#magaprima

[auntiezelda]

(from so long ago) @magaprima

        Zelda was ready to take offense at Lilith’s surprised tone before she began to think on Hell’s new monarch’s possible reasoning for not believing her. She had read every scrap of every book or scripture she could find over the centuries that spoke of Lilith. With all of said knowledge she wondered what, if anything, would Lilith know or understand of family and their multitude of dynamics.

       “Yes, I would and will if I must.” And then she thought for a moment longer. No, it came as a surprise because it would be one even for her own family. She knew, deep down, that they wouldn’t do the same for her. Ambrose would be too hesitant and frightened. Sabrina would volunteer herself but then be trying to find some loophole. And Hilda... Zelda had witnessed her sister realizing she was under the caligari spell and then she had left her there, a problem to solve another day.

       “You know, I never thought I’d have the Queen of Hell bolstering my spirits, yet here we are.”

#magaprima #getting hope from the lilith? you go zelds!

[spirit-x-ing]

@magaprima

CONT. from X

Whoever it was that had taken over this house might not be paranoid as Lorelai suggested, but he was certainly guarded. To a curious degree. Lilith had rarely seen such determination to keep everything out, even in the depths of Hell. Whether he had cast these barriers himself or had found someone to do the bidding for him was a question Lilith desired answered for several reasons, but what also begged her interest was his reasons; keeping something out or keeping something in?

Opting to simply open the door the normal way rather than magic herself inside, Lilith examined the door even as she picked the lock with a subtle twirl of her fingers, before turning her attention to the rest of the house. The relatively traditional picturesque home, its entire aesthetic, didn’t hold her attention in the same way it evidently held Lorelai’s; Lilith didn’t have any personal stake in this residence, only a…justified curiosity in its current owner.

Standing at the base of the stairs, she silently watched as the girl wandered off, enthusiasm lacing every word as she took a nostalgic trip down a lane of distant yet familiar memories, betraying her excitement at being here. Leaving Lorelai to examine the kitchen, and doubtless the fridge, Lilith turned to walk up the stairs, her scarlet nailed hands trailing long the bannister as she took each step at a leisurely pace, examining the walls as she did so.

Her hands continued to trail along the wall as she reached the upper landing, her palm tracing the wallpapers and framed painting and photos. She paused at a picture frame, and seeing that it was the identity of the current resident, she snapped her fingers and the frame was suddenly empty, the photo now in her hand.

Continuing on, she peered through this door and that until she found the one she was looking for.

“Perfect….” She murmured to herself as she pushed open the door to the main bedroom. It was the one place that everyone kept their secrets, the parts of their personality that they…reserved for their own privacy. Smiling with eager determination, she entered the room confidently, her hands yet again trailing over everything, getting a sense to everything she touched. Whoever it was that had cast those barriers spent a great amount of time in this room; the identity simply…hidden between the trinkets.

She bit her lip, moving towards the closets just as felt the presence of Lorelai nearby. Turning to look at the girl, she held out the photo. “The new residents, including your…little over-cautious caster.”

She climbed the stairs albeit loudly as she paused for a moment. The creaks that came from the house were her own. She listened a bit more. The house was much quieter than it was. No other spirits or entities were nearby. This was much different than she remembered. She was haunted, tortured by the numerous spirits and, she was now sure demons, coming and going. Sleep only came when her body could no longer shed anymore tears before shutting down.

She continued on as she looked around. The home looked very much the same and that irritated her. Triggering upsetting memories from her time here. Her mother's room was up ahead to the right. Her brother's right next to her mother's. She finally kept walking, her Grandmother's was on the left as she turned her head and realized it was already open. Lorelai stepped in and looked around. The interior here was different, updated to a degree, though once again some things lingered and it made her wonder if the person who bought this house bought the furniture with it.

She sighed making her way towards Lilith as she presented a picture. She gazed down upon it. The guy looked regal-like. A bit stuck or confident. He was pretty attractive overall. ❝Yep,❞ she replied with a pop of her lips. She nodded in agreement with Lilith's discernment. ❝I can sense his energy here...❞ she passed sniffing a bit ❝And his cologne?❞ she said perking a brow with a smirk. It smelt good. She looked around once more. ❝This was once my Grandmother's room,❞ she voiced nearing by the same bed. ❝That room over there, her bathroom...here was a nursery," she said making her way toward another door and opening it. ❝Oh...and now it's a walk-in closet,❞ she said with a small chuckle. She walked in to explore. It was a nice walk-in closet, with typical drawers, organizers, and lots of suits. ❝Eh....all business,❞ she replied looking over the various suits he had hanging.

Lorelai sighed with a huff. ❝I'm starting to gander that if this guy does work the magic it's not really at his home," she said with a shrug walking back out. She paused, calming, looking around a bit more, admiring the detailed carved ceiling panels. Those were new. ❝My room was in the attic,❞ she whispered remembering. Lorelai tilted her head before crossing over and floating upwards towards the attic.

Lorelai floated up to the attic as she paused. It was dark and most of the windows that lit her room were closed with shutters. It was also dusty and full of random stuff. ❝Geeze, obviously Mr. Hotshot lawyer does not come up here often!❞ Lorelai complained as dust floated about with the small rays of sun that managed to sneak in. She looked around more familiar stuff! ❝Heh,❞ she said a bit happily, feeling she may be able to find something of her family here.

She looked around before noticing a familiar trunk with brass buttons and a very old key lock. It was her grandmother's trunk. She scoffed out a sigh before falling to her knees. ❝It's still here❞" she whispered to herself. Lorelai's hands glossed over it lightly as she tried to ghost through it but couldn't. ❝Huh,❞ she let out a bit surprised in a mock-like challenge. She tried again as she tried to reach in and grab something or at least unlock it but it burned this time. ❝Ah!❞ she let out pulling her hand back before shaking her hand. ❝Lilith! I think I found something!❞ she bellowed suddenly hoping she can help her out and unlock it quickly.

#magaprima #// started a new thread cause Tumblr hates us #Didn't even notify me of this just happened to decide to check threads #The Gif is perfection

[potestmagice]

@magaprima asked: ❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ (For Leo Wyatt. Not in a legit flirty way, but in that way where Lilith is deliberately saying it to make him uncomfortable for her amusement)

Leo raised an eyebrow at Lilith's comment. "I think I'll pass on that offer," he replied with a slight smirk. "But I appreciate the offer nonetheless." Leo had encountered his fair share of supernatural beings throughout his time as a Whitelighter, but Lilith was a new one to him. Despite her unsettling presence, he couldn't help but feel intrigued by her. "So, what brings you to our realm, Lilith?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

#magaprima #☆ interactions ~ leo wyatt #☆ queue

[improudofyousammy]

magaprima asked:

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

What's wrong with pumpkin spice?" Dean asked as he took a bite of one of the festive Oreos into his mouth, a few crumbs falling onto his leather jacket. "It's got it all in the name. Pumpkin. Spice." He gestured as though to ask what more could you want. "Don't tell me you're one of those that hate it because it's popular. Come on Lilith -- give it a try." He held up a cookie to her. If he was stuck with the woman ... demon .. thing ... the least she could do was have a cookie.

#magaprima #&& verse: Demons I Get; People Are Crazy

[legends-and-savages]

@magaprima liked for a starter with Joyce

Joyce had made the decision to move her kids from Hawkins to Greendale to get away from whatever was going on here, and give each of them a fresh start. Which is why she was at the local high school not quite late for a meeting, but almost late. "Sorry, I'm still finding my way around town." She said. "I'm Joyce." She said as she held her hand out to Mary. "Thank you for meeting with me. I know it's a bit unortadox to just enroll in the middle of the year, but there were some circumstances that led us here."

#magaprima #c;; Joyce Byers #Joyce in a CAOS verse yes that is a thing I now want

[infernalclay]

magaprima asked:

7. blood on the pavement

Caliban's brow furrowed as he crouched down, his fingers trailing through the dark red liquid that seemed iridescent under the moon. The prince of Hell still was not sure why he had agreed to help the she-demon. Perhaps it was his soft spot for the Spellman girl. Or perhaps it was because he knew he was not immune to this new threat either.

He lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted the blood before he quickly spat it out and stood. "Celestial," he said as he stood and wiped his mouth. "Spellman was here."

#♛ || verse: prince of hell #magaprima #Caliban ya nasty #who knows who walked on the sidewalk

[drkroots]

@magaprima said: ❛ for future reference, never interrupt my ritual again. ❜ (for Deacon. Accompanied by that Trademark Lilith Glare)

          magic sentence starters

               "Also a witch, I get it." Reply was harsh, somewhat out of character for the usually unserious witch. "But we have a situation here." He didn't know what was happening other than the teenagers in the school were in a panic. "And I can't find the boss lady," despite casualness, phrase was used in the most respectful way possible, "n' you're the next best thing." A pause to hear some desperate yelling as scattering continued. "I'm not qualified to deal with this shit."

#[ ❄️ ] ; deacon dallas / interactions #[ 🌙 ] ; verse / phase 01 #magaprima #[ 🌙 ] ; answered

[halliwellauto]

@magaprima sent: [ INTERVENE ]: sender wordlessly steps in between the receiver and the threat, facing the threat while shielding the receiver from them. (because it's fun to sometimes put Lilith inexplicably in protective mode)

She had decided to explore on her own outside of the new home she was. Though maybe it hadn't been the smartest move given that she still had an older brother to worry about. she had thought she was safe from all the madness that her brother was causing. But she quickly realized how wrong she was in that thought. While she was walking outside, she had ran into someone that seemed to be a loyal follower of his. she had done her best to fight him off but was overpowered pretty quickly.

She had thought that was it until she saw a woman stand in front of her. She didn't recognize her but she felt a powerful air about her. She hid behind her, looking at the demon before them. "I thought I was the only one out here." she told her rescuer, her eyes never leaving the threat before them.

#magaprima #v: unchanged future #ask #aiden answers

[badassxbirdy]

Continued from here

@magaprima

Seeing the girl’s confidence wane, the doubt starting to creep in, weakening her decision, Lilith sighed, shaking her head slightly with a deliberately patient smile.

“It’s what he deserved,” she confirmed. “He didn’t think twice of the suffering those children would go through, not to mention the torment their families endured also, wondering just where their lost child might be, never knowing if they might come back. He wouldn’t have cared if any of his hosts died, if they were caught in any…fatal crossfire. He would have simply jumped to another.”

Moving forward, Lilith reached out to softly crook her finger under Tyler’s chin, lifting it gently so that they were looking eye to eye. “Don’t let the world bend you to its…limited moral view of the world. Pain and suffering can be used to exact justice in the right situation. There are certain things, certain people, that are deserving of that punishment.” She let her hand fall away, but kept her gaze on the cambion. “Don’t question your own judgement, especially when its so instinctive.”

She looked back at the spot where the demon had been, quiet for a moment as she stared at the now empty space. When Lilith raised her chin Tyler met her eyes with a frown.

“Lettin’ my instincts decide things is what gets me in hot water. Gets people hurt. Not punished. Hurt.” Ty wasn’t entirely correct about that. It wasn’t so much her instincts and judgement that were the problem, but the way her temper influenced them. Her instinctive reactions when she was calm? Totally fine. Reliable, even. But when she was angry? A disaster waiting to happen.

“Which ones are yours?” She asked, seemingly out of the blue. “The demons, I mean. Like, I know there’s the ones like my… my father, but what about the rest of ‘em?” It was a question she probably should have asked earlier. Certainly one she should have asked before letting herself trust Lilith so much. She still couldn’t quite explain why she did trust her. There was something… something she couldn’t put her finger on. Something that drew the cambion in. In the end it came back around to instinct.

#badassxqueue #*interactions #magaprima

[0phelia-c0mplex]

"what kind of a question is that?" @magaprima​

Ophelia swallowed stunned not sure how to respond. She had just come out of that room a few seconds earlier and it was empty. She forgot her keys and walked back in and suddenly Mrs. Wardwell was there. Maybe she did stutter the question in shock, she was sure the room was just empty when she delivered the letters. ❝I-I just thought...❞ she paused for a moment, stuttering! She closed her eyes and gulped calming herself. ❝I'm sorry were you just in here?❞ she finally asked. 

#magaprima #{ I had to think about how to answer this } #{ also you use Legacy editor right not Beta? }

[cfgcdsandmcnsters]

@magaprima continued from here.

"I suppose that's true," Marilyn agreed with a nod. Scaring others seemed to be the norm for her, everyone was always running away from her. She couldn't quite understand why. She didn't think her plainness was so scary, yet here she was. "People in this town seem to scare pretty easily."

#magaprima #muse; marilyn

[percentstardust]

moved from here | @magaprima

Ensuring the throne went on to her brother should anything happen to her before she has a chance to have a child of her own one day with Caliban sounded like a good idea. Sabrina is only seventeen. She wants to live her life before having an heir. She's got years ahead of her. She is immortal after all.

"Of course, the entire court isn't in agreement. Not every demon likes my father." The fact she is referring to Lucifer as her father shows how their relationship has progressed. "I mean, some don't like me on the throne. They don't like the changes I have made." She has ignored their comments, especially the ones that say she does not belong down here. Too bad. They are all stuck with her in charge unless Lucifer changes his mind or something. "So, we will get some sort of official document written out. A decree of sorts."

Lilith as Adam's regent would ensure the boy was raised.....not entirely by her father. It would also ensure Lilith's safety. At least, she hoped it would. She trusted Lilith would also make sure the changes she made would stick. She didn't want anyone undoing them. "Yeah, he needs you. Dad's not really.....been active in raising him." Which doesn't surprise her. Perhaps that is why Lilith is still being kept around? The duties of taking care of Adam have been shoved onto her instead of Lucifer having to deal with them. Sabrina has noticed that.

"Besides the idiots that tell me that I have no business on the throne? Not really. I don't fully trust the remaining plague kings to not have something up their sleeves. There's also Caliban, but, he's not done anything to seem untrustworthy so far." She still is keeping an eye on him, however.

#magaprima #& threads ( sabrina morningstar spellman ) #verse; caos part four #had to move it cause the post editor is being DUMB

[vyrulent]

starter call || @magaprima​

It had felt like oceans of time had slipped between witch and vampire had met. They had each held their lives -- Lilith’s far more glamorous and spectacular than Lucy’s was now in the modern age. She’d heard of the wins the witches had made and their stumbles. It was a spectacularly small circle when it came to dealing with the supernatural community. 

“How are the shoes treating you,” Lucy asked, smile soft and kind as she thought back to the gift she’d brought to the witch. It had been a simple gift, but she’d known from experience that high heels could bring home to even the most perfectly pampered feet. 

#magaprima #( lucy replies )

[wlfcurse]

                “I heard a rumor that you’re the first witch,” There is curiosity and caution in her words but Kara cannot help but give the dark haired woman another glance. There’s a scent of magic to her, old and powerful. She was certainly much older than she appeared, but was that not every witch Kara had met? “Or was that just a terrible exaggeration?” — @magaprima​ / liked!

#magaprima #iii. main verse

[drkroots-a]

@magaprima​ said: “   how  long  was  i  out ??   ”

          sticky situation sentence starters

               “Twenty minutes. Friend of yours is being held in the witch cell and Adam’s perfectly safe with Zelda.” And Jewel, the latter of the two already to start throwing fists.

Judging by the low grumblings and growlings from the shadows of the room, it was clear that Yvette had already called for reinforcements from her people, and only really acknowledged them after at least helping Lilith sit up.

“Now, let’s be real, you probably have lists of people who want to off you... but they’ve gotta be both desperate and damn powerful to figure out a way to actually pose a threat to your physical body.” Throat was cleared before preparing to help Lilith to feet. “How we even gonna go about narrowing those lists down?”

#magaprima #[ 🌙 ] ; answered #[ 🐺 ] ; yvette steele / interactions

[normallyxstranger]

@magaprima​ | title; securities (Dylan & Lilith) | cont. from here

     Had he brought the crackers with him? Maybe. It was a shame there weren’t any more here, because he did have a craving and nothing but excess would do. He popped another in his mouth, crunching on it as he looked the woman over. Oh, but she wasn’t a woman. No, no, no. She was more than that and that satisfied the craving for excess more than anything.

     “No, don’t s’pose you’ve got a need for that.” 

     Grinning, he turned his attention away from her, choosing not to take her obvious hint to leave. “Is this your place, or just a place? Your, ah, vessel’s home? S’nice.”

#magaprima #thread; Dylan #title; securities (Dylan & Lilith)