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I promise this blog isn’t dead! I’ve just been lacking motivation lately, but I’ll eventually get back into the swing of things. I believe these are the only people I owe a reply or starter to, but please let me know if I’ve forgotten you.

@skystrolled​

@svartbutler​

@savedbyhaku​

@wolfvirago​

@asrahmnida​

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒     .    repost , don’t reblog  !  bold what applies

I. THE FAIRY   . chipped nail polish   . glitter highlights   . tall trees with smooth bark   . tangled hair   . the taste of cinnamon sugar   . talking too loud and too fast   . overgrown flowers in your hair  . crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature   . flirting   . walking home at 3am with no coat   . platonic hand-holding   . blowing smoke out of your nose   . dragonfly wings   . chaotic good   . freckles   . fairy rings   . secret meetings   . gender nonconformity   . leather   . smudged eyeliner   . forbidden fruit .

II. THE REAPER   . computer errors   . a shiver down your spine    . haunting beauty   . hard liquor   . crowns of thorns   . shadowed alleyways   . decaying plant matter   . shattered mirrors and broken glass   . corrupted memories   . stopped clocks   . the scent of stale cigarettes   . tattered black hoodies   . walking your friends home   . the crescent moon   . the sea  . a graveyard on a foggy day   . cold rings on cold fingers   . absolution   . looking out the window of an airplane   . soft kisses .

III. THE WITCH   . graffiti   . pretending to know what you’re doing  . worn paperback books   . growing up too fast   . parsley , sage , rosemary , and thyme  . lace and combat boots   . moth wings   . candles on every surface   . a weathered deck of cards  . turning the music up   . fireflies in jars   . calloused fingers   . drawing on your skin   . sunlight filtering through clouds   . petrichor   . a dying rose in a jar   . wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells  . black cats   . mint gum   . chapped lips   . dirt under your fingernails  . the cycle of life and death .

IV. THE WOLF   . murders of crows   . frost-bitten leaves   . wolves howling at midnight   . knocking on your door   . leaving food out for stray animals   . the twang of an acoustic guitar   . honey   . tiny red buds on trees   . claw marks on the walls   . golden eyes   . slightly too long stubble   . sharp canines   . soft , thick fur   . hunger   . a small cottage in the middle of the woods   . knitted fingerless gloves   . sleeping on the forest floor   . always finding your way back home .

TAGGING :   you!

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Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself, I am large — I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via tanya-nicole)

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7 a.m.

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     The spellwork she had been left with seemed simple, or perhaps her teacher was just excellent at making everything look easy. Days passed and she wasn’t able to compel so much as a feather to levitate, and in her frustration she busied herself with keeping house. Organizing Howl’s mess was time-consuming, and it made her feel productive.

     She was seated on her broom, dusting the rafters when the dial at the front door began to spin. Only then did it occur to her that the better part of the week had slipped by and she was no closer to mastering that spell than when Howl had initially departed. 

     ❝Oh, welcome home,❞ she murmured at the wizard once he appeared in the door frame, smiling with the effort to conceal her guilt. Maybe if she didn’t bring it up, he wouldn’t either.

starter call | @hearthwarm​

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     For years Kiki had her heart set on taking her maiden journey to a faraway place, somewhere more sophisticated than the little village she had grown up in. Her mother was adamant that she stay in the country, but her fanciful notions of the West had clouded her better judgment with a rose-colored haze. She didn’t anticipate having to cope with doors being slammed in her face or the brusqueness of strangers. She never imagined how blue the dreary weather and thick fog would make her. Dreams of working as a garden-girl, and perhaps developing a talent for botanic magic, were quickly dashed and exchanged for a willingness to accept that her journey wouldn’t unfold as she intended.

     Kiki’s search eventually steered her to one of the homes she had initially avoided. She had spotted it several nights ago when she was out flying to clear her head. It was a lovely sight, and it was surely just as luxuriant on the inside...but it was secluded, shrouded by mist and guarded by trees. She wanted to be swept up in the bustle of the big city, but as the days trudged by she let go of that childish fancy.

    ❝Alright, Jiji. Maybe we’ll find some luck here,❞ she whispered to her familiar as the manor came into view. He threw a skeptical glance at her in response, which Kiki chose to ignore. 

     She felt small walking in the shadow of such a grand place, daunted by its unfamiliarity and humbled by her situation. After facing more rejections than she cared to count, it seemed foolish to seek employment here, but what remained of her weathered hope kept her encouraged.

     As they neared the manor’s doors, Jiji leapt from his perch on the witch’s shoulder to hide behind her legs. Kiki paused to smooth out her dress and pat the wind out her hair. She gave her broom a tight squeeze for comfort before mustering up the courage to finally knock on the door.

starter call| @svartbutler​

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like for a starter!! capping at 5 for now.

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Advent Day 5.  Creativity and comfort.

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whoops i kinda forgot i had a blog for a hot minute lol. i’ve been super occupied irl but i’ll get back into the swing of things next week! 

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Oh, the ocean!

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howl‌:

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✶  ───   ❛ Can’t you see the depth of this issue ?! ❜  

       ❛ She keyed my boots !  My 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒  ─  my 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 !! ❜

     ❝You broke her heart, Howl! It’s what you deserve!❞

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headcanon: kiki’s relationship with her parents (but its mostly kokiri with just a dash of okino)

a continuation of this post

Kiki has a good relationship with both of her parents, but she has always been a bit of a daddy’s girl. Okino is the more lenient parent, and his relaxed personality makes him easy to talk to. Because his wife and daughter have very different personalities that put them at odds with one another at times, he typically ends up being the mediator of the family. 

Kokiri is a wary traditionalist who devotes scrupulous attention to detail to all that she does. Kiki, on the other hand, often shirks tradition in favor of following her intuition. Throughout her maiden journey, she has matured and learned to act with some measure of caution, but in her younger days, she was incredibly impulsive and headstrong. Her spontaneity, naivety, and fierce desire for independence used to clash with Kokiri’s worrisome nature and need for structure.

Many of Kokiri and Kiki’s disagreements stemmed from their opposing approaches to magic. Kokiri used to lament about Kiki’s lack of interest and patience for herbalism and potioncraft. Traditional teaching methods and pouring over grimoires to commit formulas and invocations to memory yielded limited degrees of success with her daughter. Kiki is a hands-on learner who prefers to move at her own pace. Much of what she has learned has been through physical experiences.

In spite of their differences, Kiki and Kokiri share deep bond. Kokiri has always been supportive of her daughter and she is proud of her bravery and willingness to work hard. And Kiki admires Kokiri more than anyone in the world. Leaving home has only deepened this appreciation, and she will never take her mother's lessons in witchcraft and life for granted.

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                  𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒                   𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚠𝚢𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 & 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚢𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚔𝚒'𝚜                                               𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚕'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎 | 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚢