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[geminaes-a]

@fangbangs​ gets a plotted starter

Her head throbs. A steady pulse of pain in her temples from being struck in the head an uncertain amount of time ago, and when she tries to stand from the chair she notices she’s been sitting on, there’s something sturdy wrapped around her wrists, keeping her in place. She remembers a figure, a woman, a name that sounds familiar in a distant memory, and darkness. Worst of all, she can’t find her magic -- there’s nothing she can siphon power from as long as its out of reach, and her hands shake. Lizzie feels unsteady and nauseated, but she’s not sure it has anything to do with the mild head trauma. 

Maybe its the house, clearly abandoned, that gives her the creeps. A ghoulish spine crawl, something inside her that begs her to open her eyes and take a look, like she should know this place. Like the place has magic, or it did once upon a time, but if she was still somewhere in Mystic Falls then it doesn’t surprise her. Lizzie grits her teeth, fights against her restrains. “Whatever game you think you’re playing at you better stop or start thinking about evening the odds. We’ll see who ends up tied to a chair then!”

[fashionfangsa]

DAMON AND ALI SALVATORE - @fangbangs

Mutuals - like or comment only. Personals - do not reblog

[graveyardiary]

@fangbangs // continued

     She  likes  the  way  he  gets  rough  with  her  in  response  to  her  shoving  him  against  the  wall,  biting  her  lip  as  his  hips  rock  into  hers  repeatedly.  ❝  Damon,  if  you  wanted  to  fuck  me,  all  you  had  to  do  was  ask.  ❞  Elena  tells  him  softly  before  crashing  her  lips  onto  his,  her  hand  gripping  the  back  of  his  neck  and  her  fingers  tangling  into  the  hair  at  the  nape  of  his  neck,  tugging  harshly.

[thesilvertcngued]

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Red crawls from a diamond jaw, stains tampering with a perfect set of teeth as a sleeve raises to wipe away what he can. Treads on with a maniacally satisfied look in fathomless fixtures, knowing he’s just taken the first step to arranging conflict amongst his city. Let those Mexicans beat him on fucking purpose, only to have those town yuppies record it for the evening news. He would be the survivor, the tormented, the bullied..but in the eyes of God, he is an absolute menace, comparable to that of his Fallen that dwells below. Just ahead, an imposing figure will catch his eye, but nothing can truly deter him from the high he feels now, walking tall and musing the rise of his movement. “Nice night for a victory.” He mutters, slowing his paces as he eyes his company with a touch of arrogance, wondering why he’s never seen him before. Chews on pills that are tossed into a tattered mouth, gritting the foul, white ash without any distaste disturbing his features.

[exceptvodka]

It’s not the quiet night she anticipated, though a little partying left no true mark of burden on our starlet. Tastes cheap, that liquor easily gliding down a long, hungry throat. She’s beauty, and she’s grace, but she will set fire to your face. Small stature and wide eyes will confuse her enemies, proud of her unassuming nature, though she clearly makes up for it with that big, fucking mouth of hers. Never could be a fake, and we could wager she’s in the wrong line of work --but when the cameras are rolling, it’s an entirely different story. She sees him, even dares a stare above the rim of her glass. Watches her elder flirt with him like a relentless school girl, yet knows she’s much more capable of satisfying such a rare breed of man. Fiona’s time has passed, but she’ll make nice for the evening-- after all, the old twat did voice a truce.

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[gentlejack]

My opinion probably doesn't mean much considering I've only just got here. Still, the passion in your writing for this character is undeniable. So please, accept all the awards.

How am I doing with my character? Tell me in the askbox, and I’ll publish it (almost) without comment.

[fashionfangsa]

@fangbangs continue from here

The blonde vampire was sitting down on the couch, one of Stefan’s books in her lap and a glass of wine in her hand when she had smelt the blood first before her mother came in, covered in blood. When she had asked, her mother just shrugged her shoulders, saying it was nothing, before stating something about new hunters. 

“Why were you near hunters? Did you do something to piss them off? Wait---it is you, after all.” Ali sighed, as her mother poured herself a drink and sat down beside her. Assuming this is going to be even a longer night, the blonde closed her book and put it on the coffee table where her mother’s feet are. 

“They think that they know everything, but clearly don’t.” Ali drawled, highly amused by her mother’s insults about the new hunter’s combat skills. She stared at her mother’s bloody shirt, and thought, I wonder if the hunter survived after ruining her mother’s shirt, her train of thought was interrupted when her thought was answered and then her mother had asked her about her night. 

“Not as interesting as yours, though.” Ali responded, taking a sip of her wine. “I did not have any run-ins with hunters, whether they were new or experienced, but I did get a taste of a gorgeous man that I had met at the bar.”

[graveiary]

★★★★★ / ALL THE AWARDS FOR ELENA xo

i literally adore you so much and i’m so glad that you’ve come back again!! thank you lovely. <3

@fangbangs​ / do i accurately portray elena?: accepting