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left  because  of  a  girl,  she  asks.  it  causes  a  dry  chuckle  from  nick.  “ that’s  a  complicated  question. ”  he  shakes  his  head,  not  knowing  where  to  start  with  this  answer.   avoiding  anything  that  would  cause  a  huge  reaction  from  the  tribrid,  he  says,  “  kind  of  both. ”  he  starts,  mocha  eyes  meeting  with  hope’s.  “ she  just —  i  did  something  really  dangerous  for  her,  it  took  me  a  while  to  get  back  to  being  myself.  &  to  be  honest,  i’m  not  really  all  there  still. ”  the  warlock  still  has  nightmares,  intense  ones.  sometimes  nick  swears  he  can  still  feel  lucifer  inside  of  him,  a  burning  sensation  he  thought  would  never  go  away.  maybe  being  here :  at  the  salvatore  school,  could  help  him.  they  practice   ( weak )   light  magic  here,  anyhow.  nothing  demonic  would  happen  here,  right ?  god  knows  he  needed  a  break  from  demons. his  eyes  move  to  her  fingers  wrapped  around  the  pedant  on  her  neck,  noting  a  fancy  written  m  crested  in  the  center.  most  likely  standing  for  mikaelson.  it’s  then  hinted  something  happened  with  her  family,  something  she  wishes  she  could  fix  but  couldn’t.  probably  why  she  asked  him  the  second  half  of  the  question.  (  because  she  had  similar  experiences  ?  )   maybe  they  were  more  similar  than  he  originally  thought,  but  he  wouldn’t  ask.  it  was  too  soon  to  share  trauma  &  he  knew  how  annoying  it  was  when  others  begged  &  pried,  always  wanting  to  know  every  detail.  it  was  like  they  thrived  off  of  other’s  pain,  grateful  they  didn’t  go  through  the  same  thing.  as  if  they  could  understand,  when  in  reality  they  couldn’t.  but  maybe  hope  mikaelson  could  relate  &  it  makes  him  feel  slightly  better,  finally  feeling  like  he  had  someone  to  relate  to.  a  weak  smile  is  returned  and  he  presses  a  palm  on  the  shiny,  silver  counter  top.  “ and  you  finally  have  a  friend  that  won’t  pry.  of  course,  that’s  me  assuming  everyone  here  wants  you to  constantly  talk  about  your  feelings. ”  his  nose  scrunches  quickly  before  he  lets  out  another  chuckle.

hope scoffs in disbelief, mostly surprised at the assertion. nick is somehow already wise to hope’s feelings being the focus of every conversation surrounding her - aside from the weekly bombardment of monsters that had been routinely sent their way. she listens to the vague explanation, needing no further details to know that whatever it was he ran from was still affecting him. deeply, at that. her head tilts in sympathy, eyes falling to the counter as she basks in his words. maybe she bore more similarities to the transfer kid than she had originally given him credit for. it takes her a moment to think of the right thing to say. “ i think talking about feelings is overrated. ” she follows up with a passive smile, forget-me-not colored irises finding courage to finally look into his. fingers reach for the apple in the center of the bowl of fruit, pulling it to her lips before she takes a bite, beginning towards the hallway, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he follows. “ so ... what do you think of the place? ” an eyebrow raises as the two approach the railing of the second floor. hope glances out over the common room, the fireplace lit in the center as students mingle amongst themselves. she waves to mg in the distance before returning her attention back to nick. “ i know it can use a little work, but ... not bad for a temporary home, right? ” temporary home. after all, that’s what this place is, right? her home is new orleans. the french quarter - her aunts and uncles, family dinners, and beignets fresh from her place of choosing. yet she stares at her classmates - lizzie, josie, kaleb, mg, even jed - and can’t help but feel a tug at her heartstrings when the thought of eventually leaving is fresh in her mind. “ who knows? maybe you’ll learn something new. ” hope raises an eyebrow, well aware that the dark magic he practiced seemed better to him than the options given here. but she wasn’t a stranger to dark magic. and he was sure some of the other students - like josie - might surprise him. 

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i need to rewatch legacies so i can get some muse for my girl <3 <3 bringing some replies over here today from my multi, though!

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it troubles me to my very core that there are people out there that not only enjoy al*ric saltzman, but ship him and hope. i just ... GOD.

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐈𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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more prompts for your feels

“  what am i supposed to do when i can’t even trust my own mind?  ”  “  i have to believe death is the end. because all that waits for me in the afterlife is a debt of sin i don’t think could ever be paid off.  ” “  what do you see when you look into my eyes?  ”   “  it doesn’t always have to be you, you know?  your shoulders aren’t the only ones that can bear the weight of the world.  ”   “  i don’t think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching.  ” “  i can’t remember what it’s like to be truly wanted.  ” “  every time you look at me i feel invisible.  ” “  loneliness is a slow and cruel poison.  ” “  i’m afraid that if i let you see every side of me, you should shrink back in fear or disgust.  ” “  for once in your life, what is it that you want.  ” “  i’ve been wrapped in my sorrow for so long, i’m afraid i’ll feel too cold without it.  ” “  i just want to see you smile again.  ” “  can’t you stop running for one second?  ” “  i’ll be here. when you’re ready to talk.  ” “  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.  ” “  don’t shut me out. please.  ” “  don’t look at me like that.  ” “  the world isn’t made up of heroes and monsters. just broken people balancing between the two.  ” “  i just wanted to do something good for once.  ” “  why can’t you tell me what’s wrong?  ” “  just trust me. please.  ” “  why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of?  ” “   you’re so worried about losing me/them you’re missing everything in front of you.  ”   “  i’m not leaving you.  ” “  you’re not alone. i’m here.  ” “  you see everyone so clearly except yourself.  ” “  don’t you understand? i love you. and nothing you’ve done, no matter how much of a monster you think you are, is gonna change that.  ” “  i find broken things interesting. maybe that’s why i like you so much.  ” “  i want to be whatever it is you think i am.  ” “  you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me.  ” “  i’ll still be here when you wake.  ” “  i promise i’ll never hurt you again.  ” “  as long as i have you, the rest doesn’t matter.  ” “  what did they do to you?  ” “  i’m not sure i should leave you alone.  ” “  i won’t hate you. i know you think that’s what you deserve but it’s not.  ” “  i want to love the parts of you that you hate.  ” “  i’m scared of what you’re becoming.  ” “  i’m sorry, i’m not what you think i am.  ” “  you’ll always have a home with me.  ” “  what happened to you?  ” “  i thought i’d never see you again.  ” “  you’re such a fucking coward.  ” “  i envy anyone who has the privilege of being loved by you.  ” “  you scared me.  ” “  please, don’t ever give up on me.  ” “  i’m not giving up on you. not ever.  ” “  i know you love me. but it’s not the way i want to be loved.  ”

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REBLOG THIS IF IT IS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MEMES AT ANY POINT, EVEN HOURS / DAYS AFTER IT WAS ORIGINALLY REBLOGGED SINCE WE ARE ALL NOT ONLINE AT THE SAME TIME

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i’m getting my life together on this blog, but im thinking a plotting and/or starter call tomorrow >:) in the meantime, rec me some blogs to follow? im on the hunt for epic mutuals!

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“ i’m gonna 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃. i can’t promise that i won’t go through a period where I get irresponsible tattoos and date older men, but i’m gonna go back to school. and i’ll be okay. because i’m a 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍. and i promise you, i’m going to do right by our name. ” 

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josie vc girlfriend <3

oh look, the love of her life :’)

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got some temp icons made just to get by, doc is updated, and now i speep. ill probably be on after i get off tomorrow morning, working on some kind of promo jdnsvklsd. 

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slowly gonna be moving hope from my mumu back to her solo blog! 

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send in "oh my god... what happened to you?!" for my muse to show up on your muse's doorstep in a badly injured state, looking for shelter and help.

alternatively, send in "it's not as bad as it looks..." for YOUR muse to show up on MY muse's doorstep in a badly injured state, looking for shelter and help.

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me: i love slow burns

also me: 

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salvatoraes​:

“  the  photographs ? ” he  questions  the  blonde,  blinking  up  at  her  with  confusion.  what  photographs  was  she  talking  about —  where  the  hell  was  he ?  one  minute  he  was  drinking  bourbon  with  lexi  at  home  and  the  next  he  was —  here ?  “  hope  mikaelson ,  klaus  and  hayley’s  daughter.  the   last  time  i  saw you —  you  were  a  baby.  “  confusion  only  grows  stronger  but  he  nods  when  she  asks  about  his  name.  “  yes,  that’s  me. ”  he  takes  her  hand  and  pulls  himself   off   the  ground.  yet  to  realize  his  body  wasn’t  exactly  his.  “  my  rest ?  you  do  know  i’m  dead  right ? or ?  was ?  ”  eyes  dart  around  the  room, only  jolting  more  questions. 

hope let’s out an audible exhale at the confirmation, hand rising to her heart in relief. understandably, he’s confused. she got that, listening as he lists off his questions. “you were dead,” she clarifies, taking in the rest of what he is asking. “okay, so what i’m about to say is gonna be a lot to swallow.” green eyes study him, a tilt of the head to really look at his face as she pauses to figure out her phrasing. “it’s been thirteen years since that day in the bell tower, stefan.” it’s hard for her to predict what his reaction might be, or how she would feel if it was her in his situation. hope starts to say something but then hesitates, lips forming a fine line in thought. “there’s also - well ... there’s also something else.” raising her phone to stefan’s face, she snaps a picture of him, pulling it up to reveal. “you look different from all the photographs i’ve ever seen.”

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LORDE SENTENCE PROMPTS

i.   lyrics taken from various songs by lorde. adjust as necessary.

❝  but what will we do when we’re sober?  ❞

❝  we didn’t come from money.  ❞

❝  we don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.  ❞

❝  i’m in a clique but i want out.  ❞

❝  there’s nothing more i want, except to be alone .  ❞

❝  i breathed so deep i thought i’d drown.  ❞

❝  but i know they’ll never own me.  ❞

❝  it drives you crazy getting old.  ❞

❝  we might be hollow, but we’re brave.  ❞

❝  glory and gore go hand-in-hand.  ❞

❝  only bad people live to see their likeness set in stone.  ❞

❝  i guess you’re lucky that it’s dark now.  ❞

❝  the people are talking. people are talking.  ❞

❝  what the fuck are perfect places anyway?  ❞

❝  i know about what you did and i wanna scream the truth.  ❞

❝  i’ll come get my things, but i can’t let go.  ❞

❝  can we keep up with the ruse?  ❞

❝  our rules, our dreams, we’re blind.  ❞

❝  can you hear the violence?  ❞

❝  just move in close to me, closer.  ❞

❝  you’re a little much for me.  ❞

❝  sorry i was never good like you.  ❞

❝  the truth is i am a toy that people enjoy.  ❞

❝  you’re not what you thought you were.  ❞

❝  in my head i do everything right.  ❞

❝  it’s just another graceless night.  ❞

❝  please could you be tender, and i will sit close to you.  ❞

❝  bet you wanna rip my heart out.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna mess your life up.  ❞