#cleverwitched

[virginlit]

4. a hug from behind

       𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀  𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,    thinking  the  whole  world  is  out  for  you   ( that everything otherwordly is )    but  he’s  older  now,   which  means  he is  perfectly  justified  in  thinking  this:     jay  taylor  has  absolutely  scheduled  a  meeting  this  early, on this day,  just  to  spite  him.   he’s hardly managed to talk himself out of talking himself out of going ,  though the warmth of their comforter fought him the whole way.  or,  on a second, more likely thought,  it’s really the warmth of her... he settles back into his pillow. in his defense,  allison has a day off;    it’s such a rarity.  even through the grogginess,  in the dim light of their bedroom where usually she’s already up & across it preparing ,  he makes her out,  takes her in:    gold splayed behind her,  tussled in a way some might not think is possible for her  (  always in a bun these days,  an accessory alike to a crown, symbolizing her achievements, greatness );  he uses a hand to push some of it back out of her face,  and he knows the smile there,  feels the way her face adjusts to it as his hand rests against her cheek,  thumb atop her cheekbone.  this  blows.  majorly.   if he could just stay here,  just call and let jay know that poppy is sick, or that his mom ... tripped down some stairs? or that allison’s parents are twisting his arm, making him  ---  ( he’s in high school again, spinning the roulette of too lame excuses, brainstorming what’ll be most convincing, how to present it )  nothing has changed since then, really.  she is still the reason for his worst laid plans ;  she is especially the reason for what he’s made up now,   something about dani, a mandolin slicer, and ---

       his alarm goes off again. he groans, turns, and all but slams his hand down on the offensive device.   cruel reminder that jay turner is waiting, that he would never buy anything from his mouth even were he to witness it himself. he’s about to push himself up in a fuss when he feels her pressed up against his back,  her arms coming around him, her breath on his neck accompanied by a languid laugh.   she knows where his head is at. of course.  this time, when he settles in, it is with his hand over one of her’s where it rests.  ‘  ya’ know...  ‘ slow,  wasteful ;  perfect for a man dreading leaving.  ‘  he just wouldn’t get it. ‘

[witchy-writer3]

[allhallowes]

#𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔰 … indie private low-activity rp blog for ALLISON WATTS of disney’s HOCUS POCUS. heavily headcanon based, with lots of influence pulled from the novelizations and original concepts. by MAVIS ( ³⁰ ⁻ ˢʰᵉ/ʰᵉʳ )

[certainmaybe]

@witchy-shortcake , @cleverwitch-wolfskin , @honeycollectswhump

Since ya'all have been asking me for a part 2 - idk if it's good or if it's what you had in mind, but it is the best I can offer at the moment lol. I hope you enjoy :)

Ignorance is bliss

Medic didn’t ask what happened. Villain didn’t try to tell them. Both of them were silent, until one day Medic came home to an empty apartment. That was that, then. Another job done. Nothing to think about. A few days later a flower bouquet with a card waited in front of their door.

I owe you a thank you

It read, with a phone number. Signed by Villain. Medic threw it in the box under their bed, where they collected all the favors and thank yous and I owe yous and call me if you need somebody deads that people had offered them over the years. So far they hadn’t cashed in a single one of those. They intended to keep it that way.

Medic moved on with their life. That was what they did. That was what they always did once a person was back on their feet again, because that was their job, because they weren’t a Hero and they didn’t want to be. They wanted to get people better, no matter who they were and what they did, and the way to do that was by not asking too many questions. That was the deal. Heroes were the ones who battled with the big moral questions, like if killing a killer was justified. Medic didn’t they didn’t want to. They just wanted to help.

In the entrance of their agency was a big billboard with the most wanted villains. Villain was now on the top spot. Not Supervillain, or any of the other people that usually fought for the first spot, but Villain. Somebody who hadn’t even been in the top ten ever before. Somebody who had mostly worked in petty theft and some public nuisances. Medic didn’t ask.

The billboard was the first thing Medic looked up when they went to work now, relieved as long as Villains name was still there, because that meant they were still alive. Still free. Which was a stupid thought, because Medic didn’t question the agency. If Villain was up there, it was with good reason. And if they were caught, whatever happened to them would be the just punishment for what they did. Whatever it was that they did. Whatever had left them drugged and beat up in Medics flat. Whatever had caused them to vanish.

Medic didn’t pay attention to the heroes discussions, it was none of their business. They didn’t hear when the phrase  better dead than alive was uttered. They didn’t notice the weapons being upgraded, or other villains suddenly being let go, as long as they would help in the hunt for Villain. They certainly didn’t notice that large portions of the building were only enterable with special clearance.

When Medic finally got out the box under their bed and searched for the card, already buried under a handful of new ones, it was only to check up on Villains recovery, nothing more. They were a doctor, doing their job. They really didn’t know why, when Villain answered the phone, they asked:

“Who did this to you?”

[mtlnds-archive]

ind . allison watts , of disney’s hocus pocus ! ( @cleverwitched ) 

[fablebornea2]

@cleverwitched  :  𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘸𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. ( 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪 💕 )

    a  pout  settles  on  delicate  features,  arms  wrapping  across  her  chest  as  she  takes  a  step  closer  to  the  tall  girl.  “i  can’t  slow  down,  allison!  max’s  birthday  is  tomorrow  and  it  needs  to  be  super  special,  okay?  he  deserves  it!  especially  after  he  saved  my  life,  okay?  but  i  can’t  bake  a  cake  by  myself  and  i  don’t  have  enough  money  to  buy  him  a  present  and  i  don’t  have  time  to  do  those  if  no  one  gets  him  out  of  the  house  and  only  you  can  help  me  and  get  him  out  so  i  don’t  know  what  to  do!”  the  petite  girl  rambles,  gesticulating  as  she  speaks.

[soulcrossed]

          “ WELL,  isn’t someone  confident ? ”   she tuts, a sardonic smile  gracing  her face as she slowly circles the  CHILD .  there’s a hint of magic in the air  ------  stranger’s magic,  invading her space  ------  and it makes winifred uneasy, more than she’d like to admit. the boy was a  dunce,  the youngin had more bark then bite, but  this one ?  winifred purses her lips.  a curiosity, certainly, almost a  waste  to kill for her spell  ( for odd ones like  this ,  she would’ve liked to take her time ) ,  but  NEEDS MUST .  and the  attitude  is certainly not helping the girl’s case.                a spit into her cauldron makes smoke rise up, briefly  obscuring  the room  ------  and the protective  SIGIL  she draws in the dust with the tip of her shoe, between the girl tied up in the chair and her  precious work.  “ whatever you  FANCY  yourself to be capable of, you are no match to a  true witch.  ”

▬  @cleverwitched​  |  starter call.

[iinmortales]

       ‘ allison? allison, wake up. ‘ she was shaking the other girl’s shoulder, trying to pull her out of whatever revel sleep had brought. they’d only been waiting for max to get back, and she hadn’t seen any problem in a quick sleep. but when allison started to sound distressed, dani knew nap time was over. ‘ hey, hey its just a bad dream. ‘

@cleverwitched

[bravetoo]

trick     or     treat     for     @cleverwitched     !

[bloomdt]

‘ keep it safe. ’

       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐓𝐎.     miles  hasn’t  finished  leafing  through  all  the  things  he  needs  to,   not  by  a  long  shot.    but  he  is  understanding,    deeply  craving  of  home  and  exhaustion  creeping  into  his  bones.      he  speaks  polite  apologies  for  keeping  her  so  late,  the  same  as  he  did  the  day  before,    the  one  before  that  too.     he  hates  to  keep  her,   but  late  is  near  the  only  time  they  can  work  together:    he  doesn’t  want  another  person’s  job  on  his  shoulders,   he  tells  her.   no  early  afternoon  appointments,   he’s  stayed  firm  on  that.     this  is  safest,   out  of  the  eyes  of  other’s.    

       he  knows  there’s  dinner  waiting,   he  tells  her  as  the  conversation  switches  from  legality  &   persons  of  interest  to  plans  upon  getting  home.   surely  there’s  a  story  of  a  client  or  two  who’ve  spilled  their  stories  to  adelaide.    she’s  a  daughter  and  a  husband,   miles  knows  that  much   ;   only  the  aether  knows  if  she’s  returning  to  them  or  staying  here  longer   (   he  hinges  his  bets  on  going  home      she  speaks  of  them  so  fondly  ).       regardless,   he  is  adjusting  his  worn  jacket  at  the  doorway         it’s  still  good  enough  to  keep  some  chill  out          &  when  he  turns  back  to  say  his  final  farewell,    he  is  greeted  with  an  envelope.   a  smile.    a  request.    but   this  is  where  things  got  risky  with  upton:   she  brought  files  to  him.    didn’t  just  speak  them  under  the  cover  of  catching  up,   didn’t  have  the  cover  of  hear-say  meaning  little.

       whatever  she’s  trying  to  give  him,   it’s  gotta  be  good;    he’s  certain  she’s  not  given  him  something  with  no  use.    it  could  be  the  key  to  his  case.    she’s  certainly  smart  enough  to  have.    he  takes  paper  between  forefinger  and  thumb,   holds  it  gingerly  between  them  as  he  plagues  the  air  with  his  concern.    his  worry  has  become  palpable  in  light  conversational  tones  gone  low,   unease  bolstered  with  a  furrowed  brow.     well-meaning.   she  is  well-meaning.  so  is  he.

       ‘     ARE  YOU  SURE?     ’     

[mtlnds-archive]

               poltergeist are not often portrayed as the most empathic type, most seen as haunting figures meant to frighten, the maitlands of course are a different tale. “ oh, i didn’t scare you did i ? ” the spirit seems worried as she looks over the girl to make sure she’s alright, guilt plaguing mind, leaking into features in the form of worry.

@cleverwitched - liked !

[worldsaver]

(          @cleverwitched     /     happy  halloween  !          )

             ‘   I saw a black cat on my way over here.   ’   it’s her own way of greeting her friend while wielding two bags filled to the brim with the proper assortments of junk food; she can’t help but smile a little mischievously as she says it.   ‘   is that a good omen or a bad one?   ’

[dcnnison]

cleverwitched replied to your post: if you think max’s complaining about salem in the...

his house is literally right next to the water, it’s gonna be SO COLD

max vc: i’m dying allison. they’ll thaw me out in 1000 years

[conjurin-blog]

                       black     painted     digits     slowly     glide     across     withered     pages  ;  remnants     of     spells     ‘pon     spells     told     by     shadows -----  what     is     left     of     a    civilization  .  (  another     witch  ,  another     mystical     being     at     her     side  .  )         ❛     hey  ,  watch     the     lavender  ,  will     ya  ?  you’ll     ruin     everything     &     we’ll     have     to     start     from     scratch  !     ❜     @cleverwitched      ♡

[sandersonsrunningamok]

@cleverwitched  sent❛ i don’t need magic to see that. ❜             

“Still so clever, to have figured out our plans so quickly!” Winifred cackled.  Granted, they were trying to do the exact same thing they’d done last time.  But this time, they knew what they were up against.  They had to finish off the children who had stood in their way last time.  Then, eternal life was theirs.

[bravetoo]

Trick or Treat!  🎃

here !!