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i wonder if raven’s semblance still works if the person she’s bonded to isn’t here anymore

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“It’s like a cliff and if I do it, I’m just going to fall”

"I think we're already falling, just say it Yang."

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Baby can't you see, you can bee with me We can live inside a garden of ecstasy

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I'M GONNA GO INSANE IT HAPPENED Y'ALL IT HAPPENED FUCK

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WE FUCKING WON

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BLAKE STILL DOWN BAD

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I did say I was gonna make a female UB version 🫢 All I can say is, Nat Sewell is criminally beautiful huhuhu

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last drawing of this year ❤️

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Simple Things

Truly I cannot lie, Gwendoline Christie has stolen my heart and therefore her character Larissa Weems has too. So here is a short story for her <3

It was fascinating, just watching as wood was engulfed by the flames contained within the firebox. Intermittent crackles were emitted, sending sparks flying upward into the chimney flue, poorly disguised within plumes of smoke.

Crystalline blue eyes stared unwaveringly as the flames warped with the breeze that picked up come late evening. Any mirth they once held had long since faded, the events of the tumultuous day taking their toll. False niceties had been dropped, no longer forced as a retreat was hastily made from the public eye. Furthermore, her prim and proper posture had been slackened into what could be mistaken as relaxed. Rather the blonde's frame held an unparalleled form of tension. Only a trained eye would be able to spot rigid shoulders beneath the blazer, hand grasping the stem of a wine glass ever so slightly too tight and legs repetitively uncrossing and re-crossing.

Sighs of discontent were drowned out by the dying fire, the principal's feet too tired to carry her to replenish it. With reluctance she sat awaiting the fire's eventual demise, topping up her almost empty glass, swirling it's contents with a practiced hand before taking another sip.

Consumed by her thoughts and plans to rectify issues created by a proportion of her student body, Larissa remained unaware of a second presence within her study. Light footfalls went undetected, each padding closer to the blonde who sat motionless upon her chair.

Hands gently slithered across Larissa's shoulders, before moving further south to intertwine across the principal's chest. The unconventional hug and head laying itself upon the blonde's own was startling at best. However, it was only when the signature aroma of bergamot and jasmine infiltrated her senses did she relax. Eyes slipping shut and head tipping backwards to rest against your shoulder, a slightly broken exhale escaped her lips.

Without hesitation you peppered kisses across your beloved's face, the final peck being to the very corner of her lips in a teasing fashion. "You never came to bed darling."

A despondent hum came in response, seeing your concern grow exponentially. Moving to perch on the chair's arm, Larissa instinctively moved to ensnare your waist, claiming possession of your body as she rested her head atop of where your heart beat rhythmically.

Cocooning her statuesque frame in your hold, you offered a more thought provoking question, "More chaos than order today?"

A muffled reply became known seconds later, "Much more than I cared for. Young Miss Addams is causing havoc on a daily basis."

"And I presume she will continue to do so for quite sometime. How about I help to mitigate the headache she is causing you, hmm? Does that sound tempting my darling?"

Shades of azure peered upward, shining with awe and the dying embers of the fire. "Very my dear. Words cannot describe how much I adore you, Y/N."

Your cheeks flushed a delicate shade of fuchsia, "I know well enough," pressing a kiss to Larissa's lips, "Now come along, you know I am unable to sleep without you next to me."

#wednesday #wednesday fanfic #wednesday larissa weems #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #slight angst #fluff #fluffy ending #fluffy goodness #my writing #fanfiction

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Lesso's Lady

No request this time, my mind has been drifting to other woman from other tv shows and movies as of late, Leonora Lesso is just one of a handful.

When anger overcomes Leonora, frequently causing her to yell or scream aloud, the method to placating her inner turmoil is quite simple. A hand caressing her shoulder in passing or slipping into her own grasp for a brief second, that contact is all she requires to regain her composure.

Though be sure to tell her if the grip she retains on your hand is too much, apologies for which will be delivered out of the public eye by kisses pressed to your palm in earnest.

Being a part of her self-care routine does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

With late evenings and a lack of energy, you would often tidy her nails, filing with precision and painting to convey a claw-like appearance.

Similarly, if she were to begin removing her make-up, you would take over. The warm washcloth would become marred with stains of mascara and foundation as you swiped across the pale expanse of her skin. All the while, Lesso's eyes would drift shut, hands tightly gripping your hips as you sat prim and proper in her lap.

Wordlessly you would offer an arm to Lesso while the two of you walk around the maze-like corridors, acting as support should Leonora not rely on her cane.

The injury that demanded she use such a walking aid would flare up periodically. With students mistakingly assuming her grimace to be directed toward them and their idiocy, you would make it a point to visit in between longer class breaks.

Those minutes would see you check in with Leonora, gently reminding her to refrain from extravagant movements, and if necessary a temporary solution of pain relief would be utilised should you possess the ability with your finger glow.

Despite vehemently denying such truth, Leonora's preferred time of day was late evening. Here you allowed your body to sink into her warm embrace, relaxing as her nails carded through unruly locks atop your head.

The dean's other hand repeatedly skimmed across exposed skin, traversing that of your hip, collarbone, and neck before planting soft kisses to the very corner of your mouth.

These actions alone saw your eyes flutter shut, lulling you to sleep effortlessly. It wouldn't be long before Leonora would adjust your frame into a comfortable position and join you in the dreamscape your mind conjured.

#school for good and evil #sge #Sge lady lesson #leonora lesso #Leonora lesso x reader #Fluff #Sge headcannons #lady lesso x reader

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Love Knows No Bounds

Request: @alwaysforladyesdeath 'Can you make one where Sarah gets her immortality and she finds her love from the past who is now an immortal witch like her (female reader pls).'

I adored this request, such a lovely ask!

Finally free of the shackles that once bound her to the black flame candle, the youngest Sanderson chose not to heed Winnie's trivial warnings of mankind, opting to take to the skies just as she once had three centuries prior. Unfamiliar terrain sprawled beneath her flight path, though undeterred Sarah glided through the air, eyes closed shut as she relished in the breeze that tickled her face. Tresses of blonde hair twisted behind her frame, warping with every shift in directionality she made at random.

After minutes of flying blind, cerulean orbs snapped open as Sarah's senses became overwhelmed by nostaligic scents reminscent of a past long forgotten. The heady smell of lavender wafted through the air, persuading her with ease to search for its place of origin. The closer the blonde became, the more prominent the undertones of sickly sweet honey emerged, leading her directly toward a cottage that once held significant meaning.

Landing safely, Sarah hastened her steps as the house materialised through the treeline, the wooden structure constructed deeper within the forbidden forest than most. Smoke plumed from the chimney column, a shade of ash grey, unnaturally tinted with tones of fushcia as the light hit it. Soon Sarah raised her fist to knock, though her efforts were in vain as the door swung open in haste, a stunned woman appearing on the other side.

Unchanged, despite the passage of time, was Y/N standing stock still in the doorway. The blonde felt her heart palpitate within her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribcage if it continued for a moment longer. A shaking hand was proffered, unsure of what it reached for, landing gently upon the blonde's cheek in an affectionate manner. Slowly, a thumb smoothed over Sarah's red-flushed skin, tracing nonsensical patterns as she ensured the woman before her was in fact real and very much alive.

"Please tell me that thine own eyes do not deceive me... Sarah, is it really thou?" Sarah's smile grew ten-fold in response, her head nodding furiously to wordlessly answer the question. Those lips then parted with a squeal as she found herself being spun in place, lithe arms holding her close and secure. Throughout which a flurry of kisses were then pressed across her face, the majority peppering the blonde's forehead and cheeks, leaving stains of lipstick in their wake.

"Pray tell how is it that you are here... for I recall your hanging so vividly?" The momentary pause and involuntary shudder that followed conveyed how traumatic the sight must have been. In an attempt to distract from horrid memories, Sarah clasped Y/N's hands within her own emphatically replying, "Oh but that matters not, Y/N for all I wish for is to be with you? Doth thou still feel the same?"

Abating the doubts that lingered within the blonde's head, Y/N replied with a question of her own, "My sweet Sarah, was that ever in question?"

Leaning forward in order to close the gap of mere inches that separated the pair, Y/N kissed Sarah passionately as though no time had lapsed at all. Reciprocating in kind, the blonde melted having sorely missed the intimacy so freely offered by the other woman. Willingly, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold of the abode with a tantalising whisper, "I have missed thy immensely," all too eager to partake in their familiar game of cat and mouse once more.

#hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #hocus pocus sarah #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x female reader #sarah sanderson x reader #fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #hocus pocus fanfic #my writing

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Take Off

Request: @emsmultiverse 'Can you make one where it's based on hocus pocus 2, and we are one of the girls older sister and Sarah falls for us stealing our first kiss.

Apologies for taking so long on this request, work had me quite busy these last number of weeks!

Losing out on Sandy's infamous candy apples made the ride home with dad all the more tortourous. He was unable to go a single minute without letting out a dissappointed sigh and neither a joke or humourous costume was able to pull him from his misery. The silence that persisted in the vehicle shattered as we pulled into the driveway, as Cassie and her friends screamed for us to stop. The reason as to why was revealed as the garage door opened, uncovering three figures, all hastily shielding their faces from the illumination of our headlights.

Hefting my costume's skirts up off the ground I clambered from the car, muttering countless apologies to the three women. Although, as I glanced towards them properly, I paused mid sentence while confusion flooded my body. Each wore outfits befitting of another era, all adorned with intricately embroidered details and patchwork fixes. The look as a whole was reminescent of the legendary Sanderson sisters, almost too accurately if stories from the Dennison family were to be believed.

Cocking my head to the side ever so slightly, I remained ignorant to my dad approaching until his hand tapped my shoulder in passing. As he came into the view, all but one of the sisters were transfixed. The blonde peered at me with vivid blue eyes, before offering an overly enthusiastic greeting of, "Hello, young maiden."

Before responding in kind, the redhead painfully dug her elbow into her sister's abdomen forcing a shift in her attention. Deterred by the interruption, I inched forward with the intention of retiring for the evening only for Cassie to call aloud, "Wait, Y/N, dad!" Ignoring her antics I pushed on, rolling my eyes at her dramatics once more. As I passed by the trio, I threw a shy smile to the blonde who had become embroiled in my sister's idiotic prank.

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When called upon, I reluctantly agreed to see that Cassie returned after sending her friends home for the night. Offering a tired smile to Becca and Izzy, I slouched against Gilbert's trolley as I listened to their successful efforts to rectify petty squables and introspective revelations. As the minutes passed by the chill of the night crept through my costume. Forcing myself off of the cart I called over my shoulder,"I'm all for you guys making up, but Cassie it's cold and I would prefer not becoming a popsicle."

The group chuckled at my lack of patience as Cassie replied, "Yeah, coming now Y/N. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

As we began to retrace our steps back to the house, our feet lost contact with the ground without warning. Letting out a squeal akin to my own sister's, I grappled with my captor despite the drop that awaited me should I fall. "Oh sweet maiden, how lovely it is to see thy again."

Peering upward I was greeted by lips, painted in red, turned upward in a smile. The young woman's cerulean eyes were alight under the glimmer of the moon, creating a bewitching aura above curling locks of blonde hair.

With little effort, Sarah hoisted my body to sit snuggly against her own frame, revelling in the contact she initiated. Lithe fingers teasingly danced across my hand before traversing the curves and dips of my figure, their final resting place being on my hip. Any tension held within my body melted away with her gentle ministrations, allowing myself to string together a coherent answer, "Tis a pleasure to be in your company once more."

Carefree laughter peeled from her lips in glee at the response, yet halted as a voice screeched into the night chastising the youngest sister, "Sarah, why hath thou lifted the other Traske, for we only needed one, you fool!"

The arm that clung to my waist tightened as the insult hit its mark, "Very sorry Winnie, very sorry."

As her head dropped onto my shoulder, I instinctually reacted, running my fingers comfortingly through unkempt tresses of blonde hair, "If it is of any help, I do not think thou is foolish in the slightest."

Neither action or comment were anticipated on Sarah's behalf, who could not recall a time when someone defended her so passionately. Allowing the shock to dissipate, she eased into the affection so freely given, muttering a quiet, "Dear maiden, thou is too kind."

She too reciprocated in kind, tracing across the features of my face with delicate motions, each with the intention of turning my head in her direction. Naively, I allowed this to happen and was not opposed to the kiss she then planted on my lips. I rather enjoyed the sensation of our lips moving against one another, so much so that I chased after her own as she retreated to catch a breath. Had we not been flying at that very moment and very nearly lost our balance, there would have been no stopping us.

#Hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #hocus pocus sarah #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x female reader #Fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #hocus pocus fanfic #my writing

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"Enid, the mark you have left on me is indelible. any time i grow nauseous at the sight of a rainbow or hear a pop song that makes my ears bleed, ill think of you."

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larissa weems leaning over her desk. you agree. reblog.

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Do you have any headcanons about Sarah sanderson and Billy butcherson as a couple?

Now before this, I hadn't given much to their referenced relationship but did notice how Billy smiled when Sarah said hello to him in Hocus Pocus! I hope I have done your headcannons justice!

It wasn't Sarah's seductive nature or naivety that attracted Billy; rather, it was her unbridled energy and kindness she possessed, untouched by her sisters.

Without fail, the blonde would wave, muttering a pleasant greeting with a grin plastered across her face as they crossed paths before being scolded and scarpering after Winifred.

Billy was smitten, presenting the youngest Sanderson with sprigs of flowers. He would never forget how she boldly pecked his cheek with each offering.

As he learnt of her more morbid fascinations, he indulged in them, aiding in the capture of creatures for her to study and, unbeknownst to Billy, killing or eating them too.

It was Sarah who kept keepsakes and mementoes of their shared times, stashing them within a trinket box filled to the brim with dried-out, pressed flowers and paraphernalia alike.

However, it would be her poor skills of hiding her treasures that led to Winifred's spiking jealousy and growing suspicions as to the extent of their relationship.

Billy joined in Sarah's expeditions into the forbidden forest foolishly, garnering many a stern look and teachings from his elders upon his return.

It was these times in solitude the pair would speak of matters of anything and everything, Billy enjoying how Sarah would lament and ramble with every given chance.

It was only when they kissed for the first time that they were caught, Winifred's screech being the noise that saw them part.

The blonde desperately attempted to make amends for her transgression against her sister, though her pleas made little difference to the jealously fuelled punishment Winifred subjected Billy to.

#Anonymous #Hocus Pocus #Hocus Pocus 2 #Hocus Pocus Sarah #Hocus Pocus Billy #Sarah Sanderson #Billy Butcherson #Sarah x Billy #Fluff #Angst #Fluff with angst #Headcannons #Hocus Pocus Headcannons #My Writing

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Requests Open

Back after a year and hoping to take more requests!

Hocus Pocus 2 reignited my adoration to Sarah Sanderson. So, if you have a fluff or angst based prompt or storyline circling in your head for her please share, I would love to try my hand at them⭐️

These ideas can be written as a reader insert format and either as a fic or headcanons!

Though there are guidelines I wish to follow, these include no acceptance of requests that involve self harm, incest, non-consensual sex or abuse.

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#requests open #asks open #hocus pocus #hocus pocus sarah #sarah sanderson #sarah sanderson x reader #sarah sanderson x female reader

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hocus pocus (1993): sarah sanderson icons.

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