#saibrina

[sarcasmhe]

          ‘     people   are   stupid   .    ‘     said   with   all   the   confidence   a   boy   who’s   stared   his   bully   in   the   face   and   gotten   punched   for   his   smart   mouth   has  .     stiles   is   very   use   to   being   the   one   at   the   metaphorical   food chain  .      he   shrugs   . 

@saibrina​ asked: “people think i’m weird.”

[phoenixmade1]

He’s been flicking the light switch for three minutes now with no luck, the lights still wouldn’t turn on, making him frown. "I think the power is out." He said finally, stepping away from the light switch and closer to Sabrina. “Think you could help me out? I can barely see in here and there are candles all over this room.” If she could use her magic to light a couple that would be great.

           sc / @saibrina​ 

[theoutcsts]

for @saibrina / a riverdale & caos hybrid

Jughead  hadn’t  been  to  Greendale  since  his  youth.  All  he  recalled  was  the  bribe,  truck  and  drugs  that  had  he  and  Archie  crossing  town  lines.  That  had  been  so  long  ago,  so  many  years  passed  and  yet  were  any  of  the  lessons  learned  ?  Could  Jughead  be  certain  he  wouldn’t  be  pulled  into  something  even  heavier  than  the  last,  with  ropes  that  could  tie  down  not  only  his  present,  but  his  future  as  well  ?

Jughead  paused  outside  his  truck,  eyes  casting  upwards  as  he  took  in  a  house  that  looked  like  it  held  every  ghoul  and  ghost  in  the  state.  He  was  here  on  a  hunch  knowing  that  the  only  funeral  home  in  Greendale  must  have  seen  some  interesting  deaths,  that  the  stories  and  rumors  surrounding  ANYTHING  mysterious  must  have  a  grounding  in  truth.  This  family,  the  Spellmans,  might  be  able  to  help  him  solve  a  mystery  not  only  central  to  Jughead,  but  to  Riverdale  as  well,  because  he’d  been  the  one  to  see  that  mysterious  alien  like  body.  He’d  been  the  one  to  also  watch  it  go  missing.

Who  better  to  trust  with  brutal  honesty  than  those  in  charge  of  the  deceased  ?

He  made  his  way  along  the  path  and  to  the  massive  door,  his  eyes  looking  for  any  sign  of  a  door  bell  or  knocker  that  might  assist  him,  but  instead  found  himself  intrigued  by  the  darkness  by  the  side  of  the  house.  He  let  himself  be  distracted  for  a  moment  and  wandered  his  way  to  the  side  of  the  expansive  deck,  hands  on  the  railing,  leaning  over  to  get  a  better  look  .  .  .