#hisbattles

[gilbheart]

      [ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒? 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄... 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒, 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇-𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇? 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒... ] the final sentence in for her early entry. elena sets her pen down and closes the journal. it's only morning, but one glance out her window this AM brought out those familiar pages: she could already tell what kind of day it was going to be. one of those, she sighs to herself. but suddenly, in the corner of the glass barricade that was her window, a p a r t i c u l a r silhouette appeared. the doppelgänger spots a SALVATORE; the mere recognition in itself sends a jolt to her stomach. ❝ stefan! ❞ the gilbert girl wasted no time and raced downstairs to greet @hisbattles.

[nightmaer]

❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ @hisbattles.

❛          stefan,         ❜       his name comes out as a sigh,    almost.    she was halfway through opening the door before he’d stopped her.     door closes with a click as she turns to face him.     brows furrow together,     features are a mix of confusion and worry.    the push and pull of wanting back up but not allowing anyone else to get hurt.   it seemed year by year the people she cared about was slowly dwindling, them either in a grave or far away from mystic falls.    this place she called home:    learned to ride her bike on the fields,     sleepovers with bonnie and elena in her back garden,      the streets she’d walked down with her mother,    hand in hand    —      all of it had been tainted.    a darkness lurked in every place of this town.    it was impossible to miss,      the way the shadows lurked and devoured anything weak. she could no longer be weak, no longer lose pieces of herself.

blonde takes a step towards him,    wondering if there was any way she could talk him out of coming with her.   knows that if it were roles reversed,   she would be stood where he was,    saying the exact same thing.    ❛         you can’t come.     i’ll never forgive myself if something happens to you.         ❜

[staerdvst]

✧ ALIAS : [ @hisbattles ] ― starter.

she wants to fight, to shout. she wants to shouts so loudly that everyone around goes deaf because they aren't hearing her out anyway. they think they know what's best for her, but it just feels like another person ( her friends ) wants to control her life, her choices: hasn't she gone through enough of that? ❝ you're not hearing me out, stefan. this is who i want to be. who i'm meant to be. don't you. . . ❞ there's a sigh, almost as if she's giving up ( she is partly. she is ready to leave mystic falls behind, to leave so she can be who she wants to. so she can finally have a choice. ) ❝ —don't you see that you're denying me making my own choice? and how is that different from what damon did to me, or katherine? ❞

[nowimamxnster]

@hisbattles liked for a starter

" my bite can still kill you, can't it? no full moon necessary? it's pretty bold of you to follow me around like i won't make you my dinner. " she was in a mood. a mood that had absolutely nothing to do with stefan salvatore, though he was sure as hell going to be taking the hit over it. between getting used to being a hybrid and missing her daughter, hayley was in no mood for some stranger from klaus' past to drop in and play babysitter. if she couldn't have hope, she didn't want anyone or anything else; especially not some tool from mystic falls following her around. " i'm starving all of the time now, you know. humans, witches, vampires... it makes no difference to me. nothing matters to me. " that must've been why he was there. klaus was coping in his own ways and someone needed to make sure she didn't go off the rails-- she just wasn't sure what made stefan so qualified.

[story1ines]

@hisbattles + elena: continued.

a drop in the ocean. a change in the weather. hoping that we would end up together. her heart still aches for him like it did since the first day they met. stefan salvatore had been the one to save her. not only did he save her from that bridge that night but he kept on saving her every day since. her heart broke with every word that he spoke. she didn't want to be away from him for another minute & yet that was exactly what he wanted. or at least what he wanted her to think. ❛❛ no, i don't understand, stefan. i'm not going to give up on you. i never will. can you understand that? ❜❜ she knew what he was refering to but she wasn't about to make things that easy for him. she wasn't about to let him walk out of her life just like that. ❛❛ stefan, i love you. & i'm not about to let you just walk out of my life. if you can't stay here, then let me come with you. ❜❜

[withliight]

❛  so that’s it?  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

caroline looked up at him like he'd grown several heads with giant , drooling teeth poking out of each one . just as simple as that . her fists clenched in frustration at her side and a sad , miserable laugh was forced from her throat and the sound that left her lips . so quiet , so broken . ❝ yeah , i guess it is . ❞

@hisbattles

[elenaesmoved]

ㅤㅤdespite the harshness of the reality she faces at nearly every turn, it's often still surreal, how dangerous her world has gotten. it's mystic falls, nothing bad ever happens here. but that had never been true, had it? no, there had always been shadows all around her, creatures beyond her comprehension hoping for their chance to find her, sink their claws into her. this little town she called home had been waiting and watching her whole life, wishing to swallow her whole and take all it could from her — only to discard her when she was no longer useful, uncaring of how changed she became in the aftermath. it's seemed unrelenting, ever since she lost her parents, so much weight falling upon her chest that she feels as though she'll suffocate at any moment. but ... there had been a light that had come with all this darkness, and it's him. stefan, a beacon of good and comfort and security, even with all the demons he himself fights. he's her rock, and it comes as naturally as breathing, reaching to him as he moves closer, tender smile lighting her dark gaze. ❛❛ taking me prisoner, hm? at least the bed's comfortable, ❜❜ she teases, though the more serious hue her expression takes on conveys she understands his worries, hand coming up to rest upon his. ❛❛ i'm okay. i promise, ❜❜ she assures, squeezing his hand. her brow furrows, and she sits up, other hand moving to rest along his jawline. ❛❛ you won't lose me; we'll get through this, just like we always do. together. ❜❜

MEME     :     ELENA GILBERT     (      when   are   you   going   to   let   me   out   of bed?     )  

she,     the     greatest     risk     he’s     ever     taken.     he     remembers     that     night,     it     was     cold,     freezing.     it     was     dark,     creatures     hiding     in     the     shadows.     mystic     falls,     little     old     town     -     one     he     cursed.     damned.     it     all     started     here     and     he’d     sworn     himself     to     never     come     back.     filled     with     memories     he’d     liked     to     forget.     to     erase     from     his     memory     completely.     and     yet     .  .  .     there     he     was.     hiding     in     the     shadows.     until     he     heard     her.     car     crash.     heartbeats.     water.     drowning.     the     vampire     saved     people,     killed     people,     he     thought     he’d     seen     it     all     but     when     he     saw     her,     something     inside     of     him     snapped.     life     changing.     LIVED     IN     SECRET,     HIDING     IN     THE     SHADOWS.     I     KNOW     THE     RISKS     BUT     I     HAVE     TO     KNOW     HER.     is     it     regret?     guilt?     when     he     watches     her     sleep,     knowing     she’s     restless,     hurt,     in     pain?     ‘’     never.     ‘’     he     replies     back,     a     soft     smile     following     through.     steps     are     taken,     slowly     settling     upon     the     bed     right     next     to     her,     reaching     out,     digits     running     through     her     thick     brown     locks.     ‘’     are     you     hurt?     ‘’     another     night,     another     fight.     WILL     IT     EVER     END?     ‘’     i     just     .  .  .     the     mere     thought     of     losing     you.     ‘’     a     pause,     giving     his     head     a     little     shake.     ‘’     it     terrified     me.     ‘’

[boremagic]

"i thought i'd never see you again."

"well, we can't always get what we want, stefan." jaw hardens at the sight of him before her, memories darting back to the moment in which he tore out the heart of her most beloved in a bid to kill her best friend. she understood that he was controlled, that it wasn't truly his intention. but how could bonnie look him in the eye after that most intimate betrayal? "you have a lot of nerve coming here. the only reason i haven't ripped your head off is because of my love for caroline."

[klaeusd]

let me assign you a love language.

violent devotion.

everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. this world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. you want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realize they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. you want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. there’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. and what if they choose to walk away? didn’t i say this was violent devotion?

tagged by: @malka-lisitsa <3 tagging: @salvatoraes, @swinchstr, @feralsmile, @avengedwhip, @lorestold ( cami ), @northsalpha, @godclaws ( cece ), @hisbattles, and you!

[archivedkillr]

LEGAL NAME:  caroline elizabeth forbes. NICKNAME[S]:  care,  care-bear,  vampire barbie,  blondie. DATE OF BIRTH:   10th October 1992. SEX:  cis woman. PLACE OF BIRTH:  mystic falls. CURRENTLY LIVING:   nomad,  travels a lot currently. SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  english,  v basic spanish. EDUCATION:  high school graduate,  college at some point,  but not currently.  HAIR COLOR:  blonde. EYE COLOR:   green. HEIGHT:   5′8. WEIGHT:  around 50kg (111lbs) as a human (due to eating disorder),  closer to 62kg (137lbs) when recovers.

FAMILY INFORMATION

SIBLING[S]:   none. PARENT[S]:  elizabeth and bill forbes. CHILDREN:  none. PET[S]:  none,  though might change depending on verse.

RELATIONSHIP INFORMATION

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:  bisexual (although thought to be straight most of her life). RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  single.  verse  dependent. SINCE WHEN:  ??

tagged  by:  @klaeus tagging:   @hisbattles   @benbraeden   @shiftergene  @tobeblamed  &  anyone else who wants !

[tormentbled]

@hisbattles​  :   ‘ i’m no good at goodbyes. ’ / caroline pls

        ❛  then  don’t  make  it  a  goodbye,  stefan.  ❜  the  blonde  took  a  step  forward  as  hands  reached  outwards  to  grasp  onto  his  hands.  ❛  don’t  go.  stay.  stay  with  me  and  we’ll  figure  everything  out.  ❜  caroline’s  heart  was  slowly  shattering  inside  of  her  chest  at  the  thought  of  him  leaving,  of  not  having  him  there.  he  was  her  rock,  the  one  able  to  break  through  her  sometimes  whirlwind  of  a  mind.  what  would  she  do  without  him  ?

[nightmaer]

43, a kiss pressed to the top of the head / elena and stefan

the weariness settles in her bones. quietness surrounds the two of them, chest tightens. the constant feeling of being underwater had, truth be told, not truly left since the day of the accident. it was now paired with the constant paranoia taking root in brain. stems branching out and causing sweat slicked forehead, the nightmares more frequent than before. she could run, the thought has crossed mind so many times, but she is stuck. would be found no matter what. the sense of peace is far too distant and out of reach.

 ❛ today was hard. ❜ her words are barely audible, burying herself into his chest. momentary feeling of safety.  ❛ i don't know how much longer i can do this, stefan. ❜

[pitrova-a]

╰     @hisbattles​    .          ››          ♡ ‘   starter call   .

it’s   laughable   really.     how   breathless   a   vampire   can   become   from   the   affections   and   the   looks   of   a   human.     a   boy   at   that.     there   was   no   mistaking   the   difference   between   the   two   brothes.     from   characteristics   to   personalities,     it   was   becoming   harder   and   harder   for   the   dark-haired   beauty   to   make   a   choice.     the   bodice   felt   tight   on   her   body.     like   the   ropes   were   trying   to   crash   through   her   ribs   and   tear   apart   her   lungs.     a   gruesome   death   if   it   were   to   become   reality   but   nothing   that   she   wouldn’t   come   back   from.     melodic,     the   sound   escaping   her   lips   yet   a   humorless   chuckle.     lots   of   her   emenies   would   claim   that   nothing   existed   that   could   kill   her,     not   even   a   stake   through   her   heart.     since   she   needed   a   heart   in   the   first   place.     deep   chestnut   eyes   search   through   the   vast   ballroom   to   find   him.     bingo !   ━━━   and   there   goes   her   breath   again   &   another   violent   skip   of   her   nonexisting   heart.

  “  stefan!  “    the   name   leaves   through   her   teeth   like   a   prayer.     for   he   was   her   salvation.

[atdeathes]

                @hisbattles​   GETS  A  PRIVATE  STARTER  FOR  :      STEFAN  SALVATORE .

                                      she  does  her  best  to  bite  back  her  giggle  as  she  leaves  the  test  and  onesie  on  the  bed  for  when  he  comes  home  from  work .                                     she  knows  he  will  do  as  he  always  does .                                kiss  her ,        then  go  upstairs  to  change  .                               almost  bouncing  when  he  comes  home ,                                throwing  her  arms  around  his  neck  and  pressing  her  lips  to  his  own .                                ’          welcome  home ,                      i’ve  missed  you .          ’

[nowimamxnster]

          “   i   need  a  drink ,  ”    she   mumbled  ,   fidgeting  in  her  wedding  gown  as  she  leaned  forward  to  grab  the  nearest  bottle --  anything  would  do  at  that  point --   and  take  a  dramatic  swig  from  it  .  she  was  married .   married  to  a  guy  she  hardly  knew  anything  about  aside  from  the  fact  that  his  parents  were  loaded  and  he  used  to  play  with  worms  when  they  were  kids  .   what  world  were  they  living  in  ?    where  it  was  okay  to   pawn  off  your  children  like  they  were  animals  or  objects  .  normally  she  would  have  found  a  way  out  of  it  ,   terrorizing  her  parents  in  the  process  ,   but  even  she  knew  her  limits  .    she  fucked  up  one  too  many  times ,  particularly  after  her  quite  scandalous  trip  to  ibiza  a  year  back ,  and  knew  that  not  obliging  with  the  marriage  would  mean  getting  kicked  out  of  the  family  for  good  .   see ,   her  parents  were  never  in  it  for  love .  it  was  about  status ,   reputation  ,   money ,   and  ever  since  she  could  remember  she’d  been  hellbent  on  ruining  all  of  that  for  them .   was  it  a  cry  for  attention  ?   for  love ?   her  several  therapists  seemed  to  think  so ,  but  she  liked  to  think  of  it  as  stirring  the  pot  a  bit  .     “  so,   uh ,  you  clean  up  nice  .   that’s  a  plus .   my  parents  must  love  that  .  my  last  boyfriend  liked  to  not  wear  shoes .   he  said  it  just  got  between  him  and  the  universe  .   but  you...you’re  wearing  shoes .   prada  at  that  .   amazing .  ”    god ,   they  really  handpicked  their  dream  man  for  her .  cleaned  up ,  straight-edge  ,   annoyingly  good  looking  .  it  was  every  guy  she  avoided  being  with  her  entire  life  .     “  what  are  your  thoughts  on  all  of  this ?  on  us  being ...  us  all  of  a  sudden ?  ”   they  had  a  few  minutes  of  alone  time  to  kill  before  needing  to  head  out  and  smile  for  the  cameras .  they  might  as  well  get  down  to  the  serious  conversations  .    “  was  this  what  you  wanted ? ”              @hisbattles      /    plotted  starter  !

[forbesheart]

“stay in bed and let me look after you.”

hurt sentence starters || accepting !

SHE’S STUBBORN !     likely too stubborn for this. if anything he was going to have to deal with a few attempted get always before she accepts defeat. “ no, stefan, i’m fine. ” she played off her state the best she could, though lying to him wasn’t something she enjoyed doing, therefor she was quite bad at it. & as much as her heart relished in the idea of being looked after, there was a seed of deep rooted fear that it would only end badly. relying on other people, reading into their actions, getting her hopes up about something that might just be nothing ----- those were repeat downfalls for caroline in the past, & she didn’t wish to go through all three at once. “ i’ll tell you what. i will take a SMALL - ” she paused to look him in the eyes for emphasis “ small, break. but you don’t have to stay. i can take care of myself. ” unlikely “ if i promise to stay put for a little while, you won’t have to babysit me. it’s a win win for you. ” turning away an offer like that pained her in ways she tried to look away from, but she had to give him the option. whether or not she wanted him there, she didn’t want his choice to stay be out of obligation.