#𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐌    ———    indie   ,   private   and   highly   selective   𝙼𝙸𝙺𝙰𝙴𝙻𝙰   𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙳   𝚘𝚏   𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳   𝙱𝚈   𝙳𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   .   Heavily   headcanon   based   .   Minors   dni   .   Enchanted   by   Ska   .   Read   rules   before   following   .

                   the   quiet   footsteps   betrayed   only   by   the   rustle   of   leaves   under   her   weight   as   she   strode   through   the   dark   forest   ,   where   the   light   guiding   her   was   only   fireflies   bravely   accompanying   her   on   her   journey   .   the   witch   calmly   led   her   weary   horse   ,   constantly   walking   in   one   direction   ,   knowing   exactly   where   to   go   ;   whispers   of   ghosts   and   phantoms   begging   for   vengeance   for   a   tragedy   that   recently   happened   nearby   ;   yet   her   emerald   eyes   were   still   calm   ,   for   revenge   was   not   her   goal   when   it   was   not   her   war   .

                    the   village   she   had   visited   had   been   sleeping   a   long   time   ago   ,   and   the   remnants   of   the   house   fires   that   glowed   behind   the   dirty   windows   glowed   again   as   the   young   witch   passed   by   .   she   felt   this   aura   more   and   more   strongly   ,   this   sadness   and   despair   ;   she   left   her   horse   in   front   of   the   inn   and   opened   the   locked   door   as   if   no   lock   existed   there   .   her   heart   skipped   a   beat   as   she   saw   what   she   was   about   to   see   ;   the   person   all   the   ghosts   whispered   about   ,   and   the   one   who   survived   .                     ❝   i   know   breaking   in   is   very   rude   of   me   ,   but   let   the   stranger   have   a   word   with   you   ❞                     the   freckled   face   with   a   mysterious   smile   was   directed   at   the   girl   who   ,   in   her   opinion   ,   looked   like   a   pile   of   misfortunes   and   tears   ;   she   felt   that   family   blood   ,   she   felt   something   in   it   that   she   had   .                     ❝   bonnie   ,   right   ?   ❞

@sanguisms​       ♥     for   little  starter ( accepting !   )

                     Moving   on   was   hard   while   time   was   standing   still   here   .   It   was   hard   for   her   to   choke   out   those   bloody   words   that   stung   her   throat   ;   Mikaela   was   not   like   the   others   and   her   mistakes   affected   not   only   her   but   also   others   .   Thousands   of   thoughts   rattled   in   her   head   ,   making   her   dizzy   ;   a   quiet   sigh   and   the   first   words   escaped   her   lips   slowly   .   

                     ❝   Sometimes   I   think   that   I      .   .   .   treat   myself   too   harshly   ,   but   then   I   remember   what   I'm   here   for   .   Don’t   you   feel   trapped   sometimes   ,   but   in   the   trap   you      .   .   .   I   don't   know   ,   you've   created   yourself   ?   ❞                     Red   curls   fell   sadly   over   his   freckled   face   as   sorrow   in   the   emerald   eyes   flowed   in   tears   to   her   flushed   cheeks   .   The   flames   of   the   fire   licked   her   pale   hands   delicately   ,   but   she   didn't   feel   as   if   they   were   burning   her   .   Pensive   ,   she   wanted   to   continue   ,   but   it   was   hard   to   break   .   There   wasn't   time   for   that   yet   .                     ❝   Sometimes   it's   all   too   much   for   me   .   I   don't   know   how   much   blood   is   on   my   hands   and   I   don't   think   I   want   to   know   .   I   feel   like   I’m   stuck   in   a   war   ,   you   feel   me   ?   Ah   ,   I   know   it   sounds…   dumb   .   ❞

@mxshtyx​    .     continuation   .

                    a   soft   growl   escaped   her   lips   immediately   as   he   approached   her   ;   the   instincts   of   the   animals   that   she   had   anchored   in   her   mind   came   out   ,   hiding   the   terror   that   was   feeding   on   her   shedding   blood   .   was   there   still   hope   ?   the   flesh   and   blood   around   said   no   ,   but   her   heart   was   still   beating   ;   she   was   still   alive   .   the   keen   emerald   eyes   looked   boldly   at   the   enemy   ,   wanting   to   see   something   human   in   him   ;   but   apart   from   his   charming   face   ,   he   had   nothing   human   in   his   soul   ,   and   she   felt   it   .   after   all   ,   she   still   had   a   chance   .   at   least   she   thought   so   .

                    ❝   don't   you   dream   of   freedom      .   .   ?   ❞                     she   asked   suddenly   as   if   the   question   were   the   answer   to   his   question   on   which   her   life   depended   .   the   innocent   lamb   thus   bowed   to   the   wolf   ,   sacrificing   its   body   ,   its   knowledge   of   this   place   which   was   more   precious   than   the   thousands   of   lives   and   screams   that   were   buried   here   .   it   was   easier   to   lie   ,   knowing   that   freedom   wasn't   something   that   would   satisfy   a   man   .   unless   it   would   benefit   him   .   will   it   all   be   worth   the   risk   ?                     ❝   wouldn't   you   like   to   see   the   sun   ?   listen   ,   i   can   make   you   more   than   just   someone's   weapon   .   ❞

@powpowder​      met   a   witch   !        ↳   ✉       Places a firelight in her hair :)

                    shy   witch   noises   .   she   had   not   expected   such   a   charming   and   innocent   gesture   from   them   ;   although   is   it   really   such   an   innocent   gesture   ?   after   a   brief   but   careful   reflection   ,   however   ,   mikaela   trusted   jinx   that   they   had   no   evil   intentions      (   this   time   at   least   !   )      ,   and   smiled   warmly   ,   her   eyes   sparkling   with   a   joyful   glitter   of   gratitude   ;   ah   ,   of   course   the   witch   will   not   leave   such   a   charming   gift   without   anything   in   return   !

                    it   looked   like   an   ordinary   street   magician's   trick   ,   but   much   more   spectacular   in   its   simple   way   .   certainly   more   personal   and   heartfelt   .   mikaela   stretched   her   thin   hand   to   jinx's   white   hair   ,   brushing   the   unruly   fringe   from   her   eyes   ,   golden   dust   settling   on   their   hair   ;   all   around   smelled   of   wild   lilac   ,   which   overshadowed   the   stale   air   around   .   did   this   place   still   remember   the   smell   of   flowers   ?                     the   tiny   seed   that   mika   had   hidden   in   their   hair   suddenly   bloomed   ,   decorating   their   tousled   braids   with   tiny   lilac   flowers   ,   the   light   purple   of   which   blended   beautifully   with   the   lunar   whiteness   of   their   unusual   hair   .   at   least   according   to   the   witch   .                     ❝   you   look   good   with   flowers   .   hope   you're   not   allergic   ,   right   ?   oh   please   tell   me   you’re   not   allergic   ❞                     she   whispered   ,   taking   her   hand   away   and   looking   at   the   fine   work   of   art   she   had   created   .

@wiredsmile​   met   a   witch   !        ↳   ✉       “   I don’t want to pry, but.. I want you to know I also want to listen, if you want someone to talk to.   ”

                    the   blue   fire   from   the   totem   warming   her   scarred   hands   was   a   little   hope   for   better   things   to   come   .   hidden   in   the   shadows   ,   she   felt   comfortable   despite   the   fact   that   beside   her   there   was   a   person   who   should   have   hurt   her   ;   however   ,   as   it   turns   out   ,   not   everyone   here   is   hungry   for   blood   ,   not   everyone   here   wants   to   serve   .   or   at   least   that   was   her   impression   ,   and   mikaela's   heart   either   confirmed   it   or   deceived   her   .   emerald   eyes   looked   at   the   charming   face   of   the   girl   ,   feeling   that   her   words   ,   despite   this   shyness   ,   are   very   sincere   .   intentions   -   something   that   distinguishes   us   from   monsters   ,   liars   and   villains   ,   something   that   is   hard   to   disguise   .   because   the   eyes   never   lie   .

                    a   soft   sigh   that   replaced   more   than   a   thousand   words   escaped   from   the   mouth   of   the   witch   ,   who   felt   helpless   ,   felt   like   a   lamb   close   to   slaughter   ;   she   doubted   whether   her   decision   to   come   here   was   too   hasty   ,   or   whether   she   would   be   able   to   handle   it   .   tears   welled   up   in   her   eyes   as   she   thought   about   the   future   ;   or   ,   rather   ,   the   lack   of   it   ,   because   all   that   could   await   her   was   darkness   .                     ❝   tell   me   ,   susie      .   .   .   wouldn't   you   want   to   be      .   .   .   i   don't   know      .   .   .   free   again   ?   ❞

What are you , gay ? You want holding hands huh ? Is that what you want ???

𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚅𝚂.   𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁   aka   two   gremlins

stolen   from   :   @baseviolence   ♥