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INTERACTION REQUESTED: @oppressi

❛ do pray tell as to what brings you over to my den, dear sister. ❜ HE, FAMINE. & as silent as death. he is not soft in tone as speaks to her, more brutal than hard, more god than monster. ❛ if you’re spying for nik, — well, tell him i would hate to repeat history by sabotaging his current affairs. ❜ he chimes, head tilting.

#oppressi #004. — OPPRESSI. / 01.#005. — SHORT. / SCRIPT.#003. — I. CHAOS. / V. REGULAR.#this is.. late.. i'm sorry lmao

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#i am here & ready to kick ass.#002. — SOMETIMES HOMICIDAL. / WRITER.

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#002. — WILD BLOOD. / REFLECT.#kol always doing the extra & the most.

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HOMICIDAL. feel free to ♡ this for a STARTER ! i may or may not come to you for plotting / inquiring if needed honestly, i’m not promising anything. though, i am encouraging you to come forward if you’d like to built something up wild™ just im or add me on dis/cord @ ina # 5905.

#i'm gonna do these tomorrow i had family over all day pls kill me!!! me @ kol: come choke me to death.#SELF REBLOG.

HOMICIDAL. feel free to ♡ this for a STARTER ! i may or may not come to you for plotting / inquiring if needed honestly, i’m not promising anything. though, i am encouraging you to come forward if you’d like to built something up wild™ just im or add me on dis/cord @ ina # 5905.

#002. — STARTER CALL.#you'd have a better chance to get a hold on me on dis/cord but if you want to im do it on my dean lmao.#i'm not logged on this account on my phone rip.#002. — SOMETIMES HOMICIDAL. / WRITER.

I. FANGED. / SILKBLED.

❛ DO I HAVE SOMETHING ON MY FACE ? ❜ a crinkle in her brows presented her dubiety heavily, dark hues narrowed as she observed the stranger from aloft the clay demitasse cradled ‘tween her dainty digits. the balmy haze of the bittersweet liquid fanning over her color bloomed cheeks, brimming her nostrils ‘till the aroma was all she could detect from her bustling surroundings. a small pleasure she indulged in from time to time. one she had earned at day’s end. ❛ do i know you ? ❜ her timbre soft, spiced with warmth dispite the uneasy that had arose in the pitting of her belly.

⋆ ⋆ ♡’D / @mkaelson .

❛ low & behold — & who might you be ? ❜ he, a death sentence. he speaks with an old time fever, faux interest woven into syllables & sinews. how he flows like a river of dark wine as he steps forward. the snake & fox, a viking born prince made pagan child. he’s stained dark in his cinders with nordic salt as he holds her gaze but doesn’t wait for an answer. ❛ — you know what, doesn’t matter. though, unfortunately for you, you’re about to have your head ripped off. trust me, darling. you’d rather it be me than my brother. ❜ rotted like sun-tainted meat. he, barren from magnanimity. blessed be in thy name & death.

#silkbled #004. — SILKBLED. / 01.#003. — I. CHAOS. / V. REGULAR.#005. — SHORT. / SCRIPT.#me omfg. my son since 2013 honestly.#kol has had it with doppelgangers.

001. wherever the war tanks in their mineral tableau / amble as titans to slaughter / nest its wefts as wasps do thorns / lip the brim of its slim oasis 002. pluck honeycombs out of the alphabet / save me your sabbath / save me souks of black olives 003. YOU ARE DEATH / you are desire / its extempore / its lung / its liquor / its tongue cocked / its eyes spellbound. autoplay warning !

#kol mikaelson rp #tvd rp #indie rp #002. — SELF. / PROMOTION.#yes hello hi i'm back

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#002. — WHEN YOU BURN. YOU BLEACH. / CHAR. STUDY.

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so, here you are too foreign for home too foreign for here. never enough for both.

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#lol alright.#002. — WHEN YOU BURN. YOU BLEACH. / CHAR. STUDY.

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#002. — WHEN YOU BURN. YOU BLEACH. / CHAR. STUDY.

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Describe the color red without using the word red.

Red [red]

noun

1. Murder on the sidewalk. My mother’s favorite cherry candy. The sun at ten p.m. on a summer night. Warning, danger. Warning, I love you. Warning, heart like the bloodiest thing you’ve ever seen. Roses. Cranberries. Fire on a beach, fueled with booze and brandy. Fire in an apartment building, fueled with booze and brandy. Fire in your throat. Fire behind your teeth.

2. Her mouth when she kisses you and it tastes like someone else.

#002. — WHEN YOU BURN. YOU BLEACH. / CHAR. STUDY.

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MEME. / ACCEPTING.

the salted earth of scandinavia still calls to him in spirit ; he, brought up with cold stomachs & the travels across the sea. they were mountain children, now birthed onto new foreign lands as they carved & kicked into the shape of their parents. he still remembers cold winter nights where his dark eyes never left his mother’s, looking her dead in the eye with the beginning of a fire ball in the palm of his hand. he, the witch of the gods, resembling dark soil. he's still fresh from spring-water & the after-taste of berries. yet, he doesn't falther & with myrrh, challenges his mother’s disapproving face. he could smell his skin burning, fingertips tingling with magick, blazing away his purity. he rots, like meat left out too long in the sun. how the edge of his lips were brought up into a REBELLIOUS grin.

❛ you have the blood of the VIKINGS. ❜ his mother abruptly tells him with sharp eyes, her mouth tugged into a stern leash as her hands were nestled within his sister’s hair. ❛ carry it well ; it comes a certain hardness, a coldness. ❜ she was right. they were human, starved & shivering & happy. & amidst the forest, with his feet running behind the blur of his youngest sibling, he could still hear her norse laughter & her stern tone. ❛ i’m warning you. do not touch magic so easily, child. the gods have become too vicious. ❜

fallen on deaf ears as his heart / tongue carves a blood sacrifice near an apple-tree. & he slips behind a cave where their names are bone-marked into the wall. he turns HARD & BRUTAL. never soft, strong as a bear, an untamed beast, a pagan child, distorted in its nectar. & with his bones jutting out from under his skin, he smiles, the chemicals in his blood running wild.

it was in his blood, in his name. DARK.