#magicxecustos

[thecryptsleepers]

you could spend the night. (For merc)

RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS FOR POST-BREAKUP MAKEUPS *  assorted dialogue for couples who want to try again [still accepting]

He blinks awake and straightens himself on the couch, wiping his bleary eyes on the back of his sleeve. Mathias had kept nodding off for the last hour of the movie (even though he swore up and down that he wasn't). He must have fallen asleep completely sometime before he had the opportunity to ignore the second half of the movie organically by pulling Sheri in close during the long expositional bits.

"Sorry," The young mortician lets out a sheepish laugh, feeling like he's bungled the hangout. He checks his watch and immediately laments the possibility of having to take the midnight L train to Brooklyn. "I'd better get out of your hair, yeah? You've got your thing with Aurelia tomorrow."

"You could spend the night..." Sheri says, her voice trailing off, and he's almost unsure that he's heard her correctly. The confusion on his face must have been palpable, so when she repeats herself, she does so clearly.

"You're sure?"

She nods. "Like, here? On the couch?" Sheri shakes her head, a smile forming on her own face. Her eyes shimmer as bright as the clearest of stars, and Mathias' heart begins to race. It had been some time since they had shared a kiss, and he had worried that maybe it hadn't meant much more than something borne from the heat of the moment. Which was completely fine! Wisdom told him that one kiss wasn't necessarily a contract for a relationship. He had been content to stay friends as long as he could still be witness to that same light that was closing the gap between them.

"No." She says, wrapping her arms around his waist. Sheri rests her chin on his chest and looks up at him through long lashes. "No?" He repeats, fighting the grin that threatens to take over his cheeks; innocence giving way to teasing. When he asks her where, the witch rolls her eyes, immediately coaxing a laugh from deep in his throat. He can't help but get under her skin. Before long, the smile she sports threatens to become a pout. As much as he wants to hear the answer straight from her lips, he's always been the kind of man who knows when he's about to lose a crowd.

As she begins to pull away, he catches her chin with a gentle hand. Mathias leans in and tilts her head so their gazes meet once more. He speaks again, softer, deeper, closer. "If not here, then you're welcome to show me."

[glacierfront]

"i can warm up the blood bag for you if that makes you feel any better." a pause. "im told it helps it go down easier." whether it makes the reality of this situation easier is up for debate. (vampire au hehehe)

... What, and just let it coagulate? Clot? Cook? Are we fucking tempering eggs here?

Hopefully Julie's stare speaks for itself.

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || "That’s   quite   an   entrance." || @magicxecustos

TO AN EXTENT, PROPERTY DAMAGE WAS AN INEVITABLE PART OF THE JOB. The nature of what they were apprehending, combined with the capabilities of their equipment, meant that the chances of a job being completed without any kind of scratch, dent, or worse, was slim-to-none. That's why the city had ended up taking out a comprehensive insurance plan - so citizens were covered in such an instance.

BEING FLUNG THROUGH A STORE WINDOW WAS, PERHAPS, LESS ANTICIPATED. Again, not impossible, but still; he'd assumed that he'd learned how to handle such gestures of force. Apparently not. In an instant, glass was flying everywhere, and he was little else than a heap on the floor.

WITH A SOFT GROAN, HE HAULED HIMSELF TO HIS FEET. Brushing himself down, he took note of the words spoken, obviously in response to what had happened.

❝ Sorry... ❞

HIS REPLY WAS UTTERED RATHER MEEKLY. Brown eyes glanced away, before they fell on the source. The root cause of the incident was still outside, but he could handle that in a moment.

❝ Are you hurt? ❞

[nightingealed]

🕊️ – @magicxecustos

the cot shouldn't fit two, and strictly speaking, it doesn't, but they've slept in tighter quarters than this. not that elinor is sleeping, counting joshua and dion's breaths both, occasionally releasing amounts of healing when either of them stirred. it's reckless, after the fight and the way hydaelyn wore on her body. rest wouldn't come to her, no matter how exhaustion gripped him to the bone, not until joshua woke up. 

she hoped the others were resting. he knew tarja wouldn't be, and a pang of guilt struck him thinking of how he should be on her feet, helping. not that the other physicker had allowed any room for interpretation in her commands: elinor's bedrest was as non-negotiable as the princes in the room with her. 

the door unlatched and ellie closed her eyes and forces himself to take deeper breaths, knowing it wouldn't fool tarja for long. not that the footfalls sounded like they belonged to the healer. still, elinor kept her eyes shut, focused on the way his body ached to keep him awake: her own pain, but joshua's, too. a macarbre comfort. dying, yes, but still alive. and as steady and present as ever. 

of course it was sheri. elinor could tell from the gentle perfume at her pulse point as her hair, unwound from it's usual braids and surely in a state ellie shudders to think. he allows the pretense of a sleepful breathing to dissipate. no, not exactly how we intended things to turn out. tears welled, trapped by closed lids, but she squeezes them away, biting back a dry laugh. fire. 

"how apt." it's fatigue that seeps into her words, nothing else. "that sounds like dad..." how many wounds could elinor tend to at a time? it always seemed easier to handle others over her own. moving slowly, doing her best not to give joshua cause to wake (if he even could), she drops a kiss to his temple before rolling over to face her friend, embracing the pain that came with the precarious action. "clive and jill filled you in?" she knows she owes sheri explanations, the guilt from years of lying breaking like a wave now that joshua was here at the hideaway. whatever they had told sheri, elinor knew more, owed sheri more. 

wide blue eyes glance over to dion on sheri's other side, watery, before finally looking up at her. "we did..." others hadn't, though, and he doubted dion would forgive himself for the way things transpired. she certainly couldn't forgive herself, and the prince was far more principled than herself. 

[phcsphoros]

hi phoenix! would you be able to provide a reading for me? i'm wondering about whether it would be beneficial to my career overall for me to remain at my current job, or if i ought to start seeking opportunity elsewhere. to be clear, i am not asking about this from a financial standpoint. i want to know if my energy is best served remaining where i am, or if i need to move on to protect my mental and even physical health and wellbeing. my current job has gotten very taxing and its unclear whether relief/assistance is on the horizon or not.

if this is a reading you're comfortable doing, i'd like to be referred to as sherry and i use she/her pronouns. please feel free to use whichever deck you think works best for this circumstance. thank you for hearing me out either way!

looking for a free reading? see here!

hi @magicxecustos !! thank you for reaching out and trusting me with your request. for your reading, I pulled a three card spread.

your first card was three of wands, upright. this card represents staying with your current job. oddly enough, this card is incredibly positive in this context! it indicates new opportunities to explore, a time of planning and preparing for future success and growth. it does, however, also indicate the choice being one you're hesitant to make. this card is asking you to broaden your perspective and reach out to others who can support and guide you further. a positive change is present here, but it may need to be guided into fruition more so than left to progress naturally. you might have to push for it.

your second card was knight of cups, reversed. this card represents leaving for different opportunities. in the opposite reflection to the three of wands, this card represents tension and overwhelm, as if the possibility of leaving where you currently are to instead pursue something else might bring further conflict and struggles than what you're already facing. this card is asking you to pause and reflect, to focus on practical outcomes versus more unrealistic daydreams. open communication is important here, to see if alternative accommodations can be made before you write off where you currently stand.

your third and final card was the knight of swords, upright. this card represents additional advice from the deck itself. the funniest thing about tarot is how often times, the cards will present you with your options before going okay, now it's up to you. this card says that despite what you've been told, the decision is yours to make, and no matter what it is you do decide— you have the determination and drive to see it through. take decisive action to overcome the obstacles ahead of you, challenge yourself if need be and seek out others to gain various perspectives. make people listen if they aren't already, and don't let anyone stop you. you're stronger than you think or give yourself credit for.

I hope this was alright for you! I always love hearing feedback and thoughts, if any, and I'm wishing you lots of luck on your current predicament. the cards are definitely cheering you on, and you're always welcome to come back with any & all future requests! ♡

[tensleepkite]

"So, you need my help for a change. That's what this is about, right?"

@magicxecustos

[alonggoodbye]

she tries not to watch him too closely (really!), but it's hard not to focus on merc when he's on stage. his persona shifts when he plays with the crypt sleepers; he's letting out pent up feelings, but his shoulders feel more loose. he seems... free in a way she doesn't see when he's at the funeral home. sheri watches from the back of the dive bar with rapt attention, finger tracing along the edges of her drink glass.

He pretends that he hasn't seen her, but the lights are low enough that he can make out her face beyond the crowd. Despite the effort, when Mathias locks eyes with Nick, he is aware the Winters siblings know what (or who) has shaken his concentration. There's no hiding it. They've practised this song for weeks and the intro is now two bars longer than it's supposed to be (for fuck sake)! Another two-bar repeat and the trio cover the mistake well enough that only those who have heard the song before would be aware of the change.

When he finally starts on the lyrics, his voice has a nervous waiver like every fibre of his being shivers at the thought of Sheri's dark eyes focused on him. The sound of his pulse rushes in his head louder than the bass drum and the audience's heavy foot falls as they dance to the beat. He feels flushed, eager to please- Bewitched. Suddenly, his lips feel too close to the cold microphone and too far from the skin he's been dreaming about. The once near-paralyzing thought of her out there takes hold of him, possesses him, pushes him to perform, and his body obeys.

The abrupt punch of enthusiasm elicits a roar of delight from the front of the stage which pulls the corner of his lips up into a crooked, cocky smile.

Whatever you do, keep your eyes on me.

His ears strain for the sound of her voice cheering for them. Mathias knows full well that life will pull them apart again after this set is over- it always does- and he's trying hard to hold her here with him in this moment. He wants, no, needs to know that Sheri's going to be haunted by the thought of him for weeks. Millie's mocking voice rings in his head: 'pshhh... You dog!'

[amygdalla]

📩 @magicxecustos sent: ❛ i'm shutting off my brain for a minute , ❜ - for yelena – prompt.

yelena let her head fall to the side by way of looking at sheri, ankles crossed and resting on the arm of the sofa that she was laid on, horizontal. it wasn't the most comfortable position, but then again, nothing else took the weight off in any particularly comfortable way either, so it would do. 

"oh, good. i'll time you." she taps her wrist at an imaginary watch. they had time, relatively safe camped out in the apartment, but yelena was anticipating the pair needing to be on the move before long, and certainly before her injury had time to feel good to walk on. if sheri didn't have any better ideas, they'd be headed up to the roof in about 10 minutes. 

"один... два... три..." under her breath, but loud enough to be heard.