#thread: laurel
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James had been watching the other for the better part of the night, ever since she had walked into his bar and bought her first drink. When she finally made it back to where he was, taking a seat on one of the stools and sending one of his patrons into complete silent shock, simply from the fact she was talking to them so it seems, he couldn't help but intervene. "I'd really appreciate you not trying to scare away my customers, Darling." He spoke, leaning across the bar. "I think you just sent him into shock, which leads me to believe that he either has a partner or just doesn't know how to talk to pretty girls."
"Anyone up for dancing?" Laurel waltzed up to the bar with a half-empty bottle, sliding herself onto a barstool and leaning her weight against the wooden tabletop. "Or maybe shots first? Will you do some with me?" she turned to the person sat beside her.
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@flyaboveitall
Doom saw Laurel approach him and waved her over. They usually met in this spot, because he loved the food. "Laurel. I've ordered food, I think this one was your favorite?" He points to the plate. "Sit and we can figure out something fun to do."
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Laurel Halo | Sick Eros
#there are some “hmm today i will” threads in this album#laurel halo#laurel halo atlas#atlas#sick eros#ambient#not dark ambient really just#ambiguous ambient#a ravedeath by tim hecker vibe#Bandcamp
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open: to anyone for platonic, masc for romantic. both muses with or without supernatural powers welcome ! plot: laurel is a witch on the run ( her coven wants to kill her rip ) and your muse has been her shelter for a while. she got herself almost killed ( again ), and of course, she is knocking your muse's door. laurel normally always wears high gloves because due to her abnormal witch powers, her hands look like this: click. but your muse already knows what her hands without the gloves look like, her little secret.
standing at the door—if one could even call it standing—she was barely upright, the aftermath of the battle she’d waged still evident in far too many ways. a deep wolf’s gash marred her shoulder, blood spattered across her face, and worst of all, her hands—already darkened by shadow—were now stained in a much deeper shade of crimson. she might convince someone she'd been attacked by wild animals, but the state of her hands was beyond explanation, beyond hiding. the darkness swallowed her hands deeper whenever she used her powers excessively. and so, here she was again, at the only place that ever offered solace in moments like this. this home had been her refuge for a while now, though laurel wasn’t entirely sure whether the one who lived here appreciated these… surprise visits. yet, regardless, not once had they ever turned the witch away. now, barely holding herself upright, she knocked—tainting the door in the process—and leaned heavily against the wall for support. she wasn’t entirely visible when the door creaked open, but with a faint twitch of her fingers, she managed a small wave of greeting. there was no need to speak. they would recognize laurel immediately—her hands alone, marked by shadow and blood, told the tale all too clearly. "greetings, i am deeply sorry for the blood on your door."
#indie rp#indie open rp#indie horror rp#indie open starter#open starter#indie oc rp#indie supernatural rp#blood tw#body horror tw#threads: laurel wagner.#i just want them spooky threads
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"Oh no..."
They both forgot today is 'National Throw Short People Day.'
They're going to go hide now.
#[interrupting transmission; dash commentary]#[thread of hope: laurel]#[small flower destined to bloom; myrtle]
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closed for: @laureljacobs
where: driftwood
With a newspaper in hand -- physical, he refused to do digital -- Bo's eyes were scanning the financial news section when he felt a sensation he knew well. He folds the paper down so his view was no longer obstructed, eyes landing on a familiar face that he liked to avoid where possible occupying the table nearest to his.
"Laurel," He says curtly, no warmth in the greeting. "I thought I could feel daggers my way, should have guessed you were here."
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starter for: @laureljacobs location: laurel's office
"I did some digging," Edie informs her as she walks into the room without an invitation, cradling an open file of documents between her hands.
"The divorce had an infidelity clause -- but I noticed that his name was on an apartment out of state. He said in mediation that he used it for Air BnB to make extra cash but I called the building at they said they don't allow that as per their lease. They also said a redhead in her twenties lives there but the check comes from him every month. Turns out the girl used to be his secretary. I'm thinking he's put her up and we've got a sugar baby situation -- which would null the infidelity clause and entitle our client to fifty percent of all his assets."
And with that influx of information, Edie places the file onto Laurel's desk for approval.
"That's what you meant by 'look the file over' right?"
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You got your demons, spent seasons on the dark side of the moon Don't try denying 'cause you know that I've been there too Right now I know how it feels like the world's gonna end But I'll get you through If it's the last thing I do
I'm gonna love the hell out of you Take all the pain that you're going through I'll bring you heaven if that's what you need 'Cause you've always loved the hell out of me
You brought resounding techniques for my grounding when I Had lost it a little too far from the middle to find Some solace from all this exhaustion and monsters of mine So you better know that I'll bring you home
@martieshub
#martieshub#Laurel x Eli#i'm in pain again ??#because it reminded me of our thread so much :(#and just the determination to be a team
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&. @whorifics
sent a meme: our muses take a shower together to wash blood off each other. ( david & laurel ) ( 1 / 1 )
NORMAL PEOPLE would ask questions. but they weren’t normal people were they? they each had their own secrets, and despite burning with curiosity, she doesn’t ask questions. even when they ended up in the shower together, she doesn’t ask whose blood it was, or what he did. “were you hurt?” she asked as she turned on the shower, allowing the warm water to wash over them, turning around to face him.
#whorifics#⋮ ❛ laurel beaufort. › threads.#⋮ ❛ laurel & david › featuring.#⋮ ❛ closed › starters.#blood cw
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laurel and dexter. @asteroidxblves
𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . they needed paz alone , isolated , to allow the latter part of a's plan to work effectively , and that meant keeping his lapdogs as separate as possible until the hammer came down on the people of rosewick once more . she'd taken note of who already seemed occupied and , luckily for her , dexter hall was one of the few who'd found themselves floating aimlessly , just waiting for someone to fill that laurel - shaped hole in their life . and wasn't she so pleased to oblige ? she leaned against the doorway he'd just walked through , taking her time so that she didn't raise any suspicion . ❛ i never took you for a party boy , kiddo . though going by that little sour look on your face , you don't seem to be enjoying yourself too much . ❜
#𝟶𝟷𝟷. the knife which will slaughter heaven. laurel — thread.#𝟶𝟶𝟶. featuring. dexter hall.#the STRUGGLE to post this from my drafts wow#this would've been a bit longer but shit is not cooperating#so im posting what i have
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⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ requested by @priestbit : still accepting ! ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾
" listen , dude , i'm not saying i wouldn't . 'cause she's , like. . . i mean she's hot and all that but - greg said she like eats bats and shit . " said with feet up on the coffee table , weekly catch up something he almost always looked forward to . even if half of what left his lips was fallacy . " would you ? i mean , your judgement is way clearer than mine , man . i see tits and my whole self worth plummets . "
#priestbit#priestbit [ sammy ] thread 01.#⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: sammy laurel. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾#i don't even know what this is but#take it ig#i'm so sorry
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At her question Sebastian let out a hum, trying to think of all the places in the world that he'd like to move to if he was able to, "I think I like the idea of Greece." He finally settled on. "I think I could explore the islands all my life and still not be able to soak up enough of the history that is built into that place." Because of course his choice would reflect on his interests and that always seemed to fall back to history. "True. And not the coldest response I've had so far when it's came to running into people from the past. Doesn't mean it doesn't sting any less." He gave her a smile and nodded, "I am, it's what I had always been aspiring to do and I'm finally here. I guess it doesn't hurt being back where I grew up as well, seeing some familiar faces."
"Where would you move to if given the complete freedom to choose?" Laurel wondered when he'd made that comment. "No, of course it's not. But I also haven't seen you around for ages and the world kept on turning, didn't it? Perhaps a little harsh but still true," she shrugged back. They'd been good friends in the past but Laurel was also very social in nature and always had people to keep her business. "Oh, congrats Seb," the brunette offered with a smile. "Are you excited by this new Ministry job?"
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Kidnapped
AU Verse
@otto-troy
They had waited for Troy and the majority of his men to leave before they moved in. It was three of them, all from PADRE, they had been watching the small community for a few days before striking to ensure Troy and the others were gone. They killed the two guards outside the small house first.
Inside, the house in which Troy and Lyn had made their life, was a mess. The table was knocked over, and things were scattered everywhere, clearly, it had been a fight for one's life. And this is what Troy would return home to.
The two guards he stationed outside the house were killed, with a single shot to the head. Then inside, the disaster-ridden house, one of the collectors was on the floor, somewhere between life and death. Then Lyn was lying near a wall, beaten and battered, a pool of blood forming around her as she slowly bled out from a gunshot to the torso. Tracy was nowhere to be found. The door to the youngest Otto's room had been kicked in and her room was a mess and she wasn't there.
#i know we have a lot of threads...but i need worried Tryn Hotto as parents on a revenge kick because yes#tryn hotto#troy otto#laurel hall#laurel otto#ftwd#tracy otto#otto-troy
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a starter for @seungchanpark
"now i'm not six feet two, dashing with golden retriever vibes like my sweet boyfriend, but what i lack in height and boyish looks, i make up for in very expensive wine," she announced to the visitor with an uncharacteristically saccharine grin. it should've gone without saying that aileen wasn't typically friendly to just anyone. however, chandler had deserved her charm and opulent liquor in her eyes, considering he had been one of the only few praeditus members who were not only nice to her but also supported her relationship with dominic. with the others, it was one or none of those options.
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( ❛ ╾ @thefearedsouls )
Seeing the blue fabric swish at her legs rather than black or crimson was something she was still getting used to, but she found liked it. It was the colors of Clovis’ house and she wore them with pride. She walked with her hands folded behind her back until he came into view and she smiled. “Well hello.” Laurel looked at him, “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
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I left because of you. I couldn’t handle the grinding poverty anymore. Crinoline and I were staying afloat before you came along. Things would’ve been so much better if you’d never been born.
"..."
"MY fault?! You were the fucking coward who left when she needed you most! Do you know how much she misses you?! But you couldn't even be bothered to care about anything other than your own feelings! I had to pick up from where you left off!"
Her whole body shakes as she lets everything out.
"She sacrificed... so much... for all three of us... And you couldn't even...!"
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