seduceyourvamptype

[seduceyourvamptype]

welpppp; tomorrow is another day, and by tomorrow I mean the rest of the week. I sent out about three starters this weekend? posted a meme for all my lovelies to spam me with lyrics for more starters, and I owe 2 more starters. thanks to everyone still waiting, I promise to be 75% worth it. 

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@leroiloup​

’20 BONNIE AND CLYDE; she gets Carrie fever, but as soon as the shows over she’s right back to being my soldier ‘cause mama’s a rider and I’m a roller, put us together how they gon’ stop both us

They walked among the decay of what her world  was doing their best to ignore the black smoke rising from the debris of what it was now. It was all falling a part right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Humans knew what they were and they wanted their world back, they’d burn it to the ground, if it meant they could rebuild it afterwards without supernatural beings in it. Vampires, Werewolves, witches, all of them, were forced to retreat, find shelter, and reclaim what was theirs if they could: ANONYMITY. 

On a dirt floor in an abandoned shed somewhere in the distance of a tucked away farm just a hundred miles out from Mystic Falls, Caroline Forbes rolled over to her side, pinned to the patch of earth in a paralyzing pain that shot through her tendons like ice water. There was still splintered wood from the day before in her lungs that hadn’t healed yet. The blonde vampire needed blood, her eyes flickered over the herd of students her and Ric had managed to protect thus far, none of them could help her. She didn’t just need a snack, she needed a meal. With a labored breath, Caroline exhaled, a cold cloud of her frustration releasing into the air. 

 ❝Still hurts, ❞ Ric’s whisper reached out to her curiously in the early dawn, somewhere between darkness and first light, his amber hues half open, half closed, with sleep still in his eyes.  ❝Mhm, ❞ Caroline groaned in affirmation, shifting uncomfortably, the hunger palpable.

The attack had done more than just left her wounded, it had decimated a fourth of their protection, teachers laid down their lives, providing a barrier between the students and the hunters that launched an assault on them in the woods.  ❝I can give you some of my blood, ❞ the sound of his voice was inaudible even to Caroline. It was a sincere offer laced with fear because Ric knew as deeply as  Caroline felt it, if she were to begin feeding, she may never stop. The blood lust was real, she’d gone dry for almost three weeks, conserving what little blood they’d manage to loot from abandoned hospitals, blood banks, or drained from the rare singular human sighting, for the children. 

Caroline shook her head hard, dismissing the offer.  ❝I think I saw a deer last night as we were putting the kids to bed, ❞ she coughed thick liquid, taking the back of knuckle to her lips to brush the blood splatter from her throat, she swiped her tongue across the digit till it was clean ignoring the slight contortion of Ric’s expression in response. The blonde vampire could feel the black veins beneath the circles under her eyes pulse. Adjacent to them was their daughter, a blank slated expression over her fair features.  ❝What is the merge, ❞ Lizzie inquired, pulling everyone’s attention to her. Ric was the first to his feet, stubbornly she shoved him away, pushing him off, but in her unstable state, accidentally sent him flying across the shed. A good amount of fear and shock expanded in the widening pale blue hues of Caroline Forbes.  ❝You need to calm down, ❞ Caroline instructed, narrowing her sight on just her now. She spoke in a flat tone, in attempt to pacify the jitters threading through her daughter.  ❝Don’t tell me to calm down,❞ Lizzie bellowed, shaking the broken wood panels of the shed with her anger. 

When she looks at Lizzie she doesn’t see her daughter anymore, the sweet honeycomb child she raised, the tiny apple seed that grew inside her, she see’s her worst NIGHTMARE: she see’s Kai Parker working from within her.  ❝Lizzie, ❝❞Caroline warned, her eyes drifting to the walls of their enclosure anxiously. The wood bent inward, threatening to snap. Dirt raised from the ground floating in the air,  ❝What is the merge, ❞ Lizzie repeated, her tone blowing the rooftop off from the shed, with its potent outrage.

 ❝Get. Everyone. Out, ❞ Caroline ordered now, speaking to MG and Kaleb, the only two capable of moving with the type of supernatural speed necessary to put distance between everyone and Lizzie, but her gaze never broke from Lizzie, not even for a second. Her icey blue hues locked onto her daughter, willing her to stop. 

Everyone was almost in the clear, the boys managed to whoosh the rest out, except for Josie, who stood adamantly dead center between Lizzie and her father who was still slumped to the dirt from Lizzies unintentional outburst.   ❝I’ll ask again, ❞ through clenched teeth, Lizzie cautioned her and Ric not to lie again. Farm tools hovered above their place, rattling against the surface of their home.  ❝JOSIE NO, ❞ Penelope’s strangled cries could be heard from the woods. Caroline’s head snapped in the direction of it, seeing Kaleb hold her back, missing the pitchfork soaring through the air and piercing Josie through the chest, until it was too late. It was only a second, a second she had taken her eyes off her daughters, and in that fraction of a moment, she’d lost everything.

A moment of stillness passes, the thumping of Caroline’s undead heart is the only sound in the shed now.  ❝No, ❞ Caroline sucked in air.  ❝No, ❞ she repeats breathlessly.  ❝No, ❞ she says it again, this time with her hands over her mouth in horror.  ❝Josie, ❞ Ric sobs, soundlessly, and it’s the most heart wrenching sound Caroline Forbes has ever heard, and she hears it in her heart, it’s so heavy it pulls her knees to the ground, so all she can do is crawl to her fallen daughter.  ❝No. No. No, ❞ she weeps, cradling her daughter.  ❝You need to take it out Caroline, ❝ he pleads, suspended by his fears, so  that he can’t even move.  ❝You need to take it out and give her your blood. ❝  ❝HEAL HER DAMN IT, ❞ he screams, because he can’t hear what she hears, he can’t hear the swooping silence and the complete absence of hope in their daughters chest. There is just emptiness where there was life.  ❝Heal her, heal her, ❞ his teeth rattle together, his whole body shivering with despair. 

Into his hands, Ric hid his crumbled sobs while Caroline clung onto Josie.  Caroline tenderly brushed the loose locks of chestnut hair sprawled across her daughters face, rocking her gently in her arms.  ❝Shh, shhh, ❞ she murmurs down at Josie, the sound trembling off her cold lips.  ❝I’m here, I’m right here, ❞ she sings off key, from a mantra she once comforted the girls with when they were little, and awoke from a bad nightmare.  In agony Caroline discovers there is something worse than death, there is numbness, nothingness.

There is losing a child.

And there is only one other person who knows the weight of that loss — Klaus Mikaelson, it’s a name that whispers in her thoughts, day after day, the name of the only person who can truly understand, more than Ric, more than anyone — how they will live with this darkness for ETERNITY. This heartbreak will span over multiple lifetimes, it’s a death she can’t swallow, but is forced to choke on.  ❝I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry, ❞ she mumbled nimbly to Ric, their eyes meeting for just a brief second before she turns it all off, and wooshes into the darkness, letting it absorb her, wash over her, and she doesn’t stop moving until she reaches New Orleans, until she reaches him.

Here, wherever they go, she knows he will let her be whomever she needs to be to escape this grief. The Mikaelson compound is nothing like she remembers, it’s tall walls now partly tore down, and there’s a path of rubble to the inside quarters. It’s ridiculous to think he may still be there, in his castles ruin. It’s with a fools heart, and a blood thirst she hopes he still may be, someone she can lean on, someone she can run with, as wild as her, as grief stricken, and angry.

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ONCE, she moved through the world like summer rain, 

                          lightly, a girl with cotton candy kisses   & a 

                         cheerful spirit,  before she was the STORM,

 she was just a GIRL with pom-poms, and 

                                                                  sugar coated lips.

YOU fellinlove with her, but you also made her the STORM

                                POUNDING into the night, &  hailstone

Clattering down from her thunder rhapsody in the sky, 

            moving like LIGHTENING, molten hot, and FIERCE.

CAROLINE FORBES,    once summer rain, now the storm, 

                                             thats what your love did to her.

                                   you turned a KIND thing, malevolent.

[seduceyourvamptype]

CAROLINE’S HOT GIRL SUMMER PLAYLIST

                                send me a lyric you’re vibing on the most

&& this blonde vampire will send you a starer, or if you’re feeling

mused by what you see take a lyric and TAG me in a starter. 

 if we already have a thread going on, you can still

                drop me a lyric, because lets be honest? EVERYONE needs 

                                                                                     a hot girl summer.

SIDE A

01.  ❝Did the heartbreak change me? Maybe. ❞

02.  ❝If you don't wanna see me dancing with somebody. ❞

03.  ❝I've always been the one to say the first goodbye. ❞

04.  ❝I'm indecisive but this time I know for sure. ❞

05.  ❝It's pushin' me harder, it's pushin' me harder.❞

06.  ❝You know you can get whatever you want from me. ❞

07.  ❝Now I'm afraid of all the things you could do to me. ❞

08.  ❝Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you.❞

09.  ❝I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers. ❞

10.  ❝It's pushin' me harder, it's pushin' me harder.❞

11.  ❝What I need, what I need, what I need is for you to be sure. ❞

12.  ❝But baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run.❞

13.   ❝But I won't be your yes girl, no, not anymore. ❞

14.  ❝You used to always let me in and now you're my favorite sin, oh. ❞

15.  ❝Rule #2, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose. ❞

16.  ❝Day drunk into the night, wanna keep you here. ❞

17.  ❝It's our paradise and it's our war zone. ❞ 

18.  ❝I just wanna taste it, watermelon sugar high. ❞

19.  ❝I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week. ❞

20.  ❝It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of tryin' to kiss you. ❞

21.  ❝I've been dancing on top of cars and stumbling out of bars.❞

22.  ❝And, baby, you know it's obvious. ❞

23.   ❝Wearing nothing but a smile down to the floor. ❞

24.  ❝And I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees.❞

25.  ❝I know we be so complicated, But we be so smitten, it's crazy. ❞

SIDE B 

01.  ❝Break up with your girlfriend, ‘cause I’m bored.❞

02.. ❝I'd let you had I known it, why don't you say so? ❞ 

03.  ❝In there, swimwear, going to the pool sh!t. ❞

04.  ❝ If he don't love you anymore, Just walk your fine a ss out the door.❞

05.  ❝I'm like chardonnay, get better over time.❞

06..  ❝Heard you say I'm not the baddest, bitch, you lied.❞

07.  ❝better come get your man I think he wanna be way more than friends.❞

08.  ❝Oh you bite your friend like chocolate. ❞

09.  ❝They're just girls breaking hearts eyes bright, uptight, just girls.❞

10. ❝ And she said use your hands and my spare time.❞

11.  ❝We've got one thing in common it's this tongue of mine. ❞

12.  ❝There must be poison in those finger tips of yours.❞

13.   ❝Your plans and those slow hands.❞

14.  ❝We just getting started, don't you tiptoe . ❞

15.  ❝But you're moving so carefully let's start living dangerously❞

16.  ❝Be my Diddy, and I’ll be your Naomi. ❞

17.  ❝This is a kiss-kiss, tongue him down kind of night❞ 

18.  ❝Me? I win and these bitches just lose. ❞

19.  ❝’Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven. ❞

20.  ❝IGot a taste for the cherry; I just need to take a bite ❞

21.  ❝'Cause you and I we're cool for the summer❞

22.  ❝Might seduce your dad type. I’m the bad guy.❞

23.   ❝So youre a toughguy, Like it really rough, just cant get enoughguy. ❞

24.  ❝I'm paralyzed; you give me the sweetest high.❞

25.  ❝I know we be so complicated, But we be so smitten, it's crazy. ❞

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@firstimmortal​

WAKING UP IN VEGAS MEXICO; we need a taxi ‘cause you’re hungover and I’m broke. I lost my FAKE ID, but you lost the motel key, spare me your dirty looks, and get the HELL out of town.

The room fell silent, still digesting the news. ❝You can do this Caroline,❞ ice cold hands numbly sat in Bonnie’s lap, being pulled down by her vice grip, digits latched around so deeply they touch Caroline’s insecurities that whisper, [ . . .  . you can’t do this, you’re not strong, you NEVER were, and never will be ] their thoughts that live within the leftover scraps of her former life. BUT, she was strong, invincible in fact, dying was the most ALIVE she ever felt. 

The deal was she accompanied Silas in his hunt for Katherine and in return didn’t kill her or her mom. In theory, what could go wrong? It wasn’t as if he was enlisting her to join his cause, all she had to do was sit shotgun to his KAMIKAZE tango with the otherworld and as soon as he got what he needed, Caroline was ducking, rolling, and taking cover from the hellfire that’d ranch once he did. Make a playlist, pack some trail mix, and a sedative or THREE — she would. get. through. this. ❝ Yeah, I know, ❞  lies flowed from her saccharine lips, it’s a bittersweet song that offers short comfort to her friends. She gave a little nod of affirmation to the others, Stefan, Elena, Damon, and Matt. 

This was her life: she was bait girl, girl who gets kidnapped, and now girl to endure Silas, of all people. How did she go from Klaus to worse? He said he’d only need a few days, but this was Katherine Pierce, notorious runaway; she was a professional hider, it wasn’t a    s   t   r  e   t   c   h    to pack a a few suitcases in preparation. Just because she was STUCK w/ Silas, didn’t mean she couldn’t have nice things too. 

The group stays inside to ensure Damon doesn’t botch things up; Caroline wasn’t his favorite person, she wasn’t even his second favorite, but he did consider her ‘his people’ and the thing about Damon? Love him, hate him, sleep with him, or dump him, when he got his his claws into you, Damon Salvatore dug in deep, and he protected what was his, fiercely, with a vicious rage, it’d be charming, if it didn’t leave a trail of bodies all over town, and draw in more trouble then it was worth. Stefan lead her out of the house, juggling her three suitcases. ❝ If anything, anything—❞

❝—call you or Damon ❞  the blonde vampire cut him off, the words just exhaled from her lungs along with her exhaustion. They’d been over the contingency plans, extensively, every NIGHTMARE what if, to the point Caroline considered she may have died again in her sleep listening.  What was worse than a road trip w/ Silas, waiting on Silas. 

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CENTER OF ATTENTION

                       you just want attention; you don’t want my HEART     you got me

thinking ‘bout when you were mine.        CAROLINE FORBES,  gorgeous, much 

hotter in person,   tease,   good girl — a MASTERPIECE,        the sun orbits her, 

                                                                                             jealous of her GLOW.

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@anditsxsorrows​

❝ I’ll take you wherever you want: Rome, Paris, Tokyo,❞ a lifetime ago the the offer had been presented with a soft laughter, only reserved for her, and despite every screaming rationality inside her — telling her that he was a BEAST — she laughed with him. There were moments, just mere moments where they orbited in each others lives, and it didn’t, well, suck.

Now she stood before the worlds treasures, pyramids and castles, fallen empires, places she’d only ever seen in the tiny frame of a history book, and she couldn’t help but think of — HIM. She’s so many things: a debutant, vampire, a widow, a headmistress, a mother, and it’s the last that defines her most now. Everything she does here, she does for them, it’s the will coursing in her bones to move without being seen, to make moves without being heard, because they’re relying on her. And thoughts of some unexplored love only encroach on everything she’s trying to accomplish. There is only the search for a cure, it takes her through the continents, desperately sifting through ruins, ancient texts, and dried up leads from Morocco to Paris, with nothing to show for her year spent.

The possibility of the merge looms over her sleep, invading her dreams, and shaking her awake in a cold sweat. ❝ I’m trying. I’m doing my best,❞ she tells Ric in their calls, making herself into steel anytime he speaks about their girls, so the time missed doesn’t cut deeper. ❝ There’s just so much country to cover, (and it’s only me. I’m only one vampire; she doesn’t say) and every time I think I’ve found a coven to help, they move. Rome today, Paris tomorrow, it never stops Ric,❞ on the other side of the phone her heart slows, exhaustion pushing down on her heaving chest, drawing uneven breaths . Being a parent has to be easier than this she thinks most times between the spasming of muscles; her body’s a rubber band being     p   u   l   l  e   d    beyond its elasticity.

Rome is a bust, anyone who knows anything about the Geminis are long gone, maybe a few decades ago something would have turned up, but she’s half a century late, and a dollar short. The only texts she finds on the exterminated lineage of her daughters only tell her what she already knows. If Bonnie was here — but no — she made a promise to Bonnie to leave her out, their lives have already taken so much from her. In Paris she finds a hotel overlooking the Eiffel Tower and settles in. The next few days she’ll do what she can to hit the streets and unearth whatever existing covens exist within the folds of the city that may be able to lend any scrap of information that might help. ❝ Je vais commander quelque chose de ma chambre (I will order service from my room),❞ she calls down to the front desk, because as much as she’d like to be sampling the city’s best cuisine, the truth is she’s just tired. The creases in her forehead are extra creasy, and her feet actually throb.

The little French man at concierge apologizes,  “Désolé Madame, il n'y a pas deservice à l'étage à cette heure ( Apologies Ma’am, we don’t have room service at this hour).❞ Caroline simply nods, ❝ Yeah,❞ her weariness sighs outwardly in acknowledgement.  Sampling cuisine it is, Caroline thinks to herself, slipping her leather knee high russet colored boots back on, over her denim blue true religion skinny jeans that fit like a second skin, paired with a sleeveless cream colored crop top, and matching cream colored leather Hermes cross body bag. Paris is suppose to be beautiful, but what no one tells you is the HORIZON is dust smeared, hazy, and grey, like London, but with better art, and dessert.

There’s a charming cafe nestled in a backdrop of eighteenth century architecture nearest the Eiffel Towers with outdoor seating. ❝ Puis-je avoir le menu s'il vous plaît? (Can I have the menu, please)?❞ The slight tripping over her pronunciations earns her an inscrutable expression from the waiter, at least she was trying. If there was anything Caroline did best, it was try.

A familiar humming starts in her veins that casts her attention out to her surroundings. The blonde vampire’s ocean hues scan over the crowds not entirely sure what to expect, but whenever he was around, even if she couldn’t see him; she could feel him, the phantom lingering of his touch over the cool of her skin — it was enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck. This was Paris though, not Mystic Falls, not the quarter, what would Klaus Mikaelson be doing in the city of great art, and music, genuine beauty. 

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SLENDER MOON-WASHED digits move over the Tennessee Whiskey, inhibitions drowned by thirst. She twisted the black cap free, and drank from the throat, gulp by gulp, taking down its fiery demise; she blurred realities and swallowed HARD truths. — before today she was CHAMPAGNE, glitter, and gold. Now she’s so much less; she’s the skin of prom queen. Blood can’t chase the emptiness, it only satiates the RAGE rattling inside her, momentarily quelling her misunderstandings of the worlds rules. Forever she would live in it, encased by death, forced to remember every moment of it. “I tried to be strong,” the words tremble off her dusk rose lips, and pool into the silvery air of the FORBES home.

“I did.” The  fluorescent amber   in her hues go out and the spark that makes her Caroline shorts. “But I’m just empty. I’m so empty all the time now,” her admission comes full, and fast, in thick sobs to no one and everyone in the room who may be listening. There’s a slow BURN to giving up and the blonde vampire slouches to its flame’s eventuality knowing it won’t bring her solace, but it will bury the sorrow — if she lets it— beneath the dermis, so far below, where it can’t itch her humanity anymore.

It’s  a     s   l   u   r   r   i  n   g     wreck of words, and a battered heart that flips the switch. All her soft edges sharpen, like unforgiving razor blade kisses, and inside a heat stirs in the ice water of Caroline’s veins; she is FIRE born, and remade. “— that’s better,” she exhales, long, and slow, letting go. THIS IS HER RECKLESS ABANDONMENT, this is how she grieves, without grieving.

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CAROLINE FORBES — make your girlfriend mad tight •independent • selective af • badb!tchdiaries • crossovers encouraged • she’s HELLFIRE and ice, bad habits, and queen vibes — moving with cruel intentions and a vampires smile.