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POWER SERIES ↳ GHOST MANIPULATION

noun. the ability to control, command, and communicate to ghosts.

You’ve spent so much time with the dead, you’re not sure you’ll be able to tell when you’ve died. They whisper things to you when you’re alone, quiet little voices that tell you when someone’s lying and s c r e a m s that tell you when you’re in danger. They love you not because you’re you, but because you’re alive, and as such, you’re much more powerful. They can possess you, but they can never take full control. They’re everywhere, always, watching and waiting and protecting you. And even if you fall in the midst of battle, you’ll come right back— because ghosts can NEVER D I E.

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– you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars…

E.E. Cummings

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found you.   forever.

do not reblog unless you’re an rp blog. thank you.

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STEPHANIE LIKES POWERS — alchemy [alkɪmi/] 

(n.) the mystic and scientific pursuit of spiritual perfection. 

Unlike any other power, the gift of alchemy is not given at birth. Also known as the ‘Magical Science,’ it is a learned skill, one which has been debated over the years. Despite arguments that it is not a 'real ability,’ it is still classified as one; the skill’s nature takes from other powers and therefore meets all the official requirements. Alchemists generally focus on elemental transmutation, transforming base materials into something purer or changing the state of matter. They also hold various forms of elemental and life-force manipulation. Another skill is the creation of magical items, although these are generally for practical use.

Alchemists spend a lot of their time alone, in dark rooms and surrounded by smoke. Because of this, they are often falsely perceived as secretive, misanthropic and untrustworthy. On the rare days they leave their rooms, they look like they’ve just rolled out of bed. They do not have the best reputation and they don’t really deny the accusations, mostly because they’re hardly around to hear them. Looks, though, are often deceiving. Befriend an alchemist and you will find that they are very laid-back individuals, bent on relaxation and having a good time. They also have a wicked sense of humour and leave you laughing for days.

Due to being an acquired talent, alchemy can be learned by anyone (super and human alike). This, however, takes time and dedication. Alchemists must also be wary of the double-edged sword. Anyone who studies this skill has the potential for great power and ability, but this comes at a cost. Overuse or misuse may result in, among other things, physical and mental damage to the user’s body.

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robbie !

                             ‘ dude,   i  grew  up  in   a   F U N E R A L  H O M E                                ———–   and  i  help  dig  the  graves  sometimes.                                  i  know  what  a   S K E L E T O N   looks  like. ’ 

                                  his  familiarity  with  the  morbid  also  explained  why                                     he  wasn’t  nearly  as  freaked  out  by  the  animated                                     skeleton  as  he  should  have  been.  well,  that  and                                     the  fact  that  gravity  falls  was  home  to  more  than                                     it’s  fair  share  of  paranormal  hocus-pocus. 

                             ‘ i  just  don’t  get  why  you  want  that  thing  around. ’

                Oh ! How interesting ! Growing up, I had a job as the cemetery                 caretaker’s assistant. It was a good learning experience.

║▌ Her own taste for the macabre was from a different strain, the familiarity      coming with her title; necromancer. Ever since she was a child, Trill has      always been unnaturally comfortable with death and its similars. If she      wasn’t, she wouldn’t make a good necromancer. Even so, it was rather      strange of someone of her stigma to be more nonchalant with the dead      than the living.

║▌ Trill didn’t take his offhanded comment personally, but Harold certainly did.       He made a light snorting nose and turned his head towards Trill, gently       taking her arm in a defensive sort of way.

                 Harold isn’t a thing, he’s my BEST FRIEND ! He’s good to me,                  unlike any living person has been. He might not be the most                  handsome of fellas but he’s kind ------ and that’s all that really                  matters !

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                                                                                 tombstvnes

               I assure you, it’s not a costume ! He’s a REAL skeleton !

║▌ Trill smiled at Robbie, giving the tall, well-dressed skeleton      next to her a pat on the back. It didn’t speak, just adjusted      its tie and gave a slight ( proud ? ) nod.

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Disney insults sentence starters

"Oh, it's just you. I was afraid it was someone important."

"Let me guess, you have a great personality."

"Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them."

"Oh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover."

"Isn't it rather dangerous to use one's entire vocabulary in a single sentence?"

"It only looks awful because it's on you, dear."

"You poor, simple fool."

"Sarcasm is a foreign language to you, isn't it?"

"If you don't think, you shouldn't talk."

"With the greatest possible respect, zip your howling screamer."

"You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity."

"Say that to my face, you limp noodle!"

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undead. ive been working on icons so i could do do this kek this is a starter call !! mutuals may like for a small starter !!

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undead. well

this is gonna be a thing sooner or later

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undead. added the undead pages, where u can read up on trill’s skeleton dudes.............

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                                                                         keepdancingpetal 

║▌ The woman sat on the beach, talking indistinctly to someone       at her side. His face was hidden by her little form, and his       oddly angled hat.

             It’s lovely, isn’t it, Harold ? I love the ocean at night !

║▌ Trill turned to face the sky, and leant against her companion. His       face was revealed to the glimmering light of the moon, only to       show that he didn’t really have one at all. An eyeless skull leaned       down slowly, watching Trill curl up against him. He twisted his bone       fingers around her, and nodded gently.

║▌ Too absorbed in his master being so close to him, Harold failed to notice       an onlooker. Trill, however, could feel them watching. She didn’t say a       word, she just waited for them to approach.