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heyo  peeps  what’s  crack-a-lackin’. 

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here’s  a  fun  and  fresh  new  starter  call  !  

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                          so,   what,   we’re  praying  to   hecate  now?   

caos-based  wendy  beauchamp.  written by  bethany.  

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me @ everyone: join the witches of east end fandom. you won’t regret it.

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maybe i’m getting a bit too lucky this week with people from the past being active, but ( crazy thought ) what if @shemothered came back .... i would lose my mind.

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'    @magaprima·. 

Though Mary Wardwell’s cottage was small and peppered with far too many mortal things– including the cross she’d had to…correct upon her arrival– Lilith couldn’t deny that it’s location was ideal. A quite cottage in the middle of the woods, where no mortal ever dared wander after sunset for fear of ghosts and goblins and whatever else they told themselves wasn’t real when the sun came up.

All this mean that it was private, that Lilith could…enjoy her own company, to let the mask fall, to relax…as far as she could, anyway, with certain things still in the air, certain tasks of the Dark Lord still unfinished. Sipping at her wine, the knock at the door interrupted her quiet reverie and Stolas cawed at the door with the same annoyance that Lilith felt. She looked at him, but he didn’t know who it was either. Only that it wasn’t Sabrina. 

Getting up from her seat with a glare, Lilith pulled open the door to the woman waiting on her porch. She looked at her expectantly, raising her eyebrows as if silently demanding an explanation for  the interruption immediately. “Yes?”

❛    i’m   sorry  to  bother  you ....    ❜    was  she?   or  was  this  exactly  what  she  had  in  mind?    ❛    but  sabrina  didn’t  come  home  for  dinner.   zelda  would’ve  come  herself,  but  i  offered.   i  figured  since  the  two  of  you  are  so  close,  you  might  know  where  she  was?   ❜    her  head  tilted  to  the  side.   maybe  she  could’ve  led  with  something  else,  had  she  lived  in  an  apartment  ....    a  runaway  cat,  maybe ....   but  this  was  the  next  best  thing.   ❛   could  i  use  your  phone?   i  left  mine  at  home,  but  maybe  she’ll  pick  up  her’s  if  she  thinks  it’s  you?   her  aunt’s  losing  her  mind  a  little,  ❜   she  added  with  a  nervous  chuckle,  hoping  with  everything  that  the  brunette  wouldn’t  see  right  through  her.      

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two   of  my  favorite  writers  have  come  back  within  the  last  twenty  four  hours  and  made  my  entire  week.  i’ve  been  writing  with  them  since  i  STARTED  this  blog  and  i  can’t believe  they’ve  stuck  with  me  this  long.  ugh  my  heart. 

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'     @sardonicbeauty​.

❝ Whateva’ the fuck it is, I got a feelin’ it ain’t fuckin’ good. ❞ Eyes turn directly towards the other with some skepticism. ❝ If I agree to be the muscle, you good for everythin’ else? ❞

wendy  was  half  tempted  to  ask  why  she  couldn’t  be  the  muscle,  but  she  decided  against  it.   it  was  probably  best  not  to  upset  pam  right  now.  if  there  was  anything  she’d  learned  by knowing  her,  it  was  that.     ❛    yeah,   i’ve  got  your  back.   but   ....    promise  not  to  die  on  me,  okay?    ❜

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‘    @sardonicbeauty​.

                 ❝ What the fuckin’ Trump is that? ❞

‘   it   sounded   like  ....    hooves.    either  that’s  a  horse  or  the  devil  is  outside  right   now.   ‘   

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here’s  a  fun  and  fresh  new  starter  call  !  

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❛   @moroie​   ♡ ‘d   for  a  starter.  

she  hated  coming  clean.   it  seemed  that  these  days,  ingrid  was  even  scarier  than  joanna  when  it  came  to  this  sort  of  thing.  but  it  had  to  be  done.   ❛    so,   i   may  or  may  not  have  found  the  tenth  circle  of  hell.   should  we  tell  your  mom?    ❜

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❛   @magaprima​    ♡ ‘d   for  a  starter.   

it   wasn’t   like   wendy   hadn’t  perfected  something  like  this  before.   it  was  said  that  you  should  keep  your  friends  close,  but  your  enemies  closer.   and  maybe  that’s  why  now,   as  she  stood  outside  the  home  of  mary  wardwell,  she  was  intent  on  getting  the  information  she  desperately  sought.   she  was  suspicious,  that  much  was  clear.   but  why?   the  brunette  was  determined  to  get  to  the  bottom  of  it.   if  not  for  herself,  then  for  the  spellmans.   they  had  way  too  much  on  their  plate  on  any  given  day  and  couldn’t  afford  to  be  chasing  around  this  woman  to  see  what  she  was  up  to.   luckily,  for  wendy,  she  didn’t  have  many  responsibilities.   a  hand  came  up,  rapping  against  the  door  and  she  waited   ------     waited  for  the  woman  to  answer.    

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→ wendy & zelda | talking in your sleep

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here’s  a  fun  and  fresh  new  starter  call  !  

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here’s  a  fun  and  fresh  new  starter  call  !  

[fateswitch]

here’s  a  fun  and  fresh  new  starter  call  !  

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                          so,   what,   we’re  praying  to   hecate  now?   

caos-based  wendy  beauchamp.  written by  bethany.