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@spiritfound
thank you for the support messages from those who sent them. i’m not going to post the other messages as i don’t want to engage the anon further but know i saw them and appreciate them. i also shut off anon for the time being. thank you again.
may i ask why you white washed elena gilbert?
I don’t usually answer anons but HOW IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK I WHITE WASHED ELENA? First of all, I’m very careful about FCs I use and will even alter FCs from film canon if they try to whitewash characters I write. Furthermore, I WRITE NOVEL ELENA and while I have very few show influences such as me including Jeremy in my Elena’s canon, I don’t even have a show verse with the exception of a few AUs where my Elena is still based on NOVEL THEMES or characters from the show come to the novel world. My faceclaims for her look as she is described in the novels.
“Elena was described to be an angelic classical beauty. She has long, straight hair the blond colour of which resembles a soft, pale gold, and its texture is silky and smooth. Her eyes are the colour of lapis lazuli (a deep, dark blue), with flecks of gold in them, and her eyebrows and lashes are a darker blonde compared to her hair. It would seem that Elena's blue eyes also had violet highlights in them, given how her homecoming dress was said to bring out the purple of her eyes. Elena's skin was described by Stefan to be like a magnolia flower, or swans, or alabaster: fair, perfect, and translucent. In fact, her skin is so fair that she does not tan easily, and can get sunburned, and the blue veins of her body are visible to the naked eye.” -from her wiki but you can also pick up a book and find her described within it
So do your research before coming at me on anon and accusing me of things.
A Simple Favor (2018)
anditsxsorrows:
the first moment he’s lost to the feeling of loss. He’s losing his brother just as he’s losing himself. One thousand years and death had been waiting there for them all along. It seems a strange turn of events and yet he’s embraced it. For the sake of his daughter he’s accepted it. Why shouldn’t he? One last thing to go out on, one last good thing and then perhaps his memory will end up being a good one. Why shouldn’t it?
but then everything changes and he’s no longer in the French Quarter - at least not his French Quarter. His brows furrow and he finds that he’s no longer holding the white oak stake. Elijah is nowhere to be seen and he’s left standing there somewhat lost to confusion. Until he hears the voice of a woman there behind him. Quickly he turns around to face her and he startles backwards the moment he sees the light surrounding her as though it were some kind of halo.
“ Where the hell am I? ” he demands glancing around and then back to her again. “ And what did you do with my brother? ”
various people encompass the area, some chatting while seated on benches, other vendors or their customers. elena gives them little notice now that her attention is diverted. it’s his reaction to her that she latches onto first. it’s not the first time and won’t be the last. but it’s moments later, when full features come into view, that she’s struck by a simple fact-- he held a remarkable resemblance to an old one she’s fought in another life. she supposed it was possible for klaus to appear-- after all, history had been altered-- but something was different. something didn’t fit right. this was klaus, and yet, it wasn’t.
“you’re in the french quarter. your brother?” the question emits with a sudden edge, elena being cautious. was this one of his mind games? had katherine rejoined him and told him of her existence? heartbeat quickens, a breath taken as elena stands her ground. she isn’t sure what the hell was going on but she was sure as hell going to find out. “last i heard celine was in atlanta...” she had been there in the original timeline, anyway, would it still be true in this one? “...but your brother? which one? soloman? davos? why would i know?” she dares a step closer, but not too close.
“i don’t know what katherine may have told you-- i haven’t even seen my sister since she showed herself to be alive to stefan and damon years ago. but i have no quarrel with the old ones.” at least not in this life anyway. perhaps she should, perhaps that’s what the clave would want of her as well but elena was done with conflicts, done with all the death and doom her previous life had led her and her friends down. if that was selfish, if that made her sentence the world to their dark existence for another six-thousland years, then so be it. if the remaining old ones left her alone, she’d leave them alone. it was that simple.
PETER:
HE’D PREFER PAIN. pain would indicate the presence of a beating heart, a sense of care that is not clogged by the overwhelming truth about the way the universe half perished. the hybrid thinks he doesn’t have tears left to shed, no distant star to shout at looking up at it & no more bottles of booze to numb his decaying core. the star-lord is emptied out, or he thinks he is. his whole family turned to ash & dust between his fingertips. he watched them leave along with his heart that he worked years trying to patch up with the love of his family of misfits. not to mention, the lives he saved over the years, & the fact that he found his sister made everything more bearable.
he had somewhere he could go to after a long week at work. he could just call Elena if he felt bored or anything else. even if he had trouble dealing with the guardians, he had somewhere he could fall back to, & someone he could trust on Xandar, the very planet he’s the savior of. visiting it felt like being stabbed over & over again. seeing the half of starblaster city emptied while beholding the confused faces of those who turned to HIM for solace killed him. as dead he was already feeling losing his adopted family. he searched for a while, unsure if Elena made it. after finding her place empty on Xandar, he assumed she disappeared along with everyone else. his visit to Earth was a product of his delirium. he decided to venture here because he had nowhere else left to go, perhaps it’d be the final blow on the star-lord.
whatever little light he had left within him would be extinguished, only so that he can be reborn through the fire of vengeance. taking down thanos is all he’d set out to do, nothing else would matter. only if… the blonde didn’t cross his path.
the air he is about to breathe out is pushed back into his lungs, body tensed & alarmed with the sight of her since he too wonders if this is yet another game of the reality stone, but it cannot be. the titan doesn’t need to play anymore. ❛ el ❜ his voice cracks like the heart he thought he no longer had. his eyes pool with tears, with emotion that was pushed back behind the eyes of the all seeing star-lord for weeks. there’s still someone he can lean on. ❛ ELENA ! ❜ he almost screams her name out. he rushes to the blonde & wraps her around with his hands, pressing her against him with whatever strength he has left. there’s a completely different Peter greeting her, maybe even she doesn’t recognize him. he’s changed. ❛ yes… ❜
blonde locks dance in the wind, air whooshing around and bringing with it a cold and grim reality. the earth of which she had spent the better part of her life-- a life which oddly felt both a lifetime past and within arms reach, lost-- was no longer the same. no, not just earth but the UNIVERSE. she had once believed she had known true loss, had known emptiness and held the sense that nothing would be the same again within her heart. she had felt that ache deep within her when she stood over her parent’s graves, and then stefan’s, and when she had cursed those who had taken sage and his crew. but that was NOTHING in comparison to the profound weight of the present. the universe would never be the same again.
pain. confusion. loss. chaos. anarchy. it was beyond comprehension.
a spark! a LIGHT in the DARKNESS! breath withheld, a part of her dares not believe the universe’s cruel lie. for it to not be true would be the final blow. it was too much to hope for, and yet, a part of her fully accepted the PURE SELFISHNESS of her heart’s desire. almost felt entitled to it. that in the midst of so much loss, she should still have her brother. surely a universe which had cast her adrift once, who had thrown him to the stars would not be so cruel as to take them from each other too! would not be so cruel as to turn her hope, her survival, into some fever-filled, wishful reality!
voice is heard, breath escapes, the damn breaks. the world, the universe, it is lost around her, everything but the moment she is engulfed by her brother’s arms suddenly DISTANT. he was alive. ALIVE! this was real. HE. WAS. REAL! “peter!” her voice emits as her own arms reciprocate. it’s then, and only then, that she begins to shake as if she be atlas and the terrible reality they were living was the world, it all suddenly thrust upon her shoulders, pain finally accepted as truth, FELT IN FULL FORCE. she doesn’t want to let go. doesn’t even register her own tears now streaming. “peter, you’re real. some part of me knew. some part of me-- it-- i knew you couldn’t be taken too!”
casually brings back my multi on a fresh blog. go follow.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ELENA LOVES HER BROTHER? SHE WOULD DIE FOR HIM TEN TIMES OVER. SHE WOULD LET THE WORLD BURN TO PROTECT HIM. @tetheredtoelena
skymma:
It’s not that he wasn’t listening, because he heard her perfectly well - what with the way she called for his attention that way, it was downright hard not to be paying attention to what came next.
It’s just that what came next seems ridiculous.
Sure, if John’s completely honest he’s been careless more than one time in his life, and it’s not exactly a complete leap of probability to think that he’s got some kind of offspring out there, but a) this is not something he likes to think about and b) who in their right mind would b1) remember him and b2) give said offspring means of even finding him?
Well, not that he can fault this girl for this one. He’s come because this town was on the map. Looks like it was with good reason, and looks like this girl knows what’s happening, too.
Doesn’t mean she’s his bloody daughter, though.
He straightens up, looks her critically up and down.
“Come again, love?”
it’s an almost surreal moment to be standing in front of a man-- a father-- with features so similar to her own and yet it wasn’t the man who had raised her. he wasn’t the one who had tucked her in at night or who would make flowers magically appear in front of her mother just because it made her smile. and he wasn’t the one who had given his life along with her mother to protect the thirteen-year-old girl the night darkness had encased their home attempting to snatch her for her power. and yet, this was the man whose face was etched in her mind since the moment she’d found the diary with his picture and begun to unlock the memories and power that had been hidden from her. this was her father, and she could sense that her mother, as dead as she was, had wanted their paths to cross.
“i’m pretty sure you heard me.” elena responds, arms crossing as she returns the same critical look. there’s too many people around for this conversation to be happening in the open. fell’s church was a small town which meant as soon as a rumor started the whole town would know by sundown. “my mother was elizabeth marrow...” a powerful homo magi with ‘the beauty of an angel’ people used to say. “...and i’m elena.”
it’s then one of the officers on the scene pads over and asks her to make a statement about what she’d seen transpire. however, it takes elena little time and a spot of theatrics to convince him to let her come in the next day instead. she was, after all, the town’s golden girl and knew how to use that to her advantage when needed. “we need to talk somewhere else.” it’s not a question and leaves no room for argument as she begins to walk away with the full expectation he follows her.
@anditsxsorrows
the streets of paris are a perfect mixture of resident and tourist-- a man with a briefcase exiting a car, a mother and daughter selling flowers on a street corner, two young adults holding hands as they remain engulfed in their own tourist experience as if the world didn’t matter. it was as if an artist’s canvas suddenly came alive with each passing day and elena never tired of it even if she sometimes missed having her fell’s church friends at her side. but that had been the life she chose for herself, it was the normal life some other version of her had longed for and had risked everything to achieve. that was still taking some getting used to. two lives crashing together within her mind like waves against a seashore. one was fading though, paving the way for something new.
new orleans held that same energy, elena mused internally as she continues her walk through the french quarter, a wrapped piece of artwork in her hands to be delivered from paris to a gallery in the quarter. her mind returns to the present, however, when something about a man a few feet away from her catches her interest. she only sees his back but his aura was like nothing she had ever witnessed prior. it almost reminded her of an old one but this held not only dark but light warring and pulsing with each other. he wasn’t human. wasn’t fully vampire either. what was he? “you look lost, confused. are you alright?”
the 100 hiatus meme ► ¼ characters (s1)
I can’t believe we survived a hundred years just so we could slaughter each other. There has to be another way. Clarke Griffin
we’ve all been there.
basically this chat post meme-fied.
@outlawiism | continued from x
the light of a screen reflects within blue hues, molten gold and violet specks more profound as the blonde rolls her eyes. she knows peter can’t see her, though she suspects they know each other well enough by now that he can visualize her expression. some things never change. elena’s about ninety-five percent sure peter is flying and most certainly not flipping through an actual schedule.
“hmmmm.” now it’s her turn to create a drawn-out pause, the sound of flipping pages softly emitting through the communication device. while most of her coursework is digital, she’s managed to get her hands on some good old-fashioned books. she likes the feel of the paper against her fingers, enjoys the feeling of curling up on a couch and reading from something that wasn’t a computer screen. “that depends on if you’re bringing me a present or not.” she’s only half-joking.
elena suspects it’s less about her expertise and more about the fact her brother and his crewmates are better served flying under the radar. still, a smile graces pale features. sometimes she questions if she made the right choice by settling on xandar instead of venturing across the universe with her brother. however, in the end, it was better this way. safer for them both. and it allowed her to continue on a path she’d begun back on earth. they both helped people-- most of the time-- just in different ways. “i’m at the top of most of my classes. do you really need to ask me that? i’m elena gilbert. i totally rule this school.” in truth she may have a rival or two, but he didn’t need to know that. she could fight her own battles.
spiritfound:
SENIOR YEAR: ELENA & ARCHIE EDITION
a crossover storyline between @skeletcnkey & @spiritfound
personals do not reblog
tetheredtoelena:
his eyes open, and his head’s a bit foggy. part of his brain is convincing him this scene is familiar, but there’s a quiet nagging that something’s wrong. it’s almost like he’s not in control of himself, a laugh slipping out from between his lips. “i know i’m funny, elena,” jeremy says without realizing it.
his expression changes almost instantly– confusion, surprise, hope. “elena?” her name is familiar on his lips– he’s only prayed to her every night for the past 3 weeks. his eyes shoot around them, their surroundings snapping into focus just a little too clearly. “how is this possible? what is this place?”
streams of light from overhead reflect upon elena’s blonde locks, gaze remaining as confident and at ease as it ever was in LIFE. she’s spent a long time-- well, three weeks give or take a few days trying to navigate an entirely different realm of existence. learning and ever desperate to capture a few more moments with those she cared about. “that’s my name, jer-emy.” she states, drawing out his name sarcastically. “i’d say don’t wear it out, but this is me we’re talking about.” she was elena gilbert. queen of robert e. lee (at least when she was alive), there was no wearing out her name. “caroline’s on the other hand--”
she trails off, his expression not going unnoticed and causing her own to become somewhat strained even though she attempts to mask it. “we’ve been to this diner plenty of times.” there’s a desperation to her voice, as if she needs him to play along with this. if only for a little while. god she’s missed him. missed everyone. it wasn’t fair that everything had ended so soon for her but she wouldn’t have changed anything. she’d died to protect those she cared about and them being safe was what mattered. “i’ve missed you jer..” it comes out before she can stop herself.
tetheredtoelena:
he laughs heartily at the mental image that forms, a frown of concern following quickly. “yeah…” his eyes stay fixed on the little girl being ushered away. he’s never had this kind of responsibility before. elena doesn’t need to know he’s planning on remaining the fun brother while she’s the authoritative figure…. of course, knowing their sister, it’s going to take both older gilberts to keep a leash on her. “i feel like i should make sure that happens– i can count on both hands the number of people in this room who have pumped me full of sugar before sending me home to mom and dad.”
elena was never one to eat too many sweets, something that often made her parents consider jeremy the more hyperactive child of the two. their little sister, however, took after jeremy’s sweet tooth. blue hues narrow at her brother’s response, a silent threat that was almost too reminiscent of their late mother.
“you do that and you’ll be the one staying up all night with her while i get my beauty sleep.” a pause before a smirk form upon pink lips. “then again, maybe you should get a taste of your own medicine.” her tone has turned lighter, half-joking. she can see it now, margaret running around the house at three in the morning while jeremy runs after her, chaos ensuing.
