#the witchy cat blog series

[noblechaton]

hi. this is a post about Miraculous Ladybug - but also a post about me too. I've been on this bug and cat train since just about the beginning and getting to where we are now has made me kinda look back on it all - the show and myself so. I'mma ramble for a bit, pretty long post. gets kinda personal too

also there is like. no complaining or salt or anything like that in this post. adding this on in case anyone gets the wrong idea

like I said I've been here since roughly the beginning - not quite the first episode but close enough I feel, def within that first year or so. I've seen every episode (except "Felix" somehow. lmao, and the Shanghai special) and written countless words for this batch of furry doofuses, made countless posts that range from jokes to genuine analysis and spent what could probably be medically determined to be an unhealthy and maybe illegal amount of brainpower on the series as a whole, through the ups and downs, the fandom drama and leaks

and I know plenty of people who have fallen off for one reason or another - they didn't like the progression of the story, how things were being handled here or there, or they simply drifted from it for whatever reason. I kinda felt that way for a time, that I might be growing apart from the series as hiatus after hiatus built and my interests veered more towards other stuff, from wrestlemen to the witchy. it's scared me in the past, that I might stop loving the show, but with the S5 finale having hit and the major storyline that's been the thrust of the series mostly concluded I kinda realized something that I've kinda known for a long while

I'll never let it go, not entirely, and I'll never grow completely past it or beyond it - Miraculous is sort of a part of me

see, 8 years ago I was....drifting in a different way. I was losing touch with the people I held dearest, those irl friends I'd managed to maintain through school were fading fast and slowly I found myself almost alone, totally and completely. suddenly all the voices I'd been happily smothered by for years were just. gone. a few remained here and there, but it was fragmented if not completely cut off before too long and, well, I was scared

I was, for all intents and purposes, alone

but....then I started to watch this show that'd been recommended to me a few times, from before the voices faded. I'd written it off bc I didn't really care for CG shows, they always felt so empty and weird to me at the time, but the season was still ongoing and it wasn't as if I had much else to do, so I watched this episode called Stormy Weather and, not to sound too dramatic, but my life sorta changed

I loved it from the start, the style, the banter, the story. the animation was shockingly good, it felt alive. the characters were a total treat to see interact, the designs all but perfect to my eye. I got immediately hooked and only went further in the more I watched. slowly but surely I caught up on what was out there, watched what was coming out and at the same time, I sorta....reinvented myself, too, bc of this show

I made this blog, spread my wings a bit and tested some waters here and there in ways totally different from what I'd done before - I wasn't always Noble, yanno - and though it horrified me as someone that's just. terrible at talking to people, at making friends and forming connections, I still did what I could - I basically did what I did to get my first crush's attention actually, in that I just sorta danced and made a clown out of myself. we dated for 12 hours, funnily enough, didn't last. hope she's doing well. anyway

all that dancing, as it were, eventually caught the eye of someone I still consider one of my best friends to this day, who back then slowly hooked me up with who have since become some of my other best friends - I have a lotta best friends, okay? but the bond we've formed, though most of them are sorta on the outs with the show and despite us all being busy lately, it meant a lot to me - they mean a lot to me. they've....saved me, genuinely. I'm sure you can pick up the subtext here, but just as well, the show saved me, too

because I kept bumping into more people and forming connections as a result of this shared interest in a silly French cartoon, my confidence changed - I started behaving more like my senior year self in that nothing really stopped me, I didn't feel as shy or bashful or timid. soon I found myself in servers, talking with names I'd never imagined knocking up against, getting into contact with people I'd otherwise never dreamed of talking with, much less becoming friends with

now I have this web of people in my life, people I trust and care for that are amazing creators, amazing people both inside and outside of fandom, now I'm close to or otherwise good friends with a list of names that could take up most of this post if I started rambling them off. and just like that, I'd found myself a home again, I felt like I belonged somewhere again, there were voices again and the silence was gone

and I still struggle sometimes, we all do, I'm not as creative on here as I want to be - and I look to change that soon bc deep down I do believe in my ability now, something that wasn't true some few years ago - and I still struggle to talk with some of those I want to befriend, but I have talked to most of them, I've engaged on a level I never could just a few years back and....I have people I can turn to again, that I trust and love. that I hope love me too, y'know, not romantically or anything just, familial? friendly? you understand, I'm sure, anyway, point is, I was terribly alone for a long while, and gradually I've found myself in a place I find comfort in again, surrounded by friends that I'd do anything for

and it's all because of Miraculous, a show I still love

yeah there's been ups and downs, things I've liked a ton and didn't care much for, but I'm still with the show - I will be with the show. I thought season 5 was maybe the best of the bunch, at least on par with S1 imo, I'm stupidly excited about season 6 despite not being so sure of it just a few months ago. and above all else I just love watching it, posting about it and creating for it. it gets so much hate, I know there's constant discourse and there are genuine issues with it, but....again, I love it, I'll always love it. even if I drift away, if my interests shift or things take a turn, for any issue I take with the show myself, I think I'll always love this show, thick or thin

because this show saved me, it's made me a better person and gave me a life I'd once feared I'd lost, and for as silly as all of this might sound I'll always be grateful to that bug and cat team

anyway. that's enough sap from me for a bit, just kinda retrospective in light of the finale, kinda crazy to think about where I was 8 years back compared to now tbh. and not just the whole "oh yeah I'm a girl" thing lol

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I love tarot, and I love learning about tarot with other people! To facilitate this, I have two post series I'm working on:

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Give me some good romance book recs please

Thank you so much for the ask, but you have got the wrong blog 😂

I don’t read very much strictly romance, to be quite honest. But I have read a couple good ones more recently, so I’ll share those!

Beach Read has a really rounded story and a grumpy black-cat MMC, so I loved it!

And Back in a Spell: it’s third in a series BUT you don’t need to have read the others to understand the world building. There’s a queer FMC, a non-binary love interest, and general witchiness and PHENOMENAL worldbuilding!

So, sorry there aren’t more! Hope you enjoy!

[fruityuncleskeletor]

I posted 984 times in 2022

That's 984 more posts than 2021!

226 posts created (23%)

758 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@vegasandhishedgehog

@therealblessedaffliction

@urheartsamess

@la-fourmi

@asliceofoceanmist

I tagged 291 of my posts in 2022

#vegas theerapanyakul - 125 posts

#pete saengtham - 93 posts

#vegas - 89 posts

#vegaspete - 89 posts

#pete - 66 posts

#kinnporsche the series - 58 posts

#kpts - 53 posts

#kinnporsche - 50 posts

#build jakapan puttha - 38 posts

#fic - 31 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

#or the minor family home guards having to unsee vegas' dick out as he returned home with his wet pants in hand

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

When you finally find that epic drip that feels custom made for you.

129 notes - Posted August 18, 2022

#4

More late night thoughts about Vegas and Pete

I was thinking about Vegas and about the way Gun raised and beat him into becoming a weapon; I was thinking about his office, which is a front decorated with shiny shit by someone who secretly and desperately wants to be discovered and found interesting enough to dwell on. I was thinking of how the Bond villain attire is strictly mafia and stricly work gear, Vegas himself being a snuggly PJs kind of man. I was thinking of how his family did to Vegas what many people do to pitbulls - take a very mellow and protective nature and twist it into something hideous and then BLAME the animal for how it was trained and for being too good at carrying out his master's orders. And then in walked Pete.

I saw your witchy shit. I saw your BDSM gear. Cool decor, bro. You need love. You're doing your best. You're a good son. You don't have to compare yourself with others. Like on those shows where they rescue abused dogs, they cower or try to bite when they see a hand approach because they are used to the beatings, but when the hand pats the head, the dogs wag their entire person. It takes one instance of being seen to be reset. And sure, it could be argued that this take makes Vegas too needy and pathetic, and painting him as a victim is boring and not as fun as making him be an unrepenting monster-

but I propose to you this: he is still a monster, and he's worthy of forgiveness, healing and love nonetheless.

A pitbull can still rip someone to shreds even once it becomes a beloved family pet. It just chooses not to. And Pete is like that one person who stops in front of the cage at the shelter where the most scarred and gnarly dog sits, ignored by families and young couples, Pete looks and says "I'm the only thing between you and the gas chamber, but I can deal with you, I can take your anger because you and me, we're the same." And the scarred and mean looking dog gets to go home with a human, and sleep on a soft bed. Not even God can save whoever is reckless enough to threaten his human.

Then, what does it say about Pete, a man hardened by a life of poverty, abuse, and intense violence, who still, even when pushed to his limits, can look at a man and say "yep, needs love" ?

172 notes - Posted November 16, 2022

#3

I made this because it's mixing two of my favourite things: the Black cat bring good luck video and VegasPete. This one needs the sound on.

182 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

Not these stale takes on Vegas again

I was reading a thread on reddit and someone was saying that Vegas is a chronic loser, that he always loses out to Kinn, that even Porsche with his one braincell knows all Vegas deserves is a hard pass. And then they had the gall to add "and he ended up with a fucking bodyguard". I've seen the post yesterday and I am still fuming. It bothered me so much that there's people who see Vegas as a loser and it made me think. While I was watching the series, I felt that for Vegas to be a credible villain, he should have gotten with Porsche FIRST, before Kinn, a la Dangerous Liaisons, but then I realised that if he had done that, sure it would have one-upped Kinn, but it would have made Vegas petty and short-sighted in his pursuits. And I like to tell myself that Porsche does find Vegas attractive, but the little self-preservation he has is begging him not to fuck around and find out because sure, Vegas is appealing and he promises a lot, but danger follows him wherever he goes and Porsche would like to live to see Chay graduate ( *cough* if Chay sees fit to get his shit together at some point *cough*). Calling Vegas a loser is looking at him through his father's eyes and choosing to ignore the fact that he is hands-on, competent, brings the skills needed to lead and is respected (and feared) by his henchmen. Kinn sits on his ass and does what daddy tells him, and when shit doesn't go his way he flashes his ring like he's in a Green Lantern movie. He wins just by showing up. On a level, I also think Vegas was sabotaging his attempts to get with Porsche just to stick it to Kinn because I can't imagine he approved of the plan since it came from his bitch-ass dad and it was in poor taste. I cannot, for the life of me, imagine that Vegas, perceptive and good at reading people Vegas, failed to see that his sad meow-meow cursed prince act would not work on Porsche, who loves to be the princess in every scenario and who is looking for a hero with big firm tiddies he can dramatically faint on. I also don't think Vegas is a loser AT ALL. Sure, he didn't beat Kinn at... *checks notes* being trapped in the mafia and under Korn's foot? And he "ended up" with the best, most interesting and hottest character on the show, who also happens to be compatible with him and loves him back... wow, such tragedy (that I would also like to experience)!

Look how in love he is. Pete is the best thing that happened to him, at the right time too. That's not losing and going home with scraps to me.

268 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I like to imagine this is Vegas' dating app profile pic and that those sacks are full of cocaine.🥳

429 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

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[strigascattus]

Altars: How to Create Your Own (BOS series pt. 4)✨

Considering making an altar but you’re unsure of where to start? Well this post is here to to help you! I will cover the basics of building an altar. When you build an altar you can’t really go wrong, it’s something for you to take control of decide for your yourself.

What is an Altar?

A good place to start when looking into building an altar is to know exactly what an altar is. Essentially an altar is your place of power and where a lot of your magical work will take place. They can also be places to workshop or show reverence to your defies or to a spirit. The uses of altars are endless, and they’re all unique to the individual and the purpose they’re making it for.

There are different types of altars and different themes. Don’t feel like you can only have your altar up during specific times. If it’s a personal altar then let it stay up all year! Me personally, I like to leave mine up year long, and I like to add a little bit of decorations during the different sabbath to celebrate. My altar is set up to honor the the elements (with spirit) along side my goddess Bastet.

This is not an inclusive list by any means. As I stated above, there are endless of types of altars and even subcategories for types. The kind of altar you make is completely up to you, so don’t feel like these are your only options.

house altar🏡- This is the energy center of the house and is an altar for the entire family to use/draw power from. Usually this altar is located in the center of the house or the living room so that it is accessible to everyone. These altars often change with the season, and have some sort of object or item to represent each member of the family.

personal altar💞- Usually only connected to one of two people, and most often kept in the bedroom or closet. This type of altar is very personal to the person who makes it, often representing everything that they love and have passion for. It’s full of things like personal items, patron deity statues, anything that has value to them.

working altar💰- This is an altar that is usually only put up when it’s needed. Used mostly for spell work and spell casting. It’s unique to the spell and intention. When building this kind of altar, think carefully about every aspect of it and how it can add to and enhance your spell.

shrine ⭐️- A type of altar made to honor a specific (type of) deity or spirit. These usually have things like idols on them and a space to give offerings. When building this kind of altar, work closely with the being who it’s meant to honor. Figure out what they like or don’t like.

travel altar✈️- Often seen in mint canisters, these are a small collection of trinkets or items that you carry daily or only during extended stays and you want to keep a magical connection. Use things that you care about, but are also easy to replace incase anything ever goes missing.

Supplies You’ll need or Want

Below is a list of some really basic supplies that you’re probably going to want when building your altar. That doesn’t mean these things are necessary, always make sure to use what works best for you!

Flat Surface- This can be anything from a windowsill to a table. Just any surface that’s flat enough to display everything properly.

Cloth- this is not only to protect your surface, but the cloth can be a sign of respect if you’re making a shrine.

Incense Burner / Oil Diffuser

Candles (and holders) / Wax Melts

Bowl- Used mostly for salt and water, but also to make offerings

Pentacle- A sign of protection, feel free to draw this on your cloth or even a piece of paper.

Cup / Chalice- Used to hold water for blessing, cleansing crystals, or to make offerings of any drinks.

Cauldron- Used to burn or mis things together

Crystals / Stones

Some other, more traditional things you’ll see on an altar are things like:

Athame- A knife used for directing energy (sometimes used as a boline as well)

Boline- A knife used to cut herbs or branches, inscribe candles or carve runs / sigils into anything

Bell- Used to call on spirits or the divine. Basically opens up communications with the spirit realm.

God and Goddess Idols- Idols representing someone’s deities

Wand- A tool used to direct energy, usually gifted to you by nature but can be bought or crafted as well

mortar and pestle- Used to grind herbs, bones, or any other materials

Building your Altar: A how to guide

The part you’re probably waiting for, just exactly how do you build your altar? There is really no direct way to build one but I can offer some basic guidelines. Never feel like this is the only way to build an altar because you can do whatever feels right to you. As long as it looks good to you, and works with your energy well.

First off, you’re going to want to think about exactly where to place your altar. Think about the energy spaces in your home and room. What is your favorite spot or place? What makes you most comfortable? You should ask I take into consideration if you have pets, or high traffic areas. If you’re going to have breakable things on your altar you don’t want your cat jumping up there, or someone bumping into to it. Think carefully about everything.

Secondly, find your surface. My first altar was on a dresser in my closet, so just about anything will work! It can be as big or small a space as you need. Currently I am using a book shelve so my cats can’t reach or break any of my items.

Next get your cloth. You can get fabric from your local craft store or Walmart. Solid colors are cheap and there are tons of them to pick from.

The next thing you’re going to want to decide is your theme, or what kind of intentions you have for your altar. You can pick a center piece that reflects this. I used candles as my centerpiece to reflect me honoring the elements and my goddess Bastet.

Now the next best thing I focus on when building my altar, are where the candles and incense burner are gonna go. Since my main focus is the elements I have placed each candle in their proper direction. If you’re working with candles always have fire safety in mind.

After that comes your tools. Things like cups, bowls, athames, and anything else you would use. Figure out where you want to put these tools that way they’re easy to access.

The next part is to add some personal belongings and really set the mood for the altar. Me personally, one of my specialties is tarot, and that is heavily reflected in my altar. I also love crystals so I’ve added crystals in the spaces between my candles. I also like to decorate around each sabbath. Currently I am transitioning from Mabon to Samhain. I also added a cat statue to honor my goddess Bastet.

Those are the basics of setting up an altar! If anyone has any questions or would like some advice, please feel free to send me a message or ask! Hopefully this will help some of you!

Blessed Be💜

-The Witchy Cat😻

[littlewinter1917]

The Familiar

Part One - The Familiar and the Unfamiliar

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Words: 10.6k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader

Summary: You live in a little cottage in the depths of the woods, where you can practice your witchy ways to your heart’s delight. Things are peaceful and quiet, until your familiar decides to bring home a stray man she’s found in the forest. He’s hurt, scared, and in dire need of help. So, at her insistence, you take him in begrudgingly. But things get complicated when the ghosts of the past come back to haunt you both, and tensions and feelings keep rising as an unexpected bond between you and Eddie grows ever closer and tighter.

Or: Your cat and familiar tries her paws at playing matchmaker and actually succeeds by picking out the most pathetic guy (affectionate), she could find in the woods.

Warnings: A lot of hurt/comfort and fluff! Minor mentions of injuries and being sick, but nothing explicit. Talks about nightmares, past deaths, trauma and multiple witch hunts. Swearing, witchcraft and a talking pet/monster. Some tensions, mutual pinning, secret longing and major slow burn. There’s a small fight and a little bit of angst (with a happy ending though!) Mentions of guilt & grief - but above all healing! It’s implied that the reader isn’t quite human, and that they lost all of their family in a tragic way. This Story does contain spoilers for Season 4.

A/N: I Got the idea for this story after listening to Familiar by Agnes Obel, and Widowspeak’s cover of Wicked Game.

The story is also written with a gender neutral reader in mind, so that anyone who wants to can hopefully enjoy this little story! 🎃

Read the story on AO3 here.

My blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI 🔞 Don't reposed my work anywhere.

Eddie cannot believe his eyes. 

He must be hallucinating, he thinks.

Maybe it’s the lack of sleep, or the fact that the consistent cold creeping into his bones is making him feel slightly out of it.

Either way, he has to do a double take when he sees a small, black cat peeking through a line of trees, before strutting right towards him. 

The discovery wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary in the small town of Hawkins, but he’s currently somewhere in the deep, dark parts of the local woods instead.

And he hasn’t witnessed a single sign of life for a while now - apart from a few fleeting birds and the occasional rustle of branches, indicating some startled rodent that’s scared off by his arrival.

And Eddie can’t blame them; not when he looks like he’s been through hell and back.

Feels like it too, if he’s honest, and in some way he kind of has.

He couldn’t have predicted that Jason and his gang would catch up to his hide-out that quickly. 

Couldn’t have predicted that he would be running and stumbling through the woods for a couple of hours at the very least; if the golden rays of the afternoon sun are anything to go by. 

He’s most definitely lost and slightly hurt, but that’s still significantly better than being dead or locked into prison for a crime he didn’t even commit. 

But alas, he has to make do with what he’s got, which is admittedly, very little. 

It’s been raining non-stop for the better half of the day, and he’s soaked through to the bone. His left foot has also been a pain in the ass ever since he slipped and twisted his ankle earlier; and the last proper meal he had – if two handful of cereal even count as such – was in the waking hours of this morning, because he couldn’t sleep, again. 

Go figure. 

That was hours before he noticed a foreign car approaching. 

Jason’s car, to be exact. 

And from there on out he’s been on the run ever since, only starting to slow down a little while ago, because his foot is really not having it, and he’s been feeling so dizzy lately, that parts of the forest start swaying right in front of his eyes every now and then, but always with an increasing intensity. 

So, when a regular black housecat starts to suddenly appear in front of him, it’s only natural for Eddie to think that he might be seriously losing it for good now.

Why his mind would conjure up a black cat out of all things, though, is not something he has an answer to either.

It’s only when the cat starts walking little loops around his feet, occasionally bumping it’s head softly against his leg, that Eddie gets pulled out of his racing thoughts. Because this cat, to his surprise, seems very much real.

At least, he thinks it is if his sensory experiences are still somewhat reliable. 

He finds himself crouching down slightly, holding out his hand carefully in an attempt not to scare the small animal off. Surprisingly, the cat lets itself be pet, purring lightly and bumping its head against his hand in a playful manner, whenever he pauses his movement for a moment. 

“Where did you come from, buddy?” Eddie whispers, still trying to figure out why a black housecat cat would show up in the middle of a forest. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re part of the local police force,” he mumbles after a small pause, and for a split second he thinks that the cat almost looks a little offended at his joke, before it’s bumbling his hand again, the small body almost vibrating with a deep purr. 

“Are you lost too, little friend?” He inquires, his touch still gentle, and an understanding smile on his lips.

You and me both, buddy, he thinks.

With the cat almost in his lap, he’s able to get a better look at it too. The cat seems to be female, if Eddie isn’t completely mistaken, and she’s blessed with piercing green eyes. 

She’s been nibbling softly on one of his fingers, as he continues to pet her, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she decides to jumps up, seemingly running off, before stopping a few feet away from him. 

“Where are you going, kitty?” Eddie inquires, surprise etched on his features, and, as much as he hates to admit it, his heart sinks a little at the idea of being all alone again, too. 

But instead of vanishing into the sheer endless line of trees, the cat stays where she’s standing, looking back at Eddie expectantly and letting out an impatient meow. 

It's almost as if the cat is waiting for him to follow her lead, Eddie thinks, before shaking his head. He really is losing it now. 

Still, he finds himself walking up to the animal slowly. But as soon as he’s almost by her side, the cat is rushing a few steps forward again, before looking back at him once more, waiting for him to catch up, before the same thing repeats itself. 

Again. 

And again. 

And again, again. 

Eddie himself cannot quite explain why he feels the urge to follow the cat, despite having no idea where she’s going, or what exactly is going on.

This could be the start of a horror movie, for all he knows. 

Except he’s already kind of trapped in a real-life horror movie anyway, so how much worse can it get, really?

Eddie doesn’t want to jinx it, but he’s pretty sure that his day cannot get any worse, because there’s hardly any room for growth on the ‘this day was really shit’ scale.

He’s not sure how long he’s been following the cat, but he’s exhausted either way.

It doesn’t help that his surroundings looks all the same to him. Just an endless sea of trees.

He could have been walking in circles and he didn’t know. 

Still wouldn’t. 

But he’s also convinced that he’s officially lost it, because he swears that the cat has been slowing down a little, trying to match her pace to his, and sometimes he even thinks she’s giving him an encouraging meow. 

He’s not sure how much longer he can wander around like that, though. 

When he tells the cat about his need for a break, the only answer he gets is another soft meow, before she’s tugging on one of his shoelaces lightly, trying to get him to move forward, and that’s that. 

The cat has decided that the journey continues, Eddie thinks with a subtle shake of his head.

Maybe this is all some kind of fever dream, and Eddie should probably brace himself for the unsuspected twist where it turns into a nightmare again, because all his dreams lately are; if he manages to fall asleep, that is. 

He thinks that maybe he should let the cat know that he knows now that none of this is real; it can’t be, not with the way the black feline shook her head earlier, when he asked it if this was a secret ploy to get him to turn into some cat food.

It’s like she actually understands him, but that’s impossible. 

Next thing he knows, she’ll start talking too. Eddie can’t help but laugh a little at that idea. 

Talking cats. 

Somehow, on a scale of disbelieving things concerning everything in the cursed town of Hawkins, that isn’t even the craziest thing he can think of. 

He’s about to tell the cat about it, when suddenly he sees it. 

It’s a big shape between a line of trees in the distance, and it takes him a second to realize what exactly he’s looking at, but once he does, he shakes his head with much more vigor. 

“No!” He states, determined while taking a few stumbling steps back. 

The cat just looks at him with questioning eyes, before tugging on his jeans softly, trying to get him to move towards the object again.

“Oh, absolutely not!”

Because the unusual shape in the woods is nothing but a small little cottage. 

And an abandoned shed would have been just fine with Eddie, but there’s warm light seeping through some of the windows, which means that somebody lives there. 

Either that, or it’s haunted by ghosts with an insatiable hunger for coziness even in death. 

He’s not sure what’s worse. 

The cat tugs on his jeans again, and this time Eddie decides to crouch down, hoping that an eye-to-eye conversation with her will erase any lingering misunderstandings.

“Listen, I cannot go there, okay? I appreciate you trying to help me, but you obviously don’t know who I am! The whole town is looking for me, and whoever lives inside this cottage might know about it too. They’ll just call the cops and then that’s it!”

The cat contemplates him for a second, head slightly tilted, before going back to tugging on his jeans once more.

And then, without another word, she’s quickly turning around, sprinting off into the direction of the cottage, and Eddie sighs. 

He can’t believe he’s even considering it, but he decides to get just a little bit closer to the house, so he can see who lives there, maybe. 

He’s surrounded by so many trees, that there are more than plenty of options to hide behind, and the slowly growing darkness of the impending night is also nothing but an added benefit for him.

He watches as the cat struts through the tiny garden, before jumping up the steps to the poach of the cottage. 

It’s a nice little house, he has to admit, as he peaks past the tree he’s leaning on, trying to get a better look without being seen. 

He’s not sure who exactly he expects to live in such a place, but when the door opens up and he sees the figure of a person stepping out, he truly thinks he’s lost his mind. 

You feel your familiar’s presence before she’s even on the steps of the poach. 

Weirdly enough, she’s been lingering around the house for a while now, you notice, but you don’t pay it too much mind, as you’re still occupied with the finishing touches for both your and your cat’s dinner.  

It’s a nice, fresh stew that’s been brewing for the better half of the day, and your familiar is right on time for it too. 

She usually is, though.

Noticing her presence approaching, you make your way towards the door with quick strides. 

You know she can get into the house just fine by herself, but you like to surprise her every now and then, too. Although she can also feel your presence lingering around, just like you can pick up on hers, so the sudden opening of the door shouldn’t really come as an unsuspected revelation.

“There you are, Reaper. You’re just on time for dinner, as always.” You greet your familiar, after opening the door with a playful curtsey. 

“Do come in, my beloved friend.”

Opening the door wider, you even add a small bow, the way you imagine a fancy butler would, but to your surprise your familiar just stays seated on her spot on the wooden boards of the poach. 

“Reaps, what’s the matter this time?” You ask when she glances back into the forest, as if she’s looking for someone, or waiting, maybe. 

And then you see it, and your heart drops down deep to the wooden floors. 

Eddie cannot believe his eyes – something that unfortunately seems like a rather regular occurrence these days. 

He tried imagining a few people, who might open the door of that little cottage and reveal themselves as the owner, but never in his wildest dreams did he think it would be someone looking like an angel.

You cannot be significantly older than he is, he guesses, but you still look ethereal, dressed in simple, white gown with sparkly gold detailing that catches the surrounding light in a captivating matter.

The warm glow behind you, that continues to spill out into the growing night of the forest, illuminates not just the poach, but your frame as well. 

You look like the drawing of a saint, or some other holly figure, and Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat. 

Yeah, he’s definitely dreaming.

You feel the presence a split second before you see it; it’s a shadow peeking through behind one of the nearby trees, and you look at your familiar with confusion and a tinge of disapproval. 

“Reaper, what’s this about?” You whisper, as you try to make out what the hell is hiding behind the tree. 

But your companion is barely giving you an answer before she’s jumping down the steps of the poach again, making her way down to the figure. 

You can’t even call out any warning words, as she’s already vanishing behind the tree, and you hear a hushed voice whisper exasperated, “Hey, no! You’re going to give my hiding-spot away, kitty.”

“Already happened.” You state, crossing your arms in front of your chest defensively as you step forward on the poach, making your way towards the figure.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my parts of the forest?”

The tone of your voice is icy and accusatory, and Eddie feels himself shiver at the sound.

He comes out behind the tree with his hands held up in a docile gesture. 

“Uh, hi.” 

Eddie hopes that he doesn’t look quite as pathetic as he feels, but who is he kidding. 

He’s soaked like a poodle in a puddle, looks like one too, he supposes, and he can’t stop himself from shivering and trembling lightly. 

To top it all off, he’s growing increasingly unsteady on his feet. 

He doesn’t know where he is, doesn’t know where he should go, doesn’t know anything, really. And he’s pretty sure that makes him the very personification of pathetic right now. 

“You’re human?” You whisper, almost a bit shocked when you take in his quivering frame.

“Seriously, what is this?” You ask the cat, but all Eddie hears is a small meow as an answer. 

“Oh, absolutely not!” You answer her little quip, eyes hardening instantly.

He watches with furrowed brows as the conversation seemingly goes back and forth between you two. The cat meows and you bite something back just as quickly.

Great, Eddie thinks. You’re a whole other level of crazy, having full fletched discussions with your cat in front of a total stranger. 

What the hell is even happening anymore? 

“Reaper, I told you no!” You whisper yell, and Eddie’s eyes suddenly light up a bit at the revelation.

“Your cat’s name is Reaper?” He can’t help the hushed question from slipping out. “That’s pretty metal!” 

Now it’s your turn to furrow your brows at the shivering figure standing only a few feet away from you. 

What the hell is this guy even taking about? 

But then, before you can even confront him about it, you notice in horror that the man suddenly starts swaying slightly.

He’s going to faint, you think, small alarm bells going off in your head. And if he isn’t careful, which most people fainting usually aren’t, he’s going to fall right into your little patch of mandrake.

“Oh, for fucks sake.” You whisper, as you try to get to the guy and catch him before he can create any collateral damage to himself or your plants. 

“Hey, easy there.” You mumble while your hands come up in a steadying grip around the man’s waist. 

Good gods, he’s freezing, you think, as your fingers come in contact with his wet clothes. But the stranger only gives you his best attempt at a small, dopey smile. 

“Hi,” he whispers again, before his eyes widen in realization and panic. 

“Please don’t tell ‘em, that I-“

But before he can even finish the sentence, his eyes flutter shut in exhaustion, while he almost folds in on himself, slumping down, and you curse the gods and your familiar. 

“Reaper!” You call out, a little distressed, as you try your best to keep the stranger upright. 

“You got us into this dilemma, so you might as well help me carry him inside.”

“So, he’s staying?” Her deep voice inquires, and you don’t need to see her face to know there’s a smug smile playing on her inhumane features. 

“Well, you know I’m not that kind of a monster.” You mumble, annoyance still etched in your voice.

“He can stay until he wakes up again, but not a minute longer.”

You’re lying and you both know it.

This guy needs a lot more than just a quick rest on a couch by the mere looks of it, and even you don’t have the heart to leave a hurt stranger out in the cold woods like that.

Not when he looks like a lost poodle washed up to the shore of your little cottage. 

“You and your god damn strays.” You mutter, but Reaper barely acknowledges it. 

“He’s human.” She simply states. “I haven’t had a human in a long while.”

“Yes,” you whisper quietly, “and there’s a fucking reason for that.”

Getting the stranger situated on the cozy, green couch in your little living room is a lot easier with the helping claws of your familiar.

“He’s hurt,” Reaper whispers, with a small nod towards his feet, and you let out a huff while arranging the pillows behind the stranger’s back. 

“I know.” 

“You could heal him.” She quietly observes, and this time, you look up from her task, shooting daggers at your companion. 

“Well, I won’t.” You state, voice dripping with venom and hurt. “I’d rather die a thousand deaths than help a mortal human like that again, and you know damn well why.” 

Reaper shakes her heads, defeated, a crushed little sigh leaving one of her many mouths. 

“Your call, at the end of the day. I am merely observing.” 

You decide to simply ignore her last words, as you take in the form of the strange man on your couch. 

“He’s dripping all over my velvet canapé.” You remark with a frown. 

“He sure is, but I suppose pneumonia looks on humans as daunting as mud stains on your 19th hundred furniture. So, maybe we should get him out of these wet clothes.” 

You hate to admit that Reaper has a point as you consider her words. 

“Or you could just do a quick drying spell?” She proposes, a sly smile etched upon her features. 

“I already told you; I’m not using magic on a human.” 

“But it wouldn’t be to heal him.” 

“It doesn’t matter. No magic, end of the discussion.” 

“He’s not even conscious, you could-“ 

“Reaper! Enough!” You bite through clenched teeth. 

“This is not a topic that’s up for debate. I’ll help him, but not like that. Never like that. Not after what happened last time.” You whisper, and Reaper’s gaze turns slightly apologetic. 

“Besides, you still haven’t told me what the fuck you were thinking, leading a human to our cabin.” 

“He was hurt and obviously in need of help.” 

“And you’ve decided to become a Samaritan when?” 

Reaper huffs in fake disbelief. “What? So now it’s my fault for caring and trying to safe a poor human soul?” 

“I don’t know what kind of a game you think you’re playing, Reaps, but I know you’re up to something.” 

“Me? I’m innocent incarnate. Always was, always have been. Besides, you didn’t see him stumbling through the forest. He looked like he was running from the devil and hell itself.” 

“Oh, come on! You know she’s not that bad on a good day.”

Reaper shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just saying he was running from something, and he seemed genuinely scared.” 

“People in these parts of the wood usually are.” 

“I didn’t pick him up in these parts of the woods.” 

“Reaper!” You chide with a gasp, because she knows she’s not supposed to stray around anywhere near the edge of Hawkins. 

“Relax, no one saw me. And even if they did, they’re hardly going to be suspicious of a small, black cat.”

Reaper blinks for a moment, before tilting her heads in slight amusement.

“Wait, that didn’t come out quite right, let me rephrase it. They’re not going to be suspicious of me for the right reasons. So, don’t worry, I was just a little curious, is all.” 

“Curious or not, you know we cannot risk that kind of exposure. Not without a lot of safety measurements put in place first. And besides, do you even know who you’ve let take shelter in our fucking home?”

Your gaze wanders back to the dark-haired man still lying motionless on your couch.

“Ah, it’s fine, if he ends up being annoying I can always just eat him.” Reaper jokes, before turning a bit more stoic again.

“Seriously, don’t worry, whatever he’s been running from, he’s not another convicted mass-murderer, if that’s what you’re scared of.” 

“And how would you know that exactly?” You question, eyebrows raised, and a stern look on your face.

Your familiar starts to grow a little bit shy underneath your persistent gaze, as she drags her clawed feet over the thick, fluffy carpet sheepishly. 

“I might have nibbled on his soul a little, a-and he’s a pure one.” 

“Reaper!” You exclaim, throwing one of the spare pillows at the monster, who’s quick to defend herself. 

“I didn’t take anything, I swear! Just wanted to make sure he’s not-“ 

“Another serial killer. Yeah, yeah, your taste in man is worse than mine.” 

“Uh, that all a thing of perspective, as my philosophy professor used to say.” 

“Uh-huh, well from where I’m standing, my perspective is pretty clear, and I say you have a shit taste in men.” 

“Considering that I tend to eat them afterwards, I disagree.”

“God, you’re unbelievable,” you huff with a roll of your eyes, but there’s a small smile playing on the edge of your lips, and Reaper beams brightly, in a way only she can light up with her many faces and facets.

“Come on, I’ll help you get him out of these clothes, and even do the laundry, if you’re so adamant about not using magic.” She offers with the gentle pat of one of her clawed hands on your shoulder, and who are you to disagree; You hate doing laundry the human way.

Getting the stranger out of his wet clothes should not be that much of a hassle; still, you find yourself feeling a bit uneasy about it.

You’re doing this for the sake of your antique furniture and his health, you remind yourself, but it hardly makes you feel any better. 

You decidedly put his dark leather jacket on the edge of the couch, so you can pat it dry in a minute, and hang it up near the fireplace, while Reaper decides to study the back of the man’s dirty jean vest.

“Dio.” She quietly spells out, claws tracing the three letters. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” 

“It’s a band, I think,” you mumble, while your gaze rests once again on the unconscious man. 

He’s still wearing a shirt with the words ‘Hellfire’ etched upon it, something that even you don’t know the meaning of. 

“A devil’s fan club, maybe?” Reaper offers, before stating, “Though, I think she would be somewhat offended, if she saw herself drawn as that.”

Your friend points at the monstrous face painted in red right in the middle of the fabric, and you’re quick to brush her sharp fingers away. 

“Careful, I think that’s hand drawn.” You mutter, and Reaper’s eyes widen. 

“Really? Huh, wouldn’t have guessed that. Certainly creative, I’ll give him that.” 

“Yeah, well, less talking, more helping would be nice.” 

“On it, boss.” She chirps, multiple hands coming up to her heads in salutation. 

“You think we should get him out of his shirt too?” You inquire, and Reaper gives you a strange look. 

“Uh, unless you really want to risk a lung infection, yeah, I’d say so. You know that you could just solve this issue if you-“ 

“Not happening. Don’t start this discussion, again.”

“I’m just saying that if you’re so concerned about his modesty, there is a way around it.” 

“I’m not going to use magic. We’re going to wash and dry his clothes like normal people, and I’ll treat his injured foot with human remedies. No. Magic.” 

“Jeez Louise, alright. How about you take care of his shoes, while I take care of his shirt then, if you’re so freaked out about seeing human skin.” 

“It’s not that,” you mumble, “Imaging waking up in a stranger’s cottage stripped to your underwear – you’d be mortified too.” 

“Not when I eat all the witnesses afterwards.” 

“Yeah, well, I don’t think that’s an option for him.” 

“Right, poor pure soul and all.” 

Reaper and you end up managing to get him out of the rest of his clothes just fine. He’s still wearing his boxers, of course, and you’ve engulfed him in a pile of various blankets, in the hopes of keeping him warm and comfortable. 

And while Reaper went outside to take care of the laundry, you slipped back into the open kitchen, reheating the stew you kind of forgot about earlier. It’s still dinner time, after all.

You’re almost done setting the table for three, and Reaper has just made herself comfortable near the open fireplace again, when you hear a stirring motion coming from the couch. 

A stirring motion that is followed quickly by a slight gasp, and you’re by the side of the couch in seconds. 

The man in front of you looks at you wide-eyed and with a heaving chest. 

“Where am I?” He whispers, voice rougher than you remember, and this time it’s your turn to hold up your hands in a docile gesture. 

“You’re in my cottage.” You explain, though you doubt that that information is particularly of the helpful kind.

“You fainted earlier in my garden.” You add, hoping to refresh that stranger’s memory. 

“I’m not dead?” He questions, eyes still wide as saucers as he gazes up at you. 

“Dead?” You inquire, confusion etched on your face. “And what would this then be, hell or heaven?” 

There’s a faint blush traveling up the man’s cheeks, as he averts his eyes from you. 

Is it his fault that you look like an angel to him? But he refrains from saying that. Instead, the contours of his face take on a mortified expression. 

“Where are my clothes?” He asks, voice slightly shaky, and you try your best to calm his nerves again.

“They were completely soaked through when you arrived here, so we took the liberty to take them off and wash them. They’re now drying over there by the fireplace, see?”

To emphasize your words, you point towards the crackling fireside, and the various items of clothing arranged around it.

“We?” The stranger inquires, eyes darting through the room, but he doesn’t really see anyone other than you. Glancing over to Reaper, you explain:

“Me, and my… cat, I mean.” 

“Right.” The stranger states, as he tightens his grip around the blanket still wrapped around his chest, before parts of his features seem to relax slightly, and his nose twitches, kind of like that of a rabbit. 

“What’s this smell?” His voice is hushed, and while he continues to be apprehensive about meeting your eyes, you can still guess what he’s thinking. 

“I made a pumpkin beef stew, with freshly baked bread and garlic butter.” 

You haven’t even finished naming the first dish, when you see the blatant hopefulness light up in his eyes.

He doesn’t say anything; doesn’t quite dare to ask for a portion, but you can still see his quiet longing for a freshly cooked meal. 

“I’ve made enough for three, so you’re more than welcome to have some too.” 

It’s a half-truth, half-lie. 

You’ve actually only made enough for you, and an almost insatiable monstrous familiar.

But since Reaper is the one responsible for this whole mess, you’ve decided that she’ll simply have to share her portion. That way it will hopefully teach her a lesson too, you think.

You know, of course, that you could conjure up more with a simple spell, but that’s not the point. It’s about Reaper learning that there are consequences to her actions, as well as your overall apprehensions when it comes to practicing magic around humans.

The stranger looks a little helpless at your offer, and you quickly notice two things. 

Firstly, you still don’t know the name of the man sitting half naked on your velvet couch. 

And secondly, maybe you should migrate dinner from your big, wooden dining table to the small one next to the couch instead, so the guy doesn’t have to join you at your fancy Victorian dining table clad only in his underwear.

“Wait, keep yourself seated.” You tell the man when he tries to lift himself up. “I’ll fetch the food for you.” 

You watch him sink back down into your couch with a little sigh, as you quickly go to work in the open kitchen behind him.

“You haven’t even told me your name yet.” You observe, while reaching for a little foldable table stored on top of your kitchen cabins. 

Despite having your back turned towards him, you can feel him tense up a bit.

For a moment you suspect that the stranger might know about the power that the knowledge of a true name beholds, and you almost expect him to give you a fake one.

But when you turn back around to face him, he seems to be speaking the truth. 

“My name is Eddie.” He says while watching your face carefully for any kind of reaction, and when he sees no recognition light up in your face whatsoever, he adds, “Eddie Munson.” 

“Eddie Munson,” you whisper, the name doesn’t ring a bell, but you didn’t really expect it to. 

“Well, this is my cat Reaper and I’m-“

You contemplate lying for a second, but if he trusts you enough with his own name, it’s only fair for you to trust him with yours, too.

Besides, he doesn’t really look like he’s with the faerie folk. 

Your own name feels foreign in your mouth before it falls from your lips like a quiet curse, but Eddie doesn’t seem to recognize it either, and your shoulders relax slightly when you realize that he has no idea who you are. 

Good. 

Reaper decides to be part of the conversation, too, now, as she hopes up onto the couch, seeking out Eddie’s company quickly.

“Hi Reaper,” he mumbles, voice light, like he’s talking to a child, and your familiar keens at the softness.

“Reaper; A pretty name for a pretty cat,” Eddie observes, while scratching her back. 

And Reaper beams. 

Of course, she does; she’s easy like that.  

There’s a fond smile toying on your lips as you watch their exchange before you go back to the last of your preparations.

But when you carry your cauldron over to the coffee table with kitchen mittens, which you haven’t used in forever, you watch in horror as Reaper tries to nibble on Eddie’s finger again. 

“Reaper! No!” You chide, but Eddie gives you an easy smile. 

“It’s really not a problem.”

See, you’re familiar’s facial expression seems to say, when you give her a stern look. He’s fine. 

“Well, I think it is a problem and she really should know better. Besides, she has enough toys that she can chew up to her hearts delight. So, no reason to pester our visitor.”

“It feels quite funny.” Eddie observes.

Yeah, I bet it does, you think, but you bite your tongue. 

Instead, you just throw one more warning look Reaper’s way, who tries to look as innocent as she can muster, which in her kittycat form really isn’t that difficult. 

“Alright, here you go!”

Since your cottage is rather small, your kitchen, living- and dining room are a 3 in 1 kind-of-situation, which comes in handy because you don’t have to walk through a great deal of rooms and halls to get from your couch to your kitchen stove.

It’s only a few steps away, really.

“Careful, it’s still hot.” You warn, when you put the small fold-up tablet down near Eddie’s lap, who’s been sitting upright for a while now, watching you quietly in between his pets towards your cat.

There’s a big bowl of steaming stew on his little makeshift table, joined by a few slices of fluffy bread and a little pot with butter; and Eddie feels his soul already transcend into heaven, because good god, this smells amazing.

Still, he waits until you are seated by the coffee table, too. Your own bowl of stew etched upon it, and even Reaper gets a little pot, which Eddie finds kind of adorable. 

When the three of you start eating, Eddie can’t help the small moan slip past his lips. This is delicious, almost indescribably so, and though he tries hard to savor it, he can’t help but wolf most of it down, because he’s just been so. fucking. hungry. 

You watch him with something akin to fond eyes, as he wiggles slightly in his seat, while dipping the fresh bread into the homemade garlic butter. 

“Oh god, you could kill someone for this.” He mumbles in between some bites, and the smile on your face widens. 

“You can have second portion if you’d like.” You offer, and Eddie’s eyes widen. 

“Oh, I don’t-“

“It’s fine, really. There’s enough for one more bowl, and I’m sure neither Reaper nor I mind sharing, right Reaps?”

Your cat is mentally throwing daggers at you, but you just give her a sickly-sweet smile. 

“That’s what I thought. Good kitty.”

You pat her head in a patronizing way, before standing up, serving Eddie the last remains from your cauldron.

“That’s kind of a cool pot.” Eddie suddenly blurs out, “Looks kind of witchy.”

You feel yourself freeze for a second, before letting out an awkward laugh. 

“Yeah, uh, well, I’m kind of into … witchy things. You know, crystals, herbs, Fleetwood Mac.”

“Sure!” Eddie says between another bite from his bread. 

“Bet you have a crystal ball and some tarot decks hidden somewhere too. You’re certainly seem committed to the aesthetics. Black cat and all.”

You look at the man, trying to blink your confusion away, before handing him his steaming bowl of stew back over. 

“Sharing is caring, Reaps.” You state once you notice Reaper’s unamused face.

But as it turns out, your cat has quite the opinion about sharing too. And she’s not shy of voicing those either.

“Don’t mind her, she’s always throwing tantrums at the end of the day.” You explain to Eddie with an apologetic smile, when she tries clawing her way up one of his blankets, hissing, and you have to entangle the little beast from the fabric. 

She’s still snarling curses, but you decidedly play dumb. 

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t speak cat.”

For a moment, you think that Reaper might successfully poke your eyes out at your condescending comment, but her little paws can hardly reach your face, as she tries to throw little punches in your grasp.

Cute. 

Half an hour later, Reaper is still sulking on a blanket near the fireplace, the kitchen’s almost done, because without magic cleaning up takes a lot longer than you’re used to, and Eddie is trying his hardest to fight of the repeating call of pure exhaustion, because he has a lot of questions and undoubtedly so do you. 

As you make your way back over towards the strange man, you have to admit that your questions can probably wait a few more hours till morning rise. Because the poor guy really does look like he’s been through it, and it’s now really catching up to him. 

You’ve already learned that he can be rather stubborn. After all, shooting down his offer to help you with the clean-up had been kind of difficult, but with his foot still being injured, you don’t want him hopping around in your kitchen space.

“I should probably still take a look at your foot.” You propose, as you sit down at the edge of the couch, looking over at Eddie, who’s still trying to fight off the inherent sleepiness that’s hitting him hard in increasingly bigger waves. 

“I don’t want to-“ he mumbles, words pulled apart by a big yawn, “be a bother.” 

“You’re not, but your foot might be, if you leave it unattended.” 

Eddie still looks a little bit unconvinced, like he doesn’t quite trust your kindness yet, or maybe, he just doesn’t think he deserves it. 

“Listen,” you state, after gazing at the flickering flames in your fireplace for a brief moment; their warm hue illuminating the otherwise darkened room with golden light, and you can feel traces of the heat lingering on your skin.

“I understand that you must have a lot of questions for me. After all, you have no idea who I am, and I have no idea who you are, but I don’t think that talking things out right now is a good idea.

Not when every second word falling from your lips ends up being a yawn, and I truthfully wouldn’t mind some good-night’s sleep either. So, how about we pin this discussion down for tomorrow morning instead?”

Eddie is about to disagree, but when all that leaves his mouth is another yawn, he has to admit you might have a point. 

“Okay,” he mumbles, the sound of his rustling blankets filling the quietness of the room, while he shifts on the couch. 

“Do you want me to still take a look at your foot?” 

“If you really don’t mind.” He whispers, and you scoff. 

“Of course not.” 

You might not be a fan of humans, but you never enjoyed seeing anyone in pain, human or non-human alike. 

It’s a quick thing to pull the blanket covering his feet up half-way, and you watch him wince slightly when your fingers brush against a part of his ankle. It looks a bit bruised and swollen, but not terribly so.

With as much tenderness as you can muster, you move his foot lightly, and while Eddie tries hard not to let the jolt of pain show, you can still see it clearly.

“T-that movement really hurt.” He mutters, cheeks flushed. 

“I’m sorry.” Comes your hushed reply. “The ankle is probably strained, but the good news is, at least it isn’t broken.” 

Eddie nods his head slowly, eyelids still heavy.

“What are you going to do now?” 

“It’s easy, Reaps, get-“ biting your tongue quickly, you stop the words that almost slipped out of your mouth. “Reaps, get out of my way.” 

You lightly shush the cat to the side while you stand up. 

“I’ll be back in a flash, don’t go anywhere.” 

Eddie just scoffs with a laugh. 

“Where would I be going?” He mumbles. 

“Where would I even be going?” 

Eddie watches intently, or with as much intent as he can muster, as you spread some kind of salve on the bruised parts of his foot.

You’ve told him what’s in it before; arnica, chamomile, and witch hazel, he thinks he remembers, but he’s not entirely sure. You also told him what’s good for what, but he wouldn’t be able to recall any of those things if his life depended on it. 

Still, he finds himself slightly in awe. The way your fingers quickly go to work, applying another tincture before reaching for the bandage makes him think you’ve done this before more than once.

“You really are quite the witch, huh.” He whispers, while trying to read the labels on some of the potions you’ve pulled out of a leathery bag. 

“Hardly,” you brush him off as you tighten the bandage around his foot lightly, but despite your dismissal you feel your cheeks heat up under his admiring gaze. 

“Alright, all set and done.” You state after another quiet pause, setting aside the little tape, and putting down his foot gently. 

“You should try not to move around too much while you sleep, but otherwise you should be set for the night. Are you still sure you don’t want any painkillers?” 

“It’s fine,” Eddie huffs, trying to get comfortable again, while you arrange the blanket around his legs back in a way that tugs him kind of in. 

“Alright. If you need anything, just call my name, okay? My bedroom is just right up those stairs and I’m a light sleeper, so I should be able to help, no matter what arises.” 

Eddie nods his head, another yawn contouring his face.

“Reaps, come on! You’re sleeping with me tonight.” 

There’s a little disappointed frown that Eddie tries to cover up quickly, before he asks, voice timid, “She can’t stay here for company?”

He’s not looking at you, twirling around one of his many rings instead, and for a second you seriously consider it, before shaking your head softly. 

“Sorry, no. Reaper gets tempted with her toys sometimes, and uh, I don’t want you to wake up to the noise of her tearing through one of her squeaky chickens.” 

“I understand.” Eddie nods his head again, as you make your way towards the staircase; Reaper nestled in your arms. 

“And you’re really not going to tell anyone I’m here?” Eddie questions one last time, voice incredibly soft and exhausted. 

“I already told you Eddie, I won’t tell a single soul. Not until we’ve had our talk in the morning.” 

“Okay.” He still seems somewhat wary, before he adds a quick and hushed, “Good night, then.” 

“Good night, Eddie.” You whisper back with a small sigh.

You wish you could give him more than the pile of blankets, and the last faint glimmers flickering away in your fireplace.

But there’s hardly anything you can do for the boy right now, other than let him have a few hours of hopefully restful sleep.

And who knows what will come with the rising sun tomorrow. 

You’re already with one hand on the banister of your stairs, when you hear Eddie call out your name faintly.

“Yeah?” You question, turning back around to the man you’ve only been introduced a couple of hours ago, but you still feel some kind of softness towards.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, cheeks stained a hint of cheery-red. “A-and sleep well.” 

“You too, Eddie.” You hush just as quietly. “You too.”

“You like him.” Reaper singsongs teasingly as she lifts up part of your blanket to slip underneath.

“No, I don’t.”  

“Yes, you do.”

She’s back in her true from, and there are little giggles coming from her, as she cuddles up next to you until only the very end of her tail is poking out slightly from beneath the covers, and she’s quick to tug that in too. 

“At least admit that he’s kind of your type.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh, but you do. You’re not half as stand-offish as you were in the beginning.” 

“That’s not true.”

“Yes it is! I mean, you must really like if you decided to give him my portions of the meal.” 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic, you’ve still had more than enough. Besides, that whole thing was more of a punishment for you than an incentive to him.” 

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that, since you already seem to believe it.”

You roll your eyes as you pull part of the shared blanket back towards yourself, before stating, “I guess, he’s not as bad as I thought he would be. And you have to admit that there’s just something about him that seems kind of tortured.”

“Right, and I’m the one with the weird taste in man, okay.” 

You shove Reaper playfully, before curling up more next to her.

“Shut up and let me sleep.” 

“I wonder who’ll you dream about.” 

“Oh my god, don’t make this weirder than it already is, and stop fumbling around.” 

“I would, if you’d stop hogging the fucking blanket, which we only have to share, might I remind you, because you decided to give all the other ones to the goddamn stranger sleeping downstairs who you supposedly don’t care about.” 

“A stranger you brought here in the first place.” 

“Oh hush, you can thank me for it later.” 

“Like hell I will and-oh my god, get your hairy feet away from my legs.” 

“But they’re cold.” Reaper whines, and you stifle the urge to throw another pillow. 

There’s a quiet tug and pull fight going on between you two for a bit, as you both struggle to get comfortable underneath the shared fluffy fabric. 

“Fuck,” Reaper suddenly whispers, after being unusually quiet for a moment.

“If you’re cuddled up here, and I’m cuddled up here, who’s going to turn off the lights?” 

You both groan in unison, before another bickering fight starts breaking out.

You wake up again to a piercing scream that makes your blood run cold and the hairs on your body stand up straight.

It takes you a heartbeat or two, to figure out whether it was a dream or not; but at the memories of the previous events this evening, your thoughts immediately go to Eddie.

Reaper’s still lying beside you, wide awake too, and concern etched deep into her faces, as she watches you get up quickly.

“Stay here.” You instruct, while stumbling past the bed. “I’ll call you if I need help.”

When you rush down the stairs into the living room, everything is eerily quiet, something that definitely doesn’t help ease your pounding heart. 

The fire has completely burned out by now, limiting your vision as well. But luckily there’s are some soft rays of moonlight slipping past your window curtains, so you can kind of make out a trembling figure sitting upright on your couch. 

Eddie.

You whisper his name with a tenderness, that only the nighttime ever bears witness to, but despite your efforts, Eddie still flinches at the sound of your voice and your steps. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just me.” You try to soothe, hoping it might calm him down a little, but he just looks at you, wide-eyed and shoulders shaking slightly.

Your heart sinks at the sight, tugging on something deeply hidden within of you, and the feeling only intensifies once you realize that he’s been crying, cheeks tear-stained and red.

“Eddie what’s wrong?” You whisper, worried that he might be seriously hurt, or at the very least more hurt than he’d initially led on. 

But he only shakes his head, eyes averted, and chest heaving with quick strokes. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, voice rough, and tinted with embarrassment. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

There’s a heartbeat of silence before he mumbles a quick, “It was just another nightmare.”

“Oh,” You whispers, unsure of what else to say. 

For a brief moment, Eddie’s eyes hesitantly meet yours, and it’s like he’s trying to scope out your reaction. 

You’re not sure what he expected; anger maybe, or amusement. 

But there’s nothing but soft sorrow reflected in your eyes. 

“Nightmares can be the worst.” You mumble.

You would know. You still have them too, even centuries later. 

“Listen, Eddie, whatever you’ve dreamed about, your safe now. You’re safe.” 

You crouch down a little, gently taking one of his shaking hands in yours. 

“You’re safe.”

Relief washes over Eddie’s features, and as it floods his eyes, he has to avert his gaze quickly again.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Eddie doesn’t have an answer to that, and while silence fills the space between you two, you try to think of something that might help him. 

“Do you maybe wanna talk about it?” You carefully offer. “Sometimes it helps to name the ghosts that haunt you.” 

Eddie looks at you with questioning eyes. 

“A-are you sure?” He sniffles.

“What? That it’s going to help? Well, I wouldn’t put a pledge on it but-“

“No.” Eddie interrupts you quietly, “Are you sure you want to listen to all that?”

“That bad, huh?”

“Worse.” Eddie states with a bitter laugh, before growing a bit antsy again. 

“Alright, scoot over then.” You state, and Eddie complies after a heartbeat of wonder as he watches you sit down next to him. 

The man with the unruly hair and the tired eyes keeps playing with some loose strands from one of your blankets, before saying, “I just keep seeing her die, over and over again.” 

“Who?” You whisper.

“A friend. I watched her die and now it’s all I see whenever I close my eyes.”  

There’s something inside of you that grows stiff at his words, as they truly sink in. 

“You watched your friend die?” 

Your eyes travel back to Eddie as he squirms slightly.

“Yes.” He states, voice emotional. “Four days ago.” 

“How a-and who?!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if you tried.” 

“Is that why you’re on the run?” You question. “Because the murderers saw you, and now they’re after you too?” 

Eddie scoffs, shaking his head. 

“No,” dejection clear in his voice, he asserts, “They think that I did it.” 

You feel like you’ve been hit by lightning. 

“Eddie,” you murmur, heartbeat racing in your chest now, “tell me everything that happened.” 

And Eddie does; but not without his apprehensions at first. 

Still, you find out about Chrissy and the horrors of her death.

You find out about his hide-out at an acquaintance’s place, about his friend Dustin, and the theory of the upside down.

You find out about how he’s the number one suspect to the police, and how one of his classmates started a vigilant group against him, completely convinced that he’s in some kind of deal with the devil.

Recounting a lot of those parts has Eddie back in an emotional turmoil; and you’re not sure who started hugging whom first, but now he’s currently hiding away in your embrace, face pressed against the nape of your neck as he murmurs.

“Please don’t tell them where I am. Please don’t let them get to me. It’s like a fucking witch-hunt, and I’m not sure what they’ll do once they’ll have me.” 

It's these words that end up haunting you the most that night. 

It’s these words that stir something deep down inside of you.

A memory, and a curse, and an experience you don’t want anyone to go through ever again. 

Not if you can help it. 

Not if there’s something you can do about it. 

“Eddie, it’s okay.” You whisper. “It’s going to be okay, and I’m not going to tell anyone, you hear me?”

You feel Eddie nod his head against your skin, as your fingers come up to his hair, brushing through his curls carefully.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You’re safe here, and you can stay as long as you need. You said that you have nowhere to go, but you can just stay here, until Hawkins has found the actual killer, and you can go back home again.” 

You feel Eddie pause for a moment, his quiet sniffles coming to a halt. 

“You would let me stay?” He whispers. “You would let me hide here? But you don’t even know how long this manhunt will go. It might take months before they’ll might clean off my name. And maybe even that won’t happen. Maybe I’ll always-“ 

“Hey, hey, easy there, Eddie. You’re going to drive yourself insane with those what-if’s. Listen, I don’t know what exactly the future will hold, but I won’t let you succumb to the fate of a witchhunt.” 

A fate so similar to your own.

A fate that cut you so deeply, you still carry the scars on your heart, centuries later. 

A fate simply nobody deserves to live through – not even a human like Eddie.

Eddie cannot believe his ears; cannot believe that you’d offer to help him, without really knowing who he is, without really knowing whether or not he’s been telling the truth. 

Still, you’re adamant about your words and their meaning, and he struggles to comprehend how you could be that kind. 

“Why would you help me like that?” He whispers, voice hushed and so confused. 

Because people once thought that I killed someone too, when all I did was try to help. And my family had to pay the price for it, every single one of them, except for me; and they would have killed me too, if they’d found me, you think.

But you don’t say that.

Couldn’t let your lips form these words, even if you wanted to.

It’s one of those kind of secrets that’s been buried for so long; even just whispering the name of the tragedy would be like asking for trouble. 

Instead, you say, “Because if what you told me is true, you deserve shelter more than anyone. I’ve seen something similar like this play out before and I’ll be damned if I’ll let it happen again.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie mumbles with a slight tilt of his head, and you bite your tongue in a silent curse. 

“I, uh, I just heard about a case similar to this, and it was all really horrifying.” You quickly try to cover up, praying to the gods above that your words are convincing enough.

You seem to have succeeded, or at the very least, Eddie is too tired to ask any complex follow-up questions to your supposed story. 

For a brief moment, you simply stay like this; your arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist, while he folds right into. He’s still exhausted, and if you’re honest with the onslaught of new revelations, so are you. 

“You should try get some more sleep, Eddie.” You murmur against his shoulder, all while trying your hardest not to notice how foreign this whole situation feels.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that this would be how your night ends. Not today and not for the next couple of centuries at the very least.

Nevertheless, here you are, comforting a human about a fate drawn in such a familiar shape to yours.

Except he still has a shot at a happy ending.

The happy ending you’ve never got to witness. 

Eddie hums at your recommendation, but it’s quickly followed by a timid question.

“Would you mind staying just a little while longer? I don’t want to be all alone and watch her die again.” 

Unfortunately, there’s no such thing as an herbal remedy for nightmares, at least none that’s bulletproof, and since you’re still very much not into the idea of practicing any kind of magic in the presence of a human, there’s little you can do about them.

So, if Eddie thinks you’re your lingering company might help, well, where’s the harm in that?

It’s only going to be for a little while; till he’s drifted off, maybe, you tell yourself.

“I’ll stay for a bit, Eddie.” You whisper, and the man lowly hums at that.

“Thank you.” Comes a muffled reply, and you know he’s not just talking about your company.

“It’s really not a problem.” You whisper back.

You’re not just talking about staying here until he’s fallen asleep, either. 

You wake up the next morning to hairs in your face and they’re not the ones of your cat.

You know that because Reaper is sitting right on the coffee table next to you, a bright expression on her face. 

“Morning.” She chirps, a knowing look in her eyes as she regards you and Eddie.

It takes you a heartbeat to realize where you are exactly, and what is going on.

You must have fallen asleep last night on the couch too, instead of wandering back to your own bed.

You feel flustered at the revelation, and Reaper’s teasing looks certainly don’t help either. But trying to get out of Eddie’s grip, even though he’s still fast asleep, isn’t as easy as you had hoped.

And you just know that Reaper is going to have a field day with this, bringing it up and rubbing it in your face for the next few centuries. 

“Well, well, well. At least you were able to share more than one blanket.” Reaper observes, before jumping off the table and strutting away with a swing in her step. “But sure, you don’t care about him.” 

You let your head fall back into your pillow with a small groan.

You hate how Reaper might have the tiniest, littlest point; and it doesn’t help that Eddie looks completely angelic and peaceful in your arms. 

God, you’re fucked, and you haven’t even known him for a full 24 hours yet. 

In the end, you do manage to entangle yourself from Eddie without waking him up.

You need to talk to Reaps about the revelations of the night, but your usual chats in the kitchen are rather difficult to have with Eddie sleeping only a few feet away. 

So, you do the only sensible thing you can think of, stepping outside into the surrounding woods and your little garden for some privacy instead. 

“Be honest,” you confront Reaper with a gentle bump of your shoulder against hers, “did you eavesdrop on Eddie and me last night?” 

“Me? No! Should I have?”

You roll your eyes slightly. 

“No, of course not, but if you did, this conversation would at least be unnecessary.”

“Well, I didn’t. So, tell me what mister puffy hair had in his defense after screaming the house down like that.”

“This isn’t funny, Reaps. He really is traumatized.” You explain with a chiding look on your face, before slowly recalling the events of last night.

“He had a nightmare? Aw man, I thought he just stubbed his toe or something.” Reaper states, and you give her another slight bump with your shoulder.

But even she grows unusually quiet after you bring up the witch-hunt aspect and the reasons for his distraught.

“So, what do you want to do now?”

“The right thing, of course.”

“And that is what exactly, you moral witch?”

“He’s going to stay, until his name gets cleared, and it’s safe for him to go home again.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I am?”

“I’m sorry, but are you forgetting that I’m pretty much tied to my damn cat costume around that boy, because mortals have a bit of a tendency to turn mad, or to stone upon seeing my true form?

Do I have to remind you that you said you wouldn’t do any magic around another human, and now one is staying here for an indefinite amount of time? How do you think all of that’s going to work out, huh?”

“Well, we’re going to make it work. Besides. what are a few days without magic in the grand scheme of thing?.”

“Days? Do you think this kind of issue is going to be solved in the matter of a few days?! You must have a lot of faith in the human police force if you think they’ll figure this out that quickly. This could end up taking weeks, months, or worse, his name never gets cleared at all! What then, huh? What then?”

Reaper has a point; she usually has, you suppose, but you just tell her the same thing you told Eddie.

“We don’t know how the future will play out, so there’s not much use driving yourself crazy over it. Besides, it not going to be for forever. Eddie will want to go back to his friends and family eventually, even if his name ends up not being cleared the way he deserves.”

Reaper still looks unconvinced, but she’s not the only one who’s mastered the skill of making puppy-eyes. 

“Come on, Reaps, it’s not going to be that bad. We can make this work, we always do.” 

“Sure, but you usually have your magic, unless of course-“

“Oh, no! Forget it! I’m still with my promise to never practice magic around a human again. And that promise continues to stand. End of that discussion.”

“But that’s going to make things so much more difficult.” Reaper whines, throwing her heads back in annoyance, and you can’t help but laugh a little at her dramatic antics.

“You’re going to regret this decision.”

“I will be just fine, thank you.”

Once you two are back in the house, you start with your preparations for breakfast, while Eddie is still sleeping peacefully.

He needs it, you think, and after everything he’s been through, he deserves it too.

By the time he wakes up, the bread you’ve baked is ready, and you’re in the midst of carrying it to the coffee table together with some homemade jams, and a big jug of hot cocoa.

Reaper still isn’t particularly satisfied with your plan, but you ignore her ramblings as you pass out the plates. 

You try your best to focus on Eddie instead, who’s just woken up.

He’s a little disoriented at first, but once the memories of last night come back, there’s a faint blush on his cheeks as his eyes dart over to you, and you two try to make soft small talk to the best of your abilities. 

The breakfast still ends up being a little awkward, as you reassure him that him staying in your cottage for the foreseeable future really is fine; that you didn’t mind him waking you up, and that it really is no bother at all. 

Reaper sighs, but with her being an adorable cat again, it comes out more like a kind of sneeze. 

“Bless you.” Eddie coos, and you have to stifle a laughter when his words have Reaper arching her back, hissing.

“She’s not to fond of Christian traditions, even the ones who have lost their meanings a bit.” You mumble, and Eddie laughs lightly.

The shy smiles you two keep exchanging over breakfast feel foreign, especially with how genuine they are.

You reiterate your offer, that he can stay and take shelter here, but Eddie is adamant about making some kind of pact. 

“If I get to stay here, at least let me help you too. I don’t want to be confined to the couch endlessly, and I’m sure there are some tasks I could do, that don’t involve the usage of my foot.”

You appreciate that he wants to be useful in some kind of way, and considering that you’ll have to forgo your magic ways, another pair of helping hands could certainly come in handy. 

“Alright, deal.” You promise, hand stretched out towards Eddie’s. 

“Deal.” He states, beaming brightly, the previous bags under his eyes only faint traces of their former selves. 

He’s going to get better, and he’s going to be okay, you tell yourself. 

And above all, he’s not going to be cursed with the same fate you had to endure a long time ago. 

You just won’t let that happen. 

It’s a promise you silently plead to him, to yourself and the stars that night, as you step out to clear your head with fresh forest air and the twinkling lights of the universe, peaking through the branches of trees above. 

And just like all your other promises, you intend to keep that one too. 

You couldn’t keep your last one, but this time things will be different; they simply have to be. 

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And that's it! I'll try to have the next part out soon, but I have a couple more Halloween-themed stories planed, so we'll see if I'll manage to post them all in time 😵‍💫.

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the chris evan characters mentioned in this masterlist include bryce langely, harvard hottie, ryan ackerman, jake wyler and kyle dawson.

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 — a series of dates featuring you and your beloved boyfriend Hayden, growing and achieving all your goals in the bright lights of New York City. — h.hayden

𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 — this is a harvard hottie series which possesses its own individual warnings. most of these chapters include smut or hint to sexual endeavors and are heavy on angst contents.

— 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞: you and your dreamboy make a series of sex tapes worthy enough to claim spots in The Louvre. — h.hayden

𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 — this is a harvard hottie series that possesses its individual warnings yet importantly it contains explicit sexual context, smut, in all its chapters.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 — follow the charming story of the twitchy witchy y/n Lovecraft as she starts college fresh from summer break. where the local rich witch bitch learns to love herself, prepares for existential catastrophes, and practices on her spell book casting vexes and charms. as well as endures the annoying troubles of having Jake Wyler as a boyfriend and has fun raising Hell with her demon possessed cat Lilith. — j.wyler

𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑟 — this is a jake wyler series that possesses dark elements of witchcraft, satanism, and biblical offenses. this series also hints to sexual endeavors but does not go into detail. reader and jake are of legal age so no one is underage.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — summertime sadness ๑ SERIES ON HIATUS

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥: You and Johnny unintentionally spend christmas together after a messy break up but that’s all you wanted. to finally be together again. — j.storm

— 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝: y/n finds herself twined in the web of addicted fantasy, not knowing she’ll meet again with her crush; well her other crush- she is met with a life gripping warning. — j.wyler

— 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬!: The infamous football team from St. Johns wins the state championship yet on the bus ride home they are met with a winged flesh-hungry terror savoring the last day of its twenty three day eating frenzy. — j.wyler

— 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: While the taste of human flesh is delectable on the tongue of Devil’s Kettle’s angel y/n l/n, she takes revenge on all the school boys who never stood a chance against her. As the spiteful y/n l/n satisfies her appetite on the male student population, her studly friend Kyle Lesniki finds out about her plan and vows to set an end to her carnage... or does he? — k.dawson

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — series on hiatus!

— 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦: Minding your own business enjoying your girls night at the beach, you run into an ex. — r.ackerman

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 // 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 // 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

[kaylalikescatsandstuff]

Hello there! 👋

Thanks for checking out my Tumblr.

There’s no particular theme other than my own interests and occasional posts about goings on in my life/mind.

A little bit about me:

I enjoy reading. Favorite series/books (in no particular order) The Sword of Truth series, LOTR, The Three Musketeers, Pride and Prejudice, Fever series, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. I could go on. 📖 📚

I like to cook! And bake. I don’t do either as often as I used to or would like, but try to do so a few times a week. 🥘 🧁

You could say I’m a witch. I’m not sure how solid I feel about that term to identify myself anymore, but I’m ok with it. It’s all a journey right? I’m definitely a fan of the witchy aesthetic. I practice privately so won’t be sharing much of my personal practices on here. But I may reblog other’s’ content related to witchcraft, paganism, the occult, etc. 🕯 ✨ 💀

I like cats. You will be seeing cats. Sometimes in large bursts. 🐈‍⬛ 🐈 🐈‍⬛

I am the person who watches the same shows over and over. Occasionally I’ll watch something new. That then gets incorporated into the rotation of shows I rewatch. 🔁

I think plants are awesome. 🪴 🌲 🌸

I’m all up for making new friends here!

But before you interact please:

Be 18+

Know that I will not respond to inappropriate messages.

Other than that we’re golden! 👍

Alright. Pinning post. Hope you have a wonderful day/evening wherever you may be! ✨ 🖤 ✨

Secondary book blog: @bound-to-read

I reblog fanfics from: @fanofurfics

[ophelia-avalon]

Meet the witch

A bit late to the party, but I thought I’d fill this out too!

Personal:

Name: Ophelia

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 26

Signs: sagittarius sun / aquarius moon / gemini rising

Where: Southern Germany

Magical Interests

Folk magic practices

German folklore

History of western magic tradition

Spellcrafting

Kitchen witchcraft

Some of My Favourite Magic Blogs:

Nowadays, I mostly follow art, photography and nature blogs but here are some witchy blogs I enjoy!

@traegorn​ @windvexer @growing-yet-into-magic @heatherwitch @teawitch

Fun Facts:

I have two cats which were named after fictional witches at the shelter.

I’ve never had anyone do a tarot reading for me.

Things I Do in My Downtime:

Going to thrift shops

Making gifs

Cooking

Home improvement

Favourite Movies:

Star Wars IV-VI

Pride

The Virgin Suicides

Moonrise Kingdom

Currently Binging:

Mostly just German TV series

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Hello and thanks for stopping by

to make it easier to navigate, here some links and info:

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I currently write mostly for Pedro Pascal's characters.

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check out my #ficrec tag.

newest updates: Post updated October 31th 2024

invisible string (G-> M; Joel Miller x fem. reader; a series of one shots of Joel trying to win back the only woman he ever truly loved) finished

Counting Stars (G->E; Joel Miller x OFC, Soulmate AU; Mel didn’t know she would ever get out of the hospital that had become her prison. Year after year she lost everything. But then when she finally got the chance to escape she took it. And all thanks to the man who took down everything in his path to get to his daughter. Joel Miller.) on hiatus

Swift Revenge (M; Joel Miller x fem. reader; Part of the "Who did this to you" drabbles; Taking out a threat of a big group of raiders one of Jackson Patrol groups had spotted the day before, leaves Joel finding someone form his past he thought had been dead for over twenty years.)

A masked surprise (G; Frankie Morales x fem. reader; Letting your friend drag you to a costume halloween party even though all you wanted was to stay home turns out to be the best decision ever.)

"Uncle Frankie" (E; Frankie Morales x fem. reader; Ever since the first time you had ended up in his bed almost five years ago, when you came back from college, you craved it. How he touched you. How he could make you tremble with only a brush of his fingers. How downright scandalous it would be if it would come out that he was fucking his best friends step-daughter.)

A Helping hand (E; Joel Miller x fem. reader; Living in your best friends house while yours is getting renovated leaves you getting to know her husband Joel better. After finding out your husband is cheating on you, and learning Joel is about to serve his wife with the divorce papers, a drunk midnight phone sex call from your husband leaves you and Joel to finally give in to your growing feelings for each other.)

Please, Please, Please last part of Invisible string (G; Joel Miller x fem. reader; A lot can change in two years, but will your husband be able to gain back your trust?)

Sweet Dreams (E; Ghost Dave York x fem. Reader; For you it was just a very intense wet dream, clearly never thinking a candle you bought at an occult store would give you the best orgasm you had ever experienced. For Dave York, cursed to fuck whoever lit said candle, you were a willing virgin waiting for him to take you)

The Agent and the witch (T; Marcus Pike x fem. witch reader; All Marcus did was touch a bronze cat figurine after a new shipment of stolen art came in. He never thought a simple touch would make him travel back in time to meet his witchy soulmate.)

on hiatus in November to work on Christmas surprises x

[phoenixbaby88]

I was tagged by the lovely @joaqz-phoenix and @antonija89

1. Name: Amanda

2. Nickname: Mandy

3. Zodiac Sign: Taurus

4: Height: 5’5

5. Languages: English and a little bit of Spanish ( Please don’t judge because I don’t speak fluent Spanish.)

6. Nationality: Mexican American

7. Favorite Season: Spring

8. Favorite Flower: Cherry Blossom

9.Favorite Scent: Fabric Softener, wet grass, and rain

10. Favorite Color: purple

11. Favorite Animal: cat

12. Favorite Fictional Character: any character of Joaquin Phoenix, Usagi Tskino aka Sailor Moon, Ami Mizuno aka Sailor Mercury, Catwoman (Selina Kyle - Batman), Harley Quinn (Batman the animated series) , Jughead Jones (Riverdale/Archie Comics), Betty Copper ( Riverdale/ Archie Comics), Seth Cohen (The O.C), Ryan Atwood (The O.C), Summer Cooper (The O.C), and so many more that I can’t remember right now.

13. Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: It’s a tie between tea and hot chocolate

14. Average Sleep Hours: 5 or 6 hours b/c I wake up early for my job. On days off or weekends it’s 8 hrs which makes me so happy. I love to get a good nights rest.

15. Dog or Cat Person: cat but I love both

16. Number of blanets you sleep with: 2

17. Dream Trip: California, New York City, Paris, London and so many others. I would love to travel more!!! Even though I hate packing for it. 😂

18. Blog Established: This blog Fall or winter 2019, my other one 2008 or 2009

19. Followers: at the moment 55

20. Random Fact: did you know Dee Ramones was in love with Joey Ramones girlfriend. Lol ( I reader it in a book)

Now tag 20 others !!!!!

@darknessisafriend , @fleckcmscott, @holo-peachy, @jokerflecker , @slightcinephile , @you-are-my-soul-fan , @the-fanficcer , @mama-mischief , @honking4joker , @pcrushinnerd , @obsessedandthirsty , @tupsirock , @princessledger , @mardema , @smitty19934 , @purinblossom , @cbiscoolasamoose , @spacefizz , @lucius-hunt , @penc4 , @moonstruck-witchy , @arthur-is-my-lord , @prsjaney , @one-little-spark-of-madness , @emlovesjoaq , @obsessedwithfandomsx, @wendel-71 , @frauschneiderr , @sadhentaii , @akvles, @you-can’t-cry-in-here, @scnslumiere, @thestoneofsisyphus , @neon-umbrella-for-stella , @katwens , @joaquinscircletattoo , @omfgpennywise , @lady-carnivals-stuff , @jp-joker-fangirl84 , @groovytrashflowershepherd , @papercut-paranoia , @ridiculousnerd , @syvellsworld , @phoenixjoaqin

If I forgot anyone or if you just want to do this your welcome too or if you don’t want to do this that is fine as well.

[strigascattus]

Book of Shadows Series✨

Today we will be talking about your Book of Shadows! To begin you will need a notebook, binder, sketchbook or etc. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy. It should be whatever you feel comfortable using. It is recommended that every spell or ritual you add is hand written. This is to help you connect to your book better. A book of shadows is used to document all of your work, experiences, and learning throughout your Witchcraft journey. You can document the things that worked for you and the things that didn’t. Later on you can look back and see how far you have progressed on your own journey.

How do you set up your own BOS?

First Page:

You can write down your name and the date, then put down a spell to protect the book or warn other people that this is private and for your eyes only. (there will be another post with instructions for a bos protection spell) If you are Wiccan you may want to draw a protection sigil or pentagram.

This is what the first page of my bos looks like and you may use this as an example. I most considered myself as an eclectic Witch but I do a lot of work with the elements and I follow the part of the Wiccan path.

• Second Page:

You can write down a statement of your beliefs. Is there a certain pantheon you follow with certain laws and rules? What do you believe in? Or if you follow the Wiccan reds or the threefold law you can add that

• Third and Fourth Page:

You can put your table of contents here (if you’re like me and like organization)

Notes: this will be part of a series of post I hope you enjoy! Everything talked about in these series all all things that I have included myself in my own book of shadows. You are allowed to copy and modify any of these posts to fit your own book if you would like✨

Blessed Be💜

—The Witchy Cat😻

[littlewinter1917]

The Familiar - Masterlist

My blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI 🔞 Don't reposed my work anywhere.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Witch!Reader

Summary: You live in a little cottage in the depths of the woods, where you can practice your witchy ways to your heart’s delight. Things are peaceful and quiet, until your familiar decides to bring home a stray man she’s found in the forest. He’s hurt, scared, and in dire need of help. So, at her insistence, you take him in begrudgingly. But things get complicated when the ghosts of the past come back to haunt you both, and tensions and feelings keep rising as an unexpected bond between you and Eddie grows ever closer and tighter.

Or: Your cat and familiar tries her paws at playing matchmaker and actually succeeds by picking out the most pathetic guy (affectionate), she could find in the woods.

Warnings: A lot of hurt/comfort and fluff! Minor mentions of injuries and being sick, but nothing explicit. Talks about nightmares, past deaths, trauma and multiple witch hunts. Swearing, witchcraft and a talking pet/monster. Some tensions, mutual pinning, secret longing and major slow burn. There’s a small fight and a little bit of angst (with a happy ending though!) Mentions of guilt & grief - but above all healing! It’s implied that the reader isn’t quite human, and that they lost all of their family in a tragic way. This Story does contain spoilers for Season 4.

A/N: I Got the idea for this story after listening to Familiar by Agnes Obel, and Widowspeak’s cover of Wicked Game.

The story is also written als a three part series, with a gender neutral reader in mind, so that anyone who wants to can hopefully enjoy this little story! 🎃

Part I - The Familiar and the Unfamiliar

Part II - A wicked Game

Part III - Endings and Beginnings

[south-side-coven-blog]

Witchful Thinking: Love Potion

Witchful Thinking│Sweet Pea Witch!AU Love Potion

You looked out the window, where the Serpents usually gathered by Sweet Water River; Always smiling, laughing and having fun. You were so envious of them. They were always so free. And here you were being a recluse, as usual, stuck in your kitchen as you worked on a new potion. You’d been stuck on the love potion page for the better half of the week. You were trying to talk yourself into believing that you only wanted to make it because a witch should be well versed in all magic, and had nothing to do with the 6’3 beautiful man that joined the Serpents at the river.

Peaking back out the window you caught the tail end of his laugh. His whole chest would shake as he playfully hit Fangs. You were sure he was the most beautiful man that could ever exist. Everything about him was so perfect. His soft facial features in contrast with his personality, supple lips, the most beautiful raven hair that you’ve seen.

He was perfection…

If only he could be yours…?

He looked toward your window, almost like he felt you staring at him and you practically threw yourself to hide from his gaze.

“Maybe just making the love potion can’t hurt…” you mumbled to yourself.

“Mew” your familiar chimed.

“Oh hush Binx, it’s not like I’m gonna use it on him...that’s immoral.” you crossed your arms over your chest. “Right? It’s immoral.”

“MEW!”

“Ok, ok I got it…” you huffed and looked around. “But just having it can’t hurt…”

“Mew”

“Binx there’s really no need to be that sassy. I’ll make the potion right.” you rolled your eyes “One screw up and you never let me live it down.”

“Mew”

“Ok, so it was more than one. Leave me alone Binx.”

It wasn’t that you were a bad witch...per se...It was just hard to read these old arcane spells. Half the time they were backward or involved ancient runes or just straight up in Latin. And it was damn difficult to find some of the ingredients these potions called for without hauling your ass to Greendale. And honestly who had the time for that?

You spent the day working on the love potion, stirring absently and adding each ingredient. “Hmmm...rose water…?” you looked around the kitchen and grabbed the vase of sweet peas and tossed the flowers and water into the pot. “Close enough” you raised a brow looking at the color. “I thought that this would be pinker…” you shrugged looking to the next ingredient. “Hmmm, a stalk of smudging sage… aww, crap. I don’t have any more of that either. Binx do you think rosemary is a good substitute for sage?” You could have sworn you heard a very audible groan from your cat. “O...k…oh- I have some rubbed sage seasoning I was gonna use for a pot roast that’ll be good enough.”

While stirring your potion all you could think about was Sweet Pea. He was so strong, fiercely loyal and strangely kind. The first time you met him you were panicked since Binx had gotten out and you hadn’t lived in Riverdale very long. He spent hours helping you look for your cat. He’d even gotten some other Serpents to help, telling you how much his dog Hotdog meant to him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. You were almost in hysterics, wandering the forest.

“Binx! Binx!” you cried out, the rain was starting to fall harder, and finding a black cat in the impossibly dark forest was starting to seem hopeless. “Binx please!”

“Hey...Hey...calm down. We’re gonna find him. I promise.” He grabbed your shoulders with his strong arms, your whole body shaking. Rather it was the freezing rain or your anxieties he felt the need to protect you.

“You don’t understand-He’s all I have. I don’t have any family I only have-”

“I won’t let you be alone ok? I know you don’t know me...But family is everything to me, alright? We have a saying. No serpents left behind...It means that no matter what, we get to our family and we save them. We’re gonna find Binx. But we need you to get your head right.”

For the first time in your life, you felt safe and reassured.

You fell so hard, so fast.

It may have been one-sided, it may have been a distant love.

But it was a love.

Hearing the front door of your cabin open you turned around and blocked the pot with your body. “I’m not doing anything wrong.” you immediately called out.

“Oh that’s not suspicious” Sweet Pea chuckled quirking his brow and making his way over to you. “Why didn’t you join us at the river?” A smirk played on his lips. “I saw you watching me.”

“I didn’t want to get in the way...you guys were having fun.” you fiddled with your fingers, holding the ladle.

“We can have fun with you too ya know.” He looked over your shoulder seeing your feeble attempt to block him. “Love potion?” he read the page of your spellbook.

“It’s not what you think” you frantically waved your hands.

“Oh? So that’s not for me?” he feigned offense.

“N-No..it’s not.” you pouted avoiding is gaze, tugging on your ring absently.

“You know you’re the worst liar right?” he gripped your waist and lifted you on the counter beside your spellbook.

“Why does it smell like chicken?” he shook his head, turning off the stove.

“Oh Crap...was this my soup pot?” you looked between the two pots you had on the stove. Was it a good idea to work on your chicken soup at the same time as your potion? probably not. Could you have possibly separated half your ingredients into each pot? The chances were higher than you wanted to admit.

“Didn’t I tell you no more shortcuts on potions?” he grinned looking at your flustered face, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your sides.

“How do you know I took a shortcut?”

“Because the bouquet of sweet peas I got you are in the pot, and I can clearly see your spell called for rose water and not sweet peas soaked in water.”

“You sound like Binx…”

“Well Binx is pretty smart.” he chuckled and brushed his lips against yours. “What do you even need a love potion for?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on his nape. “I wanted you to love me…”

He sighed. “Oh my god-You’re literally my girlfriend”

“But what if you get bored of me…” you pouted and huffed.

“You’re insane” he chuckled peppering kisses along your cheek to your neck. “I love you. I’ll never get bored of you.”

“But-”

He silenced you with a kiss, holding your face in his large hands. His kiss not letting up until you gave in, responding to each movement of his lips. His teeth teasing your lower lip as his tongue flicked against the top of your mouth, enticing the smallest of whimpers.

You pulled away just slightly to catch your breath, your fingers running through his hair as your face warmed in a way only he could cause. “Sweets…”

He could never understand your insecurities. You were beautiful, passionate. Hopelessly, hopeful. Everything single thing you did made him fall harder for you. Like how you could never quite get your potions right but you never gave up, or how you just never had paper, so you’d scribble down any idea onto your arm. His favorite little habit was how you always played with your ring on your index finger when you lied.

He could spend a lifetime naming everything he loved about you.

“I’m yours. Do you get that?” He moved your hand over his heart. “Yours.” His forehead pressed against, so close that his breath became yours as he searched your eyes. “If you don’t believe me then just do some binding spell and bind me to you.”

“Sweets… I can’t” you caressed his chest, moving your hands back up to his face.

“Yes. You can. If it’s my permission you want then-”

You laughed shaking your head. “Well first off I can’t because I literally don’t know how. Secondly...I wasn’t planning on using the love potion...I want you mine. Not because of magic but because you love me...”

“I already am...and I already do.” He smirked “If you’re gonna doubt me… Why don’t I just show you how much I love you?” he lifted you off the counter, carrying you into your bedroom. Your carefree laughs, being silenced by his greedy kisses.

↟End↟

☾ Hey, Serpettes<3 I hope you guys enjoyed my first Riverdale scenario. I’ve had a lot of feels lately and I haven’t written in almost a year. I made this blog to kind of organize all my overwhelming thoughts and if you like it please let me know <3 I’d love the feedback

I was planning on making this a series of one shots staring my witchy mc

[changeyourgunsintofists]

Rules: answer 21  23 questions and tag 21 23 people

Got tagged by @unexciting-houseplant! Thank you love <3

Nickname: Val, some stil call me Sushi

Zodiac: Gemini

Height: 5′6″

Last movie I watched: uuuuh not sure... either Bohemian Rhapsody or Scott Pilgrim vs.the World

Last thing I googled: nicecream (an ice cream company that makes non-dairy ice cream with fruits!)

Favorite musician: My Chemical Romance will always have a special place in my heart

Song stuck in my head:  The Hit by TWRP

Other blogs: oh boy i got a few but i mostly post everything on this one. Here’s a list for the interested:

@immasweaterslut (The Neighbourhood blog), @spaceismyreligion (need to find a theme, but it’s a witchy blog), @sorry-im-exist (game grumps and friends blog, super new so it’s empty for now) and a few more that are a bit more private and I’m not super comfy too post them

Followers: 900

Amount of sleep: depends... sometimes it’s 3, other times it’s 10. usualy, i get 6 and take a nap in the afternoon. 

Lucky number: ummm. 16? idk

Dream job: tbh at this point idk...video editing???  i really wish that the youtube gaming community wasn’t so harsh so i could do my own show :/

What I’m wearing: camo short overalls, black long sleeves shirt, stockings and grey kneesocks

Favorite food: hamburger...? sushi...? CHICKEN NUGGETS...???

Language: French and English (german a little, but i stopped studying it and i forgot a lot of stuff)

Can I play an instrument: can kinda play ukulele

Favorite song: ugh! idk. . . . . . . .Kings and Queens by Thirty Seconds to Mars? maybe?

Random fact: i hate melons.... any kind idc.... even candy 

Describe yourself aesthetically: umm idk if that’s good enough but hey! .... clumsy and messy retro gamer girl, vintage clothes and oversized hoodies, unicorn hair and loose locks, phone’s storage too full because of 3,000 songs, laughing out loud after a big ol’ crying session

AND THAT’S ONLY 19 QUESTION so here’s two more, y'all should add two too if you want! :)

Book I’m currently reading: i don’t read books but i bought a new Queen magazine?

Series I’m trying to finish: American Gods, Brooklyn Nine-Nine (when school will give me time)

HAVE TWO MORE!

Favorite color: Purple!

CATS OR DOGS???: DOGGOS!!!!

I tag: @avarak ;P @addict-with-no-frens @see-it-all-so-clear @sophiemars @mazzelloplots @regional-dream @bowieandqueen11 @crazymindtoclean @thatfairlylocalgay @emodipshitwolf @thatflowerpower @neon-gravest0nes @no-no-no-noo-no @send-emo-memes-pls @thatdamreader @tacobelltylerr @music-save-my-soul  @thatlasthope @lokeynopressure @fall-out-of-formation @multifandommeels @villagegrim @purplendicular

Do it if you want to, if not you’re still awesome and i love you! <3 

[seaside-roleplays]

Wishlist

Hiya ♡ Just a terribly bored girl who likes to spend her free time writing out the lives of fictional characters! You can find me using discord more than anything, as I can use it wherever. If you didn’t already see, I’m 21 and a Female. That matters for some people, for example, I won’t write out mature topics with people under 18.

I double, triple, and enjoy F//, M// and M/F. Fandom and original are both fun! I have a list of fandoms further down that I am happy to discuss or rp ♡ As far as fandoms go, I am OC friendly, and will absolutely play your desired love interest ♡

If you find yourself wanting to write together, shoot me a message! It is the fastest way to catch my attention! please include what plot/pairing you are looking to do rather than just ‘hey, are you looking for an rp?’ 

Ideas

- Kingdom Hearts, I finished playing 3 and really want to roleplay with someone. Oc/Canon or Canon/Canon if I ship it. I can play your character's love interest if you can play mine ^^ My first girl can be paired with Saix, or Axel if that is an easier character to play. My second girl has Demyx as her love interest. I would be happy to tell you more about them if doubling up is something you want to do. I have played all of the games //or at least watched all the cut scenes hehe// So I have confidence in playing most characters. Shipping wise feel free to ask and I can tell you. It's faster than me listing them.

-  A Love Live School Idol Festival Themed rp, we make our own unit of school idols and roleplay their adventures, highs and lows, could be a F// or completely platonic! also open to a M/F romance between 2 idols of different units //ex.Starlight Four vs Phantom Five//

- Miraculous , I want to do something with my girl who is a ballerina with a swan Kwammi, who has Marinette/Ladybug as her love interest. Can play Adrien/Cat Noir for you, otherwise I'm not as confident with the other canons. Could also just use Oc's and do our own thing. I just REALLY want to play my favorite black cat superhero. Chances are I will 100% make a pinterest board or something for the roleplay *-* I do have a couple ideas in mind regarding some villans // Jellyfish and Monarch Butterfly??//

-  Something with an animal cafe, where the workers there have animal like traits, a maid/butler has a crush on a human patron or fellow worker. A cute magical slice of life. A slow burn romance, that can play out as the seasons come and go

- Something like "A Simple Favor" . 2 single mothers meet each other through their children wanting a playdate. One being very bubbly and cheery, the type to make beautiful home cooked meals, do arts and crafts and run a blog. The second a chic business woman who lives a life of lavish events and the finest clothes money can buy. These two women over time fall in love, despite their different worlds. Sharing their passions with one another and watching their children grow. A sweet F// really 

-  F// spy or partners in crime kinda plot! need help building this one!

-  A witch curses a princess so that no man will ever fall in love with her! This backfires when the princess thanks her, as she is actually very into women. A cute F// rp

- A Fire Emblem rp with oc's? Basically build our own world? this one would be a lot of work. I do also have one Nohrian Cleric who I would love to use, fairly open minded about who I pair her with, so you don't have to worry about me claiming anyone. Happy to double!

- Something based off the mangas Beasts of Abigaile , the Case Study of Vanitas or Mermaid Boys I am very into these recently and am happy to do oc's or canons. or, build something similar of our own.

-  Magical girl stuff. Sailor Moon, Winx Club, Shugo Chara, Pretty cure, etc. I would love to do something akin to a second gen or using various anime as an inspiration to the rp!

- A Marvel rp, specifically with the Thor universe. I would like to do an rp with Loki x Oc, where I play as Loki, since I miss playing him. I saw Thor Ragnarok and didn't know I needed to see Loki in a suit. Prefer that your character had a faceclaim, and not picking on if they are male or female really, like I said, I just really want to play Loki and have him fall in love, and yes, I have seen infinity war

- Adding to the Marvel fandom, I am also happy to play spiderman/Peter Parker for your oc, or Venom/Eddie Brock for your oc. I'm looking to get some experience playing as them, so I would not be expecting us to double, as I don't have an oc of my own that could fit with them.

- Black Butler, I really got back into this and am dying to do something with oc's or canons //maybe even a good canon x oc?// I want to use my oc who would be a maid, similar to Seb, a demon who also has a thing for ciel, not so much romantically. Happy to play Alois, Sebby, undertaker, ciel, or claude for you. 

-  A cute slice of life rp? a pinch of magic? Maybe a young wizard and witch? one from big city the other from a small town in the country?

-  Peter Pan based rp, I had a few pairings and ideas in mind, the 2 I most crave are Captain Hook//TinkerBell and Captain Hook//Peter Pan. I just want to play a captain hook using Hugh Jackman as Hook's FC. BxB or BxG is fine by me, I'm just looking to have the roles reversed, where Hook is the good guy, taking in the lost boys who peter intends to 'thin out' when they start to grow up, and having them join his crew for refuge. He tries to save as many as he can, but sometimes he shows up too late or things get in his way //peter's trusty pet croc?// I like the idea of having there be a routine of Peter collecting a new 'Wendy' Perhaps as a sacrifice to keep him young and keep neverland's magic? Plot with me?

- Very much wanna do a Red Riding Hood style rp, can be cute and fluffy or dark and eerie! The cuter plot would be an academy that teaches two entirely different crowds, the first being the Red Hoods, a class made up of boys and girls who will go into the world and become protectors to ordinary folk. While the other class is the wolves, those either willing to learn to control their gifts, and those thrown into the academy in fear of them running loose with no supervision. Dark and eerie plot could be more historical fantasy, again, there being a group of Red Hood's, who protect their villages and towns from the werewolves that stalk the borders, ready to pick up one weak and foolish enough to stray from home. A red goes hunting in the woods, as they are the only ones experienced enough to fight back, and finds a trapped wolf, and chooses to help them. The wolf then taking shape into a human thanks the Red Hood and promises they won't forget the kindness. This could also be swapped, where a Red has harmed them self and can't get back to the village, and a wolf assists them. Can be F// M// or F/M. I prefer to play the wolf if I can, but am just as happy to play a Red Hood. ^^ we could do multiple pairings for this as well

- Something inspired by ‘A Court of Thorns and Roses’ with the seasons and times of day each having a court/kingdom? 

Genres

- Fantasy stuff! Give me your zodiac based rp's, take me to lands where princes and princesses are made to wed, throw all your wizarding and witchy worlds my way. These are what I want! I want to be able to do something that will be imaginative and exciting! Elves, fairies, royalty, fairytales [modern and historical], werewolves, vampires, I love it all!

- Horror, I love me a good scary plot! I've gotten in to playing corpse party again, and would love to see something under the genres of haunted school, a town with a murderer on the loose, dealing with supernatural creatures with morbid tendencies, and ghots with traumatizing pasts and violent deaths. I love me some gore and horror.

- Romance, give me a rp where there is drama, heartbreak, love and friendship. I love love love romance based roleplay's. High school based ones with angtsy teens, day to day living, coffe shop romance, I will take it if it has a compelling plot and a character I can fall for!

- Harvest Moon, I mean, it could be pokemon based, or just straight up village living, I crave that simple life kinda roleplay, it's a game series I do adore, and will always find joy playing

Fandoms!

Marvel~Overwatch~Kingdom Hearts~Love Live~Miraculous~Fire Emblem~Case Study of Vanitas~Mermaid Boys~Sailor moon~Winx Club~Shugo Chara~Precure~Kuroshitsuji~Aikatsu~Corpse party~Final fantasy~Harvest Moon~Rune factory~Persona~Pokemon~Tokyo Ghoul