#sensiblevvitch

[bettysbrewaa]

           ❛          it   isn’t   like   i   WANTED   to   hurt   anyone.          ❜

@sensiblevvitch​   is   getting   a   starter.

[insectwine]

              “ why would anyone want to spend more time with their mom ? ”

( @sensiblevvitch​ said it thrice ! )

[azreiel-moved]

@sensiblevvitch / sc

SHE’S NOT REALLY INTO MAGIC.    ironic, considering she looks like she just came out from a witch’s wardrobe. careful eyes examine the infamous book full of PROPHECIES , and the archangel almost finds it hard to believe these people really led their lives following words step by step. “ so uhm --- what are you? a wiccan? ”

[ciaosucker-a]

“ ah, it's bicycle girl. ” it's not said out of malice, a laughing matter or hate. it's said, trying to understand what her name is, because she never actually told aziraphale or the serpent her name and maybe it was a joke at first, but if anyone understands what it's like to be dead-named ( well, crawly wasn't a proper name anyway ), it would be crowley. she had saved the world and deserved to be called something more than just ‘ bicycle girl ’. “ err… what is your name, anyway? you never actually told aziraphale or myself. i know you’re agnes nutter’s great-great-great-great-great granddaughter, so you have that connection, but i don’t actually know your name. ”

@sensiblevvitch liked for a starter.

[magaprima]

@sensiblevvitch

She had watched, for a little while as approaching her in the darkness mid-spell as the...latest in the Device line worked her spells. Lilith wanted to see what her approach was, how she did her magic...it was practical yet effective, a efficient and concise approach that perhaps wasn’t entirely Lilith’s own style, but..not without it’s worth, it’s...approval. 

She waited until Anathema was done, not wishing to interrupt the casting, knowing, from personal experience, how...infuriating that could be, and then, and only then, did she make herself known, stepping into the moonlight. 

“Well,” She began as she strode forward, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cast with such...quiet and...fervent concentration before,” Seeing her close, Lilith could see something intense, something high-strung about the girl. The sense of a mission, a purpose, that had been...drummed into her. Probably from birth. 

“You’ve no reason to be afraid,” She assured her, before the young woman could perhaps attempt to run off. “I’m a witch. Like you. Just a....little older” Lilith added with a secretive smile. “And I’m here....to help you”

[firstlycan-a]

sensiblevvitch said:“i really think you need to see a doctor.”

                 ❝    doctors    are    needless    for    a    being    such    as    i...    ❞    pale    hands    pressed    at    his    side    where    the    blood    seeped    through    the    laceration.    it    was    a    lot    of    blood    for    a    human    to    lose    but    for    a    𝙡𝙮𝙘𝙖𝙣,    it    was    nothing    unforeseen.    though    immortal    through    aging,    a    severe    injury    could    manage    to    kill    one    but    𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍    was    not    like    the    rest.    unyielding    with    each    passing    year,    the    firstborn    stood    the    strongest.

                ❝    my    wound    shall    heal    itself    within    the    next    hours...    how    would    explain    that    to    the    doctors?    ❞

@sensiblevvitch​

[lumenari-moved]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀             STARTERS FROM MEMES   ⇢   @sensiblevvitch ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

❛ better never means better for everyone. It always means worse for some. ❜

   One thing Lucifer enjoyed about PUBS was how easy it was to strike up a normal conversation with just about anyone — whether they were human or otherwise — and how quickly you could get to deep, touching subjects. She had always had a knack of discovering anyone’s deepest fears, their desires, whatever was floating in the depths of their minds. It was more fun sometimes to figure people out without reading their mind.

   Lips curled into a smile as she took a sip of her WHISKEY (with ice, shaken), but eyes of blue and gold never quite leaving her new-found drinking partner. She cradled her glass between her hands as she lowered it, head tilting a little to the right.

      “That is because society is A FRAUD,” she responded. “Everyone is far too different to come to any conclusion that is good for everyone; no matter the cause. What one thinks is right, another may be against. It’s a scenario you cannot win in.”

[ciaosucker-moved]

@sensiblevvitch asked: ❝ do you smell that? ❞

   granted, their sense of smell wasn’t as strong as their hearing, but even they could smell the crisp apple and cinnamon pie. madame tracy and aziraphale were in the kitchen, finishing it with the few remarks that were only of joy from the angel - they knew. the visit was every two weeks; anathema, tracy, aziraphale, newton, shadwell and crowley all gathering around a small table for dinner ( even though, the demon didn’t neccesarily eat as much as they drank wine ). this one was special, it was after the matrimony of a demon and an angel, and they were all residing in tadfield now.

   crowley and anathema were sitting in the garden, kitchen window open next to it, and just having a genuine coversation. talking about how they both made their own choices on what their lives would be like. “ yeah, smells good. ”  a smile appears on the demon’s face with memory of the garden and the apple and the fact that aziraphale was now baking with the apples? they’ve come a long way. both of them. “ he-- ” they gesture to the kitchen window and mutter, “ he never got around to telling you that story of how we met, did he? ”

MEME: unknown.