#3brihd

[thvrpe]

[ text ] i miss you - @3brihd

that text took him by surprise. he read it over and over for a few moments, his playlist on at a moderate volume in his headphones. the psychic chewed on his bottom lip for a moment while he typed numerous replies, then deleting them.

[TXT - HOPE] - you miss me huh? [TXT - HOPE] - i'll admit, i wasn't expecting that

[bctanist]

@3brihd liked for a starter.

❝ THE ROMANI HAVE THIS FOLK LEGEND about vampire pumpkins and watermelons. It's really quite interesting. They're called vampire fruits because of how they suck the nutrients from other living things. One of the main indications that a pumpkin or melon is about to undergo a vampiric transformation is said to be the appearance of a drop of blood on its skin. ❞

[sanguilta]

@3brihd asked: " look what the wind blew in ... "

once   upon   a   time,   when   he   was   still   young   and   inexperienced   in   the   arts   of   being   a   vampire,   he   had   met   the   mikaelsons.   they   had   been   all   over   new   orleans   back   then,   when   louis   was   looking   to   expand   his   business   in   storyville   and   get   the   rise   out   of   everyone   who   thought   a   man   of   his   complexion   would   never   dare   rise   that   high.   the   mikaelsons   had   helped   cement   his   name   into   the   story   of   the   city   (   that   is,   of   course,   until   they   left   without   a   trace   after   a   fire   and   then,   of   course,   years   later,   louis   followed   with   his   sweet   claudia   ).   "i   was   hopin'   my   arrival   would   be   a   bit   more.   .   .quiet."   the   vampire   points   out.   those   eyes   are   familiar   at   best,   one   klaus   mikaelson   often   had   that   glint   in   his   eyes   when   louis   met   him   back   in   the   day.   it   was   wise   to   assume   his   daughter   would   have   that   same   glint.   "i   was   not   expecting   a   mikaelson   to   welcome   me   back   to   my   hometown."

[starlsssankt]

@nklsdttr / liked for a starter

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌, but he doesn't let it show for long. The Darkling tilts his head, smirking at her. At the warrior in front of him.

❝ If you want to bring me down, ❞ he taunts, the shadows curling around his shoulders. His entire frame. He blacks out the room, the darkness he's summoned is so thick. ❝ Go ahead and try, little one. ❞

[shadowbrn]

❝  have  you  come  to  laugh  at  me  in  my  miserable  state?  ❞

@3brihd  liked  this  starter  call

[inkfng]

@3brihd​  liked for a new year’s kiss !

                         scattered  books   &   tattered  window  panes .       a smell of  bog  & drunken humans littering the street.       how many   rounds   did they go tonight ?       two beast with wild stamina.       tribrid  &  hybrid coiled in one another for what felt like   days.       magic bouncing off one another with each heated kiss.      &  now they laid   ,   he had her wrapped in his arms.       fingertips brushing through hair as she laid on his chest.        the sound of the bell ringing   too   loudly   for his taste.       ───       but why not go with the mundane tradition ?       thumb  &  index sliding underneath her chin to dip her head back enough for him to capture lips with lips.       it was far more   gentle   than his rough  &  hungry needs.       it was kind yet still lingering with desire.       his smirk widening as he pulled back to gaze at the   heavy  crown  in his arms.        how   lucky   he had been.       ‘  happy new year's , my queen  ’

[n1teshade]

@3brihd 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

𝔄 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔡 in surprise. ❝ Really? But those cheekbones, those eyes, the inner turmoil looming within their depths ... you make the consummate muse.❞ The corners of her mouth curled inwards, painted nails delicately clasping the sides of her canvas. She tilted the painting towards her captive audience. The scene displayed was nothing short of a Bosch fuelled nightmare, scores of strange, unhappy figures, each even more miserable than the last descending into the darkened depths of what could only be hell. The skyline of her masterpiece was littered with white doves, each sporting a wounded heart on their chests. In the middle of this chaos, her muses face loomed, like a tragic heroine.

The matriarch's smile became wider, unperturbed by her own work. ❝ Here darling, why dont you keep it. ❞

[mahl1a]

☾ * kinda plotted starter ft. @3brihd

feeling   unwanted   was   no   longer   the   case.   she   found   someone   to   run   to,   a   home   in   a   person.   malia   wouldn’t   have   imagined   she   were   to   consider   @3brihd   something   so   untainted,   yet   there   she   was.   hands   hidden   in   the   pockets   of   her   denim   jacket,   warm   gaze   flickering   towards   hope.   ❛   i   don’t   think   i’m   made   to   be   in   packs,   ❜   she   uttered   underneath   her   breath,   albeit   burdening   her   psyche   with   self-doubt.   all   she   learned   for   the   past   decade   was   how   to   rely   on   herself,   self   perseverance   tainting   her   affiliation   with   humanity   –   or   what   was   left   of   it,   anyway.   ❛   like,   i   am   cool   just   with   you.   isn’t   that   enough?   ❜   she   queried,   bewilderment   seizing   malia.