((I’m going to go through all my posts on here and delete everything that’s happened since Witchy met Kevin. Or at least privatize it. So I guess I’m kind of half resetting her. Yeah.

Anyone she’s met since meeting him… it’s been fun, but I think I need to refresh her. I’d go back and just delete everything, but that would be such a pain to have to go through and replay her headcanon story…))

mollygoodgolly:

I hate the Harvest Goddess!: mollygoodgolly: I hate the Harvest Goddess!: @WP the-witch-princess:…

mollygoodgolly:

I hate the Harvest Goddess!: @WP

the-witch-princess:

*follows her into the house and snaps her fingers as all the freed bottles rise into the air and float towards her; she taps each one and watches as they seem to become covered in paint that changes and shifts to…

*nods her head before quietly following her to the garden, looking around making sure no one was around, listening to her as she explains *
Oh…neat. So, even if he figures out how to open it, he still won’t be able to get in anyway…
*thinks for a moment, watching as the witch does what’s necessary, takin note, before nodding her head and climbing down, looking around the underground area.*

Hmm, yeah. It doesn’t need to be fancy. Maybe just an actual bar and some tables and chairs. I can bring some kind of music player just to give it more of a bar feel…but other than that, it’s perfect.

*listens quietly after climbing down, the bottles clinking together as they follow behind her and become visible again*

… I can probably convince a few trees to grow down here… that’ll have to do for a bar, I think… I’d rather not have to have new furniture made after cutting down more of the forest. It’s hard enough to keep this garden concealed with all the woodcutters running around…

*gestures vaguely to the racks of alcohol, muttering quietly to conjure some chains on the racks containing her wine* … no one is to touch my wine, though. *Molly’s alcohol arranges itself neatly on an empty rack* I’d rather not get blamed for their insanity after they have a glass of it.

mollygoodgolly:

I hate the Harvest Goddess!: @WP

the-witch-princess:

*follows her into the house and snaps her fingers as all the freed bottles rise into the air and float towards her; she taps each one and watches as they seem to become covered in paint that changes and shifts to match the surroundings*

… as long as they keep close while I walk, I can get them to the cavern. You might wanna come with me so I can show you where it is… and show you how to get in. There’s a certain way you have to walk before the root will curl into a handle. *chuckles quietly* Extra precaution. Don’t ever say I wasn’t careful with some things.

*watches as she uses her magic on the bottles, nodding her head*

I have a lot more. Crates of bottles actually. Then there’s some hidden in the shed. Should we just take enough for now or just move everything?

*listens to her, trying to picture how exactly she had this set up, scratching the back of her head*

*shrugs vaguely* I can come over and take a little every day. I’m not terribly busy recently… this is probably enough for now. *starts leading the way back to the garden in the forest, her voice quiet as she explains*

The garden where I grow my herbs is where I set it up. There’s a root in the very center of it that serves as a handle for the hatch… but you have to walk clockwise around it three times before it will unseal. That paired with the fact that you have to have my permission will help keep undesirables from getting in… *reaches the garden and demonstrates, watching patiently as the root curls into a handle before reaching down to pull it up, gesturing to the ladder*

… after you, kid. There’s lanterns down there for light, but it’s nothing fancy. I could add stuff, but at the moment it’s just a glorified storage unit.

mollygoodgolly:

the-witch-princess:

mollygoodgolly:

*shakily knocks on her door, a bit wide eyed, looking around, biting her nails waiting for her to answer*

*answers the door with Meg on her hip, gnawing on the leg of a bear; raises her eyebrow at the appearance of the farmer*

… You look like death warmed over, kid. You in?

*jumps a bit hearing the door open, still looking around and biting her nails*

Oh? Yeah, thanks.
Look, is it-he’s not gonna find out is he?
I talked to a friend about doing this last night, but as the night went on I started having second thoughts.

But…if you can assure he’s not gonna find out…I’m in. Completely.
I’ve got all my bottles hidden on my property, so I think we’d be well stocked for a while.
*looks around again, making sure no one’s around

*raises the other eyebrow* Kid, do you think I’m an idiot? I went through the prohibition in the 20’s, this isn’t any different. I enchanted my garden so there’s a cavern beneath it. A little homely, what with all the roots hanging down from the ceilings, but it’s the safest place and the entrance is concealed to anyone who doesn’t have my express permission to enter.

*grimaces* It’s… probably a good thing you’ve got your own alcohol. Mine would likely turn whichever mortal was stupid enough to drink it into a pile of goo… do you want help moving it?

mollygoodgolly:

*shakily knocks on her door, a bit wide eyed, looking around, biting her nails waiting for her to answer*

*answers the door with Meg on her hip, gnawing on the leg of a bear; raises her eyebrow at the appearance of the farmer*

… You look like death warmed over, kid. You in?

Fine. Stupid idiot mayor thinks he can tell me what to do?

I think not.

There’s a reason I don’t follow the rules, and I’ll be damned if I start following his. This can’t be any different from the 20’s, and I survived through all of that…

*Walks towards the forest and her garden where she starts walking in a large counterclockwise circle that spirals slowly inwards, chanting quietly as the earth rumbles underneath her. When she stops in the center of the circle, she looks down, grinning as the earth seems to have grown a handle in the form of a tree root. She moves off of the top of it and bends down to pull it up, revealing a deep hole that goes far down into the earth with a ladder a few feet down from the top, plant roots poking through the sides of the hole. A wicked grin extends across her face as she climbs down into it and summons lit lanterns along with several racks full of wine and several other empty racks.*

… Perfect. I’ll go send a few letters to see if anyone else wants to store their alcohol here where he can’t reach it… *She chuckles darkly to herself before heading back out and closing the hole up where it seals itself tightly and the root uncurls to conceal the opening.*

sexy-and-styling:

*Is hit in the face by the flying appendage* Ack! What the hell? *looks around and sees the crib* Please tell me there’s a baby in there tearing that apart, and not some kind of animal.

*Continues to follow her, more cautious now* Wizards too? So is it like, that Harry Potter crap everyone is so obsessed over?

*Scoffs quietly* Harry Potter? What a stupid book. Nowhere near displaying the actual power a Witch can possess. Besides, none of the ones in that book are Immortal, now, are they? *Raises an eyebrow before sighing and heading over to her store cabinet, digging through it distractedly*

Yes, yes, that would be my daughter. She’s having a tantrum and using her magic to tear the limbs off my bears. I’ll have to sew them up tonight so their stuffing doesn’t fall out and the animation spells stop working…