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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, WONDERING, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. as penned by maggie.

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I feel strong and wicked. It is my descent into hell.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of  Anaïs Nin (1914 - 1920)

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HELLO, hi !!! it’s meee ! i’m here for the weekend c: SO ( i know this is a shot in the dark since syanna is... well. syanna ) but does anyone wanna plot some shippy stuff ? it’d be nice to see this little angsty blonde in love. 

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sorry i didn’t get on today, y’all ! i ended up having a fever at work, making an appointment to my docs, got diagnosed with strep, came home, slept most of the day. and now i’m watching series of unfortunate events. i’m gonna TRY to get to things now --- but i can’t promise anything. i am home from work tomorrow ( docs orders. whomp ) so i’ll get to shit tomorrow !!

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smol starter call ??? 

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8th GRADE // PENCEY PREP

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amazonite & apache tears

——— CRYSTAL MEME !!! @bubblegumwiitch.

AMAZONITE ——what kind of situations call for my muse to be dishonest

there are more situations than not that syanna is dishonest. dishonesty comes in many forms, however, for syanna. the most common form is compulsing people into forgetting they’ve EVER met her — then acting as if they’d never once met. mostly for her own protection, than theirs.  syanna also becomes rather dishonest in situations where people pry too much about her past — past lovers, family, friends. syanna is secretive and doesn’t like to speak too much about her past.

APACHE TEARS —— a sadness headcannon 

syanna was ridiculously in love with a WEREWOLF in the mid 1800s. she’d met michael david harlow in london england in 1856 at a local pub. before either had known what the other was, they hit it off despite syanna’s attempts to push him away. michael tried his damnest to get to know the delicate blonde, and eventually syanna had given in. within a year, the two were MADLY in love — spending every waking moment with one another, despite being two people who should hate one another due to their species. michael and syanna had no care in the world. 

every full moon, syanna would help michael chain himself outside of their london home — within the cellar of a cabin that michael’s grandfather had built when he’d triggered his curse. syanna and michael kept their ritual the same — at sundown, syanna would chain the werewolf well, spend the night within their london home while michael suffered through his shift.

on a particularly foggy spring night, in 1873, SEVENTEEN years after having met, something went terrible wrong — sylvia anastasia had left later than intended, the chains that held for years broke, michael had broken free in his feral form.

catching the vampiress off guard in the wood as she’d made her way home, syanna had to fight her beloved from her being, all the while avoiding being bitten to avoid a certain death. yet, the wolf was far more powerful than the vampire, pinning her as his teeth snapped in her face. seconds before she had ravenous fangs in her porcelain skin, she heard a whine and the snap of a neck — michael’s body falling lifelessly, shifting from wolf to man as ARMAND stood over the body, saving syanna’s life, but ultimately, taking the only person she loved in centuries from her grasp.

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              A small portion of some of my favourite quotes from classic literature. Feel free to change and adjust them to your needs!

“ I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. ” “ Don’t cry, I’m sorry to have deceived you so much, but that’s how life is. ” “ I am fearless, and therefore powerful. ” “ Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women? ” “ Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know ” “ Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? ” “ I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it. ” “ Do you know where the wicked go after death? ” “ Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are. ” “ Will you love me in December as you do in May? ” “ Hell is empty and all the devils are here! ” “ Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear. ” “ You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. ” “ I have gone to the forest. ” “ I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why. ” “ One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. ” “ Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes. ” “ If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. ” “ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ” “ Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. ” “ Some are born great, others achieve greatness. ” “ I didn’t mean no harm. ” “ My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? ” “ If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! ” “ And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good. ” “ I want to ruin you ” “ What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. ” “ To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths! ” “ If I knew myself, I’d run away. ”

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idk about you but i’m a sucker for the we just had sex and it’s the morning after and i woke up to an empty bed and how could i be so stupid of course you left me alone but wait you’re in my kitchen cooking me breakfast and i’m so relieved trope

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✧ *:･ﾟ @ominamortis.

four in the morning was HARDLY the time for blood curdling screams to fill the streets of mystic falls --- it wasn’t a daily occurrence, even when a newcomer didn’t quite know the ropes around compulsion. yet THIS was different. louder than she’d heard in the few centuries she’d been alive. thus, the blonde had made her way to the source of the sound ------ coming upon a quaint house, her knuckles working against the wood, ‘ ------ i’m not all too SURE if you’d seen a ghost or a mouse, but you sound like a bloody banshee. you’ve woken half of mystic falls. are you alright ? ’

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✧ *:･ﾟtamora.

a chuckle escaped the ginger’s lips. ‘ no one can blame you for that. i like the tv. ’ she said nodding. ‘ right. ’ she said nodding. she still had to remind herself at times that syanna was a vampire. it was something that she forgot with all of the time they had spent together it became a forgotten fact. ‘ yes! it’s at someone’s house in the woods by the lake. it seems like it would be fun. ’

a party was EXACTLY what both women needed --- thus the vampire practically jumped to her feet, clasping her hands together. all before her expression dropped, ‘ like, mystic falls lake ? as fun as dying sounds, i’m really not feeling that tonight. UNLESS it’s not in actual mystic falls. ’

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alright lovers ! i’ve got work in the morning, so i’ve unfortunately got to catch some sleep. i’ll be on tomorrow after work ! love you all, goodnight <3

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✧ *:･ﾟ tamora.

‘ everything you have is vintage. ’ she said as she rolled her eyes. ‘ it’s not like i know much about blood preferences. i prefer french fries. ’ she teased as she sat up in her chair. ‘ i may have heard of a party if you want to you out for a bite. ’

‘ the television is NEW --- i can’t help that i like the finer things in life. ’ bless the witch for putting up with syanna and her antics. honey brow rose, pale eyes squinting as they bore their gaze into tamora, ‘ and i like macroons but i need blood --- ’ suddenly, she’d perked up, ‘ a party ? i’d love to. ’

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                                  PLOTTING/STARTER CALL !!!

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✧ *:･ﾟromy.

                                 “ I wanted to invite one of my HUMAN FRIENDS, and wasn’t all too keen on having yet another corpse on my bedroom floor or another BLOODSUCKER running around high school. no need to go all twilight on this poor town. ”   it still felt weird to her, calling those she spent all of her young life in this small town with specifically ‘human’, as thought as she wasn’t HERSELF, and the mere thought of that fact let shivers run down her spine. how had she gone from meeting up with friends in the back of her PARENT’S FLOWER SHOP, drinking tee inbetween exotic plants and listening to music, to having a casual conversation with a vampire about using her magic to stop one of her kind from evaporating, she didn’t know.  “ how come you and your kind always manage to loose something that keeps you from pulling THE DRACULA CARD in public, huh? ”

oh the NERVE of some humans. honey brows knit together as as pale gaze settled on the young witch, ‘ i beg your pardon --- i am the LEAST messy vampire on this planet. i had never left a corpse on your floor. nor had i ran rampant in a high school. ’ though she knew of those who had, on countless occasions, gone vlad the impaler on an entire town. shame. eyes rolled, arms crossing under her breasts, ‘ ------ armand isn’t one to lose his belongings, dear. i have suspicions of foul play by one of his MANY enemies. ’ a pause, ‘ so are you available to help ? or are you going to sass me to a second death ? ’