#Crownedhopelesss

[devilsanddarlings]

"A knife? Are you flirting with me?" / to kol from faith

@crownedhopelesss

"Oh! I like you," Kol snickered. "A pity we're in the middle of another bloody apocalypse, or else I might have had to ask you out on a proper date, darling."

[ashesrebirthed-a]

Every night had been like this. Sleep had ceased to come easy since the day Vocah invaded her mind, and tonight proved to be no exception. Cordelia didn't even realize she wasn't caught in anything more than a nightmare until she jolted awake with a gasp, phantom echoes of so much pain and anguish still throbbing through her head.

They weren't real. It was always hard to remember in those first few moments caught between the worlds of dreams and reality, but everything that haunted her now had - in one way or another - already come to pass. It had been real then, but it wasn't now. There was nothing she could do for those countless voices crying out to her; hadn't been then either, really, when all seeing them did was drive her to insanity.

That knowledge didn't stop the racing of her heart, though, nor the hitch in her breath as she sat up and slipped out of bed. Thankfully, there was one other thing here, at least, that could prove it - could shake away the last remnants of the notion that this was what really wasn't real, and any second now she'd come to strapped back down to that hospital bed.

"Angel?" Her voice was uncharacteristically small as she stepped out into her own living room, bare feet near-soundless against cold hardwood. (The bedroom door clicked softly shut behind her, the ever-lingering presence of her roommate fading behind it, and Cordelia made a mental note to thank Dennis later for the privacy.) Angel was right where Cordelia had expected to find him: exactly where she'd left him hours earlier, sprawled on her couch with some old, stuffy tome of a book in hand.

It was so incredibly boring. A mundane, boring relief. Angel had been the one to pull her out of that hell to begin with; he wouldn't be lounging in front of her, reading whatever monster-book-of-the-week he was fixated on now, if she was truly trapped back in it.

"You haven't just been sitting there and brooding all night, have you? You're practically quieter than Phantom Dennis, and when your competition is a ghost who can't talk back even if he wants to, you know that's really saying something." There was no real bite behind her bark tonight, though; it was just easier than falling apart at the seams right in front of him would be. So Cordelia wielded meaningless quips like a shield as she curled up on the couch, arms winding tight around her legs and chin perched on her knees, close enough to Angel to touch yet not quite daring to bridge the distance. // @crownedhopelesss | @weareheroes + plotted starter!

[reportergirl]

@crownedhopelesss    /    @mysticfallsresidents  sent  from  klaus  mikaelson    :    do  i  have  to  answer?    

＂    you’re  a  gazillion  -  something  year  old  hybrid  who  can’t  be  killed    …    do  you  have  to  do  anything?    ＂      there’s  a  hint  of  𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝  evident  in  features  as  she  pours  another  drink.  of  all  the  people  to  walk  into  rousseau’s  tonight,  𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬  𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧  was  the  last  face  andie  expected  to  see.  she’d  heard  the  rumours.  little  whispers  here    &    there,  but  wishful  thinking  had  her  hoping  they  weren’t  true,  naive  enough  to  believe  she’d  left  him      (    and  everybody  else    )    behind  when  she  fled  mystic  falls.  𝗻𝗼𝘁  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗵𝗲  𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱  𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.  she  doubts  her  face  is  𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛  at  all,  despite  the  role  played  in  daggering  brother  or  tracking  stefan.  one  of  the  perks  of  being  the  side  character,  she  supposes,  rather  than  the  main.  they  go  relatively  unnoticed  and  easily  forgotten.  hand  pushes  bourbon  towards  him,  sorting  herself  out  after.  drinking  on  the  job  might  be  frowned  upon,  but  needs  must  in  moments  like  these.  it’ll  help  take  the  edge  off  and  there  is,  of  course,  an  edge;    impossible  for  there  not  to  be.  klaus’  presence  𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬  her.  the  smiling  face  of  jenna  sommers      (    a  name  she  now  uses  in  an  attempt  to  start  fresh    )      is  a  clear  image  in  her  mind,  the  loss  still  raw.  she  doesn’t  want  to  end  up  the  same.      ＂    i  wasn’t  asking  'cause  i  had  some  sort  of  𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.  𝘪’𝘮  𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵  𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.    —–    you    &    your  family  seemed  pretty  settled  back  in  mystic  falls.  damon  whined  about  it  enough.  now  you’re  here  in  new  orleans,  spouting  the  same  lines  about  kingdoms,  armies.  all  that  other  medieval  shit.  you  can’t  blame  a  girl  for  wondering  what  happened.  it’s  the  former  reporter  in  me.    ＂

[giftedeath]

@crownedhopelesss / @sunnydalescoobiies said “ i gotta look on the bright side. maybe i can still get kicked out of school. ”

“ that’s not funny, dawn. ” and brows furrow, lips forming into a disapproving frown. but this was really nothing new. dawn had been deep in her teen - rebellion phase ever since finding out about the whole not a girl, but a ball of green energy thing. then mom died. and it wasn’t as if buffy was the best with dealing with any of it. made her palms sweat, anxiety skyrocket. 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗐𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺, he’d handle it in the adult way. but … neither mom or giles were here now, so buffy swallowed the abandonment down. tried not to choke on it.

“ school’s important, ‘cause if you get kicked out, you’ll just end up ” like me, she thinks, but instead says ; “ regretting it. besides, don’t you wanna see your friends every day ? and maybe one day when you go to a fancy shmancy college, and make a ton of money with your equally fancy job, you’ll remember that big sis forced you to not get kicked out ! ” buffy plastered on a smile that she HOPED would fool dawn, and finished it off with a playful ruffle to the top of her head. overkill, maybe. probably.

[halliwellauto]

@crownedhopelesss II @weareheroes sent: [ ☎ ] my muse calls yours in tears. / from cordelia chase to aiden !

Aiden had done her best to keep things professional between her and her ex girlfriend. She really wanted to believe she had changed and that she was able to help her and her girlfriend. As the resident witch for Angel Investigations, she had wanted to investigate the ghost further to see how she could help. She never said anything to anyone aside from Cordelia about her past history with her ex. She was hoping that by keeping that, they still would be okay with helping her. Boy, was she wrong for keeping that. She wasn't sure what her ex told her girlfriend about Aiden or their history. But from what it sounded like, she had painted her in the bad light as if SHE was the one that did those horrible things. She had come over to help them with the ghost and figuring out its intent. she wasn't allowed to step foot through the door. she knew she should have brought one of the others with her. There was so much screaming coming from the girlfriend about how horrible Aiden was. How dare she come to see her ex. Aiden was taken aback and could see her ex smirking in the corner. Without another word, she left and found the nearest phone booth. She burst into tears as she called Cordelia, memories flooding back to the past. the moment she heard her voice, she could barely speak. "Cordy...I need you to come get me. Please."

[dynastymuses]

@crownedhopelesss ｡:*• ─ IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME !     ›

💃   ─  dance around the living room to christmas songs {{&&tyler&caroline}}

tyler was not one to dance around or be that silly and goofy. however he couldn't help but smile as he saw caroline dancing to christmas songs. he was about to make a joke, when she dragged him into the living room and he began dancing ❝you are lucky you're kinda cute❞ he teased, but truth was, tyler had never had a big family type christmas, and this was actually very nice

[survivingpierce]

@crownedhopelesss // @mysticfallsresidents sent:

the last time i listened to you, it nearly got me killed. / from matt donovan

         "i don't remember what i told you the last time we met." it couldn't be anything of importance, otherwise, katherine would definitely remember it. 

         "i probably told you something along the line that you deserve more than getting pushed aside from your so-called friends and wasting the high of your human energy on cleaning glass. how did that advice almost got you killed?" her eyebrows leaped up because she really didn't see any harm in her advice.

[towelgrl]

@crownedhopelesss    /    @mysticfallsresidents  sent  from  damon  salvatore    :    you  remember  the  last  time  we  did  this.  it  didn't  go  well.      i’m  not  sure  i  can  trust  you  prompts.

"    you  caught  me  off  guard  one  time,  damon.    ⸻    one  time.  that’s  not  an  achievement.  just  a  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝.    "    though  granted,  that  shot  cost  her  everything,  much  to  her  chagrin.  lexi  didn’t  consider  herself  somebody  easily  𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐝,  but  here  he  stood  in  all  his  𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆;    one  of  the  few  people  in  her  former  lifetime  that  had  managed    (  briefly  )    to  blind  her  better  judgement.  usually  soft  features  harden  at  memories,  gaze  narrowing  in  his  direction.  he  always  had  to  push  buttons,  ruffle  feathers.  it  all  seemed  so  senseless  to  a  gal  as  rounded  as  she.  𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  almost,  to  dedicate  all  that  time  into  scheming,  rather  than  simply  living.    "    and  it’s  not  like  you  can  take  𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  for  that.  you  might’a  been  the  one  to drive  a  stake  through  my  heart,  but’cha  had  to  use  several  pumps  of  vervain  and  an  excessive  amount  of  wooden  bullets  before  ya  could  even  get  close.  we  both  know  without  all  that,  you  wouldn’t  stand  a  chance  against  me.  so  maybe  𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙  pissing  me  off.    "   

being  dead  was  a  truly  𝗲𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴  experience.  it  crosses  her  mind  momentarily  to  let  him  find  that  out  for  himself,  the  other  side  𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭  around  them  with  every  insult  they  exchanged.  it  would  be  easy  to  let  that  impending  𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗  crash  towards  him,  but  she  won’t.  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘯’𝘴  𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦.  instead,  lexi  straightens  up  from  the  tree  she’d  been  so  casually  leaning  against  and  lets  out  a  long,  suffering  sigh.    "    i’m  not  trying  to  stop  you.  i’m  trying  to  𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽  you.  bonnie  can’t  take  much  more.  every  time  someone  passes  through?  it’s  killing  her.  and  as  tempting  as  it  was  to  go  back  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭  you,  i  know  how  much  that  would  TORTURE  stefan,  so  please,  for  once  in  your  life  trust  someone  other  than  your  own  𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕  𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜.  i  can  hold  markos  off,  but  you  need  to  listen  to  me  and  you  need  to  go now.    "

[dynastymusesarch]

What’s the worst thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.? / for the tvd fandom !

this in no way effects how i will interact with these characters! i have often found i hated canon characters, but someone else's interputation makes me like them. so please if we interact, i will interact with the characters. i hate how elena was made into a vampire and basically everything i loved about her was gone. i get they wanted to give the d3lena fans what they wanted, but before the sire bond, before her change in everything, she chose stefan. everything after that felt wrong and ruined her character. i also don't care for show d@mon so there's that. again i will interact with him, because i find rpers have a better handle on characters i dislike, which is why i keep my opinions off my blog

canon questionare.

[ghouli3s]

@crownedhopelesss asked: ❝ it’s been awhile since i tasted fresh blood. ❞ / from ripper!stefan to elena gilbert

it's   hard   for   her   to   reconcile   that   this   is   the   same   stefan   she   loves.   the   face   is   the   same,   and   the   voice,   while   more   confident   and   vibrant,   it's   still   the   same.   elena   does   hate   how   he   seems   more   alive   and   awake   than   when   he   was   with   her,   drinking   animal   blood.   the   way   human   blood   changes   him   into   someone   else.  

a   confidence   in   his   strut   that   is   dangerous,   that   gentle   smile   turning   into   a   knowing   grin,   for   she   is   sure   he   can   hear   her   heart.   ".   .   .you   won't   hurt   me."   he   is   a   ripper.   she   knows   what   he   does   to   those   he   drinks   from.   but   elena   has   faith,   that   he   wouldn't   kill   her.   he   can't.   she   is   precious   to   klaus.   or   so   she   thinks.   "why   don't   you   just   take   it   then,   hm?   or   are   you   always   going   to   do   what   klaus   tells   you   to   do?"

[devilsanddarlings]

a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . / from buffy to spike

@crownedhopelesss

"Well, this is fun. Almost like old times, eh, slayer?" Spike teased as they made their way through the cemetery together, huddling into his duster a bit as the wind picked up again. Cleveland was far colder than Sunnydale had ever dreamed of being, and despite being a vampire Spike could honestly say he kind of missed the California weather. For Buffy's sake though, Spike was willing to put up with it. Getting to spend time alone with her was more than he thought he'd ever have again. Even if things between them were admittedly not great since she'd found out he had survived, they were sort of working on it.

Patrolling together had been one of the ways they'd agreed to try to do so, but Spike was starting to regret that decision as it became apparent the longer they walked that winter would be setting in sooner rather than later. Neither of them were well-equipped to handle the cold, and it tended to make them both cranky - which would not help their situation all at. "All we need now is for a few nasties to show up. A good fight would get the blood pumping again."

[slaeg1rl]

@crownedhopelesss asked: Kill you? Why would I kill you when I can live off you for a month? / from angelus

"Only   a   month?   Way   to   butter   up   a   girl.   No   wonder   Darla   walked   off   if   you   said   things   like   that."   The   devil   wears   a   handsome   face.   And   she   will   be   damned,   it's   the   face   of   a   man   she   will   always   love.   Angelus   smiles   in   all   of   his   wicked   glory   and   all   she   sees   for   a   second   is   her   Angel.   Angel   who   would   hold   her   and   kiss   her   until   she   forgot   how   to   breathe.

  Angelus   was   the   devil   in   their   shoulder,   the   shadow   that   remind   her   that   they   can   never   be   together.   "Hard   to   think   a   big   guy   like   yourself   could   resist   me   for   a   month."   Slayer   blood,   like   a   boost   of   energy,   or   so   she   been   told,   there   is   magic   and   power   through   her   blood   and   they   all   want   to   choke   on   it.   And   she   will   let   them   as   long   as   they   die.   "I   would   rather   die   than   let   you   drink   from   me.   Ever."

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Do you plan your replies or wing them? 

QUESTIONS  FOR  THE  MUN   !  - @crownedhopelesss || @feartheliiving

Do you plan your replies or wing them? 

I somewhat plan and somewhat wing. I know what I want to end up with but it doesn't always go the way I want because the muse wants what the muse wants.

[reportergirl]

@crownedhopelesss    /    @mysticfallsresidents  sent  from  damon  salvatore    :    save  the  theatrics.

＂    bastard.    ＂      if  he  wants  theatrics,  then  theatrics  are  what  he  gets,  crystal  glass  of  bourbon  suddenly  𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚍  in  his  direction.  loud  𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗵  follows  as  it  shatters  against  walls  and  andie  growls,  veins  momentarily  bubbling  beneath  skin  as  inner  vampire  tries  to  creep  out.  don’t  get  her  wrong;    she  isn’t  a  fool.  newborn  knows  she’s  no  match  for  elder    &    doesn’t  dare  try,  memories  of  his  nature  more  vivid  than  they’ve  ever  been.  it  works  in  her  favour,  in  a  way,  having  known  so  much  about  the  supernatural  prior  to  her  death.  it  makes  transitioning  just  that  hint  easier,  though  does  little  to  soothe  emotions,  rage  boiling  blood  the  longer  he  stands  there.

＂    you  did  this  to  me.  you,  and  your  brother.  i  was  good  to  you.    ＂      and  maybe  that’s  what  upsets  her  the  most.  the  fact  that  she  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝.  it  would  be  easy  to  pretend  their  time  together  was  built  solely  on  lies,  but  it  wouldn’t  be  true.  there  were  moments,  even  if  brief,  that  felt  genuine.      ＂    i  don’t  fucking  deserve  this.    ＂      point  is  made  and  though  it  stands  𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐,  it  achieves  nothing.  it  changes  nothing.  she’s  still  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍,  unable  to  walk  in  sunlight    /    unable  to  look  at  old  friends  without  wanting  to  tear  into  their  throats,  drink  them  dry.  deserved  or  not,  these  are  the  cards  she’s  been  dealt  and  what  good  would  an  apology  from  damon  do?  previous  stance  seems  to  all  but  deflate,  fight  leaving  body  with  a  heavy  sigh.      ＂    𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵  𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦  𝘮𝘦  𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.  i’m  not  your  problem    …    i’m  a  big  girl.  i  figured  this  out  all  on  my  own  and  i  don’t  need  you  showing  up,  trying  to  be  the  good  guy.  focus  on  your  own  shit.  we’re  done.    ＂

[giftedeath]

closed starter for @crownedhopelesss / @sunnydalescoobiies based on this.

the  alcohol  burns  as  she  swallows  it  down,  features  twisting  from  the  sting  ,  tongue  poking  out  of  her  mouth  almost  involuntarily.  a  shutter  goes  through  her  spine  and  she  thinks  aloud  ,  ❛  does  this  stuff  ever  start  to  not  taste  like  lighter  fluid  ?  ❜  she’s  𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒅  in  this  sort  of  thing  with  spike  a  handful  of  times.  times  when  she  needed  the  little  pick  -  me  -  up  ,  when  she  needed  to  be  reminded  that  she  was  still  YOUNG  ,  that  maybe  she  deserved  to  get  to  be  alone  with  a  guy  who  liked  her  ,  who  she  thought  she  might  like  too  ,  who  made  her  laugh  sometimes  —--  if  it  could  have  ever  been  that  simple.  she  wants  to  say  something  along  those  lines  ,  it’s  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue.  she’s  thinking  about  him  ,  but  for  some  reason  …  she’s  also  got  her  mind  on  faith.

that  was  dawn’s  fault.  what  should  have  been  just  a  simple  ,  innocent  dinner  …  had  turned  into  dawn  recounting  buffy’s  past  boyfriends  ,  and  faith.  faith  who  buffy  thought  about  too  much  ,  faith  who  had  pulled  her  into  this  whirlwind  of  a  relationship  ,  who  had  made  her  REALIZE  things  about  𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇  ,  about  what  loving  someone  could  mean.  how buffy used to be so full of love ; for angel ... and for faith. now ? now love felt a little more complicated , a little harder.

her  head’s  fuzzy  ,  she’s  not  drunk  yet  but  she’s  got  a  good  buzz  going  on  ,  and  so  she  takes  spike’s  flask  and  pours  some  more  into  both  of  their  glasses.  ❛   and  it  makes  me  think  a  little  too  much  ,  like  my  head  is  just  full  of  silly  little  thoughts.   ❜  a  beat  ,  she  looks  up  at  him  …  rosy  lips  tilt  into  a  smile.  he could READ her. by now , but she'll be coy about it to start. ❛  can  we  play  a  game  ?  like  uh  ,  truth  or  dare  …  or  twenty  questions  ,  or  never  have  i  ever  ...  please  ?  ❜

[halliwellauto]

@crownedhopelesss II @weareheroes sent: ♡ Our muses almost kiss, but are interrupted. / from angel

it was one of those rare nights where they didn't have a monster case to solve. They were able to go out and celebrate the new year without much of a fuss. Though she had decided to hang out at Lorne's club and had managed to convince everyone to join her. it was a nice place to bring in the new year with friends and amazing music. She laughed with the others as they shared funny moments in their lives. when one of her favorite songs came on, she managed to convince angel to join her on the dance floor. it had been a slow song and there was no one else that she wanted to dance with but him. With their bodies pressed together, swaying to the music, it felt like the world faded away. she was so nervous from how close they were, her heart beating loudly. When she looked up at him with a blush on her cheeks. she could have sworn he smiled at her. Maybe he felt what she had been feeling too? though she didn't want to get her hopes up to high. For a brief moment, she would look between his lips and his eyes, wondering if she should just go for it. What did she have to lose? She moved her face closer to his, only stopping to see if he would pull away. Her heartbeat seemed to match the beat to the music the closer she got. she could practically feel his breath against her lips. Though when she heard someone say, "just kiss him already", she instantly pulled away with a blush on her face.