#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.
Damon’s gaze shifted toward her as she took the empty seat, one brow arching at the question. For a second, he considered giving her the easy answer. Bourbon. Boredom. Instead, he glanced down at the drink in his hand. “Because knowing something won’t work has never stopped me from trying it anyway.”
The admission came casually, almost careless, but he covered it with a faint smirk before she could examine it too closely. Damon lifted the glass again, taking a drink as his attention moved toward the entrance behind her.
“You might want to check whichever group is being the loudest. Or find the nearest unattended keg and follow the sound of unsolicited social advice.” His eyes returned to Elena, briefly taking in the purse settled protectively in her lap and the menu she clearly had no intention of using.
“You know, most people who aren’t into alcohol don’t usually wander into bars alone after dark.” He rested an elbow against the counter, turning slightly toward her. “Especially when they’re already irritated enough to start interrogating the locals.”
There was no real edge behind it. Damon knew the irritation wasn’t entirely about Caroline, but he had enough sense not to pry at something Elena clearly wasn’t offering.
A rare display of restraint.
“Relax. I’m not going to use this opportunity to corrupt you.” His mouth curved with practiced innocence. “Unless ordering fries counts. I’ve heard they’re a gateway food.”
He signaled toward the bartender before looking back at her.
“I haven’t seen Caroline, but I can help you look.” Damon paused, his expression flattening with mock seriousness. “Mostly because watching you roam around Mystic Falls asking every stranger if they’ve seen her sounds exhausting.”
"um. . ." elena stalled for a second, brows twitching in confusion, "okay, mr. cryptic." but then she thought about it longer. "sounds like you and how stubborn you seem to be." she concluded, giving a roll of doe eyes at the reminder of it. "if we're being honest the second part kinda sounds like you too," gilbert girl quips, taunting him with the unsolicited advice part. "yeah, well . . . sometimes there's things you just have to do in order to be a good friend." whether it's risky or dangerous or not.
"not unless the fries have cheese on them." being difficult on purpose, besides . . . cheese fries did sound good right about now to eat her feelings and worries away as the glow of her phone illuminated olive features, opening it to caroline's message box once again, fingers typing a million more question marks before hitting send. "i'm not sure about that. sounds like you want to help and i've never known you to genuinely want to without causing something in the midst." confused look shot his way when elena lifts her gaze back up on damon, having major doubts about that.
"hm. . ." fingers tapped against the bench elena was perched on before gaze flickers back on bonnie, "so what are we waiting for bon bon? me and you should definitely try it once, i'm sure you'd excel at it better than me though. i might end up poking my eye out but i'm willing to try. and life's all about risks, right?" little laugh emits from the brunette, but figuring it would be worth it as a way to spend time with her best friend. @visionhad
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"alright," a sigh, arms getting animated, "so either we're gonna stop being scaredy cats..." voice lightly teased, "and climb this thing then jump or we're going to burn ourselves alive." elena pointed to the tree holding the rope over the lake, she wasn't about to leave them here alone as much as she was dying to go at this point.
here i am ... a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. it seems i've made the final sacrifice. who is the lamb & who is the knife? i wish i could just be brave ; i must become a lion hearted girl . ready for a fight, before i make the final sacrifice.
♡ . . . a tale of 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 from 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. an independent writing blog for season one - three elena, crossover & oc friendly. multiple verses available.
Damon had been sitting at the far end of the bar long enough for the ice in his glass to melt untouched.
Mystic Falls was quiet for a Friday night. The kind of quiet that made every low conversation carry and left too much room for thoughts better drowned beneath bourbon. His gaze remained fixed on the amber liquid as he turned the glass slowly between his fingers, expression distant and unreadable.
The door opened behind him.
Damon glanced toward the entrance, watching the newcomer step inside before looking back down at his drink. He might have ignored them entirely if they hadn’t lingered near the bar with the same exhausted look he had seen in his own reflection more times than he cared to admit.
“You look disappointed.”
His voice lacked its usual bite. There was still the faintest trace of amusement in it, but it felt practiced rather than genuine.
He lifted the glass and took a slow drink.
“Let me guess. You came in hoping this place might make the night feel a little less miserable.” His eyes moved briefly around the nearly empty room. “Unfortunately, the drinks are mediocre, the company’s worse, and whatever you’re trying not to think about will probably still be there when you leave.” Damon shifted slightly on the stool, leaving the seat beside him open.
“But you’re welcome to try.”
doe eyes followed the back of damon's raven hair as she sauntered up to the bar, she was almost tempted to ask him where the hell stefan had been... that's what had etched the irritation mainly across her visage but then she remembered this is damon. she couldn't ask him that, he'd used it against her. "then why are you here? ... if whatever you think about is still there." the brunette taunted a little, even if she genuinely found herself curious what exactly did swirl around in a mind like his. "not really into alcohol. just came here looking for caroline since we all kinda got split up at the bonfire earlier." but she slipped into the empty seat next to him anyway, purse falling into her lap, elbows touching the cool table. looking forward at the menu she wouldn't be ordering off of.
◟ ✶ “well, of course, darling. i do believe a night of flashy fashion is in order. alike caroline, i assume you have ideas in mind on what to wear?” caius' eyes twinkled at such a thought. he stands from elena’s bed where he had been lying, an array of books and papers scattered across the mattress. all of this was new for him; parties, dates, dressing up for the ages. he’s particularly keen on having her beside him. “that would make this a date, wouldn’t it?” approaching her, hand lifted to her soft cheek. emerald orbs meet doe irises. “whatever makes you happy, miss gilbert.”
“like care, i do have ideas in mind... just less demanding about them.” elena clarifies, a hint of amusement playing on pink lips. “definitely has to match the part though. something that says yes, we DID just walk out of the 1960s and not that we're parodying the 1960s.” she decides, figuring now that she has someone to go with her, she's excited to participate the right way. the bed dipping when he gets up, elena fixes the teddy sitting against her pillows. “a date, hm?” doe eyes become fully alert now, heart skipping a beat when they find emeralds. so pretty, reminds her of the way the earth is so beautiful right before late spring flourishes except spring lives forever in his hues. brunette nearly melts right against his hand, warm cheek heating up against his palm, “if you get a good rating on your outfit from me, then yes.” teasing him, slender fingers gently curling around his wrist, “well i do like the sound of that.” a giggle emits, face lighting up in an innocent smile.
“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
