#salvatoraes.

[lahbonairss]

@salvatoraes​   ♡’d.

                “  i’d  like  to  say  i’m  okay  but  i’m  not.  ”

[ghuliez]

[TXT] : are you free tonight?

⁽     SMS   …   steffy.     ⁾     awe,     u wanna c lil ol’ me?

⁽     SMS   …   steffy.     ⁾     im like soooo flattered!! ^-^ cute!!!

⁽     SMS   …   steffy.     ⁾     is dis gonna involve something fun,     or will u bore me 2 death?

⁽     SMS   …   steffy.     ⁾     i dont want 2 be bored,     stefan!!!!!

[foretales]

how is our favorite gremlin?

she's crouching in the shadows like a spider, face covered with nacho cheese, eyeing stefan with a pair of brown eyes that are both wild and wise all at once. the gremlin takes a bite of the cheesy gourdita --- then another, and another, until flakes of food cover her overalls as well as the diablo sauce she had drowned the gourdito crunch in. she hungers. she waits. live mas.

[foretales]

breaking ur rules, i’m following u first

is that u

[foretales]

3po oh 3po where for art thou?

❝ oh master stefan , ❞ clank , clank , clank goes his metal feet against the pavement as his arms wave about in the air franticly. ❝ i must regret to inform you that your caged rabits for feeding are ... missing. i do not know who the culprit is , but once i do i shall bring him before you immediately ! how terrible this is ! ❞

[foretales]

 ❛ ❛    so, ignoring your brother, or katherine,  or anything else did you have an alright birthday ?     ❜ ❜ a small smile blossoms on her oval face as she slips a hand in stefan's,  ❛ ❛   you can be honest with me.      ❜ ❜

@salvatoraes ❤️ for a random starter !

[foretales]

" hello, three - pio ! " he pats the droids head.

"oh, master stefan, how i've ," he stops his metal hand from caressing such a perfectly sculpted jaw mid-air. people are looking. what would happen if they knew ? "what i mean, of course, is how are you, my friend ?"

[beingstories]

@salvatoraes​

“   you  have  that  look  in  your  eyes  again,   ”   doe  eyes  squint,  “   you’re  either  very  deep  in  thought,  or  i  smell.  it’s  me,  isn’t  it?   ”