#witch3d

[rejectory]

Just a little reminder that you’re so freaking talented and I’ve been obsessed with you since like 2k18 love u xoxo

how is this little btw, i'll hurt u. turn on your location so i can do so immediately, who do you think you're talking to

[er1cas]

erica doesn't know a single god damn thing about parisian culture. on the plane here she'd sat across from a couple girls whispering excitedly to each other in bad, accented french. one of them already had a dainty little beret on, sitting tilted over her head of curls. the first thing erica had done when she'd landed was walk into the nearest mcdonald's and get herself some fries. she hadn't come for the culture.

she isn't sure entirely what she's here for, only that it seemed natural to stop by paris on her travels. on her way to avoid anywhere but home, even if it's all she thinks of. by nightfall, she's finally ready to become a tourist, winding her way through streets that come recommended on the travel guides they hand out at the airport bookstores. she stops at a restaurant, stuffed to the brim mostly with tourists. most of the women there are wearing long skirts or dresses and these thin barely there cardigans thrown over their shoulders. a woman in particular catches her eye, sitting by herself with a contented smile on her face, cheeks warmed by the wine in her hand. erica, with her jeans and her leather jacket, takes a seat at the table beside hers.

when the waiter arrives, erica barely gives the menu a scan, merely ordering the thing she can most confidently pronounce, before her head turns back to her left. her mystery woman, she notes, has a rather strange scent. underneath the perfume there's something sharp there, familiar yet not. while she waits for her food to arrive, she leans over a little and taps a finger on @witch3d's table. “you're not a local, are you?” she takes another inhale, catching hints of something like wax from a candle. “not human either, huh? vampire? i heard those exist now.”

[lunaccult]

— @witch3d: say what you want, but say it like you mean it. // ❝    I  didn’t  say  anything.    ❞  But  he’s  grinning  like  he  knows  he’s  full  of  shit.    Without  warning,    he  tucks  his  hands  under  her  arms  and  pulls  her  to  her  feet,    an  easy  heft  of  her  body,    effectively  manhandled.    ❝    I  think  you  just  wanted  me  to  say  something.    Admit  it.    You  like  the  sound  of  my  voice.    ❞  Chad  gives  her  a  squeeze  around  the  waist  with  his  palms,    but  when  he  drops  his  hands,    they  don’t  stay  away.    As  if  he  doesn’t  even  think  about  it,    he  brushes  his  knuckles  against  her  cheek  sweetly.    ❝    Let’s  get  out  of  here.    I’ll  buy  you  dinner.    That’s  what  you  wanted  to  hear,    huh?    ❞

[philomelia]

outside the library doors,   @witch3d and cassie stand beneath the small shelter provided by the stone arche.   her skin is still splashed by the rain,   her arm bearing the marks of those little drops.     it seems as if the entire world is drowning:    the grass stretches out in front of them,  a deeper green than before.    in the middle of the garden lies a statue--    there’s so many statues here.     “   so,   what’s that statue of?    ”     she fiddles with the umbrella,   huddling a little closer to bonnie   (until she gets the umbrella sorted,  she’ll use her body to shield the other--    it’s her fault for being annoying with it,  anyway).      “   is it another one of the town founders?   that’s kind of crazy,   by the way.   care--   caroline was telling me about it all.     ”     the umbrella bursts open.   she wraps an arm around bonnie’s shoulder,   gathering her closer,   so neither of them are splashed with rain.

[roseguided-arch]

@witch3d LIKED for a random starter ! ft riley viktor

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 , 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 for riley. it’s not meant to show distrust , but more of a way of guarded herself if something should happen. bonnie has given no reason for her to be put at a distance yet , as she is with most people , riley cannot help herself. bred from a lifetime of being without loved ones , of carrying the burden of delivering messages from the dead. they whisper in her ear , they linger in her dreams & make nightmares—sometimes , the woman simply feels numb to what most would call a ‘gift.’ it’s routine all of the things she’s subjected to seeing & feeling . . . something riley has often cursed any god listening for. ; ❛ witches are a real thing then ? you aren’t fuckin’ with me ? ❜ brows arch themselves in question. lips pressed together , eyes slightly narrowed in confusion. ❛ mediums ? sure. hell , i’m livin’ proof. but, next thing-ya gonna tell me is vampires or werewolves exist too. ❜ so , was everything not made up ? ghost stores , fanged undead , furry beasts. ❛ that tha hol’ worlds-a lie. ❜

[lunaccult]

— @witch3d: who the hell is in your bed? // ❝    What?    ❞  It  isn’t  enough  that  he’s  got  a  splitting  headache,    running  on  fumes  from  a  week  consisting  solely  of  stolen  naps  between  a  packed  schedule.    It  isn’t  enough  that  he  thinks  he  hasn’t  eaten  anything  in  the  past  12  hours  but  a  who  -  knows  -  how  -  old  slice  of  pizza  he  found  in  his  near  -  empty  fridge.    Bonnie  is  bright  -  eyed  in  her  upset,    but  he  can  see  the  truth  lining  her  lashes.    Something  hurts  and  apparently  it’s  his  fault.

❝    What  the  hell  are  you  talking  about?    ❞  As  if  looking  for  the  answer,    he  looks  over  his  shoulder  into  his  apartment.    His  confusion  is  almost  louder  than  his  exhaustion.    ❝    Someone’s  been  breaking  and  entering  then  because  it  isn’t  me.    Been  passing  out  on  the  couch  if  I  can  manage  it.    Hey.    ❞  Here,    he’s  reaching  for  her,    just  the  gentle  catch  of  his  hands  to  her  arms.    ❝    What’s  going  on?    Are  you  really  mad  at  me?    Bee,    c’mon.    ❞

[rejectory]

@witch3d: “this wouldn’t be a personal issue for you, would it?”

’ Miss Bennett, with respect— ‘

of which there is congruently. They are, after all, meeting in a dream of her choosing. She has a heartbeat still; she has sweat and pine not quite indigenous to Mystic Falls.

She would even have him believe he’s freshly lunched. The deposit of the memory is plastic. Outside of it, life happens.

Slowly. Maddeningly.

It is exactly like lying in a coffin.

With a hand in the pocket, he brings her along to eye the steam contours of the illusion. They slash light like cobwebs in the sun, ashiver with the air they’re not breathing.

Many years before she was born, he’d ripped out of prisons not unlike it, flesh-red and dripping with whatever amateur was to be found on the other side.

He’s nothing if not a good guest. Manners would have it that she minded her step.

If not, she may trip over Niklaus’ beautiful worry, a thing that mustn’t be, a wrinkle of what if; Elijah continues freely to suffer what they call an epiphany squarely under his spell.

And suffering it he is.

’ —when you’ve lived as long as we have, it allows for an... ‘ he stills to stone in his search, as if bored by trying, ’ unburdening. ‘

Bonnie’s ancient blood lacks the wolfgore musk of Hayley’s or the unstirring of his own. Even with it she’s racing against herself, wanting after the mastery of bodies upon bodies of ancestral scholarship: if Niklaus gets too close too soon, she won’t retain either channel to her magic.

And what good is a witch without her hands?

’ You weaken him. I do the rest. ‘

[3thereal]

❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ @sammy Winchester <3

ㅤㅤhe simply stares at her for a few moments, mouth agape with wonder. he lets out a sigh of relief that melts into a laugh, bending over to rest his hands on his knees as he catches his breath. ❛❛ i never thought that in the first place, ❜❜ he assures, straightening back up to his full height. ❛❛ but even if i had at some point, i definitely don't now. ❜❜ he approaches, planes of his face brightened by the smile currently digging dimples into his cheeks. ❛❛ that was incredible, bonnie. you really saved my ass just now. ❜❜

― 𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.