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I’ve moved. xo
For various reasons, I've decided to move my account. If we see each other again, then yay, but if not, it was nice meeting you all, and I wish you all the best. xx - Amanda
sinful-solitude:
The twosome had been friends and foes and everything in between; the altering allocations products of the ever-changing values of their environment. But, despite the frequent, frivolous antics they’d each repeat, Nik knew the banality of an indifference towards Damon would perturb him far greater than near-fatalities of any feud. Nonetheless, the words had been said and the words had been his. Vain hints of a neutrality that would never satisfy either. A twitch splintered across his lips, carving a strange wisp of a smile as he replied.
"Does it ever grow tiresome, dancing the same dance with me, constantly?” He asked, knowing its resolution. “More to the point, does it ever grow tiresome knowing neither of us will ever really beat the other?”
A silver of an orange flame rose from his right index finger, a brief flicker before it was extinguished. An indifferent gesture, it was a school boy's trick, one coaxed out of him in times of boredom.
"Tiresome? Never. Let's face it, Klaus, we've both... benefited from this little interaction of ours. The alternative would simply be far too boring. What better way to will our time away then some friendly, dangerous competition? Or we could certainly seek peace as our grandfathers did, discuss our mutual cooperation for the greater good of us and our families, just like the good old days."
make me choose
anonymous asked » salvatore brothers+bars or delena+interruptions
TVD characters + MBTI • Damon Salvatore → ESTP “The Doer” "Witty, clever, observant, they are action-oriented and make decisions quickly, they may not realize or even care about the effect their words have on others."
❝ Did we fuck last night? ❞
❝ You -- - -- did not. ❞
gαяɗєη ρƖαу | тαιηтєɗтємρтяєѕѕ
The sun was a warming embrace applied to his sloped shoulders as he strolled towards the lake that bordered on the edge of the property, and substantial as the area was, it befitted the pleasant walk and company with the newest tenant of the Veritas Estate. They had met at the turn of the hour; him with restless disquiet energy as he exited the house, and her as she has she left the guest house to begin the day. With a lazy smile and turn of his head, Damon inquired ---
❝ And how are you enjoying your stay with us? Pleasant, I hope. ❞
Damon Salvatore Meme | Night & Day
Damon Salvatore Meme | Quotes
casual reminder that ily and miss you every second of every day
you are the buttercup and sara-kins of my life.
❦ somatic awakening
ask-cockyripper-douche:
Feed on me, not her. As a result of Damon’s condition, vital reasoning now led the Salvatores to a new path — neither brother had ever consumed the other’s bodily fluids before now.
+ S E L F I S H S A L V A T O R E
The younger brother presented an empty measuring glass — practically taunting in the gesture. ❝So— you get four ounces.❞ Stefan broke from sentence to tear the baring fangs at his lower wrist. Short after, he proceeded to supply the glass with four ounces of fresh blood; dangling the crimson liquid out of Damon’s reach. ❝Three times a day.❞
Damon could've gone without the side of unmasked taunt, but the scent of blood is more alluring than anything else that he's unable to respond at first instant, swept up by the metallic hints that spilled into the dusty air. Dark veins spilled, unbidden, across stark white skin beneath blue pools. He's hungry, desperately so. His wrists strained against the chains as his hands strain forward in his brother's direction, his eyes never straying from the glass.
❝ Just give me the damn cup, Stefan. ❞
sinful-solitude replied to your post:~
WHEN YU RETURN TO THELAND OF THE PLAYING OF ROLES I HOPE YOU SING US YOUR VERSION OF ‘DON’T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINA’ BUT OBVS REPLACE ARGENTINA WITH RP COMMUNITY
i just sat here and laughed omf ilysm.