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There is nothing 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 about the way I’ve been b r o k e n
There is no ɢʀᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ to be formed from these jagged pieces
A part of me was MURDERED in that place,
in cold and brutal blood,
&& there can be no reviving it, now.
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Elena Gilbert + Best S3 Outfits (Requested by Anonymous)
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drunken confession.
your muse is drinking with mine and has been given the chance to question my muse anything they want to know. some may be triggering, others won’t. send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.
“ what’s holding you back in life ?”
“ is everything alright? ”
“ when did you choose to give up ?”
“ what’s the kinkiest thing you have ever done ?”
“ how many have you slept with ?”
“ what’s your biggest secret ?”
“ do you believe in love ?”
“ what’s the meanest thing you have done ?”
“ what scares you more than anything ?”
“ have you ever considered running away ?”
“ do you love me ?”
“ what’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“ who hurt you ?”
“ what made you this way ?”
“ is there anyone special in your life ?”
“ why are you always smiling ?”
“ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
“ if you could do anything in world, what would it be ?”
“ who are you, really ?”
“ is there anything you regret ?”
“ what’s your biggest regret ?”
“ tell me about your first kiss ?”
“ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
“ is there anyone you regret kissing ?”
“ have you ever cheated, or been cheated on ?”
“ what is the most embarrassing thing in your room ?”
“ who have you loved, but they didn’t love you back ?”
“ is there something you have never told anyone ?”
“ when was the last time you cried ?”
“ how come you keep running away ?”
“ have you ever made someone cry ?”
“ if anything, what makes you hate a person ?”
“ what takes for you to fall in love, trust someone ?”
“ do you believe in true love ?”
“ what have you done that people would judge you most for doing ?”
“ do you regret letting me close ?”
“ is there someone you have a crush on ?”
“ what is the strangest place you have ever had sex ?”
“ tell me your most awkward date story ?”
“ do you ever get scared ?”
“ what do you really think of life ?”
add your own for further development.
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Katherine Pierce + Best S1 Outfits (Requested by Anonymous)
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Part One
Collaboration writing!
Thelion:
How long had it been since he’d seen her? Truly seen her, Thelion wondered. Not since she’d “killed” him, he knew. It was the first time he’d seen what lurked beneath the surface of her pretty face, the betrayal and treachery that festered in the depths of her mind. He’d taught her everything she knew, loved her as he’d never loved another soul, and she’d driven a blade through his chest. But worst of all, she’d stripped him of his purpose—protecting her, guiding—and left him with nothing to live for. Until he awoke in in the mud, choking on his own blood, with revenge burning hot in his veins.
Revenge, he’d told himself, was as good a reason to survive as any.
Thelion had, for many weeks, studied his new prey’s den and learned her habits. She’d done well for herself since his attempted murder, rising to the status of noble, amassing wealth and power. Cadence’s guards protected her jealously, letting no beggar stray to close, and suspicious of any eyes that lingered too long. They guarded her young babe, still just a boy, even more carefully. To a normal thief, even a normal assassin, it would be dangerous to pursue such a cause. But Thelion would not be deterred.
That night, his blade killed many. Painfully, quietly.
Thelion was quick and precise, surgical even, and his blade found its way between the plates of armor and slid into the soft flesh beneath. The last man he killed stood just beyond the door of Cadence’s study, and he pushed him through the threshold, letting his body thunder to the floor with a great clattering of steel. All her other men were dead—there was no need to be silent any longer. The assassin wiped the blade along the sleeve of his right arm, cleaning the bright red from its edge, but he did no sheath it. He wore a hood and a mask to cover his mouth, and cold, calculating blue eyes looked out at her the shadows of his cowl.
Thelion didn’t speak as he approached her.
Cadence:
Had she truly become so complaisant in her new role that she forgot the ghosts of the other? It was hard to believe that she, one who was so strict in her regimen and training, could let such a gross mistake manifest; but alas, hubris was a poisonous thing when one amasses wealth and power to do with as they please, and today it painted her hallways in glistening banners of red.
Both feet were propped on the corner of her desk, right ankle lazily crossing the left, and the rest of her reclined in a plush, oversized chair. Cadence had just taken a mouthful of a carrot, its crunch drowned out by the clank and clangor of steel plate and the whining of the large, oak door. She sat there, like a deer caught in the headlights, mouth unwilling to continue chewing. Her eyes, amalgamations of blue and violet, flick back and forth between the fallen guard to the would-be assassin hiding his face behind a cowl.
"Rrrnnn." The sound of disappointment emanates from the curvature of her mouth as it animates into a pout. "...I liked that one... he had a sense of humor." With one hand holding the butt of the carrot, her other dropped down to her thigh. From his vantage he'd see nothing, though he'd hear the tell-tale click of a gun's hammer before it was hoisted from its holster. "... so this is what this feels like?" Her mouth twists into a semblance of surprise, brows arching to fully paint the expression on her countenance. "...never thought -I'd- be on the receiving end."
Even in the face of such an imposing assassin, Cadence didn't lose her jovial disposition. "Might I inquire the reason for this visit-- I can't believe my own family'd send an assassin to kill me... well, maybe one. I did call her a cunt."
Thelion:
Thelion stalked closer to the noble, silent, vigilant, thunderous blue eyes studying her every movement. He saw the laziness that had grown in her, the carelessness, the nonchalance bred from a life of luxury and pomp. Where was the quick, lethal weapon he’d fashioned from bone and flesh? Where was the sharp, ruthless assassin that had stood in his shadow? Where was the bold, daring woman that had so foolishly tried to end his life? No matter, Thelion thought as he neared the desk. This imposter will due.
It was not honorable combat he sought, nor was it some sense of pride that drove him. It was pain—raw and uninhibited. She’d broke his heart that night she stabbed a blade through his chest, and now, he intended to do the same.
“Your family didn’t send me.” Reaching up with his free hand, Thelion tugged his mask down, revealing the rest of his face. “Your past did.”
Cadence:
Still, as he stalked closer, Cadence's jovial attitude remained. Her eyes were alight in the chase and she studied each movement made by him with calculated efficiency. The game went from boring to interesting all within a measure the moment he didn't deter when she produced the flintlock pistol; a man so bereft of fear when staring down the barrel of a gun was, in her mind, at least interesting.
That voice. The edges of her eyes squint at the faint hint of recognition and her head adopted a curious tilt. She knew that voice all to well, but to hear its melodic thrum presently was absolute madness; was she, herself, going crazy?Possibly. But when he pulled down the mask and she was able to glean the truth in his features, the leftward edge of her lips pulled up and showcased the gleam of those pearly whites. "I thought I killed you." The other side of her mouth rose and presented a row of perfectly lined teeth giving life to an lustrous smile.
Heralded by the soft groans of taut leather, she pulled one leg at a time from the edge of the desk and righted herself in her seat.
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If you had me for one night... finish it in my ask!
happy sinday u fucks
do ur worst
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Go on anon and flirt with my muse.
Cheesy pick-up lines, raunchy jokes, sincere compliments, anything goes!
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Confess a dark, twisted, or otherwise sinful thought your muse has had about mine.
On or off anon, it’s up to you!
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