my biggest insecurity i think is also my biggest triumph. it’s my beliefs - my magic and my witchcraft. i know many people don’t understand it and they dismiss me and judge me and mock me for loving what i do and believing in what i do. it’s painful, to be turned away for who you are and your belief system. sometimes, i want to portray a whole different person, just to be accepted and to not be ridiculed.
my favorite way of practicing magic is my ritual for creating amulets. there isn’t just one, but while i create i pray, i sing, i cleanse and i put my intentions in this jewelry. it’s when i feel the most connected to myself and to our universe.
if you could change one thing about the world right now, what would it be?
i would change people’s views on mother earth. most people are not the least concerned about this planet that birthed them and nursed them. i wish people would appreciate it and be thankful. i would make it that everyone is careful and gentle to our gaia.
the girl sighs as she realizes she isn’t going to be able to light her candles while outside. the wind isn’t too strong but it’s enough to blow her candles and her incense sticks out. she wants the little table she has going on to look beautiful and interesting, in an attempt to lure more people into it. but she guesses - if the fire won’t stay it’s because it’s not supposed to. so tilly shakes away her frustration, bracelets tinkling as she does so. she has to give off a good energy to convince people to help her and buy her amulets and crystals. she also brought a few incenses and herbal baths from the shop, just in case.
the thing is, money is a bit tight and she has to pay vet bills for her rescues. not to talk about their food and litter, so she is a bit desperate. that’s why she brought a few of her items outside the shop, where she could interact with more people. her lips are graced with a sweet smile as she approaches the first person to walk near her stand.
“hello there! good morning- would you be interested in just a little bit of magic?” she asks, then gestures towards her little stand. “i'm selling these at a discount to help me pay for my rescue’s vet bills, so if you check it out my animals and i will be so thankful!”
it’s not a question she’s usually asked as a bartender. it’s not a question that she’s equipped to really understand because there are levels to it than she doesn’t even consider when she raises her shoulders in a shrug looking at the girl at the bar, “it makes them feel all boozy and excited for a few hours, unless they’re sick or sad,” she tells her. that’s all there is to it in her mind. that’s as far as her thoughts extend. “to be honest,” she adds, “even when i drink, i don’t really know why. it’s just what people do, isn’t it?”
tilly tilts her head, genuinely interested in what the bartender had to say in the matter. she is the potion master after all, the one that delivers people’s alcohol of preference. not to talk about the countless people who sat in that bar. tilly understands that she’s most likely not her usual customer, asking these kind of questions, but the redhead is kind enough to entertain her. the girl nods at the bartender, taking a few moments to think of what she had to say. “we all tend to do things just because everyone does them, don’t we? ‘cause i’m here because of that,” she confides in her. “i’m twenty-two and have never been to a bar, so i thought i’d try out the experience,” she pauses. “it’s not as good as people make it to be”
gaze already studying the way the woman was holding herself, hadley had a small idea of what happened before the other even voiced her situation. “ah shit, people can never respect the earth enough to keep their trash to themselves.” they frowned, brows furrowing as they scrambled across some rocks to reach her. it was weird that they happened to be around to help. it was lucky for the woman in the water, that they happened to be by and, in addition, have their hip pack with them. ( then again, they never left without it when they were off on a mini adventure. )
“alrighty, dollface, lets getcha out of that water and off your feet.” haddie chriped, moving over to where she was in the water without much care. “no need to be forever thankful or anything either. it’d be against my ethics to leave someone when they need help.” not to mention it sorta went against hospital ethics too and their ethics sorta co-insided with hospital ethics and, well, morally it didn’t sit right with them as well- stranger or not. so all in all, there really wasn’t any need to be thankful when it would have been hella shitty to abandon her there. “so, lets get you settled on a rock so i can check out that inury, hm?” they smiled, shifting their self and holding out their arms to provide aid to her.
tilly rarely finds herself in situations in which mother nature betrays her in some way. she likes to think that it’s because she puts an effort to deserve gaia’s graces while she’s walking among her creation. so needless to say, she’s not one to worry too much about getting hurt whenever she’s out in nature even though, logically, she should. but then again, this isn’t mother earth’s fault - it’s human disrespect that is to blame. thankfully the universe conspired to send someone her way to rescue her - someone that actually shared her values. “right!” she replies fiercely. “they really... disrespect what keeps them alive,” she huffs. “and- ow, really hurt other people in the process.”
the girl reaches for the other’s arms carefully as to not lose her precarious balance. “you’re a good person,” tilly tells them. “i’ll definitely ask for blessings in your name later then, since eternal gratefulness is off the table,” she giggles a bit before hissing again because ow, does her foot hurt. once she finds a reliable grip on her rescuer’s arms, tilly is able to very slowly walk away from the water. she slips a couple times, not being able to trust her left foot with her weight but thankfully, she doesn’t fall. eventually the blonde is able to sit herself down at a rock just on the shore. the relief from taking her weight off her foot is short lived as she stares at it. she didn’t notice as much blood while inside the water. “oh goddess, i hope i don’t need stitches.”
He hadn’t meant to frighten anyone and at her words, there was a twinge of protectiveness that surged through his chest. Not because he knew the woman, not because he had any desire to protect her specifically, but this was his hometown. The people who lived here, who visited, who were just passing through, he had a duty to protect and serve and while a lot of cops simply saw their job as just that – a job, Cole had a different view. He took his oath seriously. He apologized once again, leaning forward to grab the phone and pull it into his pocket once more, though her next words had him giving a small chuckle.
“It wasn’t 3 when I called,” he told her quietly. It wasn’t even today, not even yesterday. Two days he’d gone without hearing back and he thought this was going to be one of those phone calls that just magically upped and got lost in the complicated relationship territory.
He took a moment to study her, she wasn’t a typical person he’d run into this late at night at the diner. “It’s late to be out,” he observed.
her heart still beats erratically. it makes a valiant effort to understand the message that there is no danger to her. tilly nods at his apologies, though he was forgiven even before saying anything. she can feel it, in the energy that he has about him and the gleam in his eye that he had no ill intentions. she can feel it, that he poses no threat and slowly her body starts to come down from the fright and the anxiety. instead of anxious and full of adrenaline, at his next words, tilly feels a pang of sadness. she knows nothing about this man and his phone calls, but she can read between the lines and she purses her lips.
“i’m sorry about that. i’ll be sure to include officer calls to be answered on my thoughts from now on,” she offers with a genuine smile. and tilly will. she knows that when she’s thanking the goddess for another day and all her blessings by the end of this day, she’d include good energies for this officer. “ah, that it is,” she replies then, about being out late. “i wasn’t meaning to- the night was beautiful and i just... lost myself in it. until fifteen minutes ago,” tilly tells him. “you haven’t seen anything strange during your patrol tonight, by any chance?”
hadley often finds nature to be refreshing. between their busy schedule at the hospital and the extracurricular activites they indulged in, such as napping with their cat, snacking, and kickboxing, they didn’t have much time to immerse their self in it. so it was only on truly rare occasions that they managed to trek out to where the river flowed on one of their days off to truly enjoy it. today, luck be on their side, happened to be one of those days. so, happily, they trounced through the forest with glee, hiking boots on and workout gear fit to their body. even their hair was smoothed back in its usual bun. they probably would be mistaken as a casual l.a. runner if it wasn’t for the fact they were in salem and a forest. luckily, no one was around to see the out of place picture of them basically dancing around just barely avoiding bushes. well, they had thought no one was around but beyond the music in their ears, they could pick out a voice among the guitar riffs that was definitely not apart of the song.
plucking an earbud out, haddie glanced around curiously, twisting here and there as much as their backpack would allow them to. “lorax? is that you?” they called back in the direction they thought the voice had come from. their playful demeanor mellowed as they started towards where they thought they could hear someone, despite how it probably wasn’t the smartest idea they’d ever had. still, it turned out to be a good one when they came to find someone standing in water. “wowza, babe, never imagined i’d find someone out here,” hads called out, sharp gaze studying her and then the items on the river’s shore. huh. “somethin’ up?” they inquired, moving closer to see if they could figure out what was wrong on their own- even though they just asked.
tilly breathes out in relief as she hears a voice and then steps coming towards her. she tries to move, walk towards the shore and make the rescue or the escape easier, but the sharp sharp pain on her foot stops her. the girl hisses once again and her head turns towards the rustle to find a person making their way towards her. tilly shoots her a nervous but thankful smile. it’s true that someone more careful wouldn’t trust a stranger in the woods, seeing that those very woods were a crime scene not long ago. however, as tilly lets herself feel, her intuition tells her that there’s nothing to worry. this person was sent by the goddess herself, she believes that. and she thanks her in her heart, for she’s always on her side when she needs her.
“oh hello! neither did i- though i hoped,” she tells the person as they approach her and tilly awkwardly turns her body around. it’s hard to keep her balance this way, unable to move her foot to adjust her stance, but tilly manages. hardly. “i- it seems that someone’s litter cut my foot,” she says, “i can’t really put pressure on it right now. so uh, i’d be forever thankful if you’d help me out of the water. please?”
a timer on the oven was going off & dailey was in the middle of pulling a tray of bread out of the oven when the bell over the door rang. from the back of the bakery, dailey called out, “ i’ll be out in just a sec’ ! ” she pulled the bread off of the tray, tossing it onto the cooling rack ( her old sous chef used to joke she had asbestos fingers, the way she was able to touch things that had just come from the over ) and she brushed off her hands on the apron tied around her waist. walking to the front, she leaned on the front counter. “ morning, what can i get you ? ” she glanced back towards the tables before saying, “ we’ve got fresh almond croissants that are to die for, if i do say so myself, but some sourdough that would be great for avocado toast, if that’s what you’re into. ”
tilly doesn't get the chance to eat out a lot. it's tradition to sit and have food with her family over a prayer or two, but she was out early this morning to meet a new crystal supplier and she is out before her breakfast is ready. she's curious, stepping into the bakery and seeing no one in the counter. she smiles though, as she hears the woman calling out from the back. tilly tucks her hair behind her ears, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waits. it smells amazing in the bakery and she feels her mouth watering, barely knowing what to choose now that she's actually there. thankfully, the baker has a few suggestions and she bites her lip, thinking. "oh, almond croissants do sound wonderful. and everything here smells wonderful, i must say." she tells the woman with a smile. "i'll have an almond croissant. and do you happen to have tea?"
It was an average night, as average as they came when you lived in Salem and ignored the radio, tv and whispers of mystery and witchcraft. Karen got on with her life as she always had, oblivious to the dangers of the world around her or the fact that there was danger in Salem that may have been a threat to each and every one of them. Things that went bump in the night were ignored, horrible reality blurred and kept out of her little bubble – a world where everything was good, the one she had used growing up too. She slid her rag across the bar humming quietly to herself, the minutes sliding away until closing. She only lifted her gaze to look at the clock, distracted earlier by her own thoughts about what she would do tomorrow on her day off. She paused to look at the person who was sat on a bar stool, twisting the cap back onto a bottle on her side, “Do you want a refill? We’re closing in 30 minutes.”
tilly isn't the one to drink much. she doesn't think alcohol is all that pleasant and the smell can definitely improve. she much prefers other poison if she gets to pick, but she felt particularly daring today, wanting to try something new. she's been nursing the same drink for the last hour or so, taking small sips of the strong drink. the blonde is grateful for her inability to drink it all faster because she's sure that it wouldn't take her much to blur the sobriety line. the girl looks up at the bartender and then back to her drink. "uh, i really shouldn't. i actually- i've been drinking this for the past hour," she sighs. "why do people like it so much?"
The voicemails weren’t exactly what he wanted to hear. Not the one voice he was looking for and anyone else at this point wasn’t calling for any real reason. Was she ignoring his calls now? “Great,” he muttered to himself, hanging up the phone and tossing it onto the table in front of him in disappointment. There weren’t many patrons in the diner – one of the only places that was open 24 hours in Salem. A place he and other third shifters of the first responders, the SPD, ambo, fire and rescue – they all needed a place to sit and relax every once in a while. Even if it was three in the morning.
He was lost in thought for a moment before his gaze drifted to another patron of the diner. He sat up a little bit straighter when he realized their eyes were on him. Not unusual, especially when he was out on patrol, in full uniform. “Sorry, about that,” he gave quietly, waving towards his phone.
it's not usual that she's out that late at night, at least not to be indoors. the night called to her though and who is she to ignore the pull of the dark? she thinks it perhaps can help her to guide her towards her new moon ritual, seeing the new phase is coming by this weekend. she wanders a little, though she's paying much more attention to the streets after the recent crime. and tilly doesn't know if it's the dark playing tricks on her but she does sees something - or senses something. fear brings her to a shaky state and she sits on the diner, ordering a hot cocoa while gripping her selenite amulet. she's concentrating, bringing herself down when she hears a loud noise. it makes tilly jump and she looks around, covering her chest with a hand.
"oh," she lets out, relieved to see that it was a law enforcer. "it's alright, officer. i guess we're all a bit on edge right now," tilly tells him with a tentative smile. "though if i might- perhaps the reason why your phone call isn't being answered it's because it's three am"
“No, I’m not…” Atom sighs out in frustration, running his hands over his face ad adjusting the cap on his head before he speaks again. “I’m not a ghost buster I’m an investigator. I just want to know if you’ve maybe experienced any, you know… Grumpy spirits, demons, shadow people. Anything that goes bump in the night that I can talk to.” As the owner of the establishment he was speaking to seemed uninterested in the (somewhat useless) service he was offering, Atom turned to the next closest person. “You’d think for a town allegedly full of witches the people here would be more open to the idea of a weird Korean guy making a vlog about town ghoulies.” He half commented at them, and half into the go-pro he was holding by his side.
it's yesterday's news when someone comes into salem looking for paranormal happenings. tilly's mother, in her infinite wisdom, has warned her since she was very little that many people were attracted to salem's energy but not many understood how it works. everyone is often too focused on what they can see, her momma would tell her, and they ignore what they can feel. that used to bother her, however now that age has matured her a little, she finds it more amusing than annoying. she giggles at the man beside her and she leans in, her amulets tinkling and her eyes sparking with amusement. "well then, why don't you ask a witch for help?"
( @hadleyfxster ) tilly loves the river. she loves how it flows and how it curves and how it carries and transforms things within. she does her weekly ritual, bringing crystals she intends for amulets to the river to cleanse and bless them. there is no higher power than the one that comes from mother earth. she bows to her, honors her with prayers and singing as she rolls the crystals one by one between her hands, feeling the impurities being taken with the current. the young witch places the wet crystals on top of a rock, connecting them to the earth and letting them connect with the fire and air of the wind and sun to get dry. once the work is done she smiles, thanks mother earth and the river for letting her do this again.
however, her love for the waters can’t be contained and she feels them calling her. so she dishes her shoes and ties her skirt so it’s brushing her knees and not her ankles. tentatively, tilly feels the cold water and she wiggles her toes as chills pass through her. she keeps walking though, feeling the rocks under her feet, round and slippery and- sharp?
“ow!” she exclaims, “ow, ow, ow” tilly hisses. it stings and she knows for sure that her foot is bleeding. she looks around, chest heaving. she could get out without stepping on her now hurt foot but again, she could also fall on her face. “hello?” she asks, a bit louder, hoping someone can come to her rescue. “anyone there?”
( @dianalemaire ) the huge backpack on the girl’s back bounces as tilly steers her bicycle towards the sidewalk. she mentally thanks the goddess for making it possible for her to rush out of the shop in such a short notice. she’s definitely putting her grandmother’s name in her altar tonight, seeing how graceful she was when tilly informed her of another rescue. her good friend diana let her know that she spotted a stray cat and tilly just doesn’t have it in her to reject saving one angel, especially now that october draws near colder and more cruel as people perceive witchcraft in a totally wrong way. her backpack is full of treats and blankets and her bicycle basket has been modified to serve as some sort of cage. so she’s set, she thinks.
tilly switches the wheels for her feet once she gets near to the place diana is supposed to be waiting for her. once she spots the blonde, she waves gently. “hey!” she says, hushed tone of voice just in case the cat is near. she wouldn’t want to spook him. tilly leaves her bike against a building wall and does the same with her backpack. “nice to see you, sister. where’s our friend?”
Hey, is that MATILDA “TILLY” LAVEAU? I heard they’ve been in Salem for ALL HER LIFE and they’re working as an ARTISAN AT THE GOOD WITCH. Last I spoke to ‘em they were pretty +SWEET, but I hear they can be -STUBBORN too. I wonder if they’ve got anything to do with this.
hey all! my name is lyra and this is my sweet moonchild, tilly! i’m myself involved in modern witchcraft so i’m super excited to play her!! AS FOR CONNECTIONS: friends (pls!), enemies or just people who don’t buy her positive attitude and her little rituals, bullies (hs bullies needed too), customers, romantic interests, someone who thinks real magic witches were involved in the murder and bc of that don’t like tilly, people who adopted her rescues, people who called her to rescue an animal, people who found her singing in the woods, anything!!! i’m open to all kid of plots, let’s have Fun.
THE MUSE
name: matilda “tilly” laveau
age: 22 years old
birthdate: january 23, 1997
hometown: salem
moon: full moon daughter
sun sign: aquarius
rising sign: taurus
moon sign: leo
gender: cis female
sexuality: pansexual
relationship status: single
occupation: artisan at the good witch, animal rescuer & enviromentalist
FAMILY
theodora laveau. mother.
abigail laveau. grandmother.
morgan laveau. aunt.
calisto laveau. aunt.
eric borksheim. father.
✧ DISLIKES
rudeness, skyscrapers, planes, anyone who litters, anyone who abandons animals, alcohol, patriarchy
THE GOOD WITCH since 1815
the good witch is the solution to all your protection needs! a family business, passed down the women in the laveau family - or conven, if you feel like using those terms! all the potions, cosmetics and jewelry are made in house by the laveaus! do you need a tarot reading, a nice spell or ritual for the full moon? some crystals and incense to purify and protect your home? or just some nice different decoration from salem? you’re talking to the right witches!
TRIVIA
☾ yes, she is named matilda after the movie. her mother was in love with it and decided to raise a witch named matilda.
☾ she is more known now by the name tilly
☾ tilly is an artist. she believes that it's how the universe blessed her to do her mission. she loves to paint and she actually does special energized paintings
☾ her main contribution for the good witch though are the jewelry she makes. she makes earrings, necklaces, rings and bracelets with crystals to protect her clients.
☾ she rescues A Lot of animals. like a lot. people just call her now every time they see a stray
☾ whenever she can't find a forever family for the animals, she keeps them. that's why she currently has four cats and three dogs at the house she shares with her mother
☾ it's not hard to find her barefoot by the river or in the woods
☾ tilly won't be invasive about the enviroment but you can bet she'll go after you if you litter
☾ she's very serious about modern witchcraft and energy manipulation so don't @ her with foolery
☾ tilly believes that what happened with the girl isn't anything done by witchcraft and she's not only mournful, but also angry that people are making witches look bad
BIO
her mother always tells matilda that she was born to be one of the greatest witches in her family. she tells her that she was born with great power for healing and so much sensitivity for the universe's energy. and being born into a family who had generations after generations of witches in salem, tilly always did her best to live up to the laveau legacy.
she was taught since little to accept hardships, to know that they're part of their much needed evolution and to trust the universe wouldn't throw at her anything that she isn't able to handle. that doesn't mean it made her life and her journey any easier. if anything, whenever tilly found herself to be hopeless, knowing that she was supposed to endure it for the greater good just made her feel worse.
matilda was the weird kid in school growing up. first, she had no father. well, not one that was really present in her life. see, matilda is erik borksheim's secret child, the one that he kept hidden from his real family, seeing as she's the offspring of his affair. although it's all in the open now, it was very painful to discover that her father never wanted her, never loved her and would trade anything to have her ripped from this earth as she never existed. it was very painful to have her mother and herself shamed by her father's wife in front of her middle school building. but tilly carried on, supported by her mother, grandmother and her aunts.
it was also something that made her stand out. her family included only women and soon the word coven was being thrown around. she didn't care for that, but tilly did feel the heavy hand of bullying every year that she spent at school. nobody understood her weird books or her weird rocks. nobody would join her on her projects to save mother earth or save the animals. tilly learned not to care too much about it, though the anxiety from these years still plagues her from time to time.
artistry and witchcraft became her passion. she threw herself at it as an outlet for her feelings and a tool to transmuting the heavy energy that she carried. she knew she is destined to own the good witch shop after her mother, so she worked hard to find her spot there from a very young age. due to this, she never sought a college degree. she managed to graduate high school with high grades, but she had no higher ambition than to help everyone she could with a little magic.