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i don't do bad sauce passes
noise dept.
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni

oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Misplaced Lens Cap

Product Placement
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED! 🚨 if you'd like to continue hopping alongside cami, like this post and i'll find you again (threateningly).
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IMPORTANT PSA aka AUTUMN NEEDS TO MAKE THIS SPACE COMFORTABLE AGAIN.
First of all: Yet again i’m sorry for the lack of activity lately. I’ve been around, just quieter than usual, and it’s taken me a bit to figure out why. After thinking about it, I realized that a few things need to change for me to feel comfortable being here again and to enjoy writing the way I used to.
Part of that is tied to something i’ve always had written in my DRAMA & DNI section:
“ ANOTHER WAY TO EARN A HARD BLOCK RIGHT AWAY IS IF I SEE YOU BEING NASTY TOWARDS ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND MAKING THEM FEEL BAD OR IF I CATCH YOU SPREADING (ANON) HATE. I WON’T TOLERATE THAT NO MATTER HOW CLOSE WE ARE ”
This has always been an important rule to me and I've been enforcing it to some degree, but recent events have reminded me how necessary it really is. I haven't been attacked personally but what has happened has hurt people I'm close with, people who make this space better by just being in it. Seeing them withdraw has been really disheartening and it has taken a lot of the fun and comfort out of being here from me, too.
So here's where I'm drawing the line for good. I'm going to stand for what I believe in, stand by my friends and start curating a space that feels safe and kind to be in again. I'd also like to say that this is NOT about people venting or needing to get frustrations off their chest . . . we all do that, myself included. What I'm talking about is the kind of vile, hateful behavior that crosses every line of basic decency and it's completely different from having disagreements or bad days. From now on, I'll be strictly enforcing the rule mentioned above.
I don't want that energy around me or my friends and I don't want to feel paranoid about if these things are spread behind my back as well.
Phew, alright, let's end this on a different, more lighter note: A couple of other changes are going to happen. Creative changes. Lexi Branson and Rebekah Mikaelson have been removed from my roster BUT I'm working on a few more OC's that I'm genuinely excited to introduce soon.
Thanks for understanding and for everyone who's been kind - I see you and I appreciate you ♡
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AYO . . . how am i supposed to keep my cool girl exterior when y'all have me looking like this????
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HEADCANON TIME: DOPPELGÄNGER LORE
Every once in a while, I get this urge to dive deeper into the lore of Doppelgängers, wondering where this rabbit hole would lead me . . . recently, I have spent a lot of time doing just that, and today I'd like to share what I found. I'm also not sure if this is a headcanon post or rather an essay about a supernatural being I'm weirdly hyperfixated on? Either way, it's important for Cami's lore so let's talk Doppelgängers, how TVD missed the mark and how it all ties in with Camille 🧍🏼♀️🧍🏼♀️
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THE KNOCK WASN’T LOUD, BUT IT LANDED LIKE A GUT PUNCH. Three slow, deliberate raps against the wood, like whoever was on the other side already knew she was awake, already knew she’d answer even if she didn’t want to. Camille stood in the middle of her apartment, barefoot, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, tea long gone cold on the counter behind her. She hadn’t been able to sleep, and the kitchen clock had blinked 2:11 AM in quiet accusation when she passed it.
She should’ve stayed where she was. Let the moment pass, but instead she crossed the room. Unlocked the door. Cracked it open just wide enough to see him standing there.
“ Whatever you’re going to ask ”, she said before he could get a word in, “ the answer’s no ”
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IT HAD BEEN TWENTY MINUTES SINCE THE BARTENDER HAD DISAPPEARED. Or maybe longer. Camille hadn’t exactly been watching the clock, just the melting ice in her glass and the slow decay of small talk all around her. Whoever planned this party had clearly leaned too hard on aesthetic over logistics: candlelight flickering in artfully smudged lanterns, curated playlists fading in and out with the crowd’s mood, and not a single drink in sight . . . unless you got creative.
“ Alright ”, Camille murmured under her breath, ducking behind the bar with all the stealth of someone who knew they weren’t supposed to be there and didn’t particularly care, “ Just one refill. I’ve earned it ”
The bottles were neatly lined like little soldiers. She reached for something dark and promising, already halfway through twisting the cap when she noticed a shift in the air: a presence, a shadow brushing the edge of her awareness.
Camille stilled, then turned slowly, catching sight of the figure standing there. Broad shoulders. Tall frame. Watching her like he’d seen the whole thing. Maybe this wasn’t her smoothest heist.
“ How long have you been standing there? ”, she blinked once, then exhaled a soft laugh and raised the bottle slightly in his direction like it might shield her from consequences, “ Because if you say anything longer than thirty seconds, I’m going to have to accuse you of being complicit ”
a collection of unfinished endings, of knives passed down instead of names. a study in monsters made by love, betrayal dressed like family, fever-dream roads and lives lived out of spite. a love letter to the ones who ran, the ones who stayed, the ones who burned it all down ⅋ to everything that came back wrong.
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CAMILLE LEANED BACK ON HER PALMS, LEGS CROSSED ON THE BLANKET THEY’D HALF-HEARTEDLY SHAKEN OUT OVER THE SAND. The foil from their shared order of fries fluttered beside her, half-buried in the wind. They’d talked for hours. Long enough for the sun to move. Long enough that it didn’t feel like talking to a stranger anymore.
She glanced sideways over to Belly, studying the quiet curve of her profile. Her expression had shifted more than once since the story came out. From guilt to uncertainty to something like aching relief. And now she just looked . . . tired. The kind of tired that doesn’t come from staying up all night, but from holding something in too long. Cami reached for one last fry and held it between her fingers like it might make the moment easier, then offered it Belly’s way with a small, easy gesture.
“ I mean . . . maybe it wasn’t the cleanest exit ”, she said finally, voice low but even, “ But you did a bad thing for a good reason ” She paused, letting the words settle without looking away.
“ I think your heart knew way before you did. Something wasn’t right. And if you’d gone through with it just to keep the peace? That’s not the kind of love anyone wants. That’s slow-motion drowning ”, she gave the other a understanding smile.
“ For what it’s worth . . . I think it was brave. Listening to your heart, even when it tells you something inconvenient? ”, she shrugged, “ Not enough people do that ”
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THE ALLEY BEHIND THE BAR REEKED OF WHATEVER CHEMICAL CLEANER THE STAFF HAD TOSSED OUT AN HOUR AGO. Overhead, a broken neon sign flickered uselessly against the brick, casting everything in a washed-out red that made the shadows look longer than they were.
Camille stood with her back to the wall, one hand braced just above her knee, breathing slow like she was still trying to catch up to the last five minutes. Her hair had slipped from its clip. Blood streaked the edge of her sleeve - not hers, thank god - and a scrape bloomed just above her collarbone where someone’s grip had landed too hard before everything fell apart.
She hadn’t planned to be here tonight. Just wanted a drink, a quiet booth, a second to breathe. The stranger across from her caught her attention early on, leaning near the bar with a kind of calm that didn’t quite match the energy of the place. Observant. Still. He didn’t look like someone who picked fights to her, but when the chaos started, he helped her out without hesitation.