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hybridserialkiller replied to your post:All this stuff mun is seeing on dash is making her wicked sad,

*jumps on you ro hug you* I LOVE YOU OKAY AND YOU WILL NOT BE SAD I REFUSE IT NO NONO I WILL SPAM YOU WITH KLAROLINE BECASE THATS WHAT I DO

COME LOVE ME EEEMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEE THANK YOU!!!!!!

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Can You Fake It // Klylia Thread

Tylia groaned as her phone started playing her alarm. She was a heavy sleeper and had to change the song for her alarm every few weeks to stop herself from ignoring it. Currently it was set to Whitney Houston's I Wanna Dance With Somebody. Part of her not so secret seventies and eighties dance music obsession. But even Whitney wasn't capable of waking her up completely. There was a whole ritual that included music, coffee, and the ritual sacrifice of a chicken. Okay, that last part was a lie. She turned the alarm off on her phone and stretched her arms and legs. Instead of getting up and starting her morning ritual, she opened up her Facebook app. No harm in a little social media before gettting ready. She had been meaning to upload the picture she took last night. Good hair days were the best excuse for selfies. But before she could click the photo button something on her news feed caught her eye. It was Caroline. But it wasn't just Caroline, it was Caroline and a guy. Caroline's arm was thrown around him and she had a smile on her face that Tylia knew all too well. Well this must be the new boy. Nope, that doesn't hurt at all. Tylia thought. It had been two months and four days since they had broken up. Not that she was keeping count or anything. Most of those two months were spent between getting black out wasted and calling Caroline begging for her back or netflix bingeing and swearing off all sex forever. Yeah, like that was going to happen. "Fuck this." Tylia's voice was deep and came out as a croak. No one sounded pretty in the morning. Anger bubbled up in her chest, and Tylia encouraged it so to hide the hurt it was masking. She looked at the time. Eleven am, well it's 5pm somewhere, right? So she did the only thing she could think to do that didn't include eating a large pizza to herself while cursing Caroline's existance.

[text: Klaus aka Douchecake]: Hey dick, come get burracho with me [text: Klaus aka Douchecake]: That means drunk in spanish. See i'm worldly [text: Klaus aka Douchecake]: Srsly though, you are the only one crazy enough to take shots before noon with me. [text: Klaus aka Douchecake]: Your asleep, aren't you? Fuck it, i'm coming over now with a bottle of Jose with our name on it. Okay, well mostly my name but a little K at the end for you Tylia coulda went to Matt and complained about Caroline for a few hours. But all Matt would do was tell her she needed to get over it and chatize her for her drinking. That was not what she needed right now. Hell, she could even go to Elena who might attempt to make her feel better. But Tylia didn't want comfort and rationality right now. She wanted to get wasted and repeatedly call her ex a bitch. That is why she went to her not-really friend Klaus. No one could rationalize a good idea like Niklaus Mikealson. It was only fifteen minutes before she was outside of his house, trying to figure out a way to get in. If she was a deep sleeper, he was worse. She had already called him twice with no avail. So here she was, her bare feet on the wet grass as she stared up at his window. If a call wasn't going to wake him up, rocks on the window wasn't going to either. Anyways, did people really do that? Then she spotted the trellis. It was made of thin white wood and covered in ivy. It was her only chance. She dropped her purse, which made a clunk on the lawn as the bottle of tequila rolled out. She put her foot in one of the square holes as she started to climb. This was probably one of her worst ideas and might possible lead in a broken bone or two if it went wrong. But miraculously, she made it to the top of the terrace and onto the little half roof underneath his window without dying. Although she did scrape the hell outta her palms. She pushed her bloody palms against the window and pressed up. Another stroke of luck, it was open. She put one leg through. The window was quite small and she would have to contort her body to get through. As she attempted to bend her arm a way it was not meant to bend, she fell through the window. "Fuuuuuck." She shouted as she fell into a magazine rack. Well, that was one way to make an entrance.

#[the thin line]#i got carried away with the starter sorry Lia!#but i love youuuu #hybridserialkiller #*tylia #*klylia

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Looking for Niklaus||Klaus and Clary||Closed

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The red haired girl, just over 18 made her way through the town of Mystic Falls. She'd been given the last known location of the only living hybrid and had been told by the Clave she was to do anything to ensure he behaved himself since they could not kill him. She walked up to the door of the large house with little more than a name and she knocked on the door.