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Ok my loves! As I announced a few days ago, I’m re-consolidating my muses onto a new multimuse! A few muses from over here are making it, though almost all of them have had new blogs since. But anyways, the new blog is over here!
Ok my loves! As I announced a few days ago, I’m re-consolidating my muses onto a new multimuse! A few muses from over here are making it, though almost all of them have had new blogs since. But anyways, the new blog is over here!
So this is subject to change, but at this moment, I am highly considering revamping my multi (on a new account with a new url) and consolidating my once-again scattered muses there. If so, I’ll post a link to the new blog. The only muse who is currently here (excluding Jim, Aline, Sinclair, and Aurora who all ended up with their own blogs and who will all be transferred to the new multi) who I expect to carry over is Klaus. And potentially Mae, not that anyone cares about Mae anymore.
LOVE YOU KATYA & I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD HOLIDAY SINCE YOU POP IN & OUT ALL THE TIME ☃☃☃
ily so much trista okay. like even though I disappear and almost never respond to things, it makes me so happy to have you around and popping into my inbox when I do poke my head in and just… Ily so many and miss you!
Klonnie Appreciation Week - Day VI: Historical & Fairytale
Hades & Persephone
(with Qetsiyah as Demeter)
When I first started to take on Caius Martius, everything revolved around my mother: was she pleased with me or not, could I win status for us as a family unit, could she say she was proud to be a Roman and I was the embodiment of that? Then, of course, there was th fear that perhaps I couldn’t be all the things she said I was. But as I fought the wars she sent me to, I began to find my own identity. Among men’s bodies I not only felt fear, danger, anger, euphoria, but I liked feeling those emotions, I inhabited them, and I could feel reciprocal feeling from both fellow and enemy soldiers (something I never got from my mother – only approval or disapproval from her). (…) I chose a wife who said little, but would be a buffer between me and my mother. I had a son whom I left to the women to bring up – I was absent from his life, as my father had been absent from mine. My mother neither told me who my father was, nor mentioned what had happened to him. He was absent because he was not worthy of us. When I took the town of Corioli by myself and was granted the honorific Coriolanus … I knew I was my mother’s equal, and if I remained a warrior she could never diminish me again. But both she and Rome expected me to become a consul. (…) It meant playing politics, a role I knew I didn’t want to play; it mean compromise, not saying what I meant. It took away the identity I had forged (“Would you have me/ False to my nature? Rather say I play the man I am”). And my mother could insert her way into my political life in a way she could never do on the battlefield. The greatest love of my life was my greatest enemy, because twelve times we had fought body to body, in a world the two of us created, a world where the death of one or both was the end-gam. It was an ultimate intimacy. We were locked in perfect symmetry; neither could overcome the other, nor would we submit to the other. So, when I let my mother and Rome, there was no question about where I was going – I was going to Aufidius and the Volsci. Living in the complexity of Coriolanus’s skin, I, Tina, learned things about men only dimly registered before: that (Coriolanus’s) passion was for my archenemy, that he was the only person in the world who knew what I knew, that we held knowledge for each other and would never tell. Dressing up as a warrior, feeling my extraordinary strength, was my protection from the little boy who wanted protection, who felt he could get it if he could wear his mother’s clothes…. [Coriolanus] is driven by unconscious forces far too strong – and he gives his reason for doing what he is doing under the rubric of one word, ‘honor.’
Tina Packer, Women of Will: Following the Feminine in Shakespeare’s Plays, providing the greatest breakdown of Caius Martius that I have ever read. (via princehalsdaddyissues)
@scatteredhope because of her hybrid and this.
She knows as soon as her phone vibrates. She knows who it is and what he wants before she even answers. “ I’m okay,” she is quick to say. “ But I can see the moon, Klaus, it’s changing–”
“ I’m taking care of it, love.” Of course he is. He won’t even entertain the end of her sentence.
So Bonnie restrains the urge to sigh. “ Please don’t kill anybody.”
“ I won’t.” Klaus does not. His sigh is labored and probably accompanied by rolling blue eyes. Because she’s just ruined 89% of his fun.
But he still answered too fast. Leaving her to frown at her phone before speaking into it again. “ Or maim, or bite, or torture, or wound. OR anything that involves you and stabbing.”
“ Yes, yes, best behavior, Bonnie.”
Then the call drops–more like he ‘dropped’ his phone–before she can tell him something truly ridiculous like not to snap any necks or tear hearts out either.
Best behavior indeed.
" You promised me Paris."
❛ Bonnie Bennett, I have promised you more things than I can count, and you have refused more than half. But if you’re finally prepared to accept the offer, then Paris you shall have. ❜
// @iputaspxllonyou.
"You are unusually quiet. Did someone get into your stash or bourbon?" She said, breaking the silence to try and see what's on his mind.
❛ I assure you, Camille. Had someone chosen to pilfer that particular stash, quiet is the last thing I would be. ❜ Theft, after all, warranted retaliation. Unless it were she, or Elijah, or Rebekah. And for Klaus Mikaelson, retaliation was rarely quiet ( though when it was, it was all the more to be feared ). Perhaps he ought to have taken the exit she offered, the convenient excuse which might divert from other matters. Yet surely his half-hearted smile would have betrayed him, anyways.
// @immortallionheart.
OK I just want to say... things that make me happy about this blog? Whenever I show my face here, people pop by either in IMs or in Skype to talk to me, no matter how long it’s been, or dump things in my inbox for my hybrid. And that just makes me so happy. Because on my other blogs... no one gives a damn. But even though I’ve lost muse for most of my muses here, and even though I’m terrible at keeping in touch with everyone, some of you still care, and it just makes me feel so much better about everything okay....
#scatteredhope#[ this is what he must look like when he says he's gonna do something. ]#[ and bonnie says 'pls don't kill anyone.' ]#[ and he says he won't. ]#[ but thEN SHE HAS TO SAY 'or maim or bite or torture or wound' ]#[ 'or anything that involves you and stabbing'. ]#[ and this is the way she imagines he looks when he says he'll behave. ]#[ but also he's not really going to behave. ]#[ LOOK AT YOUR HYBRID. ]
*walks a fine line and she knows it* "I know, I know...you have a body count. You also have dimples when you smile. Something you should do more often."
A moment passes, in which he as a fish out of water. Half a second in which mouth opens and closes, uncertain how to respond. A moment, and no more, before he chooses to disregard the dimples comment. ❛ Given that my smiles tend to accompany mass murder and devious schemes, Camille, I rather doubt you wish to encourage them. ❜
// @camillethebrave.
Temporary; I have never heard such a word that made me feel both terrified and relieved.
Mandeq Ahmed (via wordsnquotes)
" Klausi, stop laughing! That man was terrified of me, it's not funny! I didn't even do anything to him!" But it occurs to her who might have, so she swats at the hybrid. " What have you been telling people about me?!"
His expression, the hand which flew to his chest, said, “Who me?” with more clarity than any words could. A typical Klausian expression, raised eyebrows and faux innocence. As if he had had no hand in the matter. As if he had not been threatening harm in off-hand remarks to any he might converse with. Warning them from approaching HIS WITCH for fear of his wrath. And perhaps, just a time or two, he had spread rumours of her own powers ( for he need not fear any might steal her away ). And how many would dare stand in the company of a supposedly volatile witch of unparalleled power?
It was only a small exaggeration, after all. For surely all ought to fear the witch who had nearly brought down Klaus Mikaelson.
// @iputaspxllonyou.
I have to say...you're adorable when you're irritated.
It was not a description for which Klaus much cared. It was not a description he would have tolerated from any save she. And when he replied, it was to grumble. ❛ I do believe there are a few thousand ghosts who might disagree with you. ❜
"I need a drink..or twelve. you in?" (Klaus cuz she misses him a teensy bit)
Suspicion crept in for a moment, but Ana was never one to bare her feelings, even when a s k e d. He need not fear a deluge of emotion should he join her. Both were wont more to drink than to speak. And it had been a while. ❛ I can’t see why not. ❜
My favourite thing about coming back to this blog is that whenever Klaus comes barging in, there are always a handful of you happy to pop into the inbox with things for my hybrid. No matter how long I have been gone. No matter how terrible I have been about keeping up with things. I love you all so much...
