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oblitum · 1 year
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She releases a breath. . . Bryn had been all but prepared for a fight, for threats, for anything but this, anything but understanding. It's hard to contain the emotion his words invoke and she turns her head from the camera momentarily, lids closing as she takes a moment to compose herself before turning back to the screen. She slumps backwards in her seat, no longer ruled by adrenaline. Hayley had been the one to persuade her to tell her siblings and when Bryn couldn't face up to a phone call, she'd done it for her. It wasn't like she was able to see them in person anyway even if she wanted to. With the Hollow still firmly rooted within them so the little girl they all loved could grow up.
" I never wanted this Nik, " she confesses, features crumpled in distaste. " I never wanted to be a mother, I never wanted children, that was 'bekah's dream. " lips purse as she fights from saying what they both know to be true. Bryn isn't mother material, she runs when things get tough but you can't run from an infant who relies on you to keep them alive. head shakes as she sighs heavily. " I was worried you wouldn't understand. " she admits. " Thankyou. " her voice is softer, more vulnerable than she's perhaps ever allowed herself to be with him, their relationship fuelled by anger and disapproval over the years. They've perhaps not had a conversation akin to this since they were human and that was a very long time ago indeed. Still, she can't bring herself to voice how scared she truly is.
There's another long pause before she speaks again. " Do you really think we can fix this? " she bites the inside of the cheek, head shaking. " How are you doing with all of this? You've never been good with separation. " for once it's not a dig, but a genuine concern.
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@savagevillain cont from here.
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SEND  🗣️  FOR  INCORRECT  QUOTES  OF  YOUR  MUSE  AND  MINE!      (    ft.    @savagevillain    )
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deceptivemorals · 1 year
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plotted starter for @savagevillain (& including survivingpierce)
      there was not much that pointed to the eventful full moon night in this clearing. the scorched earth, perhaps, which left scarring marks in the remains of the grass and alluded to the circles used to trap the sacrifices. the ashes still swirling in small pieces over the clearing and laid a light grey blanket over the parts that were still green.
      at the edge of the clearing, where the deep forest of bulgaria continued, were three elevations in the ground. unmarked graves that elijah had dug himself. it was left to elijah to clean the mess that was left behind while klaus was off pursuing his newfound wolf side. a task he followed very thoroughly. not only because he wanted to remove all traces of the broken curse, but also because he had something to hide: only two of the three graves were occupied.
      the third sacrifice, however, wasn't buried. in fact, she was very much alive – at least he hopes that's what she'll be when she finally awakes.
      elijah had cleaned her neck and had given her some blood to help against the scarring – preventive if the elixir did not heal it. then, he had carried her to a safe location, away from the clearing. her unconscious body was guarded during his absence because he will make sure that nothing else is going to happen to her. she did her duty, she shall be free…
      steps across the ground indicated that someone was coming back and elijah didn't even have to look to tell who it was.
      "you're back sooner than expected, brother", elijah called out and grabbed the clothes that had been already prepared for his brother's arrival to hand them over to him.
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el3nasa · 1 year
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@savagevillain, " i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time. "
ㅤㅤjust like every other time he speaks, irritation shoots through her. she knows she made the choice to be here, and therefore this is technically her fault. remember why you agreed to this. and even though he's insufferable, either because he's provoking her or that's just his personality ( which would be rather sad for him ), she needs to keep those she loves safe. even with all that in mind, she refuses to let him terrorize and lord over her like he once did. he clearly needs her as well, or she wouldn't be here in the first place. he's obviously someone accustomed to always getting his way, no matter how he has to go about accomplishing that. and what can she say? that really irks her. ❝ is that what you're calling what you did to me before? that was you going easy on me? ❞ her tone is scathing, dark gaze sharp as it clings to him, challenging him to double down.
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troubleah · 1 year
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CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH KLAUS ( @savagevillain )
               Centuries ago, Leah would have folded, given into the demands of a tyrant. But she’s not that little girl anymore, clinging to her big brother’s each word as if it was the gospel; she’s every bit of the beast he is, at her most dangerous when cornered. “Older, yeah. I didn’t know old enough you have memory issues, though.” She smirks as she flops down onto his couch, kicking her feet up on his coffee table ( but her eyes never leave him, still and wary and waiting ). “Here’s the reminder: I moved out of your house.”
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dethtale · 1 year
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@savagevillain asked: For one muse to give the other a lap dance or strip tease / cami ns.fw prompts that don’t sound like a bad p.orno
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Camille  has  never  really  seen  herself  as  attractive,  or  the  type  of  girl  who  would  do  things  for  a  man.  She  knows  men  had  found  her  attractive,  and  how  sometimes  they  would  lean  into  her  as  they  danced  with  her  in  a  club,  to  a  random  song  and  she  had  felt  pretty.  It's  nothing  like  this  though,  the  burning  feeling  of  his  eyes  on  her,  it's  enough  to  make  her  heart  quicken;  to  feel  loved  and  desired  in  ways  she  thought  were  just  fairytales.  So  when  she  starts  to  remove  her  clothes  in  his  studio,  she  feels  powerful.  
Clothes  falling  to  the  sides  of  her  frame.  It's  all  the  most  common  pieces  of  clothes  one  could  have  on,  but  under  his  gaze,  they  feel  as  expensive  as  silk,  or  the  lingerie  she  had  dared  to  wear  under  them,  pieces  revealing  as  the  clothes  leave  her  frame,  her  eyes  never  leaving  his  own.  Bare  legs  feel  the  cold  of  the  floor  under  it  but  the  rest  of  her  body  feels  hot,  quickening  breath  as  her  arms  fall  to  her  back,  unclipping  the  bra,  while  the  other  hand  presses  on  her  chest,  teasing  the  removal  as  she  dares  speak.  "I  want  you  to  paint  me."
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klaeusd · 1 year
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@ mutuals send me a 🍓 and i'll compliment u!
ㅤㅤdelphi!! i absolutely adore your take on klaus ( and would also love to find a way to write these two fools together lmao ), and am in love with your portrayal of hayley. we've been talking and plotting constantly, and i'm so glad you're able to put up with my borderline incoherent gushing and sending you a million things that "gave me the vibe" of our ship. we already have numerous threads together and things we're discussing, but i hope to have an infinite amount more. you're so lovely to talk to, and i'm super glad we're mutuals 🤍
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littlebennettbitch · 1 year
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@savagevillain | liked for a starter
There was little use for fear. And after everything, Bonnie found she did not have any, not really. No defensiveness or posturing either. At least, not yet. “We are magically sealed in.” She stared at the wall in front of her, jaw taut. “Great.”
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floripire · 1 year
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“What do you know about werewolves?”
today will be different // @savagevillain
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it is a strange thing, coming face to face with klaus mikaelson. it is a strange thing, floribeth thinks, because he's been so many things to so many different people.
he's been someone to love.
he's been someone to loathe.
he's been both in equal measure to multiple people. some of which are still around today. some of which aren't.
(while floribeth's long since graduated, she doesn't think she'll ever forget the fact that there's a book dedicated to him in the library. klaus mikaelson, it says, the great evil.
it's the only book that floribeth hasn't read. mostly out of respect for hope. but also because she's certain that derek machado is but a footnote. maybe not even that.
then again, isn't it also evil to talk dorian williams into working at a school that is very specifically built to celebrate the very person that has murdered your family?)
mister mikaelson can probably hear her brain whirring, hear her crunch the numbers to the point that she almost misses the question.
what do you know about werewolves?
and suddenly floribeth feels more human than ever, despite being a fanged creature of the night. she feels like she did whenever teachers called on her back when she still lived in maple hollows and went to school there.
her throat feels dry, and she thinks she could do with a blood infused lollypop or two, or a bloodbag.
maybe even someone who's willing to let drink from the vein, or take a little bite.
"that depends, sir." it's best to be polite. like her parents taught her to be. because while this interaction with hope's dad is actually quite pleasant, floribeth is no fool. all it takes is one misstep and things can go south real fast. "what do you want to know? because, well, there's the myth of king lycaeon, who got turned into the first werewolf after angering zeus. and there is lupa, the mother of remus and romulus. and though there are more weretigers than werewolves in indian lore and legends, certain people did carry the epithet 'vrikodara' which means 'wolf bellied'."
"and when people in the west say aswang," floribeth tells him, eyes sparkling. "they usually mean 'vampire' but it's actually a catch-all phrase, consisting of several categories. five. each distinctive category has a parallel and is a nod to a creature of the west: the vampire, the viscera sucker, the weredog, the witch and the ghoul. that's why in most accounts, it's a shapeshifter that shares characteristics of vampires and werewolves and witches specifically."
there is also the regular things: being beholden to the moon. silver - bullets or otherwise. aconite.
and the not so regular things like the werewolf witch trials in france during the sixteenth century - an offshoot of the european witch trials.
part of her wants to ask about paige billingsley and ray sutton now that she's answered his question but floribeth knows that it won't help her, so she doesn't. part of her wants to ask why he felt the need to ruin her sire's life back then, but she doesn't ask about that, either.
"you're not looking for the beast of gévaudan, are you, sir?" floribeth gives him a smile and hopes that he'll be gracious enough to ignore the fact that she's still wary - still scared, because derek made him seem like a monster. she fishes her phone out of the back pocket of her high waisted jeans and adds: "or the wolf packs spotted in anjou?"
[text to hope: sos your dad is here, asking about werewolves, no idea what to do now]
[text to the anti squad: love you, mean it <3]
[text to jed: klaus mikaelson is standing in front of our door, asking about werewolves; you and your sisters might want to take the long way 'round, just in case]
[text to jed: love you <3]
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adeathsentence · 1 year
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@savagevillain, continued from here:
There was a profound eye roll given as Hayley’s initial response to Klaus. Ever the one to showboat his victories, she wasn’t going to stroke that ego; he was doing just fine on his own. Yet she knew, while they were ‘saved’ for the moment, whomever Klaus killed to make the world right again probably just knocked the next domino over for next episode’s monster-of-the-week…
With folded arms, she squinted at the Mikaelson and, after several moments of silent, internal debate, she relented; she could never resist the alluring pull of an alcoholic beverage. Stepping over the mounds of dead with an unperturbed expression, the Hybrid joined Klaus after snatching a glass and pouring a generously copious amount of bourbon into it. “To their demise.” She echoed his toast, downing the contents of the near-overflowing glass without missing a beat. Puckering her lips as if in deep, contemplative thought, she pointed a finger at Klaus, the rest clasping on to her empty glass. “Y’know, there’s something I just don’t get…” Without waiting for his smartass answer, she continued with a wave of her hand in his general direction. “For a family of immortal serial killers who can’t be killed themselves, you’re up to your ass in alligators. At this point, I don’t understand why they still bother…”
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storywolf · 1 year
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@savagevillain asked: [ ME FIRST ] sender shoves receiver aside, pointedly walking in front of receiver.
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“By all means,” Wolf said, his tone amused as he rolls his eyes and continues to walk through the forest, just now trailing behind Klaus. “Take the lead. Won’t see me arguing for it. I don’t have anything to prove. This just means if we run into a DRAGON, it’ll eat YOU first.”
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gunchamber · 1 year
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kiss or diss
𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒 ? / * @savagevillain
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                narrowed  stare  dares  to  lock  with  his  in  challenge  ,    hands  being  placed  on  her  hips  .    ❛    sweetheart  ,    i’ve  had  a  kiss  from  death  before    &    it  was  an  experience  i’d  rather  not  repeat  .    no  thanks  .    ❜    then  she  spins  quickly  ,    hoping  she  was  able  to  hold  off  the  rosy  hue  long  enough  before  he  had  the  chance  to  see  .    so  ,    DISS  ?
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deceptivemorals · 1 year
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SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS / SEASONS 4 - 5 || @savagevillain || no longer accepting
❛ What’s the matter? You don’t think you deserve to be saved? ❜
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         at that time, elijah was only rattling and gasping for air. he was already drenched in sweat and could no longer stand on his feet. the splinter in his body was dangerously close to his heart and he knew it was only a matter of time before it reached its destination. his own death had never been a concern of his. instead, he feared for his siblings safety.
         "no," elijah coughed out. the necessary words were difficult to form and it took him strength to say what he needed to say. "you need to grab our siblings and leave." his voice was raspy and he squinted his eyes shut as his body cramped.
         "they have more of those stakes…."
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el3nasa · 1 year
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elena and klaus - for @savagevillain 🤍
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I am almost ashamed to admit that i've just been stalking your talent from WAY over here!! We've been mutuals for a little while now, and I was too shy to reach out, but my god you are such a lovely, precious -- cloud of perfection. You write all of your muses so wonderfully!! I'm in awe of how much you put into them!
The chemistry that you have with the people you write with, is something most aspire to have!!<3 & i'm grateful that I get to see it.
I for one cannot wait to explore more with our muses!!
I ALMOST FORGOT TO GUSH ABOUT YOUR KLAUS... Jesus, I am beyond impressed. You haven't been writing him that long, but it seemed that everything just clicked the moment he became a thought. I can hear his voice in your replies. & you do such a fantastic job with him, truly!!
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dethtale · 1 year
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@savagevillain asked: “No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” / Camille 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
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It  always  makes  her  feel  dizzy,  when  he  speaks  like  that.  She  might  be  dizzy  due  to  some  blood  loss  as  well  but  she  is  sure,  it's  mostly  what  he  is  saying.  Klaus  had  a  way  with  words  when  he  wanted  to,  less  poetic  and  more  poignant.  Like  what  he  said  carried  some  weight.  "I  know  you  would."  And  a  part  of  her  isn't  bothered  by  the  threat  of  people  dying.  She  had  loss  that  part  of  herself  a  long  time  ago,  ever  since  she  crossed  paths  with  him.  
"I'm  just  saying,  Klaus.  .  .if  they  do  hurt  me  again,  or  worse.  .  .I  know  what  I'  mgetting  into,  alright?"  Cami  wants  him  to  know,  that  this  wasn't  his  fault.  Because  she  knows  his  mind,  and  she  knows  he  would  feel  guilt  regarding  that.  "I  have  known  for  a  long  time  what  it  means  to  be  siding  with  your  family,  and  you,  and  I'll  still  do  it."  A  short  pause,  green  eyes  staring  back  deeply  before  she  lets  a  smile  linger  on  her  lips,  out  of  nervousness,  out  of  reassurance.  "I'm  a  big  girl,  and  I  chose  my  path."
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