Tᴏʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ Fɪᴇʀᴄᴇ🪡 Sᴛɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ Sᴘᴇʟʟᴄᴀsᴛᴇʀ

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She looks like she could be torn apart by a stiff breeze. And then you look closer. The safety pins are not decorative. The spiked bracelet is not a costume. Someone pinned her together with stubbornness and safety pins and told her she was art. She believed them.

She has been torn apart before. Many times. And every single time, she stitched herself back together with whatever she could find. Now she rides a motorcycle made of chaos, wears a jacket stitched from leather and rage, and keeps her spells in a leather jacket instead of a cauldron. She is not a witch. She is a warning. But also the most badass B!tch here, and she knows it.