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theo’s tarot reading ....................mess

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𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 

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nahenama.

   The Morningstar had gone to the Spellman Mortuary completely on impulse. She knew it to not be a wise decision, but curiosity got the better of her — and she had an idea. She couldn’t reveal herself to Sabrina yet. The girl had to develop on her own. She would know her fate and her purpose when she was ready for it. But Lucifer wanted to know more about her. How she was doing, how she was feeling, the things she liked. Perhaps she was feeling a little maternal over her creation. What of it? There had been no other like Sabrina before.

   Lucifer knew the warlock to be home. He’d been confined to this space for a very long time — and she had a proposition for him. It didn’t surprise her that he didn’t recognise her. She didn’t show herself much at all, and for reasons unknown to her, they always thought she was a man.

   “Creature?” Brows quirked questioningly. That was a new one. “I am none of the above. I’m the very source of your power, the one you call The Dark Lord. I have come to speak with you, Ambrose.”

𝐇𝐄      𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓      𝐏𝐔𝐓      𝐈𝐓      𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓      𝐇𝐈𝐒      𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍     to summon something wretched from the depths on impulse with no clue how to contain it    ---     and perhaps he should give her the benefit of the doubt:     she is learning,     the same way they all do with a blunder here and a catastrophe there.     he has faith,     but being confined to his cold,    morgue walls for the past turn of the century has seen only sabrina molded into the shape of the witch she is now,    along with the smell of cigarette plume and freshly-baked night-cakes from his aunties. 

          “the dark lord?”     you’ll have to excuse his scepticism:     ambrose has worn through book after book with the mere mention of the dark lord himself having any other form than a beast with horns or a dark figure of mystery.     father blackwood draws only on the manifestation of a handsome man,     savior of their kind,     and lord of all.

       “forgive me,     but the books do not do you justice,     if you are who you say you are.”

for she knows his name,     and a name holds power.      he doesn’t receive visitors often,     and while his aunts are out    ---     hilda,    at dr. c’s,     and zelda at the academy     ---     the mortuary tends to grind to a halt.     a cup of tea with a corpse is almost as riveting as it sounds.

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magaprima.

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Lilith might have longed for teenage melodrama by comparison, presuming it would be the…easier hurdle to overcome, if not for the fact that while Sabrina’s chaotic problems usually had hellish repercussions for everyone, it was often also accompanied by her more….teenage problems as well. Usually a boy. One of two, in particular, though Lilith was never very inclined to confirm which one was currently preferred. 

Lilith squinted at the warlock with scepticism and suspicion in a single glance. Ambrose Spellman was not simply Sabrina’s cousin, but often her confidante. Lilith had learned that quickly when she had spent a little time the previous year spying on them through the many mirrors that dotted their house. 

“Why don’t you tell me what it is now” She suggested, her smile as polite as it was tense, “As her…privy councillor, was it? You tell me exactly what it is that you…believe Sabrina has done and I’ll simply….confirm it”

𝐁𝐄      𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋      𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓      𝐘𝐎𝐔      𝐒𝐀𝐘,     ambrose.     he can hear it almost too clearly in his head,     and the thought of selling out his dear cousin is something he has to weigh up before unbuckling his lips and spilling secrets,     whether it’s to lilith,     his aunties,     or any other that has any kind of idea what new reign of terror sabrina’s been bringing to the sleepy town of greendale.

              “ ah,    ah,     ah.     i don’t play that game.”

and although he may be burgeoning with nothing more than the want to tell her everything,     sabrina’s face enters his mind and he takes a sip of the once-calming camomile tea that he now uses to soothe one of the many headaches a witch with powers greater than he’d like to think about.      queen of hell,    proxy of death,     harbinger and mischief-maker all alike,     his cousin takes herself to new highs and...     well,    lows is not the word he’d use.

“although,     i have heard talk about a certain clay prince,     but i know nothing of the werewolves and vampires and the like.”       or rather,     sabrina arms her belt with a greater knowledge and experience of other paranormals and befuddles her way out of near-fatal situations with a withered textbook in time for cheer practice in the evenings.     she’s certainly something,    for a half-mortal with human geometry homework to get to and a school dance to prep for.

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i handcuffed him to a radiator downstairs. he’s not going anywhere.

𝐈𝐓'𝐒      𝐀𝐒      𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇      𝐇𝐄'𝐋𝐋      𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑     have a millennium of peace as long as he’s bound to the speIIman mortuary.     more often than not,     they’re the hosts to the more particular of creatures,    and by particular,    he means particular about knocking trinkets and bric-a-brac off the shelves and drawers as though they have nothing better to offer them for safe passage.    perhaps it’s well enough,     they’ve never suffered an arson,     and a poltergeist she is not     —     his life may be tethered to the one building,     but he never has a dull decade,   does he?

                  “you…     handcuffed a demon to a radiator?”       exasperated is near enough the only word he has for how much ageing this puts on him    —     soon,    he’ll have wrinkles,     and not even the boredom of sifting through arcane texts penned by joan of arc doesn’t make up for the heart-hammering of every scrape and situation that either his teenage cousin or any other drags across the threshold and draws into his life.

       “—     —      —      oh,    liIith have mercy.”          his hands raise to his lips,     and he quickly switches in search of an answer,      a solution    —     or even just a name.      he can do a lot with a name,     and although his robe billows out from beneath him as he moves,    the silence does wonders.

               “i do hope these handcuffs you speak of are of damascus steel.”

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caos coloring said fuck every single one of yall

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i know you don’t need me to tell you this, but literally everything is an emergency with Sabrina

𝐅𝐀𝐑      𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌      𝐈𝐓,      and for all the time ambrose spends locked away in one corner of the mortuary or another,     the flicking of old pages and the whiplash of trying to undo one mistake or another leaves him merely exasperated.     sabrina has emergencies that pluck him from his burrowed life and keeps him on his toes,     as much as auntie zee scorns it,   and    —    hey.     at least it injects a morsel of life into an otherwise flat and dead incarceration.

            “if only it was merely teenage melodrama with my dear cousin.”       if only,   indeed.     sabrina embroils her life in matters of dark magic to the likes of which only the high priestess should mess with,      and bats an eyelid or two to hex her way out of them.     he’s sure if he was mortal,     his blood pressure would see him in the ground years earlier.

                              “what is it now?”

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    the haunting of hill house     sentence meme.

    episode 1 - 3

it’s okay. go back to bed.

you okay? you scared? that’s okay. i get scared too sometimes.

why are you awake?

your big brother must have scared her away. big brothers are good like that.

the big dreams can spill out sometimes.

how long do we have to live here?

do you remember that storm?

i’ve never seen a ghost.

i don’t need to say goodbye.

i need you to call me.

there’s nothing easy about this house.

this door’s been locked for years and years and years and years, so if there’s a pony in there, it’s dead.

i know you don’t need me to tell you this, but literally everything is an emergency with [name].

look, i can’t deal with this right now.

that’s why everybody dumps their shit on me, isn’t it?

where’d you come from?

i’m just kind of a germophobe. 

i know you normally prefer the company of cold stiffs.

i mean, she’s sweet enough but - pile of issues.

who’s saying it’s quick? i’m a giver.

you’re like a guy. you’re worse than a guy, you’re like a frat guy.

when i said you could live here, i wasn’t expecting the pussy parade.

i’m drawing boundaries, which is something you might want to look into.

she’s got one foot in crazy and the other on a banana peel.

we gotta get out of here right now.

you keep your eyes closed no matter what you hear. you don’t open them. you promise?

you don’t just get to call me and tell me what to do.

a ghost can be a lot of things: a memory, a daydream, a secret. grief, anger, guilt.

i’ve seen a lot of ghosts. just not the way you think.

this is the worst of the bullshit- worse than the tabloids.

i need to start a real life for my own family.

no one will come any nearer than that.

something tells me they weren’t too scared of the dark.

science isn’t an exact science, you know.

how do you spell ‘no girls allowed’?

i used to have imaginary friends, too. they go away when you get bigger.

thanks. i needed a good scare.

you just stood there and watched him loot me?

i’m going to fix her.

every house needs a heart, and this is ours.

a house is like a person’s body.

when you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there.

i told you, i’m too old for tea parties.

i don’t blame you for screaming.

there’s no such thing as ghosts and you know it.

you can pay me back when you’re a famous writer.

imagine the worst thing possible, assume it’s true, and go from there.

why are you banging on the wall?

i told you she was in trouble.

you know how when you take one of your pictures, you capture something forever, just the way it is? stories do that, too.

when we die, we turn into stories.

we’re all stories in the end.

this is too much for anyone.

codeine’s finally kicking in.

she’s gonna have a pretty messed up view of death coming out of this no matter what.

i’m sad, too. so sad, i can’t even tell you.

i handcuffed him to a radiator downstairs. he’s not going anywhere.

i just wanted to say break a leg - and if you make a run for it, i’ll keep the car running, okay?

you have another nightmare?

you can sleep with me for tonight.

you’re really freaked out, huh? ease up a little.

you’re squeezing too tight.

the stairs - the third step from the top, it makes a sound.

he’s always smiling, but he isn’t happy.

when i was little, i was afraid of a lot of things.

kids like us have been through more than other kids.

the foster care system isn’t the easiest place to grow up.

do you feel cold right there?

this whole house is cold.

you’re out of mustard and you’re almost out of turkey.

you always figure out how to help.

ugh, what is that smell?

i was trying to take ownership of something that doesn’t belong just to me.

i’m trying to do the right thing.

maybe it’s a middle child thing, but i just would rather focus on living my actual life right now.

want to let go of his arm?

you don’t have to be so mean about it.

there’s a ladder down here on the wall. you can come get me.

there’s something down here!

it’s okay, baby, we’re right here.

something grabbed me! monster! it was a monster!

we didn’t know you were into…?

sorry to bring this up again, but why the hell would she go to that house?!

don’t elaborate. don’t offer information that’s not requested.

i don’t want to have to tell them that i’m fucking pissed at [name] who should have known better.

nobody ever believes me.

i believe you.

i was just out and about and thinking about your case.

you just have to trust me on this. i haven’t been wrong before, have i?

i’m sure the guy will confess if you just get them here.

i really, really don’t like that you went down there by yourself.

we’ll talk a lot more about it as you get older.

if you’re feeling overwhelmed and you think nobody will understand, you can talk to me. about anything.

i’m pretty good at secrets.

you got a couple things wrong in there, by the way.

that was really wild stuff considering that you were asleep for, what, like ninety-nine percent of it?

i’m gonna get my fucking phD.

i thought i heard somebody down here.

make up something that’s gonna piss her off less than the truth.

we barely said two words to each other.

can we take a second and talk?

what do people usually talk about?

she just needed help and no one was listening.

so should we talk about your day or would you rather come to bed?

you get in, lock the doors, don’t unlock until you see me come outside.

don’t touch me!

touch me.

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oh to be in the tags. consider this a starter call.

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Guys, when the time comes… I will have your vote, won’t I?

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𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 

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@nahenama​.

                          𝐇𝐄      𝐇𝐀𝐒      𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍      𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆      but the cracks in the walls for as long as he can deign to remember;     the mortuary provides nothing except cold flesh and a prison without the bars.    his aunties provide where they can     ---     an armory of ancient texts with frayed pages and carefully-quilled charms molded from the old ones themselves,    and a burgeoning spate of text upon text that he has nothing but time and patience to sift through.

the sands of time have nothing against a warlock twiddling his thumbs and waiting for the next corpse,     and they only dust against the tips of his feet while he stares at a study nook he’d created in the early nineteenth century.    yet,    it’s as though the knowledge he’d once buried himself so entirely in escaped him,     and he’s left wondering like a common mortal:

         “---   ---   ---     what  are  you,    creature?    a demon?     a witch?    pray,     tell.”  

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oh to be in the tags. consider this a starter call.

[cperdomosource]

All right. But Ambrose goes with you.

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