𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷— 𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝑰𝒏 . . .

the independent portrayal of Damon Salvatore with hints of Stefan Salvatore, written with heavy canon influence and layered headcanons. This account is selective and mutuals only for interactions. Active when inspiration strikes; 21+ only for both mun and muses.

Expect dark themes, violence, blood, moral grayness, and plenty of sharp humor.

highly selective multi with muses from CW's TVD/TO ; written by bee ; est 10.18.2025 promo credit

Normally I don't post things like this, or defend myself, because to me it's not worth it. The ones who stick around and trust they know who I am are the ones that make being here worth it --- but i am tired, and I just want to come on here and enjoy a hobby i've done since 2010-- WITH NO ISSUES , until I stupidly missed a ton of red flags. I tried to keep to myself, and ignore it, but it's been years & it's still being brought up. That's crazy.. If you're one of the people watching my blog and reporting back, pls just kindly fuck off. Unfollow, block, but seriously--- do something else with your life.

I’ve been aware that there have been allegations about me for the past how many years or so. It has come to my attention that they're coming back around. In all honesty, I have spent a lot of my time on and offline. Especially when I am more focused on what is going on with my real life and I come here to decompress. However, whenever I’m online, it seems to spark some drama. And that is the last thing that I want. Some of you may know the situation and some of you may not, but I’m not going to name names or get into too much detail about it. I’ve learned it is hard to trust anyone and I remain careful. During these past years, I’ve been working on myself and educating myself to know what is right from wrong. I have followed people blindly because it was all I knew until I took the time to step back and realize that it is not what I believe or the person I want to be. So I took it upon myself to do the work and deprogram everything I once knew. And I haven’t followed in a very long time. People change, and people grow, it's been years -- and for the harassment to continue is wild.

tvd forever meme | [ 7/8 ] quotes ⟶ S05E08 — Dead Man On Campus

Klaus went unnaturally still the moment he heard her voice because she wasn’t talking to him. She was talking as if he weren’t there at all, as if she were already slipping somewhere he couldn’t follow. It was the first sign of how far gone she truly was.

The brush of fingers against his jawline made his breath catch. The warmth was gone. The intention was gone. There was no sharpness, no spark, no fire behind it. Just cold, trembling skin and a weakness that sank straight into his bones like proof of how utterly human she had become.

When she pushed herself to stand, he rose as well, instinct taking over long before thought. He was close enough to catch her when she stumbled, one arm snapping around her waist, pulling her against him before she could crash to the ground. She hit his chest softly, her weight barely anything, her breath unstable.

He felt something he hadn’t anticipated. A conflict, sharp and unwelcome. He had chased her for half a millennium, had imagined her death more times than he could count. Yet now, faced with the reality of it, faced with the trembling, dying creature leaning into him, there was no satisfaction. No victory. Only a strange, unsettled pressure in his chest.

He exhaled slowly, turning his head away for a long, quiet moment. And when he looked back down at her, his jaw tightened with a decision he didn’t bother saying out loud. He stooped, slipped an arm beneath her legs, and lifted her easily into his arms.

He started walking, carrying her toward his home. His mind ran relentlessly calculating, planning, assessing what could be done, what should be done, and what he was even willing to do.

“This probably feels exactly like a werewolf bite.” Klaus finally said, his tone low, as if narrating the truth rather than offering comfort. “Delusions. Chills. The descent you can’t stop.”

The fight was gone, the will to survive slowly slipping. Something that she wasn't even aware could happen, not to her. Katherine's entire life was about survival, she put it above everything else. Above romance, money, the games she played, above any type of friendship -- Survive by any means necessary. Yet it was fading, sliding through her fingers. She quickly reached for it, only to be disappointed, it was as if it were a mirage, disappearing before her eyes.

His arm around her waist caused her to freeze for a moment. Mustering up the strength to actually be afraid. Her heartbeat going from barely there, to almost beating out of her chest. She was sure the stress would kill her right here on the sidewalk. It was odd though, he just stood there. Why wasn't he doing anything? Why wasn't he killing her?

The moment she was lifted, her hands moved to his t-shirt. Gripping it as tightly as she could. Moving to curl against his chest, trying to steal as much of his body heat as she could. "--I shouldn't like this, but you're so warm. It's .... Nice." Her words mumbled, eyes closed, as she laid without fighting his hold on her. The warmth, using little to no energy as she was carried such a nice break from the cement sidewalk she was sitting on moments ago.

As he began moving, she forced herself to look at him. Peeking up at him through long lashes. "Niklaus, where are you taking me?" Yes, she was internally freaking out, but outwardly she had nothing left. Even if she wanted to push away, she didn't have the strength. One of her hands opened, releasing the hold on his shirt, sliding up and resting against his neck. Fingers freezing against the furnace that was his skin.

"We hate each other." She whispered, but in this moment, she was grateful for him. Katherine wasn't sure where they went from here, wasn't sure what he had planned, but she had no choice but to go along with it. "You want me dead." She continued. Voice cracking slightly as she spoke.

"I wouldn't know, I made sure that it never happened, knowing i'd never get the cure." Now she wasn't so sure, now she was curious if he would have given it to her. "The descent you can't stop... It can't be stopped, can it? I'm --- This is it, isn't it?" She was more so talking out loud. Katherine didn't expect him to care enough to answer her.

Didn't expect anyone to care enough. This was the sad life she chose to live. Alive, but alone.

Damon stared at her like she’d just spoken in a different language but not because she was wrong, her blood will help, but because no one ever looked at him with that amount of worry, panicking on how to help him like he actually mattered.

His brow arched slowly as her offer stumbled out of her and he exhaled, a quiet sound between disbelief and a pained laugh. "April." Damon shook his head, wincing again when she pressed a little too hard. "I told you, its just a little scratch. We're not planning my funeral here."

“You know most people run the other way when I’m bleeding out, right? Another wave of pain hit and he sucked a harsh breath through his teeth, the stake surely did hit something important that was taking too long for comfort to stitch itself back together.

He tilted his head back against the wall and gave a grudging nod. “Alright.” Damon muttered, voice rough but not unkind. “Give me your wrist.”

Yes it may have been foolish, stupid even, to offer a vampire her blood. April didn't care. She knew him enough that his life was now important to her. Even If she never told him, she was sure this would. Saving him for Stefan, for Elena, but also for herself. April might have the small flaw of thinking everyone mattered, but --- he mattered more than most. Whether he knew it or not.

Feeling him wince, she couldn't help but pull away quickly. "Sorry, I .. sorry." She whispered, looking at the wound for a moment, before her hands went back to it. This time more gently than the last. "A scratch? I'm covered in your blood Damon." Her words soft, laced with worry.

"I'm not most people, besides, I would never forgive myself if I left you and you ended up dying." She admitted. If she could help she would. She didn't care how many times he said he was fine, it wasn't hard to see that he was lying.

Nodding, she quickly took one of her hands from the wound, offering her wrist to him. Pressing it against his lips, as if she were urging him to take whatever he needed. "Go on, Damon.."

Damon barely breathed when she moved. One knee on the mattress and he already knew he was screwed. That was always the line with Katherine and once she crossed it, everything rational in him bowed out. Her hand pressed to his chest and the reaction was instant, a low sigh slipping from him as he tipped his head back to stare at the ceiling like maybe he could blink this away, bury the feeling, shove it down where everything else lived.

Her lips brushed his cheek and his entire body lit up like someone had wired a city skyline straight into his nerves. It pissed him off how fast it happened. How automatic it was. How she still had access to that part of him without even trying. He kept his eyes shut for half a second longer than he meant to, just feeling it, hating himself for feeling it.

And the second she pulled away, Damon snapped.

He shook his head once, sharply, like he could knock the haze off. Then he was up. His hand shot out, fingers curling around her wrist, stopping her in place before she even made it two steps. He tugged, firm but not rough, dragging her back toward him as he dropped back onto the bed and pulled her between his legs.

His stare cut into her, sharp and narrowed. “Hating you from afar.” He said, voice low and tense. “Is worse than hating you up close and personal.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting the part of him that wanted to lean into her instead of push her out. His hand slid up, fingers threading into the back of her neck, guiding her down until her face hovered just above his.

His voice barely rose above a whisper. “If you want to run off and go find Stefan to do this with.” He murmured, thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. "Then go. You’re free to. But you tell me now.”

Katherine knew the hold she had on him, understood what her games did. Pushing him away, just to watch him come crawling back. To watch him begging for her attention. Maybe not truly begging, but physically, he always came back. Always chased her.-- Katherine playing her favorite game, and Damon giving her what she wanted without fail. With little hesitation. The cat and mouse game.

The sharp breaths, the way he closed his eyes, all of the small reactions drawing her in. Unfortunately she was making a point, and she was far too stubborn to give in first.

Boots slipping from her grasp, thudding loudly against his floor.

There it was, his resistance, gone. Nowhere in sight. A small gasp escaped her lips as she was pulled down onto the bed, on top of him. Her free hand moving to his chest, pushing slightly, needing the leverage to keep her upper half from falling flush against him. This is where she wanted to be. On top of him, between his legs. In his arms, however he'd have her. A moment ago, she was truly scared he was over her. That he was finally done with the games.

"You could stop hating me all together Damon. I don't come back here for you to hate me -- up close and personal." She repeated his words back to him. The fingers on his chest twitching just slightly, enough that he would feel it.

Curls fell forward as he moved her head, her lips parting just slightly. Forming a small oh shape. This was one of the rare times that she didn't fight back, that she allowed him to do as he pleased. Enjoying his hand in her hair, because she wasn't sure when his hot would turn cold again.

Wide eyes began fluttering closed, leaning her face into his touch. Giving him something. Giving him more than she probably should, but the soft stroke of his thumb pulled her in. The affection something she craved. "If I wanted to do this with Stefan, I would have been waiting in his bed, not yours."

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