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Because not all monsters were monsters in the beginning. Some are monsters born of sorrow.

Fredrik Backman

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My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry

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WAIT ONE GODDAMN SECOND; does agent ward come back in season 4 cause... i thought he died after the whole alien world - then his ‘body’ comes back. ??????

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MOKA : 

      there’s a tenderness that blooms,   swirls in this moment and basks in it’s gentle affections.   this is love,   in the most platonic sense—   a loyalty deep and a concern even deeper,   burning itself into her skin and laying there,   yet another branding of a wicked boy she’s loved and has yet to be lost.   eventually,   he will.   deep down,   she knows.   eventually,   she always loses them—   their one thing stronger than their loyalty to her being their craving for blood and destruction.     tragic,   in it’s own way.  ‘  i’m not saying it’s easy.   it takes time, ‘    hand tip toes down his arm,  holding his hand with the same ginger adoration.  ‘ i can help you control it.  you just have to trust me. ‘   an idea,  suddenly.   ‘  here,  how about this—- you can stay with me.   just for a little while.   i’ll help you control it—-  you can feed when i do.   i’ll take care of you. ‘   a silly idea,  probably,   but an idea all the same.   perhaps it was just an excuse to have someone else around.   it’s gotten awfully lonely,   a big estate with just herself. 

   LIFE ITSELF HAS NOT BEEN EASY, since his childhood all those centuries ago.  It had lost the battle of simplicity when parents chose immortality for their children - when they choose bloodshed & death for all. He'd been gifted the life of watching everyone you could love die, while you lived on, on, on.      & yet, here she stood, gloriously attempting help - a savior, a monster like him but more human than he could ever hope to hold. Let her, he thinks, let her believe in me for a single week if that's all I'm allowed. For the most minor of beliefs take him back to a lover - a beautiful girl with the sprit of fire. She had believed in him ( she also lost her life at his hands ) but Kol's history is one written in magic & complications. "That's a terrible idea, love... Letting a man like me into your home." He's not trying to shake the idea, in fact, he'll consider it deeply. Staying with her meant freedom of his family. Perhaps that would help. "No more than a weeks time, if I show improvement we can discuss it further but if I fail  in seven days, throw me out."                                           Or rip his bloody heart out. 

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@loophcle - Plotted 

    KOL MIKAELSON misses magic ( among several other things ) there is an absence which comes from the lacking thrill, from beating of one's heart when energy builds inside you. He had never been able to poetically describe the surge but he tired far been his capable reach, each time feeling as though he fed it a great injustice.      "Each spell has an energy, sort of its own life force & unless you learn to tap into, failure with take place" He found a sort of relief in teaching Hope, showing her & instructing her on all he knew about magic - all he learned over decades. "For example, if you wanted to influence the weather, cause rain & wind. You'd have to bury yourself in the earth feel the twist of its vines - its needs"  A long build with each word, a memory coming forth of a younger - a more human self.      His gaze, heavy & pressing will shift from the opening in front - transfer over the trees & grass, till                     they've landed upon his niece. "well, go ahead and try." 

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RP starters: Heated argument.

content warning: death baiting.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Leave. Leave right now.”

“What more do you want?!”

“I really wish you were never born.”

“I hate you!”

“Can you just fuck off already?”

“Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”

“All you do is whine.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.”

“How did that feel?”

“Oh my god, I don’t care!”

“No wonder nobody likes you.”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“That hurt you son of a bitch…”

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“Leave me alone!”

“I can break your nose if I want to.”

“Are you going to cry now?”

“I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.”

“You’re so pathetic!”

“I won’t forget this.”

“I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking!”

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?!”

“I have a right to be angry.”

“This would have never happened if you wouldn’t exist.”

“Get out of my life!”

“You’re nothing! Did you hear me?! Nothing!”

“You ruined everything.”

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i loved you so much and i couldn’t save you. do you know what that’s like, when your hands aren’t stable enough to hold something so important. to watch your own reflection drop everything precious in this world into the fire. do you know what it’s like to burn alongside, whispering, please, i tried, i swear to god that i tried

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#ME AF

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HOPE:

“How ‘bout apologizing for sneaking up on me and scaring the crap out of me?” Hope grimaced at the idea of her mother finding her with the grimoire. “And where’s the fun in me telling you what I want with it?”  

"The fun? it comes with me not telling your mother you have it, love." A shrug comes, Kol's form leaning against the couch while his eyes do a quick study over the magic iteme. -- "Secondly, it belongs to me & since i know the magic it bares inside, let me ask you... What in the bloody hell have you done?" 

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KOL is being terribly angsty & i ask for, forgiveness to those who interacted with him. idk what the fuck crawled up his ass but it may have stemmed from the fact that i was watching old episodes of the TO  & Kol was spiraling out of control & none of the Mikaelsons paid attention to him ( only Davina bless her heart ) & basically just ?? dudes you deal with Klaus’ shit all the time - yet ignore Kol???? no wonder he’s fucking wild. 

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if you start a ship with me i go from 0 to SIGN ME THE FUCK UP in no time flat.

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 DAVINA: 

Well, his mood couldn’t possibly get any worse. ‘’I’m just WORRIED, alright? you haven’t been yourself lately.’’ and she had no idea how to even fix that. Things weren’t the same ever after she came back, he still seemed to have trouble,  control wasn’t his strong suit obviously. ‘’Would you at least mind to TRY?’’ It felt as if they were drifting apart and there was nothing she could do about it. Not for her lack of trying really, but he was here and seemed absent anyway. He just.. wasn’t the same as she remembers, hell - perhaps both of them weren’t. A lot of shitty stuff has happened to them. But they’re alive, that’s what counts.

     -Hadn't he been acting like himself? Perhaps the self she never fully had the 'pleasure' of witnessing. Cruel, brutal & uncaring. A man strong out on ego & hunger. It was all the things TRYING to rise inside him & she could not see the war raging on inside him. "I don't mind trying, love." He'll rise from his spot on the leather couch, spellbooks & letters cast carelessly across it.       "I'll be back to my good'ol self in no time." Such hopefulness was childish, He shan't wish for a better version of himself - he was created to be this way & this way he would live for the rest of his days. "Just a bad day." He tells, arms coming to lightly embrace her, careful as to not b r e a k her like he's broken so much before. 

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HAYLEY: 

                                              “I like to think there’s more to it  than that, but sure.”

  Hayley watches him as she wipes her hand on the side of her pants, yet another pair ruined with bloodstains that most likely won’t come out. Then again at least her clothes were still in once piece, which with all the shifting lately seemed to be quite the problem. She angled her head to the side attempting to make sense of his words as she walked slowly back toward the truck.    “What exactly is it that she’s looking for that you don’t want to find?” The hybrid knows what Rebekah has always wanted - Peace, love – someone to share her life with. But after five years sleeping locked away in some dreamland. She has to imagine that’s impacted what the original wants, at least slightly.

                  "Possibly more. Never really do know with that man." 

A shrug of his shoulders, bloody fingers coming to travel over his lips one by one till they've been cleaned. This tease of crimson is far from being enough to stifle a constant hunger, the taste latches itself onto his buds, twist his gut with a push. Hold it down, is a reminded played many times a day ( & yet it seemed to be failing )  Upon her question, He'll shift a heavy gaze in her direction but it holds little attention, avoid filling them as he ponders an answer. What did he not want to find? Love evaded him & peace was simply a childish hope, yet, it was the very things he'd been given a glimpse at with Davina & the very thing that left a longing pit inside him, located just out of his reach. It's lucid now that Kol holds no real response for her, anything other than a lie would indicate something ( a truth ) he doesn't want to be told. 

                --- " What’s your next stop on this little adventure of hunting vampires,                           ripping hearts & poorly gathering information?” 

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A semi - multi - para starter call: while i do drafts. 

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you haven’t aged a day…

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                                        spilling B L O O D 

                                          ————– runs in the family