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featuring: Star (and guest starring Laddie!)

Star's eyes widened in alarm, and urgently, she replied, "No, please don't…!"

Laddie paused briefly to glance over at her.

Clearing her throat, Star shook her head and apologized for her outburst.

"I'm… we're not trying to stay here, even if it looks bad," she explained as she weakly crossed her arms over her chest and paced about the trailer. Her curly hair curtained her face, and every step she took, the floor beneath her creaked. Only after a few moments of this gesture, she paused alongside Laddie, and gave the top of his head a gentle pat, before she once again regarded Hayley with dark, somber eyes.

"We're not what we appear to be," she revealed quietly. By now, Laddie was focused on drinking some water to wash down the donuts he ravished. Star made a decision right there and then: to be honest for once, and admit the truth. If Hayley didn't believe her, it wouldn't be the first time, but it was time to stop being afraid.

Motioning to herself and Laddie, Star explained with a straight face, "We're both…"

Hesitation. Yeah, as easy it was to believe she wanted to be honest, but it wasn't every day she told people they were supposed to drink the blood of the living to someone who showed her the first sign of kindness.

Clearing her throat, Star pushed forward. "Laddie and I... we're vampires. Half vampires, that is. We won't be whole until we make our first kills."

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"You might wanna be careful where you step out here. It's a full moon..." Hayley advised; wouldn't be the first time someone went missing in the bayou when her Pack was on the hunt. How she wanted to run with them, but instead she was there, dealing with an intruder. Politely, despite the lunar influence on her temper!

The fae nearly jumps, startled, as black eyes with a ring of gold around their irises ― now widen ― stare upon the female whom, if he had to guess, the rather ominous voice belonged to. Cardan's thankful that his sharp features are hidden behind the gold emboilded velvet cloak otherwise they'd have given away the panic they were unable to mask. He couldn't lie ( literally ); It's not like he doesn't enjoy a little bit of danger ― it's just that he doesn't engorge himself in it like a particular mortal girl who ate it like it was a delicacy. The same girl who got him in this mess to begin with.

Gods, If this is a scheme of Jude's to get rid of him and he's going to die tragically by whatever beasts lay under the full moon, he'll curse her with his dying breath so that his ghost will haunt her till her her very last moments on this earth. Just for spite.

❛ Pardon me, I was told I were to be expected here. ❜ Answers Cardan, willing his voice not to shake, to not betray weakness, even if his tail coiled nervously around his waist, beneath the spider spun silky shirt of his. ❛ In one piece. I trust you have been in communication with my seneschal, Jude Duarte. ❜

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Star was beyond exhausted, her body weighed like lead, her eyes burned, and it was hours before sunset, but she couldn't risk sleep. As exhausted as she was, she had to protect Laddie. The abandoned mobile home proved to be a temporary safe haven. It was covered by overgrown trees, and away from the main roads. Located close to the ocean, and away from the famous Santa Carla Boardwalk, it offered a place for Star to wash away the blood on her hands, arms, and clothes.

Being under the sun and its warmth was brutal, because all she wanted to do was fall asleep, though she struggled valiantly to get rid of any evidence of the blood. She didn't want Laddie to ask questions when he woke from his nap. He shouldn't see that anything was wrong. Naturally, he'd ask why they were away from the others. She'd come up with a story, but she wouldn't tell him what really happened. For now, they'd take things one day at a time now that they were free - somewhat.

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There is something to be said about that New Orleans nightlife. More so to be said about himself in it. Back in the day, before dying, before getting possessed, landing in a time he didn’t belong, before Collingwood and that dreaded Episode 6, he was never one to party much. Only when it was all about networking. About selling something. About pitching and luring and faking and lying. The occasional night out every once in a full moon, sure. To celebrate some very rare occasions. Most of the time though? He’d been somewhat of a recluse. With his head constantly buried in paperwork and e mails and texts or scripts and whatever else he could do on his computer or phone. A much better use of his time. That’s what he’d told everyone back in the day at least, whenever they got on his nerves about being uptight. About not having fun enough.

Well. Here he is now. Without that job. With previous aspirations not worth pursuing anymore. Or at least not yet. Out here, he’s not his old self anymore either. Not Lance Preston anymore. To this world? That guy’s dead. He’s someone, something new. Something to be explored and discovered. And so far, that involves parties. And escapades. Anything involving crowds of people if he’s honest. Anything that feels alive and vibrant. Something where he can go with the flow, be part of something while remaining a complete stranger. An enigma. Isn’t that exciting. When there’s a tap on his shoulder, the excitement only grows. Because no one knows him here and this can’t be a tap that signals recognition. This is the type that ought to signal: I want to get to know you. And the prospect of letting them close without actually letting them. The mask a perfect charade to keep the mystery, the distance up while being only inches apart.

But of course. That whole idea goes right down the drain the second he actually sees her. Even with the masquerade, he knows its her. Hayley. Someone who does know him. The man behind the mask. The name, the story. Just like he knows her. Shit. Even with the mask covering his face, the surprise and subtle shock is noticable. In the end though, the smirk breaks through anyway. Because at least it’s her. Not any of the more...problematic people who could recognize him. Really screw his day up. His left eyebrow rushes upward, and a second later, the smirk grows outright cheeky.

“You? Here? Wow” he greets her, and he’s not sure if it’s mocking, friendly, or genuinely surprised. Probably all of the above. In the end though, he tries for the easy-going, the teasing, the jokester. “Didn’t take you for someone to play dress up.” The costume though? Top notch. And he lets her know with a little whistle, as he takes the full sight of her right in. “Not that I’m complaining though. Nice costume, Marshall.”

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               “If the muddied shoe fits – “ She shrugs, amused. “How odd. The accident, as you call it, seems to happen every time I have them out; I believe every single grimoire of mine bears your mark at this point,” she scolds but there is no true heat to her tone. No firmness. Were it anyone else, she would be peeved; but every time she finds a new spot on the ancient precious pages, she thinks of Hayley with fondness. It’s dangerous territory and Freya should be retreating to safety by now, doing the sane and responsible thing, but for once her resolve is failing her. “I’m starting to wonder if perhaps you are doing it on purpose.” It’s a challenge as much as it is a question if Hayley is leaving her something to remember her by. Werewolves are territorial beasts, after all.

               As if Freya could ever forget her. The hybrid has clawed herself a permanent place in her heart, one that seems to be growing with every passing day.

               She chuckles. “Hayley Marshall, is this simply a ploy to get me to bake you a cake? And here I thought you wanted me to do less of this.” But it does seem to fit her well, and so she nods with appreciation. “Relaxing and torture do seem inseparable when it comes to us. I shall give it a try.” She pauses, head tilting. “If I watch an episode with you now, will you let me continue my oh so important work?”

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Rounding on the costumed character, Hayley's eyes were still ablaze with the fury of what had just gone down. Trying to rein it in quick, the wolf was faster, and a low growl emitted from her in an attempt to scare off the onlooker. "Don't take this the wrong way, but Halloween was yesterday, kid." She grumbled through grit teeth, trying to conceal her fangs as she willed everything back; he wasn't her would-be assailant and she wasn't going to thrash a kid.

A deep breath and some mental counting later, her eyes opened, revealing just another human gaze looking back at the masked kid. Well, she guessed he was a kid; didn't exactly sound like he was fresh into the workforce, but she could be wrong. Immortality threw you off like that from time to time. "Look, he tried to cop a feel, alright? I defended myself, plain and simple." Why she was explaining herself to...Spider-Kid, and how a broken arm constituted self-defense, Hayley wasn't sure, but hey, problem solved, right? "Are you alright?"

"I know that; this isn’t a costume! I mean...okay, it is a costume, but it’s a superhero costume. ‘Cause that’s what I am. A superhero. Or, er, vigilante? Maybe I’m a vigilante. To be honest, I’m not really sure what the difference between those is.” He scratched at his chin in thought for a moment, before shaking his head, shrugging. Clearing his throat, he lowered his voice as much as he could to say: “I’m Spider-Man.”

Miles did his best not to say anything about her glowy-eyes, beyond what he’d already said. Still, they hadn’t escaped his notice---there was more to her than there appeared. “He did?!” Forgetting to put on his “man” voice, he glared at the assaulter, hands on his hips. “Would you like me to do something, ma’am? Web him up? Call the cops?” She shouldn’t have broken his arm, sure---should have left it to the professionals (i.e. him)---but grabbing a lady without her permission was Not Okay. “Me? Yeah, I’m good. Great, even. Thanks, uh, for asking, I guess?”

“if we both stick to the story, they can't prove anything.” Nick’s words are quiet, barely even a mutter, but he knows she’ll be able to hear him. Thank you, werewolf hearing.

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In paying kindness forward, I wanted to take a moment to toss the praise your way, Cathy. From your Elijah, Katherine, Nadia, and Gia we've written over the past year and change and you're an absolute master of your craft. I love your each and every portrayal because of the effort and care you put into each. You're a staple of this community and I'm so happy I get to see you on this blog of mine now! I want to wish you a happy and healthy upcoming new year and look forward to seeing more of you on my dash! ♥️

asdfasdfasdf this is so kind and special and unexpected i'm literally in awe. 🥰 thank you for your lovely words and this marvelous surprise. i hope we will have many future threats and if you're interested in a (new) interaction, let me know ♥ i hope you're going to have a wonderful start to the upcoming new year. may all your wishes and dreams be fulfilled 💕

Oh don't think I'm forgetting you on this positivity run I'm on, Ace. You're a dear friend and writing partner to have met in the past nearly 2 years of being in this fandom and you are part of the reason it's been so easy to stay doing what I do on here. Thank you for being part of making this hobby a fun and beautiful thing for me.

It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway, that each and every muse you touch turns to gold. Actual Hope Mikaelson? You bet. Elijah, perfection and hankies in spades? He's there. Klaus? We're not inflating that ego, but -chef's kiss-

I could go on and on, but you know the spiel. Keep doing what you do. Lots of love going into 2023, don't change, stay on the lovely trajectory you're on!

Don't mind me over here SOBBING about this message. Everything you've said, is just the biggest uno reverse card. Thank you so much for being a part of my little writing community, for gifting me with such wonderful and rich portrayals of some of the most important people in Hope's (and my other muses') life, and I look forward to writing and vibing with you in 2023 and beyond!

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“That one” he replied, pointing at her face with an amused smirk. “The one that’s about to turn me into solid stone.” In a way, Lance got it. He didn’t even want to know how many times he graced people with his infamous resting bitch face. But still, it was a little bit funny and a little bit scary to see that look on her face. Klaus had told him way too much about this woman and what she was capable of. He most certainly didn’t want to end up on the receiving end of that. And that was the thing again. He was the thing again, that made her angry. Klaus. Of course. Who else. Her explanation made him snort.

“An entire morning? Dear god. Now that explains the look. Really, from the bottom of my heart. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” After a short beat of silence, he ended up having to give her a huge, excited grin and leaned in a little closer.

“Now do tell. What’s he done this time, and please outline in great detail how you kicked his ass for it.” Was he a gossiping son of a bitch? Maybe? But how could he not be, given all this family drama happening all around him?

Tina, you're the best, and I truly am grateful for what you sent, because it arrived so spontaneously and unexpectedly that it truly brightened my day more than you can imagine.

That's the kind of power one person can hold. It's practically a superpower, kindness. It's given freely and with no expectations, but I want to reciprocate it as best I can, because I'm so touched to have received what I did.

I always tell you that you're one of the first people that made me feel truly welcome in the TVDU fandom, but that's because it's true. I will never forget that as it resonates so personally, because as I'm sure you know from experience (as most of us do), going into a new RP community for yourself can be such an intimidating experience, so much so that you might give up well before anything takes off.

I truly remember that you were the first to send me something similar to what you sent tonight back then, something so kind, so unexpected, and it was to praise my characterization of Klaus at the time. I was floored that someone I didn't even know yet took notice and took the time to reach out to express that.

That's just who you are: an amazingly selfless individual who goes out of their way to uplift others. Maybe you just sense when they need it; like I said: superpower.

Oh, Freya Supreme btw.

Freyley Always & Forever

You know, the typical stuff that goes without saying.

Ash, I didn’t respond for a long time cause?? I truly do not know what to say man other than thank you and you’re being too kind. I do know how intimidating and sometimes lonely rp can get ( i’ve been in this business for over ten years, after all lol ) so when I do like someone’s portrayal, I try to say so. Cause. Again. Intimidating. Lonely. This has been a Tough Year after a couple of Tough Years. Rpc needs a little more mutual love and support. But also I truly mean what I said because your portrayal is amazing and you also are cool and kind ( as this ask proves, and all the asks i’ve seen you send around ) and I’m very grateful I met you and we’re still writing / talking even when I’m the slowest turtle around.

FREYLEY ALWAYS & FOREVER

Well, this was awkward; it wasn't every day a self-healing immortal couldn't properly set a shoulder again. Trying to poorly conceal the evidence from Keelin's view, the sight became almost comical. "Nothing, just a Pack disagreement..." Some still thought they can walk all over Hayley because she'd been away all those years, or because she didn't grow up with them; that's not even touching on the Mikaelsons... A hiss escaped her as once again her shoulder was healing incorrectly. "Just another Tuesday, y'know? Seriously, don't worry about me, I'll be fine." / @adeathsentence​

         For a bunch of rapidly-healing, immortal creatures, they were also a bunch of big babies. Who needed to care about how the body worked if a broken neck healed in thirty seconds? But she bit her tongue as she stepped behind Hayley, a hand gently placed on her back in warning before she moved them into the proper position. She could feel the tendons trying to heal improperly and grimaced, and she decided just to go for it with a swift motion. She felt the shoulder roll back into place and grimaced in sympathy. “Yeah, well Freya has been giving me lectures on the importance of family and both of us somehow ended up here,” she said with a wry grin. “Pack disagreement, huh? Want to talk about it? With someone who gets it but also not in the Pack?” Keelin’s relationship with her wolf was tenuous at best, and she was sure that many disagree with her decision to suppress her wolf gene, but she had still grown up around and among wolves and was no stranger to the politics of it all.

♡   twitter finds  -  vol. 2 @adeathsentence​ said: "I am not a stranger to the dark." - for the Doctor

"Be that as it may, I, for one, am unable to see in the dark. Luckily for the both of us, my screwdriver also functions as a torch!”

Icons Only - Hayley surprises Nick with a terribly made dinner. From the heart.

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HAYLEY MARSHALL (@adeathsentence) sent [ GRAVE ]:     after going their separate ways, the receiver learns that the sender has died. upon travelling to their graveside, how do they respond to this tragedy?

It was a miracle that Hope didn't cause a twelve-car pileup on the interstate on their drive back to New Orleans. Probably due to the multiple calming spells that Freya cast over her but it only left Hope in a half-numb, agonized state. She stared blankly out of the passenger window, only minutely paying attention to anything her aunt said.

Her mind's eye replayed the conversation in her dorm room, the way her heart had been racing as soon as she bolted back into consciousness, only to stop when she saw the look on Freya's face. The dried tears that told her everything she needed to know.

As they pulled into the garage of the compound that was supposed to have been her home, Hope sprinted up to her bedroom and the entire building trembled down to its foundation as she slammed the door. The silence was overwhelming and her chest felt like it was about to cave in. Everywhere Hope looked had pieces of Hayley strewn about, right down to the way that traces of her shampoo still lingered in the corners. The guilt was unending, and she screamed and screamed until Freya burst through the door with a sleeping spell on her lips and then there was only merciful darkness.

The next few days were more or less the same, and by the time she was trudging through the bayou for her final goodbye, Hope felt like she'd been scraped raw and laid over a bed of coals. A hush fell over the crowd as they walked up, Crescents stepping back to give her a wide berth as she walked to the dock. The sun was in its final descent past the horizon, torches were already lit to light up the clearing, and Hope looked around at the crowd of people, not just wolves, but vampires and witches too. Those who loved Hayley and everything she stood for, and Hope was breathless as she once more realized the enormity of her loss.

Their loss.

The boat that they fashioned for Hayley was beautiful, covered with flowers and herbs that are almost enough to cover the brutal way she died. And while Hope knew that it was Pack tradition, her heart caught in her throat when the boat was set ablaze for Hayley's final journey down the river.

Tears clouded her vision and Hope's voice broke as she watched the boat float away, and she didn't know how she would ever feel whole again. There was rage, grief, terror, and so many other things that she didn't know how to process without her mother, and the only thing that stopped yet another meltdown was feeling a warm hand surround her own. And though the comfort was all too brief, it was enough to ground Hope and she finally knew what had to be done.

She had to take back the Hollow.