#heksery

[ignisregina]

Is it legal to - in a Karaoke Bar: (a) bring a guitar feat. Maki ( @barajabruja ) & Mike ( @escapesvelocity ) (b) do a lap dance feat. Marianne & Patrick ( @heksery )

[waywardera]

@heksery

PERHAPS it’s the undeniable warmth of knowing that there’s someone to come home to or perhaps it’s the now familiar feeling of intimacy, but in either case, Nikolai’s happy to keep Egmund around. Or he’s just too lazy to go and find someone else to keep his bed warm. In any case, Nikolai doesn’t have to put much effort which, good, because work already carries the heaviest weight.

As it is, Nikolai sheds the day, wraps his arms around Egmund’s waist to draw in some form of comfort. “Does it escape your notice that your favorite person has entered your premises or are you that careless with whoever sets foot in your abode -- in which case, I may have some choice words on that.” 

[merveiilles]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ @heksery liked for augie!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓨ou um... You don't need to explain too much.❞ Augie shook his head faintly as he listened to the other man speak. ❝What you have said is strange of course, but nothing I haven't... really...heard of before. Th-though never experienced first hand. The last couple of years has been... eye-opening to the strange and unusual... to say the least.❞

[dvarapala]

Green?

colorful memories // @heksery

green reminds her of spring. and it also reminds her of her best fairy friend forever, allie fleur (@loetise). it reminds her of auradon but it also reminds her of the foliage of many of the planets that she's seen in the jyotisha system.

[werebull]

@heksery - The Night Market —or Markets, more properly, as they were a global network of such–existed in a space between spaces, a liminal area between worlds–the human world, and many, many others. Merchants from all came to hock their wares, with treasures such as bravery in a bottle, cunning in a carafe, kindness in cabochon ring. You could buy seven-league boots (or a mere seven mile knockoff if you couldn’t afford the leagues), a dagger that cut through lies, the strings and needle necessary to mend a broken heart, or an “evil eye” amulet that really was from an evil eye, though which one you had to be careful to ask whom the eye had come from—they might want it back. The prices, it must be noted, were just as dear as the wares; your heart’s content, your peace of mind, and even baby’s breath (not the flowers) The stalls were as varied as the species of the merchants; some were mere huts, some veritable palaces. Some were made of straw, or stone, or bone (best not to ask what from); some were living flesh, or glittering glass, or water that was enchanted to hold its shape. Some steeped the potential buyer in darkness as soon as they stepped in, or transported them to a glamorous ball or the bottom of the sea or a trail in a dark forest that they had to pick their way through to find to find the merchant at all if they TRULY wished to buy. Some advertised themselves as flamboyantly as possible, some were hidden in the shadows, some were charmed to only be visible to those who needed what they had. But all held to certain rules–namely, a buyer could not be influenced or compelled to buy. All sales must be done of the purchaser’s own free will. There were a few others, of course, and the code of respect towards other merchants that one must abide by, but that was key. Two such merchants in this marvelous magical market were Juliana Sara Ester Berger Accama, and Abraham “Bram” King. A witch and a werebull, a seamstress and a CEO. And the former was presently in the office of the latter. Not the office of Bos Industries, the mundane machinery company that he presided over as a man, but his office as a member of the Curia Regis. The term was a Latin phrase that meant “king’s court” and was traditionally used for the royal council of monarchs in medieval Europe. Here, though, it was a band of cutthroat elites, human and otherwise, who wished to control the supernatural underworld—and did a damned good job at it, often through methods most cruel. Most cruel, and most concealed; they were as elusive and as they were elite. But Juliana knew of Bram’s membership—and was apparently seeking it for herself. And Bram was not dismissing her. . .just yet, anyway. “I’m not opposed to you petitioning for membership to me, Ms. Accama,” he said from behind his huge desk of some black polished stone, harvested by weremoles from a world beneath even that of the dwarves, his thick fingers steepled together before him, “But I want to know what you can offer. We’ve not shortage of assassins, though your means are unique. Besides your textile talents, what can you bring to our little. . .club?”

[adsagsona]

Closed starter for @heksery:

The sea was calling him again. Maarten really did try to stay on land for longer, for his mother. She didn’t like it when he was away for months, as she wasn’t happy that she couldn’t see her granddaughter. While he had carried a picture of Isabelle with him, it wasn’t the same.

Walking along the harbour he went into one of his favourite café’s where fishermen and privateers alike could get a drink and noone to judge them. While he sat at the bar with a beer he heard someone talking about the ‘Dwaler’. Maarten hadn’t heard of the ship, but they were looking for crew. The captain sat at the back, writing up a few of the men.

Maarten hesitated for only a moment and then got up to meet with the captain. “Are you the captain of the Dwaler?” He asked as he sat down where one of the possible crew members had sat down moments ago. “What crew are you looking for? For how long?” He asked.

[countlessrealities]

which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

Asks for muns with a multimuse || Accepting !

3. Which muse is the trickiest to get into character for?

It kind of depends on the moment, because I have a few muses for whom my inspiration tends to fluctuate and, when it does, I have a hard time writing them.

If I had to pick one, though, I'd say Jinx. I've heard for quite a while, but her voice is still very difficult for me to grasp, for some reason. I really enjoy her character, but there's something that stops me from fleshing her out properly. I guess that in part it's the lack of interactions for her, but even when I do write stuff for her, I can't put it down properly.

She's a very complex character, not just because of her psychosis and how it manifests, but also because she relies a lot on body language to show her emotions and states of mind, which can be complex to translate in writing.

16. Which muse is most willing to fight another muse?

This one is an easy answer. Definitely Rick (C-137). Not only the guy can be beyond obnoxious, but he has to be right and to prove that he is the smartest under every circumstance. He might not physically start the fights, but he prompts them by getting on everyone else's nerves. And I can't really blame them.

It happens in canon, and he's the one going around my mindscape and bothering other muses whenever he's bored. Not to mention that he's rude or borderline hostile with almost any character he meets in thread at first.

[thecursedhellblazer]

😮

Commentary meme || Accepting !

😮: Your threads are engaging and interesting

You're always too nice to me >.< I'm really flattered that you think so! I try to keep my plots interesting for both me and my writing partners, since it's one of the reasons why we choose to write in this hellsite, I think xD There's very few thing that are as fun as a good plot, in my opinion u-u

In any case, thanks a lot for the compliment! I'm looking forward to start writing our thread too! 👀 Juliana and John are going to be a really fun pair 🤭

[songbirdsandsugar-moved]

🫐  — wild blueberries!      for a headcanon about my muse and a time they have had to, or decided to, forage for /go picking wild fruits and vegetables.

Lucy definitely prefers fresh picked fruits and veggies over store bought ones, but she's never really foraged for wild ones. She would normally go to farmer's markets or farms that allow you to pick them yourself for her produce needs.

In her main main verse, she and Gunpowder live in the middle of the woods, and she's basically turned their little cabin into a farm. She has a bunch of farm animals that she's brought home, and he's built barns and pens for the animals. They've cleared out a space for their garden where she grows her flowers, but they also grow their own produce as well. She's never really had a need to forage.

[floripire]

🔥 unpopular opinion about a popular book

🔥 // @heksery

first of all: to each their own. there are people who don't like the percy jackson books while i love them because i found them at a time in my life when i really needed them.

but this is not about books i love.

this is about books i abhor because hate is a strong word.

granted, if i squint, i can see... potential, maybe. and it just makes me sad. because it could be so much better than it is if another writer wrote it and if certain elements were just removed, but god, the cultural appropriation is such a cornerstone of all of her work that i don't think it'll go away. so i can't, in good conscience, read any of her books.

which, in my defense, i have tried. multiple times.

when i was younger, i found one of her series in the bookstore. picked one up, thumbed through it and then put it back down, disappointed at the way she described white characters (gorgeous, beautiful, show stopping, descriptions likening them to the moon and stars and such) and characters of color (plain, ugly, didn't get any pretty descriptions likening them to anything). there was a very clear dissonance between the way her characters got described (though allegedly this got fixed in later books). at the time, i desperately craved some positive representation in the books i read and the media i consumed and i kind of came away feeling like: "is this how you see me and people like me? is it just my culture that you want but not the people who belong to that culture?"

then i thought, maybe her other series was more my speed so i tried it when i was in the metro. i got bored, then i fell asleep, and missed my stop, so i had to walk back. it wasn't that long a walk but still.

i came away from that one feeling disappointed too, because her white characters were good and pure and saviors and her characters of color were often portrayed as savages.

also, i'm not gonna lie. i like to read smut occasionally. but when i do, i want it to be tasteful. i want it to add something to the plot. i don't feel like she is doing either one of those things.

anyways, i know things about it through osmosis because the people around me have read the books and i know there is a rp community and that people truly adore her books so i mostly just blacklist anything that's gotta do with her and ask my mutuals to use 'tessa don't look' as a blanket tag.

[ignisregina]

@heksery from here

"I was comforting myself, you just happened to be there to hear it," Marianne fired back quickly, not daring to take her eyes off her patient's arm. The fact that her hands were as steady as this was in itself a feat, what with all the shock she barely managed to keep from reflecting on her face.

"I'll let you know if I decide to take your sewing classes but for now, less complaining, more shutting up or I'll embroider ungrateful witch here and you can tell me how my loops look even worse." In her humble opinion, witches who get nasty injuries should have their sassing privileges revoked for making her worry.

[waywardera]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 | @heksery​

ILIANA’S not sure why she’s here, why she tries to find comfort from Patrick of all people. It’s not as if they explicitly have the type of friendship that draws sympathy from each other. In fact, they prove to be the opposite; pushing, clawing, biting with words that leave shallow cuts. They don’t mean to be anything more than a reminder that there are buttons to be pushed, that not everyone likes you but even those that don’t will go to war for you. 

She’s grateful that he doesn’t call her out on her behavior; even offers a roll of her eyes though it requires tremendous effort on her part. Iliana stays silent; the thoughts in her head are too loud. Patrick jokes about the end of the world but he doesn’t realize that it already feels like it for her.

Wordlessly, she hands him her jacket; makes a point to stomp on the welcome mat to rid of anything that stuck to her boots. She’s offered a drink but that’s not what she wants. What she wants is --

“Hurt me.” The words are sudden as if she didn’t mean to say it out loud. After all it took her the better part of twenty minutes to gather the energy to knock on his door. But this; oh but it feels right. It feels like exactly what she needs. “Free rein. Hurt me.” The please goes without saying; Iliana may already be showing her hand -- the need to take control of what pains her -- but she’s drawing the line at outright begging. 

[dvarapala]

🎉 — what are some of your favorite things to do with your irl friends? (asking for science. :D )

not so very munday // @heksery

going to any type of book store, honestly.

just hanging out and watching series/movies at home.

going to the movies together.

playing games together (board games or video games).

wandering around together, exploring the area and just talking.

going out for drinks because i do like the occasional cocktail.

[eskelwolfed]

Jules (@heksery) sent a meme: ‘they will not be pleased, but I have weathered the anger of gods before.’

“Gods? Plural, Gods? Holy shit what have you done to make them angry?”

Eskel was impressed by this woman. He felt like it's been a brilliant idea to ask her for help in finding the demon who killed his sister. He knew that, in her profession, she would be wary about hunters approaching, but still here they were, chatting. Not only a friendly chat, but also some negotiations about the conditions, how much her help would cost.

He'd pay any price, though. He knew that before he had entered the appointment with her at the pub. Only to find out she pissed off a number of Gods, not only one. He wondered which it were, depending on Pantheon she might've suffered a worse fate than death. She must have balls of steel and be powerful.

[birdonawiresara]

🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited?

Yes and no, I would say it’s a double-edged sword for Sara. A lot has been taken from her, and I would say excitement is wrapped up with hope. With trusting that not only is something good happening here and now, but that it can continue. She’s extremely wary of that, and with good reason. So, yes, after her initial arrival home, she’s always excited to see her family and friends. She enjoys the little pieces of herself that she manages to pick up again, like stealing clothing and food from her sister or Oliver. And Patty Shack burgers, or donuts, or a bag of peanut M&Ms will always bring a smile to her face. But there’s also that other part of her that’s waiting for something bad to happen, waiting for that excitement - and the very people or things that cause it - to be taken away. And given that she proceeds to die, to combat the bloodlust, to lose her sister, to lose her father, and then to finally lose Oliver, can anyone really blame her?

[countlessrealities]

 Ö for Adventure Time (if you've seen that)?

Send a Ö and I’ll reveal a character I’d consider rping || Accepting !

I've seen just some episodes of Adventure Time, unfortunately, definitely not enough for me to have a decent ideas of its characters. Also, it's been quite some time, so I don't even remember much of it x'D

Though, I do remember that Marceline was my favourite, for the little of her I've seen, so could be a pick, if I had to make one!