#wiickedmagic

@lowkeymulti and I met I think on jenna's solo blog at first and now we here. I think they followed my oc's first? or was it here? I do not know. But listen, Violet and Jenna are peak hilarity and I can't wait to develop more dynamics tbh. It's so fun to chat ooc about random things I just wish tumblr IM's would like literally inform me of when you message me back. I am sad vervain, as opposed to regular vervain, who burns vampires. We don't always agree on like ships in media or character opinions, but it's always very chill, and no one makes anyone else feel bad and I find that's really rare nowadays. I also think that they are just really cool in general. Like it's a vibe. I don't know how to explain it. Some people exude cool.

@wiickedmagic and all the blogs that are run by the mun. I think I met this blog first years ago and then Nate’s and then Rebekah’s. Although, order is terrible for me, so yolo. I do know that I love the oc’s so much and Nate and Elisa were one of those things that really hurt my soul. Rebekah and Ric might be on their way to ruining my life just because he’s such a garbage person when it comes to her. Like that man will literally let her step on him. The characterization is really great and the oc’s are all unique and have a lot of depth. So you know, if you want to have a good time, go over there and follow!

@wiickedmagic

Visiting the guild was always an interesting trip, baring the over crowed airways and approach vectors. The Guild it’self is what made things interesting, all the different species of Bounty Hunters under one roof and though there were many who hated others simply because of where they came from there was always professionalism. Forced by the guild’s harsh rules but  professionalism none the less.

     “Hm?” He lifts a brow, before he glances down at his shirt, his fingers skimming across the stain that graces the front. “Nothing of concern, I assure you. Do you need something?” 

@wiickedmagic​ said ;  *holds up two pieces broccoli in the shape of a cross* ❝ Begone vegephobe, you’re distracting me from lunch ❞

Hope doesn’t say anything as she walks in. As much as she loves her witchy godmother, the relationship between her family and the Hanson witch is still very complicated, with past issues that were never resolved. Her father, and uncle, both died before the conflict could be fixed. The Mikaelson tribrid sits down, bright blue eyes falling on the elder female. “Godmother,” She starts. “Why did you want to kill my dad?”