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Independent, multiverse RP for Damon Salvatore of the Vampire Diaries. Written by PBK. Medium-activity account. Muse is ancient, mun is getting there.
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vmpyrtm-a

“What the actual fuck are you doing?”

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CAUGHT RED HANDED↳↳ accepting ( @ricsidiotbestfriend )

10.  catch  my  muse  hiding  behind  yours

       “  language,  damon.  ”  henry scolded absently and when damon moved as if to turn and face him, henry drove his knuckles into his back to keep him where he was and smiled at the sound it elicited. it was a somewhat tasteless reaction to seeing someone he didn’t want to engage with, hiding behind another, but it was this or deal with the witch’s obsessive leering all night. he figured he could trade his pride for a handful of extended seconds until the witch past by, so long as damon was willing to act the shield.

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    “  you’re  helping  to  make  sure  our  little  social  gathering  doesn’t  get  crashed.  ”  henry explained absently, he followed the witch’s movements by scent and by the familiar sound of her heartbeat in the crowd, as she moved closer to his right, he guided damon to keep him between himself and her sweeping gaze.  “  trust  me,  you’re  doing  us  both  a  favor.  ”

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thatslayer

The Hard Way || Damon & Faith

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           It’s a nightmare. A living, breathing, wide-awake nightmare and Faith’s promising herself that she’ll kick Damon’s ass when this is all over. If it’s ever over.
                   Just how many of these things are there, anyway? They’ve managed to kill or, at least, evaporate at least a dozen of them. Dodged their stacked platform heels, tried not to be distracted by their 90s take on go-go dancing. Like everything that happens in Lebanon, this is just… bizarre.
  Faith manages to wrench the head off of her latest attacker, watch it go flying and bleed into smoke, only to be startled when her back hits something that feels solid and human. 
   She doesn’t spin around, just needs a glance over her shoulder to realize it’s Damon and keeps her back against his for protection, “How many demon hipster chicks did you jilt, anyway? There’s gotta be a hundred left. Sox are whuppin’ the Royals asses tonight, yo, and I’m not missing it on account of you’re a big ho. Talk to em, man! You look like Joan Jett, they’ll listen to you. ”

              “Me? Moi?” It’s terrible, a terrible accusation. Awful. And mean, but he’s come to expect that from slayers, all of whom are very mean. And really, it’s okay to be mean if you’re also funny, but Faith. Is. N’t. “First of all, bold to assume I remember much of the nineties. I spent most of it in London munching on ecstasy like it was candy. But, and I think this is much, much more important: If anyone around here is collecting demon ex-girlfriends —”

      Also, was that a compliment about his hair? Can never tell with Faith. Safer to assume she’s being mean again.

“And no, I don’t mean Ric, because all his exes are dead, which is exactly how I like it. Your big boo, though? All his girlfriends have had horns and pointy tails, ridiculous shoes and great asses.”

                                    Seems like a good time to pinch hers, to make a point. And then it’s time to do some more murdering. These are the exact kind of people Alaric lets him murder. Pity they’re full of demon blood and therefore verbatim. Or verboten. Whichever one says he’s not allowed because Ric likes to pre-kill his buzz.

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it also stresses me out when vampires just bite someone and they bleed ALL over the place and the vampire has their mouth on the bite for like ONE SECOND then comes away COVERED in blood and drops the person to the floor and then they go and kill like 2 MORE PEOPLE LIKE!!!!

imagine if you went out with your friend and bought a can of pepsi, shook it up real good, opened it, and just let it fuckin’ rip directly into your face for a good ten seconds with your mouth wide open, then dropped the can of whatever’s left on the floor and were like “damn….if only I didn’t need 5 cans of pepsi a day to get my fix.”

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