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Thinking about Cheryl Blossom as a witch and I wholeheartedly love it and wish to give her a CAOS verse. Things might change when/if this ‘witches of Riverdale’ has anything of interest to me, regarding her. But for now these are just headcanons and rambling thoughts of a 6am Che who couldn’t sleep.

I love the idea of witch blood being in the Blossom/Cooper side of things, that heavily being a big part. The Blossoms part taking in witchcraft more and being more in tune with it.

Penelope being adopted into the Blossom family as she’s a pure blood witch, and they wanted of course red headed witches.

I really love the idea of Cheryl being more talented at magic than Jason, but him still being the favourite. The other Blossoms being scared of her talent, I love the concept of her just being powerful and them fearing that. But also unfortunately for Cheryl that led to her mother saying how she’s a monster etc; very samey same of how she was brought up in Riverdale.

Cheryl and Jason not going to Riverdale high but Academy of Unseen Arts.

closed ❥ ┇ first five get a kissu || @powerrisen

He’d not seen him in what felt like a lifetime. Yes that was his own doing, F.B.I. training did that it took time away from those who you loved— but he was doing it for those he loved, those he cared for. Anyone who needed it. His mind was definitely running at full speed leaving him behind to be in a daze, suppose that was something that never changed. His uncanny ability to get himself worked up over breathing, which come to think of was he breathing?! ( fuck )

Unlike most things he did in life he didn’t think about his next move, he’d surely be over thinking it later— fantastic. Stiles pulls Danny in close, eyes dart anywhere but the other’s eyes. His head shakes and then he just goes for it, he pulls Danny into a heated kiss. He was fully aware that Danny had definitely had more practice than him when it came to kissing, but he was trying!!

Was she used to such actions? No. That’s why she froze up for a moment, she was so used to her mother— Cheryl’s gaze softened at them. Eyes shut as she breathed in slowly, she didn’t deserve such kindness. Cheryl was waiting for her mother to come in, yell and rip the flower from her ear. But she didn’t, she wouldn’t—- it was still strange for her. 

Breathing out and eyes opened, fingers touch at the other’s shoulder. “You…” The back of her index finger stroked at Kinsley’s jawline, “you really are the sweetest— sometimes I’m not sure if someone is being genuine.” She was more than used to her family acting fake, which her mother had told her it’s what everyone was like. More so to her. Why would anyone want to be genuine with Cheryl Blossom.