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Despite not having children of her own, Hekate had plenty children on earth, those who chose to go the path of witchcraft, those gifted by her to use the powers of the earth and universe for the good. Many would fall onto the dark side of magic, turned away from nature and from her, worshiping other creatures, an unfortunate happening. But then there were lovely children like the one before her that brought a delicate smile to her lips and dainty hands to ghost over her cheeks as she set foot before her. “Jessica Kringle. The little girl in her big cowboy hat. I remember you, child, what are you here to ask of me?” The whole video game/boss fighting went above the goddess’ head as she brushed back her long, light hair as it shimmered in the moonlight, floated a bit even as if Selene would not wish to let her go yet. “Do you wish to hurt the villagers or have you come to me to seek for answers to not follow that dark path?”
She had subconsciously reached for that cowboy hat of hers as she took a couple of more steps forward. The voice sounded familiar, though it was vague, and Jessie couldn't begin to understand if it was something of the past or something from within. Magic, was obviously something she didn't understand. Positioning the bandanna at her throat, she attempted to cover the witches mark in comfort, though it appeared that Hekate knew of her. Was there any point in hiding it? Jessie blinked in confusion at the final words of the goddess. "You remember little old me?" There was a blush at her cheeks as she shyly kicked at a scuff of the ground with her polished cowboy boots. " I could never hurt those poor villagers, and I could never ask for anymore than I could chew. I think I was just traveling for a bit of confidence-that's all. Could you teach me?"
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1, 14, 17, 20, 35, 43, 45, 54, 64, 66 // North
[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked[ trail ] my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine[ jump ] my muse holding yours up by their thighsFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || CLOSED
𝕡𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
[ nude ] my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked[ trail ] my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine
Young Jessie was oblivious to the sounds of a window opened and closed. She was always the last to eat, last to sleep and this instance last to bathe. With her brothers tucked in safely and their father passed out in the stables far away to harm any, she’d taken a couple of extra minutes to soothe her drying, withered, tired, yet young skin. The bubbles had lost their magic minutes ago, the warmth had faded hours ago, her finger tips were prune-y and she found herself softly meditating to the sounds of silence.
She held onto it as long as she could before leaping out of the farm tub and wrapping herself with a towel, though the uncomfortable sound from the corner of the room had her spinning in fear. AN INTRUDER! Though the sparkling eyes of Kris Kringle kept her from screaming on the top of her lungs. Furrowed worried eyebrows were misplaced with a blush in her cheeks as she tried her best to cover up. “Kris!!” It was spoken in a whisper shout as he emerged from the corner. “Wh-what are you doing here?” She tried her hardest to avoid his gaze, yet his eyes were on the spot on her neck that was uncovered.
It wasn’t until later when she was fully clothed snuggled safely in her favorite set of arms that he’d asked as his fingertips softly traced that birth mark of hers, “Does it hurt?” He asked to which she supplied a simple answer, “Not me, no. It hurts my daddy more than it ever could hurt me.”
𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually[ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose
She loved marriage. She loved love. She loved the feelings of both certainty and uncertainty as she stared into that new husbands eyes. She loved knowing that no matter what happened, she had him, and he had her and there was nothing that could challenge that for a million years to come.
She loved the new amount of kisses he could freely give her. She loved the way he could make her toes curl. She loved the new expressions of love they explored together. She loved the shade of red that colored the rosy cheeks which she could incite with a single movement. How quickly it could escalate from reading together a couple of inches apart on a set of hand carved furniture, to swinging a leg over his lap and taking her favorite position.
Fingertips began to graze his chin first, to establish a playful though naughty set of eye contact. They’d soon travel down a his chest as she leaned in for a whisper, “Say the magic words, Hot Gandalf.”
–Only to stop at a waistband. After a flood of giggles, however, she couldn’t continue to feign this set of confidence, and went to boop his nose before a chaste forehead kiss.
𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪
[ caught ] for your muse to catch my muse wearing their shirt [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine[ jump ] my muse holding yours up by their thighs
He’d threatened to catch her and put her on the naughty list for her crimes, though she wore that flannel shirt with pride as she ran through that ranch home. A cocky grin spread across her face as she heaved and weaved. She dodged furniture, and elves, and yeti’s and letters from boys and girls from all over. The elves only added to the hysteria as she giggled a melody of giggles. She was losing her breath, but the chase was on. And the memories of the age old games of cops and robbers made her feel young again.
She hurled one of those cookies she’d baked at his head. “You’ll never catch me alive, Sheriff !” My how the turntables turned !! And my how she loved playing the bad guy for once!! “I’m here to avenge my brother! How dare you lock him up for his petty crimes when there are much evil villains out there, like, I, DIRTY DIANA INFAMOUS THIEF OF FLANNELS!!”
He’d cornered her, she’d run out of ammo, and nearly her breath as giggles continued to escape. "Looks like you’re caught between a rock and a hard place!!“ He’d issued, though she had other things in mind.
"Oh, yeah?!!” She challenged as she hurled herself into his arms like one of those spider monkeys from Oz.
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[ hit ] - jessie and sunny
[ hit ] for your muse to attack mineFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || CLOSED
“HECK NO, YOU DON’T!!”
The sheriff of the North Pole had taken a branch from one of those oak trees, and pulled on the reigns of that trusty steed of hers. Typically a warning shot would be imposed on any offenders of the night with a single pistol. Smoke would fill the air and she’d gather a temporary high of both disarming those evil-doers and saving the day. However, the movements of the other had merged and blurred with that of the poor male victim she’d hovered over.
“YOU LEAVE THAT POOR MAN ALONE!!”
Swinging the branch just in time to connect with that ghoulish woman, she was under the impression that it was enough to cause the offender to fall in the snow. Yet, she was the only one falling off of her own horse due to the misplacement of force. As she gathered herself with a crown of dazzling stars in her peripherals she placed herself rather foolishly between the huntress and the hunted. Instinctively, she reached for that holster on her hip as she readied her shot, “Hands up where I can see them and start picking on someone you’re own– “
As her eyes fell upon the familiar face her thoughts invaded her speech, “Oh, CRAP ON A FIDDLE, am I really about to arrest Susanne Ricci?!”
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[ weep ] : sally + jess ( oop )
[ weep ] for your muse to catch mine cryingFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || CLOSED
She heard the wailing of the banshee from miles away, though given the despair as it carried in the wind, anyone would have. Finding Sally alone in the snow was one thing but the look on that poor girl’s face had Jessie fuming as she fussed over hot cocoa. Her thoughts immediately went to a wedding she had trouble approving of, and a bony skeleton man that could be crushed with strong enough hands. Phil, she thought, she had to get Phil on board. She sighed, “There, there Sally.”
She tried to calm her with a pipping hot mug of hot chocolate topped with about a dozen marshmallows, though a pull at her smile had her reconsidering the choice for the banshee with a hankering for brains. “Now look at me assuming this stuff would begin to calm you. It’s a silly habit isn’t it?”
Taking an extra fleece throw, she covered the poor girl’s shoulders before disappearing back into the kitchen for something that would be a better fit for a banshee battling with heartache. “ Leftover Pinot from Girl’s Night ought to do the trick, don’t you think?”
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[ drunk ] : doc + jess ( he doesn’t know better, the man in the moon is a naive man child fhdhd )
[ drunk ] your muse takes care of my very drunk museFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || CLOSED
A very drunken giggle was issued from her as she turned the corner back to their kitchen table. The mischievous cackling of the sound suggested that a witch was in the room, though a fond friend nonetheless. The man in the moon, a gentleman of guidance and counselor of all things wonder, fun, memory, hope, dream and in particular to her center: friendship.
“If this is a test of our friendship, I have to remind you,” she spoke to the snoring man with his head against the table. He’d long since passed out, “That I said what I said. When it comes to family moonshine, I will drink anyone under the table.”
She shook her head in pity before calling over her shoulder for both her husband and Phil to help carry Doc into the spare bedroom for more rest.
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Not many dared call her. Many dedicated witches built shrines for her, they prayed, they sacrificed, but a direct call was a rarity even with her popularity among the occult practicing. But once called upon with a prayer, the goddess listened closely, close to their wish. In the distance at first, it was like an echo in the darkness as the moonlight flooded the earth in its divine light. “You called upon me.” Like a ghost she took form, moving through the light of the moon, slowly taking shape before she stood before them, tall and mighty, hair flowing in the wind- “Tell me and I shall see if you are worthy, my child.”
She peaked her head out, weary footsteps and clunky boots stuck in their spot. A weary brow decorated her features, though she was hopeful those wrinkles were hidden atop that cowboy hat of hers. With her book bag clung to her shoulders, she thought it best to protect her spell book, in case she'd called upon the wrong person. "How-howdy, there." It was the most insecure greeting she'd spoken in almost 2000 years. "It's just little old me, Mrs. Claus, here, looking for some guidance on how to not set villages on fire with my fingertips !! Please don’t tell me this is one of those video game moments where I have to defeat the final boss."
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[ tied ] your muse tying my muse down lestat x jessica
[ tied ] your muse tying my muse down FROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || OPEN
“THOSE TRAPS WERE FOR THE POLAR BEARS!!”
Jessie stomped the heel of her boots in the soft crunchy snow, as her arms fell across her chest. “The heck are you doing trespassing in these parts anyhow?” The poncho she was wearing was flapping in the cold winter wind, that would likely suggest an incoming winter storm. She groaned in frustration, “What am I supposed to do with you?”
And, yes she was ignoring a very sassy comment about her outfit, to which she reacted with an eye roll. Behind her she’d dragged a bunch of rope, though tying up a vampire with a mouth, was likely going to be a lot worse than her initial plans.
“Just hold still.”
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[ nightmare ] - jessie and rowan
[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmareFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || OPEN
She could hear the rustlings of newspapers or perhaps they were scratches on brick in the fireplace. At first she thought it was an elf, because, that’s typically what’s creating all the noises of the night. While Kris found their behavior endearing, Jessie held a candle up to her eye to light her way in the middle of that night. And yes, she was on the way to kicking those little rascals out to the stables where the reindeer slept. Instead, eyes fell upon the distressed raccoon, wrapped tightly in a blanket. There were sounds of whimpers at first, then screeching sounds, until finally her tiny little legs began squirming under the fleece with no place to go.
The dream must have been awful, since it was enough to cause the poor girl to shift in her sleep and awaken the rest of the house with a blood curdling scream. “Hey, now, “ Jessie’s calm voice tried to bring Rowan out of her nightmare, but the tears on Rowan’s face told Jessie to put that candle away and pull the girl in her arms. “It was just a nightmare, Rowan. It wasn’t real.”
Making certain she was warm and safe, she held the poor girl close, rocking her in her arms, and assuring her every so often, “You don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t want to. Just know I’m here, and I’ll fight every one of those bad dreams for you. You’re safe, okay?”
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[ braid ] jessie + sally !
[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hairFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || CLOSED
She held back her sniffles to the best of her ability in between soft comments and tender fingertips pulling strands from every direction. It was an honor to braid Sally’s hair, especially on her big day. She had a wedding veil to account for, and a new crown after that to be placed on that nest of braids. Jessie couldn’t feel anymore proud, “ Your hair is softer than the stack of hay on my head. You’ll have to tell me your secrets.” Her lip trembled as she pieced together a couple of more plaits and fastened them with a couple of pins and elastics.
She couldn’t thank Sally enough for sharing the moment with her. It both broke her heart and elevated it to true joy. Taking the hand mirror located on the nearby chest of drawers she showed Sally her handy work. “ I always hoped I’d be there for my daughter on her wedding day.” With her fingertips, she twirled a couple of the bride’s bangs for extra framing of her face, “You look beautiful, Sally.”
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[ sing ] : jessie & zed .
[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mineFROM : SEND A # 1-69 FOR A NONVERBAL INTERACTION || OPEN
“Sing you to sleep?” Jessie scratched her head, as she eyed that hammock of the forest. The leaves and branches were making her heartbeat palpitate to the tunes of worry and fear. Though the tinkerer had assured her that it was safe to sleep in. But to her stubbornness she couldn’t agree to that notion. There was no way that boy would sleep safely up there. And what if he turned in the middle of the night? There was nothing to keep him securely in that makeshift tree bed. She puffed some air out of her lungs, “Only if you promise me you’ll add a couple of security measures to that nook.”
Crossing her arms over her chest she began. The voice of the choir girl was long gone and raspy, though hopefully comforting with a homey twang nonetheless, “ Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. Next year all our troubles will be out of sight “
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corrivatio-witch:
“ well, “ it wasn’t quite what she had expected, this outcome, had hoped by leaving her little gifts for the guardian a better reaction would have occurred than their last encounter wherein he was still in order with his emotions and didn’t let the feeling behind his eyes boil over. the first package had been a wing, the witch loved his wings, a pretty light blue with an overcast grey and shifting shades like a kaleidoscope at different angles. faeries truly were captivating, weren’t they? parting with her newly acquired prize by the hand of an employee ( whose services she’d definitely reward for this ) had been an issue to be addressed at a later date, as she did have other pairs of wings to occupy her hands with. getting them back would be simple.
yubaba’s hand rose into the air and made a zipping motion, straight line over the womans’ lips preventing her from opening it up and shouting more threats or babble. she needed quiet so she could plan her next action accordingly; “ you are kris’s wife right? jessica I think it was….” their names left her lips casually, like the three were close friends or closely acquainted despite that being far from the case. “ you see this bottle beside me? the withering things within? one was meant as a parting gift for your husband but I’m sure the two of us can work something out instead right? “ the line was zipped backward, releasing the spell on her lips.
She wasn't done talking, and she wasn't done issuing threats. In fact, she was in the middle of hurling yet another slew of insults involving huge noses and wrinkled skin before she was muzzled. There was nothing she hated more than being told she couldn't speak her mind. Years of having her own voice stifled had her stubbornly muttering those comments still. Words bumbled against an invisible zipper as Yubaba spoke, never to be fully heard.
The moment the other witch spoke her husband's name was the moment Jessie tried to launch herself out of that chair for the first time. It was to no avail. The magic had her so tied down that not even a scrape on the floor was heard, since the chair hardly moved.
A gasp fell from her mouth once the zipper released her lips, yet she picked back up where she left off, "YOU GIVE MY HUSBAND HIS WINGS OR SO HELP ME." A second time she tried to throw herself out of that chair, "You've got some ass backwards thinking if you think I'd ever make a deal with you !"
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Cerby waved to the dog. “Greetings fellow canine. I am Cerebrus, the gatekeeper of the Underworld.” Cerebrus laughed as he petted the other. The hellhound turned around happily following the other. “Kale.” He questioned. “Is that the human green plant?” He asked. “Why can’t he just eat cookies?”
“Wait a sec--” She raised her eyebrow at the other. “Gatekeeper of the Underworld?” There was no way they were blazing past that one! “How’d you manage to get a job like that? And... does that mean that you’re the guy the other guys have to get through in order to get in?”
“And yes, you’re right, partner.” She beamed, “That’s exactly what it is, full of nutrients, unlike those darn cookies everyone loves so much which is why they’re on the shopping list.”
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Imaginesfordayss 25 Days of Christmas Challenge
Day 10: Santa, Mrs. Claus, and Jack Frost aesthetic
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This is a final starter call for Jessie , I’ve knocked out everything that was on my list, but if anyone else would like something I don’t mind writing more! I’m doing one muse per mun at your choice/request taken from here ( please denote preferences if you have one )
I totally forgot to post this here I am so sorry!
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@corrivatio-witch || 𝓎𝓊𝒷𝒶𝒷𝒶!; taken from here
👀 / my muses reaction to finding out your muse is their secret santa .
For weeks there had been traces and hints left around their home. They came in forms of little gifts that Kris definitely hadn’t made. She did well to hide them from her husband, she didn’t want to over react. She didn’t want to worry him if she was over thinking things. Due to these instances, she spent a couple of late hours at night patrolling their home. It was hard telling Kris she didn’t want company, even harder lying about the frowns on her face, but she had to believe everything was fine.
Though since the moment Kris finally revealed to her what had happened between the dark witch and himself, she felt as if there were invisible eyes on her. She felt them even more intensely, as the magical buzzing jar came into view. With a hand protectively on her holster, she ventured a couple of cautious steps towards the jar. It was foolish of her to take something so cursed into her hands. But she did anyways, thinking she’d be able to further inspect the single wing in that jar.
A darkened whirl clouded her vision in a billow of blackened and thick smoke. Before she could realize with her sight that she’d been transported to a different realm, her ears were filled with a monstrous cackle from none other than Yubaba herself.
“ YOU GET THIS SMOKE AWAY FROM ME, WITCH. OR I”LL START SHOOTING ALL OVER THIS PLACE.” She tried her best to fight off the smoke, all while reaching for that pistol holster at her hip. “I MEAN IT, I CAN HIT A BULLS-EYE WITH MY EYES CLOSED. I’M NOT SCARED OF THE LIKES OF YOU.” Though her voice suggested so, the expressions on her face told a different, tragic story as she soon found herself tied to a chair by magic much stronger than she could ever be. “MAMA ALWAYS SAID TRAPS ARE FOR HUNTERS AND COWARDS.” She huffed, “THOUGH I SEEN NO DIFFERENCE HERE. UNTIE ME, DEMON !”
#;; & Yubaba || conversations.#// I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT BUT I WENT HOLIDAY HAM PLEASE DONT FEEL THE NEED TO MATCH I-#//MARIO RUNS AND POSSUM SCREAMS IN THE DISTANCE
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@jvbberwocky || 𝒶𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓃 ; taken from here
🌿 / our muses catch themselves under a mistletoe .
There were some Christmas traditions that were a must: Stockings. Gifts. Hot cocoa with marshmallows. Decking the halls. Singing about Tannenbaums. Magical stars leading the way. Cozy socks. An oven tray lined with cookies. The list could literally go on and on and on. That’s how it is when Christmas is the best holiday in the world.
Now, finding herself under the mistletoe with someone who didn’t have a pair of rosy cheeks from snow burn, now that was a tradition she wouldn’t cater to. She glanced up at the red berried viscum plant with a set of fiery red eyes and cursed the plant. “ YOU CAN’T JUST GO SHOWING UP HERE IN RANDOM MOMENTS !
Tearing her gaze from that plant and onto the other a set of eyes she shook her head, “Not today partner. I’ve got some vows I gotta stick to and a reindeer to find, and I could use some help.”
A flustered set of red cheeks tried their best to get her out of the awkward moment. She looked around the bushes, and peeped on her tippy toes “You ever seen a 6 ft reindeer? Because if you haven’t you’re in for a surprise”
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@whitesctin || 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑜𝓃; taken from here
🍞 / to invite my muse to a holiday (it’s always Christmas in the north pole) dinner with their family herself .
“ If I get accused of fattening up one more person to feed my own belly I’m going to sick Rudolph on them ! Now, you can’t say no. I’ve already invited you in and you’ve already showed up here, there’s no turning back now.” The old woman had a set of oven mitts over her terribly manicured hands as she lead the way into that cozy farm home. “Come on in, the elves don’t bite.” Those oven mitts waved about the other hurrying them in as to not let the warmth out!
She was already bumping into a couple of those elves with her hips as she paced over to an oven with a timer that just so happened to go off at the perfect time. “You’re lucky, it’s just me and you and all these little boys. Though they’ll scurry off once they have their bowl of chili. The husband is off to some business tinkering with toys and such.” After pulling out a tray of cookies she pulled her oven mitts off those hands of hers. “These are for dessert. Hope you like chocolate chip.”
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