#df.starter

[graevstone]

' distract me ? i think i just saw my brother snort something, and i'm trying not to crash out about it. '

[fcteful]

❝ sure, i'll take a drink. what do think is in that, anyway? ❞ davina asked, her nose crinkling as she peered into the giant cooler with a mix of beverages that someone had made. not that it mattered, she would be drinking it all the same.

[bludline]

The  music  was  loud  enough  to  shake  the  walls,  bodies  packed  shoulder  to  shoulder  throughout  the  Lockwood  estate  as  laughter  and  drunken  conversations  blended  into  one  endless  blur  of  noise.  Anora  stood  near  the  edge  of  it  all,  a  red  cup  dangling  loosely  from  her  fingers  as  she  watched  the  crowd  rather  than  joined  it.

with  a  quiet  sigh,  she  slipped  away  from  the  main  crowd  and  headed  toward  the  back  patio  in  search  of  fresh  air.  The  moment  she  stepped  outside,  the  noise  dulled  behind  her.  Leaning  against  the  railing,  Anora  tilted  her  head  back  toward  the  night  sky,  letting  the  cool  air  settle  her  nerves.  the  sound  of  approaching  footsteps  caught  her  attention.

without  looking  over,  a  faint  smirk  tugged  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth.  ❝ ⸻   If  you're  looking  for  the host,  you're  about  the  twentieth  person  tonight.  If  you're  looking  to  escape  the  party,  congratulations.  You've  found  the  right  spot.  ❞

[morallyconfusing]

damon  had  gotten  bored  approximately  twenty  minutes  after  arriving,  which  was  a  new  record.  the  bad  thing  is  when  he  was  bored  the  line  of  good  decision  and  bad  decisions  blurred  into  something  fantastic  that  screamed  like  an  old  nike  commerical:  just  do  it!  he  was  standing  on  top  of  tyler  lockwood’s  kitchen  island  while  half  the  party  was  gathered  around  him  with  drinks  and  phones  in  hand.  “yolo...  isn’t  that  what  the  kids  still  say?” yeah,  maybe  in  2012  but  who  cares ??? with  absolutely  no  regard  for  common  sense  or  self  preservation,  he  launched  himself  from  the  island  and  caught  the  ceiling  fan’s  center  rod.  the  entire  fixture  jerked  around  violently,  but  spun  once  and  he  landed  on  the  opposite  counter  top. “i’d  rate  that  like  a  solid  ten  out  of  ten,  maybe  eleven.”

[fcteful]

❝ i mean, i guess you could do beer. but like why, when we have all the things to make a pina colada? ❞ already tipsy and buzzing, her body swaying to the beat of whatever song was playing as she stood by the make shift bar area. ❝ want one? im known to make a mean drink. ❞

[bludline]

The  dark  burgundy  dress  she  wore  clung  beautifully  against  her  frame.  it  was  a  far  cry  from  the  leathers  and  furs  she  had  once  known.  It  fit  her  well  enough,  though  Tatia  still  wasn't  entirely  convinced  modern  fashion  was  practical.  In  truth,  she  was  given  the  dress  by  the  one  who  freed  her and tatia  hadn't  planned  on  attending.   Still,  curiosity  had  won.

Mystic  Falls  always  seemed  to  attract  the  unusual,  and  after  spending  so  long  asleep  beneath  its  soil,  she  found  herself  wanting  to  see  what  kind  of  creatures  now  walked  the  town's  streets. the  Viking  woman  eventually  slipped  away  from  the  crowd  and  settled  at  the  edge  of  the  Lockwood  pool.  Her  heels  had  long  since  been  abandoned  beside  her  as  bare  feet  dipped  beneath  the  cool  water.  Small  ripples  spread  across  the  surface  with  every  absent  swing  of  her  legs.  From  her  quiet  corner,  Tatia  watched.

Humans  laughing  without  a  care  in  the  world.  Vampires  pretending  to  breathe.  Wolves  carrying  that  familiar  restless  energy  beneath  their  skin.  Witches  scattered  among  them  all,  their  magic  lingering  like  a  scent  she  could  still  recognize  after  a  thousand  years. A  faint  smile  tugged  at  the  corner  of  her  mouth  before  she  lifted  her  drink  for  another  sip.

❝ ⸻ Someone’s not going to make it home tonight . ❞ she mutters . Her  gaze  settled  briefly  on  a  group  across  the  yard going off into the corner away from the crowd.

[tragedylaceds]

"history repeats itself," over and over again. Mikael knew there would be youthful naivete wherever he went given his own stern outlook on life, but still he enjoyed just being around them, just to watch them squirm, just to watch them make a terrible, terrible mistake. There were a few too reckless to even acknowledge his presence, bumping into him, offering him a drink or two, none of which were laced with vampire blood. "a shame, to see their youth going to waste, just like that. Don't you think?"

[hcpelessones]

" fuck me, she's coming over here. " jenna muttered under her breath to the unlucky soul who just so happened to be standing next to her. " the only thing worse than seeing your ex-boyfriend at a party is seeing your ex-boyfriend's MOM at a party. or, even worse, her seeing YOU. please. i need you. " big, bright eyes turned desperately toward her companion. " we need to pretend like we're having the most intense discussion of our lives or something. anything to keep her from talking to me. i'll OWE you one. "