#fiercerebekah

[lumiiiscornermoved]

POSITIVITY FOR @quinncess / @fiercerebekah FROM anonymous

@quinncess // @fiercerebekah There are not enough words to express how sweet she is and how fantastic she is as a writer.

[brokenbrxther-archived]

@fiercerebekah ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

" ghosts ? " he blinked, unable to hold back a soft laugh as she posed the question. there they were, at the most extravagant, exciting party in the city, the world at their fingertips ( or, rather, their fangs ) and she felt the need to ask about ghosts? he swore there wasn't a dull moment with this woman. " no . i believe in us, here, right now . anyone sorry enough to miss out on immortality is gone for good. now why is that going through your mind ? " he lifted a hand to brush back a stray blonde curl, genuinely eager to hear more of her thoughts.

[ladamedemartel]

Do you all understand how much I've missed @fiercerebekah

[ofpoisonkisses]

@fiercerebekah​​ sent:  “you’re no longer useful to me.”

“So all of it meant nothing to you?” She wasn’t upset--she was fuming. Ivy refused to believe that Rebekah was as cold-blooded as she was made out to be. After spending almost a month with the vampire, of being her cellmate and blood bag, Ivy thought that perhaps she had finally found someone she could call a friend when she got out of here. Even if her stay had been a month longer than what she had planned--Dr Harleen Quinzel had been an unexpected guest... and complication.

“I hope your trust in Hayley is well-placed,” she said after a pause, her voice now laced with venom. “I was going to share the good news, but I suppose our deal is off. I won’t be coming back for you when I get my chance tonight.”

[oqaalescent]

                     there   is   a   moment   of   silence      &      he   isn't   sure   what   the   detectives   know      ,      but   his   hunger   for   blood   is   rampant      .      he's   licking   his   lips      &      inspecting   his   surroundings   before   he   sits   back   and   smirks      .      knowing   that   he   isn't   the   only   one   in   the   wrong   here      ,      but   Rebekah   is   as   well      .      '      has   the      RETCHED      been   caught   as   well      ?      '

Rian De La Cour    &    @fiercerebekah​

[lillianbeck]

@fiercerebekah​

                    Lillian flinched when she finally moved to change before James got done with practice. She needed to get out of the bathroom and into a new set of clothes. She could play off the cut lips but she couldn’t pull off the blood all over her white t-shirt. She headed towards the locker room and grabbed her bag pulling out a new shirt. She was thankful it was empty as she slid her shirt over her eyes. Her eyes trailed over the pale skin that would soon be covered in black and blue. How would she hide that?

[nowimamxnster]

@fiercerebekah​  says :    “   did  you  just  cough  up  blood  ?   ”  

her  hands  shook  as  she  looked  down  at  them  ,     the  blood  spilling  from  them  being  proof  that  absolutely  nothing  was  okay  anymore  .  the  hybrid  gasped  for  air  ,   that  same  hand  suddenly  coming  up  to  clutch  her  stomach  as  her  gaze  settled  on  rebekah .    “   something’s  wrong ...  some-something’s  not  right ...  ”   the  words  barely  fell  from  her  lips  before  all  she  saw  was  black  ,     her  momentarily  lifeless  body  hitting  the  ground .      it  wouldn’t  be  for  another  few  hours  that  she’d  regain  consciousness ,   the  scent  of  rebekah’s  perfume  being  the  first  thing  to  reach  her  senses  as  she  woke .      “   wh-what  happened ?  ”   

[geminaes-a]

@fiercerebekah​

She’s been methodical and calculated about this -- about the time, and the place, and the detail. Lizzie’s made sure Hope would find herself with hands full for the afternoon (courtesy of Kaleb who she’s threatened to keep his mouth shut), and she’s spent that time decorating her room for a romantic soiree. Or at least, what she hopes would be something with the inclination. Lizzie’s just about finished setting up lights on top of the headboard, plugging them into the wall, and turning them on. They flicker on and off rhythmically and Lizzie groans. 

“Great, one of those.” And she crouches with the intention of sitting on the floor with the cable in her hands, when she hears the door swing open, fully expecting to see Hope before she had time to finish. Who she sees however, Lizzie can’t determine whether is better or worse. She stares at Rebekah Mikaelson at the door, mouth agape. “Well... I guess asking you to shut the door and pretend you haven’t seen anything is out of the question”.