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melinda huffed again at her brother's words, resisting the urge to roll her eyes in front of him. "Do you think I'm not capable of helping myself?" she can't help but snap at chris, before immediately feeling bad and looking away, muttering out a rather quiet sorry. "My shoulder, but - just pass me the bandages, I'm fine. Really."

"yeah, so let's try that again," he may not have had whitelighter healing but chris knew first aid well enough, and he wasn't one to turn away when someone needed help. "where were you hit?"

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melinda wasn't a huge fan of new orleans, in fact, she quite abhorred the loud streets and packed tourists reaming throughout the city without a second thought. but, as she had done her whole life, she made do with what had been given to her on a cracked plate, while ignoring her brothers in the process. she was mad at the both of them, halliwell's be damned. slipping into the near-empty side walk, her steps slowed at an unknown figure ahead of her, slowing her steps as she studied them carefully - mainly out of curiosity, a little bit of trying to determine if they were a threat or not.

when they spoke, she tried not to roll her eyes. "what makes you think I want anything?" melinda asked quietly, irritation clipping her tone, but she stepped closer, as if she was a deer caught in the headlights. no point trying to hide - not that melinda was hiding. "it sounds like you're the one that wants the conversation, so i'd be willing to listen, for a drink. or we can both sit and silence and drink. I, personally, prefer the latter."

it was wicked and strange. new orleans was a stark contrast to the sun - kissed, suburban hell of sunnydale. its neon lights and loud music, a thrilling siren song of sin and salvation that one could easily lose oneself in. faith probably would have actually liked it here. they'd probably even have loved it, if not for all the creepy crawlies sulking about every dark corner and alleyway, that is. each seemingly looking for the next unsuspecting tourist to take and turn into a five - course meal.

"you want something?" boots that had echoed hollowly on the cracked sidewalk suddenly fall short. coming to an abrupt stop as a figure came into view. "'cause i'm warning you now, if you're itching for a conversation, it better come with a drink."

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before melinda was burned at the stake, she vowed that each generation of warren witches would become stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of...

WYATT, CHRIS, & MELINDA HALLIWELL · precious earth series · metals

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"... Have you ever watched the show, Friends? You remind me of someone from that show. He also had two divorces... It sounds like you really need to talk to someone."

"You know, I thought that wife number one was crazy. I knew wife number two was crazy. But I would take both of them in one room over doing this crap again."

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〈 madelyn cline  ›  cis woman  ›  she/her  ›  21 〉  ———   a grand welcome to the vieux carré, MELINDA HALLIWELL. with a city as diverse as this, there’s a new threat on almost every corner. being a WHITELIGHTER-WITCH might provide some protection but their biggest strength may come from being loyal to THE RESISTANCE. many see them as a POET which is why I'LL BE SOMEONE ELSE'S GOD // GODHOOD IS JUST LIKE GIRLHOOD // A BEGGING TO BE BELIEVED seems to fit them perfectly. whispers say they’re from the FUTURE. can it all be believed? just keep an eye on them and see if their true colors shine through. 

basics.

full name: melinda phoebe halliwell

nickname/s: mel, melly, any other variations she usually answers too

age: twenty one

birthday: october 3rd

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single

species: whitelighter-witch

personality.

positive traits: compassionate, realistic, witty, focused, loyal

negative traits: short tempered, vindictive, secretive, destructive

hobbies: shopping for art supplies, practicing witchcraft, meditating, avid gardener, reading, sketching/drawing

personal style: mel is usually seen skipping around town in floral clothes - skirts, dresses, shirts - her wardrobe is full of color, crop tops & mini jackets paired with the brightest shoes she can find. on a more elegant occasion mel can always be found with glitter in her hair, on her clothes and face, paired with the highest heels. she is as much a girls girl as she looks tbh.

scars/tattoos: tba

aesthetic.

the ever-growing feeling of needing to scream ; and yet nothing comes out - your throat is a graveyard for all the words you want to say // flowers can bloom in even the most dire conditions ; and so will you even if all hope is lost // the sound of bare feet slapping against the pavement as childish laughs echo around the neighborhood ; you were a kid once too - even if you don't remember it // being kind in a world where cruelty is seen as power hasn't always fared well ; but knowing the world needs a little more kindness anyway // your softness for monsters and the kindness you seek in a world full of villains & killers is not a weakness ; but shield yourself behind it, nurture your sharp wit and hit them when they least expect it.

biography.

you were born not screaming, but instead looking at the world with the most curious eyes ; until the coldness settled in your bones and what came next was a piercing scream ; melinda phoebe halliwell, your parents called you. mel for short. the coldness that made a home in the depths of your soul never really left.

the youngest of three, it became clear to everyone that you were the baby - figuratively and literally ; a charming smile and a twinkle of your eyes and the world was soon at your fingertips. what no one accounted for was how young the magic fused with your soul ; how out of control you had with it. what an easy life, loving parents, two big brothers who would do anything for you. or so you were led to believe.

suddenly your life had flipped upside down ; in the wake of all destruction and madness. were you blessed? or were you cursed? sometimes you still can't figure it out. whitelighter powers were never meant for you and yet they were bestowed upon you. it's your destiny. FUCK DESTINY. fuck anyone that wasn't your family.

two things you seem to know to be true: 1. you would do anything for your family. 2. especially when it came to wyatt. but eventually the excuses ran dry. the sighs drew out longer, until eventually, even you couldn't defend his actions. he is your brother, yes. but he's also become the figure in your nightmares.

barely twenty one and the feeling of loss has become numbingly comfortable. grief is the blanket pulled over your scarred and worn body, swallowing tears to keep you hydrated. the adults talk over your ideas, most of the time you're in the corner listening to stupid ideas, thrown around by people barely older than you. 2036 - 2012 - you don't fucking care. all you care about is how do we save my brother? for the first time in your life ; you wish your mum was here to tell you what to do. but no. she was dead too , and sometimes , you think your soul died with her.

but through all the shit, through all the madness - your kindness shines through like a beacon of hope for those around you. as easily as you could have turned into a monster with all the trauma thrown at you ; you know people need hope and a little bit of love now more than ever. so you stay, you smile and wish everyone a happy day, even if it grates your insides. even if you don't believe a fucking word you're saying.

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MADELYN CLINE via Jennifer Tioseco's Instagram (2023)

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Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images

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DAWSON’S CREEK 4.04 Future Tense

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dependent muse blog for hellsmouthhq ; tortured by courtney. ( 26 , aest, she/her. )

*melinda phoebe halliwell. 21. whitelighter-witch. introduction * pinterest * musings * interactions * visage

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FIONA PALOMO as SOFIA outer banks season 3

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