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There's something comforting when she takes a deep breath, taking in Hope's scent and everything she is, and the pulsing need to feed, sink sharp fangs into the porcelain skin of her girlfriend all but gone, that has Jade closing her eyes in complete contentment. A silly grin growing on her lips, pressed against the pale skin. "Wanna steal me away Mikaelson?." Her voice is but a light sound, teasing as she snuggles just a bit closer, before she presses a light kiss against her girlfriend's neck. "It sounds amazing... like, best idea you've ever had, I'm sure of it." Even though she knows it's very unlikely that it'll happen soon, with every eye on this city placed firmly on Hope. "I don't think your aunt will be very happy though, with you leaving so soon after coming back"
All the while she was on her self-imposed exile, not a day passed that she didn't think about @vrake. The vampire understood why Hope needed the space, even without the people she drew her strength from, even when it hurt them both. When she finally returns to Jade's side, Hope feels like she's actually someone worthy of sharing a life with her. Returning to the public eye also means taking on her family's name and all that encompasses. More than before, people are watching her, waiting to see what kind of life she plans to lead. She wishes they would all leave her alone. She curls the fingers of one hand into Jade's hair, keeping her tucked close as she lets herself enjoy this moment between them. "I missed you too." Especially after being away for so long, Hope hates when she has to spend any moment longer than necessary away from Jade. "We need a vacation. Somewhere far away where no one can bother us."
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Alice shrugs, unbothered by Hope's obvious lack of amusement. She lived with Edward for close to a hundred years, she could deal with a serious face. And even if she doesn't say it, the lack of clarity on this vision unsettles her too. She doesn't recognize that man from her past... she's not even sure she should be seeing him, but there's a clear connection between him and this place and she doesn't like the viciousness in his eyes. "Sharing everything I know Hope, you know that already." Except the fact the man clearly knows @nexusvcrti... or at least of her. She shrugs again, nodding slowly. "Of course... His intentions... they're very set, never wavering. I've never seen someone so determined and focused on a single choice before."
The grin that grows on her lips is as playful as her entire demeanor has been just a second ago. There was something about Hope that made teasing her all the more exciting. And Alice leans forward, with a hand on her chin and a hum leaving her lips. "I don't know... you don't look very five year oldsy to me." And she lets the words hang loose for a moment, before a heavy sigh breaks through, all playfulness gone from her voice. "I don't know... it's... I can't see anything clear, I see flashes. Of a man, I don't know who it is, but he seems angry... he's looking for something, and I think..." She pauses, looking down, it always gave her a bad, sinking feeling, when the other's name would come out of that man's mouth ---like it carried nothing but hatred. "I think he wants to come here?." She hadn't seen his face on a vision for a while, since that one strange, clouded vision had come to her, unclear as this one.
Hope scrunches up her face in a mock laugh as @vrake teases her and she rethinks her decision to take away Alice's mouth. It's not exactly like she's saying anything useful. An angry man, looking for something at her family's home. That narrows it down to quite literally anyone her family has pissed off in the thousand years they've existed, not to mention that there were at least five of them who had been a menace at one point or another. "Anything else you can share with the class? Was he holding anything? Saying anything?" She should know by now that Alice's visions are rarely clear in the way she wishes they would be but it doesn't stop her irritation about it growing. Enemies would always be coming after her, but it threw less of a wrench in her plans if she could see them coming. "You'll tell me if you have another vision about him?"
#nexusvcrti#Alice Cullen . writings#Alice Cullen . &Hope Mikaelson/nexusvcrti#ofc im back here#and ofc it's for arrow
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hii, me again... i really wanna be here, there's been just so much happening that my motivation (and energy) has been pretty low. but i'm hoping to have the time tomorrow ;-; i love y'all
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hi i am alive
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She was still not used to it. Being in the presence of him, feeling just a fraction of his power, as his magic cackled in the air. And she wondered, not for the first time, if she had made the right choice joining him. But Maria has always been dutiful, and her sense of justice had been impulsing her forward most of her life.
She had set to do whatever was necessary for the greater good. And the mark on her arm, now more alive than ever, was enough reminder of it. But as she walked out of Dumbledore's office, her rushed report before she was to go back to his side, given stiffly. She felt the dread settling in again.
The descent from the stairs felt long, but pleasantly quiet as she tried to center herself. Swallow all the ideas and principles she'd have to push back the moment she was back at the mansion, back under his orders. And it was only her exhaustion added to her years of experience that kept her from jumping at the wand pointing at her the moment she walked into the hallway.
Raising an eyebrow, she casted her eyes down to the wand and up to the boy looking at her. She knew who he was, of course. He had been there too, appearing out of nowhere with a creature as large as a mountain. Him, but different. So different. She hummed.
"And so were you... the unplanned addition to the board." Maria stated calmly, even if she could feel the same amount of power vibrating in the air. "Voldemort's been going mad, searching for you... he's under the impression that your rightful place, is by his side." Though she suspected it had more to do with the addition of dragon fire at his disposal. "I am not your enemy, kid."
his talks with albus dumbledore were frequent ⸻ they tended to drag on, as well. the elder asked rhaegar of his own world / his role in it; his abilities / nagini's abilities. a possible connection between him & the dark lord. how the heir despised every second spent in the headmaster's office. all the more greatful he was when a distraction walked through the door.
dumbledore sent gaunt his way, but not before a quick glances were exchanged. and nagini cried out. though rhaegar remained calm outwardly, a tempest raged within his mind. it was not her looks —– but her scent. one could not fool a dragon's nose —– she was at the graveyard.
moony as he might —– foolish as he might appear, rhaegar waited for the witch to exit the office. where no student was found at this late hour. his emerald wand —– quite the extraordinary appearance of a wand —– drawn as she rounds the corner. ❝ you were there. at the graveyard —– with v. . . —– ❞
❝ —– with him. ❞
@vrake plotted. for maria.
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sexual tension prompts.
i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!
[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.
[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)
[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.
[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.
[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.
[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.
[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.
[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.
[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.
[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.
[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.
[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.
[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.
[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.
[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.
[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.
[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.
[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.
[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.
[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.
[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.
[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.
[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.
[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.
[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.
[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.
[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.
[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.
[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.
[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.
[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.
[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?
[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.
[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.
[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.
[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.
[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.
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The stench of death permeates the air, a wondrous mix of lingering fear and the scent of blood he had spilled with an ease and the delicate precision of an artist. They had meant nothing against his power, a mere proof of his greatness and how ill prepared the world was to face him. And as he feels her by his side, he revels in the knowledge that no one would ever be as mighty.
"They would be fools not to, but I suppose, some still are." and his fingers tighten just a fraction around his wand, the thought of Albus Dumbledore making his blood boil in rage, his magic simmering inside him as he hums. Lets his eyes wander apathetically around the room. "Feast, my dear, but do leave some to be found... I want them to speak of this and see just a fraction of my power so they'll know to come to me... or live long enough to regret not doing so ."
@vrake SENT AN OWL.
❛ They will fear what else we might be capable of. ❜ - Tom | prompt.
serpentine queen glides over marble floor ⸻ past corpse after corpse left in the wake of lord voldemort's rising. nagini minded not the screams of agony && horror that followed the dark lord like a shadow; but it is the satisfying silence after his work is done she loves the most. nagini did not keep her master waiting for long. never has / never would. the great beast joins his side.
her great head lifts, ruby eyes so apathetic —– a guise for her earnest. she so loved her lord. ❝ i believe some already do. ❞ && fear spread like a disease —– the sacred twenty eight families would bow to their new master. even the likes of albus dumbledore would crumble beneath the might of lord voldemort —– nagini had no doubts. emerald snout presses gently against the dark lord's side. ❝ do you wish these bodies to be found —– ? or may i feast —– ? ❞
#⚜️ Tom Marvolo Riddle | Lord Voldemort#⚜️ Tom Marvolo Riddle | Lord Voldemort [ writings ]#⚜️ Nagini [ rhaegore ]
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The gentle hiss of her voice is a comfort, a caress against his inhumanly pale skin that he had missed deeply. The years lost, as his former... shape... lied rotting away waiting for the chance to return weight deeply on his mind and soul. Brought forth a grief he could only associate with the loss of her. Sharing her body, unable to feel her.
Now... now they were reunited once more, and he could feel her like she was his flesh, for she was. And he could feel her strength as his own, the power of the venom she so graciously gifted him mixing with his magic in a way that has his comfortably in this new body like never before. He felt whole. The warmth of her body, wrapping so protectively around him a luxury he revels in.
"They do, my dear, they do... I can give them that much, they know of my power now more than ever." and the boy at his side would ensure a victory he had already foreseen for himself. The magical world rebuilt in a way he could only think of as beautiful.
His fingers move, slide with a tenderness no one would dare associate with him, across her scales, soft against his touch. And the press of her against her chest have him smiling, a twisted expression that resembles contentment. "We will be greater still, my dear... we will be back where we belong. High above all... and whoever has betrayed us, shall pay with a fate worse than death itself."
he feels her doubts ⸻ nagini knows that he knows. && that he thinks no less of her for it, for this the serpentine would be greateful forevermore. nagini would continue to do what others fail —– offering the dark lord her venom & ever greedy maw at his convenience. as would the dragon do —– with her unrivalled flame & her flight like a storm.
serpentine queen travels up the back of his chair —– the rest of her body, most of her body, curls up at it's base; once. . . twice. . . thrice. . . nagini hisses comfortably at his touch —– a grotesque parody of a purring cat. && again she felt his joy as if it was her own. he was right of course, no one —– not even lord voldemort —– could have forseen the boy's arrival, much less in the company of a dragon, so she heard the death eaters mumble, believed to have gone extinct a good century ago. ❝ after their failings in the recent decade. . . they ought to fear you above all else —– more than death itself. ❞
there is a hint of rage within the serpent's velvet hisses —– months && years spent in albania, sharing her, unfortunately unable to perform magic, body with him. if just one —– JUST ONE —– had gathered the courage to seek their lord. . . it could have been over in mere weeks. emerald scaled snout gently pressed against his chest —– a serpentine kiss.
#⚜️ Tom Marvolo Riddle | Lord Voldemort#⚜️ Tom Marvolo Riddle | Lord Voldemort [ writings ]#⚜️ Nagini [ rhaegore ]
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Melanie Laurent by Roe Ethridge for i-D Spring 2010
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There was nothing about this that felt right. And she wondered, not for the first time, why she had agreed to do this. Why had she believed herself to be capable of deceiving what was considered one, if not the one, greatest wizards of all times. But Dumbledore's words sound loudly in her mind, and the soft tone is such a contrast from the harsh yelling from her father that Maria chooses to focus on it. Let's the light timbre clear some of her nerves as she approaches the room he's in. The man at her side looks pleased, almost proud, of taking to his master another one ready to follow. And she hopes she can play the part, Maria's a good liar, growing in Slytherin, but she's also stupidly blunt sometimes.
The hairs at the back of her neck raise as shivers run down her body at the sight of him. And she can understand why Dumbledore is so concerned. She can feel the thick ropes of his magic, and knows it's nothing compared to the reality of it. Lord Voldemort is an imposing figure, and she swallows deep as she stares before lowering her eyes to the ground. Jaw tense before she speaks. "My Lord... I --I have come her to offer my service... and my loyalty, if you'd take me." and the words feel wrong in her mouth.
Everything feels like going against everything she's sworn to fight for, like going against herself. And she needs to remind herself it is for a reason, a greater good, as Dumbledore had told her. A sacrifice to make so that they could win to see another day. She doesn't stop to think if her blood status would be an issue. If Lord Voldemort would look at her and know, and feel nothing but disgust. She sets her jaw once more. "I would like to join your cause."
plotted starter for @rhaegore for Tom
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Slytherin House + Worst Traits
I’m not interested in preserving the status quo; I want to overthrow it
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i know i'm not what you expected. (rhaegar for daenerys.) | @rhaegore
There's a smile playing on her lips, small and melancholic. Perhaps he wasn't, she muses... but she wasn't exactly sure what she had expected either. She knows what she's been working for, what she's been aiming at. What she needs to do to get it... and what she should expect regarding that. But him?... another Targaryen, a brother... a threat to her crown... and the help she needed to get it. A valuable asset, perhaps... and a friend. She hasn't had many of those growing up, and the shadow of Viserys had loomed over her so large that she hadn't allowed many people close enough for it. Besides Missandei, not many had managed to grow on her enough for her to trust them deeply. But as she looks back into eyes that don't resemble her own eyes' color, but do reflect the fire in them... Daenerys thinks he might. "No, you aren't... but I find myself relieved that you are what I got." She sets her eyes back to the painted table, the whole of Westeros before her eyes. "I told my advisors once that I was going to break the wheel, end the cycle all of our families started... I am starting with you, our family started to fall the moment they turned against each other,to feel threatened by each other... but I find myself glad instead, to have you."
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you sure don’t make it easy to follow you. | @asiphon
He should've known she'd follow. Even when he asked her not to (maybe because he asked her not to)... and it doesn't surprise him, really, that he had been unable to lose her. Harry's never been the most stealthy of all, and more often than not he had been caught by one or the other. And Josie... she seemed to have a talent to know exactly what he'd do. Still, despite her comforting presence, and the warmth he always feels rushing through him whenever she's near, Harry wishes she hadn't followed this time. "Maybe because I didn't want to be followed." he sounds as tired as he feels. And this is one goodbye he had expected not to have. But then... he owed it to her, and he turns with a light smile on his lips and resignation in his eyes. "You shouldn't be here... you should be up there with the others." He has time, he knows... Voldemort had been clear with his message, loud in his ears and everyone else's, but the stillness that could be felt in the castle grated on his nerves. He had time for this, and nothing else. "I... I have to do this Jo, it's the only way."
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They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.
They say were buried far,
Just like a distant star
I simply cannot hold.
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♞ — [sender] and [receiver] watch silly hallmark holiday movies - hermione & fleur | @silencedrage
She hadn't understood, what was different about these holiday --whatever Hermione had called them-- movies from the ones they've been watching already. Hermione had taken her lack of knowledge on the subject with grace and Fleur had grown to love each moment they spent together watching whatever Hermione had picked for them (even if some were not to her taste). But as she snuggled in closer to the bright witch, basking in the warmth of the brunette sipping into her body, with the light sound of the movie in the background, Fleur thinks she might understand.
Even if she had no real idea of what was happening in screen, she found this movie, unlike some they have watched before, was not too heavy on the story, and she could let her mind wander to the wonder that was being so close to the other. Ice blue eyes fell momentarily on her fingers, tracing silly patterns where they rested on Hermione's arm, a feeling of contentment warming her insides. And she looked back up to the screen before letting her eyes drift to the brunette's face. "Are there many movies about Noël? ---" She moved her other hand up, poking the other in the nose lightly. "What was it you called this? ---Something about a mark... it is not a real mark, non?... are they all this happy? Can we have a grand christmas tree? J'en veux un."
#⚜️ Fleur Delacour#⚜️ Fleur Delacour [ writings ]#⚜️ Hermione Granger [ silencedrage ]#apparently fleur's a talker watching movies
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