#witch!verse

[chemicvlx]

the good witch || angel & noeul

[ @noenl ] “how are you not bored of me already?” she mumbled, swirling her finger to create figures dancing in his warm coffee. the steam forming two ballerinas that danced around him until they disappeared within the safety of her home. “I figured you would have grown tired of my tricks by now. it’s not like i can do anything remarkable.” angel always doubted her abilities but secretly, she knew that there was power swirling inside her, waiting to appear once she had honed her craft more.

noeul was the only person who knew about her talents. the two had grown as friends at church and quickly, she grew fond of the boy. most would notice his strange behavior and find it unappealing but she found it quite charming and delightful. she was dazzled by his intellect and clever responses, it didn’t matter how long it took them to come out or with what tone he spoke in. it was just part of him. 

the young witch whistled and a tray of cookies made it’s way over for him, all beautiful decorate for the holiday season. “cookie?”

[pumpkinanonymous-blog]

Lucifer just wants to go home but there seems to be a bush with antlers following him...

[pumpkinanonymous-blog]

Starting with inktober I've decided to draw spn witch!verse stuff... its mostly going to be Samifer and Salthazar if I'm honest. But! I am open to requests if anyone has an idea they would like me to attempt at drawing!

[curiousgoldenthing-blog]

Toadstools || etxtenebrae

The angelica wasn’t sprouting.

She’d been trying for weeks. Despite generous application of water and compost and plenty of sun and space, and even a replanting in their own special spot by the brook, the ruddy seeds just refused to sprout.

Estella sat back on her heels, frowning and leaving a brown smudge on her forehead as one hand swatted away an errant blonde curl. She had enough of the dried root and flowering stalks from last summer’s bumper crop to serve her own purposes for most of the winter, but if there was any extra call for it, her stores would be empty before she could blink.

She could always cut it with shavings of white oak or willow bark, but she disliked giving her infrequent patrons anything less than they paid for. Besides, there had been six births in the village nearby since the new year, and that meant a potential for an outbreak of the colic at any second.

Buck up, Callaghan, she told herself. Your mother made do in lean times with a smaller garden than this. What would she do?

As she was racking her brains to remember, the sound of footsteps on the east path caught her attention.

Well then. To business.

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"So, we're doing this?" - Andy (like I figured some kinda AU)

(Works for me!)

“I guess so.” Behind the heavy veil, her cheeks are already scarlet, and she’s glad that he can’t see it. She fidgets with the ribbon trailing from the bridal nosegay - fragrant freesia spiked with bits of maidenhair fern.

“Listen, I know we’re only going through with this to ensure peace between our covens, so I’m not expecting anything. I mean, you look pretty nice and all. Just…hope you’re not disappointed by me.”

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@trustmeimawitch replied to your post: "unf"  (pick a muse any muse)

His arms slipped around her, grinning before he returned the kiss.

Oh, it was so nice to be kissed. She hadn’t had one in ever so long that hadn’t been dropped on her cheek by some frumpy aunt. Nice, too, to find that the usual mad whirl in her head had stilled for a moment.

“For the record,” she whispered when he let her up for air, “if you’d tried this instead of trying to sneak into my bed, you would’ve gotten much better results.”

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🌑 from male!Andy or Aaron (your choice)

(Male!Andy, I choose you!)

The funny thing about Irish blondes: they sometimes wake up swearing.

“What the bloody flaming FUCK….!?”

The scary thing about Irish blondes: they can still manage to kick you in the head before they’re fully awake.

Which is how Estella winds up leaning over the side of the bed, looking sheepishly down at the man sprawled on her bedroom floor.

“Sorry, mate. Reflexes. You all right? Something the matter?”

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"They control my actions. I'm empty." The Blond man stares up at the other, expression placid with a touch of sadness. "I don't have a heart."((I don't know, the two seemed to fit and I love writing angsty steve.))

She blinks. Blinks again. Tips her head to one side and leans on her broomstick.

“I don’t know. I don’t see any strings on you.”