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Damon Salvatore.  I believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.   ❈ indie tvd rp blog. written by jess. ❈ est. 4.9.2015. revamped 5.24.2019

[badassbigbrother]

a return and a psa

so i’m attempting to make a return to Damon because I miss playing him and I also miss rping. My life has kinda been hell the last couple years so it’s been hard to be active here, but I’m going to try to maintain a minimal presence at least.

with that said, I will NOT be changing my fc away from Ian Somerhalder

i understand that he’s been problematic and done questionable things. i’m not defending or condoning any of that. to be frank, i’m disabled, chronically ill, struggling financially, struggling in school, and struggling with my mental health and do not have the energy to go searching for a new fc, particularly one that makes the facial expressions that i think are appropriate for Damon.

i understand this may make you not want to rp with me. you do you.

i will also not be putting images of Ian under a cut and will continue to reblog pics and gifsets

this is a hobby that i’m looking to for fun and stress relief, not to cause more angst. it’s an issue of separating the artist from the art for me, and i know that not everyone will agree, but that’s where i’m at. proceed as you will <3 

[little-miss-buffy]

Since moving to Mystic Falls, Buffy did her best to keep the fact that she was a slayer from Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy. If they knew, they would automatically be dragged into this part of her life and she didn’t want that for them. Especially not for Elena and Jeremy. They were still in high school. She didn't want them to be worrying about vampires crashing Parent-Teacher night, swim team monsters, or devil dogs at the prom.

However, Elena's life was growing similar to Buffy's. Her best friend was a witch, her boyfriend, Stefan, looked like Angel or at least like they could be related, and to top it off, Stefan and his brother were vampires. And poor Jeremy's girlfriend was transitioning into a vampire and ran away. Her brother, Matt, and Stefan were out looking for her while Buffy stayed with the teenagers. Elena was doing her best to comfort a very worried Jeremy, but nothing was helping.

"What about you?" Buffy asked Elena, taking her aside as they cleaned up the literal mess Vicki made. "How are you doing?"

Elena answered, "Well, in the past twenty-four hours, I found out that my boyfriend and his brother are vampires, one of my cousins is a vampire slayer who died TWICE, and everything that I thought was made up is actually real except for leprechauns."

"So, peachy with a side of keen, then?" Buffy joked, earning a smile from Elena. "I'm sorry you found out about all of this."

"It's not even remotely your fault," Elena said. "I'm glad I know the truth about you, though. If anything, it's the reassuring element of all of this.....But, is there anything else I should know?"

Elena went to answer the door followed by Jeremy with Buffy close behind. Elena only opened the door only a little bit, gasped, and then immediately tried to shut the door, but then it was pushed open revealing Damon Salvatore. Immediately, Buffy started to grind her teeth in anger as she approached the door. When she first met Damon, she thought he was okay. A little annoying and arrogant, but they had a few pleasant conversations here and there. Plus, he was the only other person in town close to Buffy's age, so she tolerated him. But, after finding out what he really was and everything he'd done within the past week and seeing him standing in the doorway right now, Buffy wanted to shove a log through his chest.

Buffy bit the inside of her cheek.. There was Dawn. A billion-year-old ball of energy turned nineteen-year-old human, but only alive for five years. Was Elena ready to know that? That all of her childhood memeries with Dawn were fake Jeremy?

Luckily, she didn't have to decide because Jeremy once again voiced his concern for Vicki. Both girls told him that they had to wait and that Matt would call when he found her. They did their best to reassure him that everything would be fine and then the doorbell rang.

"Jeremy, Elena, get away from the door," Buffy said glaring at Damon while maneuvering herself between him and the two teenagers. Jeremy went upstairs after Elena whispered to him to go. Buffy wished Elena would follow suit, but she knew that wasn't happening. She kept her eyes locked with Damon’s, hoping he would take the hint and leave, but she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

@badassbigbrother

[badassbigbrother]

little-miss-buffy​:

Normally, Buffy could’ve easily pushed back and send the vampire flying off the porch, but she was so stunned at the audacity he had to barge his way into the house, she could be knocked over with a feather. Her shock grew even more when he started tearing apart the living room looking for his ring.

“Yeah, I could help you give the place a full Johnny-Depp-over,” she sneered. “Except, I know it’s not here. So, if you destroy anything, you’re getting billed.”

The scowl on his face was either genuine or he was trying to scare her, but it only made her angrier and she knew it was clear on her face as well.

“Stefan has it,” Elena said, her voice filled with fear. “He’s out looking for Vicki.”

Buffy raised her eyebrows at Damon as she held his gaze and remained in front of Elena. He looked like an angry little boy who got his fire truck taken away for misbehaving.

@badassbigbrother

He paused in his search to glare at Buffy. The girl had attitude, and while that might be a fun thing to play with under different circumstances, right now it was just irritating the hell out of him. His ring was his freedom, and he’d had his freedom taken away too many times to willingly give it up now. 

Elena spoke, and he broke away his glare to look at her. “Stefan wouldn’t have kept it on him,” he said, taking a slow, predatory step toward Elena. “He would have squirreled it away somewhere he thinks I won’t find it.” He was invading Elena’s space, only a few inches from her, and everything about his posture said he was on the edge, ready to pounce. 

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, Elena?” he asked, feigning being wounded. “It’s not as if you’ve never done that before.” Without looking round, he held up a finger in Buffy’s direction. “Stay out of it, blondie. This conversation does not require your witty input.” 

[little-miss-buffy]

Since moving to Mystic Falls, Buffy did her best to keep the fact that she was a slayer from Jenna, Elena, and Jeremy. If they knew, they would automatically be dragged into this part of her life and she didn’t want that for them. Especially not for Elena and Jeremy. They were still in high school. She didn't want them to be worrying about vampires crashing Parent-Teacher night, swim team monsters, or devil dogs at the prom.

However, Elena's life was growing similar to Buffy's. Her best friend was a witch, her boyfriend, Stefan, looked like Angel or at least like they could be related, and to top it off, Stefan and his brother were vampires. And poor Jeremy's girlfriend was transitioning into a vampire and ran away. Her brother, Matt, and Stefan were out looking for her while Buffy stayed with the teenagers. Elena was doing her best to comfort a very worried Jeremy, but nothing was helping.

"What about you?" Buffy asked Elena, taking her aside as they cleaned up the literal mess Vicki made. "How are you doing?"

Elena answered, "Well, in the past twenty-four hours, I found out that my boyfriend and his brother are vampires, one of my cousins is a vampire slayer who died TWICE, and everything that I thought was made up is actually real except for leprechauns."

"So, peachy with a side of keen, then?" Buffy joked, earning a smile from Elena. "I'm sorry you found out about all of this."

"It's not even remotely your fault," Elena said. "I'm glad I know the truth about you, though. If anything, it's the reassuring element of all of this.....But, is there anything else I should know?"

Elena went to answer the door followed by Jeremy with Buffy close behind. Elena only opened the door only a little bit, gasped, and then immediately tried to shut the door, but then it was pushed open revealing Damon Salvatore. Immediately, Buffy started to grind her teeth in anger as she approached the door. When she first met Damon, she thought he was okay. A little annoying and arrogant, but they had a few pleasant conversations here and there. Plus, he was the only other person in town close to Buffy's age, so she tolerated him. But, after finding out what he really was and everything he'd done within the past week and seeing him standing in the doorway right now, Buffy wanted to shove a log through his chest.

Buffy bit the inside of her cheek.. There was Dawn. A billion-year-old ball of energy turned nineteen-year-old human, but only alive for five years. Was Elena ready to know that? That all of her childhood memeries with Dawn were fake Jeremy?

Luckily, she didn't have to decide because Jeremy once again voiced his concern for Vicki. Both girls told him that they had to wait and that Matt would call when he found her. They did their best to reassure him that everything would be fine and then the doorbell rang.

"Jeremy, Elena, get away from the door," Buffy said glaring at Damon while maneuvering herself between him and the two teenagers. Jeremy went upstairs after Elena whispered to him to go. Buffy wished Elena would follow suit, but she knew that wasn't happening. She kept her eyes locked with Damon’s, hoping he would take the hint and leave, but she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

@badassbigbrother

[badassbigbrother]

little-miss-buffy​:

“Move, blondie. I’m in no mood for your shit.” He shoved the door with more force than necessary, on account of it being the slayer holding the other side. Barreling his weight against her, he made it clear he was coming in one way or another.

“Where is it?” he snapped. “Stefan took my ring. I want it back. Figured it’d be like him to stash it here, protected by Elena and the ever-so-helpful Buffy.” HIs consonants were all jagged edges and aching to draw blood. If he took a moment to be rational, he had no desire to hurt Elena or fight Buffy, but his idiotic brother had involved them in this little mess of theirs, and he’d be damned if he’d be caged come morning. 

He looked around the living room, inside trinket jars and under pillows on the sofa, his expression drawn in a deep scowl.

“You could help, you know. Sooner I get what I want sooner I’m out of your hair. Everybody wins.” 

[badassbigbrother]

@compatiissante​

Well, there was an unfamiliar face, and Damon was pretty sure he knew everyone in this town. She looked a little unnerved, like she wasn’t sure how she had gotten there. Maybe a date had stood her up. This would do for a passing diversion.

“Damon Salvatore,” he said, donning a charming smile. “Official Mystic Falls welcoming committee. Can I buy you a drink?” 

[getmeclean]

Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them.

[badassbigbrother]

theseourbodiesrp​:

“There are no better men than me, Damon.” He growls as this unworthy Salvatore pushes him. The audacity. The sheer, unadulterated deasthwish.

Still, this is Stefan’s brother. His beloved’s beloved brother. Much as he wants to end Damon, he will not. He will not.

He won’t.

He does reach out though, with both hands. Takes Damon’s head in those hands, before Damon can react or stop him. He twists, knpwing it takes such miniscule strength to break the other’s neck. Anyone would do it. Stefan himself has, truth be told. So he looks at Damon’s body crumpled at his feet. Waiting for the other to wake up. To wake up and realize that Klaus’s feelings for Stefan is no trick. No plan. No scheme. He loves Stefan wholly, without restraint and without regard for what other’s think. It is time Damon learns this.

“Do wake up. Wake up, Dmon.”

He probably should’ve seen it coming--much as he meant every word he said, Klaus was simply older and stronger. Bones crunched in his neck as his head snapped around, and then his body fell into an unceremonious heap on the floor. 

He had no idea how long he was out, but fuck, did he hate having his own neck snapped. It hurt like hell and he woke up from it like he was coming out of a week-long bender. Slowly, consciousness returned, and he groaned as he pushed himself onto his elbows. “Great, you’re still here,” he grumbled, glowering at Klaus. He let out another groan as he staggered to his feet. “I have to admit, you’re really committed to this role. A+ acting, really. You should try out for summer stock.” 

[khadijha]

introducing the indigenous peoples server!

this server is run by indigenous people only  ━  this is where you can ask questions related to indigeneity as a whole and in general (be sure to specify region!), ask about rp related issues or inquiries, how best to handle things, increase your education and understanding of indigenous people around the world, and find ways to support the indigenous people in your area and beyond. 

lately myself and other indigenous muns have dealt with a huge influx of anons asking questions, expressing concerns, and being confused about what to do when it comes to writing indigenous characters, being an admin in a rp and fostering the inclusion of indigenous characters, etc. and sometimes, it’s hard to answer with different points of view from different indigenous people! or it becomes repetitive, and search functions on blogs don’t always work as well as one would hope.

so myself, @olivaraofrph / @indigenousrph, and @yinsnezha / @ladysgodiva came together to create the indigenous peoples server! this server has an open discussion channel, but also specifically channels to ask your questions, ask for advice on incidents, and channels for issues related to pretendians, and psa’s that indigenous muns write.

we welcome everyone to join the server, and for any indigenous muns who are not already a part of it, you are allowed to become an admin upon entering the server to answer questions alongside us, just put yes on the introduction form that asks you if you want to be an admin.

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[olivaraofrph-deactivated2023080]

People in the notes: Stop “boosting” and start joining literally are you guys missing the point of the server or do you expect us to use our mental energy to make 5000 tumblr posts on the same thing. Stop being performative and actually join the damn server. 🥰

[badassbigbrother]

theseourbodiesrp​:

“Hair color has nothing to do with anything. If it did? You’d be all serious and noble like Elijah.” But she couldn’t help grinning at him. He’s fun, in a way she hasn’t felt since… ever.

She laughed, sparawled on his couch. Taking up more room than she had any right to. She reached out with her leg, delicately touching his knee with her toe. Safe touching. “Excuse me, sir, You don’t have staure. You have hips and blue eyes and attitude. That’s hardly stature.”

She took another swallow of her drink, feeling the alcohol buzz through her. Letting Pontiac and Mystical Falls drift from her. “Mmm. Sure, a type. But you know you also have a reputation? So many people warned me not to hang out with you. You’d compromise my virtue. As if I had any.”

“Yech, how could you possibly compare me with that musty old Original?” He grinned at her over the rim of his glass. There was something broken and bruised in Claire, he could see it in the way she looked sometimes, but he’d never asked. Everyone had their own sad story, and he certainly didn’t want to get into his. So they drank and bantered and he tried to keep her at a safe distance. For both their sake’s. She prodded his knee and he nudged her foot back. “You didn’t know me back in 1864. I was downright gentlemanly.” A lie, probably, but his human self had certainly cared a lot more about propriety; even into his young age as a vampire. It had taken him time to learn to revel in it.  He chucked at the mention of his reputation and arched an eyebrow at her. “And yet here you are, tempting fate. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked having a little danger in your life.” He took a sip, studying her. “A girl after my own heart.” 

[badassbigbrother]

betterxvillain​:

@badassbigbrother​

He couldn’t have hidden the change if he tried. Damon was at least smart enough to figure it out, and Stefan, well. Stefan didn’t want to hide behind his usual poor, broody, good guy act. So he waited for Damon to come home, lounging on the couch with a drink in his hand and some boring magazine in his lap. It would’ve been nice to be out causing mischief and misery with Klaus, but unfortunately his boyfriend was…dealing with other things. Things that held no interest for Stefan.

“Welcome back, big brother,” he said without looking up. His tone dripped with sarcasm as he continued. “Did you have a good day? Make any new friends, eat any pretty blondes?”

Damon paused as he hung up his jacket, and it took all of his self-control not to give a long-suffering eyeroll. This again. Fucking fantastic.  “I see someone’s in a snarky mood,” he said, coming down the steps into the living room. “I should probably be the one to ask you who you’ve been snacking on.”

He walked to the sideboard and picked up glass, then carried it over to fill with the bottle Stefan had been drinking from. Why couldn’t his brother just be a normal vampire? But then again, Stefan always had gone to extremes. He knocked Stefan’s legs off the couch and sat down, taking a long sip from his glass. “So how’d you fall off the wagon this time?” 

[badassbigbrother]

continued from here

“God, little siblings are the worst. That was signed, I’ll have you know. Compelled him to do it, but signed nonetheless, so you owe me about $300. Or something. I’ll have to check eBay.” 

[badassbigbrother]

betterxvillain​:

He was no stranger to the sins Klaus had committed–but wasn’t Damon aware of the horrible, unforgivable things Stefan had done? For Christ’s sake, he’d been the one to curse Damon with immortality. That alone was an unforgivable sin, as he was constantly reminded of. The things that Klaus had done were horrible, but Damon didn’t see the good in Klaus. Just like Damon didn’t see why he forgave him, over and over.

“You don’t understand, Damon. He’s–” Stefan sighed. “He’s not what we all thought he was. He can be good. And he knows me, he’s not–afraid of the Ripper.” Because despite what Damon said, he knew the Ripper scared him. Maybe not for his own life, but for Stefan’s. Afraid Stefan would never return.

“He promised to leave everyone alone. You, Elena, Caroline, everyone. And I want to go with him, it’s my choice.”

Choice. Christ, how he’d come to loathe that word. All it really meant was trouble and dumbass decisions that turned into catastrophes that then he had to clean up--like his idiotic brother running away with Klaus. 

“Stefan, are you insane?” The glass hit the sideboard with more force than necessary, and honestly, it was a miracle it hadn’t shattered. “What makes you think this, any of this, is real? How many times has Klaus fucked us over, and you defend him by saying he can be good?” He made a noise of derision and scowled. “He’s not good, he’s playing you. Trust me, I know the type.” 

[badassbigbrother]

i’m exhausted but i’m determined to get replies/starters out so bear with me if they’re turrible lmao

[badassbigbrother]

theseourbodiesrp​:

He rolled his eyes at the mention of his siblings. Let Damon live a thousand years with Elijah’s insufferable nobility and goodness. Or Rebekah’s incessant need for love. Damon the reckless, Damon the unthinking Salvatore, would have done the same.

But then Stefan’s sadly inadequate brother took a step towards him. Threw his past mistakes with Stefan in his face. But Stefan had forgiven him, Stefan had said–

That was a step too far. Doubting his, Niklaus Mikaelson’s, love? Doubting that a man like Stefan could inspire him to love and devotion? Stefan could move the stars in their orbit if he chose to. It was a little thing to make the ancient love.

He reached out, moving with his preternatural speed.  Fingers digging into Damon’s throat, itching to reach into Damon’s chest and find out once and for all if he actual did have a heart. To separate the stupid, short-sighted older brothero f Stefan from his spine. to feel the blood spill out of Damon, hands warmed by the red deluge.

“In spite of what you think, Damon, I do, I love Stefan. You can take your continued existence as proof. Dear Stefan would be upset if you died, and so I grant you life. See that you don’t make me regret it.”

and then he threw Damon from him. It wasn’t quite as satisfying as hearing Stefan say yes, I’ll marry you, but it didn’t suck.

Fingers dug into his neck and he couldn’t help but scrabble at them. Vampires didn’t precisely need air, but being cut off from it fucking hurt. It was a very brief release when Klaus flung him bodily across the room, the rush of oxygen beaten out of him by the collision with the wall. Books fell around him, striking him in the head and shoulders, but he wasted no time getting to his feet.

In that same blur of unnatural speed, he was back in Klaus’s face, shoving him in the chest. Maybe not the smartest move, but Damon was pissed, and protective, and living up to his impulsive reputation. 

“Better men than you have tried to kill me,” he snarled. “Guess what? I’m still here, and they’re not. Your threats mean nothing--I’d gladly die before I let you destroy my brother.” 

[invademyinbox]

Anonymously ask my character a question you'd never ask them to their face.

[badassbigbrother]

i’m dealing with an anxiety attack but when it passes i will be back and get to answering y’all that wanted threads which thank you so much omg <333

[whenrpmemesattack]

SEND “⚡️” AND A QUESTION AND MY MUSE WILL BE FORCED TO ANSWER HONESTLY

[badassbigbrother]

okay switching over to other blogs but if any one wanna plot a thing or wants a starter hit the heart or ask yo <333