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I like you • You’re one of my best friends • You’re like family • You are family • I dislike you • I hate you • I’d kill you if I got the chance • I want you to like me • I’m scared of you • I’d date you • I’d sleep with you • I’d marry you • I respect you • I trust you • I feel protective of you • I’m hiding something from you • I’m envious of you • I look up to you • I think you’re a better person than me • I think I’m a better person than you • I want to apologize to you • I wish I’d never met you • I never want to forget you • I want to get to know you better • You’re fun • You’re boring • I would kill for you • I would protect you • I would hurt you for a selfish cause • I wish we had more in common • I want nothing to do with you • I want to see you cry • I want a future with you • I want to destroy your future • I am indifferent towards you • I want children with you • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I could fall in love with you • I would lie for you • I would fight by your side • I will never let you go • I would hold you while you cried • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms • I want to forget you • I will never forget you • I only want to make you proud • I wish I could make you happy • You deserve nothing • I will never forgive you • I would use you • You unsettle me • You annoy me • I pity you • You confuse me • I feel indifferent towards you • I am friends with you • I would hold your hand • I don’t know you • You have the biggest heart • You’re an asshole • You make me want to be better • You bring out the worst in me •

@damien-hunt

#damien-hunt

kinsxharper:

“The snow is certainly beautiful, but – I’m more worried about my plants than I am anything else.”

“If I’m being totally honest, the two give me equally insufferable headaches.”

#;kinsley;

clover-and-lovely:

“Don’t look at me. My parents sent me Bright Star for Chanukkah. That movie does things to my heart.”

“-I can’t help but be intrigued when other’s are upset, I wouldn’t know what that’s like...No heart...you see.”

#;josie;#ignore text

wnq-writers

She sins to forget that she has a heart.

Maram Rimawi

#;musings;

nora-cress:

It was Nora’s specialty – deflecting serious topics towards humor and lighter subjects. Especially when the serious topic was herself. “Oh, come on. I’m just messing around. Like you don’t make those kinds of jokes all the time, too.”

Mor quirked an eyebrow, emitting a laugh, and though she wasn’t convinced, she wasn’t going to press the issue - she didn’t even know the woman. “...Fair call. Now about these files...Is the only purpose I can serve your human-punching-bag-for-complaints, or would you like a coffee too?”

#;nora;

nora-cress:

A short, sharp laugh. “You say that like I don’t already actively sabotage my sleep cycles.”

Mor noticed the woman brush off the comment, make light of the situation, something she’d seen many women do before, herself included - and it rarely ended well. “I’m all for a little self-deprecation, but is it worth it?”

#;nora;#i weep

temperancegoldthwaite:

Temperance quite nearly rolled her eyes at the mention of flying but her head ticked towards the woman, “Most definitely. The only downside with swimming them over would be actually seeing my family which absolutely defeats my purpose of being in Canada.”

Mor understood that sure enough, though her departure had been centuries ago. Her interest was peaked by the girl, though she couldn’t exactly peg why...though a part of her was reminded of Dion, someone whom had now become a distant, painful memory. “Well, if like me, you were running away - living in the absolute middle of nowhere and being outnumbered by trees and wolves certainly is the place to start.”

#;temperance;#for ref dion was her tetra daughter of sorts a long time ago

damien-hunt:

“Permission? Hardly, though some women like that, it can be entertaining not being the predator all the time,” he made a wave of his hand as if to dismiss the idea, “There’s something about a small frame that can wield so much strength,” of course all of it was a charade, there was rarely a creature outside of an Original that could overpower him in his natural state. “No one like you though,” he added with an amused smile.

He never did pretend to be a complicated creature especially when it came to pleasures he indulged in. Danger excited him and he truly believed Mor was someone exciting, which was why he let the tetra pick at him with carefully crafted words. For the wicked woman, he had the patience of a saint…if the saint was a mischievous imp.

“What’s not to understand? Animals are simply better than humans,” his eyes lingered on her form as she stood up to stretch, “Werewolves and shapeshifters though, they’re mostly a curiosity for me.”

Following suit, Damien got up from his seat and languidly moved towards the two men; with the earlier compulsion, they ignored him as they continued to hit each other, their faces bloodied. With boredom etched on his face, the vampire placed his gloved hands on the back of their heads and smashed their faces together, so hard that it crushed the front of their skulls, the features of their faces turned to a bloody mush.

The two men were his fifth and sixth victims since arriving in Red Creek. Time taught him to never spill blood where he lived and yet the town teased him into giving in, its special nature of having all sorts of creatures running about, the strange magic that surrounded it and the seemingly nonchalant attitude people had about death was an aphrodisiac into making the age-old vampire lose control. Blood spattered on his pale cheek and he took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag before he spoke. “I don’t know about you darling, but I feel like bathing in blood,” he smirked.

Mor let out a laugh of bewilderment. “-Right, and didn’t anyone ever tell you flattery will get you nowhere? Or does that actually work on women...” Mor quipped, raising an eyebrow with simpering smile, before tilting her head at what followed, “-I’m not saying I disagree, but they’re one-and-the-same, if you ask me.” She rolled her eyes as Damien moved towards the men, and didn’t flinch at the blood shower that followed, eyes flickering down to the bloodied bodies before back up to his.

“-Always creating such a mess,” Mor said with a sigh. She reached a hand up to wipe at the splatters across his face, before turning it to inspect her now crimson fingertips with tired, uninterested eyes. “-Why’d you have to do that?” Her question came not as aversion to his act, but more disappointment that he’d put an end to it all so abruptly. Sure...she had always found the strength possessed by his kind impressive - truth be told, she was nothing if not a little envious of it - but she was slightly begrudged to have had no participation in the mens’ deaths. Though she’d made a few others since her move to the town - it was, after all, her greatest source of pleasure...But at the proposition that followed, the disappointment faded and Mor’s eyes instead widened with excitement, and she bought her bloodied thumb to her mouth, sucking on it thoughtfully at the idea. Over the centuries she had developed a...taste for blood - small quantities, nevertheless - not because she found the taste all that delectable (though she sometimes wished she were a vampire), but more because the act of tasting another’s blood felt so...victorious. “Well - now you’re talking, Damien...Two of my favourite things.”

#;damien;#have this terrible reply

nora-cress:

“Honestly, I go crazy if I don’t. Even if I somehow make none, I’ll spend a few hours second-guessing myself before I’m even close to content.”

“-You should learn to trust your instincts, trust yourself. Else you’ll end up your own worst enemy.”

#;nora;

otisdemarco:

‘ I bet you were that kid in school who prodded local wildlife with a stick for shits and giggles. ‘

“...I’m flattered you think so lowly of me, but when I was born, ‘schools’ didn’t exist and the education of women wasn’t very high on the priorities list. Though I expect it would have been far more entertaining to hit the other kids... and a stick wouldn’t have been my first choice of weapon.”

#;otis;

desmondvaughn:

“Not on my own property,” he quipped, a thick grin soon coming to splay across his features. He was calm, always calm, like a contraption devoid of everything but machine. If anybody wished to feel any threat, it should be anyone who dared go against him. “I’d much rather call it population control; don’t flatter yourself.” And before he could finish his sentence, gun was aimed towards her chest, sending off a round in the means to pierce a lung.

Just as Mor had opened her mouth to exact what would have been some snide reply, the sound of the gun in the man’s hand firing instead pierced the night air, rendering her breathless at the pain that followed and causing her to stumble backwards. The bullet had entered just below her ribcage, dangerously close to her lung and heart, a shot that would’ve likely killed her - that still could. Though this was not the first time she’d been shot, the pain always came as a shock, and while in all respect, she had asked him to shoot her, she hadn’t expected him to actually do it. “You fool-” It was all she could ground out, she wasn’t entirely sure whether it was directed towards him, or herself. She clenched her teeth, letting out a sharp breath, as she reached a hand to clutch her front where blood had begun to seep through, determined to not give him the satisfaction of seeing the extent of her pain. As happened when she most needed it, her senses pricked to a source of water nearby reminding her she needed to get to it, fast. Her mind set on one goal, she began to step away as she tried to shut out the pain, though uncertain as to whether he’d let her go - which would certainly complicate things.

#;desmond;

nora-cress:

“Honestly, I just need someone to complain to. It’s pretty much my fault for being sloppy, in the end.”

“You’re welcome to complain all you want. I get enough of it sitting at a desk all day. At least you’ve the mind to fix your mistakes.”

#;nora;

nora-cress:

“Well, there goes tonight’s sleep. Looks like I mixed up three files today, which means I’ll have to reorganize them before I can so much as think about going home.”

“-Well, who am I to ignore a woman in need. I’ll help if you tell me what to do.”

#;nora;#ignore the text #though thats probably relevant too

flynnriders

#;musings;#i cant stop laughing

kai--hunt:

“You know, this time of year is the most likely time for some sort of disaster to happen. The kind with a significant body count. Guess people just like wrecking the holiday, but I want a front row seat if it does happen.”

“-Really Kai? Thought you’d be more interesting in causing the ‘disaster’, not ‘watching’ it...Please don’t tell me you’ve gotten as boring as your brother....”

#;kai;

Hey, what about me? Oh, why you looking at me? Oh, why you looking at me?

#;playlist;

temperancegoldthwaite:

The brunette sighed loudly and slid her elbows against the counter as her hair formed a veil over her eyes. After a long pause she blew the hair out of her eyes. “Shipping packages overseas takes so much effort.”

Mor laughed, eyes shifting from the glass of wine in her hands to the brunette, raising an eyebrow at the girls obvious frustration. “-Quite...it’d be quicker to fly - or swim - them over yourself, wouldn’t you agree?”

#;temperance;

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