#valorled

[mcintyriea]

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨    𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚    𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮    𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙    𝙞𝙣    𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙮.    everything    was    good,    they    had    food    and    a    roof    and    finally    peace.    that    was    more    important    than    anything    else.    you    had    peace.    there    was    no    more    looking    over    your    shoulder    to    make    sure    there    wasn’t    anybody    coming.    you    were    safe,    the    two    of    you.    and    as    he    works    in    the    gardens    you    can’t    help    but    tip    toe    to    him.    ❝  hey,    baby,    everything    good    around    here?  ❞

                                                 @valorled​    /    plotted    started.

[sovthside-a]

@valorled​ liked for a lyric one liner .

don’t feel like picking up the phone , so leave a message at the fucking 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙋 .

[psychotickol]

      “  i  take  it  elena  found  the  gift  i  left  her.  ”  kol said as klaus entered the living space of his mansion. elena gilbert was off limits, klaus had made that crystal clear, despite the part she had played in the untimely death of their brother finn, the doppelganger still lived, unharmed and unscathed, at least on the surface. the eldest gilbert may have been off limits, but her blond haired friend matthew donovan wasn’t. finn may have been mad, he may have betrayed them, may have tried to have them all killed thanks to their mothers meddling but finn was still his brother and kol had made certain that the blond answered tenfold.   kol’s smile was devilish as he met his brothers lofty gaze from where he stood, hands leaning against table still coated in the donovan’s blood.

     “  you  think  she  liked  it ?  ”  kol asked innocently. it had been centuries since kol had last blood eagled anyone, the intricacies of the procedure not lost to him even with the time that had passed and kol had been careful, patient, precise with his cuts, knowing that he hadn’t wanted matt to die too quickly. truthfully, he had put up a good fight, so good kol had almost been tempted to let him live if only so that he might torment him further but he had made a promise, and since he couldn’t kill elena, matt had answered for it all.  leaving the boy strung up in the gilbert backyard might have been a little nasty even by kol’s standards but there was no denying that he had enjoyed himself.  “  i’m  sure  i  can  gift  wrap  another  one  of  her  friends  if  she  has  a problem  with  the  first.  ”  //  @valorled  ♡‘d  for  a  starter  for  klaus

[fataltantrums-archive]

“     i’ll roll you a joint if you swear not to snitch on me to mom or dad.     ”     clouds of smoke filled the car, with bloodshot eyes completely glossed over. hotboxing while skipping science sessions wasn’t anything new, in fact, fairly common. it was rare to see the blonde in class, typically out causing some form of trouble whether it’s tormenting the locals or using magic in inappropriate ways. it was time to enjoy life as the years began to dwindle down rapidly; twenty-two was only a few years away, after all.     “     c’mon vicki, don’t ruin the fun.     ”     (     @valorled​     //     it was?? semi plotted lollll     )

[wanlideir]

@valorled​‘s starter;

            there’s a moment of hesitation  ,  every time she sees her  ;  her mother  .  a moment before it clicks   and she remembers   that she loves her  ,  remembers what abby means to clarke griffin  .  she hates that  ,  but wanheda doesn’t think it can be helped  .  she sweeps into her room  ,  where she was told her mother was waiting  ,  trailed by her handmaidens  .  “  mom  ,  ”  the word is like dust in her mouth and that fact   makes her sick    ,  “  i’m sorry you had to wait  ,  i was needed in a meeting  .  ”

[mcintyriea]

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧   𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨    𝙖𝙧𝙚    𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣    𝙖𝙣𝙙    𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚    𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜    𝙮𝙤𝙪.    you    aren’t    sure    you    can    last    another    day    like    this.    and    you    don’t    want    to    ask    abby    about    this.    you    can’t    ask    abby    for    anything    anymore.    and    lincoln    was    the    trikru    healer,    he    might    know    something    that    might    make    you    feel    better.    the    purple    bruises    under    your    eyes    are    clearly    from    lack    of    sleep,    ❝  hey,    lincoln...    can    i    ask    you    something?  ❞

                                                  @valorled​    /    plotted    starter.