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@winthrop-twins said: ‘ i’m so datable…. and yet here i am…. not being asked on dates….tragic…. ’
“Really?” Birdie looks up at Valentina, frowning. “No one is asking you on dates? That sounds hard to believe, really. Maybe they’re intimidated by you.” It’s not the like the twins weren’t beautiful. If Birdie didn’t have feelings for Mason the way she did... Well, there wasn’t much point with that.
nixplorer:
The questions. The effing questions she didn’t want to answer, the ones she’d been avoiding with the ‘I’m alright’s and the ‘I’m moving on’s would clearly not work in this situation. She’d been caught red handed doing magic in public that could have gotten her into serious trouble. She looked down from Birdie’s face and at the ground, grinding her right foot into the dirt there. Storm clouds were gathering above them and she cursed herself for not being able to control her own power at the moment. It was a momentary side effect of the numbing spell she’d done.
Did she want to open up to Birdie? Nope. Not really. The girl was dating the guy she’d really cared about before he broke it off in a voicemail while she was at Rockside Manor, but it there were other reasons she didn’t want to talk. “I’m…Not. Alright. Well, I am now that I did that spell, but I wasn’t a second ago.” She took a deep breath and reached up to brush her hair behind her ears. “I was doing a numbing spell…for grief…“
Birdie can see clearly that Phoenix simply is not okay. There’s no way she could deny it, not with the storm clouds gathering over them, or the fact that Birdie just caught her doing magic where she could easily be caught. At least it had been Birdie who caught her and not someone else. But the hesitation speaks to her too. Birdie didn’t know why, if it was not wanting to tell her or just anyone, but she gives Phoenix the time to find what she did want to say.
“Oh.” Of course. Birdie bites her lip, not sure what to say. Phoenix seemed to hide these feelings up until now, but as soon as she says it, it makes sense. “I’m sorry... Have you talked to anyone about it? Properly?” Maybe now wasn’t the best time to ask that. “Do you want to go somewhere else then?” She hesitates a second. “Do you want a hug?”
@shnvk said: ‘ hey quick question: what the fuck is going on?? ’
Birdie startled before straightening up. “Excuse me?” She didn’t like the way the young man looked at her, nor the way he spoke to her, though she didn’t really want to start an argument with fighting words either. She quickly shut her notebook, the one that was a mix of notes from university and magic. “What do you mean?”
@billie-reed said: ‘ i just want to dance around in lacy lingerie and oversized shirts and makeout on someones lap. ’
when: afternoon where: Astoria Univeristy
Birdie couldn’t help the chuckle at that nudging Billie with her elbow. “You know that does sound a lot better than the homework assignments I got today.” She shrugs, shutting the book in front of her. “You know it is Friday. I’m sure some of the girls would be down for something. We could even invite over some people too.”
Where: Astoria University When: February 22, 2019, 5:00 pm Who: @ofbirdscng
Her day of classes was finally at an end, but Phoenix didn’t want to go home just yet. The breeze on her face made her nose red, her cheeks a bit flushed. The grief spell she’d done the night before was wearing off. Everywhere her hazel eyes looked, she caught sight of families. Beautiful, happy families, with children running around and laughing like the world was nothing but rainbows and sunshine. And then it started again–each man she passed, made her double glance. Could it be…? No, that’s definitely not my brother. “What the fuck…?” She muttered to herself, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest.
The numbness that she’d been so accustomed to was leaving her sitting uncomfortably in her own skin, and she didn’t like it whatsoever. Without a single second thought, she darted to the side of a building and looked around, making sure no one would really pay attention–if she would have paid attention herself, she would have realized that doing magic in public is still doing magic in public. She pulled a crystal out of her pocket–rainbow flourite, used for memory, usually. This would work for today. She placed it in her left palm and with her right hand made her middle finger and thumb touch, muttering her spell under her breath, she shut her eyes and willed the magic of the stone into her body, twisting her right hand upside down and then upward, guiding it to her head.
A wave of light went through her body, and when she opened her eyes she was breathing heavily. She was also staring Birdie in the face. “I–” She started, putting the stone in her pocket. “Great.”
She’s not sure what pulls her to go this way after class. It’s not her usual route home, or to the library or really anywhere. She’s just wandering through campus, not paying attention. Not until she spots Phoenix and the crystal in her hand. Birdie glances around quickly, making sure no one was about to see the other girl performing magic out in the open. Thankfully there was no one around.
Crossing the space between them, she comes to stand in front of Phoenix, concerned and curious. “Are you alright?” she asks. “What are you doing?” There wasn’t even anyone watching her back, making sure she didn’t get caught. Not until Birdie had shown up unexpectedly.
ancientastarte:
“ Will it be so bad, if you do lose it? Better to lose it than to burn yourself from the inside. So much power in such a fragile body. Your mind fights for control over your body.” They were relatively alone. The closest humans couldn’t hear their conversation. Astarte looked at the ring( her wedding ring) that allowed her to walk in the sun. Remembering once again of all she had lost. Sometimes Astarte feels everything and in others she feels nothing at all. A curse and a blessing, all in one.
” After a couple of decades we can control our blood lust, but young witches also don’t have it easy.“ Growing up her daughter had a tendency to explode stuff around her. In a house full of vampires, it wasn’t like anyone got hurt. They just had to be careful not to let Violca be hurt by the flying debris. ” When it hurts you gotta channel it into something or someone.“
Birdie nods. “If I lose it... I risk hurting everyone around me. And losing them too.” And that scared Birdie more than the idea of her unknown birth mother contacting her. That she could lose her adopted family, and her sorority family, and anyone else she cared about if she lost control of her magic and her feelings. She could bring things back to life, who was to say she couldn’t also condemn them to death?
She laughs softly at that and shrugs. “It’s alright. And I do channel it. I just don’t hold onto it after.”
( * &. – MORE POPULAR TEXT POST STARTERS .
‘ i’m alive out of spite. ’
‘ do you ever just feel super unloveable? ’
‘ i’m so datable…. and yet here i am…. not being asked on dates….tragic…. ’
‘ hey quick question: what the fuck is going on?? ’
‘ i’m a person who wants to do lots of things trapped inside a body that wants to SLEEP at all times. ’
‘ my mindset is changing and i just don’t want to be around certain things or people anymore. ’
‘ i want mamma mia to become the fast and furious franchise of musicals. ’
‘ playlists are a love language. ’
‘ gay culture is being just a little bit in love with all your friends. ’
‘ so damn ready for hoodies and cold nights. ’
‘ if you were emo once you’re emo for life, whether you wear the uniform anymore or not. ’
‘ i’m all panic and no disco. ’
‘ me talking to myself in the morning: okay bitch, get the fuck up. ’
‘ can i stop existence for a few hours? ’
‘ you ain’t at your lowest till you sit down in a standing shower. ’
‘ i’m super sexual but like also i’m super shy which don’t mix well. ’
‘ princess aurora is just so relatable… she’s known for simply… sleeping… inspirational tbh… ’
‘ destroy the idea that i can be stopped. that i can be defeated by mortal hands. ’
‘ on all levels except physical i am an emo middle schooler. ’
‘ whatever you do, do it with love. ’
‘ we’re all just ex-emo kids tryin to make it in this post-emo world. ’
‘ i just want to dance around in lacy lingerie and oversized shirts and makeout on someones lap. ’
‘ screenshots don’t scare me, i know what the fuck i said. ’
‘ i’m going to say something super controversial here: billionaires shouldn’t exist. ’
‘ i just had the absolute WORST realization: glee would have covered despacito. ’
‘ i wish to radiate moonlight and heavenly energy at all times. ’
‘ shout out to everyone who i still trying to heal from things they don’t talk about. ’
‘ it’s just me and my big thighs against the world. ’
‘ what happens to all your teen angst when you’re 20… like where does it go? ’
‘ shout out to my incoherent bitches!! shout out to all the babes out there who don’t make no fucking sense!! ’
‘ tiny hearts generate above my head when i think of you. ’
‘ tested positive for overthinking. ’
‘ queer eye is just like ‘damn bitch, you live like this?’ the show. ’
‘ i want the queer eye guys to come to my house and just burn all my shit then prescribe me adderall. ’
‘ i don’t even keep up with the memes anymore, i just accept them. when we’re sad we play despacito? okie dokie. ’
‘ am i annoying and a little ugly? yes. but will i let that get in the way of doing what i love and being happy?? also probably yes. ’
‘ someone waiting to do something because they want to experience it with you is a glowing kind of love. ’
‘ am i in love with someone? nah i got shit to do. ’
‘ never understood people who let candy melt in their mouth. i’ll bite down on a damn jolly rancher because i lack the patience. ’
‘ if you think i’m cute you legally have to tell me. ’
‘ look at you, living everyday without the person you thought you needed. ’
‘ i want a soft love that feels like when your standing in the sunlight and you don’t want to leave and that gives you the sensation of lazily melting into what’s around you as you take it all in ’
‘ my neck, my back, my anxiety attack. ’
‘ why get a boyfriend when you can get a pack of really nice pens. ’
‘ in sixth grade you were either a cucumber melon bitch or a warm vanilla sugar bitch. ’
‘ friendly reminder: the way they treat(ed) you is not a reflection of your worth. ’
‘ i wish i could be near you, my heart misses you. ’
‘ i’m not trying my hardest but i’m very tired which i think should be taken into consideration ’
Send one for a starter! Feel free to send multiple!
@ancientastarte (continued from x)
“ I would rather have memories of what I have lost and use those moments to full my anger than forget.”
Perhaps if she was to forget the past, Astarte would finally find some semblance of peace. Hers, was a calm rage. Building up inside and waiting to be unleash. The more she keeps inside the harder it is to keep her sanity intact. And when her sanity slips, the Other comes out to play.
“ To be fair, some people cope better with forgetting and moving on. My own ability to hold grudges still impresses me sometimes. I never aimed for the high road. If I did my shrink wouldn´t have a way to pay his bills by the end of the month.”
Her last words were obviously a jest. Astarte would probably play with the shrink and make the doctor crazy before “curing” her. Now that was a good experiment to consider.
Birdie shrugs with a small smile. There was things she’d much rather forget and pretend never happened than hold onto forever. Her birth parents, for example. “I just know if I clung to everything I’d lose it, y’know?”
A second later, she adds, “Then again, that’s not to say that all things should be forgiven straight away. I’m not gonna let someone walk over me, but-- Sometimes... It just hurts.”
Have you ever been in love?
Birdie giggles. "I think so. I think.... I think I might be now."
@masonxlanford
i. overview
Species: Light Blooded Wytch
Full Name: Elizabeth “Birdie” Wilson
Birthday & Age: April 28th, 1997 / 21
Level: Familiar
Occupation: Social Chair of Phi Phi Omega Sorority
Neighborhood: Phi Phi Omega Sorority Chapter House.
Residency Status: Resident, 2 years.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
ii. personality
+ passionate, cultured, daring, & curious.
- complacent, timid, hesitant, & moody.
iii. about the species
most wytches are in fact born wytches. this is a genetical gift that is passed down through generations, however, not every family member receives the gift. while some think that wytches are a symbol of dark magic - but that is not always the case. wytches have a choice, while dark magic does exist - it is not something a wytch needs to perform. dark magic can be extremely dangerous and life threatening and is quite difficult to control. wytches are by all accounts human, they just possess a special supernatural ability. this ability starts to manifest itself around the age of 12, though sometimes sooner - and in others it happens later. though wytches are considered to be ultimately powerful - they did in fact create vaympires and weyrwolves… though this was through the use of dark magic.
iv. the past
the baby had two things when she was found on the steps of the hospital: the blanket she was swaddled in, with a bird stitched into it, and a small piece of paper with elizabeth written on it. finding the mother was an impossible task, long gone into the early morning fog. One of the nurses and her husband, who had children of their own, took her in to begin with. It was meant to be temporary. though her name became elizabeth like the paper proclaimed, (her surname coming from the street the hospital was located on) it was one of her foster siblings who gave her the nickname “birdie” after the blanket she was found in. she stayed with that family for three years before they were moving away and couldn’t bring her with them. birdie ended up in the foster care system.
she stayed with her next family for five years. it was here, that she discovered two important facts about herself. first, she didn’t have ‘proper parents’, no one knew who her birth family was. two, she had magic flowing through her veins, something that delighted her when she brought a butterfly back to life. both of these facts – and in particular the reaction she got from adults – cemented a feeling of otherness that haunted her.
v. the current
when she was eight, things changed. one day, a young couple came to her foster home. mr and mrs wilson. they were very interested in birdie, they said. they want to adopt you, one of her foster siblings whispered in her ear. it started with a trial, just to see if everything would go well, and ended with adoption papers being signed. birdie had an official family. it was like magic. it was then, on the day that her adoption papers were signed, that she decided she didn’t care about who her birth parents were any more. she had parents, she had a family, she had magic. life could throw anything it wanted at her, she would smile and shrug the blues away. and if someone decided to call her a pushover for that? then birdie could show anyone who tried exactly how tough she could be. it is brave to be kind in an unkind world, she started saying.
her new parents loved her, but something became very clear to birdie: they didn’t believe in magic either. so she hid it, pushing that spark down inside her. it was the hardest thing she did, pretending she wasn’t magic. she had friends and a perfectly fine life, but it was always missing something. then she moved to deadwood for college – it called to her soul, for reasons she couldn’t explain – and found phi phi omega. it was like returning home, finding her true family and being able to be herself more truthfully than she ever had before. so her excitement, optimism, and romanticism was a bit overwhelming at first, but her sisters discovered the kind and loyal birdie beneath.
vi. connections
✗ MASON LANDFORD - there are different aspects of her she chooses to shelve away. she isn’t the untainted butterfly her sisters paint her to be. one person is the exception to this rule. they met on december 21st, 2017. she was waiting for a taxi near astoria, caught in a slight winterstorm. the driver was roughly thirty minutes late and there was a ninety-nine point nine chance she had missed her flight back home. he was coming out of the astoria building, minding his business when in comes a puzzled wytch asking for a ride back to her chapter house. the ten minute car drive led them to have the personal relationship they have today. they’ve begun dating, briefly, still getting to know one another but she still finds herself drawing back. she’s one of those wytches who find the malevolent practices taboo and she’s not sure why he simply doesn’t leave the shelter of the church of night.
✗ PHI PHI OMEGA SORORITY - she’s bonded with almost each every wytch in the house, believing in the strength in getting to know those you live with. her optimism came off a little unflattering at first but now they know it’s simply an eccentric trait she possesses. there are ideas she wishes to present to them, spells and charms to improve the coven’s security. if only she had the right knowledge to convey these ideas and make them a reality. a tinkerbell, she has all the tools to become a great wytch of her generation. the gift is rather dormant, necromancy comes every blue moon and she has to blossom these abilities before they fade away. due to her timid nature and procrastinating tendencies, her life may seem like a big whirlwind of jumbled thoughts.
Her face claim is LANA CONDOR and she’s played by ALICIA.
Honesty hour
name/alias: alicia
one fun fact about yourself: i’m studying to be a screenwriter!
favorite supernatural creature: witch
favorite supernatural-themed media: hmmm
favorite type of roleplay event: hmmm.... dramatic plot twists
favorite faceclaims: hailee steinfeld, isabella gomez, letita wright, zoe kravitz
dream au: ooh depends on the rp... different time periods are good, or powers swaps etc, anything where things are consequence-free
She liked messy beds and movie nights without any lights on. She liked the quiet company of a few good friends. Her idea of love was gentle and silent, like a whisper of a touch. Some things are magical and magic, contrary to popular opinion, is often found in the most ordinary of places.
12/18/15. (via c0ntemplations)
modern mythology aesthetics: harmonia
that little grin in between kisses
