ᵒʰ, ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴍʙ.

GRAVEYARD GIRL. /* meet: gilbert, elena.

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/* masters, link.

△  Her satisfaction is motivation for him to repeat the same melody ONCE MORE - except more confidence in his playing than the experimentation he originally had taken. The melody’s been played a few times before - when Link was in the process of discovering new songs to play - and it’s easily been picked out as his favorite…

             … of course, however, he can’t exactly answer her question ACCURATELY. He hasn’t heard the melody anywhere else - and he doubts he’s read it off of a book entirely made of musical compositions, but to say it’s his ?? It feels quite  w r o n g .

      Maybe he’s learned it somewhere, and can’t remember. Perhaps from a TV show… a play… or a friend now forgotten. But, for now, he nods - writing out a reply, “I think I came up with it. I don’t have it recorded anywhere, though.” He doesn’t have the patience to compose his own sheet music. He’s more a fan of playing BY EAR.

She takes another sip, thoughtful brown eyes dreamily gazing at the way he hits the keys. There’s a weird infatuation coming for everyone she knows that’s gifted, perhaps more so the appreciation of what the girl can’t do herself. She feels like she’s part of an old movie, surrounded by the young, partly mischievious piano player that in her case is . . well, Link himself. A chuckle at that. ‘ Well, doesn’t matter. It’s good, I love it. ‘, she admits with a small shrug, well aware that compliments are important for a young artist as well as a friend.

‘ Were you a band geek in high school? I bet you were. ‘, the brunette jests, though she’s not one to talk as Elena is still part of the big system of American History and bad lunch herself. ‘ I used to be a cheerleader, actually. Give a girl some pom-poms and I’ll cheer you on. ‘ A chuckle, then she wrinkles button nose. ‘ But I quit, you know. Actually . . I think I was awful. But the outfits were cute. ‘

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📔

📔- (A memory from a journal/diary entry) ; STATUS: ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

Dear diary,Today felt . . different. I keep on having these daydreams of things that seem pretty weird to me to say the least. Today I’m sure a crow followed me. Maybe a raven, but who can tell? It was pretty at first sight, but then it got . . really creepy! I was at the graveyard again, which, arguably is equally as creepy. But maybe that’s just the way it is. The new me, a new way of living. I’m fine and if not, I will be.Hope tomorrow brings a good day in school,Love, Elena.

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🌈

🌈- (A memory about when they first fell in love) ; STATUS: ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

Her heart beats fast at the subject matter, almost too fast and the brunette fears for the uneven rhythm to jump out of her ribcage just like that. It’s like there’s something stuck in her throat that makes it hard to talk about it, mostly because he’s GONE and the memories is all the girl has left. His name was Stefan Salvatore. And it was epic, but short-lived. It pains her to think about why he moved away all too suddenly, it pains her that she lives with the feeling that there’s no one quite like him every damn day. With Stefan, falling in love was easy, quick ; her saving grace. That’s the first time she fell in love, talking outside, spending nights together exchanging such seemingly boring secrets. Elena remembers his hands against her face, soft touch and mild kisses at first. He brought her back her diary, then flowers, then HAPPINESS.

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/* mikaelson, rebekah.

 and there it was, the inevitable snippy spark inside of the doppelgänger seemed to be coming to light. an attitude, she herself, possessed but showed disdain when others used it on her. pretending to not know her, the attitude; it might just send the original over the edge and indulge in a spat with the other girl. “ funny? ” questioning, brows creasing in bemusement, “ I don’t recall laughing openly at the matter. ” of course rebekah knew it was nothing more than a saying, the words alone held some mocking undertones. but did she truly think this was a laughing matter? perhaps, but it also held much more annoyance than it did any pleasantries. “ yes, i’m well aware of that, thank you. ” nearly wanting to roll her eyes, yet again, withholding herself from doing so out of repetitiveness. besides, it’s not as though it wasn’t already clear how the blonde was feeling about the conversation. it all was exposed in the open with words and a tone; and here she thought it was a relief to see this petrova. again, it was a sore mistake on her part. “ if you’re referring to katherine, this conversation would be a little different. ” a smile formed on her lips, ” for instance, you would have been dead on sight. unless of course I was feeling generous about my brothers feelings towards the trollop. ” then something occurred, perhaps memories had been compelled from the brunette; even if the girl was known for having vervain. a bit of a pesky plant, if she were to be honest. “ in another time, i’m sure niklaus would be thrilled about your current state. “ she began, indicating both the memory loss and humanity. “ tell me, have you forgotten him and elijah, as well? ”

Frozen in position, she quietly listens, brain trying to pick apart bits of what the blonde is throwing her away. There’s initial fear causing goosebumps to appear on tan skin and a heartbeat speeds up: You can’t ever be careful enough around strangers, Elena’s aware of that. Especially so if the stranger’s familiar with Katherine Pierce. Her first instinct is to run, far away from this conversation, far away from the ever so creepy other woman and most importantly, far away from the strange feeling brewing in her gut. Oh god, is she going to be sick? A shake of head goes along the other girl’s words, as if denial is the only thing coming from Elena Gilbert. She hasn’t forgotten, because there’s nothing to forget ; is it better to play pretend than to get hurt? But god, the girl is lion-hearted when it comes to the truth and stupid or not, if she wants to know the brunette can’t help it. If only Stefan was here, a simple thought tugging at heartstrings right away. He’s left her ---- and he’s not coming back to Washington. There’s no real way to tell if the other’s one of them, a vampire ready to throw her against the next wall with such ease, that she would be dead before her next breath. Niklaus. Elijah. There it is again, that awful feeling of deja-vu, a sensation so inexplicable that it forces tinted lips apart. Niklaus. Elijah. Niklaus and Elijah. ( Klaus and Elijah! The Mikaelsons ) Trembling a few steps back, warm eyes stare back at the blonde. ‘ I already said I don’t know. And I’m sorry about your brother and Katherine. She plays this game no one understands and people get hurt. Everywhere. But I have nothing to do with her --- or this. I didn’t even know she existed until . . a friend told me. ‘

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/* saltzman, josie.

the brunette siphoner looked down. she understood it may sound like a lie. if someone told her a similar story she would maybe think they were lying too “yes, the future” she answered “that sounds fun, but this is no lies. caroline forbes is my surrogate mother. my biological mother passed away on her wedding day. she was gonna marry my dad, alaric saltzman & i am named after my mother, josette laughlin, formerly know as parker. her family made sure me & my sister would survive” she paused & let out a soft sigh escape from her lips “i know it all sounds crazy & it may be difficult to believe & if i had magic i would show you, but i do not currently have magic”

She’s the girl who was introduced in a world full of horror & pain: Vampires are real and somehow, Elena found herself among them, believing the legends that previously had been nothing but children’s tell-tales to her. But what the other girl’s stating seems . . so surreal, out of this world crazy and right now the brunette is wondering whether someone spiked her drink or she’s maybe dreaming. ‘ ---- Caroline and Alaric? ‘, Elena questions, not sure whether to laugh out loud at that or be a little . . weirded out. ‘ Caroline Forbes, blonde, eighteen, totally into the bad, mysterious or . . athlete type? Loves committees. Are you sure we’re talking about the same person? ‘ The thought of Caroline Forbes as a mother simply was . . too odd. ‘ I’m sorry, but, that’s . . that can’t be. How? ‘

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i'll try and be as active as i can this weekend bc i'm off work and you know what would be neato? more threads on shego (greenhavocs) or chloe price (punkspirate) ; so if you'd like one, pls specify the muses in a reply to this ! x

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/* parker, kai.

Kai gave the young woman a smile when she said it was her bag. He was glad he could help anytime, and if it was making the other happy then he was happy too. “Not a god, but glad to be called one.” He joked as he took another bite of his lunch, looking up at the young woman. “It was here, I was g’na check if there was a number to call anywhere in it after lunch to give it back so.. Great that you came back.” Kai admitted, giving the other a slight smile before he nodded. “I get that. I’d hate to have anyone read mind, there’s a shit ton of fucked up things we can write in those things.” He laughed slightly, before shaking her hand. “Kai. Nice to meet you. And you don’t have to thank me.”

A roll of eyes is displayed but quickly loses its nature of annoyance because it comes out with a slight chuckle at his comment: It’s a stupid comment, but funny as well. ‘ Great. Kai. ‘, the girl repeats, brows rising alongside the curves of tinted lips. There’s a slight peng in her chest, a feeling of deja-vu as if there’s something about him, the two of them, something . . familiar. But she’s heard of weird dreams and maybe, some people she knows just look like him. ‘ No, I kind of have to. I mean, you could’ve read it. Or, I don’t know, thrown away the bag, selling the items on eBay. I’m sure some people would have. ‘

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/* caulfield, max.

@sufferedloss liked for a starter / elena & max 

“i’m not saying hey ya is a bad song, it’s a lot of fun, but it’s totally misleading. shaking polaroids absolutely ruins the film.” it was more than she usually talked around people she wasn’t close with but the thought had been in max’s head for weeks and now it was all just spilling out of her to the point where she didn’t even care about the tea in front of her that was definitely getting cold. “i can only imagine how much money people have thrown down the drain cause they trusted some outkast lyrics about shaking it like a polaroid picture. and sure, saying something like, put yourself in a dark place and do not disturb until developed wouldn’t of worked, but there are plenty of other things that people actually do shake. the metaphor doesn’t make any sense.” she trailed off, silent for a moment before offering a groan as she took in everything she just said. “sorry, you probably didn’t want to hear any of that oh my gosh. your next drink is on me to make up for having to listen to me talk about that.” 

Amusement settles down on tan features, a confused grin widely spreading across the brunette’s face. She’s never given the topic of photography much thought, not beyond the borders of posing for yearbook pictures and family portraits. Particulary, she remembers the Gilberts’ christmas picture of 2004, with Jeremy’s terrible self-inflicted haircut. ‘ No, it’s fine. Sounds interesting. ‘, Elena counters, turning in her seat to face the other. ‘ Guess you never stop learning new things, huh? No shaking of polaroids. Promise.‘, she adds with a nod. ‘ How do you know so much about this stuff? Photography major? ‘

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/* saltzman, josie.

“it’s nice to meet you, although it is a younger version of you” josie giggled softly. she could never see her dad being a history teacher, but she knew he had been one. he had talked a bit about his past “precisely, as in alaric saltzman. we are, i am his daughter & from the FUTURE, sort of, maybe for you” she shrugged “he has two twin daughters, me & my sister lizzie. it’s a very long story & we have a big family” josie thought that maybe she shall not tell the whole family history, because it was complicated & so many tragic events.

‘ --- a WHAT? ‘, the doe-eyed doppelganger stutters, brows furrowed as she’s having a hard time processing whatever joke the younger girl is trying to pull on her. ‘ I’m sorry, the future? ‘ A shake of head follows a question of disbelief, it’s all too crazy for anyone to believe, even the girl who knows about vampires, werewolves and doppelgangers. But is it? ‘ Oh, okay, I see what’s going on here. Ha, ha. You know we used to do the same thing in middle school. Playing tricks on people, prank calls . . The full-on experience. ‘

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More Memories

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

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/* masters, link.

△  He has to agree with her statement, of course - a small GRIN flashes across chapped lips as the takes the white mug in hand. Only a sheer moment of hesitance before he takes the rim of the cup to his lips, drinking and allowing himself to SAVOR the taste before he can give an opinion…

            …The taste is  d i f f e r e n t. Very different. But it’s an interesting kind of different and pale lips still fixated in that GRIN signals that he does quite enjoy the drink in his hand. 

     BUT !! Her request of music garners a so-so motion with his hand. So-so to which Link finds himself taking his mug and sitting at the grand piano in the middle of the store, hoping Elena follows. Slender fingers rest on cold keys as a new  m e l o d y  pops into his head - FAST, UPBEAT, one that could easily be danced to. A melody that reminds him of fast-paced running through a forest and children playing and dancing between the trees. 

      When he stops, he finally writes down - “Does that work?”

Gestures speak louder than actions so she refrains from questioning him whether he likes it or . . loves it and even at the chance of Link hating the taste the girl would still consider his act to be nothing short of amicably adorable. Yet she still wants to assure him that with her, there’s no need to PRETEND because Elena prides herself in acceptance as much as she does in patience. And it ought to be real. She watches in awe as he makes his way to work the instrument, a slim figure moving towards her friend and she stops right next to him, now allowing for a shorter frame to rest against the piano. 

The melody’s nothing like anything she’s heard before, different, but in a way that doesn’t fall into categories of her knowledge --- FAIRYTALES, yes, the brunette must’ve heard something similiar to it in fairytales, or folk tales of the old days. A theatre play, she presumes, or maybe something English. Palms rub against chimney red before she takes a sip from the holiday beverage, with lips now growing into a smile of childlike excitement. ‘ That was . . yeah, that was beautiful. Really, I mean I had my theories about you being good at it, but . . Did you come up with that? Or am I totally outing my lack of knowledge of fun, classic compositions of the ages right now. ‘

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/* saltzman, josie.

starter to elena / @sufferedloss

“are you elena gilbert?” josie asked the other brunette & raised a brow “or are you one of the other doppelgangers?” the young siphoner had heard stories about them & she also remembers her mother’s best friend, but she did not remember if they had met “maybe you do not know who i am, i am josette saltzman, better known as josie” maybe they were not from the same time period either, because this elena looked very young.

Immediately she feels a FINNICKY HEARTBEAT growing at the mention of the word doppelgangers, as far as she’s aware there’s ONLY KATHERINE and her curly-haired version already is enough trouble to last a life time. Besides, how does she know? ‘ That would be me. ‘ The brunette gets out her reply, confusion breeding a slight tint of unease in doe eyes. ‘ Saltzman as in . . Alaric Saltzman? He’s my history teacher. Are you related? ‘ They have to be, of course they are, it’s the only link she can draw between herself and the other teenager. Does Alaric know?

[detective-peraltiago]

1.22 “founder’s day”

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/* fray, clary.

closed starter for elena gilbert!! ( @sufferedloss )

clary wandered around the coffee shop, looking for somewhere she could sit and sketch. approaching a brunette who seemed to be alone, she smile softly. “do you mind if i join you?”

WRITER’S BLOCK: She’s been haunted by thoughts that don’t find their way onto blank pages all day, an overflow of what to say and more so how to say it boggling the girl’s mind. She wants it to be real, detailed but today has been difficult and it feels like she’s struggling. Dear diary, I am a total failure . . An index taps on the pen in her hand, when Elena’s attention shifts to words directed at her. ‘ Yeah, sure. I could do with some company right now, anyway. ‘

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/* potter, lily.

“this is too weird and i am so not a fan,” she muttered, looking around. she had just been studying for her trainings when she’d been suddenly thrown into completely different surroundings.

‘ Not a fan of . . November? The christmas decorations? I think it’s real nice, makes the whole town look . . different. Festive! ‘ Her response is vague, but she’s trying to make conversation.

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/* triton, ariel.

“this… is not home. excuse me, does anyone know where i am?”

‘ Study hall. ‘ The brunette states, half-amused half questioning the other woman. ‘ Can I . . help you? You seem new. ‘

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How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task?

interview meme ; STATUS: ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

She PONDERS the question with a cautious stare, memories of things she used to enjoy but now doesn’t go after anymore making their way to the surface level. Cheerleading, she quit. Different clubs at school, she quit. Essentially, she’s a quitter — But that just doesn’t seem RIGHT. When she’s in it with her heart, then the girl’s so stubborn that she won’t back down unless someone’s at risk of getting hurt. ‘ I think you just know that some things are worth fighting for. Family, friends . . love. Once you’re in deep you can’t walk away from that. ‘ The answer’s so simple, so over-used but the girl means it: Truly, deeply, she’d sacrifice herself for the ones she loves to be better. To be happy. Elena Gilbert is persistent. Brave – A FIGHTER with petrova fire.