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chise can …
bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock
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tagging: @rapthearts , @childxofxthorn , @mageshot && steal it from me!
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“in another story —-“ the voice echoes from behind a nearby tree —- “yer little red... an’ i’m the big bad wolf.” she passes, giving nothing more than a glance down at the girl. “but ya don’t have yer cloak, and i’m only runnin’ an errand t’ the bakery.” a hand lifts, fingers curling in beckon. she neither pauses or slows as she says, “c’mon, if ya want. if yer hungry. or don’t. can’t say i didn’t try.” an offer’s an offer, after all. - gin
what a strange woman.
Chise knows better by now not to talk to strange women - but she can’t sense a lick of magic on this woman. She doesn’t acknowledge the neighbors either - but still, Chise doesn’t take her hand. What would Elias say, her going with strange woman off the beaten path?
But her stomach growls, and flushing, Chise follows after the woman. “Who…who are you?”
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⇒ They hadn’t noticed it from afar–the edges of the dog that turned into wisp of smoke, its eyes the color of blood. It stares them down and threatens an early grave if they are not careful. They stare back at the dog, eyes of amber gold as they stick their hands in their pockets and cock their head to one side. The girl seemed fragile at best, for a reason Lyric couldn’t discern.
“Not as alone as you might think.”
⇒ The raven swoops from treetop to grassroots in a streak of black, catching a crawling beetle on the edge of a blade. Its wingspan is large as it turns and eases down to rest on the mage’s shoulder, head turned to look at Chise with one shiny red and black eye as it ruffles its feathers and croons.
Det er Robin! it squawks. Vores elskede Robin!
Lyric knew the names of the coveted children. Their brother had been one once, before his body gave out. Had drawn fae of all kinds that their family couldn’t see and been torn to shreds with the pain of it.
“I’ve never seen a Church Grim
as a familiar before.”
She turns to look at Ruth, who simply shrugs his shoulders in response, twining his tail a little tighter around her fingers. He’s eying the large raven perched on the grassroots with well-hidden scrutiny, and Chise scrunches her fingers in his fur in response, half a question and half a calming gesture.
Chise smiles at the stranger, and knows that it comes out as watery at best, a little crooked and uncertain at the edges. “I - I’ve never seen a raven as a familiar either,” she murmurs, inclining her head towards it’s feathered girth. It seems too intelligent for an animal, but Chise can remember Elias telling her how ravens were always intertwined with the neighbors, magical or otherwise.
Chise, Ruth’s voice echoes.
I understand, Chise thinks back, and begins to tuck the gathered roots into the wicker basket Silky had sent them off with. It’s getting dark, and the forests are always most dangerous during the night, beloved by the neighbors or not. But still, she can’t deny that something about the stranger makes her curious - something aside from the blood-red hair and cat-like yellow eyes.
“Are you looking for something?” She asks, an echo of her previous question. “The forests are dangerous during the night, so...”
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* vine meme
a shit ton of lines from different vines.
‘ look at all those chickens. ’
‘ i’ve always wanted to do this! ’
‘ i fell down the stairs. i hate when nobody shares. ’
‘ can you tell me a bedtime story? ’
‘ bro, you can’t tell anybody. ’
‘ yeah, i’m good. i’m just happy for you.’
‘ dude, it’s like we kissed! ’
‘ TAKE THE PICTURE! ’
‘ oh, my god. we just locked eyes. ’
‘ yooo! ’
‘ you look upset. ’
‘ i got bit by a spider. it gave me superpowers! ’
‘ i’d be a unicorn. because no one believes in me. ’
‘ yeaaah, yeaaah. ’
‘ the only fitness here is me fitting this pizza in my mouth! ’
‘ well, i don’t have to do anything except pay taxes and die. ’
‘ girl, you look fierce today! WE LOVE IT. ’
‘ can i get a waffle? can i PLEASE get a waffle? ’
‘ I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH! ’
‘ i’ll beat your ass if that’s a ticket. ’
‘ you want some vodka? ’
‘ road work ahead? uh, yeah, i sure hope it does. ’
‘ i smell like beef. ’
‘ you better STOP YELLING. ’
‘ your secret’s safe with me. ’
‘ and we are two very supportive guys. ’
‘ MY BEST FRIEND POOPED HIS PANTS! ’
‘ honey, you’ve got a big storm comin’. ’
‘ fuck you, that’s why! ’
‘ yeah, no shit, honey! ’
‘ today’s forecast. we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. fucked. up. ’
‘ is that a weed? i’m calling the police! ’
‘ just shut up and die slowly, okay? ’
‘ i sneezed! ’
‘ i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party. ’
‘ hey, how you doing? ’
‘ i’m doin’ just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside ’
‘ oh my god, why can’t you just take the fricken compliment! ’
‘ and they were roommates! ’
‘ i wanna fucking die. ’
‘ you remember one time i liked you? ’
‘ yo, drink this vodka down the hatch. c’mon. ’
‘ mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick! ’
‘ he needs some milk! ’
‘ the yo-yo master did not answer. he just kept on yo-ing ’
‘ WHAT’S UP, FUCKERS? ’
‘ bored as sheeeet. ’
‘ do you ever shut the fuck up? ’
‘ welcome back to me screaming. ’
‘ sorry, i’m on the toilet. ’
‘ babe, are you serious? ’
‘ i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room. ’
‘ NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! ’
‘ you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD. boogie woogie woogie. ’
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@childxofxthorn liked for a starter!
It’s easy to lose time in the study, Chise realizes, as she looks up from a book, only to see the sun sinking below the horizon. It’s dinner time - or well past it - an also far past time for her to go and find Elias in the garden.
Slipping out the study door, and past Silky, Chise toes on her shoes and runs out the door, into the rain-wet spring air. If she concentrates; shuts her eyes and ignores the chatter of the neighbors around her, she can hear the sound of Elias making his way through the gardens out back.
“Elias,” she calls softly, “Elias, it’s time for dinner.”
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