#stefan

[petiterazu]

Brother Band Chronicles - The herons

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You know, I thought it’d be nice to reread an old childhood book I love so.

…. BUT I HAD TO BE EXTRA- and draw them all. While I am so proud I drew them all my hand cramps in pain q-q

It’s been awhile since I’ve done fanart so . _.

[doe-eyeddreamgirl]

YOU BELONG TO ME

Pairings: Humanity-less stefan x reader

“Ugh, would you just leave me alone already?”

It’s bold of you to talk to him like that. Stupid too, especially in the state he’s in.

Your boyfriend was someone you would describe as a saint. Kind, cute, caring. But without his humanity, he was the opposite. He was hostile to everyone, getting on your nerves, especially when he shoved Matt to the floor when he tried to give you your homework back. He caused a scene in the hallway, practically threatening to rip out Matt’s throat if he so much as looked at you again.

Ripper Stefan was violent and territorial. You didn’t know what that meant for you.

Stefan’s hand found your shoulder, pulling you to turn and look at him. He lowered his head, making fiery eye contact to get his point across.

“Let’s get one thing straight, you belong to me.”

Stefan’s words send a chill down your spine, your soft, cuddle boyfriend, who used to sing along to You Belong With Me, is nowhere to be found and you’re left with this possessive shell of him.

Right now, he didn’t love you, he just knew that he wanted you and he was damn sure he was gonna have you.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” you sneer. “I don’t belong to you, Stefan, so do me a favor and fuck off.”

You felt brave turning away from him, as if your words would sink into him, maybe make him feel something and switch a flip inside of him. Your words did flip a switch in him, just not the one you were hoping for.

Stefan’s large hand grasps as your arm. With an easy, singular tug, he pulls you back under him, forcing your back into the lockers behind you. They slam against your back, the sound overpowering your scared gasp.

“No, no. Don’t talk to me like that.” Stefan tsks, caging you between his arms. “You’re not in control here.”

Left defenseless, your eyes shoot around the halls, looking for someone, anyone, but the hall is empty.

Harshly, Stefan grips your chin. “Don’t do that,” he demands, tauntingly. “It’s just me and you, baby.”

The pet name falls off his lip in mockery. It makes you feel pathetic and despite what you tell yourself, you’re afraid. Stefan grins. “I can hear your heart racing.”

“Maybe because I’m fucking terrified,” you snap, voice low, trying to calm yourself. Stefan reaches out for a lock of your hair, twisting it around his finger before he lets it fall back into place.

“Good,” he whispers, an inch from your face. His eyes flicker over your lips for a split second his eyes meet yours and his lips twitch into a smirk as he fits his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales softly, and your foot bounces against the floor anxiously.

Stefan kisses at your neck with fake innocence, moving up to your jaw before focusing on your pulse point. His teeth scrap against your skin gently. Against your will, your eyes gloss over. You whimper. “Please don’t.”

“Do what, sugar?” he asks, “Bite you?” He jumps toward with his last remark, relishing in how you flinch.

You nod, fearfully, looking down at the floor rather than your scary boyfriend.

Stefan’s head cocks to the side ever so lightly, his eyes searching for your own. When they meet, you can see the familiar lustful haze in your boyfriend’s green eyes, but they’re darker than usual. For reasons unbeknownst to you, you refused to look away. Glaring at him through your eyebrows, Stefan cherishes your attention, licking his lips with excitement.

“Mr. Salvatore,” a voice calls from behind Stefan’s mean silhouette. “I think it’s time you get to class.”

You sigh with relief, your head falling back against the locker. “Ric.”

Stefan hardly looks away from you, barely sparing Alaric a glance as he eagerly tries to engage your intense eye contact. “In a minute.”

“No, now.”

“We’ll finish this later,” Stefan whispers in your ear, nipping at it as a threat disguised with playfulness as he pulls away.

If looks could kill, Alaric would be dead the second Stefan turned away from you, bumping his shoulder as he headed to class.

“Thank you,” you gush, hiding your face in your hands, desperate not to cry.

Alaric looks at you with sympathy. “Get to class,” he says. “We’ll deal with him after.”

in my tvd phase 🫀🫀

unedited

[cece693]

Bet (Klaus Mikaelson x M! Reader)

Summary: Thanks to your brothers, all you knew about the Mikaelson family was that they were dangerous and threatened your livelihood. However, when you're saved by the hybrid himself, he poses a bet to change your mind or be given insight into the cure.

link to part two

You paced the old parlor of the Salvatore boarding house, frustration bubbling inside you like an unwelcome storm. Damon had been shouting in your ear again, his usual rant about the Mikaelsons’ supposed evil nature still echoing off the walls. He was adamant: the Originals were nothing but a death sentence waiting to happen, and you needed to steer clear of them.

Stefan, meanwhile, had taken his usual route, trying to appeal to your emotional side. He claimed your search for the cure was pointless, a dangerous fantasy you needed to abandon. His eyes had softened, his voice dropping to that earnest tone he reserved for when he was about to say something ‘profound.’

“It’s over,” he’d said. “What we did centuries ago, what happened to you…it was for the best. We’re a family now.”

You'd barely managed to stifle your scoff. A family, he said. Easy for him to preach about family when he and Damon had been content to let Katherine turn them. You, on the other hand, had been set to marry Emily, a kind-hearted girl from town. All that was ripped away when your brothers decided to drag you into their mess, condemning you to an eternity you never asked for. You had lost everything. You hadn't chosen this life; it had been forced upon you.

“Look, little brother,” Damon had warned earlier that night, his eyes darkening as they flickered to yours, a flash of genuine concern slipping past his usual bravado. “Stay away from Klaus. He’s not the kind of enemy you can afford to make.”

“Damon, I’m not stupid,” you’d retorted, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “I just want the cure. If Klaus has any knowledge of it, I’m not going to let your paranoid warnings stop me.”

And that was why you found yourself in the woods outside Mystic Falls, pursuing the rumor that Klaus was near. Your heart pounded, a mix of anger and hope driving you forward. That hope turned into a nightmare when one of Katherine's minions appeared out of nowhere, tackling you to the ground. The stake in his hand glinted in the sunlight, aiming straight for your heart.

You struggled, trying to push him off, but he was relentless. Just as you braced for the end, there was a blur of motion, and your assailant was suddenly torn away. You gasped, scrambling to your feet as you saw Klaus standing over the broken body of your attacker. His eyes were cold, yet his posture was relaxed, almost as if saving you had been a minor inconvenience.

"You—" your voice came out rough, disbelief dripping from every word, "you saved me?"

Klaus tilted his head, eyes dancing with amusement. "Don't sound so surprised, love. Surely you didn't think I'd let Katherine have all the fun."

Your pulse hammered in your chest, more out of confusion than fear. Klaus, of all people? The monster your brothers had warned you about? The hybrid who supposedly wanted nothing more than to tear the Salvatores apart? You glared at him, trying to ignore the nagging questions in your mind.

"Why?" you demanded, pushing yourself to stand straight despite the throbbing pain in your side. "Why would you help me?"

Klaus stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity. "Because," he said softly, his voice dangerous and smooth, "I have plans for you."

You tensed, instincts flaring again, but something in his gaze held you captive. There was a softness, a flicker of something deeper beneath the cold exterior. "Plans?" you repeated, the word bitter on your tongue. "Like what, adding me to your collection of enemies? Using me against my brothers?"

He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver up your spine. "So much suspicion. Your brothers really have done a number on you, haven’t they?" He took another step closer, his presence commanding and overwhelming. "But I assure you, my intentions are far more…personal."

Your stomach twisted in knots, both from his words and the weight of your brothers' warnings ringing in your ears. Klaus Mikaelson is a monster. He’s dangerous. Don’t ever trust him.

But here he was. Standing before you, having just saved your life.

"You expect me to believe that?" you asked, your voice harsher than you intended. "That you’re just here to help out of the goodness of your heart?"

Klaus smiled, his lips curling with dark amusement. "No, I expect you to listen. I know what you’ve been searching for—the cure." You froze. He knew. Of course, he knew. Klaus always seemed to know everything. But this was different—this was something you had kept close, something personal, driven by a desperation to reclaim your humanity.

Your mouth went dry. "What do you know about it?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"I know more than you think," Klaus replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming. "But that’s not something I’ll simply give away."

Of course, there was always a catch. You crossed your arms, defensive. "What do you want from me?"

"Simple," Klaus said, taking a final step until he was just inches from you, his voice low and measured. "Spend time with me. Get to know me and my family. Let me show you that we’re not the monsters your brothers make us out to be. If, after that, you still believe we’re nothing but dangerous beasts, I’ll tell you everything I know about the cure."

You scoffed. "So, what—this is some kind of bet?"

Klaus's smile turned predatory. "Call it a wager, if you prefer. If I can’t change your mind, you get what you want. But if I do…" His gaze flickered over you, something unreadable in his eyes. "Then you’ll owe me."

"That’s it? You’re not going to force me into anything?" You raised an eyebrow, your suspicion still very much alive.

Klaus chuckled darkly. "I don’t need to force anyone into anything, love. I think, deep down, you're already curious."

His confidence rattled you. But beneath the fear and doubt, there was a flicker of something else. A sense of intrigue. Curiosity. After all, hadn't you already begun questioning your brothers' stories? You hadn’t expected Klaus to be anything other than a brutal monster—and yet, here he was, offering you a chance.

After a moment, you sighed. "Fine, I’ll take your bet. But don’t expect this to be easy."

"I wouldn’t have it any other way."

What began as a begrudging agreement quickly spiraled into something far more complex. Klaus introduced you to his family, and to your surprise, they were far more than heartless killing machines.

Elijah’s calm, noble demeanor immediately stood out. He was nothing like the vicious killer you’d imagined. And Rebekah—though quick-tempered and prone to impulsiveness—had a genuine vulnerability that reminded you of Stefan in a strange way. They weren’t monsters; they were people. Complicated, dangerous people, yes, but not the soulless creatures Damon had described.

Klaus...Klaus was the most perplexing of all.

He was still terrifying, no doubt about it—his temper as quick as ever, a constant reminder of the danger lurking beneath his every move. Klaus’s control over any situation was absolute, as though the world bent to his will, daring not to defy him. And yet, there was something about him that gnawed at the edges of the image your brothers had painted.

It started subtly, at first. His gaze would linger on you a fraction too long, his eyes softening for a moment before the familiar steely mask snapped back into place. In those rare, unguarded moments, you felt something shift—a crack in his unyielding façade, a glimpse of the man he might have been before centuries of betrayal hardened him into the creature he had become.

And then there were the nights when you found yourself alone with him, often under the most unexpected circumstances. Once, after a particularly brutal fight with Damon, you returned to the mansion bruised and exhausted. You had expected Klaus to gloat or mock your weakness, but instead, he was there, his presence both commanding and unexpectedly gentle.

You stumbled into the grand foyer, wincing with every step as pain radiated through your battered body. Klaus emerged from the shadows, his eyes sharp with concern. Without a word, he guided you to a nearby settee, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you settle.

"You should be more careful," Klaus murmured, his voice low and almost tender. He knelt beside you, his fingers brushing lightly over the bruise on your bottom lip. His touch was meticulous, almost reverent, and the contrast between his harsh exterior and this tender care was jarring.

You met his gaze, searching for the ruthless hybrid you’d come to know. Instead, you saw a flicker of something softer, an emotion you couldn’t quite place. “I don’t understand you,” you said, wincing as your words caused the sore area of your lip to tighten. “Why keep me around if this is all a bet? Why show yourself like this if I’m to be a pawn in your game? Don’t deny it, I heard my brothers speaking about how you plan to use Elena to get rid of your curse.”

Klaus’s expression hardened for a moment, the mask of his usual confidence slipping just enough to reveal the hurt beneath. He took a deep breath, his gaze intense as he met your eyes. “You think of me as nothing more than a manipulator, but there’s more to this than you realize.” Standing up, you watched as Klaus turned his back to you, in an attempt to hide his weaknesses.

“I didn’t plan for this to be a game,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a trace of regret. “My initial interest in you was strategic, but it evolved into something far more complicated. Yes, I need Elena to break the curse, but that doesn’t mean my feelings for you are any less real.”

“I don’t know what to believe,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “Your actions are so contradictory. One moment, you’re this ruthless hybrid, and the next, you’re kind. I can’t make sense of it.”

“I understand your confusion. It’s easier for people to see me as a monster because it suits their narrative. But the truth is rarely that clear." You wanted to look at Klaus, so with much bravery, you stood up from the settee and walked toward him. His back tensed, yet you stood in front of him, his blue eyes darkened with a mixture of frustration and sadness.

"They call me a monster, a villain. And maybe I am those things. But I’m more than that. I’m someone who cares about the people I choose to let in." His hand hesitantly went to your cheek, and you couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"And you’ve…chosen me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

A ghost of a smile touched Klaus’s lips. "Against my better judgment, yes. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and I’ve lived a long time."

The intensity in his eyes made your heart pound. You wanted to hate him, wanted to cling to the stories your brothers had fed you, but something had shifted. He wasn’t just some ancient monster; he was a man with desires, hopes, and wounds he kept hidden beneath layers of cold indifference.

"Then tell me," you challenged "Tell me the truth. Is there really a cure, or was this just some elaborate game to win me over?"

Klaus’s gaze darkened with an intensity that spoke of deep emotions. He took a moment, the silence stretching between you as if he was weighing his words carefully. “There is a cure,” he confessed, his voice grave and earnest. “And if you still want it, I’ll help you find it.”

You searched his eyes, looking for any hint of deception, but all you saw was an unfiltered sincerity that was both unsettling and reassuring. “And if I take it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “What then?”

Klaus’s expression grew somber, the lines on his face deepening with the weight of his emotions. “If you take it, you’ll be walking away from your brothers, this life…from me.”

The pain in his voice was palpable, but he didn’t try to mask it or push you towards any decision. There was no manipulation, no hidden agenda. It was a raw, honest confession from someone who had been playing a complex game but now laid his cards on the table.

You were taken aback by the contrast. If this had been Damon or Stefan, they would have tried to convince you to stay, to forget about the cure and remain by their side. They would have manipulated your feelings, used every trick they had to make you change your mind. But Klaus—Klaus was offering you the choice without trying to sway you. He was hurt, yes, but his respect for your autonomy was genuine.

“I… didn’t expect you to be so honest,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “You’re willing to let me go, even if it means losing me?”

Klaus nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “I am. Because I understand what it means to desire something with every part of your being and to be willing to make sacrifices to achieve it. If the cure is what you truly want, then I will help you find it, even if it means saying goodbye.”

[charmwitch]

Stefan and Soren Fire Emblem

[malilandon]

STEFAN & CAROLINE 4.19, “Pictures of You"

[serennes-art]

my piece for @ikesorenzine volume 1! ike and soren visiting some friends in the grann desert

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

May Daye/Jasmine “Jazz” Patel- October Daye Series by Seanan McGuire

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji- Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Vanyel Ashkevron/Stefan- The Last Herald Mage by Mercedes Lackey 

Yadriel Vélez Flores/Julian Diaz- Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

[gatopidao]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ⠀ 𓊆 ✮ 𓊇 

[chloesreality]

me watching an edit of Stefan and Elena was saying “this isn’t you” and then Stef said “STOP SAYING THAT”

then I went to the comments 😭

this cracked me up so hard

it’s giving “Were you silent or were you silenced”

actually bfrr though, have we actually watched the same show? literally stop it’s too funny now 🤭

[beautiful-contrast]

Flavia Lucini by Stefan Imielski

[karanliktangelenkiz]

Her cümleden gereksiz anlamlar çıkaran insanlara şöyle sesleniyor Stefan Zweig;

"Ben söylediklerimden sorumluyum, anladıklarınızdan değil."

[cece693]

Space for Two (Salvatore Brothers x M! Vamp Reader)

Summary: You met the Salvatore Brothers when they were only human, inexplicably falling for both of them.

tags: human Salvatore brothers, manipulative reader, reader who still has feelings, Katherine is present, abandonment, no happy ending

Traveling with Katherine to the Salvatore estate was meant to be nothing special. She was your sire, and the thought of abandoning her, while perhaps sensible, would be agonizing. She meant everything to you—not romantically, but in a way that transcended mere affection. When you were human, she had been the one to see your suffering, dragging you from the unforgiving streets and granting you a second chance at life. That bond, forged in your darkest hour, made it impossible to imagine a world where you weren’t by her side.

As your carriage approached the grand entrance of the Salvatore estate, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the grounds. The estate itself, a stately manor of Southern charm, stood proudly against the backdrop of the Virginia woods. The air was thick with the scent of blooming magnolias, mingling with the musty undertone of old wood and history.

Katherine, ever poised, stepped out of the carriage first, her dress whispering against the gravel pathway, blatantly ignoring the hand outstretched in front of her. You followed suit, looking at the driver indifferently before falling in step with your sire. You felt eyes on you; the culprits being two men who had stopped mid-play to watch you and Katherine. It was easy to guess who they were—the Salvatore brothers. Perhaps this stay will provide more entertainment than initially thought.

Time passed swiftly at the Salvatore estate, the days blending into nights as you and Katherine settled into your roles as guests. The brothers were the perfect hosts, eager to please and always vying for your attention. It wasn’t long before you found yourself drawn to both of them, each offering something different, something irresistible.

Stefan, with his gentle nature and sincere affection, made you feel almost human again. You spent long afternoons with him, strolling through the lush gardens, discussing literature, or simply enjoying the peaceful silence of the Virginia countryside. He was a breath of fresh air, and you found yourself wanting to be near him more and more.

But then there was Damon—wild, unpredictable, and intoxicating. He was everything Stefan was not, and it thrilled you to no end. Damon’s charm was dangerous, his flirtations bold and unapologetic. He made you laugh, challenged you, and kept you on your toes.

Yet, you were not innocent. You were manipulative, and you knew how to play the game. You were Katherine's creation after all.

You allowed yourself to indulge in both brothers, carefully crafting a web of lies and half-truths that kept them both on the hook. With Stefan, you let slip that Damon had made advances. Stefan’s jealousy was immediate, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of calm. But you could see it—the way his eyes darkened when Damon’s name was mentioned, the way his grip on your hand tightened when you spoke his name.

With Damon, you spun a different tale. You hinted that Stefan had confessed feelings for you, that he was trying to steal you away. Damon’s response was more visceral, more passionate. He began to seek you out more frequently, his touches lingering, his words dripping with possessiveness. The rivalry between the brothers, already simmering beneath the surface, began to bubble over, fueled by the seeds of jealousy you had planted.

Katherine watched with a knowing smile, her amusement clear as she observed the chaos you had sown. It was intoxicating, watching them both unravel, knowing that you were at the center of their conflict. But as the days turned into weeks, something unexpected happened—you began to fall for them, truly and deeply. It wasn’t part of the plan, but the emotions that had started as a game had become all too real.

Then, one evening, everything came crashing down.

Whispers began to spread through the town—rumors of strange happenings, of creatures that walked the night. The people were growing suspicious, and it wasn’t long before they discovered the truth.

“Katherine, we have to leave.” you urged one night, watching the flickering lights of torches in the distance. The townspeople were coming, their fear driving them to violence.

“I know. We must be quick. But what about the—”

“They’ll be fine.” you cut her off, though your heart ached at the thought of leaving Stefan and Damon behind. “They'll forget all about us soon."

Katherine didn't seem convinced but followed you into the night. The sounds of the town’s anger faded behind you, but the tension in your chest only grew heavier. You knew Stefan and Damon would wake to find you gone, and you could only imagine their despair.

"Wait!" a familiar voice yelled, slicing through the stillness of the night. You stopped in your tracks, heart pounding as you turned to see Stefan and Damon standing at the edge of the woods, breathless and wild-eyed.

Katherine stiffened beside you, her eyes narrowing as she assessed the situation. You could feel the tension radiating from her—she was seconds away from silencing them for good. Without hesitation, you placed a hand on her arm, a firm, silent command.

"Go." you whispered, your tone colder than before. "I have loose ends to cut off."

Katherine hesitated, her gaze searching your face for any sign of weakness or second thoughts. When she found none, she nodded curtly and vanished into the night, leaving you alone with the brothers.

They approached slowly, their faces a mix of confusion, fear, and something else—something that only made this harder. "Where are you going?" Stefan asked, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. Damon looked down at the bag in your hands, opting to stay silent, his eyes burning with unspoken questions.

"I don’t have to tell you anything!" You allowed the anger to flare in your voice, masking the turmoil beneath with a cold, indifferent façade.

"Bullshit!" Damon roared, his blue eyes blazing with fury. "We deserve at least that much after you played with both of us."

You took a step closer, your presence looming as the air around you thickened with tension. "You want the truth?" you asked, your voice low and dangerous, every word laced with menace. "Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."

With a slow, deliberate motion, you let the mask of humanity you had worn for months slip away. The warmth in your eyes vanished, replaced by an eerie darkness as veins crawled beneath your skin like twisted vines. Your fangs extended, sharp and gleaming in the pale moonlight, a reminder of the predator lurking beneath the surface.

"This is what I am."

Stefan gasped, instinctively taking a step back, his face paling in horror. Damon’s expression twisted, trying to reconcile the person he thought he knew with the creature before him. "What…what are you?"

"A monster. A demon. A nightwalker. A vampire. Take your pick."

"Why didn’t you tell us?"

A harsh, bitter laugh bubbled up from within you, the sound echoing cruelly in the stillness of the night. "Really, Stefan? Why? How would you have liked me to reveal this to you? Over a stroll in the garden? A dinner with your father?" You shook your head, the absurdity of it all gnawing at you. "Be glad I even told you this. Katherine would’ve left with no explanations."

Damon’s anger flared again, but this time there was a hint of sorrow in his eyes, a vulnerability that he rarely let show. "Was any of it real?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft, the question cutting deeper than any accusation.

The question, so unlike Damon, made you feel a pang of remorse. For a moment, the facade threatened to crack. But you knew you had to do this, to sever the ties that had bound you to them. You couldn’t afford to let them in any deeper.

You met his gaze, your resolve hardening like ice. "What we had was a lie built on a lie." you said, the words sharp and final. "You fell for a fantasy, Damon. Nothing more."

"So that’s it, then? You’re just going to leave?" Stefan sought.

"You should be thanking me for that." You replied icily. "For sparing you from what I am. You’ll live your lives, grow old, have families—things you wouldn’t be able to do if you stayed with me."

Damon clenched his fists, his voice trembling as he struggled to maintain his composure. "We could’ve had forever."

"Forever isn’t what you think it is. And it’s not something I’ll let you throw away."

The brothers stood there, stunned and broken, as you turned your back on them, the last vestiges of your humanity slipping away as you stepped into the shadows. This was how it had to be, you told yourself, even as the ache in your chest made you doubt everything.

"Goodbye." you whispered into the night, knowing they wouldn’t follow, knowing that this was the last time you would see them as the men they were—human, flawed, and painfully mortal.

[charmwitch]

Emblem Ike (FEH)

Also some doodles:

[alive-forever]

how the death becomes her characters would use reddit (inspired by a post I saw)

madeline like the narcissist she is constantly looks up posts about herself and makes her own posts about madeline ashton’s life and career (trying to pass off as a fan). she also follows all the celebrity, fashion, and makeup-related subreddits. her main account is SUPPOSED to be an anonymous burner but if one looks very closely at the comments and posts it’s made it can be easily deduced that this is her account. she did make one ✨official ✨ account to do an AMA though and definitely overshared in some of the answers she gave to the questions in the comments.

helen frequents a lot of mental health/vent subreddits…she posts on them a fair amount about how miserable and hopeless her life is, looking for support from anonymous strangers. oh, and she also frequents the writing subreddit for tips and motivation to help her get through her latest novel. occasionally, after her novels are published, she does look up the titles to see what discussions people are having about her books. but only occasionally. her self-esteem is still a little fragile, though, and her therapist advised her to be extremely careful about using social media too much.

ernest does not bother with reddit at all except to ask super specific questions related to his relationship problems and being a plastic surgeon. his posts are always removed by subreddit moderators but they get a decent amount of karma and comments before they are.

viola thinks reddit and any other social media is beneath her so chagall is the one running all the ads for viva eternity, including on reddit. the marketing campaign has been extremely successful, with various celebrities and influencers contacting viola for a chance to have her potion after getting personalized social media ads tailored specifically to them. there are even rumors circulating about this potion and who took it on all the beauty/makeup subreddits, but they have never been confirmed as viola has an extremely strict NDA for those who have taken it. the only way to find out that someone has taken the potion is if someone is wearing the pin given by viola, which the general public does not know about.

stefan definitely frequents the madeline ashton snark subreddit and posts all the juicy drama about her for anyone who wants to hear after his NDA expires. it pisses madeline off a lot that this subreddit exists — she tries to get it shut down but to no avail.

[malilandon]

STEFAN SALVATORE 3.05, “The Reckoning"

[serennes-art]

the branded

redraw of this 2018 set of pieces, with old versions under the cut:

as well as older versions of micaiah and zelgius, from 2020:

gotta say im pretty happy with how the redraw came out! thanks for watching