“I have a drouth.”

“Time to wrap myself up in a few layers and get the fire built.”

“Not until after my dinner.” She grinned at him, flashing too many teeth. Although, not quite as many as he had. “The mischief will guide us, eh?” Magic was like that sometimes. What goes around comes back around and all that.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓵𝓮𝔂@laladreaming.bsky.social · 4w ago

Something magical happened, something that never really happened. And it was sparkles shining in his eyes. “I might just fucking kiss you.” “Oh, I’m one hundred fuckin’ percent eating their priceless garbage”

“By rage room do you mean break into some rich twat’s house and break their stuff and maybe eat them?”

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓵𝓮𝔂@laladreaming.bsky.social · 4w ago

“Fuck yeah, I’m down with that! Goddamn rich people shit like that…you know, I think I’ll eat them too. All ironic then or some shit.” “Wanna go to a rage room?”

“Plate smashing levels of destruction.” “Fancy plates.” “The kind with wee, fancy flowers painted on them.”

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓵𝓮𝔂@laladreaming.bsky.social · 4w ago

-Rob- “If that isn’t my fuckin’ life in a nutshell. What kind of problem? Like, how violent are we talking?”

“Mibbe that’s why I’ve been crabbit these past few days. I’m thirsting for a drink of blood.”

“Is it, aye?” “That’s no tae say that ye cannae bleed, eh?” And a soft little growl It had been a while since she’d given into her desires.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊.@theoccultdrifter.bsky.social · 4w ago

"Don't ye threaten me with fun and games, missy, it's hard to make us Shadows bleed"

“Unless we’re tearing out yer throat.” A grin.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊.@theoccultdrifter.bsky.social · 4w ago

"Ye faes, always so charmin'..."

“Good boy.”

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊.@theoccultdrifter.bsky.social · 4w ago

"Couldn't agree more, ma'am."

Just seems like a waste. Dribbling it into a glass.

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐊.@theoccultdrifter.bsky.social · 4w ago

Lurker agrees with her.

“I like some blood, anaw.” “Straight from the throat though, I don’t know why you’d drink it from a glass.”

"I don't need your help!" a blind witch from A Discovery of Witches sees folks via their energy/magic weaver - maker of spells fiercely independent sassy into the #TARDIS

When is he not going through it? She eyes him, then dishes out a bowl of stew, and finds a bottle of some amber liquid from somewhere. It’ll burn his throat, but that doesn’t usually stop him. “Here. Eat.” The bowl and bottle are passed over. -

Geralt (PARODY)@angywitcherguy.bsky.social · 4w ago

He'll limp over, looking like he'd been through the wringer more than once. A soft grunt is let out as he sits down nearby against the trunk of a tree.

Around with a fire going and a pot of stew bubbling away. Like she’d been waiting for him. “Join me, Witcher.”

Geralt (PARODY)@angywitcherguy.bsky.social · 4w ago

Geralt wonders if @faeotheisles.bsky.social is around?

“Witcher.” A wicked grin.

If Ailsa ever finds out that the Auld Git has harmed both of her wee pals, there’s going to be trouble.

“I don’t like the state all this has you in. What has that man done to you?” This is why she hated the Steward’s sort. She knew them too well. Had once, long ago, lived under their rule and suffered at their whims. “You seem hungry. Are you hungry?”

pippin took / rp account@peregrinusfool.bsky.social · last mo.

Pippin breathes a sigh of relief. He bows in his haste and nervousness too, since he’s been bowing so often since coming to Gondor. “Thank you my lady… I — I will vouch for you, if you get into trouble! But please… I don’t wish to see you in trouble.”

Ever heard a raven laugh? It’s a deep, quick series of ‘haw haw haw’s. With a few more flaps of her wings. But the Fae isn’t hanging around to be trapped in a room if the foolish old man remembers that windows can be closed. She takes flight, soaring out the window, still cawing. Still laughing.

DENETHOR. // rp account@kinglysteward.bsky.social · last mo.

“N-no!!” The fearful old man yells terribly, scared witless of ill portents. He gathers up his robes, yelling for the guards once again. “Boromir would not let this happen! Go back to Mithrandir and tell him I have no need of his tricks, foul beast!”

"I need a stiff drink."

She snorted out her breath, letting it turn to a growl. “Cruel and stupid.” The words were spat. “The worst combination in someone with a hint of power.” But she’d not make her Hobbit-friend suffer because she had a hangover. “Awrite… I’ll no eat him. For your sake.”

pippin took / rp account@peregrinusfool.bsky.social · last mo.

"I know! I know how strong you are," Pippin agrees, his voice starting to shake in desperation. "B-but that is the Steward! And I have sworn my loyalty to him recently. Gandalf thinks he will help us still... but I fear he may be cruel."

Worse than a witch. Much, much worse. The raven bounced from foot to foot, head darting to watch the old man. A glance at the window, over to the door. Ravens can talk. They can mimic speech and sounds just as well as a parrot. And the Fae-Raven could hold entire conversations. -

DENETHOR. // rp account@kinglysteward.bsky.social · last mo.

Denethor cried out as he was pushed back, toppling over as easily as a leaf pushed by a child. He cowers as the raven appears, his fear growing. It must be an ill omen, for a girl to turn into a bird....! "Witch!" he hisses, then unsteadily rises. "GUARDS! GUARDS! Come quick! Where are my sons?!" +

There was no warning from her, no dance of magic or anything else. Just a leap. One moment there was a woman, the next it was a wolf that jumped at him. Two front pas upon his chest to knock him back. And before he had a chance to react to that, black wings swept at his faces -

DENETHOR. // rp account@kinglysteward.bsky.social · last mo.

"Then we shall see how you fare after a few nights in the cells. Guards!"

She eyed the Hobbit, her hands on her hips and her face on a scowl. Her mind had brought up old memories from long ago and now she felt a rage bubbling up. “Oh will he, aye? I’ve been locked in a castle dungeon before, ye ken. And I tore it down around those who put me there.”

pippin took / rp account@peregrinusfool.bsky.social · last mo.

"That is the Steward!! Of Gondor, my lady!! He... he is very powerful. He will not hesitate to lock you up!"

“My tongue does as it pleases. And if it feels like committing itself to some wagging of the slanderous nature, then it’ll do just that. No man nor beast will stop it.”

DENETHOR. // rp account@kinglysteward.bsky.social · last mo.

"No. And I would caution you to keep your tongue between your lips, lest you are of a mind to get thrown in the dungeons for slander."

“How?” A beat. “I mean why.” Apparently she’d woken up and chosen violence today.

pippin took / rp account@peregrinusfool.bsky.social · last mo.

"NO NO NO NO. ah. eh. Don't let him hear you say that....!"

“Dunno. You just look like a guy I met once who had his sons fed to him.” “Been eating any meat pies recently?”

DENETHOR. // rp account@kinglysteward.bsky.social · last mo.

"My sons are dearer to me than anything else in this world.... who gave you this ridiculous idea?"

“Should eat the miserable auld git?”

pippin took / rp account@peregrinusfool.bsky.social · last mo.

"Ah, my lady, um..... perhaps you...."

“Is that the old guy who had his sons fed to him?”

She let his horn go and offered him the bottle of wine after taking a mouthful of it. “I suppose it depends on what someone might be grabbing them for.”

— ASPHODEL@theundyingflame.bsky.social · last mo.

Asphodel leaned to the side, almost as if he was used to being grabbed by his horns. "Handlebars. Curious way to call them-"

“It’s woody.” She shrugs, the bottle of wine in one hand and the other reaching to wrap around one of his horns. “I’ve always admired those handlebars of yours. They’re very cleaver, aren’t they?”

— ASPHODEL@theundyingflame.bsky.social · last mo.

"Always the bleedin' cinnamon's fault" Naturally he agrees. It's hard to resist such an invitation, especially coming from the fae.