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❤ ; your muse taking care of a physical injury on my muse !

“This looks pretty deep, y’know...” She observed as she gently wiped over the knife wound - a nice long slash across his forearm. Her brow wore a worried crease as she used one hand to hold the wound together and the other rinsed the cloth in water. Not normal water of course... it had a few embellishments to help the healing process along. “You sure I can’t take you to the hospital?” Her voice was laced with concern as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth; she wasn’t a first aid-er, she could only do so much. This wound looked like it needed stitches! And several. Why was Ambrose not around when she needed his skillset?!

“Lay still!” She warned as she pushed one hand into the centre of his chest, using gentle force to push him back down against her couch (well - chaise lounge), shooting him a stern glare. “I need your heart to be lower than the wound. Stops the blood being pumped to-- seriously! Stay still!” She growled in slight frustration as she wiped the wound once more before casting the bowl of water and cloth aside and reaching for the compression bandage she had on hand.

Having wrapped the injury tightly enough, she sat back and swept the back of her hand over her forehead, her body releasing some of the tension it had been building. “Okay... so tell me again how this happened? And don’t give me the ‘I slipped and fell’ nonsense. I’m not a cop.” Her attempt at humour would more than likely fall flat but... hey, whatever made light of this rather dire situation.

❤ ; your muse taking care of a physical injury on my muse ! - reversed.

As she sat across from him in that weird little diner all Riverdale townies loved, she couldn’t take her eyes off his. They seemed so full of concern as he held her bloody palm in his; “I told you, I heal really fast so don’t worry.” She tried to reassure him, her lips turned up in a slightly sad smile. The concern was flattering. Adorable, really... Those big worried eyes studying the gouge as if his glare could stitch the wound back together. Which... He was mortal, so that wasn’t going to happen but the thought was warming.

“It was stupid. I wasn’t paying attention and I slipped, grabbed a post to catch myself and apparently there was a nail in it! I’m up to date with tetanus shots.” Of course, that wasn’t strictly true; she’d needed her blood for a blood-binding spell and she’d been in a rush so... she’d got a little carried away. A bit too enthusiastic. But it had worked! Though, someone being concerned enough like this? It was... nice. It felt as if she had been noticed for the first time in a while. Life for friends and family had been so chaotic that she had tried to keep a low profile, keep herself out of trouble for a little stint which was a big, big ask for the petite girl.

She was however, really looking forward to the onion rings and shakes Sweet Pea had ordered when they got here. Apparently eternal banishment really gave you a craving for dairy and salt... who knew?! “Let me get this. You drove and cleaned me up so...” And by cleaned up, she meant wiped the rune (in her own blood) off of her forehead. Hah, weird - I must have rubbed my head... with my fingers... in that pattern. Anther lie, but it was safer than the truth. Right?

#thanks for that youve given me a new ship #thread #serpcntloyalty

fycaos

Chapter Two: The Dark Baptism | Chapter Fourteen: Lupercalia

#spoilers #the witch

thirdnightsister‌:

It was strange how fast all of it had changed. Really, a night was all it took for everything to fall apart. One moment, she and her sisters were finally back on the same page after so long, the next she was slipping unconscious on the chapel floor.

As most of the members of the coven recovered, they divided, wandering off to homes and families as they tried to make sense of what had happened and what would happen now. The Academy was closed for the foreseeable future. Prudence had gone to kill her father. And Dorcas and Agatha had no where to go. They had to rely on the goodwill of the Spellman family, which, frankly, she was amazed for considering the complicated history between them and the sisters. They couldn’t stay there forever, though, and Agatha had left her sister to recover while she tried to find somewhere for them to go.

She was curled in a corner nook of the mortuary, her knees drawn to her chest and her head on her knees, half dozing off, half trying to feel something from either of her sisters through the connection they’d shared for so long. She didn’t hear Sabrina come up until she spoke. She raised her head to look at her blankly for a moment. When was the last time she’d actually spoken to Sabrina? The last night of lupercalia? Could that really have been it? She didn’t understand, then, why Sabrina would offer to help. They weren’t really friends, and she had nothing to gain by being nice to Dorcas. Still, she uncurled from her spot. “Thank you. A bath would be nice.”

The girl staying in her family home seemed so much... smaller here. So much more human, approachable. The fear or resentment that Sabrina had carried toward the Sisters had ebbed away into nothing... It wasn’t their fault. They had been brainwashed into thinking that Father Blackwood’s word was gospel. But now he was gone? His name tarnished and the slander staining his reputation? It freed them.

It freed all of the students at the Academy. “I’ll show you where everything is.” She offered as she stepped aside, inviting Dorcas to join her with a small, simple gesture of her arm. It wasn’t going to be easy. The two had hardly said more than 3 sentences to each other since the Lupercalia and all of that drama with Nick... Which, the very thought of his name caused very real pains in her chest, causing her to reach up and gently place her hand over her heart. It was hard - conflicting... On the one hand, she felt betrayed by him. But on the other? She still loved him. Missed him. Wanted him back--

But that wasn’t for Dorcas to know. She didn’t need that on top of everything else she had to deal with. “We’ve got jasmine and lilac salts in.” She added to sweeten the deal and fill the silence that had fallen only briefly. It wasn’t as if all the awkwardness had just vanished, after all! That was going to take some time to pave other and form a new path. But she held hope. Whilst Prudence was off with Ambrose, she felt that missing piece too. Her cousin was her confidant and as close as she had to a brother - much the same as the absent sister was to Dorcas. So - might as well make do and mend with who you have, right?

#thirdnightsister

highwiitch‌:

❝ I tried to talk to her, but she won’t listen to me either. Maybe I should try again, she didn’t seem completely convinced of her decision. ❞ A sigh escaped the older witch, fingers gently rubbing the bridge of her nose. Reaching out to take her own cup of tea, Maerose took a sip just to keep herself occupied. This was a serious situation and the dark witch found herself rather clueless as for what they could do. A wedding out of power wasn’t what she wanted to Zelda, there were better ways to get what she wanted. In fact, Maerose had proposed to her, though the other witch had claimed it to be something different. ❝ I truly wish I could say I know what she should do, but your aunt is infuriatingly stubborn. ❞ More than once had she been furious because of that annoying trait. ❝ What I can, however, assure you, is that I won’t let Faustus to any harm to your family. Maybe with another conversation we can bring some sense to your aunt. ❞

Sabrina watched as the woman barely touched her tea but took no offence to it. She was more than likely just not in the mood for it; “As much as I think the man is an absolute toad, he’s clever... He knows what he’s doing and how he’s going to do it, Maerose. He has this-- this like, army of devout followers who would do anything to protect him... Truthfully, I think they’re all just disposable bodyguards to him but I can’t prove it.” Her gaze falls to her own cup as she gently swirled the hot, steeped liquid contained in the porcelain; “He’s good. Very good. But he does make mistakes. Problem is, no one is willing to take my word for it. A half-bred witch with a history of rebellion? It’s not hard to see why...” Though she stuck to her guns. Her actions were carried out to demonstrate how she truly felt! She couldn’t stand the patriarchal boyishness of the Academy - so she ran for Head Boy. And yes, she bumped up against Father Blackwood very frequently, but it wasn’t without backing! Nothing she did seemed to get the right people to notice. But Maerose? Oh yes...

#highwiitch

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≏ ; your muse helping mine with studies !

“It’s just remembering the dates, Harvey! It’s not that hard. It’s 16 numbers, max.” Sabrina laughed gently as she clicked the lid of her highlighter back in place and leaned back into the soft leather of the couch in the library; “Once you get out of your own head, you’ll ace it.” She assured as her hand found his, the backs of their hands brushing so gently as she laced their fingers together and bought the back of his hand to her barely painted lips.

Finding time to be at Baxter High these days was getting harder and harder. And what made it worse was she couldn’t share her double life with her friends or her boyfriend. The only person who had any idea what it was like was Ms Wardwell, and it wasn’t as if Sabrina was going to go running to her with all of her worries about her boyfriend! They didn’t have that kind of a bond. She was more of a guide or distanced mentor...

“I’m away again this weekend but we still have til Wednesday next week to get these dates drilled into your head. I’m sure we can manage.” And she was confident Hilda would have some sort of tea or balm that would help him just a little. Not enough to cheat as such, but enough to help guide him through mental fog to pull the right answer to the front of his mind. She’d used similar methods once or twice before and there was no real harm in it! It was just herbology...

#thread #theharveyofitall

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❤ ; your muse taking care of a physical injury on my muse !

“I did tell you not to try move it on your own, Harv’.” Sabrina tutted as she returned with the cubes of ice wrapped in a cloth from under the bathroom sink. This place was so clearly a mans house... no real first aid kit. Or organisation to the cupboards at all, to the quite honest. “It looks like it’s gonna leave quite the bruise...” She insisted as she approached the couch, perching on the arm and placing the makeshift ice pack atop of that nice dark coloured bruise forming on his shoulder. She should have knocked, really. Maybe this was on her. She knew she couldn’t just show up here like she used to. They weren’t like they used to be. He knew now - who she was. He also knew about how she’d tried to help his brother. But she missed him. Every bone in her body missed him. Each nerve cried out for his touch. But she knew this was for the best. She had to protect him... The break-up had been the hardest decision of her life, but she knew it was for the best. She couldn’t be close to him - it made him a target.

But he was the sweetest weakness to have.

“I just-- I could fix this if you’re-- if you’re comfortable with that?” Probably not but... it was worth asking, right? To show him she was still her old self? The girl who loved to look after those she loved. It just meant that now, she had a little more scope as to how she went about it. A steady hand lifted, fingers gently sweeping back that light brown hair of his before feeding back into the rest of his soft locks, dropping to his shoulder as soon as she realised that wasn’t exactly acceptable.

#thread #theharveyofitall

recaption

#the witch

@shedevvil

Don’t do it, Sabrina. You can’t project like that, Sabrina. It’s too much, Sabrina. You’ll die, Sabrina.

She didn’t need that negativity in her life! She needed to do this. She needed to see Lilith. She had to. With all of the deceit, tricks and lies behind them? She needed Lilith. Her mentor. The woman who risked all that she was to protect her from the man who was Sabrina’s biological father (and the Dark Lord of Hell itself, let’s not forget that little tit-bit). Her perspective had shifted so very much, leaving the girl both empowered and vulnerable.

She’d lost her love but gained a… dare she say it, mother-figure? Third aunt? And with Zelda trying to create a new educational platform and coven, Hilda aiding her and pulling shifts at the coffee house and Ambrose... fighting to find Faustus whilst carrying some serious weaponry? It left her on her own. She had no one to turn to with those little witchy wonderings that crossed a girls mind. She had these new, seemingly unlimited powers... She had to learn to use them, right?

So who better to turn to than the woman who ruled Hell? The woman who returned her powers to her as a gift?

With every protection enchantment, token and incantation in place, Sabrina tried her new-found powers out on the riskiest of projections; all she had of Lilith’s was a book Ms Wardwell had lent her a few months back. She figured that would be enough to at least locate Lilith in the midst of Hell, right? A few deep breaths, laying in the protection circle and she was off.

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“Lilith?” Her voice called as she wandered through the thick red/orange haze, squinting in an attempt to make out where she was or who she was heading toward. “Lilith, it’s me...” she called again but louder this time, a tone of urgency hidden in her tone (but not hidden all that well). She couldn’t back down now. She had to see her... And ask about Nick, of course. But she knew that wasn’t going to be an easy fix. What they had done, it was incredibly dark, heavy magic. But the girl was so alone. “LILITH!”

#shedevvil #thread #here ya go love!

@sunshinebarbiiiie

“So -- if we’re gonna get this project done on time, you wanna start work on it now? We could see if there are any vacant classrooms or conjuring chambers? Or go to mine and use the morgue?” Sabrina was keen to start this assignment - she loved herbology and mixoloy. Ever since she could remember, she watched her Aunt Hilda potter about between the kitchen and the greenhouse, picking herbs, drying them, preparing them, cutting, mixing and grinding... Making teas, vials, powders - you name it.

“My aunt has a tonne of equipment we can use - whatever we could possibly need.” She offered as she looked over to her project partner with a keen smile plastered across her painted lips. The two girls had yet to be paired together but she got a good feeling from Serena. She seemed knowledgeable, kind and engaged in class, but Sabrina had learned not to take things at face value. This was a chance for the two to actually get to know one another a little better. And as far as she could tell, Serena hadn’t been here much longer than herself. Maybe that gave them a chance to bond over something... right?

#its a little short but we can play with length as we go!#hope this is okay chick #threat #sunshinebarbiiiie

@thirdnightsister

With most of the ailed witches and warlocks heading home to their families, the Spellman house felt a little empty. Most could move back home whilst Zelda and Hilda worked out what to do next. They had the chance to recover with family or close friends... But one particular red-head stood out. One who couldn’t head home to parents or other family members. And not having parents was something the two young girls had in common. So why not try mend the scorched bridges?

After all, Dorcas had helped her with that one challenge during the race for Head Boy, didn’t she? Perhaps there was still a chance a relationship of some sort could be salvaged from the burning wreckage.

“Dorcas?” Her soft voice filled the quiet reading nook; “I figured you may want to take a bath or change... I found some clothes you can borrow til - y’know, you feel up to sorting that stuff out.”

Reaching out was something she wasn’t unfamiliar with, but it did leave her open to criticism. Something she also wasn’t unfamiliar with. No, enough. She cared enough to offer her help, her bathroom and her spare clothes - she could give Dorcas the benefit of the doubt. Everything she knew had been ripped away from her. From most of the students at The Academy.

#thirdnightsister #thread

★★★★★ YO! Five star blog. Send this to those who you think are not only quality in character but beautiful and quality out of character too.

Pressy, you stop that IMMEDIATELY. i adore you so so much and thank you for sticking by me with the change of muse. you’re a beautiful person and such a talented writer; i am HONOURED to have you as my friend.

#ooc #if you dont follow this wonderful human being #youre a fool #she is the BEST #jugheadjonezs

Starter call:

hi! i’m looking to get a few more threads going; i am very flexible with verses, au’s and settings so hit the heart and we can chat through a few ideas to get the ball rolling! i will also out the starter up! x

#sabrina spellman #chilling adventures of sabrina #sabrina spellman rp #chilling adventures of sabrina rp #open starter #riverdale rp #teen wolf rp #the order rp

princessrhcenyra

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA ⇢ 2x01

I, uh I boasted to Father Blackwood that I would one day be High Priestess of the Church of Night. Maybe that’s what they meant. Well, the hierarchies of Hell might not like that, but me, on the other hand- To Sabrina Spellman, future High Priestess of the Church of Night.

#spoilers #the witch

sailormoonsub

Another April Patreon request! macasaurus_r3x is celebrating the return of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and you know what goes great with that? Headlines from The Onion & Reductress of course.

*cutie*

Sorry, I’m just thinking. Was that really what it was like between Lilith and the Dark Lord? Or was it just Father Blackwood’s sick wish fulfillment, you mean?

#the witch #spoilers

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