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[throatsplit]

18: When's your birthday? NEED TO KNOW RN

munday questions. always accepting!

january 13th, 1997 🥰 i'm a capricorn baby!

[paralyziingfears]

plotted starter with @doesoft. / buffy summers & elena gilbert.

[  ....  ]             the  world  was  different  now.  it  used  to  all  fall  on  buffy's  shoulders;  innocent  lives,  the  fate  of  the  world,  the  burden  of  having  to  endure  violence  every  night.  but,  now,  things  were  ...  different.  better.  she  wasn't  the  only  one  anymore  and  she  had  a  chance  to  mentor  other  girls,  women,  that  now  have  the  same  destiny  she  had  been  carrying  alone  for  so  long.  she  could  guide  them  down  a  path  where  they  could  experience  their  newfound  strength  and  endurance  whilst  having  the  longest  living  slayer  right  by  their  side.  surely  things  will  be  easier  for  them  than  it  was  for  her  ...  right?  that  was  the  only  thing  she  could  truly  hope  for  and  strive  for.  these  girls  meant  everything  to  buffy  summers  and  now  elena  gilbert  was  one  of  them.

after  sunnydale  had  been  blown  up  and  the  first  was  vanquished  (  as  far  as  she  knew  ),  she  had  been  informed  by  giles  that  he  had  caught  word  of  another  potential  in  virginia;  mystic  falls,  to  be  exact.  so,  another  adventure  was  underway  for  buffy.  she  had  packed  her  bags  and  said  her  goodbyes  to  dawn  before  leaving  home  alongside  giles.  they  traveled  together  to  mystic  falls  to  find  elena  gilbert.  it  was  so  much  different  here  than  california.  the  forestry,  the  humidity,  the  rain  ...  all  things  buffy  wasn't  exactly  used  to.  but  one  thing  did  remind  her  of  sunnydale  and  that  was  the  small  town  energy  this  town  had  carried  and  that  brought  buffy  some  comfort.

her  and  her  watcher  had  done  a  scope  around  town  to  gather  more  information.  this  town  definitely  had  vampires  from  the  numerous  reports  of  so-called  'animal  attacks';  not  as  comforting  as  the  quaint  small  town  vibe.  buffy  wondered  if  elena  knew  about  the  vampires  already  or  if  she  was  still  naive  to  what  lurked  in  the  shadows.  they  would  make  a  plan  the  next  day  but,  tonight,  buffy  needed  to  get  to  know  this  town  the  only  way  she  knew  how;  patrolling.

she  strutted  through  the  cemetery  of  mystic  falls,  stake  in  hand  and  senses  on  alert.  it's  nice  to  get  back  to  basics,  buffy  thought  to  herself.  it  wasn't  until  buffy  heard  a  rustling  followed  by  a  scream  not  too  far  ahead  from  her.  she  bolted  in  the  direction  and  flew  over  a  tombstone  to  tackle  down  the  enemy  who  was  attacking  a  girl.  she  straddled  the  vampire  and  jabbed  him  across  the  jaw  on  his  right  then  his  left.  the  vampire  grabs  the  slayer  by  her  shirt  and  throws  her  off  of  him  but  it  didn't  cause  buffy  to  miss  a  beat  in  her  combat.  the  vampire  hovers  over  her  to  grab  once  again  but  buffy  was  quicker,  extending  her  leg  out  and  knocking  him  in  the  teeth  with  her  heel,  causing  the  culprit  to  stumble  back  and  knock  into  a  tree.  she  hops  back  on  her  feet  and  lunges  her  stake  into  his  chest,  directly  in  the  heart,  before  he  could  attack  again  ...  but  he  doesn't  turn  into  dust?  instead,  he  desiccates  right  before  her  eyes;  his  now  grey  body  shriveling  up  and  thumping  onto  the  ground.  a  wave  of  confusion  washes  over  buffy  for  a  moment  but  then  remembers  the  girl  she  just  saved.  she  spins  and  faces   —   elena!!  buffy  clears  her  throat,  ❝  are  you  okay  ?  are  you  hurt  ?  ❞  she  asks  first,  dusting  the  dirt  off  her  clothes.

[malka-lisitsa]

"i know we don't necessarily know each other or ... even understand each other all the time but i do love birthdays and this might be nice to have." elena gives a small smile , offering a small wrapped box that contains both a journal and a small plush of a fox. "happy birthday katherine , i hope it's everything you want it to be and more."

The way she started off had Katherine intrigued. Because it was true they were not exactly best friends, but Katherine wasn't above being civil and so far Elena hadn't been either... however it was the fact that she not only remembered- but thought to give katherine a gift that had the doppelganger in a thoughtful state.

Now normally she'd think this was a trap- and for most people it usually was. Damon for instance? Would probably be extra mean to her today for sport... but that didn't seem to be the case with Elena.

So Katherine took the gift with very mild hesitation.

Unwrapping it revealed a journal- because of course it did, this is Elena... but it wasnt a generic one at all. It looked like it had been commissioned with a custom fox design on the front and her initials "KP" in a fancy font. Thought had actually been put into this.

And the fox plushy was just adorable.

"So you know you're baby sitting Fritz here when I have to up and run right? If he's on your door step you better take care of him till I come back for him."

It's hard to decode if you don't understand her, but the gift means a lot to her, and she wants to keep it safe, however playful her banter was in saying so.

[survivingpierce]

@doesoft requested a starter around the word(s) fate/sacrifice

          "what reason do you have to be so gloomy and sad all the time? did fate not mean well for you? you should not have survived the sacrifice and yet here you are. even more, you almost had no losses while doing so even though klaus should have killed everyone you hold dear just for the little stunt you and your friends pulled. what more do you want? others don't get as lucky." in katherine's eyes, this almost came off as greedy because precious elena couldn't appreciate what she got. yes, she lost a family member because of the whole sacrifice thing but she got to keep her friends and her lover. well almost, but there's already another one who throws heart eyes after her. katherine, on the other hand, had lost her family, her second chance, her life, and the little security she had. she was forced to go on the run and kill her entire personality just in order to survive. she would have been thankful if she had been given elena's fate. 

[nobilismartyr]

' you should be more careful. ' fingertips are adjusting the cuffs of their sleeves. ' i'm here to make sure you stay out of harm - not carelessly get into it. ' / @doesoft

[ripk0l]

@doesoft want to kill me but don't want to be on my @wickedslip wife bad side, but if she does kill me, she is actually on her bad side? i'm so confused.

[klaeus-a]

@doesoft ❛ you're the last person i wanted to see, actually. ❜

❛ you wound me, love. ❜ hand over his heart, he does his utmost to appear innocent and hurt ⸻ an act that would be more believable if he didn't have a constant aura of some form of impending murder to him. ❛ will you be holding a grudge for all eternity, elena? because i've moved on. ❜ lips turning up at the corners, his gaze sparks with an odd mix of bemusement and the look of a predator eyeing his prey, making it rather clear she would not be leaving his clutches any time soon. she's one of beloved playthings, after all.

[lastbennettwitch]

@doesoft liked for a starter.

"I'm exhausted." This is punctuated by a jumbo marshmallow being thrown at Elena's face from the rather large bag in Bonnie's lap. "We're due for some...I dunno, like- a day off. Or something." There was so much going on, she didn't know where to start. And there was this feeling buried in her bones that it would only get worse from there. More complicated. Messier.

[throatsplit]

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)? // For Micah

character building questions. always accepting!

Micah rarely, if ever, loves unconditionally. He never had a good model for it, so it's not something that comes naturally. When he does love, it's deep and often profound—and certainly toxic in some way. But never without some kind of conditions. Some ulterior motive. If I had to say someone in his canon without any thread-dependent connections, I'd say his mom is the closest he's ever gotten to both giving and receiving unconditional love. Even then, it wasn't quite that. It was never absolute. She was still an absent parent and although she accepted him more openly than his father did, the love there was steeped in Micah's childlike desire for approval and acceptance for the person he was. It was complex and aching, and still never fully met. Maybe his band manager, Lex—the closest thing he's got to a maternal figure. But even with her, it only extends so far.

Otherwise, I'd say Elena in my private verse with Zepp (@doesoft)! I think it's the closest he's ever gotten and ever will get to experiencing truly unconditional love. They grew up together and she taught him a lot about how love should work. Taught him what selfless love really looks like, what compassion looks like.

Granted, he's a hard guy to change, so his love for her is still messy and possessive and chaotic even after all of it, but he's long since decided that she is his better half and she always will be. She's the only person who could ever get away with hurting him without real consequence (read: serious harm or death) because he would never intentionally hurt her in a way he couldn't fix or comfort away... or in a way she doesn't enjoy. Even if she were to betray him in some way, he'd still love her, and it would protect her in a way that he would never allow anyone else. Where he'd otherwise snap and slip back into the violence that comes easier than breathing to him, he might stop and think first—because it's her. He won't ever change who he is, but he always wants to be better for her.

His love for her is literally all-consuming, but he wouldn't have it any other way. It's primal and fierce and bone-deep, and he would go to the ends of the earth for her. She's the one constant in his life, even when they weren't together—the one thing in his life that he's never questioned. The one person in his life he thinks is meant for him. Made for him. He'd go out of his way to make sure she's happy, and he doesn't do that for anyone. He just doesn't care enough, but for Elena? He'd try to give her the fucking world if that's what it took, and that's a big thing for him—to want to do these things. To want what's good for her—like being able to do her college courses when she's on the tour bus with him, fucking around across the world. It's a big thing for someone to matter enough that he doesn't just do whatever the fuck he wants and say fuck everything else. He thinks about her now, too, and when it comes to Micah, that speaks volumes on its own.

If she tried to leave him again, he'd still react badly. His love for her and whatever softness it brings out of him doesn't make his need to possess her any less, and the one time without her was more than enough for him (even though he kept tabs like the stalkerish fuck he is). He let her go back then because he knew it was what she needed, even though it tore him apart. Some part of him recognized that she was doing it more for herself, and if he had forced her to stay, she would've ended up hating him. But now? He wouldn't let go so easily. He wouldn't be outright violent, at least not in a way that could bring her genuine harm, but he'd still be dangerous. He'd go about it in all the wrong ways. Soft, pleading touches mixed with possessive fists in her hair or grips just a little too tight. He'd easily chase her down to find her and do whatever he could to force her to stay, but in the end, I think if it's what she really wanted? He'd let her go. It wouldn't be gentle or easy, and it wouldn't be in any real capacity—at least for him, because he'd probably stalk the fuck out of her and beat up (or kill) anyone who came too close. But he'd accept it, again, because it's her. And he'd still love her through it all.

It's as unconditional as he's ever gonna get.

[paralyziingfears]

continued from here with @doesoft. / stefan salvatore & elena gilbert.

[  ....  ]                everything  that  embodied  elena  gilbert  was  what  stefan  only  felt  he  could  dream  to  be.  she  was  genuine,  authentic,  and  selfless.  even  when  all  odds  were  stacked  against  her,  she  continued  to  sacrifice  herself  for  the  greater  good  and  for  the  lives  of  all  those  that  she  loved  and  innocents  she  didn't  even  know.  what  had  he  done  to  deserve  such  a  real  love  that  came  from  such  a  compassionate  person?  he  felt  he  didn't  deserve  her  but  he  still  counted  his  lucky  stars  every  night  that  she  decided  to  give  him  a  chance  despite  the  monster  that  lingered  beneath  the  surface.  his  ripper  side  ...  the  side  of  him  that  craved  every  ounce  of  blood  that  ran  through  her  veins  was  something  he  was  constantly  terrified  of.  what  if  one  day  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  hold  his  shadow-self  back?  he  wouldn't  be  able  to  live  with  himself  if  he  were  the  reason  that  elena  would  get  hurt  ...  or  something  even  worse.  he  couldn't  bear  even  the  thought  of  it.

and  maybe  that's  why  he  felt  so  down  on  himself  lately.  with  katherine  in  town,  reminding  him  of  what  he  used  to  be,  it  was  plaguing  his  thoughts  with  a  dark  force  he  felt  he  couldn't  push  down.  but  here  elena  was,  doing  the  thing  she  effortlessly  always  did;  tether  him  back  down  to  reality  with  her  kindness  and  unwavering  ability  to  see  the  good  in  people   —   even  when  they  didn't  deserve  it.  her  gentle  touch  was  enough  to  ground  him  and  he  takes  his  time  gazing  into  her  eyes  lovingly  as  she  speaks  to  him  through  her  angelic  voice,  one  he'd  never  get  tired  of  hearing.  her  words  cause  a  soft  smile  to  grace  his  lips,  softening  his  features  which  in  hand  caused  him  to  soften  on  himself.  that's  the  kind  of  effect  elena  gilbert  had  on  stefan  salvatore.  ❝  how  do  you  do  that  ?  ❞  he  asked  through  an  exasperated  breath,  a  soft  chuckle  following.  he  takes  her  hands  in  his  and  squeezes  gently,  never  breaking  eye  contact  with  her.  ❝  it's  one  of  the  many  things  i  admire  about  you,  elena.  if  i'm  any  of  those  things,  it's  because  of  you.  ❞

[malka-lisitsa]

GUESS WHAT ? ilu

jk jk I adore you Zep <3

[jessiebites]

[ FERRIS WHEEL ] for my muse to join yours on the ferris wheel

THEY'VE BEEN AT THE CARNIVAL FOR A FEW HOURS. Elena mostly as exposure therapy to humans, and Jessie as a chance to ride all the rides and eat all the food without getting sick. There's nothing like eating churro after elephant ear after funnel cake that gets a girl amped up, especially when Jessie's sweet tooth is always on ten with her heightened senses. She's surprised that her fangs haven't rotted out of her head, but that seems to be another perk that she's enjoyed about her immortality.

After her sixth round of carnival food extravaganza, Elena had wandered into a different direction and needed a walk alone, which Jessie happily gave her in the name of being supportive. It's all new for her, so Jessie understands the desire to be independent and be able to cope alone above anything else. But the sun was coming up, the skyline was turning hues of orange and yellow swirls, and Jessie wanted to carry her home before she turned to ash between her fingertips. Bonnie is still mastering the daylight ring, and to be frank, most of the ones that she's created has worked even less than the busted one that Jessie's got now. So until then, they're bound to the night.

Tucking her hair behind her ear to listen, Jessie licks her lips to try to find the familiar beat of Elena's blood, her heartbeat, the sound of her breathing. She's able to find it in seconds, the whites of her eyes brightening as she throws the remaining lemonade she's sipping in the trash and pads her way towards the ferris wheel, a tilt to the head as she realizes that Elena's sitting half way between the top and the bottom.

By the time she walks over there, she was able to climb the fence and scurry into the seat beside her, the ride moving again to go around in seconds. Jessie grins, gripping the woman's face between two fingers and pressing a gentle kiss to the flesh there on the apples of her cheeks. "Made it just in time, eh?" The redhead snickers, letting her hand drop to grab the other's. "How did it go?"

[loveshard]

「 📱」 — ❝ I had a dream about you ❞ to sam

DIRTY TEXTS RP PROMPTS

[crowsalvation]

❝ i’ve been running on survival mode for too long. ❞

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭 Always Accepting @doesoft

Damon watched her as the words left her lips and something in his posture shifted. The usual edge he wore like armor dulled, just slightly, as his eyes dragged over her face with a quiet intensity. He didn’t speak right away. Just studied her.

He exhaled slowly, almost silently, and looked away for a moment. Not out of indifference, but to collect himself. To choose which version of truth she needed from him right now.

“You have.” He said, quiet and steady. “And it shows.” There was no judgment in his tone. Just fact. And concern. The kind that wasn’t loud, but lived in the cracks of someone who noticed everything.

“You’ve been holding it together with duct tape and adrenaline for so long, you probably forgot what it feels like to just fall apart for a minute.”

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You need to go do something wildly irresponsible. Like a road trip with your annoying friends. Or... I don’t know, a ten-hour bubble bath with wine and music and no one needing you to save the world.”

“You deserve that much, Elena.”

[coldfrcnt]

close to you

Send me “Close To You” for my muse’s reaction to our muses being caught in a scenario where they are stuck in a small space together, pressed up against one another will little to no space between them. Hands brush against each other, noses touch, breath is felt. How will my muse react?

the confines of the space were tight, pushing the two of them together. hands brushing against legs, with no real intention behind them - her face up against his chest, their height difference striking in the constricting area. shoving her into the closest room that he could find, they were trying to hide from the boots stomping against the floor. risking being seen was dangerous, it wasn't to be known that they had been here. no objects were moved in the room they once occupied; the owners would have no idea that there was two people just inside of the closet. he held his breath for a moment, doing his best to hear what was going on outside of the door. if they were caught, they could always start a gunfight - that would have blown their mission, but they couldn't lay down & accept death. they would have to fight their way out.

it didn't seem that the figure had any interest in their hiding spot, spending their time near the desk. documents that they needed were enclosed, trying to get their hands on them without being seen. it should have been an easy mission. he was no stranger to being a ghost in someone's space. getting what he needed & leaving. the unexpected factor was the return of the man; coming back late to his office. it should have been dead now, this was a real workaholic. anxious about whatever was stowed away in that desk. ❝  we can't do anything if he stays here. ❞ BUCKY whispers to his partner - in - crime. they were stuck in the closet, unable to make a move. he was sneaky, but not so sneaky that he could steal something right out from someone's nose in an unoccupied room. they would have to wait for the unexpected visitor to leave the office, locking the door tight behind him. unknowing that there was two agents waiting right inside of his closet.

[bloodpsalm]

‘ Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person. ‘

✧ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES PROMPTS

Always Accepting

Klaus let out a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand over his chest as if her words had genuinely wounded him. “You wound me, love.” He said, feigning hurt, though the amused glint in his eye and the crooked grin pulling at his lips gave him away.

The grin widened into something far more devilish as he took a slow step toward her, voice dropping into that smooth, deliberate tone that always carried just enough menace to make the air feel heavier. “I was never trying to be a nice person, Elena. Niceness doesn’t get you anywhere in life. It’s a weakness. A mask people wear to make themselves feel better about the things they allow.” He tilted his head, eyes scanning her like he was piecing her apart, brick by brick. “Tell me… where exactly has being nice gotten you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

“Stuck in the middle of a supernatural soap opera. Surrounded by vampires who either want to screw you or kill you. Or both, depending on the day.” His smile sharpened. “So forgive me if I choose power over pleasantries. At least that gets results.”