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frcmashes:

he’s coughing as he pulls himself up out of the water, lungs burning in his chest as he flops onto his back. a low chuckle slips out from between his lips, a glance at the waterproof watch on his wrist confirming his suspicions. “ six minutes. ” he murmurs, letting his head fall back against the dock. “ cool. new record. ” behind him, the flames lick the surface of the water — a side-effect of a phoenix’s resurrection. given the hour, he’d expected to be alone … but a clearing of the throat in the distance draws his attention. panic surges through him, struggling into a sitting position as he stumbles over his words. “ i — can explain this. ” no, he definitely can’t.

this truly does feel just like like her luck. on a particularly hot summer night, she feels the need to churn out a strawberry milkshake, dust off an old book, and venture for the docks in hopes she’ll get the chance to mope in solitude for however long she needs to. and what does she find instead? LANDON KIRBY, rising out of the flames dancing on the surface of the lake, doing ... god knows what. yeah, she’s perplexed, alright. not really sure if she should be concerned or make fun of him for something. ( she doesn’t even know what for. ) “ you’ve been setting fire to the rain? ” nope, she still doesn’t know whether concern or mockery is warranted ( there is no middle ground, apparently ). “ what are you even doing? and make it short, my shake is getting warm. ”

#* with → landon.#* chats.

geminislegacy

( jenny boyd, 18, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, lizzie saltzman. rumor has it they are a siphoner, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine pink lip gloss, teary blue eyes, popping gum while wearing overalls.

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ollddsoul‌:

“ nothing takes forever. ” spoken as a demon who spent twenty years on a training course in hell. “ it’s impossible. ” she turns her head to the blonde, renewing her sideline commentary with a focus on the object of it now. humans, she’s learnt, seldom build tasks they’re incapable of completing. or at least, great stupidity is required before it becomes a feasible option. “ life is finite. if you really wanted to take on a task that would last your life through, you’d pick something like counting all the grains of sand on a beach. ” and even that isn’t impossible. although, she’d argue, it’s still stupid.

oh, great. she’s somehow awakened the kraken. yes, of course she thinks she’s talking to harlow. it’s not like her mind is going to immediately leap to twins ( despite being one herself ) or doppelgangers ( despite being surrounded by them ). she lets out a sturdy exhale as she listens to the other ramble on about something that mostly falls on deaf ears, since she’s dissociating hardcore. there’s no conclusion at the end ----- and she truly believes it to not be her own fault. “ what the hell are you even on about? you sound like every matthew mccounaghey movie that has a cornfield chase scene in it. ” god, fuck people and their fake philosophy phds or whatever. she just wants to get some soda. “ why don’t you bug off to steal babies or fight the powerpuff girls? ”

#* with → aidy.#* chats.#ur not getting out of this bro

stcfan-salvatore‌:

There is a part of him that suspects this and so when she tells him that she is Lizzie Saltzman he is not all that surprised. She is however, a reminder of how much time actually passed. The last time he saw her she was a child. He had sacrificed his own soul to save her and her sister for being servants of Cade. They were there when he married Caroline and for a moment he thought they had died in an explosion only to walk out of that house unharmed. Stefan never said goodbye to them and he was not sure if they were aware of the whole truth of what happened. If they blamed him for leaving the way he did. ❛ No amnesia. Been there, done that. ❜ He offers her a smile because he has no idea what else to do or how to even act around her. ❛ You look well. ❜

been there, done that. she decides that she would rather not ask ( if you come from mystic falls, chances are you have been through your own personal journey of torment ). “ thank you. it’s the result of the collective work of anti-aging creams, copious amounts of therapy, and feel good music playlists. this polished apple hides pretty well the rot inside. ” is this all a ploy to distract from all the obvious elephants in the room? yes. obviously. the way she remembers stefan salvatore, he was like another parental figure ---- drastically different from her father. but, most importantly, she remembers the way his sheer presence eclipsed a dome of joy over her mother’s face --- and, subsequently, her heartbreak when he was gone. she wants to be happy on behalf of her mom. she’s still tugged at by blurry childhood memories. but it’s been years. and they definitely feel like strangers. she feels like she should and could get emotional, but something is stopping her. maybe it’s the wrong approach. maybe she should try. “ do you want a hug? ” record scratch. freeze frame. it’s a lengthy mental pause that lets her endlessly question what the hell is wrong with her? good job, lizzie. keep being awkward and weird.

#* with → stefan.#* chats.#bumped post-event if u cool w/ it #for sanity reasons

ofindcmitability‌:

he bellows at that. “guess that makes me special.” her geese attack virginity. his forever. truthfully though, most everything lizzie did made him feel special. she loved him in a way that no one ever had before. fuck, in william’s eyes— she loved him like nobody had ever loved another human being. accepting him, encouraging him, being incomparable, and ever-supportive in the same breath. fuck, he loved her so much. her lips on his and he dips into the kiss, hand lifting to cup her lean jaw, snow white soft skin under his grasp. his hand reaching from her cheek to slide a lose strand of hair behind her ear. tucking it in, and letting his thumb rest on her cheek. what did he just say? honestly, will had forgotten. a bit lost in the blue of her eyes. “uhhhhhhhh.” the instinct to RUN never felt so prevalent. RETREAT, his mind screamed. he watches her fist, unsurprised by the lack of anything in it. “oh.” there was a part of him that wanted to fight to have a say. but there was also a part lost in his sexy it was when she pretty much told him to shut up ( just not in so many words ). “outdoors wedding, got it.” he didn’t mind an outdoor wedding. but things further down the road? he would voice his opinions when it came to forward. but frankly, there weren’t many things in the wedding will cared for besides lizzie being happy with it. also having an open bar, but he doubted she’d give much argument for that.

her so called redemption arc has been coming along rather smoothly. sure, she still has ... inconsiderate tantrums sometimes. ( and apparently not even will is safe from them. ) but, hey, at least there’s hindsight. and, in hindsight, it does strike her that she may have overreacted just a tad bit. ( telling her fiance his opinions don’t matter on their own wedding? yeah. just a tad. ) it’s that retrospective viewing that doesn’t really allow for worry and anxiety to creep on to her. because of his REACTION. amazingly so, she understands immediately what it’s all about ---- it’s not him bending backwards for her dictatorial whims ; it’s him knowing what she means, knowing she’s not trying to totally suffocate and alienate him. it’s just him knowing her, period blank. so, it brings a small smile onto her face. there is a gleam of an apology swimming in the brims of her eyes ( and he can probably see it ), but it’s an exhibit of nothing but fondness and gratitude ( that she somehow got this lucky ). “ thank you. ” her voice is soft as it lays out the response, her fingers gingerly playing with his as she lets herself drown in his gaze for a brief moment. “ and if it rains, at least we can have a romantic rain kiss, right? ” she tries to mellow the blow this way, locking his hand into hers as she turns heel and tugs him along to a more secluded spot, sheltered from anyone that has no business with their talks of evil fathers and similar ... insanity. “ are you happy? ” a question posed as her arms hoop over his shoulders, crossing behind his neck. “ i mean, generally. with dad capone out of the picture and with --- everything? ” she doesn’t know what to call this. curiosity? worry? maybe a mix of both. she’s realized, at some point, that just seeing will happy with her just isn’t enough.

#* with → will.#* chats.

aiylasallowe

“so,” closing the notebook, she checked the time and hummed. “i vote we clock off early and have a drink.” leaning down, she pulled out a bottle from her purse and grinned. most of her figured there would be no need to convince lizzie not to study. “i don’t know about you but my nerves have been all over the place since whatever frost monster caused that storm.” even the word storm didn’t seem heavy enough for what happened. @geminislegacy

geminislegacy

true, it’s a taxing task to carry on with a study session so casually, as if they weren’t all about to half-freeze to death just a few days ago. on the other hand, as far as lizzie’s bucket list of nonsense is concerned --- it’s not even anywhere near the top. ( is this the right time to start being concerned, maybe? ) “ a wise vote, if i do say so myself, ” she agrees, dragging the notebook along the table and slipping it into her bag. there’s a moment of silence as she settles her palms on her knees, in a display of slight hesitance. “ i don’t know, isn’t it just your usual tuesday by now? the city is crazy. we’re aware of this. what’s the point in ... you know, overthinking it? ”

#* with → aiyla.#* chats.

yellowsugarwords

bubbles really captures my essence

#* musings.

prisonwrld

happy birthday, flavia! i love you, you know that. congratulations on successfully exiting the womb. this gifset could also be titled all the moments sam & flavia said yikes but allowed to happen anyway. @geminislegacy

( gif credit; @geminislegacy and @griffin-helps )

#* photos.#* photos: kai.#sam im STILL screaming abt this

diabolics‌:

“well, forgive me for intruding then.” there is a light smile on his lips as he observes her. lizzie does seem a little tense. klaus wonders if josie has grown used to him by now and that is why she seems relaxed around him. neither girl should ever worry about him and his antics ( at least not in any personal capacity; perhaps worrying about others might be prudent ) and yet he can’t blame them for their cautiousness. klaus doesn’t exactly regret going on a murder spree when hope was still a child, after all it did serve a purpose, but he wishes he had been a little more discreet about it. perhaps then his reputation would be a little more legend, and less currently open murder cases.

“oh, no, i’ll leave that to hope.” just picturing himself surrounded by her peers is enough to put a grimace on his features. klaus is thankful that hope seems to avoid bringing her friends over. he can’t imagine he would handle that well. “she has taken on a lot of responsibilities,” he nods in understanding. the question lizzie throws his way is, of course, meant as mockery, and while klaus isn’t too well-versed in this emoji thing, he does know a thing or two. mostly due to henrik’s constant oversharing. “i hear the eggplant is a popular one…”

note to self: don’t try to play coy with the thousand year old hybrid. changes are you’ll only end up hurting yourself in the process. “ what? ew, no. no, no, no. i won’t hear it, i won’t think of your eggplants and my mom. this is a free country and i have my human rights! ” she lets out a visible shiver which, yes, is partly for the dramatic effect ----- but it also stems right from the bottom of her heart. she somehow decides the best way to go about this is to just quickly go for the bowl and shovel in a spoonful of ( by now, pretty much melted ) ice-cream. “ i’m banning mom from this conversation before i carve my ears out with this spoon. how’s hope? ” a quick jump to avoid more torture, but it’s not unnatural either. yeah, she talks to hope on the daily ( even more than before now that she’s bit the dust once and most people around her are kind of sizzling in that good, good paranoia ), but she feels like there’s a difference. of course there is. even if they’re best friends, some stuff might just stay behind closed doors --- for each other’s protection, obviously.

#* with → klaus.#* chats.#* pre-event.

diabolics‌:

klaus watches the various emotions that surface on the blonde’s expression ( skepticism, indifference, irritation, disgust ) and stretches his lips into a smile. in that moment, she reminds him so much of her mother ( and her tendency to take over control of any given situation ) that he needs to put some effort into biting back a laugh. “i know the feeling well,” klaus admits. of course delegating important tasks has never been his forte, after all people are either unwilling ( in the case of those who cannot be compelled, like his siblings ) or incompetent. sometimes both. “so this is you coping with the incompetence of others?” he pulls his lips into an upwards smile, somewhat impressed. “a very healthy choice.”

then she brings up her mother in an unexpected display of perceptiveness. klaus chuckles. “of course not. this is about me showing interest in my daughter’s best friend.” there is a pause where he simply eyes her. “but since you brought up your mother — tell me, how is caroline doing? i haven’t seen her around in a while, and that is very odd considering your sister is currently staying with me.” klaus still isn’t sure which one of the saltzman girls hope is interested in, but to him it’s all the same: just his daughter taking after him.

“ this is also me just enjoying a late night ice cream. or, well, trying to. ” she can’t lie ---- sometimes the buzz and fuzz gets a bit tiring, so seeking shelter in the quiet of a late evening doesn’t seem that far fetched ( even if, truthfully, she’s been avoiding alone time ever since her basically-i-died-but-not-really experience ). she flattens her dress along her knees ( a bit of a compulsive display, she’ll admit ) and then crosses her arms underneath the table, brow quirking just slightly skeptically. it’s not that she’s doubting him ; just that she’s having a hard time picturing what that interest entails. “ as long as you don’t try to be hip and up with the youths, by all means. ” her father does that sometimes. not a pretty sight. she holds back an amused roll of her eyes when he latches on to the hook of her question and spins it into an actual topic. she’ll admit, whatever thing he has for her mother ---- it’s definitely the kind of thing jane austen would drool over. “ she’s been busy road tripping between here and mystic falls. since, you know, there are still some troubled students over there too. i can text her and tell her you said hello. ” there’s a pause and, although she should, she really can’t help herself ; it’s funny. “ would you rather i used the kissing emoji or the heart eyes emoji? ”

#* with → klaus.#* chats.#* pre-event.

ofmoldings‌:

her outburst did more to amuse him than mind him. “yeah, and there’s shit we could do about it.” not that much of a defense but he wasn’t looking to defend himself really. just drop some reality. “we’re all gone die or we don’t.” a shrug of his shoulders and another drink down the hatchet. “we could spend our time freaking out or enjoy what time we have left.” and he was gonna spend his time enjoying it, trying to regain some peace and quiet despite the havoc.

“ we’re all gonna die or we don’t, ” she parrots back at him, in a clearly mocking tone. “ screw you. that might be your attitude whenever you get a mild sore throat, aka lay on your ass doing fuck all, but other people prefer to know that they at least tried something as they fall into the arms of the void. ” she makes it past him, just slightly alarmed by the insinuation in his words ---- the one they all might die at the end of this. “ i’m done with this. it’s JUST a stupid, little blizzard. we’re not on mount goddamn everest. ” she closes a fist, magically opening the front door with a LOUD incoming noise of whipping winds and a blast of cold and snow that nearly knocks her ( and unfortunate nearby people ) to the floor. “ oh, my god, what’s everyone screaming for?! it’s just snow. it’s frozen water! shut up! ”

#* with → nico.#* chats.#* event → 11.#* location: st. salvatore's.#WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS

xvclkyrie‌:

Tatia always thought how beautiful the snow is. Even as a child despite how cold it was. A snowstorm is what people said it was. She was urged from the street to here and she followed. She saw the face of panic among many yet she had none. didn’t feel the fear many had. when the blonde spoke up, tatia gave her an odd look before realizing what she meant. “ I am Tatiana Petrovsdottir. Tatia if you please… You’re question has me thinking that Elena and Katherine are also in this city?”

“ tatiana who? why does your name sound like someone smacked their face against a keyboard? ” low blow, lizzie. low blow. still, she believes she’s entitled to being pissed about the fact that she’s stuck with what appears to be yet another doppelanger ----- and it seems like no one bothered to tell her about this one. it’s even more infuriating because, ahem, tatiana is apparently well in the loop with the whole business. “ no, i don’t know where your clones are. last i checked, elena was dead and katherine was ---- i have no idea, actually. i didn’t bother to check. ”

#* with → tatia.#* chats.#* event → 11.#* location: st. salvatore's.

fclsemoral‌:

there was something S T R A N G E L Y appealing about all the chaos though to say it seemed to be a matter of picking and choosing between one way to act and another, was a vast understatement given the implications of the wrong people seeing them acting the wrong way ( she needed her cover for now ). so rather than feel IMPEDED by the boring narrative of playing officer friendly, she took it as more of fun little game; something to keep her warm in these cold times. “ you look troubled…so uh — allow me to play the cliche cop, while you do you. ” they provided a little humor to their tone but a cop in a bar…drinking on the job, well, that really did play to every movie cliche ever written ( she was sad about the lack of doughnuts ).

/ @geminislegacy

a cop? it’s not a presence that necessarily bothers her, per say, but she imagines there might be some people that would beg to disagree ( the ones looking into this as an opportunity to drink themselves under the table ). “ relax. i’m not troubled enough to break through with the underage drinking. ” which, in context, might actually be a little bit sad. who knows? maybe joining all the wrinkly alcoholics rounded up at the bar would do her some favors ; deal with the stress and all of that.

#* with → ruby.#* chats.#* event → 11.#* location: st. salvatore's.