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Kolviður (Kol). Character inspired by the Vampire Diaries but heavily divergent. Dark themes. Google Docs. Selective, but always happy to plot :-)
「 RP MEME : THE PATH FROM EMOJIS TO STARTERS - SPOOKY SEASON EDITION . 」 * change pronouns as needed. [ MINE / YOURS ] depends on the receiver.
👹 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run into [ MINE / YOURS ] at a costume party.
👻 - for our muses to go ghost-hunting together.
💀 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to visit [ MINE / YOURS ] as a ghost.
🩸 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to run up to [ MINE / YOURS ] covered in blood.
🧟 - for our muses to be trapped in a zombie apocalypse together.
🧛 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to find out that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a vampire.
🧙 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to place a spell on [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🦹 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to show off their costume to [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🦸 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to dress up as a [ HERO OF YOUR CHOICE ] with [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🕷 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to scare [ MINE / YOURS ] with a spider.
🕸 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to save [ MINE / YOURS ] from a giant spider’s web.
🌕 - for our muses to sit beneath a full moon together.
🏠 - for our muses to visit a haunted house together.
🎡 - for our muses to visit a haunted carnival together.
🧪 - for our muses to be trapped in an evil scientist’s liar together.
🪦 - for our muses to visit a graveyard together at night.
⚰️ - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] rise from the dead.
🪓 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to chase [ MINE / YOURS ] with an axe.
☎️ - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to anonymously called [ MINE / YOURS. ]
🎃 - for our muses to carve pumpkins together.
🦇 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to watch [ MINE / YOURS ] turn into a bat.
🐺 - for [ YOUR / MY ] muse to discover that [ MINE / YOURS ] is a werewolf.
Annie lifted up her hands, taking a few steps back as he walked towards her, shaking her head in a slow motion. "Or—Or call me crazy, maybe we... find someone else?"
She knew she didn't stand a chance against him if he actually decided to attack, so she was mentally crossing her fingers that he'd change his mind. "I mean—There's got to be at least one other option.. right?"
❛❛ Somebody else? Come on, sweetheart — look around. ❜❜ Kolviður continued her way with a widening grin, menacing and sharp. His boots sloshed through the crimson river beneath his feet, each step unhurried and purposeful. ❛❛ You should be flattered, love. ❜❜ The distance between them had been reduced to nothing as his hand shot out, curling beneath Annie's chin to force her eyes to meet his — the crooked expression on his cheeks was amused by her discomfort. ❛❛ I saved the best for last. ❜❜
Always wear your mind like a crown, it’s the greatest weapon.
Y.C. Jumalon (via ycjumalon)
Danielle Campbell as DAVINA CLAIRE
THE ORIGINALS S02E01 - Rebirth
❝ Everything has come full circle. ❞
The unknown man stood with a straight spine, bold enough to make himself known just as the last two mortals fell lifeless — the deceased totalled two dozen. ❛❛ Guess we've got room for one more, ❜❜ Kol grinned before his eyes narrowed on the figure... There was something strangely familiar about him, which made the vampire incredibly suspicious. ❛❛ Have we met before? I'd like to clarify before I tear out your guts... ❜❜
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@devilfated / send me 💭 or CORE MEMORY! for me to write about what my muse remembers about the day they first met your muse. ♡
The hunger, the burning, the violent rebirth as a demon... Mortality bled out of me & I was reborn a vicious, endlessly hungry monster. When my eyes first opened to new world, brighter, louder, less vulnerable, it was Niklaus who stood beside me. My new immortal brother was a force of nature, Mikael had said — the kind that drowns men in their own blood & doesn't blink twice. I had been given to him, not as an equal but as a ward, a responsibility, a possession. Dread, that my own survival had been linked to a predator whose reputation already eclipsed my fledgling existence.
Niklaus was every horror story I had heard; volatile, dangerous, untrustworthy. He treated all others with contempt, but even after we tore apart a tribe and bloodied our clothes, my newfound brother looked at me with a gentle side that stood in contrast to his reputation. Subtle feedback that landed softly, a protective tone when he spoke to Mikael about our progress, the restless pull I felt dragging me in his direction... To be claimed by him and to be shaped by him was both a curse and a privilege. I ached for his approval, in that moment. I swore that if I was to survive this decade, at best, I would not be forgotten. Niklaus is the reason I am what I am today.
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski
"YOU'RE GOING DOWN A PATH I CAN'T FOLLOW" PROMPTS * assorted dialogue for that moment when the person you care about is doing things you just can't accept, adjust as necessary
you've crossed a line.
it ends here.
i'm not going to be with you for the rest of this journey.
you're going down a path i can't follow.
i think this is the end of the line for us.
i can't take any more of this.
don't you trust me?
i've told you time and time again, this isn't you.
who are you doing this for?
if you continue acting like this, i'm leaving.
i will never forgive you for what you've done.
i've always been your biggest supporter, but this? i can't condone this.
you've lost me.
you're not who i thought you were.
there were signs, and i just didn't see them.
they tried to warn me about you, but i just didn't listen.
that wasn't a mistake. that was a choice.
so this is it, then?
you're not going to apologize?
i never thought you were that type of person.
you could have been better.
this is where we part ways.
don't you see? i'm doing this for you.
i can make things better if you just trust me.
i've trusted you far enough.
i can't cosign this behavior.
you've gone way too far.
you're just jealous of my accomplishments.
you just want to stifle my greatness.
i see darkness in you.
this is far too dangerous for me.
i'm going the other way.
i will not sit here and watch you do this.
you're going to have to go through me.
this could have gone better.
i don't want to hurt you.
what did they tell you? it was all lies!
the choices we make have consequences.
and to think, i really believed in you.
after all this time, you're leaving me?
i thought we had something special.
now i realize it was all a fantasy.
when you crossed that line, you lost me.
that's not something we can come back from.
i'm not just going to forgive you for what you did.
there are some things that just can't be forgiven.
i warned you multiple times where my limits where.
you have no regard for boundaries.
goodbye, old friend.
you will never see me again.
have fun on your journey without me.
nothing will make this right.
there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise. my mind is made up.
i should have left you a long time ago.
PROMPTS FROM MARY OLIVER'S POETRY * assorted lines from assorted poems, some slightly adjusted to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary
you do not have to be good.
ordinarily, i go to the woods alone.
when i am alone i can become invisible.
if you have ever gone to the woods with me, i must love you very much.
have you too gone crazy for power, for things?
have you too turned from this world?
do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you as the sun reaches out?
do they love their life?
don't worry, i'll bring you back, and i do.
i refuse to think to such a conclusion.
too terrible it would be, to be wrong.
in the night, i heard a sound outside the door.
would it be friendly too?
i stepped outside. it was gone.
one day you finally knew what you had to do.
you didn't stop.
trees, i think, are the most beautiful forms on the earth.
oh, i could not have said it better.
do you have time to linger for just a little while?
see who can sing the highest note.
believe us, they say.
it is a serious thing just to be alive.
i beg of you, do not walk by without pausing.
it could mean something.
it could mean everything.
you must change your life.
someone i loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
it took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
tell me about despair, yours, and i will tell you mine.
whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination.
what's it going to be like?
you watch, and you try, but you simply can't imagine how they do it.
they are full of gorgeous life.
ah, what lessons you prepare for us.
i am thinking now of grief, of getting past it.
i feel my boots trying to leave the ground.
i feel my heart pumping hard.
i want to think again of dangerous and noble things.
i look upon time as no more than an idea.
when it's over, i want to say all my life i was a bride married to amazement.
we all know how that one goes, don't we?
i wanted to be able to love.
you don't want to hear the story of my life, and anyway i don't want to tell it.
it's the same old story, a few people just trying, one way or another, to survive.
did you feel it in your heart?
have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
have you changed your life?
did you see it, finally, just under the clouds?
some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide.
you know what a smile means, don't you?
i wanted the past to go away.
when it's over, i don't want to wonder if i have made of my life something particular, and real.
i don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
i wanted to leave it, like another country.
i wanted to hurry into the work of my life.
i was alive for a little while.
mostly, i want to be kind.
nobody, of course, is kind or mean for a simple reason.
if they don't waste time looking for an easier world, they can do it.
i want to be improbable, beautiful, and afraid of nothing as though i had wings.
who made the world?
i don't know exactly what a prayer is.
i do know how to pay attention.
tell me, what else should i have done?
doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life.
this isn't a contest, but the doorway into thanks.
just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate.
i suppose that sometime we will learn everything there is to learn.
of course, i could be wrong.
it is heaven itself to take what is given, to see what is plain.
what do i know?
there is a thing in me that dreamed of trees.
i would have time, i thought, and time to spare.
then it came to me.
im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. ill fucking kill you
unfortunately i could never be nonchalant because i am not well in the head and also my soul is on fire