auntiezelda

[auntiezelda]

character headcanon generator

rules: use the generator to generate headcanons for your muse, and post 5-10 results that you agree with

tagged by: @diviningtime

tagging: @witchkillr @unbeleveable (for Farah) @thecavclry (for Agatha) and anyone else who wants to!

Zelda has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory. (Her mind is constantly in go mode so she often misses things when people are talking, so she has no clue what they're talking about later.)

Zelda likes board games. (They would have a family game night when Sabrina was younger at least once a week.)

Zelda sings in the shower. (Obviously.)

Zelda bites their nails. (Its why she wears nail polish all the time, to keep herself from biting.)

Zelda has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night. (Constantly.)

Zelda can't handle criticism. (She takes things wayyy too personally)

Zelda gets road rage. (Oh absolutely she does. It can get so bad, Hilda bans her from driving for weeks.)

Zelda almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once. (And she still tests that limit almost daily)

[auntiezelda]

Zelda hummed, smiling at the peck to her cheek. Farah was right; there were far worse people to sound like, not that she would admit it aloud. She didn't want it getting back to Hilda, who could just as easily become insufferable.

"Oh?" A bright smile with a wicked glint broke out upon her face. She gave her own gaze about the room, happily noting how no one was paying them any mind, too wrapped up in their own celebrations. A win for her if ever there was one, she thought. "Lead the way."

Farah couldn't help but chuckle a little as she pressed a quick kiss to Zelda's cheek. "There are far worse people to sound like than your sister." Even if Hilda could be especially fanciful. Of course, a little fancy was sometimes just what was needed. "And, you're right, a new year is about hope, even if we get a little carried away with it."

She turned her head for a moment, scanning the room. "Doesn't look as if we'd be missed if we slipped out. If you still want to see me properly sloshed, I have some scotch tucked away back at the house. A little of that after all this champagne might do the trick."

[auntiezelda]

Seeing Agatha kneeling before her only made her head spin faster. She could feel her heart beating at the base of her throat and it only got stronger the more it seemed Agatha was rambling. Or maybe that was just her own disorientation. Regardless the proposal was clear. "I..." Zelda was at a loss for words. Part of her wanted to say no, to reject the proposal; that was the part of her that had become terrified at the prospect of marriage. Sure seeing Hilda get hitched had softened her to the idea, but still.. "I.. May I have time to think about it?"

Her chin propped on the top her hand as her elbow found her knee as she watched her lover take and open the box. She slides from her perch and actually get down on one knee, this isn't exactly how she thought she'd do this, but when was timing ever right for the two of them. "I know how you feel about marriage after Blackwood, and I know you said you saw me at your death bed, and I'm not expecting a yes, but this is something I've wanted and thought about for a while now. Something I didn't I'd want with anybody, but I know I want it with you. So, Zelda Phiona Spellman, will you marry me?"

[auntiezelda]

Three more hours until I'm free for 4 days. It's a chant in my head

[auntiezelda]

[The High Priestess] Well, how very fitting.

[auntiezelda]

The temperature is in the negatives and so is my brain

[auntiezelda]

10, 13, 31!

* interview the writer

10. talk about your writing

As I am writing, I hate it. I always think I sound ridiculous or just assume my writing isn't very good. It isn't until much later when I eventually reread something long after its posted that I think 'hey maybe I don't suck at this'. That or I'll find a typo and wanna throw myself into the sun. Essentially this is all to say I have little to no confidence in myself or my ability to write, despite having a whole ass degree in it. And it just makes me so thankful for all of you sticking with me.

13. how are you?

I'm fairly well, thank you for asking. Today is a paid holiday for me (for mlk day, not the other terrible thing happening today), so at least I can get some replies done and answer fun stuff!

31. favorite comic book character?

I don't think I've ever read a comic book in my life, so I am incredibly ill-equipped to answer this. My bad.

[auntiezelda]

* interview the writer

send a number. a mix of serious and fun.

what color do you associate with your muse?

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk?

do you have any advice for other writers?

would you hug your muse?

how are you and your muse alike?

how are you and your muse different?

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash?

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode)

talk about your writing

fluff or angst?

favorite book?

how are you?

ghosts or monsters?

what does your name mean?

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies?

what motivates you?

are you a jedi master? 

describe love

favorite cryptid(s)?

do you believe in extraterrestrial life?

mcdonald’s or burger king?

anything spooky happen this week?

share a funny story 

are you religious?

what are you doing right now?

describe yourself in two words

metal, folk, pop or ambient?

list your top two movies

most used emoji?

favorite comic book character?

[auntiezelda]

Desperate. She had felt desperate, but for what, Zelda wondered. Desperate to find someone to kill, or desperate to put an end to her specifically? She wasn't sure how she felt about either of those possibilities, but she would at least hear the other witch out, maybe wring out a few last drops of clarity before she would react, however that may be.

Ah, she thought and licked her dry lips and tilted her head upwards. She was scared of what she would find in Agatha's expression. It all sounded too much like a manipulation, a fabricated and well practiced excuse. Yet she could see how Agatha might believe it to be her true reason. Was it was Agatha was hoping to be her true reason why?

"Let me get this straight," she began, closing her eyes to collect her own thoughts, then looked Agatha in the eye. "You're saying you decided to kill me out of some sort of desire for mercy for me? You decided to trick me into my own demise. No not trick, to draw me in and dangle hope before me. So what? I could die thinking there was a chance for Sabrina, so I could think that I had failed her yet again in my final moments. How considerate of you," she couldn't help the whisper of venom in her voice, though she didn't move out of the embrace.

AGATHA SIGHS: carbon and other toxins spread out along the junction of zelda's neck. she can feel that grip at her back, the way her coat bunches up under touch that does not seek to flay her, and absurdly, it wells in her throat.

" i was desperate, " she admits. she does not say things like this to people: she keeps these unfortunate truths behind her lips, grinds them to bone and sharpens them into relevant lies. it's prettier that way - gold teeth are lovelier to look at than rot, aren't they? easier to swallow. " i know you. i - "

her throat works. that conversation they had in the spellman drawing room, the one that turned her off macallan for good. you can save her still, zelda. agatha went an hour out of her way, made teen - made billy buy her a spritzer of chanel no 5, because she knew it would work, because she needed it to work, because zelda was gorgeous and grieving and agatha knows only two ways of loving anyone, both of them ending in death.

" i knew what you were going through. i remember - " this is wrong, this is against every instinct she has ever had, but zelda's snare is fraying at its edges and god, if agatha can be honest with herself for even a single fucking second, she doesn't want to lose anyone else. " - thinking, 'fuck, it should have been me'. she's a bitch that way, you know. of course you know. "

[auntiezelda]

SEMI-SERIOUS PLAYFIGHTS THAT END WITH ONE PERSON PINNED TO THE FLOOR/WALL AND ACCIDENTAL FURIOUS KISSING THO

[auntiezelda]

Zelda stood there, gaping at her daughter as her thoughts ran amok, and the girl's easy smile did nothing to tame her horror. Part of her wanted to think her daughter was having a laugh. She could easily see her being mischievous enough given whatever stunt she did that brought her here. The thought didn't surprise her nearly as much as the news of her former death; in fact, she felt as though she should have expected it.

"You've died before and yet you look young enough to barely have any tenure as a student. I must be a terrible mother to have let that happen." Now that thought disappointed her.

"Oh Hecate, no," Sabrina immediately assured her, eyes widening at the thought. "Absolutely not. Never. I mean, I have died before but that was..." Sabrina gave a shrug, scrunching her nose with awkwardness at the whole situation. "Something else. You didn't do it." Well, not technically anyway, she thought, even though her aunt had been the one to cut the blade across her chest, to bleed her out to save everyone. But then Zelda had also been the one to get her back.

"And you know, there is no death for witches, only transformation," she quoted with a smile.

[auntiezelda]

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

[auntiezelda]

Zelda was momentarily stunned by the maternal gesture. It was easily noted that Zelda had more memories of her doing such things for Sabrina than she had memories of her actual mother treating her in such a way, and Zelda found the thought made her feel uncertain somehow, unbalanced. Yet she didn't comment nor did she swat Lilia away, as she might Hilda.

"Oh that won't be a problem given I have no intention of ever using the damn thing," she scoffed. "Hecate will watch over us, and I'll never be tempted to call upon an Iwa or whatever it is that he said. I'm sure there are strings attached anyhow."

She knew little to nothing about Baron Samedi beyond the absolute basics, but one thing she did know was that he would offer her no miraculous favor without something in return. And she could barely begin to imagine what he would actually want from her.

Lilia moved closer, taking a seat next to where Zelda had decided to indulge in her heartbreak. Reaching out, she neatened a few strands of the woman's hair, tucking them away from where her tears had stuck them to her cheek. She might be the high priestess of the coven, and had lived centuries, but she still was half Lilia's age, and she couldn't help but sometimes feel a little maternal towards her and Hilda both. Whether Zelda liked it or not.

"She would answer you?" Lilia repeated back to her with a frown, figuring out just what that meant. Communication? Or an offer? A favour that Zelda could call on if she needed to. But there was only one kind of favour that you would ever need to call in with an Iwa of the Dead. There's only one thing you would ever ask of any being connected to Death; to bring someone back.

"Don't lose the box," she instructed firmly, sensing it would be needed at some point, one way or the other. "And don't shake it before you need to."

[auntiezelda]

I have a little writing buddy

[auntiezelda]

With a roll of her eyes, Zelda stood to refill her glass. With her back turned away from the other woman, she let her expression fall. She was tired, exhausted if she were honest, of trying to keep herself together. She wasn't sure she had the life left in her to spend quality time with anyone, let alone Agatha Harkness. But at least Agatha was agreeing to her terms and not putting up a fight Zelda wasn't certain she'd win.

No fighting, no challenging. She simply didn't have it in her. Sustaining herself with whisky and cigarettes only was perhaps not the best way to go into this clear death trap, but it would have have to do. She couldn't stomach much else for long nowadays.

"I should be concerned by your acquiescence. Lucky for you I don't care about anything else anymore." Returning to her seat, Zelda crossed one leg over the other and sighed. "I presume it won't be just us two. So who else have you ensnared?"

IT IS AN EXHILARATING PROSPECT, to come into zelda's own home and put her so far on the back foot. for centuries they have circled each other, a give and take built upon so much idle temptation, but for what is perhaps the first time in their long and storied acquaintance, agatha feels as though she has hit on the core of something real here. [ something she can use until she wrings the last drop from it - a kind of common ground that carries depth. that breeds, if tended carefully, a measure of trust. ]

victory breaks over her features in a sly smile, and in the interest of dissolving the tension, softening the vulnerability, she says: " if you want a little quality time with me, dear, you can just say that. "

still, she recognises the importance of this, zelda's foremost condition - she opens up her body, hand slung wide in acquiescence, head tilted down. " just you. got it. anything else? "

[auntiezelda]

Her eyes growing wide, Zelda sat in disbelief for a moment before beginning to laugh. "That's very funny. You got me. Stunned me silent for a second there," she said with a shake of her head and looked back to the box. "So what's in the box," she asked, taking the box into her hand and opening it. Zelda was convinced her heart had literally skipped a beat upon seeing the ring. "What.." She looked to Agatha now, a dazed look upon her face.

Agatha couldn't help the laugh that came from her lips at Zelda's comment. She wanted to a play a game, fine, she'll up her one. She fidgets in one of the pockets and pulls out a small box. "Marry me." Time to call the High Priestess bluff.

[auntiezelda]

my baby