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Now Matt's never been the smartest kid in class. Witty banter and snappy comments have never been his strong suit, and it shows against an opponent like Katherine. He doesn't know how to counter her blatantly obvious flirtations (or threats?), at least not in the same way quips just seem to roll off of Damon's tongue.

Instead, he grabs a basket of fries from the window to the kitchen and plops it down in front of Katherine. A poor substitute for blood, but it would have to do for now. He takes his own bite and watches the vampire, chewing slowly to give himself time to think. Refusing her could mean a reaction that the Grill might not be able to withstand, but it also seems absurd to walk into the clutches of a literal predator. Still... better him than the rest of the unsuspecting patrons. Matt's not smart, but he's loyal, willing to put his neck on the line, figuratively and literally.

"Okay fine, I'll meet you in the back in an hour. Trusting you not to kill me since you know I pour the best drinks in town."

Katherine's brow rose playfully as he spoke, she even pouted at the threat of being kicked out.

"Awww come on Matty, I only feed openly when it's a dominance display." The vampire smirked.

"And unlike your merry band of impulsive feeders here, I actually can control myself." She paused, taking a sip of her drink. "So another hour wait is totally fine."

Katherine set her chin in her palm and smirked, wordlessly saying 'your move' after calling his bluff.

#[ ch: matt donovan. ] #[ ic. matt donovan. ] #[ katherine pierce / malka-lisitsa. ] #malka-lisitsa #oh look who woke up #briefly though i have to actually work now

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did some light clean up and tweaking of my rules and would appreciate a re-read <3

#[ ooc. ] #the link is to my hope blog but the rules are the same everywhere

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I don’t believe I’ve paid the puppy tax yet on my blogs so if you’re waiting on a reply from me or a DM response……. I’m sorry, I’ve been a bit distracted.

#[ ooc. ] #this is why i've been quiet ngl #probably will continue to be a bit quiet as she settles in #dog tw

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OOOOOO I get to brag on Arrow! @founderscouncil

The RANGE of characters you play is amazing just to start- secondly Katherine just ADORES your Matt. Idk shes just obsessed with him idk. But honestly what I'm really excited for is your AU Regina??? BRILLIANT. I just can not WAIT for more of her. (Hope is a whole different blog so im not gonna touch on her but just know chefs kiss)

On top of all of that? Arrow you're just an amazing person and I wholly enjoy talking to you ooc.

#[ save. ] #<33 this gave me a much needed smile

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He doesn't question it when Davina suggests there's stuff out there worse than Damon Salvatore and his moodiness. Vampires are hard enough to deal with as is, and their run ins with hybrids weren't exactly any better, so everything else is just gonna have to take a ticket and wait in line. "I bet you know way more about than just the things that make it to Mystic Falls," he says with a chuckle. "Do I even want to ask what the worst you've come across is or is that just going to make me lose even more sleep?" Mostly a joke, if only because he hasn't slept very much ever since learning that his world is inundated with supernatural creatures.

He lifts the last of the boxes that he had been tasked with helping with and places it on the stage. "Man, the bar really is low for us, huh?" he asks, unsurprised. Most guys, himself included, could be jerks, even if they do an okay job of fooling most people. It's usually just a matter of time. "Well, in a world like this, I figure it's probably better to grow and learn," Matt shrugs. "If I still acted like I did in high school, I'm pretty sure no magic ring would've saved my life."

                     his  humor  was  cute  and  she  couldn't  help  but  grow  a  bit  more  flustered  around  him.  coming  to  mystic  falls  had  shown  her  a  lot  though.  that  there  was  a  lot  more  wars  that  were  going  on  outside  of  the  ones  she  battled.  and  that  there  were  others  who  have  taken  up  the  role  of  protecting  those  they  love.  it  felt  nice  to  fit  in.  to  have  that  in  comon.  and  matt  was  one  of  the  toughest.   eyebrows  raised  as  she  nodded  and  smiled  .  "  i  can  imagine  there  was.  "  davina  replied.  "  you  know,  i'm  still  learning  everything.   i  know  about  all  of  it  but  –  the  fact  that  there  are  more  species  of  supernatural  creatures  out  there.  some  even  worse  than  a  rogue  vampire..."  truthfully  djinns  freaked  her  out  the  most  out  of  everything.  the  way  they  could  poison  you,  bleed  you  dry  and  cause  you  to  fade  slowly  while  your  mind  was  trapped  in  some  sort  of  dream.    

             small  towns.  they  seem  to  be  a  beacon  for  everything  weird.   and  this  place  had  quite  a  lot  of  historical  events  around  it.  of  course  she  had  briefly  read  up  on  the  place  on  the  way  there  from  kansas.   there  was  a  lot  of  raised  questions  though  concerning  events.  but  while  the  winchesters  decided  to  investigate,  she  was  told  to  mingle  a  bit.  in  which  she  did.   "  hey  ,  that's  a  great  thing  though.  shows  that  you're  not  a  typical  guy  in  that  aspect.  "  the  witch  replied  .  "  you  seem  like  the  more  nicer  and  down  to  earth  type.  which  is  admirable." 

#[ ch: matt donovan. ] #[ ic. matt donovan. ] #[ davina claire / hellgiven. ] #hellgiven #q.

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She lets Diana work through the question on her own, not wanting to prompt her one way or the other. She's sure that different cultures and covens have called the concept different names but she has to believe that it can be traced to some place beyond the Gemini coven. Witch bloodlines don't just show up fully formed in Portland, Oregon, of all places.

"Kind of," Bonnie hums. It's not exactly what she experienced at Kai's hands, nor is it what the twins can do, but it's a close enough start. "Yes on not being born with innate magic, so they have to siphon or extract or pull out, I guess, the magic from someone or something else." She tries to straddle the line between descriptive enough that it might jog Diana's memory while still being vague to keep the true nature of her query under some mystery.

"Have you ever heard of like... being able to pull the magic out of someone like that? I mean, would there be a limit to how much magic they can absorb? Or could they... kill someone like that?"

      the answer genuiely surprised diana because she hasn't expected that bonnie's reason for the protection spell was because she pissed off enough powerful people. yes, bonnie was an extraordinarily gifted witch but she also seemed like a sweet person. aside from that, this seems like a small town. how much danger can be hidden in here?

      diana followed the request and sat down in a fluent motion, curious about what the day was going to bring. unfortunately, diana was not often among people, at least not when it went beyond superficial contact. her previous way of life had not made it possible to really get to know someone. a year of life and a hundred years of sleep made this impossible, and many were dead long after waking up the next time. 

      diana’s hands were resting on her lap as she thought about bonnie's question. "siphoning as in ... extracting magic?", she asked because while she had not heard that term before, diana tried to derive its meaning. 

      "it is what some peoples do to preserve the magic of their ancestors. it is usually something quite specific. some type of witches pass their magic to the next generation because they aren't born with the amount of magic they would need to practice. is that what you mean with 'siphoning'?"

      diana's true age as well as the amount of knowledge was cleverly concealed by her young appearance. dahlia had studied all types of magic in her drive to best them all and had passed that knowledge on. it's quite possible that diana knows what @founderscouncil is looking for but sometimes terms have changed over the past thousand years.

#[ ch: bonnie bennett. ] #[ ic. bonnie bennett. ] #[ diana dahliasdóttir / touchedbydestiny. ] #touchedbydestiny #q.

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She is dancing on a fine line and his fingers twitch briefly with the urge to rip out her heart and be done with it. He may have promised Elijah restraint in his dealings with Kisa, but he figures several decades will placate any real annoyance from him. But again, Klaus weighs his options and instead chooses to pointedly ignore the slight. "Well, would you like to give Marcellus a ring, then? Ask if he'd like to join this little hunting expedition or shall we get this show on the road?"

He's surly in his response, like a petulant child, but it's nothing unexpected from him. He doesn't wait for her to reply, sweeping out of the room and briskly heading towards the exit. "I suppose we should start with your charming little bar, see what sorts of clues we might reveal. Yay or nay on the witches? Dreadfully finicky, but they can be helpful."

KISA WATCHES HIM CAREFULLY IN HIS SILENCE AND KNOWS THAT SHE'S UNSURPRISINGLY HIT A NERVE. Unsurprising because at the end of the day, as powerful as he is, he is just a man. And she knows men. She had spent a thousand years surrounded by the very worst of them, and the one thing they all had in common was their almost fanatical desire for control. She'd spent so long on the wrong end of it, now that she's regained her own power, she finds a certain delight in fucking with it.

"You think I went to you first about the vampires?" a brow arches and she knows that she's playing with fire, but she doesn't care. He could hurt her just as she could hurt him, but neither of them could kill the other. It's simply be centuries of tit for tat. "I went to Marcel," what he should be flattered about, is that it's him she chose for the hunting party, even if it was mostly with the intention of keeping him on a leash as best she could. "He knew as much as you did," only she trusted him more to own up to it if he really had been the culpable one. "So I came here."

#[ ch: klaus mikaelson. ] #[ ic. klaus mikaelson. ] #[ kisa / ladicsa. ] #ladicsa #q.

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Keelin stands at the ready, watching also as the flames start to die away. She's ready to be whatever Freya needs, especially in these next few weeks. Technically, there's an assignment waiting for her back halfway across the world and before all of this happened, she thought she may have even convinced Freya to join her in her travels, but now she knows that wouldn't be the case, nor would she dream of asking her given all that's transpired. "Okay, I'll stay," she reaffirms quietly, and she doesn't just mean tonight.

The light from the fire dims considerably, not that it bothers her overly much. She took off her moonlight ring for the occasion, feeling somehow wrong to suppress that side of her, at least tonight. Hayley deserves all of her, and her angst over being a werewolf can resume in the morning.

Once the fire is finally, completely gone, Keelin squeezes Freya's hand and nudges her toward Hope. With Hayley gone and the Hollow still scattered into pieces of the rest of the Mikaelsons, Freya is the only person who can actually be near Hope without causing major problems. "How is she holding up? How are you?" The question feels hollow because what other answer would she realistically get, but Keelin still wants to establish a baseline, falling back to her training. "When's the last time that either of you ate something?"

Watching as her family fragments off in to pieces once more and the remainder of the vigil tends to the wake, Freya finally allows her full composure to slip. Whispering a quiet "thank you" to Keelin at the allowance to stay. The witch turns away from her, and away from the boat. Wiping a silent tear from her face Freya couldn't help but feel the heaviness on her heart, and the remainder of the tears that would come, one way or another.

Her thumb silently rubbing over the back of Keelin's hand, the grip keeping her just in the present, turning back to her when the other spoke again. "stay". and then she cleared her throat, pushing some of those tears back down inside of her. "Please stay, I'm not sure I want to be alone tonight". Or any night and with her family separated, Freya needed somebody to be with her. A thousand years spent trying to find her family and as soon as she had them with in arms reach, everything started to go wrong. People started dying all around her.

"not much longer now" she says with her attentions turned back towards the boat. The fire was fizzling out and soon the lake would fall into darkness. It felt needed, for Freya to be there until the very end. Hayley deserved that and the witch couldn't help but also feel a bout of sorrow for Elijah, not being able to give his final goodbye, but in his current state, he wouldn't have remembered Hayley. Something Freya hopes she isn't the one to break the news when there family can finally reunite.

#[ ch: keelin malraux. ] #[ ic. keelin malraux. ] #[ freya mikaelson / multi royalty. ] #multi-royalty #q.

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General PSA: I’m totally fine with starting over! If we tried to write together once before and the thread fell flat or got dropped, I’m game to try again. Not all first interactions are going to be golden, and sometimes it takes a few tries for us to understand how our characters might merge together in writing. I’m still interested in roleplaying with you, so feel free to send asks / like my starter calls / hit me up in the DMs!

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The idea of a full week of respite away from their chaotic family sounds like a dream, and he grins at the suggestion, as unlikely as it may be. It's the thought that counts and he hopes that Freya never loses that spark of hope. He fears it's a lost cause for the rest of their siblings, but despite the difficulties that Freya has gone through, he likes to imagine they were less horrific than the monsters the rest of them had been forced to be.

But the mood sobers, and he waits patiently as she finds her words. Her question is one that he's asked himself hundreds or even thousands of times before, but it's not really as though he's ever found a satisfactory answer. Relaxing is nothing more than a mask he puts on when there's nothing else to occupy his time. After a thousand years of living, he's done everything he's ever dreamed of and more, yet the one constant seems to be the violence that follows them around.

"If you think I am ever relaxed, I fear I may have misled you," Elijah says with a grim smile. He too is constantly searching for the next threat that is always around the corner. The consequence of existing at the top of the food chain is that there is no shortage of people who wish to challenge them in hopes of taking their place. "Did you ever have the opportunity to learn the piano? Or any other musical instruments?"

               Freya chuckles, delighted that @founderscouncil would play along. “Very fair indeed, brother. I would propose, however, that we still join forces should a catastrophic crisis arises – as well as ensure we get at least one consecutive week off a year each.” Unlikely, yes, but was it not him who called her naive and delusional and refreshingly optimistic once? She still carries the hope their family can be together, can be healed.

               But then her expression sobers. “How do you do it?” she asks, voice quieter, as she looks away. Vulnerability is slipping through the cracks in her armor and, though she trusts him completely, it’s hard not to feel ashamed by it. “Relax, I mean. I feel like I am looking for threats everywhere I go, finding them where there are none to be found, creating them if need be.” Her life has been a war for long as she can remember. The last time she felt truly at peace was when she was wrapped in Matthias’s arms, awaiting their son, plotting their escape; but Dahlia ripped that away from her, as she did everything else.

               What does Freya stand to lose if she lets her guard down now? She has more on the line than ever.

               A sardonic smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “I suppose I’m asking for advice. As they say, there is a first time for everything.” Given how head-strong she is, such occurrence is rare. But she is tired, so tired, and he is … well, Elijah. Solid. Dependable. Has his wise moments. “What do you usually do on quiet days? Are there any activities that you enjoy that would require, say, someone to accompany you?”

#[ ch: elijah mikaelson. ] #[ ic. elijah mikaelson. ] #[ freya mikaelson / viikingwitch. ] #viikingwitch #q.

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Matt knows that she's just looking for a reaction out of him, though he's not entirely sure what kind of reaction she's expecting. His ears feel a little warm and he busies himself with wiping down an already clean bar counter.

"Sorry, I'm not on break for another hour," he deadpans. Having people feed on him happens more often than he cares for it to, even if he usually only allows it in an emergency. "And I'm making a new rule that any vampires that feed on my customers get cut off for a week. I can get you a basket of fries though."

He doesn't have to say much, the compliment, even if it was just echoed- was enough to widen her smirk. Delicate fingers took the glass and swirled the amber liquor around.

"Mmmmm, I could use a snack." Katherine hummed, looking him up and down obviously. Teasing? Yes, but also one hundred percent serious. She is in firm belief that she is the only one that truly appreciates how pretty he is.

#[ ch: matt donovan. ] #[ ic. matt donovan. ] #[ katherine pierce / malka-lisitsa. ] #malka-lisitsa #q.

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Matt grimaces as Davina uses her own blood to draw a symbol on the brick face of the wall, and he wonders not for the first time how insurance handles all these "wild animal attacks" that seem to plague their town. But he thinks back to the casual mention the witch had made to her coven and realizes that she had very much not been exaggerating when it came to them wanting her dead. He pulls his pistol from its holster, checking the rounds and magazine. Wooden bullets would still do damage to witches, but it's different shooting a witch, compared to a vampire or a wolf who heals much more easily. "I'll cover you," Matt offers, looking out into the street towards the wall Davina pointed to. "Get to that truck and use it to cover the rest of the way," he nods at the flatbed that had swerved to a haphazard stop in the middle of the road when the witches appeared. "Once you finish your magic stuff, we can cut through the alley towards the woods. Pretty I sure I know these trees enough to lose them in there." Pressing his back to the wall, he nods at Davina, ready to move on her cue.

          hands  still  clung  to  his  arms  as  he  pulled  her  around  the  corner  of  the  building.  not  wanting  to  let  go  .  the  coven  finding  her  was  not  something  she  was  prepared  for.   in  fact  ,  it  was  all  a  surprise  to  her.  even  though  ,  the  fact  that  rowena  had  warned  her  that  the  magic  in  her  charm  bracelet  would  slowly  fail  if  she  were  to  die.  which  --  the  witch  had.   after  a  moment  more  ,  she  slowly  let  go  of  his  forearms   ,  back  pressing  against  the  wall  as  she  stood  next  to  him.  eyes  closed  for  a  moment.   hand  reached  down  to  where  the  large  gash  on  her  hip  was  ,  slowly  running  a  few  fingers  over  it  before  she  turned  around  and  began  drawing  a  sigil  on  the  wall.  "   i  wouldn't  say  a  proper  family  reunion.  remember  that  coven  i  was  telling  you  about  ?  "  eyes  glanced  towards  him  as  she  hurried  ,  making  a  circle  around  the  enochian  symbol.  "  the  one  who  wants  me  dead?  yeah  .  .  .  well  ,  they  found  me  ."  and  finally  ,  it  was  done.  davina  swallowed  hard  before  looking  across  the  alley  way  ,  towards  the  other  building's  wall.   "  i  need  to  get  over  there  and  draw  another  barrier  spell sigil .  .  .  it's  not  much  and  only  lasts  till  the  sun  goes  down.   but  it  bides  us  a  little  time  to  get  the  hell  out  of  here  .   " 

#[ ch: matt donovan. ] #[ ic. matt donovan. ] #[ davina claire / hellgiven. ] #hellgiven #q.

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You ready? I am now

#[ ch: freya mikaelson. ] #[ fc. freya mikaelson. ] #[ ch: klaus mikaelson. ] #[ fc. klaus mikaelson. ] #[ fc. elijah mikaelson. ] #[ ch: elijah mikaelson. ] #[ freya & klaus. ] #[ freya & elijah. ] #started from the bottom and ended up here #q.

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Hayley lets Hope follow the woman to the bathroom and she looks around at the cottage. It's nice, quaint in a way that looks like it was plucked out of a history book, but cozy. Hayley isn't used to a house that actually feels like a home, especially not since they'd left New Orleans. "I think apples and pears, and maybe some potatoes would be great and would probably travel the easiest." She doesn't want to put out this stranger, even as suspicious as Hayley might be.

"You know, you actually look a lot like someone I used to know. You don't have a twin named Katherine somewhere out there, do you?" Hayley jokes, though her eyes watch carefully for any reaction. "What made you decide to settle all the way out here? Tired of the city life?"

Hayley is pretty certain that there's enough land out here that she could settle down with the family and avoid this doppelganger with minimal effort, but she can already hear both Elijah and Klaus yelling at her for leaving such an obvious open thread hanging. "Aren't you afraid of like, bears or wolves all the way out here?"

           tatia was not pleased with the idea that someone else could settle near her. she didn’t like the idea of losing her quiet life at all. she had lived here for so long, it was her home. being forced to move would mean losing this familiar environment - maybe even forever. however, tatia did not show these thoughts.

           "it is really very secluded here, but this also means giving up many amenities." tatia had a small generator for power generation and also a pump for water, but she rarely resorted to these things. she mostly preferred things the way they used to be. nonetheless, she is aware that modern life provided many amenities that just weren't possible if one lived hours away from the next population. it does make her wonder how hayley and her daughter ended up here.

           a nod followed hayley's words. "of course that's possible. follow me." tatia left her equipment and the cloth she used to wipe her hands in the garden before she led @founderscouncil towards her home, a simple cottage made of stone and wooden elements. "the bathroom is in here", tatia opened a door that led into her bathroom. it was simple - just like the entire cottage - but had everything you needed. 

           fortunately, tatia didn’t have to worry about inviting strangers into her house and maybe discovering something unusual. although many things were very old, but neat - and also inconspicuous - tidy and stowed away – it fit well into the overall concept. "you’re welcome to sit down while i pack up something for you. i can offer apples, pears, berries, potatoes and i think i also have some carrots and radish. do you want a bit of everything or just certain things?"

#[ ch: hayley marshall. ] #[ ic. hayley marshall. ] #[ tatia ivardóttir/ touchedbydestiny. ] #touchedbydestiny #q.

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endless gifs of Landon Kirby (23/?)

#[ fc. landon kirby. ] #[ ch: landon kirby. ] #just a lil guy #q.

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"Wait, Ariel is real?" Lizzie looks up from where she had been fiddling with the artifact once more, as though it might open unlike the 94 other times she had previously tried. Lizzie wants to call bullshit on half of the things that Cardan says, simply because of how absurd they are, but given that she's seen dragons and fucking Santa Claus, it's not exactly like merfolk are that outside of the realm of possibility. Actually, it's pretty on brand compared to some of the other things they've dealt with. She looks back down at the item, as though seeing it through a new lens. "Storing something of importance," Lizzie murmured to herself, echoing Cardan's words. She wonders if said something of importance is inside the item now, or if she could store one of her own possessions in it, but none of that matters if she can't open it.

Eyes flicking back over towards the fae, Lizzie crosses her arms. "What will you gain? Um, seconds at the breakfast omelette bar for a week?" she offers, as though the school doesn't offer a very robust meal plan for its students. "I don't know, what do you want?" Her face twists briefly. "And if you say something stupid like 'a kiss', I'm going to punch you."

He is ready to answer her remark with a rather unflattering comment when the golden artefact is taken from his grasp and his hand is left open with his palm facing the beamed ceiling. Closing in into a fist, manicured digits then proceed to lay upon the empty mahogany desk of who he assumes to be the administer of the school before they begin to drum against the polished surface and plumb lips are soon to purse into a rosy, flat line of disdain. Dear Mab, the mortal girl can definitely use some manners concerning courtesy but then again, the oldest of the siphoner twins ― even though they look nothing alike each other in contrast to the mortal twins currently residing in Elfhame ― has never been particularly polite.

❛ It is a Faerie artefact, and judging by the engravings surrounding the opening nozzle it belongs specifically to the Folk of the water, commonly known to mortals as Merfolk. ❜ Cardan says, despite the inherent urge to withhold the information as a direct consequence of the blunt disrespect. He is acting kind and mature, as the mortal who goes by the title Professor Saltz-man proclaimed he ought to be to remain in the premises of the school ― although, with the danger that is seemingly surrounding the estate similar to a faerie dance in a High Court's revel, Carda knows not why he is even bothering to stay. Certainly, he can be safer anywhere else in the mortal land; but then the realisation dawns upon him that he has nowhere else to go. Leaning back in the leather chair facing the desk, the Fae offers a shrug of his shoulders as his hands fold across the dark, woollen sweater with the tiny, golden s initials engraved upon the far end of its chest plate. ❛ More often than not, it is used as a means of storage of items of importance, but I see not what I will gain out of this to provide further information. ❜

#[ ch: lizzie saltzman. ] #[ ic. lizzie saltzman. ] #[ cardan greenbriar / cruelprincae. ] #cruelprincae #q.

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FAVORITE TVDVERSE SHIP APPRECIATION WEEK day one: favorite ship ↳ Freya/Keelin

#[ ch: keelin malraux. ] #[ fc. keelin malraux. ] #[ ch: freya mikaelson. ] #[ fc. freya mikaelson. ] #[ freya & keelin. ] #needed so much more of you #q.