* ― HEART OF 𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫.

sabrina spellman ( tcaos ) steve trevor ( wonder woman ) william herondale( tid ) theodore laurence (little women)

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wildhccrts :

Putting her pencil down, she sighs and shrugs just slightly. “I was born and raised in Massachusetts as an only child, I grew up with wonderful parents though I admit that I was rather selfish and spoiled, I’ve had a love for art for as long as I can remember and though I may criticize my work, it’s because talent isn’t always genius and like I said before, I would rather be amazing or nothing at all, my art is the way I support myself here, without it, perhaps I could brush up on other talents, but I don’t know how much it would support me, besides, I love the landscapes here.” She remarks with a glare at his words. “You’re being mean, I hope you’re able to recognize that.” Amy points out with a small frown. “Well, if I ever knew you, I’m sorry, but I don’t remember now.”

with a pleasant smile present, laurie was doing all her could to understand why such a situation was happening. “let me tell you about the amy march, that i know. she adores landscapes, just as you do. she also was born and raised in massachusetts. selfish, i suppose. a bit overdramatic too. however, she grew up with her sisters-- meg, beth and jo. all with interesting personalities. they lived next door to theodore laurence. in fact, i saved her from drowning. ” he had extended a hand, which-- felt weird considering he had watched this woman grow up. “a pleasure to meet you.” with a slight nod in her direction, laurie had straightened his posture. “so you can imagine my confusion, considering you look exactly like her. talk exactly like her and everything else almost matches up.”

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“OH, IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I THING IT IS—” eyes dashing towards the spellbook with a twitch of a smile starting to dance on her lips. hand pushed into the pocket of her jacket to pull out her w a n d. “watch this—” whispering under her breath, her wand lit up bright and brilliant. “i guess we’re b o t h keeping secrets, right ??” 

eyes alight as she watched the wand carefully, sabrina felt a rush of relief pass over her. “you’re a witch?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “but-- i’ve never seen you in our coven. you must belong to another then, do you?” our coven. well, sabrina supposed she was no longer a part of the greendale coven any longer, perhaps she’d have to make her own here.

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diamondhvarts :

EVER SINCE SHE HAD REUNITED WITH STEVE, it seemed that.. life had gained a new purpose, for diana. she was trying to balance what she had been before - little, quiet diana prince, who was a simple gallery owner, but loved her life, even if she was missing the love of her life in the middle of it - with what she was now.. wonder woman, reunited with the only man she had ever loved, but.. wondering what she had done to deserve this? people didn’t just come back from the dead like that (maybe they did, in this town, but diana was still having a hard time being at peace with that) and.. there had to be a reason why. a price to pay, perhaps? if anything, she should be the one to pay it, not steve, because.. he had gone through enough. he deserved better, he deserved so much better and.. it had been her who had gotten to live far past her time, it was her who.. had the power, who had everything and if anything, she should be the one to pay the price. that night, she had been handling an attempted robbery to one of the jewelry shops and, when she heard the footsteps approaching her, the man was already down, knocked out by now. “ no need for the help.. although i would have appreciated it sooner.”

having heard the scene only briefly, steve had raced in an effort to follow the screams of help. arriving, minutes late and recognizing almost immediately, the scene before him. the dark hair resting on her shoulders-- no sign of extensive work, her sheer power alone never allowed for that. all the man could do was smile faintly, still panting from his running attempt. “you know, you could of at least let him run a little bit-- give him the chance to think he could’ve gotten away with it.” he exclaimed, breathlessly as he motioned towards the man. “let the poor guy think he could stand a chance.” it was a joke, of course. but he was sure this man had not been expecting such a quick take down. they never did. “i promise i’ll try and get the next one, just make sure to give me a head start next time, diana.”

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corbelana :

|| open to the city of angels group verse members only! 

“ you’ve got to be KIDDING ! you’re from that movie…or was it a show ?! i know you! wow, wow! “ she clearly showed excitement as she approached the person. fidgetting as she finally reached them, her body tingling. “ m’ name’s alie. alie lancaster. “ reaching out a hand to shake the others hand. “ it’s SO nice to meet you. “

although sabrina shook her hand, the blonde could only shake her head humbly as she pulled her hand back. “i’m sabrina spellman-- but i’m not famous or anything. i think you may have the wrong person.” the witch explained, casting the woman a warm smile. “it’s lovely to meet you though, alie.”

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volatilejoy :

Waverly had a bag full of groceries, mainly greens because she was trying to eat better but there may or may not have been a container of sweet and sour soup and a jar of peanut butter.  But no one had to know that.  She noticed the girl coming up to her and slowed, looking over to make sure she didn’t need anything.

“A black cat that talks?”  Really, it wasn’t the strangest thing that Waverly had heard.  Hell, there was an article about the freaking Riddler in the LA Times.  This definitely wasn’t the LA from her own world, so talking cats … well they were nothing. 

“Sorry, I haven’t seen him.  Is there anything I can do to help you find him? Where was the last place you saw him?”

“i haven’t seen him since i arrived but--” how was she to explain the bond they had? one so far past the animal salem appeared to be. “he’s usually not very far away-- he can sense it, as stupid as they may sound. i’m worried that he could be in danger.” or perhaps everyone here was also in danger but that was a simple theory to sabrina-- so far. “you haven’t seen anything strange happen around here lately, have you?”

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jcisms :

why hadn’t he taken the less chaotic route ? a civil route , because surely he couldn’t have expected any other response from her lips to his ears ? impossible , that’s exactly his kind.  ❝ so you are not leaving then ? ❞ the question came out as an accusation – the flimsy behavior ever so predictable.  ❝ did you wish for me to pine for you ? i don’t necessarily believe you’d like the answer to that.  ❞ she answered honestly with a rise of her chin ,  ❝ i’ve hardly the time to worry myself over anyone else other than my sisters’❞ the one’s who didn’t remember her.

“unless it is one of your wishes for my departure which i understand. i do not intend to leave.” laurie had taken a stand to his feet, leaning an arm against the table-- his destroyed work no longer holding even a second of his attention.  “no.” it had been the equivalent to a push ti his chest-- but it was nothing laurie hadn’t expected. jo had made things beyond clear. “i meant as a friend. we are friends, are we not? europe was partially boring without a jo march causing havoc there. i’m quite used to the excitement you girls bring to my every day life.”  boring was probably not the best choice of words for theodore to use. it had been an adventure, one he truly did not wish to repeat -- especially to jo. there were surprisingly stories that involved her even without her physical being present. the mere thought had cast a blush on the man’s cheeks, a dark curl resting on his forehead. 

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[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support // sabrina & archie

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support / no longer accepting.

“i just don’t understand it.” the blonde had exclaimed, her voice strained as the tears continued to drip down her cheeks. “betty remembers me– you remember me. how can he just– not?” she was speaking of harvey and his inability to remember anything but her nickname. the witch could not understand that something like that was possible. “do you think he’d want to forget me?”

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dinah + steve ++[ fight ]

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else reversed. / accepting.

with his sleeves pushed up over his forearms, steve was on route to handle the situation. when an arm had reached out, shielding him from his path as the obnoxious and mouthy bar patron was skipping out of view. “i can handle this myself, thank you.” steve had attempted to be polite, motioning to her arm. “i have plenty of experience with this type of person.”

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will + magnus [ drunk ]

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse / accepting.

he lounged over the small couch, one leg propped over the arm of it, the buttons on his shirt collar ripped from his own attempts to rid the feeling of constriction. “tis but life, isn’t it!” the shadowhunter exclaimed, his slurs loud and deafening. william had been exceptionally good at playing the part of a worthless drunk, great pride in his own acting techniques. but this time– it was real, and he felt no control over his words. “to think i have been having dreams of tessa, –ludicrous.” the man had hiccuped, leaning his head back with a chuckle. “i apologize, you were saying what again?”

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[ karaoke ] (theodore laurence + esme frost)

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together / accepting.

with the voice enhancer firmly grasped, laurie watched with delight as the words began to fill the screen. the music had begun soon after, a beat that he had never once heard even the slightest of, leaving him curious as to what instrument had made such a tune. he leaned towards the contraption, a small smirk flashed towards esme as he sang with the rhythm. “i’ve got chills, they’re multiplying.”

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word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

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@stilltalking​ / rose

scanning the large mass of computers, steve had always found an interest in the smaller version. always attempting to wrap his mind about the ability of the contents. “it’s haunting, isn’t it?” he spoke, now aware of someone else at his side. “i feel as though all i have done is simply blink, but technology has come so far. but people remain no different.”

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@stilltalking​ / ginny 

startled, sabrina had closed the spellbook quickly. a sheepish expression present as she attempted to hover over the section of the table, candlewax now cemented to the wood of it-- with different symbols curling across the surface, all made of salt she had pulled from a drawstring bag in her backpack. “listen-- definitely isn’t what it looks like.” the witch exclaimed, heat rushing to her face.

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❝ at the end of the day a critic’s word is empty and unheard to the author’s direction. ❞  the tone held a bite to it , reminded him the the sarcasm fell upon deaf ears. of course his temper was warranted ,she would give him that much.  ❝  you should benefit in taking your leave , your charity is not needed here. ❞ josephine’s voice stayed firm and collective and her eyes reflected hindrance as she watched the man for a split moment.  she had no time for the petty games that came from the rejected mouth. they were both in an unfamiliar place so there were much bigger things to focus on. even if it did trouble her still.

his eyes had narrowed, fair too aware that the conversation would not haven’t followed any other path. this was jo-- it was entirely jo. insufferably lovely. “this is how you wish for things to be between us, is it? truly?” his gaze had shifted to his childhood friend, the knot in his stomach only worsened to a level that could be deemed unbearable. however, laurie knew better than to expect jo to coddle him with his behavior, she had always found success in keeping him in check. it had been this that left him standing there idly, the wounded expression shaping his features. “had you not felt even a sting of my absence?”

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wildhccrts :

A sigh escapes her as well as she puts away the artwork neatly in her bag despite the travesty that she saw on it. “You truly believe that you know me.” Amy simply states with a look of concern at his words. “I’m not saying that you’re lying, I just don’t believe your words, I’ve never had sisters, why should I lie to you about that? I may be certain things, most that I’m not ashamed of, but I would not be so cruel to lie about that, what kind of person do you supposedly think me to be?” There’s hurt in her eyes as she frowns, despite not knowing this person, she was still vulnerable underneath it all. “I feel sorry for you, truly, I do. You sit here arguing with someone who doesn’t know you, acting as though you belong on some sort of pedestal, and you cannot say that it is only your beauty that placed you atop there, you need to earn that spot with hard work ”

laurie had soon realized this route was not working as he had entailed, soon backing around and wishing to understand where amy was at this moment. “alright, tell me about you then. it appears i may have the wrong amy march-- who happens to look identical to yourself. educate me on the difference.” his hands, held in his pockets remained as he leaned his body forward. “the reasoning in my saying this is the close friendship i have shared with your family. i mean it as a simple joke. purely something that we would chuckle about-- i’m not that egotistic.” well-- sort of.

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“And I thank you for your opinion, I do, however I will not be accepting it at this moment when my work is only mediocre at best, it needs to be better if I am to be something and I am in no way ashamed of admitting that.” She knows he didn’t say that, but she also knew how abrasive she could be towards people. “I am in no way tricking you, and I would have left this table already for it not being the fact that you have yet to explain why you think you know me past my name.” She states, visibly on the edge of her seat in case she did need to get up. “Laurie..” The name rolls off her tongue easily, and for a moment, she swears she can picture him smiling, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. “I will repeat myself once more, I don’t have sisters, I’m an only child, always have been, and I’m sorry, but I don’t recall you whatsoever.” A scoff escapes as she glares at him. “I’m the absurd one? You’re the one acting as though you are something special, tell me, have you actually worked hard enough to earn that title, my lord?”

the sigh that shook from his chest was lengthy, he had taken a stand, looking over the work that was clearly wonderful. regardless of how amy seemed to view it. “it’s a tragedy that you’re not allowing yourself the credit deserved for this. i mean that.” this attitude had dissolved, unable to fathom why she would act like this. the difficult part was that there was a genuine expression on her face. “i don’t understand. you do have sisters. why would one lie about that? how is that malicious in any sense?” laurie was attempting to remain a cool composure but within him, it was nothing as such. “yes, you’re the absurd one. you have three sisters. meg, beth and josephine. what could i gain from lying about this? how else would i know your name?” with an adjustment to his shirt collar, laurie had given her a shrug. “no one forgets me, however especially all of you. i understand europe has not done well for me and i have aged, if anything like fine wine, but i am not unrecognizable.”

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magiclvst :

she had to approach him , the familiar face couldn’t go ignored as she realized she may not be alone anymore. she made no mistake , this is her teddy. the one she and her sister’s have gotten to know .  ❝ i wouldn’t worry yourself over it , it has seen far worse days i assure you. certainly better than your work.  ❞ she pointed out eyes gliding over the disaster in front of her. josephine felt uncertain on whether confronting him would have been wise given the last encounter that she remembered. but she needed to know for her own peace of mind. 

laurie had attempted to understand why this voice seemed unmistakable but it had only then been confirmed to him when an insult had graced his ears. “i think if anything the ink had made yours all that more better. “ his tone teetering on sarcasm which he all but shut down entirely as he turned to see her. “to what do i owe the pleasure, miss march? i have no regret in compensating you for your work’s value, if you wish. i should truly be starting my journey home. i hate to be a bother. ” the words-- a cool and formal string of politeness, vision casting to the table to draw attention away from lips which were tempted to quiver.