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diana woods. indie witch oc. selective. private. multi-fandom. created & written by rachael. under heavy construction.

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like for memes when i get home???

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like for memes when i get home???

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flamecursed’s permanent plotting call!

by liking this, you’re giving me permission to:

send you ic and ooc memes

reply to your open starters

come to you with plot ideas

tag you in things

interact ooc

i get very anxious that i’m bothering people, so this is a nice little way of knowing who doesn’t mind!

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flamecursed’s permanent plotting call!

by liking this, you’re giving me permission to:

send you ic and ooc memes

reply to your open starters

come to you with plot ideas

tag you in things

interact ooc

i get very anxious that i’m bothering people, so this is a nice little way of knowing who doesn’t mind!

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flamecursed’s permanent plotting call!

by liking this, you’re giving me permission to:

send you ic and ooc memes

reply to your open starters

come to you with plot ideas

tag you in things

interact ooc

i get very anxious that i’m bothering people, so this is a nice little way of knowing who doesn’t mind!

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     THERE’S SOMETHING TRAGIC ABOUT YOU.           SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU.

indie witch oc. created & written by rachael. selective. private. multi-fandom. template.

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VERSES

V1: Main verse. Follows her bio (I’ll link it here when it’s written). Set modern day, and can be anywhere (though default is probably NYC). Diana is very old and very tired, but still determined to make the best of her circumstances. She works as a nurse (often in ERs, but also enjoys working in paediatrics and ICU), carefully using tiny amounts of magic to help her patients when she has the chance. She can’t stay in one place for more than a handful of years -- not without risking her lack of ageing being noticed, at least. Though always friendly and kind, she keeps to herself. Secrets are far easier to keep when no one can look too closely.

V2: Also follows her bio, but this one is pretty much a catch all for different points in her past. Diana is still a healer/nurse throughout most of this, but whether she does so professionally and/or is actually trained depends on the specific time period.

V3: Modern/Human. Similar to V1, but with a different backstory. Diana is in her mid-late 20s, and still a nurse. When she was young, her home went up in flames, killing her mother and destroying everything they owned. Her father raised her on his own for the next few years, until illness claimed his life too. Diana spend the rest of her years as a minor in the system, bouncing around different families and homes. She was lucky, she knew, because none of them were actually bad. But none of them were her family. None of them were her home. After high school, she throws herself into the pursuit of her long-time goal, nursing, which she reaches (with a truck of student debt in tow). She loves her job, she truly does, but she still longs for a home, for a family. Now, a little older and wiser, she wonders if maybe she can find a new one after all.

V4: University. Basically the same as V3, but set during her years at college.

V5: MCU. Pre-CA:TWS. Diana is a nurse working for SHIELD. She has advanced healing abilities (that is, her own injuries heal, not her healing others), which earned her the attention of SHIELD and a place on the index when she was young. After completing her nursing degree, she was approached by SHIELD again, this time with a job offer.

V6: MCU. Post-CA:TWS. When SHIELD falls, Diana manages to escape HYDRA, but now she’s on her own with no family, no work, and nothing to even put on a resume. Depending on what works better for the particular plot/thread/etc. Diana will either find work with Stark Industries or rejoin Coulson’s new SHIELD. This might eventually get split into two verses.

V7: HP. As a child, Diana moves to England with her father after they lose her mother and everything else in a fire. She attends Hogwarts as a Hufflepuff, training as a Healer after school and finding a job at St. Mungo’s. Can be set in Book era or First War era.

V8: Dragon Age: Inquisition. Diana is a mage who has spent her whole life hiding— being the child of a runaway templar and a mage tends to have that effect. Her mother died in a fire when she was a child, and her father of lyrium withdrawals just a few years after She joined the Inquisition almost immediately after the Conclave, hoping to lend her skills as a healer to the wounded and to maybe, just maybe, find somewhere she doesn’t have to run from.

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drafts and inbox have been cleared! diana’s bio and quite a few verses still need to be written, and existing verses and rules page need to be refreshed, but that’ll probably take a while lol.

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also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

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critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.

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    “okay, i swear this is a funny joke.”  maybe.  it was dumb, at least, and sometimes that sufficed.  “why was the coffee bean upset?  … … … because he couldn’t expresso himself.”

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   “Okay, okay, that was good.” She replied after a moment, once she was able to reign in her giggles. Teeth dug into her lower lip and fingers drummed against the table as she racked her brain for a reply. “Um... Why did Adele cross the street? ----- To say ‘hello from the other side’!” Perhaps it wasn’t as good as his, but half-singing the punchline should be worth some extra credit, right?

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❝ i feel like a drug lord with all this white powder everywhere. ❞ ((coalwood verse they could be cooking together?

nailed it! meme // @fairglenned

They had planned a morning of relaxed cooking, and that’s exactly what had happened. At least it was, until it became an unintentional experiment, answering a question no one had asked: What happens when a bag of flour is simultaneously summoned by two witches? The answer, of course, is that it explodes, leaving a layer of white powder over everything– including the two witches in question.

Diana laughed at Rachel’s comment as she swept a damp cloth over the counter, realising suddenly how nice the companionship was. She had spent years emotionally isolating herself, keeping everyone at a distance. She was always friendly, of course, and knew many people. But not a single one of them a true friend. How could they be, if Diana could never be honest with them? If she had to hide what she was– who she was? But with Rachel, everything was different. There was no hiding, no lying. To have met another witch, and one as kind, and smart, and- Oh goodness, I’m not helping at all, am I? Lost in her thoughts, she had simply been wiping the same small spot of the counter for the last few minutes as Rachel actually cleaned.

“Hey, uh…” Diana started a few minutes later, eyes fixed on the cloth she was rinsing out. “Thanks for today. It’s been nice. Hanging out with you is- it’s really fun.”