not every witch lives in salem.

they will be consigned to a fiery lake of burning sulfur. this is the second death.

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✟    𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎-𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌.    ✟ 

    †    𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰    †

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✟    𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎-𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌.    ✟ 

    †    𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔰    †

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I think I’m gonna archive this blog and make a new one so I can start fresh/feel more organized. Not right now but soon!! Same character, threads can carry over, etc.

[sillyprompts]

General PSA: I’m totally fine with starting over! If we tried to write together once before and the thread fell flat or got dropped, I’m game to try again. Not all first interactions are going to be golden, and sometimes it takes a few tries for us to understand how our characters might merge together in writing. I’m still interested in roleplaying with you, so feel free to send asks / like my starter calls / hit me up in the DMs!

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ofbookshelves·:

“you don’t see me nitpicking your habits so don’t say anything about mine.”

            “alright, fair,” the man replied, “but you should know, too much caffeine can interact with your sleep.”

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perceptionx·:

“Technically this is my fourth. I had one before you got here. And no, it’s not too much if it keeps me awake and from hurting annoying people who try to point out the fact that I drink too much coffee…” 

            he was going to say something witty and cocky, but he paused, “alright, fair point.”

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witchyrps·:

          “no… in fact, i could really go for a six shot espresso right now.”

           “six? good god...do you ever sleep?”

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          “don’t you think three coffees is a bit...much?”

[blackcatrph]

send  an emoji  for  a  starter  based  on  the  trope.

tw:  dark  themes  present  ( blood,  death  etc )

“  my  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  person  receiving  the  meme.  “  your  muse  ”  is  the  muse  of  the  person  sending  the  meme.

🛏️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  share  one  bed.

💍  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  enemies  forced  to  marry.

⚔️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fighting  and  my  muse  admits  their  feelings  for  yours.  (  add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings )

😴  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  comforting  your  muse  after  a  nightmare.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine )

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. )

🥂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  drunkenly  confesses  their  true  feelings  about  your  muse  to  them.

💭  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  chooses  to  give  up  their  memories  of  your  muse  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  give  up  their  memories  to  save  mine )

🥊  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  pins  yours  whilst  sparring.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  pin  mine )

🛡️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  protects  yours  from  a  fight.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  protect  mine. )

🩸  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  injured  and  yours  demands  to  know  who  hurt  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  injured )

💋  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  kiss  to  maintain  their  cover.

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  fake  dating.

🤐  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  have  to  pretend  they’re  not  dating.

🤯  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  recognises  yours  from  a  past  life,  but  your  muse  does  not  remember  them.

☠️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  admits  their  true  feelings  for  your  muse  after  believing  they’re  about  to  die,  but  they  survive.  (  add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  admit  their  feelings  to  mine )

🔪  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  kills  to  protect  your  muse.  ( add + reverse  for  your  muse  to  kill  to  protect  mine )

💔  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  breaks  your  muse’s  heart  to  save  them.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  break  my  muse’s  heart )

🌪️  -  a  starter  where  our  muses  are  trapped  together  during  a  storm.

💰  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  has  to  seduce  yours  for  information.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  try  to  seduce  mine )

✋   -  a  starter  where  my  muse  traces  your  muse’s  scars.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  trace  my  muse’s  scars )

🫂  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  runs  to  embrace  yours  after  winning  a  battle.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  embrace  mine )

👗  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  helps  yours  get  ready  for  a  fancy  event  [ eg.  fixing  their  tie,  zipping  their  dress ]  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  get  ready )

[funeral]

[glamorxus]

                ᴬᵐ ᴵ ᵍˡᵃᵐᵒʳᵒᵘˢ?

𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒,

                        𝕒𝕞 𝕚 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤?

ᴄᴀᴍɪᴇ ᴜᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪᴍɪ

new to the fandom, but old to the rp community. 8+ years of experience. 

indie. private. semi-selective. camie utsushimi from bhna. 

blog still under construction, but messages are open to plotting and making friends❁

[heavenlybxdies]

𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ǝɹǝɥʍou

bhna oc // independent // semi-selective

hey! this is blog is heavily under construction. still workin on it. more info to come! 

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at the morgue ;; open to all

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                                     unfortunately for the witch, this type of situation had never happened, otherwise, she’d have some sort of plan on how the fuck to deal with this. maybe if she had lived in a big and glamorous city, this would have happened. people get murdered all the time in cities, but not in small, sleepy towns. people here died of natural causes like heart failure and old age, so when sabrina was preparing the body, she would catch glimpses of their last moments. a brief flash of panic that swelled up in the chest. a short, interrupted gasp cut by the heart giving up.

            this time, as her and her coworker unzipped the body with latex-gloved hands, her heart caught in her throat at what was beneath the plastic. one eye was missing, leaving a vacant socket. the other bulged like a balloon, pushing the eyelid back and stretching the skin. a small hole was present on the throat, as if a drill had been pushed in. several bruises spotted the lifeless skin, some black, some lavender and blue. her and sammy, her coworker, made brief eye contact after a moment. in his eyes she saw the crispness of alarm. this was not something that happened here.

      but the real panic didn’t set in until she began working on them, and the flashes came. one by one she saw what had happened. a masked attacker. a power drill, it’s angry roars vibrating the skull. the warmth of blood dripping down the cheek like hot tears. inked on the attacker’s fingers was a date: 06/07, in faded ink. 

   they had tried their best to make the deceased somewhat presentable. they’d cleaned the blood smears, smoothed the hair, and covered from the chin down with a thin sheet. the family, or someone in their family, would be here soon, and sabrina wasn’t sure what to do. nobody would believe her if she said she saw visions from the dead, but she couldn’t let the weight of this knowledge sit on her chest forever.

      “in here, please,” the voice came from outside as the morgue doors were opened, allowing the relative’s family inside.

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I want to wriiiiite >.<

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perfectingdeathsdesign·:

 What could he say? Whatever Jacob wanted to promise he knew there was a very real possibility that he’d never be able to keep it. For Sabrina and he had now become outcasts to the world they lived in, thrown over into the abyss. Heaven and Hell would want their dues, there would be no rest for them. An outlaw couple on the run, just like some old sob story told in a child’s book.

 They were to be parents, they now had a child on the way. With every inch of flesh and bone he’d protect them. Every last ounce of his strength would be poured out like water for the safety of Sabrina and their unborn baby. The nephilim allowed the little witch to cry her eyes out, doing his best to support his lover by pulling her even closer.

 “Whatever we have to.” Such words were spoken with an air of serious desperation, as if the world was ending. Which it very well might have been occurring with their little situation. Gingerly pale lips were placed against the top of Sabrina’s head, firm hands holding her steady. “We will probably have to move around, ward everything we have, and get married before the church excommunicates me.” That last one was a poor attempt at a joke.

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                                        ever since she was old enough to understand that she was capable of carrying life to term, she vowed to do everything in her power to prevent such an act. there was no way she’d bring something so innocent and vulnerable into a world like this; a world bent on destroying anything beautiful and vulnerable. it wasn’t that she didn’t want a family, no, she had a small seed of a dream regarding family. but she couldn’t watch a child loll about the world, unknowingly prancing above it’s own grave.

                 sabrina and jacob’s child was a different story. this little life was not half-witch half-human, like sabrina had always thought would be the case. this child was something other-worldly. the world hasn’t seen anything like this before. what powers would they posses? maybe they’d come out normal, all the genetics and chromosomes between sabrina and jacob canceling out, the eternal war continuing within their dna.

                 when jacob said they’d have to get married, sabrina giggled into the cloth of his shirt. in that moment, despite whatever loomed below and above them, she knew they’d be okay. their child would be protected. the powerful nephilim and the daughter of the devil were a pair to be reckoned with. for their child, she’d step into the dark version of herself she’d always ignored. nothing would touch their family, no matter how big it was.

            “are you proposing to me?” she teased, shifting in his embrace to look up at him with a smile. 

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I’ll be on to do my replies after some cleaning and prepping for the week🖤

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Hello! Feeling weirdly tired and uninspired the past few days??