HECK IT. This Is A Straight Up Starter Call For My Witch / Magic / Fantasy Verse. I’m Craving Stuff

nightiingaled‌  /  kit.

❤️ for a starter || @kienokoru​

Rage. It does not make her, it does not become her. Or so she tries to remind herself. But it does exist, in abundance. A river running deep within her veins, deeper than pain, deeper than the nanites. Or was it SORROW?

❝ I hate them! I hate them ! I hate — ❞

Loud bangs echo over her shrieks in the derelict hangar, fists making contact with steel. Steel bends under the burden of her force and crimson splatters like paint in her wake. Again and again, Kit’s rage stained the steel, a masterpiece of emotion and fear.

Behind all the violence, another sound — footsteps. Blinded with rage, Kit launches loose debris at the intruder with a warning wail.

  while he’s not certain what he’s expecting to come across as he tracks down the source of the loud noises, he knows it can’t be GOOD. of this, shiro grows more certain with each step closer, with each increase in volume as he closes in. of course, he’s proven right as he enters the hangar and his gaze finds kit. ---kit, dented steel, and RED spread across it.

     “ whoa whoa whoa, hey--- ”  pace quickening in an instant, he only pauses to dodge out of the way of the thrown debris.  “ kit, hey--- ”

he knows he has to be careful. anyone in such an emotionally volatile state can be potentially dangerous, but kit can be that much more so if she chooses to be. that said, shiro tosses concern for himself out the window and, once he reaches her, he GRASPS for her hands. it’s part to prevent her from causing herself more damage, and part an effort to ground her, to bring her back to the moment. touch always helps him when he has his own episodes, so he hopes it’ll do the same for her.

     “ kit, ”  he starts again, tone gentler but still with enough FORCE to hopefully reach her.  “ kit, look at me. ”

15 ASSOCIATIONS

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character to with each question.

Animal:  wolf Colour:  silver, black, white, & purple Month:  april Song:   champion by fob & my blood by 21p Number:  11 Day or night:  night Plant:   european monkshood ( aconitum variegatum ) Smells:  sweat, green tea, ozone Gemstone:  star garnite, tektite Season:  spring Place:  space  ( that counts, right? ) Food:  tonkatsu, macaroni & cheese Astrological sign:  pisces Element(s):  air, aether Drink:  obnoxiously sweet coffee

tagged by: @tosparkle & @grimesucker​ i think?? it’s been a while lmf ;;; tagging: steal it, kids

i need to do some grinding on my apex battlepass but after that i’m gonna try to write, focusing probs here, @forplikte​, & @nokkiru​,,

All I ever wanted to do      Was some good in this world           And I did try                God did I try.

Pain changes people, it makes them trust less, overthink more, and shut people out.

WITCH AU.

born a rare space witch, shiro spent the first many years of his life learning and developing his magic & potential. even after the passing of his mother put him in an orphanage at the age of 11, he kept practicing, knowing it would have been what she’d wanted. 

while out searching for some herbs for a particular ritual one evening, shiro found himself distracted as he listened to the planets & the stars - and most importantly, the full moon. lost in the sounds of the universe, he was unsuspectingly attacked by a couple of werewolves. the scene was gruesome; blood was everywhere as he was tugged at from either side by the both of them, as they clawed and bit, and attempted to drag him off. at some point during the horror, the boy fell unconscious in combination from shock and blood loss, thus he was unable to witness the beasts being scared off by an unknown entity, leaving him behind in a limp, bleeding heap.

when consciousness found him again, shiro was in an unfamiliar home rather than the dark woods. he was cleaned up, and many of his wounds had been healed to some degree. he had been found in the middle of the night by the earth shaman dox, who had brought him back to his cabin and taken care of him. though nothing could be done to bring back the arm which had been lost during the moments he was the rope in a game of tug o’ war between two giant wolves, dox had been able to heal all of his wounds at least to the point that they were no longer bleeding. over many days, he would be able to continue to heal the injuries until they were nothing but scars.

while initially he stays with the shaman simply to heal, dox invites him to stay rather than return to the orphanage. already at an age where they were bound to kick him out to live on his own at any point anyway, being seventeen, it’s all the more reason to accept. it also feels safer to him to keep himself in the middle of the woods, near as few people as possible, now that he’s been passed the curse of those who attacked him.

thus, shiro joins dox in a semi-hermit lifestyle, assisting the shaman in his work and coming to terms with his new state of being. the curse of a werewolf suppresses the magic of a witch bitten, so shiro has lost access to everything he’s spent so much of his life developing and skills that he would use regularly. with time, he becomes more well-adjusted to things. he comes to like most aspects of his life with dox, and learns a great deal from him - even begins to slowly regain some of his own magic with his help.

I just wrote & lost a whole long post about this but. basically I went to ovw to try to have some fun bc my day is hard sucking and instead the one game I play, I'm focused LIKE THIS all game and my team doesn't fucking notice.

@grimesucker​.   ( x )

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@criticalebwidogast​.  (x)

           there’s an amount of HESITANCE in accepting the assistance— this , a STRANGER , & one that exudes a certain CHARGED aura - the sort of air of a being to which there’s more than meets the eye ;

                                                          ( he rolled an 18 on his insight check. )

STILL, there’s a nod of APPRECIATION as the wizard is freed from the vines that made to GRASP at his legs , the vegetation falling limply aside under the ministrations of the white-haired young man - the foliage obeys without RESISTANCE , it would seem , leaving KEEN MIND to wonder towards the strangers relationship with the sentience of the forest .

                                                   “ i do not mean to aggravate the flora - ”

                                                   ( it was just that he rolled a 5 on his dex save— )

                                                   “ - are these woods under YOUR care ?”

  no one MEANS to aggravate the flora, it’s just something that happens in dox’s forest; particularly to strangers with a clear magical aura about them. lucky for dox’s plants  ( and this stranger )  that he was around to INTERVENE before there was more reason for aggravation on either side.

     “ mine? no. i mean, not really. ”  standing once the vines have simply fallen back to the forest floor with no fight, shiro takes a step back, allowing the other some space.  “ i just help. ”

rather than elaborate further on that, he offers a smile  ---  friendly, if a bit SHEEPISH  ---  and rubs at the back of his neck.

     “ i don’t have any control over the plants or anything but they, uhm. they trust me. ”

*chucking canon out the door* AND STAY OUT