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waking you up (claire elford x reader)
claire x GN reader
In the case of Claire, the two of you would be in a flower field. She wanted to bring you to her favorite spot on a date, so you had a picnic and frolicked around together for a couple of hours. Eventually, you ended up back on the picnic blanket, sleepy and worn out from having fun. Claire sat down with her legs under her, her back up against a tree, and patted her lap invitingly.
“You look sleepy,” she said with warm cheeks. “Want to rest on my lap before we go home?”
How could you refuse an offer like that? You laid down at once, gently setting your head into her lap, looking up and meeting her gaze before closing your eyes. As she began to play with your hair, you fell asleep.
A while later, you felt something ticklish all over your face, and music filled your ears. Claire’s voice traveled, singing her favorite song to rouse you from your nap. As you slowly opened your eyes, you saw that she was pecking you on your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, her grinning face hovering over yours.
“Good morning,” she said, chipper after seeing that you had opened your eyes. “The sun is setting. We need to go…”
You propped yourself up on your elbows, kissed her nose, and then laid back down again.
“Okay,” she said, affectionate, “Just a little longer, then.”
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My friend got me into Witch's Heart and I'm obsessed. Go play it rn if you haven't.
Claire Elford dating hcs
No spoilers for the games in these headcanons. Requests ARE open for this game.
Holds your hand all the time.
You hold your hand out to help carry some of the shopping bags and she'll swap them all over to one arm to hold the offered hand.
She's extremely emotionally intelligent. Unless you're exceptionally skilled at hiding your feelings, she'll notice them and ask you about them.
Literally…. The most comforting person on the planet when you're sad or upset. Incredible hugs, extremely soft, can carry you with ease…. Ideal girlfriend.
Suuuch a good cook??? If you don’t enjoy cooking, she'd be fine with cooking all the meals. Seeing your face as you eat her food brightens her day anyway! And if you do, she’s happy to split the cooking with you, and perhaps work together on dinner sometimes.
She’s extremely understanding and kind to what some would consider a fault. However, if someone is being unbearably intolerable to you and you can’t handle it, she’ll step up for you. Claire refuses to let you feel genuinely upset by others; if Sirius’ treatment gets you down, she’ll tell him to cool his tongue when speaking to you.
She will take up the entire bed when sleeping. She won’t shove you out, but you might wake up to an arm or a leg thrown across your body.
In conclusion Claire pls marry me
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The Color of Us
Witchy Wednesday, October 11, 2023
Fic-tober Masterlist
Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist
Summary: You tell Dalton you can see auras and he asks what color his is, leading to a confession about what he feels.
Warnings: fluff, confession, kissing, I think that's it. 0.9k+ words.
A/N: I Googled aura color meanings and every link had different meanings, so I just picked a random one. Also, sorry this is shorter than the other ones, but the next two Witchy Wednesdays are going to be longer! I hope you enjoy! :)
The first time you saw someone’s aura, you didn’t know what was happening. With the different colors and unique blending, a witch’s first experience can be overwhelming. Luckily, you found a good mentor quickly and learned how to block out auras… most of the time.
Like all natural talents or gifts, witch abilities have their own minds and come out on their own time. Some days, it seems like all you can see are auras. When that happens, you do your best to ignore them and respect the privacy of the people around you. Being shy, you already know how to navigate with your eyes on your shoes.
Today is one of those days where auras seem brighter than the sun. You catch a glimpse of a freshman’s green and blue swirl, fear of the future, and insecurity from the shades, and know you need to pick cute shoes since you’ll be staring at them all day.
When you return to your apartment after class, curious about what your professor is so angry about, you collapse on your couch and stare at the ceiling. Avoiding looking at people is more work than it seems to be. Someone knocks, and you look toward the door, hoping they leave.
“I’m not going away,” Dalton singsongs from the other side. “Let me in?”
You grumble as you walk to the door, eyes on the floor as you pull the door open.
“Are you okay?” Dalton asks immediately, raising his hand to your shoulder.
“I- I’m a witch,” you say quietly.
“I already knew that.”
“Right. But I can see auras and they’re really vivid today.”
“And it’s making you sick? Or something else?” Dalton asks gently, closing the door as he steps inside with you.
“No, nothing like that. It just feels like I’m violating people’s privacy, I guess. I don’t like knowing what emotions people are feeling.”
Dalton rubs his hand up and down your arm and shoulder, dropping his bag. He walks around the corner and talks to you from the hallway.
“Is this better?”
You laugh and look up as you say, “Kind of. But now I miss your pretty face.”
“You know I don’t care if you look, right? I would tell you what I’m feeling, so it’s not any different.”
You bite your bottom lip and think for a moment. “Okay. Only if you’re sure.”
Dalton walks around the corner, smiling brightly. He affirms, “I’m absolutely, positively sure.” He looks at you before gesturing toward the couch. When you’re both seated, your thigh against his, he asks,
“What does it look like?”
“It’s pretty,” you answer quietly. “It’s dark blue with little streaks of green.”
“Which means?”
“That blue is power and insight. The green is…” you hesitate, and Dalton lays his hand on your knee. “It’s fear of the future.”
“That sounds about right,” Dalton says with a nod. “Anything else?”
“Pink. Who do you love?” You don’t think before you speak and slap your hand over your mouth when you hear the question.
“Pink is love? How much pink is there?”
“A bit,” you answer as he pulls your hand away. “It’s surrounding everything else.”
Dalton uses your hand to pull you even closer, tugging your legs over his.
“You,” he whispers. “The pink is for you.”
You go silent, looking between his eyes and his hand on your leg.
“Am I dreaming?”
“You look awake to me,” Dalton answers, laughing. “I mean, you look beautiful, but awake.”
You duck your head to hide your smile, missing the sudden burst of pink and yellow you create in Dalton’s aura.
“Tell me what the other colors mean?” Dalton asks, drawing your attention back to him.
“Well, it depends on the shades, but the basics are red is energy, fire, passion, and anger; orange is creative, active, and positivity – you have an orange undertone, your creativity isn’t dependent on anything, it’s who you are. Yellow is sunny, charismatic, kindness; blue is either insecurity or power depending on the shade; pink is loving, caring; indigo is empathetic and sensitive; white is pure; black is tired, low; brown is greed; gray is holding onto something; and a rainbow is a combination of everything,” you explain, stopping after each color to examine the changes in Dalton’s.
“Interesting. And the shades tell you where on the spectrum or how intense?”
“Yeah. The ratios help determine intensity, too.”
“Can you see your own?”
“Not usually. Sometimes if I’m really emotional I can see the outer colors, but no.”
“Well, then let me enlighten you,” Dalton says, using his hand to raise your chin. “Yours is blue, obviously, because you’re powerful, white because you’re oh so pure.” You laugh before Dalton turns serious.
“And I’m pretty sure I see some green and pink in there. And if I had to guess, they’re for the same reason; like mine.”
“They are,” you admit quietly. “About you.”
“Do you think we could make both of them completely pink?” Dalton asks, raising his other hand to your face.
You furrow your brows and shake your head. “No, that’s not possible-“
Dalton cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours. You don’t hesitate to reciprocate, grabbing his shirt and pulling yourself further into his lap. While you’re not paying much attention, you see large streaks of pink in your peripheral vision, smiling into the kiss.
Pulling back, you say, “Mine’s certainly pink now.”
“Is mine?”
“Mostly.”
“What else?”
“I charge for aura readings,” you tease, kissing his nose.
“Whatever you’re charging, it’s not enough.”
“Oh, you’re in a lifelong contract now.”
Dalton pulls you into another kiss, confident that his aura will never communicate what he truly feels for you and curious about how he can tell you.
#fluentmoviequoterfictober23#heart set on amulets#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert#dalton lambert fic#dalton lambert imagine#insidious#insidious the red door#witch!reader
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HEAR ME OUT GENE AND LUCINDA AS BEST FRIENDS......
#how do we feel abt lucinda and gene being like bestfriends#i like that idea#underrated duo#lucinda and gene#in mystreet its cool#but in mcd its even better#imagine a witch and a shadow knight working together#but they're not a nice and happy go lucky#they're mean to eachother#i heart it#gene does NOT fw ivan#guys draw lucinda and gene PLEASE#HIT ME W MORE UNDERRATED DUOS#aphmau#aphverse#mystreet#minecraft diaries#aphmau mystreet#zar speaks#aphblr#mcd
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another little lore tidbit: the central kingdoms military is called the "capitol guard," and the m-34th is just one of the probably hundreds of military regiments within it. they all have the same general look/structure to their uniforms (including the color), but only the emblem on the hats and badge thing changes
the m-34th is supposed to be, for the most part, out of the public knowledge, or at least blended into to other capitol guard officers. so youd see a lot of soldiers walking around the capitol but unless youre close enough to see the emblem you dont actually know what regiment theyre from (and 99% of the public doesnt know what any of the emblems even mean, so unless youre a witch you wouldnt be able to pick out an m-34th person until theyre close enough)
the idea is that since there's a lot of magic-erasure in society and witches just blend in, these guys are supposed to as well. so youd see an officer in a white uniform visiting some local business somewhere, and youd think "Oh they're getting lunch." and they MIGHT be, but also it could be one of those witch check-ups kind of thing.
also good for doing missions since theres capitol guard outposts in a lot of cities and towns, so if they needed to dispatch an m-34th officer specially to somewhere outside the central kingdom it wouldnt necessarily raise a lot of eyebrows from the locals or hint at some kind of magic-going-on's in any way
#text#bpp#lore#imagine being a witch.......scary...#walking around the capitol and any one of these assholes could be one of them#but a witch gets nervous if anyone in a capitol guard uniform comes to their houses or stores#and you have that mini heart attack before you see theyre from a different regiment#side note: other regiments dont work as an extension of the m-34th cuz they dont have the res or training to detect witches#they can certainly report to the m-34th if they find anything but its usually so much easier to decieve other regiments#just slap an illusion spell on them and youre good#or be normal and they wont suspect shit
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I want to start a book club, but instead of it being one of those white women book clubs where it's just a bunch of moms drinking wine without having read the book it's a group of friends who meet up at a cabin once or twice a year and we read, and make food & crafts based off our favorite books, and watch movie/tv show adaptations of those books
y'know?
#imagine spending a weekend in a cabin with a bunch of percy jackson fans#we make cabin banners & watch the disney+ show when it comes out#bookworm#reading#bookblr#via rambles#percy jackson#the night circus#the starless sea#caraval#once upon a broken heart#stephanie garber#erin morgenstern#the mermaid the witch and the sea#the montague siblings
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Hello everyone; just a quick PSA.
IZ-san has a tumblr now to post their own art. Meaning no one should repost their art.
If you haven’t looked at their guidelines, do so on their official site, they are translated.
Some important notes;
All edits of any type are prohibited.
Do not repost any skeb or priv related work from IZ; it is against their terms.
IZ has commented that since Tumblr is a heavily western environment that couples and non canon content will not be as restricted! Please still adhere to restrictions on platforms like Twitter and Pixiv since those are Japanese spaces!
This rule could change in the future, we believe IZ is just taking Japanese manners into account for spaces where Japanese and other Eastern origin fans are present!
Brief Explanation;
This is how the tagging system is run for Eastern fandom and especially for Witch’s Heart itself. The reason being is so that new comers are not confused by what the content of the game actually entails.
However! All ships, headcanons, etc are completely fine and approved for FUN by IZ-san so long as you’re polite and follow their rules.
Though as commented by IZ certain restrictions on Twitter or Pixiv wont be as heavily enforced here!
With this being said; Imagines will likely involve a different tagging system entirely to adhere to this and tumblrs recently altered terms.
It’s possible we will make a Ao3 Link to house all work here for archive purposes under the anonymous collection.
Remember; please be polite and respectful of one another, IZ-san included.
If you aren’t able to be peaceful, just mute or block. Considering such behavior has put the future translations under risk of discontinuation in the past and may still be a heavy possibility with future releases.
Thank you for Reading!
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ive gone completely insane
#quirinahdraws#IVE BEEN DOING DRAWING WARMUP DOODLES FOR FUN AND. UM. UH. 😅#nobody look at me for a little while.#I OVERTHOUGHT THESE CLASSPECTS. I PUT THOUGHT INTO THIS JOKE.#there r some that I’m not super confident about… tbh i think kema also reads well as a time player or isaku as doom or even a light bard#but the implications of him as a page of light r fun to think about#not pictured but kazuma is a mage of void#this shows artstyle is deceptively hard to dupe..#the page fit is also incredibly embarrassing to draw KSHFHDIEJBWBDQSB#sounin being opposing aspects…maybe opposing classes? but not really? was not intentional but very fun to imagine#i took saburous super literally and interpreted heart in the sense of like identity moreso than emotion so he steals identity LOL#raizous is mildly influenced by his intuition mini series where he learns to make decisions on the spot and needs to unlock his potential?#i didn’t do all the six year lunar sways but it’s chouji isaku senzou derse kema koheita prospit… monji im actually not sure.#people who are good at these…wow NSHFSJEIABEKQANWA#sounin both read derse I think?#koheita is witch of space. chouji is sylph of mind#i posted the first pic and immediately got 5 pqrts JENFNEJWDNWK#anyways I’m going 2 go dig a hole and sit in it…#zenpouji isaku#nakazaike chouji#nanamatsu koheita#tachibana senzou#shioe monjirou#kanzaki samon#tsugiya sannosuke#tomatsu sakubei#kukuchi heisuke#fuwa raizou#hachiya saburou#sounin
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Just listened to Bayo3’s Moonlight Serenade and it just hit me again how absolutely furious I am about this game. Waiting 5 years since the announcement and then 2 further years before I could finally play it just to be met by that was… I don’t even have words for it.
And the worst part is - I was having so much fun playing it! Sure, it wasn’t on the level of Bayo1 or Bayo2, but it was still a delight to play! I loved the new designs, I loved the new weapons, I loved the music, I loved the new flow of combat, I genuinely had such a great time! Alright, the writing wasn’t exceptional, but the idea of parallel universes was still fun to explore - and I’m not fond of the enemies’ design in general, but I had a blast fighting them once I figured them out, and I appreciate the fact that they tried to do something different once again (after fighting angels in Bayo1 and demons in Bayo2). I even loved Jeanne’s little spy levels!! They were so cool and charming and so much fun to play through!
And I liked Viola! The narrative really didn’t do her justice but she was still such an endearing character! Her fighting sections were different but still enjoyable, and I enjoyed everything about Cheshire, which made her levels even better.
And I just - to take all that potential, all that joy, and squander it so completely and maliciously right at the end was just… devastating to me. I know Bayonetta isn’t made for the girls and the gays, but that’s not even the point - I would’ve at least enjoyed a Cereza/Luka ending if it had been written properly! Instead they decided to assassinate the characters we all knew and loved, spit on all the established lore and themes of the previous games, stomp on all the newly introduced characters, and all to shoehorn in a fated-lovers narrative that doesn’t even work on its own, without taking into account everything that contradicts it in the previous instalments.
And as if that’s not enough, they forced it into the most depressing, most nonsensical, most malicious finale I have ever witnessed. Why are you punishing me for winning the fights? Where is the reward for getting to the end? I was waiting at the edge of my seat for the entire game to see how Cereza would turn the situation around, how she’d overcome the impossible odds and come out dancing on her enemies, and instead they told me no, she saves almost no-one, she dies a pointless death she could’ve easily avoided so we can get a) the stupidest romance ever seen and b) a new protagonist that we spent no time developing, and nothing you did in this game had any meaning at all, fuck you.
Sorry for the rant, but I’m just… I’m so disappointed. I really really wanted to like this game and instead the finale ruined the whole experience for me. I literally sat in silence as the final scene and credits rolled out because I just couldn’t fathom what I was watching. How do you take such a great cast of beloved characters and decide that this is what you want to do with them? With a 5-year development time, no less? They deserved better, Cereza especially deserved better, and we all deserved so much better.
#I’m sorry but I just. i can’t deal#like. this is bayonetta!!! her whole thing is that she gets into impossible situations and comes out on top with a smile on her face!!#she literally fought GODS in the first two games and WON!!!#I’d understand if they didn’t want to make any more games. I’d get it! I’d even appreciate it!#but give her a proper conclusion instead of… whatever this was#they literally scrapped everything that made her work as a character#wrote the hollowest personality imaginable#and slapped it into cereza’s walking corpse#and did the same for jeanne and luka#where are my competent confident witches? where’s my silly comic relief boy with a lot of heart and even more luck??#when jeanne and the bayos reappeared during the final fight I remember being like ‘oh there we go! they werent really gone!’#‘this is when the narrative turns around finally!’#but NO#they were just ghosts and bayo gets obliterated by gomorrah instead.#i just… why. just why. don’t make the game if you hate everything about it just saying#idk if theres an anti-bayo3 tag#if there is lmk and i’ll add it#i dont want to spread any hate but I’m just so disappointed still
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This beautiful human being has been my comfort person for god knows how long. Meeting him again has healed me. A part of me that I didn’t think could ever be healed. He is the most purest human being ever and was so patient and tender with me today. 🫶🏻
#jamie campbell bower#jamie bower#actor#singer#comic con#wales comic con#comfort person#001 stranger things#henry stranger things#stranger things#stranger things 4#emotional#witch king#jamie campbell imagine#istg if this is a dream no one better wake me up#it’s too good to be true#but it’s true and I’m forever grateful#my heart#healed#mental health
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( the kids are having a play date )
Delling: You promised to marry this clown?
Miorine: She's not a clown, she's the ring master.
Yushura: Yea, I'm like. The Clown Boss!
Delling:
#g-witch#he's having an aneurysm#Yushura Mirzakhani#Miorine Rembran#Delling Rembran#i havent said it on this blog yet so here goes:#yushura tuning into asticassia's duel livestream w a vpn or whatever to stay updated on mio's life predicament (&bc the contender is a girl#and she sees#MIORINE FIGHTING??? <- heart attack no.1#what kind of mobile su- ISNT THIS SCENE TOO ROMANTIC!??? <- heart attack no.2#THE MILITARY!!!!!!!! <- heart attack no.3#ring ring direct line to delling#Hello Mr Delling CEO Sir. I Have Been Applying My Family's (circus funsies) Tech To Military Purposes With Great Success#You Will Be Pleased To Know We Even Have Mobile Suits In The Works They Are Extremely Viable And Nearing Completion#Please Do Kindly Reconsider Having Me As Your In Law#im imagining he does warm up to the idea.. hence asking her to leave school for other arrangements....#but things go prospera's way so#yushura...............#yushura going against her ethics (maybe) by pushing her company into the war industry to fish out her beloved from an arranged marriage#but mio's somehow almost overnight found someone else to lean on and fight with. ow.#ow!!!!!!!!!#im having it bad for a novel-only character. so bad.#mio's messages shifting from escape plans to complaints about suletta (or maybe going totally quiet. which may be worse.) and the COMPANY#mio starting a whole ass company of her own to save that redhead and her illegal sister aaaaaaaaaaaa yushura aaaaaaa
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autumn court inspired by germanic folklore & fairytales, my beloved
#the autumn court in general owns my heart. everyone else is in a romance novel & they're in game of thrones.#the temptation to develop the entire court and its regions.#imagine lesser fae based on the waldleute & changelings (both very fitting for autumn)#feldgeister hidden in the rows of corn. the bergmönch in the mountains. yule witches in their huts.#wolpetingers rustling in the trees. eris' 12 helhonds.#the lorelei singing atop the rocks by the sea.#gothic bavarian-style architecture. viennese-baroque palaces. wild countryside with fruitful orchards / harvests / and parades.#ACTUALLY! pied piper allegory for eris - for his persuasions; schemes; and promises.#just... grimm vibes.#tbd.#adding to that thought: modern verse eris is of bavarian/dutch descent.#eris' father is german & his mother is flemish-dutch.#i could talk about this for days.
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whtober day 1 - prolouge
When replaying with a friend this scene kind of stuck with me haha I now know what it all means...
#my art#witch's heart#whnoc#eyestrain#possibly#Claire Elford#hehe#I decided to try some interesting coloring cause why not lmao#idk if I should add any other warning to this since the blood but ?#also imagine the background is filled with the dancing demons I initially wanted to add them too but it didn't work out#whtober#whtober 2022
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I Put a Spell on You (And Now You're Mine)
Witchy Wednesday, October 4, 2023
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Heart Set on Amulets Universe Masterlist
Summary: You, Dalton's witch friend, reveal that you put a spell on him. But not the one he thinks. (Takes place after Heart Set on Amulets but can be read alone.)
Warnings: witch-related content, brief mention of blood, Google translate Latin, fluff, a Green Lantern reference. 1.1k+ words
A/N: Let's pretend this gif goes with the story (past the line about him practically living in your apartment).I hope you enjoy! :)
“I’ve got the black candle and a match… the blade. What am I forgetting?” you mutter, running your finger along the weathered page of your spell book. “Conceals caster, I know. Oh, the containment charm!”
Once the containment charm is in place, you hold your breath and begin the cloaking flame ritual. To test it, you create a smaller version, hoping not to send your entire apartment up in a wide blast of spontaneous combustion.
“Flammam obumbrans, accendo te. Ignis ex sanguine genitus nullum relinquit hominem. Nunc deficiet in noctem. O ignis virtutis et occultationis. (Cloaking flame, I ignite you. The fire born from blood leaves behind no man. Now, vanish me into the night. O fire of power and concealment),” you call before throwing the lit flame into the bowl with the small black candle and several drops of blood. The bowl disappears in a small cloud of smoke, effectively concealed from the naked eye. You silently cheer, then hear a loud knock on your door.
“In sium meu mut servat (in my pocket to keep),” you whisper, waving your hand over your ingredients to send them to a pocket dimension.
Someone calls your name just before you open the door, Chris and Dalton smiling on the other side.
“Hey, can we hang out for a while?” Dalton asks.
“Of course. I have to leave for class in a little bit,” you answer, glancing at the clock.
“Me too,” Chris says as she walks in, dropping her bag by your table. “Thanks for letting us come over, it’s so much more peaceful than the dorm.”
Dalton closes the door behind him, smiling at you as he follows you in. The look he sends you makes your heart feel ready to combust; without the cloaking flame. You are aware of a distant feeling like you missed something or forgot to do something, but you brush it aside and join Chris and Dalton on the couch.
An hour later, Chris asks if she can come back after class, and you agree before she leaves. You pack your backpack, preparing to head out behind her.
“Well, guess I’ll go and be lonely in my dorm,” Dalton sulks, a faux pout on his face as he stands.
“You can stay here,” you offer quietly. “I’ll probably be back in less than an hour; my professor is really lazy.”
Dalton laughs before asking if you’re sure. He hugs you and kisses the crown of your head as he walks you to the door.
“Have a good day, sweetheart,” he says, smiling like he knows how much he’s affecting you.
“You too, handsome,” you whisper before walking away quickly, heat crawling up your neck.
As you sit in class and watch the lecture slides click by slowly, you continue to feel like you left something out, probably when you sent everything into the pocket dimension. Dalton knows you’re a witch and shouldn’t let anyone into the apartment, but the worry still gnaws at you. When your class is dismissed early, you fly (sans broom; you’re not that kind of witch) to your apartment. After failing to unlock the door several times, Dalton opens it with raised brows and a teasing smile. The kitchen and dining room are clean, and nothing unusual is visible as you walk through; maybe your anxiety was pointless.
“How was class?” Dalton asks, returning to your couch.
“Good,” you answer, shaking your head. “Sorry, I thought I left something out.”
Dalton nods, and you move to the kitchen, looking for a snack.
“I don’t know much Latin but I’m pretty sure this means witches aren’t supposed to be as pretty as you,” Dalton says.
Looking over quickly, you see your spell book open across his lap. He’s looking up at you with far too much happiness.
“Very funny,” you deadpan. “What’s it say?”
“Caveant omnes, qui, colunt mala, potentiam meam,” he sounds out. (Now you understand why guys who speak foreign languages are considered more attractive.) At the sound of your laugh, Dalton asks, “What does it say?”
“Let all who worship evil’s might beware my power.”
“Wow. So, you’re a witch and a Green Lantern.”
“Maybe they’re the same,” you whisper conspiratorially.
Dalton chuckles before he goes back to reading. You continue to look through your kitchen until Dalton gasps loudly.
“What’d you find? The spontaneous combustion one?” you ask, peeking around the open cabinet door.
“No, I just thought of a question.” You nod for him to ask before he poses, “Which spell did you use on me?”
“Do you mean the protection spell or the immobilizing warding amulet?”
“Neither.” Dalton flips a few pages before reading, “Pathokinesis.”
Your eyes widen as you step out from behind the cabinet. “Wait, Dalton.”
“A love spell; I appreciate the English notes by the way. It was smart.”
“No, Dalton I would never-“
“It was unnecessary, though. I fell in love with you when you refused to talk to me on the sidewalk.”
Standing beside your dining room table and breathing heavily, you stare at Dalton.
“You scared me,” you point out, holding a hand over your heart. “I should manipulate your memories, so you forget about what you read.”
“No, I’m curious now. You’d never what?”
You sigh and walk to stand in front of Dalton, looking down at him. “First, I would never use that spell on someone; it’s completely manipulative and I refuse to mess with people’s emotions and minds like that. Second, I would never put a spell on you without asking, or at least telling you.”
“That’s not true.”
You furrow your eyebrows, and Dalton smiles as he reaches for your waist, standing inches away.
“You said you put a protection spell and the amulet spell on me. I only knew about the amulet.”
“Oh. I- uh- sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Dalton whispers, one of his hands raised to hold your cheek. “Tell me about it?”
You lean into his hand, missing his smile at the action, as you explain, “It was just a simple warding spell to keep you from harm. I whispered it over you when you left my apartment the first night.”
“When you almost clobbered me with a rock?” Dalton teases.
“Mmhmm,” you agree mindlessly, eyes closed as you relax in the proximity.
“Remember when you couldn’t even talk to me?”
“I do. But then you kept showing up and I figured, ‘What’s the worst that can happen?’”
Dalton laughs suddenly, his arm wrapping around your waist to keep you steady when you jump. You look into his eyes and unconsciously smile.
“What’s so funny?”
“You put a spell on me,” he whispers, singing his version of the song.
“And now you’re mine?” you question.
“And now I’m yours,” he promises, bringing you as close as possible.
#fluentmoviequoterfictober23#dalton lambert x reader#dalton lambert fluff#dalton lambert fic#dalton lambert#dalton lambert imagine#insidious#insidious the red door#fem!reader#witch!reader#heart set on amulets
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Okay, so not fanfic/writing stuff but do you ever think of how close Calla and Kody used to be? How sweet and bright and encouraging she was towards him when they were younger? How friendly and warm she was? How they smiled at each other? It makes me want to eat rocks.
#Lumine#Lumine webcomic#Lumine (webcomic)#Lumine (webtoon)#Lumine webtoon#And then ableism starts dragging Kody down.#Dozens of things that are either pinpricks or full-on bricks getting slammed into him (figuratively. I do not mean. Kody got beaten with#bricks.)#''It's not like he could have played anyway--he can't use magic''#Kody's disappointment and heartbreak at not being able to use magic like the other witch kids#Him finding other ways of being a witch (potion making) to accommodate to his limitations#But still not being seen as a proper witch according to some (i.e. Calla's family; ''they could forbid me from seeing you/us being friends#if they found out'')#Anyways I don't really know where I was going with this but it just makes my heart Ache#I can't remember how canon it is (I'll find out soon) but I always imagined that Camille had a heavy focus on potions;#I feel like she really appreciates potionmaking and the uses/applications of it; how versatile it is and while it isn't as convenient as#general magic--having a potion prepped in-advance would be pretty useful and convenient. Especially if you got too tired to actually do#general magic or something was blocking it off.#It's why I think she would be a good parental figure or aunt figure or mentor or SOMETHING to Kody#Kody finding a way to accommodate to his illness and disabilities by trying potion making has always been something that's stuck out to me#That doesn't take away the grief or pain of Not being able to do it ''the normal way'' but it gives you SOMETHING. Any connection to what#you love dearly and want to do.#This was Not meant to be a rant on disability stuff whoopsie. And yet here I am. I'm gonna cut it off there.#If this didn't make sense sorry the migraine-hangover brainfog is eating my words alive#My heart just hurts over their old friendship and how sweet they were#Also forgot that Kody wanted to open a bakery when he's older... Aughhhh. Implodes into 500 tiny shrapnel forever.
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Created some more dividers! This was fun to do!! Please feel free to use them! just give credit if you do! (random Straw Hat divider on the bottom I love it a lot!!!)
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