#araneaedeath

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 ❝     ––––  -    what’s  some  of  sabrina’s     favorite   food  ,    or  snacks       ❞     not  like  you  hadn’t   already  known  her    fully .     from   head  to   toe  ,    head   to   heart   but   of   course ,   it’s   still   different   to   surprise   her   with   something   else    ONCE  IN   A   WHILE .    ❝     just  been   planning   to   take   her   out   to   a   picnic   or   something   this   weekend  .    and   wanted  it   to   be   more   special   ❞  

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[highwiitch]

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         delicate fingers reached out to open her lovely wife’s dress. when it came to the blonde witch, mae had a hard time holding back; she had completely bewitched her.    ❝  my love, please tell me you are wearing that lovely spider web lingerie.  i would kill to see it on you again.  ❞    not a thought hilda supported, mae knew that, but she also knew her wife would understand she wasn’t completely serious about it.

[weirdsistertm-blog]

@araneaedeath dropped a heart for a starter !!

                 –––––– ❝ hilda? ❞ she’s clearly not comfortable calling the witch MOM. simply because she isn’t. not her biological one. they’re not tied by blood. and THE FACT that she’s family of sabrina unsettles her - but somewhere inside her. deep down, she longs for a caretaker. a mother figure she’s never had in her life. ❝ how many times have you been resurrected by cain’s garden? ❞ she’s got loads of question about the soil – has had them ever since her sister got buried in it. but she pretends not to care, crosses her arms in front of her chest as she leans against the doorway of the kitchen, rolling her eyes.

[poeticspellman-blog]

@araneaedeath //  ☪ sc.

while ambrose isn’t always awake in time for breakfast, he so happens to be this day. and he can’t help but be pleased by it. he doesn’t always eat his meals when he should since he’s home all the time anyway, but he always enjoys whatever auntie hilda whips up. he plops himself in a chair at the table just as sabrina has left for school. his legs perched up like a bird as he picks a strawberry from a small bowl before him. “what’s for breakfast today, auntie h? somethin’ delicious as always, i reckon.” he grins and chuckles softly. he’s never one to request anything specific, he’ll eat whatever she makes regardless.

[highwiitch]

hi, mae would die for her girl Eden.

[highwiitch]

A meta on Magic in general, their views on the darker forms and lighter ones ?

    »   meta.@scncfsatan + @araneaedeath (for reasons)

         a life without magic doesn’t seem like an actual life to her. there hasn’t been a single day she has spent without using magic so if she were to stop using it for longer, she surely wouldn’t know what to do with her life. maerose has a strong connection to magic as it connects her with her family, her roots. it reminds her of everything she lost, but also everything she still has. taking it from her would be like taking her past.

          when she had been a child, there hadn’t been such a thing as dark and light magic; only magic. she grew up believing magic was just good, that it could and should be used for to protect yourself and your coven, the ones you love. for years it had been a mantra to her. when she lost her family, however, she began to view magic in a different way. driven by anger and pain, she wanted revenge, wanted to cause as much pain as she had experienced herself. it was at that point, mae started to stop believing in her mantra. in return, mae learned more about the darker aspects of magic, learned more of its crueler sides. ever since, she calls herself a witch of darkness. devoted and powerful.

          meeting young witches, she made it a habit to tell them of the advantages of dark magic, of the power and improved life.

          light aspects of magic didn’t come to her mind for quite some years, centuries even. witches of light seemed like a weakness to her, witches who had never experienced pain and loss the way she had. never had she wanted to get involved with any of them or their views until she met hilda. such a young, bright witch, mae had been convinced she would be a powerful witch when older, though at this point she had no idea they were quite different. learning that hilda was a witch of the light had been somewhat of a shock to her, and mae had wanted to avoid getting closer to her — despite her obvious attraction.

          hilda had showed her the great aspects of light magic, that they could be equal to the dark magics though less harmful. mae was eager to learn about it, loved to listen to hilda’s opinions. the younger witch showed her a different world and mae began to doubt her own magic. for her, she wanted to be better than she was at this point (causing pain wherever she had been). hilda taught her so much and mae began to embrace her light magic.

          while she still prefers dark magic, it is undeniable she is quite fond of light magic as well these days. she might not show it, but at times, she even prefers it. meeting hilda gave her back memories of her past, memories of her childhood. of when the one thing she held onto the most had been    ‘  magic is just good  ‘.  

          you see, magic is one of the most important things in mae’s life. it’s extremely defining for her, and for nothing in the world would she want to trade it.

[fullmortal-blog]

araneaedeath replied to your post: me, projecting: harvey loves the x-men me, knowing...

hilda vc. dID SOMEONE SAY SPIDERMAN

!!! let THEM BOND OVER SPIDERMAN

[saccrifice]

HEAVY IS HER BODY AND IT SICKENS HER MORE. her head does not throb  ——  though perhaps she’d prefer it. lying, unmoving but awake, a sputtering cough is all that signals LIFE in her, and the presence she senses beside her is less than encouraging, for to appear in such a state before ANYONE only makes her feel weaker. thinking has not come clearly recently, either, for nothing to ground her comes.

    ❝  sister . . ?  ❞    she tries, to little avail, for the word comes out as a feeble grunt with the incoherent MUTTERING of lips. but either of her sisters would hardly comfort her, would they ? prudence, angry with her, or dorcas, who gave her up ?

@araneaedeath / PLOTTED.