#thewhippedsalvatxre

[nowat-shesdaylight]

“there’s absolutely no way that’s happening.”   // @thewhippedsalvatxre liked.

[nowimamxnster]

@thewhippedsalvatxre​   asked :   “ i’m not giving up on you. not ever. ”

“   are  the  wealthy  all  so  dramatic  or  is  it  just  you ?  ”   she  was  one  of  the  most  desired  women  in  the  vicinity .   when  men  came  to  see  hayley ,   they  came  for  a  performance .   for  an  escape  from  the  realities  of  their  dreary  and  privileged  lives .  that  much  ,   she  could  live  with  .  wealthy ,   poor ,   everyone  wanted  to  live   a  different  life  at  times  ,  and  she  somewhat  prided  herself  in  being  able  to  take  part  in  that .   but  damon  salvatore  was  an  entirely  different  kind  of  company .   for  one ,  he  never  dared  to  touch  her .   the  first  night  he  called  her  attention ,   she  began  the  conversation  in  an  effort  to  lessen  the  tension ,   but  all  it  did  was  make  him  comfortable .   from  that  point ,  he  continued  to  visit ,   to  ask  specifically  for  her  ,   and  to  fill  her  head  with  tales  of  his  ridiculously  lavished   lifestyle .   she  wasn’t  sure  whether  to  be  offended  that  he  seemed  completely  uninterested  in  her  body ,  or  furious  with  him  for  being  so  selfish .   she  was  a  whore ,   exiled  from  her  parents  and  forced  to  live  a  life  where  she  had  to  sell  herself  to  provide ,  and  he  went  on  about  the  parties  he  was  forced  to  attend  and  the  perfectly  respectable  women  who  wanted  to  marry  him  ?   it  was  infuriating  and  she  made  it  known  .    “   you  visit  constantly ,  go  on  and  on  about  your  troubles ,   and  never  listen  to  a  word  of  advice  i  give  you .   why  not  give  up  ?   you  clearly  are  not  finding  the  answers  you  want  here .  what  exactly  do  you  get  out  of  this  arrangement ?  ”

[seesgood]

❝ you two. ❞  she stares. first at bonnie. then damon. then bonnie again. eyebrow slowly arching higher and higher as she tries to fit the pieces together. things have been weird lately --- between stefan and the town and elena going off the rails and damon and bonnie being dead and then not dead and then whatever happened in between, but,  ❝ seriously? you two. ❞          /          @thewhippedsalvatxre​   +   @denydefeat​ ! 

[chaoticordxr]

closed  starter  for  @thewhippedsalvatxre​ .

desiccation was a bitch. she’d heard of it before, mainly whispers from other vampires she’d crossed paths with in her years of traveling and hiding, but it was far worse than any rumor she’d heard. it was gradual. painfully slow, even after she was unable to move her body. for decades -- perhaps centuries? she wasn’t sure quite yet-- all she felt was hunger, and pain, and regret. she regretted ever stepping foot in mystic falls. she regretted allowing her ego so much control. she even regretted the salvatore boys up until she was woken suddenly to find damon feeding her blood, urging her to rush with him. at that point, she swore she’d never heard a more beautiful sound. all regret was soon forgotten-- turning damon salvatore was the best damn decision she’d ever made.

she was confused and frightened the whole journey to his home, though she would never show as much. he helped her into his car, an interesting method of transportation she was sure she’d get used to eventually, but remained silent for most of the trip. she appreciated that. he must have had questions and concerns, but she needed to process. to plan. she hadn’t felt alive in too long and she needed to gather herself if she was to burn down the very town that nearly had her killed. “what year is it?” she finally asked, gaze lifting from the aged and torn material of her gown to him. he was different. colder. eternal life would do that to anyone, but she remembered him quite differently. her damon was soft and timid. this version of him seemed to have no shame, which only made her wonder whether he could be trusted at all. the world might have changed, but surely there was still a mikaelson eager to have her killed out there somewhere. it was a lot to process. too much for one evening. “is there more blood? i’m famished.”

[ofmulti]

    ❝ Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. You gonna stand there all evening, or get over here? ❞

@thewhippedsalvatxre​  ♥’d for Eve

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for thewhippedsalvatxre : Shout of for @thewhippedsalvatxre making me like a character I hate in canon and just being so NICE as a human being. And then the writing? Perfection. I literally cannot be more pleased to be mutuals with someone than I am with them.

[lovestoofew]

@thewhippedsalvatxre ❤’d for that starter.

She hadn’t meant to go off alone, not really, and very technically she wasn’t. There were others wandering the gardens, but none attached to Lucille. were she honest, it was a rare treat to be by her lonesome and enjoy the spectacle of others. Part of her envied Lady Whistledown, whoever she was, to be at a luxury of simply observing the fine mess everyone, and most certainly those with mothers, made of themselves. It was in her observations, she saw the Duke of Waterford fleeing a group of mothers with a look of what she assumed to be disgust. Pitying him, maybe for the same reasons others took pity on her, she opened her parasol ( as if the sun could have tarnished what was already gold ) and took quick steps to his side. She spoke loud enough for the mama’s to hear.

“There you are, your grace,” she began, turning them just enough to keep the vultures from seeing their expressions with her parasol blocking, hers plainly amused. “I had begun to think you’d forgotten about our stroll.”

A ruse of such would at least keep them at bay for now, and maybe that was what she could offer for a moment. She dropped her voice to a conspiritory hush, “Play along and I will turn you free once they’ve give up chase.”

[survivingpierce]

secret relationship . || @thewhippedsalvatxre​ || accepting

“ i’m getting tired of hiding…”

        "i know..." katherine whispered between placing kisses down damon's throat before she nipped on his collarbone playfully. anything to focus his mind elsewhere. it's early in the morning and the estate is still asleep which she wants to take to her advantage. and right now, she certainly didn't want to spend the time talking.

        her palms moved smoothly down his arms until her delicate fingers wrapped around his wrists and pinned them down onto the mattress. her lips moved back up to his jaw. "i promise we'll leave mystic falls soon. then we don't have to hide anymore." she mumbled before kissing his lips. "now relax and enjoy..."

[stonedgilbert]

@thewhippedsalvatxre​ said : [ MUSEUM ] : our muses go to a museum for a date together.

When Damon had brought up the concept of going to a museum for a date, Jeremy had been skeptical - learning had never been his strong suit, and neither had looking at art, really, despite his talents. But then he’d thought about it - really thought about it - and it’d dawned on him that this would probably be the only opportunity he’d ever get to see things like they’d been when Damon was a human. And he might not have been interested in history, but learning about Damon’s human life? That was something he was definitely interested in. “So,” he hummed, arm looped lazily through Damon’s as they walked through the exhibits, his head cocked to the side just a touch. “What was that thing really used for? Are they actually right in the little description thingy, or did they pull that information out of their ass so they didn’t sound stupid?”

[shesdaylight-arch]

softer prompts /  “ you’re my family. ”

the sentiment was something that had always been an unspoken and mutual understanding between them.   rapunzel had always seen damon as an older brother, especially after she’d gotten to know him, and after he’d gotten to know her.   she’d bonded with him more than she’d ever expected to and, honestly?   she wouldn’t have it any other way.   damon had his faults, sure, but so did she even if they differed.   that didn’t take away from how much she cared about him, though, and as he voiced what she already knew - and what was mutual, too - her eyes softened.  they practically glazed over, and she stepped forward to wrap her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.    “i’ve never had a brother,” she told him in admission, which really wasn’t a shock nor was it a surprise.   “but i know that you’re one of the best.”   and though he really was the only sibling experience she’d ever had, she meant it.   // @thewhippedsalvatxre​ | accepting.

[artdelacon]

     “You’ve got a little...” She trails off, lifting a painted nail to point at his shirt. “Stain.”

@thewhippedsalvatxre​ 

[nowat-shesdaylight]

“ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ”

If there’s one thing Rapunzel hated in the entire world, it was crying in front of people who’d never seen her cry.   Hell, just crying in front of people was one of the things she hated most in the entire world.   Though she cried at nearly everything, happy tears were the exception to this hatred, she was always so upbeat.   So happy.   So warm and full of light that to anyone who knew her - even those who only knew of her - wouldn’t even think she cried at all.   That she didn’t know how to.   It was why she shut down as Damon found her, why she’d curled herself into a little ball with her legs bent at the knee, arms wrapped around them to hold them into place.  Why she so desperately wanted to rest her head in between her legs and just shut off the rest of the world for a few minutes.    But she couldn’t do that to him, couldn’t shut him out.   Anyone, really, but especially not him.    

There was a lot on her mind, and there was a lot that she wanted to say.   Why she even reacted like this in the first place.    It was all her aunt, how Edyta was up to her old tricks.  Trying to manipulate her into going back into isolation, learning from home so she had a closer watch on her ( with an ulterior motive, one she’d recently learned about ).    And now she was trying to get into the heads of her parents, and the thought of them falling for her aunt’s tricks just didn’t sit right with her.   It struck a nerve with her.   Eventually the tears stopped falling and though they were stained with tears, red and puffy, she sat herself up a little more.   Legs were still bent, but she was no longer a Rapunzel-ball.   “You don’t have to stay here,” she mumbled underneath her breath, averting her gaze from him out of pure embarrassment for being caught in such a state.   “I know there’s probably a whole list of things you’d rather be doing than sitting here watching me cry.”

starters for quiet muses / @thewhippedsalvatxre ( accepting )

[nowimamxnster]

@thewhippedsalvatxre​   asked :   “do you have feelings for me ? ” (greys)

“ damon , for the love of--  ”   what?  god ?  that wasn’t real . there was no way any god would put her through what she’d been through with damon , only to reveal that he was lying to her all along anyways. married. he was married. no, not only was he married , but he was married to one of the most inventive and iconic surgeons of their era. oh-- and she was fucking beautiful. stupid. stupid, stupid hayley for ever thinking a man like him would just come into her life, get shot for her, and they’d be able to ride off into the sunset together like freaking disney characters. nothing up until that moment had ever been easy for her, why would this be any different? “damon, i have felt everything for you since the moment i met you. everything. and you know that. you have known that, otherwise you would have left me alone a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have taken that stupid bullet for me, and you wouldn’t--” she sighed, head shaking as she stepped away to press her back against a nearby wall and close her eyes. she was exhausted. just when things seemed to be taking a decent route with them, they just got complicated all over again and it was exhausting. “none of that matters, damon. you’re married to freaking wonder woman, and i’m...i’m the stupid intern. what i feel doesn’t matter, because she’s here and she wants you, and you’re married.”

[seesgood]

❝ you look better, by the way. ❞  there’s light back in his eyes. his features look less gaunt. he’s clearly sleeping better, which is a relief in itself. even from the small, somewhat grainy and most times delayed picture of him on her laptop in front of her, she can see the minute differences. it’s been weeks since they’ve seen one another, and in times like these she hates the distance more than anything.  ❝ have you been feeling okay? ❞          /          @thewhippedsalvatxre​   +   super lightning fast starters !   

[chaoticordxr]

@thewhippedsalvatxre​   asked :   ‘  hover  ’

it’d  been  a  week  since  they’d  properly  spoken .  after  a  nasty  argument took  place ,   damon  went  off  for  a  fight  in  vegas  alone  while  rebekah  stayed  in  her  own  apartment  and  busied  herself  with  work  ,  and  booze  ,  and  unnecessary  shopping  in  an  effort  to  not  think  about  him .   it  was  stupid ,   really .  rebekah  was  being  a  brat  as  usual ,   damon  was  being  stubborn ,   and  the  next  thing  she  knew  they  were  going  the  longest  they  ever  had  without  speaking  since  they  met .   she  missed  him .  it  was  pathetic  how  much  she  missed  him .  and  the  day  he  got  back ,  she  easily  broke  all  her  own  rules  and  made  her  way  to  his  place  late  at  night  only  to  find  him  already  asleep .  guilt  overwhelmed  her  as  she  acknowledged  how  tired  he  must  have  been  from  his  trip .  from  her .   still ,   she  didn’t  speak ,   instead  just  making  her  way  inside  like  she  owned  the  bloody  space  and  crawling  into  bed  without  touching  him .   there  was  stillness  for  a  second ,   forcing  her  to  question  whether  he’d  woken  up  at  all  when  she  came  in ,   before  his  body  was  suddenly  pressed  against  her  own .  their  lips  just  barely  touched  as  he  hovered  over  her ,  putting  just  the  right  amount  of  pressure  against  her  body .  “  fine .   hi ,  ”    she  gave  in ,  pouting  slightly  before  leaning  in  to  kiss  his  lips  at  last  .  any  other  man  would  have  begged  her  to  speak ,   but  instead  he  kept  those  perfect  lips  hostage  until  she  gave  in .  it  was  proof  that  with  him  she’d  met  her  match .

[fiercerebekah]

@thewhippedsalvatxre​ cont. from (x)

                      It’d been TEN YEARS since she’d seen him.  An eternity really.  There was a time in the past that Rebekah had LOATHED her ex husband, shortly after their divorce.  As hating him was easier than acknowledging the truth. That she was utterly shattered, and heart broken.  And alone.  Things had gotten so toxic, and messy at the end.  

                      But she’d had time on her side, and it’d been a long while since she hated him. She’d never stopped MISSING HIM though.

                      When she’d heard Damon was back in Mystic Falls, she’d wondered about him.  If he was alright.  What he’d been up to all of these years.  Perhaps things were better left where they’d been, with completely severed ties.  Yet Rebekah found herself at his door on this evening.  In his arms.  And for a brief moment she closed her eyes and she was taken back to happier times.  When he was her WORLD.  Stupid girl.  Where was Nik when she needed him to put her in her place?  

                      With a soft sigh, she pulled away.  The gentlest smile playing at her lips.  As it truly was good to see him.  ❛ I would quite like to come in, so long as I’m not interrupting anything. ❜