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I’M HERE.

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miseryled‌:

JESS’S   BLOG  LIST  :

@alphaeir  –  hayley  marshall @tormentbled​  -  multi muse 

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support my shit blogs ???

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JESS’S   BLOG  LIST  :

@hellrisen  –  niklaus  mikaelson @miseryled  –  landon  kirby @alphaeir  –  hayley  marshall

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WHERE CAN YOU FIND JESS ??

landon  kirby   —  @miseryled

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WHERE CAN YOU FIND JESS ??

landon  kirby   ---  @miseryled

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theres nothing like getting a new store manager and hating her fucking guts. i stg. i absolutely dread going to work now and i almost have panic attacks on a daily basis. i hope i hear back about my interview i had on monday, because i can’t do this any longer.

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looking  for  new  rp  partners  !!!!    hmu  !!!

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aescende·

     Her gaze falls to the arm of her throne,  to the slender finger teasing patterns along the wood.  No doubt the action’s purpose is to gain her attention ;  to entice her ;  to make her breath catch and her imagination run wild  –  her lover knows her better than she knows herself.  Gone is the disapproving voice of her ticha,  demanding she push such weakness aside and focus on her people and a vision of the future.  Her only thought is how much she yearns for her lover’s touch,  for the embrace that allows her to forget the burden she was born to bear,  if only for a few stolen moments.  

     So strong is her longing that she almost misses the other’s words,  lost as she is in daydreams of the bliss only Costia can bring.  She has to draw herself back to attention with a sharp breath,  cheeks tinting a soft pink as her gaze lifts to meet her lover’s.   “ A throne should not be comfortable.  No ruler should enjoy sitting on it.  Though it does look rather tempting to me right this moment.  Too tempting. ”

       fingertip  finds  the  smallest  of  cracks  in  the  smooth  wooden  arm,  evidence  of  many  years  of  meetings  and  use.  “  too  tempting,  hm ?  you  could  come  and  join  me.  there  is  plenty  of  room.  ”  eyelids  fluttered  as  she  gazed  at  the  brunette  with  curled  lips.  after  so  long  together,  costia  knew  just  what  to  do  or  say  to  her  partner.  it  was  as  if  they  were  one  cohesive  unit.

“  of  course,  that’s  if  the  mighty  commander  doesn’t  have  better  and  more  important  things  to  do  in  her  time.  ”  casually  crossing  one  of  her  legs  over  her  other,  costia  leaned  back  comfortably,  a  hand  reaching  to  unclasp  the  metal  clip  which  held  her  hair  back  from  her  face.  dark  locks  cascaded  over  the  side  of  her  face  with  elegance.

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zombleeds·:

    ❝     A week ago, some kid pulled a knife on me. —– And all I could think was, ’ good ’. He should be on edge and defensive at all times.     ❞     Because that’s the way the world’s been for so long, right? Never knowing when one could trust a stranger. Never knowing if someone is holding a deadly secret or is aiming to kill someone for what they possess.     ❝     Then I remembered, it’s over. The horrors we have lived through those years… it’s over and done with.     ❞     But it doesn’t feel that way. What he’s endured —– what they’ve all endured, that shit stays, doesn’t it?

Some days, this group feels like a waste of time. As if talking out one’s feelings is gonna actually solve a damn thing. But he attends every week like clockwork. Made a promise to his lady and everything. Maybe it’s for the best. He’d like to think he’s made a friend or two out of this situation. Like the one sitting adjacent to him.     ❝     It’s over, right?     ❞    

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                                                                   it’s  over,  right ?  

those  three  little  words  made  glenn’s  mind  a  tornado  of  chaos.  it  should  be  over.  the  undead  were  gone,  things  were  slowly  rebuilding.  but  even  the  ones  with  the  most  humanity  left  questioned  their  situation.  “  i  don’t  think  it’s  ever  going  to  truly  be  over.  what  we  all  went  through,  what  we  all  did  --  it  changed  us.  whether  it  was  for  the  better  or  the  worse ...  i  guess  we  don’t  know.  ”

some  people  were  taking  all  of  these  changes  well.  they  were  finally  happy  and  relaxed.  glenn ?  he  hadn’t  relaxed  at  all.  instead  he  was  prepared  for  things  to  go  south,  again.  what  was  that  saying  -  things  seemed  too  good  to  be  true ?  yeah,  that  was  what  it  was.  

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shefiights·:

          ❝ just somethin’ about him. ❞  it’s an honest answer.  ezekiel intrigues her, not to mention he’s kind and obviously very fond of carol.  feels good to be wanted, to be appreciated.  not that she isn’t here.  it’s just…  being here don’t feel right anymore.  she feels that her place may be at the kingdom.  ❝ him and henry…  they need me. ❞

           a  soft  hum  vibrated  carl’s  throat  at  her  words.  it  wasn’t  so  much  as  he  was  disappointed  but  sad  at  the  thought  of  her  leaving.  “  either  way,  whatever  you  decide,  you  always  have  us.  we’re  family.  ”  biological  or  not,  they  had  all  gone  through  so  much  together  ;  had  grown  and  lost  together.  blood  relations  meant  nothing.  they  were  family  regardless.

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this blog is gonna go thru a little revamp. psa. not that anyone will prob read this lmao

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am i making single blogs to avoid this one? maybe

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gonna take a break. ill be here if you need me.

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         when  you’re  the  closing  manager  tonight  so  you  cant  call  out  even  tho  you  feel  like  you’re  legit  dying.  

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tribridqueen‌ .

her soft spot for children is showing. someone should spoil them. why not the richest girl on campus?     ❝   i’ve a growing list of requests dr.saltzman keeps texting me.    ❞    they’ve entered the gushing portion of girls day out. pausing mid-stride, hand hovering over the door handle, she shrugs. school was school. learning not only magic, but average curriculum? was something to be taken in stride.     ❝    no body slamming jed or filling lizzie’s shampoo bottle with nair this week. i’m on vacay.    ❞

boring but necessary. the less time she spent putting the riff-raff in their place? the less time she spent in miss.tig’s office. peeling through layers of her psyche to understand why. as if watching saltzman’s brain lock up needed explaining.     ❝    i know drives from new orleans to mystic falls aren’t exactly a fun time for everyone. anything new to report on how freya and keelin are doing? vincent?   ❞

     "  filling  a  shampoo  bottle  with  nair ?  that  is  old  news,  sweetheart.  i’m  going  to  have  to  teach  you  some  other  ways.  "  hayley  had  pulled  some  good  pranks  years  ago.  and  what  better  way  than  to  bond  over  that ?  

"  hey,  you  know  i’d  drive  days  nonstop  if  it  meant  seeing  you.  driving  from  new  orleans  to  mystic  falls  is  nothing.  "  her  own  hand  grasping  the  drivers  side  door,  she  pulled  it  open  and  climbed  inside.  shutting  the  door  afterwards,  hayley  brought  the  seatbelt  over  her  and  clipped  it  into  place.  "  everyone  is  great.  freya  and  keelin  are  still  enjoying  married  life  -  mushy  lovebirds.  vincent  is  well  vincent.  it  is  all  the  same,  apart  from  them  all  missing  you.  "

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shefiights· .

          ❝   was   planning   to,   yeah.   ❞      they   needed   a   good   cleaning   after   having   been   used   for   the   war.      she’s   glad   that’s   over   now   though.      the   communities   can   finally   be   at   peace.      ❝   you   know   i’ve   been   thinking…      might   go   back   to   the   kingdom   with   ezekiel.   ❞

        experienced  hands  picked  up  one  of  the  pistols,  double  checking  that  it  was  empty  before  beginning  to  take  it  apart.  "  oh  yeah ?  what  made  you  think  about  doing  that ?  "  carl  asked  curiously,  fingers  moving  without  thought,  sounds  of  metal  echoing  in  the  room.