//hello. Itâs been a life time since Iâve come on to this blog. I donât think I will be doing much with it as my muses have shifted, but I am also just not the same person I was back when starting this
tw: parental death, medical

if i look back, i am lost
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@emiliaspellman
//hello. Itâs been a life time since Iâve come on to this blog. I donât think I will be doing much with it as my muses have shifted, but I am also just not the same person I was back when starting this
tw: parental death, medical
the babysitters club: rip krakatoaÂ
// did a bad thing. Canât regret it when it was an accident butâŠ.
more prompts for your feels
â what am i supposed to do when i canât even trust my own mind? â â i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i donât think could ever be paid off. â â what do you see when you look into my eyes? â  â it doesnât always have to be you, you know? your shoulders arenât the only ones that can bear the weight of the world. â  â i donât think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until itâs all scars and stitching. â â i canât remember what itâs like to be truly wanted. â â every time you look at me i feel invisible. â â loneliness is a slow and cruel poison. â â iâm afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust. â â for once in your life, what is it that you want. â â iâve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, iâm afraid iâll feel too cold without it. â â i just want to see you smile again. â â canât you stop running for one second? â â iâll be here. when youâre ready to talk. â â being strong doesnât mean never asking for help or admitting youâre in pain. â â donât shut me out. please. â â donât look at me like that. â â the world isnât made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two. â â i just wanted to do something good for once. â â why canât you tell me whatâs wrong? â â just trust me. please. â â why canât you let me in? what are you so afraid of? â â  youâre so worried about losing me/them youâre missing everything in front of you. â  â iâm not leaving you. â â youâre not alone. iâm here. â â you see everyone so clearly except yourself. â â  donât you understand? i love you. and nothing youâve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that. â â i find broken things interesting. maybe thatâs why i like you so much. â â i want to be whatever it is you think i am. â â you see the good in everything. thatâs why i like it when you look at me. â â iâll still be here when you wake. â â i promise iâll never hurt you again. â â as long as i have you, the rest doesnât matter. â â what did they do to you? â â iâm not sure i should leave you alone. â â i wonât hate you. i know you think thatâs what you deserve but itâs not. â â i want to love the parts of you that you hate. â â iâm scared of what youâre becoming. â â iâm sorry, iâm not what you think i am. â â youâll always have a home with me. â â what happened to you? â â i thought iâd never see you again. â â youâre such a fucking coward. â â i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you. â â you scared me. â â please, donât ever give up on me. â â iâm not giving up on you. not ever. â â i know you love me. but itâs not the way i want to be loved. â
Random Headcanon Meme!
†: What does your museâs voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?
â : What is your museâs handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?
â : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
â : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?
âż : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?
âș : What is your museâs smile like? Do they smile often?
⥠: How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
â : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
â Â : What is your museâs favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?
â Â : Does your muse like rain?
⌠: Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
đš Â : How well does your muse sleep?
†: What are your museâs thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?
â : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
⯠: Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
đ : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?
âš : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
â : What is your museâs opinion about flower crowns?
⏠: Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?
đ : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?
â : What is your museâs favorite animal?
ΔŃĐ· : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
đ± : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?
â : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your museâs favorite?
ă : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?
â : Is your muse religious?
//just checking in all. Life has been...life. My muse has been lacking and work is literally consuming my life so yeah. Iâm here and there. You know where to find me
âTo heal the sick is an art, not a science. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Every patient is our Sistine Chapel.â
By natabaraeva
//me: overwhelmed by the amount of replies I owe over the space of three blogs
Also me: maybe I should make an Rp blog for Anne Hastings from Mercy Street because I love that bitch
Magic/Witchy Starters
For muses with magic leanings or AU purposes. An attempt at some variety of magic preferences, and some silly options as well. Change wording as needed.
âDonât drink that!â
âItâs just tea. No potion or shenanigans to worry about.â
âHere take this. Wait, no. This one.â
âI canât just give you shape-shifting powers, thatâs not how potions work.â
âIâm not THAT kind of witch/wizard/warlock/etc.â
âSpells take a lot of time and energy. Iâm not just giving them away for free.â
âIf you insist on sticking around, at least be useful and grab the bottle of dragonfly wings.â
âYou thought this was what? Itâs a bath bomb. Nothing more and nothing less.â
âSo you make spells? Can you help me fix my life?â
âDo you need to sacrifice me or something for some magic?â
âWe donât do sacrifices. Thatâs just fear-mongering.â
âYouâre going to turn me into a toad, I just know it!â
âCan you read my fortune?â
âSo you can tell the future?â
âJust because I pulled the Death card doesnât mean youâre actually going to die.â
âYes I need all these candles. No I wonât tell you why.â
âThis is a strange bit of magicâŠâ
âAre all spells so pretty? Or just yours?â
âYouâre lucky youâre too cute to curse.â
âYouâll burn for this, witch!â
âThey say thereâs a wicked, old witch in these woods.â
âYou do realize they just sold you nothing more than water flavored with mint, right? This isnât a potion.â
âYouâre a fraud. This isnât magic.â
âCan you teach me how to do magic like you?â
âYouâll never learn this spell if you donât pay attention.â
âI may have accidentally spilled water on your spellbook.â
âIs magic real?â
âOf course magic is real.â
âThereâs no such thing as magic.â
âSo do you use a wand or a staff or anything?â
âYou know those spells are forbidden for a reason.â
†send me âplots pleaseâ
⊠and Iâll respond with 3  (or more) interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses!  There is  no pressure  for us to write any of them,  but itâs a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots Iâm most interested in happening between them - so donât be shy!
for multimuse blogs make sure to specify who youâre looking to plot with
//when you get to sit down a do replies for the first time in a few days besides high muse stuff only to have gotten an ocular migraine earlier that day that stole half your vision for a good 10 minutes and now you are fatigued from the post ocular migraine recovery and breakthrough migraine
Send đ to kiss my muse!
Bonus points if you add the reason for the kiss
thelittlestwarlockâ:
xXx cont @emiliaspellmanâÂ
âIt is a punishment.â What else could it have been after everything that had happened? All the turmoil Sabrina had caused. The loss of their powers, their mama and auntie both ageing overnight? âWeâre not supposed to go until weâre sixteen after our baptism.â Why was she always so overeager to do everything? It wasnât like they wouldnât have lessons at home⊠where he could have the lessons he wanted.Â
Francis rolled his eyes. âThe whole coven knows you have a crush on him.â As disgusting as that was. âWhat are you gonna do flirt with him in class? Mama canât scold you, thatâs your master plan?âÂ
Girls were so annoying.Â
Sisters⊠and maybe cousins were the most annoying of all.Â
âWhat are you going to do harrow me if I donât?â Theyâd both heard tales of what happened at the Acadmey of Unseen Arts- from their own mother no less. âYouâre not any better at magic than I am. Iâll hex you before you even get a chance.â
No sisters were far worse than cousins. Far worse. âI didnât blush!â Alright that was a lie. A total and complete lie but it wasnât the point. âYou donât know what I did because you were busy trying to impress him because you like him.â
âLook....We arenât going to see eye to eye on this.â She started, trying to calm herself before she went off at her brother. That and she didnât want worry lines from scowling at him. âIt may have intended on being a punishment, but when you think of how much of an honor it really is, how much more we can accomplish, itâs the greatest gift we could be given.â Emilia finished fussing about, pinching her cheeks slightly to try and add some color to her face, mimicking the rituals her mother performed when readying herself for a big day.Â
âI do not!âłÂ Emilia shouted at her brother, the rosiness she had inflicted on herself now amplified with the sudden butterflies churning in her stomach. âI will be discussing our learning material when I need to, just like I will with every single one of our teachers.â Her brother know how much she admired the High Priest, how she envied Lady Blackwoodâs life and imagined herself standing by his side. She knew it was ridiculous, and yet she let herself dream, pushing down the fact it would one day blow up in her face. Although, with a baby growing in Constance Blackwoodâs belly, Emilia never ruled out being the wife of the future High Priest and heir.Â
âNo....â Emilia sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her brother. âI would never harrow you, ever!â Her brother and her may have verbal spars, but rarely did they physically fight. Going to the academy would not change that. âI swear if you even try though, I may have to break that promise.â It was hard to believe that Francis had been the strong and dominant twin at birth at close to 9 lbs and Emilia scrawny and barely 4 considering how often the girl found herself reassuring and protecting her brother both physically and mentally. There was little question who was more dominate these days.
âYes you did. As red as you hair. And I know your mind as well as you know mine. I know he scares you and that you can never think the right thing to say to him.â All of that still confused Emilia, not sure what exactly had brought this on. Yes, she herself could be intimidated at times by the man, but she also knew a lot of his menicingness was simply part of his role as high priest. âWhy exactly are you so afraid of him?â