#isn't it lovely all alone? heart made of glass; my mind of stone. / amelia mears

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it never failed to surprise amelia just how awesome the whole slayer thing was. her own personal 'spidey sense' a tingle on the fringes of her skin and then her instincts became loud. and amelia would be remiss to do anything but listen to what had never failed her before. "chose the wrong bitch today." she spoke with a gleeful tone, maneuvering around the whatever-it-was with ease. "wanna try that again?" was it bloodlust that made the thought of violence so enticing or just plain madness? regardless, amelia's grin resembled a shark showing their teeth.

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Dennis clinging to Dee when he is scared or uncomfortable is the cutest part about the show.

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arms crossed loosely because any tenseness was a sign of weakness. amelia's smirk was easy as she leaned against the wall like she couldn't be bothered with the conversation. "i don't see your usual entourage," amelia mused, the typical taunt to her tone. "flying stagg jr? or did they finally get tired of your bullshit?" she could probably fit something up there about him being able to stand without someone else's head up his ass or him taking up all the oxygen in the room-- the insults were endless, but it was too early in their usual verbal sparring to lay them on. since the whole time travel think she'd been pretty thorough in avoiding warren, not that it was any different back in the future.

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——— a grand welcome to the vieux carré, AMELIA MEARS. with a city as diverse as this, there’s a new threat on almost every corner. being a SLAYER might provide some protection but their biggest strength may come from being loyal to THE EMISSARIES. many see them as a KING which is why ISN’T IT LOVELY, ALL ALONE? / HEART MADE OF GLASS, MY MIND OF STONE / TEAR ME TO PIECES, SKIN TO BONE / HELLO, WELCOME HOME seems to fit them perfectly. whispers say they’re from the FUTURE. can it all be believed? just keep an eye on them and see if their true colors shine through.

tw up here bc it mentions flaying and thats icky

amelia mears was born to amy madison and warren mears alongside her twin brother. both parents named a child after themselves, ironically it would be the opposite child they'd grow attached to. the twin's birth at all was close to a miracle, or perhaps a curse. amy had brought warren sr back from the dead previously, however she hadn't been able to undo his cause of death. he had been flayed alive. so they twins grew up alongside a skinless father who could never go outside and looked akin to a nightmare. amelia was never scared of him, but warren jr always had been. at least until he was old enough to truly know otherwise.

maybe that was the start of the divide, or maybe it was just a product of innate instinct. warren jr was always drawn to magic, having a great capacity for the craft inherited from their mother. amelia did not, but she did have a mind for science. this created a closer bond to their father who taught amelia things she had probably been too young to learn (what little kid needs to know how to make a human type robot? amelia couldn't tell you).

it was at 13 years old that amelia activated as a slayer. for the first time they didn't feel so weak anymore, finally on equal ground to her brother, no longer in his shadow. her father's praise only incited amelia's motive to use her newfound powers. it was their father who taught that people looked down on them because of their minds, because they were special. it was for these same reasons that amelia felt a drawl toward wyatt's cause, the emissaries of the too-bright sun. humans hated the supernatural because they were different. better. special. there was no chance humans would ever accept them, and so amelia rejected them first. and if that made her 'evil' then so be it.

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@onthefyre // UP TO PLAYER.

"Okay, are you getting scared? Because you're just babbling now."

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so, he knew this wasn't her city and that they weren't her people. but she was only human. sure technically slayers could fit under the umbrella, but so could witches. it wasn't a thin line and amelia regarded didn't regard it as such. working between the lines or outright blurring them was the easiest way to work. and this was also under the presumption he didn't regard slayers as humans. which he very well could even if amelia didn't necessarily agree. "i'm not so sure there were any real humans left," she remarked, making her voice something quiet. "or at least, not so much with the 'humanity' part. all that bloodshed..." admittedly she liked the color red, and while amelia didn't like it splayed on she didn't mind shedding it if push came to shove. "maybe this is our chance to be humans again." was she leaning too far from the person she'd first presented as? amelia walked the line with caution. "so that makes them target practice?" actually it sounded fun. if this wasn't a member of the resistance who needn't know her own strength, amelia would have gleefully joined in.

❝    oh,   i   don't   doubt   that.   ❝   most   people   were   with   a   gun   to   their   head.   and   god,   hadn't   that   been   how   they   were   all   living   for   the   past   five   years   ??   war   on   war   on   war   on   war ….   it   never   ended,   did   it   ??   this   girl   was   his   daughters'   age ….   ❝   -but   this   isn't   your   city.   these   aren't   your   people.   as   much   as   you   like   to   pretend   otherwise,   you're   still   only   human.   ❝   not   that   he   expected   any   of   this   to   deter   her;   it   wouldn't   of   deterred   him.   funny   how   painful   recognition   of   the   self   in   another   could   be.   ❝   i'm   just   saying,   if   we   had   to   drag   those   ugly   sonsabitches   back   in   time   with   us,   you   might   as   well   make   'em   good   for   something.   ❝

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> nothingleftofyou ⸻ a multimuse blog in association with the group @hellsmouthhq / penned by alana ♡︎

 X dawn summers |〈 jenna ortega › cisfemale › she/her › 18〉  X chris halliwell |〈 felix mallard › cismale › he/him › 22 〉  X stefan salvatore |〈 paul wesley › cismale › he/him › 18/166〉  X amelia mears |〈 millie gibson › cisfemale › she/her › 24 〉  X wesley wyndam pryce |〈 sen mitsuji › cismale › he/they › 31〉  X rory anson |〈 oliver stark › non-binary › he/they › 28〉  X drusilla |〈 rachel zegler › non-binary › she/they › 130+ 〉  X katherine pierce |〈 nina dobrev › cisfemale › she/her › 500+ 〉  X tristan de martel |〈 manny jacinto › cismale › he/they › 1000+〉

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"where's the lie?" amelia prompted, purposely feigning a frown on the face clearly meant to mock. "your ass is phenomenal." as if proving her point she rounded her eyes, tilted her head, and gestured to the aforementioned ass. of course that hadn't been where hope had been poking but amelia loved deflection and moreover she was good at it. "i can't be the first one who's told you this." she remarked. "that would be a crime in itself." not to mention, continuing to talk about hope's ass made the deflection an easy task.

bitchy.   blonde.   too   clever   for   her   own   good.   each   and   every   time   hope   speaks   with   amelia,   she's   reminded   of   the   glaring   similarities   between   her   and   elizabeth   saltzman.   perhaps   that's   why   hope   has   such   a   hard   time   with   niceties   with   the   slayer   —   or   maybe   it's   more   to   do   with   her   allegiance   than   anything.   perhaps   a   mixture   of   both,   though   that   could   only   be   the   truly   logical   sense   of   it.   sometimes   it   came   down   to   just   the   simple   not   liking   someone   thing.   admittedly,   hope   hasn't   really   been   that   person.   

"leave   the   lying   to   other   people."   not   that   hope   had   really   caught   any   of   the   typical   signs   of   lying   from   the   other.   the   quickened   heart   rate   or   the   change   in   breathing,   things   she   assumed   slayers   were   trained   in   controlling   (   at   least   as   much   as   a   human   might   be   able   to   ).   "you're   not   very   good   at   it."

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"Oo, looks like someone is sensitive today." Amelia remarked, a smirk grasped at the corner of her lips. It was a common expression on her face, and Amelia couldn't help that it was often so fitting. "Friendship is boring anyway." She remarked, not moving an inch from where she sat. "I'm here to offer a distraction. Or an open ear I guess, from someone who doesn't actually give a crap enough to have an opinion."

Here we fucking go. Evie steeled herself from the taunts from the blonde before here. She didn't know if they were intended as taunts but fuck if those questions didn't feel pretty damn pointed. "Oh, I'm sorry, those are inquiries that I would consider answering if we were friends. But we're not, so you can skedaddle now."

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A snort erupted from Amelia’s lips. She couldn’t help herself. It was kind of hilarious. “So you know your taste at least.” Crazy. Whether it was genuine or a male presenting man projecting, it was still hilarious in her book. “Hey if you want a distraction from ‘this crap’ find wife 3. I’m sure they’ll be a new class of nuts that’ll be all kinds of fun.”

"You know, I thought that wife number one was crazy. I knew wife number two was crazy. But I would take both of them in one room over doing this crap again."

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“Being a mess or not won’t help you win anything.” There was a sharp edge to her tone that Amelia hadn’t originally intended. They liked to keep their cards close to their chest for the most part. Maybe it was the aggravation of their brother close by or the uncertainty of time traveling. Who was to say. “There’s no winnings for yours.” She stated simply. Peace wasn’t an option, ultimately. Accepting that was inevitable if you wanted to survive, otherwise you’d die as a fool.

Caroline really thought that she'd be better at the cool head thing after two decades of motherhood but turns out that taking care of a school of kids is way easier than dealing with the ghosts of her past. Reeling was the best word for it. It felt like she was on unstable ground and it threatened to fall out from under her at one wrong move. "Get it together," she murmured to herself. "Can't help win a war if you're a mess."

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"you don't have to tell me everything, i know enough." amelia had seen even before she'd awakened as a slayer, the way the world treated everything and everyone who was other. "and i don't say that lightly." amelia didn't blindly follow people. her loyalty had been earned by the person before her. there was nothing they could do that would cause amelia's loyalty to cease, not when wyatt was the only one who would do what was necessary for the continued existence of anything more then human.

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" you don’t know all about it. i haven’t told you everything. "

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once upon a time, in a future so far away that didn't even exist anymore. amelia had heard of vervain. apparently it prevented the whole compulsion thing, but she never took much stock in it. never felt the need to arm herself when amelia herself was a weapon. nonetheless the thought of it sprung to mind with hope mikaelson's finger on her lips and the quiet command rattling into her skin. maybe she should have. and yet, regret wasn't curatable either. amelia liked taking risks. and the fact no other vampire had gotten close enough to do what hope mikaelson did was somewhat exiting, no? curious. so there amelia was--- quiet, with hope's command. and she couldn't help but smile. losing felt like a victory and her eyes spike clearly what her lips could not. annoying hope enough for compulsion, amelia felt special.

━    @nothingleftofyou  ﹕     ❪   ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up / + amelia   ❫

pride is not the first word that comes to mind at her next action. but pride is certainly what motivates hope to do it in the first place. a tricky emotion, pride, driving one to over react simply because the slayer knows how to push their buttons. anger flares just under the surface, white-hot and searing at the edges of their control. finger presses harder into amelia's lips as magic quickens between them. be silent. a push, a command. "i'm tired of hearing your voice."

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"trust me," if amelia's grin looked like a shark baring it's teeth that was far from a mistake. "i'm stronger then i look." maybe if he wasn't jeremy gilbert, amelia's response would have been something less showing. but he was one of the hunters of the five and amelia was nothing if not astute when it came to wyatt's enemies.

❝ you   shouldn't   be   out   here   alone. ❝

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Amelia couldn't help but snort the moment the word mom uttered from the other girl's lips. The sentence needn't be finished for her to be bemused. "Amy was more into teaching the most pathological liar I've ever met." Shoutout to Warren, she hoped wherever her twin was he felt it and it ruined his day. "Not to mention, this doesn't even begin to fill my appetite." The demon looked affronted by this and so Amelia couldn't help but laugh at it. "You won't improve without honesty" Well unless she did decide to kill them, still undecided.

Face to face with a one night stand was hardly the way that Evie preferred to start her day, but she supposed there were rougher relationships in her past than the blonde that stood before her. There were echoes of the looks of lust that danced across the other woman's face as she watched her prey closely and Evie didn't even bother jumping into help. Grace wasn't her thing and she'd only cause problems. "Didn't your mom teach you you're not supposed to play with your food?" she called out, raising an eyebrow.

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sometimes amelia wondered how this wasn't the full personality of the other. of course she knew the rumors that had speculation of truth, and for all the details she didn't know amelia was certain of a few things. there was a supposed 'good' version of josie without the black hair and the fun attitude, and people considered that the 'real' version. in amelia's eyes, however, this version was the same amount of real. just because the layer's didn't like to coexist didn't make them less true. if anything it made this version all the more special, hidden from the world for so long- they deserved the chance to just be. "you're not wrong." she loved the taunt, the shared confidence, the closest amelia had ever known to comradery. a small laugh left her lips because this would always be fun, the power of a single word especially. "word." amelia prompted, anticipation to see josie delivering the thread they were all too capable of.

this version of josie had a much different set of expectations and standards for acquaintances. because friendship was out of the question. there was a sense familiarity with the slayer. their situations were not too different, alike in more than one way. maybe there was something too familiar, with one sentence she could sound like the sister dark josie had left behind. perhaps thats why their mind was quieter around amelia. ghost of lizzie present. the closest they were going to get for now. their pocket held a locket laced with the dark magic she'd need. slipping her hand inside for fingers to wrap around the metal. " not sure the odds would be in anyone's favor. not that i care. just say the word. "