#𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭. an independent writing blog for 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 marie 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭, from 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. season one - three tvd show based, human elena primarily. * anti-delena. ROMANTICALLY. not anti in a platonic ship. * anti-plec. tvd based with other crossovers. be VIGILANT of triggering themes , tvd is a heavy themed based show : very welcoming to ocs, muses from other fandoms, mutuals & non mutuals. mun is 21+. 𖡻 𓈒 ୭ৎ rabbit hearted girl. ♥︎ 🦌 ۪ ݁ 𓈒
✐ . . DEAR DIARY. ᝰ.ᐟ a study in . . . tragedy, loss, cosmic & epic love, the supernatural. the troubles of being an empath, doppelgangers, selflessness, high intuition, compassion. the quintessential girl next door, protective over those she loves. finding strength, being a writer, skillful at seeing patterns between things that other people might miss. & being a warrior princess.
01. ✘ mun is 21+ and anti-delena. i don't mind to explore delena in a platonic sense, but strictly platonic. i am duplicate friendly. i use gifs and occasionally icons (im still working on those), but feel free to use whatever you like! i just ask dont use overly large gifs pls. this is ideal size for example:
02. ✘ my elena is portrayed in early season tvd, so please keep that in mind if you write in later season tvd/ect. my elena is primarily human. the only time i'll write her as a vampire is upon request/with a plot in mind. and if with stefan, then certainly loyal to stefan. i personally despise the way plec changed elena's characterization + morals from the elena i got to know in early season tvd, so i will not be doing that here and a good part to my reasoning why i'm early tvd based. my version of this character would never betray stefan, especially for damon. unlike plec, i'm not writing for fan vote.
03. ✘ be mindful of triggering themes such as gore, blood, death, drowning; ect on this blog.
04. ✘ i am super welcoming to original characters! i adore ocs. and i am very welcoming to family ocs/children ocs in elena's older verses as long as it matches up with elena being human. & if it's a child oc, then it also has to be a stefan and elena kid bc i can't see her settling for any one else like that among the canon's on tvd. 💜
05. ✘ i love different fandoms + crossovers, so do not hesitate to write with me if you apart of one outside of tvd. stranger things, dc, marvel, the summer i turned pretty, outer banks, pretty little liars, disney, the hunger games, ginny + georgia are some top fandoms i love and have verses for elena for that are under construction.
06. ✘ if you follow me first, pls feel free to reply to any of my opens, send memes or ask me to plot! memes don't have expiration dates nor do open starters so again pls feel free and dont be shy<3. ok ily!!!
𐙚🧸ྀི . . . verses are a work in process. but i do have a dc, marvel, thg, stranger things, the summer i turned pretty, outer banks, ginny and georgia and pretty little liars verse! i just have yet to flesh them all out here.
“arrogant? could never be me. that’s actually my brother’s specialty.” though, stefan’s not without a fault. his arrogance lies mostly in his self-righteousness while damon is the one more traditionally brash and openly narcissistic. “let’s just agree to disagree because i tend to be quite passionate about my caramels,” he jokingly concludes, finding it amusing how she always has something to say. that’s probably one of the reasons why they get along so well. so does he. “a caramel frappuccino?” he’ll remember that, bring her one to school in the morning. “let me guess… you only like the caramel frappuccino because they don’t make a bubblegum one?” teasing as he lingers helplessly on the porch, waiting for elena to notice that he hasn’t followed her inside and invite him in.
“mhm, that’s right.” he isn’t big on zodiacs and stars and all that stuff, but wonders if she is. “right? my mother missed halloween by a couple of hours. i’ll never forgive her for taking the opportunity to throw costume birthday parties away from me,” stefan playfully muses, having to speak louder now that she’s somewhere inside the house. “june 22nd? you almost were born on independence day,” he quips, thinking she does look like a summer child. she’s so radiant. “some of us have a sophisticated palate and others like… bubblegum.” oh, he’s not letting that one go easily. smiling goofily when she returns, visibly confused, stefan decides he should just pretend he’s being silly and funny and fooling around. “it didn’t sound like a real invitation,” he points out sheepishly. it still doesn’t sound like she’s inviting him in and so he stays right where he is, feeling more and more awkward by the second.
"so i've noticed." which made her face sneer, not to be judgy-- but she didn't like his brother at all & wondered how did the same parents create stefan and then had a damon. it didn't make sense. "fine, agree to disagree. don't want to upset mr. caramel enjoyer. CEO of the caramels." the brunette teases right back, "are you getting sassy now? and here i am praising something caramel." but yes... maybe she would enjoy a bubblegum frappucinno now he mentions it. "no seriously, caramel and coffee IS a delicious combination, sfefan." then again, he sounded sassy about everything, even the halloween party line. "but am i? halloween is much closer to november first than june twenty second to july fourth," she banters, giggling at the challenge. "that just means i'm more fun than you." about the pallets, grinning at teasing him, momentarily forgetting she's upset at him. "okay, you're just being silly now. yes stefan, you can come in." opening the door further, brows creasing in confusion, left in the dark here how come he's being so strange.
"come on, lydiakins," elena jokes, "what could you possibly say no to a 60s party for? it'll be fun! plus, hello? you're the life of every party.. won't be the same without you." a pout forms before she hears the second offer & face lights back up in excitement, "of course we can, i need a dress shopping partner anyway so that works."
caius delicately takes the flyer from elena’s nimble grasp. he analyzes it without his features giving away what it made him feel. did he plan on going? no. there was possibly an infinite amount of things he would rather do— in the case he were going alone, that is. having a particular brunette around his arm could convince him otherwise. “i suppose it depends on whether or not you’ll joining me, darling,” he responds returning the flyer to it’s rightful owner. “if you expect me to go alone, that would just be cruel, wouldn’t it?”
doe eyes watching with an excitement brimming underneath the amber glowing in the sun, anticipating the reaction. face lit up in an optimistic smile because there was zero no's being shot back, hand taking back the flyer and slipping it into her notebook. "is that so?" features deflated into something intrigued now, didn't expect that she admits. "well if that's the bargain, i think... i can work with that. wouldn't want to be cruel," elena teases, nodding though in serious commitment before pointer finger is held up, leaning closer, "only one condition, you still have to dress the part. i can't show up and it only be me participating. still on or is that a deal breaker?"
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"so ... are you going or what?" not that she's even giving them the option, because if they say no, she'll give her BEST pout and just guilt them into saying yes.
bonnie deserved better. i think about this all the time and get mad all over again how the show writers treated her when shes literally the coolest & smartest & a queen. i love her so much <3 that is all
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smile faltered before picking back up again because she didn't want to ruin his mood. starting to learn nagging didn't help matters– had to get smarter at nurturing. but okay, she really couldn't help it. he is her brother & is she just... not supposed to care? of course she cared, that'd be crazy. and if the roles were reversed, she's certain he'd be in her personal space -- or smoke -- that the brunette was currently trying not to make a face at as it stung her eyes and smell. "badass? yes. still worrying me? also yes. just had to make sure it wasn't getting infected with any gunky stuff." she claims-- eyeing it closer, wondering if it really was just that. being a hunter.
𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙳𝚈 𝙸𝙽 . . . saltwater grief, victor’s silence, boy’s undoing. a crown gleaming like sun on water, hiding what lurks beneath. the boy they adored, the one they devoured. a body claimed by the Capitol, a heart that never made it back to shore
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"so ... are you going or what?" not that she's even giving them the option, because if they say no, she'll give her BEST pout and just guilt them into saying yes.
“arrogant? could never be me. that’s actually my brother’s specialty.” though, stefan’s not without a fault. his arrogance lies mostly in his self-righteousness while damon is the one more traditionally brash and openly narcissistic. “let’s just agree to disagree because i tend to be quite passionate about my caramels,” he jokingly concludes, finding it amusing how she always has something to say. that’s probably one of the reasons why they get along so well. so does he. “a caramel frappuccino?” he’ll remember that, bring her one to school in the morning. “let me guess… you only like the caramel frappuccino because they don’t make a bubblegum one?” teasing as he lingers helplessly on the porch, waiting for elena to notice that he hasn’t followed her inside and invite him in.
“mhm, that’s right.” he isn’t big on zodiacs and stars and all that stuff, but wonders if she is. “right? my mother missed halloween by a couple of hours. i’ll never forgive her for taking the opportunity to throw costume birthday parties away from me,” stefan playfully muses, having to speak louder now that she’s somewhere inside the house. “june 22nd? you almost were born on independence day,” he quips, thinking she does look like a summer child. she’s so radiant. “some of us have a sophisticated palate and others like… bubblegum.” oh, he’s not letting that one go easily. smiling goofily when she returns, visibly confused, stefan decides he should just pretend he’s being silly and funny and fooling around. “it didn’t sound like a real invitation,” he points out sheepishly. it still doesn’t sound like she’s inviting him in and so he stays right where he is, feeling more and more awkward by the second.
"maybe he's rubbing off on you." it's a playful accusation just because she's on one towards him in the last bit. "okay, fine. especially since i can tell." how passionate he is over his caramels – she wouldn't want to offend nor think she was ever going to win. "actually stefan, i prefer SOME things without bubblegum." she sighs, shaking her head like she's disappointed he won't let it go now. "i like two shots of espresso and light on the caramel. it's tasty, just like the mocha one." chocolate and caramel... just depending on her mood. though, she does love the fruity drinks too. she just won't let him tease her about it. "right, i don't think i'd let my mom ever know a day of peace if she skipped the night of halloween to have me born on," elena jokes, now wondering what his mom and entire family is like.
"hmm. not really, not as close as you almost being born on halloween." brunette corrects, smiling a little like an antagonist or a challenger. once she made her rounds back to the entrance of her home, there was definitely confusion embedding deep across her olive features. um, okay... why was he being so weird about it? "i know but i told you i was kidding," she reminds, looking at him strangely. why would he need to be perfectly welcomed or something? why would he take that to heart. unless... maybe he just didn't want to over step boundaries considering how reluctant she was to let him hang around any longer earlier. "it was a joke, i promise it's fine that you come in."
“of course, i do have a point. my looks may have deceived you but i’m more than just a pretty face,” stefan playfully quips, stifling a laugh because he doesn’t want to spew out that half-melted caramel chew. “maybe? oh, please, my technique is excellent. yours on the other hand…” he trails off, eyes twinkling with amusement as he hopes to humor her enough to coax one of these sweet, melodic giggles out of her. “and full of chemicals and artificial coloring.” not that he minds. it’s not like red 40 can harm his body. “caramels, especially the homemade ones, aren’t so bad in comparison. it’s basically just sugar, butter, condensed milk and corn syrup.” which is safe in moderation, definitely not as harmful as artificial food dye.
“always happy to share random facts, miss starburst-is-better-than-caramels,” he lightly teases, gently nudging her with his elbow and smiling. “dollar to two fifty? what a rip-off.” shaking his head, he finds it fascinating how everything changes. “right? they should have kept it at that.” blibber-blubber. he nods, confirming silently that yes, of course, he’s only a few months older. “november 1st.” 1846. “when’s yours?” it’s an important date, one he’d like to remember. “yeah, no, i have a very sophisticated palate.” it sounds all wrong when he thinks about that one thing that he truly craves… it’s anything but sophisticated. he begins walking towards the threshold when she first speaks up but is halted instantly the second she adds of course i’m not. NOT? oh, he doesn’t like this game. he lingers awkwardly on the porch, rolling his eyes and pretending he’s only playing along when the truth is — he genuinely can’t come in unless she invites him. “well, in that case, guess i’ll just stand here and wait for that mean bear to get me.” he watches her disappear out of sight and his smile briefly drops. “elena?”
doe eyes light heartedly roll again, "not growing arrogant, are we?" elena questions, dark brow quirking. "they're equally not good for us, don't try to pull the which is healthier card because the answer is neither. so you may as well choose the one bursting with flavors instead of just one." she rambles before giving a signature point, "though i'm not against a caramel frappuccino from starbucks." so hopefully that'll make the caramel lover feel better, nudging him back as she giggles. wondering if she's getting too sucked into laughing again, a little too hyper aware that she still has to be on guard.
"november first?" head tilts, interested, "wow, you almost was born on halloween. how cool is that?" sounds super cool and he does seem like an autumn. "june 22nd." the brunette answers, smiling softly. "a sophisticated palate?" she can't help but laugh when he says things like that, he's funny. witty. clearly, really intelligent. mind gets lost in daydreaming about that while she's removing her jacket and throwing it over the back of the couch and only after that she realizes he's not coming yet. that's strange? she thinks before walking back across the living room and reappearing back in the hall, peaking around the door, "stefan?" voice confused, "you know i'm kidding right?" a puzzled look on her face, sheepishly laughing.
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“oh, come on, think about it. i can’t make that hot chocolate that i’ve been telling you so much about from timeout, can i?” stefan wonders, putting on his sweetest, most innocent smile. it only falters when he hears her next words. “let me earn yours, then. little by little,” he pleads softly, emerald hues flickering briefly towards her. he hates lying to her, hates having to feed her half-truths and trying to distract her, but not everything is about trust. does he trust her? more than he trusts most. but these little lies are meant to protect her. what she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. “nerds are good, too.” nothing to write home about, can’t compare with the sweetness of caramel chews, though. “okay, alright, that’s the good kind of bubblegum. though, i don’t like the way it sticks to your face when it pops. caramels stick to your teeth but that’s different because you can just keep your mouth closed and wait for it to melt.” he’ll remember that — her love for a classic bubblegum. “did you know that bubblegum was originally sold under the name blibber-blubber? promise i’m not making this up. and it cost exactly a penny.” there was a time when a penny could get you quite a few things. a newspaper, a stick of candy, a biscuit, a candle…
“well, in that case, i sure do hope you’re into older men, miss gilbert,” he teases, waiting for her to snatch one of the caramels before popping the other one into his mouth. now that kind of sweetness always brings back memories, the few good ones that he has of his childhood. laughing at being called a grandfather, he hasn’t even realized that carrying caramel chews in your pocket has gone out of fashion. “it’s good, it’s delicious, i promise,” he assures, finding it cute how elena first sniffs the candy and only then gives it a try. “i’m starting to think something’s seriously wrong with your tastebuds.” who prefers fruity candy over caramels?! criminal behavior. he watches her with amusement, tucking her hair behind her ear as she examines the piece of candy and sort of just nibbles on it. “that’s because you’re doing it all wrong. this isn’t gum, you’re not supposed to bite into it like that. let it sit on your tongue for a moment, until it’s soft and half-melted, and then chew,” he instructs, wondering, but not without good-natured humor, if it’s her first day on planet earth or first encounter with proper caramel chews.
they both fall silent, sucking on pieces of caramel candy stuck to their teeth and melting on their tongues. fortunately, by the time they reach elena’s house, stefan feels like he can smile again without worrying. he steals another glance in her direction, feeling shy all the sudden, intimidated by her beauty. he blames it on the moon and the fact that she does look exactly like that girl from the past but at the same time… she’s just so different. he lingers on the porch, just marveling at her. “i’ll be more than happy to oblige. one hot chocolate coming right up. though, i might need some help. an assistant.” he waits for her to invite him in, pretending he’s admiring the flag. “are you i can come in? won’t your aunt mind?”
"okay, you may have a point there," doe eyes playfully roll, sighing as she found something logical in that statement. she had to admit, he was right. the expression on her face turns a little surprised, she didn't expect that -- another thing elena has to admit. darn his pretty eyes, she was kicking herself for not saying no. "okay, fine.. maybe." she concludes, a hard maybe. she may change her mind once she's no longer under the spell of emeralds she can see even in the dark. "but i'm impatient, i want to chew." she was like a puppy, ready to gnaw. "skittles, starbursts, sour patch kids... all fruity. and all much more delicious."
"i did not know that, but thank you for telling me mr. gum teacher. good to know about one of my favorite candies. now it's one dollar to two fifty." strange how things and time changes like that. "blibber-bubber has a catchy tune to it." a little laugh sounds from her at that. "well, you may have the soul of grandpa... but you're still barely older, right? by a few months, i bet. but so what? when's your birthday anyway." elena questions with a curious smile while she's thinking of it. the chews remind her of halloween, getting to the caramels and only half way liking them even back then. "no way, your tastebuds are the broken ones!" playfully scoffing, gently shaking her head. "what do you mean if i'm sure? of course i'm not." the brunette plays again, giggling amusingly as she turns, pretending she's leaving him while leaving the door open. "i'm going to save mine for the hot chocolate. let it melt it!"
