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( josh hartnett, cismale, pansexual, he/him ) rome welcomes WILHELM ULRIK, an ORIGINAL WEREWOLF. they are 41/3000+ years old and have been in the city for FOUR MONTHS. they are known to be DAUNTLESS + BRAZEN, which makes sense because they’re LOST about the marriages. i heard they’re betrothed to ANY MALE FC and to ANY FC - an UTP and an UTP.

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FULL NAME: wilhelm ulrik

NICKNAMES: will, william

AGE: 41 / 3000+

DATE OF BIRTH: cannot recall. around 1200 BCE

DATE OF REBIRTH: cannot recall. 

PLACE OF BIRTH: around northern modern-day germany, southern modern-day denmark

NATIONALITY: saxon / early germanic tribe

RELIGIOUS VIEWS: undecided

EDUCATION LEVEL: the equivalent of a masters 

PERSONALITY

POSITIVE TRAITS: fearless, strong, loyal, outspoken

NEGATIVE TRAITS: brazen, loud, careless, temperamental

WHAT ARE THEIR FEARS?: coming out on the wrong side of history

HISTORY

wilhelm’s story begins many, many years ago. many centuries, really. wilhelm was born around the late bronze age, early iron age, to a germanic tribe that would later be called the saxons. life was nomadic and violent. at the age of “manhood,” wilhelm was gifted a spear and shield, just like every young man in his tribe. their culture centered around the warrior elite and chieftans who were voted in by the people (but it still heavily relied on inheritance as well). wilhelm happened to be a son of his tribe’s chieftan and was raised for battle. young men strived to prove to their older kin that they were strong and capable warriors. wilhelm and his siblings were a wild brood, and usually silas could be blamed for the trouble they got up to. as the ruling chieftan’s children, there was an immense amount of pressure to see them stronger, better, greater than any others so they could prove their father was fit for his title.

whispers began . . . a prayer to a god now lost to history, a ritual performed on the banks of a river, a meeting with a wolf. what was believed to be a blessing turned out to be a curse. one man’s hubris felled the ulrik children. 

wilhelm was faster, stronger, and more agile than ever before, but he was turned into a monster in the process. wilhelm was unable to control his transformations for hundreds of years, shifting every full moon. unlike other shifters, wilhelm’s shift into his werewolf form has always been painful. he suspects that each subsequent generation experiences this less and less, something to do with the initial curse becoming weaker. 

wilhelm views himself as weak to the beast inside him. it’s a constant conflict within himself, and he’s terrified of losing control again. wilhelm has never left silas’s side, however. he fought next to his brother in the war, and now watches as he practically rules over rome. he isn’t sure what’s becoming of his brother in grief, but he knows it isn’t pretty.

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sirenblushed‌:

usually… the lips on his neck would calm him. make him swoon and moan.. but not now. tears fell down his cheeks as he leaned his neck back so faren has more room. “how do you know? you don’t…. you heard the conditions… what if they force us apart again…. what if you don’t love me anymore… i don’t know if i could bare it…” he whispered before he wrapped his arms around ronan’s neck, pushing himself against him.

he could feel faren’s tears, wet against him. ronan only grabbed onto faren tighter. “don’t think about the what ifs, faren. that’s a game no one can win. they’ve never stopped us before, they won’t start now.” ronan lifted his head so he could give faren a place to hide. he tucked his arms underneath faren’s, wrapped tightly around the siren. “you know no matter how much we care for someone else, i will not stop loving you. you’re mine, and you know it.” ronan kissed faren’s temple, smoothing his hands in circles against the other’s back. 

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“Enough to know somebody has just a tiny anger management problem,” Quinn hadn’t been spying or anything of the sort but damned if he didn’t have a talent for showing up at the wrong place the wrong time. “What did the nice box ever do to you? Insult your mother? Point out unquestionable clothing choices? Oh, did it notice the grey hair?” He swooped down to pluck a piece of ripped box off the ground and hold it up in mild contemplation before he tossed it aside once again.

Really, he had a million other quips to offer as he navigated around the corpses of cardboard bleeding out their various contents onto the floor. “Somebody needs a nap,” he concluded with a swing of his gaze back Ronan; rage didn’t just frighten him offhand but it did stir some curiosity. Nobody was in a good mood lately, that dark cloud had settled over Rome and threatened to choke everyone and to each their own he supposed; destruction was a highly entertaining outlet for frustration at times. 

ronan’s gaze sharpened when the insults started falling from the kid’s lips. he was just lucky he found ronan post-rampage and not pre-rampage. he sat and watched quinn fiddle around with the leftovers, rolling his eyes. “you know, i’m your boss. not only your boss but your very sketchy vampire boss.” ronan lit a cigarette between his lips, assessing quinn’s fashion choices in comparison to his. “i’m the one with questionable fashion taste?” he huffed, finally getting up from the ground and dusting the dust and dirt off of his pants. 

“get someone who can clean this up and then walk with me. new venture opportunities.” he motioned with his head towards his office, already wandering off in that direction. 

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sirenblushed‌:

he didn’t notice ronan at first, he was too in his prayers but when he felt the hands on his, his prayers stopped and he looked at ronan. his brows furrowed together in concern but his shaking wouldn’t stop. “i can’t… i can’t do this…” he whispered, bringing their hands up to his lips and shaking lips were placed on ronan’s hands. “i want to marry you… not them…” he whispered in confession. “they would never hold my heart like you are…”

the way faren shook made ronan want to start crying. how long had it been since he’d seen his little siren so upset? “shh,” he cooed, reigning his emotions back in. that was for later. faren needed him present. ronan glanced from side to side, assessing their environment. when he deemed it safe and appropriate, ronan tilted his head down and pressed it into faren’s neck and shoulder. he hummed as he gently ran his lips up faren’s soft skin, pausing to kiss it every so often. “everything will be okay,” he promised in a whisper against faren’s ear. ronan whispered french nothings in faren’s ear, far from perfect, but something he had learned long ago when they first met. 

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he couldn’t breathe. he felt his hands shaking after he had witnessed the marriages. of course there would be surprises to it. when was his gonna be? he hoped never. he didn’t want this. he panted heavily as he pushed himself through the crowd. he needed air… he needed a fucking drink. finding a wall, he leaned himself against it, clasping his hands together. and for the first time in centuries- he prayed to god. a concept lost to him since his turning.. but the prayers in french rolled off his tongue as he shook.

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ronan felt just as overwhelmed, if not moreso, as faren. he had simply spent years of privately dealing with his incredibly unregulated emotions, so he had plenty of practice compartmentalizing. would he feel all of this tenfold later on? of course. but now, there were other matters to deal with. faren was one of those. he knew faren was scared when he caught brief segments of his french prayers. ronan approached slowly, almost the way one might approach a wild cat. “faren,” he crooned, stopping once he was about a foot away. he very carefully wrapped both of his hands around faren’s, holding them to gently get his attention. “faren.”

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sulliedblood‌:

      anton’s eyes narrowed as the man began to speak confusion riddling his features considering he’d never seen the other’s face before. as soon as ronan uttered his name anton’s breath caught in his throat in realization. his hand moved to shut the door just as the man put his foot in the door frame. there was nothing he wanted more in this moment than to slam that door and lock himself inside his apartment until the end of time. vampire ? suddenly a bit of anxiety curled in the pit of his stomach. the vampire stepped closer to anton and his heart stopped just for a moment at their close proximity before he took a step back as cooly as he can not wanting such anxiety to show in his movements or features. ‘ so i don’t only get a husband, but a laundry list of enemies he’s acquired over the centuries ? phenomenal. if it’s so urgent then, ’ his hand gestured into the apartment for ronan to follow. ‘ i’d offer you a drink, but i’m fresh out of o negative. ’

“clever,” he drawled in response. ronan knew he wasn’t making the best first impression, but he had figured anton wasn’t over the moon about the situation anyways, and it was bound to be revealed at some point. ronan followed anton in as he was gestured to, shutting the door behind himself and clicking the lock, like it would have any real effect. he didn’t live his life in paranoia, but he didn’t want just anyone barging in on this first conversation with anton. “i’m sure whatever you have would be perfectly fine, but i’ve eaten recently.” ronan flashed anton a grin, fangs not easily concealed when he smiled. “with power comes enemies. surely twenty-seven isn’t so young that you don’t realize that yet?” he could hear anton’s heartbeat racing in his chest, even as he played it cool. “you get a powerful husband along with his enemies. i’m sorry i’m such a burden to you.”

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in the privacy of one of his own warehouses, ronan finally let himself feel the emotions threatening burst out of his chest. they were all swirling, mixing inside him, leaving him confused and upset. with an inhuman roar, ronan ripped down a shelf, watching the products and the unit crash to the ground. it wasn’t enough. it wasn’t enough. he wanted to rampage, to go around and kill everything in his sight. he went about destroying the entire row of shelves, ripping the boxes apart, relishing in the violence despite how unsatisfactory it felt. he wanted faren. but that wasn’t his choice anymore. finally, with that thought, ronan let himself crumple against one of the walls, assessing his damage. “shit,” he hissed, looking up when he saw movement out of the corner of his gaze. oh, quinn. “how much of that did you get to see?”

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abel shook his head in disapproval at the conclusion of the ceremony. it certainly wasn’t what he expected. “this is going to be a disaster.” he understood the logic behind the surprise, but found the execution deeply flawed. there was no way this didn’t cause at least some unrest and distrust within the city. “they should’ve disclosed everything from the beginning. suddenly revealing this information to everyone doesn’t seem like a great way to keep peace.” he criticized. 

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ronan’s arms were tightly crossed over his chest, and he remained standing throughout the ceremony. the only change in him after the reveal were his furrowed brows and deep frown. those perceptive enough would know his arms were crossed just slightly tighter. “it’s turning into a military state. he thinks it’s all reasonable because of his grief. more than three thousand years old, and he’s succumbing to madness.” ronan pitied silas to a point–grief could destroy a person inside out–but he should have been prepared for the worst when he was involved with a human. “he’s convinced himself that this can be the only way,” ronan practically spat, shaking his head.

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panic had set in the second that damn wolf revealed what had happened. ronan stood amongst the crowd, frozen in place as he gazed directly at the man who had made all of this happen. while his surroundings went to absolute chaos, ronan seemed completely cool. internally, however, panic and dread ran cold in his veins. brows furrowed, ronan turned sharply and left the room. he was going to find her, and then him. witch first, he thought to himself as he spotted her amongst the crowd. ronan went into full hunt mode, gaze tracking every little movement she made, nose following her distinct almost electric scent, ears drowning everything out except for her steps. it wasn’t long until he was right up on the witch, aware that she had probably known he was following her the entire time. “morrigan.”

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i swear i am alive!!! i just finished up school but i’m back and better than ever!!

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if you could be any other species, what would you be?

probably something that could fly. a witch, maybe?

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i need more things to write yall !! so please leave a like and i’ll try my best to write a starter (it might be trash, who knows) for your muse! if mumu, leave a name in replies as well!

[orapronobispeccatoribus4-18-201]

im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. that doesnt make me stupid. ill fucking kill you

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listen, vampires acquire the ability to actually growl when they’re changed, i refuse to believe anything else!!! mostly because i can’t stop thinking about that fucking tiktok where the girl snapped all the guys she knew and asked them to “growl” for her?????????????????? so vampires growl like cats thank you for coming to my ted talk, 

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https://www.tiktok.com/@rightengels/video/6821233977316216070 (in case you wanted to suffer)

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sulliedblood‌:

      if anton could spend forever in his studio apartment, by himself, in this city, without being married, he would have absolutely done so. clearly that was a pipe dream, he wasn’t foolish enough to believe it could happen. in all honesty he had only looked at his wedding packet once, reading the name and then shoving the information into one of his desk drawers. the less he knew, the less accountability he felt. out of sight out of mind, right ? living life on his own was what he was used to and what felt the most natural, anton wasn’t ready for something different. the knock on his door brought nothing but irritation to anton’s features. pulling it open the man’s hand never left the knob, ready to shut it in a moments notice. ‘ if you’re selling something ? i don’t want it. if you need something, i don’t have it. anything else ? ’ he questioned tilting his head slightly.

“you have plenty that i need.” ronan leveled the kid with his least impressed look, even going so far as to cross his arms over his chest. “you can let me in the nice way, or i can let myself in. i know i have a preference, what’s yours?” he rose his eyebrows. “ronan cassidy. you’re anton kask. i don’t like having my name attached to things i don’t know about.” ronan took a step forward, slipping his foot in front of the door frame, just in case anton tried to close it, at least he could stop it. “i’m a vampire, and i’m very old. i’m sure you could put up a good fight, but we both know who would win this one.” ronan moved to lean his entire body against the doorframe, standing right in the threshold, which meant he was very close to anton. a subtle sniff of the air, and the vampire within him purred. well, his blood wasn’t completely soiled at least. “i also have friends in low places, if that sells you on how urgent this conversation is. well, not so much friends. more like . . . ex-friends.”

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likestvrlight replied to your post: listen, vampires acquire the ability to actually...

i 100% support this

i can't live in a world where ronan makes the same loogie sound as those awful boys in that tiktok

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sirenblushed‌:

the rumble of his name coming from the throat he was biting into had ronan purring in pleasure. when they did this, when faren let him let go of his humanity a little more and just behave wildly, he felt free. but he was also reduced to very little words–growls deep in his chest, rumbling, moans, and sometimes, purring. faren was still speaking, still managing such pretty words when he was diminished to sounds. he growled when faren dared to pull his head back, zeroing in on the red droplets forming where he’d pierced the skin. “yes,” he managed, gaze going between faren’s face and that beautiful blood.

the rumble in his chest spelled his displeasure when faren stopped him, even dismounted. “faren,” he growled, about to pull the other back up and bend him over the back of the couch, when there was a mouth on his cock. moans tumbled out of his mouth instead, and ronan scrambled to find purchase on the wall he was just using to fuck faren. instead he pressed an arm there, resting his forehead on it. from there, he had the perfect view of faren, eagerly sucking his cock. mouth open, ronan tangled his fingers in faren’s hair, pulling it tight. his hips thrust forward a few times experimentally, seeing how faren would react.