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I’m making this blog an archive. You can all follow me over on my new blog. I’m doing this for my own sanity. This blog has been around for awhile and it’s time for a new change and for a refresh! All threads I do have with everyone will not change if you so much as choose to follow me over on my new blog. I will reblog this a few other times for everyone to see. After that this blog will be deleted.
The new blog is here.
I’m making this blog an archive. You can all follow me over on my new blog. I’m doing this for my own sanity. This blog has been around for awhile and it’s time for a new change and for a refresh! All threads I do have with everyone will not change if you so much as choose to follow me over on my new blog. I will reblog this a few other times for everyone to see. After that this blog will be deleted.
The new blog is here.
I’m making this blog an archive. You can all follow me over on my new blog. I’m doing this for my own sanity. This blog has been around for awhile and it’s time for a new change and for a refresh! All threads I do have with everyone will not change if you so much as choose to follow me over on my new blog. I will reblog this a few other times for everyone to see. After that this blog will be deleted.
The new blog is here.
I’m making this blog an archive. You can all follow me over on my new blog. I’m doing this for my own sanity. This blog has been around for awhile and it’s time for a new change and for a refresh! All threads I do have with everyone will not change if you so much as choose to follow me over on my new blog. I will reblog this a few other times for everyone to see. After that this blog will be deleted.
The new blog is here.
I’m making this blog an archive. You can all follow me over on my new blog. I’m doing this for my own sanity. This blog has been around for awhile and it’s time for a new change and for a refresh! All threads I do have with everyone will not change if you so much as choose to follow me over on my new blog. I will reblog this a few other times for everyone to see. After that this blog will be deleted.
The new blog is here.
SO, I Have Been Working on My Multi-Muse Blog. :) And I got some of it done. but I still got a ways to go. you all can go follow right now if you want. it is on Dash Only Temporarily til I get the blog completed. But these are the muses you can find on there @absolutezcro
Shane Walsh Seth Gecko Caroline Forbes Aidan Waite ( Being Human us ) Silas Derek Hale Theodore Black ( My TVD OC )
& possibly a few more.
OH && TOMORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY, YAY!!!
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He wasn’t a violent person, unless he was provoked or threatened. Tonight though that was different story his anger had gotten the best of him. If anyone knew him well enough would know that his temper was explosive and hard to control. Something took ahold of him, this wasn’t him. He wasn’t a killer and this guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He would suit just fine to the wolf’s sudden blood thirsty mood. The guys feeble attempt to beg fell on the deaf ears. He was on his prey in seconds, a knife in hand. There was a struggle but in the end the wolf would win. One hand wrapped around his victim’s throat in a crushing hold, legs flailed and the sound of choking was loud. The knife sunk home in his victim’s sternum and began to tear downward in attempt to gut his prey. Warm, blood began to gush over his hand. The smell of it alone urged him on, watching as the life slipped from his prey’s eyes. He never even heard the footsteps that had entered the room.
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❝ I don’t believe in love. I believe in fucking. It’s honest and it’s efficient. You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit. Love is something that people tell themselves they’re in so they can get laid. And in the end they end up hurting each other, because it was all based on lies to begin with. If that’s what you want then go find yourself a pretty girl and get married. ❞ He was being honest, even if it wasn’t something that the other wanted to hear. He had convinced himself that this was the way things had to be. He had saw what love did to people and he didnt want to be apart of it. He was being harsh possibly but he refused to get close. Dark eyes drank in the other. He wasn’t the type to commit, he had worked to hard to build his own life and make it his own. Stefan was certainly gorgeous as fuck, yet he wouldn’t tie himself down in a relationship. The vampire deserved better, and still he kept coming back.
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Look at this asshole. I want to do headcanons and tags and get things in order and THIS bastard just wants to do nothing. He’s being a childish asshole and refusing to do anything I want him to do. HE’S IMPOSSIBLE RIGHT NOW, I CANT DEAL WITH HIM RIGHT NOW UGH!
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Brows furrowed , confusion colored his features. This person was a mirror of himself. Same face, fuck he would know if he had a goddamn twin. Was this some kind of sick joke? Was this even real ? Or was this him losing his mind. ❝ — Just who the fuck are you ? ❞
HONESTLY IF HE WAS a drinker. he would honestly think he was hallucinating or some other BULLSHIT like that as right now he was honestly staring at himself. moving he comes to stand in front of the other dark eyes drinking them in before sighing. ❛ shouldn’t i be asking that FUCKING question. you are standing in my fucking office. ❜
Dark eyes narrowed as the male that mirrored him move closer to him. He felt brush of anger, his wolf brushed along his mind watching through his eyes. Jaw set as stared down himself. Being in his office was what worried him? Samuel couldn’t care less right now. He should want answers, but he felt like he was being fucked with. ❝ You stole my fucking face. ❞ he accused, obviously ignoring the question.
His choices, they were supposed to save this town. And keep everyone alive, and safe, from becoming singed by hellfire. It wasn’t supposed to have went this way. He knew in that moment, that he was sacrificing the rest of his life with His husband. With his children, but it was what he did. He saved people, he was THE MARTYR. But he couldn’t let Damon be the one to sacrifice himself. To let Elena live a life without him, and that was what killed him the most. SOMEONE HAD TO BE THERE, someone had to stay there and make sure Katherine was in that exact spot when Bonnie sent the hellfire through. But even if he had stayed, even if they had found another way to stopped it all, without HIS DEATH. There was still the untimely question of, How Long. How long did he have left? How much longer could he cheat death when he had cheated it for so long now. Without his vampirism, his life was slowly windling, slowly starting to fade away. He saw what it had done to Katherine, and his time was next. But, no matter what he tried to tell Samuel. He knew what his husband would have said, that he didn’t care. That they could have done it together. But this was going down in a way that he didn’t want. Samuel was threatening to go do something that would prove to be fatal in the end. DIDN’T HE SEE THAT. Didn’t he know that if he was successful at bringing him back to life. That they would be sitting her in the same situation, days, weeks, months later.
❝ Samuel, I don’t got much longer. I can feel this place trying to take me away from here. You have to listen to me. You can’t do this, if you do, we will be right back here again. Right back here in this exact spot where we are now. I’m Human, or I was. You saw how Katherine was. She started to age rapidly, it wasn’t long before that was me. Please, understand that. ❞
❝ I can help you, can’t you see that! ❞ His words are explosive and loud and full of pain, desperation. This wasn’t Samuel, he wasn’t thinking clearly, grief held him tightly in it’s grip. He wasn’t willing to listen to what was being said. He had all this power, he should be able to stop all this. He was going to bring back his husband and nobody could change his mind. Elena could of lived without Damon, she would of survived. It should’ve been DAMON, not Stefan. They had children, a LIFE. In that moment he hated them both, they got to be happy. What about him, what about his happiness? What about the life that he had built with Stefan. That anger only swelled more in his chest, until he was seeing red.
He was doing this for them, their children. He had the power to change all of this and he was going to do just that. Before he knew it he was moving, grabbing various things he would need for the ritual. His dark gaze fell on his husband one last time. Then he was moving going to the room to prepare for the ritual.
❝ No I rather beat the fuck out of you with the butt of my gun. Or better yet I could just rip your throat out with my teeth. ❞
Honestly, Silas I’m already tired of your bullshit. Give me my husband back or I will make you! @martyrbcrn
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DARKNESS, VOIDLESS, ARROGANT, that was the few words that Amelia could sum up when she though of Samuel. Maybe this wolf witch hybrid had a more profound reason for harboring such emptiness. But , his money was what gave him the giant ego. And it was one that the Psychic could smell a mile away. Curiosity peeked her interest, but she could never get a real reading on the male. His aura was like looking into a television when the cable was out, staticy, grimey & dark. But you better believe he gave her ample opportunities to get a full look into what made him tick. The first time she had seen him, he was strutting through the halls of Mystic Falls High, like he had a giant stick up his ass. Okay, he was good looking, she’d give him that. But, this cock of the walk didn’t work on her. Unlike it did Her Sister. He’d made small conversation, and extended longer looks. If there was one thing Amelia couldn’t stand , it was being gawked at. She wanted to be flirted with, she needed the attraction and the charm.
But the gawking at her like she was a piece of meat, made her furious. She had a pair of eyes, look at them. But he learned very quickly when his hands tried to wander. He sported around a giant red welp for a week. But since that day, she didn’t want to get close enough to touch him. It wasn’t like getting the vibrant flashes of someones memories, there past, there life, bursting through her memories like a movie on fast forward, was something she enjoyed. The action always come so fast and vividly that it knocked her off balance. And the wave of nausea afterwards was non to appeasing. Samuel wasn’t a horrible guy, that was something she had noticed. He just needed a attitude adjustment. The red head was broken from her thoughts, when she felt the line at the coffee shop start to move. Jerking her back to her senses. Dark emerald irises settling onto a familiar back.
❝ Samuel, is that you? Am I really that unlucky? ❞
This whole town thought they knew him. Just because his family had money, oh boy that has to be the reason for his attitude. Nobody knew about his upbringing or how his father treated him or what his home life was like. His anger came from more than his CURSE as a wolf. The way he acted toward others wasn’t because he was a bad person. He just chose to build walls around him to protect himself from any kind of hurt. The wolf had come to the coffee shop for a caffeine wake up. He wanted peace and to be left alone. That’s all he asked for but in this town it was hard to ask for that without running into someone that he went to school with. Any kind of solace was taken from him when he heard THAT voice. He was all to aware of who it belonged too, Amelia Forbes. Shit. He thought to himself as his teeth grinded together. One time had he made a move on her that she didn’t like and now she never let him live it down. He had tried to avoid her at all costs, because she was headache to deal with. To be honest Samuel was more into guys than women, though he did swing both ways. He turned giving a forced smile, Samuel hardly ever smiled. Dark eyes locked onto the red head, jaw clenching. ❝ Amelia, ever the unfortunate pleasure that I see you here. Still holding onto old grudges I see. If you don’t want to see me than you may as well find another place to go. ❞ He might as well of told her to fuck off. There was a cold look that colored his features. It was obvious that he wasn’t in the mood.
