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mona-dhoo:

“I feel like now that I have coffee, I can do anything.”

“What sort of coffee is it?”

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ibuzoo:

1000 Picspams Challenge | #183 Archetype Inspirations | Urban Witches

in the silence of your bones and eyes forgotten magic sits and waits for fire

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queenidinamenzel:

From this point on, I would like to be referred to as “The Ethically Challenged Witch of the North West.”

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"Did you see the Supermoon? Wasn’t it lovely? I got so much charge and energy for my spells, it was incredible.”

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edwarddelark:

Since Halloween Edward had done whatever he could to isolate himself from the others in the town. Anti-social maybe, but he wasn’t sure how to handle what had happened. It had been almost a century since he had needed the feel of flesh, and than the other night things had gone insane and that was all he had wanted. Right now it was easier for him to stay away, before something else had happened.

He’d found somewhere quiet to sit, a stream or river was running past. He’d solidified so he could feel the water between his fingers. This was good, it felt like home, though why he couldn’t say. 

That was when he heard the sound of fallen branches breaking nearby. He stopped moving his hand, letting it float on top of the current. It was probably too much to ask for the person to just walk away, but even so he tried to avoid drawing any attention to himself. A little hard when he was stuck in an outdated army uniform. 

"And there we will gather gorse-sticks, the ripe, brittle gorse-sticks, for there lie the gorse-sticks in the chiollagh to burn...”

Donna skipped along a path following the river, singing the song from her early days of childhood. The closer she approached a bend in the path, the more she felt a presence there. She was not alone. 

“Oh.” It was him, the lugubrious spirit that banished her from Peel Castle. Donna approached with small steps, tentatively, wondering if her company would be unwanted as the last time. “Hullo.”

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heart-with-the-sea:

Marisa going into town after the other night was a surprise. Yet, she was out of coffee and part of her was convinced all of it was just a dream. The selkie had never had a mean bone in her body until that night. It had to have been a dream.  About to take a sip of coffee and read the newspaper, she heard someone talk about how they too did out of character things the other night. “It had to have just been a dream. It just had to.” The selkie said to herself as she began to feel dread for all of those she treated unfairly.

“I’m pretty sure it was real, though it does feel very...dreamlike. At least I wasn’t one of those people who’d attacked others, all I seemed to be able to do was eat.” Her stomach churned at the mere recollection of it, an experience so odd and singular she had yet to put a name to it.

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fiery-ember:

Ember just had picked the last piece of food off of her fifth or sixth plate of food for the night and she wasn’t even full. In fact, she still wanted more. It was then she noticed the typically inedible garnishes left on in front of the person next to her. She knew that the food should belong to her. “Are you going to finish that?” Ember asked with a mouthful of food that wasn’t fully eaten yet, as she pointed to their plate.

Thank god for open spread buffets, Donna thought, she wasn’t sure what she’d have to do tonight if she’d have to pay for all this food. She had eaten so much , and yet wanted more. It was like an endless, bottomless craving which she didn’t question, just keep eating more. “Um, yeah,” she nodded, through her own mouthful, picking off the very garnish on her plate that Ember had pointed to and shoving it in her mouth. “I’m like, so hungry right now you have no idea.” 

Glutton For Punishment

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osianmerrick:

Every fiber of Osian’s being burned with desire, craved the soft touch of flesh and thirsted for anyone’s lips to be upon his own. It had been many moons since he had felt a fierce pull such as this, so strong was his sexual appetite that he knew his master was out to play. He grinned lightly, brushing his silk lips along the rim of his cocktail glass. “If Amodeus is out to play,” Osian thought, “then why shouldn’t I have a little more fun?” It was only fair, right? Osian was created for this.

When his eyes scanned the bar top, searching for his next victim, an individual caught his attention. He allowed his gaze to lingered upon their glowing skin, aches in his belly growing to wrenched heights as they met his eyes. Osian, still as a church mouse and smooth as molasses, slightly curved his upward and winked at the stranger.

At five foot five, the witch wasn’t particularly tall. It was why her feet never quite touched the ground when she sat on a bar stool. She had to show her ID every time she went to a club establishment like this, usually mistaken for being far younger than her years. Tonight, she’d had a fairly good night at the club, though all her friends had disappeared somewhere and she contemplated a second drink, coming almost to the end of her Pina Colada. 

When she felt a keen sort of attention upon her, the flapper turned to find its source. She could feel some sort of power, a very strong (and possibly dark) power emanating, and whether it was from this handsome blonde staring right at her or from someone else (there were all kinds milling about the club now, her energies were going haywire), she couldn’t quite tell. Had he just winked at her? Was she seeing straight? “Oh,  um. Hello.” Courtesy told her to be polite, though it was quite possible his wink had been aimed at somebody else entirely. That wouldn’t be the first time.

Plot Drop! Appetizing: Lustful Intentions

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Donna’s All Hallow’s Eve Ball Outfit — 1920′s Flapper

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xnicorn:

“It’s not so hard to believe, actually!”, he laughs, “most people haven’t watched Star Trek”, Zach replies. “I am still getting the grasp of it. I still haven’t watched Dr. Who”.

“You’re right. There’s probably about...eight billion people on earth, lots and lots of people who haven’t seen Star Trek. I don’t feel quite so bad now,” she said with a big smile. The fear of missing out always, ever present. “Oh, it’s a wonderful show! About timetravel and kooky creatures, there’s these cute creatures named adipose, they’re white and fluffy...look quite like marshmallows...you wouldn’t have any marshmallows on you, would you?”

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bon-wix:

She gasped as her new friend embarrassed her in a warm hug. “Donna! I just had to see what the hub-ba-laub was all about.” She backed away from the hug, her hand still in Donna’s grasp. “Lead the way!” She squeaked, Bonnie could hardly contain her excitement. “Gods be, this looks ah-mazing. I hope it’s okay that I didn’t dress in the traditional garb. It’s just been so long since I’ve been to an event on this scale.”

"It’s alright,” she waves away the apologies. “You don’t have to wear anything at all. I mean, I didn’t mean don’t wear anything—” she’s blushing, already having talked herself into a mess. “You haven’t got anything on ‘ya to eat, do ‘ya?”

Old Hallowmas // Open to All

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cuteandhelpful:

Grant looked up at the person standing in front of him as he shoved a piece of gum into his mouth. “Oh, did you want some? It tastes like peppermint exploded in your mouth. Don’t complain to me if it’s too strong for you ‘cause I’ll just laugh.”

“Peppermint exploding in my mouth? Oh...don’t mind if I do,” Donna politely accepted.

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xnicorn:

“Since I dressed up as Kirk, someone dared me to speak with Star Trek quotes all day, but I honestly don’t think I can do it. I haven’t watched the original series just yet”.

“I haven’t watched any of it, can you believe it. I know, I know. I love science fiction books, and Dr. Who, but I just never...got round to it.”