#flappervcmp

[broknfeed]

&. @flappervcmp

The state of Illinois, his favorite state by far. A place where he found himself specifically in the town of Chicago; where the vibrant scene created its own colorful ambient. The night luminosity expanding as the dark hours continued. Live musicians playing out in the streets for a dime while the streets flooded with audiences who traveled to experience the unique Chicago life.

The vampire walks down the street, listening to the Jazz that breathed upon his ears, a devilish smile creeping upon his lips as his feet walked through the various entertainments. Stopping where a woman played the violin. Damon was a sucker for classical music; especially during his killing sprees. It gave an immaculate, spa-like treatment for him. The elegance of the music created for artistic expression through his kills. Creating a name for himself.

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he welcomes in the notes. Before exhaling, a familiar scent is caught. Opening his eyes; he looks around the seas of mortals to identify the individual. The scent faint yet strong. He begins to walk, scanning through the people around him. It only took little before finding Annie; the woman who resembled Katherine & who Damon had turned into a vampire.

He watches her from a distance, his head tilting to the side slightly, seeing her live and fit into the rest of the crowd. She wasn’t Katherine, he learned that a long time ago. But, something about her intrigued him. He walks slowly, closer. “Well, if it isn’t the one who got away.” He offers her a smirk, “gonna run?”

[burninq]

"you're setting me on fire, i don't wanna fight it. you don't need a lighter; you're a flame."

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[wolfpawed]

📺 watch horror movies together

spooky season is his favorite time of the year. not only is it cooler outside and much more friendlier to wolves like himself, but it's also spooky and that, naturally, calls for horror movie marathons. he's grateful for his blossoming friendship with Annie- she's the perfect contender to have a movie night with, so thus he invited her to his house to watch said movies. they had a list of them picked out and the first one happens to be one of Remus's favorite movies of all time- Psycho.

"i know, i know it's not that scary, but it's ominous, and i think it's so fucking good. have you seen it ?? and did you know they made a television show based off of it ?? that's really good too. maybe we should watch that later too, if you want. i think you'd like it. if you like psychological horror, that is." after Psycho is Halloween, another classic. he grabs the bowl of popcorn as he sits down, nestling the bowl between them as he pulls the blanket up over his lap. "are you ready for a great night?" and then, just for dramatic fashion, he turns to her with a grin. "what's your favorite scary movie?" then, he presses play.

@flappervcmp

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process. with @flappervcmp

A soft laugh escaped his lips as Annie fell into his lap. He caught her, holding her firmly with his hands while he grinned mischievously at her.

"Not so fast, or you'll fall over," he released his fingers carefully, but his hands were still on her body, ready to take hold again if necessary.

"Or was this all tactically planned so that you could sit here?" he winked at her. Before that, he scanned her body to see if she had hurt herself.

[survivingpierce]

cont. from here || @flappervcmp

           "you should be thankful that you look like me", katherine retorted with a good visible note of arrogance. "you could look worse. you could be ugly. or are you telling me you haven't gained some things just because of your looks?" in her eyes it is indeed a pointless complaint to look like katherine. she could complain that she was a doppelgänger, which was an actual reason for complaint, but the visual resemblance to katherine? these were two different things.

          "you could have done both of us a favor and died. but apparently, you weren't even good enough for that." there were so many reasons why the other one should not be here. she could have died a natural death in her original timeline. she could have been used in a sacrifice although the fault in there lies probably in the fact that no one has expected a doppelgänger one hundred years too early. although katherine never understood why a doppelgänger should only appear every 500 years. she could have died in place of katherine which would have finally allowed her to be free if there had been enough witnesses. instead, this person was here; in mystic falls out of all places.

          "let me tell you something, cupcake. mystic falls is the last place you want to be if you do not want to be confused with me." or someone else named elena.

[notwithoutsins]

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New Orleans, it was home for a witch like her. It was also a good place to blend in and possibly get the devil off of her trail even for just a few days. Rosemary wasn't a normal witch, her story was a complicated one. She was just a teenager when she learned of her true origin and what awaited her. She was one of six girls that were born on the same day and at the same time. It was all the devil's design, all six girls were born witches. The last one to survive on their eighteenth birthday was to become wed locked to the devil, and become his witch. Rosemary was the one to survive, and she had been running ever since. She refused to become what that, she refused to lose her soul and her self for what the devil wanted. So, here she was alone wandering the streets of New Orleans at night taking in the sights. She felt as if she was being followed, no she definitely was. The aura gave off not human, a vampire? Interesting. Not the worst thing she has had follow her before. Rosemary stopped in her tracks, green hues scanning her surroundings. "I know your following me so why not show yourself? Don't make this hard on the both of us now."

[grihm]

@flappervcmp asked: ❝ gross... ❞

───  WHILE  MANGLED  AND  CONTORTED  into  a  pose  that  left  Shiloh  struggling  to  remember  the  concept  of  basic  human  anatomy,  she  supposed  that  the  corpse  did  appear  quite  grotesque,  although  the  thought  hadn’t  crossed  her  mind  until  it  had  been  voiced  aloud  by  the  stranger.  Bones  protruded  from  broken,  DECAYED  flesh,  turned  grey  from  the  slow  process  of  decomposition,  and  an  array  of  viscera  and  dried  fluids  covered  the  surrounding  area  in  a  rusted  shade  of  crimson.  Whatever  had  taken  place  here,  it  had  left  the  body  in  a  state  of  withering  remains,  nothing  more  than  broken  pieces  held  together  by  a  rotting  MEAT  SACK.��

          ❝  I  guess  so,  ❞  the  brunette  answered,  a  gentle  tap  of  her  foot  offered  to  the  corpse’s  left  leg—or  maybe  that  was  it’s  right.  With  the  way  in  which  it  was  COILED  up  in  such  a  heap,  it  was  hard  to  tell.  She  squatted  down  next  to  it,  a  gentle  chocolate  gaze  finding  the  open,  milky-white  eyes  that  were  staring  LIFELESSLY  back  at  her.  ❝  I  think  her  head’s  on  backwards,  ❞  she  commented,  tilting  her  head  as  she  tried  to  make  sense  of  the  strange  pose  and  the  spine  that  was  jutting  out  from  a  decaying  esophagus.  ❝  Yeah,  definitely  backwards.  ❞  She  concluded,  which  did  not  help  her  in  the  slightest  and  was  entirely  irrelevant.

          ❝  Anyways,  it  looks  like  she  had  her  blood  sucked  dry.  You  wouldn’t  happen  know  anything  about  that,  would  you?  ❞  She  turned  to  glance  at  the  other  woman,  a  playful  but  accusatory  look  gracing  her  features  as  she’d  begun  to  piece  the  situation  together.  Maybe  this  stranger  hadn’t  been  the  culprit  behind  the  DEMISE  of  the  poor  soul,  but  she  certainly  could  have  been  benefiting  from  it.  Perhaps  she’d  come  to  bury  the  body  now?  ❝  See,  I  don’t  think  you  think  it’s  as  gross  as  you  say  it  is.  ❞  Her  nose  crinkled,  a  quiet  giggle  punctuating  the  air.

[devourcr]

@flappervcmp asked: “I get you’re an immortal creature of the night and all that, but do you have to be such a downer about it?” (( i apologize in advance for annie 🙇‍♀️ ))

if there was any fact about himself worthy of a grave disposition, it was the blood in his veins. where others might have seen vampirism as a gift, he thought it a naive point of view — 500 years later and he saw it for the trick it was. while it doesn't mean that he'd necessarily want to die ( just like any creature ), he speaks of it like he's shouldered a centuries long burden.

he hums thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on the armrest of his chair. when his eyes return to hers, an amused smile touches his features.

❝ okay, in that case, how would you have me be? how does an immortal creature of the night behave? ❞

[micahsawyer]

@flappervcmp, continued from here.

"i'd make you a list… i can already see it. two parts, of course; one for questions about vampire shit and the other specifically for you," he says, "but just tell me if it bothers you." it surprises even him as the words escape his lips as quickly as he'd thought them, but he doesn't show it. micah finds it happens more and more with annie as they spend time together, the way it seems harder to control the way he expresses his fondness for her. the way he's so quickly willing to compromise for her sake. as a general rule, micah never puts anyone above himself. somewhere along the line, his mask had slipped a little, but micah doesn't seem too worried as she runs her fingers through his hair. his scalp tingles with the feel of her nails scraping the skin there, feeling soothing in a way he hadn't expected.

his lips are pursed as he listens intently to annie speak, seeming to mull over her words with care. he finds himself suddenly wondering if he might ask her to compel him. maybe try to make him different; a little less inclined to harm, perhaps. someone softer. the thought is gone abruptly as his gaze focuses on annie and he remembers that she likes him just the way he is. and micah couldn't give a shit less about anyone else. maybe he'd just kill 'em just out of spite, and maybe she'd help him hide the body.

he grins up at her and finds something beautiful in the way she looks when she's so lost in her thoughts. he'd kill to know exactly what they were (maybe that isn't worth much when it comes to micah, but the sentiment still stands), and would love to poke around in her brain a little. she interests him like no one else. he gives her what he thinks is a good enough amount of time before he finally speaks again. "it's a little terrifying, you know, to know you have the power to change a human so easily with words." he won't say me. he would never equate himself with the victim, even if annie's particular brand of danger always thrilled him as much as it scared him. "it's hot, too, don't get me wrong, but i can't imagine the war. your body doing something your mind isn't telling it to..."

[girlsurvive]

[ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect. + reverse (just regular old jessie & annie 👉🏻👈🏻)

It's like writing in sand, any wound that inflicts upon a vampire's skin. Jessie knows that by the way her wounds heal when she's cut, the way her bones mend when they're snapped, and even in the way she comes back to life when her neck is snapped. Between all of it, there is no room for bumps and bruises, no room for tattoos or piercings without the holes closing in on themselves. It's no different for when she's trying to suck marks on her girlfriend, a frustrated groan leaving parted lips as she drags her tongue over the vein that's underneath her.

"So fuckin' stupid," She mutters, going back to teething at Annie's skin and watching it mend itself before her eyes. "I want t'give you love bites an' it's like the universe is tellin' me t'go fuck myself." A mood killer, really, but she dips her head down to lock their lips again, leg slotting between Annie's as she bites down on the other woman's lip instead, fangs piercing the skin of her lip to the point where it bleeds. A familiar iron-y taste making her hum.

"Not as fun." She confirms, pulling the covers back over top of them.

[bloodwr4th-a]

im also!! following everyone by zooming into your inbox to tell you that i really enjoy seeing all your kolnausi stuff on my feed!! i am the same way with cal & annie (cradling them gently in my palms) so seeing other people with super dedicated ships is awesome!! i know we havent interacted A TON yet but now that im free from my hyperfixation of DATV, im excited to maybe get some stuff going <3

i'm screaming in the club because me, i'm a cal/annie fan, okay????? the love you two pour into your ships is such magnificient and perfections, okay? seeing you and @burninq on the dash just blows me away everyday. and i miss @burninq so tumblr should bring back our other half, we want to see more of them on our dash asap. and yes yes yes for all the writing with annie ................. let them being menace together heheheheheh

[broknfeed]

cont from here. w/@flappervcmp

---- HIS blue eyes rest upon her features. The same features he used to stare at during his human years. Damon had obsessed over re-creating a better version of Katherine; the woman who did the trick of pushing him over the edge by professing her undying love to the younger Salvatore. Yet, That rotten black heart was worn before even Katherine came into their lives. Before Damon was even a teenager.

He just had to pick up on a project after seeing Annie be identical to her, disobeying Klaus' wishes. He walks closer to Annie, the distance between the two closing. "I created you for me, and only me." he admits, truth behind his words. He was a pathological liar amongst his other psychopathic ways. But, he did find honesty into those words. "I wouldn't let any soul or soulless being touch you." He brushes a finger on her soft cheek, "Katherine is dead to me. You -- are my greatest creation,Annie. I take pride in you."

[maerps]

@flappervcmp, continued from here.

micah barely has time to register annie's sudden movement before his back hits the wall, his breath catching in his throat—not from fear, not really, and he can tell by that pretty, fanged grin that she knows.  his hands hover at his sides like he isn't sure if he wants to push her away or pull her closer.  his heartbeat quickens, betraying him, and micah knows she can hear it.  he doesn't care.  if anything, the fact that she knows only makes it that much worse.  that much better.

she's grinning, teasing, but the sharp sight of her fangs sends a thrill down micah's spine all the same.  he should be scared, but there's nothing but fascination in his eyes—maybe a little something softer, too—as he matches her grin, a breathless laugh slipping from his lips.  his head tips back against the wall as he gazes at her.  "scary?" he repeats, eyes lingering on her mouth before meeting her gaze again.  she's all sharp teeth and wicked amusement and it makes his stomach twist in a way that has nothing to do with self-preservation.

"nah, you'll have to do better than that."  there's a challenge in his teasing tone, something reckless and maybe a little smug in the way his brow lifts and his teeth graze his bottom lip.  "that was just hot."

[paralyziingfears]

[  ....  ]               the  sun  was  beating  down  on  him  causing  beads  of  sweat  to  trickle  down  from  his  hairline  and  effecting  his  breathing  to  hitch  only  slightly.  the  both  of  them  were  trudging  through  the  vast  expansion  of  the  woods,  hoping  to  find  an  abandoned  cabin  or  a  forgotten  farm  only  to  scavenge  for  more  supplies.  the  prison  was  beginning  to  run  low  on  food,  bottled  water,  and  other  necessities  they  were  quickly  in  desperate  need  of.  with  the  sudden  new  birth  of  judith  and  injuries  that  were  needing  to  be  taken  care  of,  like  hershel's  leg,  everything  back  at  the  community  was  becoming  overwhelming.

that's  why  rick  had  volunteered  to  leave  and  take  some  time  for  himself   —   until  @flappervcmp  had  volunteered  herself  to  come  along  with  him.  he  didn't  have  the  heart  to  tell  her  he  wanted  to  do  this  on  his  own  so  he  allowed  her  to  tag  along.  the  quiet  was  doing  him  good  until  a  couple  of  walkers  had  suddenly  surprised  the  both  of  them  when  they  emerged  from  a  campsite  they  happened  upon.  rick  took  it  upon  himself  to  throw  himself  into  combat,  swinging  his  hatchet  across  the  rotten  skulls  of  the  walkers  that  threatened  them  ...  or  so,  attempted  to  threaten  them.  rick  didn't  even  give  a  chance  to  them  or  even  annie  to  help  him  before  he  annihilated  them  into  pieces  of  flesh  and  black  blood.  he  was  breathing  heavy,  attempting  to  catch  his  breath  as  he  stared  at  the  ground  for  a  moment  until  annie  spoke  up.

❛  well,  someone's  cranky  today.  ❜

he  wanted  to  chuckle,  finding  her  statement  slightly  humorous,  but  he  didn't  have  it  in  him.  at  least,  not  right  now.  he  briefly  looked  over  his  shoulder  to  peer  at  her,   ❝   what  makes  you  think  that   ?   ❞   he  sarcastically  replied.  he  bends  down  and  yanks  out  the  hatchet  he  had  left  in  the  walker's  skull,  blood  squirting  out.  he  cants  his  head  to  gesture  at  her  to  follow,   ❝   let's  get  goin'  ...  could  be  more.   ❞

[unsnare]

❥    @flappervcmp [   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁.  ]   : accepting !

“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no.”

[burninq]

“ i was feeling a little off today but you’ve turned me on again. ”

amusement is clear in his expression as he leans forward to pepper gentle kisses all over the other vampire's face. he's sweet to her -sweeter to her than he's been to anyone in a long time- and she makes him feel a lot of things, but of course, there are certain things she makes him feel more than others. like the way she turns him on, too.

he wraps his arms around her and hoists her up, pushing her up against the wall as he presses his lips to the side of her neck, his fangs just playfully pressing against her skin, not quite digging in, but enough to add pressure. "that's my job, isn't it?" he purrs, nuzzling his face against her. "to turn you on when you feel off ?? i'm more than happy to oblige. give you something new to think about." then, without warning, he's holding her up in his arms and throwing her onto the bed before climbing over top of her. yes, he can provide an excellent distraction, he thinks.

@flappervcmp