i'm not the girl i ought to be ⸻ tvdu's caroline e. forbes as interpreted by day (23, she/her, chinese). originally brought to life in 2022, re - established january of 2023. anti jplec. canon divergent, so read the verses section or i'll skewer you <3. blog uses beta editor. permanent plotting call.
rules ⁎
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stats ⁎
full name , caroline elizabeth forbes.
nickname(s) , care, care bear.
birthday , october 10th.
gender , cis woman.
pronouns , she/her.
orientation , pansexual + panromantic.
species , vampire.
faceclaim , candice accola/king.
family , elizabeth forbes (mother), william forbes (father).
appearance , blonde hair (usually curled), blue - grey eyes, 5'6".
verses ⁎
main , canon takes a sharp left turn when zach sal/vatore walks into the cellar to check on his uncle, only to find him dead with a stake in his chest. caroline, who damon had managed to summon even in his weakened state, hadn't walked into the boarding house unprepared. (don't scream, don't move, don't be afraid, don't tell anyone. never once did he issue the command: don't try to kill me.) so the story changes, diverges down a different path. some things, however, are inescapable. caroline might've defeated her own personal monster, but the vampire world has always been much bigger than just a couple salvatores. (somewhere in the dark, katherine is watching, and somewhere behind her, klaus is listening). timeline.
#HERUGLYPHS — 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 & 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒. feat. various muses from media and literature, including all for the game, dc comicverse, shadowhunters, stranger things, warrior nun, and more. [penned by key]
caroline sips from her iced tea, calm with a practised sort of patience. her lips part from the straw, pressing together for a moment while she attempts to ease out the crinkle in her brows, before she smacks them loudly and smiles. “well, out of the two of us i guess you're the one who would know what real love is like.” @thriev
elena squints her eyes, her own fingers using her straw to stir her diet dr pepper. she can practically feel her dad's judgement of the drink from beyond the grave, but it sends a bolt of warmth straight to her heart nonetheless. " i wouldn't know about that. i just know what love isn't. "
caroline rolls her eyes. she can't quite help it. this whole 'being a good person' thing bends so easily around elena. there's something there to it, about how elena's seen her at her worst, how elena brings it out of her, how love and hate is a thin line. “oh, i just know you're gearing up for some lecture about me not knowing what's good for me and all that crap. so c'mon, lay it on me. be my love guru.”
if i were to write elena i'd write her as a monsterfucker with chronic 'i can save him' disease. and i mean monsterfucker i don't just mean hot old vampires i mean grotesque looking creatures. like babygirl starts off with hot guys who happen to be old but once she's had her fill of those she moves on to bigger and badder until she just legitimately isn't attracted to human men anymore and only inhuman creatures who have committed many atrocities. she will absolutely try to save them all and risk the lives of all her friends and family in the process and she'll act like she's sad about it but babygirl doesn't give a fuck actually. worst part is that if she's managed to successfully 'save' them she just gets bored and has to repeat the cycle lol <3
caroline is a girlboss who thinks she's a failgirl but elena is a failgirl who thinks she's a girlboss. caroline circumventing her insignificance in the narrative vs elena overindulging in her place in the narrative until she loses herself. are u seeing the vision. are u seeing it.
(i get the 'poor little meow meow' people now. it's how i feel about elena)
if i were to write elena i'd write her as a monsterfucker with chronic 'i can save him' disease. and i mean monsterfucker i don't just mean hot old vampires i mean grotesque looking creatures. like babygirl starts off with hot guys who happen to be old but once she's had her fill of those she moves on to bigger and badder until she just legitimately isn't attracted to human men anymore and only inhuman creatures who have committed many atrocities. she will absolutely try to save them all and risk the lives of all her friends and family in the process and she'll act like she's sad about it but babygirl doesn't give a fuck actually. worst part is that if she's managed to successfully 'save' them she just gets bored and has to repeat the cycle lol <3
#storias is an EXTREMELY serious multimuse as SERIOUSLY WRITTEN by poppy. 18+ only. ft. SERIOUS muses from fandoms such as: the vampire chronicles, the vampire diaries universe, buffy / angel, star wars, and more!
caroline can actually be any kind of dynamic in a family. she can be the overenthusiastic bubbly little sister and she can be the responsible prissy older sister and the fun indulgent cool wine aunt and Also she can be the lil bit pushy but overall caring and well meaning mother.
' it was love, i guess. ' for darling dearest doe-eyes miss elena herself
elena eyes caroline critically, scrunching up her nose as if she's swallowed something incredibly bitter. " i don't think obsession qualifies as love, care. not real love, anyway. "
caroline sips from her iced tea, calm with a practised sort of patience. her lips part from the straw, pressing together for a moment while she attempts to ease out the crinkle in her brows, before she smacks them loudly and smiles. “well, out of the two of us i guess you're the one who would know what real love is like.”
' i'm doing what i want and, damn, i'm doing it well. ' 4 meggie meggathan meggifer meggatron <3
there's a pointer finger inside a nostril, searching, seeking for something that seems far more interesting than what the blonde is saying. instead of answering, meggie continues to swirl her finger in her nose, kicking her sneaker covered feet to-and-fro'.
little sisters. there's probably something universal about how capable they are of getting on one's nerves. it doesn't matter that meggie isn't caroline's little sister at all, she's still hers in a way that means caroline is entirely justified when she reaches out and flicks her on the forehead, hard. “see, this is why you don't have any friends, meggie menace.”
WE HAD TRIED NOT TO DOCK THE MARAWATI IN SUCH CLEAR VIEW OF THE PORT ; we had not wanted to draw attention. But watching the ship’s steady buoying from the shimmering sand of the beach, the gentle waves crashing along the walnut hull & the sunlight nestled behind the golden sails — bleeding through the needlework of tapestry in acicular beams of pure gold — the marawati’s splendor was incontrovertible. It was not by any means a large ship, nor a ship of riches ; rather, a great love for the ship had kept it afloat three generations now.
So naturally the marawati drew the attentions of many a sailor & wanderers alike, & to the female nakhudha that approached with a short number of her crew.
The plan was to be quick. They would speak to who they must & leave before whisper got into the city — however, it wouldn’t be a flawless attempt. The first lesson any newly aspiring sailor should learn : if something can go wrong, it will, especially once out at sea.
— now, she insists I tell you with what great attempt — yes, truly, with what will she had after a myriad of exhausting days at sea — she had tried to turn down the request of the young woman negotiating with her at the shore ( — " money, I tell you it talks, as veritable a tempter as a bottle of palm wine off the coast of the Maldives " — ) only to surrender with a sigh & little argument. She saw Majed approaching on the ship’s dunij and he’d be on the beach in a few minutes, most. This would have to be quick. ❛ I don’t deal with formal papers or contracts. You’ll have to go off my word. You can buy passage on my boat or you could work — but, sister, you do not look like an experienced sailor. ❜
caroline had never asked for eternity. she'd assumed it would be boring. she'd assumed she would stay trapped in her small hometown with its small people until she died. and then— the universe had always favoured elena. there was no one to nag poor orphaned elena about finding a husband. and yet, one day, suddenly there was a bright-eyed sharp-grinned suitor at her door. stefan salvatore had kissed the back of elena's hand like she was some kind of saint. damon salvatore had stepped out of stefan's shadow and tightened his fingers around caroline's wrist like she was nothing.
the world had taken life from her, then shoved immortality down her throat in the same breath. she'd decided then that she wanted no part of elena's story, and went off in search of her own. nothing had properly struck her fancy until now.
it's not about the grandeur. caroline's seen her fair share of extravagance by now. it's about the life of it all. she can see it in the sails, etched into the wood, all the time it's been at sea scratched onto every surface. and then she sees the captain.
“oh, i'm no sailor at all.” caroline drops perhaps a slightly exaggerated amount of money into the captain's hands, smiling the way her mother used to say was better kept for inside the house. “but i can sing. i can lend you my voice if you'd like. i've been told my shanties are particularly inspiring.”