#puresails

[bornforthegoodfight]

i know we’re all going to have a lot of feelings about that. (bereavedxx)

the haunting of hill house   sentence meme.

{ precedes x }

She was retired. After Doyle and everything in the basement, seeing with clear vision what had become of her grandmother, she wanted to leave the necromancy behind and to exchange it for investigative techniques and skill. Yet, something kept haunting her. She couldn’t put the case of Hades and the portal called Styx behind her. It left the objects on her shelves, and it made the temptation to use them greater and greater.

Amelia Frances…

The call still came in her grandmother’s soft, lovingly manipulative voice. She had questions, about Hades, about Mikael, about whatever came next. One moment, she was at her desk, and the next, the door was locked and the lights out. Striking the match against the side of the box, she lit one candle then another until she was surrounded, cross-legged on the floor.

Closing her eyes, she opened herself up as an energy source. The memories of the basement flared up again, the grasp and that sinking feeling of being pulled where she’d never come back…to the places where the Librarian had gone. “This is a mistake,” she said aloud as she shifted to blow out the candles when she heard it.

“The heir…the Mikaelson heir…”

“The Mikaelson what now?” She popped back up, listening intently. “Henrik’s the heir.”

“No.”

The spirits spoke together, in something of a flurry and fuss, talking over one another, so Fran pulled out some paper and began to write as it came through.

“The.

Mikaelson.

Heir.

Born.”

Then the chaos stopped as it was replaced with a melody of voices.

“of a Siren.”

“When?” Fran asked.

“It’s already started” said one.

The pen fell from her hand, and she barely muttered a goodbye to the spirits as she took out the flames with a single wave of her arm on her way up to her feet. Running all the way to the Mikaelson house, she let herself in where she found Claire and Rebekah.

“Anikaia’s pregnant!” She blurted out.

“i know we’re all going to have a lot of feelings about that.” 

“I tried to tell Kol,” Rebekah started.

“No, it is Kol’s…” Fran corrected.

“That’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?” Henrik asked as he entered the room.

“The Mikaelson heir born of a siren,” Fran repeated the prediction. 

“The what?” The Siren herself appeared at the top of the stairs. 

“Oh.” Fran muttered, not expecting to be the one to pass along the joyous news to the mother-to-be herself.

“You’re pregnant, apparently.” Rebekah did it for her.

“Kol can’t have children.”

“Yes, I’m afraid he can,” Fran replied, “but I guess it doesn’t hurt to be sure.” 

Elijah entered on hearing the commotion, and Fran sunk down on the couch beside Claire as Rebekah rose to get a pregnancy test for Anikaia. With a breath, she looked over, “penny for your thoughts?”

#bereavedxx #the haunting of hill house meme #originalxconceit #puresails #ripyouxapart #questforyoursalvation #rulerofthehome #// you can know as soon as 8 days and it's been 14 so.......here we go!!

[museswithinx]

AMA: Ronnie, what kinds of ideas do you have for Ani’s baby shower?

ANONYMOUS PLAY TIME

“Well, I only have one solid idea right now, but I’ve been brain storming a couple of others incase she’s not a fan of the first. Ani’s a siren, so she has a strong connection to the sea, so I was thinking a sea themed baby shower. I really love getting creative whenever I bake, so I have an idea for a cake and some smaller desserts that I think she’d really love with that theme. I’m trying to think of a few games as well, but we’ve got some time and I don’t wanna bring anything up till all the baby shock has worn off.

Anyway, that’s I’ve really got right now idea-wise.”

#Anonymous #( veronica hunter ; ) #puresails #anonymous play time #answered #//shes also totally gonna drag seph and rebekah into this lol #even though rebekah isnt ani's biggest fan

[originalxconceit]

❛ You did it. I love you. ❜ { bc oops is their jam lol }

* (  LEGACIES 2X04 /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

@puresails

Returning home after a particularly long night, Kol finds Anikaia still awake and clearly waiting for him. These last few months had been something of a ride with the insane cultist threatening to end an entire species with his siren. But that was where Aurora had messed up. She declared war on the Original family. There was only ever one way that could end, and yet it seemed their enemies never learned.

Smirking as he crosses the room to her, he banishes any lingering anxiety by informing her, “it’s over.” Aurora’s little Augustine operation had, quite literally, gone down in flames once they figured out a way inside. The blood of many scientists and cultists coated his hands as well as his shirt. Any progress they’d made with their experiments died with their whole operation. 

Aurora herself had been a difficult one to track though, and even more annoying to touch, but the second Mary Louise had brought down the magic barriers and defenses protecting her, Kol had been first to pounce. He could still feel her racing pulse as his hand curled around her neck and she fought for air. It would have been so quick and easy to pop her head off with his bare hands and present it to Anikaia with a bow on top, but Seph, knowing what he would do, had been on him before it could get that far. Apparently her and the Bennett witch had other plans for her before she was sentenced to die.

Kol had argued with Seph for some time after that before she appealed to his desire for Aurora to suffer. A quick death would have been far too merciful for the likes of her and she had agreed. She deserved to die a horrible death; like the one she’d had in mind for Anikaia. Until then, she was their prisoner.

“She’s not dead quite yet, but she’ll not be a problem anymore,” he continues before giving her a brief summary of everything that had happened. 

❛ You did it. I love you. ❜  

Opening his mouth to continue, Kol is rendered speechless as he is taken aback by the words she blurts out. It was like something of a shock wave to hear from, well, anyone. But especially her. Whether she was just feeling emotional in the moment or what, he wasn’t sure, but she had said them. Clear as day, he had heard it. Even she appeared surprised. 

He wasn’t sure how to take that and he was even less sure how to react to it. It was like he had stepped into completely foreign territory here and didn’t know the language. Feelings weren’t really his strong suit; he didn’t typically do or handle the whole emotional sappy thing well, or at all. As he regains his composure though, Kol plays it off to alleviate the awkwardness that had settled during both their silences. 

“Of course you do. What’s not to love?” He retorts cheekily as he gestures to himself and the smirk returns. Brushing her hair back behind her shoulder, he looks down at her with an amused head tilt. “And you’re about to love me even more, darling.” Leaning down, he brushes his lips against hers, murmuring in between kisses, “Bonnie’s going to reverse the clock on her, and then I’ve arranged for a one-on-one. How’s a bit of revenge sound to you? We could torment the beast just like we did those wretched Rolland traitors. Have a little fun with her before you pop her skull and send her six feet under where she belongs.”

If anyone ought to kill Aurora, it was Anikaia. The witch had come here with an agenda to end the siren line, among other things, so it was only fitting she look that final failure in the eyes as she swung the ax. It was rather poetic. Besides, Kol got an immense pleasure from watching Anikaia work. She could be just as twisted and creative as he could, and that was just one of many reasons he enjoyed her so much.

“When this is all over and she’s dust, let’s get out of dodge for a bit,” he suggests as he kisses her more hungrily now, guiding her back toward the bed. “We’ll celebrate. My family owns a lake house not far off from here.”

#puresails #( impress me ; anikol ) #legacies meme #answered #//please excuse my super shaky voice ugh #i havent kol'd in so long #plus im coming off writer's block lol #also yes #i may be setting up for deniz being conceived lol #since i think we agreed she'd be heavily pregnant by clarik wedding #but let me know if i should change anything #also one day he'll know how to say it back sdkfjdf #ONE DAY

[magicxfix]

in continuation.

This siren really had it out for her kind. On one hand, Bonnie could understand it but on another, she was generalizing the whole bunch. She owed her nothing, especially considering the part she played in torturing her friends, but this wasn’t something she wanted on her conscience. She figured somewhere deep down underneath all that hatred and hostility was good.

“Okay well, Henrik and Claire aren’t the only ones that needs protecting,” she starts. “It’s been brought to my attention that they know where you are... the ones that hunt sirens. You need to be careful.”

#puresails #//EEEEEEEE #thats me excited LOL

[intothewildsea]

🙌

Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

Arnfinnr is one of the oldest selkies from the Irish Sea.  His seal form is that of a harbor (or common) seal.  He grew up near the island that is now known as the Isle of Mann, and was one of the few selkies who spent a lot of time interacting with humans.  He’d always been fascinated by humans and their different cultures, and was eager to learn more about them.

Like Niamh, Arnfinnr eventually broke away from his pod and decided to wander the world, exploring wherever his wanderlust led him.  While he’d had many love affairs, he’d never been in a serious relationship, and didn’t even consider one until he met a young man named Ross Byrne.  They fell head over heels for each other, becoming instantly smitten, and it didn’t take long for Arnfinnr to decide to stay in Ireland with him.

The two unofficially married and later on, once Ross had taken leave from his job as a lawyer due to contracting cancer, they settled in a small village near the sea.  Luckily, Ross recovered from his illness, but decided to officially retire due to still being in poor health.

Arnfinnr and Niamh met when she happened upon him on the beach by the village.  He instantly was able to sense that she was a selkie, like he was, and they became fast friends.  Eventually he and Ross helped her set up her own home in an old cottage owned by Ross’ family, and the two men practically adopted her as a granddaughter.

#puresails #answered;; #[i love niamh's gay selkie grandpa] #underneath the waves (headcanons)

[bereavedxx]

❛ But you’re forgetting one, crucial piece of information right? ❜

* (  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

Well if it wasn’t the she-devil herself, Claire thought to herself as Anikaia interrupted the quiet of the living room. Unfortunately, there was no buffer to keep the two women somewhat civil toward each other today. It had never come to any physical blows between them but they weren’t exactly best friends. They were barely even acquaintances.

“What? Do you need help cleaning up your latest crime scene? Hopefully they had more of a fighting chance than the last two,” she offers in way of a greeting. It was no secret how she felt about the stunt Kol and Anikaia had pulled with the Rollands. It was cruel and inhumane no matter how anyone tried to paint it.

❛ But you’re forgetting one, crucial piece of information right? ❜ the siren shot back in her defense, earning an eye roll from Claire. 

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You got his real intentions for the barrier out of him.” Her response was dismissive, refusing to reinforce and enable their bad behavior. They had both been wrong. “I mean, you’re only a siren with the power to make people talk with a little humming and Kol has the ability to compel people to do whatever he wants, but hey--- bravo. Congratulations on torturing two powerless humans for seven whole hours when you could have just used a little mind control. You must be so proud.”

Gathering up her belongings, she decided she would take her activities back to her room. She really didn’t want to be alone with this witch-loathing bitch right now. Before leaving though, Claire leaves her with something else to think about.

“I hope you realize that all you’ve done is made martyrs of them. You’ve proven to them exactly what they believed all along--- that you’re monsters. I think we have enough enemies frothing at the mouth to see the Original family go down in flames without adding even more to the list. But hey, what do I know, right?” 

#puresails #the good place sentence meme #answered #//maybe one day these two will be friends #that day is not today LOL

[vilefeather]

𝚃𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁

tagged by: @kalijhomentethi​ {Many thanks!}

tagging: @shadowlover, @monstriiss, @vilestblood, @rosmcrinus, @sxnguinesxnctum, @ncumenia, @puresails, @apogexn, @defyances, @piltover-sharpshooter, @notte-la-lagna, @ringmaster-jack

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): Mu or Crow.

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ):  November 3rd.

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ):  Scorpio.

FOUR ( HEIGHT ):  6′1″.

FIVE ( HOBBIES ):  Playing video games, roleplaying, writing essays, Dungeons & Dragons, listening to music.

SIX  ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ):  Too many to list; The Sing-Song Girls of Shanghai by Han Bangqing and the A Song of Ice and Fire series are up there, though.

SEVEN  ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ):  The Hit House by Ruby Friedman.

EIGHT  ( LAST SHOW/MOVIE WATCHED ):  Borat Subsequent Moviefilm.

NINE( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ):  I’ve always gravitated towards relatively minor but powerful characters within games when it comes to roleplay, because it gives me ample room to create headcanons and develop a character of my own without potentially having to ‘shoehorn’ them into a setting as an OC. The Bloody Crow of Cainhurst basically fit this mold perfectly, and his association with my favorite faction in Bloodborne, i.e. Cainhurst and the Vilebloods, only made him more compelling. My characterization of him itself has basically been my effort to fuse the archetype of a bloodthirsty, aggressive warrior with that of a loyal and unflinching court knight.

TEN  ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): The Crow (at least in my canon) is a ‘vile’ blood, and his feathered cape is one of the most distinctive things about him. Hence, “vilefeather.”

#{ out of vials } #{ beneath the helm } #{hope you all don't mind the tags!} #{i've been away for a bit so this might be abrupt}

[justallthingsthatsall-blog]

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#fishyfriday #puresailing #youtube

[museswithinx]

“You are an ill made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning.” {Rose again}

☾ Game of Thrones (S3 3.01 - 3.10) Sentence Starters

The latest gossip had Rose in absolute uproar. Anikaia, magically pregnant, and Kol was said to be the father. Like this was Twilight or some shit. HA! It was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard in her life and she was going to tell that little trollop as much. A vampire couldn’t father a child, it was physically impossible, but for some reason everyone was treating this as a fact. Had everyone lost their minds?

Well, not Rose. She wasn’t about to let this gold digging bitch further spin Kol into her little web of lies and deceit. It was despicable the lengths this woman would go for a bit of Original attention and a place to lay her head.

“You lying little whore!” She hollers as she stomps into the kitchen where Anikaia was helping herself to HIS food. “Do you have any shame whatsoever? From day one, I always knew you were only in it for what he could provide and this just proves it. Just admit it! You fucked some random guy, he knocked you up, and now you have nowhere else to go, so you’re trying to trap Kol! I know exactly what you’re doing. Classy as always, aren’t you?”

“You are an ill made, spiteful little creature full of envy, lust, and low cunning.” The siren snaps back at her, full of anger at the accusation and clearly not in the mood.

That was too bad. Because Rose didn’t care about her mood, she cared about her sweetie pie’s future and well being. How was he meant to achieve any greatness if he was suckered into taking care of some bottom feeder’s baby?

“And you’re a deceitful whore full of bullshit and stupidity. You better watch your back, because I’m going to PROVE to Kol once and for all just who you really are.”

#puresails #got meme #( rose novak ; ) #answered #//oops LOL #she has quite the vocabulary im sorry about her LMAO

[originalxconceit]

#ooc; #//omg that askkkkk #puresails #you know the one sdfjhsfjh

[magicxfix]

#// duddeeeeeee i'm here for Kennett 2.0 js#especially since even ani and bonnie are getting along now lol

AHAHAHA I’m just sitting here imagining Bonnie’s reaction if her daughter ended up dating Kol Mikaelson’s son 

#puresails #kennett 2.0 tho #like look how cute!!!

[vilefeather]

The rock that parts the wave—the cotton that muffles the ear—the candle that weakens the darkness. The otherworldly motes within his brain flare and expand, tugging at his senses: he hears, he knows, but he restrains himself from truly listening. 

“No.”

With slow, deliberate steps, one after the other, the knight brings himself nearer to the woman, pushing his body forwards as if against an unceasing gale. Even bolstered as he is, even when not channeled into song, it takes no small effort to push away entirely her words entirely, to ignore the barbed commands that she hurls towards him. 

Perhaps he could stop where he was, speak with courtesy, declare his identity as she requested, and it would be so simple, so easy, so convenient...he would not.

“You...have no place here.”

@puresails

#{ threads } #{ song from beyond } #puresails #{no worries! thank you kindly for the nice ask response!} #{no need to reply to this if you'd prefer not to!} #{the way i'm handling it is that is Insight allows him to resist the influence of her voice} #{but not block it out entirely} #{so it still takes a fair bit of effort for him to wholly ward it off}