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don't forget me.

07/31/2021 01:20 PM 

🌸 my muses.

will go here soon.

muses, character, supernatural, fem!, demons, angels, original characters, biblical

Weasley

07/31/2021 09:13 PM 

Prompt for Insufferable (Hermione)

How did it get to this point for George? He had closed himself up to literally everyone. He had left his parents place again and was back in the flat that he had shared with his brother. Days bleed into weeks and weeks bleed into months. George hadn’t been able to move on in the slightest like every one else. How was he supposed to? Why couldn’t he? He knew in his heart that Fred would want him to, but he couldn’t.   It was his birthday, his first birthday without his twin. And he was angry that he had to go on with this day without his brother. The redhead went to bed in a bad mood and woke up the next morning in the same bad mood. For a guy who likes to lighten the mood usually, he wasn’t able to pull himself out of this funk. Would anyone be able to? He highly doubted it.   When he woke, it was 5.30 am, he couldn’t sleep any more, not that his body let him since he had been agitated all night, knowing what could happen today of all days. He would be bombarded by his family with celebrations. George knew that they were only going to try and make him feel better, but he was so deep into his depression there was no use.    By 7 am, a few owls had arrived with letters. “Just go away” George said storming out of his room, shooing them away. He picked up the letters and threw him on the counter. Why couldn’t they just leave him alone on this day of all days? He didn’t want to be celebrated without his brother.   When he get into the kitchen, he was shaking and couldn’t focus, whatever he could get his hands on went flying, damn near destrying the kitchen. It got loud and he didn’t hear the door open. It was Hermione coming in to see if he was alright. The Weasley’s didn’t dare to come and see George right away so Hermione had offered to go see him. It was a good thing that it was no one else. The site before Hermione was a broken man. “Oh George” She said as she saw him slides down the kitchen wall, lending with a hard thud on his ass.   George looked up at Hermione, face streaked with tears. “Wh.. what are….” He couldn’t even finish as Hermione nearly flew over to him and wrapped her arms around him, not caring about the kitchen in this moment, it wasn’t important.   Feeling Hermione’s arms around him made him flinch but he leaned into her. “I...I can’t. I’m not sure” George couldn’t get a sentence out, having a horrible time trying to calm himself down. “It’s alright George” Hermione soothed. This was weird for George. He knew Hermione liked to help people, make them feel better, but not usually George since he had rarely been down like this. But since the war, he had been down.   “I… I can’t get out of my head…” HE shook his head, sobbing. He wanted to curl into himself, but Hermione made that impossible since she was still holding on to him. “What is going on in that head of yours?” Hermione asked, tryin to get him to open up.   George shook his head, finally getting himself free and bringing his knees to his chest, resting his face on his knees as he wrapped his arms around his legs “My… my mind is a in a dark place. You don’t want to be there” Was all George could say. He didn’t want other people knowing what his mind was like, it was a very dark place. He didn’t even want to be in his own head. “George” Hermione started.   “Don’t” George nearly shouted. “Don’t tell me I need people.” He glared at Hermione. “What I need is what I can’t get back” It hurt to say that aloud. He didn’t want to say it either. “You think you know what it’s like, but you don’t” He shook his head as Hermione tried to speak. “Today of all days you just had to come” He looked away   “Your mother is worried about you. So is the rest of your family.” She gently reached out, placing a hand on George’s shoulder “You need them just as much as they need you. Today isn’t about just you. It’s a way to celebrate you and the life of Fred” Hermione’s lip started to quiver “Your mind doesn’t have to be in a dark place if you can get some help”   “Get help?” George said as he jumped up, shaking furiously. Hermione realized what she said. “George. I… I didn’t mean”   He glared at her “Yes, yes you did! Now get out.” He took her by the arm and walked her to the door of the flat and gave her a push out, closing the door and locking it. He rested his head on the door, holding back a sob.   My mind is a dark place. went through George’s head It had gotten to the point that he wasn’t even sure what he could do.  

Mackenzie

07/31/2021 05:43 PM 

Addition Task: Playlist

Kenzie's Must-Haves 2021Luke Combs - Forever After AllCarrie Underwood - Before He CheatsMartina McBride - I'm Gonna Love You Through ItMiley Cyrus - The ClimbMimi Webb - Good WithoutTrain - Marry MeMadison Beer - Emotional BruisesBritney Spears - SometimesTaylor Swift - You Belong With MeShawn Mendes - If I Can't Have YouCher - If I Could Turn Back TimeCher - Believe

Tatiana

07/30/2021 09:27 PM 

Spirit Week Task: Outfit

Lillian Shepherd-SH-Homecoming-

07/30/2021 09:06 PM 

Diary Lillian Shepherd-Short Story-
Current mood:  creative

My name is Lillian Shepherdand I am a member of The Order as I believe there is one faith and one true religion as well. Alex Shepherd is my only child and I was never been able to have another baby and sadly I can't even recall last time I see my son been too long now I wish he would come home. I don't even know where my husband is either Adam Shepherd they both seem to be missing and since both are missing home seems empty without them both. I pray to the true religion that both men will come home as I sit and wait day by day at the window waiting for my men to come home and will I greet both happily when I see them both are still alive and well.  

Tatiana

07/30/2021 09:01 PM 

spirit week task: Recipe

Deep Fried OreosIngredients: 2 quarts vegetable oil for frying1 large egg​​​​​​​1 cup milk​​​​​​​2 teaspoons vegetable oil​​​​​​​1 cup pancake mix​​​​​​​1 (18 ounce) package of Oreos. Directions: Heat oil in deep-fryer to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).Whisk together the egg, milk, and 2 teaspoons of vegetable oil in a bowl until smooth. Stir in the pancake mix until no dry lumps remain. Dip the cookies into the batter one at a time, and carefully place into the hot frying oil. Fry only 4 or 5 at a time to avoid overcrowding the deep fryer. Cook until the cookies are golden-brown, about 2 minutes. Drain on a paper towel-lined plate before serving.

Tatiana

07/30/2021 08:34 PM 

spirit week task

County Fair '21Jason Aldean & Carrie Underwood - If I Didn't Love You Mary Lambert - She Keeps Me WarmMiley Cyrus - Plastic HeartsDolly Parton - 9 to 5Luke Combs - Forever After AllTaylor Swift - Teardrops On My GuitarCarrie Underwood - Before He CheatsKelly Clarkson - Because Of YouMaroon 5 - She Will Be LovedLady Antebellum - Need You Now

Mayor Laura B.{M} Charles B.

07/17/2021 07:59 PM 

her bio

sorry to bother you but, i think i will keep history where luke rapes her but she married him anyway because she was young pregnant with lucky and erased the rape from her mind then maybe Charles was there or finds out about it makes her realize what luke done raises lucky as his own then lulu mine can be charles daughter and then the starvos thing he kidnaps her and years later luke teams up with Charles rescuing her but she hid nikolas until lulu was born needing bone marrow

Lillian Shepherd-SH-Homecoming-

07/30/2021 07:12 PM 

The Order-Silent Hill
Current mood:  creative

The Order, also known as the Organization and simply "the cult", is the principle antagonistic organization of the Silent Hill series. They are a religious doomsday cult and secret society residing within the town of Silent Hill, Maine and have expanded into other towns across the region, such as Shepherd's Glen. It is possible that some of their members exist scattered throughout America, as well as the rest of the world; Toby Archbolt, for example, once went to Mexico. They are very mysterious and there is limited information on them throughout the series. With the exception of Silent Hill 2 The Order are prominent in all Silent Hill games created by Team Silent. The Order believes they are the "one true faith" and "one true religion", and that all other religions on planet Earth are deceptions and false lies. It is ambiguous if this is true, or if it is make-believe fantasy manifested by the ancient power of Silent Hill. It is also unknown how much of the Order's mythology and beliefs are actually rooted in truth, or merely man-made fabricated fantasies and fables used to brainwash its followers. The Order has their own set of "holy" books and scriptures which they claim is the word of God, a sun deity often depicted as female. The Order believes these writings are "truth" and were "divinely inspired", using phrases such as "And God said...". Whether these books are truly "holy" remains unknown. Who wrote these scriptures and for what purpose is currently unknown. It also remains unknown if the writers of these "holy" books and scriptures truly believe in them, or simply wrote them in order to manipulate and control followers. They also have their own set of prayers. The Sect of Valtiel, one of the branches of the Order, has forced children into reading these scriptures worshiping their sun God every Sunday. The continual indoctrination of children, who lack critical thinking skills and are unable to question and challenge the adults, is primarily how the Order continues to survive and operate over centuries in an unending cycle. They use their extensive influence, propaganda, manipulation, fear mongering and divine claims to entice members to join them. The cult's seal is known as the Halo of the Sun and is often used or seen in the presence of cult members, particularly while conducting rituals. The Order is involved in esoteric occultism, black magic, dark art, arcane rituals, and blood sacrifices, among other things.

don't forget me.

07/30/2021 05:08 PM 

🌸 character statistics

roleplay information. face claim. olivia scott welch verse(s). open. crime/horror, dark fame, paranormal, psychological, biblicaltrigger warning(s). abuse (emotional and physical), death, suicidial ideations, attempts, drug and alochol usage, mental healthlength. multi para / novella writer (15+ years experience) canon or oc. original character legal information.full name. rachel nicole. real age. 30 visible age. 27date of birth. 07/07place of birth. friendship, indiana, united statesplace of residence. northern los angeles, california, united stateszodiac sign. cancer / the crab:empathetic, loyal, highly intutuive ruling planet: the moon (which can createmoonswings and strength) species. human nationality. american citizengender. female (she/her)sexuality. bisexual / pansexualprofession. book author/editor -- supernatural horror and poetryalso co owner of r&j investigations (PI business) appearance.height. 5'4''weight. 138lbseye. brownhair. brown, sometimes blonde - dirty blonde / straightcomplexion. fair skin, olive undertones piercings. both ear lobes double pierced, cartilage on left ear.tatttoos. (4) 1 on rib, 1 under breast, and 2 on both forearmsglasses or contacts. sometimesrelationships. spouse. j (10 + years) past relationships. only (2) to really speak on or that matter.her first boyfriend, whom she is still friends with her, William. and her recent past ex, who was abusive (developed cptsd), Corey. parents. mother - deceased / father - estrangedsiblings. 3 - 1 deceased (2 sisters / 1 brother) 1 brother died overseas in Iraq.children. 0, thank godfriends. connections here soonenemies. too many to countpersonality. biggest pet peeves. desires/dreams. coping mechanisms. shopping, writing, reading, sleeping, eating, working out. good and bad habit(s). biting nails, chewing on pens,cleaning when upset or mad, smoking weed, stayingon routine, takes medication regularly, impulsive. dislike(s). liars, feeling out of control, being called out, change (in any capacity), garden gnomes, etc.like(s). avocado, pizza, weed, music, movies, books, concerts/live music, weight lifting. favorite(s). mental.diagnosis. manic depressive, major anxiety, insomnia, and disassociative behavior. education. phd in english with creative studies,masters in the occult, bachelors of science in criminlogy,minors in spanish and french.literacy. reads 1 language fluently, 2 brokenlanguages. english, spanish, frenchdisorders. eating disorder (bulimia nervosa), cptsd, *may have borderlinepersonality disorder

character study, writer, write, writing, metafiction, crime, horror, gore, roleplay

Bowie

07/30/2021 11:16 PM 

ADDITIONAL TASK 54

GO TO SONGS TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD.Vibe along, dance along and sing along. You just can't stop yourself from doing them all.   1) When Two Lips Collide - On The Outside 2) Bandaid On A Bullet Hole - Morgan Wallen 3) Seen You In Your Hometown - Lauren Alaina 4) Cross Country - Breeland 5) Give Heaven Some Hell - HARDY 6) Just The Way - Parmalee x Blanco Brown 7) Song For Another Time - Old Dominion 8) Blue Genes - Alissa Griffith 9) 7 Summers - Morgan Wallen 10) Good Things - Dan + Shay 11) Just Keep Driving - On The Outside 12) Getting Over Him - Lauren Alaina ft. Jon Pardi

ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏꜱ ʀᴏꜱᴇ.

07/30/2021 09:52 PM 

Outfit Requests.

Inspiration - For my drabble, Cowgirls don't cry.Casual.Nightwear.Dressy.Special requests.

ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏꜱ ʀᴏꜱᴇ.

07/30/2021 08:52 PM 

Guidelines.

So, I know these guidelines are a royal pain. I will try to keep them simple and stay in character to just make this more fun. I confess my character doesn't differ much from myself so you're not missing much.~~~~* Let's start with my timekeeping and mental health. I know some of you feel like I might ignore you over time. I mean, this wasn't supposed to be some kind of job. So yes, I do take a week off. Yes, I have a thousand f***ing ideas that need me to make them into another profile. That's just life, I assume you wouldn't be rushing me if you could see me in person. I can't take the pressure of people spamming me, okay? I can't always be here, and the more you understand this, the better we can be together.My mental health isn't the best. I take breaks and sometimes when I get too frustrated I just leave for the night. Nothing to do with you or anything, it's just me needing to let out some steam or something. I don't even understand it half the time.* Next let me move onto why I enjoy going multi-love. No, I don't do it to have a ton of romance. I do it because I feel like you would limit me when I have to write with others. I guess, but I am willing, should something serious come along. I've never been in one so I wouldn't know how that goes... But Shipping within the main verse is where I want to go, mostly. I won't give her any blank profile unless there is some character from the verse. That's just me, I feel like if you make a profile you should write stuff on it or don't make it at all. Again, this is how I see it. You might feel different and that's fine.Anyway, should something I agree with come along I might consider it.Will I push that person to be a single ship? no. I will not do that because I feel e should write what the f*** we want. Again, something to decide on later on.* I love to write, love, love, love! So multi-para to novella is my focal length. I much prefer to follow the other person and I can go to para or even multi-para if they asked. Nothing below that, though. I would seriously question if you wanted to do semi or one-liners. No offense. It just doesn't seem right, for me as a writer.I write offline so again please give me time to send these back to you!I also adore banter and I post a lot of quotes, but with the face of her so you can join in as if it was banter? I really doubt people want to stare at a white paper with words on it forever.And we should totally go back to photo comments~ I welcome pretty much anything.* Genres, now these are my big pain on here. I confess when it comes to the angst I don't like to kill off my key people unless you're bringing them back. I mean people around them? Fine. It's the same with gore. I don't write too far to do it so they die or anything like that. Just not my thing. I will not say I do horror, more like a thriller? Since you rarely kill during that one. I love romance and conflict and drama - I think relationships shouldn't be so easy; I mean, considering they're not. Onto the romance lovers here. I know you want to get with this, but the problem is I don't plan on making that so easy. So if you think this pretty face is going to be easy bait... Chase someone else. That WILL never happen, kay? Otherwise, if you welcome the challenge then by all means. Verse characters are going to be easier to deal with. At least with some.~~~Well, this is it for now. I might have more to add later.

Wicket

07/29/2021 11:47 PM 

In the Air Tonight

In the Air Tonight   Wicket /1706817 “YOU GOTTA SEE THIS GUYS!” Dustin Henderson was all excited as he rode over toward MIke’s house one his bike to meet the others. He practically hopped off his bike while it was still rolling as he pulled his backpack off his shoulder. He laid the bag on the ground and unzipped it. “It’s a perfect model of the Imperial Shuttle Tydirium!” He was beaming with all sorts of glee because he’d gotten every last detail correct. For such a devotee of all things Star Wars, he had not forgotten a thing.Mike was impressed when he saw the model in Dustin’s hand as he held it closer. Dustin was really good with technical things like that and building the best models. “That’s really cool! It looks like the one in Return of the Jedi! Does it fly?” He asked in a remotest hint of a dare and a defiant stare.“HA! Does it fly? OF COURSE IT FLIES!” Dustin sat the model on the ground soon reaching into his bag to pull out the controls. He ignited the engine. He felt like a proud papa when his baby bird started to rise from the ground. The model took a perfect flight all around the neighborhood. Dustin didn’t care who saw it. He kept flying. He knew from the responses of his friends that they were sufficiently impressed at what he’d done. He was starting to get a little too arrogant himself. That’s when the bottom all fell out.The model ended up getting a little too close to the trellis with what Mike’s mom called morning glories when Dustin tried to make a sharp left turn. The left wing got caught in the flowers and tangled really badly. Dustin kept trying to use his controls to maneuver out of the mess when all he did was tear the petals of the flowers even more, making a huge mess. Dustin’s string of expletives would have made a sailor blush. Later on when he tried to recall what had happened, Dustin remembered cursing far too many times than he cared to admit. . In the middle of his histrionics, Mike kept trying to calm him down. Dustin couldn’t calm down. He couldn’t even speak coherent sentences. It wasn’t until Mike volunteered to climb the trellis to get his model did Dustin finally start to settle down.It was like watching a horror movie in slow motion. Mike reached that last little way to get Dustin’s model when he missed. His fall left all of them in shock. Dustin barely remembered the sound of the scream leaving his own mouth when Mike was Earthbound. The sound of his friend landing on the ground kept him awake all night long. There was nothing that could ever compare to hearing the sound of a human bone breaking. Mike was hurt and he was badly hurt. They had to get Nancy.Nancy had every right to be p!ssed off and who could blame her. Dustin had seen the color completely leave Nancy’s face when she came out to see what shape Mike was in as a result of the fall. Dustin had to admit to himself that he didn’t like to see the sight of MIke’s bone sticking out from his leg, especially when this was all HIS fault. If he had been a lot less like a baby then Mike wouldn’t have felt the need to climb up and get his model. Dustin couldn’t even look at the damned thing when it lay there on the ground after Mike fell.Then came the hospital. Nancy looked so upset. Mike blamed her for not watching him, but it wasn’t really Nancy’s fault. Yeah, Dustin had his crush on Mike’s big sister, but the whole thing was really HIS fault. Mike was still protecting him even when he was in absolute agony. Silently he moved over to sit beside Nancy and hold her hand. She needed a friend and he did his best to be that for her. He knew she loved Mike like a good sister did. He loved Mike like a brother. He just sat there not saying a word because no words needed to be said. He felt guilty as hell.He had kept tossing and turning the entire night. He couldn't rest in good conscience knowing what he’d done. He went to school the next day looking like death warmed over. His guilt was eating at him. He rode to the school the next morning thinking about what had happened. He didn’t even know for sure what happened to his model. Right now, he didn’t really even care. He had just chained his bike to the bike rack when he pulled up his backpack over his right shoulder. He was about to head into the school when he heard a familiar voice.Dustin looked over to see Nancy standing there next to the station wagon. He narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose. “Something happened to Mike?” He stopped his forward progression toward the school when Nancy spoke to him. Mike’s broken leg was his fault, so the guilt made him incline toward walking toward Nancy right about now. “He’s not in the hospital?” Dustin asked curiously. His mind was already computing a few places where Mike might have gone, if he wasn’t in the hospital. He was already starting to take a few steps toward Nancy despite the fact that school was going to start in about 15 minutes.  "I Am On A Curiosity Voyage, And I Need My Paddles To Travel." credit: james kriet

ᴍᴀᴄʜɪᴀᴠᴇʟʟɪᴀɴ

07/29/2021 06:54 PM 

Originally Bewitched

Originally Bewitched A drabble Machiavellian/Kol Mikaelson /1718864 Summer 1901Mexico City, MexicoHe hated the heat. The bloody heat was horrible for a human, but it was far worse for an Original. Kol Mikaelson had a plain cotton shirt on with his sleeves unbuttoned. His trousers were cotton as well but darker in color. He was walking into the heart of this city with disgust sneering his upper lip. He was here to meet someone. It certainly wasn’t any of these peasants. He huffed when one walked up to him holding a rotten fruit that once looked like a watermelon. He glared at the older mortal man and spoke simple words. “Take that bloody thing and shove it up your arse mate.” The man had a blank look on his face as he walked away from Kol. The youngest living male Original was strolling away with a smirk on his features that only seemed to intensify when the sounds of that same man screaming decorated the air behind him. He had compelled the man to do just what he’d said resulting in iit bringing him a most brutal death. Kol frankly didn’t care.There were certain advantages to being an Original especially when he was far away from his brothers and Rebekah. No one tended to even hold a candle to him in terms of power, yet his brothers had decided to not pursue the heritage that actually lay in their blood from their darling mother. Witchcraft, especially the dark arts were perfected by Esther all those years ago. Finn had taken a bit of a fancy to the magical side of their heritage, but he’d slipped up and gotten daggered by the Five some eight hundred years prior. Finn was the one bound to get them caught sooner rather than later. Kol himself had been brought in his coffin beside that damned bastard Finn into New Orleans back some 200 years prior. Nik had missed his company and let him out roughly 100 years prior to meet up with the family and what had been done settling in the quaint little Hellhole of New Orleans. Elijah’s jealousy ended up driving Kol away, but at least he wasn’t at the end of another one of Nik’s daggers. Now here he was walking through this sh!t encrusted street looking for a powerful witch.Up ahead on the right was a cantina. The noises that came from the cantina gave him a glimmer of hope. Fortunately an Original didn’t need an invitation to come into a public place after all. He opened the doors and set foot inside. He had to chuckle to himself at the name. Bar San Miguel meant that this was a bar belonging to Saint Michael. Too bad the devil himself was just inside the doors. Kol stepped up to the bar and held up a finger. The bartender was getting him a beer as the young looking man turned around to behold the king in his court.The man sitting there was practically bald. He had an overcoat on that was soon taken by one of the young ladies and placed on the back of another chair. He was laughing rather boisterously. One young lady was sitting in his lap while two others were hanging on his every word. Kol thought the smarmy git was repulsive to look at, but considering the fact that the witch he was looking for fit him to a tee, who was he to complain? “...And you see ladies, you don’t need to understand to know what I’m saying to be taken in by my complete and utter charm.” He was smiling from ear to ear as he reached his right hand to take a handful of the breast of the woman sitting there. Kol’s nostrils flared. She’d certainly orgasmed right then and there. It was bloody amusing. This wanker was someone Kol needed to know.The Brit sitting at the table was fully aware of being watched by the young man at the bar. His sources told him that there was only one who would dare to travel down to Mexico City to find him in the midst of all this debauchery. That was Kol Mikaelson the Witchy Original himself. “Don’t just stand there with your knickers in a knot boy! Bring your pretty little bottom over here and be hospitable. Why don’t you? Or did you lose your manners over the last two centuries?” He bellowed out knowing full well that Kol heard him.Kol took the beer handed to him and casually sauntered over to the bar. “Well, it’s good to know that my reputation precedes me.” He was an arrogant little sh*te and he knew it. It came with being nearly a millennia old. He took a seat. “Aliester Crowley I assume?”The Brit’s resplendent smile curled up broadly and parted to reveal beautiful white teeth. “You correctly assume Kol Mikaelson. I was informed by certain connections that you’d be seeking me out here. You have something particular in mind that you need from me.” He turned his attention to Kol not listening to the girls who were getting jealous that his attention wasn’t on them.“Certain acquaintances in New Orleans told me that you know of something called the Paragon Diamond. I am looking for it because of certain reasons.” He brought the beer to his lips and started to drink from it. The Paragon Diamond was believed to be able to enchant whatever was bound to it. He wanted to use it on a dagger to finally put his brother Nik in a coffin like he’d done all of the siblings at one time or another.Crowley purred, touching his fingertip to his lip. “And the Paragon Diamond would be able to actually stop the Hybrid once and for all wouldn’t it? Why should I give you this information? You’ll turn around and report to your half brother that I was the instrument in his betrayal.” He was hesitant to trust the youngest male Mikaelson. Others who trusted Kol usually wound up dead.Kol’s answer was simple enough. “Because you fat little sot, I’ll rip out your heart and feed it to you if you don’t.” He was overly confident in his abilities and showed it. He didn’t even bother to show any sort of fear toward Crowley or any respect. He didn’t frankly /care/.The witch raised a free hand and curled his fingers over one another making a circle. “What was that Mr. Mikaelson?” Crowley’s smug expression glanced toward the Original.The bottle of beer fell down upon the ground as Kol was wracked with the most intense pain he’d ever experienced in his life. It wasn’t unlike that first pain that he’d experienced years ago when his mother had first turned them all into vampires. He was screaming in absolute agony until Crowley lowered his hand. Kol soon sat up in the middle of the floor knowing that he’d soiled himself for Crowley’s amusement. “You’ve made your point. Allow me to make mine.” Kol zipped over behind the woman who had put the witch’s overcoat on a chair. He bit his wrist and allowed the blood to flow free. He shoved it in the woman’s mouth as she was screaming. Mere moments later, he snapped her neck with a simple twist of his wrist. “Never let an Original see who your favorite whores are.” She would resurrect but not until later as a baby vampire.Crowley burst out into uproarious laughter. “I like you Kol. You’re a little arrogant d!ck just like they say about you.” He kissed the woman in his lap softly on the lips and led her to sit beside the girl that was due to arise any moment as a baby vampire. He rather fancied having a vampire guard at his side, so Kol had done him a service. The girl in his lap was going to be food for the new baby vampire. Crowley didn’t care. “Seek out the Claire Witches in New Orleans. They have the Paragon Diamond stashed away. I know. I gave it to them two years ago.”Kol smirked back at the witch. He knew what Crowley was doing with the girl sitting on the floor. He decided to help him out. He looked at the girl. “Be a good little girl and stay right there won’t you? Your mate is going to be quite famished when she wakes up.” Kol brushed off his clothes and nodded toward Crowley. “Stop by New Orleans sometime. We’ll grab a pint and laugh over my brother’s corpse.” Kol saluted him as he walked out of the cantina. He had a brother to put down.  "I'm itching to kill something. what are we waiting for?" - Kol Mikaelson credit: james kriet




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