Like the moon, we borrow our light

[thatwitchtrivia]

thiefnathan​:

Trivia’s magic responded quickly and with it she brought forth a table with seating that Nathan planted himself in. “I’ll do anything,” Nathan admitted, if Trivia wanted loyalty then it was hers, “but uh, I guess it all started a little over a year ago. They caught wind of what my power could do and,” the ability to open any door, to lock anything away, the applications were endless. “They laid a trap for me. They said I could either work for them or they’d leak my identity to everyone I’ve stolen from. Fey, royal, noble, and common. Demons, lesser and greater. Witches, vampires. I’ve been at this for decades if word gets out…” He settled his elbows on the table and sunk his face into his hands before his gaze found that of the Goddess. “They killed that coven, I know, because I let them in the door. I let them in the prison, opened the cells of everyone inside.” The massacre on Halloween night, Nathan had slipped away before the undead had started to walk. “You’ve been watching me?” Nathan scoffed, “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He worried a hand through his short hair, graying in places from the lines of worry that were migrating from his brow and manifesting elsewhere. Nathan would swear these last twelve months had taken years off of his life. “No, he doesn’t know. He’d never forgive me if he did.” Abel wouldn’t understand that Nathan had no choice, or worse, he would. He’d understand and he’d betray himself to side with the thief.

-

It’s hard information to take in and yet she somewhat expects it. He’s young yet, what he can do is far too useful, she should have prepared for this. Legs crossing at the knee and folding her hands atop it, Trivia looks to Nathan with her mouth drawn into a thin line. Could she even save him? It wasn’t a matter of power, it wasn’t even quite a matter of morals, it was a matter of justice, of balance. For a moment she just simply looks at him, fingers tapping at her knee idly as her mind goes a mile a minute. “You know, I’m kind of impressed you managed to get yourself in that much trouble.” She should have been watching more closely, maybe some of it might have been avoided. And yet it’s something that might as well be in his blood, he was half a demon, chaos was something swirling in his veins. “It doesn’t look good for you if any of them are caught and squeal. You’ll be a scapegoat, I can’t imagine they’d give one of their own away if they have people they’re blackmailing.” No, she could see them offering him up and there is a part of her that wishes to hide him away, to tell him that this was it and that he couldn’t return to a normal life. But that wouldn’t be fair, it’d be selfish of her to protect him that way. “Or worse, they’ll tell you to take the fall and threaten Abel.” A sigh escapes her and she sinks down in her stone chair. “We’ve got options, but you aren’t going to like them.”

[celebratingwomen]

Aubrey Plaza for The New York Times

[crcssrcads]

who? @thatwitchtrivia​

where? the borders of the Faerie Queen’s forest

when? December 22nd, noon

“Well, this is a surprise,” she says, words slow and deliberate as she looks at the woman standing at the border of the newly dubbed Faerie Queen’s forest. Witch and Aspect alike, there is only one woman who fits the description, a woman that has been around from the beginning, just as Nikki has. Their paths might not have crossed often, but eternity is a long time for those who had witnessed the fall of Eden. After some point, and unless you found a reason to act, it all became the same shit even if it was a different day. “Don’t need to fret, I am playing nice for now. There is no need to ruin the holidays.”

[thatwitchtrivia]

“Is it?” It’s not antagonistic, she is legitimately curious about the sentiment. The other woman, she isn’t someone Trivia’s expecting to see by any means. Her presence is something to fear, to be uneasy about, but she won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing her be anything but relaxed. It was the holidays and she’d thank Chris Kringle for the universal stalemate. “I didn’t know you hung out.” Her tone is dry and informal on purpose and she looks from the mulled wine in the goblet in her hand to ‘Nikki’, her head canting to the side like a curious cat. “Or enjoyed the holidays for that matter.” 

[oliveoomph]

Aubrey Plaza

[thatwitchtrivia]

davheira​:

“Bard?” Davhy gasps dramatically as he staggers playfully, pretending to be wounded by the choice not to call him by his name, even as he turns in time to allow Trivia to hook her arm around his. Once his mock outrage is established, he straightens up, a tentative hand moves to cover her hand where it lays against his bicep and he squeezes her hand fleetingly. It’s a brief show of fondness, of the way his heart sings at his presence, even as his hand falls and he begins to guide her through the crowd and towards the bar in hopes of fulfilling her silent request. It’s a careful thing, how he acts around Trivia, always willing to give more than she asks but stopping short lest she decides to pull away if he moves too quickly. She is busy on her duties, and so is he, but sometimes he wonders — 

Well, it matters not. It will happen when it does.

“For you, my muse?” He asks thoughtfully, a brief hum to his words as he pretends to ponder, despite the growing smile of delight on his lips at her words. His eyes dip at the mention of her new dress, and they linger on the way it clings to her curves before they move up and he sends her a charming grin. “Particularly, for you in that dress? I can step away from anything, even if you do seem to have forgotten my name in our time apart, beautiful.”

-

Her eyes roll but there’s something that’s so oddly comforting about the whole ordeal. The back and forth, all the banter, she’d hated it once. Thought it was cheesy, it’d made her uncomfortable. For as old as she was, for all she’d encountered and seen, Trivia had never quite thought that whatever this was between them could be anything. Her feelings for the winter eladrin had struck her one day, washed over like a cold wave of water. She’d had a husband once, she’d had a family once, she’d spent so much time figuring out and honing her power, figuring what she could do, who she could help. A relationship, feelings that would lead her to get into such a thing, it hadn’t really occurred to her that it could be on the table. Only to realize that there was no way it actually could be. And so they’re this. Just enjoying each other’s company whenever they can and pretending that they can’t see the pain in each other’s eyes when they have to part. It is a wound that she is constantly stitching back up, but one that she almost looks forward to in the most morbid way. “Davheira.” And the way her tongue curls around the name is nothing but fond, the little curl at the corners of her lips cement that. “How are you? How’s the winter treating you?” His season, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t sort of consider it hers, too. Even when they were apart, she found the weather comforting, like he was there without actually being at her side. But he’s there now and they walk towards the bar area, his presence warm against her side. It’s all really casual, but they are in public and they’ve got separate reputations to keep within the court.

[thatwitchtrivia]

thiefnathan​:

Is this what it looked like? Asking a God for help, because that’s what Trivia was. Powerful, unknowable, ancient - eternal? He wondered how she’d come to these crossroads or if she’d always been here, if it was even possible for her to understand and sympathise with his plight. “I’m in deep with The Eye.” Nathan explained, “They caught me a couple years back and threatened to sell me out to those I’ve marked in the past, demons, fey, vampires, witches - I’d be killed or left to rot in some prison somewhere.” Maybe worse. The world already didn’t look kindly upon cambion, “I don’t know what to do, how to get out. They’ve done…” He thought about the Alstroemeria, the prison, the masquerade. “I’ve helped them do awful things.” Nathan was hopeful now. “Can you make them forget about me?”

-

At the mere sound of the organization’s name, Trivia lets out a low whistle before her lips pull into a straight line. Her arms cross over her chest and she feels like she’s about to chastise a child, but it runs deeper than that. He was in with them an d he could come here, that was something, had he been anyone else, she would not allow. Had she not watched him grow into the man he was now before her, she’d have given some kind of ‘Bewitched’ twitch of her nose and he’d have forgotten the whole place, his whole ability, she would take it far.  But she can’t.  Because she does care. But she has to be fair, first and foremost.  “I will help on the condition that you tell me everything. That you are loyal to me first and foremost. May I remind you that I have always been kind to you when others would have driven from this very realm.” He was a secret she was keeping too, there was trust between them. But trust aside, her stance and her tone is firm. At least is is for a second before she’s waving a hand to conjure a seat from the stone they walk on. She doesn’t stop there, she sits down as a table also sprouts from the stone, another chair, and Trivia nods for him to sit before crossing her legs at the knee. It stings, she thinks, that he got involved with them at all. She’s no mother, she trusts him, she knows him, but raising him wasn’t her job, she had to make peace with that long ago. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, kiddo. I don’t know if I can let this go without some kind of collateral.” A promise, she’s hurt in a way she can’t quite explain, disappointed mostly. He was a smart guy, he was a careful guy. And he’d gotten caught. “That witch you’re making moon eyes at all the time, does he know?” 

[femalegifsource]

AUBREY PLAZA at the season two premiere of The White Lotus

[abbytwin321]

Aubrey Plaza on Conan (2019)

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[thatwitchtrivia]

xremusx​:

Remus immediately let his hand wrap around her shoulders as hers did so around his waist. It was a simple relationship they had. He respected her for what she had done for him and…well, he wasn’t even really sure what she really thought of him. There was a reason she had brought him back from the dead, made him into something to be feared. Or maybe it just had to do with the fact that his own brother had killed him. There would always be a look of pity upon first hearing the news. He wasn’t sure what the emotion would be once someone pulled back to veil and explained why Romulus had made the decision he had made. One day, it would be in the past, but it wouldn’t be any time soon. “I’m just…taking it one day at a time, I guess. Not easy being a dead man, you know.”

“That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.” Lips pursing, she looks at him and she’s about to ask what is actually up, but instead offers up a little shrug to dismiss it. He’s kind of got a point, he’s a dead guy, and while she thinks such a thing can and should be fairly simply, Trivia knows that’s far from the case. She’d seen enough dead people, talked to enough of them, to know that sometimes there was more. Something unfinished, some last memories to share, and then they’d go and that was life, or rather, that was the Afterlife. Remus didn’t really have that privilege though and she’d be lying to herself if she thought that she didn’t feel a little responsible for him. “There’s more terrors around, I’ve seen them. In the mortal realm.” It’s casual enough, a gentle direction. “Nothing’s quite as big a beastie as you, but you know, could be worth checking out.” Another shrug, this one more casual as she puts her hands in the pocket of her long coat. “You wanna go get one of those hot chocolates with all the whipped cream? My treat.” It’s that human holiday, or at least close to it. 

[montgomery-obsessions]

Aubrey Plaza - GQ (January 2023)

[ava-deb]

AUBREY PLAZA as HARPER SPILLER THE WHITE LOTUS | S02E06, Abductions

[thatwitchtrivia]

brightclara​:

There were few beings in her world that knew her as well as the First Witch, few beings that she knew she could trust wholeheartedly and without a doubt. Actually, Trivia was the only one. Keket had never asked to be brought back to life, had never even desired it, even if she hadn’t even gotten to a hundred years before her very untimely death. The loss of her mother had been torture to endure afterwards and the years of change, plus the danger of her mere existence weighed on her daily. But there were other ways in which life was beautiful and it was thanks to the witch that Keket was able to enjoy it. “Triv?” She breathed out, eyes wide as Clara entered the room. Shock, but joyful shock, passed her face. And a relief. Being with Trivia, rare as it was, ended up being the only times she didn’t feel truly alone, and she had just gotten off her shift that evening. “Did they just let you in here without a guest pass?” 

“You will find it is very hard to keep me out of places.” Her fingers not wrapped around a coffee give a halfhearted ‘jazz hand’ before her shoulders raise in a shrug. Sometimes it really did pay to have her power, slipping in and out of the realms was like breathing for her now when it’d once been something terrifying and confusing. But Trivia dismisses the thought and hands out the coffee towards Clara and offers a smile. “Do you want to go get something at the diner? I’m feeling fries.” With as much cheese as possible, the mortals really had figured that out. “Or I could hang out at your place, you’re probably exhausted and I’ve got time.” It’s something beautiful though, all the long hours Keket spends at the clinic, the amount of care she puts into everything she does. Compassion to these people had a name and it was Clara and as someone who found themselves strictly in a neutral area, Trivia admired that about the other woman a great deal.

[xremusx]

closed starter for @thatwitchtrivia​

Remus owed his entire third life to Trivia. Third life. Well, that was pretty fucking tragic to even think about. He was curious about what she was up to with everything going on in Rome. There was no doubt that she knew exactly what he was planning so he wanted to make sure they were on the same page as well. “Trivia. My beautiful Trivia. How are you today?” He didn’t exactly need to butter her up, but there wasn’t exactly a reason not to.

[thatwitchtrivia]

“Remus, buddy!” It’s a little loud and therefore a little pointed, but she reaches to wrap an arm around his middle. Things had always been easy between the two of them and they should be, she’d jumped through a lot of hoops to get him back. But she’d liked Remus before she’d ever really gotten to know him for real, before she’d breathed life back into him. She’d watched it happen every few centuries, a pair of brothers growing to resent each other in some way, some strange thing happening, and then they off each other. She’d put an end to it, but she’d also chosen a side when it came to the vampires by making Remus a little more…Durable. “What are you up to?” That’s more deadpan as she looks to his face, brows raised just slightly.

[thatwitchtrivia]

thiefnathan​:

Payment was the fair price he paid for safe and uninterrupted travel through the Otherworld, discretion was what he needed most but he was grateful to see her. Things had… Things had gotten out of control lately. Nathan was sinking fast and he was running out of options, she was a God or, well, something like that. That had to mean something. He left the offering on the makeshift table, the feeling of the other’s magic something he had gotten used to over the years. “You mean you’re not omnipotent or whatever?” Nathan asked, not really knowing the breadth of her magic. “Sure, yeah, I uh, I’ve got something I wanted to ask you too.” 

-

Trivia gives a dismissive and semi-dramatic wave of her hand that’s not quite fitting of someone who is paid tribute, but they’re familiar with each other, she doesn’t really have to do the whole pomp and circumstance thing with Nathan. She nods for him to follow her outside of the temple, further into the trees where they’re shrouded in moonlight. Sometimes it’s so beautiful she wonders why she ever spent time outside of what she considered ‘work’ in the mortal realm. But as beautiful as it is, it’s a reminder that the realm sits without its beloved queen and she goes back to wanting to hide away. “Yeah? You wanna go first?” She’s more interested in what he could possibly want of her. 

[allanyadiaz]

[thatwitchtrivia]

Location: The workplace Person: @brightclara​

It’s not everyday that she gets a chance to check in. There’s this weird kind of patience that everyone in her life has with her, not everyone gets it. Trivia can’t ever blame them, she’s not really someone that’s easy to keep up with, she’s busy a lot more often than not, and sometimes she says she’ll check in within a timeframe only to completely get caught up in something else. Keket though, or Clara, as she’s going by now, is someone she needs time with whenever she can get it, Remus, too. But he was a little easier for her to fit into her schedule, the man didn’t really have one of his own. Clara though, she was an angel doused in harsh fluorescent hospital lighting and she waited for her with a fresh coffee at the nurses station, hip cocked against the desk. 

[thatwitchtrivia]

davheira​:

Mourning is a long, everlasting song, but one that contains interludes. The Winter court, at least, knows of the necessity of joy even in the darkest days. That is what finds him on one of the many taverns in court, hands on his favored lute as nimble fingers pull the strings and bring to life a song of old. It’s a soft melody, the one he is singing, one of hope and light. It’s what his fellow fey need, now more than ever, and he is happy to provide it. It’s an old tale by mortal standards, the one he is singing, but not to him. It’s a memory of sun-filled evenings and brushes of joy with a stranger that soon becomes a friend, soon becomes more. It’s not the first version of the tune, nor the last, merely an in between that he feels comfortable sharing with the courts. It’s the tale of one of his ill-advised adventures and the charming heroine that rescued him from trouble, after all, and they have heard plenty of those —  what they don’t know is that the protagonist of this story is closer than they realize. The faint sensation of her magic sweeps over Davhy as he sings, head raising before he decides to and eyes wandering across the crowd until they fall upon the subject of this — and many of his — songs. A fond smile flickers on his lips, punctuated by a wink before his eyes fall back on his lute and continues his performance.

The song is over before he knows it, and he smiles charmingly at the crowds as they applaud, bowing playfully at the roaring claps. Another soon comes to replace him, and he pats their shoulder encouragingly before he meets the crowds and submerges himself on them. His eyes flicker around the room as he moves through the crowds, falling upon who he is looking as an old song of joy feels his chest.

“Trivia,” he greets with a light and playful bow as he moves closer, shoulder settling against the wall next to her. “A pleasure, as always.”

Her brows furrow as she listens to the music, as it shifts to an all too familiar tune and she’s going to blame the color in her cheeks on the wine. The few around them that know, that glimpsed her too, glance her way, she can feel their eyes, but she remains composed, relaxes the muscles in her face. He’s embarrassing, she doesn’t entirely mind, not when she doesn’t get to see him as often as she’d like to. And so she waits, feeling warm despite the chilly nature of the court, her arms crossed over her chest and body leaned against a pillar. It’s their song, the one they’d crafted together, and it serves as a reminder that despite all of their time away, that there’s something between them.  And as the tale ends, she claps alongside the crowd, when it parts it is just them, the bard and his muse and she can’t help the sincere smile that pulls at the corners of her lips as she offers him a nod. “Bard.” Trivia says simply in acknowledgement before she’s taking a step away from the wall and hooking her arm around his before brandishing her empty wine glass in her other hand. “I have a night off and I intend to enjoy it, if you can step away from your adoring fans for a moment, you’re more than welcome to join me.” There’s the faintest edge of teasing to her tone that suggests she’s not going to protest if he has plans. “But I will say that it has been a while and this dress is new.”