#magicaldelightsofstevienicks

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magicaldelightsofstevienicks replied to your photoset: D R A B B L E ; A small something for brokenmagxc...

you are so very good at editing!!

A N S W E R E D ; 

AH! Thank you muchly friend! I don’t know what to say... truly, thank you! 

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“Stevie Nicks called, she says she wants her wardrobe back. The 70′s are over, so why don’t you take your shit style back to Woodstock“

[traumaticlaw]

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W h o? Who had knocked that box over? It heard the cardboard topple, the squish as it plopped into a puddle. Was it blood or was it water? It could never tell the difference, lacking any sense of smell. Instead, the creature emitted a low growl as it pulled it’s constant companion over in the direction of the noise. Did it hear a hitching of breath, a near silent swear at the detection? It pushed its chest forward, propelling itself roughly towards its newly discovered purpose.

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La Vida

Cordelia stepped off the plane behind Misty, the taller witch tugging her excitedly by the hand and turning back every few seconds, beaming at her. Cordelia smiled back, glad to see that Misty was so happy. She'd been more than nervous about going in a plane for the first time and she'd almost called off the whole trip, but with a little coaxing from the older of the two they'd made it in one piece, and was now just about as excited as Cordelia had ever seen her. Cordelia adjusted her purse with one arm and tugged Misty gently back so that they were walking side by side again, her gaze turned lovingly on the swamp witch. "Worth it, wasn't it?" she asked with a smile as the neared a woman and a man waiting for them beside a gold cart. The woman greeted them and offered each a fruity drink, which the couple happily accepted. After a short welcome from the woman, the man helped them into the back of the golf cart and announced that the ride would be close to twenty minutes long, and they should get comfortable. Cordelia scooted closer to Misty and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips, tasting the fruity drink from them. "Are you excited?" It certainly appeared that way with the way her eyes were wide and happily looking out at to ocean.

[headmistressgoode]

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    [ ❀ ] Cordelia looked at the other girl, hands on the Snargaluff as she tried to extract the plant’s pods. “You’re doing it wrong.” she told to Misty, who worked on the other side of the plant. “You have to be more careful or you’ll break them.”

[gilbert-gaudet]

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“For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until the judgment ..” The car radio hummed to life, static buzzing through the garbled words of the gospel station while Gilbert loaded his fishing supplies up into the bed of his truck. Gator, the ever-trusty border collie companion, eyed him anxiously from the cab with his tail bumping everything in the war-path until his master had settled in behind the wheel and peeled out of the long driveway. He watched from the mirror while the decrepit house disappeared from view, and he could finally breathe. With one hand on the wheel, the other packed a fresh can of dip and shoved a pinch between his gum and lip -- real paradise right there; A foggy evening, his dog, his truck, his dip, and some fishing in the swamp. Being away from Louisiana almost made one miss the place... Gilbert wasn’t holding his breath on saying that, though. He might’ve been simple, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Gator, get’cher fool self back in this truck,” he warned, while the young pup was perching his paws out the rolled window, looking ready to jump at the next passing bird to give chase. They were already rolling into the mud, the car engine shuddering with every step to the gas pedal before finally giving out -- the red battery light on the dashboard signifying the poor, ancient thing had stalled out halfway in to the swamp itself. After kicking the tires a few good times for measure and figuring he’d just deal with it after his fishing, Gil finally unloaded his pole and tacklebox and whistled for Gator, who was already off wandering. This particular piece of swamp was one Gilbert himself frequented as a kid -- barefooted and wild as any Cajun boy who couldn’t afford shoes and private schooling could have hoped to be. Now his booted feet trudged through the mud after his fool-dog, who was leaping and bounding like a fawn through the tall swampgrass, scaring up all the wildlife as he went. Once he settled on a spot overlooking what seemed to be some ruined little shack that Gator was sniffing around at, Gilbert cast off his reel and settled right on the bank -- alligators and bugs be damned. He heard someone might still be living in the run-down old place, but it sure didn’t look it. His brothers said an old witch lived there, practicing her voodoo and her darksided ways, waiting for someone to come along so she could stick ‘em in her cauldron. Swamp myths is what they were -- like the Rougarou. It was all just children’s tales. He’d only looked away for a moment, but Gator had up and vanished in that blink of an eye while he’d been pontificating on the legends. He whistled, twice and sharp, before jamming his pole down in the mud to cup his hands over his mouth. “Gator! Stupid son of a tit-monkey.. Here, Gator!”  

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magicaldelightsofstevienicks replied to your photo “Letters from Misty Day #1 (by magicaldelightsofstevienicks)”

look @ me gettin u notes tbh

meanwhile the one I did got 0 notes so guess whose letter sucks