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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

“zero fucks given. next please.”

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Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads. 

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#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

I most definitely will, this is so sweet!

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I might actually wither up and die if I hear about Kol “Bat” Mikaelson one more time. I can appreciate how he looked holding a bat, and beating someone with it. But he is not obsessed with bats. To each their own and you are free to headcanon Kol any way you want but MY Kol is not a bat maniac.

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Kol receiving affection from family (requested by @daggerology)

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Paranoia, betrayal, violence, repeat. [insp.]

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Kol Mikaelson porn pack (requested by anons & @koriginaladdict)

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Your Muse’s Story

Send one in and I’ll write a drabble of my muse’s…

BACKSTORY- The events that took place before their adventure. Usually involves childhood, home life, etc.

BEGINNINGS- The start of their journey. Usually includes inciting action and learning the ropes of their new predicament.

MIDDLE- Events taking place during their journey. Sometimes, this can be light-hearted and fun.

CLIMAX- Everything is coming to a head, your muse is facing the final threat…

CONCLUSION- Your muse’s journey is finished. Hopefully, they have grown or changed in some way from it.

LEGACY- Is your muse’s story told again years after they’ve passed?

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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in response to: @originalmaneater 

                    Kol wasn’t the least bit surprised that Nik, in some way, had gotten Rebekah into trouble again. As dismayed as he was that she kept trusting him, he always had fun when it came to rescuing her. She was like his very own princess and he was her knight, Nik was her prince and perhaps Elijah was her king. It had been that way since they were children. In his eyes, anyway. He was the most disposable piece, but always the one fighting. So when he was told he needed to go get her before the vampire council somehow disposed of her, well, he was looking forward to it. Leaning against the van door casually, he whistled in a casual manner before going to untie her, only to hiss and quickly pull his hands back when he discovered they were vervained. Nothing could ever go his way, could it? Sliding his jacket off his shoulders, he used it to quickly pull the restricting robes off of her while crouched next to her. “Having fun, Bex?”

Protects. (from the meme starter thing)

Send for your muse to do one of the following to mine. | Protects | @recklesskol

                      The last thing she remembered was being staked from an arrow but she could feel the vervain in her system as her eyes opened. “Bloody Hell,” she did her best to move but the robes tying her up were drenched in vervain. She looked around trying to get her baring but all she could see was the cold metal of the walls of the van. A soft huff slid past her lips as she pulled at the robes regardless of the pain. Then she heard the cars crash before she felt the driver of the van making a sharp turn to try and avoid the cars but caused the van to roll. Once the van had stopped she opened her eyes seeing the door open. “Kol?”

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❝ She was being rude so I left. ❞ - kai

KOL arched a perfectly trimmed brow (yes, he prided himself on keeping up with his appearance, and he dared someone to mention it to him) at the heretic, crossing his arms with a look of thinly veiled exasperation.

Truth be told, he couldn’t very well judge Malachai for well... anything. He was like a miniature version of himself. Miniature because the original refused to admit that the damned sociopath was only an inch shorter than himself, and they were apparently called the bat boys (and really, what the hell did Damon Salvatore of all people know about them?) because of their association of assaulting people with bats.

He deemed that ridiculous. Bats were not his preferred method of inflicting pain. It was just the weapon he had at the time. If anything, he preferred to get up close and personal when threatening or, yes, “occasionally” inflicting pain on others. Sue him.

❝ You left? That’s all? Didn’t take a bite out of her, or her heart out of her?❞

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I like to remember her the way that she was before we became what we became. She was an innocent girl, quick to laugh and full of life. [poem]

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but i kinda wanna have like a lil verse with the mikaelsons and their significant others where they just share each other and there's sex and mikaelcest all the time, and jealousy and fights. like idk but i want the thing.