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self-preservation  being  one  of  the  earliest  skills  the  camp  will  teach  a  young  witch  beginning  to  harness  their  capabilities,  bowie  can't  help  but  give  merit  to  the  opposing  words  coming  out  of  the  convincing  camper.  magic  was  unpredictable  so  you  could  never  properly  gage  how  bad  an  injury  could  get,  although  there  was  an  abundance  of  magical  medicines,  spells  as  well  powerful  people  much  like  bowie  who  could  damage  even  the  worst  of  imaginable  wounds.  a  simple  shrug  is  paired  with  a  simple  smile,  no  concern  hidden  behind  his  eyes  whatsoever.   ❛   i  feel  like  i'm  doing  camp  wrong  by  some  of  the  crazy  shit  that  you  guys  get  up  to.   ❜    not  an  instinctual  daredevil,  it's  not  like  he's  exactly  seeking  the  more  adventurous  things  out  either.  that's  why  he  had  isamu. 

   ❛   okay  now  you're  just  gonna  get  me  jealous.  i  wanna  see  you  fly  five  knives  around  with  your  mind  what  the  hell  !!   ❜   an  unserious  huff  pours  out  from  upward-turned  lips,  his  cheekbones  reddening  as  a  kiss  is  placed  on  his  forehead.      ❛   now  that  you're  good  as  new…  maybe  you  could  show  me?   although.   i'm  a  cute  healer.   and  we're  completely  alone!     and  it's  getting  dark.   ❜   his  excitement  for  some  alone  time  with  the  other  began  to  eagerly  perk  up.

moving   all   of   his   blades   around   carelessly   finally   caught   up   to   him.   the   green   haired   witch   seemed   to   have   thought   he   was   immune   to   the   dangers   of   metal   just   because   he   could   wield   it.   it   turned   out   that   the   joke   was   on   him   this   whole   time.   there   was   something   soothing   about   bowie's   presence,   but   he   was   still   wincing   slightly   at   the   pain.   ❛   you   see,   not   that's   what   i'm   talking   about   man!   we   have   to   learn   to   live   a   little.   to   be   the   type   of   people   that   have   so   much   fun   their   flesh   almost   comes   off   of   their   body.   ❜   he   shouldn't   have   been   condoning   this.   at   least   not   while   his   arm   was   in   the   redhead's   care   because   he   was   being   too   careless   and   overly   excited.   still,   isamu   was   basically   bouncing   on   the   seat   as   he   thought   about   doing   something   fun   and   wild   with   bowie.   always   the   devil   on   the   man's   shoulder,   the   one   to   get   him   to   jump   off   the   ledge   because   he   could   fly.

❛   you   have   the   magic   touch.   ❜   he   leaned   forward   and   pressed   a   big   kiss   on   bowie's   forehead.   ❛   a   cliche   really.   i   was   moving   five   daggers   with   my   mind   and   one   of   them   sliced   me   on   the   arm.   guess   you   can   cast   and   walk   at   the   same   time,   huh?   although,   maybe   i   just   wanted   to   get   some   alone   time   with   a   cute   healer.   ❜

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it's been a rough last couple of days (my pc is at the tech doctor and i'm currently working on a borrowed laptop) but i'll be getting to things throughout the night to queue them up. feel free to give me a dm if you wanna plot a thread or something tho. discord is available too!

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roman's  interruption  isn't  only  welcomed  but  comes  at  a  time  bowie  would  deem  necessary,  despite  the  dangers  looming  over  camp  today  was  going  at  a  much  slower  pace  than  normal  and  the  witch  could  only  handle  so  much.  an  eye  as  well  as  a  smile  is  placed  on  the  visitor  as  bowie  makes  room  for  the  patient  to  walk  by  and  out  of  the  lodging.

❛   hey  !     thanks.  i'm  even  half  good  at  it.   ❜   he'll  stand  up  to  meet  at  the  other's  eyeline  before  his  gaze  will  follow  to  the  other  witch's  hands  to  see  what  he's  brought.   ❛   that's  really,   really  awesome  of  you.  i  needed  a  pick-me-up.   ❜   he'll  take  the  brown  paper  bag  from  the  other,  grab  out  an  apple  and  immediately  pierce  his  teeth  into  it. 

a gentle smirk plays at his lips, watching from the doorway as bowie works diligently. it was always pretty interesting to see his work, given how they seemed to be so different in their practice of magic. roman dabbled in death, balancing the scales. he supposed bowie did as well, though it wasn't quite as macabre.

" you ain't half bad at that. " he hums with a gentle laugh as the patient gets up to leave, only roman and bowie remaining. " i figured you been busy here, so i brought you somethin' from the mess hall. "

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@deathwitchess                   𖥸                   29.     [     MM     ]

the     moon     would     be     their     only     source     of     light,     the     two     starting     off     with     a     midnight     stroll     throughout     the     trails     near     the     cemetery.     it     was     a     part     of     camp     that     bowie     had     yet     to     explore     and     baird     was     all     too     familiar     with     so     the     redhead     followed     the     other's     expert     lead.     what     started     off     as     a     walk     among     the     cold     night     air     would     lead     to     the     two     confiding     in     each     other's     body     heat,     the     graveyard     still     in     view     as     bowie     bends     himself     over     a     fallen     tree,     lying     horizontally.     bowie's     back     is     arched     underneath     baird's     handling,     as     the     man's     touch     warms     up     his     skin     against     the     cool     night     air.

❛      damn…      ❜      bowie     will     moan     as     the     other     pulls     himself     out     just     to     plunge     himself     back     as     far     as     bowie     can     stretch,     the     delicate     kisses     placed     to     his     back     helping     bowie     ease     and     open     up.      ❛      you     were     right.      didn't     need     to     go     back     to     a     cabin     after     all     ..      ❜

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❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.)

𖥸     from  here.

bowie  was  raised  without  a  lot  of  technology,  compared  to  most  of  the  rest  of  his  generation.  although  that  doesn't  mean  he's  entirely  clear  from  it  or  that  he  doesn't  enjoy  it  either.  he's  not  going  to  spend  much  time  making  sure  he  has  a  perfect  feed  or  that  his  instagram  profile  is  aesthetically  pleasing  but  he  will  always  have  his  phone  on  hand  so  that  he  can  send  snapchats  back  and  forth  with  his  friends.  or  scroll  tik  tok  for  an  hour  or  so  in  the  evenings  when  he's  sleepy,  before  a  nap  or  when  has  nothing  else  to  do. 

and  when  it  does  come  to  his  profiles,  he  doesn't  post  any  sort  of  video  content  or  anything  similar  of  the  sort  but  he  will  update  on  his  paintings,  or  his  plants.  or  the  occasional  thirst  trap.

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KIT CONNOR Heartstopper 3.02 "Home"

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@magicblessed       𖥸       21. [ MM ]

javier had been one of bowie's most entrusted counsellors at camp, the young witch even taking on an unofficial mentorship of sorts. since the counsellor had two of the same shared gifts it was only natural that bowie would cling onto him, ask him questions, follow his lead whenever the camper could. there was much to be learned from someone with more experience… and the same was to be said when it came to bowie's body. 

the other man's touch felt like lightening - would send a course of sensations that would vibrate throughout bowie's muscular body. inside and out. his his perky pink hole tightening around his counsellor's finger, his cock throbbing in the counsellors' other hand.  ❛  my god… you're so good with those hands…  healing hands.  ❜  he'd moan out as his head falls back, brown eyes rolling back to match.  moaning only louder as two of his most sensitive erogenous zones get worked.  without much experience, bowie was having a hard time keeping himself together. 

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@malakiking       𖥸       8. [ MM ]

showing up camp only a year after malaki, the two were quick to form an alliance between acquaintances. they were the closest of friends though there was always a shared reassurance that no matter what there was always another friendly face there. given the fair few chances to bond, the two have gotten only closer over the years to the point where bowie has now been invited to the other's lodging for a sleepover.

a few shared glances and soft touches led them here - malaki's sculpted jaw pressed against bowie's plush yet muscular cheeks, his chin enacting enough strength for bowie to turn malaki's lower-face into a seat. the ginger's stomach is still whirling with butterflies as he purrs out a soft moan every here in there as he can feel his hole getting tenderly licked and kissed by a warm and wet tongue. the sensation is almost overwhelming if not for the rock hard cock in his hand to stabilize the redheaded witch. he'll lightly slap it across his lips to collect the nectar pooling up at malaki's cockhead, licking it up before taking the bulbous cockhead into this mouth. 

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✈ : My muse and traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

𖥸   from here.

although bowie hasn't left the country, he has travelled from coast to coast.  he's been to all forty-eight of the mainland states.  his family never stayed in one place for longer than a year,  typically setting up their trailer-home in some campground and keeping put.  his parents weren't evading anything,  they weren't on the run,  they simply had very motivated feet that got wanderlust more than most.  so bowie has lived in all sorts of climates and atmospheres, from swamps to deserts to forests, humid to dry.  he prefers humidity due to the mass amount of plant life.

after his parents went missing at sixteen,  bowie spent two years wandering about the west coast until he was beckoned to the camp. and while has would like to travel the world, he doesn't see that happening in any near future.  and his feet can plant roots easier than his parents' ever could.

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he was almost too distracted by the image conjured up of the more experienced witch taking a hit mid-air, although his imagination paints it in a much more amusing manner than the reality would detail. the camper smiles with naive amusement, much to the chagrin of the man that he was tending to who was beginning to look visibly more and more disappointed.

bowie's amusement will quick turn to concern as his arms reach out to pick up the man's arm again.  ❛  oh no! are you still hurting?  ❜  his palm will begin to rub over the area of where the wound once was, not implementing any of his capability quite yet but gaging the healed wound. which remains some of his cleanest work yet.  ❛  ohhhh.. i see what you mean.  ❜  a gentle smile is given to the other, an attempt at veiling his own self disappointment. 

❛  nobody has come in yet with like… all of that. at least not on my shift. i think i'd be a lot more careful then, but practice makes perfect.  ❜  while not an excuse by any means, the witch remains genuine as he doesn't mean any harm or offense. just tends to be careless at times. something he'll try and repair now with a gentle rub to the man's forearm and a light squeeze before setting cory's arm down, returning the man's personal space.

❛  i know how to be delicate. just not usually with people. plants are easier. they're softer.  ❜

It wasn’t the first time he needed to be patched up and wouldn’t be the last. His dark eyes fell to where the “scratch” was torn across his forearm only moments before. The magical gift to heal wasn’t necessarily rare but it often replicated a normal healing factor, scars or other signs of prior injury. Cory was a little impressed not to see a scar, as if it never happened. Still, Bowie was enough of a shit without the praise.

“Don’t worry, kid— Been there, done that.”

Electricity could be very dangerous, as he discovered in his teenage years.

“Played catching mitt for someone flying for the first time.”

Flying wasn’t as accurate as magically-propelling falling. Cory used air pressure and draft to pull off what he called flying, which was more of a magic-assisted jump. His fingers brushed over where the gash used to be. He wouldn’t have even worried about his arm if it was just a scratch.

“You could be a little more gentle. Maybe pretend to give a shit about the kind of pain or fear someone might be experiencing when you’re working on them. I’m not talking about a little cut or broken finger, but when someone is really messed up. The last thing anyone should have to deal with, especially if they’re at the edge of death, is feeling like their dying is just an inconvenience to some little asshole.”

Cory frowned. With recent events, it was difficult for him to turn off his grumpy dad energy.

“If you want to use your abilities to help people you’ll need to learn a little compassion. If it doesn’t come naturally, ya need to think of it like a muscle. Exercise if with everyone you’re helping.”

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𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

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⊱     open     ⊰       location -  nurse's station.

the other's forearm sits between bowie's two palms, one of bowie's hands keeping the weight of their arm steady as the other is hovering over the other's wound. you can tell by the look on the redhead's face that he was working hard at focusing, transmitting his lifeforce into the other. with his power to heal, it wasn't uncommon for the young camper to be posted up with nursing duties for the day but that didn't mean bowie necessarily liked it or was entirely good at it either. he could heal without issue, it was the bedside manner that was completely out of practice. as the wound on his patient's arm begins to resolve and repair itself, bowie would finally look back up at the other. ❛ it's really not that bad. last week someone nearly got their arm burned off and that took like twenty whole minutes to get looking good again! ❜  he'll enthuse, dropping the arm back onto the others lap without grace. good as new.

❛ and don't worry about it opening back up or anything. that hasn't happened yet. ❜ a sheepish smile, his eyes hollow from thought. ❛ that was a pretty big scratch though. what happened? ❜

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.. feel free to drop a like and i'll come into your dms to plot! i'll also drop an open starter later if that's more your speed.

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kit  connor,  gay,  cis  man  +  he/him  →  isn’t  that  bowie  breckenridge?  i’ve  seen  them  hanging  out  with  the  campers.  i  hear  they're  21,  but  they’ve  been  coming  to  camp  for  3  years.  they  seem  to  be  sweet  &  energetic,  but  also  vapid  &  aloof.  it’s  cool  that  they’re  capable  of  chlorokinesis  &  healing!  their  aesthetics  are  also  antique  greenhouses,  dried  herbs  and  flowers,  tree  climbing  and  wearing  overalls.

bio.    hauntshq.