knitting and teacups

magic is real you fools it happens when you make your friends smile

@deadrosesuggestion

What do you know about your OC that they don’t know yet? When do they figure these things out?

They are, as previously mentioned, short, punkish, and wearing a dark blue hoodie that looks well-loved, putting it nicely. Every so often, they stumble over a twig or rock and manage to avoid falling with some… blue lightning? that comes out of their palms and sets them upright. Obviously not used to being the woods that much, but also not completely a city-slicker.

“Whoa,” Blitz says, despite himself, impressed by the blue lightning. He steps closer, “Hey dude sup with the lightning?”

The lightning-wielder in question whirls around and shoves their hands in their pocket. “What lightning?”

“The magic you were just using,” Blitz gives them a Look as if to say “you can’t fool me”

“Oh, y’know,” He laughs, “You learn some things as you go. Doin’ a stint as a chaotic ghost can teach you a lot. How about you?”

“Ah, you know how it is,” they say with a grin, despite themself. “One day you’re going inside an abandoned building and the next thing you know you’re in a witch’s shop. Can you do any magic yourself?”

“That’s fucking cool dude,” He nods, “No magic for me, not that I know of anyway. I guess one day I might like, catch fire or something??”

They raised an eyebrow. “Just, like, spontaneously? Or like on purpose?”

“Honestly no idea!!” Blitz shrugs, “I hear that strong emotions can influence magic use so I guess we’ll see?”

They nod. “You hear right. Whatcha doing out in these woods anyway, former-ghost? D’you die here?”

“Oh no! I live here,” He smiles, wide and excited, “Out back a ways is my place. How ‘bout you?”

“I live with another witch. She’s cool. I was in these woods a few months back for vampire reasons and I decided to come back for fun and to see how long I could walk around before finding something interesting.” They look him up and down. “I think I found something interesting. What’s your name, anyway?”

Your muse just caught mine doing something dangerous! Send “What were you thinking?!” to scold them

A head tilt, an eyebrow raise, and Annie’s poking her head around the corner to see what, exactly, is going on. 

A large creature with six legs, mounds of fur, scales, colors, and wildness turns its head out of the fridge, food caked on its fur around its mouth. It stares at the witch with eyes of amythests quizzically.

She takes a startled half-step backwards, and then a step and a half forwards. “Writer? Is that you?”

It approaches her in one step, giving her a small sniff. It’s eyes widen in recognition, and then it lays down at her feet looking up at her like a begging dog.

Annie can’t help but giggle. “You’re always adorable as a monster, my darling.” She sits down and decides to give the creature’s fur some pets, and then hesitantly also pets the scaley bits.

A purr as deep as a lions emminates from her, her eyes closing, finally relaxing under the familiar touch of a loved one.

The purr is not surprising, but she does blink a moment before continuing her petting of the creature’s head. “What happened to you this time, teacup? More trickster spirits?”

She groans, displaying a set of sharp fangs for a brief moment before lazily rolling onto her side. Her head nuzzling into the affectionate touches.

She grins, rubs the creature’s belly like a dog. “How long is this gonna be for, my love? A few days? Do you want to break the curse? You seem pretty happy to me like this.”

A head tilt, an eyebrow raise, and Annie’s poking her head around the corner to see what, exactly, is going on. 

A large creature with six legs, mounds of fur, scales, colors, and wildness turns its head out of the fridge, food caked on its fur around its mouth. It stares at the witch with eyes of amythests quizzically.

She takes a startled half-step backwards, and then a step and a half forwards. “Writer? Is that you?”

It approaches her in one step, giving her a small sniff. It’s eyes widen in recognition, and then it lays down at her feet looking up at her like a begging dog.

Annie can’t help but giggle. “You’re always adorable as a monster, my darling.” She sits down and decides to give the creature’s fur some pets, and then hesitantly also pets the scaley bits.

A purr as deep as a lions emminates from her, her eyes closing, finally relaxing under the familiar touch of a loved one.

The purr is not surprising, but she does blink a moment before continuing her petting of the creature’s head. “What happened to you this time, teacup? More trickster spirits?”

A head tilt, an eyebrow raise, and Annie’s poking her head around the corner to see what, exactly, is going on. 

A large creature with six legs, mounds of fur, scales, colors, and wildness turns its head out of the fridge, food caked on its fur around its mouth. It stares at the witch with eyes of amythests quizzically.

She takes a startled half-step backwards, and then a step and a half forwards. “Writer? Is that you?”

It approaches her in one step, giving her a small sniff. It’s eyes widen in recognition, and then it lays down at her feet looking up at her like a begging dog.

Annie can’t help but giggle. “You’re always adorable as a monster, my darling.” She sits down and decides to give the creature’s fur some pets, and then hesitantly also pets the scaley bits.

A head tilt, an eyebrow raise, and Annie’s poking her head around the corner to see what, exactly, is going on. 

A large creature with six legs, mounds of fur, scales, colors, and wildness turns its head out of the fridge, food caked on its fur around its mouth. It stares at the witch with eyes of amythests quizzically.

She takes a startled half-step backwards, and then a step and a half forwards. “Writer? Is that you?”