#tofeelthecold; damon

[nightskied]

@tofeelthecold ! elena gilbert & damon salvatore .

" innocence died screaming . honey , ask me , i should know . "

[touchedbydestiny]

@tofeelthecold commented my starter call for natalia/damon

          "i can do this on my own, okay?" despite not really sounding resolute, natalia meant what she said. she wasn't in need of any help. it couldn’t be otherwise, after all, she was older and more experienced than damon. "where even comes the sudden will to offer help from? do you hope that you fill your karma account?"

[ascrambledmessofmuses]

{@tofeelthecold}

Malia looked as determined as ever. She'd made her decision. Always trusting her gut and her instinct. 8 years of being a coyote still had it's effects on her, but she took it in stride and pride. "No way I'm backing down," she grinned. "You better be ready for this roadtrip."

shadowsxregrets​:

“I don’t feel like I’m making  a mistake.” she answered honestly. She didn’t really have an affection to this town like some of her friends and family had had. And they knew her. They knew her need for independency and her curiosity to see the rest of the world. They’d probably expected her to have left sooner already. “Because I like you, Damon.” She gave him a soft smile, “Because you make life more interesting when I’m around you. Everything iis less boring when I’m with you.” She shrugged lightly, like it was nothing. “That’s why.”

As Damon listened to her he had to admit that she seemed to be making a rational choice. It was him that was worried about the choice she was making and it wasn’t because he didn’t care about her. It was because of his own reputation and the fact that he had a tendency to lash out or close himself up. Now was probably one of those times because he cared for her. Perhaps that was another issue for him but he didn’t feel like analyzing it right now. “You’re not going to back down are you?”

@ascrambledmessofmuses​

[badasshybridqueen]

She can hear their arguing from the hallway just outside Hope’s bedroom and she purses her lips briefly wondering if it was always going to be this way. Damon has been with them in one way or another since before Hope was born - and still they he and Klaus argue as if they haven’t been in each other’s live over a decade now.  The hybrid makes her way down the hallway toward Klaus’ study, moving through the doorway, Hayley clears her throat to gather their attention. “Our daughter is trying to fall asleep - is there a reason we’re arguing tonight?” She questions glancing between the two men.

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[redemptivexheroics]

@tofeelthecold​

“Well would you look at that, it’s my favorite human sized baseball and here I am without my bat. What do you want Salvatore, because I can tell you what I want, your head on a bloody stick” Kol said as he stepped toward Damon in a menacingly way, of course he had no intention of killing the annoying bastard but it would be fun to threaten him even if nothing came of it. 

“Maybe if you apologize I’ll let it go, unlike Klaus I have somewhat of a merciful side to me” 

[little-miss-buffy]

Starter for @tofeelthecold

That is NOT Angel, Buffy inwardly reminded herself for the millionth time as she listened to the conversation between Bonnie and Stefan, the boy Elena had started seeing.  Buffy had already met him once. He was nice, but the resemblance between him and Buffy's old boyfriend was uncanny.

In fact, the more Buffy thought about it, this was the third thing in Elena's life that paralleled hers back in Sunnydale. The first was that she lived in a town full of vampires (which was why Giles encouraged Buffy to stay in Mystic Falls) and the second was that her best friend might be a witch. Buffy shrugged it off at first, but when Not Angel walked through the door and she heard about an “animal attack” at a party Elena and Jeremy were, she started to worry.

Buffy did her best to keep this part of her life from Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy. So far, she had successfully kept the fact that she was a slayer and that she went out every night to fight monsters from them.  If they knew, they would automatically be dragged into this part of her life and she didn’t want that for them. Especially not for Elena and Jeremy. They were still in high school. They shouldn't be worrying about vampires crashing Parent-Teacher night, swim team monsters, or devil dogs at the prom.

But, Buffy was worrying for nothing. There was no way her cousin’s new boyfriend was a vampire. He went to school with her and apparently, he had just made the football team, who practiced in an open field in the sunlight. A vampire couldn’t do that. Just because Stefan bore a resemblance to Angel didn’t mean he was a vampire. This was all in her head, right?

"What do you think, Buffy?" Stefan interrupted her thoughts. "I'm sorry, what?" Buffy was a bit embarrassed. "Witches, cool or not cool?" Elena prompted her. Buffy smiled. "My best friend is a witch," she said. "And she's pretty cool." Her smile faltered for a second after mentioning Willow. She missed her. She missed everyone. "I think that settles it," Elena turned her attention back to Bonnie. "Witches are awesome."

The doorbell rang making the blonde jump a bit. “Were you expecting anyone else?” she asked Elena. “No?” Elena got up and answered the door. "Surprise!" Buffy heard the voice of Caroline, another one of Elena's friends. "Bonnie said you were doing dinner, so we brought dessert." When a male voice spoke, Stefan immediately stood up and walked to the door. "Who's that?" Buffy asked Bonnie. "Stefan's brother, Damon," Bonnie answered. "We're just finishing up," Stefan was saying, barely hiding the distain in her voice. Buffy sighed and stood up. She could feel the tension from the kitchen.

"Everything okay?" Buffy asked as she entered the front hall. Her eyes immediately locked with ice-blue irises belonging to someone a little taller than her. Evidently, Stefan failed in driving his brother away. This guy was gorgeous, but his eyes made him look like a demon, specifically an incubus. It made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Buffy, hi!" Caroline pushed past the elder brother and hugged the other blonde and then turned her attention back to him. "Damon, this is Buffy," she said. "She's Elena's cousin from California." Buffy managed a small smile in Damon's direction. "Hi," she said. "Just to recap: I'm Buffy."

[cagearoundmyheart]

"You know keeping to the shadows doesn’t make it any less obvious that you’re following me.” Stefan’s tone drifted in the wind. His days of dealing with the debauchery and melodramas of Mystical Falls was over. He was content with working above the oils slicks and pinned beneath the cold exterior of vintage car. The brooding shadow that danced across the pavement rushed his senses with the familiar pressure that only his older brother can bring. 

“I don’t want to know and I don’t care. Go home.” 

@tofeelthecold​

[tribridkissed]

Hidden Bodies Sentence Starters || Accepting

@tofeelthecold​​ said: “ the real horror of my life is not that i’ve killed some terrible people . the real horror is that the people i’ve loved did not love me back . ” (From Damon)

Perhaps killing people for Hope, had never quite reached the level that it had for her family and for vampires like the Salvatores, but she understood that. What Hope didn’t understand, was the whole love thing. She’d had a thing for Roman, certainly, but the only man she’d ever felt she’d loved before was Landon, and he’d loved her back. “Living as long as you have...I mean that’s probably a given. You seem the type to give your heart out a lot.” She was definitely NOT that type at all.

[restingpout]

tofeelthecold said: “i’m not mad.” (from Damon)

“You’re not? I mean... you’re not. Cool,” she replied, starting to put the whiskey bottle down but she hesitated, eyeing the glasses on the bar. Jutting her lips out, she gave a halfhearted shrug and reached for the glasses so she could pour one for herself and one for her uncle. "You’re not going to tell dad, right?” She asked, turning to offer him one of the bourbons. “Because if you tell him, he’s going to tell mom and it is your liquor cabinet so, I think we both know who’d be in more trouble...” She raised the glass to her lips but didn’t drink from it.

[littlebennettbitch]

‘  fall in love with someone that makes you feel strong.  ’ (from Damon)

meme: growling suggestion ask memestatus: accepting (from mutuals)

Lips quirked into a small smirk, and while the words made her feel warm, because they were sincerely meant, Bonnie could not let the moment pass quietly. “Are you giving me romantic advice? Is this where we’ve reached in our relationship?” A theatrical sigh as she shook her head. “What has my life come to? What has your life come to?”

[badasshybridqueen]

@tofeelthecold

[trailergenius]

@tofeelthecold​ said let’s write!

Michael had voted against this, to be clear. Whatever the hell Damon was, he clearly thought himself incredibly dangerous, and the trio knew nothing. HTey were at a disadvantage and Isobel had been directly threatened and they were walking into the fray. But, as Isobel said, they had been making decisions for her and badly for long enough. Caroline was becoming her friend, which she needed. And Max, the guilty fucker, voted with her.

Now they were at yet another stupid party. And look, all Michael had done was bump into the guy, accidentally, and this ... Tyler freaked out. He wasn’t even sure how, but suddenly he was thrown so far back, he hit the water, and everything was dark. Choking. Swelling in his nose. Michael scrambled, but all he managed to do was drag himself deeper.

Max didn’t hear the commotion, he was too far away. But he did feel it, the fear and death clogging at airways that weren’t his own. When he looked up, all he could see across the party grounds were the ripples in the water. He rushed forward, hoping against logic he could make it in time.

“Michael! Michael!” He yelled. “Someone get him! He can’t swim!”

[antoniwrites]

@tofeelthecold for a plotted starter

The threat at the high school called for Greta's attention, against Damon's wishes. She wanted to help and she wasn't taking no for an answer. Everything was going fine, until she was shot in the chest with a wooden shotgun. Vervain, too. It was searing in pain. She got knocked to the ground and did her best to crawl to a corner in the hall. "D-Damon!!"

[badasshybridqueen]

she spots the sign for the bar almost immediately upon entering the quarter - good old New Orleans. after everything Klaus had told her, Hayley had left Mystic Falls nearly right away and made her way to the Crescent City. with a fresh lead on where she might find something about her family or where she came from - the wolf set off towards the bar. jazz poured through the streets, the scent of a dozen different rich foods hitting her nose, made her stomach grumble. but she kept her course to the bar, pushing the doors open and stepping inside. the atmosphere inside was loud as well - most bars were - she makes her way straight to the bar and slides onto one of the stools, smiling at the bartender. when the woman comes over to her and shrugs out of her jacket and rests it on the back of the chair, not noticing the man sitting beside her glance over in her direction. “Can I get a beer?” the woman nodded and turned to grab one for her before sliding it over to the brunette.

► @tofeelthecold​ Plotted Things [ for Damon ]

[nightskied]

throughout her life , mary had heard about other creatures existing , and that each had its particular sensation to a witch . even more or less corrupt witches felt different to another's touch , and this ---- upon touching her son , the witch felt the gelid touch of death at the back of her neck . it pulled , it slithered through her spine like a snake coated in some strange sort of viscosity . but it didn't matter . she was unsettled , but it didn't really matter . that was damon , her damon . nothing could change that , not really .

the french made her smile , shakily , through the streaks of tears that tracked down her now reddened cheeks . " by god , it really is you . " mary muttered , pursing her lips momentarily afterwards . she should explain , say something , anything . so she tried , painstakingly so . " your father , he -- " what had giuseppe done exactly ? " took me away . somehow . " truth was , mary had never managed to figure out what he'd done . or rather , they - giuseppe hadn't worked on his own . a frown appeared across her forehead , the events confusing still in her mind . " how are you even here ? " the woman dared ask , still refusing to let go entirely from the embrace she held her son in .

There were so many questions that were going unanswered, that mattered but didn't all at the same time. Seeing his mother and knowing that she was his mother was the only thing that mattered. No one could take that from him, he wouldn't allow it and would fight because he wasn't a powerless child. He was now an adult and a vampire with skills and powers he didn't have. And he was determined to keep her in his life this time.

Seeing the tears fall from her eyes he hesitated to touch her but did when she touched him, wiping the tears away and just letting his hands gently rest on her. "Trop jeune pour faire quoi que ce soit. Trop jeune pour aider," too young to do anything. too young to help, he replied back to her in the French she'd taught him and rarely used. It was one of the things he'd kept and used when he had too but didn't use that often because it was almost too painful too use. Because it brought back memories of his mother that he didn't want deal with but now he could because she was here and in front of him.

[multistoty]

@tofeelthecold​

“If that is another malivore monster, I am not in the mood. I have one hobbit boy you can feast on if you don’t start knocking on my room door at the butt crack of dawn where my siphoning sister- “ The exhausted tired of sass stopped as the figure made his way into the bright eyes of the witch. Her mouth dropping only to fall into an apologetic though excited grin. She was really getting tired of the monsters hunting muppet boy and his tribrid girlfriend who her father was obsessed with. This was a welcome surprise even if it was a little to early for her to fully appreciate a visit from her only uncle. This was technically his home she supposed. “Sorry, Uncle Damon. You are a welcome surprise.Things have been interesting here. Josie is down for the count after sucking face with she who must not be named. Daddy didn’t say you would be coming by or Aunt Elena. But he has been pretty focused on other things. I have missed you and your nicknaming skills. My dad is wearing sweaters. He needs your interference more than ever.”