♡ BEWITCHED ! ♡ ⁽ᵃᵖ⁾

when i'm BORED, i... kinda DRIFT away. i'm not SURE, quite, why we work all day. ind. priv. witch oc. mun & muse 18+. penned by phoebe. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5481852"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[moongoddessempath]

It’s the witching hour

[hlnppstl]

[deniablyobvious]

[themooninajar]

[flynpngs]

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   prettyhcrts.

    ❝ WAIT! I GOT A TRICK  ❞ fingers curled whilst hands flailed about. long , erect ears protrude from the top of her head; arched slightly. she pursed her lips into a tight hole and blew out a clear, translucent bubble that floats towards the broken shards. inside this bubble, the shards collect & repair what was once broken. the bubble gingerly sets the mug down on in the middle of the table to prevent any more accidents.

             BEAMING SMILE DIRECTED towards the adopted familiar, watches in rapture at the helpful magic display  ❝ you’re an absolute dear, alice ! ❞ well, rabbit. but a very dear rabbit.  ❝ i don’t know what i’d do without you ! ❞ (yowl of protest from adele, who is currently curled into a ball on enya’s pillow.)  wiggle of fingers, light blue sparks pulled from tips -- they dance around the mug, soaking into it, BREAK PROOF ! 

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   griefstain.

     she isn’t prepared, eyes glued to her phone and ear buds shoved in place. she doesn’t hear the warning and only sees the drink at the last second. the drink covers the front of her,ice cold drink soaking her shirt and a chunk of her pants.. “putain !!”  she yells loudly, eyes scanning for the culprit of the mess. 

           NOT HARD TO immediately tell whose fault it is -- she’s sprawled across the pavement, knees bloody. automatically, skinned hands move to her purse, dig around for the box of hello kitty bandaids that seem to always get pulled in and out of the bag.  ❝ i’m so sorry, ❞ blonde exclaims, genuine, pained. (pink plaster is pressed to soft skin of knee.)  ❝ are you okay ? ❞

[dropcurse]

            enya is chubby ! enya has a belly ! enya has thick thighs ! enya has pudgy arms ! enya is not skinny pls don’t forget that !

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   lethiferxus.

—- The sunlights colours palely olive skin almost lucent; the attentive eye perhaps capable to notice the almost a shade too dark blood vessels underneath, though the features are quick to distract. Silvery blue eyes are glued onto a paper note, on it written few names of flowers – each quite beautiful sounding & written in letters twice as pretty in their sharpness. “ Do you sell cowslip here? “ The question rather sweet, even if eyes fail to look up. “ Figured I could ask around in the neighbourhood first before I walk all day. “

            GRATEFUL TO BE asked, always happy to see a new face around the shop !  ❝ cowslips ! ❞ she repeats in a chirp, beaming smile directed.  ❝ i sure do ! you want a bouquet or are you looking to plant them ? ❞ all she has are SEEDS -- hasn’t gotten around to actually setting them up yet. she’ll have to duck into the back, channel some magic into growing them.

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   tragedyveined.

                     her glare is wary, looking at the flower as though it was a direct threat. it is, in a way. a threat of niceness. not on my watch.  “ oh cool, something i don’t want. awesome. ”

          OH, OKAY. THAT’S fine ! ❝ not a lily person, huh ? that’s okay ! ❞ awkward, too-fast too-big gesture to the flower shop behind her.  ❝ what do you like ? i got -- roses, daffodils, daisies, uhm. tons of stuff ! ❞

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝     etwasisims.

  reggie stifles her laughter, doing her best not to choke on it.   oh yeah, she’s a teenage boy when it comes to humor.   rolling meatballs are top tier entertainment, honestly.   ❝ totally saw that meatball vanish from your plate ! do you   think it was the aliens ? i do. ❞ she reaches into the depths   of the hell hole that is her purse, offering a tide to go stick.   ❝ heard this helps ward them off. ❞

             HEAD DUCKS SLIGHTLY, still embarrassed but waning in favor of joining the other’s laughter. meatball is retrieved, plopped onto an empty corner of her plate.  ❝ i was being so careful, too.... -- to avoid the aliens, obviously. ❞ light giggle of her own bubbles out, retrieves the tide stick gratefully.  ❝ thanks ! you’re super prepared, huh. i owe you one ! ❞

[teamcaptains-deactivated2019122]

Sarah,

recruitment. i thought covens were a thing of the past ever since the Willoughby funeral, but i guess magic never dies. you want to attend a witch’s sabbath? Elsa’s back in school and i hear she’s been talking about you - “magic in her bones.“ the way she and the other girls in our literature class look at you, it’s like they’re contemplating some sort of balance in their head. are you approachable? are you wise? are you dangerous? are you loyal?

[xbunnyclawsx]

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝    @etwasisims    /    starter call !

             SHE’S FIRMLY PLANTED. butt in her seat, she’s eating slowly – PAINFULLY slowly, really. she’s got a new dress on, and she’s gonna be mad if….. – alright. if that happens. a meatball rolls off her fork and directly into her lap. gaze lifts, dramatically DEADENED. it’s easily fixable, there’s a charm she can put on it once she gets home, but…. how inconvenient.  ❝ please tell me you DIDN’T just see that. ❞

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   deathbusiness.

       SOMEHOW   ——    he had manged to keep from   l a u g h i n g   .   still playing the part  ,  he was continuing to pick up the pieces  —-  despite her protest   .     ❛   it’s  f i n e   ——  i aint gonna get cut ——  ❜   he started a little pile on the ground that he would eventually sweep up   .    but he stopped  &  looked over at her over his shoulder  .   thick eyebrows burrowing together  .   ❛   W H A T   ?    why the hell would i do that  ?  ❜

           STILL FROWNING, STILL feeling awful.  ❝ i’ve got band-aids for when you realize you should’ve listened to me. ❞ they’re hello kitty -- she’s sure they’ll be very becoming on him. question has her shifting back and forth, weight from foot to foot.  ❝ cause i can fix it ? ❞ sounds like a question. it isn’t.  ❝ i’m..... really good......... at arts and crafts. but i don’t like people watching me ? ❞

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   deathbusiness.

        GLASS  SHATTERED  &  ECHOED   throughout the  h o m e   .     blue hues widened at the sight before quickly reaching down to pick up the pieces   .    C A R E F U L L Y   collecting shards in the palm of his hand   .     ❛   uh —- yeah  ,  actually   .    its   —–  it  W A S  —-  my  m o t h e r ‘s  urn   .  ❜

            OH GOD. OH god. okay. she can fix this ! she can totally fix this. ignoring the fact that she’s possibly, probably, most likely inhaled part of a dead person. his dead mom. shoot.  ❝ okay, okay, i’m -- so sorry, don’t touch it ! you’re going to cut your hand ! ❞ a beat, band-aid adorned hands wring.  ❝ i can fix it. just -- go into the other room for a second ! or close your eyes and ears and hum loudly or something. ❞

[dropcurse]

* ☆ .・   ❝   @scytheslid​     /    starter call !

          SHE’LL HOLD OUT the black cat to the other easily -- despite it’s yowls of protest.  ❝ her name is adele ! ❞ it’s her FAMILIAR, really, only in cat form for easy transport.  ❝ you can scratch her behind the ears, if you want. she’s sweet, she just likes to complain. ❞ cue the cat twisting in grasp and fixing a glare on the witches face.  ❝ she won’t bite or scratch -- will you, del ? ❞