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PROMPTS FROM PRACTICAL MAGIC *  assorted dialogue from the 1998 film, adjust as necessary

sometimes i feel like there's a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn.

be careful what you wish for.

wish you could believe in me.

we have to banish him.

he wants me. just me.

what was that, [name]?

you know what? i wished for you, too.

let him take me.

the nudity is entirely optional.

it wasn't me, it was you.

we'll grow old together.

can love really travel back in time and heal a broken heart?

i think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean.

don't die on me, [name], please.

i bet we even die on the same day.

of course you're going to see me again.

hang on to your husbands, girls.

what wouldn't i do... for the right guy?

i have this dream of being whole, of not going to sleep each night, wanting.

i took an oath to uphold the law.

life is perfect.

don't do that.

i'd like to think so.

i have never asked you for anything.

i feel like i'm never going to see you again.

what are you doing?

i came here to bring in the bad guy because generally that's what i do.

sometimes when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, i dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

i just want someone to love me.

i want to be seen.

please do this for me. please?

hold on just a goddamn second. one step at a time.

that's how you came to live with us.

everything is just so blissfully normal.

i wish you could see us.

they like to meddle in people's love lives.

thought you never wanted to fall in love.

you're saying what i'm feeling is just one of your spells?

fall in love whenever you can.

when you find yourself the center of attention... it's not that they hate you. it's that... well. we're different.

you have the worst taste in men.

i was born with them.

since when is being a slut a crime in this family?

you ever put your arms out and spin really, really fast?

maybe i had my happiness.

you promised me that.

so what kind of... uh... craft do you do.

yeah. it's not real.

curses only have power when you believe them. and i don't.

all i want is a normal life.

that's the point.

yeah, well, you know. all relationships have problems.

that's what love is like. it makes your heart race. it turns the world upside down.

when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue?

well... it's what i want.

now that was me.

i don't want them dancing naked under the full moon.

the guy i dreamed of doesn't exist.

is that why they wanted to hang her? because she's a witch?

i don't even mind the beard.

there's a little witch in all of us.

what was that?

i'll tell you all you need to know.

one step at a time.

you think he's dead?

is he cute?

you came for breakfast? we're having pancakes!

what's wrong? cat got your tongue?

someday you'll explain this all to me.

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just to let y'all know that i am primarily rping over on discord!! i will still be here just less frequently 🫶 mutuals can ofc ask for my discord at any time

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#HORORICIDE is an independent private, selective and low-activity roleplay blog middle aged WLW muses. We're multi-everything here. NSFW themes will be present. Do not follow if you are under 18

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no one:

me, adding every single woman from agatha all along to my muse list:

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Agatha All Along 1x07 "Death's Hand in Mine"

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asking nicely was about as integral to lois lane's being as subtlety. she opens her mouth to say something — but he gets there first. she presses her lips together, clasps her hands by her sides and nods. she wasn't going to give up an opportunity to take an in when it was offered. "do you have any coffee?" she asks, stepping into the hallway after him.

"o-kay." lois looks over her shoulder to the door; only to judge how he lived. "so who do you work for?" she asks.

the agent fiddled with his keys, his hands calloused from all the fighting an agent like him goes through on a regular basis. as he unlocked his door, he turned to look at her. “ you know if you wanted an interview, you just needed to ask nicely. “ he spoke with his british accent, he was bound to get the ‘James Bond’ stereotype sooner or later.

he would invite her in. “ would you like to come in for a green tea at least? I won’t leave you out in the cold if that’s what you are thinking. “ hearing her questions, he formulated answers as if he was speaking to higher ups, plausible deniability.

“ I don’t work for luthor or any of the pompous people you might know. too much of a footprint & I don’t like the unnecessary heat/attention from them. “ he chuckled, as this was true. those that were in the public eye were indeed too much for him to work with & preferred to stick to the shadows.

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i think it might be time for a mini revamp

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nat plucks the cigarette out of jackie's fingers and takes a drag. longer this time. when she's done, she doesn't hand it back, but keeps it perched between her fingers. chipped black nail polish and tiny scratches from a fall she'd taken on the field earlier that evening framed by smoke. she rests her forehead against the very bottom of the window like she's considering climbing out. it wouldn't be the first time, nor the last. "yeah. whose aren't," she echoes.

everyone was fascinated by jackie taylor. to nat, that much is just a fact. but she wonders if anyone else is fascinated for the right reasons. for the way she seems intent to claw her way out of the bubble she had been born into. then there was nat; sometimes desperate to claw her way in — but every time it would pop and she'd fall back down to earth. she'd wake up on a mattress that was older than she was under a roof of peeling paint and cracking plasterboard to the sound of her mother coughing in the other room.

when she woke up here it was... more peaceful. even the silences in her own house were loaded. a house. never really a home. after a long pause, she takes another drag and turns to face jackie completely. her jacket flops open slightly, slinking down her shoulder as she rests her arm on a bent knee. "there's a party tomorrow. some college kids." where they could be anonymous and cool. "you want to go?"

There's a scoff that threatens to slip out, a protest on how she already is relaxed, thank you very much poised on the tip of her tongue - but one look at that smile, brighter than anything Jackie's ever seen from Nat before, and it all dies halfway up her throat. All Jackie is, then, is quiet, perfectly still until the cigarette is offered her way. Jackie plucks it from Nat's fingers and slots it between her own, bringing it to her lips and inhaling with practiced ease.

Something about that feels strangely intimate this time, in a way even their kisses weren't: holding in nearly the same breath Nat just had deep in her lungs, before instinct finally forces her out the window to let it go. Just in time, too, given the snort that follows Nat's observation. "'Kind of's' putting it nicely," she shoots back, arm extended to hand the cigarette back to Nat again as she sits back up properly. "But, yeah. Don't think my mom'd know chill if it hit her in the face, and Dad..."

Well. He may not be as bad as her mother, but he rarely stepped in and stopped her. Not enough to stop Jackie from starving herself, or from shoving every last piece of authenticity down as far as she could just to keep them both happy a little while longer. "But, like - whose aren't though, right?"

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"sure, i'll take bitch, but what did i lie about this time?"

— @expositicn's agatha ❤ for a one liner | new call

❝Uh, I don't know... maybe because you're a lying bitch!❞

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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what if u sent me memes rn

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AUBREY PLAZA as RIO VIDAL in 01x01 "Seekest Thou the Road" AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024)

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Imam Al-Ghazali // Tennessee Williams

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plotting call !

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plotting call !

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