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[text] Dude, you were hugging an old man with a beard screaming Dumbledore you’re alive!

It was freezing outside, and even the shelter of the airport couldn’t seem to provide enough warmth to keep Emma from wrapping up tighter in her sweater. Her hat was pulled down to keep her ears warm and her knees were pulled up against her chest, heels resting on the edge of the uncomfortable airport seat. There were people all around them, most bundled, but some seemed to be shedding layers as the crowds gathered around the gate desk.

An employee for the airline picked up the mic for the intercom. “Attention Delta passengers for Flight 615. Unfortunately there has been a delay due to the storm outside. It is impossible for any flights to depart with visibility so low. There will be cots provided for sleeping, or you may wish to stay at any one of the several surrounding hotels. You have our sincerest apologies for the delay. And we will notify you all by your preferred method -- email or text messages -- as to when you can expect the next flight out. Thank you.”

People converged on her instantly. Emma, however, only tucked herself in tighter, unfolding long enough to check her phone when it chimed. “Forty-eight hours?” That was how long this storm was expected to last. That would put her flying on Christmas Eve.

“Maybe then Eli will be too distracted by events to ask me why I didn’t bring someone home to meet him,” she muttered to herself, glancing at the man next to her. He had a kind face. Dark, warm eyes. He hadn’t spoken to anybody since being seated fifteen minutes ago. Surely he was alone.

“Looks like we’re stuck here for a couple days at least. Uh... Do you... You don’t know me, I know. But maybe having a friend would make this less unbearable? Dinner’s on me?”

We talked about this largely crack verse where these two taunt each other with no shirts on a million years ago. I hope you’re still up for it. @lostkingofthequarter

ALWAYS AND FOREVER.

That was supposed to be the motto for the Mikaelson family. But Kol had never much felt like those words applied to him. After all, Klaus would sooner dagger him than wrap him up in a hug, or, even more, trust him with a secret. And lately it seemed as if Nik was too absorbed within his own schemes to recognize that Kol was getting RESTLESS. He was being left out. And Klaus was out of control. This town would burn if he kept up his latest antics.

So, at the insistence of Josh, who Kol only trusted because of Davina, Kol made his way to visit the most recent of the Mikaelson family’s SWORN ENEMIES.

Being over a thousand years old, Kol didn’t much see the point in knocking any longer. Especially after he’d already been around town, stopping by Rousseau’s and the old church in search of the super original. Or whatever the bloody hell Marcel preferred to be called these days.

He wandered in with an expression of the most carefree creature on the planet, but stopped in his tracks at seeing Marcel standing at the bar in his apartment, SHIRTLESS, muscles taught.

Thread history with lostkingofthequarter -- moving this over here!  I’ll grab your response and draft it here when you post it!  <3

Louisiana Bayou | Hot Summer Day

It wasn’t often that Marcel went down to the swamps. The rural areas of the backwater bayous were werewolf territory, even with the spots that were inhibited by more natural magic witches. With magic not allowed to be practiced in the Quarter, NOLA witches had moved into the Tremé and the outskirts, some even seeking the solitude of the swamps. While most of the magic users he knew had ties to the ancestral magic of New Orleans, there were others that drew their power in a different fashion, and it was just this kind that Marcel was looking to deal in.

He had a death problem, and needed some help to figure out a solution.

Quarter witch magic, while powerful, still had limitations. Marcel was seeking a case of resurgence, and there was one witch in all of New Orleans that had more talent in the art than the rest of them put together: Misty Day.

He’d never spoken to the woman directly, the vampire rarely ventured far outside of New Orleans. The surrounding areas outside the city proper were rooted in deep folk magic, and being a spirit of NOLA himself, Marcel was careful to respect that. The man was a little bit superstitious when it came down to it.

As Marcel walked down the rickety path, he spied a flash of blonde hair. ❝Is that the lovely Miss Day I have the pleasure of seeing? Or can you point me her way if not?❞

Misty didn’t like being alone.  She loved the swamp – probably more than anything else, actually, seeing as she owed her life to the mud – and she loved her garden and she loved her rickety little cabin with all its leaks and creaks.  But she hated being alone.  And as much as she hated to admit it, Stevie’s tunes weren’t enough to keep her company.

She preferred being alone, though, to the only available alternative.  She craved belonging, just being around other people who understood her.  Witches and the like, who wouldn’t literally burn her at the stake when they found out what she was.  She wished she could find other people like her, or at least people who wouldn’t hate her.

But even if there were other people out there like that, magic was forbidden within the city of New Orleans.  No one would tell her enough to know exactly why, but a tip from some stuck-up elitist woman had saved her from whatever the consequences were.  Leaving New Orleans would mean leaving the bayou, and well… she loved the swamp more than she hated being alone.

She could hear the song drifting from her boombox all the way out in her garden, and she hummed along with it until the next verse began.  “Wait a minute, baby…  Stay with me a while,” she sang along, slow and easy as she inspected the sprouting basil.  “Said you’d give me light, but you never–”

A voice interrupted her, and she startled so violently that she nearly ripped the baby herb out of the soil.  Her blonde curls flew as she spun around, her eyes landing on a stranger as he approached on the barely-beaten path to her little home.

Okay, I’m going to do this a little differently. Here’s some positivity to not just make me happy but others too.

@brokcnstories - This woman has literally become the one I just, we clicked. Literally clicked. Both of us had the same problem with finding a Camlijah ship. We weren’t looking automatically for a ship, but if it developed we wanted to do it! But honestly, things never seemed to have worked out on my side nor hers. And then these two just, okay, Cami attacked Elijah and nearly strangled him, then came the regret, tears, and somehow this lead to them just bonding and falling in love. AND THEY JUST CLICKED AND NOW THEY WON’T STOP! But besides IC things, OOC this woman is an angel, I absolutely adore just giving her hi and seeing how she’s doing. She has a kid and I have kids, we are both moms, we totally get each other. She’s become one of my closest friends on Tumblr.

@wiickedmagic - This lady, and her OC. Oh, I adore Jaz. She’s one of my first OCs I played with on Tumblr and I can’t tell you how much fun its been exploring her character. Cami has learned so much about her, and at some point, our shipping went from platonic friends to suddenly lovers. It was very random and just happened, and honestly, I haven’t looked back. Jaz is awesome, and though I haven’t kept up to date with her cause she’s been so busy, she’s still an amazing friend and everyone should meet her.

@originallymikaelson - Zoe is my sister. Seriously, we have bonded some much and she knows that no matter what she can come to me. You guys don’t understand how badly I want to buy a plane ticket and go meet her. I’ve stayed up hours on end to make sure she is okay and that’s all I want. She is an amazing writer as well and she is something I want to be happy. She’s an amazing writing, and someone you should definitely follow, whether on that one or @traiinedassassiin

@anditsxsorrows - My first follower ever, the first person to ever roleplay with, and the first person to make friends with on Tumblr. I don’t know what I would do without Fish. If Fish hadn’t been so welcoming, so sweet and caring, I’m not sure if I would still be on Tumblr. I am as nervous as a mouse around a cat, so I’m just a nervous wreck and was worried about even asking for a roleplay and she was far too excited about it. And our Ship, our Klamille babies, ugh! I love it, and Fish is just so easy going and took all my plots I threw at her and just, I love Fish. She’s an amazing person and an amazing writer.

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Anyone who knows Hope would probably say her favorite food is ice cream (of any flavor, really). And it’s true, she loves her ice cream, always needing the freezer stocked with it. What few people know is that Hope is also a huge fan of spicy food. She has a remarkably high tolerance for all things spicy, and loves to set her mouth on fire.