chocolate seer

🕸 Witchy Pen Pal! 🕸

Name: Dylan/Nick
Age: 15 (16 on May 8 2017)
Location: Texas, soon to be Georgia!
What type of craft you practice: I do a bit of everything- should, crystals, herbs, sea magick, spirit work, earth witchcraft… yeah. I’m constantly trying new things!

Likes: Cats, most other animals, tea, hot chocolate, making friends, the genre of horror.

Dislikes: Rude people, jerks, coffee, willfully ignorant people.
Contact method: Message me at my tumblr account @sigil-seer! I’m looking for someone to send snail-mail to. 💌
Fun facts about myself: I have green eyes, I’ve died before, I’m 5'9", umm. What else…. OH I KNOW. I’m good at making toast.
What are you looking for in a pen pal?
I’m looking for someone who I can be great friends with, and who hopefully has readable handwriting hehe. If you’re a baby witch, that’s alright! I’ll teach you anything you want to know. If you’re a seasoned witch, that’s also great! I’m willing to send some witchy supplies through the mail as well~
Age/Gender/Location preference of your penpal: Age-wise, I’d prefer someone between 15 & 18. Gender doesn’t matter. And location-wise, I’d love to trade letters with someone outside of the States, but I’m not sure if I’d be able to afford it 😅 just message me at @sigil-seer if you’re interested!


you’re welcome my honey boo boo child! happy belated birthday! - Blue

The Seer (Part61)

Summary: You wake up after your first night back to the Avengers’ facility. You discover what has happened during your absence.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: geeky/nerdy reader, language in general / some swearing, angst, a little fluff, mention of calumny… this should be everything.

Notes: At the beginning of this part there is part of the lyrics of the song Spirits by The Strumbellas (here link to the song). The parts in italic are the reader thoughts and the alerts that her power gives her. While the parts between double lines are the reader’s visions. I would appreciate any feedback.

Word count: 1528

The Seer MASTERLIST for all the parts of the series.

Originally posted by lowkeysebastianstan

Music begins to play in your room. The volume suddenly increases.

“I been looking at the stars tonight

And I think oh, how I miss that bright sun

I’ll be a dreamer ‘til the day I die

But they say oh, how the good die young

But we’re all strange

And maybe we don’t wanna change”

The song slowly makes its way into your dreams and you wake up to the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping tighter around you.

“Good morning, Sarge.” You murmur, your eyes still close.

“Morning, doll.” Bucky whispers back, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck.

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