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TAGGING: @lazarusweptt (Jeremy)

My dearest second bestie (Sorry Caroline has #1 <3 ) and co-parent Never did I think we would end up where we are, and often some days (more than I'd like to admit) I was afraid you wouldn't make it to anymore birthdays at all. Not surprisingly enough, that's still a fear. But with that being said, you made it! That is absolutely something to celebrate, now make the next fifty please! You have been my rock through all of my hard times, and I couldn't even begin to explain how grateful I am to have you in my life. Not even just mine, but Pedro's too. You have been the best dad that kid could ask for. Thank you for being you. Happy birthday, love you! Love, Bon.

Gifts

A new, engraved and personalized flask.

A teddy bear from Pedro - because a teddy fixes everything

An engraved sketchbook - Bonnie was going to get him a new crossbow but thought that that would only aid in the fear of him not making it to another birthday.

A bunch of drawings from Pedro for Jeremy.

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Closed for | @lazarusweptt (Jeremy)

Gone was the warmth of peace that enveloped her, the feeling of feeling weightless, painless... FREE. In its place the frigid cold bit at her harshly, the streets bustling with life. Liz had prided herself on the fact that she was one of few humans dying a mundane death in Mystic Falls, she accepted her fate and with that acceptance, came the desire to not be resurrected. So, what in the hell was she doing back? And why here? She knew this place to be New Orleans, of course. She's been here once or twice growing up. But where did that logic add up? If you were going to get resurrected, wouldn't it be in the place you died? This place was a lot like New York. Everyone had a set destination and come hell or high water, they'd get there - even if it meant bulldozing through a crowd of people. Liz stepped back to avoid being one of the casualties of a man hurrying by eyes on the ground and phone pressed to his ear. In doing so, she bumped into someone. "Sorry." Liz stepped back from them, looking up when the familiarity hit her. He looked like Miranda, with a splash of Grayson in there. She blinks, snapping out of her thoughts - it was possible for people to resemble people without any connection there. "Do you have a phone I could borrow by chance?" She needed to get ahold of Caroline. If she was really back, for however long, she needed to see her daughter. Hopefully she still had the same number.

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Closed for | @lazarusweptt (Henrik)

Klaus wouldn't say he's as paranoid as he used to be, but something was definitely up. Because here stood the original hybrid, looking at his little brother. The one who was adventurous as he was, the one who looked up to him, the one who was mauled by wolves (his biological fathers pack, no less), the one Klaus had tried so desperately to save. His brothers death was one he forced himself to not think about for the last thousand plus years, but every now and then the memory would creep up. The way Klaus tried so desperately to fight the wolves off, offer himself up instead of Henrik, but they merely threw him to the side and acted as if he wasn't there. It wasn't until his mothers affair came to light that that made sense. He was one of them. While not raised as so, he was the alphas son. Still, he wished they would've turned teeth and claws on him instead of Henrik. But here he stood, alive, breathing, a kid out of his time. "Henrik?" His voice is full of disbelief, careful as if the sudden noise of his voice startled him and sent him vanishing.

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Closed for | @lazarusweptt (Jeremy)

"I got you a slushie." Lizzie walked around the corner, holding both a blue and red one, the blonde held out the red one. "After a little shameless flirting, batting of my eyelashes I was able to convince the bartender to throw a little something special in there for you." The smirk danced on her lips, "Who needs compulsion to get what you want? Though, I mean -- it wouldn't be a bad thing." To say that the thought of becoming a vampire - or in her case, a heretic hasn't crossed her mind would be a lie. There were benefits: she would be eternally young, never age a day, no gray hair, no wrinkles. Then there was the cons: drinking blood? Gross. Being mistaken for eighteen (or however old she was when she turned) when it reality she'd be older? Ugh. What if one day she wanted to start a family? Yikes. Then there was the major benefit. No merge. Her mom could stop pulling her hair out stressing about the merge when she and Josie turned twenty-two. Josie wouldn't have the guilt of killing Lizzie (because let's face it, when it came to the two of them - Josie would win). "Have you ever thought about it?" She asked, hues shifting to Jeremy then as she took a sip of her slushie (with a splash of tequila). "Becoming a vampire?"

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Closed for | @lazarusweptt (Ollie)

Sitting on one of the few tables outside the school, Scarlett waited for Olivia to be released from school. To the left of her, was a group of mothers who were widely known to be active on the PTA, they were the kind of mothers who always had their nose up in the air, making a big deal of nothing and acting as if their shit didn't stink. People Scarlett would never associate herself with, people who made it clear they didn't much like her either - which obviously, Scarlett couldn't care about. The bell rang and out came the masses of children, running to either the bus line or whoever was picking them up. Through the crowd, Scarlett spotted Olivia bounding down the steps and straight over to her. "Hey baby." Scarlett moved off the table, eyes glancing down to the piece of paper in her daughters hand, "What's this?" And before she had time to react, Olivia's shoving it in her hands, "It's a dad/daughter dance! Do you think daddy will want to come? We can dress up and drink kool-aid and dance." Scarlett couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's excitement, "I think he'll be thrilled to take you. You guys will have the best time." Reaching out for Olivia's hand, they started to walk off the campus, and right pass the nosy PTA mothers - ignoring their looks of disgust as they walked by. "Do you think he'll wear pink? Or maybe purple? He has to match my dress, right? We can go shopping for a new dress, can we mom? And you can do my hair and my nails, make me look like a princess." Scarlett squeezes Olivia's hand softly, "Ah, baby you already look like a princess. But yes, we can get you a new dress, and do your hair and nails. And I'm sure he'll match you no matter what color you pick." And for a brief moment, Scarlett looked up to make sure they weren't going to run into anyone and that's when she saw him. Ollie. She stopped in her tracks, unsure if she was seeing who she was seeing. Olivia caught wind of the shock that Scarlett was in, tugging at her hand, "Mom?" Olivia's eyes followed Scarlett's, landing on Ollie. "Mommy, is that Oliver? Daddy's brother? The one in pictures?" Scar shook out of her shock, "Yeah, baby, that's him." She answers, looking to Olivia, unsure of how to answer how he was here, because hell -- she didn't even know. And before Scarlett could stop her, Olivia dropped her hand and ran straight over to Oliver. Scarlett wasn't going to stop her, she trusted Oliver. So, she just followed behind, watching as her daughter looked up to her uncle, then without warning she poked him, looking back to Scarlett "Mom he's real!" She then turned back to Oliver, "I'm Olivia, my daddy is your brother. Your picture is on our fridge."