Hello, my darling dears. I need to get a bit real for just a sec, but don't worry that I'll be going into any detail.
I'm physically and mentally exhausted from work, in general, and I'm having some family issues that are zapping my energy and time, and it's making it really hard for me to focus enough to write anything. I'm not sure what to do about it, but I do want to let you guys know that I'm not staying away on purpose and I hopefully will figure out how to balance this stuff enough that I can use what little time I have off more creatively.
At the moment my brain and soul are two lumps of mashed potatoes, only my brain potatoes have peas in them, for some reason.
I <3 you guys, and I will be back. This isn't a hiatus because I'm trying to maintain optimism, lol.
Name: Damon Salvatore, but you can keep calling me asshole if it gets you hard.
Romantic, platonic, or antagonistic Valentine?: Maybe some kind of hybrid romantic-antagonistic thing? Seems to be working for us so far.
Biggest romantic regret?: On balance, turning your wife into a vampire backfired pretty badly on me.
What’s the worst outfit you ever wore on a date, and how did it go?: I showed up naked to a – I don’t know if that was my worst outfit. Here, let me just take off all of my clothes real quick and you can tell me what you think.
Do you prefer tacos or burritos?: Bourbon. Blood.
Would your exes write you a decent recommendation?: I doubt it. The only one who counts faked her own death to avoid me for a hundred and fifty years. I wouldn’t call that flattering.
If we could go on a date in an alternate universe, say from a book or movie, which one would you take me to?: Rumor has it you’re a history nerd. How about the civil war? I wish you’d known me in 1864. You would have liked me.
What’s your biggest selling point?: I look great naked and I’d die to protect you.
If you were/are a supervillain, how do you think you’d get caught?: I haven’t been so far. Why tempt fate?
If you could wake up tomorrow with a brand new superpower, what would you choose?: To make people forget.
Where were you thinking of going for our date?: The whole plan is to trick you into meeting me somewhere that’s so nice you won’t be able to try to kill me without making a huge fuss. And then I’m moving you into a better hotel with a hot tub. Ill get the staff to make sure the hot tub is full before we get back there. And if you haven’t tried to kill me by midnight, I’m going to sit in your lap and see how we go.
Who’s paying?: I am, although ‘paying’ is a loose term.
“You’re tenacious. I’ll give you that. I don’t know what gives you the impression that antagonism is either tinged with romance, or ‘working for us’, though, is that a vampire superpower? The power to be completely deluded?
Best I can offer you – a night off trying to kill you. I wouldn’t count on any lap-sitting, though, honestly. And don’t get too excited, I’m just trying to figure out your game.”
@the-ramblin-man - moved from that old ass ask I sent in [credit for title goes to Jill, tbh ]
“Hey, you’re the one who decided to go into the creepy building alone and not wait in the car,” he told her with a smirk, though he hadn’t actually meant to sneak up on her. The beam of his flashlight illuminated the lobby of what was once a beautiful hotel and casino, but had long since been abandoned. “Thanks for meetin’ me, by the way,” he told her. “Me and Sam still aren’t on real good terms and I figured backup might be good if my intel on this vamp nest is right.”
He set his duffle bag down on the dusty floor to rummage through it. Then he pulled out his trusty sawed off shot gun before stuffing a few shells in his navy jacket pocket. “You good?” he asked as he stood up, shouldering his weapons bag.
Jo narrowed her eyes at the man. “You’re damned lucky I didn’t blow your head off,” the blonde grumbled, not willing to admit she might have been at fault here. “Should wear a friggin bell.”
She rolled her shoulders, a shotgun in her hands, machete strapped to her thigh already. “Yeah, I’m good,” she assured him, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. That rush of adrenaline when Dean had startled her wasn’t good for a hunt, she needed to get her heartbeat to slow down, her blood to stop rushing through her ears. “How many are we looking at?”
There wasn’t much by way of a plan when Dean set out to find the vampire Damon Salvatore. All he knew was that a monster, a blood-sucking fiend of the night, was manipulating both Sam and Jo and twisting their minds to dangerous places. He couldn’t allow it. He was in the process of dying to save his little brother and he’d be damned if he left the world only to let Sam tangle with vampires. The fact that he actually was damned made no difference to him. And Jo...well, he didn’t have a word for it but since the awkward night that she’d taken care of him, the thought of her falling for a killer was unbearable.
Hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he thought about it all, seething as the face of the vampire floated before his mind’s eye. Of course, he didn’t actually know what Damon looked like, but after hitting up a few of his contacts, he was able to track down where the vampire lived.
After he parked a little ways down the road just off the Strip, he looked up the address once again. An apartment building right in the heart of the action. While it didn’t exactly scream subtle, he was thankful that there would be a lot of noise to drown out the imminent fight. After he discreetly grabbed a machete and vial of vervain from his trunk, he headed into the building and took the stairs to the floor his contact had told him. All the while, he acted without logic, fueled only by anger. It was that rash way of thinking that led him to picking the lock on the front door and kicking it down instead of trying to be stealthy.
I've been so busy, October 13th just came and went and I didn't even notice it. So, I'm ten days late throwing a party for the big '2 0'. As of this month, Faith and I have been together for twenty years!
I think it speaks to my stubborn nature that I've kept the same muse for so long, and I don't want to let the occasion go without doing something special.
So, for the rest of the month I'll mark the occasion by breaking one of my own rules, and opening Faith up for series-era rp things instead of keeping her story firmly planted in the present.
I flipping adore you guys! The old friends I've written with for ten to twenty years, and all the new faces who continue to hop on my crazy train. The folks who deal with my crappy schedule, the folks who've been there for me when things were tough, and everyone who's offered me a kind word of encouragement or a valid criticism that's helped my writing. Those muses who've challenged my Slayer, who've hated her, who've loved her more than she can handle, at times. The IC friendships, the fights, the frenemies, the never-ending basket of jokes --- the things that make these made-up worlds that Faith lives in seem almost real. That's all you guys, that's you.
You guys all rock and I don't know if I'd have reached a milestone like that without my buddies and a dash full of amazing writers, whether we've had a chance to interact or not.
As a writer, I've been truly blessed with a close-knit family of ridiculously supportive, loving and kind friends. I'm going to get all weepy if I don't shut up, lol. <3
*** PS- The texture on that image is from the amazing Shattered Memories!
Sorry to be so late getting to this, darling. I wanted to think about it for a bit. I had to rush it on the way to bed and I've gone and NyQuil'd. Please don't hold it against me if I make less sense than usual, lol.
Verse Canon: Bunkerverse
Faith misses Stefan. She misses playing football with him, misses the intensity of their supposedly platonic relationship. With him throwing her out, friendship-wise, it really does feel like she's living a new life that she doesn't quite recognize. Like everything before Sam happened to someone else. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes it's not.
The longer Buffy's around, the worse Faith feels for her. Buffy's lost Dean, she's lost her place in the group. It's not Buffy's world, anymore, and she can see her sister Slayer trying to find a new place in it all.
She wishes Sam would spend more time with his brother and less time all up in her business. #GetOutMyBusinessSam
Verse Canon: Wartown
Faith sees Angel from time to time. Watching her from beneath a street light during a cemetery patrol or when she turns away from a fight just in time to see him disappear around a corner into an alley. She's not sure why he keeps his distance, and he's clearly looking out for her. What she doesn't know is that Angel's worried that if he inserts himself into her life, he'll bring all the baggage of Sunnydale back and the last thing he wants to do is fuck up the oddly happy home she and Ric are building for themselves.
Faith and Ric are the bane of Kate Lockley's existence. Trying, desperately, to keep the LAPD's Supernatural Division running and funded (and her reputation as a spooky weirdo intact) is hard enough without running into these two violent, codependent, law-breaking vigilantes at every crime scene. She gets push-back from the department for trying to cobble together a case against them because, while she doesn't know Ric from Job, she does know Faith and isn't willing to buy the word of demons and monsters that the rogue Slayer's changed her stripes.
The Lindy Hop is the only dance Faith and Ric can do where it doesn't end up looking like they're being shot at by Buford Tanen. Partially, because it involves no grace or elegance, what's so ever. There was a competition, it had a money prize and they wanted to eat so it was either learn this damn thing or stand in bread lines, again. They don't have much rhythm, between the two of them, and there’s the issue of the limp but with Ric's brute strength and Faith's bendy-ness? They don't shy away from the aerials. They still stink at it but at least they have fun.
Verse Canon: The Great Shark Hunt
Faith's all sorts of proud of herself for the good deed she's doing for Damon, and giving herself extra props for pulling the wool over Whistler's eyes long enough to get it done. He knows, PS. She's not a good liar.
She digs Bobby. You heard me.
Even with no evidence at all, Faith's pretty damn sure Jo Harvelle is a Vampire Slayer.
If it annoyed Jo, Damon would do it and keep doing it. If it didn’t get a rise out of her he’d lose interest. He usually buys food as a prop, and she can eat all she wants.
who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple
Damon. He spins some dumb tale about how they met when they accidentally swapped packages on a park bench. He escalates the tale until she’s annoyed as hell and then kisses her on the forehead.
who has to bust or bail the other out of jail
Damon bails Jo out of jail and compels them to remove the record. Concealed weapons are the American way!
who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues
Both. Damon’s advice is bad. It’s so bad. Also he thinks he’s done her a favor by telling Dean she’s in love with him so... bad
who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes
Damon views cheating as an unwritten rule of playing games. Frankly, if you don’t cheat, you have no imagination, and if you can’t talk your way out of it when you get busted, you deserve to lose.
who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk
Damon.
who starts and who wins the pillow fights
Damon, and there’s no winner until something expensive has broken.
who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush
Both. And also to people neither of them have expressed an interest in, just to be obnoxious.
Bonus:
Damon buys Jo things in advance of getting in trouble for doing something he knows he’s going to get busted for. “But I bought you this today! I can’t be all bad!”
Alas, me hearty's, I can't seem to catch a break in 2017.
When I'm not too busy to write, something else takes me out of the game. Either an emergency, extra work I didn't foresee or an illness.
Who has two thumbs and has spent the last three days agonizing with food poisoning? This girl! It's been bad enough to disrupt my sleep and I just ate my first meal since the last time I was on tumblr, almost three days ago. I'm hoping that it stays down and that I'm able to write and get things going since I've got all sorts of muse but I'm still so sick that it might be a few days before I'm able to sit for any time period and write things.
