#the vampire diaries muses

[reputationmultimuse]

The Vampire Diaries muses.

Elena Gilbert.

Katherine Pierce.

Caroline Forbes.

Bonnie Bennett.

Hayley Marshall.

Hope Mikaelson.

Rebekah Mikaelson.

Freya Mikaelson.

Ariel Forbes. (Caroline’s sister; human)

Michelle Gilbert. (Elena’s fraternal twin; human)

[kaitlinamberxo]

“You came here because you needed something, right?”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 17/100: Bonnie Bennett

[manymagicalmuses]

@saltzblood for Stefan

Carrie crouched in the frtal position in the corner of the auditorium, breathing dragged. It had been the nearest empty place she could find in the school. It seemed as though the voices of the staff and her peers were invading her brain at this point. Like she couldn't keep them all out.

A tickle in the back of her brain, a voice in her mind that stood out as it got closer to her. She normally would have been able to tell someone was coming when the auditorium doors opened but the voices occupied her mind too much for her to have heard it.

"Leave me... please." She managed to mumbled out through the fog of voices occupying her mind.

[svjetllost]

"Is that so?" Dear Caroline. Still clinging to the illusion that what lingered between them was merely the spark of a new friendship. How quaint. How sweetly naïve. But even she must have felt it, that unspoken tether, constant and undeniable. It had been there from the moment their paths crossed. A quiet gravity. A connection not forged, but revealed. Ah, but she was young. And he... he had centuries. Patience, after all, was a skill long since mastered. So he would indulge her little charade, for now.

"There was a year," he began, voice low, thoughtful, "in the sixteenth century. I left my family and my siblings behind and settled in Florence. I painted. I wandered cobblestone streets under the Tuscan sun. I imagined, for a time, that I was someone else. Someone softer. Less... burdened. It changed me, though you wouldn’t know it by looking."

A wry smile, tinged with memory. "But I came to understand something. That no matter the distance, whether by land, by time, or by choice, we are bound. My family and I.. Severing that bond is... impossible."

Of course, it wasn’t the whole truth. It never was. There was safety in numbers. Their father’s relentless hunt. And for a fleeting moment, Klaus had dared to believe in respite. A life free of pursuit. A lie, yes, but one he almost convinced himself was real. It hadn’t lasted. It never did. The chase resumed, as it always would.

He looked at her then, sharp and sincere. "Now, your turn. Tell me all your secrets, love." A pause. A smirk. "I promise they'll be safe with me." And for once, perhaps for the first time in a long while, he meant every word.

musingmemories asked: “the way the whole "friend" thing works is you have to tell each other the deep stuff.” (Caroline to Klaus) / MEME - always accepting!

[simsim54]

everyone has that one ship that the ship in secret because it's not famous or not that people talk about it or there's not much fanfiction on the ship

for me that ship is klefan ~ stefan salvatore and klaus mikaelson from the vampire diaries

what's yours?

[thefangdomcryptid]

I always see people saying they only write or read canon or canon-adjacent fics, but every fanfic that is being written about a fandom is an AU. Canon is the original story and the original setting, written by the author/show writers. (Most of us still remember a certain author suing fanfic writers 😬)

[claudiasommers]

When I'm Older...

I wanna live in New Orleans. Just for a little, if not forever.

I know life will take me elsewhere before then. I may stick around in my obscure little Midwestern town, perhaps venture out to California or Georgia (not that I quite want to be in any of these places, but I have a feeling I will need to for whatever purpose.) I find myself drawn more and more to it with every passing thought of the city. I feel an almost werewolf explosion of longing to even just visit and leave the experience at that. Any amount; I'll take any.

I just can't help but find the place horribly romanticized in my mind. A daydream of vampires, which I know to not exist, infest my veins with their seductive venom. Thank you, Anne Rice, for that.

Not to mention, the ones I hope to escape would never once take me to be a Southern girl. I can only hope there will be a place and people there for me, ready to accept me into open arms if and when I go home to there. Because, within me, that is what it feels like: home.

[dissociativeangel]

yes you can be the lee to my maren , the tate to my violet , tom to my summer , laurie to my amy , damon to my elena , rafe to my sofia , peralta to my santiago , chuck to my blair , peeta to my katniss , finnick to my annie , cameron to my bianca , patrick to my kat , yes yes yes

[angclvings]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𐦍˃ stolen kisses, pretty lies

[scornedangcl]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇 / 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍

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[kaitlinamberxo]

“So you’re saying that now I’m basically an insecure, neurotic control freak on crack.”

kaitlin's 100 favorite female muses — 21/100: Caroline Forbes

[eternityunicorn]

Klaus Mikaelson x OC Eternity (Klanity)

@elejah-wonderland @darknightfrombeyond

[svjetllost]

The suffocating humidity of the bayou was sticking to his skin after he had spent nights out looking for one specific witch. For some reason, the one he was looking for had abandoned the supposed safety of the French Quarter and the rest of her coven and ventured out away from the city. Maybe that should have deterred Damon, but it hadn’t, it did, however, manage to annoy him, especially since he had been unable to scrub off the stench of the still waters he had trudged through, and without anything to show for it.

But there had been whispers that the Gilbert Compass was all the way in New Orleans, hence why he had spent the past couple of weeks enjoying bourbon and the lively atmosphere that seemed to be ever-present as soon as the day was over. The streets were always full, the bars packed and there was never a problem finding someone delicious to snack on. But his little holiday had been turned upside down when he was certain he had seen Katherine, only to discover that had not been her, but a girl that looked exactly like her.

Or better yet, the more he got to know her, the less she reminded him of Katherine. She had none of the cruel bitchiness that Katherine seemed to drown in. “ Well…” Leaning forward, arms crossed over the wooden surface, a smirk firmly in place. It was not a difficult thing to flirt with her, quite enjoyable actually. “ I was just thinking how two heads are better than one, and seeing as you are far more knowledgable about old and dusty things, things forgotten with time. I wanted to propose a sort of working relationship - but I wouldn’t be against us mixing work and pleasure if you’re not. “

With a raise of his eyebrows, Damon took the small booklet out of his pocket and slid it towards her. “ I’m looking for this, it’s a family heirloom if you will, and I have it on good authority that it might be somewhere in the city, so I’d appreciate your help with finding it. Of course, name your price. I could pay you…with whatever you want. “ A wink before he leaned back, eyes moving across the endless amount of different knickknacks around the room. “ So, what do you say Cami? “

continued from here with @dopplgaenger

[violetrage]

Announcing Gods Among Men: A Supernatural Panfandom! We have combined the worlds of Supernatural, True Blood, the Vampire Diaries, and some smattering of a few other favorites into one massive story. We do accept OCs but ask that they remain a part of the three main shows' lore. We are in our "soft opening" stage so if you want to get in on the ground floor and claim your canons, do it now! We can be found at The Wandering Muse along with more RPs.

[blackwood4stucky]

you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things

Bucky awoke with the scent of ash overwhelming his senses. He was laying on his back when the heat of the fire surrounding him blazed in the corner of his eye. Sitting up slowly, he could see his friends as they lay dead in their own circles of fire. Vaguely he could hear someone chanting in the distance but that voice took a backseat once the flames of his own circle slowly dissipated. The captain stalked toward him with unnatural elegance and grace even as blood dripped from his full lips. He knew it was his turn but he wasn't ready yet, he still had things he wanted to do. He wanted to turn 18, he wanted to go to senior prom, he wanted his first kiss. Those things seemed so minuscule in this moment though, as he awaited death's embrace.

"Please, Steve." Bucky looked into the captain's sky blue irises, it was as if he was gazing into the multiverse. He felt like he could see so many things, a life beyond his backwater town.

"Stevie," he whimpered lightly as the captain came to stand behind him. His big hands coming to caress Bucky's chest as he was pulled flush against the captain's body. "I don't want--

"Don't worry, sweetheart. There's nothing to be afraid of now." The captain's voice was smooth in his ears as the man gently rested a hand against Bucky's neck. He could feel his heart racing as the captain tilted his head to the right, placing his lips to the tender skin there. "This is not the end of the line for us."

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In the twinkling of an eye, a century had come and gone. Bucky, however, will never forget the day he sacrificed everything to truly live.

"Why is it, Steve, that you became the devil... yet I crave certain dark things?"

@capsicle13 "you became the devil, yet i crave certain dark things" is a TVD AU that I will write in the future. This snippet came to me on the fly, I may or may not use it in the actual fic but I truly had fun writing it.

[thechaosmuses]

Like this post for a short starter from Kai Parker! I am still working on things but this man has been screaming at me all day so if anyone else would like to deal with him, please let me know- I promise I'll tell him to be nice but make no promises that he'll follow through with it.