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HELP  ME  FAITH;   shield  me  from  sorrow.

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𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔢𝔱 𝔢𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫 in a pretty cabinet,’ let them eat cake ‘ she said, just like MARIE ANTIONETTE. a built-in remedy for for kruschev and kennedy, at any time an invitation you can’t decline.  caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette,  extraordinarily nice … 

                             SHE’S A KILLER QUEEN.  💋

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“dorcas, if you don’t leave me alone…” sabrina started, her annoyance loud and clear in her voice. she was trying to study and didn’t want to deal with anyone’s bullshit, but here was the queen of bullshit coming to annoy her. “i’ll do to you what i did to your sister - but i won’t bring you back.”

               –––––– ❝ ‘if you don’t leave me alone’ ❞ dorcas teases, adding a very amused cackle as she’s at it.  ❝ then what, sabrina? ❞ the redhead flips the blonde’s book to a close, giving a wide smirk. she’s really just very, VERY bored and got no one to play with. not even agatha’s around. but when sabrina makes the snarky remark of doing the same to her as she did to her sister, dorcas’ smirk is quick to disappear.  ❝ –– someone must’ve put crickets in your food, i see. lighten up sabrina, you won’t pass the test anyway. not as long as you keep hanging around with those pathetic mortals.   ❞

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                –––––– ❝ college for mortals obviously SUCKS. ❞ she mocks the layout as she’s walking right beside the witch through the corridors of the building. ❝ i can’t believe they’re not even worshipping their unholy god. where’s the foyer statue!? ❞ dorcas shakes her head at the ridiculousness of mortals. ❝ so, where’s sabrina? what’s wrong with her this time? ❞ the redheaded witch rolls her eyes, saying the half witch’s name unsettles her big time. ❝ ––– that’s what i’m here for... right? ms. wardwell? ❞

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@araneaedeath dropped a heart for a starter !!

                 –––––– ❝ hilda? ❞ she’s clearly not comfortable calling the witch MOM. simply because she isn’t. not her biological one. they’re not tied by blood. and THE FACT that she’s family of sabrina unsettles her - but somewhere inside her. deep down, she longs for a caretaker. a mother figure she’s never had in her life. ❝ how many times have you been resurrected by cain’s garden? ❞ she’s got loads of question about the soil – has had them ever since her sister got buried in it. but she pretends not to care, crosses her arms in front of her chest as she leans against the doorway of the kitchen, rolling her eyes.

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@mdmstn​ dropped a heart for a starter !!

     –––––– ❝ is there something the matter.... ms. wardwell? ❞ being away from her sisters makes her feel a lot more vulnerable  – and it’s showing in her voice. tiffany blue eyes meet a different yet appealing shade of blue. hers way less secure. ❝ aren’t you supposed to look over sabrina? if it’s her you’re looking for - you won’t find her here in the woods. i bet she’s off with that mortal boy again. ❞

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rp generator meme // mary jane gets a contract to assassinate dorcas.

      –––––– ❝ you think it’s truly that easy to put an end to…  –– me?❞ dorcas tilts her head, revealing the piece of paper that’s got mary jane’s signature on it - it appears out of nothing, just like that into her hands. it’s wordless magic, the simplest kind in this case.❝ you thought i wouldn’t find out? YOU  –– playing this game with me, seduce me into liking you? no, no.❞ a vile chuckle leaves her lips.❝ i’m not what you think i am. i’m no GOOD GIRL. i’m something you wish you’d never met. ❞ a witch, that plays with mortal beings. that gets off at planning her next kill. especially the ones that hunt her and her kind.❝ such a pity. ❞ she pouts - it’s clearly fake.❝ i really came to like you. thought you were special. mortal, YES. but a little different than the basic ones. ❞ she glances around the place, amusement settled on her features. ❝ i like how unoriginal you are. asking me out on a date, make me come over to an abandoned diner and here we are–––– not friends. not equals. hunter and prey. ❞ and she snaps her fingers when her voice is strongly bouncing off the walls. everything falls as dark as night, even the windows fall pure black. she CACKLES, the redhead’s laugh fills the entire room, it’s loud and clear. she’s inside the other’s head - making her lose her mind. it’s not real. the darkness. the fire that’s licking at mary jane’s skin, the voices inside her head. and dorcas enjoys every single second of it as she’s gently got her cheeks cupped. ❝ every signed contract takes its toll. turn the tide around and let the DARKNESS consume this soul. make her feel all the pain of the tortured and the tears ––– take everything that’s ever haunted her heart and mind and turn them into everlasting FEARS. ❞ every bit of horror mary jane’s experienced - dorcas makes her re-experience it. for days - weeks, even years on end. 

❝ mary jane? mary, are you alright?❞ dorcas expresses concern when she enters the bedroom, the music faint coming from downstairs. ❝ how’s your headache? you fainted downstairs, we were all very concerned.❞ she comes to sit on the stranger’s bed, they’re in a stranger’s house after all. of some mortal boy’s rich parents, a party they crashed. a perfect disguise to replace the blonde’s memories with. ❝ are you feeling any better? you must’ve had a TERRIBLE migraine attack, i have to admit, the alcohol isn’t the best quality. it’s just some gas station beer the brat of a boy bought after all. ❞ she reaches up to brush some strands away from her friend’s sticky forehead. ❝ owhhh, i feel so sorry.❞ dorcas pouts, ❝ let me get you a fresh cloth.❞ the redhead says as she gets up from the bed, opening the door to the bathroom, taking one last look at the blonde as her pout turns into a big grimace. she’s decided she likes her plaything a little bit too much to throw away, after all. 

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          –––––– the poor girl's lost her mind.

                    –––––– she's gibbering like a loon.

                              –––––– it's a pretty sound, isn't it? like WAVES on a beach.

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STARTER CALL // LOVE ME !!

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          ‘  starin’ ? ‘  mary-jane’s brows quirk upwards, her lips pursing as she does just that and stares at the other female.  ‘ i ‘aint starin’ … i’m simply … observin’. ‘ it’s bullshit and she knows it.  she clicks her tongue and sits back on the barstool, one ripped fishnet tight-clad leg crossing over the other. ‘ you look like a good girl. ‘ or a good girl trying to be a bad girl. a rebel … just like mary-jane was once upon a time.  ‘ and this bar ‘aint ideal for good girls. you’ll be gettin’ the wrong typa’ attention sugar … and a ‘gal like you ‘aint got time to be shakin’ off the attention of bikers and thugs. you look too precious for that. ‘ oh, if only she knew.  ‘ you ‘aint from around here are ‘ya? i’d recognise if you if were. y’know, pretty face ‘an all. ‘ 

       –––––– ❝ how cute. ❞ the accent, that is. but she doesn’t specify. instead, a wide grinned giggle bubbles from her throat. ❝ a good girl, you say? ❞ she’s amused by the observation the stranger’s made. ❝ a good girl would have a mommy and a daddy watching over her, make sure she does nothing wrong. ❞ dorcas doesn’t. she never had a mother or a father figure. only two girls she grew up with, both orphans too. ❝ would i now? do you think they’d LIKE me? said bikers and thugs?  ––– are you one of them? ❞ the redhead’s got a feeling she isn’t quite like them, but not entirely innocent either. ❝ you’re very eager to get to know about me, are you not? ❞ she’s playing around. when her sisters aren’t around - she has to entertain herself and this is one of her ways. ❝ i can’t blame you, most people find me very appealing and i like the attention. –– especially the wrong type. ❞

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@velvetipped​ dropped a heart for a starter !!

        –––––– ❝ i can feel you STARING, you know. ❞ her voice comes in unexpected, like a feather brushing against one’s skin - but as sharp as a knife carving right into it. ❝ there’s no need to deny, excuses will only make it WORSE. ❞ she’s quick to follow, dark painted nails tap rhythmically on a beer filter, they’re less sticky than the bar itself. the redhead then tilts her head towards said woman she was talking to - half a grin coming to settle on equally dark painted lips. ❝ oh loosen up, it’s FINE. i like the attention, you’re not a mortal boy for a change. we can have some fun. ❞

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STARTER CALL // LOVE ME !!

pretty please give this a like for a starter from my bb dorcas, mutuals only though and thank you in advance !!

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          –––––– the poor girl's lost her mind.

                    –––––– she's gibbering like a loon.

                              –––––– it's a pretty sound, isn't it? like WAVES on a beach.