#heroicstud

[wordgave-archive]

@heroicstud texting meme // ACCEPTING.

[ text : damon salvatore ] your first mistake is not taking me seriously. [ text : damon salvatore ] emoji or not, i will still kick your ass.  [ text : damon salvatore ] 🔪🔪🔪🔪

[witheriingsouls]

@heroicstud. / 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐍 & 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍.

          𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖥𝖠𝖭’𝖲   𝖴𝖭𝖢𝖫𝖤   𝖧𝖠𝖣   𝖠𝖲𝖪𝖤𝖣   𝖧𝖨𝖬   𝖨𝖥   𝖧𝖤   𝖧𝖠𝖣   𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭   𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦   𝖮𝖭   𝖳𝖧𝖤   𝖫𝖮𝖢𝖠𝖫𝖲   𝖲𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖤   𝖧𝖤’𝖲   𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖭   𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤...   stefan   knew   it   could   only   be   one   person   that   would   wreck   havoc   back   in   mystic   falls.   stefan   had   been   struggling   to   stay   clean   from   human   blood   because   he   knew   well   how   much   of   a   monster   he’d   become   if   he   let   himself   indulge   in   something   so   addicting.   stefan   was   in   his   room   at   the   salvatore   boarding   house   ,   sharpening   stakes   and   ready   to   fight   the   only   brother   he’s   ever   known.

[forbesheart]

@heroicstud asked: ❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜ * (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. || accepting

SHE HATES HIS PESSIMISM.     always has. it was bad enough that damon frequently blurred the lines of bad boy & super villain. now when they were supposedly getting along all he had to bring to the table was a bleak outlook ?seriously, what was she supposed to to when his only two modes were psycho killer or angsty teenager ? this attitude of his wasn’t helping anyone.     even if he had a point.     “ maybe. but has that ever stopped any of us before ? ” she scoffs, almost shamefully at his statement. “ look, i get that friendship & loyalty are foreign concepts to you, but you have both. you wouldn’t stick around if you didn’t. & personally, i think when you care about people, you keep trying. no matter what.     nobody wants to cause harm to the people they care about, not even you ( i’m pretty sure ). but it’s not fair to ourselves or our friends to just stop trying. that’s how people end up with a cold heart, or worse —– dead. so focus on the negative all you want. i don’t give up on my friends. & you shouldn’t either. ”

[makochosena]

@heroicstud

Rikki’s attempt to piece together what had happened to her brought her to Mystic Grill. The drinking age was higher in America than in Australia, and the town was too small to get by with a fake, which was unfortunate for her, for a drink was exactly what she needed right now. ALL Rikki remembers is going to the Founder’s Day celebration and then waking up in a basement surrounded by charred corpses. Thinking about that memory made Rikki lose her appetite, but being here beats being at home.

Until she noticed someone intensely staring at her. It was UNNERVING. How long has he been there ?  A frown etched itself into her features as she glared back—a warning—before pretending to be interested in her soda.  

[andkeller-blog]

@heroicstud,    closed starter.

        he gasps out for air,  the moon shining high above his dying body,  a excruciating pain on his stomach and lungs.    he was going to die  alone.    maybe pride was his sin  ---  he did thought of himself as a good person, maybe that’s what had killed him.    that,  and the  son of a bitch  who  stabbed  him.    hope had left his body,  up until when he saw it.    the silhouette of a man,  under the poor light his only company was offering them.    he knew who that was,  it didn’t took much looking.        ‘    damon.    please.    ’        he said,  pathetically,  looking up.    tears were getting birthed,  as his beloved hope were going back to his body,  bit by bit.    hope of living,  of being able to laugh and cherish others and help whoever needed again.    he wanted to live,  he wanted  so bad  to live.        ‘    please,  damon,  i’m  begging  you  !    ’

[asynjja-moved]

                ❛ &. ┊     “  Damon  Salvatore  —  ”  the  voice  is  soft,  almost  laced  with  remnants  of  laughter  or  the  capability  thereof  when  figure  slips  past  the  proximity  required  to  catch  her.  It’s  one  of  the  very  few  moments  she  anticipates;  night  has  long  ago  become  a  benevolent  friend  to  someone  who  barely  requires  sleep,  silhouette  blends  into  the  darkness  like  a  shadow  –  and  yet  is  there  naught  quite  as  amusing  as  the  everlasting  game  of  cat  and  mouse  between  two  near  similar  creatures.  She  settles  leant  against  a  building,  fingertips  lighting  a  joint  as  the  rabid  thumbing  of  dancing  masses  inside  the  construction  accompanies  the  flicker  of  a  small  flame.  “  I’ve  almost  missed  you.  ”  A  taunting  grin  when  she  offers  him  the  smouldering  stem.  “  How  long’s  it  been?  Thirty  years?  –  although  I  must  say,  the  nineties  didn’t  suit  you  half  as  much  as  nowadays  does.  ”   @heroicstud.