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Ask my muse questions about their past

rp-meme-glaceon: Get specific! Ask about the home life, their experiences, incidents that have affected them, etc!

There are a few things I am certain. i have a lot of muse right now for angsty things i’m slowly quickly getting tired now that it’s nearly 2:30am i should not be allowed to drink coffee after 3pm. (I had some with dinner around 6pm) this has been a message from yours truly. Goodnight

miraculousxmortals: heart-on-her-sleeve: “Yeah, I heard about Peter. He’s kind of scary, don’t you think?” Tom shrugged. “I think I might just stay away from those two, yeah?” He got up from where he was sitting, still leaning heavily against the wall. “I should, uh, probably go back to work,” Tom said, clearing his throat after his voiceContinue reading

miraculousxmortals: heart-on-her-sleeve: miraculousxmortals: It had been a few days since Amelia had been taken to the hospital, by her brother. She had bruises all over her body and it hurt like hell. Oliver wanted to go with their father, help him with the company but their mother had made sure, she would go so heContinue reading

infinitylegacy: Sam smiled at Elena and she said to her.”I would like that. Whenever you want to show me is completely fine with me.” she told her. “Yeah, for sure!” Elena put a few bills under her glass, enough to cover her drinks plus a tip for Matt. “Let’s start at town hall. It’s much closerContinue reading

infinitylegacy: “Not against day drinking at all.” Sam said.”I learned from my twin brother that its always a good time to have a drink especially with family.” She spoke. “Drinking with family, drinking by myself…It’s usually the same for me,” Stefan sighed, pouring himself a double before running the woman’s word through his head again. “YouContinue reading

dailymysticfalls: Paul Wesley photographed by James Lee Wall for Il Faut Magazine Source: dailymysticfalls

“I’m a lonely guy, what can I say?” Alex shrugged his shoulders, a small, hardly apologetic smile gracing his face. He pulled a silver flask from his pocket and took a long pull from it before offering it to the other. “Want some?”

“Oh, I am. Trust me,” Ray drawled, leading them back to the car. “Truffle pasta? Damn straight! You know I love it just as much as you do.”