the epitome of a fulfilled life ;

{ you are by far the best thing that has happened to me in my 173 years on this earth } { the fact that i died knowing i was loved. not just by anyone. by you; e l e n a g i l b e r t } { it's the epitome of a fulfilled life } ♛a hopeless wanderer; someone who is lost; metaphorically and literally ◐ ➤ ➤ he's a silent { g u a r d i a n }, a watchful { p r o t e c t e r }. A { d a r k k n i g h t} ✺✺ [INDEPENDENT RP] [MUN IS 18+] *GIFS ARE NOT MINE

[lovedbyxyou]

here’s a fan fic im working on if anyone is interested: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11710323/1/Timshel

[lovedbyxyou]

Simon & Garfunkel Lyric Starters

I've come to talk with you again.

And here's to you [muse's name]

When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all.

All your dreams are on their way.

[muse's name], you're breaking my heart.

I'm begging you please to come home.

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear.

There were times when I was so lonesome

I am leaving, I am leaving.

I know your part'll go fine.

I get all the news I need on the weather report.

Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where.

Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would.

Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat.

I'm empty and aching and I don't know why.

Love once new has now grown old.

She once was a true love of mine.

Gee but it's great to be back home.

I know you couldn't disagree.

You're in trouble and now you're heading into more.

It's the same old story everywhere I go.

I never laughed so long.

I stop awhile and think of you.

When I was young, I carried a gun.

There's no one home, we're all alone.

Why don't you write me?

There goes my baby with someone new.

I'm through with romance.

Thinking it over, I've been sad.

He had everything a man could want.

[lovedbyxyou]

I haven’t been on this account in ages, I know. Life got a little bit busy for a while there, but I really want to start roleplaying again now that I have free time over break. So, if there is anyone out there who is still interested in this account (or RPing with me), I plan on doing a bit of a revamp to this account. If anyone is interested in continuing old threads or starting new ones, feel free to message me!

With love, 

Damon and Becca

[thedoppelena]

  "Because ‘shut up’ isn’t a very polite way to ask."

[lovedbyxyou]

{ "Well, how about you teach me all about manners over a drink then?" }

[lovedbyxyou]

 { "Why don't you shut up and join me for a drink?" }

[jisawakward]

[lovedbyxyou]

[lionheartiis-blog]

            “damon… you’re not my only client, and i can’t            — and won’t — name the others. you remember            that… privacy  agreement you signed ? they            signed it too. i can’t talk about it, damon…”

[lovedbyxyou]

       "--i don't just have to be your client, elena.                                                                                            we can talk too -- i can help you                                                                                                             forget about the privacy agreement                                                                                                       please i just wanna help."                                                                                                

[lionheartiis-blog]

           the entire ordeal was so… unnatural to many people. however, elena was a call girl, and she only worked for people who could pay her well for a night in their beds. she was fairly independent, she didn’t have a boss to answer to, but everyone always expected one when they called her. the man was cold, fairly formal, as she was sure he didn’t realize that his lady was on the phone with him. but she was used to these sorts of things, and it was methodical for her to go through the rules. the man seemed inexperienced with this entire situation, as he gave her the address to his apartment. most men wanted to meet in a secondary location, check her out, and get a hotel room for the night. but, she wouldn’t object. 

           as she came upon the address, she walked up the stairs to the apartment that was his. a lacy red dress adorned her slim figure, her hair accentuated by voluminous curls, her bourbon eyes popped with the neutral and dark tones of her makeup. however, she still looked mostly as herself, natural in her core, as she walked to the door, and knocked. 

[lovedbyxyou]

       the sound of a knock at his door caused him to jump out of his recliner, setting his cigar down on an ash tray; he walked towards the front door. he ran his hand through his raven locks and took a deep breath before opening the door. it was safe to say damon was nervous, it wasn't an everyday occurrence for damon to pay someone for sex. he was greeted by a beautifully innocent set of doe brown eyes on the other side of his door. she didn't look like your casual prostitute if it wasn't for the lacy dress she was wearing. his eyes flickered up and down her body, nodding his head softly. looks like his friend was right about her. 

       he stepped aside, giving her space to enter his apartment. maybe it wasn't the best idea to invite a stranger into his home, but fuck it. "i'm not really sure how this works." he started nervously, scratching at the back of his head. "i'm damon...y'know if that even matters." a soft chuckle escaped from his rosy lips. 

[lionheartiis-blog]

            “you… you don’t know what you’re asking, damon.                                are you willing to share me so i can earn              my income ? are you ready to hear about the                                     things i get paid to do ?”

[lovedbyxyou]

      "i know exactly what i'm asking you, elena. and i dont care                                                                     --i'm all in. whatever it is, i'm staying right here. i can take this, elena."

[lovedbyxyou]

         A lit cigar in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other, Damon Salvatore sat in his apartment with his legs sprawled out on the coffee table. It was a Saturday night and Damon was once again all alone. The emptiness that was inside of him was the worst it's ever been as his internal struggle grew stronger and stronger. Setting down the glass of bourbon, he picked up his cell phone with a heavy sigh. He got the number from one of his friends at work, who was raving about how "great the service was." This is what guys do when they are all alone and haven't had sex in at least a month, right? It's not like Damon couldn't get girls, because he could get anyone he wanted and Damon knew that. It was just that he didn't want to deal with all of that emotion crap, so this was a perfect opportunity for him. We are Salvatore's, and Salvatore's are respectable men. His fathers words rang through his head as he dialed the number. Respectable men didn't hire prostitutes, right? Fuck it, he thought to himself before calling the number.

         Beep. Beep. Beep. A soft sigh and a cough to clear his voice. At the sound of a voice on the other end, Damon sat up in his chair. "Hello?" The conversation was quick and pretty formal considering the circumstances. Once Damon gave the address to his apartment, the person on the other end assured him that someone would be there soon. And so he waited. 

[lionheartiis-blog]

        “           i shouldn’t mean anything to you, damon….                       you hired me for sex ;; not my baggage.”

[lovedbyxyou]

       "maybe i want the baggage along with the sex.                                                                                 --ever think of that?" 

[lionheartiis-blog]

            “i can take care of myself, damon…” 

[lovedbyxyou]

        "you sure about that? because the tears tell me otherwise.                                                            c'mon 'lena, don't leave me in the dark." 

[lionheartiis-blog]

       ”does it really matter ?”

[lovedbyxyou]

             "it matters when i spend all night worried sick about you."

[heartofelena-deactivated2014071]

  ◣✝△◥ ❝ you do realize it’s nearly noon & you’re still            lounging in ( bed, ) right? ——i don’t see why            my whereabouts really matter right now.❞

[lovedbyxyou]

       "maybe it's because i'm the one who always                                                                                              has to save your ass from whatever                                                                                                            supernatural disaster that awaits us."

[lovedbyxyou]

{---} "and where the hell have you been all night?" {---}

[burningelena-deactivated2015010]

                  Big brown eyes stared up at him as he pulled away, her body being coerced further towards him, even as his lips departed from hers. “Yeah…” She breathed, “We should.” Her words of agreement were short lived, however, as he collided with her only moments later. They needed to get out of the street; anyone could catch them making out in the lamp light like two drunken teenagers. But, that is just what anyone would find. Kissing Damon was like being a teen, again… And she couldn’t stop it. So, her lips continued to move between his, breath getting faster and faster with each movement.

[lovedbyxyou]

        His heart was beating out of his chest and the hair on the back of his neck was standing up with every touch. Damon had never been so consumed by someone in his entire life. He had no clue how he got through five Elena-less years without driving himself insane. The passion from the kiss eliminated all sense of logic he had. She was still married and they were still making out wide out in the open, where anyone can see. Pulling away from her lips again before pecking them once more, his forehead rests against hers, a hand buried in her hair. Damon pants as he tries to get his breath back. "I'd stay this way forever if we could..." And it was true, Damon could be this way forever with her and he would die a happy man.