HIT AND RUN [;autoplay]

[Indie fandomless OC, None of the icons are my own. The muse's thoughts are not mun's]

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DEATH doesn’t d i s c r i m i n a t e              between the SINNERS                         & the SAINTS it T A K E S & it T A K E S & it T A K E S                             & we keep l i v i n g anyway

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the raven boys sentence meme

"Crushed and broken. Just the way women like 'em.”

“This is precisely why I didn’t want to have a baby with you.”

“You’re the table everyone wants at Starbucks.”

“I thought you were dead in a ditch.”

“Fate is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”

“How do you feel about helicopters?”

“I think they’re here because I thought they ought to be here.”

“You probably don’t need to sit. Well, possibly. At least lean on something.”

“Are you really going to work in that?”

“Rags to riches isn’t a story anyone wants to hear until after it’s done.”

“You’re just jealous ‘cause you didn’t find one too.”

“I’m always straight.”

“You can’t go around naming people other things because you don’t like their real name.”

“I’ve been dead for seven years, that’s as warm as they get.”

“You’re creepy as hell back there.”

“He asked for a specific.”

“He’s the kind of pit that makes the evening news.”

“I don’t want you to buy me food!”

“Don’t psychoanalyse me.”

“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you.”

“Drugs might be better.”

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[starryeyedspell]

witch aesthetics » proklyatie

this world is gonna burn, burn burn burn as long as we’re going down… baby you should stick around .

x x x x x x x x x x requests are: open

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Slavic mythology → marzanna

Marzanna (sometimes Morana or Morena) is a Baltic and Slavic goddess associated with seasonal rites based on the idea of death and rebirth of nature. She is often described as a demon and is associated with death, winter and nightmares. In Slavic rites the death of Marzanna towards the end of winter is juxtaposed against the birth of Jarilo – a Slavic god representing the coming of spring. (x)

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Lady Midday or Poludnica by Racuch

There was this kind of a demon in Slavic mythology called ‘poludnica’ in Polish. It can be translated as Lady Midday but I prefer the original name. Poludnica was the soul of a woman who died before, during or just after her wedding. She could have been spotted at the noon on hot summer days. Depending on local beliefs she was telling riddles, killing or maiming her victims, strangling sleeping peasants or kidnapping children playing near the field border.

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The Devil's Rejects // Sentence Meme

“If you’re gonna start the killing, you best start it right here.” “Make sure I’m all the way dead, because I’ll come back and make you my bitch!” “Chinese, Japanese, dirty knees - look at these!” “What you lookin’ at?” “I set my standards pretty low, so I’m never disappointed.” “This is insane!” “Is this shit on?” “Please…stop…” “Stop? Bitch I just started!” “I bet all the girls wanna fuck you.” “Do you kiss your mama with that mouth?” “That ain’t the only thing I do with this mouth.” “You ain’t goin’ nowhere.” “Do I stutter, bitch?” “There is no fuckin’ ice cream in your fuckin’ future.” “I know what I know, and I know I don’t like nutsack!” “That’s a funny-ass name.” “Well mother pin a rose on me! That is so great!” “Don’t we make ya laugh? Aren’t we fuckin’ funny?!” “I calls ‘em like I sees 'em.” “I am the Devil and I am here to do the Devil’s work.” “Did you hear what he called me?!” “I ain’t no chicken fucker.” “Give me sugar, bitch. Make it sweet.” “I keep thinkin’ about old times.” “If you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aron Presley in my presence again, I will kick the living shit out of you!” “I feel contrite about blowin’ his brains out.” “Let’s do what God made us to do!” “You had to come all fuckin’ big stick, walkin’ tall, like a big fuckin’ hero.” “Look at you now, hero, you’re gonna fuckin’ bleed to death!” “You gonna take me back to your room and play with me?” “Everyone loves me. Don’t you pretend you don’t fancy me.” “You could piss yourself for all I care.” “If you want special favors, you gotta give me something in return.” “Oh, man! I could here that bone shatter all the way from back here!” “I want you to see what happens to heroes.” “What you call me?” “What’s going on, shitheads?” “Shit always floats our way, don’t it?” “You inbred! Inbred!”

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❝I am not doing that.❞

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❝One, two, three, four....                                            the DEVIL’S knocking on your door.❞

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N O T I C E

I finally decided to try and get this blog going once again. I will be dropping all threads that I currently have.

If anyone wants a starter feel free to like this.

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Meg nodded, rushing to grab everything she would need to clean up. Her eyes never leaving the floor and never meeting the other woman as she knelt and started to scrub. She hadn’t put gloves on, she thought she knew what had on the potion so she thought it was not necessary. some of the ingredients, when mixed up, would cause hallucinations and nausea when in contact with skin. But Meg was a young witch, she didn’t knew that. 

“It’s done, mistress…” She went to tell the other woman her job was done, her eyes still on the floor, she was soaked in the potion form head to toe. “Can I have a shower?”

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The witch made her way over to the old couch where she sat down, waiting for the other to finish. She should have probably told her about the possible hallucinations, but it was already late now. The woman would have to wait until the next winter to try the spell again, and her Gods won’t be happy about that.

How long had this young witch been staying with her she had no idea. The only thing she knew was that she caused more bad than good, but she couldn’t just throw her out, could she?

❝Yes you may,❞

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Meg shrunk even more, nodding. “I am, mistress…” She said. She looked to her feet so the other woman wouldn’t see the tears welling up on her eyes.

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For a moment she felt guilty, but then realised that the other did deserve it. ❝How about you clean all of this up? Can you do that? Or do I have to walk you through it as well?❞ What was this girl thinking?

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Meg winced, not liking to see the other woman mad. “I’m sorry, mistress…” She said as she bit her lip and sighed

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To say that she was frustrated would be an understatement. She has worked so hard, only to have everything fall apart before her eyes. The witch sent a glare towards the other woman.

❝You’re useless.❞ She didn’t really mean it of course, but anger seemed to do a lot of things to her.

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The woman felt like she was about to scream her lungs out. All these months of preparation….all for nothing. In her anger and frustration she swiped across the counter send some vials crashing to the ground.

❝This spell took months to prepare and you just come and ruin it!❞

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@v-edma ┆ ☆ ┆ continued

Castiel continued to hold the plate out to the witch, but seemed discouraged by her w o r d s.

                                             ❝ Solidarity- like a peace treaty                                                 between two i n d i v i d u a l s. ❞

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The gesture brought a rare smile to her face as she blinked at him. To her it was a sort of ridiculous situation. A peace treaty? Silently she takes the plate from him, examining the food on it.

❝I don’t want to ruin the moment but is it safe to eat? You didn't put anything in it?❞ Of course that was the first thing she asked.

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