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[goddessandviper]

various starters

❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜

❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜

❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜

❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜

❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜

❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜

❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜

❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜

❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜

❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜

❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜

❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜

❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜

❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜

❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜

❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜

❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜

❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜

❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜

❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜

❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜

❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜

❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜

❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜

❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜

❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜

❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜

❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜

❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜

❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜

❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜

❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜

❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜

❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜

❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜

❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜

❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜

❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜

❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜

❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜

❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜

❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜

❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜

❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜

❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜

❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜

❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜

❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜

❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜

❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜

❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜

❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜

❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜

❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜

❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜

❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜

❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜

❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜

❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜

❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜

❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜

❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜

❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

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dirty talk .

“If we weren’t at this party and these people weren’t around, I would jump you right now…”

“What would you say if I asked you to go down on me right now?”

“It might sound greedy, but I need your cock so bad right now…”

“I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”

“I need to feel you inside me.”

“Nobody has ever fucked me like you do.”

“Even when you’re in a bad mood, I want to fuck you.”

“I’m going to mark you as mine tonight.”

“When we get home, I’m going to make you orgasm so hard.”

“Knowing that you can completely overpower me makes me so crazy horny.“

“What would you prefer I wear tonight, a thong or panties or nothing at all?”

“Would you discipline me if I was acting bratty?”

“If these people weren’t here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”

“I can barely concentrate; I just keep thinking about you grabbing me and taking me.”

“I’ve got a sexy surprise for you later…”

“I wish we could just stay in bed and have sex all day long…”

“I love it when you wear tight clothes.”

“Guess what color my panties are?”

“We need to meet after work; this horniness is killing me.”

“I just want to wrap my pussy around your cock.”

“I just want to wrap my ass around your cock.”

“You look so fucking hot in the morning.”

“I wore these panties just for you.”

“I feel so horny and helpless when you dominate me.”

“Tonight is going to be a lot of fun…”

“If you play your cards right, you’ve got some pleasure/fun coming your way.”

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s making me wet.”

“Stop looking at me like that, it’s making me hard.”

“Tonight we’re going to do what I want to do. But don’t worry, it’s going to be a lot of fun!”

“I’m going to make you scream and shout tonight!”

“It’s a pity we’re not in bed right now because all I can think of is feeling your body on mine.”

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Are you guys still doing prompts anymore?

I don’t know who “you guys” are? This was an rp blog back in the day when people actually RPd with me so...

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I want a verse where Aya did not die or get marked, but fled. And after Elijah has his memories wiped, she happens upon him. And basically she doesn’t let him know their history and she doesn’t try to figure out why he doesn’t remember, but they start up again and end up together and its messy. And at some point Elijah gets his memories back and it’s even messier.

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Okay I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT I've been looking for a Tumblr like yours forever!!!!!! Please don't ever put this down!!!!! Yes omg the eliaya ship is what I have always craved, and yearned for!!! Please keep posting! Anyways, whew sorry for my rant! I was wondering on whether you know of any aya and elijah fanfiction stories I can possibly read, or if you create any fanfiction of them. I love your prompts by the way, I just found your tumblr yesterday and I'm so glad! Keep the eliaya fire going!

Hi and thank you so much for all the nice words! I wish we’d gotten to see more of Aya and Elijah, but the show loves to kill off Elijah’s love interests when they aren’t white.

I’m just an RP plog and not a very active one sadly, and I wish I did know of any Aya and Elijah fanfic. If you find any, send them along!

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morallymikaelson:

If she was looking for pity it was something he could not afford her. Not when she was more free than he’d ever been. For a thousand years he was attached to his family in ways that she could never understand. None of them were able to understand. 

“What mercy?” A question that came as he swallowed back showing any more emotion than anything necessary. “I have lived and I have lost. You blindly followed the likes of Tristan for hundreds of years. I am not to blame for your choices.” 

In a way, perhaps he was. Only he was never going to admit that. Not as his hand felt as if it was shaking, dropping to his side after a moment. He just…couldn’t. As much as the hurt made him wish to and her instigating words made her seem desperate for such an act, he simply couldn’t.

Their history was long and complicated. He had loved her and felt the burn in his chest now as he stood before her. Never been as simple as she made it out to be, as anyone did. 

“It’s because of how much I do care.” 

“It wasn’t like that at first,” she said quietly, dark eyes dropping, fixed on the gun no long trained on her. “He wasn’t like that at first. But at least he stayed. He kept building us and maybe... maybe it wasn’t the dream we shared, you and I. But it was all I had. You left.”

It wasn’t about pity. She didn’t need his pity. She wasn’t sure what she needed. She’d been completely convinced that all she wanted now was for him to kill her. To end this. That it wouldn’t be so awful if it was Elijah who freed her.

It’s because of how much I do care.

How could he say that to her? How could he still do this, still shift her entire world?

Her hand was shaking but she reached out to grab his hand and the gun, to pull him closer as she pressed the barrel to the mark cut into her shoulder. She was a dead woman. And now she was alone. There was no one. The Strix had scattered and perhaps she could bring them together again but... no.

“Elijah,” The name was less than a breath. She raised her head to look at him. And for just a moment, just second, she saw the man she’d known. Loved. Been completely devoted to. And her expression broke further before she could drop her head once more.

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Reblog if you're an indie TVD/TO RP account.

We are creating a masterlist for every TVD/TO roleplayer.

The list is here. 

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Cuddles & Platonic Touch Meme

send a cuddles + a symbol or send touch plus a number

❋ Cuddling in bed.

✯ Cuddling on the couch.

☮ Your muse using my muse’s chest as a pillow.

☓ Resting against each other back to back.

✪ Cuddling on a recliner.

ø Tangling legs.

✒ Tangling legs while resting at opposite ends of the couch.

♪ Cuddling together for warmth.

✧ First time cuddling together.

ღ Your muse using my muse’s upper back as a pillow.

♮ Your muse using my muse’s lower back as a pillow.

❣ Your muse using my muse’s butt as a pillow.

♯ Our muses wake up in each others arms after accidentally falling asleep.

☺ Your muse uses my muse’s tummy as a pillow.

ッ  Your muses uses my muse’s lap as a pillow.

♡ Our muses rub their cheeks together.

♋ Your muse is the big spoon.

‡ Your muse is the little spoon.

✌ Our muses start to playfully wrestle and it devolves into cuddles.

❂ Your muse just had a nightmare and needs cuddles to fall asleep again.

✉ Giving neck nuzzles.

✆ Receiving neck nuzzles.

♭ Pillow fort cuddles.

✂ Eskimo kisses.

♬ Cuddles and kisses combo pack. 

Shoulder Clasp

Across the Shoulder hug

Hair Ruffle

Gentle headlock

Full body lean

Feet in lap

Head in lap

Hair petting

Ambush hug

Not so ambush hug

Pulling mine into their lap

Cheek kiss

Forehead kiss

Brushing hair out of mine’s face

Fixing shirt collar

Fixing shirt cuffs

Fixing a clothing tag

Tying shoes

Taking off shoes

Carrying while half asleep

Hand holding

Leaning their head on mine’s shoulder tiredly

Absently tracing patterns on the nearest exposed skin

Pushing glasses into place

Offering their drink

Offering their snack

Kissing the back of mine’s hand

Looping their arm around mine’s waist and leaning against mine’s back

Crawling into bed with

Using shoulder as a pillow

Pulling mine’s arm around their shoulder

Hair brushing

Brushing lint off of

Giving a foot massage

Giving a back massage

Giving a scalp massage

Rubbing circles on mine’s back

Sharing a secret smile

Booping the nose

Touching noses together

Resting foreheads together

Resting cheeks together

Sharing a blanket

Taking over mine’s seat while they’re in it

Poking with fingers/toes

Painting mine’s nails

Putting jewelry on mine

Doing mine’s hair

Pinkie promise

High five

Fist bump

Secret handshake

Hipcheck

Pulling mine into a dance

Initiate a tickle fight

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morallymikaelson:

Nothing was at it should have been. 

From the prophecy, to the Strix, to Aya standing before him. Tristan had always been trouble from the moment he met, and yet, there was a strong connection to him that he could never deny. As strong as the connection he held towards Aya, in which he could control even less. A woman that made her mark on him and he’d never been able to let go as much as he desired to. Not truly. 

He was exceptional at cutting off ties with someone even when the feeling in his heart told him to do something else entirely. Had done it with Tristan, done with it Aya, done it with Katerina, and even managed to let go of Hayley when she chose to marry Jackson. 

Only as Aya stood before him with that look in his eye anything more permanent didn’t seem as easy. With the gun in his hand he felt so absolutely foreign to the man he stood there as. Celeste flooded through his memories. He couldn’t even describe how he felt, swallowing, nothing steady about him.

He couldn’t do it. For all of the words and threats that slipped from his mouth…he simply couldn’t do it. 

“You want to die.” A statement, one that was spoken with all of his usual arrogance, an attempt to keep some control on the situation that felt as if it was spiraling out of his control. “I won’t do it. I am not here to aid in your suicide mission.” 

Her breath left her, a shuddering sigh falling from lips that trembled. A tear slipped free, fell quickly her sharp cheekbone and she stepped closer to him. It was not an attack and it was not aggressive. It was steady. Until she was close enough to look up into his eyes.

“Why?” she asked, voice shaking. “Why can’t you free me? You’ve been free of me, you have lived, you have loved. You have forgotten and moved past me but I have never in all these hundreds of years been afforded that mercy.”

How could he continue to hurt her? How could he not give her this? Give her death. Free her.  He must want to. She’d been a threat to his precious family, the only thing he truly loved. And oh, oh, what a painful lesson that had been. That all of her love and devotion meant nothing in the end. That this thing they had begun, had wanted to build, meant... nothing.

“Look at me,” she breathed out. “Am I not even worth this? A moment. A single shot. Elijah.”

She hated him. She hated him but she had never stopped loving him either. And there was nothing left. No walls to protect her heart. There was only this. Him. And the connection she could never break.

“I’m marked for death, either way,” she said, not looking away from him. “Do you care so little for at least the memory of what we were?”

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s3 rewatch + 3.10 - A Ghost Along The Mississippi

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"End it, Elijah! Or I’ll take that gun and kill you just to finally be free of you!”

It had never been laid so plainly between them. She had never let herself be this vulnerable. Not since before he left them, abandoned all that they had made and built and created together, for the promise of always and forever. Out of fear that his own father.

She’d caged her heart, built walls too high for any to breach. She’d become an unstoppable force, something to be feared and never questioned. She had led the Strix, with Tristan at their head, and she had kept them going. Maybe they were no longer what she and Elijah had dreamed they would be…

… but they still were.

And until they’d come here, until she’d had to see him time and again, she had been content with that. But now. There was nothing left to hold back now. The Strix coven was decimated, Tristan was gone, and Elijah stood before her branding her a traitor when he was the worst of them all.

And all while the mark on her chest burned like a brand.

No matter how this ended she would never be safe. She would die, one way or another, and as it was she would rather it be her sire and her lover, and the man who had rejected all over her love and devotion.

She had hurt him, coming after his family, but did he not owe her the decency of this end? Could he not, even in her death, avoid completely abandoning her?

"Do it,“ she begged, and cursed the bitter tears in her eyes and the pain in her voice.

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she was a queen with neither crown nor kingdom, the most powerful piece on the board with no moves left to make, so she overturned the table.

l.s. | CHRYSALIS © 2016 (via these-sacred-walls)

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general au canon for this blog will be some kind of magical item Aya wears and/or keeps close that was spelled by the Strix’s witches and allowed her to survive Hayley’s attack.

For more info about Aya please read her about page or musings. We’re open to plotting or you can just throw a meme at us.

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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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“You speak as though being a nine hundred year old vampire is not in and and of itself something to boast. And while the Strix may be suffering a setback now, we were hardly all here in New Orleans.”

Bravado, all of it. But not a lie. There were more of them, spread out across the world. The Strix has truly grown under her and Tristan. The mark on her chest burned. She would be hunted. And the only comfort to be had was that her sources had told her weeks ago that Rayna was alive and free and chasing a certain Salvatore brother. She might have been waylaid here for the sake of a large number of kills, but if it was personal with that boy, Aya had time. Perhaps.

Her lips curled up in a near snarl. “Rayna Cruz means little to me,” she said.

“Well that all depends on what I seek to gain from this mess. Is their really anything to give at this point?” She asked her. It was true, the woman had lost everything. The strix all seemed to be disappearing or running away, Tristan was gone, and Elijah could not even kill her when it was all she wanted. 

“You have nothing and I wonder if you want to live anymore. Is this really a life you want to lead? Miserable and now on the run from Rayna Cruz.”