The Witch

GERTRUDE GOTHEL; OTHERWISE KNOWN AS EMILY MUTTER || EIGHTY SIX || TEACHER || BEDEVILED ☆ MEMBER OF THE FANTASIA PROJECT RP

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send me a heart to learn something about my muse!

❤: does my muse consider themselves a romantic?

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

❥: what is my muse's ideal date?

ღ: how does my muse feel about displays of affection in public and/or in private?

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

💘: how does my muse act/react when they first realize that they had a crush on somebody?

💝: what would my muse consider a "perfect gift"?

💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?

💌: how would my muse go about confessing to someone they liked? would they do it indirectly or directly, or maybe not at all?

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

💙: how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

💜: how long might it take for my muse to say "i love you" for the first time?

💛: does my muse believe in love-at-first-sight? in soulmates? in fate?

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littledarlingmichael‌:

Michael nodded as casually as he could. Freak out was the word he’d use. “Yeah, y’know. Get mad about it.” Madder than a teacher probably should be about something as easy for a teenager to do as fuck up a plant. He didn’t know a single person his age that could keep up with more than a cactus. And then he crossed his arms, book resting over his chest loosely. He still had to do his best to not give her ideas. “I mean it’s a good idea you can’t bring poison plants to school. Health hazard for everyone, I reckon.” And Michael raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I’ve heard about teachers over here gettin’ stuff put in their tea on the news, you can’t be too careful.” He doubted that any one of her students would actually poison her, but maybe so far she’d just freaked out nice kids like himself, who would only ever think about it.

“Get mad about--... I think getting mad about having plants drowned is quite alright,” she’s beginning to sound a bit prickly, against her best wishes. It isn’t as much the plants in this moment. It’s the tone. His tone, to be precise. Gertrude is not a fan. Her eyes narrow at him, skeptical. But she isn’t here to pick a fight. And this is her own fault for thinking that messing with him might be a good idea. He was too bright for his own good, wasn’t he. “Ah, I see,” she says, finally, an empty smile on her face, “well. If it’s merely in the abundance of caution, consider me cautioned.” She hates the way he looks in this moment. Innocent about it. Sure, yea, whatever. He was one of those troublesome types she was sure to keep an eye on, now. It was laughable, really, how he’d gone much more under her radar. “Besides, it’s a scary world. Anyone could get poisoned. I don’t think I’m in any particularly special position. I mean, students... with... errant lab equipment, or... misuse. They’re just as much at risk... aren’t they?”

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therealnealxhopper‌:

He was absolutely coked out of his mind and he knew it. He was wired and needed a break. So he was out walking, his mind wandering wherever it wanted to. And he wasn’t really sure when he made the decision but he did. Neal knocked on the door to her home at what must of been close to 2 in the morning And being the pain that he is, he knocked until the door opened. “I was in the neighborhood and was in the mood for some good alcohol and tantalizing banter,” he said with a smirk as he leaned against her doorframe.

She was... tired. It was nearly two in the morning. Why the... hell... was he here? Him. This sorry excuse for an insect. “Right, hi, yea, it’s an ungodly hour, you know this, yea?” Gertrude looks rather put out by this. But then she realizes, she doesn’t really care that that’s true. “You know what, fuck it, come on,” she gestures him inside. “Pick a liquor... a burning one. It’s been a time. A real time. I’ll pick out something to banter with you on once we’re a little more drunk, sure?”

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⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. - Adam

He is, as kindly as possible, a god damn child. Sure, he’s a full adult. But really, he is a childish disaster. Or a disaster child. In all, the answer is no.

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cassandraverge‌:

Cassandra didn’t know how to feel about all of this. The break from the classics she could get, but she got a chill down her spine the moment she mentioned introducing herself. That was what Cass wanted though…right? To know the name of this mysterious woman who kept popping up in her life. That would be good to know. “Of course I wanna know. If I’m going to keep running into you like this, I figure your name is a good start on a beautiful acquaintanceship.” She didn’t let her face show anything. “Is that so wrong of me?”

Oh. She made it sound so wonderful. The idea of knowing-- her. Well this was her chance to say ‘Emily,’ and smile like the demure school teacher she was supposed to be. And she could just escape this encounter like she’d been able to with most everyone else, their head beginning to fill with dull filler knowledge. With the idea that she was mild to a degree, and not anyone of much significance. Well, no. Not today. “It’s not wrong, my dear,” she begins, smiling in that sort of empty, pained way. “It’s very natural.” Her heart was was beating so quickly, and her feelings, shapeless and wild, thrashed inside her, clashing. Her eyes seemed to conflict between blank, apathetic, distant, and the one shimmer of some sort of-- remorse? Was that it? “I’m Gertrude Gothel.” she says, in a far away, matter-of-fact voice, the control slipping slightly to let in a few tremors of tones and feelings, dissonant as a television static. She takes a breath, and adds, with the chaotic clashing hitting against her heart hard-- “And, though you perhaps don’t want to know--and I’ll spare you the soap opera dramatics--I’m also your mother, Cassandra.”

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sundroppcd‌:

“I don’t know you? I spent years with you, you raised me. You get to know a few things about a person, believe it or not. I may have changed for the better, but you’re still the same lying, conniving person you were the day that you took me from my home.” Rapunzel shook her head. “No, no one should ever have to meet you, related or not. Not those poor students at the school, and definitely not Cassandra. You have never gone a day of your life without lying and hurting people.” Rapunzel let out a disbelieving laugh. “I’m sorry. Is me making you the bad guy reaching somehow?” 

She knew that Gothel was right in some aspects.  Rapunzel was allowing Gothel to make her small. She’d retreated to the same reaction of the little girl who’d done something to displease her mother. Rapunzel hated that Gothel could still get this reaction from her. “I let you use my hair so that you stay away from my friends. So I want you to stay away from my friends.” With those last words, Rapunzel rose to her feet, looking the woman dead in the eyes. “My hair isn’t a secret from my friends. You are a secret to protect them. They would understand that. But they won’t have to because you’re not going to talk to them, not ever. I am not afraid of not being enough. I have spent the last five years learning that I am enough, after you told me time and time again that I wasn’t.”

The pause that lingered in the air was tense and haunting. But Gertrude laughed, lightly, then all at once. “You did spend years with me, that’s true,” she conceded, “but you knew a very specific part of me. Destructive and rash. I don’t deny it,” she says, pointedly. “Sure, I raised you. But isn’t that a specific relationship too? Mothers and daughters. Of course, you don’t see me as a mother. I know that. But... still. Pretend the dynamic is somewhat similar.” This is what you get for being a witch, though. Hatred and all. Well deserved, of course. But just as well.

“Right. Of course. So I don’t harm them, I believe, was the key aspect. So tell me this, Rapunzel, how is me offering closure a bad thing? Cassandra can know who her mother is, and then maybe you’ll be rid of me? Isn’t that what you want? For me to not have ground to hold over you?” That may be a good point. Gertrude giving up some leverage. She’d lose Cass, but she’d have Eugene... or whatever his name was... to torment Rapunzel with. She didn’t approve of him anyways. And Rapunzel... a dear who could have been more if there wasn’t much interference. Gertrude wishes, sometimes, that she didn’t have such a disdain for Rapunzel. But that was the issue. It was Rapunzel exactly. She may have adored Cassandra if she hadn’t been so afraid. If she hadn’t been worried about the act of giving her up. But she did give her up. And gave up on her.

“Sure. You are enough. And you always have been. And this is me, right now, acknowledging it. It’s not what you want to hear, perhaps. Me... of all people... validating something I’ve spent your life tearing down. But... there you are. You’re grown up now, and nothing I say with break you down. So... you’ve always been enough. Intelligent. Witty. And beautiful, though I hate to admit it. So... that’s the truth I’ve always known. And whatever will I do knowing that 20-something years later I’ve broken my own lie?”

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jxck--skellington‌:

“Hey,” he said, walking up to the woman. “Sorry if this caused any inconvenience.” Jack looked over as one of the other CSI people took down the police tape. “Someone called in saying they thought something had happened, but it looks like it’s just someone making a harmless mess.” A harmless mess meaning someone had spilled an abhorrent amount of fake blood on the sidewalk. He didn’t know why or how and part of him didn’t want to know. But after about twenty seconds on the scene, it became clear that nothing had actually happened. And since there was only one person who they seemed to be in the way of, he had no problem going over to explain it to her. “Hope this didn’t put a stall on your day.”

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“It is a bit of an inconvenience, yes,” Emily says, musing. Her voice is soft. Because it’s Emily and that’s how she is. “Why would someone make such a mess? Is it a prank? Or someone filming?” She looks around. It was true that both sides of her... both identities... were a bit alarmed. Murder in broad daylight was certainly unfashionable. “But as it happens, I’m not needing to be anywhere in a hurry. Just need to grade some papers and I was on my way to get a tea.”

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fallsxplorer‌:

He held back the instinct to raise an eyebrow at the blush, keeping it in check, for once. Well, she was a well-composed fan, or just a well-composed woman, either one. At least this was easier on him than some of the other people he met. “That’s good! I do my best with making sure everything is accurate, but you never know when it comes to other teams,” Charles said easily, and that was true. It didn’t hurt to ask, since it wasn’t like he watched projects that featured him. You didn’t have to if you’d been there. “I’m sorry you can’t travel as much, that’s half the fun. But I do try and keep everything fun. If I didn’t, I’m sure I’d be putting you to sleep.” It was a little bit of a joke, but he couldn’t help thinking of the other over-fifty male scientists he knew. They definitely weren’t as fun as he was.

“Of course, your work... quite entertaining.” And then she pauses, and realizes that could be rude. “I don’t mean... as a spectacle, of course. Your work is quite informative and practical. I just mean... it isn’t mundane.” She doesn’t know how to better articulate. And calling anything of his entertaining... and about spectacle... well she isn’t so daft as to ignore, entirely, the news frenzy regarding some arbitrary defaming of him. It didn’t make sense to her, but at the same time, it entirely did. “If you had meant... if I found the other side to your... fame... agreeable... earlier, when we’d begun... I found it much less than fair, on the side warring against you.” She’s a bit more serious. Less flushed about meeting him. 

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littledarlingmichael‌:

“Right…” Michael mumbled, clapping his hand onto the cover of his book to hear the thump, feeling fairly awkward. Mostly, Michael liked history because it was just…interesting, and he’d never really thought in depth about it. Normally, the look she shot him about the plants would set him off, but he just shrugged this time. He knew she liked plants, so ‘plant thing’ would do it. “Yeah, knew you liked ‘em enough to freak out on some people for messing with them,” he said casually. And maybe it wasn’t a ‘freak out’, but he knew it didn’t go well with Huey, and maybe he felt a little protective of his first…real friend. Michael did end up squinting a bit when she lingered on poisons, and he really had to hope she never visited the poison gardens back home. And then she basically threatened Huey, or it was an implication, and Michael felt a shot of bravery go through him, making him stand up straight and frown a bit. “Well, you know teenagers. You brought ‘em in and pissed someone right off, they might’ve put some in one of your drinks.” Had that been a counter threat? Had he gone there? Maybe he had. Shit. “It’s America, after all, I hear that kind of thing happens.” And when she asked about Huey, how he was, Michael shrugged. “He’s fine, I reckon.”

“Freak out...?” She’s a bit irate at that comment but buries the thought under another smile. Like it’s another joke. As if this was two sided. It clearly wasn’t, but she could pretend. He’s making faces, she realizes, and it feels a bit funny. Until he looks steely and he goes into a direction she hadn’t realized. Oh, exciting. He’s steeling himself against her brand of needling. “Oh, and what... could you mean by that?” Her smile thins, a bit more empty, a bit less... entertained. “I’m not sure... what you’re talking about. Or what you mean. But Mr Darling, it’s a bit unsettling,” she says, her voice kind enough, but not kind at all. “What are you trying to say?”

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thebedeviledking‌:

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“And to what do I owe the pleasure of having you grace me with your presence today, Gertrude?” Aaric asks as he leans back in his chair. He was always comfortable with her. Never felt the need to sit up straight and act completely formal. He could relax around her. “Or did you just want to see my gorgeous face?” He flashed her a playful smirk. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Ooh, I like this.” Gertrude said, voice playful. She decided to do him the favor of not wandering his office like she normally did, so she collapsed into one of his fancy office chairs. The ones for clients... or some such. “The pleasure? Well, that’s very kind of you. Can’t I just visit? Can’t I just... wander down, say hello, tell you about life and the severe lack of it some of the citizens have?” She’s toying too tightly with her words. “Perhaps it is your gorgeous face. Really, your bone structure? Immaculate. But anyhow, I’ll take some red wine if you have some?”

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strxngebutspecial‌:

“I do! It really is the perfect job. I love it. I don’t dread going to work everyday like so many other people.” That wasn’t to say there weren’t days she dreaded. Everyone had off days, even Belle. “Oh, that would be lovely! They have really good danishes here. You have to try one.”

“Do I?” Gertrude gave a conspiratorial wink and began heading that way. “I do love Danishes. Did you remember or did you guess?” She laughs lightly and looks around at the bookshop, reminding her of Belle as a student, books in hand, in bag, all around. “Always surrounded by books, Ms Belle. Are you working on anything in particular? Any special projects? At work, I mean. You always seemed to be passionate about whatever it is you put your mind to.”

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hubertxduckington‌:

Huey didn’t expect to run into Ms. Mutter on his walk, but he didn’t mind. Even with all his joking with Michael and how much trouble he had gotten into, he still thought of her as one of his favorite teachers that he’d had. She had made high school interesting. He pulled Skipper’s leash in closer as he walked her over to his former teacher. “Hey, Ms. M, it’s good to see you,” he said with a bit of a smile. “How’re you?”

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Gertrude looked up, saw Huey, debated how well she’d be able to get away with speaking in only German to avoid an conversation, then relented and gave her best smile. “Mr Duckington. It’s good to see you, too. I am... doing alright. And you? Having a nice day in the not-quite-spring weather?”

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strxngebutspecial‌:

Belle remembered her teachers fondly. She had always been a bit of a teacher’s pet and there were very few teachers during her school years that she didn’t like. Ms. Mutter was one she never managed to get close to though. “I guess my love for books has only grown over the years. I actually work for a publishing company now.”

“Oh! Do you know?” The older woman smiled in recognition. “That’s no small feat. And such a perfect job for you, as well.” Emily pushes her glasses up to the bridge of her nose and readjusts the books that she’d picked up. “Ah, can I get you a coffee, then? Now that you’re not a student I think that’s at least permissible. They’ve--ah--got a good deal of sweets here, too. Great if you just want to sit and read. But-- but you know that, of course. You’ve been to this shop hundreds of times, I’d wager.”

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strxngebutspecial‌:

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“Ms. Mutter!” Belle yelled out as she spotted her old teacher. She was quickly scolded by the book shop keeper for being so loud. “Sorry,” she said in a much quieter voice. She walked over to the woman and smiled at her. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen you! How have you been?”

Oh, right, Belle. Belle. Incredibly witty and excitable and intelligent. And those qualities were good and all, but did sometimes grate on Gertrude’s nerves. But it is surprising to her when she can see a former student and smile at them without the feeling of needing to force herself. “Ah, Belle,” she says, a mock whisper. Of course, it’s a little more excitable than was needed, but she was smiling and kind and she did feel some genuine enthusiasm to see the young lady. “Finding you in a bookshop. Now tell me why I’m not surprised.”

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southern-sweetpea‌:

“What in the world.” Rosetta knelt down in the garden, eyeing a particular plant that truly had no business being there. “These are..poisonous. Why are they here?” She questioned to herself, brows furrowed as she reached out to touch one of the leaves with a single gloved hand. She could hear someone walking in the grass behind her, glancing over her shoulder.

Oh. This was a surprise. Someone taking mind to the class’s community garden. “Oh, it’s only poisonous, dear. If it were venomous, we’d have an issue. And besides, it’s only dangerous if you’re careless. And I’d advise against the ingesting of such plants. Even in the name of science.”  Gertrude’s dark hair and blue eyes contrasted greatly in this midday light. She’d come across the grass during her prep period, checking on the gardens now that things were blooming. It was open for anyone to visit, but Gertrude was still surprised to see the woman there. And with such a knowledge. “Come to see the class gardens, then?”

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rxsecursed‌:

Adam rolled his eyes at her.  “Yeah, whatever.  I’m fine, my health is just fine.  I used to do this stuff all the time and I’m still here.  I’m okay, calm down.”  God was this version of Emily annoying.  He did not need another person to nag him, Dawson had already done a perfectly good job of that.  He didn’t need this woman coming over here and acting like his mother.  It wasn’t her place and he didn’t need anyone to tell him what to do.  He could take care of himself, he’d been doing that just fine for several years now.  “Nope, I think I’m acting exactly how you’re supposed to at a party,” he answered shaking his head.  “Just this stripper I’m friends with, was friends with?  I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him in a while.  His name started with a D, it was something like Dylan.., no, no not Dylan something more like Desmond.  Devan!  It was Devan!  Yeah, yeah so anyways we were friends with benefits or something like that a while ago.  Calm down, I’m fine, perfectly healthy.  I made sure I was safe with him.”  He went to take his most recent shot and frowned realizing it’s missing.  He noticed it in Emily’s grasp and started reaching for it.  “Nothing, just got in a little fight.  He wasn’t happy I was here or drinking.  We’ll be fine I think.  I can apologize, I think.”

“Do not tell me to calm down,” she voiced, though she did try at least a little. “This isn’t quite what I’m used to so you can understand how I’d be a bit perturbed at y-your behaviour.” She frowns at him, pointedly disappointed “And besides. Partying? It’s... it’s varying degrees. And you’ve run yourself to the far end of the gamut, sir.” Why in hell was she this flustered about Adam. He could get drunk in her sitting room twice a week consecutively and she wouldn’t mind. She’d shove blankets over him, half out of it if she had to. Or she’d read a book in a rolling tone, running her English and German and acquired New York in, trying to get him to sleep. And Maybe that was it. The control over the situation where he would be able to get wasted but she may be able to lull him to either sobriety or slumber. This was too much stimulus. And as she’s thinking... really thinking of a strategy to make him see that this was the game of excess, Devan’s name pops up. Devan’s! Her face turns both pink and pale, the color and palour working together to make her face appear haunted. “Devan? Did you say Devan?” She asks again, voice shaking. Well, that’s surely not awkward. Gertrude wouldn’t have minded, normally. But that wasn’t something she really cared to know right this moment. Especially since... fuck...- wait no... ignore that-- “Adam, would you please stop and consider some water and perhaps sitting down?”

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bloodywisdcm‌:

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“Emily Mutter, right? My ex-fiance was one of your students way, way back in the day. He mentioned you a couple times.” Athena took a sip of her drink, smiling. “You know, when I was in school I never would have imagined that teachers hung out in places like this,” she said, gesturing around her.

Damn. Next time she tries for a double identity, perhaps she’ll go for a cover where she isn’t haunted by people who might remember her. Maybe it’s her hair, she wonders internally, fighting against urge to say something cruel... but she’s trained in this game. She looks up and around towards the woman addressing her, trying to register a name and face. “Yes, that would be me. And... ex-fiance? I wonder who it would be to care mentioning me. I wouldn’t say my class would be memorable aside from-... unless he was the year we set a fire in the greenhouse. Maybe that would be it.” At least in this way, the lady wasn’t wrong to say that Wishing Well teachers weren’t the sort who seemed.. like partying. Partying? Existing. In crowded environments with sorely overdone music? That’s what that was, wasn’t it? “Well, I have to admit that this isn’t the sort of place I’d normally go. Dinner plans fell through. Figured since I was close it might be good to grab a drink. I assure you, I’m just as much a dull, boring, monotonous pain as every single one of my coworkers.”