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Not me answering this one thousand years late but here goes

Devil May Cry 5 has rekindled my everlasting love for this series and I'm enjoying Berried Delight very much.

I'm finally reading the Twilight Saga at long last after putting it down for 15 years. I'm on Breaking Dawn. Exciting stuff. It's rekindling my love/interest for my own writing here.

Fully believe Leon S. Kennedy needs to continue the Redfield bloodline!

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Hayley Marshall | 2x06

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Continued from here,

The kid had some sense, but thinking she was a hero like him? Hardly. Hayley had always been out for herself, and still was, but there was a new factor in her equation: her baby. Nowadays, it was all about family to her. Folding her arms, she smirked at Spidey. "I look like a hero to you?" She asked @normaltothemax teasingly. 

If he knew what she was, he'd swing for the hills, but maybe not--maybe he wouldn't think it's too freaky considering he's the one shooting webs from…well, she didn't want to know. "Girl's entitled to her secrets, Webhead. What I am, where I'm from? Not your world. You're out here making a difference. Me? I'm in the shadows and moonlight." With that said, she didn't wait for his response, instead blitzing off at a blinding, inhuman speed, but not before she shot a wink at his way.

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LET ME ASSIGN YOU A LOVE LANGUAGE

a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

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tagging: @therebekahmikaelson, @theunburntprotector, @xxgotthedevilinsidexx (Buffy), @normaltothemax (Miles)

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Hayley Marshall | 2x01

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A masquerade was hardly Hayley's scene as she preferred something more rustic…gritty with booze, peanuts, and questionable patrons. Here, everything was sanitized, pristine, and elegant. Thus, she decided to spice it up some. In a crimson dress, Little Red stalked her way through the schmoozing crowd, scenting who was what: human, witch, vampire, wolf, other…

It became a hunt, her own silver mask representing the beast that was ever beneath her skin, itching to come out and play. Tonight wasn't that kind of night, so a different sort of hunt was in order. She wanted to see if she could find anyone she knew even if that was hardly the point of this glorified game of dress-up. Hell, the only reason she attended was to play her part as the Crescent Alpha, to be seen in the community, to remind them that a Queen reigned in their midst–at least according to Klaus' insistence.

Ugh. The thought of Klaus made her need a drink. Or two. A passing waiter carried a tray full of flutes of champagne, so in proper Marshall-Kenner fashion, she downed two before the waiter could blink, the glasses reappearing on his tray as if nothing had happened. Just as she finished doing so, she caught a whiff of a familiar scent, putting her right back into the fray. The crowd seemed to part for her as she no longer had to weave her way through to who she knew was @demcnsinmymind.

A tap later and she had his undivided attention. "Ditto." She responded, tilting her head up at him. "You never struck me as the type to get all fancied up either. Did you drag yourself in here yourself or did someone pull you by the fangs?"

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There is something to be said about that New Orleans nightlife. More so to be said about himself in it. Back in the day, before dying, before getting possessed, landing in a time he didn’t belong, before Collingwood and that dreaded Episode 6, he was never one to party much. Only when it was all about networking. About selling something. About pitching and luring and faking and lying. The occasional night out every once in a full moon, sure. To celebrate some very rare occasions. Most of the time though? He’d been somewhat of a recluse. With his head constantly buried in paperwork and e mails and texts or scripts and whatever else he could do on his computer or phone. A much better use of his time. That’s what he’d told everyone back in the day at least, whenever they got on his nerves about being uptight. About not having fun enough.

Well. Here he is now. Without that job. With previous aspirations not worth pursuing anymore. Or at least not yet. Out here, he’s not his old self anymore either. Not Lance Preston anymore. To this world? That guy’s dead. He’s someone, something new. Something to be explored and discovered. And so far, that involves parties. And escapades. Anything involving crowds of people if he’s honest. Anything that feels alive and vibrant. Something where he can go with the flow, be part of something while remaining a complete stranger. An enigma. Isn’t that exciting. When there’s a tap on his shoulder, the excitement only grows. Because no one knows him here and this can’t be a tap that signals recognition. This is the type that ought to signal: I want to get to know you. And the prospect of letting them close without actually letting them. The mask a perfect charade to keep the mystery, the distance up while being only inches apart.

But of course. That whole idea goes right down the drain the second he actually sees her. Even with the masquerade, he knows its her. Hayley. Someone who does know him. The man behind the mask. The name, the story. Just like he knows her. Shit. Even with the mask covering his face, the surprise and subtle shock is noticable. In the end though, the smirk breaks through anyway. Because at least it’s her. Not any of the more…problematic people who could recognize him. Really screw his day up. His left eyebrow rushes upward, and a second later, the smirk grows outright cheeky.

“You? Here? Wow” he greets her, and he’s not sure if it’s mocking, friendly, or genuinely surprised. Probably all of the above. In the end though, he tries for the easy-going, the teasing, the jokester. “Didn’t take you for someone to play dress up.” The costume though? Top notch. And he lets her know with a little whistle, as he takes the full sight of her right in. “Not that I’m complaining though. Nice costume, Marshall.”

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Given that according to this post some people might not have been notified of replies I did, I'll be editing the replies to tag those involved so nothing is missed.

Sorry in advance if you get notified twice for the same reply!

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HAYLEY MARSHALL • (4.09)

“I never intended for you to put Klaus down. I needed him for the sacrifice.”

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A huff was all the answer she could give in such a form, but it was rather exasperated. Hayley reckoned that expressed her eye roll enough, but her wolf wasn’t so cooperative in conveying human gestures. It felt wrong, unnatural, so she staunchly refused any request of that sort from Hayley. She stood on all fours from her play bow, stalking closer to @demcnsinmymind, the only sound being the clack of her claws on the flooring.

Stopping just short of him, her head tilted at his demand, an innocent whine sounding off as her knowing, canine hues registered what was said. 

He wants to kick my ass, huh? Catch me if you can!

She was fast, faster than any dog or wolf had any right to be, something even a vampire couldn’t keep up with, making her the apex predator in the room and him the prey. Pouncing on him from behind, she feigned clamping her powerful jaws down upon his neck, though none of her fangs pierced flesh; the last thing she needed was to accidentally give Lance a taste of werewolf venom and then have to bow down to the almighty Klaus for a bump of his blood to cure it. For good measure, she gave the back his neck a little kiss, sloppy as any dog’s, and slumped down against him as if pinning him down for Lance to tap out. Her snout rested comfortably on his shoulder.

"Oh, you know. Just never thought that repeatedly getting punched in the face could feel so liberating, actually. It's not funny, it's fun."

It's messed up, but it's true. Back in the day, he'd feared getting hurt. Having bruises anywhere, especially his face, the money making machine. Now though? With almost instant healing? Kind of a sick way to get rid of a whole truckload of things. Self loathing playing a huge part which, he obviously isn't going to tell her about. But also the fear itself. Each time she manages to get a new punch in, he flinches a little less. Panics a little less. Because ever so slowly, his brain is actually starting to catch up with the facts.

She isn't some orderly, nurse, or fucking doctor in white. Not too many at the same time anymore either, completely overwhelming him with their attacks. She's just one. And he isn't drugged out of his mind, starved and weak anymore either. This right here is teaching him to stop cowering, stop hiding. And punch the fuck back sooner or later, the second he actually gets there. And that is an exhilarating realization, nice, fucking glorious. And certainly deserves a good laugh and a grin.

He listens closely to her insight, then curses when she has him half bent over with her knee only inches away from his groin. Fuck. There's no contact, but it's still enough to make him stop laughing for a second.

"Now that's just playing dirty" he grunts, only to end up smirking again as he shoves her knee away. "Begone, knee. I still want to have kids one day" he jokes, a matter of impossibility on so many fronts, which is exactly why he's saying it in the first place. He moves away a bit because he needs a break, but grows all the more interested when her shirt suddenly lands in his face and she tells him not to look. He gasps somewhat theatrically, but obeys and closes his eyes. Barely resisting the urge though.

"Batting my eyelashes and taking my shirt off, you're right! That'll have them rolling on the floor, laughing their asses off. They might just take pity in me. Or die laughing." All thanks to Klaus turning him so shortly after his escape from Maryland, he'd never been able to put on more weight and muscle again. Would forever remain somewhat skinny from months of starvation. Oh well. Doesn't mean he won't keep trying to bulk back up again. When he hears her bones and muscles crack, he can't help but peek after all, and the sight of her in her wolf form has him absolutely mesmerized.

"Fuck. You're beautiful" he breathes, unable to hide his genuine wonder. Eventually though, he realizes how...strange it might seem. So he clears his throat and tries to overplay it. "Certainly got more chest hair than me now." He grabs his right wrist and fumbles with it somewhat awkwardly, pacing around a bit. A part of him wants to touch her in this form. Find out what it feels like. But of course. That would be even fucking weirder. Get your shit together, Preston.

"There's no way I can fight you like this. Come on. Change back. I'm not gonna keep treating this like a joke. I'm ready. I want to kick your ass now."

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I finished about 10 replies or so across all of my blogs in the past 2 days. Feeling good about that! More to follow through the weekend for sure.

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Well, while it wasn’t what Hayley expected to hear, she certainly wasn’t shocked nor in disbelief. No, she just stood there, squinted, and got hung up on the ‘half’ part of the whole explanation. With a nod, she folded both arms and tilted her head in an almost canine-like manner. “Huh. Alright, this isn't my first rodeo with vamps, but half? Don’t you mean transitioning?” Surely that meant they had like…a day to consume blood, right? “I thought you were just supposed to drink some blood and that’d be that. Kill sounds more like my thing.” She swept her hands down the length of her body and smiled cheekily. “Werewolf.” She informed perhaps against her better judgment, but if it was time for show and tell, all she could do was tell.

“So, you probably weren’t expecting that, but I gotta admit I wasn’t expecting this season reveal of yours either. I don’t really run into your kind all that often and we tend to steer clear of one another for good reason, but do you really have a choice at this point? I thought it was…” She shot a glance at Laddie and smiled before lowering her voice. “...Turn or you die? What’s your plan here?”

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featuring: Star (and guest starring Laddie!)

Star's eyes widened in alarm, and urgently, she replied, "No, please don't…!"

Laddie paused briefly to glance over at her.

Clearing her throat, Star shook her head and apologized for her outburst.

"I'm… we're not trying to stay here, even if it looks bad," she explained as she weakly crossed her arms over her chest and paced about the trailer. Her curly hair curtained her face, and every step she took, the floor beneath her creaked. Only after a few moments of this gesture, she paused alongside Laddie, and gave the top of his head a gentle pat, before she once again regarded Hayley with dark, somber eyes.

"We're not what we appear to be," she revealed quietly. By now, Laddie was focused on drinking some water to wash down the donuts he ravished. Star made a decision right there and then: to be honest for once, and admit the truth. If Hayley didn't believe her, it wouldn't be the first time, but it was time to stop being afraid.

Motioning to herself and Laddie, Star explained with a straight face, "We're both…"

Hesitation. Yeah, as easy it was to believe she wanted to be honest, but it wasn't every day she told people they were supposed to drink the blood of the living to someone who showed her the first sign of kindness.

Clearing her throat, Star pushed forward. "Laddie and I... we're vampires. Half vampires, that is. We won't be whole until we make our first kills."

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The Originals | s4e12

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Great, this one speaks like it’s Shakespeare in the park, Hayley thought.

Maybe he’d give Elijah a run for his money on the fancy-shmancy lingo, but that outfit? @cruelprincae should be at a Renaissance Fair, not in the bayou. Hayley cocked an eyebrow at the ‘expected’ bit, because she sure as hell wasn’t expecting company--nor would she invite anyone--on a full moon. “Right…” She nodded slowly, pretending she understood what the hell a seneschal was. Seriously, where were the Mikaelsons when they were actually needed to translate Dead English?

“In that case, you can trust I haven’t been. Sorry to disappoint, but I think you’ve been played by this 'Jude.' You’re on private property and it’s pretty dangerous out here. Have you been drinking?”

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"You might wanna be careful where you step out here. It's a full moon..." Hayley advised; wouldn't be the first time someone went missing in the bayou when her Pack was on the hunt. How she wanted to run with them, but instead she was there, dealing with an intruder. Politely, despite the lunar influence on her temper!

The fae nearly jumps, startled, as black eyes with a ring of gold around their irises ― now widen ― stare upon the female whom, if he had to guess, the rather ominous voice belonged to. Cardan's thankful that his sharp features are hidden behind the gold emboilded velvet cloak otherwise they'd have given away the panic they were unable to mask. He couldn't lie ( literally ); It's not like he doesn't enjoy a little bit of danger ― it's just that he doesn't engorge himself in it like a particular mortal girl who ate it like it was a delicacy. The same girl who got him in this mess to begin with.

Gods, If this is a scheme of Jude's to get rid of him and he's going to die tragically by whatever beasts lay under the full moon, he'll curse her with his dying breath so that his ghost will haunt her till her her very last moments on this earth. Just for spite.

❛ Pardon me, I was told I were to be expected here. ❜ Answers Cardan, willing his voice not to shake, to not betray weakness, even if his tail coiled nervously around his waist, beneath the spider spun silky shirt of his. ❛ In one piece. I trust you have been in communication with my seneschal, Jude Duarte. ❜

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Time to put her Queenly hat on…or crown. Whatever, same concept, right? She considered that sentiment for a moment, glancing up at the ceiling while she expertly poured herself another glass that most would call unladylike; most would get a combat boot up the ass for that. Stopping just short of the brim, she returned her contemplative gaze to @savagevillain and sighed. She definitely needed that second glass. “Martyrs all around…” The gaze narrowed as she prepared to make an attempt to appeal to the father in Klaus, the man beneath the myth, the monster…

“Sounds a bit like a windmill to me, though. One day it’s calmer, next it’s a storm. I guess what I’m trying to say is while people with a death wish are fine and dandy, we’ve got someone around that they can hurt you with…” Though she thought better of it, Hayley went against her better judgment and reached out, giving Klaus’ arm a squeeze before nodding at the bodies. “Today’s mess could be hers tomorrow. We–not you–need to figure out a way forward that prevents that. You're not in this alone.” 

Eyebrow arched in an amused fashion, Klaus watches Hayley’s show of exasperation but total nonchalance when it comes to the bodies littering their courtyard, pouring herself a drink and downing it like a champ. ❛ To their demise, ❜  he echos, with a swig of his own, lips curving into a smug smile. His plan, another success she cannot deny. Her question makes him sigh, a little exaggeratedly. ❛  Yes, you’d think they would realise it’s a suicide mission, wouldn’t you —  but perhaps a suicide mission is precisely what they are looking for. ❜  Perhaps he had broken them so deeply that only pain upon him is their only purpose in life; it has certainly happened before, Tyler coming to mind.

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PHOEBE TONKIN IN THE ORIGINALS 2.11

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@savagevillain, continued from here:

There was a profound eye roll given as Hayley’s initial response to Klaus. Ever the one to showboat his victories, she wasn’t going to stroke that ego; he was doing just fine on his own. Yet she knew, while they were ‘saved’ for the moment, whomever Klaus killed to make the world right again probably just knocked the next domino over for next episode’s monster-of-the-week…

With folded arms, she squinted at the Mikaelson and, after several moments of silent, internal debate, she relented; she could never resist the alluring pull of an alcoholic beverage. Stepping over the mounds of dead with an unperturbed expression, the Hybrid joined Klaus after snatching a glass and pouring a generously copious amount of bourbon into it. “To their demise.” She echoed his toast, downing the contents of the near-overflowing glass without missing a beat. Puckering her lips as if in deep, contemplative thought, she pointed a finger at Klaus, the rest clasping on to her empty glass. “Y’know, there’s something I just don’t get…” Without waiting for his smartass answer, she continued with a wave of her hand in his general direction. “For a family of immortal serial killers who can’t be killed themselves, you’re up to your ass in alligators. At this point, I don’t understand why they still bother…”

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DASH GAME

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒.

Sleep Token - "The Summoning"

Meshuggah - "Bleed"

CCR - "Proud Mary"

Boys Like Girls - "Hero/Heroine"

Gracie Abrams - "I know it won't work"

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