GOOD MOURNING

  flickering candles on a shadowed night and i am the flame that eats  

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A WITCH OUGHT NEVER BE FRIGHTENED IN THE DARKEST FOREST this  is  a  single  muse  blog  for  an  original  witch  character  sybill  ernest.  this  is.  private  and  mutually  exclusive  blog.  non-mutuals  please  do  not  interact.  this  blog  relies  heavily  on  a  queue  system,  and  will  often  be  low  activity.  primarily  iconless.  adored  by  kaeli  (  they  /  she  )  21+.  do  not  follow  if  you're  under  21.  BECAUSE SHE SHOULD KNOW THAT THE MOST TERRIFYING THING IN THE FOREST WAS HER

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graverisen·:  

resisting the urge to flinch away charlie keeps still , brown eyes wide as she stares at the other , confused but intrigued . she wants to argue that she had everything to loose but the words do not come . they swirl inside her brain but she can’t spit them out , protest and argument ; she wants both . she thinks of all the things she had lost when she died , but she looks back on it with a dull sort of feeling . a shiver races up her spine as sybill steps away and charlie rubs at her chin , feeling that the touch still lingers . it takes her a moment to answer and when she does her voice is flat , rough , and unlike anything she was before, “i don’t know,” she doesn’t hesitate on that . she’s been so lost since coming back . “i never planned for the after , i was-” what was she trying to do ? “i was saving my friends , i didn’t really think about it.”

                she  tilted  her  head.  it  was  like  a  puzzle  that  she  couldn’t  decipher.  the  inhumanity  of  the  other  seemed  to  call  to  sybill  like  a  fun  house  mirror.  as  if  she  had  been  seeing  herself  in  a  new  view.  charlie’s  voice  sounds  almost  gravely  to  her  ear.  “  ah,  i  see.  i  think  we  should  figure  that  out.  ”  sybill  said,  voice  melodic  and  smooth.  “  from  what  i  can  tell  you  did  save  your  friends,  you  can  check  that  one  off  you’re  list.  now  you  have  to  figure  out  what  else  you  want  from  your  after.  ”

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@wornskirt​  “ all I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘ you can’t live forever; you can’t live forever. ”

                sybill  knew  better  than  that.  math  textbook  is  splayed  out  in  front  of  her,  a  glitter  pen  in  her  hand  that  she  tapped  against  her  cheek.  there  is  a  subtle  curl  to  the  corner  of  her  lips,  something  that  is  not  quite  a  smile.  “  are  you  sure  ?  ”  she  asked  after  a  moment  of  contemplation.  the  question  at  face  value  could  seen  insincere  as  if  she  were  teasing  kailee,  but  her  features  said  otherwise.  “  if  there  was  a  way  do  you  think  you  would  take  it  ?  ”  she  chewed  at  the  end  of  the  pen,  big  eyes  looking  up  for  the  girl’s  answer.  “  think  of  all  that  you  could  do  with  eternity.  ”      

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starter call ; i would like to get things started here! like this for something small. if you’d prefer to plot comment and I’ll hop in your ims. 

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MAUDE APATOW as LEXI HOWARD Euphoria | 2.04 “You Who Cannot See, Think of Those Who Can”

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starter call ; i would like to get things started here! like this for something small. if you’d prefer to plot comment and I’ll hop in your ims. 

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@nosferot​       starter call  

                  “  it’s  a  full  moon.  ”  sybill  said,  wayward  gaze  toward  the  sky.  there  was  a  comfort  in  knowing  that  no  matter  how  many  years  she  lived  that  there  would  be  constants  to  guide  her.  she  thought  of  the  sky  and  the  stars  like  other  friends  who  peeked  through  the  clouds  to  make  sure  to  say  hello.  a  unattended  cigarette  burns  in  her  left  hand.  the  smell  clings  to  her  clothes  but  she  never  seemed  to  mind.  in  fact  she  had  collected  it  as  one  of  her  comforts  too.  a  bad  habit  she  had  picked  up  that  she’s  never  worked  out.  

              she  looked  over,    her  shoulder  relax,  “  everything  looks  brighter  underneath  it’s  light.  ”  cities  or  towns  always  looked  the  most  inviting  in  the  moonlight.  divorced  from  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  human  life.  there  is  a  grin  that  tugged  at  the  edges  of  her  mouth.  “  like  a  painting.  ”

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on the people that leave and the grief that takes their place

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Ritika Jyala (@ritikajyala) - Anna Marie Tendler - Spencer Madsen - Anna Marie Tendler

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@itsbllshit​​      starter call  

                  sybill  needed  to  move.  she  had  about  twenty  years  in  a  place  before  people  began  to  grow  suspicious.  they  grew  antsy  that  she  never  married.  or  followed  the  life  plan  that  they  expected  from  her.  never  a  partner,  or  community  engagement.  she  kept  herself  holed  up  in  the  nest  she  had  crafted  because  it  kept  her  safe.  when  she  moved  to  hawkins  there  had  been  a  sudden  vacancy  of  the  house.  you  could  still  see  the  hooks  where  they  used  to  hand  pictures.  there  was  a  deep  sadness  that  lingered,  but  sybill  didn’t  mind  that.  it  was  easy  to  cleanse.  

                hands  are  on  her  hips  with  an  abandoned  tea  cup  nearby.  the  smell  of  incense  filled  the  room  and  slowly  the  residue  feeling  began  to  dissipate.  she  picked  up  the  cold  cup  and  brought  the  liquid  to  her  lips.  there’s  a  loud  knock  at  the  door.  sybill  ignored  it  until  it  came  again.  she  opened  up  the  door.  “  i  put  up  a  no  soliciting  sign  -  “  she  explained  before  noticing  that  the  young  woman  was  lacking  anything  to  sell.  “  is  there  something  i  can  help  you  with  ?  ”

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@ziggytm​    starter call

              sybill  never  looked  for  other  witches.  it  was  not  as  if  she  wasn’t  looking  either,  but  losing  most  of  her  original  sisterhood  put  a  damper  on  creating  another.  still,  despite  herself  she  could  sense  it.  the  electrified  hum  of  someone’s  skin  ringing  in  her  ears.  it  doesn’t  always  signify  witch,  but  it  did  help  sybill  spot  the  oddities  of  the  world.  she  stood  on  the  end  of  her  property  line,  her  cottage  behind.  a  lit  cigarette  in  her  hand,  smoke  billowing  up.    “  you’ve  wandered  too  from  the  main  road.  ”

              she  leaned  against  the  fence,  the  other  took  a  step  closer  and  she  could  sense  that  familiar  hum  from  there.  “  unless  you  came  looking  for  something.  ”  sybill  offered.  it  wasn’t  often  that  she  got  visitors,  at  least  not  willing  ones.  all  of  her  photography  would  would  have  pointed  them  to  the  office  in  town.  she  slipped  a  piece  of  hair  behind  her  ear,  flicking  the  ash  off  the  end  of  her  cigarette  before  taking  another  drag.  “  well,  which  is  it  ?  ”

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starter call ; i would like to get things started here! like this for something small. if you’d prefer to plot comment and I’ll hop in your ims. 

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@rubinsteind​    starter call​

                sybill  leaned  her  soft  cheek  onto  the  pillow.  her  house  feels  less  empty  when  there  is  company  in  the  sitting  room.  the  abandoned  tea  cups  on  the  coffee  table  between  them.  whose  to  say  what  they  might  be  filled  with  but  the  sybill  reaches  for  her  own  and  takes  a  long  sip.  “  let  me  be  inhuman  a  moment.  ”  she  said  quietly.  so  much  of  her  life  was  a  tangled  web  that  she  had  forged  until  anyone  who  sought  to  harm  her  would  be  tangled  in  it’s  midst.  she  looked  over  at  shelley  with  almost  a  sad  smile  on  her  features.  “  i’m  oh  so  tired.  ”  sybill  looked  over  the  other’s  face.  she  can  feel  the  hum  of  something  on  shelley’s  skin  but  she’s  never  been  able  to  decipher  what  exactly.  “  we  both  look  a  little  worse  for  wear.  ”

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starter call ; i would like to get things started here! like this for something small. if you’d prefer to plot comment and I’ll hop in your ims. 

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The Great Gatsby Sentence Meme

“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.”

“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!”

“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”

“Human sympathy has its limits.”

“'I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

“I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”

“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”

“I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.”

“I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person, I thought it was your secret pride.”

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.”

“I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.”

“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”

“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”

“It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such- such beautiful shirts before.”

“It takes two to make an accident.”

“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”

“Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”

“Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back.”

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty year?”

“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”

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@apthecary​​

                  it  was  curious  being  tied  to  an  object.  she  had  bargained  her  humanity  to  preserve  her  immortality.  a  deal  she  had  forged  in  a  moonlit  field,  unaware  of  the  powers  that  she  was  engaging  with.  it  had  taken  her  a  long  time  to  realize  that  the  effect  of  her  thievery  was  leeching  onto  her  soul.  a  black  stain  was  spreading  across  her  heart  and  she  couldn’t  seem  to  contain  it’s  affects.  she  shifted  nervously,  peering  over  at  the  camera  in  omen’s  hands.  on  principle  sybill  didn’t  like  to  hand  it  over  to  anyone,  but  she  needed  to  know  if  he  could  see  something  she  could.  sense  some  older  kind  of  magic.  

              she  leaned  against  the  table,  resting  her  chin  on  her  hands.  “  i  wish  i  had  more  details  to  give  you  about  it’s  origin.  ”  she  said  quietly.    “  if  it  had  been  a  deal  i  knew  i  was  making  i  could  have  taken  down  the  terms  and  conditions  properly.  ”  it  was  lucky  she  had  never  lost  possession  of  the  camera.  she  wasn’t  sure  what  the  outcome  would  be  if  she  had.  “  what  does  it  feel  like  to  you  ?”

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