ᵗʷⁱᵗᶜʰʸ witchy girl

a 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 sort of h̲o̲r̲r̲o̲r̲

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ ✴︎ ˚ 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐒 .ᐟ rules ⅋ muses — always accepting 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 ⋆ ❪ but please, specify the 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 ❫

⋆ 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗟 ― nicoletta beneviento 𝒂𝒏𝒅 demetria ( BG3 OC )

[wickedg0ds]

quick   update:   hi   !!   some   of   you   heard   me   complaining   about   labyrinthitis   lately,   and   well…   it’s   still   pretty   bad.   i’m   feeling   dizzy   most   of   the   time,   even   with   medication   that   comes   with   the   plus   of   making   me   sleepy   +   my   work   schedule   at   this   time   of   the   year   is   EXHAUSTING   and   I   won’t   be   taking   any   breaks   for   the   holidays.   long   short   story:   I’m   not   ignoring   anyone,   I   just   don’t   have   energy   to   reply   to   threads   or   ims   at   the   moment   because   writing   this   short   paragraph   already   makes   my   head   hurt.   🫠   I’ll   be   getting   some   tests   done   next   week   and   hopefully   until   then   symptoms   will   stop   bothering   me,   but   for   now,   this   a   hiatus   notice.   I’ll   try   to   respond   to   pending   plotting   messages   throughout   the   weekend,   because   I’m   still   so   excited   to   write   and   plot   and   !!   but   sadly,   my   brain   isn’t   collaborating   at   all.   :/ 

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ PLOTTING CALL .ᐟ since my ask is closed give this post a ♡ if you're interested on plotting with our muses.

[thegaissilent]

"The Twin Mountains of the Ancient Jade lands..." She repeats, trying to make sense of his words. It doesn't ring any bells, but Galinda doesn't know what lies beyond Ev. She's never been out of Oz, to any of the neighbouring countries so, the Jade lands may very well be around there.

There's melancholy in his smile, one that doesn't really touch his eyes and make him look very polite and kind of miserable, in a way.

It reminds her of—

The thought goes away as he starts describing his land. And what a beautiful land it seems to be. When he mentions the stars being as gold as her hair, Galinda tosses it, before taking his arm with a soft giggle.

"Oh, that's very clever of you..." She shakes her head. "I was... Sneaking out, yeah. Just a girl looking for a party!"

[wickedg0ds]

“ It   doesn’t   surprise   me   it   won’t   ring   a   bell… „   he   conceded,   hoping   to   not   embarrass   her.   “ People   aren't   very   adventurous   there.   We’ll   hardly   leave   the   land   back,   unless   it’s   strictly   necessary.   I,   myself,   took   months   to   finally   decide   I   was   coming   to   Shiz.   And   I   must   say,   the   ancient   masters   weren’t   happy   with   my   choice. „

But   when   the   Mountains   failed   him   to   provide   answers   much   needed   while   the   sky   literally   burned   with   smoke   and   ashes,   Sidra   had   no   choice   but   to   look   for   them   somewhere   else   ―   somewhere   where   magic   could   be   explained,   and   not   enveloped   in   mysteries   he   had   little   time   to   unravel   alone. 

Pulled   back   from   his   thoughts,   a   chuckle   of   his   own   emerges,   dancing   with   the   chill   breeze   of   the   night.   A   feeling   in   his   guts   told   Sidra   this   encounter   couldn’t   be   a   mere   coincidence…   but   he   was   too   tired   of   prophecies   and   fate   to   indulge   further   in   the   thought. 

“ A   party,   you   say? „   Eyebrows   raised,   a   smirk   curled   his   lips   almost   immediately.   “ No   gentleman   would   ever   leave   a   lady   alone,   less   in   a   party.   Please,   show   me   the   way.   I’m   in   as   much   need   of   a   good   distraction   myself. „

[brutclism]

Thomas tinha que se lembrar de não piscar demais. Ou piscar de menos. Ele arranhou a garganta num pigarro seco, coberto de um gole doloroso de cerveja quente. A careta foi inevitável, com a mão que se levantava ao passo em que Cassandra também se erguia, para que pudesse solicitar que levassem logo embora aquela gororoba quente e lhe trouxessem outra gelada. E o porta-copos...! Já era. Mal teve tempo de puxar o telefone do bolso para se distrair com a repentina solitude, quando ouviu o toc toc toc dos saltos se aproximarem da mesa outra vez. Ele ergueu os olhos, polido e bastante quadrado. "Não." A resposta era curta, o Spencer questionando-se internamente sobre contar do bolo que havia ganhado dos amigos ou sobre o pequeno pub pertinho de casa. Mas aí corria risco de parecer esquisito demais. Ou mais esquisito. Ele coçou a nuca, agradecendo mentalmente à cerveja que chegava, um sorriso pequeno para a garçonete. Decidiu que a melhor explicação era a sucinta e a menos melodramática possível. "Eu nunca vim aqui. Eu tava esperando uns amigos, mas eles não puderam, ahm... Mudaram de planos." O jovem redator não escondia a raiva na voz, disfarçada pela continuidade e pelo equilíbrio das palavras, que seguiam quase em linha reta. Cavalheiresco, Tom abriu com método a caixinha de um dos jogos favoritos da infância e fez menção para que Cassandra escolhesse sua cor. "Damas..." Primeiro.

[wickedg0ds]

“ É…   eu   não   me   lembrava   de   ter   visto   você   aqui   outras   vezes, „   sozinho   ou   acompanhado,   ainda   que   tenha   feito   a   gentileza   de   omitir   essa   última   parte.   Cassandra   era   uma   cliente   frequente,   porque   a   única   forma   de   distrair   o   cérebro   da   pilha   de   merda   que   vinha   acontecendo   com   a   família   era   se   entupindo   de   um   pouco   de   ficção      ―   mesmo   que,   há   algum   tempo,   estivesse   suspeitando   do   quão   as   linhas   entre   realidade   e   imaginação   poderiam   ser   facilmente   borradas   quando   o   ceticismo   era   deixado   de   lado.   Ou   quando   sua   mãe   desaparece   de   um   dia   para   o   outro   e   a   única   explicação   irrisória   eram   aliens.   “ Hm…   que   droga.   Sinto   muito. „

Era   o   máximo   de   simpatia   que   conseguia   oferecer   sem   soar   mais   esquisita   do   que   provavelmente   já   havia   soado.   Se   aquele   pobre   coitado   soubesse   da   metade…   mas   era   educado.   E   bonitinho.   Ia   servir,   já   que   ela   mesma   não   tinha   mais   companhia   para   o   restante   da   noite;   os   nerds   de   MTG   ainda   estavam   fulminando   ela   com   o   olhar   do   outro   lado   da   sala.

“ Que   gentil   da   sua   parte, „   poderia   ser   um   comentário   apreciativo,   não   fosse   o   tom   seco   enquanto   pronunciava   as   palavras,   se   apossando   as   pecinhas   vermelhas      ―   a   cor   parecia   berrar   diante   de   seus   olhos,   quase   numa   nuance   acusatória      ―   enquanto   rolava   os   dados,   sem   muito   entusiasmo.   “ Seis, „   declarou,   rodando   o   dado   outra   vez   para   mover   uma   peça   de   fato.   Mas   a   sorte   não   foi   tão   gentil   daquela   vez      ―   dois.   “ Sua   vez. „

Então,   só   para   preencher   o   silêncio   antes   que   a   tensão   pudesse   arranjar   espaço:

“ Você   trabalha   com   o   que,   Thomas?   Sabe…   pergunta   básica   que   todo   adulto   precisa   fazer   em   uma   conversa. „

[yautjaiisms-moved-deactivated20]

@wickedg0ds // mina

the xenomorph's head explodes in a beautiful flurry of sickly green. the surrounding walls of the ship hiss as the acid eats away at it. it isn't enough to destroy the hull entirely, to risk the lives of the few humans that remain on this vessel-

but the escaped xenomorphs are another thing entirely.

he can't help but wonder what compels them to breed such dangerous things if they are not going to hunt them. most 'oomans, as he's quickly learned, are not hunters like his own kind.

til'det huffs to himself, retracting his singular wrist blade in one swift movement.

normally, he wouldn't give an 'ooman vessel like this a second glance, even with the swarm of kainde amedha. but this particular ship had something he wanted on it. he can hear the wail of his hound before he sees him, clawed hands prying open the doors to the only untouched laboratory with an almost frantic force.

firr is his only friend, his sole companion.

the 'oomans had captured him on one of their hunts, enamored with the discovery of a new lifeform. they had taken him away, stored him in one of their labs, poked and prodded him. but the master had returned for his pet, and no one was safe given the slew of human and xenomorph gore littering the hallways of they weyland-yutani ship.

til'det punches the glass once, twice. cracks spiderweb along its surface before the final blow shatters it completely. firr scrambles out, drool frothing at his maw from the stress of the situation. the half-breed rumbles, mutters soothing words in his native tongue while smoothing his hands over his hound's head.

something shifts behind them. movement that isn't as agile as a kainde amedha, a body that is too hot blooded.

'ooman.

[wickedg0ds]

The   more   they   pay,   the   more   fucked   up   was   the   job.   But   a   corpse   can’t   collect   money   from   the   fucking   company,   aye?   So   right   now,   despite   feeling   her   body   already   cold   from   the   sweat   dampening   her   forehead,   thus   the   fear   creeping   up   her   stomach,   Mina   just   shot   at   everything   that   moved   and   hissed   on   her   way   towards   the   emergency   shuttle.

But   hey,   coincidences   do   happen.   And   luckily   for   her,   the   laboratory   was   just   in   the   middle   of   the   way   out   of   this   hell…   if   she   could   gather   one   of   the   eggs,   or   a   smaller   creature,   her   check   would   have   a   bigger   amount   of   numbers,   worth   risking   her   life   a   little   more.

Her   decision   was   proved   poor   the   minute   doors   hissed   open   to   reveal   yet   another   creature   who’d   love   to   separate   her   head   from   the   neck   standing   just there.   Oh,   right…   and   that   other   weird   thing   belonged   to   him. Cool. 

“ Hey,   buddy, „   she   greeted,   too   ironically   for   someone   whose   heart   was   pounding   violently   against   her   chest.   “ What   a   shit   day,   hm?   Wasn’t   counting   on   that   many   visitors   here.   Enjoying   your   brief   stay? „

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ ― @soulswhim said ❛ How long have you been here? ❜

“ In   this   land?   For   longer   than   I   can   remember… „   There   was   no   memory   of   the   beginning    ―    if   death   could’ve   ever   been   born    ―    nothing   but   a   great   void   looming   over   fabricated   memories   of   ages   that   passed,   doomed   by   his   touch   when   needed. 

Azrael   had   no   humanity,   but   once   in   a   while   indulged   himself   in   pretending   he   was   as   ordinary   as   any   mortal   walking   on   this   earth.   This   would   give   him   a   meaning…   and   lighter   perspectives   in   small   talks   such   as   this   one.   It’s   easier   to   value   the   smallest   things   when   you   know   they   will   soon   meet   their   end    ―    but   what   is   the   concept   of   ending   to   an   endless   being?

“ Though   if   you   mean   here   and   now… just   a   couple   of   minutes, „   lips   twitched   in   a   smirk,   Azrael   tucked   his    hands   in   the   pockets   of   the   tailored   black   suit.   “  Wouldn’t   you   say   it’s   ironic?   A   greek   god   and   the   angel   of   death   walk   into   a   museum…   could   go   as   a   good   joke. „

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ ― @soulswhim said ❛ I suspect you know who I am?  ❜

The   question   had   caught   Pers   off   guard.   Emerald   eyes   widening   for   a   brief   instant,   wondering   if   she   had   insulted   him   by   not   addressing   the   king   of   the   underworld   himself   in   proper   manner,   her   astonishment   quickly   dissolved   into   a   less   stuck   expression.   There   was   a   certain   gentleness   to   those   words,   quite   hesitant   when   thrown   their   way…   naive   or   not,   the   goddess   knew   of   expectations   pretty   well     ―    though   she’d   argue   with   herself   before   concluding   Hades   would   ever   anticipate   something   coming   from   her. 

“ Of   course   I   know   who   you   are, „   ever   soft,   the   reply   was   soothing,   but   puzzled   in   equal   measures.    “ And   yet…   I   must   say   I   don’t   know   why   you’ve   come   to   me, „   for   she   couldn’t   conceive   a   reason   on   why   he   might   hold   the   briefest   interest   in   someone   such   as   her.   Unless,   perhaps,   she   had   wronged   him   in   any   way.   “ You   wish   to   speak,   I   presume? „

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ PLOTTING CALL .ᐟ since my ask is closed give this post a ♡ if you're interested on plotting with our muses.

[epaego]

Peck's fingers are blanched a sour milky white from the cold, each digit systematically clenching and furling against the onslaught of frigid weather — like the splayed fronds of a fern. An attempt to work the stiffness and chill out from his extremities; it felt as though somebody was repeatedly wrenching his hands beneath the surface of ice water. This unpleasant sensation was exacerbated any time he threw his gaze towards Rome, a lance of cold. And then amelioration as he skewed his eyes elsewhere into the environment. The weather was bad, but it felt as though something was worsening its effects.

Not one to subscribe willingly to concept of the supernatural, spiritual or otherwise fantastical, Peck found himself at a loss to fathom rational causes for this phenomenon. He had conjured up a myriad between their encounters; from the likes of bad luck and inconvenient positioning (maybe Rome simply ended up standing before the brunt of cold weather by coincidence) to his own selection of clothing or poise. All of these seemed to be a stretch. But no more so than the concept of ghosts. Or worse.

However, he was not one to indulge in the concept, not unless advertised by the other parter. And given her unwillingness, or perhaps inability (maybe she was merely unaware) to discuss the matter with him, it only felt appropriate to let Rome continue unimpeded.

The swathe of warm air that cascaded out from the doorway, when Rome opened it, eraded at Walter's pale features immediately, and caused his nose and ears to flare under the sudden alteration in temperature. He jolted a little, peering back over their shoulders, into the cold, before stepping across the threshold.

He turned to the woman as she followed him in, impervious to the playfulness in her tone. ❛ It wouldn't match my coat, ❜ he puffs, ❛ and beyond that, it's very warm him here. ❜

❛ Would you like a drink? If I don't have some caffeine very soon I'll start to wane. ❜ Long day at work. Although he didn't offer that tidbit.

[wickedg0ds]

“ Oh,   right…   so   now   we   are   putting   a   fashion   sense   above   our   body   members, „   because,   of   course,   she   was   no   blind   to   the   color   Walter’s   fingers   were   turning;   or   the   lack   of   it,   to   the   matter.   Holding   back   a   giggle,   an   act   failed   miserably   for   the   sound   still   ringed,   echoing   on   her   ribcage,   Rome   swayed   her   head   and   shrugged   of   her   own   coat   as   they   got   inside,   thankful   herself   for   a   hint   of   warmth  ―  cheeks   covered   with   bright   red   circles   from   the   sudden   change   of   temperature.   She   wasn’t   immune   to   the   chill,   merely   used   to   it   in   a   whole   different   way.   “ But   by   any   means,   do   tell   me   if   you   change   your   mind…   or   if   you   want   us   to   go   back   and   get   that   sense   of   humor   you   left   behind. „

Part   of   the   fun   of   teasing   Peck   was   he   took   it   all   too   seriously.   Honestly,   since   they’ve   met,   Rome   had   no   memory   of   a   single   conversation   that   wasn’t   strictly   stoic   and   full   of   explanations   about   things   she   cared   little   about,   though   indulged   with   an   occasional   nod   for   the   sake   of   her   friend.   He   was   a   good   man,   and   a   good   friend…   and   a   company   that   left   her   less   scared   of   her   curse.

“ Oh!   Of   course,   please…   though   I   do   not   have   any   rush   on   getting   caffeine,   but   sugar, „   a   brief   look   at   the   menu,   only   so   she   could   pretend   maybe   this   time   her   usual   order   would   be   replaced   by   something   else       —    something   more   adult-likely,   with   less   sugar   and   a   bit   less her.   But   of   course,   some   prophecies   can’t   be   changed   when   fate   is   already   obvious.   “ Hmmm,   hot   chocolate   with   marshmallows   sounds   good.   The   only   thing   I   need   to   get   through   this   day,   if   you   may   ask. „

He   wouldn’t,   and   yet   Rome   would   say   it   anyways,   because   that’s   how   their   dynamic   worked   so   far   ―  a   little   ray   of   sunshine   and   a   gloomy   cloud.   Could   be   a   joke,   a   riddle   or   a   child’s   song…   but   it   was   simply   them. 

[fleas-before-beauty]

❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ from miella! <𝟑

❝  Seems  as  though  not  !  ❞  Grinch  bellows,  but  not  with  malice.  His  long  spindly  digit  twirls  in  a  lock  of  her  flower  dressed  hair,  before  the  curl  releases  to  her  shoulder  once  more.  The  butterflies  dance  around  it,  especially  flocking  to  the  spot  he  had  touched.  Despite  his  permanent  scowl,  there  may  have  been  a  hint  of  fascination  behind  that  harsh  stare.

❝  What  are  you  doing  here  .  .  ?  Always  popping  up.  Never  giving  me  my  space  or  peace,  ❞  he  grumbles;  despite  not  meaning  it.

[wickedg0ds]

“ I   travel   with   the   breeze,   you   see…   wherever   it   goes,   I   follow, „   despite   the   Grinch’s   gruffness,   Miella’s   softness   remained   untouched   and   unbothered.   Such   a   small   puff   of   air   left   her   lips,   followed   by   a   ringing   sound,    ―    soothing   as   a   melody  ―  an   erupted   laugh   that   had   her   eyes   narrowing   to   fit   her   ear-to-ear   smile   when   a   single   touch   stirred   the   butterflies,   the   flutter   of   a   dozen   wings   surrounding   them   before   they   collected   themselves   once   again.

Knowing   the   nature   of   his   heart,   a   tilt   of   her   head   given   before   any   words,   there’s   still   a   curiosity   on   his   behavior   that   remains   as   a   voice   in   the   back   of   her   head,   though   Miella   wouldn’t   dare   questioning   why   the   Grinch   would   pull   her   away   when   he   craved   company.   Instead,   a   knowing   gaze   would   suffice.

“ I   can   leave,   if   you   wish   me   to… „    a   pause,   just   to   be   amused   by   the   reaction   that   would   surely   follow,   all   drama   and   gesturing   and   rough   words   that   wouldn’t   speak   of   any   true   intentions.   “ But   I   thought   perhaps   you’d   be   so   generous   to   let   me   be   in   your   company,   even   if   it’s   just   for   a   little   while. „

[wickedg0ds]

left the askbox closed for a while so i can catch up with threads/replies.ᐟ will be here this week (then back at @redvipersz once i'm done), so please be patient with me 😩 slow as a snail, but surely getting there

[phantom-threaded]

"And then I learned it. The horror of the truth. I understood that I was nothing. A wretch. A blot. Not even of the same nature as man. This hurt clung to my mind. It never let go." — Frankenstein 2025, dir. Guillermo del Toro

[wickedg0ds]

seeing my thread tracker always make me go UGHHH WHYYY WHYYYY GOD but once i start writing i'm like oh this is so nice i love writing why haven't i done this sooner

[wickedg0ds]

“It’s a dream, Rome”, she’s told by the Head Doctor, that which is looking over the patient today. She speaks of a foul creature who claws at her dreams and haunts her waking days. She isn’t a permanent patient at the hospital just yet, but she could become one — and Billy would like that very much, if only to attempt understanding what she sees, what keeps her afraid, and maybe become the one she’s afraid of instead. He’s heard this story before: Abaddon is relentless in his sleep, but he doesn’t feel a connection to this woman like he did Kumari. They are not the same… and yet, it could be a key to understanding the inter-dimensional creature inside him and what makes it tick.

He sighs, scribbling a few notes on his pad. She sits across from him, red haired and pretty and broken. “Can you tell me in detail how you function during your day after a nightmare like this?” 

[ for Rome! Hope this is okay! If you’d rather something else or for someone else, lemme know! <333 ]

“ A dream, you say…? „ Can a dream torment one in their wake? Follow steps as a shadow, cling to their skin with the sharpest claws? Rome nodded, fidgeting with her own fingers, fragile hopes shattered as glass. Perhaps, she was losing her mind. But what if she wasn’t? Nonetheless, the place was fitting. “ Curious. „

And curious she is, eyes following the motion of the pen as words about herself are written down. A diagnosis? The cause of her illness? Rome, in vain, tried to ignore this crescent anxiety, deep breathes measuring the pace of her heart as she collected herself to answer.

“ As normally as I can, „ ignoring, always ignoring. Pretending that everytime she would look above her shoulder, someone… something wouldn’t be there, waiting. But for what? A little lamb is the easiest and softest of preys… but fear hardens the flesh, or so she was told. “ Doesn’t affect me much under sunlight. It’s… weaker, but present. Gets worse during the night, when there’s more shadows to hide under. „

Hearing those words leave her own lips felt like the trap of a fever-dream. It was reasonable her father had sent her here of all places… this must be a madness. Had to. 

“ Doctor… how long until it’s gone? Until I’m cured? „

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ ― @kaloperasi said ❛ please don't look at me like that.  ❜

“ What is so unsettling about my eyes? „ The inquiry came from a place of hurt. For a long while now, Persephone had been drowning in melancholy  ― spring swallowed to somewhere void, leaving only a long winter behind. Her throat would close around words she had no choice but to keep once conscious of her incapacity to say them aloud. 

What was this feeling? The ache, the yearning, the way her eyes would wander through everything, stopping only at… she swallowed, again. Better to keep, to avoid, to let the thorns growing in her chest press harder, tangling around the bones of her ribcage.

“ Have I done you any harm? I don’t… I can’t understand. I thought we were friends, „ last sentence left her quietly. Pers was naive, or so said her mother. She would see good where others couldn’t… she would see a friend in death itself. “ How should I look at you, then? „

[wickedg0ds]

⋆ ― @peludes said ❛ i've  heard  a  lot  of  rumours  about  you,  all  of  them  bad.  ❜

“ But hey, you’ve heard of me! „ A childlike enthusiasm spreading a grin on glossed lips, Nathaniel’s eyes lit up like a cigarette ― and just like one, once consumed, nothing would remain but the ashes. Though for now, he was still burning. “ Babe, I don’t give a fuck on what they say. That’s the price of fame, isn’t it? The higher the bird flies, the more they throw rocks at him. „

Even if his band was still some indie, garage garbage shit, and people badmouthed him for all the right reasons. It wasn’t about the trouble of a rockstar or anything near what Nathaniel thought himself to be. He owened money, had collected a bunch of girlfriends that would support him until they realized he was a fucking loser and… yadda yadda yadda, life just goes on.

Straightening his posture just the slightest, Nate leaned in and dropped his tone to a conspiratory whisper. “ And what did they say, hm? Was it one of my psychotic exes? They come up with something new every few weeks… hard to keep up. Got my first twitter cancelling thanks to one of them. „