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Every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer→ Season Two Passion… it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us… passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… without passion, we’d be truly dead.

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ooc; today is a heavy day for me. it’s my 29th birthday, my baby is a month old today, and while it’s my first birthday as a mother, it’s also my first birthday without my dad around. it’s emotional but beautiful at the same time. went to hannah’s 1 month check up today, and she’s grown an inch and a half since she was born, and gained a pound in two weeks! she’s getting so big and strong and i just love her so much. doctor has no concerns which is nice! 

anyway, it’s my birthday so i have a few things planned for today, so i won’t be around much, but i’d like to be on some more tomorrow.

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hazedsea‌:

        she  often  wondered  what  he  needed  money  for.    he  was  a  vampire  ,  he  didn’t  eat  normal  food  ,  he  didn’t  need  water.    he  could  quite  easily  steal  anything  he  wanted.   part  of  her  knew  it  would  be  something  terribly  weird  hence  why  she  never  asked.   but  ,  he  was  most  definitely  not  getting  a  hundred  dollars  from  her.    buffy  had  dawn  to  think  about  and  money  did  not  just  grow  on  trees.     head  shakes  ,  brow  arching.       ❝        fifty  ,  take  it  or  leave  it.        ❞  

          [ ☠ ] —— Spike huffed, then rolled his eyes, pretending as if she was putting him out, when really, he didn’t care fr the money. It was her time that he wanted her to spend, but he knew he’d only hear the crunch of his nose if he said that out loud. “Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “Fifty it is. Follow me, then.” He turned on his feet and started towards the exit of the cemetery. “So... how’s the lil sis?” he asked, trying to make conversation.

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ooc; i suddenly want to watch every single rocky balboa movie, up to and including the creed movies...

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𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  every movement, rendered incapable of focusing on his words when he shifted to the foot of the couch. Nipping her lips together, pinning them into a thin line between her teeth, they dropped from her grasp when he reached out for her, snapping out of the lurid thoughts that entered her mind just that swiftly. It wasn’t just the memories of the intimate moments so recently shared that she allowed to linger there. It was the thought of a longer lifespan spent with him. Not growing old in the decades ahead. A life together, where she was more equal to him than she imagined herself to be now. The risks were there. They would be regardless. The rewards, however, felt greater. She lifted her head, falling back upon her narrow neck when he stood with a hand outstretched towards her. Studying his face once more, she reached for his hand, yet offered resistance when he attempted to pull her upward. “You’re so easy to read, at least for me.”  He hardly ever faltered on a topic, even uncomfortable ones, and that told her there was some fear there. Maybe some she planted herself. She gave his hand a tug or two, trying to pull him down towards her and smirking when it seemed like a futile struggle on her part. A raised brow should have been enough to convey that she wouldn’t relent any time soon. “And since you’re so easy to read, I know that we shouldn’t wait for this. At least not wait to talk about it.” Another tug was offered, along with a soft groan until he was forced to relent. Now, with the two closer to eye-level again, she shifted closer to him, kneeling to face him better. “I want to know more. It’s not that I’m afraid. It’s that I’ve been programmed to never want that. I’ve always believed I would die during some great battle. That was how I’ve been born and bred. To want something more than that… never quite seemed possible. I think we share in that. It’s foreign for me to want to be bonded to you, but it’s all I think of. So, yes, to be claimed by you… I do want it.”

          [ ☠ ] —— Elijah anticipated helping her up, guiding her to her feet with ease. However, when he pulled upwards, she resisted, tugging him downward instead. All that the vampire could think was that he’d pushed things too far, he’d broached a subject that was a little too much for her at the time, and knowing his track record for past relationships, he wouldn’t be surprised if something as small as a subject of conversation would ruin things. 

                    Love had never truly been on Elijah’s side before. 

          Her words, however, served as a balm for the wound he’d scratched open on himself. The thousand year old vampire relented to the tugging at his arm and lowered himself again, laying himself beside her once more. He was usually more likely to run than to face his awkward emotions, but she was making it difficult to do so.

                    Especially when she told him that a claiming bite would be something she’d want. He didn’t dare think that she’d want it as much as he did, he didn’t want to hope that much. He smirked, then dipped his head, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he took the moment to collect his thoughts. In a thousand years, he never thought he’d actually find someone that he’d want to connect himself to so fully and completely, but there was nothing in the world that he wanted more than  her. 

          “It’s all I can think of too,” he murmured, then pulled back as a hand came up to cup the back of her neck. He guided them so that they were laying on the floor once more, getting comfortable again. “It is my hope to give you everything you’ve ever wanted in life and more, Hayley; anything to surpass what you always thought your life would be. Claimed or not, the weight of your happiness far exceeds my own, so even if you chose to die a mortal life, I’d be by your side every step...” 

                    He licked his lips, pausing a moment to think about his words. “The selfish side of me, however, is desperate for you to never age another day. I want you to be by my side, because the thought of an eternity without you to share it with seems very... bleak,” the last word was barely above a whisper, strained with grief at the thought of having to bury her. His eyes moved to meet hers. “It’s not a decision to be taken lightly, this I understand completely, and I’ll give you all the time that you need to fully understand everything that comes with being claimed to a vampire, but in the meantime... I’ll answer any question that you might have on the topic.”

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hazedsea replied to your photoset: ooc; because i’m addicted to her face and you...

oh my god. oh my god !!!!! HOW PRECIOUS !!!!

ooc; #SOBS i knooooooow she’s sleeping beside me right now in the first picture and i can’t get over how adorable she is all the damn time. 40 weeks of a torturous pregnancy and i’d do it all over again in a heartbeat

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ooc; because i’m addicted to her face and you should be too... this is my baby girl, hannah and i am obsessed.

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     He responded almost admirably given there had been a set of rather large, sharp teeth at his neck. It had been in play, but she wasn’t sure how he would take a coyote’s version of play. She was pleased with him – though wrestling and mock fighting were far more fun with a willing participant.

     It was sort of a freeing feeling telling Mathias what she was. Nevi never tried to hide it, she just didn’t advertise it. Vampires hated her kind and she gave them reason to (once in a while). Other creatures couldn’t care less. But her shapeshifting cousins, thunderbirds and wolves and so on, they were usually able to tell each other in a crowd.

     “Just a shapeshifter. My feeling are hurt. Wounded even,” she teased. Genevieve found a hair elastic in the pocket of her pants and went to work re-braiding her hair in a single, thick braid. She didn’t startle at his sudden disappearance though a wry smile lingered on her mouth. For being afraid of showing her just earlier, he sure was comfortable popping in and out.

     She sat on the opposite end of the couch, drawing up socked feet to curl up comfortably. “It’s okay, Matt,” she replied, giving a short laugh. “I try not to say my father’s name because then he gets curious and lingers. He’s a pain in my ass already, and my mom badmouths him all the time without fear. Hmm… I’m a coyote shapeshifter only. I see ghosts and spirits and shit but who doesn’t… No super strength or anything like that. You?”

          [ ☠ ] —— It was second nature for Matt, he didn’t think he’d be able to live a normal life without teleporting to and from places on a whime. now that he’d shown Nevi, he would do it often, and sometimes, if she wanted him to, he’d even take her places with him. He knew they both liked to travel, and he could take her places she’d only ever dreamed about before. 

                    The thought of introducing her to places she’d always wanted to go gave Mathias a thrill. They could have so much fun, and he’d enjoy having the company, for sure. 

          He arched a brow at her sarcasm, only to furrow them when she spoke of seeing ghosts and spirits. “Uhm,” he started, pausing as if he was giving it some actual thought. “Not many people see those. At least, I never have. I don’t do anything other than teleport. That’s my only trick.” 

                    He smirked, then tilted his head to the side. “I can teleport more than just me though. I can take you anywhere you’d want to go.” 

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ooc; #whispers. hello friends, sorry i went missing again, been a crazy last week! boyfriend and step daughter both came down with some sort of illness that gave them both headaches and fevers. now slightly panicked about my baby who is 3 weeks old, but so far her temperature has been normal and i’ve been checking it religiously. was up till 3am last night with everyone, running around trying to keep everyone happy and feeling better, and now i’m exhausted. but i need to escape for a bit so i’m gonna delve into the minds of my muses for a while and breathe :)

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hazedsea‌:

     great.   blonde  thought  to  herself.      now  she  had  to  go  on  an  adventure  with  spike  ,  spend  more  time  around  him.      just  what  she  wanted.     buffy  scolds  herself  ,  it  didn’t  matter  who  she  had  to  spend  time  with  as  long  as  she  was  going  to  prevent  more  people  from  getting  hurt.    she  sighs.   defeat  takes  over  body.            ❝       fine  ,  but  this  better  not  be  a  trick  ,  spike.    or  i’ve  got  a  stake  with  your  name  carved  into  it.        ❞             her  voice  is  stern  ,  yet  peppy  when  entertaining  the  idea  of  staking  him.       but  ,  of  course  ,  he  wanted  something.    when  would  he  ever  do  anything  selfless      ?                ❝        and  what’s  the  price  ,  exactly      ?        ❞ 

          [ ☠ ] —— The vampire huffed and rolled his eyes, flicking his cigarette with his thumb, sending the ashes at the tip to the ground. “Your threats are startin’ to sound a bit stale. If you’re gonna stake me, then do it. Stop bloody talkin’ about it,” he muttered, then licked his lips, blue hues fixating on her. He wanted to ask for a date, to wine and dine her in a way that no man had ever even dreamed of. She deserved to be pampered and so much more. He held his tongue, however, and instead, he asked for his usual. “Bit of dosh should cut it. A hundred should do just fine.”

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wvinterisms‌:

❝ You talk a lot. ❞ Though in her defense, most of the medics that came through the underground barely spoke two words. Elsa supposed they were human; so the less they knew, the better. That way if authorities were to get involved, the medics could feign knowledge. The only people Elsa ( more or less ) knew was her handler whom she affectionately named ❛ Big Guy ❜, the boss, and Benny.

Benny was the janitor of sorts; he cleaned out the ring at the end of the night ( whenever that was ), and performed normal janitorial duties on top of the specialized ones. He was divorced with 3 kids, worked multiple jobs to make ends meet. Elsa would often have conversations with the man, and couldn’t help but feel SOMETHING. Pity, she guessed. Each week she gave Benny a small chunk of her pay. She didn’t need it since most of her needs were taken care of. She also found that after speaking with the man, the marks would retreat back— even if it was half an inch. But the next morning, they had moved back to their previous position.

Obeying his order, the woman sighed before leaning backwards. When Mathias inserted the small needle into her wound, Elsa barely flinched, though she closed her eyes and winced. ❝ And you seem to care an awful lot about the well-being of someone you’ve only just met. ❞ Eyes opened to meet his gaze once again, a slight glimmer of curiosity present. 

The mutant listened intently, taking in each word he spoke. Her mouth opened and stayed there, a playful grin present. ❝ So you have — my mistake. ❞ Had she cared further, his other words MAY have moved her. But they were ignored. Upon hearing his name, the blonde nodded. She wasn’t going to remember it seeing as though he probably wasn’t going to see her again; most medics didn’t stay that long. Elsa stayed quiet, until remembering that normal conversation usually involved the exchange of names. ❝ Elsa. ❞

❝ OH. ❞ Her face made a faux reaction of surprise, as if she had forgotten something important; mouth forming a small O shape. ❝ You may want to check my feet. ❞ She raised the frozen-over appendages a few inches so the male could get a better look, her gaze still locked onto his. Elsa’s face was only a few inches away from Mathias while he inspected her frozen feet; she was sure he could feel the cold breath that came off of her voice as she spoke, her words that of a whisper. ❝ I broke the mirror. ❞ Her head motioned over to the other room, face still presenting faux surprise with raised eyebrows. The room itself was still covered with a layer of frost, and remnants of the mirror littered the floor. 

          [ ☠ ] —— “I talk too much?” Matt arched a brow, looking at her for a moment before going back to work, starting another stitch that he took expert care in forming. The less of a scar, the better. She didn’t seem to care if it scarred, but he took pride in his work. Plus... she was rather beautiful, and he didn’t want to have a hand in marring her porcelain skin in any way. “Seems to me that you’re the one with lots to say.” 

                    He gave her a slight smirk, then started on another stitch. She’d need just two more before it was sufficiently closed. “I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I didn’t care at least a little bit.” 

          Elsa. Not a name he heard often. It suited her, though. A unique name for a unique person. He hummed softly, then glanced down to her feet, noticing the blood, only to do a double take at the look of her skin. His hands went still. 

                     It was like the veins that ran over her skin, only... they looked frozen. He furrowed his brow, attention stolen from the gash over her eyebrow. 

          “I have to ask... are your feet normally like that?” he asked, then licked his lips, shaking his head slightly. Kind of a vague question. A certain length of time could make anything seem normal. “I mean, have they always been like that?”

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selfishsoulstm replied to your post: ooc; okay i’m here and i’m ready to do some...

yay!!

ooc; <3<3<3

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ooc; okay i’m here and i’m ready to do some replies! this week has been hectic but it’s the weekend and now i have more time! weeee let’s get going i’ve missed you guyyyysss!

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Ooc; doctor’s appointment today at 10:30. Then I’ll be back to do some stuff on here. Took a few days to myself after baby was born to get to know her and adjust to being a mommy lol. I’m feeling great and baby is doing great and I wanna do tumblr thiiiiings. Be back later xoxo

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Well! She is here. After 25 hour labor, but a very relaxed, calm and focused hour of pushing, she is finally here. Weighing 7.3 pounds, measuring 19 and a quarter inches, born February 13th, my little Hannah is beautiful, healthy and so so very happy.