| ENZO & AIRI. 

@loveisaviolence

           “damon’s always like ‘I COULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW’ ra ra ra and like      ” airiana’s eyes narrow, an almost teenaged expression contorting her features. “then why haven’t you fucking done it already ? like so bite me then, whip out your big bad monster claws and just do it already.”

            she’s clutching the bottle neck in her hand like it might slip from her grasp at any given moment       like if she could keep any one part of her body sober it’d be her hands, just so they could hold onto the liquor without the fear of it falling from her grasp... if it should decide to clash to the ground... sometimes if her hands allow it to. 

           it’s nothing that strays from the usual. drunk, hanging off the couch, lazily draping herself over everyone like heavy curtain. they like her like this, it’s probably all they’ve ever known... sometimes all she’s ever known. it’s a feasible excuse for why she’s allowed to fumble over the couch and bite down on enzo’s neck, dramatic vampire draw back and all. 

         “one day he’s just gonna freak out ya know ?  do that thing where his eyes go really wide, and he starts to snap at you like a 13 year old girl PMSing, and that little curl on the back of his head on the left side starts to stick up and he gets all... ya know, DAMON-EY, and then just take a chomp clean outta me       ” rearing back, she forces down on enzo’s jugular, teeth clamping down on his flesh as she mimics animalistic noises that more or less resemble that of real vampires.

        “tell me that wasn’t the best damon impersonation you’ve ever seen.” 

photo evidence of airi when she gets a bad idea

she’s recovering from a drunken haze, a mess of fuzzy blankets and heavy unfitted clothes. logan’s tee shirt, elena’s shampoo, damon’s bourbon; she surrounds herself with the people she loves, stealing little pieces of them in whatever ways she can and keeping them for herself. 

she rolls over lazily, flopping over the edge of the couch, fingers crawling lazily up the vampire’s arm. “ it feels different for you, right ? ... like... more.” she wonders, cracking open one eye to peer at her skin as she trails the pads of her fingers. “ you feel things more deeply sort of... how does it feel ?  ”

DUDE SAME I’M MAKING A NEW FUCKING BLOG... not that i go on anyways BUT REAL AF

why are all the porn blogs finding my blogs. 

LINKON.

he watches her with a fond sort of amusement, hands absentmindedly sketching away in an old notebook, born more of habit than any sort of profound inspiration  —  for now it simply keeps his hands busy, scrawling away,  which he has come to appreciate more than he ever suspected he would.   

her worries are in tune with his, as they usually are : something else he has grown to appreciate,  even as he simultaneously wished to deprive her of any and every form of weariness if his own strength allowed it.  

it was a COMFORT,  to not be so alone in this world,  to know that wherever his travels took him, whether that be on the orders of their commander or the girl who fell from the sky that he’d come to regard as precious, he would never find himself bereft of companionship, which too was uniquely precious.    

❛  oso gada pleni taim gon dis in,  ❜  he assures her, a faint smile tugging just slightly at the corners of his lips, eyeing her as she watches the skai kru, preoccupied with their own daily rituals. she, too, bore a certain amount of fascination for them, and he found himself humoring her in it. 

❛  do you wish to meet her ? okteivia  ?  ❜

the invitation is easily evidence of his unconditional faith in her. 

@bourboneyes​.

she was a killer before she knew how to breathe. 

the first hand that was laid upon her offensively was their village’s healer, a hefty blow to her infant back was all it took to force a breath of oxygen from her lungs      which they say for the children like her... children born with blood on their hands        is just an expulsion of smoke from the flame that was ignited upon the murder of her mother. a murder she committed. 

that’s what they called her; MURDERER. girl derivative of smoke. MONSTER. born rolling in the ashes.

her tongue never second guesses itself the same way it does when she tries to agree with those titles when their successors refer to her and her first with those words. it’s like the catch in her mouth and she’s fallen face first into a pile of dirt. despite all the scars they were forced to create, the ones they were forced to bear in the process, she second guesses herself when she’s labeled as some sort of monster. when all this time these monster hands have shook upon coming in contact with blood.

but people fell from the sky and suddenly she wondered if life spent innocently was possible. she speaks in their language whenever possible because of this, an effort to shed some of the blood caking her name like wet dirt. trigedasleng only spoken when necessary and only spoken comfortably with lincoln.

her eyes light up. “ could i ? ” the tone of her voice is almost childlike in its excitement, a stark contrast to the cold brutality of the front she usually has to maintain. 

“ i’d really like to... meet her... oktevia...” airi adds timidly, slightly embarrassed at her outburst. she’d been wanting to meet more sky people for some time and this first invitation was something airi took very seriously. they gave her something... a hope, if she was brave enough to admit it as such. 

please DO NOT assume that just because my character is doing something that i as the writer

approve of it

am romanticizing it

have a kink with regard to it

think it is okay for anyone to ever do ever

because sometimes my character does things that I absolutely cringe at and which are almost painful to write.

but my writing a villain does not make me a villian

understand that it is fiction and I do not condone the wrong actions that sometimes are written out on my blog for in-character purposes.

I’ve always loved you                                 even when I hated you What am I like?                                 just like my father oh no oh no oh no

Sarah Kane, from 4.48 Psychosis (via lifeinpoetry)

cute first date ideas: hand-to-hand combat

Malia Tate in season five episode fourteen, ‘The Sword and the Spirit’.

"i think you lost your morals, girl" enzo @ airi B[

THE WEEKND STARTERS.

she doesn’t typically STEAL,      hasn’t really found the need to. airiana’s been living it up courtesy of funds a la      damon salvatore… she doesn’t always feel guilty. but her loose set of morals allows      her to splurge on the occasional ‘i need to steal to save my dignity’ because they’re      out of bourbon and she’s already asked damon twice this week. 

“ losing them would imply that i had them in the first place. ”          airiana snaps loudly, smacking his chest with her free hand as she peels the label          off a bottle of whiskey carefully. “ now shut up and open your coat. we’re the happy couple that is cold and huddling    together lovingly for warmth… also booze       so look alive… ”         bourbon eyes dart away for a moment. “ sorry… ”                                                                                not her worst punny offense.

Malia Tate’s dungarees appreciation post.

ｔｈｅ  ｗｅｅｋｎｄ  ｓｔａｒｔｅｒｓ

❛ close your eyes and lay yourself beside me. ❜ ❛ don’t be scared. i’m right here. ❜ ❛ oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can’t go. ❜ ❛ let me take the friction from your lips. ❜ ❛ i’m the drug in your veins. ❜ ❛ just fight through the pain. ❜ ❛ he’s what you want, i’m what you need. ❜ ❛ i do, everything he does times three. ❜ ❛ i don’t love her no more. ❜ ❛ just let me motherfucking love you. ❜ ❛ so tell me you love me only for tonight. ❜ ❛ i’ll give you all of me even though you don’t love me. ❜ ❛ i’m not lying to nobody but me. ❜ ❛ i’m better than your next man. ❜ ❛ i think you lost your morals, girl. ❜ ❛ put your mind in a dream world. ❜ ❛ take a look at what you did. ❜ ❛ you probably thought that you’d break my heart. ❜ ❛ you probably thought that you’d make me cry. ❜ ❛ i know everything. ❜ ❛ there are no words to describe the depths of your indifference. ❜ ❛ you could’ve been the one. ❜ ❛ you keep saying there’s no one, but who keeps calling your phone ? ❜ ❛ it seems like pain and regret are your best friends. ❜ ❛ i can’t feel a damn thing. ❜ ❛ don’t you fall in love. ❜ ❛ you’ll be falling to the point of no return. ❜ ❛ you’ll never make me stay so take your weight off of me. ❜ ❛ i know your every move, so won’t you please let me be. ❜ ❛ but i hate sleeping alone, why don’t you come with me ? ❜ ❛ i didn’t call on the phone to say that i’m alright. ❜ ❛ i guess you had no idea that you could have persuaded me. ❜ ❛ you could have had me doing anything you pleased. ❜ ❛ it could have went so many ways. ❜ ❛ nobody feels the way that i feel when i’m alone. ❜ ❛ lying comes natural to me. ❜ ❛ she never falls in love. ❜ ❛ i used to do this for the thrill. ❜ ❛ nobody’s ever made me fall in love. ❜ ❛ you taught me how to feel. ❜ ❛ you taught me how to love. ❜ ❛ you belong to the temporary moments of a dream. ❜ ❛ i see nobody but you. ❜ ❛ i’m so used to being used. ❜ ❛ you know our love would be tragic. ❜

Men have used her meanly. She will eat them.

Sylvia Plath from Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices (via skywalkerastolat)

KAI.

       don’t get him wrong he’s not not excited about the weed but she’s just really excited enough for the both of them. which you know, is pretty normal for airi. unless it involves pizza onesies and dinosaur costumes then yeah he’s usually pretty excited about that——which sounds strange now that he thinks about it. he stands, now significantly taller than her and ushers her in the direction of the basement with his hands.           “ i mean, technically damon has plenty of reasons to kill either of us and yet he hasnt, so. ” he replies with a shrug. turning his eyes back to the baggy in her hands he reaches around in front of her to pluck it from her grasp.          “ lets hope little gilbert knows what good weed is. ” because he loves putting the quality of his high into the hands of stoner teenagers. though to be fair josette always knew what kind of weed to get.

       airiana doesn’t really go down into the basement. it’s usually reserved for when they’re in some sticky situation with some baddie and they need a place to lock em up. but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t drunkenly stumbled down there once or twice. occasionally allowing the pads of her fingers to trace the scratch marks etched across the cement walls. there’s pain there, that��s what the weed’s for though. 

      “ eh, just whip up some witchy juju if it does. ” airiana replies dismissively with a wave of her hand, glancing back at the witch as she jogs down the stairs.  “ you ever been down here ? it’s pretty gross but it’ll do the trick. ”

       she’s almost worried he’ll reject her like airiana’s crazy shenanigans usually are. kai’s always been a team player but weed wasn’t something the residents of the boarding house really ever discussed all that much. there wasn’t really a need to, they were all hard drinkers or blood suckers      weed was sort of a more human matter.

      hazel brown eyes lighten and airi lets out a little shriek as kai responds. pulling the pipe she’d found in jeremy’s room out of her back pocket, the brunette rushes over and plunks down next to him, holding it up for his inspection.

       “ of course i remembered, i’m not elena. ” airi giggles, grabbing his hand, giving it a tug. “ c’mon we gotta do this in the basement or something. damon will kill us if the carpet smells like mari-freakin’-juana for the next two weeks. ”