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                 @mortiferum​

“Just close your eyes... I’ll be right by your side... Though shots puncture the night...” She sang it softly, breathy and yet, breathless. So tired now...

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❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

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“That doesn’t look good.”

@rosefromdeath

Selene’s lips are pursed closed over her pronounced canines. Her eyes, usually a hazel green tint were now the vibrant icy blue of the Atlantic ocean. Blood dripped from a deep wound in her side, down her black shiny leathers. “I’ve had worse.” She winces, making an effort to smile through the pain. “Do you want to do me a favor? Don’t tell Michael. And get me some blood, please...?”

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                    @halfvampirehalflycan​

  {{ contin. from >here< }}

Selene had thought losing her parents had been difficult but it had to be different, knowing immortality was something only your body possessed and no other close to you. Knowing others would die while you lived on. The Death Dealer hadn’t had to think of that for a very long time... Her keen sense of hearing meant she’d heard the entire thing without him having to utter a word of what was said on the other end of the line.

“I haven’t said anything because there’s nothing I can say that will make things better, Michael.” She says, her eyes meeting his. She’s been watching him, but she wasn’t judging. “I just wanted to stay, in case you needed me. Are you... Are you okay?”

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"Can you walk?"

                   @halfvampirehalflycan

She looks up, nodding once. Affirmative. “Yes.” Her face softened. “Thank you for checking. But we don’t have time...”

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@halfvampirehalflycan || @hxbridized

― caitlyn siehl

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three word starters pt. 2

“don’t you dare.”

“look at me.”

“just forget it.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re being mean.”

“what a mess.”

“you are perfect.”

“jesus fucking christ.”

“you’ll be okay.”

“take a seat.”

“don’t let go.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re the worst.”

“you’re my favorite.”

“i ruined everything.”

“you ruined everything.”

“just trust me.”

“i’m not drunk.”

“i feel lost.”

“i’m so alone.”

“you’re not alone.”

“hold onto me.”

“just come here.”

“stay the night.”

“please just go.”

“please don’t go.”

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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

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                                WHEN I CALL MYSELF A SHELL, I MEAN :                                                                 //  a used up bullet casing                                                 //  the aftermath of something lethal                                                                 //  an echo of inflicted evil

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You won’t get a smile out of her. She doesn’t suffer fools. Not willingly, at any rate.

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{{ we are alive ;; we need to get back here ;; I love and miss every one of you }}

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@hxbridized​

Her heart pounded hard in her chest. It knocked itself furiously against her sternum like a fist coming down on a metal chamber door. She would have smiled at the irony of how right that thought was, how accurate, if only she could have. Now wasn’t the time for smiles. And it wasn’t the time for the feelings she’d felt immediately when she’d seen him the first time. Again, when she’d seen him now.

Michael.

She hadn’t known his name then. The detective in her had been curated and developed over time and it took some doing but once she’d put that face to the name…she’d known. Somehow, she’d known there was more to this than met the eye and that he was at the center of it. Something the Lycans wanted and they would shoot up an entire length of subway to get it, in full view of the public.

Her hunter killer eyes watched from the shadows as he took in the broken open door, the ringing phone that went to voicemail. She sensed his fear, his trepidation, and his anxiety. It was almost as prevalent as the foundation of confusion he’d built it all on. He was like a rabbit in a snare. The struggling would only make the wounds deeper, the pain deeper, brighter. He could bolt but he wouldn’t get far. If it wasn’t she who got him now it would be the Lycans later. And she couldn’t guarantee they’d be any kinder to him; in point of fact, she knew they wouldn’t be.

She slid through the dark as if walking was nothing, as if she levitated and flew over the ground to him. It was effortless and he never heard her coming. Precious, humans were… A hand came up and pinned him to the wall, feet dangling off the ground, useless as her thumb and forefinger depress pressure points on his neck. Not to mention taking his breath away.

“Why are they after you!?” She demanded harshly, her eyes never leaving his even as she had to look up to accomplish it. “Answer me!”

She thought they’d had more time…

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@firstfcrged​

Selene was a stoic survivor of horrors. She didn’t spout off at the mouth all that much and when she did have something to say it was only after watching and listening, gauging the situation and the people involved and what already was – maybe rather possibly – a tenuous interaction at best, and having reached the most viable conclusion to things as she could in the moment. She had always been a silent observer, while simultaneously being about action over words. A warrior heart and a level head.

Just. Like. Sonja.

Which was why she had been made a vampire and the leader of one of the teams of Death Dealers. Whether Selene would ever know it or not, her similarities to Viktor’s own flesh and blood had been the only reason she wasn’t drained, a corpse burnt in the night centuries ago. But Viktor had learned a precious lesson from the daughter he’d replaced with two surrogates, by now; he had learned that the best warrior and the best political mind could not inhabit the same body without a repeat of what happened to Sonja. And so, Selene was never asked to participate in Council meetings or concern herself with anything that did not pertain to her job. Killing. Lycans.

“I have done everything you’ve asked of me.” She spoke out in the chamber, the words reverberating in the damp dark. “I gave you all the proof you require. There is more here than meets the eyes and if you allow me, I will clean it up. Whatever it is. I have not done this lightly, My Lord. I had to!”

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send  ‘ you’re my weakness. ’  for my muse’s reaction

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{{ if you’d like the full view of my selene header, here it is! so pretty! i love the duality of the dark and the light in it. LOVE how it turned out! also the fact that i used images of her across the films is the legit bomb. XD i hope you like! }}

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Underworld (2003)

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