#saccrifice

[fullmortal-blog]

“if looks could kill, i’m pretty sure you woulda killed me by now.” // @saccrifice

[lovereallybytes-blog]

Like a Little Candle

Like a Little Candle

Like a little candle

On a deafening, silent night

When darkness fills all corners

My light will make it bright.

A light I cannot keep,

to brighten up my own-

No matter how much I give,

I would shine but feels alone.

And on a stormy weather,

When winds are raging, blowing cold-

I am here to keep you warm,

just come closer to me, behold.

Such…

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[vilewitches]

@saccrifice

“do i know you?” for some reason, the girl’s face looked oddly familiar, even under the flickering light of the gas station. kit had seen many people come in and out, day after day, but he’d never seen someone that struck him as familiar as she did. “i feel like i’ve seen ya around here before.”

[poeticspellman-blog]

@saccrifice​ // ☪ sc.

“that is exactly why young witches should not meddle in things they know nothing about. look at what happened to you, to that mortal boy.” his voice is a bit louder than he means it. his anger not directed at her. she just so happened to be in his company. his worry mingled with anger. trying to contain it all for the sake of his family’s crumbling reputation. he shakes his head. a heavy sigh escaping his lips. while the warlock is skilled in the art of necromancy, he knows it’s limitations as well as it’s dangers. they were young and reckless. not thinking of the consequences of their actions and look where that got them. “you look better than the last time i saw you. i’m glad to see you’re recovering well.”

[poeticspellman-blog]

🎅   /   help  my  muse  gift  wrap  a  present  . ( we love a holidy special !! )

☪ // it’s the most wonderful time of the year ; accepting @saccrifice

he could have used his magic to wrap the present. he wasn’t particularly bad at it, but he could use a bit more practice. after all, most of the gift-wrapping went to his aunties. he didn’t go shopping for the holidays so he had no one to wrap gifts for. however, he would help out if they asked, but they usually managed fine on their own. there were more people than normal during this time of year in the spellman household. young witches from the academy to help out with decorations and alike. agatha was wrapping a gift. she didn’t look as though she were struggling with it. however, the warlock went over to her. crouching down beside her as he tilts his head to the side with a lopsided grin. “i can help with that if ya’d like.” long fingers reached for the gift. folding down the corners as neatly as he could possibly manage and beckoning her for tape and placed a ribbon on top. “there–how did i do? not so bad, yeah?”

[mortalkinkle-blog]

‘ you owe no one your forgiveness ’

“Are you sure about that? I think I owe a lot of people. Maybe even myself.”

[spellmanbounda]

“*lights candle*”

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑. he focused his energy with intent “ Now repeat after me with feeling or it will not work   ---...  quaeritur de hoc quod praeteritum et praesens spirituum soror mea custodiat Dorcas , Prudence et Agatha.”  he called out and a gast of wind rushed around him as he asked the spirits to protect the Weird Sisters as they had been threatened at the Academy, Agatha could take care of herself of course she was simply worried a hex would be cast upon one of her sisters.  “  In Satan's name it will be done !..”