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"I HONESTLY CANNOT," Odger admitted with a shrug, "tell you if that sounds like a compliment or not. What's the context?" but even then, he doubted it mattered. This world seemed to lack context the longer he existed in it again.

" someone just said i looked like a DILF . . . any idea what that even means? "

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

CONTROL by HALSEY (The house was awake with shadows and monsters. The hallways they echoed and groaned.), DEAD MAN by DAVID KUSHNER (I'm a dead man in this war but baby I've been here before), ACHILLIES, COME DOWN by GANG OF YOUTHS (Redemption lies plainly in truth,), TWO BIRDS ON A WIRE by REGINA SPEKTOR (one tries to fly away and the other watches him close from that wire. He says he wants to as well but he is a liar,), LOST by LINKIN PARK (I'm lost in these memories, living behind my own illusion. Lost all my dignity, living inside my own confusion.),

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐓. 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

FUCK THIS SHIT I'M OUT by SOME DUDE ON VINE (just listen to it here it fits for any Mikaelson) ft. there's too many mikaelsons to tag fuck yall YOU ARE MY MOM by SOME OTHER VINE REMAKE (here you go Heather just listen) @originalcursed

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HE TURNED TO LOOK AT HER FULLY. She reminded him of someone but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. The woman wasn't an Ancient Sister, that much he knew, so what else could it be? "Interessant. Google wasn't much help to me," he admitted with something of an accent. The last place he remembered being was a place that predated Boston on a map. No coven there. Perhaps they'd been wiped out? Perhaps they were out there somewhere else and his magic was all kinds of backwards and circular. "I prefer someone who knows their way around a weapon but I suppose these days, there's not much need for them, am I right?"

Rebekah had decided to be more present in the bar as of recent, getting used to the staff and the patrons that came regularly. Which made it very easy to spot someone new and out of the ordinary in an establishment like this. Her eyes landed on him, his features very familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on why they were just so familiar. Her eyes fixated on him as she approached the bar watching, he seemed to be reading. And well this wasn't quite the place to be reading a book was it? lots of amazing half naked women dancing no man should be sat with their head in a book. ''You'd be wrong- it very much is the strangest thing i've seen in this club. None of the girls catching your eyes?''

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"I REALIZE IT'S A CUSTOM THESE DAYS," for a man to help a woman seemingly in distress from a guy who'd decided it would be a smart idea to attack her from behind, only to learn it was indeed not a good idea, "but you handled yourself so well I can't help but admire you. You must be a goddess."

@wildmalia

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Adrian Öjvindsson as Ludvig Johansson [Eagles SVT S4 Trailer]

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THE IRONY WAS THAT HE'D HEARD OF THE MIKAELSONS. They were discussed occasionally in the coven of Ancient Sisters -- mostly as threats, but he'd never actually seen one in person (that he knew of, anyway). Witches and vampires didn't get along with each other for a reason... try as a vampire might, there just never seemed to be enough to give to one. The club stood out in a town like this and when he'd heard two of the Mikaelsons owned it, it seemed to make sense to him. He sat there at the bar, eyes occasionally reading from the book in front of him and glancing at a potential issue he saw or felt, until his eyes met a figure he'd definitely never met before. "Don't tell me this is the weirdest thing you've ever seen in a club like this."

@originalblondebxtch

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THREE HUNDRED YEARS IN DEATH meant that he had much to catch up on. Having someone witness him use a spell to absorb knowledge written in pages long ago, well... a downside, surely. "What are cowboy hats if not fedoras of the west?" he wondered, curious as to why no one seemed to actually be wearing a cowboy hat or a fedora.

FOR: one of Pix's muses.

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TECHNOLOGY WAS AMAZING TO A GUY who died when witches were being hunted to near extinction. Three hundred years ago, he would've called the other a witch even as one himself. "Horton hears a who cares, this dog can drive!" he exclaimed, eyes glued on the video they'd shown him.

FOR: one of Leona's muses.

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HE'D WITNESSED HISTORY HIMSELF, passing by and always changing, but after three hundred years... Death only caused his head to hurt as the world caught up with him. "Are you trying to tell me mayonnaise is food lube to make the food go down the food tube?"

FOR: whatever muse of King's that'll hate him less.

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IT SEEMED EMBEDED IN HIS VERY EXISTENCE to look at the world from a distance; to watch, to wait, to prepare for the absolute worst. The Ancient Sisters helped him just as much as they broke him in a way. To look at the faces he walked past, eyes moving to and from the map he'd used the spell against, and not care for what would to fall upon them when his mother decided enough was enough... oh, they'd be doomed. Yet still, he couldn't fathom why his mother and the Ancient Sisters would pick such a shit place to reside. It was not even anywhere nor the home they'd lived for hundreds if not centuries. Whatever, he'd make do. If anyone could bring him back, it would be his mother, Hilda. The blood droplet was nearing her now, just a hundred feet and closing... and as he neared the dot on the map, he looked up to blonde hair he remembered. "Móðir Hilda," he greeted her quietly. But as the woman turned, he realized he was wrong. The spell was wrong. "You aren't my mother, Helvete."

@originalcursed

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FULL NAME: Odger

AGE: 24 physically, 900+ in reality.

SPECIES: Witch.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual.

FAMILY: Freya (mother), Matthias (father), The Mikaelsons (aunt/uncles), Hilda (adopted mother), the Ancient Sisters (coven that helped raise him).

OCCUPATION: Currently trying to figure out how to live again, formerly a witch who died around three hundred years ago.

BACKGROUND

Freya met and fell in love with a human man named Matthias, resulting in her getting pregnant with Odger. Going on the run, Dahlia killed Matthias leaving Freya heart broken and out of ideas. She believes she ended up losing her baby in the same night but while she was out cold, Dahlia used a special spell that placed the baby in another woman in the Ancient Sisters coven. Raised in the coven, he was seen as nothing but a powerful witch tasked with protecting the sisters from harm. He was eventually given a spell to slow his aging (because Dahlia wanted to come back for him eventually, and once did) but ended up spending over six hundred years protecting the Ancient Sisters under the assumed identity of Hilda's son. A few months ago, he returned from death and traveled, only to find himself entering Beacon Hills, not knowing that the woman he met all those years ago is his true mother and that he had family still alive.