#originalpredator

[notyourdeity]

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send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

Send √ for a long winded confessing text 

                                                            [ Text ]:                          Okay. Here goes jack. First off, you’re an ass, and                        honestly you’d probably just have more friends if you                         were nice to people, but kind of in the world’s shittiest                         situation, so, yeah. I’m telling you this because hopefully                        your will to live will trump any ill-harboured feelings you                        have for the rest of existence. The apocalypse. That’s                         what I’ve been gathering information. It’s the reason that                        you and your friends are alive and have actually met either                        myself or Castiel or the Winchesters or all four, and lived                         to tell the tale. It’s got something to do with your family                         being here.                        I don’t know all the details, but I’m sure if you push Meg’s                        buttons enough, she’ll tell you. That, or she’s against it as                        well because she is one of the more selfish people on the                        globe.                        Look Kol, th-Message delivered at 3:04am – 14/01/2012

[lockwolfism-blog]

Ayo they could never make me hate you, even though what you was doing wasn't tasteful, even though you out here looking so ungrateful, i'mma keep it moving, be classy and graceful.

Pills and potionsWe’re overdosingI’m angry but I still love youPills and potionsWe’re overdosingCan’t stand it but I still love you

[notyourdeity]

Meg, Klaus, Castiel

F*ck, Marry, Kill: Send 3 names in my ask!

Kill:

I typically avoid killing, however, I am willing to make exceptions when it comes to demons. Specifically, Meg. 

Marry:

I can’t very well marry Niklaus. That would be… Disastrous. To say the least. Castiel is one of my good friends.

Fuck: 

If Niklaus is as experienced a killer as he is a lover, this proves to be interesting.

[notyourdeity]

20, 37, 41, 63

Get to know me uncomfortably well

20: Are you religious?

Yes.

37: Favourite swear word?

Fuck

41: Are you a good liar?

An excellent one.

63: Biggest fear?

Failure.

[notyourdeity]

NYE || Anna and Kol

The turnout for the New Year truly was incredible. Throngs of people had gathered on the pier to wish aways 2014 and welcome in 2015. There was something incredible about these celebrations. Tonight would not be largely different from the previous twenty-four hours, and yet, because the calendars were changing, this night turned into a large celebration, fuelled by alcohol, drugs, and really anything else you can expect from a party. However, tonight was not an evening Anna could find herself partaking in the celebrations that were happening around her. Tonight was about work, and more importantly trailing the Mikaelsons. Taking a breath, she walked straight into the myriad of party-goers, making a beeline for Klaus Mikaelsson, the one brother she'd managed to spot. Attempting to follow from a safe distance, Anna was turned every which way as she attempted to keep up with the man. In all honesty, the redhead would probably have gotten fully lost, should she not have been an angel, and even as it was, she was fairly confused. "Oh! I'm sorry." She exclaimed, finding herself bumping straight into someone who refused to move out of her way. However, all of Anna's thoughts of worry were eradicated when she looked up and saw just whose drink she'd spilt. Kol Mikaelson. This brother, admittedly, was not often found one who was heavily involved in the central goings-on of the original family, but, judging by how much they talked, and how much she'd observed him watching his family members, she would not be surprised if he knew most of what his family was hatching. Maybe this was her way into the lavish Chicago mansion. "Are you alright?" She asked, looking up, and slipping easily into her human persona.