#reedytoxin

[practicalmcgic]

(( Just stopping by to tell you that I love you and you mean the world to me 💜💕 ))

//When you're girlfriend logs on just to leave you messages like these!!!!

[practicalmcgic]

I love you the mostest 💜❤️💓😜

BABE, that's cheating!!!!

[ladiesandwitches]

@reedytoxin sent: ❛ were you ever planning on telling me about all of this? ❜ (for sab)

"All of this?" Sabrina repeated, hoping the tactic would buy her some extra time in figuring out an answer. "Well, I mean, we're not really supposed to. The coven, they're kinda big on the secret thing. Which I get, I totally do, but it's hard, you know? Balancing between being honest with people and protecting the coven, and my aunties and cousin Ambrose. And Salem," she added, figuring a familiar needed to be hidden for protection as much as witches did.

"It wasn't that I wasn't planning on not telling you, it's more....finding the right moment."

[practicalmcgic]

@reedytoxin Said: a kiss during an argument ( for Agatha )

They had been going at for hours. Agatha was planing on bailing like she always did. She'd been caught packing up her clothes when Jan cam in and found her. She didn't do these things; these things never went good for her, and if they did she was the one who got hurt. Then Jan's lips were on hers, and Agath'a arms were around her waist. "That's not fair" She pants out when they finally break from the kiss.

[alyafae]

Lounging on her chair, akin to a cat as it seemed, Nahla looked up from her PADD, a playful smile on her lips. "They may be cadets but they are still just children. How can anyone be really surprised when they act like kids?" She set down the PADD, swiftly changing position in her seat. "What a gift to be so young and energetic."

@reedytoxin | starter call ft. nahla

[scyftan]

    The bitter cold outside the performance hall turns Larissa's scoff into a streamer of white steam, her words into smoke as she says, "It's appalling, what passes for culture here. I adore 'Un bel dì, vedremo'--I've never heard it so massacred." She adjusts her coat, pulling her collar up against the wind, glancing down to @reedytoxin by her side. Her voice is excessively casual when she adds, "What do you think--nightcap?"

[rehabillitada]

💋 for our muses to share a kiss under the mistletoe. ❲ @reedytoxin ❳

lucía moved through the small crowd of people that populated their apartment building. this honestly was her idea of hell. everyone drinking, dancing; voices raised, with the music barely audible over everyone's laughter. she sighed. but, she'd promised jan that she'd make the effort. so, once she'd had the chance to get back to her apartment and clean up, she found herself back down stairs in search of her girlfriend — who was apparently already here and waiting, according to the text the two of them had shared only moments earlier. so why the hell couldn't she find her?

finally, after greeting way too many people—half of whom lucía could not name if she tried—her eyes landed on their target. jan was tucked away to the side, nursing an almost empty glass, and lucía couldn't fight the pang of guilt that hit her in the chest. it had taken her longer than she'd promised to get there, and a lot of that time was wasted so that she didn't have to be there for too long.

lucia went to take a step toward her, when she noticed the mistletoe hanging in the doorway to jan's left. of course, she thought to herself. cheesy, but what christmas party would be complete with out it? and her soft smile swiftly transformed into a smirk as a thought crossed her mind. trying her hardest to remain undetected, lucia slipped passed a few more residents before she was at her girlfriend's side. she then took jan by the hand, without a word, and took a few steps backward; guiding jan toward the mistletoe and she glanced up to make sure her girlfriend saw it too. then, without hesitation, lucia brought their lips together; into a soft, lingering kiss. hoping that it would somehow, even just a little, make up for her leaving her alone for so long.

❛❛ hi, ❜❜ lucia breathed, as their lips eventually parted.

[chronically-engaged]

Plotted starter for @reedytoxin

The cold metallic walls of the facility and complete lack of natural light gave Maigret the feeling of stepping into a world which wasn’t quite real. Where the ordinary rules of society didn’t apply, only the cold churning of the machine.

It seemed as if he had been walking through an endless number of identical corridors, each with cage doors at the end which the guard leading him had to unlock, when at last he caught sight of who he’d come to see.

The visiting cell was probably more spacious than she was used to. It was empty aside from a table and chair at the center. Maigret approached the cage with small box of cookies which he held up for her to see before passing it to the guard to deliver to her cell. He’d made a stop at a bakery back in the city proper. It was usual for him not to visit empty handed when he journeyed up to the big prisons. Especially those that held lifers.

“How are you?” He said in a tone which matched the unreality of his surroundings.