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RULES PAGE (mobile post, includes muse history)

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HEADCANONS(old tag) / NEW TAG

HEADCANONS VITAL TO MY PORTRAYAL (v important)

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TIMELINES/VERSES

MUSE AESTHETICS - ELIJAH / CHLOE (OLD TAGS) - ELIJAH / CHLOE (NEW TAGS)

MUSINGS - ELIJAH / CHLOE (OLD TAGS) - ELIJAH / CHLOE (NEW TAGS)

ART AND THINGS (Neil too~) (OLD TAG) - ELIJAH / CHLOE (NEW TAGS)

DRABBLES (OLD TAG) - DRABBLES (NEW TAG)

Reference for certain things~

Demon AU info post

Thanks to @rob0badge​, we have a huge verse with a bunch of other people that has been so much fun for us all! It involves a lot of Hell and symbolism to that extent, if you don't want to see it you can blacklist my tag for it: " always hungry; never satisfied // demon!Connor vers. "

ART. ELIJAH AND HANA. WITH  @fearlessandchaotic​ 

MORE ART. ELIJAH AND CORVUS. IMPORTANT @creation-is-chaos​

“I’d prefer to approach a small design firm for our branding and website, Thomas,” Wesley said, holding the phone between his cheek and his shoulder while he dug through his bag for Salem’s favorite ball. He tossed it for her, watching the energetic ball of fur chase after it. “Yes, I’m aware that well known firms like Siegel + Gale or Poulin + Morris will give us guaranteed good results, but let’s not forget that they started off small as well. We don’t have the funds to afford them, and this is a company for the people. While I want it to look professional, I don’t want it to fit the formula that they’ve both developed for their companies.” Wesley rolled his eyes at Thomas’s response. Really, the man was the best when it came to communications with the public, but was it really so outrageous to want to work with a small firm?  “I’ll send you my short list of places by the end of the week.... Yes, yes. I’ll tell Michele you said hello. Have a good week. Oh and Thomas? Lay off the caffeine, I can practically hear you vibrating over the phone.”  Wesley was glad that his father’s old business partners had taken to his idea so well, it made making the thing credible and professional that much easier. However, they were all quite old and set in their ways. Convincing them that his choices were the best for their vision was the difficult part. He picked up the ball that Salem dropped at his feet, tossing it again for her to chase. 

While he watched with a small smile, his phone began to ring again. He sighed, rolling his eyes when he answered the call.  “Hello?” Silence.  Wesley frowned, looking at the number that he didn’t recognize. “Hello? Who is this?” A click.  He looked at the number again, realizing that it was the same one that had called him weeks ago and then hung up. Strange... 

Wesley felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned, expecting to see Michele, Bailey, or Will. Instead he was greeted with a face he didn’t recognize. An older woman with green-grey eyes, black curly hair, and pale skin. “Wesley?” she whispered. Something about her face seemed vaguely familiar.  Her hand was still on his shoulder, and he jerked it away, brows furrowing and frown deepening. “Do I know you?” She opened her mouth to speak, but instead released a sigh. “...No, I suppose you wouldn’t.”  Her accent made it obvious that she was from England. Immediately he thought the worst. What if this was someone his father sent after him? She didn’t seem like the type, but maybe it was an act. He clenched his jaw. “Right, well... As intriguing as that is, I’ve got class.” He put his fingers to his lips to whistle, but stopped when she spoke again.  “My name is Anastasia. I’m your mother.” Wesley paused, fingers still raised to his lips, blinking owlishly at the woman. “Excuse me?” “I said–” “That was rhetorical. I don’t need you to repeat whatever joke you think this is,” Wesley snapped.  Anastasia looked taken aback, but Wesley continued before she could speak.  “My mother died when I was two. Who are you really? Who are you working for? Is it my father? Because I don’t know what he told you about this job, but our deal is that he leaves me alone and I keep my mouth shut. I’d suggest you do the same, or you won’t get paid before he goes to prison–” “Your twenty-first birthday is this Friday,” Anastasia said quickly, light eyes sparkling with tears. She must be someone his father hired, because Wesley couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen her somewhere before.  “Is that knowledge suppose to impress me? That’s public information,” he snapped, not sure why he was even entertaining the conversation.  “You hated peas when you were a baby. It was one of the few things that I actually knew how to cook, and I’d try and get you to eat them whenever Sophia needed a day off. You only threw them all around the kitchen..” Anastasia took Wesley’s stunned silence as permission to continue.  “I don’t know what your father told you about me, Wesley. But I didn’t die... I left him. He was not the man that I thought I loved. He was cruel, manipulative, ruthless... With an ego so damaged that all the money in the world couldn’t make him happy.” Wesley found his voice again. “My father could have told you all of that. There’s nothing that you could possibly sa–” “You were born prematurely. Two weeks early... You were so, so tiny. Your father didn’t think you’d make it, neither did the doctors. But I never doubted.” “Shut up...” Wesley muttered. Anastasia just kept going.  “I used to sing you to sleep when you were a baby. Do you remember the song? God, you used to have the biggest fits in the middle of the night. Sophia couldn’t do anything, she was helpless... And your father refused to even try, said that it was a woman’s job.”  Wesley stared at her, unable to force any kind of coherent sentence out of his mouth.  Anastasia began to hum the song. 

Wesley’s heart lurched, his stomach dropped. It was like he couldn’t breathe. That was the song. Sophia used to sing it to him when he was sad, but she said that his mother had always done it better. But Sophia had passed away about three years ago, and Wesley’s father never knew the song.  “I’m– I’m so sorry, Wesley. I-I just... I shouldn’t have left without you, but your father refused to let you go with me and I couldn’t... I couldn’t take one more day with him. I tried to find you on your sixteenth birthday but... But Sophia said you’d run away. I- It’s been so long. My sweet boy–” She moved forward, arms open to try and embrace him. Wesley immediately stumbled back, eyes flashing in warning. “Go away.”  “W-What? Wesley–”  “GO. AWAY.” Wesley’s words was like venom, and the ground froze around him. His form flickered and his voice sounded like it held the screams of thousands of lost souls. He shoved past her — his mother — fists clenched and eyes blazing. He felt her try and reach for him, but her hand passed through his arm as it turned intangible. 

His mother was alive... His mother was alive?! And what the fuck did she think was going to happen?? Some tearful, touching reunion?! She’d left him with a monster, run away and left her own child behind. She hadn’t tried to reach out to him, hadn’t tried to go through Sophia or his school. She’d simply let him live a miserable existence for sixteen years before he’d run away. He shouldn’t be surprised that his father had lied to him, but Sophia too? The maid that had practically raised him? The only person who he thought he trusted as a teenager? He was practically shaking, vibrating with anger. Wisps of ghostly energy swirled around him, his eyes glowed an icy blue, and objects flew out of his path as he walked, reacting to his telekinesis. People dashed out of his way, eyes wide with fear in ways they hadn’t been around him since he’d fallen in love with Michele. He felt betrayed, lost, and more alone than ever before. He didn’t want to go to his dorm, didn’t want to go to the library. He stopped in front of his door, ushering Salem — who had been following faithfully behind him — into his room. Immediately he vanished, causing a few students around him to jump in surprise. Normally, Wesley would find that amusing; but not today. His form floated aimlessly, passing through walls and classrooms in silence. He hadn’t gone full ghost form in over a year. He used to do it to escape, when even drinking wasn’t enough. He hadn’t needed to do so recently... Things had been good. Though that all changed with three words, didn’t it? ""I'm your mother."