Lady Luck's Fortune Shack

Nova Morrisson, pleasure to meet you. Have you come for a palm reading? fandomless indie oc / written by abbie / semiselective

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witches around the globe → southern usa the witches of southern usa are hungry creatures: they horrify and indulge the monstrous. dark and desolate, these witches live in abandoned decaying mansions, whisper their secrets to the dead and eating the living. 

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Reblog with a gif of what Pokemon your muse would be

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ALTERNATIVE ✝ FASHION

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{ hoooooooly frick i forgot who i owe n stuff, i have some drafts but here have a starter call }

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Person A is watching a nature documentary with Person B, and as they’re watching a baby cub die, A just loses it and is stifling their sobs and bitterly complaining on how it could’ve been prevented.B can’t stop laughing but tries comforting them anyway.

Bonus: “Aw, babe it’s okay, it’s the circle of life.”

“Circle of life my ass, I hate this fucking movie.”

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It was not going to be a normal day, especially since Nova had been out of alignment since the week previous. She rolled out of bed, already trying to prepare herself for what may come. She went about her normal business of getting ready, having breakfast, and opening the shop she lived above when she began to feel chills right on her neck. 

Nova’s chills continued as she turned the ‘Sorry, we’re closed!’ sign over, to show the more welcoming ‘Come on in, we’re open!’ side. Something was happening, or going to happen, or-... well, she didn’t know. The witch knew to trust her gut, but her gut was full of butterflies. Soon she made her way to her spot behind the front counter. She’d only just opened a book to read when she heard the charms on the door jingle, alerting her that someone had entered. 

Now, being a psychic of sorts, it was normal for Nova to read vibes as people came in and left her little witch shack. But this person - this being - that had entered was something of a familiar spirit. She knew him somehow, yet his face was completely new to her.

In a small, soft tone, the witch spoke up, “Excuse me, sir, but, uh- have we met before?”

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{ yooooo if i ever told any of you guys the password to @inkstainedties, now would be a good time to remind me, i miss my irish bab }

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{ okay! so until i can relearn some of my passwords, you’ll find me online here, @outtaatimeee and on @subspacedelivery <3 } 

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A soft sigh escaped the witch’s lips as she fell into the bed next to her grump. She turned her head, looking up at him as he worked silently and admiring the concentration written on his face. 

She, with a small burst of energy, moved herself up closer to him, “Arin,” Nova began, her voice soft and small, “Work is for work. We’re at home. In bed.” She smiled up at him, a gentle hand reaching up to play with his hair, “But I suppose I can wait.”