hocus pocus, go away;

"abracadabra, this is bullshit." quill balthazar finch ; original tracking: witchfoolery

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Mamura Daiki, cap. 75

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[sairenji]

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[warpaved]

Judging from its… pristine condition, Taku doubted the cheese sold as well as he claimed it did, terrible smell that made his eyes water exempted. He’d probably do everyone around here a favor getting rid of it, but alas.

"I doubt someone’d miss it," or buy it in the immediate future, for that matter, he reckoned as an afterthought, scrunching up his nose and distancing himself from this so-called bestseller just as a glint far back caught his eye. Light reflecting off of it, it took him a second to realize what exactly he was looking at until he took it off the shelf to regard it more closely, interest piqued despite himself.

"What’s this?"

[witchfooolery]

What a rude human.  Is he human?  Quill squints at him; he's good-looking enough to be something else, that's for sure.  He's also tall enough to be a tree.  Okay, not a tree; he's just bitter because the young man is two inches taller than him.  Totally not cool.  First, he pops out of his basket, he's taller than him, and now, he insults his blue ribbon cheese.  So, so, so rude and hot - what?

Drumming his fingers along the desk surface, he sighs, blowing a lock of hair out of his face.  "It's - "  ...Actually, even Quill doesn't know what that is.  He kind of wishes he knew.  "...Mermaid scales. Maybe."  It's probably not in all honesty.  "They're, uh, for your face. Crush them into a powder and rub them into your skin and ...magic happens.  Supposedly.  One hundred percent guarantee, but there are no refunds here.  Still, if I were you, I'd take a look at the potions. We've just re-stocked on the incredibly authentic temporary luck potions here.  Super hard to come by.  Extremely rare.  On sale!"

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"… You must have hit your head particularly hard. I recommend going to a hospital. Perhaps you got a concussion after all." Either that, or the child was naturally stupid. Or, better yet, he bore an attention span of a gnat.

[witchfooolery]

“No, no, I feel perfectly fine.  Never felt better.  In fact, I feel revitalized.  Refreshed.  Lively.  Dandy."  ...With maybe a slight concussion.  He should really work on running into things less often.  "...Did you know I'm a witch boy?"  No, Quill.  You're not supposed to tell humans that you can use magic.

[friday-night-hero]

wandering

“Balls…” the young man muttered softly, trying to type something into the faintly glowing screen of his cellphone.  The GPS wasn’t working so well anymore. It had been doing so well and now that damn thing wouldn’t stop recalculating. Fletcher sighed before glancing up at the darkening sky. He should’ve just turned back age ago. Now he was probably lost. There was nothing he could really do about it now though except find a motel to stay at for the night. One of the unfamiliar buildings probably had someone who could help. He just had to pick the right door.

Fletcher stopped at random before gently pushing open a door. “Excuse me? I’m sorry if it’s close but uh…the door’s open.” He stated entering what seemed to be some sort of miscellaneous shop. “I was hoping I could get some information.” He added loudly, hoping he hadn’t offended anyone. It wasn’t that late right? 

[witchfooolery]

It's a special day today in the village of Nowhere.  It's Plum's birthday. Yes, Plum.  As in his Mistress' mangy cat who detests everybody and all who is not her granddaughter, Apple, or the Mistress.  And so, because it is the cat's most glorious ninetieth birthday, he must tend to the shop alone on his usual day off, which he typically spends in the dark woods, brooding or being chased by very rude imps that enjoy trying to pull out his golden hair.  Bad luck aside, he'd still rather get his hair pulled out by imps than attend to the lonely shop on his personal day off because of a spiteful elderly cat and her loving owner.  

"Yeah, yeah, come in," he sighs, clearly missing all the festivities, but knowing his Mistress and the fondness for that cruel old cat, it's most likely cursing mice to do strange things and hunting things together.  Who knows?  Hell, his Mistress'll probably want to - oh, right.  Customer.  He sighs once more, finally looking up at his visitor of the hour only to notice that it's a face he's never seen before.  "What kind of information?  You lost?  You're very lucky to have stumbled into the middle of Nowhere.  Or maybe not.  Just don't wander these woods alone.  There's a nasty crow in there whose favorite food is human heart."  Was that mean?  That was a little mean.  "I'm just kidding," he grins except he's not kidding.  "How may I be of glorious service?"

arctic monkeys meme !

❝ You call the shots, babe. ❞

❝ I just wanna be yours. ❞ 

❝ Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. ❞

❝ Maybe I just wanna be yours. ❞

❝ Are there some aces up your sleeve ? ❞

❝ Have you no idea that you’re in deep ? ❞

❝ I dreamt about you nearly every night this week. ❞

❝ How many secrets can you keep ? ❞

❝ There’s this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat. ❞

❝ The nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day. ❞

❝ Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. ❞

❝ It’s just I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you. ❞

❝ Was sort of hoping that you’d stay. ❞ 

❝ We could be together if you wanted to.❞

❝ I’m not finished, ‘cause you’re not by my side. ❞

❝ Once again I was just dreaming of bumping into you. ❞

❝ It’s harder and harder to get you to listen. ❞

❝ It’s three in the morning and I’m trying to change your mind. ❞

❝ Why’d you only call me when you’re high ? ❞

❝ You’re starting to bore me, baby. ❞

❝ You know who’s calling even though the number is blocked. ❞

❝ You walked around your house wearing my skky blue Lacoste and your knee socks. ❞

❝ You cured my January blues. ❞

❝ You made it all alright. ❞

❝ Never stopped you letting me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of your knee socks. ❞

❝ You and me could have been a team. ❞

❝ You could be my baby. ❞

❝ I go crazy ‘cause here isn’t where I wanna be. ❞

❝ All I wanna hear her say is ‘are you mine ?' ❞

❝ Are you mine ? ❞

❝ I want it all. ❞

❝ Ain’t it just like you to kiss me and then hit the road. ❞

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nessa’s playlist → scarborough fair/canticle by celia pavey

are you going to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme remember me to one who lives there he once was a true love of mine tell him to make me a cambric shirt parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme without no seams nor needle work then he’ll be a true love of mine tell him to find me an acre of land parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme between the salt water and the sea strand then he’ll be a true love of mine tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme and gather it all in a bunch of heather then he’ll be a true love of mine

[witchfooolery]

"Oi, watch it in the store, Basket Man; I've got my eye on you. You're not gonna pop out of things here, are you?  Actually, if you really want, you can pop out of that wheel of cheese.  It's kind of old, but apparently, folks around here like really old cheese.  It's more expensive or whatever; I don't know.  Oh, and I wouldn't touch that if I were you.  Might lose your nose.  You break it; you bought it.  Got it?"

[warpaved]

Being familiar with an unpleasant sensation hardly ever made it less comfortable. No constant involvement, active confrontation, or silent toleration would ever change that fact, and yet, no matter how many times he was reminded of how unconventional this particular mode of transport was, hope that someday he might get the hang of it remained, still.

He never did, of course. No constant involvement would ever make materializing out of thin air just to end up crammed awkwardly into a tiny basket less embarrassing. Not for him, and especially not for the party concerned, so when he burst out of his metaphorical bubble to find himself facing a very much surprised-looking stranger, well…

He honestly couldn’t blame him.

"Uh—"

[witchfooolery]

It's too early for herb collecting.  Honestly, Quill's rather certain the herbs aren't even fucking awake yet because he sure isn't.  Who even goes herb collecting at this hour?  Who does that?  Apparently, his Mistress must have ...shit, what was it again?  Ah, fuck it.  He's got the list written down somewhere; he'll be alright.  And well, if he gets turned into stone again, he's got the spell memorized to turn him back just in case - wait, what the hell?  Why is his basket suddenly so heavy!?  

Groaning, he sets the basket on the ground in defeat.  If he's late, his Mistress might turn him into a bird if she's feeling particularly merciful.  Setting his hands on his hips, he absent-mindedly kicks the basket in spite ...until he opens it and he nearly shrieks, staggering backwards and hitting his head on a tree branch.  "W-What the fuck!?  Who - Why are you inside my basket?  Get out of my basket!  I swear to Merlin if you've crushed any of the herbs inside, I'll turn you into ... into ... oh, it doesn't matter.  I'll live a good life as a bird.  Please bury me with my first generation iPod.  I've been through thick and thin with my iPod.  And tend to my bees.  They are good bees.  They've only stung me thirty seven times, but they are the best bees I've ever - Right."  He forgets most people aren't interested in his tragic life story.  "Can you ...please get out of my basket?"

[warpaved]

[witchfooolery]

“ Everybody is a book of blood;    wherever      we’re      opened,                                    we’re red. ”    - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

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[sunny-deer]

[thatmusictasteslikeheaven]

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"Legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the trees."

[airabesque]

          ♫♪… ❝Disturbed? Are you certain? You don’t seem like it…      just a little strange. And you spoke so blasé about it… Maybe you just need      more rest. I’ve been called a fairy, you know? And a butterfly? I suppose      this is what happens when you dance for a living. Do you study… as well      as attempting to sell honey and other homemade goods?❞

[witchfooolery]

“Terribly certain.  I'm completely right of mind.  Maybe even a genius.  A misunderstood, lonely genius.  Ah, yes, my path is achingly lonely, but it's a fate I must travel by myself. Oh, nevermind that.  I'm, uh, yes.  Studying.  Loads of it.  I can't imagine a life without it.  I'm studying ...something kind of obscure.  You probably haven't ever heard of it.  Wait, so, are you human?  You are, right?  Damn, I'm slacking."

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          ‘ welcome fellow prayer !

               do you need assistance in

               your mystical sail ? ‘

[witchfooolery]

"mystical sail?  hey, lady, i'm the con man, not you.  what's all this mumbo jumbo about mystical sails and prayers?  the world is normal; none of that stuff really exists."

[tactiquess]

     ”Why is it so strange to be? I was shown much kindness myself as a stranger to Ylisse and now I serve as their tactician. Regardless of if you are doing your work with disdain or at another’s hand, and regardless of if your manners are as terrible as I thought— I have no true, justifiable reason to be rude to you.” Robin could be temperamental and blunt but it was purposeless to act ill towards someone she had just met simply due to their conduct.

     ”You need not accept my aid if you do not wish but it is a genuine offer if you are so inclined.”

[witchfooolery]

“...Most people are not as kind and curious these days. I'd be more careful if I were you.  Too many people insist on disappearing, but I suppose it's not quite by choice.  Still, I need those lizard tails by midnight or my Mistress would be terribly upset with me.  I might get turned into a toad.  I was turned into a snake once.  It was kind of cool for a little while, but it got old pretty fast.  Thank you for your grace, Milady."

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