pretty d e v i l.

shut your eyes, pretty devil. an angel would fall for you. you're not good, though you wanted to be. and you'll never be the same. time's passing, you're still here. the one and only demon of blood. the monster is you, but you're not a monster. behind your eyes, there's something more. black eyes don't belong to you, but your soul is flawed. your heart is pure, and so is your mind. keep g o i n g, my pretty soul. independent roleplay blog for bonnie bennett in the vampire diaries, welcomes crossovers, mun and muse eighteen+. please read the rules, etc. bonnie bennett. nineteen. witch.

[harrywantsababy]

why do people look so shocked when food falls into your cleavage but you eat it anyway like “oh no this grape has been spoiled by my bosom better throw it away” fuck no i’m gonna eat that boobie grape

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hi, i'm back from my sudden hiatus. sorry for leaving so suddenly, college and work take up so much of my time. 

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I'm so sorry guys, my internet broke last Saturday and it's only been fixed now, I'm back now and I'll be replying when I can. I have a massive pile of homework so it may take a while to get to my drafts. If you want to plot, just message me. 

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i'll be on tomorrow, i've been swamped with college work so if anyone wants to jump into my askbox to plot for this verse -- go ahead!

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miracle child;

just a girl with something special. independent roleplay and ask blog for the child from the...

[mister-comedy]

[clairbeauchamp-deactivated20180]

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stellagibsoning:

après moi, le déluge; songs for queens without thrones clutching desperately at the ruins of their kingdom, madly clawing at those who try to pry the crowns from their heads

i. bones / ms mr ii. après moi / regina spektor iii. broken crown / mumford & sons iv. seven devils / florence + the machine v. daniel in the den / bastille vi. royals / lorde vii. riot rhythm / sleigh bells viii. leave my body / florence + the machine ix. darken her horse / austra

[listen]

[prettydiabolus-blog]

I'll be account hoping today, if I'm not on here I'll probably be on my Rebekah or Hayley. 

[imagineyuorotp]

imagine your otp punching each other right in the face

[yourpreciousrebekah]

rebekah + waltzing up like a greek goddess

[prettydiabolus-blog]

no offense but i want to set you on fire

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[thecenturionwhowillnotwait-deac]

Reblog if I can send you darker starters.

[anon-loki]

[pucksout]

Wait, where are the notes?

[ask-the-ender-baby-deactivated2]

OMG so true

[darnerdemons-deactivated2013100]

guys look at where the notes should be.

[teamdesolate-blog]

What the fuck?

[darnerdemons-deactivated2013100]

notes be gone.

[galaxyacero]

…holy shit. the notes are gone.

[thedragonfandom-deactivated2018]

WE BROKE THE NOTES COUNTER

[mindifimoveincloser]

I HIT “LIKE” AND I GOT AN ERROR MESSAGE

[nikktheconqueerer]

[getlostanddream]

we broke tumblr again

[foreverlostuntilfound]

"I have come to believe that caring for myself is not self indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival."

- Audre Lorde (via foreverlostuntilfound)

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drink. | vampwithabat.

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   There, he thought as he felt the blood slide down her throat, into her system. There, now she was safe. Well, not entirely. But he had needed to make sure of.. of what? Not losing her? That was a valid enough excuse, right?

   Just twenty-four hours. He needed to make sure she was safe for that long. Not that hard.. unless she wandered away. Looked.. blood on her looked ill-suiting. She was supposed to be clear faced. Without blood. In a black dress. Those lovely shoulders exposed, perhaps her hair—oops, he was getting the cold eyes.

   ”The right?” Since when was he supposed to explain himself? How was he supposed to blame his actions on paranoia and even—dare he say it?—concern for her? Something simply felt off. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

  Oh yeah. She was pissed. Rightly so. But she would be fine. Right? He just had to protect her. No problem whatsoever.

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                   "Try me." Her voice was hard, cold and it had a dark edge to it. The usual soft voice was gone, for now, and all she could feel was the rage inside of her, slowly building up with each passing second. 

                    She didn't want to have to worry about becoming a vampire on top of the other things she had to worry about, she would rather die and stay dead than be something she never wanted to be. But as she once said, we don't always get what we want. A rational part of her thought it might be good if she had to worry about her life, she often dismissed her own life for others and only this time, if she dismissed it -- she would become a vampire. No longer a witch and she seen how that effected her mother, not being able to feel the magic around her would tear her apart.

                   It was twisted, she didn't want to be a witch when she first found out however now she couldn't imagine herself not being a witch. She had become so dependent on her magic because it was the only way she could help her friends, her vampire friends. She didn't want to be one of them, as much as she cared for her friends -- being a vampire was never an option for the young Bennett witch.

                  Her hands tangled through her hair as she sighed, taking a deep breath. The rage was not alone, her rage was a mixture of rage, hurt and fear. The sort of rage that makes a person confused about how they are feeling, tears rose in her eyes and she fought hard to make sure no tears fell. "You're an idiot." She mumbled as a tear rolled down her cheek. 

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Lennon: Where are they?

Me: At the doctors.

Lennon: Oh no, ach.

Lennon: Where are they?

Lennon: Where are they?

Lennon: Where are they?