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a multimuse && dependent rpg blog based on tvdrp FEAT. isobel flemming

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eyes open, blinking awake. they stare at the ceiling for a brief moment before shutting closed to ease the pounding headache erupting in the back of their left eye. she sits up, her curly locks fall in front of her face. isobel rubs her eye and forehead, trying to soothe the pain in her brain. she groans lightly, before moving her hair out of her face and using her right eye to peak around the room. cream walls, grey carpet and brown baseboards. posters of women in bikinis and sports car litter the walls around her. isobel closes both eyes and scoffs under her breath.

isobel crawls out from underneath the sheets, naked as the day she was born. she searches for her clothes, first finding her underwear on a standing lamp in the corner of the room. she quirks an eyebrow with a smirk playing on her lips. before continuing to find her clothes, gathering them all in a ball under her arm. isobel walks over to the window to check where she was, she recognized the area at least. she threw on last nights outfit and walked out of the apartment.

she checks her appearance in her phone, walking on the street. it was obvious what she had done the previous night. she luckily pulls off undone and casual. fixing her lipstick, she pursed her lips and put her phone away. before she bumps into someone and stumbles, cursing once she heard her phone fall. " shit ! " not taking a moment, she bent down and grabbed her phone before meeting eyes with the other. " well, now you owe me a new phone. " she teased with a smile.

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𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧

it was just mason's luck that the moment he was able to come back from the other side that he was thrust into a shitty situation. he had been fully prepared to come back as his former self; a triggered werewolf that had already learned to deal with his physiology. now instead of focusing on protecting his nephew and seeking out his revenge, he had to deal with learning to accept being a vampire. at least temporarily. it was a hard pill for him to swallow; going from being a wolf that hated vampires to being the very thing that he despised.

he was hungry. all the time. and no matter how many times he stuffed his face, nothing seemed to sate the never ending hunger he felt in the pit of his stomach. he knew what he had to do to fix it; the very last thing he wanted to do. but after days of fighting against his new vampiric urges, he finally gave in late one night. snatching up an unsuspecting victim from the shadows of a dark alley and draining them dry without a second thought, unable to stop himself from drinking his fill until he was satisfied.

he dropped the now limp body with a shaky gasp, licking over his lips as the innate shame and guilt over what he had just done began to set in. "fucking hell.." he mumbled under his breath, before his back stiffened, feeling the presence of another being behind him.

"what do you want?"

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isobel knew all about the tricks of the trade and had already noticed during the previous night, a creature of the night stalking an unknowing victim and luring them in the dark alley at night. she wasn't primed to fight against anything in this current form she is stuck in, so she waited till he got his fill and quenched his hunger. isobel was never in good graces with anyone and she knew she needed more allies in her corner. this werewolf turned vampire was her first attempt at building an inner circle that could hypothetically trust her. scratch her back and she'll owe you one.

" just came to see if my hypothesis was correct and looks like i wasn't wrong. turns out im not the only one afflicted with this virus..." she paused, giving him a slow once over. " aren't you a lockwood ? shouldn't you be covered in fur and howling at the moon right about now ? "

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past curfew || katherine x open

The sharp click of Katherine's heels echoed against the empty streets as she approached the council building. Mystic Falls was eerily quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that felt oppressive rather than peaceful. The streetlights buzzed faintly, their orange glow flickering like they could barely hold themselves together. Fitting, she thought grimly. They matched her mood. And right now Katherine was in a bad mood... it was a bad day, a bad month... a bad fucking decade. Somehow her plans weren't exactly coming to fruition and it was frustrating her to no end.

And now this. Being human. Disgusting.

The cold air bit at her skin, and she pulled her coat tighter around herself, the human sensation of chill still foreign and unwelcome. It had been some time since the spell had rendered her mortal, and the novelty of vulnerability had long worn off. Every ache, every pang of hunger, every shiver reminded her of just how fragile she’d become. But Katherine Pierce wasn’t fragile. She refused to be.

She stopped in front of the council building, her eyes scanning the steps. The towering columns loomed over her like sentinels, and for a moment, she let herself feel small—just for a moment. Then the sound of footsteps broke the silence, and she instinctively stiffened, turning sharply toward the noise. Someone was there, stepping out of the shadows. Of course, there was. There was always someone lurking in this cursed town. Katherine’s heart skipped a beat—a genuine, human reaction she despised—and she clenched her fists to steady herself.

“Perfect,” she muttered under her breath, forcing her lips into a sardonic smile. She couldn’t let them see her falter, whoever they were. She straightened her posture, lifting her chin like the queen she still believed herself to be, even now. Her eyes swept over the figure, assessing. Stranger or not, friend or foe, it didn’t matter. She would handle it. She always did. But the weight pressing against her ribs, the hollow ache of her mortality, made her feel exposed in a way she hadn’t since... well, not in centuries. The person moved closer, and Katherine felt her pulse quicken—a sensation she was still getting used to. She curled her fingers into the fabric of her coat, masking the tremor with a haughty gesture as she folded her arms. “What?” she quipped, her voice sharp and dripping with derision. “Haven’t seen a girl out past curfew before?”

The snark came easily, a shield she didn’t even need to think about. Let them believe she was in control. Let them think she wasn’t just human, vulnerable, and out of her depth. But beneath the mask, Katherine felt the faintest pang of unease. She hated this. The nights were colder now, the shadows darker, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t the thing lurking in them. She watched the figure carefully, her sharp brown eyes revealing nothing but cool disdain. “Well?” she said, louder this time, her tone hard and impatient. She was Katherine Pierce. She would be damned if she let anyone—human, vampire, or otherwise—see her crumble.

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isobel lingered on the street after leaving the bar. she was taking full advantage of her recent human transformation, might as well get drunk while they were still figuring this swapping mess out. she shivered under her coat, not used to the chilliness effecting her so. luckliy the alcohol did a lot of the heavy lifting when it came to keeping her warm. walking down the street, she saw a familiar silhouette posed in front of the council building. she squinted in recognition and stalked forward.

" well well, look what the devil dragged in... " she replied, a coy smirk permentally staining her features. " if i didn't know any better i would've said you're nervous or even more ridiculous... scared. " isobel teased, noticing the invincibile katherine pierce cold and frightened like a little kitten abandoned by it's mother and forced to face the world by itself. isobel knew a bit about that life, and always respected katherine. she wasn't her most trusted ally really ever, but she sure did everything in style and stuck to surving for herself. " you didn't happen to lose a little something too, did you ? "

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(   emmanuelle chriqui. thirty-two. vampire.  )  ISOBEL FLEMMING,  you’ve been haunting mystic falls’ streets with your desire to KEEP YOUR FAMILY ALIVE AND FIND YOUR HUMANITY AGAIN.  it’s only a matter of time before your UNDIPLOMATIC && INCONSIDERATE tendencies prove to be your own undoing; unless your ADAPTABLE && VALIANT nature helps you obtain allies before it’s too late.

so everything is canon up until s2 e17, the episode isobel og canonally dies from compulsion by klaus. instead this time he let her live ...

CANON: after betraying katherine, isobel had a lackey abandon elena at the cemetary right in front of her bio grandparents' gravestone for their daughter. instead of telling her farewells to elena face to face, it is hand written on a note that she instructed the lackey give to elena. to which he did after he recieved the call from isobel. she uses this opportunity to disappear, hoping to search for a new life. she is however pulled back to mystic falls due to the apparent soon-to-be extermination of vampire exsistance. she is not finished with this life just yet and wants to ensure that her beautiful daughter, elena gilbert, remains alive.

" My parents - your grandparents - they put this here when it became clear that the police weren't gonna find my body. They visit every week, and they bring flowers, even though there's no one buried here. The Isobel they knew is dead. So maybe there's a part of me buried here, the human part, the part that I abandoned when I chose to become a vampire, the part that used to dream about the day that she'd know her daughter. And instead you got to meet the other part... The part that would betray her own flesh and blood. I'm so sorry, Elena... That I was such a disappointment to you. "

no specific plots but her og connections could still be active. some other ideas: reluctanct allies, enemies with 'benefits', a girlfriend in crime, an innocent she adores/acts as auntie, etc.