
“What’s a king without a little terror in his crown?” #Satan #Smoothy | Heirs: @BirthedALegend
New Orleans, LA
Joined February 2017
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"They call me a monster, a devil draped in charm. But the truth is far crueler. I am salvation wrapped in damnation, the devil in disguise, and every soul that crosses me learns the difference far too late."
My name? I have many names and many forms, take your pick, Love.
Klaus Mikaelson retweeted
Basic Stats:
Name:Dinah Day
Age: 28
Birthplace: Slavutych, Ukraine (moved to America at the age of 7)
Occupation: Bartender/Mixologist at Rousseau's
Residence: An apartment above the bar
Height & Body: 5'3" & Petite (she's a smol bean)
Parents: Deceased
Siblings: 0
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Stefan Salvatore
- To be the villain you have to be the better villain
- Brother to Damon
- SL’s RP and Banter
-Ships Chem
- Crossover and OC Friendly
- #Rascal
“Please help a Salvatore brother out and RT?
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Replying to @SatanHasFangs
I narrowed my eyes.
"A favor? Was his wife a favor too, asshole amd honestly. Married sounded like one hell of an upgrade from homicidal maniac. From where I'm sitting, I've upgraded. Well had. Til you murdered him. How majorly fucked up does one have to be to
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Replying to @PsychicLure @SatanHasFangs
His 'father' or at least who i told him was his father, had died years ago before he was born. And I mean not a total lie. I had heard of Klaus's death somr time ago which kinda made the lie a truth but hey let's not get technical here. The man was dead. Life was a party. Or at
Starter for @AmplifiedBarbie :
Marvelous,
Glorious,
Blood... 🩸
I already had the poor unfortunate sod slung across my shoulder when I left the alley behind Rousseau’. It was still warm, and heavy as original sin, and now drip, drip, dripping in slow, deliberate beads that
The iron railing gleams slick beneath my palm where I’ve trailed wet fingers. I pause on the landing, admire the glistening trail of wet roses I’ve painted on the steps behind me, and rap the door.
The door is wrenched open and as Caroline materializes, I let the corpse roll
might become something more. She sees the light in this city, the grand hotels, the laughter spilling from speakeasies. I see something else.
I see an empire she spoke of waiting to be born. If the mortals are foolish enough to outlaw their own pleasures, then I shall be the







