witchpetal

[witchpetal]

She'd lifted her gaze towards the sound of the windchime just in time to come face-to-face with the raven, right before it landed on her table. Practically stumbling in right after came who she assumed was the bird's owner, and then Bandit right behind her. So Mimi's fear was now confirmed. Here she was.

" Are you SURE...? Because this was just practice for full-blown necromancy. " She teased the new bird, resting her elbow on the table and cheek in her palm, amber eyes raising towards the girl with an annoyed frown. She hated being disturbed when she was working, especially when she knew that Bandit would disapprove. She knew that Bandit wouldn't insult her with questions of morality, but she still preferred her privacy.

" I didn't think we'd have to start from absolute zero, but I guess your first task will be learning to control your familiar. You own it, so it shouldn't be flying off and yapping to whoever it wants, " she spoke about the raven as if it was just a cluster of magic - which familiars were, in Mimi's experience. They were just another handy tool.

The elf stood, picking the dead flower up and tossing it into a jar nearby - she'd find a use for it, even dead. The windchime in the main shop front sounded again and a child's uncertain voice filled the air, followed by the low rumbling sound of a man's in response. Mimi rose her hand elegantly as if catching a breeze in her palm, and the revived blackbird instinctively flitted up and into her hold. Mimi stepped past Rory and Bandit to offer the bird back to its owner, who let out a series of excited giggles and kissing sounds as she snuggled her beloved pet's head. A simple nod was exchanged between Mimi and the father figure, before the customers left.

Right after they stepped outside, Mimi rose her hand as she turned back to the private room - magic force latched the front door shut and closed the net curtains.

" So .. " she continued where she left off, folding her arms and standing beside Bandit, looking up at him in thought, compiling a list of demands she'd have for him later in exchange for this whole thing.

" What can you actually DO, Rory... ? I need to know how you discovered your powers and what you've done with them since. " Her amber gaze met the other woman's steadily.

By now he had completely shut out the bird, as the constant chatter had become something the wolf got used to.Instead he was trying to figure out how to introduce Rory to Mimi - or how to make Mimi actually take her in. Now he had convinced her to agree but that didn't mean shit if Mimi saw her as a lost cause.

Exhaling a thick cloud of smoke, he held his cigarette between his fingers. Once the familiar sign came into view, did he take one last drag before dropping the cig to kill the embers underneath his boot.

Of course the moment he entered, the bird lost his cool. Bandit was going to reach for it but had to catch Rory as she fell against him, only to watch the raven actually behave. Now that was a new one.

" This bird I swear... " He muttered before fully walking inside. The smell of animal parts and inscence hitting his nose long before Mimi's perfume did. He looked at the table, eyeing the revived bird. Bandit didn't know much about magic but he sure knew that this was forbidden magic. Not that the witch cared. He did sometimes wonder if there was anyone who regulated this stuff tho.

" Mimi, Rory - Rory, Mimi. " He motioned to the two of them, leaning his hip against the counter on the left side.

[witchpetal]

Her lips pinched together and eyebrows furrowed in concentration - she even tried to avoid eye contact, holding the man's wrist steady to allow the blood to drip neatly into the little bowl.

" ... This is emotional blackmail. Idiot Bandit .. I'd turn you into a dung beetle and put you in a jar if you weren't so pretty. "

Mimi had made a point of never taking on an apprentice. She wasn't interested in playing master to a novice, and she certainly didn't need the help. But an untrained witch running rampant could cause issues for their way of life, and bring inconvenient situations to the rest of their kind. Setting the bowl aside, she opened a small glass jar, filled with some kind of herb, and sprinkled a little bit of the contents over the cut she'd made in the wolf's palm, to help close the wound.

" I can't deny you have a point. Unbridled magic can be fatal, at best. And having you in my debt sounds VERY appealing, " she mused, using her pestle to begin mixing the werewolf blood and other ingredients into a fine paste inside the bowl.

" ... Bring her here, I'll look her over. I can teach her a few interesting cantrips, if nothing else. In the meantime, I'll have a little think about what you can do for me in return. .. But Bandit - " her eyes met his, serious for a moment.

" Make sure she knows she's coming here as an APPRENTICE, not an assistant. If she interferes in my personal studies or work, she's out. Do we have a deal? "

He was pouting when she of course, blamed it all on him. Not like he was just trying to help or something. His gaze was slightly upwards, the height difference between them now almost gone as he was sitting down.

"I don't think she can just ignore this stuff. Come on Mimi, you're the only person I can ask for help. I don't know shit about witchcraft." Holding out his hand for her, his eyes were almost pleading. The kind of puppy dog eyes that would surely do the trick.

"And I don't think a book is gonna cut it. She needs guidance, a teacher. Please take her in, I swear I'm gonna make it up to ya. All the blood, fur, claws and whatever else you need!" He would've given her these things anyway, but what else did he have to offer? Items from the black market perhaps, free drinks forever, a back rub ....

Eventually his blood began to flow, as he let it drip into a cup, leaning forward a bit with an expression that was more serious. "It was unfortunate but it was bound to happen sooner or later. She has exceptional, magical powers and zero experience. If we let her go on about her life, she's going to cause trouble for our little community, you know this."

[witchpetal]

The man's dimpled cheeks cause her features to soften just a little - those, she's read, are symbolic of innocence and heroism.

As well as this reassurance, the runes she's carved into her front door, invisible to an untrained eye, are designed to make any no-gooders feel nauseous and faint upon entering. Since the man is still standing (and looking quite fresh), she assumes he's not going to be a problem. She nods toward the table expectantly, eyebrows raised.

" I'd be a poor host if I made you drink your tea standing up. You can start with your name .. " the elf smiled, filling a black steel pot nearby with water and hanging it in the lightly burning stove in the corner. Turning to face him with folded arms, her head tilted curiously.

" And then I'd LOVE to hear about your journey before stumbling in here. I'm Mimi. "

How charming! Beauteous, glittering waves of amethyst shine for the part of her comforting doorway. Roland beams and minds his footing– minding his speckled clothes and the dust of the dried mud and thickened, damp plants upon his pants and tunic's arms– and meanders politely behind her.

"Ginger sounds divine, and fanatically kind of thee to offer it me," says he, and holds he his palm to his breast in a cordial thankfulness.

He dost naught move without her consent, nor makes breath to sit down at her table. He stands in careful Space, a snatch of the wildness of the Wood with branched edges and creaking twigs saddled onto a soft, handsome, bipedal body. Roland smiles cutely, his dimples pressing in. "May I sit down?" asks he.

[witchpetal]

Mimi crossed her arms, lips forming a pout and eyelids drooping with a look that said ... seriously? " Of course you have a baby witch. What is it that you do to attract all this trouble to yourself? We should get you a bell and hook it around your tail for misfits to ring when they need you. "

She stood in front of him, in the small space between his chair and the desk. Pulling a small dagger from this desk, she held her hand out, expecting him to offer his palm.

" If she had no idea what she was until now, it'll be easy for her to go on living a completely boring and uneventful life. But, if she wants to embrace it, then fine. I'll lend you one or two of my books for her to read. I'll need them back when she's done, obviously. Then you can send her off into the world, knowing you've done your good deed. "

He frowned. Knowing why she wanted his blood, didn't really make the request less weird. But it kinda worked in his favor, considering why he came here in the first place.

"Alright, how about a deal? You get some of my blood and in return, you help me out with someone." Bandit moved to sit down at Mel's desk, so they wouldn't stand in the doorway the whole time. Not to mention what he was going to tell her, was only for her ears.

"You see I got this.. Witch that didn't know she was a witch until yesterday and I kinda ended up telling her about magic and monsters and all that shit."

His hand came up to rub at his prickly chin before gliding towards his neck. Bandit already had an idea how she was going to react to this but hopefully years of friendship would work in his favor in this case.

[witchpetal]

Her eyebrows arch upwards, a mixture of emotions crossing her face - there was disbelief in the physical state of the man, amusement in his eccentric way of speech… and a touch of uncertainty- what do you do when a person like that walks into a place like this?

..She was curious about the events leading up to the man's arrival at her door, and that was enough to welcome him in. She pushes some dark hair behind her pointed ears and pulls aside curtain of lavender beads separating the main shop from a smaller room. A room that consists only of a low-to-ground table, a circle of colourful cushions surrounding it, and various beads and charms hanging from the ceiling.

" .. I'd usually suggest chamomile for anxiety … Peppermint for a sick stomach.. I'm not quite sure what I should give you for…. " She gestures vaguely at the flecks of mud, bare feet, flowery hair…. " …. This. .. Maybe a nice ginger blend? It'll help your muscles heal if you've been travelling, at least. "

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@witchpetal

"Tea sounds lovely," confers he gratefully, as his clothing is torn and dirt-splattered; as bits of leaves, and the silkiest bits of flowers, sit within Roland's loosened braid. He cackles in self-proud happiness, and dusts his naked feet 'pon the mat in front of the store.

"Hath I heard gossip and rumor that thou art a potion-seller, a trinket-gatherer, and thus of the hoard of Stories and great Tales of fantastical Merry-making. Art thou open?" inquires Roland, with his leather satchel hanged near his hip, with those flecks of mud beginning to dry 'pon his forearms and callused knuckles. He beams winningly.

"And am I fond of that naked Freedom," argues he playfully, and bounces his brows in a handsome thrice. "Shouldst thou peruse; 'tis beautiful to meander a Walk without those tasteless bindings to spread sole and toe."

[witchpetal]

“You’ve got a remarkable collection, here. Did you find it all on your adventures?”

" Oooh, thank you. ♡ Some come from my own little jaunts, but most are actually gifted to me. "

Her palm cupped proudly around a dark orb-like item, the inside of it swirling with what looked like a silver-coloured mist. Her other hand came up to her cheek, close-fisted and tapping against it in thought.

" ... Though are they really gifts if they're using them as payment.. ? Oh well, they're still pretty, aren't they? If you ever have anything curious to part with, please.. don't be a stranger. "

[witchpetal]

𝐎𝐇, 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖? 𝑬𝑿𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. ind astarion of baldur's gate III. penned by julian. highly selective due to multiple playthrough wip. art credit.

[witchpetal]

see below for a 3d face claim of my character (for baldur's gate, skyrim, the witcher, etc and those who prefer writing with muses with a 3d faceclaim <3) Everything is essentially the same as the usual FC I use!

Mi'yuun changes her hairstyle (and sometimes the colour) depending on what she feels for the day.

[witchpetal]

// stand by for me to post a Baldur's Gate version of this character to make it easier for BG/Skyrim/other such muses to interact instead of just seeing the manga-style art <3 It's something that I just thought about, so I'll get to that tomorrow!

[witchpetal]

"where have i been ? uh .. long story ." from eritvita!👋

" ... I'm sure it is.. " Her teeth flashed through a wry smile, eyes blinking rapidly for a few seconds as she took in the appearance of the other half-elf. She didn't recognise this one, and by the look of him, she was beginning to think he'd wandered in by mistake. " For one, you've forgotten to wear shoes today. Maybe you'll have some tea before I send you on your way? "

@eritvita

starter prompts (accepting!) -> here

[witchpetal]

↪     𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ?    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of  “ orphan black ” .   adjust  phrasing  as  necessary . will be updated !  )

i wanna see [ name ] .

well , that's not fair , is it ?!

oh my god , you look like crap .

i didn't miss your birthday , did i ?

something really weird just happened at the train station .

what the hell is wrong with you ?

listen to me , [ name ] , i'm only gonna ask you this once .

oh , i'm fine by the way , thank you .

get in the car .

when you don't give a damn , i get pissed .

you'd better be ready . are you ready ?

you're sure as hell overdressed . what , were you out all night or something ?

this shit is as hard as it gets . but you've gotta stop making it worse .

i panicked , what do you want me to say ?

i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?

you don't have to babysit me , dipshit .

i know this thing's got you all twisted up , but try to forgive yourself .

[ name ] , open the goddamn door !

yeah , the last thing i am is special .

[ name ] , where have you been ?

where have i been ? uh .. long story .

oh , jesus , are you alright ?

you have a few words , [ name ] ? anything you want to express ?

plead your mercy & your pity .

love is imperfection itself .

say it . go ahead , say it's my fault .

who the hell are you ?

of course not . you think we'd let that happen ?

i'm at home , you've got it all wrong .

you know what ? don't . i'm going to ignore that .

i'm worried you're losing the plot again .

sorry , i've got ... i've got a lot of work to do .

i mean , what am i supposed to do ?

you don't have to take this on .

i can't keep waking up every night , checking your breathing , worried you're mixing your meds , booze ... god knows what else .

i knew it was too good to be true .

why would you help such a stupid plan ?

i'm not going to play [ name ] in the middle .

i'm not dirty , i just freaked out .

if there is another version of this story ...

walk me through it again . so i know you won't crack under questioning .

you're making me nervous .

finally ! where have you been ?

who am i speaking to ?

how did you find me ?

idiot . do you even know who you're talking to ?

i don't care who you are .

nope , that is not my responsibility .

go , & wait for a call .

what i'm trying to do is move on .

we have known each other for awhile now , [ name ] .

i nailed it , man . every detail .

come on , [ name ] , give me a little love here !

you know , my skin just breaks out every time i leave downtown .

whoa , hey , [ name ] - you always do this to me !

i don't do backup , i don't even know what backup is !

i got stuck , i was running from my own shit .

i'm not giving you shit 'til you give me some answers .

don't ! do not shoot me , please !

seriously , it's life or death .

am i going insane ?

[witchpetal]

She paused a moment, eyebrows lifting slightly. She gave him a smile, as if he'd just reminded her of having manners.. or maybe because she knew it would help her cause.

" Of course...! Glad to hear you're well. "

His questioning wasn't ideal - she really preferred it when people just did as she asked without needing to know why. But this was Bandit, her friend.. She could offer him some form of explanation. A sigh, and she shrugged her hands up.

" I have a customer who wants to have his woman screaming like a banshee during their honeymoon. Apparently the poor fool can't do it without a little ... " she waved her hand vaguely. " .. medicinal assistance. "

Mimi gave a soft chuckle, holding out her hand to him.

" I need the blood of something bestial, something to coax out animalistic urges. That's you. So will you help me or not? "

Bandit was no stranger to Mimi's requests, and was usually more than happy to help her out getting her hands on ingredients. But sometimes, she just asked for stuff, that had him grimace much like he did now she asked him for his blood.

" ...I'm doin' fine, thanks for askin'. "

He sighed, yet unable to be fully annoyed by her. Looking down into those, bright sharp eyes, he knew she was cooking something up and would therefor not give up on her request.

" What do you need my blood for? "

[witchpetal]

The deep lavender-coloured beads that hung on the arch between the main shop front and the owner's personal corner trembled with energy as if a breeze was blowing through the small building. On the round table in this room sat a black dahlia flower, deep crimson petals circling the pistil perfectly and beautifully. Beside the flower lay a small blackbird, dead, though not a trace of blood on its still-warm body. Mi'yuun was kneeling by the low-sitting table, amber eyes gaining a glossy hue as her palms hovered above her objects of choice. A few focused, commanding whispers of a long-forgotten language passed her lips, the life physically and visibly draining from the flower.. as the bird's body twitched, wings shuddering. After a few moments, the dahlia lay withered, and the bird stood, shook its head out, and began to peck underneath one of its wings. Mimi took a deep breath, satisfied with her success. A child's pet bird... Hardly worth the time of day, under normal circumstances.. but she owed the child's father a favour.

Her index finger smoothed over the blackbird's velvet head, the elf making a popping sound through her teeth.

" Waste of a lovely flower... Try not to die again. I don't think your owner can afford me. "

@auroryxborealis

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banditborn​:

Do you like Werewolves? Did you ever want to pet, annoy or fight a werewolf? You just found the bad role model wolf dad, nobody asked for. He swears a lot, has a drinking problem and eats all the food you can’t finish. Don’t worry though, if you get on his good side he will be very protective and you can abuse him as a blanket - just watch out for the teeth.  

🐺  🐺  🐺   //  Carrd

[witchpetal]

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝?

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𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

elven occultist oc

28+ writer

oc/canon friendly and ship friendly

see pinned post for muse info !

all fc art is by mookie000

[witchpetal]

╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Random Dialogue Prompts a set of original, generic, random dialogue starter prompts !

❝ sorry, i didn’t realize you could hear me. ❞ ❝ you need to stop interrupting my monologues. ❞ ❝ i didn’t realize you could hear my inner monologues. ❞ ❝ who invited them ? ❞ ❝ who invited you ? ❞ ❝ well, well, look what the cat dragged in. ❞ ❝ you look dreadful. ❞ ❝ this is probably a terrible idea. ❞ ❝ who came up with this idea ? i have some strong words for them. ❞ ❝ that sounds like a ‘ you ’ problem. ❞ ❝ you’ve got to be joking. ❞ ❝ complaints are to be sent to the complaints department. no, that’s not the trash can, what are you talking about ? ❞ ❝ if you ask me, i’m a very trustworthy person. ❞ ❝ have i ever steered you wrong ? ❞ ❝ what could possibly go wrong ? ❞ ❝ how does getting ice cream sound right now ? ❞ ❝ no, we’re not getting takeout on the way home. ❞ ❝ i don’t know how much ice cream it will take to drown my sorrows, but it will probably be a lot. ❞ ❝ do you hear yourself ? ❞ ❝ do you have any idea what time it is ? ❞ ❝ if i wake up to find that every cabinet and door in the house is open, that probably means it’s haunted, right ? ❞ ❝ i told myself not to spend all my money in one place, yet here i am. ❞ ❝ i saw the plushie and i had to have it, i’m sorry. would you like to give them a hug ? ❞ ❝ if a mysterious voice gave me an ominous warning, i’d probably listen to it. ❞ ❝ if a mysterious voice gave me an ominous warning, i probably wouldn’t listen to it. ❞ ❝ daisy chain making is so much harder than the stories make it seem. ❞ ❝ do you believe in miracles ? ❞ ❝ i’ve been waiting for so long to hear you say that. ❞ ❝ i missed you, you know. ❞ ❝ were you always this ( handsome / beautiful ) ? i think you’ve been holding out on me. ❞ ❝ if you’re always looking for the darkness, you’ll never find the light. ❞ ❝ magic is all around us. it always has been. ❞ ❝ shh. do you hear that ? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to bother you. ❞ ❝ are you busy ? i need to talk to you. ❞ ❝ here, let me hold you. i’ll protect you. ❞ ❝ look, a shooting star ! did you make a wish ? ❞ ❝ i’m here, okay ? i’m here. it’s alright. you’re safe with me. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know that you could sing. ❞

[witchpetal]

# WOODRUIDS : if you could only see the  beast  you've made of me / i've held it in but now it seems  you've set it running free. screaming in the dark, i howl when we're apart [ / / / ]  drag my teeth across your chest  —  to taste your beating heart.