OUT. || I have officially archived. I know I’ve been inactive for the better part of like 2 years at this point, but it’s official now! Honestly, the wider TVDU rpc stressed me out. I’ve moved Kol to a brand-new account for low-key plotting. XO

OUT. || This blog is FULLY inactive but everyone please praise my psychic abilities for having called that Nate was a full trashcan human like YEARS ago and now he’s pulling this shit 😎😃✌

Anyway if there are any Kol RPers still out there, just use Charlie, he’s perfect. 

OUT. || Do you ever think about the fact that Steven R McQueen was 21 when he was playing a 14 year old and throw up in your mouth a little? 

OUT. || When the hell was someone going to tell me that tumblr added a mututal checker or were you all going to make me figure that out on my own???

MUNDAY. || haven’t seen my face in a while, have ya?

( @yourestaring​ ) « starter call

                      SUFFERING AT HIS family’s ball — a trap so clear that no one had even bothered with any guise about it — had not been his idea. At all. If Kol had had his way, as soon as the dagger had been lifted out of his chest, he’d have left Mystic Falls ( fucking Virginia; he hated Virginia ) and wouldn’t have looked back. But his presence had been assumed and demanded, a suit being laid out for him when the tailor came to visit, and so he stood, in a sea of people, watching as his siblings circled the place like sharks. 

                      Christ. They really didn’t bother with pretense, did they? 

He’d taken a glass of champagne off of the tray when he’d seen the younger of the Salvatore brothers, and, seeing as he’d nothing better to do, traipsed over. He slid into the spot right next to Stefan with a practiced ease; his limbs were a thousand years old and he knew them better than any gymnast, any master at movement ever could. He stared out over his champagne flute at the crowd. 

“Haven’t beaten a hasty retreat yet? I’m impressed. I’m sure you’ve noticed that my siblings look a single papercut away from a feeding frenzy.” Dark eyes glanced at Stefan from over the glass. “If you really want to make Esther and my siblings angry, I wouldn’t mind. They’ll kill you, of course, but it’d be fun to watch you put up a fight instead of crawling into their den like this, belly up.” 

STARTER CALL. || This is going to be an unfortunately very selective starter call, and I’m really sorry about it! I’ve taken like 2 months off of Kol because of Reggie and I need to work my way back into his voice. So capped and selective again so so so so sorry 

OUT. || I said I’d be here after work, and look at me! Keeping my word!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ