal tea. Her treehouse had been cozy on the inside but rickety and abandoned from the outside, it made for good camouflage. The teal haired woman didn’t know whom lingered the forests- regular humans, wolves, perhaps even the worst– witch hunters. Though one day she’d wished she’d meet another witch, perhaps even a male one. Only time and future will tell.

With instincts and distinct hearing, somehow, someway the woman heard a faint voice coming from the house of her HOME. It was male too, making her all giddy inside. “Don’t give your hopes up, it’s not prince charming” she thought.

Tallulah waved her hand to turn down the volume in the player from across the room before trailing towards the door. Opening the door with cold fingers, her bare feet making their way out her door, across planks and over top of a ledge to peer down. There was indeed a visitor, nobody she’d ever seen before. As she exclaimed, her voice was crackly, all nervous like.

“Oh Hi! Hello!”

#le-mystxre #( main verse )#( thread. )#same here!

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE & DETAILED PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. when you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same !

tagged by: @tcugherthantherest {<3}

NAME: Tallulah Rosetta Anne O’Toole AGE: Changes (mid 30′s) SPECIES: Witch GENDER: female. ORIENTATION: unknown PROFESSION: N/A

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[ PHYSICAL ASPECTS ] BODY TYPE: bony and slim HAIR: teal EYES: blue. SKIN: fair. HEIGHT: 5’ 3”

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[ FAMILY ] FAMILY: alone. SIBLINGS: N/A PARENTS: Geni O'Toole (nee’ Walsh) & Bjorn O'Toole CHILDREN: N/A ANY PETS?: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ] {unless you count the animals roaming around}

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[ LIKES ] COLORS: earthy colours: dark green, all shades of blues, yellow SMELLS: grass, smoke, incense FOOD: salads, extra cheesy pizza DRINKS: herbal tea, espresso ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: yes [ ✓ ] || rarely [ ] || no [ ] FAVORITES: whiskey, gin & tonic, cocktails, pina colada

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[OTHER DETAILS ] SMOKES ?: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ] || occasionally [ ] DRUGS ?: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ] || occasionally [ ] DRIVER LICENSE ?: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ] EVER BEEN ARRESTED ?: yes [ ] || no [ ✓ ] || almost/detained [ ]

DONE ! now tag other 15 people to do it !

@lovesjello @butwiicked @backwccds @smarterthaan @diiedloved @uncharmiing @gasclerk @sunshiinestained @saintlikc @winsnows @lionschaser @trilliumjones @multimindcd @redknvckles @motherofwolvcs // If you see this, tag me!

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