sad birds still sing

They will insult you, burnt you, defeat you, betray you, injure you, set you aflame and watch you burn. But they will not, shall not, cannot destroy you. Because you, like Rome, were built on ASHES, and you, like a phoenix know how to rise and resurrect. the originals original character. frida (finnrdottir) mikaelson. adored by nerhys

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               She sees herself in Frida in more ways than just the firstborn magic or slumber spells. While Frida remains soft in all the places Freya is but sharp edges, she fully understands the excitement discovering this brand new world brings; even feels it, though in her case it might have less to do with the carnival itself and more with the chance of spending it with her niece.

               “I suppose I need not to ask you whether you are ready then,” she teases lightly before giving her a nod. “It is time indeed. Just promise to TELL ME if you ever start feeling overwhelmed and we can go.” Pleased as she is with Frida not hiding from it all, being in a loud crowd of people could still end badly. 

         “I am VERY READY.” Despite her Aunt not technically asking her question, Frida answers it anyway. An excited smile was lighting up her face as she nodded her head. “I PROMISE Auntie Freya. I will let you know. But I’m sure it will be fine!” She’s made a lot of progress when it came to noises, people and overwhelming situations. She was at least eighty percent sure she’d make it through the night without causing an earthquake. Maybe seventy-five percent. Sixty?

         “I’ve heard all different things about carnivals! There’s music, and games, and rides, right?” Frida asked, as she went to stand by Freya’s side, excitement buzzing her entire being. “It sounds SO FUN.”

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frida utterly loves her aunt freya. frida can relate most with freya, and freya helps her with her magic, and she just !!! loves freya so much. freya is almost like a mother figure to frida. not quite, ofc, but she looks up to freya and respects her so DAMN MUCH. she wants to make freya proud always.

( tagging @fcmilysacrificed for our verses but also works with other freyas! )

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STARTER CALL // @nexusvorti​

      The Salvatore School was, from everything Frida had been told, was the place for people like HER who had no where else to go. There had been a flurry of action from the people around her, apparently piecing together what happened to her; to the strange girl found wandering in the woods with magic so unstable she kept causing earthquakes ( thankfully, that has stopped - for the moment at least. )  The fact that she was the daughter of Finn Mikaelson, put under a sleeping spell for... a very long time - she had no idea WHY but that had drawn concern from some of the people in charge of this school.

       It also put her in the same room with Hope Mikaelson. The daughter of Uncle Niklaus. She had foggy memories of her uncle, but from what she could remember, he was a kind man. She hoped his daughter was the same. She takes a careful step closer to the other girl, wary and uncertain but at the same time EAGER to know her family. 

       “Hello Hope.” Frida greets. “I’m - well, I’m sure you were told. I’m Frida. Your cousin.”

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blood sentence starters.

“ why are you covered in mind? ” “ look at all this blood. ” “ there is a bloodlust in my veins. ” “ i’m craving for something. something like blood. ” “ i have a weak stomach for blood. ” “ i’m studying hematology. ” “ is that blood? ” “ who’s blood is that? ” “ we’re standing in a puddle of blood. ” “ do you really drink blood? ” “ how does my blood taste? ” “ you’re bleeding! ” “ i have to stop the bleeding. ” “ clean up this blood before someone sees. ” “ what is good for cleaning blood stains? ” “ why is there blood stains on my sheets? ” “ that’s a whole lot of blood. ” “ oh yes, there will be blood. ” “ now we’re blood brothers/sisters for life. ” “ don’t pick the scab, it’ll start bleeding. ” “ i’m bleeding. ” “ i think there is blood on your shirt. ” “ my favorite color is red, reminds me of blood. ” “ should i paint my nails red? like the color of my victims blood? ” “ blood has such a lovely color, doesn’t it? ” “ are you bleeding? ” “ what does blood taste like? ” “ there was a lot of bleeding. ” “ i think i need a blood transfusion. ” “ knives cause too much blood spill. ” “ i donated my blood today. ” “ can you believe how much blood there was? ” “ i’m sick to stomach just talking about blood. ” “ tell me that is not blood. ” “ why are you so obsessed with blood? ” “ that’s enough for now. clean up this blood. ”

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which tragic character from ancient greek lit are you?

PATROCLUS

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it’s not even enough to protect yourself.

Tagged by:  stolen from my other blog

Tagging:  anyone who hasn’t done it!!

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           STARTER CALL 

     might be a one liner, might be para. if i can’t think of anything i may jump into your ims to plot! multi’s please specify your muse! mutuals only!

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               EXHAUSTION has settled in deep by the time they finally reach the house Hayley has chosen as the hide-out. A year of trying to stop the prophecy only to FULFILL IT, five years in a slumber she hoped to never be in again, even the battle to rescue Klaus – all she wants right now is rest ( but she cannot. she knows she cannot. marcel is still out there, still angry, his venom still capable of killing them. )

               Not even the sight of her niece is enough to soothe THE STORM in her chest. She wishes she could tell Frida they have brought everyone home ( but freya has failed her. failed finn. )

               Parting from her siblings, she crosses the distance between them and wraps her niece in a big hug. “Frida.” She, and Hope, were on her mind constantly; her biggest fear that the firstborn witches would have nobody to help them control their magic. “It is so good to see you, darling. How are you?”

    She bites her lip when Freya approaches, and tries to work out what she should say. How she should greet her. It’s been FIVE YEARS. Despite the short time that Frida had spent with her family - compared to all the years without - Freya had been the person she connected with the most. Now she had no idea what to even SAY TO HER.

    When Freya pulls her into a hug, Frida wraps her arms around her tightly as if she NEVER wants to let her go again. “Auntie Freya.” Frida says, and she wonders if her aunt can hear the pure relief in her voice. She’s here. She’s HERE.

    “I’m alright.” Frida said, tightning the hug slightly. “I wanted to be there when Hayley woke you all up. I helped her find some of the ingredients.” She rests her head against Freya’s shoulder. “I cloaked us too. With the spell you taught me. I tried to keep our family SAFE.”

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more misc memes

“  change isn’t easy.  ” “  i just wanted to say i’m sorry.  ” “  i guess being angry was/is just easier than being sad.  ”  “  what did you want to tell me?  ” “  it was supposed to be simple.  ” “  you’ve got blood on your shirt.  ” “  you can stay with me.  ” “  what did you want to show me?  ” “  i miss ____ more than i thought i would.  ” “  i don’t like to talk about it, but i wanted you to know.  ” “  shut up. please.  ” “  fuck off.  ” “  hush, i’m trying to kiss you.  ” “  you’re lucky you’re cute.  ” “  i fucked up.  ” “  i just want to take it all back.  ” “  i can’t sleep.  ”  /  “  can’t sleep?  ” “  we should get a pet.  ” “  if you have something to say, spit it out.  ” “  i’m allowed to be angry.  ” “  she/he aint even that cute.  ” “  just hold me.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ”   “  i just need time.  ” “  i already made my decision, you’re not going to change that.  ”   “  nothing you can say will surprise me.  ” “  everyone leaves, eventually. either they move on or they die. they leave and i’m left behind.  ” “  death is a part of life. i accepted that a long time ago.  ” “  i don’t fear death. i fear anonymity.  ” “  listen to me, please.  ” “  i’m not even sure what to say to that.  ” “  that should probably shock me, but honestly it doesn’t.  ” “  am i supposed to care?  ” “  i do care.  ”   “  you make me happy.  ” “  you look beautiful like this.  ”   “  if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you.  ” “  it terrifies me.  ”   “  just let me show you how i feel.  ”

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@fcmilyabandoned​ said:  *hands frida a puppy*

   She smiles at the sight of her father, but curiosity takes over at what he is carrying. An animal. A DOG. A baby dog. Why is her father carrying a puppy? Her next question, why is her father handing HER the puppy? She looks at the dogs face, which then licks the side of her chin, and her heart melts. She looks up at her father with WIDE eyes.

                               “I love him.”

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Olivia Holt as Amy Roberts in The Standoff (2016)

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       BARRY RECOGNIZES THE LOOK in her eyes, maybe before even she realizes what’s going on in her head. The coming of a storm that could do a lot of damage if it’s not controlled.   “Frida. That’s a beautiful name.”   He takes a few steps forward, in front of her completely now. And the ground starts SHAKING — that explains what popped up on Cisco’s radar earlier. So definitely some kind of metahuman.   “Hey, hey. Look at me, it’s okay, just breathe. I’m with the police, we’re here to keep you SAFE.”   Barry hesitates, but he throws caution out of the window as he reached forward, grabbing on to her hands as gently as he can. Stabilizing her, hopefully. He’s done it before to help — touch is his natural response.   “Just breathe. No one’s going to hurt you, and we’re going to help you get back to your family. I PROMISE.”

         “I was named to honour my Aunt Freya.” Frida does not know much about the person her aunt was, as she died as just a child - but she knew her father loved her deeply. Frida swallows hard, and forces herself to look up at the man. At Barry. “Po-lice?” She repeats the word. He says it like it should MEAN SOMETHING, but it doesn’t. Nothing does. When he grabs hold of her hands, she looks down and stares at his hands. She tries to focus on them, and SLOWLY breathes in, and then out. “I might hurt YOU.” she says after a long quiet moment. “I can’t CONTROL it.” She shakes her head. There is something WRONG with her magic; something wrong with everything.

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           STARTER CALL 

     might be a one liner, might be para. if i can’t think of anything i may jump into your ims to plot! multi’s please specify your muse! mutuals only!

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“Technically, yes.” He stopped to look at the girl from where he sat against the wall. Was that really what they were referring to him by, now? “Oh, on the contrary, it was very comfortable,” he said with due sarcasm that showed through his smile and lifting of his brow. He smiled more honestly. “No, it was not. Five hundred years in a box does such horrible things to one such as myself,” he said stretching just a bit along that wall. “ What is your name? I certainly have not met everyone around here, but you I would have remembered.”

       “I can only imagine.” She was asleep for... a long long time, but at least she hadn’t been locked in a box - aware. Had he been aware? It sounded like it. It sounded like a horrible fate. No one deserved that. “Frida.” She blinked at his words, and tilted her head. “I am one witch, out of quite a few witches here. I’m sure we would all blend together after meeting enough of us.” She said with a slight shrug. “But you’re right. We haven’t met.”

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MY MAIN VERSES

THE ORIGINALS: set post s2 of the originals; with dahlia’s death the spell on frida is lifted and she wakes up. lost and confused, she wanders around until freya tracks her down, being able to sense the first born mikaelson magic. to be used during to s3 and upwards

LEGACIES: set during legacies, the spell slowly lifts over the years since dahlia’s death and finally frida fully awakens. instead of being found by a mikaelson, she is instead found by someone who works at the salvatore school and is taken there, thinking she’s just a witch with no control of her magic.

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STARTER CALL // @fcmilysacrificed​

         She hadn’t agreed when Hayley had told her to stay behind. She knew Hayley would need all the help she could get, but there was no changing her mind, so Frida was forced to stay behind while Hayley woke up their family. Frida did not mind spending time with her little cousin, of course, but she wanted to BE THERE. Instead she waited, and waited, and waited. It was late, days later, Hope was asleep, when she finally heard them enter. Quietly, she made her way downstairs, and peered around the corner. She saw Hayley, then Uncle Elijah, Aunt Rebekah, Uncle Kol, Uncle Klaus and then Aunt Freya. She let out a soft sigh of relief, and kept watching them. Her eyes met with Freya’s, and she gave the elder witch a small smile, but stayed where she was.

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“There is SO MUCH to ‘get the hang of.’ I feel like I never will.” 

“I hate English. What a stupid language.”

careful frida, your finn is showing