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[ravenfanged]

MUSE FEELINGS AND INDICATORS

HAPPINESS

being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

SADNESS

tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

ANGER

furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

FEAR

wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

EXHAUSTION

constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

stolen from: the dash <3

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@ravenfanged​

damon’s ranting about something. very loudly. dramatically, as he normally does when he gets worked up into a fuss. enzo’s head happens to be a little fuzzy from alcohol the previous night, and the fact that damon’s been drinking off of him rather frequently.  hand moves to rub at his own forehead for a moment, before his hand is darting out to grab damon by his belt loops and wordlessly pull him down into his lap. ’ sit in daddy’s lap and shush. ’

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     It doesn’t matter what he’s ranting about. What matters is that he’s pissed, he wants to tear someone’s throat out -- and it feels like they should be doing something. Anything. Wes deserved worse than he got, and Damon doesn’t trust that he’s the only one left in Augustine. Enzo’s pulling at his belt loops, and for a moment Damon’s eyes narrow -- before he shifts, straddles him almost idly. Whatever he’d been planning to say next, it dies in his throat at that. A not so subtle shift of his hips. “ Make me, Daddy. ”

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@soulscorned​

     It’s a light press of his hand against Enzo’s chest, pressing the other vampire against the back of the couch. A subtle show of his strength, even if he’s not trying to keep him pinned down. Fangs are nipping at his neck, enough to leave a mark he’ll admire later, even if he’s careful not to let his blood fill his mouth. Not when he’s already worked up.

     “ If you’d stop teasing -- ” Bites are trailed lower, and Damon’s shifting against him to make a point. “ I’d already be where we both want me to be. ”

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thirdoriginal​:

elijah’s  eyes  practically  watches  damon’s  every  little  action,  even  as  damon  makes  himself  at  home  in  their  lap.  there  is  a  silent  moment  that  passes,  despite  elijah’s  somewhat  foul  mood,  their  hands  come  to  rest  on  his  hips.  especially  when  the  vampire  moves  his  hips  lightly,  as  if  to  drive  his  point.  hands  move  to  press  a  bit  of  force  into  skin  in  the  attempt  to  keep  him  still.    ’  perhaps.  try  your  query  again.  ’  head  tilts  at  him,  fingers  lightly  tapping  against  his  hip.  ’  i  do  so  like  to  hear  it.  ‘  

     He’s not overly fond of the word please. That’s a given, it never usually gets him what he wants, anyway -- unless he’s talking about Elijah. Manners always seem to be the quickest route to what Damon is asking of him, but even then, he likes to see how far he can push it. Elijah’s gripping his hips, and he stills where he is -- if he could have blushed, maybe he would have. There’s some emotion somewhere, one he won’t unpack later, and he practically melts against their hold. “ Will you please -- ” It’s punctuated by Damon leaning in, nipping at his throat -- “ -- let me bite you, Daddy? ”

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thirdoriginal​:

there’s  a  silent  raise  of  their  eyebrow,  leg  uncrossing  from  their  lap  and  moving  to  be  placed  back  onto  the  floor.  ’  and  you’ve  decided  the  best  course  of  action  was  to  rope  me  into  this..demonstration  of  yours  ?  ’  hand  makes  a  vague  guesture  towards  him.  ’  and  why  would  i  do  that  ?  because  you  so  asked  me  too  ?  ’

     “ Well... yeah. You’re about the only one I get along with that’s stronger than me, if I go overboard. ” A shrug of his shoulders, and Damon’s glancing down for one beat. Another passes, and he’s settling into Elijah’s lap, a deliberate shift of his hips against him. The bourbon is long forgotten. “ Would it help if I said please? ”

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@ravenfanged​

’  if  you’ve  got  something  to  say  mr.  salvatore,  i  advise  you  speak.  i  am  not  a  mind  reader,  and  my  patience  is  not  to  be  tested.  ’

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     “ Jeez, snappy. ” There’s a quiet snort behind a glass of bourbon, and Damon sets it off to the side. “ Some vampires at the school got out of control, Alaric asked me to teach ’em how to tone it down. ” Ironic, really. “ And I need someone I can’t pop the head off of. ”

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soulscorned​:

he knows what he’s after. he’s not a fool. he’s seen the consequences of wes’s little science experiment on damon. and he’s now well acquainted with that hungry longing that damon has. but that doesn’t stop him from getting him to admit it.  enzo is shifting his leg off the table when damon decides that enzo is now a chair for him to be sat on. ’ aren’t you always ? there’s just no making you content. ’ it’s a tease if nothing else. he means nothing serious by his words. ‘ you’re not very subtle, darling. ’ hand comes to grab at the hand messing with the collar of his shirt.  ‘ ask nicely. ’

     He could just bite him anyway, drink his fill. And it seems like there’s a moment where he thinks about it, where he leans in -- before he looks up to meet Enzo’s eyes. There’s a deliberate shift against him, fangs lowering. “ I’m not nice. ” Perhaps he’s biting back. Maybe he isn’t, and he’s cutting just close enough to the truth that while playfully disobedient, it’s still getting someone other than him to admit it. If he thought he could get away with it, there would be a nip made against his throat. “ Make me, Daddy. ”

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soulscorned​:

the sun is threatening to get through curtains, but he’s chosen to simply ignore it by keeping his face pressed close to damon’s skin. ‘ for what ? more dramatic immortal nonsense ? rather not. this is much more appealing. you, are much more appealing. besides why leave the bed when i know we’ll simply end right back up in it ? ’ though he’s certainly not complaining. there’s a hint of his teeth against damon’s shoulder, but he seems to decide against it. he’d rather eat damon another way. eyes move to open, letting his gaze roam tiredly over him. ‘ besides, breakfast is already in my bed. i guess all i need him to do is - ’ there’s a gesture of his head, his arm slightly loosening the hold he had on his waist. 

     There’s a soft breath at the graze of Enzo’s teeth against his skin, fingers tightening in his hair -- he’s always been particularly fond of blood sharing. Maybe it’s because it’s about as intimate as two vampires can get, or maybe there’s an appeal to seeing Enzo with his blood staining his face. “ I can always go make pancakes, if you’re hungry. ” It’s a tease, the smirk never leaves Damon’s face. He shifts, the hand in Enzo’s hair moving to gently push him down, closer to where they both want him. “ Please. ”

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@ravenfanged​

there’s a grumble from him. damon keeps squirming in his hold, and it’s making the hold of sleep slowly get further and further away from him. voice is gravely. ‘ stop movin. your waking me up.  ’ the arm around damon’s waist only pulls him closer to him, head burying into shoulder.  leg shifts to get deliberately between damon’s though wordlessly. the arm around him, the fingers of his hand gently patting the belt loops of his jeans. ‘ but maybe that was your intention all along. ’

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     He likes pressing as close to him as he can. It never seems like it’s enough to make up for seventy-some-odd years; and yet, he still wants more, whatever Enzo is willing to give him. There’s an amused smile at the grumble in his voice, a quick kiss pressed to the top of his head. A deliberate shift of his hips against Enzo’s leg. “ So what if it was? ” It’s low, quiet; they can hear each other regardless. A hand moves to play with his hair, and he’s content to just enjoy this, the quiet, Enzo beside him; everything. “ We gotta get up eventually, baby. ”

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@ravenfanged​

  ‘ you know, considering we were practically roommates in augustine’s little underground dungeon, i’ve grown quite used to the feel of your eyes on me. what’s racking around in that brain of yours now, damon ? nothing good hopefully. ’ ah yes, always encouraging the worst possible behavior from damon. that’s his favorite. 

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     All vampires can hear the beats of a heart. It’s tempting for every one of them, but Damon’s always had that control over himself. The ability to stop when he’s had his fill, or rip someone’s head off. While he usually chooses the latter anyway, around Enzo? That control’s out the window. A pause as he finally looks up from Enzo’s neck and slips into the other’s lap, fingers idly playing with his collar. Almost playing it off as if he’s adjusting it.  “ ’m hungry. ”

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honestly though, one thing i do like to keep from the show is that post season 5, damon doesn't drink human blood. they were cowards for nerfing the ripper that feeds on vampires thing and in this essay i will -

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hit the ❤️ for a vampire in ur inbox !

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no idea who the fuck you’re talking about

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vargulfborn​:

oh they’re so not a morning person. there’s the soft hint of sun against their skin,  and it has the hybrid burrowing their head further into the pillow on the bed. but they know damon is moving, awake beside them. an eye slowly opens at damon’s one word. a hint of yellow before it vanishes as jekyll gets slightly more awake. ‘ so yer’ askin’ now ? ’ words would be barely audible if it were anyone else. a hand moves to the back of damon’s head. ‘ good boy. ’ there’s a tilt of their head,  intentional. ‘ go fer’ it. ’

     He’s tired. Perhaps that’s why he’s going for their neck and not their wrist -- he’s too lazy to go feral, he’s sleepy and sated, either ready to fall asleep against their neck or pull away when he’s had his fill. Their hand is in his hair, and Damon practically melts into them again. His bite’s gentle -- or at least, as gentle as he can get. He’s never been one for softness, especially when he feeds. 

     It’s -- different, hybrid blood. Sort of like Fireball, the venom burning the back of his throat. There’s something caught between a moan and a whimper against their throat, and Damon presses closer against them.

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@vargulfborn​ / @thirdoriginal

     Skin is cold beneath him. Not unlike his own, yet Damon cozies in anyway -- there is a sleepy sort of snort, as he raises his head from their chest. Fangs lower, and it occurs to him that asking might get him what he wants quicker; his mouth pauses inches from their neck, a questioning glance upward at them. “ Please? ”

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@ravenfanged​

  there’s  a  raise  of  their  eyebrow.  they  don’t  even  bother  to  glance  up.  damon’s  shoes  give  off  a  rather  particular  scuffle.  ‘ mr.  salvatore. ’ the  salvatores  visiting  any  of  their  family  usually  raises  a  few  questions.  it’s  often  never  just  a  social  call. ‘ if  you’re  here  for  my  brother,  i’m  afraid  he’s  dealing  with.. ’ there’s  a  slight  gesture  of  their hand. ‘ a personal  matter.  but  i’d  be  happy  to  assist  you  in  any  way  i  can.’

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     Call it stupidity. Call it a want to get away from Mystic Falls, away from Lily, away from the small little town where everyone knows everyone, where he can’t escape and just be. Where everyone seems to know everyone’s business. It’s too loud, everything’s so damn loud, and surprisingly, the hustle and bustle of New Orleans makes for a nice distraction. Booze, people who don’t know him -- perfect. There’s a quiet snort as Damon settles down beside him. “ I’m not lookin’ for anyone -- ” Except Elijah, maybe -- but then, no one needs to know that but him. “ Just had to get out of Mystic Falls for a while. ”

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conjuredmagic​:

they’re unmoved, unafraid by the monster that they’ve out of the door. not much scares them. they’ve dealt with enough traumas and things that should scare them to last a life time. arms drop from their chest when damon grabs them and pulls them forward, and despite themselves, there’s a slight snarl that leaves them. completely animalistic, and an instinct reaction. they’re usually adverse to being touched. 

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     Maybe he has a deathwish. Maybe it’s the adrenaline that gets him off. Or maybe it’s the confirmation that he’s allowed to go as feral as he wants, to let go and stop trying to curb it through human blood. The parallel to Stefan is not lost on him, but then -- Damon’s never been Stefan, has he? He’s never been the good brother, he’s the cautionary tale that he has no doubt Lily will tell her heretics, or whatever she calls them.

     “ Save the pillowtalk -- ” It’s practically panted against their neck, and his hips rock far too lazily for how riled up he is, trying to gain whatever friction he can. Damon’s body relaxes, perhaps because he knows they’ll stop him if he ends up trying to tear their head off. And he doesn’t doubt they can; they’re a hybrid, after all.  “ -- for after. ” And then he’s biting down, a whine barely stifled by their blood filling his mouth.