#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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——— 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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> 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 › cis female › she/her › 24 〉  X wesley wyndam pryce |〈 sen mitsuji › cis male › he/they › 31〉  X rory anson |〈 oliver stark › non-binary › he/they › 28〉  X temperance |〈 corrine massiah › cis female › she/her › 23/36〉  X drusilla |〈 rachel zegler › non binary › she/they › 130+ 〉

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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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“And here I’d heard that Quer-whatever had been a shit hole and a half.” Amelia remarked, taking a seat across from the other with ease as if she belong there. “Or do you not count that place as home ‘town’? I only knew mystic falls a small time but that place was not great.” She was more bemused than she should have been, probably. “So you must really hate New Orleans.”

"You know, I thought that the people back in my hometown were sad sacks, but these people really take the cake," Evie mused, shaking her head as she took another sip of her coffee. The future world was desolate and bleak and downright depressing what with the whole pending end of the world thing and yet this version of New Orleans still seemed colder and sadder. It almost made her own bitterness seem tame in comparison.

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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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"no shit hope." multiple perks came from being a werewolf and a vampire, and hope fucking mikaelson had too many of them for amelia not to be envious. sure being a slayer was pretty awesome, but they were selfish by nature and couldn't help but want. all that lacked in wanting was the magic, it reminded them too much of warren and all they never had, to allow the thought. "you know what they say about assumptions," it came off like a gloat, that was on purpose. it helped hide the fact she had been observing the tribrid. know your enemies and all that. "for your information, i was checking out your ass." they weren't, but if stratagem hadn't been at the forethought of their brain it was probable. "then, of course, you had to ruin it by being you."

"if   you're   trying   to   sneak   up   on   me,   you   should   know   I   have,   like,   really   good   hearing."   they   don't   turn   to   face   the   one   that   approaches   until   they're   closer,   holding   up   a   hand   in   gesture   to   stop   them.   "you   should   also   know   i'm   in   a   spectacularly   bad   mood   and   already   annoyed   by   this   conversation."

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amelia didn't go out of her way to kill vampires, she needn't. apparently being blonde and pretty was all it took for them to come to her. not that she minded. in fact, amelia more so minded the not killing part. but still, there was unmistakable delight in watching a monster of the night panic as she whispered closely. "run." turning to her audience, something like a smirk fell on her face. "you make a habit of rating fights?"

his eyes were tuned to a specific person whom giles could only describe as POTENTAL. their actions screamed worth watching, good or bad, and giles was far too Intune with the thought that someone needed to be more secretive. "bravo. really. five stars."

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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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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.

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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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there were very few people that amelia didn't dislike, let alone actually like. josie saltzman lived as one of those very few people. they knew the same delight as amelia did, not to mention the odd similarity of having a twin within the resistance. a taller, incredibly annoying twin. "you know me so well," amelia spoke with a smile wafting to her face. "i don't know, two against one or nine against two, i still don't see it adding up. against the two of us the odds just won't be in their favor." and there was glee in that power. because there had been a time amelia hadn't had it, and she would never take it for granted.

the commotion just a bit ahead of them surely caught josie's attention. slinking through the shadows to find a better vantage point, they noticed a familiar figure amongst the scuffle. " i'd offer a hand, but i know you don't exactly need it. " the siphon was just as happy to watch chaos, though being amidst it was her favorite. " you can always tag me in. or y'know, two against one, i was never one for fairness. " no, that was the weaker part of themself.