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#// um...welllll...we love him anyway LOLLL
Listen. Pretty sure it was his epic dance moves and killer sense of style that won Rebekah over LOL ;)
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Anonymous said: Has your relationship with Rebekah improved at all, Adrian?
Ask My Muse about a relationship of their’s with another Muse. No questions are off limits, they will answer anything.
“Somewhat. We’re not exactly laughing over family dinners or poking fun at Jared together quite yet, but I don’t actively hate her or feel like she’s going to rip out my throat anymore. I guess if I’ve taken anything from this place it’s that not all vampires are monsters. She’s my brother’s wife, I have no reason to worry about her.
That being said, I don’t really trust the rest of that family. Henrik’s fine, Elijah and Finn seem alright, but the others I wouldn’t turn my back to for even a second.”
#anonymous#( adrian hunter ; )#ripyouxapart#( adrian & rebekah tag ; )#ask my muse about a relationship meme#answered#//a little growth
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Anonymous said:
What advice would you give Sawyer and Mikayla if either of them ever wanted to compete for Miss Mystic?
Blow up my inbox.
“Do everything Astrid, my mom, Aunt Alice, and I tell you to do. Be yourself, but don’t be yourself. The best version of you, so forget for a while that you’re a flawed human being. But do it. If either of them or both of them wanted to do it, I would say they should. It’s a lot of fun, even if it does get a little catty. It’s competition. Maybe by the time they’re ready in a couple years, I’ll be one of the judges. Who knows.”
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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!!
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When the trio were off doing their "Always and Forever" kumbaya pact, where were you?
Come bother my character about…
their poor life choices, their questionable life choices, that thing they always try not to talk about, the weather, stuff
“While they were all kissing Nik’s arse and playing favorites with one another, I was either daggered in a coffin or off on my own travels. Mostly Europe as I quite enjoy Europe.”
#anonymous#come bother my character meme#ripyouxapart#mikaelsonmongrel#questforyoursalvation#answered#//lol he always mad about the always and forever trio
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Excited to have Bekah as a sister-in-law?
ANONYMOUS PLAY TIME!
“One of my best friends is going to become my family. That’s like the dream, isn’t it? I’m so excited to have her as a sister-in-law. Even if nobody else comes to approve of me, I know I’ll still have her at my back.”
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“I’m not stalking you, I’m following you without your knowledge. It’s completely different”
Random sentence starters.
For the past few days now, Bonnie had the strangest feeling she was being followed. From her house, to her favorite diner, her friend’s houses, the Grill, and even the local library. She was due to meet with Gray and Quinn soon which made her even more uneasy about her stalker. She could hardly with meet them if someone was tailing her. Maybe she was just being paranoid but this was Mystic Falls. It was rarely ever just nothing.
As she scans the library shelves looking for a specific book, she’s startled by a loud thump. One of the larger books had fallen from the shelf down the aisle. Or was knocked, rather, as she swore she saw a flash of blonde hair. It was too quick to tell though.
“Alright. enough. Show yourself or I’ll light you up like a Christmas tree.” She demands, now fairly certain her follower was a vampire. Either her threat had scared Rebekah into stepping out in the open or she wanted to make her presence finally known. Given how arrogant the Originals were, she assumed the latter.
“Why are you stalking me?”
“I’m not stalking you, I’m following you without your knowledge. It’s completely different”
Bonnie failed to share in her amusement. If Rebekah was following her around then she was probably suspicious or hoping that she would lead her to where the Rollands were staying. Neither of those meant anything good. Now she’d have to be more careful and take pre-cautions before meeting with the Rollands again. She was not going to be responsible for bringing death to their door.
“Don’t you have better things to do than follow me without my knowledge? It’s weird and not to mention creepy.”
#ripyouxapart#random sentence starters meme#answered#//hope this is okay!#i figure since rebekah is prob suspicious of bonnie#id toss it into the main LOL
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♨ What unlikely, ‘only possible in RP’ ships have you enjoyed writing with your muses?
All the crossover fandom ones I have with Sam whether their romantic or friendships. You won’t see them in Spn canon/the show. Sam and Ash’s friendship. It fills in that loss of Bobby for him. I enjoy our muses weird friendship they have going on. Sam/Kisa and Sam/ Buffy. Who more on the romantic spectrum of ships.
The only canon, “only possible in rp” ship that makes sammy so happy is with Jessica Moore.
Tagging those that I specifically mentioned.
@swcllowthis
@thecondemnedandhunted
@ladicsa
@crispyblonde
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Happy Birthday!!! I hope you had the most wonderful of days!
thank you so much! i had a pretty solid day and am eternally grateful for that!
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❛ Okay, I need your help. I’m going for Meghan Markle tasteful. ❜
* ( LEGACIES SEASON ONE / SENTENCE PROMPTS.
Between the upcoming bridal shower for Claire and Anikaia’s baby shower, the household had been in something of a haste. His wife especially had been quite the busy body as she worked to get everything in order for both occasions. As a result, he’d been missing her a lot in the mornings. Rebekah always liked things a certain way, and knowing her as he did, she wouldn’t rest until everything met her expectations.
Settling back down in their bed with a cup of coffee and some Netflix, Jared was still in the process of waking up when Rebekah came bursting back in with a rack of dressy-type outfits. Before he could even comment, she was launching into it.
❛ Okay, I need your help. I’m going for Meghan Markle tasteful. ❜
As she holds up two selections for him to choose from, a pink and a green one, Jared could only stare at her for a moment. Were none of the girls home for this? “You’re asking me for fashion advice?” He finally asks before laughing. “Rebekah, sweetheart, you were just ripping into me yesterday for wearing ‘that hideous beanie’ you love to hate, and then you told me to go change. Twice.”
Clearly fashion wasn’t his thing, it never had been. However, Rebekah just gives him a look that said she was still waiting for an answer, so he sighs. “Uh... the green one. I guess.” She seems to examine his choice for a second before putting that one back on the rack and going with the opposite choice.
“I-- really?”
#ripyouxapart#( i'd rather do hard with you than easy with someone else ; jarbekah )#legacies season one meme#answered#//LOL
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❛ What’s your problem? ❜ { Astrid for Kinsey bc I know she got things to say lol }
* ( FLEABAG / SENTENCE PROMPTS.
Astrid was hosting another one of her little snob parties. Something about a charity or a good cause to make herself look like a better person than she actually was. It was all about putting forth an image, none of these people actually gave a shit about anything other than themselves and their millions. If it weren’t for the free open bar, Kinsey never would have even bothered showing up after those things she said.
Oh, but Astrid was going to wish she had stayed home tonight. The more she drank, the more those betraying words played out in her head and the more she desired to get back at her for them.
“Hold my drink,” she tells Ian as she shoves the rum and coke at him before storming over to where Astrid was talking with some big shot. She thought she recognized him from the town council or something like that. “Hey big boy,” she greets despite the warning glare she was getting from Astrid as she interrupts their little conversation. Smiling seductively, she steps a little closer into his personal space as she introduces herself. “Astrid’s bestie, Kinsey. So, how much more do you think we can expect out of you if I blow you? 10 mill? 20? You know what, just make me your queen and I’ll fuck you for free.”
She didn’t get much further than that as Astrid, angry and in a panic, pulls her away to the side somewhere. ❛ What’s your problem? ❜ she demands as Kinsey shoves her arm away.
“What problem? I don’t have a problem,” she snaps, “It’s you who has the problem with me, remember? You took Connor’s side, said I’m proving him right because I like to drink, which I guess is the same thing as milking all the power players for everything they’re worth and tossing them like last week’s garbage. I’m just living up to your ‘power whore’ idea of me, that’s all. Wouldn’t want to disappoint you, your highness. Speaking of, do you think if I fuck your Aunt Seph, she’ll make me her hell queen and buy me a yacht? You know, since all I care about is power and I can’t think of anyone more powerful than that.”
Having gotten her point across, Kinsey shrugs as if unbothered by her own behavior. Even if she was seething inside because she hated little more than being compared to Crystal. “Think my momma would be proud of me?”
#ripyouxapart#( kinsey curran ; )#( kinsey & astrid tag ; )#( a bright & beautiful tomorrow ; future )#fleabag sentence prompts#answered#//yep shes pissed af lol#yikes
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Anonymous said:
What's your favorite thing about your girl group?
Blow up my inbox.
“We’re there for each other. We’re the first ones to tell each other when something’s a bad idea or we’re overreacting; and we’re the first ones who share the hurt and the celebrations. Those are my girls. I’ve cried with them, laughed with them, had meaningless conversations about nothing with them. We started with the foundation of the bromance and grew from there, and I love how it’s grown.”
#blow up my inbox meme#museswithinx#ripyouxapart#eternalservitude#immortallockwood#rulerofthehome#ofstrengthisms
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“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”
christmas / holiday starters
The festivities of the evening had one break, something that Rebekah had uncharacteristically agreed to allow Fran and Marzia to participate in. Fran still wasn’t sure if it was because they would all look like idiots, she was feeling particularly Christmas-y, or she really wanted Klaus’s forgiveness.
Elijah cleared a spot on the dance floor while the girls hurried off to get changed. In the room designated for the change, it was odd to find jittery excitement and laughing instead of tension and hostility. Considering more than one pair in the room had tried to kill each other and two of the girls were in love with the same man, this was its own Christmas miracle. Rebekah came around to make sure each girl looked perfect, even adjusting Marzia’s hair a little.
In a few days, all of this might change, but Fran liked to hope this was a glimpse at what the future could be. As they filed out of the room, Rebekah gave the nod from her place in the center.
“Ladies and gentlemen, a special presentation from the ladies that make the Mikaelson household what it is,” Henrik called out, as he gave a little bow to the group and he let the take their places, “please enjoy.” Sage came first, then Marzia, Fran, Rebekah, Claire, Alice, and (last minute addition) Katherine.
I don’t want a lot for ChristmasThere’s just one thing I need
As the music began and they started their adorably cheesy choreography and lip-syncing, Fran was very glad to be next to Marzia. Glancing over at her best friend, she smiled because Rebekah was really making her look bad. There was years of grace in that little frame that Fran wouldn’t ever possess.
I won’t ask for much this ChristmasI won’t even wish for snowI’m just gonna keep on waitingUnderneath the mistletoe
She was sure she looked utterly ridiculous in this Santa-inspired costume, but she was having the most fun. They were rocking some serious girl power up here. Once upon a time, both Marzia and Fran had to go their separate paths alone, but now they were apart of something very precious. Stupid, for sure, but it was also like…belonging.
Even though she was trying desperately to not look at the crowd, she did let her eyes wonder briefly to see if he was watching. It felt so terribly ironic and cliched, but she did have only one thing she wanted for Christmas. Finding his gaze, her face brightened as she gave a little un-choreographed playful shrug. If they could make this work, all the Christmases to come could look just like this.
Make my wish come trueBaby all I want for Christmas is youAll I want for Christmas is you babyAll I want for Christmas is you baby…
The music faded out to the applause of the audience, and Fran looked over at Marzia with a giggle and tilt of her head.
“Merry Christmas! Let’s get wasted.”
“Yup!” She agreed as she flagged down one of the servers with those fancy drink platters, grabbing two and handing one off. “Merry Christmas, Marz.”
#pyrrhichia#christmas starters meme#alltenxrounds#ripyouxapart#bereavedxx#askalicelockwood#unapologeticspitfire#mikaelsonmongrel#rulerofthehome#questforyoursalvation
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in continuation
There was not an ounce of gratitude to be found within this household. Everyone would rather scold him like a misbehaving child than admit that he was right. Yet nothing he ever did seemed to earn him points with his siblings. Kol wasn’t sure who he was more annoyed with--- Elijah or Fran. Why should he have been expected to play nicely when those two traitorous non-witches had been actively plotting their demise? They deserved exactly what he had dished out.
Fuming as he made a beeline for the liquor cabinet after another talk with Elijah, Kol was caught off guard by Rebekah’s words of gratitude. Unsure whether or not he had heard her correctly, he asks for her to repeat it. When she does, he feels a rather drastic shift in his mood; her words were... touching, though he’d never tell her that. At least somebody in this house could appreciate his efforts. It was the first time in a long time he felt as if he and a sibling were on the same page, let alone the same side.
“Thank you, dear sister. Would you mind telling the others that as they’re all overreacting and being completely unreasonable about this? They should be rather grateful I didn’t tear anyone’s heart out as I so desperately wanted to.” He could have killed them. He WANTED to kill them, but allowing them to live to see their failures had somehow seemed a more cruel punishment.
Then again, maybe he should have redecorated the room with their insides and left them as little more than a pile of bloody goo. That’d certainly shut down any desire to destroy their family. “Did he? And what did that bloody fool have to say to your beloved?” he asks, curious about the details of this exchange. Perhaps Kol and Anikaia had been too nice the first time around if they were still intent on this little mission of theirs.
A smirk worthy of the devil himself crossed Kol’s lips at his sister’s words. It had been some time since their last team-up and they were long overdue. “You need not ask me twice, little sister. They were at Whitmore, you say? Perhaps it’s time we do a little investigating.”
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[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. { ripyouxapart }
more texts for you bitches
[ TXT ; drama queen ] : Please and thank you, you actual angel![ TXT ; drama queen ] : I’m think I’m actually dyingggggg. I can’t even leave this bed.[ TXT ; drama queen ] : Never doing tequila shots ever EVER again.
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❛ You’re ruining an epic moment here. ❜
* ( 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏𝐗𝟎𝟐 / 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
Apparently Bonnie had missed a lot in her absence. Klaus making a return for one, which was always a cause for concern with his murderous hybrid temper. And then there were whisperings of Mikael. She wasn’t sure which one she should be more worried about. Both had potential to burn this whole town (and everyone in it) to the ground. That wasn’t the reason for her visit though; she wanted to learn more about these Rollands and who better to ask than Henrik himself.
Having been let inside by Kol, Bonnie navigates her way to the living room where she spots Rebekah and Jared cozied up together on the couch flipping through a book. Their wedding photos from the looks of it. Noting the smile on their faces, she wasn’t sure she had ever seen Rebekah look so... normal and unthreatening. Happy, even. Perhaps married life had been good for her.
“Hey Rebekah, hey Jared,” she greets with a small wave, trying to keep it friendly even though she had never been very fond of their family. “Kol let me in. I need to talk to Henrik, is he ups---”
❛ You’re ruining an epic moment here. ❜
And there it was. The Rebekah Mikaelson she had always known (and loathed from time to time). Clearly she had interrupted a special moment between these newlyweds, so she threw her hands up in defense. “Never mind. I’ll just... find him myself,” she replies before heading toward the stairs. This house was ridiculously huge. Hopefully she wouldn’t get lost.
#ripyouxapart#legacies sentence prompts#answered#//rusty rusty rusty#also LOL#bon be like#i dont wanna get involved#-gets involved-
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