supernatural madonna

[scpernaturalmadonna]

here he is, the sarcastic selfish diva asshole that started it all.

hey everyone! i’m super excited to be here and play this guy who i think was done so dirty on the show - ugh. anyways, little bit about him for those who are not familiar with his story:

silas

2000 year old psychic witch.

silas was born in ancient greece and fell in love with a woman named amara. 

basically he was a member of a very powerful group of witches called the travelers and he tricked another witch named qetsiyah to assist him on a spell that would make them immortal. by tricked i mean, he seduced her and she fell in love with him.

now because he is a piece of shit, he stole the potion and shared it with amara instead of qetsiyah, thus becoming the first immortal creature.

yeah he cheated on qetsiyah and left her on the altar. lets just say she didn’t take it well and pretty much convinced him that she killed amara and then turned him into stone. and he has been trapped that way, starving, for 2000 years. the whole woman scorn saying? originates from her.

she left him with the immortality cure in the hopes that he would eventually drink it and die so he could be with amara again but he never did cause hes a stubborn guy.

he was found by the gang and woken up by katherine.

this whole cure thing is a mess that i can’t really explain in a few words so lets just say that he eventually took the cure and was ready to die to be with amara until he realized that she was not actually dead.

stefan ended up killing him eventually and after spending some time trapped on the other side he was eventually sucked into hell where he spent years being tortured - oh fun.

now he’s back with revenge on his mind because fuck everyone.

he is a very powerful witch and he is not subtle with his powers. uses it whenever he wants against whomever he wants. he also reads minds but im not going to use this on your character without asking first so no worries. 

currently he is working as a witch for hire because he has no real new worldly talents lbr. like hes not going to get a 9/5 job 

some people mistake him for his doppleganger and he does take advantage of that whenever he can

personality

he really just cares about himself so everyone else is pretty much disposable. people to him are means to an end. you know, like pawns on a chest board.

super sarcastic, blunt, uncaring, superficial, narcissistic, self absorbed, arrogant, cruel, sadistic, just - the actual worst.

he has a very dark sense of humor and can be extremely exhausting to be around him.

he is not a nice guy, lets just leave it at that.

the love he had for amara might have been his one and only redeemable quality tbh. but he thinks she’s dead ( again ) so he has none.

wanted

amara, of course.

i think it would be fun for qetsiyah to come back and make him miserable. they could go head to head again.

clients? people who need witchy stuff done. a dark object here and there? a curse to be placed on someone? he ain’t cheap though.

people who will confuse him with stefan and he might play along for shits and giggles.

doppleganger party. he will judge their hair and insist he’s the better looking one.

[scpernaturalmadonna]

❛ THE SHIP THAT LAUNCHED A THOUSAND SHIPS ❜

[giftvd]

[hwoodreinhart]

To say Elena was on high alert would be an understatement. It seemed like every time she was out and about by herself, she would get even more paranoid. Her biggest concern was of course Stefanie's safety, no matter what, she'd make sure that her daughter was safe. But being on a run early in the morning, she swore she could hear footsteps behind her. Stopping in her tracks, Elena looked behind her. "Is someone there? I can hear footsteps." She called, looking around her from every angle. @heathenstarters

[scpernaturalmadonna]

silas is out on his morning jog. now that he is not immortal he figures he needs to start worrying about his overall health and being in shape. he passes some people who are out walking their dogs, having empty conversations about their stupid jobs and spoiled children. now that he thinks about it, he is actually happy he never got a chance to procreate. then, just as he’s turning the corner, someone bumps into him. not subtly either, but a full body slam. “fuck!” he calls out before realizing who it was. when his eyes see her he is filled with mixed emotions. part nostalgia, part disgust. this is not amara. “you should be more careful.”

[ofchaoticminds]

The chime was enough to tell him someone had walked into Rousseau's, it wasn't like Damon had his vampire hearing anymore to rely on. Often times, he found himself missing it. But he wouldn't have Stefanie if he were still a vampire, and she was the best thing that's happened to him. "We're closed." Damon spoke, not looking up from the paperwork as he signed it. "We should be open tomorrow though." He adds, finally looking up. @heathenstarters

[scpernaturalmadonna]

the bell making an obnoxious sound as he walks through the door. instantly, he notices the lack of patrons in the place, which is obvious since he made a point to come here after hours. damon sounds off, telling him that he should come back tomorrow and judging by the lack of surprise in his voice, silas assesses that he has not seen him. “oh come on, you can make an exception for little ol’ me.” he tells him, taking a sit by the bar. “i hear that this place makes the best  sazerac.”

[scpernaturalmadonna]

@heartunderneath

[heartunderneath]

@heathenstarters

god did his heart HURT, the last thing stefan recalled was the BURN on his skin. he had been holding down katherine, he had been saving damon, he had been saving mystic falls. he was married, he was happy and then he was dead. he had been content to die. for the people he loves, stefan would die any day. it was leaving those same people behind that made him despair, that made him feel guilt like no other. knowing they would survive his death didn't make having left them any easier. so imagine his SURPRISE when he woke up--- where was this?? new orleans ?? "what the hell is going on?"

[scpernaturalmadonna]

he finds himself walking around the city when suddenly he stumbles upon a sight for sore eyes. stefan salvatore. the last time silas saw him he was in the midst of a panic attack as he jammed a blade in his gut. r u d e. and now, thanks to the magic that rippled through the city they were both alive and well. or, at least he was because stefan looked like he had just been put through the wringer. ❝ well, took you long enough. ❞ considering he’s been back for a few days now while stefan seemed to have taken his sweet ass time. the simple act of looking at his shadow self fills him with dullness. really, would it kill him to smile once in a while? silas rolls his eyes, making his judgement of the whole brooding situation the vampire has going for him apparent. ❝ you know it’s a good thing you’re technically dead, stefan - or your frown would be covered in wrinkles.❞ he snorts now, taking the few steps he needed to close the gap between them. ❝ what, no hug? don’t tell me you’re still mad about that whole - drowning thing? ❞

[scpernaturalmadonna]

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[scpernaturalmadonna]

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            he  probably  thinks  he’s  clever.   funny,  even.    she’s  not  impressed  though  and  she’s  certainly  not  amused.   if  she  wasn’t  who  she  was,  a  better  person  –  someone  who  tried  to  take  the  high  road,  she  thinks  she’d  enjoy  slamming  his  head  repeatedly  into  the  table  his  feet  currently  rest  on.    instead  she  smiles,  shoves  his  feet  off  the  table  and  levels  a  glare  his  way.   “  i  think  it  was  the  condescending  look  on  your  face.  or  maybe  i’ve  just  got  a  sixth  sense  when  it  comes  to  detecting  bullshit. ”    she’s  never  taken  it  from  anyone,  so  she  certainly  won’t  take  it  from  this  clown.   

        “  we’ve  got  an  open  door  policy  here,  but  that  doesn’t  apply  to  people  who  mess  with  other  people. ”    she  realizes  why  he  looks  familiar;   it’s  stefan  salvatore,  except  …  not.    stefan’s  a  vampire,  but  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  compel  another  vampire.   this  must  be  the  other  one  …  the  witch.    (  the  doppelganger  )     she  cocks  her  head  to  the  side,  decides  maybe  she’ll   S T R A Y   from  the  high  road  –  just  for  a  second.    “  huh.   suddenly  i  get  why  everyone  thinks  stefan’s  the  better  doppelganger. ”   she  can’t  help  herself,  drums  her  fingers  against  the  table.   “  definitely  funnier,  and  i’d  even  say  he’s  better  looking.   there’s  always  one,  right  ?   i’m   a  twin,  i  should  know. ”      it’s  not  even  said  with  any  envy  or  contempt.   sean  was  always  the  best  of  the  two  of  them,   even  in  death  that  hasn’t  changed.   “  so  unless  you’re  here  to  atone  for  your  sins, ”   which,  for  the  record,  she’s  sure  he  isn’t,  “…  i  think  you  should  go. ”

she’s a FEISTY one. he can tell, and not because he is being intrusive and reading her mind but because of the attitude. walking up to him to push his feet off the table ( with a little of his help ). silas straightens himself up on the couch, letting his eyes scan the features of his present company. guess some might look at - camille - and consider her a real beauty. golden hair, fair skin, pouty lips. he remains unimpressed, however. he never liked blondes. too plain. too white bread. still, someone thought she was beautiful. there is some intensity about her, that’s for sure. a ferocity? DEMONS, everyone has them. she died, violently. both times. as a human and as vampire, to return back to earth as some kind of guiding light. what is she? “ does this mean we can’t be friends? ” 

he knows she recognizes his face before he can see it displayed in her eyes. “ wow, never heard that one before. not a doppleganger though, why do people keep making that mistake ? ” he expresses this with a heavy scoff and a tone of annoyance because frankly he so bored with the subject. ah, a twin. and suddenly a whole new can of worms breaks loose. there is blood, violence, screams and a whole lot of tears. “ you mean were a twin. ” silas jumps to his feet, overly dramatic, and with a grin on his face that makes you want to introduce it to your fist. “ sean, right? what a tragic story. compelled by witches to massacre so many.” he tsks his way closer, but not so much that he is invading her personal space. “ don’t be silly camille. were not done talking.”

[scpernaturalmadonna]

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there he was again. it wasn’t stefan, henrik could tell that much. though he hadn’t caught the other man ( the other DOPPLEGANGER’S ) name last time. “i-” the answer would have been a polite NO, but the crash behind them was all too attention consuming. the sound carries, approaching and growing in volume. his jaw literally drops at the sight of it. big harry and gross, kind of murderous, kind of TERRIFYING. and there goes the concrete. he frowned at the sight of it, concrete, bent around the thing’s hand. handled like plastic, so easy to break and diminish, the strength of his power right on display. there was little time to acknowledge the beast’s presence and high tailing it out of there before the things eyes was on them.

the creature rushed at them and a structure of a shiver slammed into henrik but alas NO. the thing tripped on it’s ( GIGANTIC ) feet. slipping and falling right onto it’s face ( that was where it’s face was, right? ). he watched as the girl scrambled away in screams and the thing ( pathetic, it looked, actually, though henrik wasn’t fond of that word and it’s sad connotations it was ACCURATE ). then there was LAUGHING and henrik turned to the other beside him. “i don’t know about that, i’m just grateful not to be, ya know. eaten.” properly eaten, not the type of when a vampire sucked onto his blood but EATEN.

the THING stares at them as if he’s preparing for a fight. does he want to do that? silas is not exactly a fighter and he hates putting himself in situations where he ran the chance of losing a limb or two. not that he could lose a limb but you get the gist. he wonders what kind of vampire henrik is. some vampires are impulsive and reckless and love the feeling of a good fight. they love to feel their blood pumping with adrenaline and that feeling of euphoria that came with the possibility of their imminent death. well, silas COULD NOT DIE and he was too lazy to be bothered. at the same time, he was not going to walk away and hide like a rat when someone was there to witness it. he has a reputation or whatever. 

he feels like removing his jacket just so it wouldn’t get ruined, but he doesn’t have enough time and the act would have made the whole thing too over dramatic. when the thing comes at him, silas moves with quick reflexes out of its way, expecting the demon? ( whatever the fuck that is ) to turn around and try and grab him again, but instead he watches as it crashes against the wall I. “ well, this is disappointing. ” he walks towards the passed out creature and KICKS him across the ribs, or where the ribcage is supposed to be located and it doesn’t move. “ huh,  i think it just killed itself.” he releases a soft chuckle and then turns to face his companion. “ what do you suppose it was? ” 

[scpernaturalmadonna]

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         she’s  in  her  office  when  she  hears  the  screaming.   she’s  on  her  feet  before  she  has  a  chance  to  think,  swings  the  door  open  and  comes  face  to  face  with  a  hungry  vampire.   thankfully,  this  feels  like  just  another  tuesday  —   new  orleans  prepared  her  for  whatever  life  might  throw  her  way.   she  was  no  weakling  then  but  she’s  something  else  now;    she  casts  a  spell,  freezes  the  student  with  her  magic.    “  i’m  pretty  sure  there’s  something  in  the  handbook  about  not  snacking  on  the  faculty.  ”    she  sighs,  brings  both  of  her  hands  up  to  rest  on  either  side  of  the  vampire’s  head.    she  focuses  her  magic  on  healing,  let’s  her  eyes  slip  shut  until  the  student’s  slumping  forward  in  a  daze.    she  catches  them,  carefully  leads  them  over  to  the  couch  in  her  office.  it’s  comfortable  and  she  expects  they  won’t  wake  up  for  a  bit.   whitelighter  magic  can  pack  quite  the  punch.    

        in  the  interim,  she  can  try  to  figure  out  what  the  hell  happened.   she  follows  the  path  of  confused  looking  students,  ensures  a  professor  is  with  them,  before  heading  down  the  front  steps.    when  she  spots  someone  she  doesn’t  recognize,  she  goes  on  the  offensive.   she  raises  her  hands,  conjures  orbs  of  light  and  sets  her  gaze  on  the  man.   “  something  tells  me  you  DON’T  belong  here. ”     her  smile  cracks;   cold,  unwelcoming.   “  …  and  if  i’d  have  to  guess,  i’d  say  you  had  something  to  do  with  what  just  happened  in  there.  i  seriously  don’t  believe  in  coincidences.  ”   no,  she’d  been  around  the  block  too  many  times  for  that.   she  knew  better.  

it doesn’t take long for the friendly chatter to be replaced with the SCREAMING sounds of frightened victims. confused looks replacing smiles. silas is not someone who thrives on chaos but he doesn’t shy away when given the opportunity to cause some of it. and this school is looking rather dull for his tastes. lacks that bay area charm and it could definitely benefit from a paint job. a little red never HARMED anyone. of course in a school full of witches and other magical beings it is only a matter of time before some party pooper decides to end the fun. order came a lot sooner than he’d wanted it too, but he supposes that people here are used to dealing with these sort of thing on the daily. he is actually curious to know what happens during a full moon. party central. 

he’s sitting on one of the couches with his legs spread out in front of him. feet planted on the table, crossed at the ankles. and he scans the room, getting not only names, but wants, fears, secrets. he is in the middle of a feast of information when the blonde interrupts him. quite violently, as a matter of fact. sending what looks like a BLUE ORB towards him. a warning shot, for all he has to do is tilt his head to the side and feel a warm breeze against his cheek. “ really? what was your first clue? ”

[scpernaturalmadonna]

What is Silas style? (clothing wise)

pretty casual since he has not been around to be influenced by fashion. so he chooses comfort above everything. pair of jeans, t-shirts, v-necks and henleys. leather jackets, black dickies, biker boots. also, he doesn‘t accessorize. lots of blacks, greys and browns and blues. at times he throws on bottom up shirts that he wears with the sleeves rolled up. for the most part hes pretty chill.

[scpernaturalmadonna]

he bumps into that MIKAELSON kid outside the bar with a cigarette hanging loosely in between his lips. “ hey man, you wouldn’t happen to have a light would you? ” and then he hears it. the growl. a loud crashing sound. “ what the hell was that? ”, he wonders as the loud sound repeats, this time a little bit closer. again, closer. and closer. until there it is, standing several feet away with its back turned. it’s big, hairy and has long claws that are being dragged across the pavement. the thing moves one of his arms, slamming it on the wall and punching a hole right through the concrete. silas finds himself frozen, staring at this thing like in some cheap monster movie. “ psst - we should get the fuck out of here before…." too late. apparently the thing has perfect hearing because it turns around and takes off running in their direction. 

he has seen ugly creatures before, but this one takes the cake. not only is he unproportionate, but he seems to have HAIR coming out of every inch of its body. the thing is massive and it is coming right for them, so why is he not moving? whatever form of panic that he might have been feeling at the moment simply vanishes when he sees the events that follow. the creature, in his rush, has tripped over himself and has landed face first on the gravel. the girl it had been dragging along the road is released from its grip and takes the opportunity to run away. not only is he physically impaired, but he does not have much to speak of in the brain department. silas sees everything through the lens of a camera. as if he is watching a video in slow motion. it takes him a few minutes to land and make a loud whining sound that causes silas to begin to laugh. the pitifulness that this creature is projecting is too much for him to keep his composure.  “ i don’t know about you, but i have second embarrassment. ” @ofisolaticn​

[harryeds]

Paul Wesley in Treats! Magazine. 

[scpernaturalmadonna]

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  It  H U R T  because it was the last thing he expected, the last thing he’d even believe he could have and yet he felt the PAIN of this. That she had to be here, that she had to live. Not because she didn’t deserve to but rather that he worried what being stuck here would bring her…(if she’d get hurt because of him or in spite of him).So maybe that pain was showing more, it was easier to show the pain and maybe she’d be proud of his progress: that he was both a Ripper and showing emotion all at the same time. 

 He’d almost stayed paused for a little too long, the door creaking from a draft that hit it ended up being the thing that woke him up. “Hey..” his voice soft in ways that it typically wasn’t for most people (people that he wouldn’t place under the label of family or those he cared about) and he even managed the smallest of smiles. “OF COURSE I DO.”

     this is TOO easy. so easy that he feels like a cheap whore. the look on stefan’s face is priceless though, and somehow makes the entire thing worth it. silas is curious to find out how long it would take for the vampire to realize his mistake. That he is not actually talking to his best friend but with an old enemy. The last time he saw stefan they were in the woods and he was acting a little off. well, he himself was acting strangely as well. some witchy interference before the holidays. judging by the look on stefan’s face silas could tell that things were back to normal. “ well - im here now so you dont have to miss me anymore.” she smiles, taking a step inside his apartment and looking around. stefan thinks too much and it is like a feast to the senses when you‘re a psychic. they had found PEACE together? how sweet. so sweet he might actually vomit. he learns everything he needs to know about lexi branson in a span of five minutes. best friend who was killed by damon. the one who was always there to bring stefan back from the brink of insanity. “ do i not get a hug? what kind of welcoming party is this? ”

[scpernaturalmadonna]

    the salvatore school. sounds laughable when he says it out loud. actually - it sounds stupid in his head too. yet, silas’ curiosity is what leads him here. to see what the big deal is. why anyone thought it was a good idea to name a school after STEFAN SALVATORE,  the dullest creature to ever live. funny how things work out. how the villain of your story could be the hero in everyone else’s. guess you could apply the same logic to himself. after all, he did try to kill him and his friends but that is neither here nor there. BYGONES OR WHATEVER. at first glance the place looks like any other boarding school but it does not take long for him to notice the different species fraternizing, acting like they were besties. happy faces all around. lets change that. “ you - ” he addresses the first kid who bumps into him. no, not a kid but a vampire. PERFECT “ you’re starving - go find someone to eat. preferably a teacher. ”  @scgecdvice​

[scpernaturalmadonna]

αмαяα

amara hums in disapproval. “ you sound so surprised… haven’t you noticed my fierceness before? ” she brings one hand into his hair, treading her fingers through the strands. it feels good to have him in her arms again. despite how much stronger he is, a part of her feels protective. my silas, she thinks and holds him tighter. his compliments don’t make her blush anymore, but the kiss pressed into her skin steals her breath away. then he lowers his lips down to her collarbone and she knows where he is going with this, he has done it before. a long, long time ago, in another lifetime.

she lets out a gasp when he lifts her off the couch, then she laughs. “ silas! ” he carries her towards the stairs, bumping into the table in the process. between kisses, she manages to ask, “ am i not allowed to walk indoors? ” he seems to want to carry her everywhere, but she doesn’t mind it for it keeps him close. the stairs pose a challenge, but they eventually reach the bed. he drops her on the bed and amara pulls him down with her, smiling into yet another kiss. never enough. “ you couldn’t wait another second, could you? ” she reaches down to lift the skirt of her dress over her thighs. she would be lying if she said she didn’t want this too. “ i’ve missed you too. ”

     “ no, you get to be carried around like a princess. ” she laughs and he truly believes that to be the most beautiful sound. makes his HEART grow twice in size. all happy and full. who knew he could feel this way again after everything that has happened. a few more steps. silas has good balance and so he manages to make it to the bedroom without any fatal accidents. kisses her. introductory and slow but not at all innocent.  he’s given up on innocence forever ago.  “ i waited -.”  another kiss, a little tongue. “ 2000 years.”  one hand moving up her leg. “ not a second longer. ”

     he looks at her. RED CHEEKS, heart pounding, breathing a little faster than normal. she pulls him close, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his lips with hers. he kisses her a little harder now, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. her skin feels so warm and their clothes are the last things between them. they need to be gone. he wants nothing between them now. silas just wants her and her skin and her lips to touch him.  amara is FLUSHED and ragged and she’s making him flushed and ragged already and they haven’t even started yet and why are they still wearing clothes ? he slips his feet out of his shoes and kicks them off, trying to keep his face against hers. the straps of her dress are easy enough, and he nips at her earlobe to distract ( or add to, either one really ) from his hands pushing them off her shoulders, one side at a time.  They hung loose on her arms, waiting to be shimmied out of. 

     “ you’re so soft.” a whisper against her throat. silas can feel her pulse on his lips.  it occurs to him that he could probably feel her even if he isn’t touching her, and though that’s impossible, he BELIEVES IT.  “ i love you, amara.”  smiles against her mouth. kissing again, he doesn’t want to stop kissing her. This time somehow more heated than before.