#stamour

[fathianasrartscrap]

Saint-Amour Mystique #shortsviral #díadelosmuertos #EternalLove #stvale...

[petitsdieu]

tall is debatable but she’s only 4’9(?) so i think it counts <3

The more I blink, the more half-hearts I see and that's funny to me! ( despite her usually going for over 6 footers as long as your a foot above her, it counts! i don't know how many bingos are here but its def a winning card! )

𝒇𝒕. @stamour

[klaeus-a]

sitting here trying to figure out if love would be a stephan fan and i’ve come to the conclusion that i have no idea <3

don't worry, becoming a stefan fan is pretty much guaranteed once u get to know him hehe also the half hearts are sending me fdfslkaj

[enchaentd]

❛  can't you just move on and forget about it already?  ❜ from love who hasn’t talked to anyone in years until allie showed up in their cottagecore vampire lair one day <3

grumpy x sunshine sentence starters, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

        it’s only words,   but she feels it so much deeper,   a push away,   her heart quivers as if it had been lunged at.   love gave her an inch and she could stop taking.   asking and prying and begging for more,   after the littlest peek into their life.   pushing open a window,   allie standing on her tippy toes to reach.   they’d turned,   sharply.   allie was startled,   in a way.   a doe caught in harsh headlights.

        “ forget about it … ? ”   she feels the air turn sour and shaky,   uncertain,   she felt like she couldn’t move.   what did she do wrong?   what did she say?   do they hate her?   they must,   oh,   she can see it on their face-   “ but- but i don’t want to!   i don’t want to forget it.   please don’t- please don’t make me forget about it,   i don’t wanna’ forget anything about you. ”   the fairy girl begged,   pleaded,   all but falling to her knees.   but her eyes spoke of it,   the way her pout trembled,   earnestly.   please,   please,   please,   i just want you.   let me remember,   please.   sudden,   out of fear of losing them,   being tossed out into the rain.   allie takes their hand,   one between two of hers,   desperate.   “ please,   i don’t wanna’ forget.   it’s important because it’s you,   and i- i wanna’ hold onto you. ”

[enchaentd]

📐 + 5'10 🙂‍↕️

height comparison meme, accepting!  ˎˊ˗

there weren't outfits cute enough for love but I LOVE THEM

[enchaentd]

permanent new bloggie starter call, always accepting!  ˎˊ˗             featuring;  @stamour ♡

        the rain,   heavy and unrelenting but shaded by the trees,   weighs her down just as much as the leafy green limbs above her.   her hair is so wet it drips down into her eyes,   her eyelashes carrying so much water that it blinds her.   she’s like a fountain of a girl,   and she can’t stop giggling.   she’s only a little cold,   really.   allie holds her darkened floral sundress up to her hips,   wringing it out as she continues to wander.   she feels something in the wind,   almost like smelling spices,   but it summoned a different sense of hers.   she can’t decide if she’s following it voluntarily,   or just being tugged along.   either way,   it’s nearly hypnotic, and she loves it.   it leads her to a beautiful garden,   outside a beautiful cottage.   it reminds her of home,   but lacks the haunted, sweet tooth memories tucked between the path stones.   this is fresh,   and new,   and exciting.   the flowers are all romantic shades of pink and red and she crouches to meet them,   chattering about their lovely home and all that resides nearby.

[teoporiuli]

@stamour said ❝  can i ask what happened here—  how did you get this one?  ❞

" this? " the god turns slightly as they reply, fingers touching the spot on their left shoulder that love is hovering over. the scar itself is long and jagged, a diagonal slash running the wrong way over the flesh and bone beneath. armazi remembers it well. it had held significance to them prior to their godhood.

they offer love a slight smile, pulling their hand away from the scar. " a knife fight in my previous life. it took a piece of bone with it. "

EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS --- not accepting

[mad-hunts]

@stamour sent🔪 to walk in on my muse standing over a dead body.

there was something wrong with him. and for barton to say that meant that whatever he must've been experiencing was simply too hard to ignore, and/or just that bad — this situation itself definitely being able to fit into both categories. barton had woken up, after all, and the first thing he'd noticed was that he had no freaking clue as to where he was. plus, his head was pounding as if someone was using a jackhammer on it, causing a groan to leave his mouth rather quickly. did he get blackout drunk or something? barton was starting to think that could very much be a possibility until he turned his head.

what was sitting next to him certainly caused any semblance of sleepiness in him to dissipate, as it wasn't a pretty sight at all. the man had been stabbed in the cheek right below the eye and his cornea was leaking blood because of it as well as his cheek. there was also a noticeably big bruise on the other side of his face that was now paler than it should've been (seemingly because of pallor mortis). it didn't scare barton, but it did startle him as he was not expecting to see that at all. what the hell had happened to cause all of this and perhaps more importantly, what did he do? barton tried to remember but failed at first as he rose a hand up to his temple. he was able to feel that there was a semi-deep gash there and then it all clicked.

the man beside him was one of the people that seemed to act as an enforcer to an up-and-coming gang that'd been forming in gotham during the last few months. they'd already made quite the name for themself, since they were known for trafficking weapons in a town that was full of criminals, but the leader of it decided he'd wanted to branch out a little; reaching out to barton in order to buy pharmaceuticals from him that were very illegal and for good reason. but like a lot of these gangs run by quote unquote 'young people,' the leaders of them often got greedy and all of a sudden, they were trying to haggle him for much more of the substance than they'd actually bought from him. things only escalated from there then whenever he refused and now... well, it seemed the rest of them had ran off somewhere to do any combination of licking their wounds, and trying to recoup from all of the losses their dumb boss had caused to be inflicted upon them.

they had met in what was possibly one of the most cliché places possible (an abandoned building) in barton's opinion and so he thought he'd be pretty safe to just leave from here. but as he was getting up, barton heard something clatter behind him. there was another person here, perhaps intending to do some urban exploration, who'd now seen him with the body. barton's gaze went steely whenever they landed on love and he hurriedly reached down to pick up the bloodied knife not too far from the man he'd killed. he cleared his throat, the rotting mask he wore making the sadistic smirk that was forming on his lips somehow even more dreadful.

❝ oof... i bet you're feeling pretty unlucky right about now, huh? well — whatever you do, don't feel sorry for this scumbag right here. he was just about as bad as they come, ❞ barton pointed the knife he held in the other's direction, the metal gleaming in the light, ❝ how would you like a head-start? i mean, before i kill you, too. ❞