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{sorry for being completely MIA the last bit. Been struggling with the Buffyverse muse. Really leaning into more TVD and Witcher muse as well as Marvel. So... yeah.... follow my marvel blog @marvelousmayyhem}

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Tell my muse "You're not a monster" and see how they react.

Alternately: Tell them “You’re a monster” and see how they react.

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sacredslaycd​:

                            Hope dodges easily enough, basically side steps the attack and yawns dramatically, keeping her defensive position. “ That all you got? “ she snorts, “ c’mon Evie, give me something better than that, you were trained by a watcher, you’ve survived this far, you’ve got moves. Don’t hold back. “  She grins at this. “ That’s because we’re older, you’re basically a baby. “ exaggeration at it’s finest but maybe it would help rile her up. “ so again I say; language. “ 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I am practically 19 years old.” Evie snarls as she stares at the other girl, her jaw clenched tight enough she can hear her teeth gritting, before she goes for Hope’s torso. She didn’t care about winning this fight and she didn’t care about getting hurt- she cared more about how isolated both Hope and Jo made her feel. It was not her fault that she existed and it was not her fault that her mother was deadbeat- yet they treated her like it was.  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I am not a baby.” 

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sacredslaycd​:

                      Lips twitch upwards and she can’t help the words that leave her mouth, despite trying to bite her tongue. “ Don’t bank on it. “ the words come out teasingly but there’s some truth to them. If it came down to Jo or her, she’d pick Jo, every time, no matter the cost. She’d hoped Jo would warm up to her. Evie wasn’t all bad and it wasn’t her fault that their mother had abandoned her, but regardless, she understood why Jo was bitter, could only imagine the questions she’d be asking herself, wanting to know why Evie was good enough and she wasn’t.            Not that they’d talked about it, anything but- Jo wasn’t willing to approach the subject, snapping her head off if she even tried to bring it. She was more worried about her than she let on to Evie, not wanting to worry the girl further. “ We’re gonna get out of here, okay? and then we can figure all of this out. Together. “

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Wouldn’t think of it.” Evie responds to Hope’s attempt at teasing, Chewing at the inside of her cheek, the blonde slayer starts picking at a thread on her shirt, her brows furrowed. Evie wasn’t stupid and if she were in Hope or Jo’s shoes- she wouldn’t pick the new kid you barely knew over a lifelong friend and ally. It was simple math. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I hope you’re right but... I’m not going to hold my breath. I spent my first week waiting for my mom or my aunt to break down the door-” Evie turns and looks at Hope with a small, broken, smile. “Clearly, that didn’t happen.”

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dhampirslays​:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThere’s another moment of pause, one that she used to stare the blonde down, blue hues piercing through the girl’s chocolate ones ― yet another difference between the two ― in question. Hoodini ? Her mind raced two miles per hour as she tried to break it down, analyse it and maybe even understand the joke behind it. An owl made hoo sounds ― and then Houdini was a famous magician. Maybe the Hoodini was a mix of the two ? Her lips stayed pursed, a line that only seemed to grow thinner by the second. Perhaps using puns to bond over ( albeit the more humane out of the two options ) was a bad idea.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛  Right, ❜  She made, lips parting to let out a forceful, breathless chuckle. God, this was a nightmare, and this was all Hope’s fault for convincing her to try harder with Evie. Like she had any siblings ( other than Connor who was basically gone all the time ) to know. Back to more solid matters it was. ❛  So, do you know how to kill things ? ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThat went swimmingly. Evie drops her gaze to her lap and clears her throat. The blonde chews on her bottom lip as she and her sibling sat in awkward silence. She glances up as Jo speaks and scratches the back of her neck as she tries to find a proper way to answer the question. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “I mean... yes? My watcher, Giles, trained me and I think I’m okay at it... all things considered.” She taps her fingers on her legs, trying to ignore the fact that this was probably the worst attempt at sisterly bonding known to man. It wouldn’t shock Evie if the other girl was only even trying because of Hope. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Got a favourite book?” Evie turns her head, trying to change the subject. 

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IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

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Elena Gilbert Appreciation Week Day 3: Favorite Fight Scene → 4.23 ’Graduation’

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                                   But I can see us lost in the memory,

                              August slipped away into a moment in time,

                                           'Cause it was never mine.

                                And I can see us twisted in bedsheets...

                                August slipped away like a bottle of wine,

                                        'Cause you were never mine.

@oblitcm HAH I FIGURED IT OOOOUT

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dhampirslays​:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe redhead did a double take in of the blonde from head to toe. She couldn’t joke, she couldn’t take a pun… Honestly, how were they even related ? There went breaking the ice ― Apparently Evie liked the room ice-cold. ❛  Don’t laugh THAT much, you may crack a wrinkle. ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh shit. It was a joke- Jo wasn’t just being cryptic. Evie’s eyes widen and she races through her mind for something to extend like an olive branch. It had been a pun- so maybe Jo likes puns? Giles used to hate when aunt Willow made puns. Think Evie, think. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ “Uh... um- What do you call an owl who does magic tricks?” Evie pauses and looks at Jo, “Hoodini.”

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oblitcm​:

                      “ So you can run off again for another decade or two? “  he hums, with a smile of pure sarcasm. “ I don’t think so, I’m not letting you out of my sight. “ the reason for that was a different matter, he could justify it by not trusting her, another part of him knows he wants to hear the explanation as to why she just left without a word, without even a note, a part of him he refused to acknowledge, the part of him that covered the hurt with anger. 

            “ Well doesn’t that just suck? not the perfect little family you were looking for after all, but looks like you fit right in with the backstabbing tendencies. “ teeth are gritted, one hand on the stone fence of the balcony and the other by his side, finger slightly curled, pure willpower stopping him from balling it into a fist. He didn’t want her to think he cared, he hoped she thought he didn’t; she deserved that after what she did. His body is half turned towards her, though his gaze flicks from her to the open sky, drawing in a breath. 

            “ You don’t call, you don’t write. “ demeanour changes to teasing as he coaxes the story of why she left without a word out of her, stepping closer into her personal space, a hand reaching out, fingers gently brushing down her face, eyes wild a mixture of anger and desire, at war with each other. “ One minute you were there, the next boom gone. “ his hand flies into the air in dramatic gesture. “ like you were never even there. “ a pause, backing up again, though still in her personal space. “ and then you’re here of all places. Whatever games you’re playing, I will get to the bottom of it Adelaide, that’s a promise. “ that smirk is back again, the one that covers up how he truly feels. 

              “I wouldn’t—“ Adelaide turns to defend herself and stops dead at the sight of how close he was once more. She takes it as an opportunity to study him- search for changes. The most she could spot was a hair cut and... his eyes. She remembered his eyes as bright and always filled with some form of amusement or they were cold and closed off- but now, they burned. 

              “I did not mean to stab you in the back.” She sighs, wrapping her arms around herself, her gaze dropping from his face. Somehow it settled on his bowtie, studying the weave of the fabric; all to avoid looking back up and feeling herself burning from the inside out. “Truly.” 

                His fingers drifting across her cheek causes her head to tilt upwards and she holds her breath. Her mind swam with how to explain why she left- how to tell him after she’d just seen him with h e r. So, instead, she held her breath out of fear that if she blinked, breathed or spoke- he’d stop. He would disappear into a mask of disinterest and they’d dance around their past and act as if they were strangers. Adelaide Mikaelson stood as still as the marble statues around them, trying to memorize this moment. 

                Sadly, even without moving, Damon’s hand flies away as if he’d been burnt by her. He steps back and his genuine expression hurt... and something Adelaide refused to name was gone. A cocky grin was forced back onto his face and gods above, she wanted to pull him down and kiss it away. 

              “I have no games, Damon. You of all people should know that.” She turns and leans her bottom half on the fencing. Bright eyes glance up at the sky whilst she fought an internal battle against herself. 

              “I... I got a lead.” She glances at him in her peripheral, “ —the day I left. I got a lead about a woman my brothers had been hunting. I knew of her but... it told me where she was. And... her new alias.” Her foot starts tapping and she begins to back out of explaining herself. Then, she turns and looks at him and that was that. 

              “Katerina Petrova.” Adelaide turns fully to face him, her hands resting at her sides, “Or... as the lead told me, and we both knew her as, Katherine Pierce.”

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oblitcm​:

                                “ How thoughtful of you. “ the brunette quips, a brow raised but she makes no further comment, knowing better than to push her luck. No, if Niklaus was offering a very rare peace offering, she was best to take it. She’d expected a tantrum of sorts, even half expected to be kicked out, so she supposed she should take the peace that would surely be short lived. 

             Niklaus always had a motive, but then, he’d told her hadn’t he? Kind of. She wonders what kind of problems were big enough to distract him, but takes the glass offered, bringing it to her lips as she takes a small sip. “ Hmmm. “ She muses. “ A problem big enough for Niklaus Mikaelson to welcome me home? It must be big. “ she jests, prodding gently so as not to poke the sleeping wolf. 

                Niklaus doesn’t bother to respond to his sister’s quips, choosing instead to gently tap his glass against Bronwyn’s. He pulls back and sits in a chair, sipping his scotch. His upper lip curls at the slight burn but otherwise it helps him and his stress.                “Yes. Quite.” Klaus rotates his glass, studying the way the sunlight hits the glass, before letting out a deep sigh. “It appears... our mother has returned. With a personal vendetta against myself and the rest of her children; though I know I should not be at all shocked by this, seeing as she is our mother.” His eyes move back up to look at his youngest sister. 

              “That... and you are an aunt.” He clears his throat before he tilts the glass back to his lips.

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sacredslaycd​:

                         There’s a long silence as the girl contemplates how to respond, she doesn’t want to lie to the girl but she doesn’t want to leave her with no hope either. Eventually, she lets out a sigh, opting for as close to the truth as possible. “ Maybe not right now. “ she amends, agreeing with the younger girl as she directs a gentle smile in her direction. “ I’ve known Jo- almost my entire life. “ at-least a good decade of it, the better part of her life had Jo in it, it wasn’t an big stretch. “ So I know her pretty damn well, and she knows me, I think we know each other better than we know ourselves sometimes. “

            Head shakes, snapping herself out of her thoughts.  “ What I mean to say is that I know Jo can be difficult, believe it or not when we first met, I hated her, wanted nothing to do with her but she was insufferable and wouldn’t quit until she got what she wanted. “ lips turn upwards fondly as she recalls the memory. “ She comes around eventually, she always does, just give it time, and until then, you have me. “ she grins a little. “ she’s pretty scary yano, when she’s mad. Sometimes she even scares /me/ “

                Evie listens to Hope and the corner of her lips quirk up before she smothers it. Instead she stares at the tray of food in front her, her fingers picking at the spoon. It was only when Hope mentions Jo scaring ever her that Evie tunes back in fully. Her gaze moves to the other slayer and she tilts her head to the side. 

              “She’s... intense.” The best response Evie can give at the moment as her mind went through the many ways she could try and settle things with Jo. Sadly, all of her mother and her aunt Dawn’s sister squabbles and solutions weren’t applicable in this situation. Jo barely knew Evie and didn’t seem to want to. It also wasn’t like when Evie argued with her family where she’d bake them a treat and everything would be smoothed over. Evie, first off, did not have any way to bake and secondly, there was not enough pie or pastries in the world to smooth over being abandoned by your mother. 

              “I’m glad to have you.” Evie buries her worries and looks at Hope with a, somewhat, forced smile but hey- it was better than the haunted grim look that had been plastered on her face since she arrived. “You’re... not likely to kill me which is a bonus, I guess.”

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sacredslaycd​:

                             Lips twitch upwards, a hint of amusement shining in hazel hues. Head tilts before dipping in acknowledgement, good, this would be more interesting if she had some kind of experience because as much as she does want to teach her to fight, another part of her would be happy to kick her ass and it would feel much fairer if she could hold her own. 

             She steps backwards into an defensive position, the twitch of her lips turning into a grin, one that promises mischief. “ Language. “ she chides playfully before her voice takes on an even further teasing note. “ So show me what you’ve got, unless you’re scared. “ was she bating her? Maybe, maybe just a little bit. 

                      Evie takes a step forwards and swings her fist towards the other woman, praying that Hope would try to block. She knew how to fight but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Especially not now. Being in the arena had taken all of the joy out of hunting, fighting and even just... existing. Maybe that was why she’d agreed- why she swung.                  Evie was hoping Hope would do her a favour. Even if it is just knocking her out cold for a few days. Would keep her out of another fight. 

              “Don’t... you use language on me. I’ve heard you and fucking Jo.”

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@dhampirslays​ chimed in: “ What do you call a bee that can’t make up its mind? A maybe. “

               The youngest Summers stares at her half-sister before raising a brow. “A-huh.... right. Thanks for the info, Jo.”

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❛     𝑌𝑜𝑢  𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑙  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝑠𝑎𝑦  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠  𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ  𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔  ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠  𝑎𝑛𝑑  𝑎  𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ  𝑜𝑓  𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙,  𝑏𝑢𝑡  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑  𝑖𝑛  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ  𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑠  𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒  ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦  𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒  𝑎𝑠  𝑖𝑡  𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑠  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒  𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛,

                      𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆                                                𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒅.     ❜

               𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 oc, 𝐸𝑠𝑡 2013.                                                       𝑆𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 & 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝐶𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦. 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑑.                                        𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝐷𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 & 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑠ℎ.                                                                    𝐴𝑆 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑌 𝐽𝐸𝑆𝑆.

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HOW ARE YOU RUINED?

ruined by fury

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.

tagged by: @dhampirslays

tagging: @sacredslaycd, @perditalumos, @herohaircut, @oblitcm && @wickedlehane (as well as anyone else who wants to)