#ask me for a spell and i'll bring upon death {asks: winter}

[thevictoryofthepeople]

☎ (let's say hye witch verse to a muse of your choice!)

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[ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears.

Sleep, wonderful sleep… only to be broken. Phone screen lights up accompanied by the shrilling ring of whatever tone she had defaulted to. Blurry vision and fumbling fingers reach over. With one more yawn, she answers though she quickly pulls it away from her once she hears the cries and labored breathing. It takes a moment for her brain to fully catch up with what’s happening, but as soon as it does, the panic settles. “Hey, hey, hey!,” she exclaims. “What’s going on? Why are you crying? Where are you? I’m on my way.”

[thebigsl33p]

But I Want It, It's A Crime, That She's Not Around Most of The Time.

I'm rewatching as I write this. This is for my friend, everything post tonight is for her. She's the only person who knows abt this account so...

Death X Witch!Coffee-shop!Reader Like a coffee shop AU but...not.

Y/N does this every morning. She wakes up, gets herself ready and goes downstairs to prepare.

She opens the cafe, despite the fact that no one comes in this early. The earliness gives her time to grind down her herbs and coffee. The only sounds in the cafe are her music and her humming along, the sound of her pestle and mortar grinding and the occasional buzz of the coffee machine.

The sign above her displays all that she offers, ranging from Luck to Wealth, Love to Happiness. All of them do exactly what they say, bringing the drinker that extra bit of health or Self healing.

She makes her own tea bags, the same versions of the coffee as tea and she chants a blessing over each one, watches the runes she draws on them glow and then folds them away.

Similarly, she makes biscuits, cakes, sandwiches and pies designed for the smaller things in life. Lost your keys? Have a lemon meringue. Need to finish that essay in time? Ham and cheese sandwich. Struggling to sleep? Have a shortbread.

Halfway through the second lot of Warm tea bags, the ones designed to make the drinker heat up during cold winter days, Y/N hears the bell of the door go and she pauses what she's doing to serve the customer.

It's a woman, tall and beautiful. Her clothes are casual goth but she has a friendly smile on her face.

"Morning," Y/N smiles, "What can I get you?" The woman's energy is almost overwhelming but comforting, like a warm and safe embrace and Y/N recognises that perhaps she isn't quite mortal. But she leaves it be for now, no matter how much she eyes up the ankh around her neck.

"Well," The lady peers into the all the cabinets and looks at the boards above Y/N's head, "What do you recommend?"

"Me? I'm partial to a cup of Lady Luck with a cinnamon roll to give you a bit of energy throughout the day." Y/N nods.

"Well, I'll have that then." She smiled eagerly and took a seat at a table near the counter.

Y/N turned her back and began to work, putting the kettle onto boil and setting the cinnamon roll on a neat plate.

Just as she was getting the cups ready, the lady asked a question, "So, how long have you been practicing witchcraft?" It took her off guard, but she answered smoothly.

"Since I was small," She turned and leant on the counter to face the stranger, "My mother, she'd sew spells into my clothes, get me to bless all my toys, y'know, put pennies at graveyard gates for Misses Death." She laughed slightly, "And then I turned fourteen and she started teaching me properly. Sat me down and showed me the family books. How did you-"

The woman smiled knowingly, wrapping a curl of her hair around her finger and twisting it tight before letting it bounce off. She watched as Y/N's eyes followed the chain, down to the ankh and then darting back up as she realised what it meant. What she meant.

"Misses Death," She smiled, almost fondly, "Did you ever get those pennies?"

"Every last one." Death smiles, raises a hand off the table and closes her fist as if to stir a pot. Pennies upon pennies go streaming out, falling onto the table into a neat pile.

***

It starts off with Death coming back, everyday the next week. The two women sit and chat, about their childhood, their mothers, their friends old and new, all that Death has seen and all that Y/N has seen. Their conversation spans for two weeks before Death finds herself a seat behind the counter.

It's a busy Saturday, a never ending stream of customers going in and out and in and out. Death is doing her part, without really asking. Y/N goes to take something over to a table but Death's already got it out of her hands and is taking it over to an elderly couple sitting together.

She returns to her stool behind the counter with ease, and just sits and watches as Y/N works. Death thinks to herself that she really should be somewhere else, focusing on her duty rather than a silly mortal. But...Y/N's not silly. She's Y/N, the woman Death has spent the last three weeks with and she can't help wondering if she's ever been this close to someone in such a short amount of time.

"Want a lemonade?" She asks, already getting out two bottles of the stuff and two blue stripey straws.

"Sure." Death smiles, hops off her stool and goes to take the bottle of her.

As Y/N hands her the bottle and pops the straw in, she makes a little "cheers!" motion against Death's bottle and The Endless is sure she feels her heart seize up.

This is all she's ever wanted, a simple life with someone like Y/N.

***

A couple of weeks later, on a cold Sunday morning, Death doesn't show up at her usual time. Business is slow and Y/N finds herself missing the usual chatter and just...Death's presence.

Instead in her place is a tall, brooding, stranger. His long black coat sweeps into the cafe, hands shoved in his pockets and his mouth set in a firm line.

A similar overwhelming feeling overtakes Y/N, as the same as when she met Death. Except this time it's colder, slightly less welcoming, and more like drowning than a hug. Nonetheless, Y/N invites the stranger welcomingly, "What can I get you?" She asks, smile on her face.

"Black coffee, please. And my sister said you'll know what it means when I ask for her "usual"?" He seemed almost moody, but he tried out a softer expression towards the end.

"Oh- OH!" She laughed lightly, turning to turn on the coffee machine, "You're Death's brother?"

"She told you?" He asks, an eyebrow raising slightly and his lip quirking.

"A little, yeah. Now are you Desire, Destiny, Destruction or Dream?" She places a cup and let's the coffee make itself while she boils the kettle.

There's a tone of false offence when he answers, "Dream."

She smiles, places his coffee on the counter, "Nice to meet you Morpheus." He's almost taken aback but he answers just as boldly.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

The two fill the silence with simple talk, about Death mostly and her habits, how it's unusual for her to be late, and where Dream has been for the past century. They discuss Y/N's witchcraft and they were about to move onto food when Death comes bursting in through the cafe door.

"I am so so sorry, brother." She's not gasping but she's a bit ruffled, "Some guy just lay down and died at my feet in the middle of the street so I had to deal with that, and normally I'd split off but there was just so much happening." She walks behind the counter, hangs up her coat and gives Y/N a quick hug, "I hope he wasn't too much bother."

"No, no, not at all." She hands Death her tea, "Go, go. Catch up. I'll be here if you need anything."

"Thank you."

Throughout the day the cafe gets busier, but still Death and Dream stay seated, talking. Their energies are so very different, Death is so mortal, so alive and feeling whereas Dream is more...Endless. His tone is cold and slightly harsh but he finds amusement in a few things and underneath it all there's love.

It happens about five O'clock-ish when Death invites Y/N over to their table, "I'm afraid we've been awful customers." She looks between the two, before back up at Y/N, "Join Us."

"Death-"

"Just for a little bit.." she begs.

Dream interrupts, "It'll make her happy." There's a sly smile to his lips as Y/N sits on a chair that wasn't there before, and Death cheers victoriously.

***

"Your brother's very nice." Y/N hums, cleaning a glass and placing it back into the rack.

Death is standing behind her, wiping down the countertops, "He's...well he's Dream, y'know? I wouldn't call him nice." She jokes.

"Don't be so harsh on him, Telelute." Telelute. It's a nickname Y/N has developed for her, her own personal term of endearment and it nearly makes her drop the cloth she's using to wipe the side, "He's been away from society a while. Give him some time."

The two of them finish up, and then Death is standing in front of her, hands behind her back and swinging on the balls of her feet, "I wanted to ask you- my brother is hosting a ball in his realm, in honour of the redevelopment of The Dreaming, and I wanted to ask you to...be my date?" The Endless feels her heart race out of her chest, a feeling she isn't all too familiar with.

Y/N laughs slightly, kisses her on the cheek and takes her hands, "Like I could ever turn you down."

This is....okay. I'll do a part two later on tonight.

[thevictoryofthepeople]

Rain for Winter!

SEND A WORD AND I WILL WRITE A DRABBLE OR HEADCANON BASED ON IT - Rain | MEME OPEN ✶✳  winter ask ft. inyoul | @catcherisms, @lighthousc  ✳✶

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· · · · · Torrents, drops that fall and pound against body weak and tired of living, of failing, of simply existing. It drowns her, collapsing on knees in front of beds of dirt, their headstones weathered and beaten by time’s hands and creeping blades of grass and ivy that curl around the surface threatening to pull the last memories she has under soil, long forgotten. The clouds blanket the sky - she remembers once that it had been a brilliant azure but all there is stuck in her head is of grey, nebulous and churning, a maelstrom ready to release wrath.

· · · · · Or maybe it simply inner turmoil, manifested in appearance with this wretched rain. Mixing and mingling along with the salty trails that streak down bloodshot eyes kissed with purple bruises from insomnia’s lips, countless of nights awake as she lies in her bed in agony and the shadows of past continuously surround her.

· · · · · Chilled to the bone but onyx figures attached to frame - shadows or ghosts, who even knows - are even cooler, pressing digits deep into dermis until blood freezes. A feeling only felt once when she had made her first kill. Though no viscous liquid stains her skin crimson now, the rain cannot wash away the sticky sense and iron scent. Another memory tangled in many other black and white pictures.

· · · · · And all because of what? The tears from bundled cottons high above? Because she had stupidly decided to come back to this spot? The place she had only successfully managed to summon her family once before?

· · · · · How had she even ended up here? Had she been in a drunken stupor or a mere haze, letting feet plod to different places until she had made her way here? 

· · · · · Why... why... why...

· · · · · She should have stayed right where she belongs. In Inyoul’s museum, away from these painful collections her expansive lifeline has accumulated. 

· · · · · Get up, WINTER... get up...

· · · · · She should have been focused, stayed away from this place that brings nothing but heartache, that spurs beating organ into a frenzy, vessels battering against walls and wishing to be released from white-ribbed prison. That causes her to claw away at her throat desiring to release a breath that only balls in the pit of her chest, leaving her lightheaded and unable to stand.

· · · · · Inyoul... please help me...

· · · · · She had been doing so well. She should have stayed put...

· · · · · This stupid rain...

· · · · · Inyoul...

· · · · · He had been her beacon since she had met him, a promise for a future that she had never thought she could possibly have. Sure, his face always held expression of grumpiness but somehow a friendship had bloomed... will he be disappointed in her? 

· · · · · Inyoul... please help me...

· · · · · Get up, WINTER...

· · · · · Her eyes land on the heavy ring on her hand. Water has marred the obsidian but it is still the same. Gaze flickers to the now darkened slab.

· · · · · “Have you summoned me here to tell me something?” she murmurs. Silence. “I have missed you all but every time I am here it brings me nothing but pain.”

· · · · · Time seems to stretch and if she loses focus, she might think temporal length has finally released its hold and allowed her to age. Downpour has not ceased, a beat never missing. 

· · · · · Soaked ( she’s bound to be sick the next day at this point ) but she eventually rises. Wind whips around her, its gentle and cool tendril whispering in her ear.

· · · · · Yes... hand raises until ring is eye level. 

· · · · · And for the first time since visiting this cursed place, the rain does not feel so heavy. Her soul does not feel weighed down as if it had been holding up Ouranos on its shoulders for a long time and it has finally been allowed some relief. It has washed away her troubles... at least for now.

· · · · · Even with curtain of red in front of pale face, clarity has been brought to her ( had that wind been her family ? ). She knows what she must do. A kiss upon the surface of the ring... everything will start and end with this ring...

· · · · · She turns to the stones and bows. “I will be back,” she softly promise, the words leaving her lips a truth she knows she’ll keep.

· · · · · She looks up, allowing drops to cover her face. Hand reaches up... eyes close... will this ring and rain release her chains?

· · · · · Inyoul... I’m sorry.

[thevictoryofthepeople]

🌟 ( anyone! )

SEND 🌟 FOR A HEADCANON ABOUT OUR MUSES’ RELATIONSHIP | MEME OPEN ✶✳  winter ask - for inyoul | @lighthousc  ✳✶

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· · · · · Before WINTER could finally break the spell binding her soul to the mortal realm and preventing her from moving on to the afterlife, she wrote INYOUL  a lengthy letter detailing what their relationship meant to her, especially as these would be the last words she ever spoke to him. It is as follows: 

Dear Grumps,

Ignore the tear splatters on this letter. I’m not a crybaby. Anyways, I think you already have an idea what this letter is supposed to be about and what not. I didn’t really know how to say it or bring it up without being some sort of awkward thing. But I’m starting to feel that soon it’s going to be time for me to go. Besides, I’m sure the ring will tell you what happens in the end.

Anyways, it’s kind of weird how long it’s been since I accidentally trashed your museum ( it’s still not my fault no matter how much you thought about it ). We’ve gone through a lot and doing all your investigations was fun. And honestly just having you teach me was really the best even though you’re always so grumbly and you never really wanted an apprentice but you got stuck with me anyways. 

But thank you. I don’t say it often and sometimes I just mess with you all the time but I mean it. I have and always will appreciate all that you have done for me. For caring and being my mentor and friend. I used to think I didn’t have anything left. That all I had  would be the past and nothing but the past. Then I met you and as stupid as this is going to sound, you gave me some hope for the future. A reminder of my past but the hope for my future. I didn’t feel weighed down for once in my life. Sure, you might have just been teaching me so I didn’t have a chance to hurt your museum again but all your teachings meant more to me than you realized. And that ring... that ring was supposed to show my appreciation. 

I don’t have much left but I had you. And I’m happy that I can say you were my family in this lifetime. Ah, this letter is getting a bit too long. And I think I’m getting way too emotional. I should end this soon anyways. It’s getting harder to keep my eyes open.

Take care of the cat. I know your cat likes me better but at least now you’ll have the chance to be the favorite. And take care of yourself. Don’t get injured and relax with the cleaning. Nothing bad will happen if you don’t clean for one week.

Thank you, Inyoul. I love you and thank you. I’ll see you again some day.

Love, Your favorite student and friend, Winter

[thevictoryofthepeople]

[ surprise ] from inyoul 💕

word prompts compilation - [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation | meme open · · · · · Winter Ask - For Inyoul | @lighthousc

· · · · · The knock on her door startles the young woman, the unexpected sound of an arriving guest - maybe? - causing her to drop her chopsticks with ramen noodles hanging from her lips. Wading through the mess that is her apartment, she answers. Again, she jumps at the sight of the figure before her. “INYOUL? What are you doing here? Did I miss something?” She briefly turns around to assess the situation in her apartment - damn, I didn’t get to clean up yet.  · · · · · “Um...is this urgent? I wasn’t expecting people and I didn’t really get a chance to clean up.” 

[thevictoryofthepeople]

❝  it’s late,  you might as well just stay here.  ❞ (from Jinkyong to any of your muses)

STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* winter ask - for jinkyong | @notfrsale

☆:**:. The young woman looked around. Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, unsure if she should accept the offer though WINTER knew she really didn't have room to refuse considering she had no cash and no place to settle in. Yet, she didn't want to impose. Not when the other had already been so generous.

"Are you sure?" she whispered. "I can leave. I don't want to crowd you or anything like that." Fingers curled into her jacket, pulling the material tighter around her.

[thevictoryofthepeople]

I’ve got you” (From Soohyuk to anyone)

SEND “I’VE GOT YOU” TO HELP MY MUSE WASH OFF BLOOD FROM THEIR BODY | MEME OPEN ✿.｡.:* winter ask - for soohyuk | @nabidazed

☆:**:. Ice swam through her veins, her body stiff unable to feel anything, not even the slight pressure on her skin as the other helped to get rid of the dark red liquid from her body. Memories swam through her head but disappeared just as fast as they had appeared. No recollection as to what had led to this moment. But she was afraid. Completely terrified.

"I- I'm sorry," WINTER stuttered. She licked her lips, shaking her head. "I don't know what happened. I- I know- I just- Thank you."

[thevictoryofthepeople]

❥: barefoot, sleepy wanderings

sick whump scenarios / send a symbol, get a drabble. - ❥: barefoot, sleepy wanderings | MEME OPEN ✶✳  🎀 winter ask - for ravenna | @itsthewitching-hour 🎀  ✳✶

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· · · · · Two witches caught in the midst of a swirling mist. Golden leaves crushed beneath soles of feet caked with mud and scratched up from fallen branches. Gnarled hands of ancient trees reach towards the pair, prepared to snare them with cracked bark fingers and swallow them while until they too become part of the forest, another organism, another cell of the endless chain that exists within the place. Eyes glazed and unseeing look this way and that. Ears hear here and there. There is an eerie feeling about the place, a haunting beauty full of dazed light and soft air. It vibrates with energy and she is content. · · · · · WINTER is fueled by the power swimming in the atmosphere. She hasn’t felt this powerful in...she can’t even remember. The days of her coven have ended, leaving behind only a shell of herself. She can barely control her necromancy as is. The corpses running around rampant and destructive as the raging black magic in her veins unable to be reined in. Out of control in an imperfect world, giving her more impurities than she should have. · · · · · But this time...no in this setting there is a different vibe running around. There is a serenity floating within her. But she’s also caught in the web of sleep. Sandman’s magic sand coated all along them. If she is roused from slumber, will she even know? It is a dream. A magical dream after all. Where is the escape in this sleepy wandering? · · · · · Taking RAVENNA’s hand, they continue to walk. A sleep walk with the clouds clinging onto them. “Do you think they’ll hear us?” WINTER asks. Her voice is an echo, eerie and terrifying. Eyelids droop now, half-lidded as they continue to walk along. · · · · · There is laughter somewhere nearby, something that perks up the red-headed young woman though her state remains the same. Letting go of the other witch’s hand, she turns to face the direction of the sound and begins to slowly stroll over there. RAVENNA’s voice is far away now as her pace quickens. But the quicker she goes, the tighter the mist seem to hold onto her.  · · · · · Is her wandering about to cease...no, the voice it’s calling to her though she can hear the voice of the other witch somewhere nearby. WINTER continues to move forward. But each step is sluggish despite the quickness in them.

· · · · · “WINTER!” The scream is loud, booming. It rouses the girl but when she tries to open her eyes they stay shut - what is happening? Anxiety fills here, buzzing electricity of worry and the sense that something dangerous and wicked comes this way. · · · · · “RAVENNA!” She yells. Nothing. She collapses, hands groping the area around her. “RAVENNA, help me!” Nothing. She tries with all her might to open her eyes again but they are glued shut. Crawling, she tries to find her way back. Nothing. · · · · · And then falling. Toppling down a gaping hole she doesn’t know where it’ll stop. And a scream tears out her lungs, shred away the muscles and cords until she’s left coughing. “RAVENNA!” · · · · · ...she sits up in her bed. A dream. The other witch is nowhere nearby. She is in her safe space, swaddled by blankets. A sigh of relief into the air. · · · · · But...wait what is that? Leaning forward, she raises her foot.... Dirt and leaves. Chills run along her spine...had it all been real?