#Sunset Salvatore

[devilspawn-sunset-official]

Sunset Cover

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[gaslightgirlsummer]

charles leclerc is a lana del rey girlie. i have no proof but also absolutely no doubt

[fotoecitazioni]

Tramonto Sereno tramonto primavera -rinasco sono con te

[somardani-reblogs]

🖤

Salvatore Tonnara

[klausysworld]

can u write something about damon just being soft and whipped for his girl. just need a damon fluffy fic rn 😩😩

Everything to him

Damon stood with his arms around his girl’s waist as she finished her makeup in the mirror. His chin on top her head as he watched as she layered the romantic red lipstick onto her soft plump lips. He could only hope to have their prints all over him by later that night as she looked herself over.

“You look perfect” he mumbled when she frowned a little and tilted her head. “There’s absolutely nothing I would change, in fact although the makeup has you looking all this much sexier, even without you wear the face of an angel” he purred seeing her lips lift into a smile and her head turn to look at him.

“I’d say flattery gets you no where but it seems to have gotten you rather far as of now” she lifted her arms over his head and round his neck while batting her lashes as him. He pulled her closer so his lips ghosted hers and his eyes dropped at the feeling of her fingers in his hair.

“I only tell the truth to you” he whispered gravelly and she hummed in reply, scratching at his head slowly knowing how it affected him. His eyes shut and pressed his forehead to hers “god I love you” he muttered and her smile grew

“I love you Damon Salvatore” she grinned and he tilted his head slightly to have his lips against hers. He allowed her to take the lead, moving her mouth against his and Brighton’s her other hand up to cup his face as both his hands slid up her back to hold the tops of her arms.

“You’re going to ruin my hair” he muttered and she laughed lightly against his lips before pulling back to look at him, her fingers running through each lock

“I like it messy” she decided before brushing it through with her hands and positioning it in a way that she found suited him best. His eyes glossed over as he watched her loving smile and felt her gentle touches. Her fingertips dances down the back of his neck and round to the front before she adjusted his leather, pulling it tighter on him and wetting her painted lips. Her palms smoothed down his chest, her deep red nails dragging down his black t-shirt before pulling up the hem only to groan at his display of abs. Her thumb tracing his happy trail and stopping at the top of his low-hanging jeans. Her fingers skimming over his belt in a teasing manner.

“Y/n…” he muttered feeling his body getting aroused by her actions “we have a reservation”he reminded, a breath of air leaving him as her hand cupped his crotch through his trousers “baby…” he whispered “you can almost never get a table there”

She sighed and gave him a light squeeze, listened to him grunt and then fixed his shirt and stepped back admiring him “okay…but after…” she pouted and he nodded eagerly

“After you can do anything you want.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

She bit her bottom lip gently and held her hand out which he quickly took with a lustful smirk in place.

He kept a hand in hers the whole drive there, only breaking the hold for a second as they got out the car before an arm was back round her hips. She smoothed her cherry coloured dress down, adjusting it to rest a little lower on her thighs as it had ridden up in the car. His gaze dropped to her heels which make a distinct ‘click’ with each step she took. His eyes followed back up her gorgeous legs, along her beautiful figure and back to her face. Watching as she spoke to the waiter at the front who was finding their reservation in the system with a bashful blush on his cheeks as she flashed her pearly white teeth. Damon knew how easy it was to get lost in her charm.

He was barely aware of the world around them as he followed her to their table by the window, overlooking the sunset which was already meeting the stary night sky. Menus were slipped into both their hands and wine glasses filled as though the staff just knew what they would order.

She looked to him with admiration in her eyes and his lips curled up “I can’t believe you managed to book us in here” she whispered and he smiled back

“I can’t believe you almost had us miss our time slot, we only just made it”

“I’m sure I would’ve made up for it”

his mouth formed a lip lifted grin in response and he glanced down to his wine glass “I don’t doubt that, not for even a second” he muttered under his breath and she offered him another award winning smile which consequently brought his own upon his lips.

Her foot slipped out of her heel to leisurely brush along his leg as their food came and they engaged in pointless yet meaningful conversation and ate their meals. And for one of those rare moments, he felt like he was human again. He felt no urges, no lust for blood or chaos, he was calm. Happy.

He loved Y/n in ways he had never explored. Ways he wasn’t sure how to but he did them regardless and if he was doing it wrong, she didn’t tell him. She just helped him feel it, she chose him first and loved him and solely him and it was all he had ever wanted. All he had ever needed.

His mind often wondered at times like this, just listening to her voice and watching her lips move, and then the way her eyes would shine under the light and her hair would bounce over her shoulders as she waved her hands around in unnecessary gestures.

He knew he was smiling like a teenage boy with a crush but he couldn’t help it, even when she stopped talking and just grinned back at him knowingly. Her hand finding his and squeezing gently as their desserts were placed before them.

“If you’d like…we could skip dessert” Damon whispered suggestively making her smile

“Oh but then we’d have wasted our reservation” she sighed and leaned back in her seat, digging into her sweet dish and watching his eyes darken over slightly before he looked down to his food and begrudgingly ate the heavenly portion.

By the time they had both finished, paid and gotten to the door, a horrific amount of rain was bouncing off the ground.

Y/n turned her head to him before swiping the car keys from his hand and dashing for car making him let out a laugh and chase after her, completely forgetting his vampire abilities and just managing to get into the car before she locked it. Both of them looked at each other with large smiles on their faces before each bursting into fits of laughed and flicking their hands at one another to throw rain-water on their faces.

Eventually they got home and Damon had he run his arms, spinning in circles and running for the ridiculously big bathtub so they could soak together in the warmth of both the water and each others arms.

[yuellii]

catch me if you can, salvatore

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 there are quite obvious red flags in your relationship, and they’re all from him

feat. neuvillette, zhongli, pierro ( separately )

note. reader’s gender unspecified, the old men of genshin ( i’m so sorry ), established toxic marriages given the prompt, possible fontaine lore inconsistencies

> [part one] . part two

NEUVILLETTE. always too serious

Your bedroom was a space sadly quieter than even the outdoors. For at least on your doorstep, the sounds of crickets were heard, the mechanical noises of distant construction were there—but here, there was not even a sound.

Perhaps you were too sensitive. But you also thought a spouse had every right to feel love and respect from their husband, and you felt none of that. The suffocation of this Fontaine air only brought up an even more suffocating man, and you fear you may lose your breath before even coming to your senses.

“You’re up late.” He stood right behind you at the opening of the balcony. Of course, you didn’t hear him coming from inside that silent fortress of a household. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

His words—you wish he didn’t say them, for they’ll unwillingly fill your thoughts with the idea that he cares. But sometimes ( or perhaps most ), you were too foolish to counteract that.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you simply said, continuing to stare out into the blue aura of the nation. A technicolor world made of music and machine—but unfortunately, your husband was only like a machine. “Was so caught up awake, completely immersed by your current court performance,” you yawned sarcastically.

He grumbled, “It’s a court hearing, not a silly performance.” Then, he joined you at the bar of the balcony, perhaps far too distanced from you for your liking. He was never next to you; always paces away just light tonight. “And I’ve been telling you, I can sign you up as a spectator or part of the jury.”

You almost snarled after he failed to pick up your sarcasm. “I’d rather die before you did that,” you scoffed. “Me? Sitting in that stuffy courthouse whilst you talk for hours? If it were my way, Her Grace would’ve had her way a long time ago. Perhaps you can learn from her, sometime. It can loosen you up for once.” He turned to glare at you.

“Oh, spare me the levity.” From the way he suddenly straightened his back, presenting himself a towering height over you, you knew you were about to be scolded. “If you cannot take the Court of Fontaine for what it is instead of a laughing stock, than perhaps you should be the next one on a treason hearing for exile.”

Your stomach dropped. As inconceivable as it sounded, you wouldn’t put it past him with how booming his tone was. And… coming from your own husband… “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, good Monsieur.” To very man that wore your wedding band. “But spare me one truth…”

“Right now, are you my husband, or are you the Chief Justice?”

You immediately regretted the question once his eyes looked ready to kill.

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ZHONGLI. overprotective

Sunrise, Midday, Sunset, Midnight.

You could only see the light from the cold glass of your window, or the freshest air from your porch. Sometimes the fresh sea breeze of the harbor, but that was more of a rarity.

You loved Liyue Harbor; so did your husband. Living in Jueyun Karst was safe, sure, but it was boring. And maybe, there was a time that you loved the harbor so much during Lantern Rite—a time where lanterns graced the sky and fireworks were heard all the way from your small home in Minlin. So much, in fact, you almost felt like Rapunzel in those fairytale books when she leaped out of the comforts of her tower to chase the lights.

And even moreso like Rapunzel when Zhongli saw you at the harbor with a look of horror on his face, not caring of the genuine smile you carried before dragging you away by the wrist. Perhaps it was then that you felt more like his scolded child than his ‘beloved’ spouse.

Could he not see the light in your eyes as you pranced around the harbor? Could he not understand how boring it was to be cooped up in the mountains for your ‘safety’? It sucked, it really did. And it sucked even more once you tasted freedom at the harbor, once you met people that would never shackle down your life to never experience the many joys that Liyue had to offer.

“Am I your partner, or your controlled child?!” you seethed once he dragged you back inside the house.

“I am simply bringing you back after you failed to listen to me,” Zhongli calmly stated. Calm, he was also so calm, emotions be damned. “I told you not to go to the harbor, especially on your own. Have I told you what happened before through the tale of Osial?”

You coughed out in exasperation. “You’re acting like this during a festival?” There was a clear betrayal in your voice—it was truly something he had been hiding from you all this time. “You’re just going to let me be locked up in here, because you think a festival is unsafe?”

“It’s for your protection.”

“‘Protection’, give me a break, Zhongli.” You were near desperate to go back, like once you got an inch of freedom, you suddenly needed it all—but perhaps he only saw you like a partner who needs to be more controlled. “I married you for all your adventurous tales,” you reasoned. “You sounded much more excitingly interesting than you actually are, I fear.”

He continued to stare at you, face hardening into something of a glare like a parent disciplining a child. You hated it. You hated this, you hated him. And as he walked back out with the door locked by some force, you could only wonder how you married a man so cruel.

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PIERRO. a master manipulator

“You know I love you.”

The large pads of his fingers massaged coarsely through your hair at the very top of your head, brushing the your scalp almost delicately like a doll.

“Right?”

It felt almost like Hell itself to feel flutters in your stomach from the way the deep mess of his voice resounded in your ears. It was akin to signing a contract with the devil, like this feeling of infatuation was a demon’s sickly trick. “I do.”

He hummed in contentment. Not like you pleased him with your answer, but like you answered him correctly, as if this some sort of test where there was only one right answer.

He had you seated down on his lap, and it still made you feel like a doll. But there was an uncertainty in it—one that made you question if you should be feeling used and disgusted, or in love with being pampered by your husband like this.

You married a leading man of the most dangerous elites. Perhaps the fluttering feelings pulling at your heart were more of a warning sign than something good, but you couldn’t help it when he made you feel so special. Special words, special treatment—so painfully addicting and so obvious to win your favor for your hand in marriage.

“When the time comes,” he whispered once more, as if speaking the holy words only pure lovers could dare to hear, “would you die for me?”

You should’ve know this was coming, truly. It should’ve been clear the moment he courted you, and painfully obvious once he wanted to wed you. A puppet he could control at his will, someone who looked so innocent compared to the dangerous looks of the Fatui—a person easily stricken by love and compliments, easily you.

But he captured your heart in a way that was devouring, like your love was swallowed into a black hold the moment you showed any weakness. He trapped you in a web you could not escape once pulled in, and you feared you were truly doomed from the start. But that was how the leader of the Harbingers worked; and that was how you gave up your life.

“Yes, I would.”

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere!Stefan Salvatore Romantic Headcanons, please, I love everything you wrote ❤️🔥

❝ 🧛 — lady l: of course! I hope you like these headcanons, I made them in a hurry, but with love! And thank you, I'm very happy to hear that! ❤️❤️

❝tw: obsessive and overprotective behavior, mention of murder and toxic relationships.

❝🧛pairing: yandere!stefan salvatore x gender neutral!reader.

Stefan is very passionate and shows it in the best way possible. He's the traditional romantic, opening doors for you, holding your hand, and giving you gifts he thinks you might want. He puts you above everything and everyone, always prioritizing his desires above his own. You are very important to him and he will always show you how much he loves and cherishes you.

Stefan always makes a point of sending flowers unexpectedly, just to see your smile light up the room. He also loves writing old-fashioned letters, expressing his deepest feelings and making it clear how much you mean to him.

Besides, he loves surprising you with small gestures of affection, like preparing a romantic candlelit dinner or arranging special outings for the two of you. His dedication and attention to detail show how passionate he is about you. He may not necessarily eat food, but if you are human, he will be happy to prepare it for you.

But if you are a vampire, Stefan will make sure to give you his blood whenever you want. Although vampire blood isn't the most nutritious, he doesn't like the idea of ​​you feeding on other people, of touching them in such an intimate way. He prefers that you feed on animal blood, but he is aware that not all vampires are used to it, so he prefers to give his blood to you.

In addition to the fact that vampires sharing blood is something intimate, much more than any other thing, so it is another way for him to have you.

He strives to create memorable moments and share unique experiences with you, like watching the sunset together in special places or dancing under the stars on quiet nights. He loves taking you out, whether it's to Mystic Grill or somewhere fancier, it's always perfect by your side.

Stefan is an extremely attentive partner and concerned about your well-being, adapting his demonstrations of love according to your needs and preferences. His willingness to make you feel special and prioritized shows how committed he is to the relationship. And you better believe that he's very committed to you.

But he is suffocating. Stefan tries not to be possessive and not hover over you, but... He can't help it, it's his protective instincts screaming at him to never leave you alone. Not with so many threats lurking. What if you were hurt? Kidnapped or murdered? Stefan goes into a frenzy just thinking about it. No, you shouldn't be alone.

He knows it can be suffocating and stressful for you to have him hovering, but that's his nature. Even more so if you're human. Stefan will always be close to you, either by your side or on the lookout, but he will be there and at the sign of any danger you will be taken to a safe place quickly.

Stefan is jealous but he tries not to be too possessive because he knows it's not a healthy thing and if he loses control he could end up hurting you and that's something he would never forgive himself if he did. He usually scares away his potential threats to you but if they are too insistent, Stefan will gut them alive. There is no other option.

He's not a bad romantic partner, he's far from it. But if Stefan succumbs to his protectiveness, his obsession and his vampiric instincts... Nothing good will come of it. You are everything to him and he can't lose you. Stefan can't lose the one person who loves him deeply, the one person he loves more than anything. He can't lose you.

Even if you try to leave him, he will still lurk, like a ghost watching you. Stefan just wants to make sure you're okay and there's nothing wrong with that, right? Just keep your mind straight and give him all the love in the world and Stefan will make up you for it.

He would hate to force you to love him, but that's not off limits.

[waywardblazer]

Centuries

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Fluff, angst…but mostly fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Summary/Prompt: Hours before the curse is broken, you briefly bump into the infamous Klaus Mikaelson for the first time but you see something inside of him that’s unexpected.

A/N: Should there be a pt.2 where y/n reunites with Klaus??? 🤔

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Tonight was the full moon.

That meant that it was the night that Klaus would finally be able to break the curse. The curse that binded his werewolf side and stopped him from becoming a true hybrid.

Despite everyone’s attempts, there seemed to be no way around it.

Stefan had taken Elena away for the rest of the day after Damon force fed her his blood. You had also heard about Tyler rolling back into town meaning that Klaus would have everything he needed. The ritual was going to happen regardless of what anyone wanted.

In the Salvatore mansion, Elijah had just gone over the plan once more to ensure that it would work. You were there simply so he could be certain.

“If the plan does not succeed, my brother will become The Original Hybrid by the time the full moon completes its final phase.” Elijah informed, his gaze moving from you, down to where he was fixing the cuff of his sleeve.

You gave him a small nod. “It’ll work Elijah. I…I know it will.” You attempted to reassure him, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed you. He studied you for a moment before exiting the room. You watched him leave, sighing quietly to yourself.

Much to The Salvatore’s dismay, you found the existence of the Originals to be rather intriguing and had spent the better part of the last month or so getting to know more about them. By them, you meant Elijah, since he had been the only Original the gang had encountered. That was not including Klaus when he had been in Alaric’s body. In return for your curiosity, Elijah seemed to have grown fond of you.

Right now however, you weren’t of any help to anyone. You needed to get out.

Even though the mansion was exceptionally large you felt too pent up. So you headed off to the lake. At least there you could have a brief moment to think alone.

It wasn’t far, so once you made it you took a seat on the bench, staring out at the lake as the afternoon sun slowly made its descent over the horizon. The remaining light seemed to bounce off the water’s surface, making it look as if it shimmered.

“Is this where you go to get away from the Salvatores?” An strangely familiar voice spoke from behind.

You stumbled off the bench with a gasp and spun around on your heels only to come face to face with a rather tall man. Your breath hitched and fear immediately swept through your body the second you realised who it was.

“Klaus.” You breathed out, taking a nervous step backwards.

“Relax, love, I am not of any threat to you.” He reassured with a gentle grin, hands raised briefly in surrender. “I am simply savouring the last moments before I become my true self.”

You watched him wearily. Part of you wanted to run, but you dreaded what he might do if you tried.

Klaus’ grin seemed to fade. He couldn’t just see the fear in your eyes but he could also hear your heart as it pounded within your chest. He dipped his head and stepped away, creating some distance between you both.

“It’s a beautiful sunset, wouldn’t you agree?” He asked in an attempt to spark some sort of conversation to break the tension.

Looking up, you couldn’t disagree that the mixture of red, orange and purple colours that lit up the sky was beautiful.

“Yeah…it is.” You mumbled quietly.

Klaus smiled to himself as you continued to study him from where you stood. He could feel your eyes on him.

He remained silent for a good few moments before letting out a sigh. “I know you think you should be scared of me, but I assure you that you do not.”

“You want to hurt the people I care about so I think I have every right to be afraid.” You reminded him, bravely holding his gaze. You were surprised when he nodded in agreement.

“Fair point.” He replied. Then carefully took a seat on the bench. His gaze shifted to the ground momentarily before returning back up to you. “Y/N, if…there was another way—” He began but faltered in finishing what he wanted to say.

Your brows creased slightly as you searched his eyes. Eyes that remained on you. There was some sort of emotion hidden behind those centuries old eyes that you wouldn’t have imagined possible to find in the proclaimed evil Klaus Mikaelson.

It was Pain. Deeply rooted pain.

You didn’t know his story and yet it broke your heart to see such pain in someone’s eyes.

It made you wonder whether there was more to him than just how everyone portrayed him. That being known worldwide to be a ruthless mass murder, a monster and big bad wolf with no remorse was simply a facade to hide the concealed truth that maybe, just maybe he had a heart.

Turning to look back out at the lake, you realised that you had finally let your body relax. You knew he wasn’t going to hurt you. He had no need too. You mustered up the courage to sit down beside him. With a quiet sigh, you looked up at him. There were no words needed to be exchanged. You both just sat in a strangely comfortable silence.

As the night arrived, a chill filled the air. You shivered.

“You’re cold, love.” Klaus softly noted, a gentle frown of concern passing across his face.

You huffed out a quiet chuckle. “I’m alright.” You insisted. The way he called you love had your stomach fluttering in a way that made you mentally scold yourself.

Klaus didn’t seem to take that as an answer because he took off his jacket, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes appeared to sparkle under the moonlight.

Your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze. “Thank you Klaus.” You managed to whisper, pulling his coat around yourself for extra warmth.

He dipped his head. “Of course, love.” He uttered in a gentle tone before he stood up.

You tilted your head in confusion before spotting the moon high up in the sky. You looked back at him. You knew exactly where he was going.

“It’s time, isn’t it?”

The soon to be hybrid nodded. “It is.”

You let out a deep sigh. There was absolutely no way you could stop him and…you didn’t really want to anyway. No one should be denied a part of themselves.

“Go.” You said.

Only for a split second but long enough for you to see, he hesitated. Like he was reconsidering. But the urge to take back what was lost outweighed anything else.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He murmured, “Hopefully we’ll meet again under better circumstances.”

He then vamp sped off with a whoosh, disappearing in a blink of an eye leaving you alone under the light of the full moon.

“Bye, Klaus.” You whispered. “And…good luck.”

[terapsina]

EPILOGUE - Part 2 - She's Come Undone and Set Free- Angry BAMF Elena Fic

relationships: elena/elijah, elena & rebekah, elena & caroline, elena & bonnie, caroline/klaus, bonnie/rebekah

summary:

She’d been free. Freed from a conscience she couldn’t afford to give up again. Free from the grief she’d never actually wanted to abandon, not until the choice was taken from her. But also free from the two brothers that had been taking choices away from her from the moment they’d come to town.

And she didn’t want to give that freedom up. She wouldn’t. Not ever again.

/or/

When Elena feels her humanity returning she finds herself focusing on having finally been free from the Salvatore brothers, and doesn't abandon her justified anger. Unfortunately, she also realizes that her sire bond to Damon isn't fully broken and goes to Rebekah for help, help that involves a little trip to New Orleans.

On the way, Elena will have to deal with her newly returned humanity as well as some long-awaited truths about Caroline's old relationship with the older Salvatore.

There are some things that even the most compassionate person could never forgive.

read on AO3:

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sneak peek:

Rebekah had been stubbornly ignoring the sight of Caroline's judgemental eyes on the periphery of her vision for the past three minutes. The younger vampire didn't say anything, and yet the eyes seemed to be getting louder with each passing moment anyway. "What?" she finally snapped, once it became clear that unless she chose to acknowledge it, this might very well continue for the rest of the night. "You're doing it wrong," Caroline informed her. Rebekah tried to remind herself that she actually rather liked the blonde baby-vampire now. Unfortunately, after forty-eight hours of getting subjected to Caroline actively micromanaging every single, last aspect of this particular day... it was rather hard to remember why. She took in a fortifying breath and made herself remember how much she was looking forward to the sight of Bonnie lying beside her on some European beach in that new dark blue bikini Rebekah had seen her packing into a suitcase - an evening with cooling sand beneath them, still-warm light from the sunset playing across the lines and dips of Bonnie's relaxed form; the feeling of Bonnie's hand in her own as Rebekah pulled her into the frothy waves for a midnight swim - and that any new murder attempts on Rebekah's part would instead certainly result in a rather sad and lonely trip through Europe. Killing Caroline wouldn't be worth losing that. Plus Nik would probably bitch about it from now until Earth got swallowed by the expanding hunger of their sun. On the other hand... "It's a marshmallow, how exactly can I be burning it wrong?"

[moremaybank]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open & was hoping that you could do some Damon Salvatore relationship headcanons with a Female Reader who's kind, cheerful, & sweet. I love when you write characters with those traits & would love to see more! Please & thank you!

dating damon salvatore as a cheerful and sweet person...

a/n: i hope this is alright for you, love! thanks for the kind words<3

damon masterlist

you're a big ball of positivity and kindness

and damon's...well...the opposite

so it shouldn't work

you shouldn't work

but you do

throughout his human and vampire life, damon's experienced a lot of tragedy and darkness

the abuse he endured from his father and the grief he experienced when he lost his mother left a hole in him, a hole bigger than he would ever admit in the light of day

then, he lost katherine

and then he turned into a vampire, and all of that was heightened

not to mention him being on the outs with his brother

so all hope was thought to be lost

that was, until you came around

you were all filled with sunshine and optimism, you were practically oozing kindness through your pores

and half of damon's brain was like "who in their right mind is that happy and hopeful?"

but the more the other half thought about it, it realized that he needed someone like you more than ever

you reminded him of what it was like to be human

what it was like to have hope

what is was like to dream

to embrace all things, good and bad

you were a walking representation of the fact that there still is goodness and purity in the world

and it made the lonely 100+ years of his life worth it, because at the end of the dark tunnel, there you were

being in a relationship with you was more fun than he'd had in a very long time

yeah, he liked to go on and on about how much fun being a vampire is, and it was mostly true

but there was always a void inside him that was left empty

and with you, that void was filled beyond the brim

you helped remind him of the simple pleasures in life, like eating a decadent dessert together, or watching the sunset together at the end of a long day

you reminded him of what it was like to truly be at peace

and you showed him that he was worthy of love and acceptance

that he wasn't evil, but he'd been through a lot more than the average human had

but most importantly, you helped him want to change for himself, to be better for himself, and that meant the world

so that was exactly what he would give you: the world

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damon tag list (join here!): @maybankslover @kittyqrt @caseysalvatore @skydisneylover @iluvniklaus

[bywons]

moots as songs

𓈒 ୭ৎ 🖇 — 𝒎oot games !

sorry i took a bit long bae :( </3

♡ @euncsace as always forever by cults ( you and me always forever, we could stay along together say you'll never be separate )

♡ @atrirose as salvatore by lana del rey ( i adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? summer's hot but I've been cold without you )

♡ @leaderwon as white ferrari by frank ocean ( i care for you still and I will forever that was my part of the deal, honest we got so familiar )

♡ @voikiraz as you get me so high by the neighborhood ( we could be the greatest it doesn't matter if we're never rich or famous )

♡ @haknom as lover's rock by TV girl ( you like a pretty boy, with a pretty voice who's trying to sell u something )

♡ @hoonvrs as stargirl interlude by the weeknd and lana del rey ( and i shouldn't cry but i love it starboy, i just wanna see you shine cause i know you are a stargirl )

♡ @lilacnini as remember when by wallows ( do you remember when we felt like the only two alive? don't let me be one of the people that seek a lost romance )

♡ @copyhanni as good looking by suki waterhouse ( baby, I'm high octane, fever in a shock wave, my core vibrates in an opium haze )

♡ @weoris as pain by pinkpantheress ( i expected to see you on your morning run again i know i shouldn't be watching 'cause every time i feel the pain )

♡ @lheebra as washing machine heart by mitski ( toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart, baby bang it up inside )

♡ @bambisite as melting by kali uchis ( so you'll smile at everything i say you got some soft lips and some pearly whites )

♡ @isoobie as the perfect pair by beabadobee ( 'cause I would anyways we'd end up like always you know me, you better show me )

♡ @okwonyo as show me how by men i trust ( show me how you care, tell me how you loved before, show me how you smile )

♡ @wonifullove as stupid in love by max, huh yunjin ( let's get married in vegas, we don't need guest list i don't wanna think too much )

♡ @naespas as are you bored yet? by wallows, clairo ( 'cause we could stay at home or watch the sunset, but I can't help from askin', "are you bored yet?" )

♡ @rsmura as tek it by cafuné ( i watch the moon, let it run my mood, can't stop thinking of you )

♡ @yeokii as i must apologise by pink pantheress ( Your paranoia, it happens all the time, and that's 'cause lying's a big problem of mine )

♡ @sainns as dancing with your ghost by sasha sloan ( im still your girl, holding on too tight, head up in the clouds )

HELP i hope i didn't miss out any of my pookies 😔 if i did don't be sad bae, it's prolly becuz i dunno ur vibe yet as we don't interact much! SO TALK TO ME BAEEE :3

[iknowshocker]

the emotional chokehold jokai has on me is so real lol

“You look like shit,” Jo says, frowning down at him. “Did you sleep at all?”

“Is someone dead?” Kai asks, bracing his hand on the railing. “Is that why you’re looking at me like that? Someone died?”

“You’d know, wouldn’t you?”

“Josette,” he sighs. “Just tell me.”

“Bonnie’s missing.”

Kai’s ears start to ring so loudly he misses everything she says next. 

His vision blurs, tunneling into black until he can’t see Jo, or the house, or the glow of the sunset at his back. The only thing keeping him up is the hand he has clamped around the railing, his grip cracking the old wood. 

Power tingles at the tips of his fingers, crawling up his arms to wrap like a vice around his heart. 

His head pounds, the pain so overwhelming and sudden he nearly buckles under the pressure. He imagines, briefly, setting Damon Salvatore on fire. The image quickly shifts to tearing out his heart, which isn’t nearly as satisfying as he needs it to be. But it might be enough to take him apart slowly, starting with his fingers and ending with his stupid, smug, fucking irresponsible head -  

“Malachai!” 

Kai blinks, coming back into his body, and registers two things. 

1. Jo, now standing on the stair above him, has one arm raised and 2. the right side of his face stings. 

“...Did you just slap me?”

[gaslightgirlsummer]

i was tagged by my beloved @stvrmhondss to post a snippet from one of my wips, so here it is! it's a bit from (working title) salvatore, my biggest project right now <3

When the sun begins to set over the Styrian mountains, Max is quietly whisked away towards the Ferrari motorhome. The four staffers that came to pick him up create a red barrier around him, the very opposite of inconspicuous, but he’s not worried. As they walk through the paddock he can see that it’s almost completely deserted; the celebrations have quieted down, the teams wrapping up their business to finally claim their deserved rest. From time to time they pass the occasional member of logistics or transportation personnel preparing for the road, but they don’t pay Max any attention, eager to finish off their tasks. When they arrive, the building standing out in a stark contrast to the backdrop of green scenery, Max cannot help thinking the Ferrari motorhome looks majestic in the sunset light seeping through the Styrian peaks. He knows he should be focusing on other things, significantly more important than aesthetics, but the sight is captivating. The warm, summer sunset brings out the shine and depth of rosso corsa, makes the yellow shields look golden. It’s mesmerizing.  As he enters the building, Max is aware he sticks out like a sore thumb among the shades of red, a shadow among their brilliant walls. He’s still wearing his Red Bull polo, no time to change after they finished debrief. A gentle voice in the back of his head (one that sounds suspiciously a lot like Charles) tells him that soon enough he’ll fit right in. It does nothing to help with the knot that’s formed in his stomach the moment he stepped inside the Ferrari motorhome. A faint tune carries throughout the building. Max can’t pinpoint where exactly it’s coming from; it’s quiet but omnipresent, filling the air with a soft, melancholic sound. The words sung by the older, male voice are intelligible, but if he focuses hard enough he can tell that they are Italian. Despite himself, Max smiles. Of course it’s Italian.  The melody accompanies him while he walks through the red halls and when he’s ushered into Frederic Vasseur’s office. Even here, on the pristine white walls, there are stripes of rosso corsa. This team never lets you forget who they are. 

i'm tagging @il-predestinato, @drivestraight and whoever wants to share as well <3

and if anyone's curious, this is the melody max is hearing, chosen for more than just Vibes

[altairtalisman]

Sal's Bio

"I'm supposed to go before them... so why is it the other way around...?"

More details on Sal is under the cut

Name: Salvatore "Sal" Rosso

Age: 642

Height: 168 cm

Birthday: 9 Durna 1380 (Wahaqr)

Orientation: Cisgender Omnisexual Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Species: Chronoven (formerly human)

Title: The Fifth Hour

Country of Birth: Hirdielle

Likes: Alcohol, junk food, cheese, smoking, anything minty

Dislikes: Funerals, sunflowers, anything sweet

Hobbies: Watching sunsets, chess, woodworking, playing card games

Personality: Formerly a cheerful and attentive man, he's currently morose and prefers to be lost in his own thoughts ever since he lost his entire family. He's also the type that believes in actions over words, hence why he doesn't say much be it as a human or as a chronoven

Style: Comfy clothes that doesn't irritate him when he stays in one position for hours on end, otherwise he doesn't pay much attention to clothes. Only clothing item that he pays attention to is the ribbon that he uses to tie his hair, which belonged to his late wife

Abilities: Able to freely cross between Ratein and the Astral Realm without the need of dimension gates. Is able to use cosmic magic, stop time, view events happening in the past, present and future, as well as cause anything that his weapon comes in contact with to 'dissociate' from existence (apart from chronovens, The Caretaker and The Artiste)

Like the rest of the Hourly Twelve, Salvatore is also able to open portals that allow him to travel anywhere. Also able to reverse time, but only once and at the cost of his life. Being a chronoven, he's only able to die either by his lifespan naturally running out, or by time reversal

Due to his occupation as a locksmith, he possesses the exclusive ability to lock all abilities one possesses as well as to undo said locking. It doesn't affect the Caretaker and the Artiste though, plus he also can't use this ability on himself

Background: Salvatore led an unremarkable life as a locksmith, until he met an elf who would eventually become his wife. At 26 years old, they welcomed their son into the world. Due to mixed blood, the son was a half-elf which meant that he would most certainly outlive his human peers but not his mother

Wanting his son to live a fulfilling life, he encouraged him to travel Ratein and make as many friends as possible. Salvatore then resolved to spend as much time as possible with his wife so that she could at least have memories with him to look back on when he eventually passes. He also encouraged her to find someone that made her happy when his death came to pass, not wanting his wife to feel obligated to stay a widow out of respect to him at the cost of her happiness

His son constantly sent them letters, each mentioning about the places he had visited and the beings he met. Sometime in 1429, his son sent them a letter detailing about how he met Alena in a Lyuharrnese bookstore and decided that he would stay there for an extended period of time. Both parents thought that it was sweet that their son wanted to stay in Lyuharrno for someone he saw a future with, and supported his decision

Three years later, his son married Alena and invited his parents to the wedding where they saw Alena for the first time. His wife immediately approved of her, only wanting her son to marry someone who was true to him. Salvatore, on the other hand, pulled Alena to one side and asked if she was prepared to spend her life with a half-elf. This surprised her as she didn't truly consider this question while dating his son, but didn't care as they loved each other

Satisfied that Alena was genuinely true to his son albeit naïve, he gave his blessings and exchanged letters with his son after learning that his son would live in Lyuharrno with Alena to start a family there. A year later, Salvatore and his wife learnt about their granddaughter from their son's letters which delighted them, though Salvatore wondered if his granddaughter being a quarter-elf meant that his wife would outlive her too

His life took a turn for the worse in Primna 1436, he had learnt from Alena's letter that both his son and granddaughter had died in an avalanche. He knew from the letter that the Lyuharrnese was struggling to keep herself together and had difficulty even writing the letter informing them about the unfortunate incident. His wife started to keep to herself, barely eating or sleeping while Salvatore could only helplessly watch on as he tried to be strong for his wife

Salvatore's life came to a screeching halt two months after the fateful letter came. He was informed that his wife was involved in a drowning accident in the sea and most likely walked into the deep end after drinking heavily the night before. However, this explanation didn't explain the electrocution burns on her corpse. He knew that it was more likely to be suicide, and given his wife's distaste for alcohol, she had cast a powerful lightning spell on herself while submerged in water to commit suicide, but said nothing to everyone

Now alone, for Alena was unreachable and he assumed that she had also killed herself, Salvatore smoked and drank heavily, no longer caring about his health nor was his wife around to express distate towards alcohol. In 1440, he crossed paths with a travelling merchant who tried to sell her wares by saying that they can make his wishes come true. He proceeded to ask if they could bring his family back from the dead, which made the merchant feel guilty. She then gave him a meteorite necklace, sharing with Salvatore that according to rumours that she heard, anyone who owned the meteorite necklace went missing, and that the result might be what he sought for

Unconvinced, he returned to his house and drank bottle after bottle in order to numb himself from the pain of losing his family. While drinking, he stared at the necklace and cried, angrily demanding it to return him to before he told his son to go explore the world. The necklace glowed, seemingly acceding to his demand

He then suddenly felt his body growing warmer and the left side of his chest was being gored out painlessly. His right eye then felt as though he had accidentally poked it, and didn't notice himself breaking up and reforming in a galaxy. After an eternity, he was approached by a muscular humanoid that reminded Salvatore of the stars and unknown cosmos in the Hirdiellese skies. He then introduced himself as Ma Li of the Third Hour, who then proceeded to ask if Salvatore had any fruit liqueur on his person

After responding that he didn't have any, Ma Li sighed with disappointment before muttering that Salvatore wasn't presentable enough to attend the party. When asked what party Ma Li was referring to, the latter joyfully explained that Salvatore was now basically time personified and while he couldn’t do anything fun such as going back in time to save his loved ones, he could relieve his past memories due to his abilities as a chronoven

Convinced that he had died, Salvatore asked where was his family and started to wander off to search for them. Ma Li then stabbed him in the leg, asking Salvatore if he felt anything from it. The latter responded yes, and that even at his lowest, he could tell that Ma Li was definitely not in the right sense of mind. Ma Li merely laughed it off, explaining that he wouldn't have stabbed him if he knew that Salvatore could die from being wounded

The Third Hour then explained that Salvatore was what the world would call chronovens, and that he had complete mastery over time and space save for the fact that he couldn't travel in time without serious consequences. He also explained that as a chronoven, Salvatore had an exclusive chronoven ability related to him which the latter didn’t care much about

Salvatore asked if this meant that he was immortal, with Ma Li explaining that they would eventually die after a few eons or so, unless if he reversed time to stop his son from leaving Hirdielle and even then, it wasn't guaranteed that he would prevent his son and wife from dying prematurely. Ma Li then added that it was likely time for Salvatore to figure out himself, for he spent almost his entire life ensuring that his loved ones were happy

Wary towards Ma Li but also recognising that his last words made sense, he went back to his house and laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling above as he allowed melancholy to acquaint itself with introspection…

True Form:

[celestias-selfships]

Promo

The old Anastasia can’t come to the phone right now.

Why?

Oh, cause she’s dead!

Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm 19, and I love selfshipping. I left the community and kept this blog for a while because I was not mentally ok and I was healing. I wanna be here and make friends here. I don't care about politics. I don't care what views you hold, I just wanna make friends. I'm a huge Swiftie. I'm down to share F/Os, if you don't want to and you don't want me to interact, let me know. If you have rules for people who have the same f/os, let me know and I'll follow them and tag.

turbulent INTJ, Hufflepuff (not supporting JKR, just liking the vibes of the hufflepuff common room and the double entendre), Reputation stan, harbinger of chaos, princess

Favorite artists: The Doors, Taylor Swift, Palaye Royale, Elle Lexxa, Siouxie and the Banshees, The Cure, Nine Inch Nails

Self insert: Celestia, an ex disney actress turned popstar.

tag: #I'll be the actress staring in your bad dreams

Celestia's wiki

F/O list with tags (in case we share, you can filter those tags if you want) and statuses (if no status, assume we're still dating)

Geralt of Rivia (not Liam Hemsworth, married, The Witcher) #linked by destiny

Alucard (Hellsing) #Hells Bells

Jareth (Labyrinth) #dance on fire as it intends

Damon Salvatore (weird on/off again fling, The Vampire Diaries) #maybe we got lost in translation

Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries) #with every guitar string scar on my hand

Elijah Mikaelson (The Originals) #never let me go

The Darkling/Alexsander Morova (Shadow and Bone) #Moonlit Drive

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) #november flush and your flannel cure

John Reese (Person Of Interest) #my knight in shining armor

Silco (Arcane) #we got the love in automatic

Viktor (Arcane #Gold Rush

Malcolm Bright #brighten up my life

Leon Scott Kennedy (Resident Evil) #whiskey on ice sunset and vine

Reno Sinclair (Final Fantasy 7) #aint it funny

Ferid Bathory (Seraph of the End) #nocturnal serenade

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer on Netflix) #Don't blame me

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) #the archer

Astarion (Baldur's gate III) #i was enchanted to meet you

Undertaker (Black Butler) #angel of small death and the codeine scene

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler) #carnations you had thought were roses

Connor (Detroit Become Human) #Can we always be this close

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil Village) #a shot in the darkest dark

Killian Jones (Once Upon A Time) #today was a fairytale

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) #is it cool that I said all that

Robert Montague Renfield (Renfield) #a love for the ages

Blade (Honkai Star Rail) #love the void

Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) #crazy = genius

August Ruthven (The Case Study of Vanitas) #red are the arms of luxuriant chairs and you won't know a thing until you get inside

Noe (The Case Study of Vanitas) #good old fashioned lover boy

Vanitas (The Case Study of Vanitas) #mr doctor man

Dwayne (the Lost Boys) #wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Jerry (2011 Fright Night) #take the highway to the end of the night

Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) #like snow on the beach

Tartaglia/Childe (Genshin Impact) #Ocean blue eyes looking in mine Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) #life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

@canongf Hi, I'm the anon who is returning after a bit. thank you for letting me tag you!

[angelprimavera]

Piazza MichealAngelo

One of the most memorable days and one of my favorites was the day we got to visit Botticelli’s tomb. Which is the artist that painted the work I chose for my final project. His tomb is located in the Chiesa di San Salvatore in Ognissanti, Florence. it was pretty nice to be able to visit his tomb. The idea actually first started when My friend Anna bought flowers to take to MichealAngelo’s tomb. I thought it was a really cool idea and nice gesture To do. We unfortunately arrived too late for MichealAngelo’s tomb ,but we did make it on time to go to Botticelli’s grave and Ana handed me a flower and I was able to leave a flower for him. It is an interesting experience to visit a strangers grave that was alive long ago but his history remains for everyone to experience. For that reason he does hold a level of importance to me as he was the artist who created Primavera, which is the art I chose for my research project. After visiting this church , we made our way to Piazza Michelangelo, which is where Francesca our guide recommended we go to see the sunset. The way up was not an easy task at all but I know it It was going to be worth it. Once we reached the peek I was captivated by the view it felt like we can see all of Florence from this point similar to the dome. But it was just from a different perspective. The sun was starting to go down, and the view was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life and I will always remember this day. It made me reflect on where I was, and how far I’ve come in life and the dream that was completed. Not only for me but for my mother as well. Piazza Michelangelo was a whole vibe after the sunset. The people of Florence put on music and we’re dancing and all just enjoying their time and the view.