Hope Mikaelson ( @cursedbcrn​ ) said ‘  i’ll pay you money if you sit still.  ’ 

Shifting a glance over at her,  without having missed a beat in his response,  he deliberately notches up the arrogance in his smirk.  ❝ I’ll pay you money if you crack a smile. ❞

❛ If there is anything worth dying for, this is it. ❜

Shaking his head, almost unconsciously, Klaus finds himself unable to voice what seems so obvious to him. There is nothing — absolutely nothing — in this world that is worth her death. There are a few things he might hesitate to sacrifice ( his siblings being one of them ) but nothing would be worth her death. ❛ You owe nothing, least of your death. ❜  Something sharp is lodged somewhere in his depths, preventing him from speaking all he knows needs to be explained. For all his Shakespearan rants, words fail him when he needs them most.

Hope Mikaelson ( @cursedbcrn ) said ❛ Sometimes the world turns good people into bad people. ❜ 

That was unfortunately true. It happened more often than not, in their world. When faced with cruelty and terror and the destruction that comes from their naturally violent natures, goodness was not something that one could easily hold onto.

❛ I guess all we can do is try our best anyway. ❜ 

Hayley reached out to her daughter, brushing the loose strand of hair away from Hope's face and tucking it gently behind her ear. She was so beautiful, inside and out, and it astonished Hayley, even to this day, that she could have had a hand in making her. Hope Andrea Mikaelson was what had proved to Hayley that the world could in fact still be good, in spite of how horrible it could be and how horrible she was. Hope was the first good thing Hayley had ever done.

❛ And being bad one day, ❜ Hayley went on, thinking about those she had met and known over the course of her life, the family not the least of them, ❛ doesn't mean someone is bad forever. Like you said, sometimes its what happens in our lives. Our choices matter, more than anything. We can wake up any day and decide to do better tomorrow. ❜   

It wasn't easy, it would never be easy, but it was worth it.

     It  was  necessary.   What  Hope  needed  at  the  moment  and  while  she  hadn’t  meant  to  start  crying,  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  stop  herself  either.   She  hated  it,  knew  it  wasn’t  fair  when  she  hadn’t  been  as  good  as  Hope  when  she  decided  to  leave.   Too  far  gone  in  her  shame,  too  overwhelmed  by  her  thirst  and  overflow  of  emotions.   She  had  been  too  worried  of  turning  into  something  she  didn’t  want  to  be  that  she  just  had  to  leave   ( not  that  it  helped  her  that  much  with  her  control ).   And  she  knew  it  was  the  same  for  her  girlfriend  now.   She  stood  still,  as  Hope’s  hands  gently  cup  her  face,  leant  into  them  as  soft  fingers  brushed  her  skin,  closing  her  eyes  to  lose  herself  in  the  sensation  of  the  girl’s  lips  on  her  skin  before.   “ I’m  sorry...  I’m  just  making  it  harder,  aren’t  I?.”   Her  voice  creaked  as  she  spoke,  and  she  swallowed  to  try  and  get  rid  of  the  knot  forming  on  her  throat.   One  hand  reaching  up  to  cup  her  girlfriend’s  hand.   She  turned  slowly,  placed  a  gentle  kiss  in  the  inside  of  Hope’s  wrist  and  opened  her  eyes  at  last  to  look  at  her.   “ I’m  going  to  miss  you...  so  much.”

[ no tears & kiss ]  –  for the sender to cup the receiver’s face and brush away their tears with their thumbs & kiss the receiver’s forehead. @cursedbcrn​

NEXUSVCRTI    ;      an independent and highly selective roleplay blog for HOPE MIKAELSON of cw’s the originals and legacies.  written by arrow.  multi-ship and multi-verse with a heavy emphasis on plotting. 

low-activity. mutually exclusive and private ; oc and duplicate friendly.  will contain highly triggering content and mature themes. must be 21+ to interact and follow. 

formerly cursedbcrn.  estab. june 2020. rebooted nov. 2023

carrd. / verses. / memes. / personal lore. / tvd multi. / multi. / yj multi. / promo.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :   hope andrea mikaelson.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒)   n/a.

╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  | paranoid  |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive |  spiteful  |  stubborn |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  |  childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical |  envious |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex  | reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive

♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

honest  |  trustworthy  | thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave  |  patient  |  selfless  |  ambitious  | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent  |  confident   | focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  | clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent | considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship | friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate | reliable  |  resourceful |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing |  bird watching  |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy  |  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  | music   |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  | swordplay |  fishing  |  gardening  | ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic  | engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |  storytelling  |  writing |  traveling  |  exotic dancing  |  singing

tagged by: @klaeus | tagging: @winchestyr, @endl0ss, @unbearablyindifferent, @ofvalor (hope or marika), @cursedbcrn, @fightforbetter, @savagevillain, @azrahel, @founderscouncil (cleo), @kingmakercastle, @malka-lisitsa, @ngnwnchstr, @northsalpha, @bacchaean, @cruelprincae, and you !

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“Pity. I was already breathlessly awaiting our time to share other whispered confidences under the clandestine refuge of a midnight snack.” There was a slight distance to the sardonic understanding that characterized their exchanges today. Tristan's attention still roamed above the fields of Hope's tale with the sharpness of a bird of prey intent on fully capturing the nature of an intriguing hunt.

“And that's the solitary clue you had the chance to extract from this underling? Peculiar. To hurt those the object of our hatred holds dear represents an universal reaction. Your family doesn't lack a picturesque repertoire of looming shadows whose jaws would relish in devouring anything a Mikaelson cherishes in darkness and oblivion. And yet still...You make for a peculiar target.” He observed her with an air of imprecise interest as further deductions on her mysterious visitor continued. “Don't you find it intriguing? Being chosen as the focus of their revenge, whatever this may be, in spite of the chimeric uniqueness of your power, both by birthright and by your conquest over your once hollow foe? You are either dealing with someone who still perceives you as the weakest link of your family, a possibility I have no doubt might ignite that ferocious pride of yours, or...There could be something else at play beyond the usual delights of vengeance. A figure with something to prove, perhaps. Or it could be that your impolite visitor is seeking something they can only obtain from you.” An aura of that strange familiarity only centuries could uncover still stalked the issue, inspiring him for one last unformed connection.

“Those recent cases involving disappeared wolves you mentioned last time. Did you manage to find any explanation to their vanished voices from the local chorus of moonlight howls yet?”

@cursedbcrn​

tagged by: @tricursed​ & @little-miss-buffy​  tagging: @in-my-soul & @sacredslaycd​ & @adeathsentence​ & @paintedstory​ & @kissedbyspirits​ & @anzianopuro​ & @ofmagik​ & @vengefulprophecy​ & @queenofdarkestshadows​ & @cursedbcrn​​ & @sanguionus​​

alias: Chrissie

gender: female

pronouns: she / her ( but i accept they too )

astrological sign: leo ( august baby )

height: 5′5

sexuality: bisexual

hogwarts house: hufflepuff ( the chaotic one )

favourite animals: i go fever crazy when i see animals ( aND BIRBS ) so it’s safe to say all of them. kitties, puppies, birbies, gib me.

average hours of sleep: what is sleep ? vampires need no sleep.

number of blankets: on winter ? the more the merrier, i’ll bury myself inside them like an ugly burrito. on summer ? that’s blasphemy, i only accept a thin cover.

where i am from: where homosexuality first started - i mean, Greece.

when i created this account: not gonna lie, I didn’t think this blog would hold nor that it would attract as much attention as it did. Jo was my experiment with the BTVS community because I was into it since the prime age of 12 and I thought ‘why not get my gears working to create something in this too?’. Needless to say, I was expecting the muse to fade away after the first week or two, but alas, she’s a tough bitch to kill and now one of my main muses on this site.

why i created this account: @sacredslaycd​ forced me to make a blog for Jo after I had been dancing around the roleplay community on facebook. It was a bitch to begin with considering that prior to Jo I had zero tumblr experience and at first, writing here was hard af, but I managed through and am now able to bless you with chaotic energy every single day :) long live the queen.

followers: *checks the counter* 330 but i only write with like, 6

other blogs: oh boy, i have several. @aureumlilium​ ( multi muse, is to be medium activity after i finish that dAMN SHEET ) & @triagenera​ ( my heavily canon divergent Hope Mikaelson, medium activity same applies for the character sheet ) & @shadcwkissedrose​​ ( which is my rose hathaway blog from waaaaay back in the day but she’s to be sucked inside my mutli muse :) )

@cursedbcrn​ asked:  My muse has been having nightmares for the past several days. To where they seem tired and brain dead from lack of restful sleep. Send 😞 to find them in this state. || IANOS ANTILLON || V’s Meme Tag || Accepting 

It’s the middle of the night, and so Ianos will pretend the undignified squawk he’d made when coming across the tribrid in the library never happened. Still, he holds his tea to his chest and heaves a long sigh. He doesn’t bother mentioning curfew- it doesn’t matter to him, really, to enforce most of the rules in this school. Still, he looks at the teenager, and feels a tug at his heart. 

She looks the way he often feels. Lost. And very alone. 

It’s the reason he’s up this late after all, alone in the library so often until dawn peeks in through the windows. 

Slowly, he sets his teacup down in front of Hope, lips twisting a little. “I think,” he murmurs quietly. “You might benefit from that more than I will.” A hesitation, and then he shifts to sits across from her, reddish-brown eyes searching the features of his favorite student. 

“I know the answer to this question is probably no, but I’m going to ask anyways, in the hopes that you surprise me. Do you wish to talk about it?” She looks exhausted- bruises under her eyes are a marked sign of no sleep- she’s pale, and there’s a lack of focus to those sad blue eyes. 

Ianos raises a hand to rub between his brows, sighing. “You don’t have to, of course. But if you want to, I’ll listen.” He worries for the little Mikaelson. She bears the world on her shoulders enough without the influence of the world around her. Tonight he wonders at how much weight it’s taken, for her to get to this point. 

No child should have to bear the weights she carries, but no one has ever asked Ianos’ opinions on what children should or should not go through, really.

There was something so utterly soothing about watching Hope create, of how she managed to place her thoughts onto a blank canvas in a way she might never be able to with words. Regulus understood that struggle; unfortunately, he lacked her talent and thus most of his thoughts remained trapped within his skull.

Even so, he did not look at the drawing forming beneath her hand, gaze drawn from the page of his book up to her relaxed features. This, too, was a benefit he enjoyed; she always looked calmer within this little room they had created for themselves, uninterrupted by the world. Without thinking, his hand reached out to brush away a strand of hair that had fallen into her face, blocking his sight of her. Gently, not wanting to break her concentration, he tucked it back behind her ear.

/ @cursedbcrn / meme: hair

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜  - @cursedbcrn​

eyes turn on hope sharply, there is remorse rolling off the other. there has been for a while now. ever since humanity returned, she can nearly taste it with how thick it is. vampires did experience stronger emotions she reminds herself. but hope…she’s been like this since madison met her. pale, long fingers fit themselves between the others easily.   “  you don’t mean that, or maybe you do and i’m being selfish. but honestly that sounds morose. i’m glad you didn’t die, who would keep me in check?  “   the last part is more of a tease even in its reality. she had liked the violence in a way that she can’t comprehend, there is no feelings of regret. no remorse for the bodies she had created, no upset for the tribrid’s own. hand is squeezed gently   “  stay in the present. stay with me.  “

❛ Now I’m asking you, for once, trust me. ❜

She didn't understand, how could she? She wasn't a parent, didn't know what it was like to feel your heart beating in the body of another. It's wasn't precisely Hope that he didn't trust, it was the world around her; fear invaded every sense when he thought about all the people and all the things that could harm her, the agonies of countless torments this planet could bring to his child ... To willfully welcome it into herself, putting herself in harms way; he couldn't stand for it. He wouldn't. She was a child. As her father, it was his job to shield her.

❛ It's not you I don't trust, Hope. ❜  His tone was almost weary, but he met her eyes evenly so that she could know he wasn't lying.

hope  mikaelson  (  @cursedbcrn  )  said  to  kaleb  hawkins  ;  ❛ fool me once, i’m gonna kill you. ❜

❝  okay  mikaelson,  calm  down,  ❞  maybe  it  wasn't  the  best  way  to  talk  to  the  tribrid,  but  kaleb  sometimes  felt  like  the  only  one  who  didn't  let  himself  fear  hope  .  .  .  and  it  kind  of  gave  him  a  bit  of  an  advantage,  for  lack  of  a  better  word.  ❝  no  one  is  out  here  trying  to  fool  you,  and  no  one  has  to  resort  to  murder.  you  just  need  to  hear  me  out,  i  promise  not  to  set  off  your  murder  reflex.  ❞

     Smiling  softly,  Jade  rolled  over  so  she  could  look  at  Hope.   Propping  her  chin  up  on  her  hand  resting  on  the  girl’s  stomach.   She  took  a  moment  to  look  at  her  girlfriend’s  face,  her  eyes  taking  every  feature  of  her  face.    “ I  know,  but  you  don’t  have  to.”   She  said  finally,  the  soft  smile  still  on  her  lips.   Her  free  hand  reaching  out  to  take  her  girlfriend’s  hand,  taking  it  to  her  lips  to  place  a  gentle  kiss  against  the  back  of  her   hand.   “ You  already  have  me...  right  here,  I’m  not  going  anywhere.”   never  again.

“ i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you. “ @cursedbcrn​

#    SENTENCE  STARTER  PROMPTS    :    DON’T  AIM  THAT  AT  ME    /    FROM  HOPE  MIKAELSON.    /    @cursedbcrn​​

‘         𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭   𝐚𝐢𝐦   𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?         ’                     it   takes   a   genuine   minute   for   ansel   to   realise   what   she   means.         the   dart   gun   in   his   hand   weighs   next   to   nothing         :         it’s   a   CONFUSING   device   that   he   isn’t   completely   familiar   with,      holding   it   in   his   palm   to   observe   closer.         modern   weaponry   is   LOST   on   a   man   such   as   him.         his   body   might’ve   found   a   way   to   the   present,      but   old   soul      &      mind   remains   where   it   died,      lost   in   a   world   that’s   since   moved   on   a   thousand   plus   years.         he’s   quick   to   act,      however,      when   realisation   hits,         turning   the   gun   away   from   hope’s   direction   before   placing   it   down   on   the   table   in   front   of   him.                     ‘         my   apologies         .   .   .         if   it’s   any   consolation,      i’m   not   entirely   sure   how   to   use   it.         i   doubt   i   could’ve   done   much   DAMAGE.      i   much   prefer   a   sword,      or   an   axe.         something   i   can   swing.         ’

❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜

soft & sweet // @cursedbcrn

“breaking news: hope mikaelson is actually a good person. more at eleven.” udyati chuckles at her small joke. “all jokes aside, though, you are a good person. you’ve stepped up for your classmates time and time again. you are a good person, to whom bad things have happened. you are a good person who made choices. whether those choices were good or bad, i cannot tell you. only you can tell that to yourself. anywhoozies, a bit of an open door, this, but it’s not all black and white. there are shades of gray. and, aside from that, i also like to believe that there’s more good in people than bad. well. most people. there are always exceptions and before you start with me: you are not an exception, hope mikaelson. you are a good person and i will always see the good in you. i will always see that which is there.”