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I played alone                         I played on my own                                                          I survived                              an independent and selective multi-muse with muses from                                the vampire diaries and the originals with more to come.

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help a girl out?

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help a girl out?

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They had been training all day. Damon was like a damn drill sergeant. He’d even confiscated their daily pizza delivery. They’d just gotten done running around the property twice. “I am starving. He’d better let us eat after this. You can’t stake vampires if you die of starvation.” He was half teasing. They’d eaten that morning and they really should cut back on the pizza, honestly.

He slowed himself down as they approached the house. “I still can’t believe that Elena is okay with Damon helping you. Doesn’t that seem weird to you?” He questioned, his blue eyes settling on the darker ones of his friend. “I  mean, the guy is a dick and he definitely doesn’t care about either of us.”

The two of them had been training for what seemed like years, but in actuality, he knew that it was only a few hours. Damon had been drilling them like they were superhuman, and at times, Jeremy swore that they were in some sort of boot camp that they definitely hadn’t signed up for. “True.. I wonder if we could find a way to sneak things past him. There’s got to be a way to distract him somehow.”

Slowing down to match Matt’s pace, he shook his head, “Not anymore. I mean, yeah, things were bad in the past, and yeah, he’s still a dick, but.. for some reason, he means something to Elena, and I have to respect that.”

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“Amazing how once upon a time you wanted me dead.” Her head tilted up as she looked at him. “Now you want me to carry this baby and not kill each other. Interesting don’t you think?” She was amused, she would say that much. As she usually was around him lately. She needed to keep that in check.

The younger male shrugged his shoulders, letting out a little laugh as she spoke of their situation. “It’s a little bit crazy when you say it all out loud, but truthfully, I can’t say I regret anything — except maybe the few times that you tried to kill me,” he teased her, his hands rubbing and down her back. “I will say though.. it may make me naive, but I think that somewhere under that tough exterior, you’ve got a good heart.”

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      “nothing is wrong.”             liar.

“Funny.. I didn’t ask what’s wrong — so now  I’ll ask for real.. what’s wrong?”

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When somebody had whispered that there was a handsome young man filling out a job application in the lobby, she had never expected it to be him. And yet here she was, a few months into this job, and she had absolutely no say in the hiring process. Her boss would be as blown away with his talent as she was from the very first moment they met.  ❝ I’m sure you’ll get the job. ❞ She replied, fighting back the butterflies in her stomach.  ❝ I’m surprised and flattered that I made that much of a first impression. But I also think you should know I’m seeing someone. ❞

Jeremy was curious just what she was thinking, hoping that she didn’t believe that he was some sort of crazy stalker. However, he had felt a connection when they’d met, and it was something that he wasn’t ready to let go of. He wanted to test that she felt the same way. “Do you? Well, thanks, that means a lot,” he nodded. Furrowing his brow as she spoke once more, he bit down on the inside of his cheek, trying not to show too much disappointment at the fact that she was seeing someone. “Oh.. well, I’m sure they’re very lucky.”

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“ Aiden Marcel? “ There was QUESTION in her voice, the witch unsure if there was someone he’d want to honor or even a NAME he’d prefer when it came to the child. Davina had a STRONG feeling it would be a boy, mother’s instinct if you would, or WISHFUL thinking. She wanted a BABY BOY, a little boy she could spoil & take to visit his ‘ Uncle’s ‘. A boy not BURDENED by the supernatural. “ What about if it’s a girl though? “ 

“Aiden Marcel..” he repeated, considering the name as he spoke it. “I think that could work,” he nodded. It’d be nice to not have to worry about anything for their child but their name. Everything else would work itself out, he only hoped that it would continue to be alright in the long run. Thinking a moment as she asked about if it was a girl, he pursed his lips. “Hmm..” After a moment, thoughts of his sister came to mind, as well as their friend that had been lost. “Elena Camille..?” he suggested.

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❝ Just don’t take too long or the hot water might all be gone. ❞ She backed up a few steps before winking at him and turning around slowly, taking note of where the cameras were in the room before disappearing into the bathroom. Whether he joined her or not that was his prerogative but at least it gave them some space they could talk freely and go over anything they needed without being watched or listened in on.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he nodded, smirking as she winked. He waited for a few moments before taking his shirt off and heading toward the bathroom himself. Opening the door, he slipped inside, murmuring a quiet ‘hey’ as he closed the door behind himself. “So.. you’ve done some research on these people, right? Do you have any ideas on how to truly get to the center of it all?”

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❝ I’m just wondering who is going to mow the grass. ❞

“I’ll give you a hint — it won’t be me.”

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not doing anything but drafting tonight since i’m very tired both physically and emotionally, but i’ve been considering some things, and — 

like this if you’d still play with me if i moved rebekah, elena, kat, jeremy, bonnie, and likely some other characters to a multi-muse blog?

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“I may see dead people, but I’m not psychic.  Wanna tell me what you’re thinking?”

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                        YOUNG HYBRID beats OLD VAMPIRE

                                                                   every time

an independent tyler lockwood account written by court (est. 5/14/16)

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                    His eyes glance down at his wrist before looking over at Jeremy’s, and his mind is racing before he lets himself look at his friend’s eyes again. Tyler knows that the time to choose is coming, and he isn’t ready for any of it. “God, no.” Tyler shook his head, “I thought I’d run away or be one of the first to have a changed mark… But here we are.”

                    Jeremy nodded as he listened to Tyler before allowing himself to move closer. When the two had seen each other appear on their list of possible matches, it surprised Jeremy a bit, but he knew out of anyone, he’d likely be most comfortable with Tyler and vice versa. Having someone that already knew how you worked mentally could be a big plus to them. However, he also knew that being a sub wasn’t easy for Tyler, and he intended to try his best to make it a little easier. “In the end, I’m glad that we were connected as a possible match though. We know each other.. it helps.”

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“ I’d love EITHER, but I’d love a little boy with your SMILE. “ She titled her head back to look at Jeremy, a soft smile on her face. “ We could name him AIDEN… “ Her smile dimmed slightly around the edges at the mention of the FRIEND she’d lost, but there was no one ELSE she’d rather honor by naming her child after them…except maybe MARCEL.

Jeremy grinned at her words, feeling a slight smile rise on his cheeks at the thought. He’d be happy with either gender, just as long as they weren’t too burdened with all of the things that he and Davina had went through at a young age. “I’d like that,” he nodded, thinking about the name. Aiden was a strong name, and he knew it would be important to Davina, so it was already alright with him.

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Weeks of snow had led to her blood supply running low, and it had been two days since she had run out of her stash, causing a low throbbing headache to set in. If the snow didn’t let up soon she’d soon find herself in a position that wouldn’t be good for anyone. So for now she kept her distance as far as she could from Jeremy, taking up residence in the sofa window seat and watching the snow fall. 

It didn’t take long for him to notice how Elena seemed to be avoiding him, and it soon became obvious to him just what was going on. He hated to see her doing without, and he knew that soon enough, she might lose control. It would be better now to get this out of the way before she really lost it. So, with that in mind, he entered the room with a cup of hot chocolate in hand, offering it to her carefully. “I thought you might like something to warm you up.”

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Soft little hums periodically escaped from her lips as his mouth tended to her neck. Not once did she falter in running her hand back and forth over his length, instead she picked up speed as she felt him pulse in her hand.  ❝ Oh I’m sure I’ll probably lose count but I intend on beating that number. ❞ She intended on exhausting him out thoroughly.

He couldn’t help but let out a little groan, feeling her pick up speed with the movements of her hand, his eyes falling closed as he nodded. “Oh, I’ll be sure to make certain that you do lose count. I want to go until you can’t remember your own name and everything is soaked,” he growled lowly against her jaw, giving it a little nip. One of his hands moved between them, fingers soon finding her clit and beginning to circle the little bud, wanting her to be nice and ready once he finally entered her.