#whentheinkwellrunsdry

[powerof3in1]

Prue was struggling, to say the least. It had been a rough month and a half. She became withdrawn and depressed. After losing her aunt Prue, she felt lost -- one of the strongest witches she’d known had fallen and even magic couldn’t bring her back or save her. Still, she pressed on and went to school after Paige had moved in, healing alongside her friends and using classes to distract her. Once she knew her mum and Aunt Phoebe were getting better emotionally, Prue felt better about leaving for school, even though she orbed home quite a bit. The year that followed however, felt even more like hell with the Tournament and losing Cedric. She was supposed to die in that graveyard. It was supposed to be her.... yet here she was. Still very much alive while Cedric didn’t get the same courtesy. It felt like a big cosmic joke and the universe was just laughing at her. She kept having to watch people she cared about die and there was nothing she could do about it...but when she died, somehow, here she was. It didn’t stick, when she’d have done anything to switch places with them. If anyone deserved to be in the world more, it was her Aunt Prue and Cedric. 

The young witch was aware of what day it was. Normally, she’d be packing her trunk and getting ready for fifth year. However, she laid awake most of the night overthinking and replaying the same argument she’d been having with herself for a week now. How could she go back? After everything that happened...not to mention the Prophet had been covering their own asses by lying to everyone about Voldemort. He was back. She saw it. Harry saw it. Amos would feel the absence of his son for the rest of his life because of it. Her nightmares kept her awake most nights over it. Prue kept the pile of the Daily Prophets in the corner for fire scraps.

She rolled over to stare at the wall, tired eyes heavy with the sleep she missed out on in the past few weeks. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she was fairly certain, at least, that she was not going back to Hogwarts this year. Maybe not ever again. 

@whenthe-inkwell-runsdry​

[thegreatworkofmagic]

I would LOVE to write my Piper with your Prue and Phoebe!

I’m still testing out Prue, but feel free to send asks for both of them! Or just contact me if you prefer to plot first. I don’t bite! I’m currently rewatching the series. I’m starting with season 4 tonight :)

[ofskinwalkers]

📝

Send a ‘📝’ to see what plot I’d like to do with our muses.

I think out of your muses the one that stands out to me the most is Thomas Roland but I’m also kind of torn who I’d pair him with >.

Cause on the one hand we have Jasper (book fanatic), who has the possibility to have a verse where he could be a publicist, and like the pair meet when he becomes their editor and like forbidden boss and client relationship. Then like his book could like kick off and really draw attention, movie deals and such meaning they’d have to keep even more secret. 

But then I saw he has a Werewolf verse and I’m like ‘...Werewolf mate pairing goals’ xD Kieran’s a protective sweetheart after all and has quite strong control of his wolf. Maybe Tom ends up in his pack after the incident and he’s left in charge of teaching him how to look after himself.

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

C O N T from @whenthe-inkwell-runsdry || Kallie (X)

Relieved when she didn’t seem ready to literally shock him, Lewis relaxed a little and nodded. “Good. Liking is good. Always up for new friends and not new enemies.” he replied, chuckling. 

“Just out for a wander. Like to take different routes sometimes, y’know, change things up. And yourself?”

[deadxend]

|| @whenthe-inkwell-runsdry

Hades began to think the demon witch wouldn’t come for him. He’d heard whispers of what happened between her and her parents and figured that might play a factor. The threat would have always been in the back of his mind, but the excitement for a fight had died down after a week of waiting.

Claiming his power back felt good. Killing Cole and watching him die felt good. Feeling the power that belonged to him flowing through his veins once again was satisfying in a way it had never been before. Hades had always been one to be in control of his emotions during his rein of The Underworld, but the betrayal he experienced at his brother’s hands changed him. He’d resisted this evil by passing off the responsibility to another. Now, for the first time in thousands of years, he was really embracing it.

There was much to plan and accomplish to breathe life into his revenge. It would take years and Hades was ready to indulge in every minute of it until that fateful day came.

The god was in his study when he first sensed the powerful being drawing near. It wasn’t until she was in the mansion that Hades realized who it was. It was hard to not show his excitement.. these meetings always came with such promise, yet he remained still—reviewing his plans and lying in wait.

He admired her skill as she snuck up on him. If he were a lesser demon, Hades could tell she would have had the upper hand. His status was all that kept him a step ahead.

As quickly as she came at him, the god grabbed her, flipping her and slamming her against the floor in front of him. Before she could get up, he was hovering over her.

“I didn’t think you were ever going to come find me..” Hades grinned, his large hand gripping around the witch’s neck tightly, suppressing her oxygen for a moment before letting up his hold so she could gasp for air. He kept his hand holding her down by her neck as he looked her over. Hades didn’t want to hurt her too badly, especially if he could recruit her. “You’ve come all this way— why don’t you introduce yourself to me?”

[ericbrandonrp]

“Just like his owner?”

“...........................”

“......don’t know what ye’re talkin’ ‘bout......”

[evora-eriu-mclaggen]

"Are you sure this is safe?" (pick a verse, any verse)

Random starters

@whenthe-inkwell-runsdry

“I never claimed it would be.”

It wasn’t going to be a very long ride. The driver was instructed to take a few additional rounds around the theater, but other than that the distance from their meet up point to their destination was small. Eriu pulled out a heavily packed envelope and handed it over to Abbey. “I hear he’s a gambler. Should make it easier to keep him distracted.”

[shesboundtolose]

"Who did this?" (For your muse to find mine with a black eye and bruises) Gray

BLACK & BLUE, FIND OUT WHO | Selectively accepting       ( @whenthe-inkwell-runsdry / Gray )

       “ No one of importance. ”  And that was that really. Lou brushed off the other’s concern with a shrug and sigh, smiling just a bit as an attempt to comfort until the cut on her lip strained a bit too much.  “ Honestly I just considered it another TRAINING EXERCISE, just not… a planned one. ”

[powerof3in1]

continued x || @whenthe-inkwell-runsdry​

“Bloody hell, ‘s brilliant!” She chimed excitedly, softly petting the bird’s head before turning back to wrap her arms around her mother. “Thank you so much, Mum. They’re so perfect, all of it! She’s beautiful!” Prue bit her lip. “I feel like I’ve got to get you something better now, you got me a live owl... Where on Earth did you find an owl in San Francisco anyhow? This is so cool.” 

[thegreatworkofmagic]

∞

“anonymous” impressions

∞  I hope we write for a really long time!

I hope so too!

[ericbrandonrp]

❖ + do you trust Abbey? Do you see a future with her?

Send me a ❖ + a question and my muse will be forced to tell the truth@whenthe-inkwell-runsdry || accepting: YES

“Uh...well...I wanna trust her. She’s done nothin’ but help me and I’m really thankful for tha’, but...I don’t know...we’re strangers. I don’t know her, and I’m not ‘xactly used to strangers helpin’ me. So...I koinda...trust is--let’s say I’m ge’in there. I wanna get to know her be’er, once this entoire shite’s over. So I sorta do see a future with her...though I can’t tell wha’ koinda future. Guess we go’a foind that out first...maybe over dinner. A film. Candle loight...”

[thegreatworkofmagic]

❝ Please don’t freak out…but I’m pregnant. I SAID DON’T FREAK OUT. ❞ (for Phoebe from Piper about baby Melinda)

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʙʏ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ!

     PREGNANCY -

"How can you tell me this and expect me not to do that?"

Phoebe exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. She then flashed her a broad, happy smile, as she moved closer to hug her for a moment.

"Congratulations! I’m going to be an auntie again, yay! How far along are you? What do you think, will it be a girl this time?"

She asked her so rapidly, she barely gave her sister time to answer any of her questions.

[ericbrandonrp]

@kalonice-daughter-of-iris-rp: "We could always find something to get angry about." *wink*

“I don’t loike bein’ bossed ‘round, if that helps.”

[ericbrandonrp]

O, P, Q, & Z ;)

Naughty Headcanons@whenthe-inkwell-runsdry || accepting: NO

O = ORAL (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)Eric likes both giving and receiving; it always depends on his mood, though. People have often told him he is very good with his tongue, which he is quite proud of. Also, he does give blowjobs as well and actually enjoys giving them a lot (and yes, he swallows)...but don’t tell anyone.

P = PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)Both. Like so often it always depends on his current mood; he likes it fast and rough when he’s angry and he and his partner have been figthing beforehand, but he’s also totally up for slow and sensual (most of the time, actually). He likes to enjoy the sex and prolong it, and not end it in a rush.

Q = QUICKIE (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)Oh, he doesn’t mind them one bit. Actually, he quite likes them when he’s been drinking the most because it means no obligations and going back to normal after a short time. It also isn’t awkward for him. He actually has quickies and one-night stands quite often, mostly when he’s out at the pub - and then can return to the counter and have another drink.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)Once again, that depends. Eric is a passionate cuddler and likes to whisper sweet things after the sex, holding his partner in his arms for the rest of the night. Sometimes, though, the sex is tiring, of course, and he can fall asleep quite fast - but, also, with his arms around his partner.

[ericbrandonrp]

“Sure ya do, Eric.” Abbey slid a hand around his abdomen and squeezed lightly.

Without giving much thought to it, his arms both moved around Abbey to pull her closer, against him, holding her tightly as he buried his nose in her hair. He didn’t need sex to be close to her. He just needed this.

[ericbrandonrp]

“Extremely allergic, so hell no. Aww, well I’d still love to meet him. I’ve got a thing for taking care of the broken.”

“...I noticed...”

“I mean, uhm...sure. He doesn’t loike loud noises and bein’ pushed into a corner. But he luvs treats and cuddles.”