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eternalxstud:
How did the world get so turned upside down? Damon had no idea. He was determined to put everything back in the right order. He didn’t want to be the responsible one, that was what Stefan did. He enjoyed doing what needed to be done no matter who it hurts or what the outcome was. Damon had his own way of doing things and it didn’t include doing things Stefan’s way which he was sure most hated him for it but he didn’t care. He wasn’t Stefan and he wasn’t going to pretend to be.
“ All that matters is that we’ll get rid of him in the end, ” Damon stated softly, his gaze staring off into space, his face blank. If there was one thing that Damon was certain about was that he would get rid of Klaus. He never objected to spending time with the witch. As much as he didn’t want to admit it they were very alike. They were both the type to do or say whatever it takes to get things done, mind you Damon was the type to not care about feelings while Bonnie tended to take them into consideration. But she was the one person he found himself at ease around. She was, dare he say it, turning into a close friend. “ You take what you can get Bon Bon, and that’s where you’re wrong Stefan was never this fun. ” he corrected with a teasing tone of his own.
she’d D E F Y nature itself to rid the world of klaus but she’d also do WHATEVER it took to ensure everyone else survived -- him included; this remained the very reason she’d found herself choosing to remain silent regarding her plans ( what he, and everyone else didn’t know, couldn’t hurt them ). in some fable of irony, she even hoped anything she’d NEED to do wouldn’t mean ruining this -- a friendship neither of them had wanted and yet found themselves in regardless.
“ we will. ” she agrees tentatively, letting her contemplations take over her features; everything seemed more uncertain than ever. “ kinda forgot what that world even looks like... ” free from chaos and loss. she’d found herself wondering if she’d NEEDED it all in the end: that maybe she’d have never become the woman she was today if she hadn’t gone through all of it. “ less of his annoying lap dogs and I could definitely find an accent sexy without the association ruining it. ” adding a hint of lightness, something to change the mood ( her own ) from something so bleek and reminiscent, into the fun he was mentioning. “ right. because he’d definitely not spend his day, drowning his demons in a bottle of bourbon... ” she chuckles at that, shrugging in a teasing manner. “ ironically I think ripper stefan might just agree with you -- prefer your choice of drink though. ”
niklause:
klaus hummed as if entertained, lips curled into the hint of a smile, but eyes cold as ice as he regarded the witch. ❝ bonnie bennett… ❞ her name was humble, unsuspecting, no one would imagine a powerful witch to stand behind it. he approached the girl, little more than a teenager herself. young, but oh so very determined to get herself into trouble. ❝ believe it or not, i like you, bonnie. you’ve got some … spirit, however inconvenient it may be at times. ❞
he came to stand before her. ❝ but you keep talking like that and you’ll need to be taught a lesson … on control, and how little you have over me. after all, you may be able to protect your friends … but surely you can’t protect them all at once? and i would feel terrible… ❞ klaus brought a hand to his chest for dramatic effect. ❝ …if i had to kill some poor innocent soul just to show you in how many ways you can lose and i can win. ❞ then he smiled, bringing his hands behind himself. ❝ besides, i don’t mean elena any harm - just a weekly donation … frankly, you should be more concerned about what damon might do to the girl. why do you think i tried to take her away? i’m simply watching out for her. ❞
she’d always burn so B R A Z E N and in ways no ice could truly hurt her; sure, he had the power move -- that with the snap of his fingers, everyone she cared about could fall one by one BUT she didn’t fear that ( not like she used to ). “ inconvenient... ” she notes as if the word was said in polite conversation, enjoying the idea that it may just get under his skin. “ I kinda see it as a pleasure -- setting traps, watching you run around like a lost puppy. ” she shrugged at the sentiment, letting the smirk seem more present in her tone than her features. “ nothing inconvenient about that. ”
he wasn’t wrong but now, he just wasn’t the biggest issue anymore...as much as she’d remain certain he’d rather be. “ you’re totally right, after all...i’m just little old me: i’d kill myself twice over to hurt you and join all the thousands of dead witches that can’t stand you... ” this all had a point, she just was putting it into terms he understood: the THEATRICS that he and his family all enjoyed dancing in. “ I don’t know about you but it’s the unknown that gets me...like what if creatures like those at the school are just gonna keep showing up. maybe you’ll be kicked out of your position as top dog ? ” questions she’d continue asking to dig deeper, get a reaction and see just how far she could push it. eyes occasionally watching his features. “ because now, you just don’t seem to scare me as much as they do. ” she noted, features crumpling for a moment as if she’d put any thought into her words. “ does it scare you, that you might just have as much to lose as the rest of us ? ”
oncearipper:
@xtrasensory // bonnie bennett
The last time he killed it was irritatingly messy. Blood in his hair, on his favorite shoes and dripping from the previously pristine leather jacket. He didn’t even get a meal out of the girl. There was no need to prolong her death as such. He could have done it swiftly and relatively painlessly, without her knowledge even, but perhaps in the end it was worth the ruined shoes. Rinse, repeat. Stefan takes a blond girl to the back of a deserted alley and wastes no time to sink his fangs on her neck. Her eyes are wide and her pulse like lightning. Her dying gasp is in gratitude. It’s then, just when he starts to feel her heartbeat weakening, Stefan drops her. His head explodes in waves of pain. So awful that it makes him fall to his knees.
there would’ve been a time she’d have D E S P I S E D having to do this to him: that once upon a time, she’d have seen her friend -- the vampire who’d given her EMPATHY for the species that had torn so much from her ( someone that had taken her prejudice and dissolved it into ash ). he was gone now, buried beneath compulsion and still wearing her friends face, but gone nonetheless.
she’d expected a run in sooner, though she’d found herself certain storm mikaelsons was where his attention laid. “ and that’s not even the best I got, buddy. ” her words were laced with poison, no warmth to them because she knew she’d be dead if klaus had any say and between person lap dogs or hybrids, it wasn’t hard to guess who’d be sent to finish her off. “ awe you missed me stefan ? I missed you too, friend -- you should’ve called... ” sarcasm steeped in the way her features stood strong and unafraid. “ didn’t anyone ever tell you taking someone down a back alley, is a trashy move ? ”
favorite characters ➤ bonnie bennett (the vampire diaries) the spirits don’t get to tell me what to do anymore. i am done being pushed around by all of you. i did it because i wanted to.
xblasphemia:
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Green eyes looked over at the hybrid before her . Something about him screamed wolf but something else as well . She couldn’t quite figure it out . Still , he seemed to be someone to be entertained by for the night . Head tilted to the side considering she didn’t know what he had said . “ fríðr ? “ She repeated as best she could .
Davina noticed the evasion of her question . She didn’t push considering she didn’t know the guy and it didn’t really matter to her . “ Yeah , “ Davina finished her drink and set it on the bar . “ – I just started one actually . Picking cute guys who like to fight with anger issue . I hear a little roughness between the sheets is another good way to release pent up anger .” She smirked . Teasing the male before her , while also avoiding his question . Its not like he cared anyways .
he took pride in his E V A S I O N: to remain unknown had become easier only in detail over the centuries but the rest -- he was so often surprised that he or his brother hadn’t had better murder attempts ( though they’d all certainly be at the fault of his rage ). “ beautiful. ” he explained with no change to his tone, perhaps finding a little comfort in the few beings who remained unaware of old norse words; as often as the good slipped into his translations. so did the bad and there was nothing better than cursing in a language few on earth knew.
that at least raised a chuckle, letting the sound vibrate through his chest for a moment before he took another sip from his drink. “ well played, ” features resting a little darker, something of a smirk finding its way into his features as if it belonged there. “ I find, all the enjoyment comes in a simple touch -- you let me see into your mind and I’ll let you see into mine. ”
mystlcmuscs:
since her arrival in the past, josie had done the best she could to adjust, and up until now, she’d thought that she’d done a pretty good job at it – but seeing caroline in person for the first time and not having it be her caroline – her mother – that had seemed to send josie into an emotional meltdown. just as she did in her time when she got overwhelmed, josie found her way to the park and took up residence on a bench that was as far away from other people as possible. taking in and letting out one deep breath at a time, the young witch did her best to regain her composure – which she thankfully was able to do before she heard footsteps approaching. turning to face the source of the sound, she offered a weak smile and a delicate wave. ❝ hi. ❞ she hummed softly. ❝ don’t mind me, just getting some air. ❞
there was always something so B I T T E R about small towns: about the reminders they seemed to raise in all the wrong parts of his brain...then again maybe they were the right parts ( he’d lost the brevity to what was earnest so long ago now ). he’d come here wanting to remain a shadow. a watchful eye to ensure his sire remained undaggered; there had been quite enough collateral to last another thousand lifetimes. “ yes, I do suppose that’s helpful to most... ” he could only WISH his ailments and demons were so easily dulled. charming smile taking over his features for a moment, the kind offered out so much his cheeks would hurt if he could feel pain so easily. he was going to leave before the commotion at the school, before his path had been reset but now he felt it best to plant himself here. able to better use his resources to understand the strange creatures that happened to be making themselves known ( they were after all the enemy he hadn’t seen coming ). “ mystic falls -- is it a good place ? ” he questioned the child, curious if she was one of the few unaware of the world around her or if she’d lie. “ specifically for business but I find both questions important. ”
xblasphemia:
She had always wondered what has become of her sons . If she had known Aethelwulf prolonged his life and still alive and around , tatia would have watched him . She would have watched both her sons and how they navigated the world as it changed . She was clever and smart enough to put two and two together once he spoke about ensuring their lives and protecting themselves . Its good to know that they still had each other .
“ I have no doubt in my mind that no matter what , I am proud of you , Aethelwulf . I am proud to have you as my son …” She watched his turmoils come to surface when he didn’t look at her . Losing her must have been hard . He was the closest to her and perhaps even when young she wondered if she had suffocated him with the love she held . Had she suffocated them both ? No matter what , tatia would always fight for them . Even against the gods themselves if odin presented himself against them . “ As my son , do not do that to yourself .”
when he finally looked up at her , tatia cupped his face . For some reason fearing this would be all but a dream or an illusion of her own making . “ It’s okay to let it all out … It is not weakness to show and express how you truly feel . “
though he could hear the words, he R E F U S E D to place them next to himself; if she’d seen the atrocities he’d committed, how often his rage had become uncontrollable then even as his mother she would regret having uttered words like proud but he could not bring himself to break the illusion -- remaining selfish enough to save her from all of it ( was that not what a loving son did ? ).
he takes her hand, gently guiding it away from his face; undeserving of the kindness that came in her touch. had the centuries done nothing but twist his demons and weave them so far into the fabric of his mind, that he would REMAIN unable to defeat them -- this too was something she’d be better not knowing. “ they lived only because of your memory; it will always remain unjust that your life ended. so they could live forever. ” the mikaelson’s whom he’d known in only hatred for what their parents took. his smile fades for a moment, blinking away the emotion that lingers. “ how do you know they won’t be your end again ? ” a question that plagued the forefront of his mind and would eat at his very being if he did not ask it. “ I’ve seen the atrocities they’ve committed: those you cared for so dearly in life and they do it all in the name of their survival. ”
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“ Unless forced to .” Hope pointed out . “ If I force your hand … “ Yet she knew it was a trait she herself had . She was a natural born leader , not a follower , and to hell to anyone who told her what to do . Especially where its concerning about her family . “ He will accept you eventually . Even be someone he trusts once you prove yourself , you know … Dad left me in your care . “ Especially after he had passed . Freya was not only her aunt but her mentor as well .
“ We deserve more .” She said firmly.
it was U N D E N I A B L E and yet, where others who use it as an insult, she could only fill the words with empathy: a kind of care only an older sister could have...or an aunt “ so much like your father. ” she notes, certain the words would resonate though she’d remain uncertain in which way. “ you know I never knew him when we were children, I never got to see what the softer sides were or the cruelty he endured; his existence was used against me like a weapon, ” she couldn’t help the slither of sadness because that’s the knife dahlia wielded and stabbed her with over and over again ( the reminder of those she’d never know ). “ i’d heard stories, as secretive as your dad was centuries ago, there was always a witch or two willing to talk -- ruthless and so much rage... ” words she’d heard a thousand times. “ but that could only ever translate to scared and alone: that beneath everything your father wanted the world to see, he was just as scared as the rest of us and just as lost. ”
there’s a hesitant smile as she approaches hope now, hand resting on her shoulder. “ I loved him before I met him because I knew what it was like and I’m certain, all of the reasons I adore you are one and the same -- ” she nods. “ whatever it is, you’re going through. ”
perfectundesirable:
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her words were met with a chuckle that pass kol’s lips. “not just a mikaelson… a tribrid… she’s a vampire. a werewolf and a witch..” kol stated to his sister. kol watched the female before frowning a little. when rebekah had first encountered freya she was asleep in the asylum in new orleans, but she was here… several years earlier… “hang on a minute… freya… how are you awake?” he questioned. “it was 2012 when you woke up…” perhaps the shift in power was the result in her awakening earlier.
perhaps if she’d been more S H E L T E R E D, she’d have found it all preposterous; after all, their brother went against nature itself in his existence. it seemed no surprise that his daughter would too ( and good look to nature in any attempt they’d make against them ). “ well, it seems in the very way our niece defies nature, she did so and awakened me....or something equally as powerful did. ” she’d admit that her arrival seemed a surprise either way, there had been no intent for her to be here. so finding out why, also meant having a way of severing all ties from the ropes that bound her ( things were going to work differently now ). “ then, I suppose, i’m not the freya you know but still freya nonetheless and one that will still need her family for all that is to pass -- if you’ll accept me. ”
contrclfreak:
pink lips pressed together, unimpressed at bonnie’s words. yes, there were people in town much older with more experience - but the fact they were pure evil was enough for caroline to know the two needed to stay as far away from them as possible. ❝ oh yeah, i’m sure they’d love to pitch in. i can already picture it - hey, would you help us? sure as long as you give over elena to be my personal blood bag. ❞ the blonde lowered her voice as gruff and man-like as she could before rolling her eyes. ❝ face it bon, our best bet is alaric or even damon before them. ❞
she supposed she ought to be a little more leinant, as she’d already crossed paths with one of the original family members. rebekah hadn’t been that bad - in fact, considering the fact she had woken up to find her boyfriend was taken by someone else and it was a new decade the woman could be a lot worse. but still…the idea of asking any of them for help felt wrong. ❝ i’m sure alaric must of researched other monsters when he was a vampire hunter….i vote him as our best bet. ❞
their help might just be I M P O S S I B L E, given her recent choices: that should they go to asshole incarnate, it wouldn’t just mean a bargain it would mean a loss of DIGNITY -- to have won and then handed the trophy back as if all the effort had been for nothing. so while she hated to admit it, there was a truth to what her best friend was saying ( that they’d need to go through the rest of the alphabet of plans first ). “ gotta give damon some credit; ever since nice stefan went bye bye, he’s been a little more...proactive with his help. ” still damon but a damon that wasn’t only working for himself. she gave a small shrug, eyes darting over in the blonde’s direction. “ worst case scenario, I’m always happy to torture an original. ” mostly a joke but it was a nice thought.
“ how about we just cut out the middleman and go find his books ? ” a suggestion because it felt more productive in theory, whether it would be in practice was a different story entirely. rubbing her temples for a second, things -- as much as she hated to think it -- were easier when their only enemy was klaus ( but evening thinking that felt wrong ).
eternalxstud:
The hero. He was never cut out to be the hero. With Stefan going off the rails Damon had to step up. He had to be the good guy getting everything back on track. It was something that he detested. Damon was the bad guy, the one to make the final decision, no matter who’s feelings he hurt, in order to get the best outcome. He was ruthless and cruel at times, he wasn’t like his brother. He wasn’t Stefan and it royally sucked. He needed Stefan to come back so that he could return to his normal habits. So that he could be the normal Damon.
This was how Damon found himself sitting on his couch, nursing some well-kept bourbon. He heard her before she even opened the door and said a word. He could only watch her with a brow raised and the bottle in his hand. “ You, a buzzkill? You could never. ” his voice was soft as he kept his eyes trained on her. His gaze tracked every movement as she moved through his house. He knew that she hated all of this as much as he did. “ Though I’m glad to know that you’ve finally sunk down to my level, by all means, grab a glass Bon Bon. Come and join me. ” he gave her a slightly sarcastic smile, not that he intended to but times were stressful. “ Do you really think that this won’t be one of the first places that our Care Bear tries to find you? I mean I’ll gladly hide you away but it’ll cost you. ”
even she’d admit he’d D E F I E D what most would’ve expected: that despite all his insecurities about showing even the slightest sign of ANY redeemable quality, he’d actually managed to do it ( even if stefan going off the rails, remained his excuse ). it had been as if the universe had pulled a freaky friday, undoubtedly with some moral lesson attached and while she missed the stefan she’d become good friends with...she couldn’t say she didn’t like the way his loss had pushed damon into being better -- positive change, right ?
she doesn’t grab a glass because he tells her to but instead because she decides it’s better to stay. to be there as some ear, for whatever annoying qualms he’d be certain to otherwise drown in the bottom of the bottle alone. “ between setting a trap for klaus and everything else in our lives, i’d say the bar was pretty low already. ” she wasn’t elena, she was willing to offer the blunt answers because no matter how much the truth sucked, facing it was better than avoiding it. “ I can already feel it costing me my sanity -- you know, stefan was never this annoying right ? ” she’s teasing, attempting to pull something out of him without being so harsh as to ask for it.
xblasphemia:
“cute . I can clearly see that .” A light chuckle escaped her lips , noting his confidence yet so much darkness under his tone and eyes . “ The type that likes a good fight to take out your temper . Bringing the glass up to her lips , the brunette witched listened to him before setting the glass down on the bar . “— Luckily for them , you don’t . “ Davina thought that she made a good call on that . Police comes with a fight in the middle of the bar , no doubt they would close the bar at this close to the end of the night . she at least wanted to finish her drink before heading home .
“ So besides fighting what do you do for fun ?”
he’d have called her a P S Y C H I C, if he didn’t have such a personal understanding of what that was: that within the old world. so many had an intuition and so many remained ignorant to tap into it -- there was something about her though. “ oh, I just enjoy a good fight. any release remains a bonus, fríðr. ” there’s a devilish grin at her conclusion. while she seemed good at reading the manipulated truth ( that all he remained was another angry soul seeking a fight ), she’d found success right at the end. he’d have commended her for that much, if he’d cared more.
“ exactly what we’re doing now. ” an evasion and a lie, shaking his glass as a means to confirm himself. he’d never enjoyed surface talk that demand a chance to dig deeper, to allow someone in where no one had been allowed for years. “ and besides stopping fights and analysis, I assume you have hobbies ? ”
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xblasphemia:
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featuring : @xtrasensory ( ansel )
Zaya found the man to look familiar , yet was unaware that the male before her was in fact , klaus’ father . After all , she was oblivious about the supernatural and well , he looked young to have even had klaus if the thought even crossed her mind . Seeing him standing there , zaya went up to the male and offered a smile . “ Hey , are you lost ? Sorry , I’m only assuming since i never seen you in town before so I can help if you need any help “ She offered.
it remained P E C U L I A R in his mind, that people seemed so generous now; he’d only ever recall the distance that remained between his pack and the rest of the village. how the minds of those with no abilities remained curious but their curiosity did not eliminate their fears ( even his children had been forbade from playing with those who were not like them ).
he did, however, welcome the change...as curious as it was. “ i’m afraid it’s rather complicated... ” gesturing to the street around them with the single swipe of his hand. “ i’m not lost but rather trying to recall a town that I haven’t been in for some time...DISPLACED -- that’s probably the right word. ”
nxtfxrhire:
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Vincent wasn’t a very talkative person now a days, having closed himself off from everyone, believing it was the best way for him to keep himself sane. And away from the drama that the supernatural world brought along. It didn’t seem to work though, as much as he tried to stay away from it, it kept coming back, events surrounding him kept happening and screaming at him that it was the supernatural who had a hand in it. Like the fire at the school. Although, Vincent reminded himself that he couldn’t get involved, he didn’t want to get involved, not anymore. It was why he left New Orleans in the first place.
“It’s painful, very painful. But they have each other for support, they’ll get through the pain and the loss together. It’s a lot worse when you have to go through it all alone.” Vincent spoke from experience. His unborn child, losing Eva to the dark magic and her insanity, it all happened before his own eyes and there was nothing he could’ve done to stop it, even though he blames himself for everything, everyday. Vincent couldn’t stay in New Orleans and look at the faces of the families who had lost their children to Eva’s insanity. “Just looking for a fresh start, away from the ghosts of the past.” He closed the notebook and put it away inside his bag. “Are you a local?”
the sheer earnesty of his situation would always R E S O N A T E; there was a certain kinship to those who could understand his qualms, that while he may have a few complicated details, the idea of being able to escape his past and build a better future seemed so...irresistible ( as if time no longer locked him in a cage, giving him rules regarding what he could and could not do ).
he’d admit most of his hopes were steeped in cynicism -- imagining acceptance from a child who could only ever perceive him as the father who’d been unable to save him: to protect him from the very violent acts that remained key ingredients in the insecurities and fears he’d took on.
“ you and I both, friend. ” he added with such a stoic tone, eyes brewing a kindness he’d always given humanity and those he did not need to know to feel empathy for. “ my family...-- they were, a very long time ago. so I suppose i’m just trying to find that again. ” hesitance in his voice, eyes much sadder than the facade he presented. “ to fix a few mistakes; you see, I have a son here, ” he speaks earnestly but holds enough evasion to avoid an identity. he would prevent harm coming to him and the siblings he cared for, could he help it. “ he never knew me. I thought it better -- believed I was doing right because I put my trust in his mother. ” trust that was betrayed and what he would always remain angry at. “ and maybe i’ll spend the rest of my life, hating myself for that but...life goes on. ”