And If I'm dreamin' Then please, don't wake me up.

He/Him, Black Musician, Christian

[officalpreacherboy]

Hello everyone-! A friend o’ mine actually recommend me this website, so I figured why not give It a try. ✮ツ

Don’t uhh…Expect me t’ post a lot on this here site, and If I do I apologize If It’s not really that Interesting. That being said m’ mostly just gonna post selfies n’ music etc etc! Again nothing too exciting…So uh, yeah! I hope ya nice folks enjoy yer’ time with ol’ Samuel Moore.

…Note: You uh, don’t actually have t’ call me Samuel, just Sammie Is fine…Like-. Please, It’ll just be embarrassing fer’ the both o’ us.

[officalpreacherboy]

❝ when are ye bringin' those cousins of yers over? I need a snack and they seem perfect for just that. ❞

SOON-! Just sit yer’ undead ass down n’ wait, ya ain’t gonna be that confident when yer’ dragging half o’ yer’ Insides along the dirt! GGRAH—HOW IS SOMEONE SO FUCKING ANNOYING-..

But It’s cool man bet, keep laughing It’s honestly aight..Yer’ gonna learn though!

[officalpreacherboy]

if you don't want him, can I have him. please. I am begging you

YES YES YES

Please-! I’ve been waiting fer’ a question like this! Please take this absolute mistake o’ nature off o’ my hands, ya would be doing me such a huge favor! I swear t’ God he’s been driving me off o’ the walls with his bullshit..

No need t’ beg, matter o’ fact I’ll have ‘em at yer’ doorstep come next morning! Thanks again.

[strryspace]

i think sammie should curb stomp remmick. sure he isnt gonna die but itll give him a lil lesson i bet

[officalpreacherboy]

I agree.

[fujoofsin]

200 fics for the sammie/remmick tag.

Shippers are something else. Damn.

[officalpreacherboy]

OOC: //The sammick haters are strong, but we are stronger!

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let’s be real he would NOT be smiling holding remmubu or wtver

[huntingformarrow]

Give me five dollars and I’ll share a few of Sammie's diary entries.

Tut tut tut I would never financially reimburse for such a violation of privacy! You must have me confused for someone!

Feel free to pay me to share secrets though if you want

[officalpreacherboy]

FIRST O’ ALL IT AIN’T NO DIARY IT’S A JOURNAL FER’ MEN! SECONDLY KEEP OUTTA MY STUFF LISA OR I’LL TELL GRACE-!

[huntingformarrow]

Sammie instantly shutting me down was so funny LMFAO

He said 🚫🙅🏿‍♂️😑

[officalpreacherboy]

It’s like m’ just a slab o’ beef In a hungry lion's den t’ ya people I swear t’ God-..

N’ I thought Remmick was bad…Guess It’s true, there's always a bigger fish.

[officalpreacherboy]

I’m going to get you pregnant

Oh—That's uh..What the fuck..

M’ uncomfortable, was that yer’ Idea o’ a threat??

[huntingformarrow]

not with that attitude

[officalpreacherboy]

Don’t start.

[officalpreacherboy]

Hiya Sammie! Hope life’s being good to you

Random question - if somebody wanted to give you flowers, what kind would be your favorite?

Oh-! Sunflowers fer’ sure, always been my favorite since I was a boy.

Or maybe them pot marigolds Annie plants In her yard! But yeah all n’ all, sunflowers are on my best flower list!

[officalpreacherboy]

I’m going to get you pregnant

Oh—That's uh..What the fuck..

M’ uncomfortable, was that yer’ Idea o’ a threat??

[nocturntrelic]

TW: Racial Slurs, Depictions Of Gore.

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“ Remmick—sire, I heard a scream! T-The hivemind it.. it went all dark n’ fuzzy! Like a lightin’ strike.. then it.. fuck everyone's feelin’ like they’re heads about to explode! It’s really bad out there, Bo is tryin’ to keep the peace but that incompetent slant-eyed bastard can only do so much. Some folks even passed out. What in the world happened— “

There was an aching silence that briefly fell between the pair of beasts.. something sinister and ever so great and painful as Joan’s eyes landed on the mangled hunk of still-breathing flesh on the ground before Remmick’s feet—everything came crashing down all at once like a runaway freight train after that.

“ Wha.. you—sire? No.. OH GOD NO! BERT! “

The woman would then race towards the almost headless body that was once her beloved husband, screaming like a banshee as she knelt beside him. Cradling him in her arms like one would a newborn. The worst part of it all being that Bert, despite his head almost inches away from falling off his shoulders, was still very much alive and experiencing it all. The pain was almost unbearably blinding.

“ Shh, shh it’s okay Bertie you’re gonna be okay.. I’m not gonna let you die like this! He.. WHAT DID YOU DO—I don’t.. I don’t understand, HELP HIM! DON’T JUST STAND THERE?! Oh God.. oh my God-oh my God-oh my God— “

Joan was hysterical up to this point, eyes stinging with tears that refused to fall down her puffy and milky-white cheeks. Her arms seemed to shake with exhaustion as she tried to keep her beloved head firmly against his shoulders. She wanted to throw up. She knew how—brutal, her sire could get.. but she didn’t think he’d—they were both doing so well! Her Bert just wanted what was best for everyone! WHY COULDN’T REMMICK SEE HIS VISION FOR THE HIVE! This—THIS WAS ALL THAT PREACHER'S SONS’ FAULT.

“ ..How could you—AFTER ALL WE’VE DONE! You.. you're a foolish man! This fuckin’ infatuation with that nigger boy is gonna be the downfall of the hive AND you! GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, we lost! You aren't gettin’ your precious griot! So do everyone a favor n’ move on! “

She was screaming, fangs bared, eyes pitched-black and animalistic. If anything it looked like the dumb-broad was actually challenging the elder. But even she knew better than that, the truth was she was pissed-scared out of her mind. She figured that if she were to die now, bloody and beaten like a hog—she might as well tell Remmick off.

“ Bertie.. my love.. Please wake up, please.. “

THE HIVE

She's angry. He can FEEL IT and yet it's nothing compared to his own feelings. His, the ones that mattered, not these lost causes with such stubborn ANIMALISTIC beliefs. They were monsters, predators but a line was being crossed and, as he draws his bloodied trousers up his thighs to squat at her level, his tone lacks the warmth he'd presented Sammy and the Juke. No, it's COLD, flat and matter of fact.

❛ Save 'im. Go on now. You an' the failed BREEDIN' BULL. Little blood from them mucked up veins an' he'll be right as rain... ❜

A familiar grin splits his face then, the 'BUT' hanging heavily in the air between them.

❛ 'Course, if he don' stop in time, he'll FINISH YA OFF. ❜

Penance. Insubordination and blasphemy is what landed them both here, lest they ever forget it. He stands, pants falling back into place, the deep creases a testament to just how much he was enjoying this.

❛ Go on, now. Ain' got much time with y'er DILLY DALLYING. ❜

He'd cross the room, waving his hand at her like he'd asked her for a simple favor instead of a life altering decision. He'd drop into the rickety chair, glistening in Bert's blood as he smiles, teeth sharp and eyes MOLTEN with satisfaction.

❛ Tell me them vows y'went an' took MEAN SOMETHIN'. ❜

@servants-of-the-true-savior

[officalpreacherboy]

I think you're just too handsome Preacher Boy, everyone want a piece of that... i mean, you weren't exactly quiet with Pearline....

-❄🐇 (do you have named anon ? Well now u do ig)

???

Wha-..I don’t-?? Where are all ya folks coming from! I didn’t even know so many people wanted a bite outta me so badly—I don’t know If I should be flattered or scared shitless outta my mind..! Last time someone wanted me this much..Nevermind m’ not about t’ trauma-dump..

But—then again, this Is doing wonders fer’ my ego..So uh, by all means guys keep the compliments n’ stuff coming..I ain’t complaining all that much. If ya uh—want t’ flatter me that Is, don’t want t’ seem like an attention seeker eheh-! But It does feel sorta nice.

N’ when It comes t’ Pearline ya would be hooting like a rooster during sunrise as well-! That lady just has that effect on folks..She's uh—magic like that. Like some siren-goddess come t’ life..

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..GREAT! Now m’ feeling all romantical n’ shit! Thanks a plenty 🐇❄️..!

[officalpreacherboy]

"It's always nice to see a familiar face...."

Feelings mutual ma’am, hope yer’ having a better night than me. But, then again—I guess every night fer’ ya Is a good one? Hah-! Sorry, that was really lame..

[officalpreacherboy]

❝   Whenever I see you, I know I’m home.  ❞

Well, I ain’t all that hospitable, nor am I that easily swayed by hollow compliments dipped In honey t’ make It look all sweet n’ safe. Especially when It comes from razor-mouthed hellspawns who don’t know a lick o’ what personal space n’ boundaries means t’ a person..So keep all those charming words t’ yerself tiger—unless ya want that sick tongue o’ yer’s glued t’ yer’ goddamn forehead like a pin-the-donkey-tail-!

Yer’ kinds full o’ nothing but tricks..M’ tired o’ paying fer’ ‘em. I already made that mistake n’ I don’t plan on making It again..So, fer’ both our sakes—leave me alone. Yer’ just gonna get us both hurt.

[nocturntrelic]

“ I just.. look, sire I know I’m probably the last bastard you’d want to talk to at the moment. Seein’ as you're in one of your uh—moods again, but I’ve come to you with a proposition! So please, hear me out. “

Bert was resting on one leg, kneeling before Remmick like a jester would when presenting a king with dire news.

“ Gossip has been spreadin’ around In Clarksdale like a wildfire.. Especially the more uh—dark corners. I think there’s been a sightin’ of another griot in the area! Fili? Whatever you want to call the prophets. A real beau they said, young.. virgin. Blonde hair, blue eyes.. A girl. All ripe for the takin’ n’ all yours if you’re willin’ sire! Isn’t this great, we can haul the bitch away for you n’ we can kiss this Sammie nonsense goodbye! You’ll have a proper mate, one who isn’t so.. him. “

He was practically bouncing with excitement upon sharing such news, this could mean big things after all! Maybe even ditching Clarksdale altogether, leave the past behind.

“ I—I’ve already gathered up some fledglings for the hunt.. all uh, not under your order but I wanted you to see that I could handle takin’ charge sire! All we need now is your word, and the girl could be yours. “ -BERT.

Fortunately, for Bert, his sire SMILES. Genuine, like he would before a good jig. He'd stand from his chair, setting his whittling down to near the other. A hand ghosts along the side of Bert's neck, hand resting along the hollow where his neck met his shoulder as the elder bent down to meet his fledgling's eyes.

❛ D'ats a long winded way t'say the young thing y'gone an' colluded with's WHITE. ❜

He'd chuckle, a short laugh that ebbs into something that comes from deep within the seat of the sire's belly. It's genuine and that makes it all the more unnerving as he nods his head, grinning like the grandest joke had just been regaled to him.

With a swipe of his hand and the ease of a man blowing out a candle, the ancient beast SLASHES HIS SUBORDINATE'S THROAT. The Irishman steps back, running his tongue along his crimson coated fingers with a look of annoyance gracing his usually placid features as he watches the other struggle while he SPITS the taste of Bert from his lips in hasty disgust.

❛ Thought I done tol' you an' y'er WHORE WIFE what's what. Don' worry, she knows I was PATIENT with the likes a' you but, y'know how y'go an' get. ❜

He smiles with ease but spits words like venom, raising his hand again as claws glisten in the dimly lit room.

❛ It wasn' too long ago when y'er kind chased me outta my home. I swore t'be a better man but, here's a secret you'll be takin' t'that hole y'call a grave...❜

He'd grip the hair along the back of Bert's head, tugging it to the side roughly, flesh splitting apart from the wound he'd already created and the sheer force he found himself using to hold the other in place. Unnecessary but when Bert begins to split like cheap fabric, the elder can't help but smile.

❛ Y'bigots make it so dang REWARDIN'. ❜

The hand comes down then, severing Bert's head from his body. Blood sprays, bathing the irishman as he watches the other bleed into the wooden floor. He tosses the dead weight onto the ground, his once pristine clothing now soaked in the evidence of his temper.

[nocturntrelic]

Ya know..If ya could’ve just asked like a normal fucking fella..All o’ those poor folks wouldn’t o’ have t’ die that night, I mean lord all ya wanted was a song! But, can’t change what’s already been written In blood..

SAMMIE!

His eyes seem to follow every TWITCH the other made. Sammie. The key holder, the one who's soul could transcend time and space as easily as lungs took in air. His tongue feels heavy, WET and mushy, the inkling of HUNGER wanting to be sated.

❛ That you can't, m'little song bird. M'Sammie... ❜

He lingers, itching to TOUCH but he doesn't move. Like a dog with aggression, he tenses every muscle, smile wide and unnerving as he flits through thought after thought. Some are his, some his blood soaked kin. Still, all his attention remains on the other.

❛ But you ain't come here jus' t'give me a TONGUE LASHIN', did ya...? ❜

@officalpreacherboy