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@taintedbloodlines
TVDU multimuse penned by MC.
Important link: GOOGLE SITE (includes muse list and bios, and guidelines)
Established July 2023
Previously active on the indie rp scene
Open for threads and plots for my primary muses (selectively using other muses)
Mun is 30+
THE ORIGINALS S03E11 - Wild At Heart
"You know I have abandonment issues and you just decided to take a long vacation without letting me know? That seems insensitive." He's sad. And wet from the spray bottle.
"Well, sometimes life throws something at you and you don't have time to plan a proper response. It wasn't a vacation, trust me. But I am back and I am here to do my best to ensure you don't...I don't know..." She waves a hand at him, trying to take him seriously with the slightly damp look. "...self destruct?"
Hi everyone,
Just a bit of an update: I still have an injured arm. However, it is not as painful as before. Therefore I am hoping to come back to writing this weekend! I still might be slow because I am not pushing it but I am tired of sitting around doing nothing.
A little life update:
I may have dislocated my shoulder somehow. Just waiting for more news. I can type at a certain level on the computer so I may get a post here or there but I may be slow from here til I get things fixed.
You think you’re powerful enough to destroy me, love?
I know I am.
@taintedbloodlines [Continued]
“Cultured?” Kol echoed, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, according to dear old Niklaus, culture is something tragically lost on Rebekah and me.” He gave a light, almost theatrical shrug.
“Apparently, I’m far too much of a wild card for such refinement.” His eyes gleamed with amusement.
“Though, if you really think about it, no one’s to blame for that little shortcoming but Klaus himself.” A small, knowing tilt of his head.
“Had he not spent centuries daggering me, I might’ve had the time to develop a taste for the finer things… instead of chaos.”
He dropped into a seat, clearly unbothered, and at the mention of devilish behavior, a low chuckle escaped him.
“If tormenting Klaus counts as devilish,” he said lightly, “then I suppose I’m positively rotten.”
A beat. “Though I prefer to think of it as a public service.”
"You know the saying: it's never too late to teach an old dog new tricks?" Elijah asked casually. "I believe that applies to this situation as well. It is never too late to learn something new, brother. In fact, I make it a habit to regularly pick up a new hobby. Otherwise eternity seems like a long time." He gave his brother a pointed look, knowing damn well that Kol enjoyed blaming Klaus for everything. It wasn't that Elijah was giving Klaus a pass because he certainly had done enough to provoke Kol's ire it was just that if Kol fixated on it too deeply, he would miss out on the chance to actually enjoy life.
He leaned back in his chair, closing the book to give Kol his full attention. "So, what interests you, Kol?" he asked sincerely. "Beyond tormenting Klaus. A dangerous game if you ask me --- given his proclivity to put you in a coffin. But it's your game to play. I will not interfere." At least not at the moment. If he suspected that a full civil war was about to erupt he would step in.
"There must be something that calls to you."
@taintedbloodlines [Continued]
Kol actually paused, considering it—him, stretched out on a couch, baring his deepest, darkest thoughts.
The image alone was enough to make him scoff. “As enticing as that sounds,” he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips, “I’m afraid you’re wildly underprepared for what’s rattling around in my head.”
He tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Klaus wouldn’t even come close,” he added. “His mind, by comparison, is practically a charming little meadow—sunshine, flowers, perhaps a bunny or two.”
A beat. His expression darkened just a fraction. “Mine?”
A soft chuckle slipped out. “More like a storm that’s been building for centuries.”
He gave a casual shrug, as if it meant nothing.
“And I highly doubt you’ve got enough notebooks… or patience… to survive that particular exercise.” Another beat, the smirk returning. “So, for both our sakes, love, I think we’ll skip the couch and the feelings.”
Cami sincerely hoped that Klaus wasn't lurking anywhere near by to hear Kol claim that his mind was more fractured than his. Even though on the surface that was a good thing, Cami knew that Klaus would take it as a challenge --- a chance to prove his brother wrong. She wasn't interested in refereeing any kind of fight for dominance between the brothers. She had a feeling it would be destructive.
"My patience is actually quite deep when it comes to helping others," she told him simply. She had proven that to herself time and time again. So many times she could have walked away from all of this but she just couldn't. Not when she might be able to make a difference. "But I cannot help anyone who does not want to help themselves." The old adage that you could bring a horse to water but you couldn't make it drink was popular for a reason.
"So yes, let's skip the couch and just talk as two people who have people in common. Feels like we are in one another's atmospheres without really getting a chance to know one another. So curious minds want to know..." She couldn't help that part of her, always wanting to know more. "...what kinds of things do you do for fun?"
Joseph Morgan as KLAUS MIKAELSON
THE ORIGINALS S03E10 - A Ghost Along The Mississippi
@taintedbloodlines [Continued]
“Honestly, I’m surprised that bloody wanker even understands the concept of being busy,” Kol scoffed, the disdain in his voice unmistakable. He leaned back slightly, studying her with a flicker of curiosity. Bonnie coming to him of all people?
That alone was interesting. Klaus would’ve mocked her. Rebekah wouldn’t have cared. Elijah… well, Elijah was always a gamble.
But Kol? He was usually the last person anyone went to for help. Which meant whatever this was… it had to be good.
“Well,” he said after a beat, a slow smirk forming, “you’ve managed to catch my interest.”
He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. “So go on—what’s the little disaster that needs fixing?”
A soft, almost amused chuckle followed. “And are you quite sure you want to owe a Mikaelson a favor?” His gaze sharpened just a touch. “Because last I checked, your lot tends to despise us… even when we’re not in the same room.”
She had her own thoughts on Damon but she certainly wasn't going to share them with him. She didn't have the time to fully explain why she had opened this particular door --- she just knew that she would do anything for her friends. This moment was perfect proof of that.
"There is something coming for Elena and Jeremy...I can see it," she said, trusting that she would understand what she was talking about it. Her precognition wasn't something that she tapped into often but when she did, she trusted what she saw. "And I know two things about you: you have some witchy knowledge that I want to tap into and you're strong. So, I'd like to take advantage of both of those and yes, I am offering a favor in return."
The thought still tasted bitter in her mouth as she reiterated her part of the deal. "So, are you going to help me or not?"
@taintedbloodlines [Continued]
“I’m starting to think you don’t possess a single bloody funny bone, mate,” Kol muttered, rolling his eyes at Klaus’ threat like it was background noise. He lifted the Nerf gun with a casual flick of his wrist.
“It’s called harmless fun,” he went on, smirking. “And your first instinct is to make a threat.”
A beat. “Honestly, Nik, you need a hobby.”
He tilted his head, grin widening just slightly. “Or—what’s the phrase—get laid?”
Without missing a beat, he fired a dart just as Rebekah stepped into the room—
Thwip.
Straight to the chest. Kol barely had time to grin before he had to duck, a book flying past his head as Rebekah stormed off, muttering curses about insufferable men.
He straightened, brushing himself off like nothing had happened. “See?” he said, gesturing with the toy gun. “Harmless.”
"I have a sense of humor --- it just goes beyond the juvenile," he commented dryly, eyeing his brother with a look that spoke to his current level of annoyance.
He sat there, waiting to see how far Kol would take this (already knowing it would be a step too far for his liking --- Kol didn't understand what a boundary was). He took a deep breath, telling himself that no good would come from choosing violence (although it would feel amazing).
When Kol's 'sense of humor' turned on this sister, he raised a brow. "You know that she will make you pay for that later," he muttered, listening to the retreating sound of Rebekah's fury. "And I will do absolutely nothing to stop her."
He then shrugged his shoulders. "Of the two of us, I think you are more in need of a hobby. Or...a companion as you so crassly put it. You clearly are far too bored for your own good."
The knock caught Elena off guard. The brothers’ had been gone for hours, the mansion was hauntingly quiet and she hadn’t told anyone in particular where she’d be. She hesitated for half a second before opening the door, already bracing herself for trouble. What she didn’t expect was him. Her breath hitched, just barely, but it was there.
“Klaus,” she said, his name coming out softer than she meant it to, more recognition than resistance. For a moment, she just looked at him, taking in the familiarity of someone who had once been Hell on earth to their little town. There was something about him, there always had been. Dangerous, yes, but also… magnetic in a way that didn’t ask permission. Elena shifted slightly in the doorway, for a moment considering whether or not she should close the door. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again. When you went back to New Orleans, I thought..,” she trailed off, eyes briefly flickering behind him in case he’d brought a sibling along, though the edge of nerves still lingered behind her doe eyes. Her eyes searched the hybrid’s. “…what are you doing here?”
There was always such a perverse pleasure in seeing someone react to his presence. He had worked hard over the centuries to curate the image of something that should be feared at the mere mention of his name. His reach had been far and it still hung over Mystic Falls even after he had left it behind.
"Elena," he echoed, her name a teasing sound that fell from his mouth, intending to mock her in a way. He stood tall, inching his way right to the barrier. If she wanted him further from her she would have to be the one to retreat.
"Oh? I didn't realize that I wasn't allowed to travel --- that my leaving was a sign that I had to stay put in one place." There was a sarcastic lilt to his voice as he noticed the way her nerves displayed themselves. A little doe --- that was what he was reminded of. Prey. He tilted his head just a little, his eyes moving past her to the space beyond. "Where are your guard dogs?"
Buffy knew what Klaus meant and normally, she would express her disgust. But, right now, she was all keyed up from what led to where they were now. She took two steps forward, her face unchanged by his remark. "Try me."
@taintedbloodlines
She moved towards him and he could see the fire in her eyes. He knew it was echoed in his own gaze as he watched her movements closely. He smiled, his hand coming to land on her hip so he could pull her flush against him. "You should know better to challenge me, love. I don't back down." His final warning of sorts --- don't start something that she didn't want him to finish.
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jeremy looked at bonnie almost laughing. had he ever been normal? he had always been the awkward weird kid ❝i mean i guess? i don't even know what normal is❞ then he looked at her ❝why would you want to be normal? when you are one of the most incredible people i know?❞
"I guess...that's true. Normal is different things to different people," she concluded. She supposed that even that normalcy she craved would be considered something else by others. "I just..." She sighed and then laughed. "Thanks for saying that. Sometimes I wish I was just without..." She wiggled her fingers to indicated her power. "Seems like since I began to embrace them, nothing good has happened."
marcel needed to clear his head, bounce feelings and ideas off of someone, and there was only one person who would fit that: cami. she was a good friend, a legit therapist, well soon to be one, and one of the kindest and insightful he had ever known. ❝no, not right now, i mean there's some stuff, but i am mainly here in need of some guidance from the smartest person i know.❞ he smiled widley at her ❝and here❞ he took out some money ❝just give a bottle, i don't need anything fancy❞
"Ah, look at you, buttering me up," Cami teased, echoing his smile with one of her own. "Lucky for you, I am in the mood to allow it." She was only teasing of course. She'd listen because she knew he had far too much on his mind to hold it all in. If she could help him, she would. That's what friends were for. She turned, grabbing a bottle of something she knew he would appreciate. It was set in front of him with a glass. "So...what has you looking like that, Marcel?"
