spellbinder.

⁽      𝓪𝓼      𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲,      𝘀𝗼      𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜.      ₎

[omenshe]

𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝙎𝙃𝙀. ⸻ the apotheosis of all 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺. welcome to 𝘿𝙊𝙑𝙀𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘, feat. 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖓, an eminent seer ⅋ witch with unlocked 𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 abilities, including omniscient 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐘 ⅋ 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, who predicts 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 visions that she paints out 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 the timeline of events dare to unfold. cast in an 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳 setting ⅋ narrative, steeped in supernatural + 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 folklore. highly selective ⅋ friends only. beguilingly foretold by 𝕯𝐎𝐕𝐄.

𝕲𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝕻𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. 𝕷𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 : ⁽ she is ₎ the prophesized 𝒪𝑀𝐸𝑁. Girlhood 𝒗𝒔 godhood. Causing 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 with a thought. Magic is an honor until it’s a 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎. Horror as a forced art composition. An 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒔 of the divine curling 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖑𝖞 within. Being born on the wrong side of witchcraft. A resurrection originating a 𝖛𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 rebirth. Daggered to the hilt with 𝕱𝐀𝐓𝐄. The innate urge to become a waking 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙀.

[omenshe]

Hiatusing until like . . . October 23rd. I just need to feel the chill of high autumn and the darkness of Scorpio Season as a composite whole. If you need to soft block to curate your space, go ahead, I'll re - follow upon my return should that happen, if you want me to. I just am not feeling the writing bug at the moment.

Luckily Leo season, the lion divas of the zodiac, has started today and ends Cancer season and taking Mercury rx with it starting tomorrow, even if the retroshade we have to endure until the 6th of August. Halloween at the end of October followed by my birthday on November 1st, so there's that to look forward to once hiatus is over!

Sorry guys, this summer is just taking me the f out and I am fully burned out with every outlet. I just need a BREAK.

[omenshe]

Block  people.  Unfollow  accounts.  Throw  old  shit  away  that  does  not  serve  you  or  what  you’re  trying  to  bring  to  your  hobby  or  your  life  in  general.  There  are  people  who  want  to  watch  you  fail.  Pay  them  DUST.  These  aren’t  just  overt  haters,  but  you  can  100%  feel  their  negative  energy.  And  it’s  aimed  right  FOR  you.  And  that  energy  is  usually  malignant  and  in  the  form  of  some  kind  of  nasty  envy or some other foul reason.  PLEASE  NORMALIZE  THE  BLOCK  FEATURE.  Remove  people  who  lurk  and  never  engage  (your  intuition  doesn’t  lie  babes).  If  someone  or  something  feels  just…  off…  then  they  ARE  off.  Please  stop  talking  yourself  out  of  what  you  already  know  to  be  true.  Do  that  digital  sage  cleanse,   if  need  be,  and  protect  your  peace.  I  personally  love  a  good  ol’  cleansing  during  Mercury  rx.  Stay  sane  and  keep  that  energy  protected,  especially  right  now.  It’s  Monday,  and  that  means  new  beginnings.  Start  the  new  week  off  in  the  right  way.  If  it  doesn’t  serve  you,  get  it  out  of  your  house.

[omenshe]

Ironic that all three Mercury rx that we've had so far happened and are happening during the seasons of our water signs. The first one happened during Pisces season, the one we are in now is in Cancer season (obv.) and the upcoming one will be in Scorpio season.

And what does Mercury rx signify? Well the planet seems to be moving backward, so we're being plagued by delays, miscommunications, and glitches, making it an ideal time to pause, reflect, and revisit unfinished business.

Water signs are known for being introspective and this right here explains why I have ZERO want to do anything creative / activity induced and I have like... this unexplained anxiety that feels like came out of nowhere. As a Scorpio I just CANNOT get it together right now. Sorry for the frequent inactivity: everything I write is shit, honestly, and if I give anyone any kind of replies, it's going to be worth all of your time or nothing.

[omenshe]

"The past has a very interesting way of coming back to the present. It never goes away. But I'm learning that we shouldn't all be held prisoner by it."

║▌│ㅤ☽◯☾‬   * ｡ ⋆  ⛦ ‧ ⁺ ˎˊ˗ 𝕴𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑,  where  the  actual  garden,  both  herb  and  floral,  was  located.  Persephone  could  hear  the  roar  of  the  waves beyond the picket fence and further past the bluff,  and  upon  glancing  up  through  her  Chanel  sunglasses,  she  could  see  that  it’d  all  be  watered  very  soon,  without  her  help.  There  was  a  storm  a  brewin’,  and  that  meant  that  she’d  done  enough  dancing  to  conjure  the  elements,  so  to  speak. 

There  were  two  decorative  ebony - hued  lawn  chairs  with  scrollwork  detailing,  and  a  study  glass  table  with  fresh  berry  juice  elixir filled  in  a  decanter  along  with  two  crystal  glasses.  She  motioned  to  the  table  for  @floripire  to  sit,  and  then  she  poured  two  glasses  full  of  the  deep  crimson  heady  liquid  that  was  both  fragrant  and  magical,  with  a  little  of  this  herb  and  that  herb  to  alleviate  tension  and  give  an  altogether  feeling  of  general  wellness ⸻ not  that  Flori  was  lax  in  that  department. 

❛❛ Interesting  is  a  peculiar  usage  of  how  the  past  can  be  described,  but  I’d  call  it  more  ironic  than  anything  else. ❜❜  Persephone  locked  eyes  with  her  even  through  the  lenses  of  the  sunglasses,  and  she  had  a  feeling  Flori  could  see  right  through  them.  ❛❛ But  no,  it  never  does  go  away,  and  really  likes  to  haunt  down  to  the  marrow,  you  know ? ❜❜ 

But  the  prisoner  part . . . there  was  no  help  or  hope  for  that.  It  was  just  all  omnipresent  at  this  point ⸻ coexisting  without  warrant,  without  reason,  without  ceremony.  Maybe,  eventually,  it  wouldn’t  hurt  so  damn  much.  But  only  more  time  given  could  tell.  And  she  was  tired  of  giving  time  as  if  there  was  a  lot  to  give ⸻ not  ever  circumstance  was  transactional.  Time  was  something  she’d  learned  long  ago  that  she  couldn’t  get  back.  No  matter  how  many  visions  she  painted,  no  matter  how  many  spells  she’d  cast,  no  matter  how  many  circles  she  raised  or  wars  she’d  planned. 

❛❛ Do  you  still  want  to  be  out  here ?  I  think  it’s  about  to  pour  down  on  us,  and  if  you  aren’t  one  for  the  rain,  we  can  always  venture  inside. ❜❜     Taking  a  sip  of  the  liquid,  any  last  vestige  of  complacency  was  washed  away,  at  least  for  the  time  being. 

[thebugvolt]

If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

[ariesrin]

I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.

[temp0rt5l]

❝ to love me is to suffer me . ❞

@omenshe || liked || nettles

[omenshe]

❛❛ 𝕺𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⸻  suffering  and  love  do  not  go  hand  in  hand,  nor  are  they  equals. ❜❜  The  witch  stirs  monkfruit  sweetener  into  the  spiced  Masala  Chai  tea,  and hints  of  cinnamon  and  cardamom  wafting  through  the  air  in  silken  plumes.  Persephone  so  obviously  understood the concept of  to  each  their  own,  but  she  couldn’t  just  willingly  sit  here  and  listen  to  this  blatantly  debilitating  antithesis  of  a  statement from @temp0rt5l.

❛❛ Maybe . . .  and  unfortunately,  this  is  so  often  a  known  fact.  A  TOXIC  fact,  but  a  known  one.  Especially  in  the  my  household.  And  how  little  it  is  that  I  care  for  it.  That’s  why  I  got  out. ❜❜  At  least  Persephone  could  tell  herself  that,  even  if  her  father  would  ensure  that  would  never  fully  happen  to any foreseeable extent.

[nohoperadio]

You know that thing would eat you if you died, right? *pointing to the false image of you that others perceive*

[omenshe]

i'm not. killing. "people"!

║▌│ㅤ☽◯☾‬   * ｡ ⋆  ⛦ ‧ ⁺ ˎˊ˗ ❛❛ 𝓢𝐎,   𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐑𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐅  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 ? ❜❜  Her  eyes  roam  around furtively,  wondering  if  the  powerful ancestral  voices  were  intending  to  create  a  parody  of  this  entire  conversation,  or  if  they  would  entertain  the  concept  by  leaving  the  girls  alone,  just  this  once. 

It  was  not  your  typical  Sunday.  Persephone  had  been  alone,  at  Rosethorns,  balancing  out  the  ledger  for  the  new  week,  readying  a  bank  run  the  next morning  before  heading out to Cambridge.  The  apothecary  was  a  surefire  way  she  was  making  the  income  necessary  to  attend  Harvard ⸻  the  scholarship  only  covered  a  decent  portion,  and  law  school  was . . .  expensive.  Her  diabolical  paternal figure  had  tried  to  insert  domination  over  her  finances,  providing  a  check  of  full  tuition  plus  room  and  board  if  she  wanted  it,  but  she  didn't  mind  the  hour - long drive  back  to  New  Salem.  Anything  as  long  as  she  wasn't  relying  on  that  dreadful warlock  of a man that called himself father to  cover  her  head with his surreptitious blood money.

❛❛ I  get  the  whole  concept  of  Outsiders.  Civilians.  People  that  aren't seen  as . . .  well, people. ❜❜  She  tilts  her  head toward @lycancursed,  raven  locks  tumbling  in  a  noir  stream  over  her  shoulder,  gleaming  in  the  midday  sunlight.  ❛❛ Look,  just  as  long  as  the  trail  doesn't  lead  to  the house,   you  can  do  as  you  like.  You  won't  receive  any  judgments  from  me. ❜❜ 

[omenshe]

persephone's body. ⸻ a character study.

001. ink of a coiling black serpent on the right hand, sacred in Mayan mythology and a motif of The Underworld. 002. not one to cover up her body, she takes pride in her physique with at times skimpy clothes, 003. and will wear them anytime she chooses, even at a refined art gallery.

004. rounded almond eyes like glittering amethysts in the firelight when magic is amplified, and a rich violet - blue regularly. elizabeth taylor eyes. she always decorates them with winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man. 005. lithe - muscled and slender toned, she still carries a ballerina assoluta's graceful physique. her daily activities include morning runs to keep her witchy ass in shape, including nourishing her body with fruits, vegetables and whole grains. 006. her form is a work of art and is often sculpted in fine arts programs at her university.

007. a swan - like neck, long and graceful. 008. lean legs, long for her height. she has those gams. 009. ethnically she is Latina and Mediterranean, and cool olive toned, so she does harbor naturally tanned skin in the warmer months and pales considerably in the autumn and winter season when mostly indoors.

010. new ink of a deep blood - red peony in full bloom and a split pomegranate, symbols specifically and equivocally of her deity of choice and namesake : PERSEPHONE. 011. Another ink of a black Mexican Kingsnake serpent atop her foot and winding up her ankle and leg, creating a bit of an ouroboros. 012. Twin catherdrals on the top of each hand, planchette shaped, as a symbol of the occult and a mystical conduit and physical bridge between the living world and the spirit realm. But really, it's a personal symbol for herself and her deceased twin, Nikolai.

[pukicho]

I don’t care about Gods wrath, it is cool to be gluttonous and slutty

[omenshe]

║▌│ㅤ☽◯☾‬   * ｡ ⋆  ⛦ ‧ ⁺ ˎˊ˗ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓, a practitioner's hair acts as a literal and spiritual extension of their energy. Hair length and styling are frequently used intentionally in magic : long hair is thought to act as a spiritual antenna that gathers energy over time, whereas short or cut hair is used to quicken spells, shed past traumas, and break energetic ties.

[omenshe]

a confessional booth that smells like old wood. / dean

║▌│ㅤ☽◯☾‬   * ｡ ⋆  ⛦ ‧ ⁺ ˎˊ˗ 𝓢𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒,  𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓.  She ran  a  slender  index  finger  along  the  perimeter  of the officiant  window, where a member of the clergy would  appear  on  the  other  side  like  clockwork.  It  had  been  wrought  of  some  dark,  archaic  black  wood that was possibly as old as the town, perhaps even from colonial times.  The  smell  of  frankincense  and  myrrh ⸻ a  sweet,  citrusy,  and  woody  resin,  she  could  almost  ascertain  how  at  one  point  there  had  been  heavy  plumes  of  fragrant  cathedral smoke  looming  about  to  hang  like  the  old  parlor  ghosts  at  Rosethorns  Manor. 

Biting  her  plush  lower  lip faded out in Mac Nightmoth,  she  turns  deftly  on  one  black patent leather Mary - Jane  clad  foot.  The  witch was  all  knee - high  stockings  and  pleaded  skirt  and  Harvard  law  blazer and accustomed sultry sneer.  Pushing  her  lush  raven  loose  curls  behind  her,  her  eyes  were  nothing  but windows of ancestral, hereditary  magic  and  compulsive  hyacinth perversity. 

❛❛ This  better  be  good,  I  can  spare  you  about  ten  minutes  of  my  precious  time  before  I  leave  you  to  your . . .  hand. ❜❜  She  grinned,  knowing  damn  well  what  she  was  not  about  to  do  in  this  claustrophobic sarcophagus  of  a  room.   ❛❛ No but  seriously,  are  you  really  that  far  gone  to  need  an  act  of  contrition  and  three  Hail  Mary’s ? ❜❜  She  wasn't  really  sure  of  his  domination,  but  she  knows  one  thing  for  certain ⸻  Dean  was  no  witch.  And  being  in  a  place  like  this  made  the  fine  hair  on  her  toned  arms  beneath the crimson blazer and pristine black button down rise  in  horripilation. The  worst  part,  she  knew  that @bri4rs  knew  it. 

[gnawgag]

houses x autonomy

A HOUSE AS AN ENTITY OF ITS OWN

anatomy-kitty horrorshow / better call Saul -“uno” / the house that dripped blood / the haunting of hill house - shirley jackson / key of knowledge - nora roberts / adela’s house - mariana enriquez

[leftdaggered]

@omenshe said: "just this once"

She hummed, oceanic hues narrowing as she stared at the other. There was a brief moment where she considered saying no, but perhaps that is a mistake. "Fine. Just this once." She agreed, her only caveat being that Niklaus can't know about this rendezvous. "But don't make me regret this, if my brother finds out about this, well, you know how that one ends."

[omenshe]

║▌│ㅤ☽◯☾‬   * ｡ ⋆  ⛦ ‧ ⁺ ˎˊ˗ 𝕻𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑,  but  otherwise  pockets  any  other  semblance  of  emotion  further  away ⸻ as  per  usual.  She  nearly  had  forgotten  what  she’d  even  been  asking,  but  her  mind,  ever  the  steel  trap  door  that  it  was,  finally  came  back to,  blazing  to  flourish.  ❛❛ You  might  actually  want  it  than  once. ❜❜  The witch  spoke  candidly to @leftdaggered,  no  hint  of  Scorpionic  reservation  looming  to  mill  about.   ❛❛ You’re  telling  me  he’d  put  you  in  your  special wooden  box  for  a  piece  of  chocolate  cake ? ❜❜  She  grinned,  turning  around  with  two  decorative  plates  of  the  moist  offering.  ❛❛ He  must  be  a stick  in  the  mud  to  deny  something  so  rich. ❜❜  Violet  eyes  rolled  cosmos - ward  as  she  deposited  the  plate  in  Rebekah’s  hand, making their way to the antique front parlor.

[omenshe]

this isn't a mains / exclusives / affiliates call, but what IF it were?

Mains  are  the  primary  blogs  I’ll  interact  with  regularly.  I’ll  prioritize  you  for  replies  and  prompts,   focusing  on  our  dynamics  more  often  than  I  would  other  blogs  that  aren’t  my  mains. 

Exclusives  are  as  it  seems  to  be;  it’s  the  only  version  of  the  character  I’ll  write  with.  This  would  obv.  also  include  original  characters  because  nobody  BETTER  be  copying  their  likeness.  But  if  I  happen  to  make  a  canon  person  exclusive,  it’s  the  only  version  I’ll  write  with.  If  we  are  shipping,  the  face  claim  will  ALSO  be  exclusive.  I  wouldn’t  want  to  write  against  another  person  using  the  same  face,  it’s  just  weird  to  me.  I  feel  like  if  you  are  exclusive  with  someone,  you  are  exclusive  down  to  the  fine  details,  which  includes  physical  portrayals. 

Affiliates  I  am  a  bit  more  selective  with,  because  I  don’t  feel  like  I’ve  actually  gotten  to  this  point  with  anyone  yet,  except  Kal’s  @/lvthr  and  Alls’s  @/immortalhe.  If  it  actually  involves  me  making  real,  hard  changes  to  my  character  to  cause  alterations  in  her  verses  or  specific  courses  of  events,  then  affiliates  make  sense  here.  It  means  that  I  have  shaped  my  character  to  have  extensive  ties  with  your  character,  creating  it  as  canon  in  my  lore.  That  they  are  weaved  into  the  storyline  to  such  a  degree  that  I  can’t  separate  them.  It  doesn’t  necessarily  mean  a  SHIP  but  often  it  can  and  does. 

I  do  have  a  place  on  my  carrd  for  ALL  connections  and  no  longer  host  them  on  my  actual  pinned.  Please  view  the  bonds  section  for  updates. 

[omenshe]

Everyone has been added to the carrd ! There's actually two sections : 1 ⅋ 2.