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@devilsanddarlings
Devils & Darlings is a medium activity multi-muse indie rp blog, lovingly curated by Chrissy (25+, She/Her). Under construction and tracking the tag devilsandarlings. No minors and no personal blogs please.
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Popping on to find a bunch of my threads have been flagged for sexually explicit content when I have clearly stated in my rules that I don’t write sex scenes? Peak tumblr behavior. 10/10.
My apologies in advance to the poor staffer on the appeals team. 😑
"I fear you only would have gotten a monster out of me, as well." Regina regretfully admitted. She was a very different person from who she had been when Evie had been born. The woman she had been was heartbroken and tainted with revenge and cruel intentions. She'd had no love in her heart, only echoes of the love she had lost. Somehow, she had thought she was creating a better future, one where she and Evie could finally be together, but first, she had to get revenge and justice, not only for Daniel, but for the innocence in her heart, and only then would she have been able to move on. Now, she knew better. But knowing better didn't always feel good. "I think I was consumed by rage and hate for so long that... that I wouldn't have been a mother for you, either." She could at least admit that, though it didn't make up for anything she'd done. "I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it right. But... if you never want to see me again, I will respect that." Though it would shatter what was left of her heart, it was the least she owed her daughter.
@lcstinthewoods
“Perhaps,” Evie admitted almost hesitantly after a moment. “You never gave us a chance to find out.” She reminded her mother quietly, expression troubled. “Though I suppose it was for the best. Gods forbid it had been me you loved most. I might not be standing here.” The dark-haired witch laughed, but it wasn’t a happy sound.
“Was it worth it?” Genevieve wondered aloud, eyes flicking upwards to meet Regina’s. “You got your revenge. Did it help you sleep better? Did it make you happy? Tell me, Mother, was the price I paid worth your precious vengeance? Because there is no making this right. I needed my mother, and you weren’t there. You can’t give me back my childhood, or my innocence, or the heart I had to carve out of my own chest to safeguard from her!”
She swallowed hard, and her lips parted just slightly as he toyed with her hair. If Autumn was trying to keep her eyes off of him, it wasn't going to work and she knew it. She tried to speak, to make a witty retort about not needing any more temptation, thank you very much... and the words fell away before they could even come out.
"The ring still..." She trailed off, looking up at him as if the words were a terrible betrayal. "Kurt... I was always going to come back, you know? That was the plan. I was going to finish school, and come home again... to you... but then you got married. So... there was no point in visiting. Because... what was I going to do? Break up a marriage?" Otter shook her head. "That would have been awful of me. Still would be." She added the last bit quieter. Like she was trying to convince herself more than him.
@ofblackskies
“The plan doesn’t matter when you’re being blackmailed into marrying some bitch you don’t even know!” Kurt snapped, too tired to keep the truth from her any longer. “My father made some bad business moves. He owed her father a lot of money, and he put me up as collateral,” the firefighter informed her with a grimace.
“I told him to go to hell. Of course I did! I wanted to marry you. But he…let’s just say my late father was as much of a bastard as Nick’s old man was, and certain…threats were made. I didn’t have a choice.” He whispered as he stepped away, lowering his eyes because he was unable to meet her gaze any longer. “None of this was ever any of my choice. You were. But you were so angry that I never got the chance to explain.”
Abigail is quite used to this. She has been for a while. She is coming to terms with the fact that her father doesn't care for her any longer. If he did, he would not leave her waiting for him this long. She sits playing on a pink Switch, changed out of her ballet clothes and into comfortable clothes to wear at home. Her feet kick back and forth beneath her as she waits. She hears Rebekah, pauses her game, and she looks up.
"It is." She shrugs her shoulders. "My father will be here. Eventually." He could have least sent a vehicle if he was going to be this late. She does not wait for Rebekah's response before going back to her game. No one would guess that she is over five hundred years old and stuck in the body of a teenager.
@percentstardust
“Eventually will hardly do you much good when the studio is due to close any moment, sweetheart.” Rebekah pointed out with a worried frown. “Is there someone else you could call?” Though the Original had never been the most maternal of women, being around her niece had made her softer than she cared to admit towards children. Which meant leaving the little ballerina all alone in New York City as dark fell? It was absolutely unthinkable.
“If not, would you mind terribly if I waited with you? I know you seem quite occupied with your game, but it would make me feel better to see you safely picked up before I left.”
"Oh that's even better. I wanted to say college but I don't know I figured we had a few years before we crossed the bridge." Cindy says with a small smile. She would have put her foot down if it came down to it but she knew it wouldn't. Her sister is sensible and wouldn't do something stupid like get hitched her senior year. She had plans and knew the responsibilities that went along with everyone else.
She smiles her brow raised as she watches her sister take something out of her hiding place. She makes a mental note of that spot not because she'll snoop later but just because. She likes to know these things about her sister likes to know as much about her as she can now that they are speaking again. She takes the envelope looking at the front she has an inkling what this is. As she takes the letter out and scans the contents her smile grows wider. "No way- Ziggy! Oh my god!" She throws her arms around her sister pulling her in for a tight embrace. "I am so proud of you!"
@devilsanddarlings // continued from (x)
@lcveblossomed
“Jeeze, Cin. I’m sorry to disappoint you.” Ziggy immediately retorted in a voice that was as dry as the desert. “But he’s already got a ring. I think he plans on asking me to marry him after graduation, and I intend to say yes if he does,” she admitted. “I know you probably think that’s dumb. That we’re way too young to get engaged. Hell, you may even be right.” The younger Berman whispered, as though fearing the universe might tear Nick away the way it had taken Tommy.
“That’s why we’re waiting though. Maybe we’ll fall apart while I’m away. Maybe we won’t,” she added, more to assuage her sister’s fears than out of any real belief Nick wasn’t her destiny. “We’ve got time to figure it out. And hey, if being Nick’s trophy wife doesn’t pan out…at least I’ll have a shiny degree to fall back on, paid for in full by the school. That’s a hell of a consolation prize, right?” Ziggy quipped, awkwardly returning Cindy’s hug with faintly pink cheeks. It had been so long since someone had been proud of her that Christine honestly wasn’t quite sure what to do with the notion. So in true Ziggy fashion, she’d turned it into a joke. “You think Nick will be mad? I know he’s staying to attend Union Community so he can keep an eye on his mom and Will.”
"After all this, must you insult me for simply entertaining an idea?" He speaks in mock annoyance, but wholeheartedly agrees with the shift in priority. There was nothing he cared about more this instant than getting out of here. The lift suddenly came back to life. Lights turning on, chasing away the darkness that had swallowed them. He disentangles himself from her carefully, rising back to his feet. Waiting for something to happen, willing it. Thankfully it didn't take long before they were ever so slowly moving down towards the nearest floor. And then the doors opened. It was silly, the amount of relief and joy flooding his system over such a simple thing. A reminder of how real his demons still were despite his efforts of pushing them away. If it hadn't been for Rebekah being in there with him, he may have just broken the whole thing down and caused a right mess. He was grateful for her presence, just as he was grateful for learning about her experience. And indirectly, Kol's too. He grins at her and reaches for her hand before rushing out with the excitement of a child. After confirming with the people waiting for them they were okay, they had truly regained their freedom. He pauses his step when they are out of hearing range and faces her once more. "Thank you, for keeping me sane."
@itsonlyfinn
Rebekah opened her mouth to respond, only to snap it shut thoughtfully. Somewhere along the line, as bickering had become the only love language they’d had left, she’d learned to wield her wit as a blade. Yet what had Finn done to earn her insults? Meant as a joke though they might have been, it had never occurred to Rebekah that her brothers may take her words at face value. Arguing was just what they did now for lack of any other avenue of communication, and if they wanted to do better as a family then they would need to learn how to actually talk to each other again. “I…”
Bugger.
Repairing their relationship with one another was going to be much harder than it had initially seemed, and it had initially seemed pretty bloody hard. At least they were free of the elevator now. That had to count for something, right?
Throwing caution to the wind and her arms around Finn the moment they were back on solid (blessedly open-aired) ground, the Original hugged her brother for the briefest of moments before stepping back to release him. “Any time.” She promised, before letting her gaze drift towards the stores around them. “Still fancy a bit of shopping, or shall we get some tea? There’s bound to be a cafe around here somewhere.”
@devilsanddarlings sent in: [ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes. {Paul for Star.}
Her eyes remained closed as she stood in the water, shoes having been kicked off along rocks. The waves were finally warmer with the nearing of summer, which only meant Star felt more like Persephone; thriving in the spring and summer months, instead of holding herself up in the cave at winter. Her arms outstretched to either side as her head tilted backwards, face to the stars above, the waves crashing more and more against her feet and ankles, the bottom of her skirt becoming more and more drenched with saltwater, but she didn't even mind.
A full moon, a warm breeze, Star was content.
Until she heard Paul calling after her, opting for one of the many nicknames he had given her, and it wasn't until she looked down that she realized what he was getting her attention about. "Oh, no!" It seemed that the ocean had admired the silver ballet flats more than the vampire herself had, sweeping them up when she hadn't even noticed. Looking back to the blond, she pouted her lower lip for only a second, before Paul was at her side, scooping her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped an arm around the back of his neck as he carried her over the sharp rocks and broken glass, only setting her down when her feet could touch the rug in her own nook below.
"... I'm in a fight with the ocean now," she declared, bending down to then adjust her anklet, removing bits of seaweed that had gotten stuck. "Thank you for being my knight, though," the corners of her eyes crinkled as she teased him, despite the thanks being genuine.
@pierprincess
On nights when David and the others couldn’t be bothered with corralling Star, the responsibility fell to Paul. It was a strange thing to be trusted with given how irresponsible immature rash unreliable flighty impulsive air-headed the blond could be, but the arrangement suited them both well. Paul enjoyed spending time with his adoptive little sister, and the halfling…
Well, sometimes Paul didn’t know whether she was happier to spend time with him or to just be away from David. Their eldest brother had made no secret of his disapproval at Star’s continued refusal to turn. And while Paul privately agreed, he also knew that pushing her would only serve to make her dig her heels in further. Star wouldn’t turn until she was good and ready to do it. Even if the blond desperately wished she would so they could keep her properly, he’d leave the nudging up to David. Their fearless leader could all but blow up his relationship with Star. Paul wouldn’t be making the same mistakes.
Because someone had to be there to take care of her. Star was bound and determined to get herself in trouble at every turn, and that meant doing so pretty much fell to him. David kept angering her to the point she didn’t want to be around him. Marko wouldn’t do it, and Dwayne couldn’t do it. He was already too busy with Laddie to handle their newest addition.
“Starry Girl, you cannot fight the ocean just because you didn’t put your shoes far enough out of the reach of the tide,” the vampire pointed out sternly. “The mermaids will kick your ass, for one. And for two, David won’t let you break your hand trying to punch a wave when we all know you’d just end up hittin’ the pier or the jetty instead. You fight like a girl,” he reminded her. “But you’re welcome for the save. Was kinda rad, gettin’ to be the good guy for once.”
18 ⭑ slow dances ( jared )
@lupaeus
Jared had meant to toss the wedding invitation in the trash as soon as it had arrived. That part of his life had ended years ago, and the Frenchman couldn’t say making the long flight to California for the nuptials of his ex-girlfriend’s sister appealed to him. He hadn’t even been back to Beacon Hills since Allison’s grave had been moved to the Argent family cemetery a few kilometers away from the main house, so idea that he might return now was laughable.
Yet guilt had stayed his hand. The sheriff’s son, who Lydia was apparently marrying, was the only member of the McCall pack that had truly bothered to stay in touch with him after everything. (Even if the hunter didn’t always necessarily get Stiles’ meme references, Jare appreciated the younger man was at least thinking of him.) So he’d tucked it under a magnet on the refrigerator instead and forgotten all about it. Until Isaac had come over, seen it, and promptly informed the brunet he was coming along because the werewolf refused to make the pilgrimage alone.
Which was how Jared found himself being interrogated on the dance floor; ill at ease amongst former friends and acquaintances he hadn’t seen since he and Emma had broken up years earlier, slow dancing with a woman he was (fairly) certain was a member of the bride’s family. Though he’d be the first to admit he couldn’t quite recall her name, and wasn’t even sure she had bothered introducing herself before she’d dragged him out of his seat to dance. “Ah. I suppose you could say I’m a friend of the groom’s,” he offered awkwardly, praying for rescue - or at least for the song to end - as he swayed her around. “Though I have known them both for many years.”
"Werewolves weren't exempt from that."
Winnie may be wrong on some of her history, but the tale of Peter Stumpp was known well by her family. He wasn't an ancestor, but his story had been told numerous times by her father during his own research into werewolfism.
"They had a whole witch hunt for werewolves in... Germany, I think. I'm right along there with you."
@vyrulent
“Like, yeah.” Shaggy agreed a bit gloomily, fiddling with his straw for a few minutes before taking a sip of his drink. “That’s just how it is with humans, Winnie,” he admitted tiredly.
“Even my friends always want to blame everyone but themselves for their problems. Vampires, black cats, witches, the man in the moon, werewolves, the date, the weather…” Letting out a little chuckle, he put his drink back down on the table. “They don’t care who gets hurt so long as the blame for their bad choices doesn’t, like, actually fall on them.”
Sometimes, Marnie wished she were a mindreader. Like every facet of her being should know exactly what another person was thinking at any given time. It would have worked well for her - the kind of person she was. But at the same time, she wasn't sure she wanted to know what was going on in Kal's mind right now. Sure, he was being helpful, and she loved that he was. It restored a little of her faith in him that had been so haphazardly dropped a few years ago. She had always wanted to have faith in him.
"You're doing plenty." She replied softly, even if she did have the inkling that he was keeping things from her still. It wasn't... that she needed him to tell her everything. Marnie was smart. She could figure things out on her own. She was sure she could. It was just that she wished he had enough faith in her to be candid. Still, she didn't want him to end up a casualty of whatever was to come, either. And something was certainly to come. "I don't need a savior or a protector. I just needed... a little help in the right direction. Getting even that much from you is really helpful, Kal. Really." She smiled at him again.
@ofblackskies
Swallowing hard in response to Marnie’s reassurance, Kal fought the sudden urge to study his carpet in depth. He didn’t deserve her kindness. The warmth she was showing him again was more than he had ever dared to hope for, but he knew he was unworthy of it. As far as the warlock was concerned, he wasn’t doing nearly enough to warn her about the true extent of the danger she was in.
The Dominion wasn’t just one foe. Its existence wouldn’t by ended by the magical defeat of any single member. Ideas couldn’t be slain, and the prejudice witches and warlocks felt towards the other creatures of Halloweentown ran deep. It was a problem that had been brewing for centuries, and even Kal couldn’t say how many residents agreed with their ideology without being actual members.
Nor was the warlock willing to risk himself trying to find out. Marnie having grown up in the mortal world had blinded her to the uglier sides of their world, but she was on a collision course with the truth now in more ways than one. He just hoped that it wouldn’t shatter her as much as he thought it would. Perhaps the news would be better coming from Aggie?
Mind made up, he put a finger to his lips and then conjured a pen and some paper. ‘Go home to the mortal world tonight and ask your grandmother about the Dominion,’ he wrote. ‘Do not speak the name aloud in Halloweentown. Do not ask her here,’ Kal continued, underlining certain words for emphasis. ‘Don’t even ask me about this note. It’s not safe. You’ll understand more after you’ve spoken to her, okay? I…I can’t answer your questions. I’m sorry.’
“Well, this trip down memory lane has been fun. But I think it’s time you were going, Cromwell. You can, uh…take the history book with you if you like. You know where I live when you’re ready to return it.”
"oh no, you've quoted elsa. i think that may be the funnest thing i could have expected to come from your mouth." noah chuckles, teasing lightly. last thing he expected kol to know was who elsa was or the movie frozen at all. "you find things to do. my dad, brother and i tend to spend winter up on the farm. in the mountain. it's already a trek in the summer, even more in the winter. so we stock up. there is never ending things to do on the farm though. that helps."
@cfthesoul
“You can blame that one on my niece,” Kol replied without a hint of embarrassment. “Hope loves Disney, and my sister is all too happy to indulge her whenever she asks to watch a movie,” the vampire offered with a shrug. “Not that I mind. Some of them are brilliant. But I think I hear Let It Go in my bloody nightmares at this point...”
june prompts ˎˊ˗
1 ⭑ beach date
2 ⭑ pina coladas
3 ⭑ mexican food
4 ⭑ dancing around a bonfire
5 ⭑ kissing during fireworks
6 ⭑ travelling for the first time
7 ⭑ music and cuddling under the stars
8 ⭑ house warming party
9 ⭑ new friends
10 ⭑ teaching someone how to swim
11 ⭑ volleyball and pizza
12 ⭑ berry picking
13 ⭑ hot tub make out
14 ⭑ losing a ring in the beach
15 ⭑ baby blue flowers
16 ⭑ marbel design skirts
17 ⭑ pink flip flops
18 ⭑ slow dances
19 ⭑ being reborn
20 ⭑ bikini top on the door knob
21 ⭑ bedazzled driving license
22 ⭑ friends to lovers
23 ⭑ first time drinking
24 ⭑ road trips with a broken a/c
25 ⭑ four birthday parties in one week
26 ⭑ white nights
27 ⭑ yoga mat
28 ⭑ strawberry matcha
29 ⭑ blue passion redbull mojito
30 ⭑ classic novels half-read
"That's true." Though Derek and Laura were a bit of a small pack which meant he wasn't entirely wrong. "Yeah while keeping this town safe and making sure Scott and Stiles don't get hurt." Derek said. He still didn't know how he'd become responsible for them, but he was not. But this whole town was just getting complicated. It almost made him feel like he shouldn't have come home, and Laura probably shouldn't either.
@legends-and-savages
“That’s a tall order.” David laughed, though privately he wondered how well they could fill it. With Argents crawling everywhere and a rogue alpha on the loose, they were already in way over their heads. Derek was far too much his mother’s son to be reasoned with however, and so the older Hale simply gave in for the moment. “But Thea and I are here to help. Have you seen if Deaton knows anything yet? The first thing Laur would have done when she came to town was seek him out, since he’s technically still the Hale emissary.”
Hayley sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and her thumb. Just when she thought they were finally reaching an agreement, his stubbornness once again won out. "It's the one thing we haven't tried," Hayley said in a tired voice. "How can you say it's ineffective if you haven't even given it a chance?"
@devilsanddarlings
@hayleylabonairmarshall
The Original Hybrid often forgot how very young his daughter’s mother was. Hayley hadn’t lived for as long as the rest of them, and sometimes it showed in the way she viewed the world. She may have been more mature than most, but she lacked the millennia of experience that had jaded them. She still liked to believe the best in people; still hoped to avoid violence whenever possible.
Klaus knew better however. The New Orleans Coven would never stop. Not until they were either eradicated entirely or in possession of Hope and the power she possessed. Their daughter was too much of a threat to their existence for them to ever agree to a peaceful solution, however much Hayley may have wished for one.
“It’s naive of you to believe we haven’t tried such things before, love. Witches are always the same in the end,” Klaus sighed. “The entire lot of them are untrustworthy. They can’t be bargained with, little wolf, and attempting to do so is a waste of time. They must be brought to heel, or else we must leave. The New Orleans coven has proven time and again that they cannot be made to see reason without bloodshed. Believing otherwise now is a fool’s errand.”
❝I'll leave you with a string and a tissue, you can make yourself a parachute to get down with.❞ Rafe smirks at Georgie knowing he could keep this up for hours if she kept giving you ammunition.
❝ Jokes on you, we don't keep the cookies up there. At least not the good ones.❞ the smirk he's got across his lips are not going anywhere any time soon.
@inbeautifulruins (Found this in my drafts and thought I’d just finish it up because we have other stuff. Hope you don’t mind!)
“Sorry,” Georgiana began with a toss of her hair, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “My cousin says I don’t meet the minimum height requirements to safely go on that ride. You’ll just have to try skydiving with someone else, Cameron.” The petite surfer teased as the scenery outside the car window began to change into the now somewhat familiar sights of the Figure 8.
“But don’t worry. I didn’t want your shitty cookies anyway. I can bake my own,” the blonde sassed as the car turned into the drive of her temporary home. “Thanks for the ride, Cameron.” She added as her entire demeanor softened, impulsively leaning over to peck his cheek when she’d freed herself of her seatbelt. “You’re a real one. See you around!” Georgie called, fleeing the car before he could respond and running for the house in a futile attempt to stay dry.
SPUFFY + being lying liars who lie
