#;damon { intro }

[haydenigmatic]

Lord Damon Lavone (La-vohn)

Meet Lord Damon Lavone, the young lion of Pemister and heir to the second wealthiest man in The Eight Kingdoms. A cocky swordsman with a golden armour, he's a young legend on the making as he navigates the complex dance of politics, love, and family expectations.

Face claim Ben Dahlhaus and David Entinghe and as for the voice guess Theo James is the voice I picture him with.

Main Family Dynamics:

Duke Leander- The Father With High Expectations:

A powerful figure and the Chancellor of the King, holds high expectations for Damon as the heir. He sees Damon's behaviour as a reflection of the family and expects him to embody the dignity befitting his position. The threat of exile serving just a disciplinary measure.

Duchess Annelise - The Pressing Mother:

A prominent figure in Damon's life, always on the lookout for potential marriage matches to secure alliances and further the family's status. Her constant pressure on Damon to conform to societal expectations creates tension, as she envisions a future for him that aligns with her political ambitions.

Lady Odette - The Supporting Sister:

Damon shares an unbreakable bond with his younger sister, Odette. She is not only his sibling but his confidant and the one person he would protect at any cost. The siblings have a unique understanding, often communicating without words and relying on each other for emotional support.

Some details about him:

Memorable Quote: "Steel may define a swordsman, but it's the weight of choices that forges a man's legacy."

Has a penchant for late-night gambling, often frequenting hidden establishments where he can indulge in games of chance.

Is left-handed, a fact that surprises and sometimes confounds his opponents in duels, adding an element of unpredictability to his fighting style.

His horse, "Zatamnjenje" (eclipse), is even fore famous than he is, known for her speed and agility. Damon being an accomplished horseman, skilled in jousting and mounted combat.

His training regimen includes unconventional methods, such as practising swordplay blindfolded to enhance his reliance on instincts and sharpen his reflexes.

Known for his self-confident grin, Damon has a catchphrase that he often uses when faced with challenges: "Fortune favours the bold."

He would go to great lengths to protect those he cares about, even if it means putting himself in harm's way.

His prowess with the jousting lance is unparalleled, earning him the title of the finest jouster in the Eight Kingdoms.

He is quite flirtatious having charmed several girls into his bedroom, it's hard to name a woman who doesn't want to get on with him.

Alcohol becomes a way for him to numb the stress and mask his true emotions, especially during moments of vulnerability.

The strained relationship between Damon and his father, stems from a dark open secret. Years ago, he orchestrated the strategic elimination of a rival noble house, sacrificing innocent lives, including friends of Damon. Discovering the truth about this ruthless manoeuvrer, he is burdened by guilt and resentment, feeling betrayed by his father's actions. Leander, aware of Damon's knowledge, views his son's defiance as a threat to the family's reputation.

#if game #if wip #interactive fiction #ro's #oc intro #tbotd #the blood of the dragon #damon

[damon-hargrove]

Damon Hargrove / 35 / New York City

Accepted into West Point with a full scholarship at 16, Damon was often described as "exceptional." After graduating top of his class with honors, his affinity toward combat and sniping led him to the marines.

After years in war-torn cities fighting for his country, Damon was approached by a company who called themselves The Eye. Damon didn't hesitate, and he walked into his new life.

Now, years later, Damon is currently in a more senior position within the company, overseeing multiple associates and is well on his way to becoming a board member.

Damon's need for power and control is what drives him - and he'll stop at nothing to sit in the highest seat The Eye has to offer.

#( damon intro )

[stereotypcs]

𓏲  *   ⸺   pictures of damon jaehyun park,  the  twenty-seven  year  old  formula one driver,  have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to rumored tension in the championship team after a fight was overheard between the two teammates post race — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their red bull team hat as the only spark of color in his otherwise all black attire, pulled together by his signature leather jacket, they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more charismatic than impulsive. their critics say that they’re more mercurial than dauntless when they aren’t too busy focusing on their ichor that burns in your veins , a hunger barely contained , a rage fighting for freedom ; the roar of the engine as the lights go out , a contrast to how still you become as hard-earned skills takes over ; flashing a smile that is equal parts charming and dangerous ; they warn you that like icarus you too shall fall but you only sour higher and higher - you were not so foolish to forge wings of wax. reputation.com has taken to calling them achilles in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ).

basic information.

full name: damon jaehyung park. nickname(s): dae ( close friends only ). age: twenty-seven. date of birth: march 29th. birthplace: new york city , new york. astrological sign: aries. gender & pronouns: cis man , he / him. orientation: heteroromantic , heterosexual. languages: english , korean , some french & spanish. occupation: formula one driver for oracle red bull racing , current & three time world drivers' champion.

personality.

positive: charismatic ,  dauntless ,  driven , clever , adventurous , flirtatious , bold. negative: impulsive ,  mercurial ,  arrogant , combative , headstrong , unforgiving , fiery. moral alignment: chaotic good. temperament: choleric. mbti: entj - the commander. enneagram: 8w7 , the maverick.

family ties.

father: christopher park , mechanic , deceased. mother: mina park née kim , nurse. siblings: none. family financial status: grew up middle class , his success in formula one has elevated their financial status. pet: duke , a male boxer.

history.

when damon park rose to prominence in the world of motorsports, no one would be able to say nepotism or legacy had anything to do with it. born to working parents in brooklyn, his life initially looked fated to be nothing out of the ordinary. but then his father was employed as a mechanic for a formula one team when damon was five and he was exposed to the world of motorsport for the first time. all it took was going to one race with his father, in monoco of all places, and damon refused to stop asking his parents if he too could race. his mother was hesitant, knowing how dangerous the sport was, but eventually agreed.

he was six when he started karting and seven when he entered his first competition. it wasn't a smooth road at first. not due to skill, but rather money. maintaining a kart and traveling wasn't cheap, and money wasn't something the park family had in spades, but they made it work. eventually, damon started winning not only races but titles and championships, proving himself against others in the league, making a name for himself, and getting signed to a karting team. throughout it all, his father was his biggest supporter. they worked on maintaining damon's kart together, discussed strategies, and christopher, who was still working in f1 and therefore traveling with the team, did his best to attend every practice or competition he could. when damon wasn't competing, he was often traveling with his father, his parents having agreed to homeschool him so he could dedicate himself fully to his dream.

the stars seemed to be aligning; he had graduated from karting to formula three, and he also joined the red bull junior team. it was all but confirmed that the next year he'd be brought up to formula one, skipping over f2 entirely, as a driver for red bull's secondary team, torro rosso. and then his father got sick. it was sudden and fast. damon barely had time to come to terms with the fact that his father was terminal before he was gone. the loss hit hard. were it not for his mother keeping him from acting rashly, damon might've left racing altogether. it'd always been something his father and him had done together whether it be watching races, working on cars, or discussing strategies. but grief faded and was replaced with determination. his father wouldn't have wanted him to give up so he wouldn't; he'd make history.

he didn't look back after debuting as a formula one driver at only seventeen years old. the entire time damon kept his eyes on his goals the entire time, adding victory after victory to his resume until he claimed his first world drivers' championship, followed by his second the next year, and his third the year after. the eyes of the world were on him. some of his fellow drivers preferred avoiding the spotlight but after working so hard to get to where he was, damon loved it, embracing the more glamorous lifestyle his growing success provided him, always having a smile for the cameras, so long as it didn't interfere with his racing. he might've been considered the golden boy of f1 were it not for his quick temper, because for as cool behind the wheel and charming off track as damon could be, his temper was just as fiery. if an article wasn't writing about his latest victory or public appearance then odds were damon was making headlines for getting into fights, normally verbal but he was caught throwing a few punches over the years.

inevitably it led to conflict amongst the team, particularly when damon and his fellow driver began getting into more arguments recently. his manager would tell him he needed get a better handle on his attitude, but damon knew that with his reputation and success, he wasn't really at risk of being dropped from the team. he's at the top of the world and has no intentions of coming down anytime soon.

headcanons.

known for his fearless and daring driving style. his overtaking skills are considered legendary amongst the f1 community. also well known for working with the team to plan out his race strategies, including adapting the plan mid-race based on how the car is feeling.

it's very rare for his temper to show itself during a race. his radio messages to his engineer normally calm regardless of what is happening on track, which then causes surprise when, if damon disagrees with the team instructions, he simply ignores them or when post race he'll confront another driver for a racing incident despite sounding calm when it happened.

mama's boy. the first big purchase he made with his winnings was to get her a penthouse apartment in new york. has told her repeatedly that she doesn't have to keep working but she insists she wants to.

actually a skilled mechanic in his own right. he likes to fix up cars in his spare time.

extremely charming. damon knows how to play the role for the cameras, and he plays it extremely well. but he can also turn it off equally as fast if someone pushes his buttons regardless if the cameras are still rolling.

isn't afraid to flirt and has dated casually but only had one serious relationship that ended suddenly two years ago and quickly became a topic that his team tell interviewers they aren't allowed to ask about.

owner of am act first, think second kind of mindset.

his go to mode of transportation is his motorcycle.

hates being a passenger when someone else drives but he also doesn't know how to drive slow so not many people like when he drives.

a huge adrenaline junkie! always up for going on an adventure. the bigger adrenaline rush it provides the better. during the off season, he often goes rock climbing or snowboarding.

has a good heart beneath his rough edges. the people who he is close to quickly discover that damon is incredibly loyal and protective; his friends are his family.

#i. damon park ›› intro. #wealth.intro

[sleepinghollowsthehead]

about me!

my names abbie but you can call me julian, he/she/they, 14, british, bisexual, suspected autism but its not diagnosed yet…

interests are mainly british music, mostly 80s-90s. my carrd has a list of some bands(made it for twitter so ignore some stuff). i am the biggest blur fan🤫

also intimidated by most people but i want to talk!!!

if youre homo/transphobic, racist, ableist, etc..Get lost!

#blur #blur band #britpop #damon albarn #graham coxon #im new help #intro post #bisexual

[lexamiele]

About Me

Hi gorgeous, welcome to my fic blog!

I'm Lexi, 22, & a full time grad student researching economic history. When I get tired of thinking about nineteenth-century market mechanisms I write about my comfort characters.

My main blog and the blog I follow from is @mightymargaretofanjou.

About the Fics

Currently writing for/interested in writing for:

Harry Potter (all eras)

Outer Banks

The Vampire Diaries universe

I hope to expand to new horizons eventually, once I have more time on my hands! This is my current masterlist.

I do not consent to my works being reposted, even with credit! Reblogs only, please!

Requests

Because of my time constraints/need to prioritize my research I cannot guarantee that I will fulfill requests at the moment! However, you're absolutely welcome to submit ideas for any of the fandoms I write for and I'll try my best to get to them. Because I have so much familiarity with the source material, Harry Potter requests are probably most likely to be fulfilled but I'll try not to actively prioritize one fandom over the others.

I don't write: smut, canon!Tom Riddle or canon!Rafe Cameron (I love love love writing for these two but they will always be at least slightly ooc), relationship violence or toxic relationships

Profile Pic

My current pfp is from Ava on Pinterest here. Header image is mine.

Images

Unless I indicate otherwise, the images I use on this blog are my own! Please don't use without credit <3

#writers on tumblr #fanfic #dark academia #golden trio era #marauders era #tom riddle #harry james potter #theodore nott #slytherin boys #intro post #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #rafe cameron #outer banks #jj maybank #the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore #damon salvatore #kai parker

[justhugsplz]

Thoughts on watching Schloss Einstein again for the first time in... 15 years?

after one second of Joel: he is my favorite character and also aroace

i hate the gym teacher

Nolin: :(

#also does the intro have new lyrics? pretty sure they didn't mention the internet... back in my day #*feels instantly ancient* #*insert old matt damon meme* #schloss einstein #schloss einstein spoilers #tags i never thought i'd use #shoutout to @unscharf-an-den-raendern for dragging me into this mess

[fatefeared]

(Ian Somerhalder • He/Him • Cismale • 25/170 •) did you hear IF I SEE ANYTHING I HAVEN'T SEEN BEFORE I'LL THROW A DOLLAR AT IT? it reminded me of DAMON SALVATORE. rumor has it they’re from the PAST. they say they’re a VAMPIRE, that explains why they’re loyal to HIMSELF.

BASICS

Name: Damon Salvatore

Age: 25/170

Gender: Cismale

Date of Birth: June 18th, 1839

Place of Birth: Mystic Falls

Nationality: American

Species: Vampire

Sexuality: Heterosexual

FAMILY

Mother: Lillian Salvatore †

Father: Giuseppe Salvatore †

Siblings: Stefan Salvatore & unnamed half sibling from his fathers side †

Nephews: Zachariah Salvatore †, Joseph Salvatore †, Zach Salvatore

ABOUT

Damon's full bio is linked here.

As I've played Damon many times in the past, I have conjured up multiple head canons of what he went through as a kid growing up in the Salvatore home that I'll post intermittently.

Damon has spent the better part of his vampire life living it up (and even living it down when he was captured by the Augustine Society) and fulfilling the promise of making his brothers life hell - as well as looking for ways to free Katherine from the tomb.

His initial reason for coming to Mystic Falls is to finally free Katherine from the tomb (that she's not in, unknown to him), it's an added luxury that his brother happens to be here too. Two birds one stone.

There also happens to be this invisible string that has pulled him back to the small town in the form of the Hellmouth.

There's a lot of things that Damon has done that I do not agree with and since this is pre!tvd - I will not be playing him strictly canon. However, this is not me erasing the things he's done (like in the case of Caroline) as that also impacts Caroline's story. This Damon won't make the same mistakes Damon in the future did, if that makes sense.

I'm super excited to get to write Damon in a different way than the show. He is open for any and all kinds of plots!

#hellsmouth.intro #intro. damon salvatore

[stonyponyofficial]

🎧 oops i forgot to turn caps lock off..... well have another one as compensation :3c

oh hey -w- chill music time yeahg let's do it

and a chill song to match awesome!

this one isn't very lyrical so......

posts it all. there's just another chorus after this.

if ur wondering about the bird/seed imagery this is off a compilation of bird songs "For the Birds: Volume I" that a bunch of artists made bird-related songs for. anyway the bird and seed imagery are everything in this one. if i HAD to pick a favorite line it'd be

"If i was a seed, id hitch a ride on some bird, some western beast"

idk i just feel it every time.

#violet originals #i did not know Damon albarn and mark Ronson (and also some guy called Wale) made a song on this until now. it is not very good #okay I take that back the rap part is good but Damon has the weakest intro and outro possible. #okay im making a song about birds. how about if the intro and outro was just me asking 'can u hear the birds calling' repeatedly #WAIT THERE ARE FIVE VOLUMES NKW

[maramatoh]

King Damon de Ressa

"Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt." -Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Damon tends to be polite and charming but the young man becomes cold when he feels that it has to happen. Damon wanted the throne as much as his beloved older sister, Atheris. With the mindset that none of his older siblings was fit to the throne. Not the annoying and love sick Prince Richard, not the ruthless and cold Princess Atheris, and especially not the naive and meek Princess Freya. Damon genuinely thinks that he is the right one to sit on it, the right King after his father.

Such things that get inserted in his mind by his mother.

Damon is smart and vigorous. He spends his time reading books in the library, but he doesn't get cooped there, because he also spends time in training thus he is skilled in combat. He is skilled in all combat methods Sir Arnold taught him: swordsmanship, archery, and close combat. Thus, earning a muscular build and a scar on his cheek for it. After all of his training and reading and other efforts to get the throne, Damon was successfully chosen by the sword to be the new ruler of Rhivenia.

Generally, he treats people with respect and is polite and warm, he is confident and playful when it comes to socializing or just talking to people in general. Which makes him charming, remarkable, and magnetic. However, he is not necessarily kind but not necessarily cruel either. Yes, he commonly treats people with kindness and humility but how people treats him will mostly decide his actions and opinions.

Damon appears to be independent and hard-skinned, he swore that he won’t let himself be easily manipulated even if he does manipulate others. But this is different when it comes to someone or to the people he absolutely cares for or has been there during his earlier years. People like that will find it rather easy to make him believe things and inserting stuff in his brain, this is partially but mostly the reason why Damon wanted the throne, Queen Alvena must’ve inserted in his mind that he needs to train to achieve the throne.

With his new title as the King of Rhivenia, Damon changed himself and his ways that he thinks fits a king such as himself. From good to neutra and from stoic to confident, he is well aware that some people might be displeased with the latter but he does not care what people think. He is very well aware that a lot of his own people doubt his ability to rule a kingdom because he is the youngest of the heirs thus he has less experience than them. But it's alright for the young king, he is understanding of their doubts about him.

Though he would be absolutely have a hysterical and sadistic amount of satisfaction once he makes the forcefully get onto their knees and bow down to him.

Damon is willing to put up a front as a neutral king. While he is known to be merciful and very trusting during his young years as a prince, his ruthlessness and coldness would now fruit more, Damon will and he will earn the respect of his own people and make his enemies fear him. He wants the power that the fear for him can bring.

Damon appears to be a contrast of merciful and ruthless, sometimes evil and malicious but sometimes not. He will show Rhivenia and other rulers that Namherys, the Lord of Swords, has chosen the right and suitable ruler for the throne. Whether it's by force or not would be decided in place.

Relationships

King Charles - Damon doesn't love his father but he doesn't hate him either, he just doesn't care about the man. Charles didn't bother to show that he cares about his son so why would he? Though Damon poured a lot of effort gaining Charles' approval of everything he does for his mother. Damon didn't feel anything when his father's death was finally announced, though there was sting there, but that was all. While Charles neglects Damon and his sisters and took a stupid favoritism towards his older half brother when he is still alive, Sir Arnold took the place of a father in Damon's heart. While King Charles has the title, Sir Arnold has the place. Damon will name his first son after Sir Arnold.

(Ironically, King Charles’ beliefs is the reason why Damon thinks that King Oliver deserved to die and he also believed that Charles did the right thing by executing Prince Francis.)

Queen Isabelle - Damon and Isabelle don't talk much unless they have to, he just mostly ignores her presence. Damon got influenced by his mother growing up, he is well aware that his mother outright disliked Isabelle, which is the reason why he never puts effort on having a bond with her or even talking with her. Damon had no strong feelings towards his step-mother until he became king.

He looks like he is indifferent towards her but Damon started to become strongly suspicious of her which became outright hatred towards her, which now includes Richard himself. Damon doesn't want to be anywhere near the woman, but whether he will have her executed in any means is still yet to be decided.

Queen Alvena - Damon loves his mother dearly, after all, she filled the void caused by his father's neglect. Besides that, Damon was rather influenced by Alvena when he was growing up. While a lot of people think negatively of her because of her ruthlessness and coldness, Damon admires his mother because of that. because that is not all she has, she is protective, brave, and intelligent. Damon wanted to be just like that. He greatly admires and respects his mother, after all the things she did for him.

Damon is even willing to ignore or forgive his mother's flaws, which also includes the fact that she poisoned a innocent woman and killed her babe when its not even born yet.

Prince Richard - Their relationship started out as great, young Prince Damon is happy for Richard when he told him that their father trained him.  He is happy for his older half-brother because he actually loved him, poor little Damon doesn't understand how favoritism is bad since it means that his brother is receiving love from their father.

But as Damon gets older, he now realizes and learns that it was a bad thing, especially for both him and his sisters who never received much attention and love from their father compared to Richard. He started to dislike his brother because of their father's favoritism towards him. It might just be his mother’s influence on him speaking but Damon strongly dislikes Richard, to the point where he didn’t even think a second about whether or not to marry him off for an alliance to make “use of him”. (Meaning that Damon deemed Richard to be useless after Damon was crowned as king.).

Hatred for Richard seems to be one of the things Damon inherited from Alvena. After all, Damon have intentionally took 3 things from Richard in purpose to hurt him: his freedom, the love of his life, and his uncle's life. We'll yet to see if there is more to be stolen.

And you know what made Damon and Richard's relationship fall out completely other than the favoritism? Well, a certain lovely girl just caught the attention and was fancied by both of the Princes of Rhivenia with one of them becoming king, that’s all.

Princess Atheris - Their relationship started out as neutral, they don't dislike each other but not close either. It probably has something to do with Richard. As said before, Damon and Richard's relationship started out as great, but since Atheris just outright dislikes Richard, Damon and Atheris didn't become as close because of this. Though Damon did treat Altheris like a sister, and often even agreed on her savage outtakes and opinions.

But they started being close when Damon started and learned how to dislike Richard, with Damon finally being able to sympathize with his older sister’s point of view and understanding it. While Damon is still being disapproving of how her temper rises, he still managed to create a strong bond with his sister because she reminded him a lot of Alvena. They became best friends, Damon deeply trusts his beloved older sister, and was willing to take countless and unmeasured pain for her.

Princess Freya - Most beloved and favored sibling he has, which would be the reason why Damon will be naming his first daughter after Freya. Damon loves Freya so much that he will kill whoever tries to hurt her or if it means protecting her, but despite this sworn ruthlessness for his sister’s sake. After hearing that Freya has a lover who is a pirate, Damon is enraged that she is putting herself in danger. But before swearing that he will execute this pirate (even if he did promise himself that he will do it), he will plan to gently talk with Freya about it and try to persuade her to leave the pirate for the greater good.

Damon loves his sister, but at the same time that he is a doting and protective brother, he is a king with responsibilities and power. Freya SHOULD and WILL leave this pirate, either this or death. Whether it's for Freya, her pirate lover, or both is yet to be decided.

Damon knows that it will not be easy, but he will see what will happen.

Love Interests

Xavier and Clara (Polyamory)

(Damon is bisexual, and he will probably have a fling with Mazelina). By the first time Damon landed his eyes on Clara, he was absolutely smitten by the beautiful girl he saw. At first, Damon chose to ignore the budding feeling in his heart because Clara is close to Richard and they might have something for each other, he doesn't wanted to be a villain in their love story. But despite that, he found himself complementing her often and do everything or put everything away just to spend time with her; like he doesn't care at all about his brother. But then Damon chose to ignore Richard's feelings altogether one day.

Damon is aware how close Richard and Clara are, but he hoped that Clara doesn't like his brother because Richard obviously does, he hoped that Richard won't make so much of a deal of it. Damon is wrong, but he seems to not mind at all when he realized it.

When Damon is much older now, he'd now notice the frown Richard has on his face when Clara touches his face and hand and even whenever they hug. He knows he shouldn't, but Damon found himself well pleased by his brother's displeasure of their closeness, he strangely found it satisfying. 

Did Damon regret that he made his brother's crush fall for himself instead? No. Will Damon fix his broken relationship with his brother when he was given the chance? Maybe.

Unlike Damon's attraction to Clara which is love at first sight, Damon's attraction to Xavier came slowly. When it was revealed that Xavier's father was guilty of betraying Rhivenia, Damon firmly believes that what happened to King Oliver is well deserved, but he thinks the harshness and abuse everyone does to King Oliver's son is not right.

Especially if Rhivenia really wanted to blackmail Xavier's older sister into not doing anything displeasing or destructive.

So, Damon took him under his wing and took care of him by giving him a place like those of a soldier so that people won't be as harsh on him anymore. And, well, Damon started caring more about him than he thinks he does. He found the young man rather…entrancing and handsome, which is the same way he felt towards his dearest Clara. 

When King Charles died and when he saw Xavier's satisfaction, he became rather...upset.  Since Damon wanted the throne. When Xavier was about to be tortured, he didn't step in for him or even stopped them from doing so. Damon says that he believed Xavier poisoned the king when he actually didn't, he is just upset at Xavier's satisfaction and the fact that he hopes Rhivenia will lose the war. But then, he started to understand that it was only fair since it was just because of King Charles' ruthlessness. Damon then found himself not caring about Rhivenia and the would-be consequences of his actions when he freed Xavier out of love.

He agreed to marry him to forge the alliance between Asinea and Rhivenia and was looking forward to the events with himself, Xavier, and Clara in the future.

_______

If you felt like you've seen this before in the The Sword of Rhivenia tag (one of the oldest posts about the if, even before the game released), I rebooted my MC's bio to celebrate the game's release and to change a lot of things because I was not satisfied with it when I did a reread months after I posted that. I deleted the past post and redesigned Damon.

#the sword of rhivenia #interactive fiction #interactive story #redapple's mc #redapple draws #oc: damon de ressa #sword of rhivenia #the sword of rhivenia mc #sword of rhivenia mc #tsor #sor #MCs intro #Redapple's MC #reboot #if you wanna post stuff about your mc #feel free to use the template and format the same as this one

[justinefrischmanngf]

help my damon gifs r now a top post instead of the one being like hello its nessa allthepresidentsmen1976 😭😭😭😭

#i should repin it #the intro post not damon #but i cant be bothered

[kiss-my-freckle]

There's no way I would have ever gotten another chance of escaping. So I chose to save myself. And I knew if I was going to save myself, that I had to stop caring about Enzo. So I turned off my emotions.

There must be a shred of humanity left inside my brother. Somewhere. I keep hoping. But how do I make him see it? 

#Damon Salvatore #The Vampire Diaries #TVD #1.05 #Augustine intro #Beauty of the Dark

[dadsbluntinstrument]

&.  →   ben  barnes   :   MIDDLE FINGER BY BOHNES   ⸻  was  that  damon  salvatore  walking  around  new  orleans ?  word  around  town  is  that  the  35/178+-year-old  human  is  known  to  be  loyal  +  evasive , which  is  why  they  remind  me  of  empty  bottles  of  bourbon,  classic  cars  &  hidden  motives  laid  beneath  painful  memories .  let’s  just hope  they  have  prepared  themselves  for  what  is  to  come  and  survive . 

hi. so this is gonna be brief and i’ll definitely do a better google doc when I have more time but i’m excited to explore this version of damon with y’all !!

so  to  begin,  I  definitely  love  the  character  development  of  how  damon’s  story  ended  with  how  he  made  amends  with  the  people  he’d  done  a  lot  of  awful  shit  to  and  that  he  was  as  close  as  he  could  be  to  the  man  he  was  before  he  became  a  vampire. 

there’s  plenty  of  room  for  what  he  could’ve  been  doing  all  these  years.  so  that’s  one  opportunity  to  plot  things  out  but  I  do  think  there’s  a  massive  part  of  him  that  would’ve  spiraled  because  he  was  so  codependent  on  being  a  vampire  and  what  that  meant  for  him.  

definitely  ended  up  owning  his  own  bar  or  taking  over  the  grill,  I  could  see  both and  i  could  see  him  in  and  out  of  the  salvatore  school  helping  out  if  thats  something  that  could  be  plotted  out. 

I  do  think  a  big  part  of  him  resents  that  his  humanity,  meant  stefan  dying  and  losing  a  chance  at  a  life  he’d  always  wanted  and  he  just  missed  his  brother.

I’ll  add  more  as  I  plot  but  basically  damon  -  as  always  -  is  more  broken  than  he  wants  to  admit. 

#nola.intro #;intro #;tag tba. #;damon salvatore

[nightwhispcrs]

damon cooke (reasonable doubt, michael ealy fc);  41 years old; uses he/him; is aware that he is not from washington dc; been stuck here for 2 months. non magical. 

murder mention tw, parental issues tw damon is bright, hardworking, mild-tempered, introverted, romantic, and cautious.  he has had a difficult life — grew up in los angeles with his brother and essentially never had parents.  he ran an auto shop until he was falsely accused of murder and wrongfully convicted, spending 16 years in prison before confessing to the murder (which he did not commit) to be able to get parole.  one day he woke up in DC as a free man— no record and no more jail.  damon is extremely grateful for this new freedom but is worried it could disappear at any moment. 

#( ✰ interactions ⟶ damon ) #( ✰ musings ⟶ damon ) #( ✰ answered memes ⟶ damon ) #( ✰ face ⟶ damon ) #hw: intro

[cowgirlcherrie]

❍ ACERBUS ! ━━ ellie williams.

⤹ pairing: vampire! ellie x slayer! reader

synopsis: the undead is restless, and an immortal blood sucker arrises for her last dance on earth. Beholding a slayer who has greater plans to lower the blood hungry vampire back into the ground

content: 18+ MDNI! blood mention. death/ talks of death. violence. betrayal. gaslighting. manipulation. hunting/killing. v similar to buffy the vampire slayer. kissing. talks of sex but not directly smut, smut adjacent honestly. vampire! slayer! abby but strictly platonic to the reader. L-Bombs. betrayal. weapons (no guns just daggers n stakes). Ellie is super damon salvatore + katherine coded in this. food play(with cherries). biting. sub-ish loser! ellie. Toxic/dark! ellie

Adficio. To weaken, discourage. To damage or to break.

Adficio was your finger. Coated in the saltiest vibrant red, gooey, and thick. Liquids dripped down the sides of the cushioned flesh and flowed never-ending through you. It tasted metallic, iron pulsating through the liquid; and salty, overly salted. Your tongue ran over the edge of your finger at your paper cut. It stung miserably but you had to get back to work.

As if it wasn’t already late, the sun setting with a musky burnt orange across the sky peeking through the rounded church glass windows of the artifact museum you were ecstatic to go home. Excited to take the warmest shower until the water was scorching hot against your skin and sleep comfortably in your queen-sized plush bed.

You weren’t expecting any more customers this evening, especially with recent town curfews due to mysterious deaths you were preparing to leave right after the key twisted in the lock. With 20 minutes left until closing, you finished dusting off the case of the bookshelf, putting the cream coffee-tinted paper (with your blood still tinting a corner) away into the hefty black book with gold embedded in the spine. 

It was an interesting piece of literature, somewhere amongst the lines of old-town supernatural lore and purely fiction but you loved it. It made you hungry, yearning for just a bite wanting more, wanting to sink your teeth into your own flesh. It was important and delicate thin papered copies; and faulty legal documents about a vampire who was rumored to live forever. Pictures; missing from the pages with the name scribbled out in white out. No gun, no knife, no magical life-threatening injury could kill her and she was forever cursed with the pain and treachery to live forever. Although you knew it wasn’t real you still felt yourself being a conspiracist and empathetic. Almost remorseful for the forever young vampire who didn’t ask for a life of immortality. Everything was a little unfair, even for the mundane. 

A bell chimed, signally that someone had walked into the museum. Thick-soled boots against the dark wood, creaking beneath them with every step. Shunned light on a lanky and average-height girl, drenched in black from head to toe. You naturally ignored her presence, that was what the bell was for; for questions and giving you the excuse to actually be bothered. So you continued your lonesome activities as proceeded. Picking up your thick wool scarf, wrapping it around your neck in loops; turning off the monitors, and locking the registers. 

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell with a toothy smirk on her face. Eyeing your figure almost as if you were a bakery-crafted treat as Ellie ran her tongue against the tip of her pointy canines. 

“Hi” 

Just Hi? You scrunched up your face in confusion at the girl’s rather awkward and sudden intro, her voice was raspy yet soft n direct but she kept her communication clear. If you were being honest she looked dead. Skin pale and drained of any colors besides her cheeks and the root red on her lips, sunken circles around her green ember eyes. She didn’t even look real.

“We are about to close so any prolonged question can wait until tomorrow.” you confessed, keeping it short and sweet, as the girl in front of you only frowned. 

You turned your back for a second, reaching into the mini locker behind the desk to grab your coat and your keys, pulling the fabric closer to your chest, when amidst the silence —

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell again, making you groan as you turned slowly to look at the auburn-haired girl showcasing a sarcastic smile before reverting her face to a serious expression. 

“I am Ellie, and you…you look like you can help me” Ellie whispered sweetly; playfulness rang in her voice as she looked down at the black book that are on the counter. Drool almost dripped out as she looked at the book with her lips parted. 

“Did you miss the part where I said we were—”

“Closing soon, yeah yeah I got it. Don’t care, Listen I just need this book and I promise, I’ll be out of your hair” Ellie pleaded bringing her hands up in a prayer position as she gave you a pout. Slowly gliding her ring-coated fingers against the book, making you rush to pull on it from the other end.

“Sorry not for sale! This isn’t a library” 

“But it’s…fiction, right? You can make another one” Ellie pulled it into her more, her hands slightly overpowering the grip you had on the book.

“Rules are rules, nothing leaves this museum if it’s not rented” 

“So what I am hearing is I can have it?”

“For $100”

Ellie gasped.

“For free? thanks!~” Ellie gave one final tug loosening the book from your very hands and pulling it into her chest. 

“I’ll be back! [HEY!] Don’t worry! Don’t stress probably not with the book! [That’s stealing!] Not if it’s rented! Thank you for your help!” Ellie shouted as she bolted out the door, sticky fingers webbed around the book as she ran out.

Making you let out an exacerbated sigh at the odds. You were so going to get fired. 

Adiuvo  To help or to aid, to assist

If someone told you that the museum book thief would be your girlfriend you would have told them they were lying. It’s been 3 months since the two of you met; 2 that you have officially started dating, although it didn’t feel like it. 

Ellie was more secretive than you thought. A mansion to herself where she lived alone which was oddly dark and gothic, you were for certain she would have caused a black paint shortage. Her house was emblematic of a period piece from the 19th century almost a screenshot of a fragment of time. The only odd thing was the mirrors being covered in every corner. A black satin cloth draped over the gold ribbed mirrors almost stapled there with a DO NOT TOUCH! 

Ellie hated pictures, she hated phones and settled on a rather outdated Blackberry where she really could only text and make important calls.

Ellie also disappeared often during the day, you only ever really saw her when it was rainy or pushing 8 pm. She’d go ghost on a sunny day but made up for it by pampering you with gentle kisses until you were coated in purple at your neck. 

For all of her cons; sins and flaws; aka the disappearing act she made up for it every time. She made it impossible for you to leave. Caging you in by gifting you things that only a fool would leave behind. She gave you a gift of a dainty necklace, as her hands rubbed against your neck to your shoulders placing it right at the center, locking the clasp, and begging you to never take it off. Ellie’s hands didn’t move from behind you when she gave you the necklace that night. It was almost as if she tempted to choke you with it until you listened to her. So you nodded, grabbing onto the little charm, before bringing up a hand to your nose; scrunching your face up at the weird smell the necklace was emulating. Almost like rosemary, thieves, and rotting onion. But you didn’t ask questions, you couldn’t before she whisked you away with a brief kiss to your lips, nibbling at your moisturized lips. 

“You love me, right?” 

You loved her. With all your precious human beating heart you loved her. Loved her so much that you allowed her to get vulnerable with you that night in the bedroom.

Bashful yet bitchy and sarcastic Ellie became demonic, rough, and perfectly submissive. Ellie was a sucker for fruits. The one human food that didn’t make her stomach queasy and the only thing that could satisfy her cravings for your blood. Preferably all red to enhance the eroticism of the taste.

Ellie found passion in draining the juice out of cherries, swirling her tongue over the plump treat poking her fangs out, before dipping her head down gliding the juices amongst your neck from her tongue.

Ellie repeated this action again. Taking the gentle cherry and squeezing it over your neck, swirling its juices onto your skin with her slender fingers before chewing it whole. Licking her finger tips as she swallowed the fruit whole tossing the pit to the floor.

Ellie watched as your neck dripped the dark crimson liquid, rushing to lick it up; before any of it reached your sheets to leave a fresh splosh stain of red. Ellie was drunk off of the sight of you. Licking over you like a lollipop as her tongue scraped your neck, getting close to your ear.

Ellie lost control.

between the bittersweet taste of the cherries, your fresh and loud perfume it was driving her crazy. Ellie thought her head was screwed on tight, but smelling the scent of one she would call her lover Ellie wanted to do nothing more than cover you in her own. Mask you from the world, hiding you away in greed and hunger.

Her hands gripped at the sheets, fist balled up as she masked a moan struggling to do so when your hand was in her pants. Ellie unfolding like a red lace satin ribbon until she was nothing but a soul. Climax rising deeper…and deeper. You were rubbing up and down in between her folds as she shuttered to hold herself up. Your fingers wet and covered in her juices enough for the wetness to fill the room with a simple pat.

Ellie took the initiative to dig her own hand in between your sleep shorts, mirror your hand motions as the lewd sounds escaped your lips in pure appeasement. Clawing at her back like a cat with your freehand.

Ellie was heavy breathing as her pitch got louder and higher, hips bucking as her hair clung to her forehead in fits of sweat.

Ellie turned into nothing but a moaning mess that night. Shrouding her head in your neck pampering kisses until she couldn’t control the cobra shake of her sharpened fangs pricking her tongue, offsetting her tastebuds. No, she couldn't.

Ellie's mind was shouting a mixture of no's and yes's as she tried to pull away only for you to pull her closer. Ellie let out an animalistic growl muttering an oh fuck before she sunk her teeth into your neck.

“Fuck…wait” Ellie moaned out. She was glad you couldn’t see her face, eyebrows furrowed but her eyes a deep red as veins started to crawl through her skin preparing her to finish off the feed.

Ellie knew if she fed off of you she wouldn’t be able to stop. Until you were one of her, a vampire and your beating heart stopped. Like Ellie needed you, she needed the book; she was going to complete the prophecy.

It starts with you, her perfect pawn.

You tasted like a rich pomegranate in the summer, Ellie’s fangs pulsating as it was deep in the flesh on your neck. Shaking your tender flesh in between her teeth like a dog.

Ellie didn't draw blood but punctured the skin, wincing at the sound of your skin separating between her fangs through her gentle ears. You pushed her away squeezing your eyes closed in pain. Skin pulsing and stinging as her mouth left your neck.

“Ow!- did you just…did you just bite me?”

The redhead stopped, freckles coated a red flush amongst her pale skin, Ellie rambled a hundred sorries. Like a deer gone hunting the cherry juice stained her chin and around her mouth as if she had been messy eating and playing into a ruby lipstick. Stumbling and tripping over her feet as she rushed to put her shoes on and head for your front door as you shouted her name behind her.

Her hair was frazzled, her leather jacket discarded, and her fly unfortunately down.

Leaving you in a mess of saliva and cherry juice; with a pulsating bite mark in your kneck.

48 hours and a complicated reddit search later, with Ellie out of your hair; due to her shame and embarrassment was enough time for a blonde hair slayer to play witness protection.

You were steadily growing frustrated at the repetition of the doorbell ringing as the person on the other end was hitting it like a childish teenager playing ding-dong ditch. Rushing to the door slamming it open to be met with a tall buff blonde who was giving you a perfect smile. Likewise to Ellie, she was notably pale, the color drained from her face almost fading away to her hair making her look like a stoned statue. Thick raybands on her eyes as she held up a terribly condition detectives badge.

“Sorry to cause a disruption, but are you y/n?” The girl spoke up, leaning into her one arm that was posted up against the door creating a distance before the two of you. 

You remained silent pushing your knit cardigan closer to cover up your chest in the nippy pre-winter air. 

“I’m Abby, Abby Anderson and I believe you know someone who is being a threat to this town.”

You froze, eyeing Abby in front of you as she dug around into her leather jacket pocket, plucking out a very old square picture. Placing the picture face down into your hands allows you to unveil it as if it were a gift. Curiosity got the best of you, aching and throbbing fingertips as you vastly whipped it over to view your lover. Your heart felt as if a chain wrapped tightly around the delicate artery feeling as if the wind had knocked out of you. It was Ellie. Your Ellie but this time she was wearing Victorian clothing, a white blouse peeking through as it was a perfected headshot photographed with just the right amount of dusting and age. She was the missing piece of the book. The name scribbled out it was all her -- the book was all hers.

“I don’t…” you begin flipping the picture back over and putting it in front of Abby, with your hand out “I don’t know who this is. . .”

“I knew you would say that”

Abby snickered as she looked down rubbing her boots against your welcome matt, 

“I think its time we chat. Could I have a glass of water please” Abby sends a smile as you prepare to turn your back on the blonde in front of you

Abby was always ahead. Ahead of Ellie, ahead of you, she had been hunting for years. After an accidental bite forced her to succumb to vampirism, life only got hard. Abby shrouded herself away finding comfort in putting down ruthless bloodsuckers who had no better job than to compel humans and make them into a tasty blood margarita. Abby didn’t want the same fate for you. Watching Ellie like a hawk; perhaps a stalker. It was all for a good cause. Ellie was awfully sloppy with how she carried the people she fed from. Sinking her teeth into an innocent being as she drank…and drank until their bodies fell cold and limp against the pavement. Ellie let out a sly moan in satisfaction as she watched the life get sucked out of her victims. The blood dripped down her chin, blood-drunk as she laughed in satisfaction as she licked the blood off of her fangs, and from around her lips being careful not to waste a single damn drop. 

Ever since you got in the picture, Ellie’s sloppiness got worse than normal, her drinking patterns have gotten sloppier, and parts of her brain toyed with her. As she strolled the streets at night looking for her midnight snack, sucking the salted liquid through her fangs with her luscious eyes closed, fluttering against the tip of the apple to her cheeks. Ellie saw you. When her eyes closed she pretended that they were you, hell she would never actually do this to you but she couldn’t get your toxic scent out of her mind. Moaning into the neck that she feeds whispering your name as her fangs dig in deeper and suddenly she loses all control, killing the being in the process. Ellie was deeply flawed; allowing a human to get in between the priorities of her stone-cold heart, but whatever she wanted she was certain she would have. 

“I think you have to invite me in first, it’s impolite for me to walk into your wonderful home without permission” Abby confessed, lying straight through her teeth, she didn’t care what was right or wrong she just needed permission or else she wouldn’t be allowed in. 

Deja vu hit you, remembering how Ellie made the same statement the first time she came over to visit you apart from the museum. 

“You may come in”

Acerbus  Bitter, gloomy, and dark. 

Vampire. 

That was a word that was enough to make your stomach curl up into a million knots.

The cold ones. 

No one could have prepared you to put your girlfriend to rest. The person who you saw forever with, wanting to get married and have a couple of children too, was all nothing but a lie and impossible. It was so refreshing to you, like a kiss of air, and nature healing itself, but slowly your emotions and your joy turned into a rotting flower, decaying along with all of your emotions tinted black. Over the course of a few weeks, you’ve sharpened your knives and coated your doors in some kind of vampire repellent given to you by Abby. The blonde has taught you how to hunt and detect vampires, the power of the stake, and what unfinished business Abby had with taking down Ellie.

Ellie on the other hand, you haven’t seen in a few days. Maybe it was because you were distracted; the auburn girl turning to nothing but a whisper and rattle of the leaves, spiraling into another one of her disappearing acts. 

Now you stood at her very own tombstone, which seemed rather distasteful; bless you, but you were trespassing. Trailing behind Abby like a lost puppy as she took a hammer, drawing back her arm to slam onto the lock that was Ellie’s above-ground grave. Abby came up with a bright and elite plan on how to trap Ellie back at the museum, but the two of you couldn’t have done it without the weapon that knocked her into a stone coma for ages. No, it doesn’t kill her, but it would slow her down and freeze her until it was time for her to be brought back; which would be never. You thought it was beautiful, fresh marble and sleek black with roses surrounding the front entrance into her small 4x4 square, which the main entrance was blocked by a gate — with a hefty lock which you assumed was where Ellie’s casket had been placed. 

“The roses are fresh, I think it’s best if we hurry” Abby whispers, matching the tone of the wind that was spirling above the two of you.

Abby took her hands dragging them down at the lock which opened the gate to Ellie’s tomb. The inside was barely lit, with unlit candles surrounding Ellie’s coffin that had the lid wide open with chains dangling from it. Modern-day gothic– and eerie to the touch. As you took careful steps walking around it; it seemed almost impersonal. You wanted to cry and shrivel up, that the way you’d been living for 3 months was a lie, running your hands around the perimeter of her coffin as if you were looking down at a body inside. But there was nobody and you knew the worst would have to come for Ellie to soon return to her rightful place. Abby however got right to work, brushing past you to tap every corner of the brick, reaching for Ellie’s casket, and digging through the built-in cushions. Abby grunts until she stops when her fingers prick a sharp tool. 

“Ow!... I got it” Abby hissed as she pulled out a thick and sleek shiny silver dagger with Latin scriptures engraved into the handle and metal of the knife. Abby briefly wiped it against the leather, twirling it in her hand before taking a bag of mercury and dipping the tip of the knife into the material. All you could do is watch, stake in the back pocket of your jeans that was covered by your jacket. 

“So what now?” you pushed, putting a hand on your hip.

“We get the fuck ou—-”

Abby stopped talking briefly pulling you into a shadow, blocked by a pillar making you go unnoticed.

“What are you—” 

Abby shushed you, reaching a hand up to cover your mouth as you now heard what Abby was hearing. Strong, sloppy footsteps, walking into the tomb as the gate to the entranced creaked.

The stranger groaned before letting out a sniff into the air. 

“Y/n I know you’re here.” Ellie croaked, her voice slurring as she limped towards her own casket hovering over it with a loud creak as your body shook beneath Abby’s gentle touch. 

“The cats out of the bag babe, fuckin’... let’s just talk c’mon” Ellie pleaded as her boots squeaked against the floor as she was visibly pacing. 

You shook your head as Abby briefly turned your body around whispering to you.

It’s the only way. 

With that Abby pushed you out from the hiding spot making you let out a yelp as you stumbled onto the floor in front of Ellie. She looked demonic, unreal almost. Blood dripping down her chin spread against her chest, and her hair was a filthy mess. Her once-green eyes glowed a sweet red under the pale moonlight as she watched you crumble on the floor trying to stand up.

“There you are~” Ellie teased as she took a few steps towards you making you crawl back.

“Thought we were gonna have to play hide and seek glad you’re so smart” Ellie taunted as she turned around kicking over a few candles surrounding her casket. 

“What did you do?” You shouted, groaning as you used the nearby wall to push your weight up.

“Who did you kill?” 

Ellie laughed. You frowned; disgustedly watching as Ellie only laughed at your panicked state. She thought your fear was funny, she could smell it off of you. 

“Why? You scared?” Ellie jabbed tilting her head with a really? expression on her face. 

Ellie reached her arm out for you to take which you stared at as if she was infected, so she took it back rolling her eyes. Ellie slid off her leather jacket and threw it onto the floor at your feet giving you a perfect view of her spaghetti-strapped cami and the tattoo on her arm.

“I think of you when I feed you know…as my teeth sink down into someone so innocent, like a deer…”Ellie began as she walked towards you slowly making you walk backward moving away.

“Get away from me” you gritted taking the stake out from your back pocket and crossing it over your front pointing side up.

“Ooh~” Ellie teased as she walked even closer until the stake was lined up with her heart. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” Ellie whined giving you a false pout similar to when you first met her in the museum and she stole the book.

“Not even a kiss goodbye?” Ellie taunted, as her body hovered over yours pressing deepening to the stake that was carving into her shoulder.

“Only you could hurt me like this, god what are you doing?” Ellie whispered, with that the waterworks came through as you started to cry, sobbing viciously letting out cries of “get away” as she was in front of you.

“Shh…Shh…Shh” Elie started grabbing at your arms with a firm hold from the base of your wrist gripping tightly. “Don’t cry” Ellie comforted you as she kept one arm around yours holding the dagger and another one up at your temple to which she leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek staining your cheek with blood. Not her blood or your own but someone else, making you cry even more.

“I don’t- I can’t…we’re over Ellie” You cried out, sniffling in between sobs as your head dropped in defeat. 

“I’m sorry I lied to you. . . I’m sorry for what I did. . .I can’t control it, you know that right?” Ellie took a large gulp as she backed away from you shaking out her hands. Ellie was suddenly getting nervous, panicking at the way you were crying.  “I just get these urges, I only feed when I want to feed off you so I don’t hurt you. Babe, please listen to me”

“I have to kill you.” You dropped the bomb as Ellie’s sudden panicked state turned defense; she was getting angry and hostile. “I let you into my home…I let you kiss me, I let you fuck me and you didn’t think once to tell me who you really were”

“How is that fair?”

Ellie was numb, staring at you; her lover with a deadpanned expression on her face, deprived of any emotion, she was being straightforward “If you are gonna kill me don’t use that it’s not gonna work” Ellie spat, backing away as she walked over to her coffin staring down at the white cushioning inside. Finally wiping her chin with the back of her hand. 

“You’re gonna let me kill you?” you inquired, lowering the dagger by your waist as you watched Ellie watch over her own coffin.

“Only you. Because I know eventually you’ll miss me and take it out and set me free.”

“You don’t know that” you shook your head.

“But I do, I always do” Ellie took the initiative to reach into the coffin similar to how Abby did when the two of you first entered the tomb, patting the bedding as her eyes scrunched up in confusion as she looked away from you.

“Wait where is it”

You knew what she was looking for.

“Y/n what did you do with the dagger that was in this coffin…god what is that smell who is in here with you” Ellie was growing pissed off; anger nagging at her as she was looking control again, fangs poking out on instinct as she grew hostile within the room.

“It’s just me…” 

Ellie shook her head closing the coffin. “No someone else is here I can feel them” 

“Ellie…it’s just me” you whispered, trying to convince her as best as you possibly good. There was no way she would buy it, but you could lie your ass off and hope she wouldn’t sniff out the hound. 

“You can’t kill me with that, I say you just go for it and let whoever took the main piece finish me off” 

“Ellie I can’t—”

“I love you!”

You froze, you were her lifeline her weakness. The tether that kept her together as your soul was indefinitely embedded in her own. I love you, so sentimental and meaningful you didn’t wanna use it lightly and in this moment you knew she wasn’t using it against you. 

“Hey…shhh don’t cry, I love you” 

You had no time to prepare, lost in her lustful green eyes, pupils dilating at the sight of you. As Abby snuck behind her, stabbing Ellie in the back making the both of you let out a gasp. Ellie looked down to her chest seeing the dagger poking through the other side of her body. Black blood pooled out and meshed with her black camisole. Ellie tilted her head to look at you, who had your arms steady around her shoulders so she wouldn’t tip over. Your Ellie gave you a faint smile. Your fear-stricken face, eyes wide as you looked at Abby who paced around Ellie to see if the dagger even worked. 

“H-have…fun”

“What?” you jabbed, face scrunching up in confusion. Ellie didn’t look afraid to die, hell she knew you would need her. Her words slurred as she was slowly succumbing to an endless slumber. 

“Have fun, my blood is….blood ‘n your veins…I’ve put…I put my blood in your tea. Good luck being a vampire baby fangs”

Baby fangs. 

Abby shouted NO! Behind you, but it was far too late. Ellie took out her hidden arm revealing a similar dagger to her very own; raising her arm up reflexively to jab it into your own neck as your blood started to pool out. No, it wasn’t going to kill you permanently. However, it would trigger a death into human you and allow you to become what Ellie was. What you tried so hard not to be. 

A bloodthirsty vengeful vampire. 

You panicked at your slow-beating heart; transcending you into a state of permanent drowsiness and immortality. Beats moving slower and slower as if your heart was put in a freezer locker and your body was chilling over. There was nothing you could do, it was too late. Tears pricked your eyes as a salty clear tear dripped down your face as you felt yourself lose consciousness collapsing on top of your already stoning lover. She betrayed you, the sneaky sly fox was ahead of you. A wolf in sheep’s clothing 

“I told you I loved you.”

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You are the King’s third child, a Princess/Prince third in line to the throne of the eight kingdoms,Third in line to the throne, you have nothing to worry about , well of course you have your lessons but not as extensive as your brothers because your older brother is the heir and even if something happened to him, there is your other big brother.

Maybe you will be a pawn for your father in a marriage alliance, However, who knows what the future holds, something or someone could ensure that your dynasty will be nothing more than dust and you will have to fight for the throne as the heir apparent, or maybe you won’t have to fight at all…

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"The world is a tapestry, woven with threads of wonder and complexity. With each step, I strive to unravel its mysteries and add my own vibrant colors."

♢ Lady/Lord Doria/Dorian Muriel  (She/her - He/him) 3 years older than MC

Doria/n is a complex and enigmatic individual, shrouded in a veil of cynicism and guardedness. Their ruthless actions and lack of remorse paint them as a hardened figure, while their hidden heart of gold and capacity for loyalty reveal a deeper layer beneath the surface. They navigate life with a cautious scepticism, harbouring deep-seated wounds and a relentless desire for self-preservation.

"There's no room for sentimentality or second chances in my life. Once you cross me, there's no going back."

♢ Hanniel (Connell) Almlinger  (He/him) 4 years older than MC

Hanniel is a chivalrous and principled knight, driven by a strong sense of justice and an unwavering dedication to doing what is right. Despite the shame he feels as a bastard, he possesses a warm and compassionate heart, and his experiences have shaped him into a resilient and empathetic individual.

"The measure of a person's worth is not determined by their birthright, but by the content of their character."

♢ Lord Damon Lavone (He/him) 4 years older than MC

Damon is a charismatic and ambitious knight, driven by a relentless pursuit of glory and recognition. His privileged background as the heir to the second wealthiest man in The Eight Kingdoms, combined with his natural talent and captivating presence, has made him a captivating legend and a force to be reckoned with. Beneath his confident exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective nature, willing to go to great lengths for the ones he loves.

"To be ordinary is a fate worse than death. I was destined for greatness, and I will leave my mark on this world. Remember my name, for it will be whispered in awe and reverence."

♢ Lady Jasira Oursbar (She/her) 2 years older than MC

Jasira is a fiercely independent and outspoken individual, unafraid to challenge societal expectations and fight for what she believes in. As the daughter of a northern duke, she defies the traditional role of a lady, embodying strength, determination, and a rebellious spirit. With a background rooted in nobility, Jasira carries a deep sense of loyalty and a strong connection to her heritage, guiding her actions and shaping her unwavering pursuit of justice.

"I'd rather live a life of freedom and danger than one of safety and confinement."

♢ Lady Nesrin Parovus (She/her) 1 year older than MC

Nesrin is a cunning and intelligent individual, skilled in the art of manipulation and strategic thinking. Born into nobility as the daughter of one of the seven dukes, she exudes grace and elegance while harbouring a hidden depth of ambition and determination. With her background of privilege and a mind shaped by political intrigue, Nesrin is a formidable force, always three steps ahead in the game of power.

"There's nothing more satisfying than outmaneuvering someone who thought they had the upper hand."

♢ Lady Odette Lavone (She/her) 1 year younger than MC

Odette is a compassionate and idealistic individual, driven by a strong sense of empathy and a desire for justice. With her noble background as the daughter of one of the seven dukes, she possesses elegance and grace, often regarded as the epitome of a court lady. Her genuine kindness and unwavering devotion make her a steadfast ally and a beacon of hope in a complex and sometimes treacherous world.

"Love is not just a fleeting emotion; it is a profound connection that binds us together. With each beat of my heart, I choose to love fiercely, fiercely enough to change the world."

♢ Sorin of Soirsa (She/her) 2 years older than MC

Sorin is a resilient and resourceful individual, shaped by a challenging past as an orphan and a former courtesan. With a guarded demeanour and an independent spirit, she navigates the world with a keen intellect and a knack for survival. Beneath her tough exterior lies a tender heart yearning for connection, a hidden vulnerability that only a select few are privileged to witness.

"Life may have dealt me a difficult hand, but I'll play it with audacious grace, turning adversity into art."

♢ Lady Verena Sarpe (She/her) Same age as MC

Verena is a captivating and ambitious noblewoman, known for her seductive allure and calculated strategies. Born into a distinguished family, she carries the weight of her tarnished reputation and navigates the intricate web of political power with cunning and determination. Behind her enchanting facade lies a complex soul yearning for genuine love, battling her own insecurities and the shadows of her past.

"Love is a delicate dance, and I have perfected the steps. But be warned, for the fire that burns within me is as treacherous as it is enchanting."

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[televisionjester]

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hello! i'm a college student who got into writing as a hobby and finally decided to make a writeblr after only privately writing for a while because i wanted to see more stories and meet more writers! i love sci-fi and supernatural elements (especially if the supernatural is in a modern setting!!) or stories that involve reluctant protagonists, enemies to lovers, or unreliable narrators but i'll read anything and everything if it catches my interest more info about my own wips:

Reverence Project

genre: fantasy, horror

A still unnamed project that explores the consequences of worshiping normal people to literal godhood. Simon Lacoste is a quiet, shy historian who simply wants to study the Gods as a distant observer, avoiding his heavily involved religious family in the process. This is not what happens. Shortly after finding out a secret that he shouldn’t have but had no intention of sharing, Simon finds himself stuck in between power grabs and petty squabbles of the Gods. He just wanted to record history, not make it.

All Roads Lead Home

genre: action, enemies to lovers

A story about grief and self-destruction that follows Damon Miller, ex-mercenary sniper turned reckless competitive race car driver through a series of unfortunate events and an accident involving his late brother. Once he begins to put his life back together, he (wrongly) assumes that the past he tried to shove down as much as possible will stay down.

Oasis Project

genre: sci-fi

The last and least developed project, the Oasis project is a story about girl named Nedra who worked extremely hard for the prestigious position of a botanist working in the Oasis that keeps her desert kingdom alive and thriving. Heavy worldbuilding with a found family.

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