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surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of witchesrbitches

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Indoors || [Open]

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childlike-mermaid:

Excited that someone was here, Pia quickly got out of the bath and dried herself off. Not many people come to bath while the weather was like this and company was something she always welcomed. Now that she had no tail and legs again, she walked to the front of the bathhouse to help get the customer settled in.  “That’s fantastic! Ooh, this is going to be great and you could fill out a census~ I’m trying out new things to make the baths better. Right now I have squid listed but it doesn’t look to be very popular.” She shrugged as she made her way to grab the guest some towels. “Makes sense though. Squid are evil.” 

Coming back with three towels - one for the face, body, and hair - she smiled, waving her hand in the direction of the female bath area. “This way! I was cleaning right before you walked in so you have a super, duper clean bath all to yourself. LUCKY♪” She placed the towels down on a nearby table and went to ask if the blonde needed something when she felt like there was something else she had to say. What was it? The thought never came back leaving her to brush it off. It couldn’t have been that important if she forgot. 

“I hope you enjoy your bath and stay as long as you want! You might shrivel up, but you’d still be cute~ No worries there!” Indeed the blonde was cute, she kind of reminded Pia of Marian, the young witch of Sharance. There was something about her that gave off the same feeling, but not necessarily as light and fluffy. Call it her instincts, but this unfamiliar character was not normal! 

“Oh! Whoopsies, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Pia! Let me know if there’s something else you need~”

A survey huh? 

The witch presumed she perhaps will be filling this out after the bath, that was if she was feeling so generous to do so. So far this human seemed nice. The blonde nods to bathhouse worker’s words. Honestly she felt indifferent about squids, but it was best to just nod and smile. A witch’s gotta fit in y’know.

Witch Princess observes the area around her while the lady stepped out for a bit, the bathhouse had a charm to it. The wooden floors were smooth and the decorations in the room made the place feel homely. The witch was going to wander around a bit before the lady came back but instead a sneeze came through. Great. If she doesn’t come in soon enough she’s probably going to get sick.  I thought witches weren’t supposed to get sick.

If worse things come worst, she’s sure to make a potion to cure this if it happens. 

It didn’t take long for the pink-haired bath woman to come back, she appeared too eager and excited for her job. Then again, with a slow day like this-- it must had been boring for her. The damp witch followed the woman into the bath area. That’s nice to know it was just recently cleaned before she arrived.  “Perfect. Fit for a princess.” Witch snarkishly smirks, despite not actually looking like a princess in the moment as she starts to remove her cloak to the floor.  For living as long as she had, she had no qualms about being in the nude in front of others- so the blonde wasn’t thinking much of it as she kept removing her gloves, trinkets, and the such while the lady kept on talking. She was close to pulling her dress down until the bath house worker yapped. Witch Princess turned her head to respond to her comment and was going to give her an education that Witches rarely ever gets prune skin then--

She called her cute. 

“Well thank~~ you, Pia.” Witch gleefully walks over towards her with a lower sing-song melody in her voice, debating if she should rest a hand upon her cheek. She did it anyway along with a wink. “ I must say, you’re rather cute and delectable yourself. ♥ “  

“You look like you are rather bored, care to join me and give me company?” Looking at her up close, those ears were definitely not human.

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Night terrors || Johnny x Witch

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Johnny felt his muscles tense in wonder and fear as she drew closer— his eyes wide, his knees trembling by the time she was close enough to brush a whisper against his ear. There was something haunting about her, about the way she moved, about the air around her. The words that identified what she was made too much sense, put the pieces together far too well. It was everything he could do to keep from stumbling back— and when she drew away again, he finally gathered enough good sense to take a step back, himself.

And he nearly tripped backwards over the handle of the hoe he’d left in the grass behind him.

“Jeez—” he wheezed once he had righted himself, now taking another (more careful) step back over the hoe— no thanks to his own careless placement of the tool a moment prior. He squinted down at the ground around her— and as his eyes began to adjust to the light of the moon, he could start to make out the shapes that once were pumpkins, but definitely weren’t anymore.

They can probably be saved if I cook them fast enough, came his immediate thought. He dismissed it quickly, annoyed at himself for even having thought of it. Now was not the time to think about food!

“I don’t see why you had to go and take it out on me—” Johnny mumbled impulsively, and immediately regretted it. He continued hastily, lest his back-talk incur even more frustration from the witch. “But fine— you got your frustrations out. You didn’t have to go and smash my stuff, though. You could have just— I don’t know, woke me up or something. Yelled at me, scared me— I don’t know. Something. ”

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She cannot help but to juvenile-ly laugh at the man who nearly tripped over. 

 This human was the most amusing she have seen in a while. A bit earnest for his own good, but stupidly courageous. It was to be admired. Hands were now behind her back, while the strange lady swings her body like a child in a school yard. Witch Princess did what she could to contain her giddiness over the situation, but grinning in glee did not help.

Her magenta eyes glimmered by his complaint. “Oh--?” He cut her off from her retort as he continued. It was amusing to watch him talk- and purpose such silly ideas. There was this rule that she loosely followed on, about trying to not make too much contact with humans. Or at least when she did, the witch was supposed to blend in. Witch Princess didn’t exactly followed the rules to begin with, but she did not want trouble to happen to other witches on her behalf. “Would you rather had me appear by your window instead? Or in your room? In your bed?” She echos those words, doe-eyed then she looks away slightly. Indeed those ideas sounded fun, but she would be pushing her code’s buttons even more. Her eyes turn back to match his, with a sickening grin. “I suppose ya have a point, I could had spooked ya-- but that’s no fun. I can’t kill ya.” That was the golden rule, to not destroy another human’s life. Witch Princess had no desire to do that anyways, even if they were Harvest Goddess worshiping creatures. Nuh-uh. Witch wasn’t as sure why she mentioned she couldn’t kill him, but it dawned on her that she could indeed, play with him. This could be fun. “Well I’ll tell you what. Since ya seem ever so eager, I’ll leave your farm alone if you be my toy instead. What do ya say?” 

She pays no mind to the massive pumpkins growing right beside her, whoops.

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Stitches R B*tches || Yuri x Witch

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Autumn dappled in those orange hues that played with her eyes. There were no qualms against the season, yet she often felt deep remorse over her inability to truly convey those colors in a way that could be felt. It was a relaxing palette, which solemnly called out with silence and sat, poised, off the edge of the end.

It was… poignant. A challenge. Bursting at the seams with life, though one could state that it was the complete opposite as well. It was an ongoing, reoccurring idea that escaped her grasp each time she was close to reaching some kind of conclusion of it. And truthfully, it was a mix of nonsense, loss and contradiction that she wanted to imitate somehow.

Did she say loss? Yes, loss. Definitely loss.

She had a trifling issue with that Goddess-forbidden pumpkin costume. It wasn’t flattering. In fact, it had her completely tied up in a strange yearning for that reason alone. Who would take it home? Who pad that distracting, plastic muffin top with a proper layer of felt so that it wouldn’t irritate the skin? And the stockings easily could have been replaced with higher quality ones that wouldn’t tear at a moment’s notice. Yes. What a loss. Her expression cracked absolutely nothing from underneath, but she was intent on fixing it before it landed in the actual owner’s hand—

Just as she was about to pull out her emergency sewing kit to clean up some of the uneven seams, she was abruptly addressed by a flurry of blonde, unruly curls.

“…No,” It wasn’t that. She really didn’t need it. “Let me have it…” Wait. That was rather contradictory. To fix it. To fix it.

“Just for a short time.” Sigh. If anyone was a loss, it was her.

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This woman (???) seemed hard to follow. One moment she says ‘No’, then the next moment she’s asking to keep it. Afterwards she’s adding ‘for a short time?’ What exactly is her motives are for this for? 

“Are ya askin’ for to borrow this thing? Why would ya even want this?” 

Witch Princess holds up the costume again, not even sure what she was going to do with this monstrosity in the first place. Then it hits her. Them humans love to celebrate Hallows Eve right? She nearly had some pity for the person before her, perhaps--mayhaps-- they needed a costume?? Couldn’t they visit some tailor shop to get something for last minute? It was the only thing that deemed to make sense to only have it for a short time.

And naturally, Witch figured the nice thing to do was to hand it to them. They were rather quiet, and mousy,but kinda cute??. It had to be a girl. Those lips looked too soft. Why was she even looking at her? Well, the witch had nothing better to do with the thing, other than pranks for her pure pleasure.

But why not kill two birds with one stone? Honestly, with the snap of her two fingers she could had just already put the person in the suit right now. But a prank is no fun if you cheat to do it. “Okay, tell ya what. I’ll let ya ‘have’ it--” her fingers did a notion on the word have to add emphasis. “If you put it on. Right here. Right now.”

“I have to see if someone could appreciate this costume first as it were like I do.” That thing was a ugly mess, but she loved it nonetheless. Not that...she’d actually sport it or anything. Not her style.

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Set it off || Nadi x Witch

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       .❀. She starts up the singsongy, cutesy act, and Nadi can only groan. He liked cute things, but he could tell insincerity when he saw it. “Yeesh, do you realize how fake you sound right now? You think I’m gonna buy your act? I’m not stupid.”  

      Nadi narrows his eyes at her as she starts speaking again, and as with most people, he had to suffer through the superfluous fluff that was her speech in hopes of figuring out what she was trying to get at, when—

       “Wha…?! No– No you just did n o t—” Did she just…? Eat… the flower…?!

       He doesn’t even bother to waste his time looking shocked, as he immediately throws his hands up in frustration, before taking her by the shoulders and turning her around. He’d take the flowers out of her hair, but Nadi feared it was already too late for them. Their sacrifice was a great one. “NO WAY. You’ve got to leave, now. I am not playing your games, lady!”

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Pursing her lips, her nose scrunches to his reaction. Witch was trying to give him some slack, play it nice and all- and he was certainly was being no fun. So all she could do was pout to his words for now, trying to ignore them. Grabbing another flower from her hair, she chewed it loudly with her mouth opened intentionally.  Then, the man’s reaction became more than favorable, if not, pure entertainment nonetheless. The fact he even dared to grab witch made her nearly pity him for what may happen next. At first, her eyes were in shock by the sudden movement and his words but then she scoffs slightly while he shouts at her, telling her to leave. Her magenta eyes lowers into a sneer, she wasn’t afraid. What’s the worst this gardener could do?

Her chilled hands moved his hands off of her skin with a harsh, low voice and hissed. “Don’t you dare touch me!” And Witch Princess takes a few steps away from him, keeping her sights set on the man just in case.

“Soooooo.... you wanna play a game dont’cha?” It was clearly the opposite of what he just said, but does Witch Princess ever do love pushing buttons. She’s a walking contradictory at times. The bloom killer begins to pluck more flowers that were nearby in a bush, just to see how long it would take for the snow-haired man to break.

“MMmmpff, so...mmm... good. “Her tongue clicks on the top of her mouth, crunching on the chunks of the flower. It tasted so....odd. Smelled terrible too. Witch Princess noted she probably shouldn’t eat that one next time. She could already could tell that the flavor was rather bitter- or it was it’s cry to tell her to not eat the blossoms. Sorry pal, today just wasn’t your day.

Her eyes scouts around for flowers that were more...edible. And took note of the marigolds and johnny jump-ups. Backing up and not paying any heed to his words, Witch then grabs fistfuls clumps of the johnnies and shoves them right into her mouth.  “I’m just...mmaampf... hangry...mmmpf... okay.”

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about nonscents [ Witch Princess & Klaus ]

After the heavy rain over the last few days, Klaus was relieved for the thunderstorms to finally clear. It was unfortunate that he had to remain so closed off from the world, especially during heavy working hours. He’d been hard at work over the perfume organ he’d set up in his home and had lost all sense of time during the dark stormy weather, instead focusing on his work and getting ahead on what he assumed would be a busy season.

It was only in one of his visits into the small room where he let the various concoctions for his scents rest and ferment that he noticed the rain no longer beating on the small side window. He had tuned out the noise of rain and thunder so long that he hadn’t even noticed it had stopped.

It was good timing, of course - he enjoyed his perfumes more than anyone, but there was something very overwhelming to a sensitive nose when it was trapped in just too many scents and no peace. He cracked open the window, allowing the fresh air to fill his lungs before going through his home and opening each other window and enjoying the intoxicating and refreshing air of the outdoors.

One more deep inhale, and on the exhale he allowed himself to express the feeling audibly: “Wonderful,” before turning from the window to return to work. 

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You would think after all the ruckus she had been making while being in the charmingly quiet town of Oaktree, Witch Princess might had been kicked out by now. Certainly that wasn’t the case, per se- as she still roamed the cobblestone streets. Not to mention that all her antics were done in secluded places so far, so she believes she is safe for now. That was, until she smelt this putrid odor.  Covering her mouth using her hands, the quirky dressed lady coughed profusely. Just where was this stinkin smell was coming from?! Didn’t it just recently rained? Perhaps she could do Oaktree a solid and rid of it. She can be nice at times, you know. Moving close to the source-- she then catches a rather wolfish man opening his window- thus making that dizzying scent escape out his house in tenfold. 

What kind of potions and concoctions was he making in there? Now once Witch was curious, she had to find out. Shuffling her body close to the brick building towards the window, her head turned slowly to watch the strange man exclaim his delight of the smell.

Now she was confused? This was supposed to be wonderful? What in the ever loving- Before she could audibly try to knock some sense into the strange man, he moved away from the window. Lovely! Witch Princess decided it was best to climb into the window, (maybe it’s a good thing she’s not too big like he was) as she struggled to get through. (There was nothing to climb on top of, this masonry was well done.) Using a bit of magic, she propped herself up- and sat her rear end on the window still, crossing her arms. “No-no-no-you got it wrong! That smell is the definition of AWFUL- It’s disgusting, terrible, foul, revolting, repulsive, repugnant, odious, nasty, vile, sickening, and mostly--nauseating! How in the hell do you live like this?! You’re gonna start--” Her thoughts were cut short as her own magic carelessly flickers it’s inferno, thus making the fumes in the air combust into little flames. Reaching towards a wall and some odd furniture. Witch Princess had the mix of horror and excitement while the ablaze danced around like harvest sprites at a wedding. “...an accident.” 

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Litterbug || Volkanon & Witch Princess

There really was something concerning about how rapidly the castle’s supply of antidotes were depleting these days. The residents were going outside of town more certainly - and so were encountering more and more monsters - but that certainly didn’t explain it. He personally assumed it was to do with a certain apprentice’s cooking, but he wouldn’t say as much. No matter the cause though, he found himself on his way to replenish their stores much sooner than he otherwise would have.

He had barely even reached the right part of town when a traveller caught his attention, her movements simply drawing his eye. A sound of annoyance left him as he watched the woman throw some miscellaneous rubbish into the waterway by the path, Volkanon not quite fast enough to stop it. Littering was absolutely unacceptable!

He acted without thinking as he saw her pull more rubbish out - was she cleaning out her pockets or something? - to presumably follow the first lot. He closed the distance between them and lifted her up by the back of her collar, taking the rubbish from her hand quickly. Nobody was filling Selphia’s waterways with trash while he was around.

“Stop that! If you must throw something out, there are a number of bins around town that you could use,” he scolded the woman, not even thinking about the way he was holding her. It was probably incredibly rude to just pick someone up, but so was throwing things out wherever she liked.

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For someone who had immortality, it was surprising that Witch Princess didn’t take advantage of going around the world as much as she could had. Then again, when you had all the time in the world- you don’t exactly make the fullest out of it. No clocks tick for one who’s cursed to live forever. Adonea had always fascinated her and piqued her curiosities-- but boy-- being there was tough.

Trecking throughout Norad really tired the witch out, there were monsters galore. Defending herself zapped all her energy, and by the time she made it to Selphia, she questioned if it was really worth it to find the Land of the Elves in the first place. So she decides to sleep in the inn for a night. Bathhouses were becoming a thing the Witch was starting to enjoy. 

Her eyelids lifted up whilst she stretched her arms up into the air on the bed she laid in. Cracking her neck, her feet touches the creakily cool inn floor. “Ooof....winter is coming soon. I could feel it in my bones.”Witch Princess comments to herself before she sets out to go leave for the day. Exploring Selphia and what it has to offer.

One thing the harpy seemed rather fond of-- was doing the wrong thing. Call it some sort of cheap thrill, but tossing her garbage that was in her satchel into the river brought her some joy in her miserably long life. But if she thinks more on her actions, this continent wasn’t much of the Harvest Goddess’ territory. Ah well. Just bringing trouble wherever she goes is something that makes it all the worthwhile.

She tosses a glass bottle with a note inside of it containing an ominous message (Something along the lines of...may you spill your ink.) into the river alongside with some other rubbish. (Weeds, papers, bad charms...) Not really thinking that anyone was paying attention to her, since the town was rather quiet at this time. (It was quite early in the morning, the sun was about to rise.) The blonde made sure the knight that was patrolling around had passed, for Witch Princess wasn’t in the mood to fight against a sword. (It was enough trouble already getting here, she forgot that the creatures around here fought back.) Readying herself to toss another piece of garbage into the water, she was then abruptly stopped by a... just what the hecky is he? Oh great, how the hell are you gonna ---then he lifts her up in the air, causing the Witch some shock. No one has brought her off her feet in centuries. Probably the last time she was carried was by her own fath-- Her eyes rapidly blinks as she snaps out of her daze. “WHAT THE SEVEN LAYERS OF HECK ARE YOU FRICKIN DOING, POPS?!”

Kicking and screaming, the blonde exclaims as she tries to wiggle herself out for her dear life.

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Indoors || [Open]

There’s one good thing that comes out of being stuck indoors for two days- a really clean bathhouse. She wasn’t sure anymore at this point, but she was confident in the fact that she must’ve mopped the floor at least five times. “I’m running out of things to do,” she said as she now moved to clean the baths. Again. 

“You know, it’s sad that I’m forced to talk to you now.” She sighed. “I tried avoiding you for the past two days. You’re evil and ugly and I don’t like you.” As she spoke to the visitor, she grabbed a brush and hopped into the bath. It’s the only way she can clean them. There’s no way to avoid touching water in the bath area so she might as well get in and start from the inside. “I’m only talking to you because you’re the only one here right now. I definitely don’t like you! Never have and I never will!”

Lucky for the mermaid, she didn’t have to be tortured for so long by the creature’s presence- the chime from the door went off. Peeking her head out from behind the bath curtain, Pia greeted whoever came in.

“Welcome! Would you like to take a bath?”

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Witch Princess heard a lot about Sharance,  on how there was a big tree in the town, the beautiful flora and fauna, monsters,  and of the sorts. In her years upon years of living-- the blonde harpy never actually took the chance to explore this area as much as she liked. You think being immortal, you’ve done just about anything.  Unfortunately this witch had a rather difficult time dealing with some of the creatures in the area. You would think she was all powerful herself, but really this witch could only do so much before she’s tired out. Observing the crowds that were in the town the other day, she recalled rumors about this aforementioned  bathhouse. Maybe it could sooth her old,tired, and achy bones.

Tip-toeing around the rainy streets, her boots would jingle with each step. She liked the rain, it meant no one was out. It was surprisingly a comfort for the witch. She hums to herself, thinking she’s only happy when it rains. Since this precipitation was probably going to give her a cold at some point, it was no time like the present to go inside. Cracking open the door, she was greeted with a pink haired.... lady creature?? It didn’t take long for her to presume that maybe she’s not human. It piqued her curiosity. Or maybe she’s in costume, humans do that kind of stuff. Blinking, she retorted. “Yeah,I do.” As her drenched body and dazzling droplets of raindrops pooled on to the floor. Whoops. 

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Night terrors || Johnny x Witch

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Eye contact took him by surprise. Johnny had assumed that this was a woman when he’d come running up - and he’d been taught never to hit a girl, so the hoe he’d brought with him was, of course, right out. But now that she’d turned around, Johnny wasn’t sure this was a woman. At the very least, she might not be human. 

Johnny dropped the hoe to the ground beside him with a soft thud, staring like a man who’d heard a siren sing for the first time— bewildered, curious, and afraid. Her greeting was not at all what he’d expected her to say, and left him more confused now than he had been when he’d run up. His mouth flopped open— then he snapped it shut once more, gathering his wits to form a coherent response.

“I don’t want trouble—” he held up both hands in front of himself, looking her over warily. His eyes were glued to her form - but he didn’t need to see his fields to know that the squelching sound had been his pumpkins being crushed by this woman’s shovel. He could smell it just fine without looking; the sweet pumpkin guts smelled only a few stages short of a baked pie.

“What are you? What are you doing here? Besides—” he nodded briefly to the pumpkin remains he wasn’t looking at. “—that.”

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She was fairly certain she didn’t cast some bewitching spell to the boy before her, but witches ever do have their charm. The hellion clasped her hands together in glee when he listened to her command. What a good boy, what a very, very, good boy.  Tittering around--clearly he was saying those words to the wrong person. You would find in the dictionary that her name was under the word ‘Trouble.’ Poor farm boy, he didn’t stood a chance. “Normally I don’t disclose these kinds of things~ but since you are so brave...” She leans on closer to his face, placing a soft hand on his cheek and speaks softly to his ear and whispers.  “I’m a witch.”  And the witch draws back with another giggling retort. How could someone be so cute but destructive at the same time? When her fit subdued, she finally searched the answers to his question- yet it proved to no avail. Scratching her own ear in thought, ( and mayhaps to take out some pumpkin chunks out there) the blonde said: “I suppose you could say I got lost. And I was upset you see, sometimes it’s good to take out your frustrations.” She flings some pumpkin goo with her fingers and it hits the ground- not realizing she was casting a spell on it to come back to life-- vines seeping from the goo on the ground.

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Set it off || Nadi x Witch

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.❀. If there was anything Nadi took pride in, it was his work. He put his heart and soul into his landscaping, and hated for anyone to touch it, because that gave them the chance to mess it up. Nadi didn’t like having his hard work ruined like that. Not only did it make all his hard work a waste of time, it also hurt him to see people disregarding something he put so much time and love into.

      So imagine his utter shock when he walks right out of Elise’s manor to see somebody casually destroying his lovingly grown and carefully tended flowers.

      “Wha–” He chokes on the word initially, so appalled at what he was seeing that he couldn’t bring himself to form a cohesive sentence. When the girl callously plucks another petal off of the sunflower, though, he snaps out of his dumbfounded stupor long enough to march over to her. 

      “—What are you d o i n g?!” Nadi snatches the flower from her grasp, to spare the poor thing from any more suffering at her hands. “This isn’t yours to do whatever you want with…! Idiot– you do know you’re destroying private property, right?”

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Witch Princess was caught off guard with the sunflower was ripped from her hands. It stopped on the part she didn’t want to think about. She examines the man before her, and takes a good look to see if he could actually bring her harm before she decides to flee. Judging by his expressions, he’s probably the gardener of this place. Has every right to be upset about her handiwork. “Oh this? “ She rapidly blinks to his words, then singsongs in her explanation. It’s probably good to play the dumb blonde. Good one, Witch Princess! “Private property? I didn’t knooooooow that.”  That was a load of bologna. A playful grin glows from her face, this should be fun. “ These flowers are so well loved, aren’t they? It’s a shame they don’t last forever.” Says the person who was just destroying them. Touche. “It’s fun to play with them while you can, you know. Live while you can, they say.” She was asking for a fight, wasn’t she? The harpy pulled an goldenrod out of her hair and then put it in her mouth to chew it. Mmm. Tasty.

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Night terrors || Johnny x Witch

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Johnny had always been something of a light sleeper; the first few rays of morning light were usually plenty enough to wake him completely, and as a rule he was usually up and ready to begin his day well before 6AM. That wasn’t to say that daylight was the only thing that ever woke him, however. Having grown up in the city, he’d become fairly used to sleeping through the sort of commotion that drifted up even to high rise apartments; late night traffic had become something of a comfortable white noise to him. The country was nothing like the city. The near dead silence that descended upon Oak Tree each night was haunting for the new farmer for the first few nights he’d lived there. He’d never slept so little in his life.

The only thing more haunting than the silence, however, was when something very suddenly and very loudly filled the silence. On this particular night, Johnny sat bolt upright in bed - jolted awake by the sound of something exploding with a sickening, wet squelch.

What was that? An animal? Something going after his animals?! Johnny fell out of bed, running out into the night without bothering to throw on shoes or even to put on something over his pajamas - stopping only long enough to grab the first tool he laid a hand on as he ran past it.

Wasn’t the animals, he concluded, looking frazzled and insane with a hoe in hand and barefoot just outside his pasture’s fence. He did a quick head-count, and that helped take him down from an 11 on the panic scale to about an 8. Whatever had made the first sound, however, was still making noise - and now that the blood and adrenaline of the moment was no longer humming behind his ears, he could follow the noise down to his crop fields.

“What the—” he began, lowering the hoe once he’d found the source of the smashing - ironic, given that the tool had been meant to confront the culprit, and here we was no longer brandishing it like a baseball bat once he’d found said culprit. Still, there was no way he’d be able to posture that way at what was clearly a woman - even if her motives for assaulting his fields had yet to be determined. Better figure out what those motives are, Johnny.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!”

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SPLAT. She smashes another pumpkin and sheepishly laughs at the chunks splattering amongst the soil. They smelled pleasant in this fitting crisp, night autumn air. Smacking things with a shovel helped relieved the tension she was feeling in her meager bones. This was definitely a stress reliever. Witch Princess concluded to herself she gotta do this again sometime. Of course, all good things must come to an end. It didn’t take too long for the owner of the farm to catch up and see her masterpiece. To be frank, sure-- this was their property and these are terrible, immoral, against all codes of ethics of what a good Samaritan should do. But Witch Princess didn’t give a damn, she’s a bloody witch for starters. Her magenta eyes glimmered as she turned her head to face her next victim- the way her long dirty curls contrasted in the moonlight made her appear otherworldly or ethereal. Well she didn’t seem clearly humane or even sane in this aspect. “Oh, how cute~” The witch devilishly smirks and chuckles whilst she lowers the shovel down to the grown and drags it along towards him. She then looks at him adoringly like he’s a brand new toy walking closer. The mere sight would make her look like a psychopath. This was giving her thrills. “What am I doing?...Just what are you doing?” Lots of giggling ensued. “ That hoe looks ready to attack.. Ooh~ I’m soooo scared.” It was strange to hear her sweet, sweet voice in contrast to how intimidating she was being. Not that she planned to hurt any living creature--unless it was for consumption-- and in her years she’s never had the desire to kill.Living creatures go on their own already, anyways. She stops in her tracks about a few feet away from the shoe less farmer, in which she gave him props for showing in the dead of night like that. Very dedicated, isn’t he? Her eyes sneers a bit as she childishly greets the man. “Hi.” 

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Set it off || Nadi x Witch

@illumxnadi Since she’s already been in Oak Tree town after terrorizing the local farmers--the Witch Princess decided to cause some ruckus on other farms too. Like this big tacky mansion for instance. To be expected, the garden was well kept and the last of the blooming flowers were fun to look at. The asters,anemones, and goldenrods were very good specimens to use for her tonics. This little Witch did what she pleases, and she plucks several flowers and decides to weave them into her hair one by one. It makes her feel warm inside, like she is something of value. Much like a princess. After taking a good noticeable chunk of flowers tangled into her hair, the blonde started to pluck some petals off of a sunflower for the hell of it. “She sucks....I rock....she sucks....I rock...she sucks...” And by she, she meant the Harvest Goddess. 

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Night terrors || Johnny x Witch

@fawkesontherun In the dead of the night this little Witch likes to play. As she rides on her broom stick to places all over Bokumono she decides to take a pit stop in Oak Tree to visit her relative for a bit. And as per usual, Witchykins is nowhere to be found. (Probably sleeping somewhere--or better yet-- terrorizing some harvest sprites. What a good child, she makes her so proud.) It was such a slight disappointment with the lack of company, but the blonde moves on. She notices that there’s an abundance of farmland in this area, and decides to scout things out while she explores the mountain. There was a trail of poison mushrooms that the woman started picking and placing it into her satchel. In which she followed the path up into a farm. This farm was stupidly cute, with its nice fences and cuddly sleeping animals out in the pasture. Blech. Disgusting. Witch never took much interests of human’s efforts for their hard work and labor because they always would do the same ol’ thing they are expected to until the day they expire. Witch Princess was always a bit of an anarchist, as she grabs an apple from a tree and takes a bite out of it. It’s sweet and savory- but meh-- she tosses it back to the ground as she takes a look around. “Squash....potatoes....sunflowers...pumpkins--HAH.” She zaps a spell on a pumpkin to watch it explode, and giggles. Using magic, sure- was the easy way out on a lot of things-- but there was something more thrilling when she did the destruction with her own two hands. And that, well- she didn’t want to wake up whomever lived here. It’s no fun when you have a family of farmers chasing after you with pitchforks. Man, those were the years. Good times. Spotting a shovel, she picks it up and starts smashing pumpkins. The experience was rather exhilarating and an a great stress relief as the chunks of pumpkin spurt all over the ground. Commence, more giggling. Hopefully this didn’t wake up the farmer-- or if it did-- she had a funny thought that this could be excellent nightmare fuel. 

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Stitches R B*tches || Yuri x Witch

@patchwip

With the crisp crunches of the autumn leaves on her feet, Witch Princess took each step forward in stride. It’s not like she hasn’t been to these kinds of things many times before, but there was something special about fall. Everything dies. More so, metaphorically speaking, everything is dying. And yet, it still looks so fascinating to see everything in it’s prime. The array of colors are one to be enjoyed and the Witch certainly did. A content smirk was plastered right on her face. This fall festival was proving to be entertaining for her. She was out to fetch her prize, a ridiculous pumpkin costume from the silent auction they had. Intentionally she had no qualms in buying the thing, but the fact that people were just throwing money on something so silly entertained her. Naturally....she wanted to egg it on to get others to spend their human vices. Of course, her plan went to poop. Oh well- Witch Princess knew that eventually she’ll acquire more money anyway. No use in freaking out about it. That was, until she noticed someone watching her intently holding the costume in her arms. Why were they watching her? Don’t they have anything better to do? “Hey you!” She exclaims to the four-eyed stranger. “You want this?”