I'll cast a spell on you~♪

Witch from AP / Affiliated with Rune Seasons

[vivifyingwitch]

flower-of-konohana·:

“Not quite. I’m certain I won’t stay lost should I get lost. My apologies for the confusion.” Reina clarified. While she didn’t have any specific markers to point out trails and direction, but rather she knew how the floral ecology in a forest worked. So she’d be able to tell f she was going deeper into the forest or closer to the edge.

“Yes would be very much appreciated. I’ll go with your personal favorite.” Reina confirmed. I’m all honesty she enjoyed tea immensely, it was one of her favored things to receive as a gift and to make at home.

“I’m here to collect samples of mushrooms to bring to my green house. I’m a botanist, and while mushrooms are fungi they do interact with plants a lot.” Reina explained. Reina hadn’t noticed that the woman was excluding herself from the “humans” she spoke of. Instead she asked a question in return.

“Though why are you here? I’ve heard from the television that people become hermits for spiritual reasons or to, as they say, “stick it to the man”…” Reina emphasized, poorly saying the phrase. “Though you seem quite sociable.”

Witch listened and nodded when she thought it was appropriate. But some of the things this human said were strange - she were here to collect mushrooms? But common mushrooms littered the ground outside the forest, so why did she wander inside? Could this human be looking for Fugue Mushrooms? Witch was doubtful a mere human knew of that magical mushroom - this human (probably) couldn’t do anything with it if she did find it. All the Fugue Mushrooms were Witch's anyway, and she wasn’t prone to sharing her things.

“Though you seem quite sociable.”

And there was that. Witch wasn’t sure if she should be offended or not. If this human meant it as a compliment, then it was offbeat one. For now, at least, Witch would take it as a compliment. It seemed as if only strange humans liked to wander into the forest, she thought absently.

“The Fugue Forest has plenty of mushrooms. I’m sure you’ll find more than enough to fill your greenhouse. And I don’t understand what you mean - ‘stick it to the man’ I’ve never heard of it. Is there a specific man? And why would you ‘stick it’ to him?” Witch did poke a man with a stick in recent memory, but she didn’t think that was what this human meant. Humans liked to sprout off weird phrases, didn’t they. “I live here because I like it here. And I’m not a hermit. I leave my house to travel from time to time. As much as I enjoy the forest, it becomes insufferably stuffy sometimes.”

Then it occurred to her: she invited this human into her home without so much as an introduction. Though this human hasn’t offered up her name either.

“It completely slipped my mind to introduce myself before I invited you into my home - I don’t receive too many visitors, you see. You may call me Witch Princess, or just Witch, or even just Princess. I’m not too picky.”

[fishysecret-blog]

Passing the Time || Open

[vivifyingwitch]

fishysecret:

What did this mean? 

Pia had recently bought a new book in hopes of learning more about human, but unfortunately for her, she didn’t understand anything. It wasn’t that she couldn’t read, it was that she couldn’t understand the translation of words. Everything would make sense at first, then as she kept reading, the phrases were gibberish.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, she looked at the pages like they were blank. With the little she was understanding, they might have well been.

When Witch caught sight of this stranger, she was inexplicably drawn in by the stranger's appearance. She was driven by burning curiosity (and just plain nosiness). She had never seen anyone like this person before, at least not in recent memory. The stranger's hair was a captivating color. Broomstick in hand, she inched quietly toward the stranger.

She peeked over the stranger’s shoulder. Reading was only an enjoyable activity for Witch when the book was romantic or filled with fantasy. Though this stranger seemed to be staring at the same pages for a while. Was she struggling with something? Witch could only assume. She regarded the stranger with an inquisitive look.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Are you contemplating the meaning of that book, perhaps?”

[vivifyingwitch]

high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?

high priestess: do you pay more attention to your heart or your mind?

What a strange question. Heart or mind? Both things were inside her. It was best to listen to herself as a whole in her opinion. This must be something humans agonized over. She scoffed.

“I don’t believe in favoring one over the other. I heed both equally, and everyone should follow my example.”

[vivifyingwitch]

Wheel of Fortune: How's your luck?

wheel of fortune: How’s your luck?

Her luck seemed to be particularly fickle. And she tried a great many things to change her luck for the better. She carried around a rabbit’s foot, hung horseshoes up, and performed a ritual every month. No matter what she did, nothing changed. Her luck didn’t seem bad, but it wasn’t good either. After seeing no change she gave up following superstitions and performing her monthly ritual.

“It’s average. And I can’t seem to influence it at all.” As much as it pained her to say, it was likely for the best. If she could change her luck, she would be too powerful.

[vivifyingwitch]

Knight of Cups!

knight of cups: The most supportive person in your life just now?

A human with pale hair immediately sprung to mind. He was certainly supportive in the physical sense; he assisted her back home, allowing her to lean on him. Despite barely knowing him, he seemed very cooperative. If she remembered correctly, his name was Mikhail and he was married to his violin.

“There was this human named Mikhail. So far he has been quite helpful. I have high expectations of him.” He was strange, but that just means being around him would always be eventful. Probably.

[vivifyingwitch]

flower-of-konohana:

Reina wasn’t prepared for a kind introduction. She had heard rumors of hermits loving out to remote locations and lashing out at people who visited. Especially people they think were “civilized” or too “on the grid” to understand nature. Perhaps Reina shouldn’t believe everything she read on the internet… especially about people.

“I’m certain I can find my way out, though I came for another matter.” Reina replied after the woman explained her situation. She seemed to have a light dusting of flour on her clothing and a particukar set of clothing to start with. In reality, she wasn’t able to put 2 and 2 together to recognize a witch when she saw one.

“A pie would be delightful, though I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. Are you certain it would be okay for me to join?” Licorice asked, wanting to get confirmation before barging in to someone’s home.

“Oh, you’re certain you won’t get lost?” she muttered under her breath, raising an eyebrow. So, this was a confident human. The confident ones were usually the most entertaining. “Do come in! It’s not an inconvenience at all. I can make you some tea.” She opened the door wide and beckoned her in. Then Witch immediately went to find her tea. It was just a bag of unsorted loose leaves she stored in a cabinet. It smelled great in there.

“I have...” She shifted through her tea bag. “I have an assortment. Just tell me what flavors you like.” Witch found her kettle and put it on the fire without waiting for a confirmation that, yes, this human wanted tea. She just was getting overly excited because it wasn’t every day someone wanted to share a pie with her. Witch placed teacups on the table, one for her and one for her guest. She gestured to take a seat as she sat down herself.

“What brings you to Fugue Forest? It’s not the most attractive place for humans.” She asked, placing her chin in her hands.

[vivifyingwitch]

Activity Check - 7/28 - Passed

Earned: 1,500 RP Total: 2,300 RP

[vivifyingwitch]

Heirophant

hierophant: do you value tradition?

“Who has time for that? Following tradition just weighs you down. It’s more exciting to do what you wish, regardless of what anyone says. Tradition is made by ancient people anyway, and they think they can tell you what to do or how to do things. Disgusting.”

[vivifyingwitch]

sun

sun: do you believe optimism is always good? what do you have optimism in?

“Optimism is important for humans. Hopeless humans are rather depressing and…” Humans were best when they were full of hope and dreams. To be devoid of that was concerning, to say the least. “Humans deserve to be happy and optimistic all the time. Their lives are too short to be cynical and pessimistic. No, they should be carefree and fully enjoy the time they have left.”

“As for myself, well… Being optimistic is fine from time to time, but I find too much of it leads to unrealistic expectations.“ Optimism leads to hoping her friends won’t pass away from old age this time - that they’ll live as long as she has.

(But they never do.)

[vivifyingwitch]

flower-of-konohana:

Forest Complications || Reina and Vivi

Reina heard about this forest not too long ago. It was said to be magical and host a wide variety of interesting plant species. Specifically a very potent, yet toxic, mushroom species.

While fungus technically were not plants, Reina considered them to be quite similar. Not only did plants and fungi tend to live in similar areas, then tended to benefit off one another in multiple ways. Several species of fungi lived directly in the roots of the plants and transported water and nutrients to the plant roots after extending their own. The plants provided them with sugars from photosynthesizing the nutrients afterwards. It was quite a symbiotic relationship.

These relationships drove Reina to understand fungus life just as much as plant life, as they seemed to be codependent at times. She entered the forest, paying little attention to where she was going, and only to finding the Fugue Mushrooms. She couldn’t find a single mushroom, but soon found herself in a swamp of sorts with a hut near by. She shrugged to herself and walked up to it, knocking on the door. Perhaps whoever lived here could tell her more?

She had just put a blackberry pie in the oven when she heard a knock on her door.

A knock on her door was a rarity. Witch didn’t have many visitors and she wasn’t expecting any company. It was good timing nonetheless; she would have someone to share this pie with now. Witch was planning on eating the whole by herself - sometimes she just craved blackberry pie - but sharing with someone was much more fun.

She hoped the visitor wasn’t just lost and needed help to leave the forest. They should stay for a slice of pie at least. If they didn’t, oh well, more pie for her. She brushed off some flour from her shorts and answered the door. Witch eyed the visitor up and down before giving them with a friendly smile.

“Are you lost? I’ve got a blackberry pie in the oven, so you’re going to have to wait until it’s done before I can help you leave the forest. But you’re welcome to have a piece when it’s finished.” She said.

Though she started thinking - didn’t humans say she baked people into pies and ate them? Hopefully this human didn’t believe in that nonsense. Witch was a pescatarian after all.

[vivifyingwitch]

fool

fool: what’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?

“When you’ve lived as long as I have, risks become more like… cheap thrills. There’s not much that can hurt me, so I don’t really consider anything I do a risk… Huh.”

“Now that I think about it, I don’t take many risks. I’m… boring. It pains me to say it, but I’ll do something to change that.”

[vivifyingwitch]

freedom kittens || Georgia & Vivi

@downsouthpeaches

Bluebell was quaint.

The town was nice enough, she supposed. Castanet was nicer, but she lived there so the place was becoming stale. Witch wanted a change of scenery after feeling cramped in Fugue Forest. So she rode her broomstick to Bluebell. Breathing in new air was refreshing. She watched the townsfolk and enjoyed the breeze, feeling carefree. The town wasn’t incredibly interesting though. Isn’t there another town around here she can visit? Was it Konoha--

She caught sight of a sign. She read it over and over, unwilling to believe what she was reading. It seemed Bluebell was inhabited by cruel humans.

Cats, they were selling cats. What kind of hellish place was this? Cats were independent creatures; they choose their own humans. Offering them for sale was disgusting, as if cats would ever agree to such a thing. Dogs being sold was acceptable since they loved to serve humans. But cats were fickle, picky animals; they took their precious time choosing their person. Being sold to the highest bidder robbed them of that choice. Her mind was made up -- she was going to free these cats.

She stormed into the shop and marched up to the counter. She slammed her hands down onto the surface, eyes ablaze with rage.

“Let these cats go or face the wrath of the Witch Princess!”

[incantesimi-blog]

Walking Disaster || Open

[vivifyingwitch]

incantesimi:

Wizard stared in what could only be described as apathetic confusion as she shouted at him. Vivi had always had a temper, no matter how many years passed, but he couldn’t quite figure out what he did that infuriated her so much. He just treated her the same as he treated everyone else- with some sort of silence and general disinterest.

Ah. She stopped talking.And looked more annoyed than before now.

Scratching the side of his cheek with one finger, Gale finally opened his mouth to speak.

“I….Sorry…You, um…I…”

Goddess above, this was going about as smoothly as his adolescence a couple hundred years back. His gaze fell to her tapping foot and the ground below. What rush was she in? Shops didn’t close for hours, and it wasn’t like she’d die before getting to the store.

“I ran out of coffee….I’m running on…”

Holding up his hand, he seemed to start raising thin digits almost painfully slowly as she watched.

“Three hours….or less. I figured out….A new sort of potion….”

Actually, he did look a bit more defeated than usual, hair frizzing in the humidity of the island summer. Wizard was pretty sure she couldn’t care less about what he’d discovered, but he figured that sort of thing would shut her up, at least.

What a state this poor sap was in. She almost felt bad for him. Almost.

“That’s no excuse. You need to watch where you’re going, and not just be in this haze.” She waved her hand around, as if to say her hand was Gale and he was wobbly.

There was something about the Wizard that she just couldn’t stand. It was probably how he talked. It was so slow; she didn’t have time for that. And he should’ve planned better - as if she wasn’t here for something she needed too. She glanced between him and his fingers in disbelief.

Well, actually -- that sounds about right. He was always running on minimal sleep, wasn’t he? At least Witch thought so. In her eyes he never properly slept and fueled himself with that awful beverage. That was none of her business though. And she wasn’t about to make it her business because Gale should able to take care of himself.

Her anger melted away somewhat when he mentioned a potion. Those were always fun. She preferred spells, but potions were easy - just throw things into a pot then you have a potion. The effect may vary, but it was a way to pass the time. She was only a little interested anyway. Knowing Gale it was most likely something boring, but she’ll bite.

“What kind of potion? Hopefully something that’ll turn you into a more functioning person. It feels like all you do is sleepwalk.”

[runeseasons-blog]

Happy Sunshine Sunday Abi!!

[vivifyingwitch]

not lost || open

It wasn’t often wanderlust got the best of her.

But when it did, she simply hopped on her broomstick and flew in one direction until the scenery became interesting. It had been a while since her last trip around the world. (Exact time since her last outing was unknown.) With her (outdated) map and her wits, she’d never get lost. She flew until she was tired of flying, then she landed.

She stood on a dirt road in unfamiliar territory. She honestly couldn’t remember if she had been here before. The land was ever changing, and stagnation leads to rot after all. Unsure of how far she was from Castanet, Witch took a look at her map. She squinted, and squinted, and squinted but she couldn’t make sense of her map. The scenery didn’t match the map at all! Did she fly beyond her map? What a conundrum. But she wasn’t lost -- at least not yet.

Fortunately for her, she could see someone approaching down the road. She perked up and waved to them wildly, broom in hand.

“Hey, where am I?” She shouted at them. “And how far am I from Castanet?”

[incantesimi-blog]

Walking Disaster || Open

[vivifyingwitch]

incantesimi:

If there was anything Gale was questioning at this point, it was what the hell made him think this was a good idea.

He had run out of coffee beans and tea, so replacements were necessary, but the wizard usually left purchasing things he needed until the least busy hours of the day in an effort to avoid people.

People always had things to say, questions to ask. They pried into his life that was comfortably bound in secrecy. And while it didn’t anger him that they followed their curious nature, it was inconvenient and uncomfortable for him to be forced to interact with these fleeting beings, to make the tiniest connections that would inevitably end in death.

It was the prime hour for shopping in Castanet, summer sun and humidity cooking the streets of Harmonica Town. As Gale strolled along the cobblestone street, he was starting to seriously consider using some sort of spell to cool the air around him.

Why did his chest hurt all of a sudden? It was like he’d been punched-

…Oh. He ran into someone.

“You. Uh…..Sorry.”

Soap, she had just run out of soap. A vital part of anyone’s inventory. Witch wasn’t some stinky monster. No, she refused to be such a thing. She used the last of her cleanliness bar washing her things. The poor thing was on its last legs. Witch felt a part of her shed a tear when the last of it floated down the drain. Oh well, it was time to get more.

It was a mild inconvenience, but she couldn’t wait. Witch left her forest and entered Harmonica Town. She ignored the strange looks she received. She wasn’t going to change into a weird disguise for their comfort. Humans enjoyed talking about her and whether or not she existed anyway. She paused when she spotted him, the Wizard, out and about, and in her path. What was he doing here? He normally didn’t leave his den of loneliness at this time. Maybe he was dying, she thought.

“Hey --” she tried calling out to him when he ran into her. Stumbling back a few steps, Witch’s insides were immediately set ablaze with anger. Her hands clenched into fists. How could he just ignore her presence? She was going to give him a piece of her mind.

“Excuse me? Are you even paying attention?! Who just walks around, and not pay attention like this?! I tried greeting you! You could’ve hurt me! How dare you! What is wrong with you? What, are you sleepwalking or something? Are you losing your head? Explain yourself, Wizard!” Her words came all at once. By the time she was done, her face was red and she glared at him, impatiently tapping her foot.

[vivifyingwitch]

to dye for || Candace & Vivi

[vivifyingwitch]

fabricologist:

THE FUGUE FOREST WAS A PLACE OF FAIRY TALES. There in the thicket of trees and brush lied a witch, ferocious and mean. She was not kind to small children that happened to come upon her house. The destructive tendencies of kids was commonplace and so with them, the witch thought, chaos would no doubt follow. It is for this reason that Candace and Luna must never venture into the Fugue Forest, her grandmother advised, because if the witch found them … chomp! She’d surely bake them into little meat pies and have them for dinner.

It was the kind of story people told their children to keep them from doing dangerous things, but Candace never had much of a penchant for danger. For the unknown. It was for this reason that the story had done little to dissuade her from an adventure she had never planned on embarking on. Though, she supposes even now she shakes like a leaf. Fearful, in part, of the stories her grandmother told her at night were true.

There were no such things as witches. Just as there were no such things as kappas and no such things as wizards.

The clicking of the beads of her rosary in her pocket keep her from saying more.

She ventures into the forest only every so often, in pursuit of the fine craft that had been passed down to her. It was easy enough to buy cheapened, dyed fabrics from online catalogues. There was no brilliance to the hues, however, and that could not be simply put aside. It is for this reason that she takes to the forest, seeking out precious jewels that could be crushed to be turned into dye. And though she is now grown, the stories lurk still at the back of her mind. She is not supposed to be here.

So, imagine the alarm she feels when stranger approaches from behind, criticizing her for plucking nature’s bounty of berries. They fall to the ground from her hand, her nails stained a mixture of reds and blues. Her skirts no better. Candace turns her head, looking over her shoulder at the strange woman and blinking owlishly as she strains for the words to speak.

“I, that is. I’m, I was only going to take a few. Are, are these yours? I can put them back …”

Witch’s face became blank as she processed what this human just said. Put them back? She had already picked them. She couldn’t just reattach the berries to their stem. Was this human addled? Unless she meant she was going to replant the berries, which was still absurd. Witch’s eyes shifted from the human’s hands and the berry bush. She felt the oncoming itch of irritation in her skin.

“No, why would they be mine? I don’t own everything in the forest. That’s ridiculous.” She tried her best to not sound cutting, but she couldn’t help but huff at the idea. If Witch could own the whole forest she would’ve built a bigger house. “And I don’t believe you can just put them back.”

Witch plucked a berry from the ground and pretended to examine it. The urge to shove the berry in the human’s face and aggressively explain what the berries do crawled its way up. This human was collecting poison berries and she said she could put them back. Witch shoved the urge down. She didn’t want to scare this human off; she wanted to touch that hair. But the questions the human had asked were so... dumb.

“You are free to pick as many as you want. You don't need my permission to do so." They weren't close enough to her grounds to justify denying the human the berries - and Witch truly didn't care if the human took from the forest as long as she didn’t litter. Curiosity burned inside Witch though, she couldn’t help but ask--

"Are you planning on poisoning someone?” Witch didn't know of another use for the berries. So why bother collecting the things if you didn't intend on poisoning somebody. She rolled the berry between her fingertips while she eyed the human. Damn, her hair was amazing, but Witch needed to know what she intended on doing with the berries. “Are you going to bake a pie with these berries and serve it to someone you hate? Or maybe you were planning on using it in tea? Oh, you could probably combine it with other things to make them real sick.” The possibilities were endless.

Her imagination ran wild. Irritation faded away into excitement. It wasn’t often she entertained the idea of making a poison because she never had the need to make them.

It didn’t occur to Witch that this human might not be trying to poison someone.

“Do you need help? I suppose I could spare a moment or two.” ·Witch had all the time in the world, but she liked to think her time was precious - she couldn’t just waste it without a chance of a reward. Touching this human’s hair would work nicely as such.