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“Yeah, doofus — they would’ve anticipated your every move.” Noah mimicked the advice and while she managed to sound stern, she was by no means serious. Neither had she come to train because she only enjoyed sweating during other circumstances. She was bored. To continue her little game she crossed her arms and leaned her weight against the helpful man rather than the opposite door frame. She was small so she figured he could handle it. If anything he’d get mad but she was used to any possible reaction to her little antics. “You should be like five years ahead, think about your future spouse and kids and mortgage and the grey in your hair — that’s how you kill a man. If that’s what we’re trying to do.” 

He gave an exasperated huff of his chest as the younger mutant mimicked his own words. Green eyes shifted their gaze from the mutants sparring together to the blonde haired mutant stood beside him; Noah, or Banshee as she was known by some. Noah leaned on him, and Luke’s brows raised, cocking his head to the side with an incredulous look in his eyes. She was leaning on him. She was actually leaning against him as if he was a human pillar. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, clearing his throat with a frown. If she wanted to use him as a leaning post, then Luke was more than happy to give the younger mutant a surprise demonstration of his ability. He dipped his head, biting back a smile as he felt the familiar tingling sensation spread through every fibre of his being as his particles began to vibrate at an inhuman speed that allowed him to become incorporeal. He felt himself coming undone, each particle moving more and more rapidly until each one was humming in a unified buzz. The next sound was simple, the familiar thud of what once was a girl leaning against a pillar. Falling like one herself.

❝ Need a hand? ❞ He asked in a deadpan tone of voice.  

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stefan+ being charming af (also hot af)

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sassy motherfucker

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Stefan “swag swag on me” Salvatore

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Sometimes when you were hurting, all you wanted was for someone to come and hold you until you stopped shaking. And all too often, no one would come. And so, you learned to hold yourself. And so, you learned to find sanctuary within your own mind. And so, like this, you learned to survive.

Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)

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———  ᴅɪsᴄᴏʀᴅ:

“Really?” Trinity said, feeling sore and tired. She thought she had been doing something right, actually landing the move correctly. But it seemed she was wrong. ‘You think this is gonna protect you,’ She knew it was just an illusion, her fears inducing it. The image of her mother walking the edge of the mat. She turned to focus on Luke, nodding at him. “Yeah, you’re right,”

❝ It’s your feet. ❞ Luke explained, ❝ You keep shifting your stance before each punch, it’s a dead give away. ❞ Luke didn’t mean to berate her, but he knew how important even the smallest of details could be in combat. He didn’t want to risk her running into trouble the next time she left The Compound, unequipped to fully defend herself. He’d be damned if he lost another mutant to Sentinel Services.     

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❝ You’re showing your next move before you even make it. ❞ Luke said matter-of-factly, observing the mutants body language as they twisted and turned their body before actually making their next attack.  ❝ If that was a real enemy they would have anticipated your every move. ❞ He leaned his weight against the door frame, folding his arms across his chest and surveyed the rest of the mutants who occupied the training room. He understood why the training facility was becoming the hot spot of activity lately, he’d spent more hours in here himself than usual, and he couldn’t blame anybody else for doing the same either. Sentinel services were cracking down on their hunt for mutants, their kind were being arrested for nothing more than existing these days. He understood the need to blow off a little extra steam.

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———  ʜᴀʏᴡɪʀᴇ:

         ‘  NO WELCOME BANNER? —  after the shit i just went through the least i deserve is someone greeting me with a scotch or    s o m e t h i n g. ’    a black leather bag slipped off of her shoulder and landed on the floor by her feet. whilst she hadn’t expected a parade, she been naive enough the imagine that word might’ve spread about what had gone down with sentinal services,  ‘ about a dozen mutants just got seized by sentinel services in a down town bar that was supposed to be safe.  so yeah,  they’re not dickin’ around anymore.’  her shoulders relaxed slightly,  allowing the safety of the underground to take the weight off her shoulders — until her eyes became aware of the wreck she stood in front of.  ‘ the FUCK… ’   she turned her head, both surveying the damage and looking for anyone that could answer the multitude of questions she had,  ‘please tell me you guys are just redecorating.’

❝ We’ve been a little busy. ❞ Luke replied, taking two steps at a time as he descended the staircase, gesturing towards the rubble and ruin of what was left of the east wing of the old, abandoned library. Luke was about to ask her who she was and how she found them when he reached the bottom step, realisation sweeping across his features as the information she had just dumped on him truly sunk in. A dozen mutants were seized in a bar by sentinal services. His feet carried him forwards while his brain tried to grapple with the information that more mutants had fallen into the hands of sentinal services. ❝ Tell me everything that happened. ❞ He ordered, folding his arms across his chest, green eyes unwavering as they stared into the dark brown of her own.

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———  ɴᴇᴡᴛᴏɴ:

“And yet, it’s their word on the paper and not ours.” Kiara couldn’t care less what was said on the newspaper; what was important to her was what was said within the walls of the Underground — that’s what she had to report back. But, of course, she would feign anger if she had to. “It’s like we’re demon spawns in the eyes of these people. Kinda wished I had the power to control fire to burn every goddamn paper I find.” There we go.

❝ Good luck finding a paper that will print your side of the story. ❞ His voice was laced with a bitterness that was reserved only for the narrow minded humans that heard the word mutant and assumed they were terrorists and criminals. Like his neighbours who had caused the car accident that killed his college girlfriend and every other ass hole who thought all mutants were the enemy. ❝ People are scared of what they don’t understand. ❞ Luke wasn’t sure if he was trying to remind him or her of that, but he knew he needed to try and remain pragmatic and level headed in front of the new arrivals, instead of suggesting that instead of burning down all the newspapers she could find, she should start with the newspaper buildings. 

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———  ᴇʟʟᴇ:

There were a lot of people that didn’t sleep in this place. Be it insomnia or just an excess of energy that wasn’t burned off throughout the day. Syn just couldn’t get used to the new sleeping arrangements. The opened doors, the shared spaces, the snoring. Damn the snoring. Elle found herself walking through the darkness, using a lit tea candle for light, trying to find the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for the brunette to find the door that led to the compounds food supply, pushing the door open and setting the candle down as Elle blinked her eyes to allow her eyes to get used to the dark. She moved slowly, attempting not to make a sound as she shifted through cupboards and coolers, searching. “Where the hell do these guys store their booze.” She muttered to herself, turning her nose up at a bottle of cooking sherry she had found. That would do in a pinch but as a last resort.

Elle’s eyes widen as she scores pay dirt, opening a cooler that held warm bottled beer. Not exactly the best but better than dry sherry. Threading bottlenecks through a few of her fingers, she closes the cooler and turns, nearly jumping out of her skin at who was looking at her in the door frame of the room she was in. “Christ, you scared the shit out of me.” She peers downward, lifting a hand that held two of the four beers she had collected. “Wanna drink?”

Sleep had once again evaded him, leaving him to wander through the corridors of The Compound while everybody else either slept peacefully or occupied themselves with other things until they could drift silently away to sleep. At first he had wandered aimlessly, allowing his feet to carry him wherever they wanted to, but eventually he found himself doing a security sweep and a perimeter check until he heard the sound of rummaging coming from the kitchen facility. The likelihood that it would be a real threat to them was slim, only a handful of mutants knew how to reach The Underground, but even then he couldn’t be too careful.

❝ I seem to be making a habit of that. ❞ Luke confessed, folding his arms across his chest as his eyes fell upon the brunette, and then shifted to the beer bottles in her hand. He nodded in response to her question, stepping forward and reaching for one of the bottles. He pressed his thumb firmly against the cap for a moment, allowing the rim of the beer bottle to phase through it. ❝ I know why I’m awake at this hour, patrolling the compound but why are you? ❞

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———  ꜰʀᴀᴄᴛᴀʟ:

“How about instead of coming to me every time your phone dies you buy a fucking charger and have some self-agency. I’m a person, not your fucking personal battery, and I’m only going to ask you once to get the fuck out of my face.” 

Nora was hardly the person to be throwing around insults to anyone desperate for a few more battery percentages, but after over a week of sorting through and reassembling what she could of the east wing, day-to-day requests were like her nerves running through a cheese grater; they ran down to the root real fast. Did she mean to snap? No. Did they deserve it? Probably not. Did she feel bad? Not in the slightest.

Luke watched carefully as the other mutant huffed their chest at Nora, scowling and storming off with a furious look written across their face. The mutant hadn’t overheard what ever the angry mutant had said to Nora, only the brown haired mutants bark. ❝ Anything I need to be worried about? ❞ The Underground had enough enemies on the outside world to worry about, Luke knew they didn’t need a civil war to start brewing amongst their ranks. They wouldn’t survive that.  

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He’d always been quite solitary, that was nothing new. Social interactions didn’t come easily to him. But it seemed like since he arrived some days ago, it was harder. Tyler did try to help around - although he wasn’t entirely sure what happened - but he still needed his time alone. And that usually ended up in him getting a cup of coffee and sipping it silently in the corner of a room. But things didn’t go as planned that day. He was about halfway through his cup, and was just about to take a sip, when someone interrupted him. Startled, he could only jump at the sudden voice, leading to the warm liquid to spill everywhere - mostly on his clothes, though. “Shit.” He muttered, the glance he took towards the newcomer barely lasting a second before he started at the mess he caused.

❝ Sorry, ❞ Luke apologised, ❝ I didn’t mean to scare you. ❞ He was making his way around the compound, introducing himself to the latest wave of mutants who had found their way to them. At least that was what he was trying to do, so far all he had managed to do was give one of them a near heart attack. Grabbing a ratty old dish cloth from one of the cupboard draws, he began cleaning up the other mutants spilled coffee. ❝ If you need a spare change of clothes I can probably find you something. ❞

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———  ɴᴇᴡᴛᴏɴ:

“These people — or should we say mutants — are a danger to society and pose a threat to everyone’s safety. Furthermore, aligning oneself with their kind shows a lack of disrespect for the human species.” Kiara read aloud a part of the biased article of a newspaper she had gotten on one of her short runs outside, a mocking tone lacing her words, along with a small hint of anger underneath. “This person has a few missing brain cells.”

Luke listened carefully as the pink haired mutant girl read aloud from the newspaper, his brows furrowing together out of frustration. How many more biased newspaper stories did they have to read about mutant kind being a blight on society? He huffed out his chest, lingering in the doorway and stuffing his hands into the pocket of his jeans.  ❝ That person doesn’t have a clue what they’re talking about. ❞   

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hiiiii, i’m kevin and this is LUKE DECKER !!! he’s one of the founders && leaders of the mutant underground, tired of running and always having to look over his shoulder. now that he’s finally found a place he and other mutants can call home, he’ll do anything to protect it !! You can find a full CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY on Luke HERE && you can find his CHARACTER BOARD HERE !!

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make me choose » anonymous asked Damon’s ass or Stefan’s ass

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