The Days Are Long

But the Years are Short Abigail Ber, friends, and enemies; witches and demons and books; oc multimuse RP/ask blog. Welcome!

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@learningmagics

Normally, when it storms humans tended to advoid the beaches; which made it perfect time for Nepthyne to stretch out in their dragon form without worry about being seen or expending the extra energy to create and keep up a glamour.

Which is why it came as a surprise to Nepthyne when they spotted one walking down the beach.

Nepthyne tilted their head to the side, observing the little (to them) human from where Nepthyne was submerged halfway in the surf.

‘Interesting’

Pants came next: Abbie was wearing swim trunks beneath her jeans and a rash-guard beneath her shirt. She pulled a complicated looking watch from her backpack and a large glass jar and, without further ado, strode into the water.

“FUck! Fuck that’s cold.” She’d come early, to give herself time to adjust and find a good spot. The water would be best if it was collected at high noon, even with the sun hidden behind the clouds. And better if it was collected deeper. Abbie waded further into the surf. 

“Goddamnit holy hecking SHIT this is freezing I am going to get pneumonia, the client better be greatful oh my gooddddd.” 

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another interesting dream i had last night.

[citysootyowl]

@one-time-i-dreamt

[hollow-memes-blog]

Villain character original sentence starters.

To the villain.

Why are you doing this??

They were innocent!

Are we just your dolls?

Fuck off and die Dipstick

What..did you just do..to them

 Who made you this way?

What did I ever do to you?!

You sick morally corrupt bitch.

Let me go!

Please.. I don’t want to die!

You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to kill them,so please..just let them go

You aren’t even human,are you?

I don’t understand..how could..anyone like you come to be..?

But the world doesn’t have to be bad..

Stop it! Stop it- You killed them!!

You’re just a little fucked up aren’t you?

I’ll fucking kill you

Why am I helping you hide a body again.

___,Don’t…don’t eat dead bodies 

You ain’t tough shit,fight me. Wait-no put that gun down I didn’t mean it.

From the villain. 

I told you,you would regret crossing me.

Innocence is just a thin veil people like to hide behind. 

Oh my friend..you are so much more then a doll

Because I can

I thought I explained it rather well. Your emotions are clouding your judgement 

Oh you didn’t do anything,I just like seeing you scream.

 I’m just finishing what I started

This wouldn’t have happened if-..No it probably still would have happened.

‘Morally corrupt’? You have to have morals in the first place to corrupt them. 

We don’t always get what we want.

I know I don’t HAVE to do it. I WANT to do it. 

I never was. It was stupid of you to assume so.

Worlds fucked up. Suck it up and let me have my fun.

I just want to watch it burn. 

What do you think I was trying to do? I knew that would kill them thats the POINT you idiot.

A little? If I’m only a little fucked up to you I’m really going to need to up my game. Maybe burn a few orphanages

You can try,I can’t see you doing that any time in the future,and even if you did,then you’d be just-like-me.

You were never worth anything. I’m just getting rid of some wasted air.

Now stop squirming.

People who don’t have gills shouldn’t be near water when they piss me off.

[for-pete-sake-memes]

😈 Reblog if your muse is one of the bad guys/villains

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[learningmagics-blog]

@igxitixn

“Thank you for helping me with this,” Quinn said, pulling off his jacket and gloves. “My magic’s been acting up and I... if I lose control around Auguste I might burn him but you’re fireproof so probably nothing would happen and I don’t know why it’s been flaring like this but I’m going to lose the security deposit on my apartment if it doesn’t stop and I don’t have renter’s insurance.”

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@to-the-fathoms-below

There was a storm, no lightning but plenty of rain, which meant the beach was empty. Abbie hadn’t let it stop her: she needed to walk, she needed to think, she needed ocean water for a spell and let it not be said that Abbie didn’t know how to multitask. 

She definitely knew how to keep herself busy.

The strength in her body was returning after her months long slumber, but new worries had cropped up and here she was. Pacing the ocean. She kicked off her shoes and let the rain pour over her. 

“No regrets,” she hissed. “No point to them.”

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@aslcved

“Have you ever been arrested?” she asked suddenly, out of nowhere. And it did not sound like it was for curiosity’s sake, no, the young woman sitting there sounded. Worried.

[samuraiofice]

Yibb-Tstll Rising

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samuraiofice‌:

“Then whether or not this works, let’s book it back out. I’m sure we’ll be able to hear the results as we run.”

With barely a breath to spare, Jacob rolled backwards, out of reach from the beast as it swung at him. His back pressed against the ice wall, a palm reached to find itself flat against it, melting it as he snuck underneath, leaving enough space to turn and dash through on the other side.

“Go now. I’ll stop time to catch up.”

His ears attuned to the sound behind him, listening for the thing. His eyes, however, held straight on Abbie, watching for the spell activation. When she did, he’d be right next to her.

Abbie stomped on the glass with a slight shatter. A noise so soft and gentle it was barely there at all. The silence, a moment later, though. That was deafening. 

A bright light flared, Abbie at the center of it, and the air around her suddenly smelled right, the magic in the atmosphere around her like home, like hers, and there wasn’t a bang so much as an all encompassing quiet as the wind blew around her with the energy of the spell.

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Dramatic size differences in ships

Reblog if u agree

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Pigtails - Under the Bed

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@skeledetective

Here was the case. A quiet middle schooler, Abigail Brimauld, goes to class one day, like any other. A good kid, good grades, sweet, the kind of kid that gets picked on in middle school. The oldest child with a younger sister she adores. By the time first period ends, everyone in the classroom, including the teacher, is dead. Abigail vanishes, and so do any memories of her.

Sure, there’s documents. There’s photographs. Her name is on the roster but as soon as you look away you forget she ever existed. Her old bedroom in her house gathers dust. Nothing is touched, nothing is moved, papers still strewn on the ground, food growing mold, but her parents never report her missing. 

And then five years later everyone who knew Abigail Brimauld remembered. All at once, just like that. There is a summoning circle in the middle of her room and library books to be returned, ones on magic and summoning and the kind of creatures who kidnap children in the night.

That’s when they call in the detective. There’s a trail of magic and crime and it leads to oregon and a bookstore called the Book Wyrm where Abbie works.

Technically, she is wanted for murder.

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"I promise this isn't what it looks like, I'm sorry if I scared you."

“It looks like you’re in my house at 3 am,” said a very frazzled looking man(?) holding a pitbull in his arms like a baby. 

“Everything’s alright, Rosie,” he informed the dog who snuffled into his ear. Quinn looked like he might topple over at any second, either from exhaustion or the weight of the full grown dog in his arms, but despite his slight frame he was strong enough to hold her all night. For his sake or hers was the question.

Not the stranger’s. Rosie was a doll and wouldn’t hurt a fly.

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Isobelle glances at the sign and smiles at Abbie, “I shall endeavor to take as little of your time as possible then.”

Isobelle looked fairly well put together at a first glance, but looking closer would reveal little details to the contrary. Most notable would be the grass stains on the knees of her pants and the elbows of her jacket. The other would be the old-school camera bag slung over her shoulder. I had numerous patches sewn onto it, everything from scout badges to patches from various cities around the world.

“And I do believe I could use a little assistance, I find myself in need of several books on plants. Specifically those related to herb lore and such things.”

Abbie hopped over the counter. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific,” she said. Still, this was an easy request. Abbie tilted her head. “Follow me. We’ve got a whole shelf of that just here.”

Abbie couldn’t prove that the bookshelves in the store moved when she wasn’t looking. But even when she didn’t know where something was, it tended to be on the first shelf she checked. Herbal lore, though, that was a fairly regularly maintained shelf. It was always where she thought it would be.

“Any area in particular?” she asked. “Or a general starter book?”

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@learningmagics continued from here.

“I would suggest a notebook pc, really. No messes to be made there, and typing is faster than writing.”

Blowing against the ink produced few results, other than to cause small ripples in the surface. As she should have known, ink adhered to the skin annoyingly well.

“Well, fuck. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’ll be able to accomplish anything like this. We’ll need to find some water, but I can at least catch the drips.”

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“I don’t remember things as well when I type them,” Abbie said, “and also I like to switch between drawing and circles act funny when they’re drawn digitally sometimes.”

She smiled gratefully. “That would be awesome. Thanks. Come on Muffin.” A calico cat who looked an awful lot like half her face had been dipped in ink appeared from amongst some bushes, jingling from the bell and charms on her collar. 

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