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𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. private,  selective  &  multiverse.   𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙱𝚈  𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. she  /  her  ( 27. )   british.   established  july 13th,  2026.   read my rules! triggering  content  present  &  tagged. prompts. usft sideblog. playlist. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

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[ closed starter. ] [ @tealias / alderic. ] kezia ducks into the shadows as gunfire sounds out across the courtyard. a mission gone... not wrong, but has certainly become more complicated; this target is feisty. the witch bares her teeth in excitement and tightens her grip around her gun. she tucks into a roll behind a wall and peers around the corner, pulling back to dodge a bullet that wedges itself into the brick. her target makes a run for it, darting out of sight into a nearby building. you're not escaping me that fucking easily, she thinks to herself and breaks into a sprint, without caution, after them.

kezia comes to a closed door and with an impressive kick it flies open revealing a dark barn. " shit, " she hisses, knowing she's not going to be able to find them like this. so, she turns to her clairvoyance and seals her eyes shut. gun raised and arms extended out, kezia starts to navigate the space. off to her right, she senses movement, breath, and points the gun in that direction. from her powers, she's able to tell it isn't her target. but who, then? a voyeur? no, perhaps that's the wrong word, although there is something arousing about the hunt, for kezia at least. she gestures at them with her gun and grunts, " who are you? "

in that moment, a bullet zips across the barn and skims her bicep. kezia shouts, almost pulling the trigger of her own gun, and rushes towards the stranger to find cover beside them. opening her eyes, she allows them to adjust to the darkness and finds herself staring into the wide stare of a man. what the fuck is he doing here? " what the fuck are you doing here? " the witch complains, voicing her thoughts, agitated about being shot as she clutches her wound with her bare, dirty hand.

          " shit! " she snaps, gritting her teeth. her gaze drops to her gun and she asks him, " do you know how to use this? " without hesitating, regardless of what he says, she hands him the weapon and then unsheathes a blade at her thigh. " distract them. "

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#witchunts. read  rules  before  following. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 based in the supernatural genre. private,  selective & multiverse. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙱𝚈  𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. personals  do  not  reblog. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

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drabble 01.  meeting primrose. part 01.

" he wears a skull for a head, you can't miss him, " says her client. " put him down and the cash is yours. "

kezia rocks on her heels and shakes her head. " no, i take cash up front, " she asserts bluntly with a sweet smile. her childish charm doesn't work however, and the man grunts in disagreement.

" not for this job you don't. "

and that's a predicament for her, right there, because it's good money. and fox will be displeased to learn she's being confrontational with clients and thus losing them... she imagines his hand around her throat, tight and squeezing dangerously as he says look at what you make me do, do you like making me angry you disobedient little brat? her hand rises subconsciously to her throat and she exhales heavily. " fine. where can i find him? "

that's what'd led her to this dark, dingey alley with slime dripping down the discoloured brick walls and rats squeaking and scurrying around. it stinks, the scent of death and rotting food from the open dumpsters invading her senses. she passes one and takes a peek inside. it's been exposed to the rain for god knows how long and the contents have turned into a swamp of festering garbage juice. kezia grimaces to herself, but still chuckles quietly. even the trashmen are too afraid or disgusted to come here and do their job, she thinks to herself. her rifle is slung over her shoulder and she begins the climb up the fire escape. the sky is clear and she's grateful the rain has stopped for this. as though the weather itself is holding its breath for her kill. yes, she truly believes that.

kezia makes it to the top of the building and spots an area to settle. she lays on her front, positioning her rifle so that it's aimed at the building opposite and for a moment, she glances down at the city below. superior. omnipresent. that's how it feels to be up here, about to take a life and nobody but her knows. everybody on the street hurries and nudges past one another as they shop and go about their evenings... oblivious. kezia licks her lips and presses her face to the side of her weapon as she looks through the scope. she's going to have to account for bullet drop this far away, despite it only being the building opposite, because as little as she cares for collateral damage, she doesn't desire to hurt anyone. she could do without the inconvenient embarrassment that'd come with that happening. her crime would be on the news and fox would be outraged.

no, no collateral. this needs to be perfect. one shot, one hit, that's it. the floor at this time in the opposite building is empty. but she knows what's to come. a tip off from one of her target's team. he couldn't resist her tempting... interrogation methods. he's still bound in a dark room somewhere with one kneecap popped off and she wonders if keeping the information from her had been worth it. whatever. focus on the mission, she tells herself.

it takes approximately two and a quarter hours for her target's goons to begin crowding the space. covering corners and shadows. she huffs in amusement. amateurs. it's an arms deal she's crashing. an exchange of money for guns. maybe she can help herself once they split. kezia hums a tune to herself as she waits for the skull-masked man to show. why a skull mask? she considers. masks are for losers. she's never been interested in hiding. consequences be damned, she's too good at being a slick fox for them to catch her.

finally, the masked man appears and the meeting begins. she watches through her scope curiously. wonders what someone like that gets up to. he probably goes home and cries himself to sleep watching porn. she smirks to herself. does he kiss his wife with that mask on? don't be silly, she tells herself, he doesn't have a wife. tongue flicks out childishly as she concentrates on taking the shot. she hears fox's voice again. stop that. her tongue disappears back inside. index finger caresses her weapon alongside the trigger. she has him in her sights, and with a gentle pull, the rifle releases a bullet that zips through the air and penetrates the glass before hitting the man directly in the upper section of his skull forehead. the hit knocks him backwards, and kezia watches the chaos unfold. except something she notices above all else is the lack of blood. the target's men begin rushing around the room, trying to evade further possible shots as they drag their leader to safety.

kezia chews on her lip, knowing that rush of adrenaline she feels won't last long. she rises to her feet, swings the rifle back over her shoulder and approaches the fire escape to climb down. as she reaches the bottom, footsteps can be heard coming down the alley. immediately, kezia begins debating excuses. my cat got stuck up there, or i heard a scream, or i wanted to look at the stars. no, that one won't work, the sky is clear. besides, how is she going to explain the rifle? fingers flex as she turns, prepared to kill whoever saw her. that's what fox had taught her, after all. kill any witnesses, never allowed yourself to be compromised. brows raise in weak surprise when she comes face to face with the skull mask she'd just shot at. there's a visible hole at the top of his forehead that kezia's gaze lingers on. there's no surviving that. which means... this is no human.

" how are you not dead? " she blurts outright. arms hang at her sides and she looks it over, scrutinising. " and how did you get here so fast? " questions swarm her brain, curiosity flaring in the absence of fear. the skulled silhouette doesn't respond, it merely stares at her. and she loathes the silent treatment. " say something. " the skull's jaw parts to reveal a void inside its mouth, all flesh and tongue missing. just crooked teeth. " you can't? " she asks, and it nods. " huh... " kezia, without caution, approaches the figure and closely examines the hole in its skull. she whistles, prodding a fingertip through it. no blood, no brain matter. just emptiness.

" so what? you can't die? " it nods. she laughs. " they sent me after someone that can't die? " its head tilts then, questioningly. kezia shrugs back, explaining, " someone hired me to kill you. " the surrealness of the situation isn't entirely lost on her, but she seems to be enjoying the bizarreness of it. an equilibrium that brings her a level of peace she doesn't think she's ever had. the hollow eye sockets look back at her, soulless. then, the figure reaches into its hoodie pocket and retrieves what looks like a card. it's passed to her. it's a business card, she realises after scanning it. " you want me to work for you? " kezia's brows furrow gently, confused. it nods once. " even after i shot you? " it nods again, before turning and walking down the alley away from her, disappearing around the corner, leaving kezia to consider her options.

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𝐍𝐏𝐂: 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

faceclaim: the skull from fear street.

primrose, aka prim, is a close associate of kezia's. it is an arms dealer that supplies her with weapons and is also a fellow supernatural being. it's not clear what primrose is, whether it was conjured, possessed or magically resurrected, but it's good at its job and has a lot of criminal connections. prim doesn't talk, it has no tongue, and thus could never give kezia a name. so kezia took it upon herself to name it, resulting in primrose and it stuck. kezia trusts primrose more than the average person and they share a sibling-like bond. she goes to it when she feels lonely and they hang out. it's impossible to tell whether prim likes kezia or simply puts up with her, but it endures her shenanigans regardless.

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Florence Pugh as Yelena Belova Thunderbolts* (2025) dir. Jake Schreier

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@rpurl said: " you look like shit. " from brute. [ prompt. ]

nothing beats being mauled by a werewolf during a hunt. the blood spattered across her isn't her own, and without a method to restrain or calm such a beast, kezia had made the decision, in order to survive, to put the creature down. the ussd won't be pleased with her decision; they'd much sooner have an alive werewolf to test, poke and prod than a dead one but she values her life more than some stranger. you look like shit. it comes as she enters the break room and a chuckle parts from her lips.

          " says the dead guy, " she counters, pausing as she reaches for an energy drink and cracks it open. " or whatever you are. " a hand waves him off. kezia hasn't really tried to understand the depths of brute's... condition? situation? she doesn't know the best word to use to describe it. she's never been interested enough to learn about others on a factual level. that being said, she is a fan of stalking. she's stalked brute, followed him around and observed what he gets up to from a distance. like a fucking cat, she thinks to herself with a smirk. and of course, she sees nothing wrong with that. isn't it a good thing that she's interested in people? doesn't that mean she isn't the heartless monster everyone makes her out to be?

she doesn't know much about brute as a supernatural being, but she knows his routine well enough to predict his plans. it doesn't occur to her how sad that might be. kezia approaches where he's seated and sits opposite him, slinging her legs up and onto the table. drying blood smears across the surface. someone's going to have to clean that up - and it won't be her. " besides, it's not like you were any fucking help, " she half-heartedly accuses. " if i didn't know any better, i'd say you wanted that wolf to eat me up. "

suddenly, her boots are back on the floor and she's leaning across the table to consider him. " are you a sadist? " she asks bluntly, before her lips curl and she sits back in her seat and teasingly says, " i never knew this about you. oh my god, you little fucking sadist, brute. "

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topic:  punishments at the hands of fox.

this will cover mentions of child abuse, if this makes you uncomfortable then do not read.

fox was an extremely abusive and cruel handler. he had methods to keep the girls, his 'foxes', driven and determined not to fail him. between painful torture, hours of physical and psychological tests, and outright violence, the girls of the fox academy suffered by his hand. kezia, especially, due to being at the top of her class. fox set the bar high for her and demanded that she meet those expectations. naturally, kezia failed on occasion, and she would face drastic consequences for this.

examples of the abuse the girls at the academy suffered at the hands of fox include:

fox using a knife to create a medium sized cut in the palm of the hand before pouring salt onto it and then taping it up.

mild to severe beatings that involved being punched, kicked or slapped.

silent treatment for a week minimum.

starvation - being expected to not eat for punishment duration. could be up to three days.

locked in the basement and bound for days.

forced to complete mental or physical tests for hours, resulting in painful blisters. for example, failure or hesitation meant one was expected to dismantle and then reassemble a gun over and over until fox deemed it enough. when fox learned of kezia's distracting relationship with her former friend zizi, he instructed kezia to shoot her dead - another example of a mental test.

washing blistered hands in lemon juice.

army crawling for hours until elbows and knees were wounded.

jogging for hours.

shaving one's head to embarrass them and strip them of their identity.

washing mouth out with soap for bad language.

shutting them in darkness for hours alone.

being verbally degraded in front of the other girls.

not being allowed to use the toilet and thus wetting oneself.

these are a few examples of how cruel and oppressive fox was when it came to overseeing the girls and their failures. he was no-nonsense and extremely strict. kezia didn't experience all of these but they certainly took place within the academy. she was his star student and deemed his daughter in every sense. she was well looked after in comparison to the other girls, but that didn't save her from punishments when she disappointed fox.

as a result, kezia has developed an extremely high pain tolerance, as well as some complicated kinks regarding being degraded and used. sometimes she oversees her own punishment if her companion at the time doesn't. it takes her a long time to recover from fox's brainwashing and she never fully does. she can go exceptionally long periods without food and often delays using the toilet as a form of dopamine chasing. kezia actively uses curse words as a form of rebellion. still, she anticipates punishment despite fox no longer being around. she can dismantle and reassemble a gun in seconds without looking. it's safe to say fox has left a resounding mark on kezia, with her having lived under him for approximately twenty-eight years.

[toiich]

The Second Night (2016), dir. Eric Pauwels

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Jolt (2021)

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𝐍𝐏𝐂: 𝐙𝐀𝐇𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐎.

faceclaim: dua saleh.

zahra, known to kezia as zizi, was one of the fourteen other girls kezia grew up alongside under fox's oppression. she was a year younger than kezia. zizi was kezia's first crush, and the two spent a lot of time together around their early teens. when kezia's powers were discovered, zizi pulled back with the other girls and while she never contributed to the bullying, she never tried to stop or discourage it either. kezia struggled to make peace with this crack in their relationship and approached zizi one evening to confront her. fox overheard everything and the following day, drove the two girls out into the woods where he gave kezia a pistol and told her to shoot zizi.

kezia felt conflicted, but in her rage she didn't hesitate. she shot zizi in the shoulder and the chest, before fox took the gun off of her. he then walked kezia back to his car and returned her to the academy. what they didn't know was that zizi survived. the teen dragged herself to a path and was discovered by a couple walking their dog. rushed to the hospital, zizi recovered from her bullet wounds and was adopted by the soto family, and was renamed zahra. unbeknownst to kezia, zahra is still alive and is desperately trying to find kezia, plagued by regret.

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something important to remember about kezia is that due to her diminished social filter as well as her impulsivity, she will and does make (sometimes deeply) inappropriate comments and remarks. from sexual to dark humour to violent. she also uses language to assert dominance over others. if it visibly makes your muse uncomfortable, it's fuel for her.

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