College AU Willow gave everyone succulents for Christmas
- Luz named hers Hecate, it lives on she and Willow’s windowsill and she sometimes forgets to water it, but it’s always okay
- Hunter called his Steve. He was very worried about accidentally killing it for a while, but it’s doing well
- Gus named his Augustus Jr. It died in about a week, but he staunchly keeps watering it and pretending it’s still alive because he doesn’t want Willow to think he didn’t care about it. (It’s a cactus. He overwatered it.)
- Willow was thiiiiiis close to giving Amity a wilted, stunted, half-dead one, but Luz convinced her to play nice. Amity takes meticulous care of it, even took it to one of the botany professors in a panic when it started to wilt.
45 notes · View notes
Yeah, red is the complementary color to green
That's really interesting!
Also brings an interesting point about Willow's magic. She can use magic without making spell circles, and most of the time she does that, her eyes turn green too. So maybe it's not so much it being green because of plant magic, bit just magic in general
I don't know if Hunter's eyes have any correlation to the state of Belos when he has his green eyes, but sometimes I think about the coincidence of how magenta, or at least pink, is the negative colour of green. (Maybe a relation to the other wittebane brother?)
That is interesting. Especially since Belos' eyes turn green when he's consuming palisman, which seem to be pure magic-- maybe green is the color of natural magic, which is why Hunter, a witch with no magic, has the pink/magenta eyes? I'm no artist, but if I remember middle school art class right, red is the opposite side of the Red/Blue/Yellow color wheel to green, so that would fit also with the color of artificial magic being red. Food for thought.
24 notes · View notes
The taste of blood on the back of his mouth starts right after the countdown ends. Deepens when everyone is around, obsidian switching from hand to hand. Everything about this screams trap.
The poisonous cloud stings his lungs, but so does this happen with everybody else. Its now or never.
Iron-like smell trails from his fingers, crossed behind his back as the boogey is chosen - second time in a row - the mask covering his reaction
The scent becomes stronger, nauseating even, when they pile up outside the white castle. They are clean, though, no blood in sight, and no one seems to notice it. Looking at the sky, the poison is thrown at everyone, friends and oponents alike.
No one would have to know.
The itch on his palms grows steadily more unbearable with each minute passed. Even worse after his death, although now he was shakily secured on yellow again.
They set their spawns down there, near the maps. Everybody would know, but it was necessary. His hands were on fire at this point, moss cloak growing wilted flowers as the axe was raised.
He would understand this. It would be fine.
A lump on his throat grew when the announcement came. Not again. Not now, not when he just got away from the bloodlust. It would never leave him, would it?
Stupid smelly grain, no, fairy, no- ugh, everybody! All of them! Muscles tensed and heart ached in pent up anger with every footstep back to the fort, each breath pained with so much frustration building up. This exhausted the hermit king, gripping the axe dragged along the ground so tightly his knuckles were white
Someone would pay for this.
Carnage was happening today. How many more of them were still uncured, hidden in plain sight?
Didn’t matter, as the haze tunneled his vision as the southlander was left alone with him, searching for the chest. Perfect occasion. No witnesses. But he wouldn’t die. No matter how many swings, how much lava was poured, he wouldn’t die.
He lost the track, but it wouldn’t need a genius to know where the redstoner would be hiding. Near a drop, a trap for someone else.
Less work for himself.
Bruises began to grow around his body some time after the message. Great, another thing to worry on top of being the boogeyman and his senses dulling out
The explosion was painless. Not a yell, not before nor after dying. But he was red now, he failed, and would have anyways, his time was running out. The door creaked behind him…
Cured. Not that it mattered
32 notes · View notes