#* godhood is just like girlhood; a begging to be believed in 「ic」

[disulta]

@hcpemikaelscn x

Hope’s hand stops just above the doorknob.      ❝ Lizzie … ❞       the name falls off her lips sounding like a prayer at this point.  Hope turns on her heels to look at the other when they mention being unable to sleep.       ❝ I -  ❞       this is the moment where Hope could just walk away.  Could go lay in her bed until the night turns into early morning but she can’t.

❝ Have you ever been to a drive in diner at around midnight ? ❞ It is an idea that pops into her head the longer that she stares at the blonde unable to find words to tell the other to just go to bed.  They had a long day of dealing with the quarter’s unrest and problems that always seem to pop up.  Lizzie had to be well rested as Hope doesn’t want to deal with the version of the blonde that has not had seven hours of sleep.      ❝ Grab your shoes. We are going on a drive. ❞       Hope doesn’t waste another second as she allows the door to open.  There was no need for fancy clothes or even for her to put on shoes that weren’t black black slippers.  Just her keys and a blonde that makes her heart go pitter patter. 

WITH HOW MUCH HER LIFE HAS BEEN SPENT STIFLED WITHIN THE BOUNDARIES OF MYSTIC FALLS, SHE CAN’T SAY THAT SHE HAS. Sure, they’d had their occassional spring break trip when they had the chance but there would always be some emergency or other dragging their dad back to the school. Their last attempt had been interrupted by the infamous fire, which the responsibility she now knows rests solely on Josie’s shoulders, and their mom’s been on ‘recruitment trips’ ever since.

“Not much of a normal night life in Mystic Falls.” As much as Lizzie postured and controlled, she was still the headmaster’s daughter. the ocassional party at the Old Mill might be acceptable but there was still a standard to uphold, an image to maintain in the eyes of her fellow students and the townies of Mystic Falls. (Not that it had ever done anything for her in the end - even fake dead, they couldn’t even be bothered to mourn her. She wonders what they’d think of her now?)

“Wait, seriously?” Still, she follows onwards, barely pausing to shove her feet into the closest pair of shoes, not letting herself agoniseover their suitability to her current outfit, a small bit of magic reaching out and summoning her jacket in one hand, the other instinctively reaching out for the tribrid’s.

“You’ll have to show me round the city properly, some time.” Beyond the briefest of memories when she was little, Lizzie hasn’t had the pleasure of exploring the home of the one and only tribrid. She wants to walk the streets, see the sights, hear the music, to know the city that molded the girl before her. (From the brief glimpes she had on their way in, she wonders why Hope ever left.)

[princesslancer]

ooc — god released me into the wild & now he’s hunting me for sport !

ooc crack — i say cursed shit and i’m going to make that everybody else’s problem !

ooc dash comm — this is a weird hill you’ve chosen to die on‚ but at least you’re dead .  

inbox — marching commands .

promos — if life were a gacha‚ you’d be a 5 star that came home on the first pull .

self promo — when will the government stop your sinful hands ?

scout stuff — have you ever been pocketed by‚ like‚ a god before ?

audio — hymn for the lost .

ic — luceo non uro / i shine‚ not burn .

ic crack — intsys said the askr trio has no rights !

ic dash comm — support scene start !

abt / aes / isms / study / intro — girlhood is like godhood‚ a begging to be believed .

calls  — there’s hope‚ there’s a silver lining / show me my silver lining .

wardrobe — armor .

visage — princess of askr .

headcanon & meta — imagine you are in a field of daisies . what are you doing in a field of daisies ? get up !

ships — there should be just one safe place in the world‚ i mean this world. people get hurt here .

answered — offering .

[sabhyr]

tag dump !!

[disulta]

@fallsheavy

Another day with another obstacle to overcome.  The headmaster of a private college and father of two amazing girls.  It was a lot of work to handle them but it was the job that he had taken on the day that Jo had told him that she was pregnant.  His daughter walks into his office as he nurses his first glass of bourbon of the day. A list of things to do on a notepad from Caroline    (  what the hell is find a new chair for Mrs. Brown? Why is he in charge of this? )  ❝Lizzie, can this - ❞wait.   Nope.  It can’t and that is okay because the words out of her mouth aren’t a problem but a cause for celebration.

❝You are gonna have to show me those TRICKS today ❞

Alaric has been molding young minds  ( his daughters & hope )  into hunters since the Malivore problem arose a year ago. Better safe than sorry.  Alaric would rather the girls know how to throw a punch than have to bury a body. Was he a good person? No. Was he a great father? No.       ❝ We still on for training at six pm? ❞  

CONTROL HAS ALWAYS FELT JUST OUT OF REACH FOR LIZZIE. She’s spent years watching other witches manage effortlessly, while she tries to wrest control over her own magic/mind/SELF with the desperation of someone trying to control a hurricane, to slow the path of destruction just enough.

(’Your magic gets you into these states, Elizabeth’)

But she’s not the same scared little high school kid anymore, hiding her fears behind images of popularity, like being pretty enough will make people keep their distance, will stop them getting HURT. She��s put the work in, managed to finally come to that elusive balance in her head, pushed the boulder up the hill enough to grant her mind and body some reprieve.

“Very funny, dad. All my tricks, I learned from you.” All those breathing exercises and sparring sessions have finally paid off. Sure, she won’t be taking on an Original anytime soon, but Lizzie’s confident in her ability to kick the ass of anyone else who comes her way. (After years of BEGGING their dad to train them, to throw his gaze on his daughters for once, instead of throwing himself so fully into making the world safe that he forgot they exist.)

“Duh. You promised to show me that new throw, remember?” As long as he doesn’t throw out his back again and send his daughters on a super stressful trip to the emergency room so Aunt Elena can laugh at him. AGAIN.

[disulta]

@sacredslaycd asked - You gave me your word but that didn't matter

SHE CAN’T FAULT HOPE’S FEELINGS OF BETRAYAL. The school was built with a promise of safety for all of it’s students, one that she had dutifully repeated for each and every tour and open day, that she’s only coming to terms with being a lie. Safety isn’t cages and prison worlds, never being tought how to protect themselves with their powers. (Putting students on pedestals and demanding their self-sacrifice.)

"I'm sorry, I thought-" That her dad had their best interests at heart? If that were true, he would've been more honest with them about the Merge and what it meant, taught them actual control, or actually been there for his daughters instead of playing pretend father to hope mikaelson.

"It was supposed to be safe."

[disulta]

tag drop!

* hey there demons! it’s me; ya boi「ooc」

* who the fuck sends owls 「memes」

* this is my semester of yes 「starter call」

* i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best 「isms」

* godhood is just like girlhood; a begging to be believed in 「ic」

* i look nothing like my mother; i look everything like my mother 「mirror」

* you can't always control the things you do when you're feeling too much 「study」

* i'm still a work in progress「hc」