#sanguirend

[taintedbloodlines]

🎃 + lucien

send me 🎃 + a muse to find out what they’re wearing for halloween!

"Perhaps I will masquerade myself as my maker --- after all I have a century of practice under my belt."

[milkandsins-a]

@sanguirend - closed non-plotted starter

Nora leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen, her arms crossed loosely over her chest as she watched Stefan move about with that quiet precision of his. For a moment, she just lingered there, her weight tipped into one hip, eyes shimmer with half amusement , half boredom.

“This town is lame.” she sighed dramatically for show. “Why don’t you show me something cool before I die of boredom watching you play house?

[deceptivemorals]

plotted starter for @sanguirend ♥

        the trail had not been difficult to follow. bodies (often not intact) left behind in alleyways and parlors, drained with a precision that bordered on ritual, yet laced with a savagery elijah knew all too well. new orleans had seen its share of monsters, but this particular pattern carried a signature that unsettled him and was rare. it was somewhat too deliberate, and yet ... he had not expected it to resurface here, not now. not with the hollow around.

       when at last he found the culprit, standing amidst the aftermath of another slaughter, elijah’s steps were calm, unhurried. his gaze lingered on the scene before him, not with horror but with a quiet, clinical detachment. "i must admit," he began, his voice even, measured, "i did not anticipate finding you at the center of this carnage, stefan salvatore." his eyes settled on the younger vampire, faintly narrowed, as if attempting to reconcile the man he knew with the monster before him. he had always known stefan salvatore as deliberate. restrained. a stark contrast to his older brother's impulses. yet here he stood, leaving a trail more reckless than damon salvatore himself.

       elijah clasped his hands behind his back, posture impeccable even in the shadow of bloodshed. as elijah studied him further, a memory flickered; a name spoken long ago, tinged with a peculiar reverence. the ripper of monterey. at the time, elijah had thought it a passing curiosity, some companion of klaus that perhaps was killed off when mikael made his return to chicago. only now did the pieces align, the shape of that puzzle resolving in the figure before him.  

       "it would appear i have been... uninformed," he murmured, more to himself than to the other, though his tone held a sharp clarity. "and suddenly, it makes perfect sense why my brother was so intent on keeping you at his side after the curse was broken." his eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger but in cool analysis, as if fitting stefan into a larger design.  

[g0dwept]

@sanguirend — davina claire .

dark curls cascade around cherubic features , head cocked to the side as gaze flits over the looming presence of the home currently housing the mikaelson clan . distain is clear upon fair features , green eyes dark with the emotion despite years removed from her last run - in with the family . it wasn't the whole family though , was it ? something of a tentative friendship with klaus had led to her accepting the invitation in the first place , the vampire at her side the other ( vengeance , or pettiness , she wasn't sure which motivated this decision ) .

" into the belly of the beast , huh ? " gaze turns to her side , roving upwards to meet that of the younger salvatore brother with a half - hearted smile . davina claire , fearless in the face of all ! even seeing your very messy ex .

[stagsnobility]

📸

Laughing with the first.

[chaoticordxr]

maybe we should redo our first kiss? for rebekah

as much as she hated it, her brothers were right. rebekah was fueled by her desire to be loved. it was as though there was a part of her missing all along, one that could only be found in the comfort and genuine affections of another person. her issue was in identifying the genuine part. she was easily taken advantage of; swooned and swayed by acts of mock doting to the point that it put the lives of her family members in jeapordy.

the worst part was that she was easier to read than a book. her weakness was on display for all the world to see. and while she was equally filled with rage and fire, certain people would always have an advantage.

stefan salvatore would always have an advantage.

she locked eyes with him for a moment, doubtful that his proposal was sincere - though, god, she wished there were a world in which it was. theirs was a love with potential, which she considered to be the worst kind. there was so much they'd never know they could have shared.

" or maybe we can skip past your weak attempt to confuse me and get to the part where you tell me what you actually want. " because that was it, wasn't it? it always came down to them wanting something from her, but never really her.

@sanguirend | "SOOOOO... WHAT IF WE KISSED...?" PROMPTS

[empathetixs]

❛  you don't have to leave just yet ... you could stay the night if you wanted to.  ❜ for rebekah

Did he know what he was asking for?

It was a brief moment when the original little sister thought that he was mad. She let herself inhale, her lips softening from a frown into a softness that she can't hide from him. Stefan always had that effect on her. That maddening ability to make her remember what it was like to be wanted. To be loved.

Her lips curved, a little wary, "You always know the right thing to say, don't you?" She murmured, her voice was light, playful, but fragile in her throat. She took a small step closer to him, her fingers brushed against the chair in front of her. Should she stay or should she go.

"I shouldn't…" A smile tugs on her lips, "Are you sure you know what you're asking for, Stefan?"

[freaksandfangsarchived]

💭 katherine

"Spank me. I've been a bad girl."

@sanguirend