Ari's Muse

I don’t know if I’ve ever said this on here guys, but 

I AM SO FUCKING GAME FOR USING THE SAME PLOT WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS. 

someone messaged me this morning after I sent them a message late last night about a plot on their wishlist, saying that we couldn’t play it out because “somebody messaged me about it first”. I find that VERY rude, just because there are SO MANY WAYS you can go about a plot!! It doesn’t matter if you have the same plot with two people or twenty people BECAUSE there are so many angles you can play it at!! 

So I just thought I’d throw this out there, that if you see a plot on my wishlist FUCKIN MESSAGE ME. I literally do not care if I’m playing out the same plot with one person or ten people. Throw the fuckin plot at me guys. I want that plot from different angles. I do not care how many people I’m doing it with. THROW IT AT ME. 

writers :

“Hey, keep it down. Say that too loud and people might get the wrong impression. I’m a cold blooded narcissistic killer remember?” Damon shot her his signature smirk while he made quick work of the remaining stakes in her body. He winced a little with each scream knowing full well how much it hurt and feeling for her, still they needed to come out. Once they were all out he paced away from her ignoring her last little teasing as he scanned the area making sure they were still alone.

He shot her a wink in response to her thanking him before heading back out to the car giving his previous meal a cursory glance on his way out. There were few people who knew him, really knew who he was, and even fewer that knew the intimate details of his past. Juliette was perhaps the only person he had ever confided in, she even knew some of the things he had done to keep Stefan safe and sane. Despite having seen his depths of darkness and depravity his sister still cared. And for that he would do anything for her.

“You know Stefan always looking for something to brood and complain about.” Even though he was out at the car he knew she could still hear him. His hands reached into the back seat grabbing the bag he had snagged from her car before zipping back into the house finding an empty bedroom that looked untouched. “Besides, I always thought blood made that old rug pop.” A rare and true smile touched his lips, a memory surfacing latently of Jules and Damon literally painting the rug with blood just to get a rise out of their brother. Both of them had fled to South Carolina laughing for that little stunt.

He gave her a dismissive shrug, his signature smirk back in place. “Well they won’t have much to find after I torch the place.” He’d already disposed of the other bodies but this place had too much blood to clean so torching it was their only option. “So what brought on this latest little killing spree? Break up with some boy and need a little release?” His tone was conversational though he was trying to pry a little. Given that Juliette leaned toward the ripper spectrum of the family blood tree he needed to make sure she was in control. She’d never flipped that switch but there was a first time for everything.

Juliette smirked a bit at his mention of torching the place, she knew it was the safest option but the casualness of the topic still amused her. She took the change of clothes he’d brought, slipping into the room around the corner to pull them on quickly and easily talked to him while doing so. She snorted a bit at the mention of it being a boy, shaking her head to herself. Juliette had never had a serious relationship, she’d had a couple quick ones but nothing that ever lasted. And you could say old habits die hard, the mindset of their upbringing had been drilled into her so completely that she was still a virgin at the age of 163, she didn’t see a point in loosing it to someone she didn’t truly care about. “Try again, Damon. I was just enjoying myself.” She said with a shrug, “I haven’t been in one place this long in over fifty years, I was enjoying not having to leave quite yet.” She said as she came back into the other room. “Don’t worry, I’m not taking after Stefan. I don’t want to loose my humanity.”

He’d long ago come to the conclusion that those who became rippers took something of their desire into their vampire lives, the feeling amplified to the point of feeding insanity. Rippers cared for nothing but the rush of feeding, bent on consuming as much as they could from a victim almost as if they were afraid their eternal life may be taken from them at any moment. Damon hadn’t wanted this life, had chosen death over becoming a monster. Stefan had taken that choice from him much as he had talked their sweet little sister into the life. Unlike the two of them he enjoyed the connection that occurred when one drank from a human, the steady pulse that represented the life that hung in the balance. It was an odd sort of thrill to feel that life slip slowly away as one consumed the soul.

Juliette wasn’t certain she would be a ripper, should she ever turn her humanity off, but that twitch of blood lust always in her body certainly led her to believe she would be. It was one of the reasons she never turned her humanity off, she didn’t want to loose something so important to her as her humanity was. Sure, Stefan had gotten into her mind and made her want to become a vampire, but that was only to stay with her brothers, the last thing she wanted was to loose them because she knew that she would if she didn’t let Stefan turn her.