* soft / 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺

[havocbled]

solcsta:

@havocbled - Hayley and Klaus 

Hayley had been at the bar for a couple of hours now - previously dancing on top of the bar as the alcohol seeped into her system. She didn’t really know why but she was always comfortable around the people that went to bars, happily accepting them for who they were and appreciating the fact that she wasn’t the only person who wanted to escape reality for a while, and not think. She smirked when she saw a familiar head sitting strategically in the corner of the room by the dart board, and tilted her head. The alcohol lowered any inhibitions she would normally have as she grabbed a dart from the bucket and aimed it at the dartboard, trying to grab his attention as soon as the dart hit the center target flawlessly.

“Well if it isn’t the self-proclaimed King. Welcome back to the bar, your majesty.” she called out, folding her arms over her chest and smirking at Klaus Mikaelson’s handsome features. 

                       HE’S  DRINKING  IN  SILENCE,  the  only  peace  he  can  obtain  anymore.  it’s  lucky  enough  he’s  been  alone  for  as  long  as  he  has,  as  someone  usually  bothers  him  by  then.  as  if  a  touch  of  magic  from  the  devil  himself,  he’s  interrupted.  not  by  anyone  he’d  consider  a  nuisance,  though,  but  by  hayley  marshall  herself.  she’s  a  mystery,  but  hardly  one  he’d  turn  away.  in  fact,  he  finds  himself  more  curious  every  time  she’s  in  his  presence.  his  gaze  shifts,  for  a  moment,  to  admire  the  near  perfect  hand  eye  ordination.  the  hybrid  grins  and  takes  another  sip  of  his  drink.    ❝    thank  you,  love,    ❞    klaus  lets  his  feet  slip  off  the  chair  opposite  of  him,  nodding  for  her  to  sit.    ❝    if  you’re  going  to  address  me  as  a  king,  it  would  be  more  fitting  to  bow.    ❞

[havocbled]

coruscvnts:

                    WITH  HER  BREATHING  LABORED  ,  LENNON  IS  finally  able  to  catch  her  breath  when  thor  comes  to  an  abrupt  stop  in  front  of  the  man  .  she  offers  him  a  smile  ,  an  apologetic  one  .  but  when  he  dismisses  her  dog’s  naughty  behavior  ,  she  feels  more  at  ease  .      ❝  oh  !  that’s  good  then  .  i  was  afraid  we’d  have  to  swap  insurances  or  something  .  ❞      leaning  down  to  pick  up  his  leash  ,  she’s  surprised  to  see  him  still  fawning  over  the  man  .  the  man  seemed  familiar  .      ❝  have  we  …  met  ?  or  maybe  you  just  have  one  of  those  familiar  faces  that  everyone  thinks  they’ve  met  before  .  either  way  ,  thanks  for  catching  my  dog  .  i’m  lennon  ,  by  the  way  !  ❞

                      SHE’S  SURELY  A  TALKATIVE  ONE.  he  figures  she’d  be  loud  if  he  decided  to  sink  his  teeth  into  her  neck.  though,  with  his  gaze  set  on  the  children  in  the  stroller,  the  idea  sounds  less  appealing  to  him.  his  own  parents  destroyed  him  and  they  were  in  his  life...  surely,  he  hopes,  she’s  a  good  mother.  the  woman  even  reeks  of  dog,  but  not  like  the  animal  she’s  suddenly  focused  on.  no,  that’s  the  smell  of  a  shapeshifter.  all  smells  are  different,  distinct,  and  after  thousands  of  years  he  knows  them  better  than  he’d  like.  she’s  human,  that  enough  is  clear,  but  the  young  ones...  he  suspects  they’ll  grow  up  to  share  that  particular  scent.    ❝    mmm,  no  need,    ❞    as  if  he  had  insurance.    ❝    i  can’t  imagine  we  have...  i’d  remember  your  face.    ❞    the  hybrid  grins,  flashing  his  teeth.    ❝    lennon,  it’s  a  pleasure.  my  name  is  klaus.    ❞    he  waits  a  moment,  seeing  if  it  means  anything  to  her.    ❝    are  they  yours  ??    ❞

[jamesrhodey]

#🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[havocbled]

golldenheart:

   quinn looked at the painting in front of her, standing in the on the edge of the forest in her paint-splattered overalls. she had intended to paint the scene but instead, her canvas was a pretty mess of dark colors. it looked like the faded dystopia of the other side, the one thing that had been clouding her head ever since she got back. she couldn’t eat or sleep, her mind always going back to what she went through. she felt bad about how she was reacting, she wasn’t the only person going through this in the town but coming back from the dead had changed the child of the moon and she didn’t know how to fix it. she almost didn’t notice the other person standing there as her green hues met theirs. a polite smile crossed her lips, feeling suddenly exposed as they could see her art. “I was feeling a bit angsty today I suppose,” she tried to play it off light-heartedly but the bags under her eyes gave away her exhaustion, “can I help you with something?”  

                    THERE  IT  IS,  there’s  the  anger  she’s  been  waiting  for.  since  she  found  out,  since  she  discovered  the  truth,  she’s  been  avoiding  it.  no  talking,  no  thinking,  just  distractions.  she  knows  the  seven  stages  of  grief  but  she  wonders  how  long  it  takes  to  go  through  them.  as  long  as  she  wants,  she  figures.  their  pain  is  not  a  competition  and  she  knows  that  but  watching  quinn,  watching  her  be  mad  when  there’s  no  reason  for  her  to  be...  it  stirs  something  in  violet.  it’s  jealousy,  she  knows  it  is,  but  she  can’t  help  the  way  she  feels.  her  hands  are  folded  together,  expression  blank  as  she  stares  at  quinn.  she  hoped  this  would  help,  seeing  one  of  her  favorite  people...  and  yet,  all  she  feels  is  angry.  it’s  not  her  fault,  this  isn’t  her  fault,  violet  thinks.    ❝    you  haven’t  slept,    ❞    she  notes,  noticing  the  similar  structure  in  her  best  friend.  violet  can’t  sleep,  keeps  seeing  her  name  smeared  in  blood  on  her  walls.    ❝    you’re  back  and  that’s  all  you  can  think  about  ?    ❞    her  words  come  off  more  cold  than  sympathetic,  even  though  she’s  trying.  she’s  failing.

[havocbled]

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” / vi & jemima.

                    VIOLET  NEARLY  SCOFFS  at  her  friend,  leaning  across  the  table.    ❝    you  should  enjoy  this,    ❞    she  persuades,  nearly  taking  jemima’s  hands  before  she  realizes  it  could  give  herself  away.    ❝    you’re  worried  about  it  all  disappearing  again…  about  things  getting  bad,  but  right  now  ??  they’re  good.    ❞    good  for  one  of  them,  at  least.    ❝    kim  is  back,  you’re…  well,  are  you…    ❞   she  nearly  asks  if  the  girl  is  in  love,  but  chooses  a  different  collection  of  words.    ❝    you’re  with  someone.  that’s  good,  it’s  good…  enjoy  it.    ❞    enjoy  it  while  she  could.

[havocbled]

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” / vi & kalei.

                   HER  FACE  LIGHTS  UP  into  an  enormous  smile,  unable  to  help  the  giggling  that  follows.  summer  in  forks  is  never  truly  summer,  not  with  the  harsh  winds  and  cold  nights  that  still  accompany  the  season.  she  desires  the  warmth  and  the  sun  on  her  face,  yet  instead,  violet  finds  herself  wrapped  up  in  one  of  kalei’s  hoodies.  her  own  mistake  for  leaving  it  in  her  bedroom  the  night  before.    ❝    what,  are  you  gonna  rip  it  off  of  me  ?    ❞    it’s  only  after  she  speaks  that  she  hears  the  sexual  innuendo  within  her  words,  causing  her  to  giggle  even  more.    ❝    pleeeeease,  kal,  it’s  so  soft  and  it’s  gonna  be  cold  tonight  anyway.  if  you  can  keep  me  warm,  maybe  i’ll  consider  giving  this  back  to  you…  maybe.    ❞

[havocbled]

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” / tilly & vi !

                    THERE’S  A  SHARP  BREATH  and  a  slight  pause  as  violet  can’t  fight  off  the  blood  rushing  to  her  cheeks,  but  god  she  wishes  she  could.  after  the  slight  brushing  of  tilly’s  hand,  she  knew  her  suspicions  weren’t  just  in  her  head.  she  was  curious,  thought  the  girl  would  laugh  at  her  rather  than  anything  else…  but,  no.    ❝    oh,    ❞    is  all  she’s  able  to  get  out  at  first.  she  feels  like  perhaps  her  knees  will  buckle  from  her  nerves.  there’s  no  doubt  that  she  likes  the  flirting,  the  feeling  of  being  wanted,  the  chills  that  a  simple  touch  sends  up  her  spine…  but  she’s  at  a  loss  for  words.  instead,  rather  than  saying  anything  at  all,  she  simply  smiles.

[havocbled]

“I think I just ripped my pants.” / len & vi !

                     SHE  HAS  NO  PLACE  AT  THE  HOSPITAL  ANYMORE.  her  excuse  used  to  be  she  was  visiting  her  mother,  which  she  was  usually  bringing  her  food  anyway,  but  now…  now,  there’s  nothing.  there’s  no  reason.  lately  she’s  been  wondering,  questioning  if  her  medical  desires  should  be  taken  in  a  different  direction…  a  direction  of  being  a  doctor.  even  that  seemed  like  a  pipe  dream,  what  with  her  failing  last  semester.  she’ll  be  lucky  if  she  isn’t  kicked  out.  still,  she’s  roaming…  old  habits  die  hard,  apparently.  even  if  she’s  barely  told  anyone,  violet  figures  they’ll  catch  on  when  she  doesn’t  show  up  to  work.    ❝    oh,  hold  on,  i  know  where  my  mom  —    ❞    she  stops,  horrified  at  her  own  words.  violet  clenches  her  jaw,  forcing  a  painful  smile.    ❝    i’ll  go  find  another  pair.    ❞

[havocbled]

“Are we on a date right now?” / Sybil—Violet

                   THE  WORD  ALMOST  CAUSES  HER  to  spit  out  her  drink,  but  she  manages.  it’s…  confusing,  to  say  the  least.  violet  isn’t  quite  sure  what  they  are  or  what  they’re  doing.  she  leans  back  in  her  seat,  subtly  avoiding  eye  contact,  wondering  how  to  respond.  of  course  she’d  like  it  to  be  —  she  likes  sybil  and  the  girl  is  beautiful.  is  that  what  she  wants,  though  ?  if  violet  answers  with  yes,  will  the  other  get  up  and  leave  ?  even  the  thought  of  them  being  on  a  date  makes  her  even  more  nervous  than  she  already  was.  her  heart  is  pounding  and  it’s  lucky  enough  she  could  even  hear  sybil  speaking.    ❝    i  don’t  know,    ❞   an  honest  answer,  one  that  seems  as  if  it’s  the  safest  bet.    ❝    would…  would  you  want  to  be  ?    ❞

[honeyboychangbin]

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.” 

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

[havocbled]

the-wilytroublemaker:

now that minnie was staying at the mansion kol wanted to make sure that his siblings were on their best behavior, or with his half brother as close as possible to that. he knew as a witch minnie could somewhat take care of herself but he refused to lose her again. that was why he found himself knocking on klaus’ door and waiting, arms folded across his chest. “brother. it’s your favourite sibling. open up.” @havocbled

                   HIS  TRACK  RECORD  WITH  THE  SIGNIFICANT  OTHERS  his  siblings  bring  home  certainly  proceeds  him.  they  usually  end  up  dead  by  the  hybrid’s  hands,  or  in  kind  circumstances,  end  up  missing  or  having  seemingly  abandoned  their  mikaelson  lover.  it’s  no  different  for  the  witch  his  brother  has  let  barge  into  their  home.  in  combination  with  his  general  distrust  of  others,  his  hatred  for  crafty  witches  and  the  poor  choice  of  loved  ones  his  siblings  chose,  klaus  was  not  a  fan  of  minnie.    ❝    hardly  my  favorite  sibling  at  the  moment,    ❞    he  declares,  his  door  swinging  open.    ❝    besides  our  mother’s  favorite  son,  a  missing  ‘lijah  and  rebekah,  and  a  sibling  who  has  let  his  lust  control  his  loyalty,  it  seems  as  if...  freya  has  become  my  favorite.  a  process  of  elimination,  really,    ❞    his  jaw  clenches,  eyeing  the  traitor  in  front  of  him.  where  had  he  put  kol’s  coffin  ??    ❝    but,  by  all  means,  how  may  i  help  you,  brother  ?    ❞

[havocbled]

to  my  anon  fan,  pls  watch  this  video

[havocbled]

closed   starter:   @flowerdsoul   (   maverick   gladstone.   )

                             SINCE  SHE’S  RETURNED,  violet  wants  to  pay  a  visit  to  everyone  she’s  missed  over  the  months  she’s  been  gone.  it’s  distracting  her  from  the  overwhelming  and  inevitable  sadness  she’ll  be  forced  to  feel  soon.  she  remembers  him  being  in  forks  one  day  and  gone  the  next,  thinking  it  was  good  for  him  to  get  away.  not  that  he  could  die  anyway,  but  it  was  safer  to  be  gone.  she  almost  doesn’t  notice  him  as  she  turns  around,  nearly  fleeing  from  the  store.    ❝    maverick  ?    ❞    violet  questions,  tilting  her  head  and  hoping  she’s  not  mistaken.    ❝    you’re  back  ?    ❞

[havocbled]

closed   starter:   (   anyone!   )

                       SHE’S  CLEANING  OFF  A  TABLE,  but  even  being  around  customers  is  dangerous.  though  someone  would  have  to  burn  the  building  down  to  force  her  to  leave,  she’s  doing  her  best  to  stay  out  of  the  dining  area.  for  most  of  the  day,  she’s  kept  to  the  kitchen  and  the  phones  for  carryout  orders.  since  it’s  later  in  the  night  and  they  only  have  a  few  people,  she  figures  she’ll  be  safe  enough  to  help  out.  that  is,  until  one  of  her  coworkers  ask  if  she  can  help  one  of  their  tables  while  they  run  to  the  bathroom.  unable  to  say  no,  she  nods,  nervously  approaching  the  customer.  violet  forces  a  smile,  hands  nervously  digging  into  her  pockets.    ❝    hi,  did you...  uh,  need  anything  ?  a  refill,  maybe  ?    ❞

[havocbled]

closed   starter:   @rcsebloods   (   parker   calhoun.   )

                        SHE’S  AT  A  LOSS  FOR  WORDS.  it’s  hard,  pretending  nothing’s  wrong,  as  if  her  mother  hasn’t  been  murdered  and  is  presumably  missing.  not  only  is  she  in  denial  that  the  woman  is  dead,  she  has  to  be  if  her  rotted  heart  was  left  in  a  box,  but  she’s  clueless  as  to  what  happened  or  where  the  body  ended  up.  there’s  no  answers  and  it’s  driving  her  crazy...  besides  the  inevitable  breakdown  when  she  accepts  what  happened.  instead,  she’s  working,  after  having  ignored  lucinda’s  efforts  to  send  her  home.  that’s  the  last  place  she  wants  to  be.  parker’s  face  has  given  her  the  motivation  to  at  least  serve,  instead  of  hiding  in  the  kitchen.    ❝    i’ll  be  honest,  i  don’t  remember  what  you  ordered  so  i  just  brought  you  a  couple  pieces  of  various  pies.    ❞

[havocbled]

jergilbrt:

there was a noticeable change around town ever since those who had disappeared — the vanished, the poofed, whatever they were being called — had returned.  jeremy knew it was impossible, but he couldn’t shut down the tiniest part of him that kept an eye out for those he had lost.  gone long before this disaster, there’d be no chance of a reunion for him.  and he’d learned to accept that, he was trying to cope with it a little bit better each day.  but goddamn it all, was it ever going to stop hurting?  he didn’t think so.  catching someone in his peripheral, jeremy rubbed any possible tears from his eyes and returned to his notes for …  chemistry.  “shit,”  he said, a little too loudly.  “i don’t even know what i don’t know.”

                            AFTER  BEING  GONE  FOR  SIX  MONTHS,  violet  came  back  to  what  seemed  like  a  different  world.  the  town  was  the  same  and  everyone  was  back...  well,  almost.  she  was  doing  her  best  to  ignore  what  had  happened  and  the  solution  to  that  was  to  distract  herself  as  much  as  possible.  as  long  as  she  wasn’t  alone  with  her  thoughts,  maybe  she’d  survive.  the  mention  of  school  causes  her  to  laugh,  more  of  an  awkward  one  than  anything.    ❝    i  can  help,  if  you  want.  most  of  my  major  includes  chemistry,  so,  i’m  kind  of  good  at  it.    ❞    she  gives  a  shrug,  nodding  at  his  textbook.    ❝    besides,  after  being  gone  so  long,  i’ll  probably  have  to  drop  out  of  college  so  i  might  as  well  put  this  knowledge  to  use  somewhere.    ❞

[havocbled]

flowerdsoul:

“ seriously, it’s just a coffee order.  “   celeste mutters with a fair exasperated groan. she tilts her head and flicks some hair from her face.   “  aren’t you minnie’s friend —  viola or something  ?   y’know what, i don’t even care and you’re taking too long.  “   she glances around the other girl, toward the counter.  “ one large coffee. black.  “     /   @havocbled.

                  AT  FIRST  GLANCE,  she  figures  the  familiar  redhead  approaching  the  counter  is  the  other,  nicer  twin.  violet  has  always  had  a  soft  spot  for  minnie  and  after  she  accidentally  injured  her,  she  feels  somewhat...  indebted  to  her.  however,  to  her  surprise,  it’s  celeste  ---  a  girl  she  hasn’t  seen  in  years.  it  throws  her  back,  for  a  moment,  causing  her  to  space  out.    ❝    my  name  is  violet,    ❞    the  girl  corrects,  placing  a  hand  on  her  coworker’s  arm  and  shaking  her  head.    ❝    and  i  can  get  that  for  you.  one  large  coffee,  black.    ❞    she  repeats,  grinning  through  her  annoyance.  perhaps  it’s  true  and  being  turned  into  a  vampire  does  make  you  a  bitch.  violet  turns  back  toward  the  counter,  pouring  fresh  coffee  from  the  pitcher  into  a  mug.  it  only  takes  her  a  minute  before  she’s  kindly  offering  the  drink  to  celeste,  forcing  a  smile.    ❝    that’ll  be  one  sixty  eight.    ❞