— a. device

𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐘.

[stainered]

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ɪ'ᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ. edith cushing of guillermo del toro’s crimson peak, as written by hannah.

[accultist-a]

"Darksome night, and shining Moon . . . ”  The woman, muttering beneath her breath, strolled with faithful pendulum in hand as she circled Jasmine Cottage. Gently swinging back and forth as she paced, the witch was well tuned in with her inner intuition, or third eye, or whatever people were calling it these days -- to her, it was just a Tuesday. Third Tuesday of the month, and the house was due for some recasting of protective spells that have faded. Anathema never thought anything dangerous would try to breach their homestead ( though, her boyfriend may disagree ), but her mother always taught her that it always pays to be extra cautious.

"East by South, by West by southwest . . . west-southwest . . . got you . . ."  The witch continued, only for a few moments more, before realizing that someone had set foot on the property. Now she’s going to have to start the ritual all over again . . .

@belladonnicxhaze​ for crowley !

[accultist-a]

Anathema grew up hearing the name, reading the name, Agnes Nutter. often ringing in her ears within the Device household -- she could go on for hours discussing the little facts about Agnes’ life, and the impact of her words that rippled through her family generationally. Though, she’ll tend to lose that sense of interest once the fact that most of her prophecies don’t really make sense, or seem to apply to anything come to light. Nobody wants to hear  ‘ Open thine eyes and rede, I do say, foolish principalitee, for thy cocoa doth grow cold. ’  when it most certainly does not apply to them, or seem to make any sort of sense. Still, the concept of an entirely correct prophetic work was practically unheard of.

“ You see, Agnes was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold. ”

@eccentricgenius​ for aziraphale !

[accultist-a]

brief starter call ft. anathema’s quotes from good omens?

[accultist-a]

                   𝕾𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖞𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊. ©

[accultist-a]

might be coming back with 2 characters off my multi (anathema included) so stay tuned

[encoreetencore]

[dirtsnakes]

sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more ab it keeping you company

[accultist-a]

also i really like the fact that in the book, anathema’s referred to as “...about as close to being Agnes as genetic drift would allow...”

she’s so close to being agnes that her family’s life and legacy basically come full circle

[accultist-a]

i keep thinking about that “woodcarver” witch in brave, and that anathema’s ancestors probably tried to hide the fact that they’re witches that way. like they have a ton of family heirlooms from anathema’s great-great-great grandmother who could make cuckoo clocks that never break as a front for spell making

[lyrabrie]

Lupins of early summer 💜

[shieldarmed-a-deactivated202210]

   friendly reminder that if we write together i do not want you to feel pressured or stressed about our thread/s. i am slow™ and i do not expect you to reply quickly, reply lengthily, or reply /at all/ if you cannot find the insp / muse for it. i will not resent you in any way if i see you replying to other threads on my dash. i will not resent you if i see you doing everything B U T writing on the dash. if i follow you and we’ve plotted or have been writing together, i enjoy seeing you on my dash. period. you replying to me in any timeline is not a condition of my liking / supporting / appreciating you. so pls don’t apologize for taking your time. pls don’t apologize for dropping threads. write what you want to when you want to and feel free to come to me if you ever want to start something new / plot something / rework a starter i’ve written you.

[accultist-a]

stoiretale​:

     NEWT HAD BEEN TOO INVESTED  in a book  labeled supernatural phenomena to really pay attention to anything else around him. and — it’s not as he would, either. respectfully, when anathema spoke to her mother, newt always just  ( rightfully ) left her alone. but he closes the book, becoming bored with the contents ( he’ll say, at least. the supernatural had fucked up shit, )  newt .. can’t imagine the conversation taking place literal feet behind him. they averted the apocalypse, for now, and anathema still hasn’t returned home. though, he couldn’t imagine it was worse  than his own mother, worried as she is, calling. ( though, why should people complain about someone caring ? )

  newt hopes it doesn’t appear like he’s waiting on her. instead, he removes his glasses and sets them aside on the nightstand. newt has sometimes, often wondered why he hasn’t returned home , either. suppose it had subconsciously been a shared thought between the two of them. Newt asks questions when he has thoughts like such, but this time, he’s unsure of the answer.

anathema exhales, almost a relieved sigh. worse turmoil than having stopped the apocalypse, it seems staying in tadfield and not returning home was a far more risky feat. never mind the fact that they had burned agnes nutter’s second book of predictions, and anathema still hasn’t had the heart to tell her about it. she and newt had already decided, together, that the future won’t be commanded by some book. doesn’t mean it still won’t be commanded by her mother. 

thoughts, worry, stress melt away when she remembers isolating herself on the roof. there’s a warm glow from the bedroom window, still. she’s already forgotten how long she’s been outside. the young woman slides herself down, descends slowly and back through their bedroom window. she’s not surprised to find newt still awake, probably having buried himself in a book the entire time anyway. either way, it’s a relief, admittedly, to simply see his face.

she practically melts into the bed, and rests her head on his shoulder.

[accultist-a]

theseancekid​:

“Uh– yeah.” He scratches his head as he wracks his brain, trying to remember her. Though, to be completely fair, if she recognizes him from the pub, the chances of him recalling any meaningful interactions are slim to none. Still, even if he can’t quite place this woman, he can’t shake the feeling that there’s something a bit peculiar about her. Not in a threatening sense, just in the my gut feels funky around you and I haven’t even eaten today so something is definitely up sort of sense. She’s not the one he’s looking for, at least he’s 75% sure of it, but she’s definitely…someone.

“Oh, I’m not moving in. Just…visiting.” He flashes a small smile. “Why’d’you wanna know? Doesn’t sound like you’re from around these parts either, you don’t have their funny accent.”

in reality, anathema is simply very nosy, by nature. it was once her great-great-great-great-great grandmother’s best feature, simply knowing everything even though she didn’t understand it. anathema in every sense remains the closest replica of agnes nutter to date, so it puts her mind at ease to just know things.

“ i’m from california. i’ve recently moved here myself, that’s why i was wondering. ”  well, it’s certainly one of the reasons.  “ i um, didn’t get much of a warm welcome so . . . figured i might try to pay something forward. ”  that sounds like a completely tangible reason, right? anathema quickly remembers to smile, honestly trying not to find something suspicious about a man who doesn’t quite fit into their almost cookie-cutter setting.  “ i’m anathema device. ”

[charmed]

“Fatty spliffers”?

[accultist-a]

“ i know, mom . . . ”  tone soft and low, she’s trying to keep quiet even though she’s camped out on the roof of jasmine cottage, well out of earshot of the bedroom. of course, bickering with her mother in the middle of the night wasn’t an ideal scenario, but even her overbearing mother can give good advice. she always knew what to do, but anathema begins to wonder if it was only because of the book.  “ i wouldn’t have stayed if i didn’t — ”  anathema’s fingers tighten around her phone; sometimes it’s difficult to keep the conversation on subject.

“ just — listen! i need you to send me the rest of my books . . . no, the spell books. i know — ” halts abruptly, certain she’s heard something over the peaceful silence, and anathema attempts to cut the conversation short.  “ i have to go, mom. let me know when you’ve mailed them. love you. ”

// @stoiretale for newt !

[nickelbear]

~ Honeybee I can’t imagine how my life would be If all your gravity did not hit me Oh, don’t you see? Darling, my honeybee ~