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murfpersonalblog · 17 days

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IWTV S2 Ep1 Musings - Dreams, Nightmares, and Faith

Wow. 😍 I love the new title card, with the bomber jets & explosions over upside-down...Paris? Romania? IDGAF--it's cool! I am SO glad AMC took us through war-torn Europe!

Something I found so interesting was the question of whether vampires dream or not.

(Armand stfu omg, him & Les both calling Claudia Infant Death 😅)

In the books, AR's vamps go into deathlike sleep--they're not really conscious, don't get woken up by much unless THEY'RE ready to wake up, and don't dream.

Vamps are like the dead, but UNdead--they're DAMNED. The damned don't get to wish for rainbows when they dwell in darkness. They die with their heartaches and grief, and spread it to others as harbingers of death.

In WWII Europe, societal vampires (Nazis, Soviets, etc) and actual vampires coexist, each preying on the innocent & vulnerable. Louis & Claudia literally tear through the battlefields and waypoints. I was wrong about them eating the dead/blown up body parts--they were feeding on dying soldiers, not ones already dead, but TBH at this point I don't know which is worse?

You feel sorry for Darciana and her revenant "child," sure, but there's also Morgan & Emilia--and what about everyone in that bunker (all those old women & kids), who'll probably starve now that their sole hunter/trapper can't get food for them anymore? Just so these serial killing vamps can eat!?!

Louis thinks "the blood is bad here" cuz they're drinking "misery and hopelessness" in war survivors & POWs etc; but really the misery & hopelessness is IN THEM. LOUIS is miserable (without Lestat). CLAUDIA feels hopeless (with Louis/her own companion). THEY (as vamps) bring misery wherever they go, internally & externally.

You're the walking DEAD, Louis. :( You will ALWAYS be cold. U_U

It's bad EVERYWHERE--love & community is what keeps people going--

--even in the middle of what seems like an apocalypse--be it WWII, or the "flying vampire apocalypse/Great Conversion." Even in a hellish place like the Theatre and the Children of Satan/Darkness. We all need/want a HOME.

Louis & Claudia have been stuck in a figurative nightmare, walking through the valley of the shadow of death along the Devil's Road. But poor AMC!Claudia has actual nightmares. 😭

She tells herself (through her diaries) that she doesn't dream, denying the suffering she goes through, trying to stay strong and not give her trauma power.

The tabula rasa of "infants" and child-like innocence that Armand refers to is just The Void for her. By avoiding her troubles, she's probably giving more power to the things that scare her the most.

AMC KNOWS what they're doing! Claudia's in denial too, and DreamStat's calling them BOTH out on it--but like Delainey said: unlike Louis, Claudia doesn't need a hallucination version of Les to tell her what she already knows--he's in her; he's her father--moreso than Louis, who only ever gets called "Daddy" now when they need to fake it! (Or is it REALLY fake for her? When she gets hurt, she yells for Daddy Lou's attention....)

There's her behavior with Louis', and her nightmares, compared to DreamStat. Cuz Louis' not asleep--he's wide awake, but being awake for him is like living in a nightmare with his eyes wide open. Louis said his own dreams were "erratic and often," but which ones is he even talking about, REALLY? His actual dreams? Or DreamStat; the figment of his imagination he admitted to "inviting" inside his head?

The Disney song goes "Have faith in your dreams and someday...the dreams that you wish will come true." For Louis his dream is obvs Lestat, and obvs by PLatRoA and Blood Communion Looustat's dream finally comes true. But for Claudia her dream is companionship, but also knowledge. She wants/demands answers.

(Only for us to find out 2 books later that all the legends really ARE true!)

Louis's having a crisis of faith--he is SCARED of his dreams, and what it says about himself, and has accepted his damnation with fatalistic & willfully blind cynicism--just like Armand does with the Childrren of Darkness/Satan, he's slowly losing his religion/faith in God (read: their "dead" exes: Lestat & Marius), while doubling down on the idea that they are damned and that all that exists is Hell/Damnation/Satan/etc.

He'd rather believe that baboons are roaming Europe than face another vampire who might reveal more about him than he's ready to accept.

He talks down to Claudia just like Lestat did; and constantly crushes her dreams by being a wet blanket. He gives her NOTHING positive or affirmative to look forward to.

Daciana's suicide is a wake-up call: she IS a good vampire (reltively speaking, ofc). She has dreams and wishes and loving feelings, too. She's visibly in emotional turmoil & pain, which Louis can relate to; acknowledging her as human, and finally looking forward to the future Claudia wants for all of them: companions sharing stories & knowledge & love; "we're a family?"

Louis COULD'VE followed Daciana into hopeless misery, but luckily he DOES have Claudia; them helping e/o to stay out of the fire.

And as sick as it is, Lou also has Lestat, and the comfort of knowing that no matter how bad he acts/gets, he's still alive.

There's still that glimmer of HOPE: "a spark in the dark."

As an aside:

Romania as the "ancestral home" of vampires is hilarious. Claudia's desperate to find out the truth--and she's close, for sure, as there are obviously vamps crawling all over Europe--but my heart just aches thinking about how mind blown Claudia would be if she found out that the REAL ancestral home of AR's vampires was Egypt.

Cinematic poetry, putting AR in the same frames where Louis talks about Dracula--only to drag vampire superstitions a few minutes in, as Louis and Claudia bicker over garlic & crucifixes. XD

#interview with the vampire #justice for claudia #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #religion #iwtv tvc metas #iwtv season 2 spoilers #must see tv #the hype is real #music

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captainsophiestark · 2 years

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Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

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Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Summary: Y/N and Elijah have been dating for almost a year, yet Y/N still doesn't know their boyfriend is a vampire. Elijah's determined to keep them out of it, but when an ambush comes at the end of a date, he might not be able to hide the truth any longer.

Word Count: 2,678

Category: Angst, Fluff

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"Alright, where to next?"

I smiled up to at boyfriend, Elijah Mikaelson, as we walked hand-in-hand through the streets of the French Quarter. After a few weeks of barely seeing him because he'd been so busy, we'd finally blocked out the whole day to spend together, doing whatever we felt like. We'd started with a nice picnic lunch before getting ice cream at my favorite spot in the city, and now we were looking for our next adventure.

"I'd be happy to follow you wherever you want to go," he said, leaning over to press a soft kiss to my temple. I smiled.

"I missed you while you were so busy."

"And I missed you. Unfortunately, my family requires my attention more often than I'd like."

I chewed at my lip as we walked a few more steps, then spoke up.

"I wish you'd let me help with some of it," I said. "I know all your siblings pretty well now, and I love spending time with them. I'd be happy to help you and them with whatever the problem is."

Elijah smiled wistfully and looked off into the distance, not meeting my eyes. Whenever I brought up being more involved in certain parts of his life, Elijah always had this same reaction.

"I love how much you want to help, Y/N," he said. "But with some things, there's just nothing you can do."

"E, you always give me that answer," I said, tugging at his arm a little bit to get him to look at me. "I'm not letting you off the hook that easily. I love you, and I want to be a part of your life in every way. I want to help you carry whatever burdens are always weighing on your shoulders."

Elijah sighed heavily and came to a stop, gently pulling me to a stop with him. I leaned back against the brick wall of a storefront, next to the entrance to an alleyway, and stared at my boyfriend as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Y/N... I love you. With everything that I am," he started.

"But?"

"...But there are things about my family and I that you don't know. And that I don't think you'd like to know."

"What, Elijah, are you all secretly part of the British mob or something?" Elijah huffed a laugh and looked away, so I stepped forward and pulled him to me by his lapels. "Come on, I'm serious. There's nothing you could tell me that would change the way I feel about you."

Elijah huffed a humorless laugh. "I don't know about that..."

I stared at him for a few more beats, hoping the silence would encourage him to tell me more. When it didn't, I sighed.

"Alright, you have a right to keep me out of whatever it is if you want to," I said. "But just know I'm here if you ever change your mind."

"I know. And I love you for it," he said, pulling me in close and giving me a soft kiss. I smiled as we pulled apart, then took a deep breath.

"Alright. Where are we going next?"

"How about a walk through the park?"

"Sounds perfect to me."

We shared a smile as Elijah took my hand again, and we headed off down the alley towards one of our favorite parks.

"So... after our walk in the park, I thought we could go through the bookstore?" mused Elijah, his voice a little too fake-casual. My face immediately broke into a giant grin.

"Elijah, have I told you lately how much I fucking love you?" He just laughed.

I was smiling up at him when he came to a stop, the smile instantly dropping off his face. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, then turned to look at whatever he was staring down so seriously.

I found three men walking towards us slowly from the far end of the alley, their eyes absolutely locked on Elijah. Elijah clenched his jaw then dropped my hand, taking a step to stand in front of me.

"Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say," he started, his voice deadly calm and his eyes never leaving the men ahead of us. "You're going to turn around and run out of here as fast as you can, get back to your apartment, and stay there. Do not look back, do not open the door for anyone. Do you understand?"

"Under- no, Elijah, I don't understand! What's happening? Who are those guys, and why are you so freaked out by them? I'm not just leaving you here without any help!"

"Y/N, I promise you I can handle this. But I need you to get out of here, now."

"Elijah, no-!"

I stopped short as the guy in the lead rushed forward, appearing in front of Elijah so fast I must've flinched and not seen him move. He swung at Elijah, but Elijah caught his arm mid-swing and absolutely clocked him in the face.

And his face.... His face...

I stared in shock at the scene in front of me as the other two guys rushed to join the fight. I took a few steps back as all three of them faced Elijah, giving me just as good a look at them.

Their faces weren't human. Their eyes were dark, with black veins running under them and through their cheeks, pulsing unnaturally. And their mouths... their teeth had turned into fangs.

All I could do was stare in horror as the fight continued. My heart stopped in my chest as the three attackers moved with unnatural speed, and I opened my mouth to scream for my boyfriend, but apparently I didn't need to. Elijah caught every punch and kick with unnatural speed of his own, and returned with a blow that sent the men reeling.

I took a few more steps back.

As the whirlwind of blows continued, Elijah turned enough that I caught sight of his face for the first time since the fight had begun.

His face looked exactly the same as the three men he was fighting. Dark eyes, black veins, fangs, and all.

I couldn't hold back a gasp as I scrambled a few more steps away from the fight. Even though it shouldn't have been possible, apparently Elijah heard it. He turned to me, his eyes still that horrifying, unrecognizable color, and I knew he saw the terror on my face.

"Y/N..."

Before he could continue, one of the guys attacked him again, and he was forced to turn his attention back to the fight. My mind reeled as I tried to process the scene before me, but I couldn't.

My heart raced as I backed up faster and faster, my panic quickly slipping the leash I'd been trying to keep it on. Once I reached the mouth of the alley, I turned and did what Elijah'd been asking me to do in the first place. I ran for home.

Even with the bright sun in the middle of the day, every person or hint of movement I saw on the run back to my apartment felt like a threat waiting to pounce. Every time my brain tried to start processing what I'd seen, it couldn't. It just shut down all over again, until I could only focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

Finally, I burst through the door of my apartment, slamming and locking it behind me. I backed away from the door, breathing heavily and trying to make sense of everything racing through my mind at a thousand miles an hour. What the hell had I just seen? This couldn't be real, could it?

After a second, I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my baseball bat. I had no idea what it could possibly do against the strength and speed I'd just seen, but it at least felt like it was better than nothing. I hid behind a wall, baseball bat poised and ready to strike. If somebody came into my apartment, I'd try to catch them off guard and make it out the door before they could catch me.

After minutes of waiting that felt more like hours, still nothing came. I dropped the baseball bat from my shoulder, instead holding it loosely in my hand and taking a few cautious steps back towards my living room.

With the immediate danger apparently gone, my mind finally started to process everything I'd seen. Or at least, it tried to process. Every time I thought about the faces of the men from the alley, the face of my boyfriend-

Any progress I'd made through the haze of disbelief in my mind shattered at the sound of a knock at the door. My heart dropped from my chest to my stomach, and I gripped the bat tight in my hands. I lifted it and crept slowly towards the door, not daring to make a sound even to ask who was there.

The knock sounded again as I crept the last few feet to the door. A familiar voice called out at the same time I gathered the nerve to look through the peephole.

"Y/N, please. It's me."

Elijah, his voice more desperate than I'd ever heard and looking more disheveled than I'd ever seen. His suit was torn up, and I could see blood on his face, hands, and clothes.

Through the small hole in the door, I saw him sigh heavily as he leaned his forearm against the door. His forehead followed, resting just above the peephole while he closed his eyes, pain clear on his face.

"Y/N... I know you're there. I can hear you on the other side of the door." I couldn't help a small gasp and a quick step back. "Please, just open the door. I can't come in unless you invite me, and even if you could, I'd stay out if you wanted me to. I just- I just want to see you."

The break in his voice–coming from my perfect, put together, never ruffled boyfriend–convinced me. It was a reflex, more than anything else, as I opened the door, a little bit against my better judgement.

I opened it slowly, still ready to slam it shut if I had to, but Elijah only took a careful, human-speed step back to give me a little extra space. He still looked devastated, but there was a careful spark of hope lingering in his eyes now, too.

"Y/N..."

"Are you hurt?" I asked, unable to stop my concern. Elijah looked down, a small smile on his face, before looking back at me.

"No. No, I'm quite alright."

I glanced pointedly at the blood on his hands, shirt, and face. He winced.

"I don't know if it's better or worse to tell you most of it's not mine."

I sighed, staring at the ceiling as I tried to focus on taking deep breaths. This had to be some kind of fever dream, right?

"I'll take it as a good sign that you're willing to take your eyes off me for more than a few heartbeats."

Slowly, I dropped my gaze back to Elijah, giving a teasing glare like I would when he made a bad joke. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and I sighed.

"I don't want to keep talking about this in the hallway. Do you wanna co-"

"Stop."

"...Excuse me?"

Elijah sighed heavily and rubbed a hand over his face, like he was already regretting his words. Still, he plowed on.

"You should understand what you're really doing before you invite me into your home."

"Elijah, you've been in my apartment before. We've been dating for almost a year-"

"You moved. I haven't been in this apartment since you moved."

I paused, thinking through the timeline. I'd been fully moved in here for almost a month now, surely he'd been in here at some point-

"I haven't," he said, almost like he'd read my mind. I raised my eyebrows as I realized that might very well be a possibility, and Elijah followed that train of thought too. "No, I can't read minds."

"Okay, you're making a very convincing case for the opposite to be true."

He huffed a laugh and shook his head, then refocused on me, the momentary light in his eyes now deadly serious.

"Y/N... I'm a vampire. One of the original ones, actually."

I just stared at him blankly. I blinked a few times, but his face stayed perfectly serious.

"Honey, now is not the time for you to start cracking jokes about the time I admitted I was into Twilight as a kid-"

"I'm not joking, Y/N," he said. "Please, don't run away. I give you my word, on everything I am, have been, or will ever be that I would never hurt you."

I started to cut in to call him ridiculous or say something else, but before I could, my boyfriend's face changed. Those horrible, black veins returned under his now-dark eyes, and when he bared his teeth, I could see clear as day that he really did have fangs.

I gasped and stumbled back a few steps, and Elijah's face immediately went back to normal. I could see the concern and sadness written in every line as I cautiously closed the distance between us again.

"While not all of the myths hold true, some are very, very real," he said, using his eyes to track every step I took towards him. "No vampire can enter your home unless or until you personally invite them in. You haven't invited me into this apartment yet, so if you're... concerned, it can remain a space where no vampire may tread."

I paused, looking my boyfriend up and down. Because that's what he was, despite the fact that he was apparently also some creature from mythology that I previously thought was fake. He was my boyfriend, and I loved him more than anyone or anything else in the world.

"...Elijah Mikaelson, would you like to come in?"

Relief flooded my boyfriend's face, even as I saw him try to hide how much my words were affecting him. He took slow, cautious steps forward and over the threshold of the apartment, clearly worried about scaring me off again. I just grinned at him.

"You look like Bella trying to pretend to be human in Breaking Dawn Part Two."

"I can proudly and confidently say I've never seen that movie and therefore don't understand your insult."

"But you did understand it was an insult."

"Checkmate," said Elijah, a soft smile breaking out on his face all the same. He hesitated, then asked, "So this really doesn't bother you? Just like that, and you've adjusted?"

"Have you ever watched me sleep, stalked me to a small town I was visiting with my friends, or broken my car so I couldn't go visit a friend?"

"No, no, and no."

"Then yeah, we're cool. Don't get me wrong, this is weird as hell. Neither of us are sleeping tonight, and not for any fun reason, but because I've got a thousand questions and I'm going to need a lot of long, detailed explanations for them. But... you're still Elijah. My crazy formal, crazy sweet, wonderful, amazing, kind, and caring boyfriend. Who I love very, very much."

Elijah smiled, then carefully, slowly, leaned in to kiss me. I didn't lean away, and we smiled into the kiss at the same time. I'd meant what I said. I wasn't planning on leaving Elijah, no matter what. I trusted him.

After a soft kiss, Elijah slowly pulled back, a rare smile on his face.

"It's whom."

"Excuse me?"

"Whom I love, not who."

"Uck!" I yelled, throwing my hands up and storming for the kitchen. "I give you a sweet, tender, wonderful confession of love and support, and all you can do is critique my grammar!"

I heard Elijah chuckle behind me, and although I didn't let him see it, I smiled. We really had a lot to talk about, and I had a lot to learn, but I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that no matter what, we were going to be just fine.

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bu11seye · 2 months

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knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

basics

✧ NAME: mimi .

✧ PRONOUNS: she/they

✧ SEXUALITY: lesbian w terrible comphet

✧ TAKEN OR SINGLE: single .

three facts

✧ my favorite bands are 5 seconds of summer , bts & tomorrow x together . i'm a serial boyband hopper and have been since i was like 7 starting with the jonas brothers .

✧ i collect dolls and dragon figurines .

✧ i'm a horror fanatic, specifically horror romance .

experience

✧ HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): since i was 11, so 13ish years .

✧ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr, twitter, q, discord .

✧ BEST EXPERIENCE: i've met my best friend through roleplaying , it's been ten years !

muse preferences

✧ FEMALE OR MALE: i don't have a preference . as of lately i like writing female muses after writing men for a bit .

✧ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i love angst specifically arguments . they're my favorite kinds of threads LOL. but i also like borderline smut responses and flirty threads i think they're fun . i like it all !

✧ PLOTS OR MEMES: plots . i love memes once the plot is established though ! i do tend to hoard them and then get stressed about hoarding them rip

✧ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: unfortunately i love long responses but medium responses are also fine ! i only like shorter ones when the scene doesn't give much wiggle room.

✧ BEST TIME TO WRITE: usually 2/3am my brain is doing backflips so i'm writing then

✧ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): short answer no long answer a little bit because i tend to put myself in odd areas of my characterizations and if we talk one on one for a long period of time , usually you can pinpoint certain quirks i have and preferences . every single aspect of a character is added with a reason and i can track back why i added this character trait . i'm very thorough with everything to the point where i spend hours thinking about and researching and making sure i know my characters inside and out and know their responses to any and everything . specifically jessie with how much work and time i've put into her . so while she's not like me personality wise, there are bits of me in her .

as for canon muses not at all. i write caroline & jeremy from the vampire diaries . caroline's a muse im still trying to find a voice for but i adore so much that i'm trying to do a character deep dive and jeremy is the bane of my existence but i know him like the back of my hand . he is the gift that i keep trying to return but he keeps coming back . i'm nothing like that man and frankly i hate him LOL

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accidentalslayer · 1 year

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Word Count: 1,952

Warnings: N/A for this chapter. Future chapters will explore darker elements, though

Author's Notes: New project, who dis?? Recently fandom-switched to Vampire Diaries/Originals & was inspired to write a little piece about two OCs interacting at the Mystic Grill.

From there on, the plot took hold of my soul, and now I'm writing a fic. Again. Lol.

Pairing: Yandere!Elijah & Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader (eventually)

Summary: Vincent Webb returns to Mystic Falls, Virginia after many years of avoiding his hometown. He decides to catch up with an old flame at the Grill only to be interrupted by his high school arch-nemesis: Richard Lockwood. How awkward for Vince! 🤣

Recommended Song: "Half of my Hometown" by: Kelsea Ballerini

Chapter One: The Prodigal Son

[October 1st, 1991

Mystic Falls, Virginia]

It hadn't changed. Not one bit. More than 5 years had passed without Vincent Webb, yet Mystic Falls was the same shit hole as it'd been on the day he'd skipped town. 'Like a mosquito caught in amber', he mused to himself, a grimace on his face, 'Or something else that refuses to change despite the march of time'. God was not without his keen sense of irony when he made this place, it seemed, and Vincent was glad that he had left right after graduating from MFHS. Glad that he'd gotten out of Virginia to explore the world. Away from any monster that went bump in the night...

But now, fate had brought him back to Mystic Falls.

The first thing Vincent did when he'd crossed the town line was visit the cemetery where his father laid and took a piss on the old man's tombstone. The second thing he did (immediately afterward) was shoot off a text: 'Hey, you free tonight? Meet you at our usual spot, be there in 30 minutes,' to his ex-girlfriend, Grace. The only woman to have ever stolen his heart or gotten him to consider a future in driving a family minivan around. That's how he'd ended up here at the Grill, tucked away within its backmost lobby, nursing a scotch past twelve. Observing his high-school nemesis, Richard Lockwood, as he flirted shamelessly in front of Carol Lockwood with their young, pretty waitress two booths over. No, some things never changed in Mystic Falls.

Footsteps approached his table. A pair of heels judging from the sound of their clacking on the polished wood floor. His eyes flicked downward to spy an all-too-familiar toe ring that he'd once bought for the girl that he'd loved as a teenager. Grace had arrived. And with her arrival, the ache of nostalgia in his chest. Vincent took a gulp of his drink to steady his nerves as she slid into the seat opposite of him.

"You know," he said, tone casual, "I thought Rich was always gonna end up with that Forbes chick. Not Carol. Remember how annoying they were in sophomore year making out during gym? Blech!! But, I guess he still likes blondes. Carol, though? Awful."

Grace rolled her sapphire eyes, "It's been YEARS, Vince, and /this/ is what you wanna lead with??? Not: 'Gee golly, Grace! I'm sorry for disappearing on you when you needed me, let me clarify what happened the night I literally vanished without a trace so I can take the years of STRESS I caused you off your shoulders! Forgive me, I'm a stupid fucking piece of shit, Grace'-"

"Grace-"

His ex's voice rose above his own, "-Grace, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or your understanding. I'm so, so, so, sooooo very lucky that you're even talking to me right now! Grace, I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, Grace-"

"Gracey-"

"-'Gracey', WHAT, Vincent?!"

Vincent looked pained when he answered her, regret etched in every wrinkle, and crease on his brow:

"You're right. I'm a piece of shit, Grace. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you the way I did back then. It's just...some family stuff happened after the accident. And I couldn't talk about it to anyone at the time. I didn't mean to hurt you. Honest truth, that wasn't my intention."

Deep, oceanic blues narrowed upon him. Grace stared at Vincent for a few breathless moments (skeptically, silently) as if attempting to bore a hole through his soul by sheer force of will.

"UGH, I can't stay mad at you!" she relented in a sudden huff, "I'm just glad you're alive. You have no clue how worried I was about you! We were all worried about you! There was a rumor that you'd died, Vince. That some kind of animal had gotten you out in the woods!"

A shadow fell over Vincent's face. He mumbled another apology to his ex, "Grace, I mean it. I'm sorry. I really truly am..."

"That's alright, Vince. It's water under the bridge now," she replied, grabbing the Grill's menu that lay on the table between them and browsing the selections, "Besides, you're going to buy me ALL the expensive booze I want tonight, anyways."

"Wait, I'm gonna WHAT??"

Grace snickered mischievously, then imitated his casual tone from before, "Payback, ya know? It's a thirsty bitch, Vince."

When Vincent met Grace Baker, it was freshman year of high school, and he'd just gotten swirlied by Logan Fell. While he was drying his hair with a paper towel in the men's bathroom, Grace had wandered out of its corner stall, gripping a pint of (half-drunk) Jack Daniels. Wearing that same cheeky grin she was wearing now, Grace offered him some, mentioning that: 'nerds like them had to stick together'. Tonight, the two of them were completing an ancient circle. This time around, it was Vincent's turn to buy the drinks.

Grace made his wallet hurt. She chose every ale and IPA off the reserve menu, then moved onto taking shots. Vincent tried to enjoy the moment, knowing full well that he was going to regret it all tomorrow. One way or another.

Their table piled up quickly with empty glasses, cups, and pitchers. As it did, their conversation grew more nostalgic. Both of them blamed it on the quality of the liquor.

"They hired a better fucking bartender since I've been gone! Do you remember the shit that David used to make for us back in the day?"

"Oh yeah!! We called it, uhhhh, "Witch's Brew" or something like that, right? It tasted so nasty but man did it fuck us up! Jodie could NOT hold that stuff down, though. Remember when she puked all over Mrs. Bennett's rug after Prom Party at the Grill?? And then we had to clean it up before she got home?"

"How could I forget?! Hahaha! I'm still scrubbing burger chunks out of my memory to this day!"

"Gross."

Their conversation grew more sentimental. They blamed it on how long it had been since either of them talked...

"You know, you were the only one back then who I could ever really be myself around. You just got me somehow. It was like we were...connected or something. Oh my God, that sounds corny as all fuck now that I say it, hahaha!"

"No, no, no, noooo! Not corny. Not corny for even a minute. Grace, I felt the same way. I didn't have to pretend around you. I could just be myself..."

"Same! We had our own language."

"Pig Latin. We used to make Mr. Brown SO MAD when he couldn't read our notes to the class. He was such a nosey prick back then!"

"Haha, yeah!! Yeah, he fucking was!! Remember when you literally ate your detention slip in front of him and he nearly had an aneurysm?! The little vein in his forehead was popping out, hahaha!!"

"Is Mr. Brown still teaching?"

"Naaahhh. Fired for taking pictures of his female students."

"Ha! Called it. I knew that guy was a creep!"

Their conversation grew more dangerous. They'd both blame it on themselves (and on each other) in the morning. One of them would swear that it had never happened at all.

"Our first date: do you remember where you took me??"

"Oh man, putting me on the spot. Uuuuhh, it was Fell's Church. We went to Fell's Church because I thought I was being edgy and cool. But you. You, uhhh, you said-"

"-I said the place smelt like raw ass so we left. We went to Grove Hill afterward. To that antique Bed and Breakfast for coffee."

"Yeah! Oh jeeze, that wasn't my best moment. It was the first date I'd ever had. I didn't know what girls wanted..."

"Get out!! Really?!"

"Serious as daylight."

"Do you ever...regret it? Even just a tiny bit? Your first date being with me? I-I know how much you loved Mercy-"

"I would've married you. I would've married you right after graduation."

"Oh..."

"Things just got in the way. Please, understand I never wanted to-"

Grace flinched. The warmth and approachability she'd possessed only a moment ago evaporated, replaced by a mask of ice. A practiced smile that didn't quite reach her eyes curved across her red lips. She put down her drink (a little forcefully on the table), feigning indifference while she spoke. But it was obvious that she wasn't happy with his heart-felt confession one bit.

"Look, Vincent," Grace said, shrugging, "We're all grown up now. We've made our own choices. You don't have to justify yourself to me, okay? Really. You don't! It's been YEARS since high school. As much as I miss it, I've moved on from ruminating about what could've been. And this surprise visit has been great, but... I really just want to get this over with so we can go back to our own lives. I'm missing Movie Night with my kids."

It was Vincent's turn to flinch now. Suddenly, he felt old. Like somehow, life had passed him by in the span of a blink.

"K-kids? You have kids??" He croaked, "When did that happen? How many do you...?"

Grace laughed, "Very first year into college! How scandalous, right?? Aaaand I've got two; an older son and a daughter. Alexander and Dawn. Dawn just had her birthday a couple of days ago. It was Beauty and the Beast themed. She was dressed up as Belle. She's been in a "princess everything" phase ever since she watched Sleeping Beauty. My son, though? He just really likes playing Street Fighter."

"Who's the-"

Vincent's mouth seemed to have trouble forming the words despite his best efforts. He pressed on valiantly, though...

"-the, ya know? The uh, father? Is he...?"

Grace flattened instantly. She sighed, rubbing at her forehead as if she had a big headache, "Just tell me why you're here, Vince. Tell me why you'd come back to Mystic Falls after all these years?? You haven't said a word to me since graduation! No, since before the accident! And you decide to appear tonight? Out of the blue? Just...randomly for shits and giggles? No, no. What's really going on, Vin-"

Two voices sliced through Grace's question and stole the moment:

"It's Vincent Webb!!"

"My, my! It IS! And with Grace Baker too!"

Both Vincent and Grace cringed as soon as they heard the sound. Memories flooded back to their previous lives in high school. And the humiliation they'd suffered together at the hands of the ones who'd just interrupted them; Richard Lockwood and his (now) wife, Carol Lockwood. Grace stood up immediately to leave. Vincent tried his best to follow suit but was stopped when Rich sat down in the empty space next to him, blocking off his escape route and locking him into the booth until Rich decided otherwise. Carol did the same with Grace.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Rich exclaimed, flashing a toothy smile at Vincent, "Aren't you a blast from the past?! I haven't seen you around my town in YEARS! And Grace, lovely to see you as always. How are your little ones doing?? What about that rambunctious son of yours?"

Carol laughed and subtly displayed the wedding ring she wore as she did so, "Oh, it's just like high school again! Isn't it, Rich?"

"Indeed," Rich agreed all too readily, "except I'm not giving this ol' boy here a flushie, hahaha! No, I kid, though. This man took his licks like a man! Isn't that right, Vince?".

Grace and Vincent exchanged helpless, annoyed glances between each other...

It was going to be a long night.

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@curseplay sent . . .

🐠 (why you love (or hate) this hobby): ack. so many answers. being able to experiment and improve my writing skills in a generally low pressure environment has always been something i appreciate. i don't consider a lot of the writing i do here to be of Great quality but it is always a fun warm-up for the big stuff (i say... like i'm ever tackling The Big Stuff).

🦄 (the best thing to happen to you roleplaying this year): i finally finished and started writing succession this year so: entering a new fandom and, as a result of that, this blog & all of you (: year after year, i'm ever thankful for the new friends i make through this hobby!

🦁(your favourite ships): umm r u fishing? rn? shivparis 5 ever. i honestly haven't done that much shipping over here so... hmu if u want to BUT. my sweet bianca @infernocte / shweetie val @whitelace / patrick!!!! @americanedpsycho . ur all wonderful and shiv loves u (in like.. an evil way).

🎹 (the worst roleplay trend): oh gosh. um. people roleplaying with their real face is nightmareish to me. but the vampire diaries faceclaim epidemic (somebody get nina dobrev and ian somerhalder compensation for what they did for the rpc) is also pretty rough to think about.

🔑 (your favourite kind of threads): AHH!!! okay. i love ugly, awkward interactions---i RELISH in very raw, human pieces of detail (i notice the irony lol). i love domesticity i love fluff i love future-muse threads (i love. writing old people). i love crazy little aus. silly like. vampire au got au. i TRY to steer clear of threads where muses are stationary, i would much rather they are Thrown into something. BUT I LOVE EVERYTHING!!!

#kitty send every question challenge.#seriously. shivparis 5 ever.#luser post.

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writer

Tagged by @pelopides

How many works do you have on ao3?

67. I would have more if I transferred more LJ stuff over, but I am largely embarrassed by those works.

What's your total ao3 word count?

282,047 words.

What fandoms do you write for?

I am going to list the major ones, but I dipped my toes in The Borgias, The Magicians, and Good Omens. But the ones I’ve written the most for are:

A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series

IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Supernatural (TV 2005)

The Vampire Diaries (TV)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you call my name and it feels like home (1,197 kudos)

i grow green with hope (599 kudos)

desire holds me like a knife (493 kudos)

twenty-one grams (493 kudos)

The Whispering Ghosts (Left You Out In The Cold) (433 kudos)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

The most honest answer is: I try, but sometimes my neurotic anxious parts of my brain take over and I don’t reply. As a commenter and reader, I personally don’t mind if the author doesn’t reply back because I don’t wish to be perceived, but I’m also not sure what the etiquette is anymore. Do they also want me to reply to their reply? Is this a conversation now? I think AO3 changed a lot of fandom norms and expectations because I don’t remember being this conscious of myself and comment threads were the norm. But anyway, the tl;dr of it: I try and work up the nerve and sometimes I fail, sometimes I do it months later, sorry!

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I tend to write ambiguous to hopeful endings, so this was hard to determine, so I think it is a tie between The Whispering Ghosts (Left You Out In The Cold) and Watch Your Step (You'll Need A Miracle). The former because the entire fic is bleak and the ending is essentially more of the same, while the latter is about the emotional shattering of someone post-assault.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This question is very subjective because I tend to write things that might not be considered happy for some people, but are happy to me. In a more traditional sense, twenty-one grams feels the most happy because the rest of the fic is a grueling exercise in grief and eventually Eddie is brought back to life and everyone can move forward, so the relief is palpable. But on an iddy level, my favorite happy ending is we could live forever in each other’s faces because I want Sam and Dean to have a baby and rule together in Hell forever and ever.

Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. I used to get a lot of angry comments in the From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series fandom, and recently I had a lot of disgruntled people on my most recent fic. It could be my long-term anonymous hater, but who knows.

Do you write smut?

Yes! I used to not be able to and I thought I would never be capable of it, but I feel pretty good about my smut writing skills.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I did back in the day, but it was largely Supernatural/One Tree Hill crossovers because I was sixteen and afraid to admit I shipped Sam/Dean. I do muse about crossovers from time to time because I want my faves to meet and I think a lot about how they would interact, but those stories are often low priority for me.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Apparently! Someone was reposting fics on Wattpad and one of my Richie/Eddie fics was reposted. It was deleted before I could report it myself.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple! It was an interesting and flattering experience.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can't do that because I don't speak any other languages.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, with @ladyculebras. We often do round robin experiments and exercises, and we posted devour me (if you really think that you can stomach me) because the exercise kept going and we finished the piece.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Sam/Dean is one of my longest running OTPs, so that feels like the obvious answer, but I never stop feeling feelings for my OTPs, they tend to go into hibernation until I am attacked with feelings and I spiral. Some of my OTPs I don’t write fic for, but still have an immense amount of feelings for. Right now off the top of my head, the OTPs swirling around in my brain at any given time are: Sam/Dean, Louis/Lestat (and Louis/Lestat/Claudia), Seth/Richie, Sam/Tara, Richie/Eddie (and Losers Club OT7), Quentin/Eliot, Geralt/Yennefer, Coriolanus/Lucy Gray/Serjanus, Katniss/Peeta (and Katniss/Peeta/Haymitch), Archie/Betty/Jughead/Veronica.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a huge graveyard of unfinished WIPs for fandoms past that I am sure I will never finish, so it is easier to answer that there are a few WIPs I really do want to finish some day. My exit from the IT fandom wasn’t really something I wanted to do, but needed to do for my mental health, but I hope to return and finish some fics when I have more distance. From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series is the fandom I have the most written in and I would like to finish my longer stories in the future.

What are your writing strengths?

I love writing prose and my descriptions are very lush. I also have a strong handle on emotion and using acts of intimacy to push the story forward, but also explore character. I’m good at character and relationship studies. I think I’m adept at writing hot sex scenes. I also have a flair for horror in ways I don’t often employ, but love when I get to.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I need to learn how to not get stuck in my own head and trip all over myself and my insecurities. My biggest hurdle is myself and my own mental hangups. I need to learn that it's okay to experiment and try new things and that I don’t need to please everyone, or be liked, I just need to please myself. I also need to work on not being afraid to write longer stuff and embrace that my brain has a lot of ideas that will take time to write

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I still have the handwritten notebook pages from when I was 11.

Favorite fic you've written?

I can’t answer this question because if I look at my fics, I will see the flaws. I will say I am proud of everything I finish because it’s often a battle of wills.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this and hasn’t been tagged yet!

#20 questions for writers #pelopides #about me

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Some episode 7 musings

I think I now know what @armavnd meant in their spoiler free review… I wonder if the end scene itself has been changed after season renewal news.

Because as big as that reveal was (well, for some, with all the people on here hunting down the hints^^), that comment that „Daniel only knows half the story“… I feel like they would have done that differently if they hadn’t known whether this might be the actual end.

And it’s interesting, because with Claudia’s pages being cut out… the swamp scene can very well still come (they did go to it and picked a location after all?). And if they hadn‘t known yet… I bet that episode would have been longer. And would have contained swamp and crispy. As it is, I bet they’ll open with it… or let it bleed in in Lestat’s POV later. We’ll see.

It also invalidates Claudia’s diaries as reliable narrator, too… quite the power move, story-telling wise.

I love, love LOVE the silver cord hints, and the implications coming with that, and Lestat musing absentmindedly about Those Who Must Be Kept. Armand obviously controlling Louis in a way or at least Louis‘ access to books/diaries etc. If for his own safety or not may be up to debate. The groan that could be heard again there at the end. The adapted version of Come To Me that they danced to. Damn.

I said it before, but Lestat never begrudged Louis and Armand their love… on the contrary, love is a very complicated beast in the Vampire Chronicles and it’s constantly shifting, too. I saw the take that they break up Loustat here and I… doubt it. This relationship between Armand and Louis is canon, too, and I love that they’re going there. There’ll be more relationships to come if we are lucky and get more seasons. I personally would love to see this version of the Devil’s Minion, too. Still, Louis calling Armand „love of his life“ will not go over well, lmao. (And I wonder if that, too, was a try to literally get a rise out of Lestat).

Antoinette is gone in this installment, and I personally, am not overly saddened (though as a character I feel for her, she deserved better). In the first book Antoine is just a side figure, a tool - Anne only pulled him back much later. With the way (s)he was used here it makes sense to drive the difference in emotions home.

Emotionally, they really hit the right tone for the killing scene. Louis coming back to „I wanted to slit his throat“ and „bleed you like a pig“ from episode 1… Claudia interrupting their dance once more. Their kiss.

Btw. I said it before in a reaction, but letting Louis fall back in love with Lestat - deliberately - to try to beguile Lestat was… cruel. Because that pain will now stay with Louis, and she doesn’t particularly care for that.

Still loved how masterfully she exploited his weakness… 5 moves ahead indeed. And then she totally miscalculated (imho) by giving Louis his „goodbye“.

Brutal.

I could be wrong, but I think that is what Armand is doing there, too - trying to give Louis his goodbye. And that will fail, too. (I hesitate to write backfire here because those relationships are extremely complicated - I don’t think a waking-up Lestat will actually take away from Armand’s and Loui‘s relationship - and neither will Louis’ and Lestat’s. I hope the show doesn’t buy into petty jealousy with them.)

All in all a worthy finale… and yes, leaving more questions than answers.

Lovely 😈 Cannot wait for all the BTS stuff and the next season, eventually.

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"Where did you even come from?" ( camille to niall. )

It had been quite a while since Niall had stepped foot back in New Orleans, the place he had been born over a century ago. He had left the day that Mikael had come for his children, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire of that family dispute. The only reason he was even returning now was because his brother, Nikolai, was engaged to be married to his longtime girlfriend Arabella and had invited him to the engagement party. Which had been a few days ago and yet the blonde vampire somehow still found himself in the Crescent City. He had come to Rousseau's by recommendation of his brother and had taken a seat at the bar which was mostly empty at this hour. He was looking around at the various pictures on the wall when he heard a voice come from beside him, turning his head so he could face the source. Niall gave the blonde woman behind the bar a smile and a wave before putting his hand back down to answer her question. "My mother last I checked, right here in the French Quarter." He paused for a second to think, tapping a finger on his chin as he did. "Mhm.. about 130 years ago." He told her with a teasing grin, looking down at the name tag on her shirt before speaking again. "Though I'm guessing that's not what you wanted to know, is it, Camille?"

#[the vampire diaries muses answer;]#[queenxvixens // camille o'connell]#[tvd muse; niall novak]#[niall & camille]#[verse; main]#[ooc; i hope this okay!]

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animadistelle · 2 years

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tag dump: claire bradley

&. * reflection / claire bradley. &. * musings / claire. &. * aesthetic / claire. &. * writings / claire. &. * claire answers / asks. &. * don’t put the blame on me / main verse. &. * before / past verse. &. * in the shadows / supernatural verse. &. * swinging on the riviera / retired verse. &. * blood lust / vampire diaries verse. &. * stranded / lost verse. &. * a pretty face can hide an evil mind / rogue verse. &. * solder + the spy / connection: tex + claire / casanovarogue. &. * she’s the life i’ve never had / connection: caroline + claire / seesgood. &. * thicker than blood / foster siblings verse / casanovarogue + shesdaylight. &. * desires / claire. &. * study / claire.

#&. * reflection / claire bradley.#&. * musings / claire.#&. * aesthetic / claire.#&. * writings / claire.#&. * don’t put the blame on me / main verse.#&. * before / past verse.#&. * in the shadows / supernatural verse.#&. * swinging on the riviera / retired verse.#&. * blood lust / vampire diaries verse.#&. * stranded / lost verse.#&. * a pretty face can hide an evil mind / rogue verse.#&. * solder + the spy / connection: tex + claire / casanovarogue.#&. * she’s the life i’ve never had / connection: caroline + claire / seesgood.#&. * thicker than blood / foster siblings verse / casanovarogue + shesdaylight.#&. * desires / claire.#&. * study / claire.#&. * claire answers / asks.

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☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? 🌙 Does the mun stay up long or goes to bed early? ⚡ What is the mun’s favorite weather? ❄ Did the mun ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do? 💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could? ☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

Muse talking about the mun

☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not?

"Sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn't, it depend on the thread or ask. But between you and me, Shayne should always listen to me."

🌙 Does the mun stay up long or goes to bed early?

"Shayne always seems to go to bed between 10:30 and 11:30pm, which is annoying, considering I want to stay up and talk to my friends and parents."

⚡ What is the mun’s favorite weather?

"Summer, she loves going to the ocean, eating all the summer fruits, ice blocks and does loads of shopping."

❄ Did the mun ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do?

"All the time, I hate it when she makes me apologise for things that I'm clearly in the right about or forces me to say something that I don't actually want to say."

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what?

"All of the time, it's my favourite way to pass the time whilst Shayne is stuck at work or running errands. I like to constantly talk about how I want to answer asks and then what I want to say in replies."

🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could?

"By going to the beach and then going to this really fancy shopping centre that just down the road from the beach for food, cocktails and shopping."

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

"Shayne does, which is quite rude frankly, I want to be her one and only muse. But I suppose they're fine to live with, I can tolerate her vampire diaries muses and that one dc muse of hers if I must."

@ppctts

#answered asks #ppctts #she's such a brat

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wasdeviant · 4 months

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#WASDEVIANT. indepedent, selective & sporadic activity MULTI MUSE feat. canon & original muses from the game DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN. written by ASH / they them / 25+. must be over 21 to follow / interact.

AFFILIATED WITH: @cursedher ; @welcomeleon ; @roseguided ; @frightes.

ㅤㅤㅤ¹ˑ MEMES. ²ˑ MAIN. ³ˑ USFW SIDEBLOG.

GUIDELINES.

following. i like to keep a low follower count, so i will not follow everyone back. i am incredibly low / sporadic activity. i have a lot of other blogs that fluctuate between hyper fixations. do not follow me if you're under 21, you will be blocked.

drama. drama is a no from me. let me know if you believe i’m interacting with an actually harmful person, and i’ll consider what my next steps are. if you post excessive vagues and callouts, i will block you.

dni. don’t follow me if you write/support billy hargrove, tate langdon, or nate jacobs, including multis. do not follow me if you write 13rw muses, the boys, teen wolf, the 100, stranger things, or vampire diaries/all spinoff muses, excluding multis. no gross behavior with minor muses, either, thanks. i also won’t follow you if your pages are too hard to read ( ie. extremely small font, light text on dark background, etc. ). it’s not hard to make your rules accessible for others.

shipping. shipping is open to age appropriate muses and needs to be plotted thoroughly beforehand. most of the muses are androids, but are considered adults ( with their respective fcs ), so no muse under 21 will be considered for romantic shipping with any of the featured muses.

credit. psd is in a crowded room by jaynedits. icon border is by somresources.

MUSES.

markus. model rk200. previous caretaker, now leader of a revolution and messiah of jericho. fc: jesse williams.

connor. model rk800. the android sent by cyberlife. finding answers and helping where he can. fc: bryan dechart.

hank anderson. lieutenant of the detroit city police department. drunk with a heart of gold. fc: clancy brown.

shavonna. model wr400. previous worker at the eden club, now an android smuggler and vigilante. fc: danai gurira.

#pinned.

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hoggleswart · 6 months

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ANONYMOUS SENT : 5, 9, 16, 17 & 24.

YOUR FAVORITE ORIGINAL-VERSE OC (OR ONE OF YOUR FAVORITES) :

real talk ⸻ i don’t really have a lot of original - verse / fandomless characters, if any, which is a bit shameful. i’ve just kinda always leaned more towards fandom roleplaying than i have original genres, so this is actually a super hard question for me to answer. i’m gonna cheat and take one from nox instead; ezekiel burke. i just adore my funky lil grump. i’ve had so much fun building him here with everyone, and plotting with him. i don’t think he’s a character i ever would’ve immediately thought up, but the wanted connection was right there and the rest came naturally. i’m obsessed with his personality, his background, his dynamics. i consider him very much a work - in - progress at times. i’m still learning things about him myself as i go, but everybody here has been so good at helping me establish him and i just. clutches him close. my guy.

A FANDOM CHARACTER WHO YOU WOULD REALLY LIKE TO PLAY :

dominic toretto. there are truthfully so many characters i’d love to write, and simply not enough time to do so. i get muse for somebody new almost every time i watch a new show. if i went by a harry potter - based universe, i’ve always been drawn to the main guy themselves ( harry ) or lee jordan. i haven’t written the first in years, and i’ve never written the second, but i think about lee a lot. he’s a character i don’t see a whole lot of, but i think he’d actually have a very interesting presence. away from harry potter, i’m currently watching one tree hill for the first time and entering my peyton sawyer era.

YOUR FAVORITE RP NOTP :

i don’t know if i’m reading this question right. like is it for one of my notps, or a pairing that’s considered a popular notp by the fandom, but i like it? favourite notp is confusing me. my biggest ( i wouldn’t say favourite ) notp in general is damon & elena from the vampire diaries. a popular fandom notp that i possibly have a softspot for is . . . jimmy & fiona from shameless.

YOUR FAVORITE RP FAMILY RELATIONSHIP :

i’m gonna have to make this one nox - related, because there are two families here that i get nothing but joy outta building. the first is the burke family and a very, very special shout out to caro, because she’s very patiently listened to me ramble & ramble, helping me flesh them out, and then together with her version of ezekiel’s sibling? we’ve built a family connection that i hold very dear to my heart. the second is the weasley family. i find them a constant delight to explore, especially ( again another very special shout out to rachel this time ) him with ginny or, uniquely, the generation of weasleys that came before with ned and their other siblings.

YOUR FAVORITE RP GENRE :

fandom every time, especially because there’s so much potential to put your own headcanons into it and explore an avenue you didn’t get to see while watching / reading. i love taking canon and saying nope.

#𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ⸻ meme.

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