Emilia

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[emiliaspellman]

//hello. It’s been a life time since I’ve come on to this blog. I don’t 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 past year alone was the worst year of my life, consisting of getting a huge ovarian cyst, going to a funeral almost every month for my best friends parents or such, getting multiple panic attacks due to the meds for the ovarian cyst and ultimately ended with my own mother passing due to complications from elective surgery stemming from negligence and malpractice. All I can say is that a lot of what I used to enjoy is someone crushed by the constant sorrows.

I am sort of RPing again, trying to focus on more light hearted media (mostly Schitt’s creek)

you can feel free to follow me @truly-maddyrose and @rosevideo-owner

[stephadoodles]

[travelingstrawberry]

[travelingstrawberry]

the babysitters club: rip krakatoa 

[emiliaspellman]

// did a bad thing. Can’t regret it when it was an accident but….

[leneemusing]

more prompts for your feels

“  what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind?  ”  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”   “  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”   “  i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.  ” “  i can’t remember what it’s like to be truly wanted.  ” “  every time you look at me i feel invisible.  ” “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” “  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ” “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” “  i’ve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, i’m afraid i’ll feel too cold without it.  ” “  i just want to see you smile again.  ” “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ” “  i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.  ” “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ” “  don’t shut me out. please.  ” “  don’t look at me like that.  ” “  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ” “  i just wanted to do something good for once.  ” “  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?  ” “  just trust me. please.  ” “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ” “   you’re so worried about losing me/them you’re missing everything in front of you.  ”   “  i’m not leaving you.  ” “  you’re not alone. i’m here.  ” “  you see everyone so clearly except yourself.  ” “  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” “  i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ” “  i want to be whatever it is you think i am.  ” “  you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me.  ” “  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” “  i promise i’ll never hurt you again.  ” “  as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.  ” “  what did they do to you?  ” “  i’m not sure i should leave you alone.  ” “  i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.  ” “  i want to love the parts of you that you hate.  ” “  i’m scared of what you’re becoming.  ” “  i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.  ” “  you’ll always have a home with me.  ” “  what happened to you?  ” “  i thought i’d never see you again.  ” “  you’re such a fucking coward.  ” “  i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you.  ” “  you scared me.  ” “  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ” “  i’m not giving up on you. not ever.  ” “  i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved.  ”

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Random Headcanon Meme!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : 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?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?

☘ : 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?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[emiliaspellman]

//just checking in all. Life has been...life. My muse has been lacking and work is literally consuming my life so yeah. I’m here and there. You know where to find me

[theenglishnurse]

“To heal the sick is an art, not a science.                    Every patient is our Sistine Chapel.”

[wendy-the-chemist-blog]

[mossyredwood]

By natabaraeva

[emiliaspellman]

//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

[blackcatmemes]

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.

“Don’t drink that!”

“It’s just tea. No potion or shenanigans to worry about.”

“Here take this. Wait, no. This one.”

“I can’t just give you shape-shifting powers, that’s not how potions work.”

“I’m not THAT kind of witch/wizard/warlock/etc.”

“Spells take a lot of time and energy. I’m not just giving them away for free.”

“If you insist on sticking around, at least be useful and grab the bottle of dragonfly wings.”

“You thought this was what? It’s a bath bomb. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“So you make spells? Can you help me fix my life?”

“Do you need to sacrifice me or something for some magic?”

“We don’t do sacrifices. That’s just fear-mongering.”

“You’re going to turn me into a toad, I just know it!”

“Can you read my fortune?”

“So you can tell the future?”

“Just because I pulled the Death card doesn’t mean you’re actually going to die.”

“Yes I need all these candles. No I won’t tell you why.”

“This is a strange bit of magic…”

“Are all spells so pretty? Or just yours?”

“You’re lucky you’re too cute to curse.”

“You’ll burn for this, witch!”

“They say there’s a wicked, old witch in these woods.”

“You do realize they just sold you nothing more than water flavored with mint, right? This isn’t a potion.”

“You’re a fraud. This isn’t magic.”

“Can you teach me how to do magic like you?”

“You’ll never learn this spell if you don’t pay attention.”

“I may have accidentally spilled water on your spellbook.”

“Is magic real?”

“Of course magic is real.”

“There’s no such thing as magic.”

“So do you use a wand or a staff or anything?”

“You know those spells are forbidden for a reason.”

[wretchedhearted]

⤏ send me “plots please”

… and I’ll 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 it’s a great starting point for you to get a sense of how I think our muses might interact and what sorts of plots I’m most interested in happening between them  -  so don’t be shy!

for multimuse blogs make sure to specify who you’re looking to plot with

[emiliaspellman]

//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

[givemeangstymemes]

Send 💋 to kiss my muse!

Bonus points if you add the reason for the kiss

[emiliaspellman]

thelittlestwarlock​:

xXx cont @emiliaspellman​ 

“It is a punishment.” 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? “We’re not supposed to go until we’re sixteen after our baptism.” Why was she always so overeager to do everything? It wasn’t like they wouldn’t have lessons at home… where he could have the lessons he wanted. 

Francis rolled his eyes. “The whole coven knows you have a crush on him.” As disgusting as that was. “What are you gonna do flirt with him in class? Mama can’t scold you, that’s your master plan?” 

Girls were so annoying. 

Sisters… and maybe cousins were the most annoying of all. 

“What are you going to do harrow me if I don’t?” They’d both heard tales of what happened at the Acadmey of Unseen Arts- from their own mother no less. “You’re not any better at magic than I am. I’ll hex you before you even get a chance.”

No sisters were far worse than cousins. Far worse. “I didn’t blush!” Alright that was a lie. A total and complete lie but it wasn’t the point. “You don’t know what I did because you were busy trying to impress him because you like him.”

“Look....We aren’t going to see eye to eye on this.” She started, trying to calm herself before she went off at her brother. That and she didn’t want worry lines from scowling at him. “It 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, it’s the greatest gift we could be given.” 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. 

“I do not!″ Emilia shouted at her brother, the rosiness she had inflicted on herself now amplified with the sudden butterflies churning in her stomach. “I will be discussing our learning material when I need to, just like I will with every single one of our teachers.” Her brother know how much she admired the High Priest, how she envied Lady Blackwood’s 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 Blackwood’s belly, Emilia never ruled out being the wife of the future High Priest and heir. 

“No....” Emilia sighed, sitting down on the bed next to her brother. “I would never harrow you, ever!” Her brother and her may have verbal spars, but rarely did they physically fight. Going to the academy would not change that. “I swear if you even try though, I may have to break that promise.” 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.

“Yes 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.” 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. “Why exactly are you so afraid of him?”