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she’ll swallow you  w h o l e

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 having to lower standards and succumb to humanistic rituals had been putting a damper on the blondes mood. missing the time where all that was needed was a sip from the vein. participating in their culture left nothing but a bad taste in her mouth. why was she forced to live as a human once more? it was by far the cruelest thing done to her. at the sound of someone talking, eyes perked up before rolling. “who knows.” she spoke casually, “it could’ve been any one of these idiots.” not even caring who heard. “can I order a burger, extra rare?”

“Alright. Which one of you heathens asked for the ‘burger of the day’, but hold everything but the patty?” Bob asked out loud, holding in his hands a plate of fries and a burger patty. “You could’ve just said ‘burger patty and fries’.”

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 aimless wandering was not a common occurrence for the former king of hell, but alas, it is exactly what he was doing at the current moment. the predicament of how to wrap the demons around his finger became ever so - easy. far too easy for his liking, not seeing much of a challenge with conquering this worlds hell. having already come to the conclusion that his self sacrifice had led to a far more dull yet promising place. not being as deluded by the charms of this place as more than a handful of others appeared to be.

hands remained in his tailored coat pocket while coming to a halt and moving his head ever so slightly to glance in the woman’s direction. a faint smirk came to rise on his lips upon hearing the comment which followed. “believe me, I am far from holy.” he stated, the thick accent coming out with the words. crowley took a step forward without so much as a look of interest upon his features. the cockiness which oozed out from what he assumed was a facade held a certain interest though; faintly. “let me guess, you're a woman of the night?” the question coming out as more of a statement. “that would be all good and well if I didn’t have business to take care of."

addison had only been in washington for a number of h o u r s before she found one of the only places that had ever been COMFORTABLE for her. or at least… one of the only places where she knew that she could be masterful. where she could do what she did and be damn GOOD at it. not to mention, she had to do s o m e t h i n g. she had to get the terrible sound of her own SCREAMING out of her ears. and every time she moved, she thought that she could still feel xavier’s H O T B R E A T H against her neck as he left her there. as he left her there to bleed out. resisting the urge to s h i v e r at the memory, the presence of the stranger came just in time. their arrival coincided with her feet meeting the street corner. h o m e AT LAST, addision thought sardonically, but there was more than asingle element of truth to the consideration. if she was skilled at anything, it was her job. and there was never a L U L L in demand for her services. leaning against a street poll, addison’s black hues flickered upward to meet the newcomer’s eyes. “do you like what you see?” she asked, both her tone and her body language CONFIDENT in their nature. “or are you another holy-roller who’s going to tell me to become one with jesus and to shut my legs?”

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 annoyance glazed over the features of the demon while walking about this dreadful place which claimed to be washington. if this was washington, that would make him a beatles member ( both unlikely ) as the scenario at hand. though, when given some thought, this place did carry a new fresh hell ( literally ) to which he could make his own. having the title of being a king to two hells would be quite an accomplishment. the mere idea of knowing there were an abundance of people whom had yet to meet him, fortunately for them. 

it wasn’t long before crowley; donned in a custom made jacket and expensive pants, ones he wouldn’t appreciate being ruined. which meant the less fun work had to be done. perusing the shelves of the library was as boring as listening to half of those who begged for his help at the crossroads. whinier than the bloody winchesters. an ear perked at the sound of another frustrated person in his midst. “they fail most people.” casually stating without so much as an eye glance or full acknowledgment. “case in point.” he said while motioning towards a group of teenagers.

Caleb scowled, frustrated, down at the book that as those before it, held no mention of any sort of familiar information. No mentions of Wildemount, nor Tal’Dorei, the Empire, or schools of magic. History books were filled with war and politics, but none he’d heard of before- mechanics and gunpowder of this world replacing magic and heavy weapons of… of his world? With such strange surroundings and the complete change of history, it took the better part of a few days to come to the conclusion that he had been yanked to a plane not his own. Just his luck.

His table at the local library he had stumbled upon was piled high with books that were slowly seeming to engulf the empty space and shield him from view. This, mixed with his haggard appearance had garnered a good number of looks from the people around him. Thankfully, he was too invested in extracting every bit of information he could from any text he could get his hands on to care for the stares thrown his way.

“Scheiße…” He breathed out, putting another book into a pile to his right, taking the brief pause to rub at his face and take a breath. In doing so, he failed to notice the person approaching his table. “Why is it when I need them most, books seem to fail me?”

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 brows creased in confusion while the sounds of her heels clicking against the pavement echoed ( slightly ) through the area. where in the bloody hell did she wander to now? it was a question that began while experiencing powers - maddening really. the sound of someone talking caught the original off-guard but nonetheless she chose to listen. “what are you going on about?” annoyance rather than confusion could be heard in the tone, “I don’t believe magic is actually real, and if it were why would you announce that fact to a stranger?”

Killian stood on the outskirts of DC where the Potomac river flowed and sighed. “How far do you think you could sail the river before the magic surrounding this place messed with your head?” He was always leery about magic despite his wife being quite skilled in the magic department. “Does this.. curse or whatever you want to call it follow to true division lines of the city?”  

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 the eye roll which came with ever so subtle comments was forced back due to the sheer amount of times it had been done tonight. darla twiddled a toothpick between two fingers before glancing over. “oh, I wouldn’t call it fate.” a smile formed giving way to the angelic features which she donned. made it easier to catch pray, she supposed. though there was no need for that now, was there? no, the curse of mortality had taken over once more. “feel free to stare all you want.” she said, flicking the toothpick. “darla.”

         ❝ is it fate or destiny that heavens sat you next to me ? ❞ 

            with a swivel, he casually toasts towards his newfound             companion. ❝ of all the works of art in this world, i get              to enjoy this one at the behest of the cosmos. now then–             what do they call you ? ❞

            normally, his trips to cafes during lessons at the dance              studio involved one sided conversations with the staff              and or the patrons but today– hopes were high in regards             to actually getting a partner in conversation. 

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♔ Rebekah’s hair appreciation post - (tvd edition)

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whedon meme :: Darla ⇉  Villains [5 of 6]

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spn hiatus creations || week six ↳ Crowley: Even when I lose, I win. 

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harley quinn & rebekah mikaelson.

Late Night Wanderings Sentence Starters

“What are you doing out this late?”

“This part of town isn’t a good place to be at this time of night.”

“Now what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

“You do realize what time it is, right?” 

“Where are you going at this hour?” 

“The sun isn’t rising anytime soon, you know.” 

“Do you know where I am?” 

“The city looks different at night.” 

“This street is very dark…” 

“Why don’t you come stand in the light?” 

“Are you lost?” 

“I got turned around in the dark…” 

“This isn’t the time to go wandering around.”

“Only fools and trouble come out to these parts at this hour.” 

“Looking for trouble, are we?” 

“A little late to be shopping.” 

“Just coming back from the bar?” 

“Think any of the pubs are still going to be open?” 

“Trouble lurks around every shadowed corner.” 

“Woah! I didn’t see you there!”

“Where did you come from?” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“A bold move to show your face here in the shadows of night.” 

“Go home.” 

“It isn’t safe here at this time of night.” 

“You’re being watched.” 

“What are you doing still up?” 

“Looking for something?” 

“I like walking when the streets are empty.”

“It’s dangerous to walk at night alone.” 

“I know where I’m going.” 

“The trees are kind of spooky…”

“Did you hear that howl?” 

“Was…was that an owl…?” 

“This path is scary at night…” 

“The woods is no place a __ after dusk.” 

“Oh you poor soul, wandering lost in the forest under the new moon…” 

“You can’t see the stars from here…” 

“This is the witching hour.” 

“Dark beasts lurk here. Be cautious.” 

“Stay on the road!” 

“Talking a midnight stroll along the beach?” 

“The ocean is so mysterious at night…” 

“What brings you to the pier at this hour?” 

“What dangers lurk in these dark waters, I wonder.” 

“You’re going to get yourself lost one of these days.” 

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closed starter for @ciscostar​ // cisco ramon.

one more hard swing and BOOM!CRASH the street lamp crashed down on the black tar almost immediately; though in her mind it was slow. eyes sparkling as if getting a peak at christmas presents, a wide red smile. taking a step back she swung her ( infamous ) bat around before holding it up behind her neck. harley quinn, the former psychiatrist, had caused quite a mess while waltzing down the once crowded street. perhaps they could not handle the danger or simply did not care. surely the ‘coppers’ would have rolled out by now or even more predictably the bat. a heavy sigh was released before stumbling upon a passerby and the joy was released back onto pale features. “wanna know what this says?” she said, bringing the bat down from behind her head; swinging it and stopping right before the persons face. “it says good night.” a laughter erupted from the clowns lips before lowering the weapon of choice. 

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harley quinn & rebekah mikaelson.

“You have no fucking idea.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Get the fuck out.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“What the fuck?”

“How the fuck?”

“What the fucking hell?”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Why the fuck are you still here?” 

“How the fuck did you do that?” 

“You’re fucking unbelievable.”

“I think we should fuck.”

“You really wanna fuck with me?”

“Watch what you’re fucking doing.”

“Did you just say ‘fuck you’?” 

“What the fuck are you watching?” 

“Where the fuck are we?” 

“How the fuck do we end this?” 

“Where the fuck do you turn it on?” 

“Have you seen this fucking thing?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

“What a fucking surprise.”

“You fucking well know what you did.”

“Leave me the fuck alone.” 

“Quit fucking bragging.”

“Are you here to fucking brag?”

“I said fucking LEAVE.” 

“I heard they fucked your best friend.”

“You know how this fucking movie ends?”

“You know where the fuck i’ll be.”

“Don’t fucking come back until you’re sober.”

“Don’t talk to your fucking mom like that.”

“You’re lucky they’re fucking dead.” 

“They fucking hated you.”

“They fucking loved you.”

“We all fucking burn in the end.”

“Time to atone for your fucking sins.”

“When was the last time you left the fucking house?”

“What did you fucking take?” 

“Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up.”

“They’re fucking dead.”

“Who the fuck did you ask out?” 

“You have no idea how much that fucking ruined me.”

“I fucking believed you. I won’t do it again.”

“You’re fucking beautiful.”

“You fucking well know why that happened.”

“Don’t fucking call me again.”

“They say heartbreak really fucks with you.”

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Mun Vs. Muse

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👿 Something you and your muse strongly disagree on? 😇 Something you and your muse strongly agree on? 🤝 In general, would you and your muse get along?  🖐 How would you react if you happened to meet the muse in real life?  💬 If you could tell your muse anything, what would it be?  🌌 If you and your muse swapped places for a day how screwed would you be?  🤬 Who has the shorter temper?  🚑 Who takes better care of themselves?  📝 Is the muse cooperative or do they like to take the wheel when it comes to threads?  👕 Who has better fashion sense?  🌈 In general, who’s more positive?  💭 If the muse could say one thing to you, what do you think they’d say? 🔒 What’s one thing about your muse that you still can’t figure out?   📅 Who’s older?  ⏰ Who’s better at keeping track of time?  📞 Who’s more likely to ask for help first? 👟 Who can run faster?   ➕ Who’s better at math?  🔪 If the muse and mun got into a (physical) fight, who would win? 

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klaus was taken aback by his sister’s reaction to seeing him. he thought that she’d be happier to see him than she appeared to be. “did we not? i thought you’d be surprised to see me alive here,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows. perhaps he’d gotten the wrong impression from his sister when they last parted. “what’s going on? you think i’m the reason we’re all stuck here?” he asked. “i don’t know why we’re here…i appeared here just as everyone else did.” 

 alive. what did that even mean for their family nowadays? eternally stuck grasping for humanity which was just out of reach. then again, some of them did have the misfortune of being on the other end of the white oak. was her brother referring to the moment where alaric had ( almost ) succeeded? a brow arched at the thought. “we both know when something dastardly happens, you’re usually the cause.” a little smirk appearing, showing a more lighthearted side. “then I do believe we have a problem.” she stated, folding arms across her chest before finally returning to the statement which lingered. “and of course i’m not surprised to see you alive, nik.” a brief pause followed, “should I be concerned?”

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closed starter for @d-winchestcr // dean winchester.

 the bar, one out of many one might assume, was nearly packed to the brim with a mixture of rowdy middle aged and teenagers alike. perhaps some socializing would bring about some clarity ( eventually ) not wanting to raise too much suspicion. bringing a crystallized glass to plumped, delicate lips, she took a sip. the rush of the burning liquid made it’s way down her throat; a couple more and she would feel lushy. when the original went to get another she nearly collided into a man, quickly grabbing the item they seemed to drop; what the bloody hell was it? confusion rushed over before taking a step forward and in front of the passerby, “I do believe this is yours.” handing it out with a sly grin, “I would learn to be a little more careful, if I were you.” and there it was, the taunting nature which lived within the original sister - the brattiness nature well known. “or I could keep it to teach you a lesson.”