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[angelusn]

˛ ╰  *  ⋄ .  ◝    ❦          『     𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣     ,

❛❛          would    it    be    weird    for    me    to    start    my    own    drinking    game     ?     like  ,     i    have    to    do    a    shot    every    time    someone    asks    for    my    h  -  e  -  l  -  p  .          ❜❜

@lahzrs     .

[angelusn]

˛ ╰  *  ⋄ .  ◝    ❦          『     𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣     ,

❛❛          logan    just    𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙     !     THERE’S    NOTHING    you    CAN    DO  .          ❜❜

@lahzrs      .

[angelusn]

˛ ╰  *  ⋄ .  ◝    ❦          『     𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣     ,

❛❛          look    it’s    my    knight    in    shining    armour  .     that    was    very    heroic    you    know  ,     defending    my    honour    like    that    !          ❜❜

@lahzrs     .

[realitv]

ur ok i guess

[immortalius]

♟ - will

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to…

♟: Patching up a wound

Cami heard a sharp knock on her door. She had just been sitting down to an ice-cold beer after a shower. It had been a slightly rough therapy session with Klaus. One of their talks that went a bit deeper than it really should have. The more she found out about the Hybrid, the more she felt for him against her better judgment. Her hair still tied up in a towel she went to the door. “Detective? What are you doing here?”

They had met in the bar the other day, he had been busy with cases so said he wouldn’t be around much. Cami expected that cops had it rough and friends of cops had to expect that right? He was leaning heavily against her door frame, she moved and let him inside, “Hey sit, is that a graze from a bullet?” She examined the arm he was holding, leading him to her kitchen table. “I’ll get some gauze and call Vincent.” She was startled when Will’s hand caught her own, “Will, let go, let me help you.”

[gloryshound-archive]

@lahzrs​ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝   ❛ 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓. ❜ + 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 WHEN WE FALL ASLEEP WHERE DO WE GO ? / ACCEPTING !

                              𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑬  𝑶𝑭   𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭   ,   𝑨  𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑫  𝑶𝑭𝑻   𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫  𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮      /    revelation  ,  something  precious  ,  she  wants  to  hide  it  beneath  her skin  ,  tucked  somewhere  near  her  spine.  a place no one can reach for and no one can touch.  where no one can take it from her.  safe  from  the  world  and  who  they’d  come  to  know  her  as.  GONE  IS  THE  SIGNATURE   SMILE  !    there’s  a  shaking  here   ,   a  trembling  ,   the  sick  ,  dizzying  exuberance  of  falling  too  far  too fast.  a  scream  bubbling   up  to  sit  perched   beneath  her  chin.   there is  bite  here.  𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆:   a  blinding  sharpened thing.    𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆:  mass   of   snarling  dogs.  bared  fangs.  climbing  over  each  other  ,   sprawling  ,  reaching   catch  vocal  cords between  teeth.   to  choke  her  into  silence.  lip  caught  between  porcelain  capped  jaws  ,  a  stinging  pain. the  sound  of  her  heart  less  a  thud  and  more  the  snap  of  a  bear  trap  catching  it’s  prey.   𝒂  𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆  𝒐𝒏  𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆  𝒊𝒔   𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆  𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆  𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆  𝒈𝒐𝒕  𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒐𝒏  𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔  𝒂𝒏𝒅  𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆.  tone  is  stinging   /  acid  rain.    say  mistah  j  ,   that  ain’t  seltzer  water  is  it  ?    there’s  nothing   candy-coated  or  sickly  sweet.  she  looks  at  trembling  hands  ,  spread  fingers  and  an  open  palm.   an  empty  nest  to  dream  in.  I’VE  SEEN   FEAR  WALLER  &   YOU  AIN’T  GOT  HIS  SMILE.   eyes  bore  into  his  own  ,  chin  raised  ,  being  meek  never  got  you  much   in  life.  there’s  an  air  of  casual  that  feels  brittle  ,   the  dust  and  debris  of  an  explosion  settling   to  reveal   the  aftermath.   her   hip  is  cocked  ,  the  grip  on  her  bat  relaxed.   “   I  SAID:    your  plans  shit  and  you  should   beat  it   ,   before   batsy  does  that  for  you.  “

[stonedgilbert]

🔪 - kol

“What the fuck?” The words probably would have been more fitting if they’d been angry - but they’d escaped Jeremy’s lips without permission, leaving him breathy and gaspy and embarrassed in a way he would never admit to out loud. The cold metal of the knife’s blade pressed against his neck had his heart rate picking up, fingers fisting in the hem of his own shirt to stop himself from doing something ridiculous. Or stupid. Or maybe even both. “I didn’t know you needed a knife, Kol,” he forced himself to mutter, pretending that he didn’t realize there was a flush running throughout his body, turning him pink and making his insides turn. He shouldn’t be reacting this way - not when he had a knife to his throat - but he couldn’t really stop himself, either.

[fcmilybonded-archive]

  my character has amnesia, and can’t remember anyone or themselves. Send, “remember me?” for their reaction.  ( accepting )                                                             @lahzrs​ || "Remember me?" - kol

               He’s quiet, eyebrows furrow as he looks at the man in front of him - wracking his brain for ANY idea of who he could be. Nothing came; nothing EVER came and it was a growing frustration that he wished would CHANGE. He couldn’t remember his OWN NAME ( or why he was always so hungry for blood ) or anything else about himself.

                “NO.” he answered; with a shake of his head. “Why? Do you KNOW ME?”