#nodamnsel

he holds her.   he holds her as if his very life depended on it. sometimes he allows himself to believe that it   does,   that without her his very breath would cease, that without her. . . .   life would hold no purpose.   only sometimes.    ❝    you’ll leave here someday.    ❞    his head tips until his cheek can rest against the crown of her head, breath   wafting   across her hair gently.    ❝    you were never meant for the constraints of this town, darling. you’re meant for far more.    ❞     

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! // always accepting !!

bellamy. i created a verse w/ tiffany where he and caroline ended up being best friends and it brings me serotonin but i also don’t remember anything except octavia was a werewolf and hunter!bellamy who had to learn to accept supernatural creatures into his life. idrk why i’m picturing a braven like dynamic but i am. 

shane. also a hunter although ironically i don’t think he’d believe in witches until faced with one. ( which... i feel like happened in to? where marcel had banished all the witches so eventually people thought they didn’t exist idr or was that werewolves.... ). he’d probably be Terrified at first bc of that good old fatherly conditioning that leads him to believe that supernatural creatures are evil and humans need to be protected from them. he could come around quicker to her than to elena or caroline i think though. 

luna. i can truly say i’ve never thought about luna in tvd. i haven’t watched s7 or s8 as of rn but do plan to watch it in this rewatch ( currently on s6 ) even if i kind of dread it since i basically watch for tyler and bonnie iajoierg. anyway the point was idk if there was anything in those seasons that could make sense. i could do some augustine / becca’s lab parallel if i really wanted to ig. IDK. i think they’d be v powerful though. 

jasmine. two powerful witches making me happy. the only thing i really had worked out was she’s more diplomatic and is tired of the whole witches v vampires v werewolves rivalry 

juliet. i could get really wild here since her entire thing is reproductive research and say that in tvd she’s working on how vamps could reproduce. other than that i really got nothing unless you have lost ideas for bonnie.  

sun. i don’t have any idea how to connect them but i Want it. i don’t know how much i vibe w/ witch!sun, but i could see it because of the connection to nature. 

lydia. SO w/ lydia i tend to completely merge lore & have it be post allison’s death in tw where she has to leave beacon hills. idr well enough rn but i know in either s5 or s6 lydia was basically like i don’t have classes because i have enough credits to graduate ( which .. p sure is not a thing w/ hs but sure go off tw ). i don’t usually make that relevant and just have her transfer to mystic falls where she can get away from beacon hills and really try and focus on her grief and learning how to use her powers without the weight of everyone else around her. ANYWAY, the point is they could easily meet AND could also easily play into what you said the other day about wanting other side threads bc of lydia’s connection to death and beyond. them <3

i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. i was afraid, terrified of a life without you. but a life where you found yourself resenting me would’ve been far too much to bear. there’s a part of me that knows writing you is a mistake, putting you at risk with your father, your very future   ;   it’s entirely unlike me. yet i sit here, love, with an ache in chest and my heart in my hands. 

i cannot stomach the way we left things a few night’s past   —   me, adamant that all i’ll ever be good for is working the roads, hands only meant for callouses and monotony. nothing but a distant memory in your rearview mirror. and you….   you with the world before you. you were made for more, for something great, something extraordinary and far beyond the constraints of this town.   far beyond me.   your father convinced me he was right, that i was nothing but a ball and chain holding you back.

but that’s the thing, love   —   if letting you go was the right thing to do, then why do i feel more alone than i ever have   ?   why do i feel that letting you slip between my fingers   was   the mistake   ?   i should’ve never let you go without me, i shouldn’t have said what i had   —   i was hurting, my tragically poetic mind a damned hindrance. but i know now that   that   isn’t how we end, bonnie bennett. i never told you but, i don’t have a family. you’ve asked me of my parents’ whereabouts and i’ve given you nothing but dodgy, backwards responses. it’s not because i didn’t trust you, or because i didn’t want you to know every part of me, for you know i do, but it’s because i’ve been alone since they left. they abandoned me when i was just a boy, and i only ever felt whole again since you. since the very moment i first laid eyes on you that evening at the carnival. i remember your smile beaming down at us from the top of the ferris wheel, our eyes met and your smile receded just a fraction.   it softened,   and so did my heart. 

i don’t expect you to come running back into my arms, darling. but   allow me to run into yours.   tell me to come to new york, tell me that you want me there and i’ll bloody    be   there. i love you, more than i ever thought possible.

                    sincerely and most ardently yours,                          lorenzo

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@nodamnsel​   ,   bonnie bennett.

                   my dearest bonnie,

i hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. i was afraid, terrified of a life without you. but a life where you found yourself resenting me would’ve been far too much to bear. there’s a part of me that knows writing you is a mistake, putting you at risk with your father, your very future   ;   it’s entirely unlike me. yet i sit here, love, with an ache in chest and my heart in my hands.

i cannot stomach the way we left things a few night’s past   —   me, adamant that all i’ll ever be good for is working the roads, hands only meant for callouses and monotony. nothing but a distant memory in your rearview mirror. and you. . . .   you with the world before you. you were made for more, for something great, something extraordinary and far beyond the constraints of this town.   far beyond me.   your father convinced me he was right, that i was nothing but a ball and chain holding you back.

but that’s the thing, love   —   if letting you go was the right thing to do, then why do i feel more alone than i ever have   ?   why do i feel that letting you slip between my fingers   was   the mistake   ?   i should’ve never let you go without me, i shouldn’t have said what i had   —   i was hurting, my tragically poetic mind a damned hindrance. but i know now that   that   isn’t how we end, bonnie bennett. i never told you but, i don’t have a family. you’ve asked me of my parents’ whereabouts and i’ve given you nothing but dodgy, backwards responses. it’s not because i didn’t trust you, or because i didn’t want you to know every part of me, for you know i do, but it’s because i’ve been alone since they left. they abandoned me when i was just a boy, and i only ever felt whole again since you. since the very moment i first laid eyes on you that evening at the carnival. i remember your smile beaming down at us from the top of the ferris wheel, our eyes met and your smile receded just a fraction.   it softened,   and so did my heart.

i don’t expect you to come running back into my arms, darling. but   allow me to run into yours.   tell me to come to new york, tell me that you want me there and i’ll bloody    be   there. i love you, more than i ever thought possible.