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[crowsalvation]

@flappervcmp

1923 -

Damon left the speakeasy that night with a feeling of hope blooming in his chest, the kiss she had left on his cheek tingling still.. He had traced the letters of her address  with his thumb more times than he cared to admit, memorizing them already. Staying in this city was never in his plans but it seemed like maybe, just maybe, he had found something worth staying for.

The next night he had found himself outside her home. He never planned on knocking, just watching from the shadows, indulging in the simple fact that she was close. But something wasn’t right.. He managed to get close to the opened kitchen window, listening in on the cries of Annie’s mother and the sound of her father’s voice speaking with police. Missing. Damon stood frozen in the night air, gripping the paper in his hand so tightly it nearly tore as his vision went red 

Annie was missing and Damon felt nothing but pure rage. He was going to find who took her, and he was going to kill them. Chicago quickly became his hunting ground. Every whisper of a vampire, every rumor of a missing girl, he followed with ruthless determination. For years he left nothing but dead ends and bodies in his wake. But no matter how many doors he kicked in, how many other monsters he tore apart, there was never a sign of her.

She had vanished like smoke. 

Damon single handedly funded the money for the search her parents put on for her, anonymously of course.  He sent money ensuring that her family never had to stop looking, not until the day they decided she was gone for good.. When the search was called off, the money still came. A small penance for something he could never forgive himself for.

And then, the letters to Annie began.

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Present Day - Mystic Falls

Damon sat at his regular spot at the end of the bar, the familiar burn of bourbon sliding down his throat as he turned to the one thing that had remained constant for over a century—the notebook in front of him and the burning liquor.  He flipped to a fresh page, twirling the pen between his fingers before pressing it to the paper.

Dear Annie, I often wonder if you knew that first night—if you saw that I was already yours. I wonder if you felt it too, that unbearable inevitability, as if the universe had bent itself to place us in the same moment.. I recall the way you looked at me, not as a monster but as if you had always known me. And perhaps you did. Perhaps we have always known each other, in ways deeper than memory can reach… Damon paused, staring at the words, the ink not yet dry. With a sigh, he shut the notebook with a quiet thud. What else was there to say? What else hadn’t he already said?

He had written to her every single day for 105 years. At first, the letters had been long, spilling over with emotion and regret—regret for not offering to walk her home that night, for letting her slip through his fingers before he even had the chance to hold on. But as the years passed, the words became a cycle, an echo of the same torment. Some nights, he hated himself for failing to find her. Other nights, all he could do was ache for a love that had been within reach before it was ripped away.

The memory of her kiss still burned on his cheek—a permanent reminder of how he had lost her before he ever truly had her. He lifted his glass, draining the last of his drink, letting the distant hum of the bar pull him back to reality. The world had moved on. But he hadn’t. He wasn’t sure he ever would.

“Another one.” He tapped the top of the bar, signaling the bartender. His lips pressed into a tight line as he gave the blonde man a small nod toward his empty glass. “Keep them coming tonight.” The bartender was all too familiar with the Salvatore, being a small town and a small bar, he gave Damon a knowing half smile and placed the bottle of bourbon in front of him.

[broknfeed]

&. @flappervcmp

The state of Illinois, his favorite state by far. A place where he found himself specifically in the town of Chicago; where the vibrant scene created its own colorful ambient. The night luminosity expanding as the dark hours continued. Live musicians playing out in the streets for a dime while the streets flooded with audiences who traveled to experience the unique Chicago life.

The vampire walks down the street, listening to the Jazz that breathed upon his ears, a devilish smile creeping upon his lips as his feet walked through the various entertainments. Stopping where a woman played the violin. Damon was a sucker for classical music; especially during his killing sprees. It gave an immaculate, spa-like treatment for him. The elegance of the music created for artistic expression through his kills. Creating a name for himself.

He inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he welcomes in the notes. Before exhaling, a familiar scent is caught. Opening his eyes; he looks around the seas of mortals to identify the individual. The scent faint yet strong. He begins to walk, scanning through the people around him. It only took little before finding Annie; the woman who resembled Katherine & who Damon had turned into a vampire.

He watches her from a distance, his head tilting to the side slightly, seeing her live and fit into the rest of the crowd. She wasn’t Katherine, he learned that a long time ago. But, something about her intrigued him. He walks slowly, closer. “Well, if it isn’t the one who got away.” He offers her a smirk, “gonna run?”

[throatsplit]

20: Which of your ships on this blog is the fluffiest? (*i must know*)

munday questions. always accepting!

the way that i sat on this for hours because... i don't really have that much fluff in ships because all of my kiddos are toxic in some way or the other (or just fucking nasty assholes who are incapable of fluff) and i'm a sucker for dark/dead dove ships. but...

i think the fluffiest we've got is louis and amelia (@malumxsubest) just because he's insanely soft for her and that's his wife. his most beloved. she can do anything and he's instant heart-eyes. they're equally powerful enough that even if they wanted to fuck with each other in some antagonistic way, it'd just be for funsies unless... she actually wanted to kill him. she's got the power for it, but he'd just come back later and probably adore her for that, too. talk about how sweet it is that he means enough to her (or pisses her off enough) to kill him with her own two hands. he remembers the time she put him on his ass during their first meeting very fondly now. he didn't in the moment, but now it just makes him love her even more. he is completely and utterly devoted to his feisty deity wife!! she is god to him in every way.

otherwise... micah and annie!! hands down. he's been insanely heart-eyes for her since the day they met, and he just adores her so much. it started as just that "oooh vampire curiosity" and then it grew from there and he got attached really quick. i don't think i've ever written anything more fluffy-feeling than micah/annie, and that's wild to me because micah is not a fluffy person. she said once that she doesn't want to change him and that hit hard because there's always something people want to change, but she accepts him exactly the way he is and it gets him every time he thinks about it. as a human, annie gives him that sense of danger he's always chasing and makes him feel safe with it, safe enough to feel it and talk about it openly in ways that he usually couldn't—or wouldn't. they're just so sweet on each other honestly, and with annie, he's actively putting real thought behind his actions with her and the things he says in a way he would never offer anyone else. he's not very good at words, especially in a romantic context, but he tries so hard for her. on any normal day with any normal person, he doesn't respect boundaries, he doesn't give a fuck about how they feel, doesn't care how his words might effect them, but with annie he really does. or at least he tries to—and that means everything for micah. he's never said it before because he's a scared little fuck and doesn't know how quite yet, but he loves her so much. so much that he'd actively try to change for her if that's what she wanted and that's never happened for him before!!

[malka-lisitsa]

"DO NOT ENTER" is written on the door way...

Why can't everyone just GO AWAY...??

Except you... you can stay <3

@flappervcmp

[burninq]

"you're setting me on fire, i don't wanna fight it. you don't need a lighter; you're a flame."

@flappervcmp liked for a lyric starter.

[floripire]

🧛‍♀️ / @flappervcmp

"fine, you can take me shopping and i will not complain, no matter what kind of clothes you throw my way. i will try them out, you can take pictures. and maybe i'll even buy some. but when we're done, i do want to go to kyo matcha for lunch. deal?"

[sclvcticn]

STEFAN SALVATORE / @/flappervcmp : x.

under normal circumstances, stefan would have never done such a thing. he would have tried to fight them off, maybe even compel them away from annie and himself, but for once, that thought hadn't crossed his mind. demonio. the word looped in his thoughts. he was a demon, wasn't he? he had become what he had spent centuries condemning. forest green hues refused to leave the lifeless figure at his feet. he had once created art — now, he created chaos, he brought on destruction, he handed death on a silver platter without much thought. with annie holding on to him, stefan loosely wraps his arm around her. ❛ ... that shouldn't have happened. ❜ he reasons, fully aware of his wrongdoing. it meant annie was safe, but he knows there were other ways. this wasn't him, he didn't do these things. or did he?

[aboutforbes]

semi plotted starter for @flappervcmp <3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷   ❝  I  wondered  when  you'd  be  back.  ❞  ,  she  was  somewhat  guilty  that  there  was  no  welcome  home  Annie  party  -  but  being  under  house  arrest  at  the  Salvatore's  while  they  ‘  helped  get  her  under  control  ’  ,  didn't  leave  her  in  a  celebratory  mood  and  if  she  was  being  honest  -  Caroline  had  lost  track  of  time.  ❝  I  take  it  you  already  know  about  -  me  ❞  

[crowsalvation]

Red String

@flappervcmp

The air inside of the speakeasy was thick with smoke, the scent of whiskey and forbidden indulgence clinging to every surface. The dim lighting cast long, flickering shadows over the crowded room, illuminating the reckless grins of those who had slipped past Prohibition’s grasp for a night of jazz and vice.

Damon hadn’t seen his brother in some time—not that he was keeping track. Their paths had diverged, as they always seemed to, but through whispers in the underground, he knew Stefan had been frequenting speakeasies like this one. Damon wasn’t entirely sure what he expected to find here tonight—perhaps some trail of his ever-guilt ridden brother, drowning himself in yet another self-imposed torment. Or maybe he was just bored and looking for a night of fun himself. After all, why should he care what Stefan was up to.

Leaning against the polished mahogany bar, the usual glass of bourbon in hand, Damon was scanning the crowd for Stefan just out of habit.  His expression was unreadable, a lazy smirk playing at his lips as he half-listened to the pianist playing a sultry melody from the keys. The world had changed in the past few decades, yet humans remained predictable—always chasing pleasure, always so unaware of the monsters lurking in the dark. Not one person that looked in his direction knew what he was, knew how quick and effortless it would be to feed on them in their intoxicated haze. 

‘Refill?’ The bartender behind him asked in Damon’s direction, who then looked over his shoulder back at the bartender as if he had to think on it for a moment.

“Yeah, what the hell.” He flashed his cocky little grin at the tender, a shrug popping his shoulders up as he turned around to face the bar and waited for the refill.

He didn’t realize it then, his back turned toward the door, that his fate was about to become forever intertwined with the girl who had just stepped inside. Fate was a cheeky thing—that thin red string, quietly weaving two souls together at the most unexpected moments, looping itself around their pinky fingers while they remained blissfully unaware.

It was the sound of someone’s laugh that made him turn, a casual flicker of curiosity pulling his attention to the crowd. And that’s when he saw her—just a glimpse before she was swallowed by the sea of bodies, vanishing as quickly as she had appeared. But that split-second sight of her sent a sharp jolt through him, something ancient and buried twisting deep in his chest. His face felt cold, like the blood had drained from it entirely. Was it a ghost? A trick of the dim, smoke-filled room? Had he already drunk too much? For a moment, it was as if time bent and snapped backward. Damon could almost hear the echo of a name whispered in the corridors of his past.

“Katherine.” His voice barely a whisper in disbelief. He stood there, frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. His drink hung forgotten in his hand, the noise of the speakeasy dulling to a distant hum as his sharp eyes tracked her through the crowd. She moved effortlessly, slipping between conversations, flashing an easy, knowing smile at whoever held her attention. The way she carried herself, the tilt of her chin, the glint of mischief in her eyes—it was maddening.

It was familiar.

It was her.

[wolfpawed]

📺 watch horror movies together

spooky season is his favorite time of the year. not only is it cooler outside and much more friendlier to wolves like himself, but it's also spooky and that, naturally, calls for horror movie marathons. he's grateful for his blossoming friendship with Annie- she's the perfect contender to have a movie night with, so thus he invited her to his house to watch said movies. they had a list of them picked out and the first one happens to be one of Remus's favorite movies of all time- Psycho.

"i know, i know it's not that scary, but it's ominous, and i think it's so fucking good. have you seen it ?? and did you know they made a television show based off of it ?? that's really good too. maybe we should watch that later too, if you want. i think you'd like it. if you like psychological horror, that is." after Psycho is Halloween, another classic. he grabs the bowl of popcorn as he sits down, nestling the bowl between them as he pulls the blanket up over his lap. "are you ready for a great night?" and then, just for dramatic fashion, he turns to her with a grin. "what's your favorite scary movie?" then, he presses play.

@flappervcmp

[mikaels0n-elijah-writing]

[ STUMBLE ]: sender loses their balance and trips backwards, falling into the receiver's lap in the process. with @flappervcmp

A soft laugh escaped his lips as Annie fell into his lap. He caught her, holding her firmly with his hands while he grinned mischievously at her.

"Not so fast, or you'll fall over," he released his fingers carefully, but his hands were still on her body, ready to take hold again if necessary.

"Or was this all tactically planned so that you could sit here?" he winked at her. Before that, he scanned her body to see if she had hurt herself.

[survivingpierce]

cont. from here || @flappervcmp

           "you should be thankful that you look like me", katherine retorted with a good visible note of arrogance. "you could look worse. you could be ugly. or are you telling me you haven't gained some things just because of your looks?" in her eyes it is indeed a pointless complaint to look like katherine. she could complain that she was a doppelgänger, which was an actual reason for complaint, but the visual resemblance to katherine? these were two different things.

          "you could have done both of us a favor and died. but apparently, you weren't even good enough for that." there were so many reasons why the other one should not be here. she could have died a natural death in her original timeline. she could have been used in a sacrifice although the fault in there lies probably in the fact that no one has expected a doppelgänger one hundred years too early. although katherine never understood why a doppelgänger should only appear every 500 years. she could have died in place of katherine which would have finally allowed her to be free if there had been enough witnesses. instead, this person was here; in mystic falls out of all places.

          "let me tell you something, cupcake. mystic falls is the last place you want to be if you do not want to be confused with me." or someone else named elena.

[piinkviscera]

cont. from here with @flappervcmp

"Well, in my experience--" and oh, the sly curl of those glossy pink lips speaks far more than mere words ever could. Alya takes to coiling an errant strand of golden hair round her finger while her gaze drifts off...A dreamy sort of look in those baby blue eyes.

"When you look the part, there are fewer people inclined to disagree with you! And you, darling, most definitely look the part! That skirt is adorable; and I really do need to know where you got your top."

[malka-lisitsa]

"You’re distracting me, you know."

"Or is your book distracting you from ME? See? It's a matter of perspective Annie."

[broknfeed]

cont from here. w/@flappervcmp

---- HIS blue eyes rest upon her features. The same features he used to stare at during his human years. Damon had obsessed over re-creating a better version of Katherine; the woman who did the trick of pushing him over the edge by professing her undying love to the younger Salvatore. Yet, That rotten black heart was worn before even Katherine came into their lives. Before Damon was even a teenager.

He just had to pick up on a project after seeing Annie be identical to her, disobeying Klaus' wishes. He walks closer to Annie, the distance between the two closing. "I created you for me, and only me." he admits, truth behind his words. He was a pathological liar amongst his other psychopathic ways. But, he did find honesty into those words. "I wouldn't let any soul or soulless being touch you." He brushes a finger on her soft cheek, "Katherine is dead to me. You -- are my greatest creation,Annie. I take pride in you."

[fangeance]

Atticus gives her an unamused look, yet allows her to pull him off the road and onto the sidewalk where he, helplessly, plops onto the ground callously. he resembles an opossum; just laying there, faking his death as he looks up at the night sky and imagines what actual death would feel like and okay, yeah that’s pretty dark. he should change the subject. he blinks, turning his head to look at her. “did you just call me a good boy?” well, that’s weird. he doesn’t think anyone’s called him that in a while- certainly not with his clothes still on. he looks down then, just to make sure his clothes are still on, before grasping the gravity of what she’s said and his eyes narrow, looking back up as he tucks his arms behind his head. he has no intention of getting up, clearly.

“i wasn’t trying to get food,” he states easily. “i was hoping that with enough willpower, someone would just kill me. obviously that didn’t happen. you ruined it.” if hit hard enough, he’s sure his head would pop off and then !! the sweet release of death would be upon him. he hates being moody sometimes. his lips twist into a frown as he looks away, huffing in irritability.

“i can just get a new shirt.” he says, slowly sitting up and fixing said shirt. “what are you doing out here anyways ?? surely you weren’t just enjoying a stroll down the middle of the road.”

@flappervcmp | continued from here