#founderscouncil

[malka-lisitsa]

@founderscouncil continued from [ X ]

"And leave you all alone to serve beer to homely looking guys all day?"

Katherine purred as she slid into the bar stool, perfectly perched.

"You should thank me for providing you with something pretty to look at." Its a sly and playful grin that delivers that line.

"Bourbon, please."

[floripire]

totally correct quotes: anti squad & j.ed t.ien edition / @founderscouncil, @ofvalor, @fellvespers

[touchedbydestiny]

@founderscouncil liked the starter call <3 (diana & bonnie) || accepting

            "this is a very interesting protection spell you have there," diana didn't need to take a longer look to figure out what bonnie was working on. in a way, it was … simple which was interesting to diana because she was not used to such type of things. the spells she learned usually had some kind of twist. a combination of two completely opposite things. it rarely happened that a spell directly addressed its purpose.

            "are you trying to protect something?", diana asked because she couldn't come up with another reason of why she would need a protection spell.

[ofvalor]

[ intertwine & hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to intertwine their finger’s the receiver’s muse and hold them during an emotional moment to reassure them. - hope/josie

The darker part of her is gone - locked away or sundered or integrated as a part of her or something she doesn't quite understand yet. Hope's hand is in hers and it's distracting, but it's also grounding in a way she didn't expect. Mainly because all she can think of is the way her hand is a bit warmer than she expected, how there's callouses on the pads of her fingers and they're a bit scratchy as they rub over the back of her hand. But she doesn't want to look up at her - doesn't want the moment to end. And she's so damn afraid that the moment she speaks, it will be broken, that Hope will let go and walk away again.

Taking in a deep breath, she glances over to see Hope's eyes softening, wide and beautiful blue. "I thought you were going to die today." Seeing Hope like that - monstrous and suffering and angry - it was almost too much to bear. "I thought.. we wouldn't get to you in time."

[cruelprincae]

@founderscouncil sent from 1989 (from the vault)

"It might blow up in your pretty face."

❛ I believe that is your signature move regarding spells and magic. I am better than that, ❜ Cardan answers nonchalantly, his sharp features impassive as they study the artefact in his grasp ― yet, his voice is light and there is a brief moment in which the edge of his lips curls into a semblance of a grin; it is more and less than that and within a blink of an eye, it is gone. Black eyes rimmed in gold around the irises dart upwards, looking at the blonde through thick and long lashes before he continues; ❛ Although, I appreciate you admitting I am pretty. It is nothing I did not already know, but I appreciate it nonetheless. ❜ Particularly since it has been the first semblance of a compliment that has left the witch's lips for the better part of the time he has been in the Salvatore School, even if, chances are, she did not quite mean it.

[fellvespers]

@founderscouncil gets a random starter for jed.

Her anger had been simmering just beneath the surface for a few days now, just waiting for the time it would be appropriate to let it explode. The pack itself had spent a lot of time lately keeping it simple, no sparring, no big sports or anything yet. Just a lot of studying and preparing for the full moon that had now since passed. It wasn't something she thought she'd ever get used to, and it left some aches in her joints and muscles that would still take another day or so to fade.

But she couldn't contain herself any longer, not when she felt the need to protect Floribeth from being hurt - or at least get revenge on her behalf. So when the pack congregated in the gym, she stepped forward while the rest of them were milling around and doing their stretches. "Alright, big bad alpha - I wanna spar with you." She gritted out the words between her teeth, trying to keep her voice light but failing. To literally anyone who was paying attention, they could tell that Mia was shaking with rage.

[devilfated]

🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for

to be honest -- i've always wanted to write either emma swan or captain hook from ouat. i've also always wanted to write katherine. thomas shelby was a dream at some point too. i also always wanted to write some more juvenile characters like from gossip girl or pretty little liars (dont judge me).

[savagevillain]

❛ Well, boo hoo! I am so sorry your feelings are hurt! ❜ - hayley

Jaw clenched so tight he can feel the strain, he keeps his back turned, unwilling to see the accusation on Hayley’s features. This is all his fault, he knows that; it had been written in horror all over their daughter, a memory that he will never erase, a stain that he can never clean. He achieved the one thing that he had been so, so, so afraid of: Hope looking at him at him with fear. It had been devastating, it still is. He can’t handle this right now; can’t stand to listen to all the ways he’s failed, not from Hayley ( the perfect parent, the one Hope deserves, the one who doesn’t show up bloodied —). ❛ It’s not my feelings I am concerned with, ❜ he snaps, half a lie but mostly truth. He’s more concerned with how Hope’s feelings towards him have been altered.

[asiphon]

new post for beta editor @founderscouncil

Enough is enough, she supposed. But it's still hard to put in words what all she'd been through from the moment Penelope left her standing in front of the fireplace. The memory of it reminded her of another strikingly similar moment with Landon not even a year later and it made her heart tighten and squeeze. Even Finch - She sucked in a deep breath, and kept her eyes trained on the fire for a long, long while before finally looking up into the stars above them.

She'd have to say something at some point. Sitting in silence was never something either of them were very good at. "Starting from the beginning feels so.. insignificant. And small. Especially now.. god, especially now." Her voice tapers off into a whisper. Lonely wasn't even the word to describe what life had been like for the last few months without her sister.

"Did you hear about.. Lizzie?" She began, unsure if she could handle hearing her own voice waver and quiver, the tightness in her throat making it hard to get the words out. "Or the dark magic?" She swallowed against the growing lump, prying her eyes from the night sky and back to Penelope. They were widened, a slight glisten to them at the thought of her sister. "Everything else - feels so.. ridiculous I guess? I mean, telling you about my two exes after you left in comparison to my sister being dead - " She cuts herself off and heaves out a sigh, rubbing her face to try and clear her mind. "Sorry."

[malka-lisitsa]

Starter for @founderscouncil - Regina

You know what Katherine hates more than anything? Asking for help. You know what she hates in addition to that? Being human and actually needing it desperately. So you can imagine how difficult this is for her to have tracked down someone who can kill her with a twitch of her hand- to try and strike a deal.

Katherine had heard of Regina in passing, and was well aware of her reputation and her power. The two had sort of mutually existed as bad bitches for their whole super natural lives. Mostly staying out of each other's way out of respect. Two tigers can't be on the same mountain, but they can be kings of theirs respectively.

Now one of those tigers had been drug off her mountain and had her fangs and claws stripped from her, and she was going to do whatever it took to get them back.

A shaky hand knocked heavily on the hard wood of the front door before quickly returning to its crossed position, trying to conserve warmth.

"It's actually really cold out here, can you open the damn door already?"

[floripire]

anti squad (@fellvespers & @founderscouncil) + incorrect quotes featuring caroline forbes-salvatore

[touchedbydestiny]

@founderscouncil liked the starter call <3 (tatia & hayley) || accepting

            tatia had chosen a very withdrawn life. unnoticed by the eyes of the world that has changed for the last 1,000 years, she lived in a small hut in the middle of the forest, surrounded by small fields, acres and a cottage garden all cultivated by her. with the exception of the blood, which she had to procure from time to time, she lived essentially autonomous. people rarely found their way to her location so it did surprise tatia when she heard someone approaching while she was out and maintaining her garden.

            her long hair was braided into a long, loose french braid to avoid them from getting in her face while she worked. she wiped her hands on a cloth as she stood up and looked at the visitor.

            "you seem to be lost, do you need help?"

[ofvalor]

❝ The most terrible things men do, they do in the name of love. ❞ - the darkling

He stares down at the woman before him. Scars adorn his features, thick and black lines marring a handsome face. His own darkened eyes do not swim with emotion, nor do any of his muscles twitch to give himself away. As he stares, the weight of millennia alone sinks down onto him. There is not boredom on his face, there is not rage, there is simply the blank face of someone who has accepted loneliness. "I do not love."

And yet, he wishes, too. "The terrible things I do are not for the love of a woman, nor for the love of a country. I do them because they must be done." And yet, he loves the Grisha - all of them, despite those who hate what he is and how he fights for them to be more than just used and feared and hated. "Move along or be moved."

[cruelprincae]

@founderscouncil sent from The Hunger Games — Catching Fire

“Thought you’d be gone by now.”

He lets out a huff of breath, as though the statement alone is ludicrous at best. ❛ Much good that would have done for me. You have this. . . ❜ The Fae scowls as he offers a wave of his hand in a dismissive gesture. ❛ Agitating ability to run faster than the speed of light and pick up scents from miles away. No running in the world can match up to that; You would have dragged me back here before I could even catch the first bus out of this stupid town. And I don't really fancy running. ❜

Tongue clicks in his mouth as black eyes scan the liquor cabinet in search of liquor adequate enough to fit a Prince ― preferably wine, although, from the looks of it, there is none in the tribrid's residence. With a long, drawn sigh, Cardan begrudgingly comes to terms with his fate, grabs a hold of something called vodka, makes a distasteful grimace at the redhead as though scolding her for her alcoholic preferences, and marches up to the wooden chair he has been occupying for several days now, the biddings of which hang loose against its curved arms and the bottom of its back. It was fairly easy to slither his way out of the ropes when Hope had so rudely left in the very midst of their conversation ― and quite frankly put an end to his only means of entertainment ― to instead do. . . whatever it is that immortal tribrid bounty hunters do; Probably to gloat to Balekin about how easy it was to capture the Prince of Elfhame and arrange her reward.

❛ Besides, ❜ Cardan continues as he takes a seat and props one leg across the chair's arm. From his lopsided position, he draws back his sleeves to reveal the iron cuffs the tribrid had meticulously put on him the day they met; his wrists are sore and red from the little contact with the iron his skin has had over his shirt, although, aside from the sizzling irritation, its greatest downside has been that it has taken away his ability to glamour. Damned iron. ❛ I can't go anywhere with these now, can I ? ❜

[malka-lisitsa]

"You're picking up a tree for her?" Katherine echoed, brow raised. "Are you even invited to share the tree on christmas?" Ok, little shit disturber chill.

Honestly, they were pretty close to being in the same boat. Katherine didn't have any family either. No friends either to be honest, so it was always just her alone and pissed the fuck off that everything was closed on christmas because that seems super presumptuous and exclusionary of other cultures holidays.

"No. I hate the holiday with more passion and rage than I hate Klaus and Elena put together." She didn't used to, but you know- eventually it gets painful to be reminded you're alone for five hundred years on a day specifically designed to be about family and togetherness.

"The last time I celebrated was in 1864. What about you, do you do anything special while all your friends are conveniently forgetting about you in favour of closer relations?"

He pulls away from the curb and starts on the familiar trek towards the Salvatore Boarding House. Maybe it's more just like he can't readily break into most buildings so it doesn't even cross his mind as an option. And as absent as his mother is, she'd at least managed to instill some manners in him.

"Yep, work and then Caroline's got me picking up a tree for her to make sure everything is perfect for Christmas." The holidays are usually a somber time for him, with most of his friends spending it with their families and him just getting Chinese and watching whatever is playing on TCM, but he doesn't mind helping to make their day special. It's become routine at this point, and what might have been disappointing for him a few years ago, is just the way it is. "Do you even celebrate Christmas or did you have other traditions?"

[vrake]

[ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms - hope/jade | @founderscouncil

She doesn't know how long it's been, not exactly. But knows it's been long enough for her chest to fill with something remarkably similar to life, for her heart to feel like it's suddenly started beating again and like it never stopped simultaneously. She doesn't know how many times she has pulled Hope into her arms, has buried her head in the crook of her neck, taking in the scent that's still unmistakably Hope Mikaelson ( and she realizes she had worried it wouldn't be the same, that something would had changed in the time she was away ). And it's only sometime later, after reunions and talks, and dinners that lasted longer than any other night, when they're alone again and Hope is the one pulling her into her arms, that Jade realizes the worry was still there, that Jade finally relaxes into the other girl's arms, because even though she knows Hope has changed ( maybe found what she had needed when she first left ), nothing between them had. So she allows her arms to weave around the other, fingers clinging to her clothes, and her nose firmly pressed against the skin of her neck. When she talks, it's but a whisper, mumbled against her skin "... I missed you."