TVD: headcanon Death

Headcanon: Death

The witch knows death. She's been surrounded by it from birth.  She learned to treat Death as a friend and a teacher and became more efficient in the ways to protect herself and the ways to take the lives of others. 

Her curse only made Death even more of a companion for Nëela given the centuries spent studying it, perfecting her craft and surviving attacks. 

She isn't afraid of death but she hasn't expressed the will to be taken by her just yet, despite the curse. Since meeting with Klaus as an adult and experienced witch, Nëela is determined not to die, because he became one of the reasons she lives. (love, she's in love with him)

Klasma: love without limit, lust without control.

In moments like these, none of them could even think straight. It was their moment to let go and give it all. It was  their moment to turn soft moans and grunts into inhumane sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure. He would use his vampire strength to the maximum she could take, pounding into her until the bed creaked beneath their weights, letting her drop her head and hold herself on her arms so she wouldn't fall. 

She would encourage him with her noises and would allow her head to go blank so she would only focus on his body against hers, on his laboured breath, on his powerful thrusts. He would fuck her brains out and melt his brain in the process for she felt divine around him, she felt soft and warm against him and she gave herself to him without restraints. 

Love, without limits,

Lust without control 

Doya: still kicking ass!

“Well. Am I still an ass kicking-machine? Yes, I am! Am I being cheesy because I am now Mrs. Winchester? Guilty as charged! I love the new name. Very much so. I love being 40 as well. I am Carefree and I certainly don’t give two shits about anyone else’s opinion. 

Our lives have not changed. We still hunt. We still save people and we do it together but today, I can sit back and enjoy the life we made for ourselves. A messy life, filled with good, bad, and ugly. A messy life, we don’t have to suffer alone but live together. A messy life I wouldn’t change for all the gold in the world because I share it with you. I found my home in you and that’s all that matters to me. that you are happy and safe and so are the other two members of Team Free Will. Our family.”

Unnamed Girl's groove: superstar

Sara was a supe, yes, but she was a superstar. She loves her career, her fans, and the attention she gets from them. As a matter of fact, she loves it so much that she took it very badly when Ashley tried to hire her. Who the fuck did she think she was? Trying to use Sara as a pawn and clickbait to improve the popularity of Vaught? As a token minority that would bring a new demographic to their database? No way! Refusing the offer was one thing but now Sara had to deal with the fastest stalker on Earth

tvd: "you say witch"

"You say witch like you throw knives. You aim to hurt me. you show your disdain in the way you look at me. 

You say witch like you want to drown me. Punishing the likes of me like in the good old times. suffocating me with the cold liquid until there is nothing left of me.

You say witch like you desire to kill me. You don't need weapons for they would be useless against me. you don't need spells, because they would not work on me. All you really needed were your words and my heart in your palm."

Congratulations, you broke my heart. "

COPG: Summer love.

(Elpis) "Let me play your requiem. Give me a minute or two to look deep into your soul and see your true self. Let me play your requiem and celebrate the life you are about to leave behind. I admit, I have a soft spot for those who are willing to do anything to appease my soul. I admit, I like them even more if they help me get closer to my goal. My goal tonight? Chaos. Beautiful chaos that would entice my soulmate and myself. Chaos that would demonstrate my strength and the level of control I have over my powers. So yes, mortal, let me play your requiem tonight. let me celebrate the end of your existence on this astral plane for it serves a higher purpose."

Doya: "Oya and Liv."

 A smile. Oya was wondering how long it had been since she last saw Liv genuinely smile. Eternity maybe -Well, it did feel like it had been a very long time- But it didn't matter much. What truly mattered was the smile on her face. What truly mattered, was the warmth in her heart and the hearty laughter that always followed. Being busy with her daily job, made their meetings very scarce and so far and few in between BUT, each moment spent together drew the two women closer together. Well, Jacob certainly knew of Liv, and Dean certainly heard about her (perhaps the same healthy amount she discussed her childhood friends, the Thomases), but Oya's heart could recognize kin when she saw it. A smile. it was but just a smile.

GoT modern: I want to be your firecracker

JB

"The things you make me feel, Jaime.. nobody can ever. I want to be your firecracker forever. I can't accept being taken away from you. Why did I meet you so late in my life? why did I have to go through shit, to eventually know bliss? oh... I love you. I love you so."

"What did you expect? I guess that wherever I go, I can't really escape tabloids. throughout the years, I learned how to deal with whatever was said about me. These days, I guess they have a field day given how happy I am. Rumour has it that I am seeing someone, but they're not even close as to who."

Misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: Morning Glory

 Misadventures of Eros and Thanatos: Morning Glory

This is the calm after the storm when everything was said and done. There laid the pieces of our hearts, shattered by the violence of our words of the day before.

It feels as if we woke up from a nightmare, exhausted, heartbroken, with acute senses. We could feel the warm breeze on our faces again, the sting of the open wounds we still carry, the dried tears on our faces, the latest testimonies of war.

We look at each other, still at a safe distance for we aren't sure yet. Are we going to rip each other's throat like the night before? Are we going to let doubt and fear creep into our hearts? Are we letting darkness win over? We cautiously gather the broken pieces on the floor and carry our hearts in our hands.

We look at each other, confused, upset, and ashamed. Yes, why did we have to hurt the other with words we weren't even thinking? why did we have to spit at our faces, the lies, and fear we keep telling ourselves?

I guess, deep down we both fear being left behind. We both fear to be alone again. We both fear to have the other wake up one day and see that we are not enough.

We look at each other and we realize that we lived through another day, and as we look into each other's eyes, we could see again, the love we have for each other. Its warmth soothes our souls and finally, we are able to see each other again, without the rose-tinted glass of self-hatred.

This is the calm after the storm when our war ends. This is the moment we see with clarity that there was no reason to be afraid because the other is genuine in the love they have for us. This is the moment we allow truth to pierce through the thick coat of lies we draped ourselves with. Love, true love, is triumphant.

And we hug. And I can feel that peace I have been craving for. I can feel that truth I have been searching for. You love me and I love you. And that was all we need to understand so the war could end. We love each other, what greater gift to ask for?

My love is serene

A little poem for tonight :) A very special one :)

"I took a risk that night when I opened up to you for the first time. I anticipated what to expect, what you would say, I ran plans into my head in case things went sideways so it wouldn't hurt too much because that's what I used to do. Love, for me, was always a slippery slope. It led to disappointments, and pain and rejection. That was what I used to know, well, until you. I remember the words I said 'Is it possible to miss someone you've never hugged before?'. I remember words left my lips without me realizing and you simply said: "I miss you too." Neat! simple! true. You read into me like an open book, cracked the code and oh, I know I wanted to hug you that night like never before.

I remember our first "I love you". Said one night before I fell asleep on you. my fingertips itched all night because I wanted to say those words to you, knowing full well that you would understand them the way I meant them. You were part of my life, you were a dear friend, a loved one. I stuck my neck out there, closing my eyes as tight as I could because I was afraid you'd shut yourself down, but you didn't. You said them back. You said.... oh.. I remember. Love was taking a different meaning. It wasn't so much about pain and fear. You taught me otherwise. Well, I learned otherwise.

My love is serene. my love is certain. I grew into the feelings I have for you. They are endless, boundless, and complete. A love I never thought I could ever experience someday. You're my friend, my best friend, my family. You're my soulmate. I know it. And we walk the path of life and all I ever want for you is to be happy, And I know you love me too, which is a luxury I never thought I would have. I remember, "Allow me to love you too." you said, when that one very bad night, I was convinced it was over when my mind got the best of me over something petty. "Allow me to be there for you," you said that day too. "I will be there." And you are still. Holding the heart I carefully put in your hands. Caring for me in ways I never thought I deserved. I allowed you in and you never left.

This is it, that Love I was looking for. Serene and certain. Because you might not be a man of many words, but you always showed up. You always showed me. You simply are and I couldn't wish you to be any different. I love all of you. Like you love all of me. And I long for the days I could say these words in your ear so you could know in the secrets of our whispers, just how much I think the world of you. "

they say don't touch the rose

"They say you're an idiot because you should know that you shouldn't touch a rose because its thorns could cut you deep.

I say they don't understand. I can see your bloody hands. I know they are shredded because you fought against my horns, holding tight onto them until they gave up and let you in.

You held onto me, onto the real me, despite my resistance and all the fucking shit I put you through.

And for this I'm grateful.
And for this you're awesome.
And I see you... like you see me."