#witch of the woods

[merrick-of-violet]

He never should’ve accepted the quest. All within the span of a week, his horse was stolen, half of his purse lost in a river, and an infected wound in his calf. All for thirty pieces of gold and a piece of jewelry. Murdock wasn’t greedy, he was desperate. Worse, because picking and choosing wasn’t his choice. No one of any merit would take the disgraced son of a disgraced lord to do anything higher than saving small animals from trees.

Carrying his pack across his shoulders and his sword tucked beside his belt, he finds his first sign of good direction. In the right village, he hears rumours of the ancient witch in the forest. Guarding a treasure, exactly what he needs to deliver. One incorrectly paid for meal, and Murdock is on his way to his pay.

@murdersinthemaking

The forest could be a tricky thing to navigate sometimes.

At first, it appears to be normal. Dense with trees and foliage, various small game animals skitter through the underbrush, and birdsong fills the air. But the longer Murdock walks, things begin to change. Well... in a way.

Did he pass that odd shaped boulder once already? Did the fog always have a purple tint to it? Had there been fog before? Should the sun already be setting at this time of day?

How long has he been walking for?

The fog continues to pour in, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of one's face. The birdsong turns to the screeching of crows high up in the trees. What had sounded like rabbits and foxes moving through the forest now sound... larger. And then...

A black cat about twice as large as a normal cat sits on the path ahead, the fog seeming to clear up around him. His eyes are the color of molten amber and glowing as he stares at Murdock, or rather through him.

[sacrificial1-lamb]

“𝔑𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔞𝔯, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔰”

-𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔐𝔞𝔠𝔏𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔩𝔦𝔫

🍂 digital self portraits in the November fog

[999lcf]

[potentially-a-poser]

Thing I Must do Today: file my taxes, write an essay outline, fill out FAFSA, do the dishes

Things I Want to do Today: wander into the darkest part of the wood with nothing but water and a sketchbook, step into a ring of mushrooms and stay till nightfall, rest against a great oak till the kudzu takes my body completely,

[blackinkroses]

Screw TikTok anti-aging straws and skincare! My goal in life is to be the old hag that lives on the edge of the woods that all the local school children call a witch or quake at the sight of. I want kids to dread messing in my garden because they feel like I'm gonna bake them in pies, and an unwrinkled face will be as intimidating as a sheep made of cotton candy!!

[jadethemystic]

I see no difference between myself and other creatures; it's humans who are alien to me.

[accidentalslayer]

Silly mortal! Tricks are for the dark sorceress calling to you from deep within the woods.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Witch of the Woods - art by Mike Hoffman (2005)

[bladesofkyber]

Lady Freya

[lupastellaris]

[merrick-of-violet]

"Damnit... I should've known it would grow dark..."

A chill runs down his spine. The forest wasn't a nice place to be in the dark. It was scary. Cold. Filled with creatures he wasn't properly prepared to take on by himself. All he wanted was some herbs. But his own foolishness had caused him to lose track of time. Before he knew it, the sun was going down.

The only source of light he had was one from his own fingertips. A quick utterance had allowed a bright blue flame to sit in the palm of his hand. Enough for him to see in front of him... but not enough to properly guide him.

He didn't know if he was closer to town, or only diving deeper into the woods. Hopefully there weren't any creatures who could smell fear. Because he reeked of it.

-@dblairlaw (lmao imagine making a fantasy AU- *dies*)

There is one creature around that can smell the acrid aroma of fear coming from the visitor. But, luckily for Dex, this creature has no ill intentions. Only curiosity.

As the fog begins to get heavier and tinged with a deep purple hue, it slowly parts several feet ahead of the spellcaster. Trotting into view is a very large black cat with glowing amber eyes. He peers at the man as he comes to a stop and sits down once he's a few feet away.

Eyeing the blue flame with a curiosity that even surpasses a normal cat, Artemis then looks up at Dex's face. "What is your purpose for being here?" The accented voice drifts through Dex's mind as the cat stares expectantly.

[mannyblacque]

Soulmates by Victoria Veil | Instagram

[ask-sonicdragonfan]

Reunion

Endri-huff….huff…come at me!

[amalthea9]

The last pics I took at the Dallas arboretum were just of me and I wanted to share them.

I'm actually pleased with that last one a lot. I feel pretty looking at it and don't judge my yellow teeth or complexion.

The other two have a witch of the woods/forest vibe which was what I felt while at the arboretum.🥰

I felt at home on the leafy paths, stone bridges, and surrounded by trees. 🍃🌳🍃🌳

@ariel-seagull-wings @angelixgutz @professorlehnsherr-almashy

[esotericgal]

i hate when people ask what i wanna work in;

like no i just want to be a witch living in the woods by herself tysm

[artemisianymphe]

Winter really is just meditating among dead trees, riding around with your friends to buy christmas panties, going to see the Nutcracker ballet, doing skincare with the one you love before bed, introspecting every night, making spice tea with your mom, baking cookies, drying oranges for garlands, practicing witchcraft, wearing ribbons in your hair, the birds singing in the morning, moon beams filtering through your curtains, making christmas presents, walking around looking at lights, making a ton of candy to give out to people, wearing a fur coat, taking pictures with santa, reading scary stories, opening yourself up to new beginnings, and being madly in love with anything and everyone.