"Is my love not enough?"

{ out of cockiness }

We will reply to our things tomorrow or on the weekend. At the moment, though, Steffi and I are watching Teen Wolf and we're dying from all the perfection. I mean, she's watched it before, but it's the first time for me and oh God, couldn't somebody have prepared me for the feels? And Ian Bohen aka the Sassmaster. I mean, seriously. Can you and your stupid face please not?

So tempted to make a Peter Hale account. Ugh.

— H.

Damon heard the voice — her voice — from outside the solid wooden door and threw back his head, rolling his eyes. "Sorry, I checked and today isn't Damon-Cares-Day, please check back some other time", he replied sarcastically, "Or maybe have a good cry on Stefan's shoulder about it. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to listen to your trivial problems."

Despite the fact that he wasn't quite sure which doppelgänger was currently standing in front of his door, they were all equally unwelcome to him and so it actually didn't matter. His answer would stay the same for all of them.

+

But I can hear you! I walked all the way over here and I’m wearing my good heels.

elsahunts:

Elsa slumped onto the ground next to her car, after giving it one very effortless kick and hitting the windows a couple of times. “How could it have broken down here? In the middle of nowhere?" She wasn't that far away from Mystic Falls, but Elsa also didn't really know the way back that well — and she was cautious about walking in the woods on her own. “Hello? Is anyone there?"

While his brother had taken an early leave in the evening to chase a little rabbit, Damon had only set out long after nightfall to go hunting. Hunting for a petite little thing in her early twenties. For no apparent reason, he hoped for someone with bright blue eyes that glimmered oh so naïvely and were full of hope. The vampire wanted to watch every last bit of life leave their body in conjunction with her sweet blood and go into his. It would be luscious and diverting at the same time. Especially when they began to beg, what most of them did — it was the perfect pastime.

On his way through the woods, hoping to find prey, Damon heard a car make a squealing noise that rang in his ears loudly and obnoxiously shrill. Muttering a curse under his breath, he used his vampire speed to approach the scene. Staying hidden in the shadows of a largely grown forest tree, he watched as a woman tore open the car door and left the vehicle, just to kick its body shell. 

She turned her face into his direction, almost as though she could sense his presence and her voice echoed through the night and the depths of the forest. So let the game begin, Damon thought to himself. Elegantly and without swirling up even a grain of dust, he dropped from the branch which he had sat on previously and stood right behind the blonde mere milliseconds later.

"Need some help with that?", he asked, his voice husky and his dark figure towering over her menacingly.

+antagonisticsalvatore

Friendly reminder that Alaric died in your arms. (✿◡‿◡)

"Friendly reminder that I will rip out your throat if you say one more word."

An annoyed snort escaped Damon's throat at Tatia's remark about her doppelgängers. They were all the same. Unnerving and full of themselves and the impact they thought they had on others. Unlike his brother Stefan, however, the eldest Salvatore had learned from his mistakes and not once messed around with Elena Gilbert. Not that he would have minded a bite while she was still human. As a freshly turned vampire, though, she had proven herself to be just as vexatious as Katherine.

"Oh, you wanna toy around, Tatia? That's arrangeable. Just let me get a stake real quick and then we can get this party started!", he said nonchalantly and with a smug grin on his lips. 

He watched the original Petrova intently and tilted his head to one side as she took a book off the shelf and flipped through its pages. In the meantime, he had taken a few steps backwards and had leaned against the small table in front of the couch; his arms crossed over his chest. "If you're looking for badly written romance novels, I'm sure you can borrow some from Stefan."

The raven-haired vampire merely raised his brows at the brunette's next question, taking notice of that annoying pout sneaking back onto her features. In response, Damon scrunched his nose for the hint of a second. "I wouldn't call it sudden — I wanted you to leave even before you arrived."

Tatia rolled her eyes in returning, enjoying the way his icy eyes looked her over. She moved past him and into the living room, her fingers brushing over the furniture. “Ah, but I have not gotten to toy around with you the way my doppelgangers have."

She smirked and moved towards a lone bookshelf, fingers plucking out a book bound in leather, she flicked it open and raised an eyebrow, reading a broody entry by the one and only Stefan Salvatore.

“I do not enjoy Klaus’ sadistic was of entertaining himself." She pushed the book back into it’s anointed slot and moved towards the fireplace. “Why the sudden rush for me to leave? Going to drink without me?" She tilted her head with a small pout.

albericus:

Aubrey had meant to make this quick. In and out of the Grill quick. But she kind of expected that to not be the case. Phone in hand, in case of a weird emergency, she pushed open the door and hugged her purse a little closer. She was craving some alcohol and what better a place to get it? But of course, she couldn't do that without running into someone at the counter. That’s what she got for not paying attention to her surroundings. She pulled away, profuse apologies escaping her as she slid into the stool next to the dark haired stranger. Out of habit, she pushed the home button of her cellular device to check the time, but also to attempt to get what just happened out of her head. 

Damon sat at the bar silently, his eyes focused on the golden liquor in his glass, that he drowned in one shot after a moment, before motioning for the bartender to refill. It had been a particularly uneventful day in terms of entertainment. He had seen neither his brother, nor little Miss Sunshine or her bothersome friends. Perhaps they were avoiding him — not that Damon would mind if they actually did. Only today, funnily enough, a frighteningly large part of himself that he had hoped to have buried deep inside, craved a bit of company. Nothing with an intelligence quotient over fifty, preferably blonde — but he wasn't going to start being picky now — a mere toy, a cute little thing that embellished his day.

It was one of these days when he was reminded — painfully so — that there had been a time he hadn't spent here alone or in company of the previously described type of women. Instead, he had sat here with Alaric. His drinking buddy and annoying voice of conscience. Not that the latter had ever stopped Damon from sucking a human or two dry. Some might have just gotten away lucky and unharmed. For the most part.

This should, however, not apply to the particular person that had just bumped into him and then had the audacity to sit down on his late mate's chair. Damon only gave the young girl a withering look and decided that he would so have her for dinner just for the heck of it. Still facing the cupboard behind the counter he sullenly said, "That seat's taken," before he lifted the glass of Bourbon to his lips and took another sip from it.

+antagonisticsalvatore

{ out of cockiness }

"I have a special gift of sensing when a girl is pregnant."

Are they for real right now? I mean, I knew about the whole pregnancy thing but this sentence just made it a hundred times more ridiculous — if that's even possible.

♕ text — open

Ana: Typically I'd agree, but I've been here three days and I've only seen the inside of the Mystic Grill and a martini glass.

Damon: You managed to catch the only three days I haven't been there, otherwise I would've gladly posed as your drinking buddy and perhaps offered you another pastime.

♕ text — open

Ana: No. Alcoholics Anonymous.

Ana: I think I have a problem.

Damon: Alcohol isn't the problem, it's the solution.

♕ text — open

Ana: I've decided I need AA.

Damon: AA? Sorry, I'm not fluent in morse code.

Damon found himself tempted to laugh at the young thing in front of him, but he knew well to hide it. Her defiant body posture spoke for itself and although he wouldn't have minded provoking her further, he decided to remain silent and waited for her to finish. "Your mother's dead, I haven't had a drink all day — we all have our crosses to bear", he replied mockingly, enjoying a joke she would likely fail to understand.

He then took a step toward her, his masculine appearance towering over her, as his eyes glimmered with mild amusement. "Threatening you? Oh, no, no. A threat would've been far more detailed", he declared sardonically, folding his arms behind his back. Continuing, his trademark smirk began to tug at the corners of his lips, "I wouldn't exactly call it following. More like coincidentally taking exactly the same path down a dark alleyway in the middle of the night. It happens." 

+2 {Damons}

Davina swept her hands up from her hips to fold them across her seemingly fragile chest. “I don’t have a mother, so does that answer your question?" She scoffed, tapping her foot against the concrete path indicating that her patients was wearing thin. The brunette quirked a single eyebrow at his comment. “Right, so would that be classified under a warning or a threat?" There was nothing she hated more than being belittled. She could handle herself, or so she liked to believe. “Now, why are you following me?" Her tone slightly more forceful this time as her fingers tapped against her upper arm. No doubt if the stranger attempted to hurt her The Sheriff would notice her missing from her couch in the morning.

✍

Send me ✍ and I’ll hand-write your URL.

Considering there are two muns, you get your URL written by the both of us. Don’t you feel special now? ;)

— S.

— H.

Damon's lips twitched in amusement for a split second. If only she knew just how fitting her use the word old had been, she would surely be taken aback. Poor little wolf girl; so clueless, so ...tense. His blue eyes traveled over her figure, scrutinizingly observing her every moment. "Where would the fun in that be?", he asked, raising a brow. If she thought to get rid of him so quickly, she must've been even more naive than he assumed. The eldest Salvatore would be damned if he'd let his newest source of entertainment free herself of him just yet.

"If I were you -- which, luckily, I am not -- I'd be careful with my words", he warned in a casual tone, enjoying the advantage of possessing more knowledge than she did. He had uttered the mild threat for the mere fun of it, not because he was looking for a fight in particular. He wouldn't back down if she meant to harm him, however. She looked rather young, too. Perhaps his age was the next advantage he'd have on her.

+antagonisticsalvatore

His words were annoying, cocky and anything in between that could be considered bad. Her eye roll was nothing compared to what she really wanted to do; and no, she didn’t want to kill him, but maybe put out her claws and scratch him chest once, twice, even thrice if she felt like it. But she was at disadvantage. He knew what she was and she had no clue what kind of creature was standing before her.

Her eyes narrowed as soon as she saw the sick grin on his face, her mind telling her body to become wary of any sudden movements the male could make towards her. Not that her impulsiveness wouldn’t make her fight back and actually enjoy it. She had faced some Alphas; how bad could this guy really be compared to them? For all she knew, he could be lying. She could just be exhausted to the point of wearing down her werewolf enhanced abilities. But one thing Cora knew for sure — as soon as her patience starts running down, the male before her would either watch her walk away, or watch her fury ass kick his.

A scoff left her thin lips. “Right, Santa — be a nice old guy and leave me alone." Cora said in a rude manner, not wanting to put up with his presence any longer, unless he gave away what he was. Letting out an annoyed chuckle, Cora shook her head. “If you’re that bothered by my scent, you have two legs. Use them to walk away and pretend this never happened." The brunette said turning her side to the male as she looked at her hands, making sure she wasn’t asking too much of her body. One wrong move and her claws would be out.

debekah

put a ship in our ask

vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell

— H.

vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell

— S.

datherine

put a ship in our ask

vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell

— H.

vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell

— S.

ship: Damon & Lydia

put a ship in our ask

vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell

— H.

vomit / no way / don’t ship / ok / fucking cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / flawless / ship forever / i will ship them in hell

— S.