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// ummmm excuse me?!?!?!?!! i mean that'd be pretty cool but we are sooooooooooooo..

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART ONE) accepting

“I don’t think you deserve the luxury of forgetting whatever it is you want to forget.” Finnick tilted his chin up as he regarded him, pure dislike flashing behind his eyes.

From the very start, Finncik didnt like Cove. He was young two years younger than him and remembers the other's Games very clearly. It was always known that the Captiol fluffs up the Games, stretches the truth on what happens, but they didn't fully make up the way Cove had killed the people in his Games.

And besides that, Cove was a shitty mentor. Provided no real training, no warning, or insight on what would happen during the Games or after if he were to win. Finnick had gone in blind, forced to learn by himself with cameras in his face and blood on his hands.

The faintest trace of a smile touched his mouth, though there was nothing kind in it. “I hope your nightmares haunt you forever.”

Remember, you asked lol. And also, reminder that this boy is the subbiest sub to ever exist stg. Not a dom bone in his body.

Trick Kennedy - Kinks

Knifeplay / blood play

Heavy in the Pred / prey dynamic

Building on to that, kidnapping roleplay (i dont know what to call that lol) or not roleplay

Is in fact a masochist

Manhandle him please (he might try to bite at first but he'll get used to itz)

Bondage

Somnophilia

Breeding kink

Overstim

Edging

Slight bit of a daddy kink

Cockwarming

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no Favorite thing about them:  The way you hit Elena with a shovel. Least favorite thing about them: The fact that you run your mouth too much.

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Fish did not move away when Malachai grabbed her chin, trapping her between his index finger and his thumb. She followed the motion willingly, her eyes even bluer under the neon lights. Fish was not an FBI agent here, in the thick heat of the Castor & Pollux club. In fact, she had not been an agent in a long time. She was Siren, now. Dancer -Malachai's favourite.

And tonight, he seemed very excited.

She had heard the rumors -everyone at the club had heard of them. The coup of the century, they called it, to forget how terrifying it was. A bloodbath. And as sole survivor and winner, the man holding her face in his hand.

Nora had always hated witches. It wasn’t just a petty grudge, it was carved into her the day Salem turned on her. She hadn’t been one of them, not even close. No spells, no covens, no power humming under her skin. Just a girl who ran when fear burned too hot. But when a few arrogant witches flaunted their craft too openly, too recklessly, the town turned on everyone. Salem caught fire with hysteria, and she was the spark that got snuffed out.

Drowned like an animal in water she could still feel it clawing at her lungs when she showers.

But that was the beginning. And from then on, she swore the witches owed her something. A life stolen. A chance stolen. They didn’t get to walk around free, practicing their little games, while she carried the weight of their sins.

Which was exactly why, of course, she nearly choked on her own annoyance when she spotted him. Kai Parker. In mystic falls of all places. The one town she thought she could duck into without running headfirst into another reminder of why witches made her blood boil. He strolled like the streets belonged to him, like the world was some playground built just to entertain him

Nora slipped into the shadows, following at a distance, her heels clicking softly against the uneven pavement . She wasn’t even sure what she wanted from him. answers? A fight? Maybe just the satisfaction of making a witch uncomfortable. Her gaze caught on a loose rock along the edge of the sidewalk.

She crouched, fingers curling around it, the rough weight steady in her palm. And then her voice cut through the noise of the street, sharp and dripping with mockery.