Matt nodded as he poured the drink. “Over achiever sounds great. Sounds better than show off, anyway,” he smiled, sliding the drink over to Ella. “You try that, and I’ll put your order in.” Matt turned away and headed back into the kitchen putting a burger with everything on the side for a bar order. There wasn’t much on the line in front of it, so he knew it wouldn’t be too long. He rejoined his friend and leaned on the bar. “Wait, no break? I think that’s illegal, El. You gotta eat. Burger will be up in a few. How’s the drink?” He asked, raising a brow.
“Oh definitely! I’d love to come bug you at work one of these days. I think I have a day off coming up, so maybe either after work today or on my day off.”
“Yes, well to-mate-oh to-mot-oh, unfortunately.” She teased, picking the drink up once it was in front of her. She nodded, “Thank you.” And sipped at the drink, it was good, he had definitely gotten better though she wondered how many cocktails he made at the bar since most seemed to take just straight shots. “Thank you, and the drinks is good. You’ve gotten better, though I’m surprised because I didn’t know too many people ordered cocktails.” She rolled her eyes, “I’m pretty sure the amount they have you working here is illegal to, Blue Eyes, so don’t start getting on me about not getting a break.”
“Yes well, if by bug you mean I keep forcing you to try on clothes then by all means.” She teased, sipping at her drink. “We’re closed early today so she can check my inventory, but I am sure I can sneak you in.”
“I usually make more cocktails on Friday and Saturday nights, if the crowd gets thick. But you know Mystic Falls, most people get out of town to party. So, yeah. Still mostly shots. I’ll make myself mocktails to practice every once and a while,” he added with a goofy smirk, knowing he was up to no good. “I don’t work that much.” Okay, maybe he picked up every shift put up on the tradeboard and only got home to sleep.
“Any chance I have to have you style me is time well spent,” Matt smiled, draping the bar towel over his shoulder. “I’m off in a few hours, but I don’t want you to get in trouble for sneaking me in.”
lowkey think i temporarily broke my main in my attempt to change the url late last night/super early this morning.
we’ll see if it fixes itself here in the next 12 or so hours.
I’m moving Tom to his own blog & Cisco’s coming here!!! & I’ll share the url as soon as it’s fixed
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Also, finally got a start date for my new job, so activity will be waning as I start on Wednesday! I’ll try and get a queue going for replies so my blogs stay active!
Stefan leaned against the door frame of the illustrious mansion waiting for the door to open. “Klaus,” he nodded with a mischievous grin on his face, brushing past the man to take in his friend’s new residence. His feet moved lazily as he followed behind Klaus to the dining room.
He took a seat at the table, kicking his feet up onto a free chair. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Compelled the teachers so I’m homework-free. It’s trivial and insignificant, so why do it?” Stefan’s michevious grin grew wider as he turned to look at Klaus, almost looking for approval.
Once Stefan was settled, the devil-may-care smile firmly in place over his handsome features, Klaus took his seat opposite him. The original always admired this version of Stefan. It was genuine, real. No pretenses of heroism or pureness that all vampires inherently lack. ❝ Stefan, all of high school is trivial and insignificant, ❞ Klaus replied as he gestured with his left hand for the staff. ❝ I still don’t understand how masochistic you must be to endure it as many times as you had. ❞ Taking his cue, two women in pretty cocktail dresses walked in, stopping when each were standing beside the vampires. Clearly, they’d been compelled.
With a nod from Klaus, the women made a small incision in their wrists and let their blood flow into fine crystal glasses set on the table. Klaus wore a grin, always happy in any chance to show off. He had a point for why he invited Stefan over, but wanted to wait, leaving business for later. ❝ Surely you must be sick of it already. What’s your plan when it’s all over ? ❞
Raising a brow in agreement, Stefan crossed his arms in front of him. “What can I say? Apparently I’m a masochist, stuck with a face that forever looks hardly the legal age. I’m only sticking around to protect your precious doppelganger, Klaus.” Okay, maybe he was sticking around for other reasons, too. Selfish reasons like having another high school diploma to add to his growing collection. Sure, it was stupid, but it gave him something to do.
As the blood flowed into the glasses, Stefan’s eyes practically sparkled. He held out a hand once the woman to his side was finished, taking a long drink from the source before dismissing her with a brief nod. “I’m high-tailing it out of this boring town, maybe I’ll go visit Atlanta or New Orleans, maybe go abroad. Italy, perhaps? Honestly?” Stefan started, raising his brow as he took a drink from his glass, “I probably won’t settle down. That way, bodies can’t get traced back to me.”
okay lets play a game: instead of y’all asking me headcanon questions, send me your headcanons for my muse. (bonus: if i really like it i may make it an official headcanon )
Scott stood up straight. “Dateline? What’s Dateline?” He didn’t have time to watch TV, he was busy trying to pass his college courses while also saving people from supernatural beings that threatened the world. He shook his head, focusing once more on the matter at hand. “That doesn’t matter. What does matter is that we’re in danger, out in the open like this. I know you’re not fully human. You’re not a werewolf or banshee or anything else I’ve ever encountered, but I know you’re different. It’s not my home. My friend, Deaton, has a safehouse for people like us, no questions asked. There’s food, water, a bed.” There was shuffling off in the woods, and his ears picked up hushed voices a couple hundred feet away. “They’re here.”
Okay, so technically Reagan had never actually seen an episode of Dateline. But the joke still stood. And she didn’t even bother responding to his question because, after stating she wasn’t human, he started talking about werewolves and banshees and… The “hunters” or whatever he was afraid of had already gotten to him, right? He’d hit his head, or he’d been drugged, and now he thought the mutants of the world – himself included – to be something out of a Boris Karloff movie. Okay, so she’d never really seen one of those, either. Sue her. “…Hey, listen to me – you’re not making any sense, all right? You’re confused, maybe you’re hurt, is there someone I can…” She trailed off as he declared that they were already here, her voice dropping to a whisper anyway, “What are you talking about? I don’t hear anything.”
Scott shook his head at the woman’s statement. “Whether or not I’m okay is honestly still up in the air, but we need to move before —” His sentence was cut short as an arrow lodged itself in the tree above their heads. Instinctively, Scott shielded his eyes. When a flare didn’t explode from it, he kept his shoulders hunched as he crouched low to the ground, a hand touching the ground as he scanned the forest. “Like I said,” he pointed to the arrow. “Let’s move. Doesn’t have to be to the safehouse, but we just can’t stay here.”
Michael was out on one of his walks in a feeble attempt to clear his busy mind. Suddenly, a bright flash of light entered his vision and he threw up his hands to shield his eyes. A man had suddenly appeared before his eyes, and Michael could only describe it as falling from the sky or materializing out of thin air. “Hey, man. Are you okay?” Michael called out in a quiet voice, running to the other’s side and pulling the hood from the man’s shielded face.
Michael’s face went slack as he saw the stranger’s face – it looked just like his.
Len reeled back from the stranger purely on instinct before he had a chance to register who it was. Once he was a couple feet farther away from the man he was able to get a good look at the man. To say he was surprised was an understatement especially considering that a part of him was expecting to be face to face with one of those time bastards he’d tried to kill. He wasn’t expecting to see someone with his own face staring back at him.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Michael took a few steps back, away from the mirror image of himself. “I could ask you the same question. Who the hell are you?” His head was spinning, how was this possible? He’d been a free man for a while now, and enjoying his life outside of Fox River. He’d been exonerated for his crimes, as had his brother, Lincoln, and they were living their lives to the fullest. “Why do we look the same?”
‘ i’m a snack but everyone seems to be on a diet. ’ (Ripper!Stefan to Lila)
The hybrid’s eyes looked Stefan up and down as if she’d never seen him before, a not-so-faint expression of disdain on her face. “Yeah, probably because you’re salty and nobody has the energy to deal with high blood pressure. Why are you even talking to me? I can’t eat you, I’d kill you.” And like hell she’d call her sire to come heal the green eyed asshole standing in front of her.
“Damn,” Stefan scoffed, “Somebody’s got some issues. Is that with me, or maybe a former boyfriend? Lover? Father? Got some daddy issues, blondie?” He didn’t care if she was a hybrid, he simply enjoyed egging her on. He knew Klaus would bail out his favorite Ripper if it came down to it. He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth a few times. “Tsk, Tsk. You know Klaus would come, right? I’m his best friend. Deranged or not, he wouldn’t let me die.”
27. my muse got caught in an accident and yours had to witness it
Lex was back. Something happened and he wasn’t in jail anymore, but he was being celebrated? Clark was baffled as he saw the man on the television screen at work, but when he heard the cry he went running toward danger, ready to save the day alongside Conner. Today, though? That was a mistake.
When they’d arrived at the scene, Clark asked Conner to stay back while he canvassed the area. They were outside a warehouse on the outskirts of Metropolis, and everything looked deserted, aside from the voice of a woman calling out for help. Something seemed….off, so Clark sped around the building, his eyes scanning the area for the woman — no sign of anyone inside the building, he should check it out. “Superboy, Stay put. I’ll be right back,” he nodded, flying into the building through an open window. There was no woman, and while Clark knew it deep down, he couldn’t risk a life being lost because he didn’t thoroughly check the premises. Someone had rigged Kryptonite throughout the warehouse, and when Clark flew in, he immediately felt his energy drain. With his energy quickly depleting, Clark went from flying to free fall, falling two stories into the concrete floor of the warehouse. While this didn’t knock him unconscious, it did disorient him as the kryptonite continued to affect him.
Pulling himself to his feet, Clark struggled to make his way out, his vision wobbly. Just then, he was jolted upwards, carried by an unknown being. The pair burst through the roof, where Conner could see that Metallo held Clark by his cape. Still affected by the kryptonite standing in for Metallo’s heart, green veins snaked across Clark’s skin. “Superboy, Run!” His weres were quiet and raspy, but he knew the boy could hear him. He knew without proper protection, this could end just as bad for the young man.
Cisco backup 