☾ cosmic mistake ☾

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loved by: bri          ♡          dependent rp blog for dualityhq 

characters       ♡ hope mikaelson: the originals/legacies        ♡ adora weaver: she-ra and the princesses of power       ♡ rosalie hale: twilight        ♡ nesta archeron: a court of thorns & roses

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closed starter @acrackedchassis​ // for anyone

     gloomy weather meant it was safe for rosalie to venture outside. although she didn’t understand why the effects of being a vampire was triggered once her memories came back to her she didn’t allow herself to question it too much for it would only lead to a headache. now she had to stray from sunlight in order to keep her secret safe, along with the list of other things she had to do. 

     quietly she sat on a bench in the park, observing an elderly couple holding hands while slowly walking the path. she allowed the person beside her to be privy of her thoughts. “i wonder what it’s like to be old. to be withered and gray. if people are happy when they’re old or if they’re in constant pain.” her eyes remained on the couple, “they look happy, most older couples look happy, maybe because they have someone by their side during this time. what about the ones who have no one though, they must be sad, right?” 

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closed starter @lumenflcwer​ // for anyone

     for some time now rosalie remained leaning against the wall nonchalantly watching the other person struggle with whatever it was they were doing. rather than offering help she figured it’d be more amusing to watch them with their endeavors. besides, she’s never really been one to offer help. a slow teasing smirk curled at her lips, “i do have to say this is the most entertaining thing i’ve seen in a while. better than reality tv even.”

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closed starter @stcrryskys​ // for anyone

     “someone sent me nudes today, i’m pretty sure they have the wrong number. but, being the good person i am i rated them and criticized it just for future reference. so now the next time they send someone a dick pic it’ll actually look decent.”

[femaleidols]

chungha with blonde hair for anon ♡

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closed starter @calamitouslcves​ // for anyone

     “a cute guy gave me his number today, i would have hit him up by now but he was wearing crocs and that was a total turn off for me. i wish those damn shoes would burn in hell already.”

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closed starter @rcyalfires​​​ // for anyone 

     “did you know a female praying mantis eats the male after they have sex? until now I never respected an insect so much in my entire life. they inspire me.”

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closed starter @deviumemorias​ // for anyone

      gracefully rosalie stirred sugar into her tea with a dainty a spoon. it was mostly for show since human beverages and food didn’t sit well in her stomach. after being flooded with her memories the effects of vampirism had began again. which meant not being able to hold human food down as easily as she was accustomed too. it was almost as if she was changed again for the first time and had to relearn faking being human. so here she was in the café, pretending to drink tea and converse. 

     “ a few years ago,” which, in reality, was a good fifty plus years or so, “before i came here the pastor at the church i used to go to called me a she-devil. so you know what i did? i got his twins to fuck me in the church. his daughter and i did it after a sunday service, then his son and i did it that night. his son became obsessed with me and when he found out he sent him off to boarding school.” she grinned over her teacup as she pretended to sip from it. “anyway, my point is if you want to get revenge on someone, getting close to someone they love is the easiest way to do it. or you know you could rip their heart out, but that’s illegal apparently, so.” 

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closed starter @drkfought​​ // for anyone

     rosalie sat across the other as she hid something in her lap. “you won’t believe what i got in the mail today,” she announced in a hushed whisper. with a mischievous smile she placed the vintage doll she was holding on the table. “it’s a haunted doll. supposedly it has a spirit in it named clara who had drowned when she was a child back in the 1600′s. she attached herself to this doll because it was her favorite. the seller told me she’ll turn electronics on, faucets on, you’ll hear what sounds like running across floors, and she’ll appear in your dreams if she wants to communicate with you. oh, she also likes it when people speak to her. you want to try to talk to her?” 

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closed starter for @lumenflcwer​ // for anyone 

     back at the boarding school it was a normal thing for hope to train with dr. saltzman, it was a good way for her to get her anger out and in turn it was good practice for him in case he had to go up against any supernaturals. currently she was out of a training buddy, but that didn’t stop her from going to the gym and continuing the training she was used to do doing. it was, however, a lot harder to do when you didn’t have a partner to practice on. she opted for the punching bag in place of a person and was going at it hard, too engrossed in her movements to pay attention to what was going on around her. 

     using almost all her force she went for a kick and missed the punching bag completely, instead she a poor innocent soul who was walking by right in the torso. “oh my god,” eyes wide with a horrified expression she approached the other. “i am so sorry! are you okay?” in her mind she scolded herself, she never messes up, it had to be from not training in some time.

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closed starter @excorcismic​ // for anyone

     hope found solace in the girls bathroom of a café downtown. tears rolled down her cheeks as she scrambled to a sink to wash her face. grief tended to strike at the strangest times, like a few minutes ago when she saw a father daughter interaction. perhaps it was because her memories came back just recently that she was having these spurts of emotions regarding her parents deaths. first her mind would go to them, then to her aunts and uncles, finally to her friends from the salvatore boarding school and it would become too much. the sadness would turn into anger, just how it did currently. she was angry that she could have possibly forgot her family, angry how even in another life she still couldn’t be happy. she was beginning to think it was the price to pay for being a cosmic mistake. 

     her knuckles turned white from how hard she gripped the sides of the sink, her breathing was heavy as she tried to will herself to push the emotions away. the anger was bubbling over, she knew she had to release it in some way or her magic would make an appearance. impulsively she punched the mirror, shards of glass fell loudly onto the floor, but hope didn’t think twice about it. she gripped her injured hand with the opposite one as she inspected the cuts and blood flowing out of it. perhaps now was a good chance to test that healing spell since it was one of the most simple ones to wield. as her luck would have it, however, she was unable to do so because someone decided to walk into the bathroom. before the person could have a chance to say anything hope tried to hide her bleeding hand behind her back, “everything’s fine!” 

[jessaminelovelace]

“i made it give something back,” she said with terrifying quiet. the cauldron.

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stcrryskys·:

closed starter / sabrina + hope ( @trbrid· )

it had taken the blonde witch less than a day to track down the other woman; intent on seeking some answers or even just a general conversation. what was a conversation between two friends ? sabrina guessed that hope was going through the same thing that she was if their first interaction was anything to go by. arms crossed her chest, she lent against the nearest solid object, blue eyes watching the other, “ i am guessing that the store was more than calling out to you that day we met ? “ a playful smirk danced on her ruby red lips.

     surprise flickered on her face momentarily, then a smile as she understood what the blonde woman was implying. eyes scanned the area to make sure others weren’t around to hear their conversation. “you’re a witch too then?” hope didn’t have to ask though for she could just feel it, like some calling in her blood that another witch was present. something akin to relief filled her, knowing there was someone else like her in this town. “how did you find out about your powers? i shattered all the glass in my house, including the windows. that was before my memories came back to me and i was terrified of myself.” 

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stcrryskys·:

closed starter / feyre + nesta ( @trbrid· )

everything was coming back to the brunette woman in flashes; memories of tamlin, of being under the mountain, of falling in love with rhys, of the cauldron and more. just like she did done back in velaris, feyre found herself locked within her studio, painting out the memories as they came to her. this particular evening, the young woman found herself painting the sidra, remembering the times where she had walked by the river with either elain or rhys or mor or when the city had been under attack and she had used her powers from the water. 

as she painted on the canvas, her mind drifted to her eldest sister both in alucard and back home. nesta. feyre had no idea if the other remembered the things she remembered but a large part of her was worried that they would fall back into the distant and slightly hostile relationship they once had. a sigh left her lips as she remembered the amount of times their interactions had ended badly but it seemed the fate had other plans for the brunette besides hiding out in her studio. blinking a few times, she looked over her shoulder at nesta, “ how long have you been standing there ? “ words soft as she fought the urge to hide the painting.

     the sheets clung to her sweaty body as she woke from the dream that’s been plaguing her for some time now. it’s always the same; a winged man lying in a puddle of his blood, his beautiful wings in shreds, trying to reach for her as she screamed. there was men hoisting her up into what appeared to be a cauldron filled with endless black water. there were others around, but she couldn’t make them out, save for her sister who was on the floor with a look of dread on her face. the others were blurred figures, the sole focus going to the winged man. then she was violently forced down into the cold, depthless water. there was nothing but blackness, then the dream ends. 

     the fear was so great it was nearly tangible. it was a fear she didn’t understand, it was only a dream, and yet it always felt so real, so vivid. why the dream was always reoccurring was a mystery for her. the dream always haunted her on the days she awoke from it, sometimes it was strong enough to hole herself inside her house all day. strong enough that she couldn’t stomach any food for the day. today was one of those days. by nightfall nesta couldn’t linger here in the house any longer, scared of the dream that would come to her once again after she drifted off to sleep. she texted her sister, but it proved to be unfruitful for no response came. there was one place she was sure she ought to be. 

     not wanting to disturb her nesta was quiet as she strolled into feyre’s art studio and remained still behind her sister as she watched her work. when she eventually notice her presence she gave her an apologetic smile. “not too long. i didn’t want to interrupt.” she observed the painting and the faintest feeling of recognition overcomes her, swearing to herself she’s seen this place before, but can’t figure out where. “it’s beautiful. have we’ve been there before or is it something you’ve come up with in your head. i can’t figure out how, but it looks familiar.” 

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@trbrid​​  ;  hope & touka.

    ▸  “  i’m so alone  ”

     “ alone? ” a nerve snaps in touka. ever since certain memories started flooding back, touka had been UNRAVELING. slowly reverting back to her harsh, spit-fire attitude and holding on to years of abandoment issues. “ you’re alone? ” a pause, she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. if anyone should feel alone, it’s her. “ you shut me out. you wouldn’t answer my calls, you left my texts on read. you wouldn’t even open the door for me whenever i came by to check on you. — but you’re the one that’s alone? ”

    hope looked as if she had been struck across the face. after the initial shock from touka’s response faded it was replaced with anger. for a brief moment her eyes flashed a yellow gold. “my grandmother had died. the only family i had was taken from me. i’m so sorry if my depression was an inconvenience for you.” standing from where she sat on the couch she walked away to the other side of the room to keep a distance between her and the other girl. there was rage and sadness consuming her, she wasn’t in control of her powers like she used to be. if she didn’t have a tight hold on her emotions it could be a dangerous situation for any bystanders. the last thing hope wanted to do was hurt touka and have her added to the list of lost loved ones.

    “you know what the worst part is? turns out my ‘grandma’ isn’t even my grandma.” tears lined her eyes, “i remember my parents, i remember that both of them are dead. that i’m to blame for their deaths. i have no idea where my aunts and uncles are! they said they would always be there for me, yet they’re nowhere to be found and i can’t figure out how to reach them.” the lights in the house began to flicker, the walls shake, and hope stood as still as death. closing her eyes she forced herself to reign in the emotions flooding her. noting to herself once again it’s not wise to be with others when she didn’t have a good handle on her magic. the flickering and shaking ceased, hope opened her eyes. her face no longer held the wretched emotion that was sketched on it moments before. she put herself back in that deadly place of isolation, it kept her safe, kept her from getting hurt.

    her voice was a calm quiet, “i’m sorry i hurt you, i am. i know ignoring you wasn’t the right thing to do. but i am not going to apologize for feeling alone when everyone i love has been taken away from me.” she grabbed for her bag that was perched on the table nearby, ready to get out and away from touka as quickly as possible. looking toward the other girl she convinced herself it was best to sever the rekindled connection the two of them have before things get worse. “maybe it was a mistake to try to be friends again. i didn’t realize how much i had hurt you. i really am sorry, touka.” with that serving as her final goodbye to her she headed for the door while ignoring the phantom hand that clutching at her heart.

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