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“I think you know exactly where...”

     “  Where  ,  Brian   ? ”  // @xeglantine

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it’s admirable, really...

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;;wip of local witch bitch getting sloppy drunk for a gift art piece (someone please take the alcohol away from him)

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;;I’m still mostly over on Diesel, but I’ll be on here today to do the few replies I owe and queue up some things before I head back to the pupper! 

;;howdy! I’m currently cleaning up/revamping my good boy ™ so if you’re interested in small, angry puppers feel free to come and bother diesel. I’m all caught up on this blog (I think) so I’m going to be giving some love to the other blog in the meantime. ciao!

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;;howdy! I’m currently cleaning up/revamping my good boy (tm) so if you’re interested in small, angry puppers feel free to come and bother diesel. I’m all caught up on this blog (I think) so I’m going to be giving some love to the other blog in the meantime. ciao!

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LIKE THIS POST  ♡ for a starter with resident sweetheart selkie, Miss Blanche herself. 

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Based off of @turbobyakuren’s amazing text post on twitter!

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💕 "Happy Birthday, doll.~" 💕

@nymphetcmine

There’s a delighted little chuckle as the witch sips at his drink, gloved finger toying with the straw as he gives Aeva a smile. Was he just... chilling and drinking alone? Don’t worry about it, he was this birthday boy which meant that he could do whatever he wanted! Not that that really stopped him from doing it usually, but... “Aren’t you just precious~? Thank you, darling!”

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*watches the dash and snorts*

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krupnick

Wasn’t his hair so fascinating? Shifting hues with his shifting moods .. she hadn’t seen anything quite like it. Purple fingers drift through the now magenta locks, lifting them and slowly dragging them across the backs of her knuckles, eye cut low as she admires the authenticity of it, and the shade. It’s so soft, too .. so silky. One could never know what to expect from someone as ancient as Briar Rose, what their bodies may be by the time they have reached their triple digits — but the witch takes excellent care of himself, doesn’t he?

His sly compliment earns a deepthroated thrum and a fleeting sensuous leer, and her hand lifting up to be taken. Won’t you help a lady to her feet?

“Let’s go make my boy a man.”

“Yes, yes, yes~! Oh darling, this’ll be so much fun!” Briar happily took hold of Jessica’s hand, helping her up like the gentleman he was before hurrying off to gather a few things. When he returned he was in a completely different outfit, a bag slung over his shoulder and an impish grin on the witch’s face. Dramatically he fishes out a piece of chalk and flaunts his way on over to the door of his shop, looking expectantly towards Jessica as he began to draw out a circle and fill it with some symbols. “Are you ready, mon amie?”

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"Happy Birthday, Brian! I got you that sugar you asked for but uh... you sure this is all you want as a present? Doesn't seem like a lot..." Of course it doesn't, it's a literal box of sugar cubes.

@autipsy​

“What...?” It isn’t until his eyes falls upon the gift that it clicks, a rather deadpan expression taking over the witch’s face. For a moment he seems crestfallen, his attempts to get Kazuki to have even an inkling about what he really meant once again foiled and boiled down into something like, well, this. How fucking literal... There’s a split second where he considers tossing the gift aside and grabbing the other by the shoulders so that he can shake some sense into him, but instead he just laughs. 

“Merci.” The box of sugar cubes is taken graciously, Briar holding it close to his chest as he bends to press a kiss to Kazuki’s cheek in thanks. When he pulls away this time his once bewildered expression is replaced by a look of bemusement and a warm smile, the witch side-stepping the other as he makes his way to the kitchen. “I’m over 700 years old, there isn’t much that I don’t have already. Besides, I’ve already got the best present right here~! Would you like some tea, darling? You can catch me up on what exciting things you’ve been up to lately, Kazuchi.”

He’d never admit it, but part of him is glad that this year he isn’t forgotten. 

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“I may be feeding an impure hunger.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907 (via woolfdaily)

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pwease no speaky!!!! uwu

OWO ????