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new theme just dropped ayee

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^ reblogging from the main blog :3

my discord: tinybluewitch

feel free to add if we're mutuals or have written together in the past

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(inspo) / casimir & paige / @lvsthumanvid

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“ You have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.” ( flynn family )

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Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

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@phoxnix  (tumblr still kill quality so click for nicer lol)

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this is just a test fighting for my life tbh

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forcefully reblogging my headcanons

i could probably talk about my interpretation of my character’s magic FOR DAYS!!! 

I’ve talked about Caleb’s spells before. He needs order, a routine. like - his magic is very….I don’t want to say stable. Because that’s not it. But, the man studied his element. He became a master in that One Thing.  Like, if we were to see him in a fight, he’d be muttering incantations, he’s got his spells memorized, and there would just be a sense of control to all of it. It’s because of this control that Caleb is always the last to go down (or retreat) in a fight. He handles his resources, he knows his limits, he understands them and makes adjustments as needed. He is more than willing to cut his losses and run away if that’s what the fight comes down to. Versus my girl Paige and my warrior prince Zach.  Paige learned from her grandmother, but did a lot of work on her own - she studied topics that were considered “taboo” by other witches (such as necromancy, blood magic, etc), and if someone saw the world as black/white (like her grandmother often did), then Paige was determined to find the gray between it.  In a fight, Paige is pragmatic - sure - but she’s also going to use every-single-goddamn-thing at her disposal. There’s a level of wildness and darkness to her. She has fought so hard that blood vessels have ruptured, her nose has bled, and her body has gone through convulsions as she tries to align the energy she’s working with. In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.  Because it my world-building, magic needs some kind of exchange. And Paige is not afraid to literally use her own blood as a means to an end if the result is the survival of herself or the protection of others.  Meanwhile there’s Zach - who is the most mythical creature in my magical muse line-up. I haven’t talked a lot about his species’ magic because Zach isn’t very adapt in it. He was trained at a very young age to fight & that’s pretty much it. Magic - the teaching of it - was only given to the Healers/Scholars of his kind. But, the methodology is the same. Magic demands sacrifice. Lucky for him, being non-human, his body is made of magical energy. The very, very limited & instinctual knowledge that he has of magic often comes at a great cost to him. It’s very draining regardless of what he’s doing.  So, to kind of wrap this all together. If Zach, Caleb, and Paige were in a room together fighting a common enemy. They’d honestly be a goddamn powerhouse because Zach’s wings are surrounded by a magical fire (Caleb’s element of which he has proficiency over). And Zach, by nature of his being, is a conduit of magical energy, which means Paige could easily tap into it without siphoning him of his strength.  I mean I know that even if they did fight together they’d probably struggle to communicate LMAO because Paige and Zach would be like “fuck this we ain’t leaving until everyone is DEAD” versus Caleb who would be like “GUYS. WE ARE LOSING. WE NEED TO LIVE AND LET LIVE.”

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tumblr being so glitchy ugh

not letting me share my posts of headcanons

LAME

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hi my beauties

so i think i am going to focus on rp through discord going forward

if you wanted to rp - then pls send me a message

you can see my muses (sorry if formatting is weird. i am too lazy to fix everything)

main muses

secondary muses (there might be some duplicates as secondary got moved to primary lol)

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*reblogs to my other account hehe*

*logs in so that way this account stays active*

I published my fantasy novel, btw :)

You can see the post HERE (my main blog)

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im gonna get my second covid dose today and every1 at work is ALSO getting theirs and im like

“i hope we all get fevers and have to leave work” b/c they.............shouldn’t have our job open lol

anywaaay hope everyone is having a good time. happy april. <3 blah blah blah find me on discord if u wanna be friends

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Jackson Rippner, Red Eye (2005)

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i binge-watched the entire second season of the umbrella academy and it was so Good

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enemies plot: aidan shows up at your doorstep one night, looking close to death, he mumbles “didn’t know where else to go” then collapse into your arms. (suggested connections: rival crime boss/leader, police/fbi/law enforcement/etc)

Aidan clutched his ribs as he walked, fingertips pressing down lightly and surmising that although he didn’t think anything was broken, he knew they were badly bruised. The aching, swelling pain was a familiar sensation to him, although he hadn’t felt it since childhood. He swiped away the blood leaking from his brow with the darkened sleeve of his coat. A passing reflection of himself on a store-front window showed him the worst of it - busted lip, cut on his brow, ears bleeding from the explosion, another cut on his cheek from flying debris. His left leg limping as he pulled himself through an alleyway to connect to a familiar street. Whoever tried to kill him had failed but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to find them and make them pay twice over. Distantly, he heard the peeling sirens of the emergency services as they rushed to the scene.  Finally, just when he felt like his lungs were going to give out and he was going to collapse, he reached the door. His fist slammed against it until it opened and his vision blurs, “Didn’t know where else to go.” He mumbles before his knees buckle from his weight and the whole world goes sideways. 

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”Don’t. I’m not good for you. Don’t even think about falling for me.”

“How do you know what’s good for me? Last time I checked you’re not a fortune teller or a good choice of character.”

“I know what’s good for most people...at least when it comes to me and my involvement in their life.” He sighed, "Listen, repeating the same thing over and over again is insanity. I don't expect things will go differently between you and I. It's better if you keep your distance."

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Lavender can’t help but stare down at her hand in his, the way he’s taken it without fear or second guessing and her heart soars in her chest. She’s almost completely lost for words, a smile forming on her lips that grows bigger when he kisses her palm. Her cheeks burn, embarrassed at how much she’s craved this kind of affection from him in a way that she knows is real. She can hardly wrap her mind around all of this.

She blinks at his assertion. It’s real. If she wants it to be. And most importantly, he also wants it to be. “I want that.” She quickly blurts out, dumbstruck but not too shocked to not voice that allowed as swiftly as she can manage. 

She almost laughs at his question. Then again, she almost cries too. Before she can forget to, she nods, leaning up towards him. “Absolutely, kiss me immediately.” She practically announces, reaching for his cheek with her free hand so she can initiate it, using the bravery she has left over after announcing all of that to him the way she just did. If she gets sick, she thinks it’ll be well worth it. And it’ll just mean he’ll have to take care of her like she did him.

His eyes trail across her face, from her eyes, to her freckled nose, down to her lips and jaw. He swallows. She wants this. Him. Them. Rylan leans into her palm and he leans forward to meet her in the middle. His lips press to hers and his fingers unconsciously tighten slightly around her hand. Now that he has her, he doesn’t want to let her go, he doesn’t want to fuck this up. They had been dancing around each other for so long.  Her mouth is soft and pliant beneath his and Rylan selfishly wishes he wasn’t getting over this weird head-cold, he wishes they weren’t at her family’s house, and wishes he could’ve taken her out on a few proper dates first. He pulls away slowly and touches his forehead to hers and he’s at a loss for words. He doesn’t think words could capture how happy and overwhelmed he feels. He licks his lips, “I’m sorry in advance if you catch whatever I have,” He whispers, letting his thumb caress the back of her hand.  He gently nuzzles his nose against hers and slowly, begrudgingly pulls away, but he keeps his hand wrapped around hers. "Any ideas as for what other activities your family is gonna pull us into? So I can prepare."