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✰ — — — FIERY SUGGESTIONS STARTERS
‘ set your past on fire and leave. ’ ‘ don’t let your smile go wasted. ’ ‘ my love for you i swallowed, yet your name will forever rest on the tip of my tongue. ’ ‘ i still look upon you fondly. ’ ‘ be in love, with or without me. ’ ‘ i would give my life to meet you all over again. ’ ‘ all love is conditional. ’ ‘ love transcends beyond the edges of a relationship. ’ ‘ i wonder if you’d still recognize my heartbeat the way i memorized yours. ’ ‘ all the love you tried to waste on them should be put to use on yourself. ’ ‘ love is crying in crimson. ’ ‘ let it burn, let it cleanse, let it start anew and grow. ’ ‘ love is never pure. ’ ‘ you cannot endlessly give that which you don’t receive. ’ ‘ every day i am moved by the waves you made in my past. ’ ‘ if you get lost, all it means is that your old path has ended. search and find a new one. ’ ‘ i have enough warmth to share. ’ ‘ don’t look for them in other people. look for new happiness and new connections. ’ ‘ have i ever cared for someone the way i cared for you? ’ ‘ remember to count the stars in her eyes. ’ ‘ giving love is not a waste. ’ ‘ there are parts of me that remain forever changed by your presence and i’ll cherish these forever. ’ ‘ i am complete as a sole being. ’ ‘ there’s love to find beyond the horizon. ’ ‘ no matter how hard i cry, it’s not gonna bring us back. ’ ‘ your smile was golden like the sun and warmed my body the same way. ’ ‘ you may never know how much i still care for you. ’ ‘ the pillow still smells of you. ’ ‘ good or bad, i hope we are feeling the same. ’ ‘ i haven’t ever touched someone the way i touched you. ’ ‘ my favorite homes are the ones i can leave. ’ ‘ i’m tired of healing myself just so i can be hurt again. ’ ‘ you are my heartbeat. ’ ‘ even if i say i love you a hundred times a day, i mean every single one of them. ’ ‘ don’t forget to create a new self before abandoning the old one. ’ ‘ these tears are for me, not for you. ’ ‘ the best part of our relationship was me. ’ ‘ don’t look at them anymore. ’ ‘ there are better things in store for you. ’ ‘ unrequited love is like falling but knowing there’s no one to catch you. ’ ‘ some flowers only bloom after a fire. ’ ‘ free but struggling is better than trapped but happy. ’ ‘ cry then cry some more. then cry again. it’s a process you need to go through. ’ ‘ losing you is worth it. ’ ‘ i’m not quitting, but i do deserve a break. ’ ‘ don’t be with people who use kindness as a tool. ’ ‘ don’t ever convince yourself you are beneath or above someone. ’ ‘ forgiving someone is a choice, but it’s not always the right one. ’ ‘ don’t let someone else bring you down when you could be building yourself up. ’ ‘ i care about you, but i care more about me. ’ ‘ i’m yours only if i want you. ’ ‘ you cannot keep waiting on someone else to turn your life around. ’ ‘ it’s okay for me to still love you after all that you did, but i can’t let that love stop me from knowing what’s ultimately better for me. ’ ‘ forgiveness does not mean acceptance. ’ ‘ forgiveness does not mean acceptance. it simply means you will not allow the actions of other to extinguish your flame. ’ ‘ forgiveness says that your fire will continue to rage on with or without them. ’ ‘ gracefully letting go of someone not meant for you means you will be introduced to something that is. ’ ‘ goodbyes are not always goodbyes, but the painful ones usually are. ’ ‘ don’t mistake possessiveness for love. ’ ‘ living with a closed heart is not living. ’ ‘ i’ve been through worse, but that doesn’t mean this doesn’t hurt. ’ ‘ my love for you was strong enough to beat everything. everything. ’ ‘ your love is not the love i want anymore. ’ ‘ you’re all the home i know. ’ ‘ we can all start forgetting now. ’ ‘ they are not you and that brings me more comfort than pain. ’ ‘ don’t let anger be all there is to you. ’ ‘ i liked everything you were five years ago. ’ ‘ if love were easy to find, it wouldn’t be worth it. ’ ‘ i don’t want to set things on fire anymore. ’ ‘ time passes even if you’re not moving forward. ’ ‘ crying is sometimes the best option. ’ ‘ don’t bother worrying about things that will never happen. ’ ‘ there’s still a lot i have to learn, but i hope i don’t have to learn it through heartbreak and pain. ’ ‘ you don’t always want what’s best for you. ’ ‘ the sun is all i need to keep myself warm. ’ ‘ i promise, when this is through, it will all be worth it. ’ ‘ you almost made me stop believing in love. ’ ‘ i could have fallen in love with you so easily. ’ ‘ i’ve found the one. i realized it was me all along. ’ ‘ there are so many reasons to smile and love is only one of them. ’ ‘ start taking no for an answer. ’ ‘ calm down, but don’t extinguish your fire. ’ ‘ what’s coming is always better than what you have lost. ’ ‘ don’t mistake confidence for arrogance. ’ ‘ there’s a lot of moments in my life i wish i had live through with you. ’ ‘ sometimes it’s better to not have any place to go back to. ’ ‘ i will fall in love with myself, slowly but surely. ’ ‘ be blind to pain or be kind to pain. ’ ‘ you’ll get there on your own. ’ ‘ goodbye for now doesn’t necessarily mean goodbye forever. ’ ‘ heal, but keep your heart open. ’ ‘ the urge to start anew burns deep within me. i will kindle this flame. ’ ‘ you can be heartbroken without ever falling out of love. ’ ‘ no fire keeps burning without good support. ’ ‘ don’t try to leave someone because you want them to stay. ’ ‘ what you feel is always real. ’ ‘ even good things will hurt if you’re surrounded by only bad things. ’ ‘ i have been waiting for too long to give up. ’ ‘ i’ve seen love come and go, but you’re the only one who made a home out of my heart. ’ ‘ you’re the only one who made a home out of my heart. ’ ‘ stop agreeing with what they tell you. ’ ‘ keep the past in the past. ’ ‘ don’t worry too much about tomorrow, it will come and it will pass. ’ ‘ allow people to move on and in turn, you will too. ’ ‘ i refuse to believe you no longer feel about me like that. ’ ‘ i still love you just as kindly. i’m still waiting with the same patience. ’ ‘ you can find more love in yourself than others. ’ ‘ i carry more guilt than i deserve. ’ ‘ guilty people often make the first move. ’ ‘ i am now and will always be mine. ’ ‘ don’t call me… at all. ’ ‘ it’s okay to say you don’t need them anymore and still fall asleep crying about them. it takes time and you are making progress. ’ ‘ burn bridges to the past and build bridges to the future. ’ ‘ respect isn’t free. ’ ‘ just as beauty has no weight limit, no amount of love is too much. ’ ‘ romance and heartbreak is not something to devote most of your time to. ’ ‘ never let someone new in to fill up the gap another person left. instead, work on replacing it yourself. ’ ‘ if they can’t explain, they can’t be trusted. ’ ‘ i wrote ‘yours forever’ and i meant that. ’ ‘ don’t compare yourself to the sun. instead, let it keep you warm. ’ ‘ it still burns. ’ ‘ the trick is to keep going. ’ ‘ kiss someone where they’re hurting, but please be gentle. ’ ‘ just do your makeup and try not to care. ’ ‘ how many times do i have to tell you no? ’ ‘ dream of me more often, even if it’s nightmares. ’ ‘ you need to choose a better life for yourself. ’ ‘ you’ll leave me and i’ll save myself. ’ ‘ you are no longer my goal. ’ ‘ i’m slowly moving on and starting to realize that i actually am better off without you. ’ ‘ i don’t cry because of you anymore. i cry because this beautiful person that i am spent so long wondering why i wasn’t good enough. ’ ‘ right now isn’t forever. ’ ‘ i’m still there for you even though i’m no longer waiting. ’ ‘ loving someone takes more than just love. ’ ‘ never choose someone who doesn’t choose you. ’
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Avoidance had bee the key of te weekend. She hadn't wanted to talk to him. Hadn't really since she left. Seeing him in the crowd, surrounded by people, it had been different and her heart hadn't hurt nearly as bad but talking to him? She knew those emotions would surface again, smacked like uneven water against a rock deep in it's riverbed. He had asked her to marry him after all and she said no. A lie. She wanted too, but they were too young and she was moving. Had he known the truth, perhaps he'd have waited but she freaked, afraid he'd leave her anyways. A breath and she turns a corner, small frame smacking hard into a taller body and she fumbles backwards, trying not to fall. "Do you mind?" Voice comes soaked in poison before her gaze finds the face the body was attached to and she freezes. How could she be so careless? How could she have not expected to run into him in the Hamptons of all places? Her breath leaves her lungs and she's caught staring at him, all those old, familiar emotions crashing into her like a wave upon the shore. "Kol."
@kolporn || verse starter.
Send 💍 for your muse to suddenly propose to mine.
My muse is feeling touch-starved.
Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc
❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.
¿ - write your own touches!
runedsoldier:
Waiting for the door to enter was akin to torture. Little palpitations threw his heart beat off it’s usual rhythm which, in turn, was causing Hale to roll his eyes at himself. Just a movie. With someone else. Nothing out of the realm of ordinary.
Anna was fun. Actually, that was an understatement. She made him smile in that way where half the time he didn’t even realize it was happening. A night in with some movies sounded like the perfect way to get to know her better.
“Hey,” Hale offered a grin in return. The plastic bag with two pints of ice cream was held up, one for cookie dough and one for cookie’s and cream. He couldn’t honestly remember if they’d ever had the ever important ‘what is your favorite flavor’ discussion so he went with his gut. Everyone liked cookie dough, right? If not then cookies and cream had to be a close second.
Leaning down, a kiss was offered to the smaller woman’s cheek before he walked through the threshold.
“Great,” he rubbed his hands together with mischief twisting the corner of his mouth. “That means I get to be part of the decision. All I ask is no clowns.”
Was she nervous because she found him cool and their banter interesting or perhaps was she nervous because he was still considered new and she didn't want to run him off like everyone else seemed to do with her? A breath draws between soft lips and she's worried that he'll probably judge her no makeup, sweat pants and t-shirt look, but soon, she shakes such thoughts from her head. Anna Johnson had never been afraid to be who she was, even if that was a weird girl in others eyes. She enjoyed horror movies and all things supernatural. She enjoyed learning and constantly pushing herself forward. She was ever timid or afraid to be that sarcastic person. She could be guarded but naturally that was only around her mother. She has her own guilt built up inside her and her own ways of dealing with things. However, she's strong, smart and she knows she's able to handle this alone. Even if it was a boy that made her smile.
Gaze drifts downward for a split second before chocolate hues glance at hm through long lashes. It took a heartbeat for her to realiz the plastic bag in his grip and she lets a light tone of pink sprawl across soft features. "Oh, ice cream!" She giggles softly as she reaches for the bag, a part f her wondering if she ever said her favorite or if he had the luck in guessing. Another part of was ready to break off and grab two bowls from the kitchen, however, she stays for a moment longer, enough time for his kiss upon her cheek, the light pink darkening another shade at the action, lips pulling to form an almost shy smile as she takes the time to step back, turning upon her heels to head to the kitchen, grabbing two bowls and spoons before returning to her living room. "No clowns, huh? So that means IT is out." Lips curl, shy smile shifting to a more familiar smirk. "What about The Grudge?"
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She settles back into the couch. If it had been up to her, she'd have immersed herself into the college experience. She'd have the dorm room, the roommate, the small living space and shared bathroom. However, her mother had always given Anna nothing but the best. She had bought the young girl a two bedroom apartment just near the university. She had given her daughter the best furnature, the best electronics. Everything Anna could need, but never asked for. Still, she didn't complain, even as she heard the rap of knuckles across the wooden door. Lips curl upward, a soft smirk spiraling across soft features as she stands, hand pushing brown curls backwards before she lets out a breath, phone resting on the coffee table as she makes her way across the foyer, pulling the door open, smirk growing as he sees his tall figure standing before her. "Hey! Come on in!" A pause, stepping aside to allow him to enter. "So I might not have picked a movie yet." She half laughs as she gazes up at him.
Annabelle Johnson. Eighteen. Sex is sex. History Major. Barista.
PAST AND PRESENT: In the beginning, she had a happy little family. Both her parents loved and held her close. Her father let her venture, already set to find her own path at such a young, sweet age oof a child. She was happy andshe knew she could be content with the life placed before her. However, fate had such a cruel way of proving the world never gave people what they desired, even if they were nothing more than a child. When she was ten, her father died. A death she's blocked from her memory. A memory she refused to accept as reality. After his death, her mother, Pearl, pulled her from public school and moved them from their home town, placing Anna in homeschool. For years, all she knew was different houses and different faces. Every year was a new place, a new shop, a new roof over her head. Pearl didn't feel safe anywhere and she wasn't about to place her daughter in harms way. It wasn't until Anna had turned seventeen, that her mother decided on New York. It was simple to blend in with such a large city and Anna finished off her final year of homeschool. The world had became bigger to such a small girl. College would be her first public school. Her first huge social event. For a girl who could tell the world everything they needed to know about supernatural creatures, she was excited to see what life will bring.
CONNECTIONS: Pearl Johnson - Mother. OPEN TO ALL CONNECTIONS.
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How long had it been? How many nights had she seen the mild sense of comfort his arms brought? The feeling of wholeness he gave her? It's a sensation she hasn't felt since her last night on Earth. Of course, she got lucky. Able to compel her way into a privileged home. An ONLY child, of course, despite never having been p s h y c i a l l y born upon this floating metal rock. She draws a breath, his scent filling her nostrils and it's intoxicating. She could breathe him in and never get tired. "Suppose it's time to say goodbye for the night. Wouldn't want the guards to catch us, now would we?" Voice coos, soft and low and as smooth as VELVET. She's played this game for c e n t u r i e s and he's proven to be no different, just far more fun to PLAY it with.
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Breathe draws past soft lips, eyes flutter up, gaze shifting to rest upon him through long lashes. There's a smirk that dances across soft facial features and a thin hand reaches for a pool cue, chocolate gaze never leaving him, even after drinking in his form. It had been a long, long time since she had last left Mystic Falls, traveling the coast had been a much needed retreat after her return and there had always been something pleasent about the blood of those that spent way too much time at the beach or too much money on things that would only disappear in the end. Out here, she didn't need to relay on compulsion for the things she desired. No, they were easily convinced with her GOOD LOOKS and innocent personality. She had been around for a long time and knew how the changing game worked, but when she looked at him, she had been expecting a challenge. "So how about a few rounds of pool, handsome?" Soft vocals coo in the slightly crowded bar, a scene she's never been a stranger to. A scene she can easily make quick cash at. The corners of soft lips twist upward, a quick smirk forming even larger across toned features and hands grip the pool cue ever so slightly, tongue snakes to wet lips before she continues. "Loser buys the drinks?"
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Basics
Name: Annabelle “Anna” Johnson Age: Sixteen Blood Status: Pure-Blood Year: Sixth House: Slytherin Wand: Pine Wood with Dragon Core, ¾ inches and supple flexibility. Patronus: Common Welsh Green Dragon Pet: A pure brown barn Owl Bogart: Her mother dying. Quidditch Position: Chaser
Biography:
Anna was raised in the Wizarding world, knowing literally nothing of the Muggle world, as her parents came from an old, long line of pure-bloods that kept in tradition of never stepping foot into a muggle place, not only that, her parents believed that marriage to another pure-blood family would be best for their daughter, to keep their line in the same status. However, growing up, constantly learning magic or reading about it, she found herself curious upon how the muggle world was and what muggles did but she never acted on such, knowing how her parents would react and on the fact that she constantly strived to make them proud, just as proud as they are today with the fact that she was sorted into Slytherin. However, when Anna was ten, the year before her first year of Hogwarts, her father was murdered due to his status of an ex-Death Eater from the second Wizarding World. It had brought pain upon their family and Anna felt it was her weight to bare to make her mother not only proud but know that it was what her father wanted as well.
Skills
Pros in Magic: History of Magic, Ancient Ruins and Studies, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Astrology and Dueling. Cons in Magic: Arithmancy, Divination, and Transfiguration Ambitions: Ever since she was a child, Anna had a dream of becoming an Auror, a dark wizard catcher of sorts, though, soon after learning what house she belonged in, the irony was not short. However, her dreams have yet to change.
Other
Anna grew up in a very sheltered life inside the Wizarding world.
In her first year, she had become quick friends with most of her house, however, once she started to get into her studies, she locked herself away, losing most of those friends.
She’s quiet and reserved. Most say it’s because she’s anti-social when in reality, she just chooses not to talk with people she doesn’t find as ambitious as she is.
She can be rather manipulative and cunning when wanting things her way.
Connections
Pearl Johnson - Mother. Open to all connections.