thinking about giorno taking a break, maybe he’d drive around the coast just to clear his head a little. the life of a gangstar —leading, conferences, decisions and deceptions— it can be a strenuous thing. maybe he’d want someplace quiet where he can think to himself, reorganize his thoughts and goals, ambition
people with dogs as their favorite animal always need to chill the fuck out in SOME aspect of their life, even if they appear collected they’re like total messes at something. people who like birds are dreamy and starry-eyed people but they think everything is interesting (ie, birds) so they’ll try 2 engage you in long conversations in shit no one would care about. people who like rats/mice are to be feared yet respected, while people who like hamsters/gerbils are ferociously angry. snake people and lizard people are past the 5th rung of accepting they’re weirdos so these are the people with alternative haircuts and liberal sex lives. rabbit people are kind and nurturing if they DONT actually have a rabbit, and if they do have a rabbit they are Elmyra Duff style obsessive with everything. fish people love no one. ferret people will one day shape and change how the world is formed. and finally, cat people, are, the rational ones with the right choice 🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱💖🐱
She is the girl who would laugh at simple things,
but you may find it hard to make her cry.
A collection of thoughts and ideas,
which still cannot be put into words.
She is the girl who would dress in her finest clothes,
wear make up and be beautiful,
and yet she would laugh so loud that people,
would think that she is not classy.
She is the girl who would be her best,
and yet inside, what she truly feels is,
she would always be the second best,
and she would always be a failure to herself.
She is the girl who is a collection of negativity and positivity,
a beautiful mess that could not be fixed,
someone so intricate that cannot be understood,
but as beautiful as the abstract paintings of a fine painter.
“Just tell me if you want me to take over.” Phil was currently sitting on the bed, an amused smirk covering his face. I shook my head determinedly.
“No,” I insisted. “I can be dominant too!” He rolled his eyes. Walking up to him, I gripped his jaw and forced him to look up. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Sorry, master. It’s just quite funny that you’d think I was submissive at all.” He chuckled. I was quickly growing tired of his lack of cooperation, anger boiling in my stomach. Lowering my voice, I leaned in close to his ear.
“Strip, or I’ll have to punish you.” His breath seemed to hitch for half a second before falling back into place. The smirk returned easily. It happened so quickly I found myself doubting if it had actually been real.
“As if you could punish me. Go ahead.”
Finally. I shoved him backwards, hurriedly undoing my belt and pulling his hands over his head. Using the belt as a restraint, I locked his wrists to the headboard. Phil bit his lip, glancing at the leather strap holding his arms up.
I brought his attention back to me by straddling his hips. Making sure that he was watching, I dragged a hand down my chest teasingly before catching hold of my t-shirt, pulling it off as slow as I could. Then I brought my fingers to the button on my pants.
Phil watched attentively as I undid my black jeans, pushing them down my hips along with my boxers. I stroked myself lightly. A barely audible whine fell from his mouth, and his eyes darkened as he stared. Parting his lips subconsciously, I watched his tongue wet them. I chuckled low.
“Eager, are we? You sure slipped into your role easily.” His cheeks turned crimson, and he averted his eyes. Moving up to straddle his chest, I brought my tip to his mouth. “Go on, sweetheart.”
Still flustered, he parted his lips. I pushed in slowly, tangling my fingers in his hair. I used the black strands to pull him further, only stopping when I hit the back of his throat. Then I pulled back out before repeating the movement.
Tears formed in Phil’s eyes as I thrusted roughly, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly as he gasped for breath. He tried his best to relax and pleasure me properly, choked moans falling from his lips. I groaned as I watched him, some unknown part of me loving how he looked when he was being controlled like this.
“Look at you, taking me without complaint,” I purred, jerking my hips hard one more time before dragging his mouth off. He gasped for breath, a few tears falling from his eyes. His hair was a mess from my fingers pulling at it. Yet he looked up at me hopefully, begging to please me further. Not a submissive, hmm? I beg to differ.
Releasing his hands, I got off of him. “Strip,” I ordered again. This time he hurried to obey, practically ripping off his shirt and jeans. Then he kneeled on the bed, waiting for my next command. I raked my eyes over his exposed skin hungrily. Phil whimpered softly, running a hand over himself.
“Please, Dan… I want you..” His voice was hoarse from my rough treatment. I glared at him. Pushing him backwards, I restrained his wrists with my belt again.
“Don’t be so greedy.”
“Sorry,” He whispered meekly. I hummed in response, leaning down to attach my lips to his collarbone. He shuddered, turning his head to give me better access. I bit and bruised his pale skin, gripping his thighs as I slowly moved down his chest. Phil had crossed his legs sometime after getting undressed, hiding himself from view. I sat up and slipped my fingers in between his thighs.
“Let me see you, baby,” I purred, using my hands to pull them apart gently. He blushed, avoiding my eyes. Hmm.. submissive Phil is shy… Trying to assure him, I leaned forwards to kiss him softly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.” I whispered against his lips.
His blush deepened, but he did kiss me back after a moment. Taking that as a cue to continue, I leaned over him to grab the bottle of lube. But as soon as he saw what I was holding, he tensed up again. I sighed.
“What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to stop?” I asked, brushing his fringe off of his sweaty forehead. Phil shook his head, murmuring meekly.
“N-no, I just… Who’s topping?” His eyes were wide and nervous. Ohhhhhhhh…. Chuckling, I kissed him again, letting him melt against me.
“I may have some dominance in me, but I’m no top.” Phil visibly relaxed. Pouring a bit of lube onto my fingers, I began to warm it up. “Now… You get to watch me prep myself.” He moaned softly, rubbing his thighs together in a bid for friction. I glared at him until he stopped.
I dragged my palm down my chest teasingly, sliding it down and under my thighs until I felt my fingertip brush over my entrance. Then I pushed it in. Shutting my eyes tightly, I quickly added another, scissoring them with a groan.
I could hear Phil panting, accompanied with whines each time I thrust my fingers in further. He sounded so desperate, so undone. I finally understood why he had always encouraged me to not hold back the noises. Once I was finally stretched enough, I pulled them out, wincing slightly. Then I opened my eyes.
He was a mess, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark as he struggled not to lift up his hips. I chuckled, pleased to see him trying so hard to obey me. “You’ve been such an obedient little thing,” I hummed, moving up to straddle his hips again. “Can you do one more thing for me?”
Phil nodded. I positioned myself over him, looking into his eyes the whole time. “Beg.”
His cheeks flushed even darker, if possible, but he complied. “Please, Dan! P-please… Ah… Want you to claim me…” I smirked, gripping his thighs as I began to sink down. His words broke into moans, mixing with the stuttery gasps falling from my lips.
My fingers dug into his thighs as I went as far as I could go, leaving dark bruises over his skin. He strained against the tight leather strap around his wrists. “Ple-ease…” He whined, clenching and unclenching his fingers as he pulled.
I admired the sight for a few seconds before lifting my body up and dropping back down. My vision blurred with hazy pleasure, instinct causing me to pick up a fast rhythm.
“S-so good… Dan! Ah!” As much as I wanted to close my eyes and bask in the sound of Phil falling apart beneath me, I found that I was quickly becoming exhausted with my high out of my reach.
“Phil… I need..” He seemed to get the message quickly, rolling his hips up to meet me. The sudden added friction was so good it was dizzying, heat coiling in my stomach almost instantly. I probably would have lost control then, if it wasn’t for the desperate mewl that burst from Phil’s lips.
“S-so… Much… Please, close! Close..” he rambled, hands clenched into fists above his head as he fought off his orgasm. His eyes locked on mine, a pleading question clear in his eyes.
I leaned down to bite one of the marks on his throat, earning a gasp. “You can come… Want you to fill me…” I mumbled against the bruising skin. It took a few seconds for him to register my words before he was shaking, choking out jumbled words and sounds, the clearest one being my name. Then heat shot into my body.
He whimpered as I pulled off of him. I worked my hand over myself, and within a few seconds I was spilling over his stomach with a long moan, white blanketing the red and purple bruises dotting his skin. We both breathed heavily.
I trailed my fingers over his body, collecting the mess there and bringing it up to his lips. Phil, in his post-orgasmic haze, opened his mouth and sucked my fingers clean without complaint.
“You were so good,” I praised him, brushing his messy fringe out of his eyes. It finally seemed to catch up to him what had just happened, a dark crimson blush spreading over his cheeks as he stared down at what I’d done to him. “You okay, sweetheart?” I whispered softly.
He poked one of the bites, wincing, before nodding thoughtfully. Then he met my gaze. “Can… We do that again? Sometime?”
I grinned at him, leaning over to kiss his nose. “Absolutely.”
Okay, so now that we know Tracer is dating someone else, and Widow was confirmed to have *some* feelings, an angsty Widowsombra/Sombramaker headcanon popped up in my head:
-Widowmaker is bummed because Gérard is dead and Tracer is dating Emily, so she feels alone;
-She’s also bummed because she feels anything at all and she’s “not supposed to”;
-She’s having a bad Christmas, guys;
-Sombra, on the other hand, is bummed because she likes Symmetra but Symmetra’s aromantic and doesn’t like her back;
-She tried to spy on McCree but got nothing from him because he’s a goofball and now he’s passed out from all the whiskey;
-She’s having a bad Christmas too;
-Sometime after Christmas, Widowmaker feels frustrated because she has no one and is feeling conflicted not only because she likes Tracer but also *because* she feels conflicted at all;
-Sombra is grumpy for the reasons listed above;
-Widow notices and since she wants someone else to feel bad, she turns to Sombra and says “What’s the matter, chérie? Moping over the pretty Vishkar architect?”;
-Sombra knows everything about everyone, however, and instantly snaps back: “Why, because you’re miserable over the husband and the cute brit?”;
-Widow gets angry and they start arguing;
-And then that turns into angry hate sex;
(-Once Widow kisses her while mocking her about how she “can’t have” Symmetra, Sombra’s like “chingate” and Widow responds with “I’d rather have you do that for me, chérie”);
-After that, Widow’s like ‘this was a mistake, you can’t act on feelings for an *Overwatch agent* you’re not supposed to have, especially with a coworker’ and Sombra’s like ‘why did you give in? She’s just using you because she can’t have Tracer’;
-So Widow’s like “This means nothing, Sombra” and Sombra’s like “I never thought it meant anything, don’t worry”;
-And things get super awkward and they start avoiding each other;
-After a mission gets botched, Sombra ends up saving Widow from whatever and asks her if she’s okay with the most worried look on her face;
-And Widowmaker notices that, shit, she’s *feeling* something again, so she just looks away and says she’s fine, don’t fuss over her, Sombra, she was doing perfectly well, she doesn’t need to be *saved*;
-Sombra awkwardly and sadly looks away and is like “Right.”;
-Widow looks at her and feels somewhat bad and says “But… thanks anyway. You had the best… intention in helping me.”;
-And Sombra looks genuinely surprised;
-After that they start getting close and Widow starts to warm up to Sombra;
-And she starts to feel scared because she feels too much at once when she should have no feelings - she feels bad for Gérard and misses him, she feels *something* for Tracer and feels awful for not being able to have her, and now she’s getting dangerously close to Sombra;
-And she notices the way Sombra starts to look at her, how she gives her these puppy eyes and touches her hand in the gentlest, most tender of ways, and that surprises Widow because behind that brash, flirty attitude, Sombra is a fucking teddy bear;
(-Sombra starts calling her “frenchy”);
-So she suddenly distances herself again and becomes cold towards Sombra, and after some time Sombra’s like “WTF Widow, did I do something? Tell me what I did” and Widow turns to face her and when she sees the way Sombra’s looking at her, it all becomes too much, Gérard, Tracer, Sombra, and she *breaks down crying*;
-And Sombra’s eyes go wide and she’s like “Oh shit, araña, what happened, are you okay?!”;
-And Widow doesn’t respond so Sombra hugs her and Widow buries her face in her shoulder and says (in French) “I can’t deal with this”;
-Sombra’s super worried (because this is *Widowmaker* and she’s *crying in her arms*) and is like “Cariño, what’s wrong, talk to me, please”;
-And Widow just kisses her instead;
-And this time it’s not an angry kiss like that one time, Widow is desperate and miserable and there’s so much *emotion* behind this kiss;
-And Sombra melts into it and kisses her back with the same intensity and is like ‘mierda, I think I love her’;
-And Widow pulls away when she feels Sombra kissing her and says “It’s too much, Sombra, why do I feel like this? Why do I feel at all??” and now she’s *sobbing*;
-And Sombra can’t take seeing her like this and she relates because she felt *so much* for Symmetra and now she feels *so much* for Widow and her frenchy who’s always so cool and collected is a sobbing mess in her arms, and she starts crying too;
-And they fall to their knees and now they’re embracing each other, crying, Sombra whispering that it’ll be okay and Widow feels *too much* and can’t understand *why* or *how* or even *when*, but she’s aware that she feels something so strong for Sombra it’s far too late to turn back now.
-Some time after that, Sombra gets gravely injured during a mission;
-Widowmaker clutches her desperately and says, in tears, “don’t you fucking dare die on me! Not after what you said! Not after you made me love you!”;
-Sombra keeps slipping in and out of consciousness and Widow, barely aware of what she’s saying anymore, chokes out, “I already lost everyone, I won’t lose you too!”
-She manages to keep Sombra alive until help arrives;
-They manage to get Sombra in a stable condition;
(-Widow tries to hide how relieved she is);
-Sombra was kind of feverish when Widowmaker said those things so she isn’t sure she really heard it or if it was some sort of dying halucination;
-So she asks Widow for confirmation;
-And Widow confirms the fuck out of it by simply saying “Don’t make me say it again, chérie. I’m not good with words”;
"life is not perfect and it never will be. you just have to make the very best of it and you have to open your heart to what the world can show you. sometimes it's terrifying and sometimes it's incredibly beautiful, and i'll take both, thanks."
"never apologize for how you feel. no one can control how they feel. the sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. the rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. feelings just are."
"it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. i hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, i hope you have the strength to start all over again."
"stop planting flowers in the yards of people who won't water them."
"i began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. if you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. lukewarm is no good."
"do not run from emptiness. it is your life ridding itself from the mess it’s collected. once you are empty, begin filling it with good things."
"overthinking is the biggest cause of our unhappiness. keep yourself occupied. keep your mind off things that don’t help you. be optimistic."
"you've got too much soul to be handled by someone who has never been passionate."
"spend your life doing strange things with weird people."
"we tend to forget that baby steps still move us forward."
"do not try to be pretty. you weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just 'pretty.'"
"something will grow from all you are going through. and it will be you."
I got an anon about this like halfway through the hiatus that I responded to like, yes right after 12x15 I meant to make this gifset. Ooops. I also have a whole bunch of anons I thought may or may not have been indirectly answered by other stuff on my blog but were all asking about what was going to happen to Cas, and I haven’t been able to put words to it the entire month.
Anyway these gifs after the first 2 are in no particular order or chosen to be a side by side, but possibly chronological because my gif-collecting was a haphazard mess. But the last ones are definitely “you’re a killer” and “btw Joshua” reaction shots, and I think are where Ketch and Kelvin played their cards.
Obviously both then go with their respective offer to see what it’s all about, but my hope/assumption/tentative speculation is that this is a fairly direct parallel, based on how these two are in general with their story arcs, and also after rewatching a little chunk of season 12 I realised just how many small moments are repeated between characters, in fairly direct ways, and this is hopefully just a version where we’ve been left hanging on Cas’s side for the equivalent of the hotel scene with Dean and Ketch, to be picked up again later.
Of course Dean also then the next episode has his arm twisted to work with the BMoL anyway, at least on his terms, and Cas going along with Kelvin can crunch this parallel down into him working with Heaven in probably similar ways to Dean and the BMoL, we’ll hopefully see how that goes tonight in a way which will give us a lot of material to speculate/understand things.
But at least these two conversations side by side, when you watch these episodes back to back, offer a pretty clear suggestion that, structurally, we have this parallel of Cas to Dean’s unsuccessful career day pitch from Ketch, and Cas is NOT ET-ing back home like he threatened to in 8x23, which seemed to be a few people’s fear… and honestly I’m still not sure what all the various main thoughts are on that still. Maybe everyone’s been waiting and doesn’t know what to make of it yet.
You were punching the life out of the punching bag when you felt
a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and pull you closer to the
person behind you. You knew it was Jace because as you looked down you saw his
runes running up and down his arm.
“Good morning love.” He kissed your cheek and gave your waist a
light press. You smiled and threw your head on his shoulder. “Morning.”
“You’re up early.” He moved around you and held your punching
bag still from swinging. “Well Hodge said that he’d help me and by that he
meant that I must wake up at 5am, run around the building at least three times
and start punching.” Jace stepped back and cocked an eyebrow.
“Punch who?” He asked.
“You.” You laughed. Your fists met his shoulder, gently not to
hurt him. You giggled as you saw Jace holding his shoulder and making a pouty
face. “That was not nice.” He walked towards you with a seductive smirk on
his lips. He leaned next to your ear and whispered “You know, this morning
I had a bit of a problem and you weren’t there to help me out. I had to do the
job myself.” You bit your lower lip to stop the moan from escaping your lips.
“What now?” You kissed his sweet spot on his neck, making his
head drop on your shoulder. “Now my problem got even bigger when
I saw your ass in those leggings.” You removed your punching gloves and
followed Jace to your room. But you were both interrupted by Hodge. With his
arms crossed over his chest, he gave you a grimace look. “Where are you
going?” He asked.
“My room…” You looked at Jace. “With Jace.” Hodge rolled
his eyes and let out a sigh. “Fine.” Hodge knew what was up. “You
know what…you can take the rest of the day off.”
Jace pushed you against the cold black wall of your bedroom,
pressing his lips to yours and grinding his hard cock against your crotch. You
removed his jacket to feel his muscles pressing you against the wall. Jace’s
lips sucked on your chest leaving a mark. He ripped your black top in two and
your black pants, leaving you naked before him. You got on your knees and
pulled his pants down. His member sprang free from their restraints.
You licked your lips in satisfaction; you wrapped your hands
around his throbbing cock and licked a long line along his prominent vein that
was about to burst from the blood pumping. He gasped at the warmth of your
tongue. You took him in your mouth, sucking on his head. “Fuck Y/N.”
He cursed. His thighs went stiff and began shaking as his orgasm was slowly
You hollowed your cheeks as you felt him twitching inside your
mouth. He leaned towards the wall, his arms supporting his body as he pushed
his member deeper in your mouth, making you almost choke. Some of his precum
slid down your throat, giving you a taste of him when he finally released in your
His legs trembled, almost giving him away. He put one finger
under your chin, signalling you to get on your feet. You connected your lips to
his, letting him taste himself. It was then when he knelt in front of you and
put his tongue flat against your wet lips. You shivered, making your body hair
rise. “Fuck…Jace please!” You pleaded but your pleading fell on deaf
ears. He flicked his tongue over your clit while his thumb slid in your
“Shit! Jace just..fuck me. Now!” You cried out as your orgasm
washed over you. Jace licked his thumb and positioned his member at your
“Jace, you don’t want to-” You gasped as you felt Jace slamming
into you. Jace looked at your facial expression and smiled. “You were
about to say something.” You threw your head back against the wall trying to
collect yourself. “Mess with me.” You groaned through your clenched teeth.
He started thrusting inside you merciless, not giving you time to adjust to his
size. “This is what you get baby girl.” His blue eyes met yours, making
you melt right on the spot.
A familiar knot began forming in the pit of your
stomach. “I’m gonna come baby!” You cried out. Jace had sweat dripping off
his forehead. “Come on then!” He grunted and with one last thrust you came
all over his cock. Jace bit down on your shoulder as he came too, spilling his
seed inside you. You pressed his forehead against yours and chuckled.
“Is your problem solved now?” You asked between breaths.
Is Hunk a soft and wonderful boy? Yes. Does Hunk also have flaws and an actual personality? Also yes.
A lot of Hunk’s growth first season is him growing into his role as a paladin. One of the main traits of the Yellow Paladin is protecting others above yourself. And when Allura says this he points at himself like “who me?” And he’s right! In the beginning he puts his own safety above everyone else’s. He’d rather go home and let someone else defend the universe.
He doesn’t want to rescue shiro, he would rather give up the lions and hope the Galra would leave them alone until learning the Galra will kill literally everyone, and he wants to leave Arus instead of staying and defending the planet and getting the last two lions.
And I’m not here to roast the hell out of Hunk, but he’s a lot more interesting than he gets credit for. He grows a lot season 1, with the Balmera arc. Seeing that these are real people living under Galran tyranny. People forced to kill their own planet slowly by mining it for the Galra. Stuck in the depths never even seeing the sky. Making personal connections motivates him to act and to defend against tyranny.
Hunk never stands silent when he has something to say. The boy has no filter. He has a question, he’ll ask. He has a comment, you’ll here it. He is not shy about it. Seeing a silent Hunk in fanworks is hilarious because Hunk is always saying something. A lot of times it’s totally irrelevant. Or untactful. He’s painfully honest and open with everyone.
He’s nosy as hell and he doesn’t care if anyone knows it. He’ll tell you he went through your bag and read your diary to your face. With no guilt. He will touch everything. He overthinks things and sends himself into a panic. Touching things calms him down, he needs distractions. He even says so in “Collection and Extraction” while messing with the wires, making the sentry Pidge was hacking hit itself repeatedly.
He’s an engineering genius but you already knew that. He teases. it’s hard to offend him, you can tell him he’s boring you and he’ll be like “yeah, so anyways as I was saying-”
He’s so funny and so interesting and that’s why I love Hunk the end
grip made of fabric from an old, beaten up Childhood Baby Blanket
is almost always humming and will 100% get a new song stuck in your head everyday
sings during rituals
sounds like an irl siren
keith: fire/desert witch
lots of rituals
rituals involve lots of dancing (which he’s actually very good at)
uses his athame in every and any way possible - often incorporates it in his dancing
technically considers himself wiccan, but dislikes labels
worships the major planetary bodies in our solar system, though mainly focuses on the sun and moon
is a peaceful witch until provoked, then will show no remorse when he curses/hexes ur ass sorry honey
shiro always tries to convince him not to, but he isn’t normally very successful
lance and pidge are both total enablers for cursing lmao get him
everyone is so surprised when hunk; sweet, kind, caring hunk, encourages keith’s habit
(but lance could never actually curse someone, he just lives for drama)
writes everything in charcoal
constantly covered in charcoal
lance: uhh dude you got a little *points to the smear of charcoal on keith’s cheek*
keith: oh thanks *wipes cheek with charcoal covered hand* did i get it?
lance: yep yes yeah you got it buddy
burns written spells/sigils to activate them
just burns everything tbh
“split ends? no no, i lit my hair on fire”
no feeling in fingertips lol
makes incense for lance despite the massive headaches he gets from the strong scents
dabbles in blood magic
candles + wax everywhere
enjoys making different salts
endless supply of fire-salt
owns one (1) cactus
enjoys different textures and fabrics, therefore owns a bunch of tapestries and altar cloths
has world’s shittiest handwriting, but has a really cool (fake) leather-bound grimoire that he found on a road trip in the mid west
doesn’t remember the shop name
doesn’t remember the shop
pidge: green + tech witch
loves making jars + bottles using their own herbs
sometimes uses some of hunks crystals
or any other objects of importance, depending on the spell
seriously though their room is a mess it’s fllled with plants on shelves and hanging and on the floor
jars and bottles everywhere
random pieces of tech all over the place
do they have an actual floor? who knows
corners of their room are covered in mold and moss and there’s dirt all over the place
dirt under fingernails 24/7
relies heavily on their pendulum when making literally any decision ever, ranging from:
“should i eat this sandwich labeled ‘hunk’?”
“should i pack up my shit and leave to find my family (whom i cherish and love more than anything in this plane of existence), completely disregarding the safety of the entire universe and the fact that i will backhandedly and indirecting be the one responsible for the rise of the galra empire?”
recently got into making elixirs/potions (from hunk)
makes special gem elixirs to water their plants with
makes different ones depending on the type of plant and or what problem it’s having
sigils on everything
writes in anything they can - dirt, spit, tears, blood
pretty low-key tech witch, just really likes tech + adds simple magicks into their work
writes chants + spells in HTML
desktop background sigils
e-grimoire that’s surprisingly pretty organized
only because its digital tbh they can’t keep papers and folders organized for shit
see: their room
hunk: kitchen/cottage + green witch
loves all types of cooking, but baking particularly!
very generous!!!! loves giving!!!!!!!
bonds with pidge over plants :’)
has a shared greenhouse with them
they each have one half of the greenhouse, but they help each other out with their plants when needed
loves comparing grimoires with his friends
his grimoire is a big file-folder looking journal
it’s pretty tidy and he puts a lot of effort into it, but he’s not super artistically inclined when it comes to paper and pencil so it’s rather plain
though he is very crafty in other ways!!
super into knot work
picked up/dabbles in a little jewelry making thanks to lance
though he uses his crystals as jewelry pieces, not sea trinkets
is! such! a! good! healer!
basically always has a stable root chakra
steady as a rock (or so he lets on)
always grounding himself
sometimes he’ll have to take off his shoes to better ground himself, but he’s become so good with his chakras that he normally doesn’t need to
actually experiences his emotions like a Normal Teenager should, but has taken on the self-appointed role of being his friends anchor
really enjoys tea and makes blends for himself and his friends
pidge is absolutely hooked on hunk’s tea for getting rid of cramps…God Bless………………..
tries not to rely on superstition, but indulges in the occasional tea leaf reading
his room has lots of shelves/cabinets because he likes having as much walking space as possible
has his mattress on the floor tucked in the corner
spreads out his workspaces in the center of his room on a small blanket when he needs it
lots of dried herbs
enjoys browns and oranges
shiro: space witch
eats lunch at midnight lol
hates coffee but needs caffeine to keep himself awake
hunk makes him good Wake Up teas
pidge has a special potion they’ve created that’s basically like death coffee
he only drinks it when he’s really desperate
he cares a lot about his health, so he tries to makes sure that he gets enough sleep
he’s still always tired no matter what though, the poor guy
has the stereotypical witch wardrobe
lots of black flowy clothes/dresses
sharp winged eyeliner
layered witchy necklaces
tons of rings
big floppy black hat
black nail polish
has basically all known constellations memorized and can point them out at any given time during the night
has a bunch of astronomy-related tattoos
does his own tattoos/stick n pokes
enchants and makes his own ink
has given everyone in the coven a little stick-and-poke on their wrist of their elemental symbol
picked up photography in his teens and has managed to get some really amazing shots of the night sky
plain black grimoire
really enjoys the dark, therefore does everything in it
spells, rituals, etc
glow in the dark stars all over the ceiling and walls of his room
allura: hedge witch
utterly fascinated with the Other World
most connected with her third eye and crown chakra
is always up at ungodly hours because she knows certain spirits are up at those times
her workspace is basically just a place where she can contact spirits and deities
centerpiece is an offering tray
her basic setup has melted white candles, though she’ll change the colors depending on who she’s planning on contacting
astral projects nearly everyday, mostly during the evening/early AM
she tends to spend around 1-3 hours in the other realm, but could honestly spend days if she could
she texts shiro whenever she plans on beginning, and texts him afterwards
that way if she does get lost or distracted and takes too long to return, shiro can come and help her out if needed
though there’s never really been a situation where he was needed in that way
allura knows what she’s doing, friends
probably owns a mug that reads “i’d rather be astral projecting”
most experienced in the coven
comes from a family of witches, learned from her father
has the prettiest most organized, coherent, and detailed grimoire
seriously her handwriting is amazing
super good at calligraphy
notices a person’s hands before anything else
makes her own tarot decks! they’re so pretty
has decks for all her friends
her and pidge sometimes use each other’s pendulums :’)
can tell a person’s sign simply by observing their mannerisms for a short period of time