#tribridprincxss >> hope

[sistersxlvxtore]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝑎𝑠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

[redemptivexheroics]

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“Wouldn’t every day be Halloween, I mean we attend a supernatural version of Hogwarts except instead of witches and wizards, we got witches, vampires, werewolves and whatever Wade is”  Landon said as he grabbed what Hope asked for. “But hey, I love Halloween can’t wait to see everything” 

[otherwoofsarch]

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        “Remind me to never get you to BABYSIT Savannah.” Paige can’t help the joke as she looks at the younger witch with a shake of her head. “I don’t think the world would be able to take the combined chaos of that.”

[thewonderingsorceress]

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~ ‘Til the End of the Line ~

[kennheir-a]

@tribridprincxss replied to your post: oh yeah, they’re DEFINITELY related

Look, this is still one of my favorite posts <33

it’s just proof that i picked babey’s fc Really Well

[meda-the-brave-a]

" this is all my fault. "

Meda was shaking her head before the words were even entirely out of her friend’s mouth. “Hope, no, look at me,” she insisted. “Look at me.” She took the other girl by the shoulders and forced her to look her in the eye. “None of this is your fault, do you understand me? You can’t stop every monster from hurting people. You can’t slay every dragon. You did everything you possibly could. Sometimes it’s just not enough,” she finished sadly. 

[tribridkissed]

tribridprincxss >>>>>> tribridkissed. I wanna be on Hope again, but I’m going to keep her on low activity for a moment. Probably queue a lot of threads when she’s up and running. I miss my baby, and she’s a lot of my blood, sweat and tears put into her. However, I’ll admit I’m not a huge fan of this season, and my muse for Hope has been very low. Bloom has taken up most of my heart and soul right now. So, I’m revamping a little around here and trying to keep my baby girl alive. <33

[irxnsister]

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WELCOME! I mostly go by Pyro in the RP world. (She/Her) & I’m 34.

This blog is an Indie, Semi-Selective Roleplay Blog, for the Mutant OC Younger Sister of Tony Stark in the Marvel/Avengers Universe. She is Comic & MCU based, and I have so many headcanons and the like for her, as she was established way back in 2008. She is one of two main muses I have, not to mention my multi, so I try to be here a lot, but I am slow because as previously stated, I am 34. I’m also a Preschool Teacher, so I have a full time job, and RP is only my hobby, it’s definitely not my jobby.

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“How could you have this book?!” Carmela yelled at the headmaster, unknown to her, she left the door open to Alaric’s office just a crack. “Klaus Mikaelson: The Great Evil. That’s the most pretentious book title I’ve ever heard, how long has this book been here?” She found the book and many others in the library about Klaus and his family, the horrible things they’ve done. She was livid, absolutely beyond reason. This is the reason she stormed into his office to yell at her boss about her family.

“This whole time?! Do you have any idea the impression that this has left on Hope? She already has everyone whispering rumors about her and her family, but you have books, published works about the atrocities that her father has committed! I am beyond livid, Alaric!”

[multistoty]

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The sweat still weighed heavy on Elijah’s brow. This pain was rightfully so in that he had hurt his family. The nobility masked by a hundred bodies affecting the ones he loved was lost when Hayley was. Niklaus biting him after their journey through Hope’s magical imprisonment was deserved. There wasn’t a pain like this in a thousand years. To see his beaten down brother grow into a king. The tyrant who loved with threats gone. So many things had gone wrong fighting the hollow. His niece now having the whispers that plagued him when playing piano. The little baby who chewed on his suit buttons. Who he loved more than anything. A fifteen year old woman with all the spirit and joy of her parents. A strength to love and perceiver lied within Hope. A true Mikealson. “I should be worried over you,” he sighed. The nagging bug of his mother had the state of dishevelment hard to take. To truly meet his niece as wide eyed girl with grand ambitions. Moments lost of the new mikealson family. The years had not stopped him from fondness. It hurt way worse to see so much of his hybrid love in her. The saving grace of that pairing. The auburn haired girl would smile like Rebekah and glare like her father. Perfection. “Originals can get bites without dying. Though I may have hallucinations. It’s what I deserve and worse. You are truly a remarkable young soul to still care. Your mother always had the gift of love. But I don’t deserve your forgiviness or worry. Besides even as a coward, I know what those whispers are like. I will suffer through and try to find a way to help. To heal you. I remember holding you. Helping your worries of nightmares as a little girl. You don’t deserve what we have put you through or what’s inside of you. A warriors heart beats in that chest. You don’t need to fight for me or worry- I- I will figure out someway. Niklaus will too.”

[tofeelthecold]

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@tribridprincxss​ said: “ i only have two real friends. ”

“Hope,” Alex said as he moved toward her. “Come here.” He opened his arms to her because he wanted to hug her. “Did...did someone say or do something?” He was the first and last person that would deal with it and he didn’t care what Ric said, he wasn’t going to spend time being lectured by a man who didn’t seem to notice or care when other’s were hurting that weren’t just his daughters. “Tell me what I can do because you’re my friend and if other’s don’t want to be friends then it’s their loss. You’re an amazing person, one of the best people I know.”

[lordofthestrix]

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Tristan's musings dwelled veiled corners of nostalgia and bittersweet remembrance. Observing the legacy of the Mikaelson family and his improbable companion in this exchange with illegible attention. Once she finished her tale, silence reigned for a brief interlude. Only then he corresponded her.

“As leader of my organization I permitted numerous mortals to acquire their fangs. A portion of the more traditional members of the Strix used to ask for my blessing and advice before intertwining someone's soul with forevermore. Even those who were never meant to join our ranks. And yet when it comes to my own blood...Only Six. I walked eternity for the better part of a millennium. I have only sired six vampires.” He contrasted, eyes wandering miles and ages away from today.

“I have been repeatedly informed that my standards for excellence are slightly hard to meet. It wasn't merely that. No. Inspired by my...Passionate distaste for your uncle's approach, this was an undertaking I pledged myself to fulfill to its highest potential. I wouldn't have any failing as a sire, I decided once. I chose among the rare and unreplaceable. Those impossible, unique spirits, I took under my wing without reserves or condition. They were second only to my sister. And only Aurora remained a greater source of pride for me. It was my privilege and my conquest. Six. Only six. Six of the most blinding and breathtaking stars the nigh veil has ever contemplated. Until one day....Until one day Elijah perished. And I imagine the evening sky must have yelled and howled in inconsolable lamentation for their absence. The sire who was meant to protect them from such fate couldn't even hear the mourning. Too preoccupied among the waves and the darkness. It was fully my fault.” The somber acknowledgement mirrored her own. Curiously enough it wasn't grief but an unreadable, cold determination in his expression.

“You are a ferociously willing Atlas, Hope Mikaelson. No one could lift the weight of the celestial sphere from your shoulders. You wouldn't let them. What I will assure you is that...Some ghosts are worth the haunting. Guilt and remorse are ungrateful venoms. It is honoring those we carry with us that their memory should be treasured. And if we are monumentally victorious in that endeavor we might even discover that when we do cross paths with them while traversing the unpredictable landscape of our dreams....They are no longer nightmarish apparitions. They are smiling at us.” Tristan began to approach her with marked solemnity.

“This young gentleman. This Henry. He sounds like a kindred companion you tried to aid. And perhaps you were indeed too young or unprepared. I couldn't speak for that. I'm only a witness to the present. For some unfathomable reason I suspect that if he genuinely could see you one more time, unburdened by you self-imposed penance, he would be amazed by all the stories concerning everything you have done and became since then. Who could say?...Perhaps he would even smile at you.” The gesture occurred in the capricious mysteries of instinct. A hand gallantly lifting to offer her shoulder his support.

“Oh, and....You will have to forgive me if I diplomatically avoid to answer what kind of horrors plague my own nightmares. We are nearing the date and I deeply enjoy the spirit and aesthetic of All Hallows' Eve but my conscience wouldn't allow me to terrify such an innocent, fragile maiden with that kind of dread.” Tristan teasingly provoked in open complicity. Seeking to lift her spirits from grim memories.

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[slaegirl]

hope mikael.son? you mean hope mikael.son marshall -summers @tribridprincxss​

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Tag Drop

Landon And Hope [I Was Born To Love You]

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[oceanblood]

The fear and feeling of always being watched is one of the many many perks of being a Demigod. This was different, though. As their professor continues on with the lecture, Percy continues to look back at the young woman a few rows behind him-Hope? Is that what teir professor called her? Sounds right. The feeling though, the watched feeling from her, it’s not like the feeling of a monster about to attack, no, it’s....different. Regardless, after their professor dismisses them, Percy keeping his hand in his hoodie, gripped tight around riptide, should the need for it arise. As the others scatter and leave the room, he approaches her in a calm manner, shoulders relaxed as his backpack lay atop them, “Hey-I couldn’t help you noticing constantly looking at me,” a blush suddenly sparks across his cheeks, “Do you think I’m cute or something?” 

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