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[cursedbcrn-a]

A quick list of links that are helpful for starting to write with me. Or you can just send me a message and scream, I’m partial to that too.

Promo

Rules + Info

History + Verses

Post on Divergences

Where else can you find Ace?

Multi (canons + OCs)

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST (UPDATED 11/6/21) 

[cursedbcrn-a]

archiving this blog bc my tags are broken to hell and back and i wanted a fresh start to go with nh!hope. come visit me here (also please read my rules on your way in, i tried to make them a little bit shorter and did some clean up so please do that, i’ll love y’all forever.

[cursedbcrn]

My humanity flipped the second that sword went through Landon, but I got to say. It really seems to be working for me.  Like, I was so sick of being controlled by my emotions.  It’s like love, lose, grieve, repeat.  I am finally F R E E. / ©

independent + highly selective 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 of cw’s the originals & legacies. show-based with heavy headcanon influences.  written by ace.

[musesgonnamuse]

my mother was a GENIUS

my father commanded RESPECT

when they died they left no INSTRUCTIONS

just a legacy to PROTECT

[cursedbcrn]

My humanity flipped the second that sword went through Landon, but I got to say. It really seems to be working for me.  Like, I was so sick of being controlled by my emotions.  It’s like love, lose, grieve, repeat.  I am finally F R E E. / ©

independent + highly selective 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍 of cw’s the originals & legacies. show-based with heavy headcanon influences.  written by ace.

[cursedbcrn-a]

archiving this blog bc my tags are broken to hell and back and i wanted a fresh start to go with nh!hope. come visit me here (also please read my rules on your way in, i tried to make them a little bit shorter and did some clean up so please do that, i’ll love y’all forever.

[cursedbcrn-a]

Working on stuff. As usual, will be scarce around here until after I get a chance to watch the episode but I’m lurking on discord if you need to get ahold of me.

[theivashkinator]

❝ DREAMS, DREAMS –– -                   i walk them, i LIVE them.                                 i delude myself with them.                                              - –– it’s a wonder i can spot REALITY anymore. ❞

                                                                ❦

independent + mutuals only adrian ivashkov from vampire academy + bloodlines | canon + adaptable au verses chronicled by JT

[nightlyquotes]

I wanted nothing more than to feel something, but I didn’t know how to deal with what came after the feeling.

Julie Murphy, Side Effects May Vary (via nightlyquotes)

[citypoprph]

you know what it’s time for ? positivity for nonbinary muses. nonbinary original characters ? lovely ! nonbinary interpretations of canon characters ? galaxy brain ! /pos. nonbinary characters who use neopronouns ? wonderful ! also ! much love to those who write nonbinary interpretations and frequently have to deal with those who refuse to correctly gender their muses. you all deserve the world.  TLDR ; support, write, and create nonbinary characters ! 

clown on this post at your own fucking risk.

[fyeahvarchie]

camimendes:  outtakes 📷: @ninomunoz

[cursedbcrn-a]

@duskwolf​ said " what did you just say? "

           “I asked if your pack of misogynistic half-bred mongrels knew that you were out meeting me,” she replied without missing a beat. Even if the Quileute shifters weren’t like the werewolves that her ancestor had cursed, the canine insults were still pretty effective. Her feet dangled from the branch that she was sitting on, having grown bored of waiting for Jacob on the forest floor. “It’s really easy to rile you up these day, Jake, all that stress can’t be good for you.” She leapt gracefully down to the ground beside him and snorted at the look on his face. “Relax, I’m not here to murder you and skin you for your pelt or whatever dumb thing you think I’m going to do. Just wanted to see what the big plan for stopping me was, you know, if you want to share. I promise I’ll pretend to be all shocked, let them get a good hits in to keep up morale, and I won’t kill all of them. Maybe two or three, just so everyone knows I mean what I say.”

[cursedbcrn-a]

I’m stealing a page out of @tricursed ‘s book but now that I’m a few days into writing Hope like this, it’ll be far better for my comfort. I’ll only write NH!Hope with people I have plotted with. These plots don’t have to be super elaborate or detailed, just enough to give us something to work with. Okay ty. 

[cursedbcrn-a]

I’m stealing a page out of @tricursed ‘s book but now that I’m a few days into writing Hope like this, it’ll be far better for my comfort. I’ll only write NH!Hope with people I have plotted with. These plots don’t have to be super elaborate or detailed, just enough to give us something to work with. Okay ty. 

[cursedbcrn-a]

fightforbetter​:

It was too painful sometimes to watch the world go on without her — the world outside the land of wolves where she used to live, where they all used to live together. It was rarely peaceful, but it was real … or was it? It was difficult to tell sometimes. It felt like it could have been a dream, that she’d never lived that lonely childhood without her parents. How could she when she looked across a bonfire every night and saw her mother smile at her, heard her father call her Andrea with such fondness. The name almost felt natural now when it came from his lips, like it was hers. Like she belonged. And then she remembered, abruptly, wrenchingly, when she caught sight of Klaus still hesitant among the kind he was born but never lived with. 

She would never be able to look at Klaus and not remember.

So she snuck looks in here and there, saw her daughter ( older and more beautiful every day ) thrive and fall, make friends and make enemies, laugh and cry, and Hayley laughed and cried with her. She wanted so badly to take Hope into her arms and tell her how proud she was of her, then tell Hope how obnoxiously stubborn she was, and then tell her again how proud it made her. There were moments, of course, when she wanted to hold her daughter by the shoulders and shake her — but everything seemed so simple on this side in a way Hayley knew it wasn’t.

So I think you’re already better than all of us. Freya was telling Hope everything that Hayley wanted to, everything that … she might even be able to … if her daughter went through with this as Hayley knew she would. And your father and mother would say the same. 

She hadn’t often imagined how Hope would die. She hadn’t ever wanted to imagine it. But seeing her daughter die in Freya’s arms — Freya, who had been her partner for seven years in raising Hope, had been Hope’s second mother in all the ways that matter — was both a hand twisting her heart and softly soothing down her back. Hope didn’t die bloody or violent or unwilling. She died of her own choice, however much Hayley wished she never had to make it, and she died in the arms of someone she loved and who loved her almost as much as Hayley did. That was better than almost anybody ever got. 

The woods were dark, though the moonlight shone though the trees to make it a little brighter than it was the last time she had stood among them with Hope. Perhaps that was fitting since the situation seemed a little brighter than it had been then too. A chance to talk to her daughter, to see her ( really see her and be seen in return ) and hold her for the first time in years. She was prepared this time, had rehearsed a hundred speeches over the years watching Hope. 

❛ There are different kinds of peace. ❜ Her voice was soft as she walked up behind Hope at the dock. ❛ I’d been hoping you’d finally started to find some of that back there. ❜

* // @cursedbcrn​

            Dying was far more peaceful than Hope had ever believed it could be, one final blessing for her before she began her life as one of the damned. She wanted to laugh at her own dramatics, half-wondering whether that was something also triggered by transition. But Hope paused then, confused. She couldn’t feel Freya’s arms around her anymore, couldn’t feel anything. Her brain wanted to panic but another part of her consciousness understood it wasn’t necessary. Transition. 

It wasn’t quite like what Elijah described it as, but who was to say that dying felt the same to everyone? Consciousness simply appeared for Hope, in bits and pieces yet in such a seamless manner that she questioned whether it had ever been gone in the first place. Her senses felt exactly the same, hearing the crackle of fire and the quiet lap of water. Water...?

Her eyes opened and Hope sat up, but things still felt the same. A small pinch of fear hit her. Did something go wrong? Or... right? Standing on the dock, the tribrid glanced out over the water, not quite afraid of what was on the other side, but not entirely sure that she was ready for it either. And all thoughts in her mind stuttered to a stop when she heard voice she’d dreamt about every night for the past several years. “Mom?” 

Her voice was scratchy, but Hope didn’t care because she threw herself into her mother’s arms anyways. She had hoped and prayed and dreamed that she would get to see her mother during the transition, to be able to hug her one more time before she endured a hundred lifetimes without? It was a wish that Hope had never dared to speak aloud, to protect it from anything that might wish to steal it away from her. 

"Is it really you?” Would she get to spend more time with them this time? Or would she need to be rushed back to her body. Too many questions circled in her head and Hope didn’t know which was the most important to share with her mom right now. “I don’t know if anyone finds peace in high school,” she joked softly. Seeing Hayley in front of her like this was jarring. She hadn’t aged a single day, still looking every bit as young as all of the photos and portraits that Hope kept nearby. And the last time she was here, she hadn’t had the time to process her guilt. She’s honestly not sure whether she would ever fully relieve herself of it, but at least it was tucked away in a healthier place after years of therapy. 

“I hoped I would but I wasn’t sure... Is it just you again?”

[cursedbcrn-a]

I know exactly why they do it because it’s TV and logistics and blah blah, but just for RP purposes, Hope does not magically have her clothes disappear / reappear when she shifts between her wolf and human form. I just want to clarify that. 

[esausrpmemes]

Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!