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Abigail Manning. twenty three. vampire. bartender. drug dealer."glory and gore go hand in hand"

[charlie-fabray]

“Ahh… not so much for me.” 

[amarchived1]

“But so much fun for me.”

[charlie-fabray]

“Yeah, except the part where you break my nose a bunch of times.”

[amarchived1]

“That’s the fun part.”

[hayleeho-blog]

“You don’t want to fight me, goldylocks.” 

[amarchived1]

“Oh really? And why is that?” The girl was obviously human, and Abigail clearly had strength and speed on her side. 

[caleberikkson]

“I…think I’ll pass, you’d probably kick my ass.”

[amarchived1]

“Never know unless you try, babe. And besides, I’m hardly trained, you could probably get a few good punches in.”

[hayleeho-blog]

“Excuse you?”

[amarchived1]

“Did I stutter, seduction eyes?”

[charlie-fabray]

“Ahh…ahh.. me? No.. no that’s not a good idea.” 

[amarchived1]

“Come on, wolfboy. Could be fun.”

[dahliatostealthestars]

vrpwp // abigail&dahlia

[amarchived1]

dahliatostealthestars:

What started as a need to get out of the house ended with a headache and so much more than she’d ever bargained for. Everything was still fuzzy and the pain behind her eyes was still too strong. Groaning she thought back to running into a slightly familiar face. Someone she hadn’t really seen since Cambridge. 

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Fight the urge to throw up. “What the hell happened?” Dahlia finally hissed out, chancing it, she opened her eyes slowly. Big mistake. Turning sideways, bile worked its way up her throat, burning as it came up and out of her mouth. 

Abigail was inwardly cursing herself as she woke up, her bones stiff and aching as she twisted and tugged on the bonds securing her arms. She knew that one of these days she was going to end up regretting her line of work, that this type of thing was hardly rare considering what she did. She bit her lip, skin and blood burning from the vervain that whoever had done this had obviously injected her with. She groaned, stilling when she heard another voice. 

Turning to face the other woman, or trying to rather, Abigail squinted, trying to make out the figure tied up next to her. “Fuck..” She whimpered, her voice ragged as she panted, trying desperately to pump oxygen back into her lungs. “Not sure.” She choked out, turning away from her to cough up blood that was a result of the vervain pressed against her neck, burning her throat.

[amarchived1]

“Oi! You. You’re my new sparring partner, get over here.”

[oftraitorblood]

“Why Darling – I’m just as fucked as you are.” In that moment, she smiled like a tempest. Red lips hitching further, bold, daring and just a little bit mad – something dangerous in the way she laughed as her world fell apart, expecting the worst and just coming a little unhinged when confronted with the girl she gave everything too and the very one that had walked away carefree && cruel with her heart, leaving no explanation for Greer behind in her wake – the knowledge of that abandonment hangs in the air between them.  That the only reason for Greer being dragged to this cage – so suddenly, if at all – was because of her.  It’s the same truth that’s being caught between her teeth as she feels the familiar coil of heat && attraction flaring in the pit of her stomach that she always experienced while in the blonde’s presences. Inhales are tough against her chest, oxygen seeming slim in her lungs. 

Anger and wrath is surging forth, she hates her, she hates her so much, it’s not fair that the thing that lies buried past the anger and hatred is nothing but pure, raw hurt. It’s not fair that Greer feels like she’s coming apart at the seems, living in the betrayal and knowledge that someone who only claimed to love her was lying to her all these years, paraded a facade as if she actually cared about the brunette, made her fall for every line and shared heated look, watched as Greer became intoxicated and addicted to the other girl and all along, she was just having a laugh. Nothing more then a ill joke as if they never meant to anything at all, Greer burned with anger while looking at Abigail’s smug smirking face, the face that she still dreamed about at night and was always lingering on the fringes of her waking moments, trying to edge her way forward and consume her mind, body and soul. It made her heart sore, aching constantly with the devouring pain. Greer hates how most of it all, past the ire, the way her heartstrings were ruined, the hot red anger running through her veins was how much she just wanted to reach out and touch, to pull her in and feast on the bared skin. She coveted just one more kiss – than she’d be done, or so she tells herself and instead of letting the lust take hold, she uses her animalistic fury that always waits just at bay, palms shoving harshly at the other girls shoulders, she wants to pay back all the pain and she’s anything but gentle, her control slipping further and further away as desperation takes its place, throwing everything she has at the other girl through her fists as her emotions ripped like a hurricane through her. “Fuck you Abi! How fucking dare you act like this after all you put me through! Fuck you! — I – I fucking hate you!” If you focus on the fight that she’s putting into her bones, you can almost miss the tears that have started to swell in her eyes.

[amarchived1]

“More so, I’d say.” Abigail spat back, ice shooting down her spine as she glared at the brunette before her. She could feel the hate, the anger- hell, she’d seen the girl angry before, and this wasn’t that. This wasn’t their little tiffs over her family’s beliefs or ever her passionate angry that she fell in love wit. This was rage. And that white hot fire, all of it, was directed at her. Abigail fell in love with the girl with steel for bones, and a fire of sheer vengeance aching in her chest. She fell in love with the sliver tongued girl who she knew was destined for something far greater than a future with a fucked up vampire from Atlanta. She was worth more than the highs that Abigail tried to use to forget how much she fucking needed her. But none of it mattered anymore. Her girlfriend, the one person Abigail ever allowed herself to truly and totally love, hated her. And maybe it was for the best. Abigail couldn’t match her, she never could. Greer didn’t love her anymore and she had to act like she didn’t love Greer anymore, for both of their sakes. She scoffed, eyes hardening as her cold irises flashed up to meet hers. “You did love me.” She sighed, shaking her head as she raked her fingers through her hair. ‘And I fucking love you, dumbass. I never stopped.’ The blonde wanted to fucking scream at her. She wanted to kiss her, and fuck her, and hold her, and love her. But she couldn’t. Not now, not ever again. She’d ruined that a long fucking time ago.

Abigail was hardly surprised when Greer shoved her, hell, she was banking on it, snatching her wrists as soon as the brunette pushed her. Her touch, even malevolent and violent, still sent tremors up her spine, still made her feel every bit as alive and happy as she did when she first met her. She was still every bit as in love and obsessed as she was when she spoke to her for the first time. She worshiped her, adored her, even the parts that wanted nothing more than to cause her pain. She pushed her back, farther and farther until the girl’s back smacked the brick of the building surrounded them. She held her wrists above her head, keeping them there with one hand. Her other trailed down her arms, to her neck, coiling her fingers around her pale throat. “You hate me?” She asked, so close the words were practically breathed against her lips. She dropped her hand, eyes never leaving her own. She kissed her, softly at first, slow and passionate. As her fingers trailed down her spine, she gripped at her waist, biting her lip harshly as she pulled away. “Show me how much you fucking hate me then.” She whispered, her voice low and breathy, her eyes blown with lust. The look in her eye was dangerous, as if one had just given a recovering addict a line of coke, or waved a bottle in front of an alcoholic that had just sworn off booze. Her voice dropped, wrapping her arms around her neck as she knotted her fingers into the other girl’s hair, placing her lips on her neck. “Please, Greer..”

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[amarchived1]

greer and abigail

[leighsgf-deactivated20161228]

“I think she tried to love me,” you say. And it’s the word: ‘tried’, that gets caught in your throat, because you know that word holds more weight than it should. You tried to make it work. You tried to give her everything within you. You tried to grasp onto something - anything - that would prevent you from inevitably letting go. And she tried to love you. But it wasn’t enough.

it was never enough. - s.m. (prompt)  (via arzeofficial)

You and I are definitely on the same wavelength.

(via blossomfully)

[jackxchambers-deactivated201509]

“Pretty boy? I’m no pretty boy.” He looked at her with his brows drawn together, not even fazed by the stash of the pretty pink pills or the skill she obtained for her… craft. He could see her annoyed, but with Jack’s stubbornness and pride, he just wanted to prove his own worth and knowledge. “All I’m saying is that districts like The Lower Garden or Uptown would get you the same money with less risk. Hipsters need their night pills and the elderly need their fixes.”

[amarchived1]

Abi glanced over at him, her eyes roaming over his body. Se shrugged, crossing her arms across her chest. “Sure looks like you are.” She rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall as he spoke. “And all I’m saying is this is literally none of your business. Now, unless you’re a customer or a cop, I’m not interested.” She wasn’t a fan of selling to people who weren’t familiar with the drug business. They were easier to con, sure, but she could compulse most of her customers anyway. All they were were liabilities. Those who were new, didn’t understand the importance of silence. 

[adelaidewrites]

“You have no idea,” Olivia winked, watching the blonde closely. “Careful, my girlfriend bites. Hard,” she teased, pushing off the wall as she stepped beside the woman. “Let’s go to Sazerac, I’ve got a VIP room set aside there, we can party hard and not have to deal with handsy drunks.”

[amarchived1]

“You are more than welcome to enlighten me.” Abigail teased, smile etched upon her face as she looked her over once more. She shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest. “As do I, babe.” She laughed, baring her fangs. She nodded, pushing off the wall. “Sounds great. Though if we are getting fucked up, you should be aware that I do get a bit handsy when I’m high, so you would still have to deal with me.”

[amarchived1]

[amarchived1]

✄

Send ✄ for a PET PEEVE headcanon.

While Abigail sees herself as a very free spirit, allowing the chip to fall where they may and what not,  she is meticulously tidy. She’s a bit of a germaphobe, and has been after seeing her foster mother get a nasty infection from a cut when she was young. When she’s nervous or flustered and is unable to hit something or smoke to calm herself down, she cleans, and re cleans her entire house. She will snap at anyone who doesn’t respect cleanliness, especially those that come into her space with a lack of respect for the organization and almost sterile immaculateness of her apartment. 

[amarchived1]

♕

Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon.

Abigail was a very active, very reckless child. There was never a day that she wasn’t moving, or playing. Even when she was tiny and could barely walk, she feared nothing, which resulted in far too many scraped knees and busted knuckles, much to her foster parents’ dismay.