riannekaufman

[riannekaufman]

I’m about to get off for the night but that shouldn’t stop you from popping in to check out this group! If you love spooky season and the old Halloweentown movies, trust me, this is the rp for you! We need apps from nine more writers to open and I just know we can get there. Check out our plot and our species to give you a little inspiration. Have a spooktacular night, ghouls and goblins. 

[riannekaufman]

come join my spooky new rp ♥

[riannekaufman]

If anyone follows me still, I highly recommend this group I’m part of. It’s extremely diverse, the plot is phenomenal, and it’s so beautifully executed. 

P.S. more rp recommendations will follow in the weeks to come. 

[riannekaufman]

@basilanand @isadoraraval @adrianacallahan @magnoliasadik @nataliaxortega

Send "🎧" for a playlist about our muses relationship

Add “+💔” for a super angsty playlist, or “+💞” for a super fluffy playlist

[riannekaufman]

@basilanand @isadoraraval @adrianacallahan @magnoliasadik @nataliaxortega

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[riannekaufman]

[riannekaufman]

“Lucky you,” she dryly said, pulling the plate of pancakes a little closer to her. Her gaze followed him as he sat down across from her and for a brief moment, she narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. “Oh, you know. Just peachy.” Her tone, while sarcastic, didn’t have any venom to it. Still, it was obvious that the witch was hurting. Her attention went back to the plate in front of her as she cut the pancakes into bite size pieces. “How’ve you been, Theo?” 

“You are my last customer of the day.” Theo set the plate of pancakes down in front of her. It was almost dark and he was the last server on the floor, after this plate went out, the chef finished and left. He slid into the booth to sit opposite her. “How have you been, Rianne?” @riannekaufman​

[riannekaufman]

projecthagen​:

“Umm like old newspapers?” he asked not sure what she meant by old records, but if she was here then she must have meant newspapers, right? “How old are you talking about?” When she asked if she knew him, Hagen had to pause to think it over. There was something familiar about her, but for the life of him he couldn’t place why that was. “Maybe, I mean the town isn’t that big to not have seen each other somewhere at some point, and I do deliver the paper, so there’s that.”

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“I guess, yeah,” she said with a shrug. “Probably like, oh, twenty to twenty-five years. Nothing later than 1997.” It didn’t actually matter to the witch; she had her answers about her family already. This was simply an excuse to talk to someone she thought she knew. ‘Hmm, maybe you’re right. Not that it matters. Can you help me dig through the newspapers or not?” 

[riannekaufman]

“It’s been... Let’s just say there’s been a lot,” she said with a sigh. “Priscilla? My fuckin’ God she sounds adorable. I demand to be able to meet her.” Oh how much she loved Reyna in that moment. The one she had left. Her gaze turned to the brunette fully, making eye contact. There was little emotion behind them, nothing other than exhaustion and anger. “The abridged version? I’m single again. My ex is possessed. My grandmother lied to me my entire life about my parents, about myself. Oh, and the best part?” Rianne raised her brow and forced a pained smile. “I have a twin that I didn’t know about for my entire life.” She chuckled to herself lightly and took a sip of her coffee. “It’s been a beautiful time, truly.” She laughed again, even softer this time. “But congratulations on your dog’s impending internet fame, babe.”

“Darling, it’s been ages. What have you been up to?” Reyna asked with a smile over the mug of her coffee. “Please tell me you have an interesting story. All I’ve done recently is adopt a pug. Her name is Priscilla and she’s incredibly ugly, but it adds to her charm.” She grinned. “I’m going to spoil her with adorable outfits and jeweled collars. She already has over a thousand followers on TikTok.”

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[riannekaufman]

Rianne was looking to try a new spell, maybe a curse, she wasn’t sure yet. The one thing she was sure of was that she was missing one ingredient - grave dirt. So there she was, scraping spoonfulls of loose dirt off of a fresh grave into a glass jar. Suddenly, she heard a footstep not too far away. Worried about who it was, she paused for a minute and spoke up. “Gonna speak up or just try to scare the absolute shit out of me?” 

@lizzievelnias​

[riannekaufman]

@jonasxoberholt

[riannekaufman]

@noellexkaufman

maybe we were adopted at birth. i was adopted. were you? of course you were. our mother wouldn’t have given up just one! what if she did?

[riannekaufman]

@noellexkaufman

Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

[riannekaufman]

Broken Spirits / Self Para

Everything is a fucking lie.

Every little thing I’ve ever been told about myself is a fucking lie.

The angry words tossed around in Rianne’s head over and over and over again. She had spent the past few weeks pouring over every single thing she thought might have clues. Over a decade worth of her own journals, newspaper clippings her grandmother had saved, photo albums. All of it. She had even gone digging into the attic of her familial home in Wildemount, hoping to find something to make sense of everything.

Instead, all she found was that her past had been altered and erased, her twin being scrubbed from the record so that they were nothing more than the ghost of what could have been. Her long, thin fingers traced every single newborn picture on the pages of her grandmother’s photo albums. Each one made her wonder, was that her, or was that Noelle? 

Sleep deprived, angry, and defeated in general, the witch sat listlessly in her living room, surrounded in piles of books and filing boxes. Her body and head ached in a way she had never felt before. What was the purpose of her going through all of this pain? The betrayal from her grandmother, the re-hashed trauma of her childhood as a depressed lonely child. It was all avoidable. She could have had a friend from the beginning in her sibling and it was all ripped away from her.

Ripped away like Yasemin and Myles, two people she had started to care about, maybe even love. She didn’t know where they had gone, just that they had left. Like every other person did.

Ripped away like Jonas, the one she had loved before them. She could see his face whenever she wanted, sure, but his beautiful mind? Gone as far as she knew, taken over by a demon. A demon that for all purposes, was even more charismatic than the musician she adored. The pain of not being able to save him, like she couldn’t save her parents, ate at her every single day.

Ripped away like her joy in childhood. Every ounce of loneliness could have been avoided. Every time her grandmother did what she could to suppress her powers could have been avoided. She thought of what would have happened had her parents survived. Would she have actually been powerful? Would she have been allowed to have a normal childhood with her twin? She’d never have the answer to it, perhaps that’s what hurt the most.

At the end of the day, every single person left Rianne in one aspect or another. They ran from her, they died, shit, some didn’t even know she existed. 

There was a bit of fury burning deep inside of her chest. Boiling, bubbling, rising up like lava in a dormant volcano, just waiting for the violent eruption to release the tension. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks as the anger continued to fester. The soft, muffled cries began to turn into wailing. Her chest heaving with every ragged exhale. 

Soon, she felt the floorboards rumble beneath her. It felt as if the house would crumble alongside her and for a brief moment of time, she felt better. More in control. Was this just a taste of what she was deprived from by the joke of a caretaker she had? Her grandmother had spent years preaching ‘nature first’, and ‘only healing or minor spells’. Was she purposely kept away from greater, stronger power in an effort to keep control over her?

That thought sent the petite brunette over the edge. The wailing had now become feral screams. The house shook around her more, so much so that she could hear the windows rattle. She balled her fists so tightly that her fingernails started to dig into her palms. And with that, she began to make wild sweeping motions with her arms. With every motion, something else flew by her. Before she knew it, paintings had been knocked from the walls, vases and statues shattered on the floor. Feathers from her throw pillows floated through the air, effortless gliding to the floor along with the ripped pages from the books around her. 

This is power, she thought. Letting her anger run through her, deep and true. 

What was the fucking point of staying on the straight and narrow if she had nothing left to lose? Yas and Myles had left her, they were gone. She was convinced that sweet Jonas was gone, gone too far to ever touch her soul again. Soon, surely even Noelle would leave her. 

Everything was a fucking lie. Except for this.

And finally, with that last bit of extreme emotion, Rianne felt it. A break inside of her. Sudden calm washed over her and the home. Her screaming halted, as did her tears. The silence now was far more upsetting than any of the noise she had created up until this point. The debris left scattered around her settled in, save for a few feathers still mindlessly drifting downwards. It was appropriate, really. Her house, her life, and her heart all destroyed at once. 

With a deep breath, the witch finally mustered up the strength to pull herself from the floor and dust off her knees. The Rianne people had come to know was gone. There was no point in her trying to do what was right, what was just. She could dance with the flames, toy with the dark, play with the demons. None of it mattered anymore. There was only one person that mattered, only one person that would have her back - herself. And it was time she began to do things that benefitted her alone. 

[riannekaufman]

ZOEY DEUTCH la mer (2020)

[riannekaufman]

Rianne had just about gone mad, doing as much research as she could about her family, her parents accident, and her new sibling. It had lead to sleepless nights and groggy days. She found herself at the Observer, hoping to get access to some of the old newspapers in a desperate attempt to find anything relevant. While approaching the building, she spotted someone. The witch spent a few moments curiously glaring at the psychic through squinted eyes. “Hey!” she shouted, raising her hand as she approached them. “D’you know anythin’ about how in the hell I can get access to the old records?” She didn’t think he would, it was purely an excuse to talk to him, as his familiar face nagged at her thoughts. “While we’re talkin’, do I know you by chance? You just look so damn familiar.” 

@projecthagen​

[riannekaufman]

noellexkaufman​:

Noelle nodded. The girl was right, it was too similar… She shrugged. “Mine wasn’t even a bedtime story, mine was just used to scare me.” She admitted. 

The brunette grabbed the bottle, shook it and plastered a fake smile across her face. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go then.” She turned and started walking in the direction of the cash register. “Uh… So what’s your name?” She asked, trying to make conversation. 

Noelle let out a small laugh. “You know what’d be funny… If we had the same last name. I mean, that’d definitely be impossible since I know Kaufman isn’t really that common but you have an American accent and I… don’t. I feel like it might not actually be my real last name but I kind of just rolled with it.” She told her with a shrug. “I thought it got changed when we moved here but I guess not.” Noelle continued as she pulled her wallet out of her bag to pay for the pain killers.

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The entire situation just felt wrong to Rianne. How was it possible that this person, someone that wasn’t American, someone that wasn’t a witch, someone she didn’t know, looked just like her? She was quiet, eerily so, as she followed the stranger to the register and stood to the side. She remained quiet and distant until her surname hit the air. “Excuse me?” she replied at first, completely taken off guard. “I guess you’re lookin’ at one hell of a joke, ‘cause Kaufman is my name.” 

The discomfort that she felt was obvious in her change in stance and her change in facial expression. “This-- This is just fuckin’ ridiculous,” she blurted out. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are and I--” Her behavior grabbed the attention of the cashier, who was now staring at her with a raised brow and prying eyes. Glancing back at the person she was starting to think was her sibling, she looked just sad and defeated. “I need fresh air.” With that, she saw herself outside of the shop to wait for the stranger to be finished with her transaction.