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i   am   …….   flabbergasted ?

[ braid ] from josh ❤︎

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.     //     ╰  ˚・` ✧   accepting !

         CROWN   LEANS    into   every   tug ,   oak   arches     rising   while   upturned   lip   expels   breath   of     laughter .          both   brother   and   best   friend ,   he   remains   someone   to     lean   on    ;    someone   to   haphazardly   tangle   chestnut   locks   in   attempts   to   raise   downtrodden   mood . 

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❛     ───     do   you   even   know   what   you’re   doing ?    ❜

send one to see how my muse reacts  /  soft edition.

arkhealer:

characterdevelopments:

  • [ trail ] for your muse to start a trail of kisses down my muses neck. 
  • [ shift ] for your muse to move hair off my muses face.
  • [ stroke ] for your muse to gently stoke my muse’s face.
  • [ chin ] for your muse to gently grab my muses chin.
  • [ tuck ] to place a blanket on my muse.
  • [ wrap ] for your muse to walk into the room and say nothing before wrapping their arms around my muse. 
  • [ fidget ] for your muse to comfort mine during a bad dream.
  • [ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.
  • [ sponge ] for your muse to give my muse a sponge bath.
  • [ drape ] for your muse to help pull off / unzip my muses clothing

                        eyebrows  bumped  together  in  a  scowl ,   olive-kissed  features  hold  worry  strewn  within  them.   they  made   him   loose  control ?  figures  the  ancestors  would  continue  to  place  such   wrath  upon  the  shoulders  of  a  young  girl  ———–  all  because  she  chose  to  live.  it  was  times  like  this  bonnie  despised  being  a  witch.  there  were   too  many  loopholes  that  ended  up  with  you  right  back  where  you  started  —–  hell.  her  own  shoulders  were   slumped ,   the  image  of  defeat  evident  as  you  gazed  at  her.  yet ,  it  seemed  as  if  she  wasn’t  the  only  one  on  the   verge   of  defeat.   the  other ,   forcing  back  the  tears ,  looked  empty.  impulsively ,  long  arms  outstretched  &  embraced  the  other  this  time.  arms  held  the  other ,  green  eyes  staring  off  into  nothingness  as  even ,   she  ,   attempted  to  hold  back  her  own  emotions. 

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                        “  davina ,   i  promise   i’m  gonna  get  you  out  of  here ,  okay ?  ”   while  she  knew  it  was  a   hearty  promise ,  bonnie  didn’t  care.  of  course  the  red  devil  hung  on  her  shoulder   teasing  her  about  the   epic   lie  she’d  just  told  the  other.  yet ,  she  was   determined.  she  was  going  to  get  them  both  out  of  there.  one  way  or  another.  all  she  needed  was  time ,  which  in  her  case  she  had  plenty  of  it.   “  it’s  gonna  be  okay.  ”

          FEATURES   SO   FREQUENTLY   STEELED    shatter   when   out   of   eyesight ,   and   only   then .          arms   stay   locked   in   place ,   nose   buried   into      gentle   frame .          the   ancestors   have   punished   them   both     TIME    and      TIME   AGAIN     //    neither   girl   breaking   until   the   limit     too   far   pushed .          porcelain   to   steel   may   they   be ,   even   steel   can   warp   and     rust .          tenuous   inhale   rattles   through   parted   petals ,   pulling   from   the   embrace   only   to   deflect    ;    ever   present   and   habitual .

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gaze   flits   down   and   comes   up   forced ,   dejected   semblance   of   a   smile   as   crown   shakes   in   negation .          ❛     ───     it’s   okay .    ❜          much   as   she    wills   to   believe   white   lies ,   there   isn’t   a   way   back   this   time .          not   with   the   plane   destroyed .          she’d   need   a     NEXUS   VORTI    for   a   glimmer   of   hope .          hands   reach   for   the   other’s ,   holding    tight   with   wrecked   concern .          ❛     ───     bonnie ,   how   are   you   here ?          what   happened   to   you ?    ❜

          @magicallyused    (    cont !    )

MASON .

HE  DOESN’T  BLAME  THEM,      not  with  what  he’s  been  through,     not  with  the  way  he’s  so  recklessly  willing  to  fight  any  creature  even  knowing   he  doesn’t  have  the  ability  to  PROTECT  HIMSELF  the  way  the  others  do.        it  doesn’t  matter  to  him  that  he’s  only  human;      it’s  what  he  wants  after  his  nearly  fatal  fate,     but  he  refuses  to  let  that  hold  him  back.       he  will  protect  the  others  in  whatever  way  he  can,      even  if  he  gets  himself  burned.      he  grunts  as  he  allows  her  to  help,      hand  holding  onto  hers  as  the  other  holds  his  waist  tightly  from  the  wound  that  he  had  collected.       

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❛   hunters.    i  fell  into  one  of  their  traps  when  i  was  trying  to  look  for  some  kind  of  CLUE.       it  was  stupid,       liam  told  me  not  to  do  it  alone,       but  i  had  to  know,   ❜        he  explained,      shaking  his  head  quickly  to  show  just  how  disappointed  he  was.       ❛    i’ll   be  fine    ——-     i  just  don’t  want  them  to  feel  like  they  need  to  heal  me.      you  either,      don’t  worry  about  it.    ❜

          SIGH   EXPELS   FROM   PUCKERED   LIP    ;    gaze   cast   toward   blossoming   sanguine   stain .          unfaltering   instinct   to    protect   swells   in   bone ,   dialogue   slipping   in   one   ear   and   out   the   other .          he   may   not   want   aid ,   but   she’ll   not   leave   him   unattended .          frame   adjusts   to   shift   the   other   into   a   chair ,   all   protestations   blatantly   ignored . 

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❛     ───     are   you   serious ?          i’m   not   just   gonna     LEAVE    you .    ❜          careful   observation   finds   delicate   fingers   prying   his   hand   away ,   wincing   as   if   garnered   wound   were   her   own .         ❛     ───     it   doesn’t   look   good .          probably   should’ve   listened   to   your   friend .    ❜

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q .          smalls   did   u   remake   all   ur   icons   just   for   the   aesthetic   of   the   close   crop

a .          i   don’t   have   a   problem   i   can   stop   any   time   i   want

aesthetic :          klaus   mikaelson ,   the   baddest   big   bad ,   the   most   feared   creature   on   earth ,   passed   out   and   slapped   in   the   face   by   a   seventeen   year   old   witch   who’s   getting   mad   annoyed   that   he   won’t   wake   up

ISAAC .

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‘  vampires.       he’s  not  sure  whether  he’s  shocked  or  just  plain  irritated  by  the  mere  existence  of  the  species.    werewolves  he  knows  well,   believes  in  them  fully,   kitsune’s?  fine.  kanima’s?  annoying,  but  fine.  banshee’s?  sure.    but  fucking  vampires?   cue  him  ready  to  exit  the  supernatural  world  with  a  salute  &  a  promise  to  never  return.    like …  blood  sucking  freaks,   glorified  mosquito’s,  dracula,  edward  cullen,  all  that.  

@sacrife

          KNIT   ARCHES   QUIRK   UPWARD      at   the   query ,   followed   closely   behind   with   the   slow   bloom   of   upturned   petals   in   quiet     amusement .          lashes   brush   rosed   cheek ,     pulling   open     after   with   assuring   gaze   at   opposite   hues .        ❛     ───     and witches ,     ❜        comes   sly   reminder ,   frame   adjusting   to   toss   dark   tresses   behind   shoulder . 

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❛     ───     no .   they’re   …   nothing   like   what   you’ve   seen   in   movies .          holy   water ,   crucifixes ,   it’s   all   fake .    ❜

ohmyklaus:

Mavina  in season 3
↳ Requested by felicitypond

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—  HELL  WAS  DIFFERENT.       he’d  expected  the  cycle  with  tara  to  be  permanent  but  now,  surrounded  by  blue-tinged   graveyard  he’d  grown  curious.  he  couldn’t  understand  what  brought  him  to  the  half-destroyed  ancestral  plane;  the  chimera  part  of  him  was  only  part  witch.  unnaturally.  blue  eyes  found  the  female  with  a  small  smirk.     ❝     who  are  you?    ❞       curiosity  filled  the  chimera’s  features  as  he  raked  her  form  in  head-to-toe.         ❝   I  haven’t  seen  anyone  in  the  whole  city.. ❞

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    @sacrife

          IT   COMES   AS   A   SHOCK    ;    a   voice   directed   toward   her   counts   as   a      rarity      here .          she   may   not   know   ALL   WITCHES ,   but   only   so   many   reign   here   and   this   is   a   figure     unfamiliar .          lonesome   frame   stops   in   her   tracks ,   boots   crunching   over   crumbled   gravel   and   mist   hues   narrow   at   the   intrusion .          weight       SHIFTS ,      arms   crossing   over   one   another .          consider   confusion   an    understatement .          

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❛     ───     who’s asking ?    ❜

B.