Just Thought About Evelyn Saving Vera Right Before Her Lobotomy (very Much Inspired By The Sense8 Scene

ANSWERED ASK - SERENA

@vervainlacedveins asked: There is one thing about being a vampire that I must fear above all else, and that is loneliness. (Serena)

Loneliness. The word evokes a feeling in the pit of the hybrids stomach similar to if she'd ingested bad blood. Something rattling about in there, crying out, distant yet uncomfortably close all at once. A familiar friend standing in her periphery who she didn't want to look at. It was all she'd ever known.

Though her father had taught her to not dwell on such trivial emotions. Companions were only needed for those still play pretending humanity. "It is not so lonely." She purses her lips, restraining her features from betraying her. "There are other immortals to share in the experience with." Her and her siblings were hardly close but they were the only other ones to have gone through what she had. Though, even then, it was hardly comparative. None of them had to witness how hybrids like them came into this world, none of them had been their father's first experiment. His prototype, pulled apart to see how their kind could come back together again. None of them had to raise themselves. The only one who had been through her with it all was that familiar friend. Loneliness.

one thing Maria still doesn’t like to acknowledge is how her creators primed her to be a soldier the same way she does to her own progenies. Or if she does acknowledge it she doesn’t see it as the manipulation it was, she sees it as “preparing” them.

They had been watching her for weeks before they “saved” her, knowing she would be grateful to them for giving her the gift of immortality and freeing her from her captives. They knew the rage that boiled beneath a broken girl would be useful to protecting their coven. That she would do anything for a family she never had. What they didn’t bet on was her becoming the most powerful of them all, or being the sole survivor in their own bloody wars. How losing the only true family she’d ever known would turn her into a more fearsome warrior than they ever could have dreamed.

ANSWERED ASK - MARIA

@platiinums asked: “how about we don’t do that.” — Spike for Maria

Sweet nothings whispered into the ears of her would be progeny; a young, human man on the brink of unconsciousness in the alley of some lowly bar. Her senses lit up by the blood seeping from the knife wound at his side put there by other humans. Most of whom she had let go - a strategic move. A space left on the chessboard to move a pawn. The dying human would view her as his savior and, along with the frenzy of newly acquired vampiric senses, wish for vengeance on those who had attacked him. Violence and rage she could mould in her hands like putty. Allowing him his revenge and bloodlust would only make him more grateful to her, more malleable. Just what she needed in the perfect soldier. Sharp, red nails adorn slender fingers that move back the hair on his bruised, swollen face, eyes lulling back into his skull. Fangs extend, ready to inject her venom, when she is interrupted by a familiar voice.

Maria's browns do their own roll back into her skull before she drops the human with far less grace than she'd been deploying for her earlier performance of a gentle, angelic saviour. The flow had been ruined! She turns to face the younger vampire, fangs snapping back into her mouth but her disdain still saturating her features. "And why not?" Arms fold across her chest as heeled boots saunter closer to Spike, dark eyes peering up at him. "Last I checked this was my jurisdiction." She stops in front of him, but with a safe enough distance between them if she had to make a speedy exit. He may have been a younger vampire but Maria was not fool enough to take him in combat alone. "It's been a long time, William. What brings you to Mexico?"

KISA — season two

ANSWERED ASK - ROSALIE

@wastheheart asked "you can find me when you need me. " (for rosalie?)

"Do you want me to need you?" Rosalie knows she shouldn't hold so much bite in her tone. The woman - she thinks Carlisle had introduced her as Esme - was likely only trying to help her adjust. But how did one adjust to finding out she'd been saved from a terrible death only to become...whatever THIS was?

Perhaps that isn't what she's angry at; it was true these strange creatures had saved her from death. But she had still endured a fate that felt worse than it beforehand. Now not even the peaceful embrace of darkness could one day save her from reliving those memories. The newborn supposed she did have one question that needed answering from the other woman "Why do you and Carlisle not kill humans? Don't you think sometimes they deserve it?"

Did a nearly 10 hour day today so I’m dead but have tomorrow off so hopefully will get to some replies then. In the mean time, pls don’t hesitate to send me memes if you like 😊

“I brought you something to eat.” They needed to be somewhat alive if they were to be valuable to her father’s experiment. The hybrid takes a steps back from the cage, large eyes cautiously surveying the captive.

context: serena’s father, joham, is a vampire scientist set on making more hybrids but also on how to further “improve” the vampire species. he will periodically conduct experiments on humans, other supernatural creatures or other vampires to test these hypothesis.

open to: anyone

okay so I fear this happens every time I try to come back here (feel like I'm hangin around kicking rocks and not able to get any threads going properly) but this time I'm determined to let it stick. pls like this for a starter call and SPECIFY MUSE !

you are the patron saint of...

didyme: martyrs - the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

serena: bones - patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

vera: heartbreak - not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

chelsea: obsession - patron saint of devotion. of dedication. of passion. of everything you won't call it, in the spaces between. patron saint of holding tight to it until it bleeds. patron saint of pushing it too far. patron saint of staring into the sun until you're blind. patron saint of gazing onto beauty until you can't see anything anymore.

rosalie: horror - you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.

maria: relics - patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

This new world was something else. It was full of so many people, so much colour and noise. The thought of exploring all it had to offer may have once intrigued Didyme, but that was BEFORE her dear brother had placed a dagger in her heart and left her to rot under buildings for millennia. Waking up, the betrayal felt as the day prior, and now everything else was simply overwhelming her senses. She couldn't quite place how long it had been, but long enough that almost everything about the world had changed. When she began asking after her brother, a man had asked her if she'd tried looking him up on something called "Face Book". It was like they were speaking in tongues.

As day begins to break, the ancient vampire decides to bunker down. While she wants to think it was grave robbers who took her daylight ring she fears the more likely explanation - that it was Aro. Another betrayal, though it paled in comparison to his sororicide. Breaking the lock on a place that looked abandoned, a gasp escapes her as she realises she's not alone. Though as quickly as she'd startled, a thought begins to form. She hadn't seen any other vampires since waking, so she hopes if this stranger is another of her kind maybe they might know where Aro is.

"Forgive me, I did not realise this place was occupied." Her voice delicate, graceful. Whether it were another vampire, or simply human prey, her tone intended to make them let their guard down.

open to: anyone possible connections: another vampire or supernatural creature, a human hiding in the abandoned house