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BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT!
HELLO EVERYONE! This blog will officially be under archive as I am moving here!
Please, if you are interested in still interacting, follow my new blog! Take a look at my muses page as there have been changes. I am focusing more on only the Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries muses. I’m looking forward to interacting with everyone who follows me over there!!!
BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT!
HELLO EVERYONE! This blog will officially be under archive as I am moving here!
Please, if you are interested in still interacting, follow my new blog! Take a look at my muses page as there have been changes. I am focusing more on only the Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries muses. I’m looking forward to interacting with everyone who follows me over there!!!
BLOG ANNOUNCEMENT!
HELLO EVERYONE! This blog will officially be under archive as I am moving here!
Please, if you are interested in still interacting, follow my new blog! Take a look at my muses page as there have been changes. I am focusing more on only the Teen Wolf/The Vampire Diaries muses. I’m looking forward to interacting with everyone who follows me over there!!!
to be quite honest i may make a new version of this blog because i have a lot of followers/am following a lot of people whom i don’t necessarily interact with and kinda want to clean it up. also want to clean up and organize my muse list so the only muses that are there are ones i realllly love to play.
good idea or bad idea? mmmm
OPEN STARTER || LYDIA MARTIN.
Lydia is lost. How she became lost, she’s not sure. She blames her mother. When odd things became central to everyone’s attention in Beacon Hills, her mother had forced her to pack her stuff up and move. Change was not necessarily something Lydia is a fan of. She was established. She had her place in Beacon Hills. And now, she’s thrown into a completely new environment, left to fend for herself and find her place once again.
The point was to get away from it all. Get away from the supernatural invading Beacon Hills. The point seemed to be moot though, as she flutters her eyes open and is met with deep forestry and dried leaves underneath her bare feet. “No,” she breaths, getting herself to her feet and spinning around, trying to evaluate something that would give her a clue as to where she is. It happened again. Nothing surrounds her but darkness and trees, and her heart rate begins to pick up. Leaves crackle behind her, something similar to a footstep. She whips her body around, green eyes desperately searching through the black of the night.
“Hello?”
OPEN STARTER! || ELENA GILBERT.
“this is your fault. all of this is your fault.”
FREYA MIKAELSON.
“Perhaps you should.” Her tone isalmost teasing now. Even though Freya hardly expects grand gestures of gratitudefor her help, a simple THANK YOU would be a nice change. But she has been here long enough to realize that’s not how her family operates.
She watches him, arms coming to crossover her chest. If Freya ignored that, his promise to keep Marcel safe –Rebekah would certainly be upset. And she does not wish her sister suffering (but she is also certain that if it was between them or him, rebekah wouldchoose right; but the situation is not quite that serious yet. )
“Yes, brother. I understand.” Thereluctance remains heavy in her tone. She is still unused to taking orders fromanyone; Klaus is hardly Dahlia but the urge to defy is deep rooted. Especiallywhen she feels strongly about something, such as keeping them safe. “I will stayfar away from him as long as he does not start anything.” She pauses, headtilting to the side. “ – and if he does, I will search for a NON-LETHAL solution.Are you satisfied?”
Acompromise of a sort. Freya can only hope that, for both their sake, Klaus will acceptit.
Klaus preferred to believe that his siblings viewed him with respect. That despite any event that may occur in their long, eternal lives, there will always be a sliver of respect, lying deep in their hearts. Despite his aggressive nature, he did want to protect his family. At all costs. Everyone made mistakes, maybe more than him, but it mustn’t be forgotten that most people only have a limited number of years to make awful, preposterous mistakes. Living for a thousand years, there was bound to be error that laid somewhere within the timeline.
Conflict was difficult. Internal conflict was impossible. Perhaps that is why he had decided long, long ago that he would no longer be bothered by the constant war in his mind. Family was a loose term, he learned that long ago. Non-blood related people were often more reliable, more loyal than blood would ever be capable of achieving. Marcel was one of those people. Klaus understood, quite vaguely, that the vampire had his own reasons. He was being loyal, but it was to his cause. The hybrid understood fighting for a cause more than anyone possibly could.
Klaus nods, his lips pursed as his mind raced with thoughts. He looks at Freya, the compliance in her words not matching the defiance painted on her features. “I knew I could count on you, sister,” he purrs after a long silence, tongue painting a path of slickness over his mouth. “I trust that you’ll keep yourself out of harm’s way. I’d hate to have to assume the role of a baby sitter.” He pauses, emptying the glass in his hand with a tilt of his head. “Be careful, Freya. I haven’t no clue how far Marcel may take this. I predict he will come directly for yours truly, but sometimes people like taking the indirect approach.”
the whole town has experienced an incredible amount of loss in recent years, and parker has been through it with them. it started, arguably, with the reappearance of the hales, first laura and then derek, though they weren’t the catalyst. he’s still not entirely sure what was, because he wasn’t there the night that derek went alpha, but he can guess, through context clues. but then that’s not even where it started either, is it? beacon hills has a long history of ‘animal attacks.’
the bun parker’d put his hair into earlier gets taken out, the ponytail slipped onto his wrist before he heads over to scott’s dresser to pull out a clean t-shirt. it might be a little weird that he knows which drawer scott keeps his shirts in, but he’s spent enough time here that it can probably be excused. he holds it out, waiting for scott to take it, before sitting down next to him. “have you heard from the rest of the pack?”
when parker takes a seat next to him, scott’s fingers instinctively lift up, stroking them through his long hair. it was almost like an anchor for him - his own boyfriend’s hair. it was just filled with smells - smells of scott, of parker, of the pack, of his shampoo and conditioner, of home. it was comforting. more so than an embrace. he inhales deeply, shaking his head. “no. not yet.” he let his hand fall from the other’s head, bracing them on either side of his thighs. as if he was trying to hold onto something. something real. something in reality.
after a few moments of staring at the shirt lying across the fabric of his jeans, he shifts to take his shirt off, the scratches, bruises and gashes having left no evidence of being there. the only sign that they were ever there was the remains of dried blood. he hasn’t even showered yet. he looks up at parker through warm, gentle brown eyes, his normally upturned lips in a pursed, tense position. “it’s all just catching up to me,” he admits after a few moments of silence. his face scrunches slightly as he runs through his mind how exactly to express what he’s feeling. it’s not something he does on a regular basis. “everything. all the responsibilities. the deaths. i miss them, all of them. it just catches up to me sometimes but i can’t express it. i’m the leader. i can’t express it. it’s not something an eighteen year old kid should go through, you know?”
He moved to stay but wasn’t sure he wanted to leave. He took her hand and shook it. “How are they? Lizzie and Josie,” he asked even though he knew he should just walk out the door. After all he had seen her. He had tested the spell. He should just go home. “I know them pretty well. It would be fun to see them as kids instead of them just remaining me that they changed my nappies.”
As if she wasn’t immensely confused before. “You know Lizzie and Josie?” she asked, confusion washing over her normally soft features. The last comment threw her off even more, her posture officially becoming tense. They hadn’t had any trouble in this school so far, with unwelcome people coming to wreak havoc. A few things here and there, but nothing significant. The boy in front of her didn’t seem to have a motive, but he was here for something. “Changed you?” she asked, disbelief flavoring her voice. “Who are you?”
“Yes, younger now then you know in the future. Which i know isn’t technically true but 200 years gives you a little more age in the eyes i think,” he said, looking at her. “I just wanted to see you, maybe sure this is… you know the past and all.” He smiled softly. “It was nice to met you, Caroline. I should probably get out of here. You know, back to the future and all.”
Eyebrows knitted closely together on her forehead, she tilted her head to the side. What a strange interaction. Why he would decide to come down and see her, of all people, to test out some sort of spell was confusing to the blonde. Surely there were better things to do with time travelling. She came to the conclusion, obviously, that he knows her from the future. Maybe future her is involved in some sort of spell. Who knows. “Leaving so soon?” she asked, moving to her feet to stick out her hand. “I’m sad to see you go.”
i just remembered about the show containment that was a limited series in like 2016
that was a GOOD ASS SHOW
CLAIRE BRADLEY.
Claire was about to remark on his response, stating that she had something better to do anyway, that she wouldn’t have been interested even if his ‘party’ was an all-out buffet, catered specifically to them. Truth was, she didn’t have much plans and she didn’t plan on sticking around town so long - the kills she’d had wouldn’t find their way back to haunt her - but she had to admit she was eager to see what else the town had to offer. With another tilt of her head she offered a grin, a mischevious smirk that tried to peek out from her lips, and she offered a simple, single chuckle. “There’s not much fun in that. You should really branch out more, see what else there is for you,” she responded simply; normally, it would have been spoken with a lighthearted laugh. But not for Claire.
Her eyebrows rose as she looked to the hand that he held out, as if his hand didn’t have good intentions. As if she’d become suspicious all of a sudden, but like not sticking around for too long she didn’t exactly have a wide circle of people. Regardless, brown eyes rose to meet his and she held her hand out in return, firmly giving his a shake. “Claire Bradley.”
He liked her. She had bite, but not too much bite that it made him want to slam his head off the trunk of the tree he was standing near. Humanity depraved vampires were a hit or a miss, personality wise. Stefan liked to think he was fun with his emotions off - he had heard it before. After all, in Damon’s almost two hundred year venture in trying to get him to be like him, he always used the argument that he was fun. That emotions made him boring, a stick in the mud. Either they could be fun, the life of the party, the one who keeps everyone on their toes, or they could be flat out monsters. Stefan was an even mix of the two, depending on how he slept the night before.
Cold hands made contact, and the vampire found himself pleased for how the conversation went. It was odd, being able to communicate with someone like you. Thoughts ran through his head of who this woman was, when she appeared, and how she had gone off his radar for so long without previously being caught. He was comfortable with inviting her to trail along. He knew that he was stronger. He had no evidence to back up the claim, but he hadn’t lost a fight thusfar. He was still alive, wasn’t he? “Claire,” he repeated, nodding his head as it processed. He was terrible with names. “So, either your hundreds of years old or your parents wanted to be cool and name you something old-timey. I honestly think I had an ex-girlfriend named Claire in 1861.”
He dropped the other’s hand, inhaling the night air. “Well, Claire, let’s go,” he paused, letting the dark veins form paths under his eyes before promptly disappearing, his pale skin returning to its normal texture. “Rip up the town.” He shrugged. “Literally.”
“Something like that,” he said with a shrug. After all witch was in his dna. He nodded. “Yes, we did. Well, we had to go back somewhere to test the spell. So why not to you? Here, when the school was just opening. You look different too. In a way.”
The blonde stares, carefully for a few moments, as if she’s trying to place him. The vagueness of the man itched at her skin, if there was a point she wished he would just get to it, but part of her job is being patient. The last thing he says makes her head snap back up from what she was writing, the pen being placed gently on the desk. “I look different,” she says slowly, nodding her head. “Alright. I’m a little skeptical as to why you’re here right now, so if you could fill me in, that’d be much appreciated.”
also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu
im really happy for international fans that t*aylor is touring there but wow i’m really upset that shes not touring in the us. :( this was going to be my first concert finally, and i was so excited to hear this album especially live, i’m really really bummed out. oh well
It’s not like she can’t see it; the endless questions that linger on his lips but never quite flower. It’s in his eyes too. The same look that she saw on many of the McCall pack when one of her abilities led them to a body or provided a clue. But in Stiles she also saw concern and a non-judgemental expression that she felt thankful for. It was why he was the only person she would let stay around her when she felt so vulnerable. The lilac bed sheets shift around her as she re-positions herself to make room for Stiles. ❝ I don’t think I own enough make up to cover the circles under my eyes if I only had 30 mins sleep ❞ a lie. Lydia had most definitely gone entire nights without sleep and had managed to cover it with concealer. ❝ I’ve never played a video game before ❞ she’s not sure why she tells stiles that. Maybe it’s the fact that she’d rather be speaking about anything other than the dead body. ❝… not that I want to ❞
A lazy smile appears on Stiles’ face, having made the executive decision to lighten the mood. He knows what it’s like to be a little scared. To have sleepless nights. You relive the thing keeping you awake literally all night. The last thing most people, including himself, want to do is rehash it by talking about it. If anything was going to help him sleep when he was worked up, it wasn’t venting out the frustrations of that topic, but rather switching the conversation to something unrelated. He settles his back against the pastel-painted wall, putting his feet up on the bed now that he had promptly removed his shoes. The redhead seems like the type that wouldn’t be fond of shoes on her clean sheets. “Damn, Lyds, you got me really excited there.” It wasn’t a lie. “I was about to drag you - literally, you’re, like, ninety pounds - to my house to teach you how to play Call of Duty.” He hesitates, his face scrunching into a thinking expression. “Actually, I think I have Sims for my Playstation. You’d probably like that more than blowing people’s heads off. But, hey, what do I know?”
