#feemarraine

[lescarnetsdemissclara]

La fée marraine, paper creation, avIlable in Missclara.bigcartel.com #petitpeuple #godmother #feemarraine #goodfairy #fairart #magicworld #moremagic #missclara#paperartist (à Bordeaux, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd3lpXSMC9F/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cormacormac]

@feemarraine​

These were the tasks that really ruffled Che’s feathers. This was the shit that was just demeaning, not only for him but for whoever the errand was for. Yes he was an errand boy at best but most of the time he got to go out and be as stealthy as the liquid night, he got in places he should never have imagined existed and he spoke to people the likes you would never dream up. And then there was delivering a toothbrush to Farishka’s ex wife. He used a facecloth to carry it because he wasn’t stupid enough to think this bad boy hadn’t been tampered with and he didn’t even want to think about where it might have been before he was instructed to lift it and return it. 

He bounced back and forth like he was dribbling a soccer ball as he rapped on the door to the familiar apartment. He knew the ins and outs of this place, having previously had to break in at least once... though he didn’t know if Ida knew abou any of that. If she didn’t he sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her. 

It occurred to him as he stood on the welcome mat that he still had her number and could have called ahead, at least to find out if she was in. Stupid Che. He didn’t want to be holding this toothbrush any longer than he had to.

[lostmason]

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

Luke doesn’t let a lot of people know, but he really, really, really loves breakfast at all times of the day. If he could have pancakes or waffles for every meal, he would. And if he’s ever given free rein in a kitchen that’s all he’ll make for anyone willing to sit down long enough for a meal.

[isabeldumas]

“I need the strongest drink you can make me. Please work your magic” she said plopping against the empty bar stool before leaning against the counter. Her day had been going rather well today. Her and Casper had a nice breakfast before she headed off to work. They made a nice couple of sales before she had to leave for the day to take her father to his oncologist appointment. The news wasn’t what she had wanted to hear and Mauricio was completely checked out. She felt incredibly alone in processing everything and all she wanted was a drink to numb the raging thoughts in her mind at the moment. “How are you Ida? Anything wonderful going on in your life today? I could use some good news right about now.” Isabel would happily absorb anything good from the other in a second.  @feemarraine

[jcvimoreno]

Top 5 hottest people in town?

“I don’t see what’s the point, but fine. Carrie, Ida, Abigail, Danielle and Ella.”

( @carriepope, @feemarraine, @twistedlove, @violentgallows, @meliorist )

[harrietredding]

@feemarraine​

Harriet had settled down at her kitchen island to await for Ida whom had voiced her hope to come by sometime during the week after the wake to bring by food and drinks. While she could have done without the food, she had only agreed because of the alcohol and company. While the redhead had returned to work the day after the wake, she was far from functioning at her normal capacity. Guilt and grief had worn her down and darkened her word — which was precisely why she needed a little bit of sunshine. Thankfully, the kind woman whom she called her friend would help with that. At the knock on the door, Harriet left her phone on the island and moved towards the front door. “Come in, come in,” she said on a smile as she moved aside to let Ida in. “Anything I can grab from you?” Harriet asked. While she wasn’t the type to have many people inside of her abode, she’d been raised in a rich household that had thought her matters and demonstrated the right way to host guests. “Come on, I already have glasses set up in the kitchen.”

[seethingashes]

✨ : mood board for your muse - requested by @feemarraine

he rarely smiled and when he did it was mostly through gritted teeth. he lived in a cycle of anger and guilt of his own creation, and he lived in it alone.

[desiderium-eden-a]

Magic Grandma 1: Noelle

Doodle Concept: Noelle and her husband Niklaus

Noelle is one of the 3 Feemarraine sisters, a trio of witches famed for their talents in enchantments and their benevolent magic. Many found them quite suiting of their family name.

Noelle specialized in sugar and baking magic. Often seen using a wooden spoon or lollipop as a wand of sorts.

Magic Includes:

Conjuring sweets

Using magic to bake (mix the ingredients, bake and decorate)

Telekinesis (limited to sweets and ingredients for sweets)

Enchanted baked goods and candy (varying effects)

Making sugar sculptures

Not too sure about her backstory, but I imagine her and her sisters maybe being immortal for a time until she met her future husband when he came to work for her sister’s toy shop. They grew closer and he began coming to her bakery and sweets shop more and more. He used to be much thinner until he came to her shop. She then gave up her immortality to grow old with him and her sisters followed her example. The two now run a foster home.

She may be keeping her magic a secret. Maybe Niklaus knows? But she still makes enchanted sweets to help soothe the children under her care.

Noelle likes to joke that she is everyone’s grandma.

[feemarraine]

historyofsophia​:

On her days off, usually the days she had class, Sophia was a regular at the library. She couldn’t afford any of her textbooks during summer break so she was using the copy the library held but didn’t allow students to borrow. Most of the time she’d snap pages with her phone or photocopy them so she could take them home with her. Other times she’d curl up and read her homework in between duty rows of books. Today however she’d been working on one of her essays for class by concuring a table all to herself after her class finished at 10am. She’d opened a bunch of boxes and started piecing together things on her laptop and scribbing notes down in her journal. 

It was now midafternoon and Sopfia wasn’t quite sure exactly when Ida joined her but she was no longer alone. Her books had been stacked up to one side except for the last one she had been idly going through for the last hour. It wasn’t uncommon for the pair to be found studying together, sometimes it was nice to have company even when you’re in your own little world. More times than not they’d end up sneaking food, or in this case openly share a container of almonds and grapes Sophia had put on the table a while back. 

As she gave in to her boredom of reading the same paragraph a dozen times over she looked to the other, craning around her laptop. “Whatcha doing?” She asked in a musical tone, grinning at the other clearly wanting to both distract and be distracted. 

@feemarraine​

School had, if she was being honest, never been Ida’s strong suit; what Kate had won in the genetic lottery of studiousness and intelligence, Ida had been granted congeniality and the ability to do a lot of flips. One led one to early acceptance to Cornell, the other to the head of a cheerleading pyramid. As she got older, however, Ida realized the importance of school, of doing the right things at the right time to get to places she wanted to go—especially when those places were far, far away from Middlebury, VT. So she’d gone for her undergrad, and was nearing completion of her graduate when she’d thrown all that progress away and headed to Grimmbrook, thinking herself some Veronica Mars-wannabe. 

In actuality, the move had only set her back at least a year in her studies, and now, she was busting her ass in the quad of Grimmbrook U like she was eighteen when she very, very much wasn’t. It had, however, landed her in the company of Sophia, whom she found interesting and studious and a good study partner, and so it wasn’t all bad, really. Also, Sophia provided good snacks on their designated snack days; when Ida baked, after Ella, Sophia had become something of her guinea pig for trying new recipes. 

Glancing up at a clearly daydreaming Sophia, who had quite obviously lost interest in the essay she’d said she was writing by this point, Ida chortled, plucking a nut loose from the container and popping it in her mouth. “Brainstorming,” she admitted, chewing, and then, for added measure, clarified as she swallowed: “Not about this paper, though. Obviously.”

She eyed Sophia’s heap of books and journals, and then her own blank laptop screen, and sighed. Overhead, the early summer’s sun had cast itself beautifully upon them. “Have you already given up on yours, too?” She couldn’t help but groan a little. Summer semester was the worst. The most beautiful weather and the most strenuous schedule to accompany  it. Between this and the pub, she was fraying at the edges. She was grateful to have Sophia’s company, at least. “How far’d you get?”