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It's    a    relief    to    be    in    lana’s    kitchen,    to    smell    the    familiar    spice    and    magic    in    the    air    that    she’s    grown    up    associating    with    the    elder    girl    made    her    heart    feel    at    ease. Her    fingertips    are    dirty    and    soot    covers    her    nails,    the    former    manicure    is    shot    to    pieces    from    the    digging    she’d    been    doing    earlier. She    wouldn’t    start    with    that    –    no    she’d    start    with    a    sheepish    smile. “    oh    you    know    –    “    her    dark    eyes    brighten    at    the    sight    of    milo    and    asmodeus,    easing    down    to    squat    before    the    two    she    beams    at    them. “    hello    lovelies. “    a    soft    caress    is    given    to    each    before    zoe    rolls    the    idea    of    confessing    to    lana    around    in    her    head,    nose    scrunching    as    she    rises    and    shrugs    off    her    bag. “    actually    i    was    out    at    the    cemetery    on    the    south    side    of    town,    y'know    the    one    that    is    drying    up?    “

Easing    into    one    of    the    chairs    at    solana’s    table,    a    shrug    is    given. “    anyway,    someone    posted    about    some    stupid    kids    running    through    there    and    one    ended    up    dropping    dead    after    crossing    a    particular    grave. “    the    answer    is    given    so    nonchalantly    she    almost    believes    it    herself    that    it    isn't    a    big    deal,    but    she    knows    that's    not    the    case. Messing    with    the    dead    ain't    a    hobby    zoe’s    interested    in    picking    up,    but    that    didn’t    stop    the    whispers    she    could    hear    after    she    read    the    article    and    saw    the    photo    of    the    grave    online. She    didn’t    want    to    hear    them    or    see    them,    but    they    saw    her    and    made    it    known. “    i    know,    i    know    i    should’ve    told    someone    where    i    was    –    but    hector    is    at    work    and    i’m    here    now    so    i'm    more    than    safe. “

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐁𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑.  she  lived  knowing  for  the  longest  while  that  her  birth  had  depleted  both  her  parents  of  the  ability  to  have  more.  a  gift  as  much  as  a  curse,  even  if  they  never  made  her  feel  like  the  latter,  she  carries  guilt.  the  triplets  were  closer  than  kin,  something  soul-bound  like  the  decades  between  their  family  lines  and  zoe?  more  younger  sibling  than  cousin...someone  to  teach  every  little  trick  in  the  book  to  (  as  evidenced  by  her  sudden  appearance  ).  solana  glances  up  at  the  ancient  pendulum  clock  ticking  in  the  corner  of  her  kitchen.  the  kettle  whistles  and  a  pair  of  familiars  stride  towards  zoe  standing  at  the  back  door.

“  well  don't  just  stand  in  the  chill,  bichito.  ”  just  like  that,  she's  aged  herself  about  twelve  centuries  worth  of  concern.  the  spoons  clink  and  stir  up  herbs  of  their  own  accord  and  a  touch  of  magic  in  each  mug  as  solana  fills  them  up.  “  you  want  to  tell  me  why  you're  wandering  around  the  quarter  at  the  witching  hour,  alone?  ”  zoe  was  capable,  she  knows  but  ain't  nowhere  in  the  world  safe  for  a  lone  lady  at  night.

i crawled out a window. @eyesofcrow / zoe ⛧ BONES AND ALL [ 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ]

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Like this is you wanna plot n stuff

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There    is    a    hush    of    contentment    about    his    being    in    these    moments. When    he    cannot    find    where    he    begins    or    solana    ends,    and    in    that    tangle    of    limbs    and    sensation    he’s    devoted    like    a    priest    on    his    knees. She’s    otherworldly    and    always    has    been,    he’s    known    this    his    whole    life    –    but    to    touch    her    is    to    feel    god    in    the    room. The    existence    of    such    a    thing    is    shaky,    but    deep    between    them    when    their    skin    to    skin    and    his    tongue    can    trace    the    pulse    in    her    throat    he’s    never    been    more    sure. Even    to    rest    beside    her    is    something    he    couldn’t    describe    nor    would    he,    he    didn’t    believe    anyone    else    deserved    to    know    what    peace    radiated    off    her    in    calm    and    still    moments. These    words    are    not    easily    said,    but    he    can    show    her    and    he    does    in    every    spare    moment    he    can. The    evening    held    such    a    delicious    heat,    one    that    had    stoked    and    burned    away    any    remaining    tether    of    stress    he’d    held. Lost    between    her    legs    and    in    her    arms    they    had    forgotten    the    world    around    them.

He    can    hear    her    voice    pull    at    him,    from    the    soft    comfort    of    sleep. Like    a    beacon    he    follows    easily    a    soft    hum    radiating    from    his    chest    as    he    hears    his    name    fall    from    her    full    lips. Damn    him    entirely    because    hearing    her    speak    his    name    alone    could    save    his    condemned    soul    and    all    but    drown    him    in    honey. His    skin    sparks    where    she    kisses    him,    each    nerve    snapping    right    after    the    other    burrowing    its    way    to    curl    around    his    heart. Oh    how    he    loved    her. He    can    feel    the    corners    of    his    lips    draw    up    without    instruction,    eyes    peeling    open    to    peer    at    the    breathtaking    vision    curled    into    his    side. “    god    damn..”    his    voice    is    rough    at    its    edges,    sleep    ruffling    the    melodic    sound    and    making    it    deeper. “    everytime    i    look    at    you    –    you’re    just    sexier    and    sexier,    you    know  �� that?”    a    hand    comes    to    stroke    back    a    lock    of    her    dark    hair,    the    feel    of    her    hips    rolling    against    his    own    enough    to    make    every    nerve    in    his    body    snap    to    life. “    you    keep    that    up    and    you’ll    get    what    you’re    manifesting    alright. “

𝐀  𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍  𝐂𝐘𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒  𝐀  𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖.  half  awake,  half  asleep  and  tangled  up  in  the  reverie  of  bliss.  solana  stirs  with  deliciously  aching  bones  and  twists  in  his  arms  with  a  cautioned  shift.  subtle  grace  and  wild  spirit  testing  her  ability  to  remain  near  silent  while  he  sleeps.  it's  easy  for  a  spell  at  least.  admiring  his  beauty  under  the  ethereal  glow  of  the  witching  hour,  a  faint  echo  of  lively  partygoers  still  bustled  up  in  the  french  quarter.  the  city  never  slumbers,  its  soul  fills  every  cobblestone  crackle  and  scaling  lamplight but  inside  her  humble  creole  cottage,  the  din  goes  unnoticed.

she  reaches  over  to  trace  his  jaw  first,  feather-light  and  tentative  in  how  one  worships  a  work  of  art.  lyric  is  beautiful  in  exactly  how  his  name  might  suggest;  melodic,  soul-stirring  in  a  way  that  makes  you  want  to  listen  on  repeat.  solana  would  run  through  every  heartache,  every  trial  of  grief  over  again  just  to  lay  next  to  him.  “ baby...  ”  her  voice  calls  with  the  rasp  of  sleep  clinging  to  soft  edges.  fingertips  trailing  down  the  column  of  his  throat  and  collarbone  as  her  curves  slink  and  slither  on  top  of  him.  “  lyric,  honey.  ”  singing  a  tune  of  adoration,  her  lips  find  the  steady  beat  of  his  heart.  a  KISS  on  his  chest.  “ it's  a  new  moon.  ”  hushed  tone  doesn't  begin  to  cover  up  the  intentional  writhe  of  hips  or  tribute  tracking  up  from  his  chest  with  another  kiss.  “ don't  wanna  miss  them  manifestations,  baby.  ”

🎲 13. a kiss on the chest @eyesofcrow [ lyric ] ⛧ KISS ROULETTE [ 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ]

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Liz & Max + the forehead touch

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Author note:

The crows keep a secret. In their graveyard out behind the house, deep in the ground is a hidden crypt. Only the crow coven knows of it, and deep within its bowels is a room. Dimly lit with candles and looked after often, inside is their sole remaining ancestor Laurence Crow. How is he alive? He is the very witch bound to Cyrus ( @undedfuck ) keeping him alive. He’s in a medical coma, and not really present anymore just magic keeping his haggard corpse alive.

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Krabat: The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (1978) dir. Karel Zeman

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PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

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THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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a necromancer is just a really late healer

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Mason Gooding The Scream VI Experience (Feb. 25th, 2023)

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Author note:

The triplets in highschool did their own version of stop in the name of love by the supremes. They didn’t win, but they had a blast. Their mother still has the video tape and often watches it. It should be kept in mind that their mother often encouraged these three to do lil performances when they were kids, and yes they sand several oldies and will often can be caught during holidays redoing their routines and the songs.