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Alaric, Tyler and kai

Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …

"...you know I'm gay, right?" An eyeroll follows Bee's words, but she's answering anyway. She's just gotta push back a little first. "Fuck Tyler, marry Kai, kill Alaric. He's so old and annoying."

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💛 + me, me, and oh yeah, me

Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …

"These are such difficult choices, let me see..." Bee taps her chin in faux contemplation. "How about I just fuck you? Yeah that sounds good."

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💛- lucien, bonnie and caroline

Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …

"Gross. You're fucking gross, Jackie." A pause as she thinks it over. "Aside from Bonnie, actually. So...fuck Caroline, marry Bonnie, kill Lucien. Yuck."

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💛 + Sergius Godfrey, Zelda Rahl, & Jackie Matlin

Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …

"You're gonna start a sibling rivalry if you keep this up, Hope." She's shoving chocolate in her mouth before answering. "Fuck...Jackie. I guess. In an alternate universe where she hasn't also slept with dad. Marry Zelda. Kill Sergius...so maybe he'll stop being such a recurring problem for me." Bee blinks a little, feeling just a tiny bit of guilt for a few moments before it's gone. "I hope he doesn't find out about that, though."

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Send a 💛 + three names and my muse will tell who they would fuck, marry, and kill ( FMK ) …

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                 "Yeah...yeah." It's all Bee can really say in response. It's all a fucking mess and she wants to kill her grandmother for the, what? Third? Fourth time? Why won't this bitch stay dead and stop messing with shit? "You're not one of your dad's trollops, though. The word hasn't even been invented yet." She's gonna be pointing out things like that for a very long time, apparently. Bee stands up, holds her hands out, and sets the baskets on fire with magic. With a smile, she pulls Jackie to her feet. "There. Now it's not our problem anymore."

she  didn't  even  think  about  it  until  bee  points  it  out.  the  age  similarity  was  somehow  different  when  they  were  all  human.  “  it's  even  weirder  when  i'm  younger  than  you,  which  i  already  was,  but  with  us  both  being  humans-  kinda -  but..”  sudden  pause,  as  a  thought  dawns  on  her.  “...oh  my  god.  i've  become  one  of  my  fathers  trollops  !!  when  he  saw  girls  younger  than  my  brothers, nearly MY age.”  her  lips  pull  into  a  frown.  “yep,  we  should  roast  and  make  her  into  soup.” 

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A very pointed look is sent Jackie's way. "Picasso hasn't even been born yet, and that's somehow more depressing." Though at Jackie's suggestion, Bee's expression gets a little brighter. "That sounds like so much fun, actually. Did she ever think that I don't wanna be the same fucking age as my father? It's fine as vampires, but how the hell am I supposed to exist like that with all these humans around? I wanna turn her into soup."

“yep,”  lips  'POP'  to  accentuate  the  last  letter.  not  that  she  really  blames  bee,  given  she,  too,  hates  every  moment  of  this,  and  she  also  has  mentioned  it  numerous  times  since  they  arrived.  gaze  moves  from  her  own  project  to  look  at  the  basket  in  the  woman's  lap.  “i  think  picasso  would  like  it,”  it's  a  small  attempt,  their  usual  game  of  insults;  something  to  lighten  the  mood.  the  blonde  shoves  her  project  aside. planting her hands behind her to lean back.

“ - we  should  spit  roast  her  and  send  the  meat  to  the  village  over..”

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"You know, if you're still mad at your dad for not telling me about you, we can leave all his paint tubes open and replace his brushes with elf ones."

"That's hilarious." She's laughing a little too much at the thought of it. "They make a killer blending brush, though. He should appreciate the upgrade."

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"You know I adore you, but your taste in women can be atrocious."

"I'm sorry--" She's not. At all. "--but I don't remember asking for the opinion of someone in a long term relationship with the literal worst guy on the fucking planet?" She's not actually mad. She never is with Jackie. Bee guesses this is how they show affection, considering it's the only way they ever communicate with each other. "Excuse me for liking my women a little spicy. It they aren't plotting my downfall in their spare time, why would I even bother?"

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"Have I mentioned how much I hate this?" There's a loud, frustrated sound escaping Bee's throat as she tries to simply put a basket together through weaving. It's tedious, and boring, and she misses the internet, and showering. God she misses showering. "I literally refuse to ask that ginger bitch for anything, and I can't google it, so here I am with this fucking stupid basket that wouldn't hold a goddamn pebble. Lucky me!"

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"Well being drunk is the best thing to be, isn't it?" She's not gonna mention that she can't exactly talk about things seriously unless she's drunk. That would be pathetic. Fingers come up to lightly trace Ophelia's jaw. "Oh we'd be so cute. The fact that it would piss off my dad is just a plus."

brows furrow when the other 'boops' her nose, not that she minded, clearly too smitten to care. “See- I knew you got me,” Fee hums, clearly unphased by the 'slip' of referring to Bee as her 'wife'. after all it was intentional flirting. Hand falls over her chest briefly. “only after we're drunk? I thought we'd make just the cutest pair of wives, I'm sure it'd annoy your dad.”

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"What are you--" she starts but trails off, eyes on the way Rebekah's hand is on her knee. She honestly isn't used to this kind of treatment, but she should be used to it by now from her aunt. Sadly, Bee is not. "It's just..." She sighs, eyes averted. "Klaus isn't...around. He only asked me to come here because he needed help. Cool -- that's fine. But I literally only interact with him when he needs something, and that just fucking sucks, you know?" A pause, and Bee bites her lip, returning her eyes to Rebekah. "Not that I'm trying to give you any more reason to have it out for him. You have plenty of shit on your plate to make you hate him."

“Lets sit for a minute?” Rebekah moves to her own chair, across from Bee and settles in. She looks at her niece and starts “Look, I know it's not easy for you to talk about your feelings or to even admit to them at all but I’d really like to help if I can.” Rebekah places a hand on Bee’s knee and gives a light squeeze to reinforce her encouragement. “What's going on, love? You can always talk to me.”

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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 .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    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’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    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 ].

→     𝐕 .    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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does bee want a kiss.

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