#fairybit

[vmprre]

he    wears    the    smell    of    blood    and    death    like    a    perfume.    she    should’ve    known.    should’ve    seen    it    coming.    DANCING    WITH    THE    DEVIL.    his    hands    covered    with    blood.    the    same    hands    touching    her.    comforting    her.    warm,    gentle.    kind.    not    knowing    it’s    the    same    hands    that    killed.    he    who    takes    and    takes    -    it    is    never    enough.    hunger    for    power    and    so    much    more.    but    little    does    he    know    .  .  .    it’s    him    who’s    stuck.    him    who’s    not    under    control    anymore.    him    who’s    close    to    lose    everything    he    once    upon    a    time    wanted    and    longed    for.    and    all    because    of    her.    not    realising    she    had    been    his    weak    spot    all    along.    he    likes    to    neglect    it,    the    devil    within    him    trying    to    convince    himself    of    the    fact    he’s    only    doing    this    because    of    her    magic.    strong    arms    wrapped    around    fragile    body,    bringing    her    closer    to    his    chest    as    a    smile    curls    up    fleshed    lips.    ‘’    hey,    beautiful.    ‘’    a    moment    passes    by,    taking    her    in,    dark    eyes    fixated    on    the    girl,    knowing    all    too    well    she’s    not    been    herself    lately.    he    sees    it,    feels    it    :    the    fear,    the    anger,    the    pain.    mystic    falls    has    been    DANGEROUS    lately    &    he    thinks    it’s    swallowing    her    whole.    ‘’    are    you    okay?    i    heard    about    the    girl    . . .    she    didn’t    make    it.    i’m    sorry,    bon.    ‘’

[inspotlight]

nini's    bouncing    on    the    balls    of    her    feet,    doing    her    best    to    not    just    shout    out    what    the    present    is     from     her     excitement.    a    little    diamond-encrusted    cowboy    boot    on    a    chain    is    nestled    in    the    tiny    box    presented    to    jessie,    and    nini    can't    wait    to    see    her    reaction.    ❝    do    you    like    it?    ❞    she    asks,    pulling    her    lower    lip    between    her    teeth    in    anticipation.

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[famefckrmoved]

❝    i    feel    like    i'm    not    supposed    to    be    in    here.    ❞    daisy    says,    looking    around    the    mostly-empty    meeting    room    of    the    resort    she    was    staying    in.    sure,    she    was    being    escorted    by    the    prettiest    baker    in    the    place,    but    it    still    felt    wrong    to    be    in    an    employees-only    section.    like    being    backstage    at    a    concert,    or    the    barn    at    a    rodeo.    ❝    the    kids    will    love    these,    though.    ❞    she    says    as    she    folds    a    piece    of    paper    and    picks    up    a    pair    of    scissors    to    start    cutting    a    paper    snowflake    to    hang    from    the    ceiling.

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[clownfile]

continued from THIS ASK with @fairybit's BO.

HOW THANKFUL THAT HE IS FOR HIS MASK IN THAT MOMENT,   the perfect shield from his emotions.   there is only the glint of his eyes to be seen,   not giving away to much.   his chances to say the wrong thing are high,   especially with how easily he went about running his mouth.  there might not have been any distractions,  but he is still well aware of the barrier between them.  if she was smart,  she would have subdued him long ago  &  handed him over to the authorities.    making good impressions on a man that they were so desperate to seek out.   it makes him wonder if she is playing the long con with him,  waiting for his most vulnerable moment.   if she was smart  —  she would gain his trust,   then  she would arrest him.  

when she steps closer to him,  his body goes rigid  —  there is plenty to say  &  yet none of it wants to come out of his mouth.  fighting the urge to take a step back,   HOUSTON FINALLY  gives her something to work with.   ❝   do you think what i do is right?   ❞   a tricky question.   she might not be aware of just how little guilt he feels towards his job.   he is  not  a criminal;   he just is a man who makes  semi - poor decisions.   one who  needed  money to survive. 

[anthrcpophagi]

" you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen . " ( jessie )

“Shut up.” Maren can’t hide the cheesy smile that pulls across her lips. If anyone was pretty, it was Jessie. Maren wasn’t ugly, but compared to someone as beautiful as Jess, she felt like the homeliest person around. “You’re just sayin’ that to try and butter me up. It’s clear that you’re the prettiest.”

[vmprre]

salvatore    brothers.    everywhere    they    go    to    .  .  .    destruction,    grief    &    pain    follows.    she’s    stuck    in    the    middle    of    it.    caught    between    monsters.    no    way    to    run    from    it,    impossible    to    escape.    HERE    COMES    A    FEELING    YOU    THOUGHT    YOU’D    FORGOTTEN.    longing    for    a    shred    of    hope.    hope    that    his    brother    is    still    alive.    fighting    for    his    life.    fighting    for    everything    that’s    right.    damon    despised    him,    hated    everything    his    brother    stood    for    and    yet    .  .  .    here    he    stands,    eyes    locked    with    the    girl    who    would    go    to    the    end    of    the    world    for    his    brother.    ironic,    is    it    not?    the    good    brother    slowly    turning    into    something    hideous    when    the    evil    one    is    slowly    beginning    to    care.    oh,    leaving    town    crossed    the    mind    multiple    times.    but    leaving    her    here    to    die    -    it    was    just    something    he    couldn’t    do.    and    truthfully,    he    hated    it.    ‘’    just    get    some    sleep,    elena.    ‘’    sigh    full    of    defeat    follows    through,    dark    &    empty    eyes    slowly    finding    her    very    own.    ‘’    i    can’t    focus    on    finding    my    brother    and    babysit    you    at    the    same    damn    time.    ‘’    words    full    of    annoyance    escapes    the    vampire,    instantly    regretting    it    -    knowing    she’s    doing    the    best    she    can.    ‘’    just    .  .  .    get    some    rest.    okay?    i’ll    be    here.    you’re    safe.    ‘’

[clownfile]

continued from this ask with @fairybit / BO.

TO GET HIM TO ADMIT HE NEEDED ANYONE'S HELP WAS WEAKNESS. giving her the satisfaction of knowing that she likely saved him from seeing worse wounds, he couldn't stand to see the self - aware smile on her lips. he may not find it nearly as humorous as she does, hunched over in pain at the foot of her motorcycle. even going as far as to hold onto one of the mirrors, trying to stay on his feet. ❝ if they find out that you helped me, you're fired for sure. doesn't that bother you AT ALL? a job isn't worth something like that. ❞ as if he is one to speak about HOLDING JOBS. the only success he has ever seen in his life is when it comes to doing ODD JOBS for the underbelly of society. maintaining a normal job was almost impossible for him - not for a lack of trying of course, he just wasn't the kind of guy who could work for a BOSS & be happy.

clutching his right side, there was blood seeping from between his fingers. ❝ then why be nice this time? call your friends back here, i am sure they'd be glad to take me away. ❞

[anthrcpophagi]

"you’re kinda cute” ( early jessxmaren 👀 )

“Huh?” A part of her is convinced she misheard Jess, raising her eyebrows in confusion. Neither of them seemed to be the type to give out compliments easily, so surely Maren must’ve heard her wrong. With her messy hair and morning breath, she didn’t think she qualified as anything even close to cute. “Don’t make fun of me. My heart can't take these kinds of jokes..”