#saveours

[puresthearted]

@saveours​​      (      damon salvatore      )      says      :      no   one   hurts   my   family   and   lives.

she     knew     this     day     would     come.    felt     it     within     her     bones.     she     could     sense     it.     she     just     wished     she     was     wrong.     her     past,     it     is     a     wound     .  .  .     a     wound     that     now     reopens     &     she’s     not     entirely     sure     how     to     recover     from     this.     she     is     suffocating.     locked.     stuck     in     a     world.     a     world     she     left     behind     ages     ago     :     his     world.     ‘’     what     do     you     think     you’re     doing?     ‘’     anger     is     raging     through     her,     but     there’s     also     fear.     he’s     in     her     home,     a     home     he’s     never     been     to,     while     their     little     girl     is     sleeping     upstairs.     that’s     what     she’s     scared     of.     that’s     why     her     heart     is     running     a     damn     marathon     against     the     cage     of     her     ribs.     her     daughter.     several     large     steps     are     taken,     far     away     from     him.     she     needs     to     think,     she     needs     to     function,     that     can’t     happen     when     he’s     one     step     away     from     her.     she     inhales,     hues     half     closed,     reaching     out     for     her     own     temple,     giving     her     head     a     little     shake.     ‘’     this     is     not     happening.     we     made     a     deal,     damon.     you     promised     me     to     stay     away.     ‘’     anger     is     rising     &     rising,     doe     eyes     filled     with     a     certain     coldness     finds     his,     jaw     tightly     clenched     together.     think,     think,     think.     ‘’     why     are     they     after     us,     damon?     what     did     you     do?     ‘’

[hisbattles]

meme:     ''     stay   the   night   with   me.     ''     [     katherine pierce     ]     /     @saveours​  !

𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝     𝐨𝐟     𝐡𝐞𝐫     𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜     𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞     𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬     𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝,     words     still     lingering,     causing     him     to     feel     somewhat     lost.     he     loved     her     once,     loved     her     blindly     and     wholeheartedly.     it     was     real,     wasn’t     it?     when     eyes     met     hers,     that’s     when     stefan     knew     ...     he     had     to     have     her.     ever     so     innocent,     ever     so     pure,     untouched     still.     love     at     first     sight.     she     was     everything,     everything     he     needed     and     so     much     more.     she     was     his     first     love,     touched     him     in     ways     no     one     ever     could.     she     made     him     feel     alive.     HOW     COULD     HE     FORGET?     i     look     at     you     ...     and     i     see     an     angel.     but     little     did     he     know,     she     was     by     far     from     an     angel.     she,     devil     from     within,     a     murderer     who     ruined     him.     once     his     heart     was     made     of     flesh,     now     it     is     made     of     stone     instead.     once     there     was     warmth,     now     everything’s     cold.     once     there     was     light,     now     there’s     nothing     but     complete     darkness.     her     fault,     her     doing.     and     yet,     after     all     they’ve     been     through,     after     everything     she     has     done     to     him,     he     still     can’t     walk     away     from     her.     ‘’     what     do     you     want     from     me,     katherine?     ‘’     he     asks     her,     forest     green     hues     watching     her,     a     certain     emptiness     hidden     within     them.     it     exhausts     him,     this     sick     and     twisted     game     they’re     playing.     it     needs     to     stop,     it     needs     to     end.     but     will     it     ever?     because     he     knows     ...     she’s     branded     on     his     soul.     ‘’     i     can’t     do     this     again.     ‘’

[mortaele]

he      appeared      out      of      NO     WHERE       ––––––       so     much      so       that      she      flinched,      startled.       “     i     can’t      even      get      a     cup     of      coffee      without      a       babysitter     ?     “     she    adds       some       sugar      to      her      cup     before      replacing     the     lid     and     pushing       past      him,     out     of      the      cafe.    she     couldn’t      decide     what      was     worse.     not     knowing      where      he      was     and      if      she’d      ever     see     him     again     OR    [      ...     ]    knowing      exactly      where      he      is,      watching     him       be       the      worst      version      of      himself     &     not      able      to      do       anything      about     it.                 [      @saveours​      ]

[prisoner219-a]

@saveours​  ,    " i don't know what i'm doing... " / jackson ( he's got imposter syndrome and doesn't feel like he should have come to earth because he doesn't feel like he's helping at all~ )

sam can read the panic in jackson’s eyes,  the hesitation before he touches the other delinquent who interrupts the brief silence with a hacking cough,  spitting up blood polluting his airways.  sam already suffered the worst wave of the biological warfare;  with dried sanguine caked around his eyes and his cheeks;  with his ghostly complexion and his sweat glean forehead that makes his hair stick to his forehead.  sam only sees half of jackson’s face,  who wears a makeshift mask out of fabric he found outside of the dropship;  something that isn’t containment with all of the delinquents who are throwing up blood in every corner..  but sam can read the fear within the bed of jackson’s hues.

sam throws a glance over his shoulders,  eyes narrowing on a delinquent who coughed louder than everyone inside the darken dropship;  no light in,  no light out.  the delinquent holds her stomach,  as if she can wrench in on herself and stop the pain,  but she can’t,  and she grip onto the makeshift bed beneath her for purchase.  “you’re helping all of these people,”  sam reminds,  though he knows that the examples surrounding them might not serve as much as a comfort as he thought;  but he had to try.  despite jackson’s lingering gaze onto the delinquent laid out in front of them,  sam fixates his eyes onto his profile;  he can see the sweat bead that drips from his nose,  the slack jaw beneath his mask,  and the furrow of his blonde brows.  “you came down here to ease the pain of everyone that was being sent to their deaths;  and you’re doing that right now,  jack.”  sam licks his lower lip,  feeling himself drown in his speech as he tries his damnest to quell the nerves and self doubt that brews inside the other.  “you’re here,  wiping away the blood and the sweat;  giving people water and telling them when to keep their heads up;  when they are coughing,  to not be on their backs;  you’re doing that,  jack.  you’re healing people.”

[aspiredlights]

meme:     “     how   am   i   supposed   to   trust   you   now?     ”     [     elena gilbert     ]     /     @saveours​  !

𝑇𝐻𝐸       𝑆𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷       𝑂𝐹       𝐻𝐸𝑅       𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐶       voice       echoes       around,       white       teeth       is       shown,       a       smile       so       damn       bright       gracing       handsome       features,       dark       and       empty       hues       fixated       on       the       brunette       who       stands       before       him.       little       dove,       untouched,       full       of       innocence       still.       he       sees       the       pain,       the       disappointment       within       her.       he       can       sense       her       grief,       &       the       loss       that’s       swallowing       her       whole,       piece       by       piece.       and       he       wonders       ...       where       had       it       all       gone       wrong?       his       brother       is       stupid,       reckless       and       naive       ...       but       stefan       salvatore       is       no       fool.       stefan       left       the       gilbert       girl       behind         for       a       reason,       and       he’s       eager       to       find       out.       ‘’       i       may       be       heartless,       but       you’re       naive.       ‘’       smile       fades,       another       step       closer,       tongue       drifting       out       to       wet       his       lips       as       he       studies       her,       taking       her       in.       ‘’       it’s       not       my       fault,       princess.       must       be       very       painful       ...       knowing       he       didn’t       trust       you.       ‘’       now       he’s       playing       with       FIRE,       both       know.       ‘’       i’m       nothing       like       my       brother,       elena.       you       can       trust       me.       ‘’

[mikolsone]

@griefe​: “ You’re so much different when we’re alone. ” // meme

BURIED  EMOTIONAL  PAIN,  a  trait  shared  between  them  despite  the  difference  in  life  span.  Kol  recognises  the  weight  she  bears  on  her  shoulders,  and  that  small  inkling  of  remaining  humanity  sympathises  with  her,  for  he  too  has  felt  burdened  from  a  young  age.  However,  years  of  believed  neglect  and  daggers  has  hardened  him,  stripped  most  of  the  innocence  clean  from  the  bone,  leaving  behind  a  wild  card  of  emotions;  a  psychotic  killing  machine.  Whatever  Elena  THINKS  she  knows  about  him,  she’s  incorrect.  How  could  she  figure  out  such  a  complex  monster  person  who  has  years  of  life  experience  in  a  matter  of  a  mere  few  meetings?  Therefore,  her  assumption  causes  Kol’s  lips  to  twitch  slightly,  as  if  he  is  unsure  as  to  whether  or  not  he  should  be  frowning  or  smiling.  “You  don’t  know  enough  about  me  to  make  a  statement  like  that,  darling.” 

[xgened]

                             ... ft @saveours​​

DEMONS   SLASH   THROUGH   THE   NIGHT  with  the  blood-lust  of  a  thousand  warriors.  smoke  trails  them  like  a  shadow,  their  swords  of  bone  seeking  flesh.  if  the  girl  is  frightened,  she’s  doing  an  excellent  job  of  masking  it.  nimble,  determined,  true  aim    —    this  hunter  is  impressive  and  remy  is  seldom  impressed.  he  could  oh  so  easily  disappear  and  let  her  continue  this  dance  alone  but  there’s  nothing  a  mutant  made  of  tricks  loves  more  than  a  grand entrance.  the  thief  pulls  a  four  of  hearts  from  his  trenchcoat  and  leaps  from  the  tree.  red  eyes  burn  in  the  dark  and  some  might  even  call  him  a  demon  himself;  a  deep  grin  as  he  charges  the  card  and  lets  it  fly.  shadowed  enemies  burst  into  smoke  and  goo,  tree  bark  sprayed  with  black  tar,  and  some  well-timed  acrobatics  save  his  jacket  from  a  trip  to  the  cleaners.  

he  lands.  smirks.  

                        ❝i  never  miss  when  i  shoot  f'r  a  pretty  girl.❞  

[yemaenja]

@saveours​​    for    stefan    salvatore!     (    𝒂𝒔    𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅.   )

          ❝    is    it    english    that    you    speak?    i    am    so    sorry.    my    accent    is    not    the    best,    but    i’m    almost    sure    we    can    communicate.    ❞    at    last,    the    mermaid    is    once    again    graced    by    the    sight    of    such    warm    mahogany    hues;    𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔    𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕    𝒔𝒉𝒆    𝒉𝒂𝒅    𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚    𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏    𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎    𝒂    𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆    𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆    𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.    the    last    couple    of    hours    were    restlessly    spent    attempting    to    execute    all    possible    rituals    that    could    be    able    to    save    him.    after    such    a    terrible    storm    and    human    lungs    filled    with    so    much    saltwater,    one    could    only    believe    that    the    orixás    were    by    their    side;    all    of    that    could    have    ended    up    in    a    homeric    tragedy.    what    if    marina    had    𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕    𝒉𝒊𝒎   before    even    getting    to    speak    to    him    for    once?    the    mermaid    did    not    know    much    about    love,    but    from    the    very    moment    that    she    laid    eyes    upon    the    handsome    lad,    she    knew    that    every    step    she    took    with    aching    fake    human    feet    would    be    𝒕𝒐    𝒃𝒆    𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓    𝒕𝒐    𝒉𝒊𝒎.    ❝    there    was    an    accident.    you’re    in    my    beach    house    in    búzios,    rio    de    janeiro.    you    almost    drowned.    but    you’re    safe    now,    see?    you’re    going    to    be    okay.    ❞    the    brunette    promises    with    an    enchanting    smile,    hand    pressed    to    the    top    of    such    handsome    features    as    she’s    amazed    to    realize    how    close    to    each    other    they    are.    ❝    i´m    marina,    by    the    way.    𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔    𝒊𝒕    𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕   anywhere?    ❞