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WEBW.   M(YSTIC) F(ALLS).

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#i love having no activity whatsoever n then just dropping a random web weave bc i heard a song n i was li #ke. i have to #‘ HOME IS THE MOUTH OF A SHARK.

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they have a joint lease on all my holes

#‘ NARRATOR. #going thru screencaps n had to stop at this one bc. 😳😋😵‍💫 u know? #is 10 am too early for me to be doing this

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BATFALL​,   BRUCE W.

                                                   A    BROW   LIFTS    as   he  considers   words   ,     𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂   𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻   𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢   𝚗𝚎𝚠   𝚝𝚘   𝚑𝚒𝚖.     the   NIGHT   pulls   on   him  ,   WAITING    for   him   to   RETURN.   bruce   can   FEEL   that    pull      it   settles   within   bones    as   they   ACHE   to   be   anywhere   but    where   current   affair   is   being   held.   ‘   hmm    …   there’s   the    board   ,   put   in   place   after   i   failed   to   lived  up   to   expectations  ’    BROAD   shoulders   rise  and  fall  with  a   shrug.   𝚑𝚎’𝚜   𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕   𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚢   𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝   WAYNE   ENTERPRISES   for   years  ,    avoided   family   legacy   as   he   pursued   what   HE   thought   was  a    greater   cause.   ‘  there’s   the   PRESS   as   well   …  ’  an   awkward   laugh   as   he   shakes   head  ,   ‘   𝚒  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚟𝚎   𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍   𝚖𝚎   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢   𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢   𝚋𝚎  𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  ’     

                                        the   board  in   question   are   men   who   had   CLOSE   ties   to   THOMAS  WAYNE  ,  a   thing   that    BRUCE   WAYNE  couldn’t   and   SHOULD   NOT   trust.   𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎   𝚊𝚛𝚎   𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜   𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎    𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔   𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕   𝚘𝚏    𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢.   the   only   department   that  he  had   a  DIRECT   hand  in   was    the    TDP  (  technology   development  program  )     the   budget   SEEMINGLY   out   of   odds   with  the   rest   of   ASSETS.              ‘   who  do  you   work   for  ?  ’   inquisitive    nature   as   he   feels  himself   slide  into  a   side  of   his   PERSONALITY   that   suits   him  well.    

caroline ponders on the state of gotham as she knows it.   hell on earth is always an apt description, but lately she thinks it keeps getting more and more interesting. somehow, underneath all the dirt and grime she had managed to find herself. batman was there too, lingering like an ever present shadow. gotham’s very own hero? no, not hero. that was probably a word she’d use for an article, a pretty word for an otherwise unpretty profession. PROTECTOR is perhaps a more apt description. the point is, gotham manages to keep itself interesting by having people like the batman in it. and bruce wayne, too, is his own type of intriguing.

everything they don’t want him to be.   “if it’s any consolation, i like you better this way.”   caroline grins as she says it, along with the casual shrug of her shoulders. she blames working for the paper for the sudden itch to dissect the enigma of the man in front of her. she used to be too scared to poke into mysteries, but now...

“i work for mr. monroe, with the gotham times. technically i’m his secretary.”   a perfectly uninteresting, innocuous job for a perfectly unassuming woman like her.   “but he has me doing a bit of everything. anything he can’t be bothered with will end up in my hands eventually. i hope you don’t do the same to whoever works under you, because let me tell you, it is not fun.”

#batfall #‘ NARRATIVE: I HAVE DREAMED OF DESTRUCTION‚ ANNIHILATIONS. #pretend this didnt take me almost like a month to reply to FLKJSG

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kisses care cutely hi dayby baby ily <3

*tucks junsu into bed gently* hey cainy wainy <333 ilym 😍 i’m sprinkling good vibes and chocolates onto ur pillow so that u have good dreams tonight 🛌

#wulfled #‘ ANSWER.

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13thghosts​,   dennis.

@buhlonde  asked:         [ WOUND ]

RED  ICHOR  dripping  from  a  wound  on  his  head  ,  dennis  blinked  for  a  moment  -  the  woman’s  presence  a  constant  by  his  side.  his  mind  running  a  mile  a  minute  ,  dennis  didn’t  even  register  that  she  was  reaching  up  to  graze  against  the  injured  flesh  until  he  felt  that  FAMILIAR  jolt.

jumping  back  ,  dennis  put  a  little  space  between  them  -  hands  reaching  out  almost  protectively.  “  hey-  hey  i’m  okay  just-  “  the  man  shivered  ,  light  eyes  locking  onto  caroline’s  own.  “  -no  TOUCHING  ,  please.  “

something jumps up her throat.   it’s unclear at this point if it’s distress or fear or frustration, but either way, caroline has to swallow it down before she can find it in herself to speak.   “you are definitely not okay. you’re bleeding! how is that okay?”   her voice accidentally gets all shrill, all high and stressed, though she does manage to withdraw her hands. she looks around for a moment, trying to catch something, anything that might be of use, before she huffs and peels off her jacket. she quickly shoves it in his direction with a frown on her face, before she can regret giving it up.   “here, use this for the blood. if you bleed out on me i’ll kill you.”

#13thghosts #‘ NARRATIVE. #was going to give care her [rips a bit of her shirt off to use as a bandage] moment but then i thought. jacket would be more convenient KFLJ

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perfaede​ & beingstories,   klaus + elena.

things have felt tense in town, and for once, it was not caused by him. he can’t say that he’s happy about it ( he does prefer to be the only nightmare his victims have when he’s on a mission ), but the death itself? wonderful. klaus had nothing to do with it — if only because he knows that it would be to sacrifice what potential he has with stefan joining him willingly — but he was interested to know who had.

caroline got to him before stefan did. too immersed in his grief, while everyone else who ever had the misfortune of meeting damon salvatore was likely celebrating. he knows of no reason why the young blonde vampire would be reaching out to him, but it doesn’t change the fact he needs an in. even if it’s a trap, their ensemble has lost the eldest vampire, they’re as weak as ever.

grief, after all, will blind even the most devious of minds in unexpected ways.

from the threshold, he takes stock of the situation he’s placed himself in. one very young vampire, one doppelganger. no bennett witch, no ripper, no hunter. one immortal hybrid. the odds are in his favor, even if he can’t get inside the door. that has never stopped him. what is stopping him is the suspicion that derives from his long-time paranoia. 

is it paranoia? had he misread something about this group? he did minimal research, but he was certain katherine hadn’t been lying when she described the dynamics of this group. caroline forbes was one of elena’s closer friends, and here she was, offering her up on a silver platter. it proves only one thing; the consequences of whatever brought her to this point? worse than the consequences of what she’s about to do.

the devil offers a grin to his prized possession, acknowledging her comment in good humor, as he repeats caroline’s words to himself. promise me something.

he wonders what empty promises elijah must have filled their heads with.

“   caroline, is it? this is just a formality i feel you should be aware of — if this is some sort of trick, i’ll bleed you dry and compel you to watch when i tear through your loved ones, starting with your mother.  ”  as if he’s discussing an entirely mundane subject, he rolls his eyes playfully, holding his hands behind his back.  “   now that that’s out of the way, please, do elaborate.  ”

the fact that he knows her name shouldn’t throw her as much as it does,   but it still does. she doesn’t fumble, but she blinks, slow, doesn’t have an immediate response; it is as good as stumbling over her own feet. the threat to her mother is less surprising somehow. she had expected the threats, the bartering, the knives hidden underneath careful words and sentences. caroline, is it? is somehow the thing that gets her.

but oh, she remembers she is not technically alone in this. her hand wanders to elena’s shoulder, and the feel of it under her fingers is a welcome relief, an anchor for her frazzled mind.   “jeez,”   caroline expels a breath from her lips, marvelling at how her voice is keeping even,   “i get why you’d have trust issues and everything but give me a little credit, okay? i’m not stupid enough to try any tricks.”   no, those kind of hair-brained schemes were best left for damon. and now that he’s gone, hopefully caroline can end this all here, before stefan can pull himself out of his grief to do something drastic and potentially self sabotaging.

she carefully doesn’t address his threats, even if the thought of putting her mother in harm’s way makes her throat clench uncomfortably. she’d calculated her chances though, before she got here. 81% in her favour, she had decided. she’s worked with far less.   “i just need you to become damon salvatore’s killer. which shouldn’t be all that hard considering your track record. you just have to say yeah, i killed him, if anyone asks, and also admit that you sent his head to his brother after you did it... easy, right?”

by all accounts it was a risk free promise. caroline, in comparison, has far less to gain from this transaction. her eyes lower to where elena’s sitting, and she wonders if elena thinks she’s being selfish, if elena hates her with everything she has. caroline doesn’t want to say i did this for you, i did this for us, but she feels the sentiment in her chest anyway. this was a way to fix her problems and elena’s too. it was a chance to give in without really losing, without having to butt heads with someone who was likely way out of their league. caroline was convinced she was saving them all trouble down the line. she was hoping elena could understand that, too.

#‘ NARRATIVE: WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT CRUEL‚ HUNGERING MOUTH? #perfaede #beingstories #caroline would've 100% made up some kind of contract for klaus to sign if she wasn't so worried abt having him within a 6 foot distance #business meeting vibes ✨

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@perfaede​ & @beingstories​:   a clandestine meeting.

she’s surprisingly calm.   frighteningly so. something about this feels terribly practised despite it being her first time. maybe it’s the fact that she’s already in too deep. damon is already dead. his head has already been delivered to stefan’s doorstep, wrapped in a tidy, neat little bow. this, now, elena quietly sitting in the chair under her orders, seems a bit tame in comparison.

caroline grips the back of the chair hard enough for the wood to splinter just slightly under her hand. she can hear klaus’ footsteps nearing the open door, slow and measured. she counts down the seconds she still has left to back out— 5... the window is open, she could just hop right out, run, disappear before she ever has to face klaus the hybrid. klaus the horrible. (but oh, no amount of running will change the fact that she had already become caroline the murderer). 4 ... 3 ... 2 ...

he shows up at the entryway, stoping at the threshold. 1.   “you’re here.”   the words expel from caroline’s lips, almost a whisper. she wishes the relief she hears in her own voice is just her imagination. it’s not, though. caroline is glad he showed up, glad she hadn’t done this for nothing. (GLAD THAT SHE MIGHT GET AWAY WITH THE CRIME).   “so. i’m just going to jump right to the important bit. you don’t mind, right? i could do the whole back and forth thing with you but honestly i’d rather just get right down to it. you need elena’s blood, and i have elena right here, compelled and everything. no one knows we’re out here either. i could get her to give up her blood for you and no one really has to get hurt. but only after you promise me something.”

#i hope i'm doing this 3way correctly <3333 #perfaede #beingstories #‘ NARRATIVE: WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT CRUEL‚ HUNGERING MOUTH?

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CAROLINE FORBES TVD, 6.13

#‘ VISUALS. #THATS MY BABY UR HONOR <3

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batfall​,   bruce.

                                 IRONY   ,   as   words   fall   from   the   blonde,   and  bruce   closes   door.    he   doesn’t   ENJOY   these   sort  of   OPULENT   fundraisers.    a   chance   for   the   RICH   to   pat    themselves  on  the   back   as   they   turn  a   BLIND   EYE   to   DOWNTOWN   gotham.   shoulders   carry   the   weight  of   the  world   as   𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜   𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃   𝚝𝚘   𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛   𝚢𝚎𝚝    𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔.   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚘𝚗𝚎   𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢   𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝  ,   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙   𝚋𝚞𝚝   𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙴𝙻   𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚑𝚎’𝚜   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎   𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚕.   skin   UNCOMFORTABLE   against  expensive  suit   ,   and   fingers   constantly   TUG    at   SLEEVES   as   he   fights   the  urge  to  rip   the   very   fabric  off   frame.   ‘   VULTURES  ?  ’   a    small  smile   dances   upon   lips   as   he    CONSIDERS   the   idea  of  it   resting.  ‘  hmm  …  i   think   they   LIKE  to  think  of  themselves   as   untouchable  ,   DIFFERENT   set   of   rules   perhaps  ’  voice  low   as   he   then   goes   to   go   by   a   WINDOW   that   overlooks   gotham  city  ,  ‘   𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚋𝚎  𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙷  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚠𝚊𝚢  ’   bruce   then   SQUINTS   as   he   sees   a   helicopter  circling  GOTHAM   DOCKS,  ‘  i  can  only   imagine  what   you   must   think   of   me  ’  HUMOR   laced   as   he  then   goes  to  look   over   at   the   blonde. 

  ‘   why  do     you     come  to  these   things  ?  ’   

it’s uncanny how no amount of time will change the fact that caroline always says the wrong thing.   complaining about the rich directly to bruce wayne’s face seems about as wrong a thing as someone could say to a mega billionaire. still, there’s something about him, especially up close that seems a bit... off. she’s met just about every type of rich person there is, she’s shook hands with them, powered through every bit of condescension and superiority in conversation with them, and still something about bruce is hard to pin down. he’s still rich, still BRUCE WAYNE, but she gets the sense there’s a missing piece in that puzzle.   “well, you, mr. wayne, i’m still reserving judgement for. see, you look like every other gazillionaire at this party, but you’re playing the part a bit differently. you’re not giving off the ‘i'm better than you’ attitude for one, and i’ve gotten it from everyone i’ve met so far tonight.”

caroline offers a wry grin along with a shrug of her shoulders.   “according to my boss, i get the privilege of attending these things with him because he appreciates all the hard work i do around the office. but i’m pretty sure he just likes showing me off as arm candy to whatever ceo he’s trying to schmooze.”   not the worst gig in the world, all things considered. and at the very least, the one percent really did know their champagne.   “must be nice to be your own boss.”

#batfall #‘ NARRATIVE: I HAVE DREAMED OF DESTRUCTION‚ ANNIHILATIONS. #care assigning bruce w 'im not like other girls' syndrome except it's. 'you're not like other billionaires' LKSJDG #q.

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malgoode​,   mal.

𝕔aroline’s    first    mistake    is    thinking    that    mal    would    trust    a    single    person    from    auradon  ,    let    alone    one    as    pretty    and    prissy    looking    as    her  .    the    second    mistake    is    approaching    a    dragon    burning    in    her    own    fire  .    see  ,    ben    and    evie    are    off    promenading    now    and    evie    is    positively    glowing    under    his    false    affections  .    and    mal    thinks    she’d    like    to    light    that    stupid    prince    up  ,    damn    this    stupid    plan    right    to    hades  !    jealousy    is    uglier    on    an    ugly    ugly    girl  .

❝    what  ?    ❞    she    blinks    out    of    her    rage  ,    that    green    of    her    eyes    dying    out  ,    less    of    a    glowing    anger    to    them    now  .    when    she    looks    at    caroline  ,    her    brow    is    pinched  ,    shackles    raised    in    defense    as    if    expecting    something    nasty    to    befall    her  .    ❝    who    cares  ?    and    what  ,    you    ak    kids    don’t    believe    in    love    at    first    sight    or    whatever  ?    i    thought    that    was  ,    like  ,    your    guys’    thing  .    true    love    and    all    that    bullshit  .    ❞

mal’s words prickle at caroline’s skin,   and they only prickle because they’re true. because, yes, auradon believed in true love like it was the be - all and end - all of everything, but oh all it’s ever done was make caroline bitter. she thinks of bill, practically exiled to the outskirts of auradon, shamed into isolating himself all because he turned his back on TRUE LOVE. bill’s wedding vows were a cage, and he had to pay a price for breaking free.

whatever. she’d just let mal assume auradon was perfect, let her think all the bright pinks and yellows weren’t just there to cover up the mess underneath.   “and i’m just saying, isn’t it your thing as vks to stab people in the back and leave them for dead?”   her smile turns chilly, a skill she’s honed after years and years of backhanded comments about her family, about the lack of a father by her side.   “you can’t exactly blame me for being suspicious, can you? you haven’t given me much reason to trust any of you.”

#malgoode #DESC. VERSE TBT / #pls ily sm #n i love them i hope they fist fight. or kiss #q.

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wistlton​,   vera.

usually ,   she will keep away from these social gatherings now   :   especially so late in the season .   not much interesting happens now .   rather make herself ready to go to the country side for the vinter.   head turns to the young woman   &   dark gaze shift across her ,   as if to take her in .   all her childhood she was the daughter of a witch .   the family that held wealth but no title .   now she had a title     .  .  .     and everything she wanted .   (   and no husband that wanted her only to bear children .   )   worked out in the end .   so there is hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips ,   chin lift just a bit .   half a nod .     ❝   go on then ,   tell me about your predicament of late .   ❞

she holds a breath in-between her teeth,   like she’s readying herself for something monumental.   “i am to be wed soon...”   caroline admits, head hanging, as if it were a shameful secret. it’s not, though. it’s only truth, only what everyone else already knows.   “but...”   and there she exhales, guilt and obligation and resentment all hitched on her one breath.   “this man will not make me happy. i know it in my heart. he cannot love me. and i do not want a marriage without love.”

her shoulders sink, her posture deflating ever so slightly.   “i came to you, viscountess, because i thought you might know more than i do, about these things. i thought perhaps you might have an answer for my troubles... i would be grateful if you had even just some wise words to offer.”

#wistlton #‘ NARRATIVE: NO ONE TAUGHT ME TO WANT. #q.

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important hc question would unhinged caroline let meggie have vervain bombs to throw at people asking for science

absolutely yes, she will even gift meggie a water gun and encourage her to fill it with vervain water? vervain liquid? i’m sure meggie will find a way to make use of it <3 (or she can fill it with piss n shoot it at people, that’s also fine with her).

#‘ ANSWER. #unhinged!care is ready to enable meggie at every turn <33333333

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does caroline like jazz

no :/ she told me to tell you she thinks jazz is for old people and she’d rather listen to brit spears :///

#‘ ANSWER. #she's YOUNG she listens to POP music she has ZERO wrinkles #and she will NOT fuck any bees 🐝

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caroline + a murder and a quick exchange.

hey friends welcome to a shit post about what could’ve been if caroline was a little more evil <3 idk this is mostly just for the purpose of me putting vague evil thoughts together into one coherent WHAT IF scenario.

this starts with my vampire verse: caroline, turned. damon, still alive. caroline’s memories of the time spent compelled by damon burning and very much fresh in her mind.

things start to go off course by the time klowse shows up (and i mean the second time, for the hybrids), at which point caroline realises she has an opportunity. she’s been seething quietly and secretly for months, but now that evil hybrid man is back she starts PLANNING.

what she wants most is for damon to be gone, and with klowse right there she has an excellent bad guy to pin the death on. so she murders damon. and she makes a mess of it. all those months of quietly, silently stewing in her anger and hatred and she lets it all out. damon doesn’t see it coming because hey, blondie would never, right?

then caroline sends damon’s severed head to stefan, not because she has anything against stefan, but because she (rightly) assumes that everyone will think that’s klowse ‘sending a message’.

thus everyone hates klowse even more and caroline gets away scot-free. but care’s not quite done. she wants to make sure that damon’s death can in no way be tied back to her, and if she wants that she needs klowse to take credit for the kill. in order to convince him to do anything, she needs something to negotiate. good thing she has elena!

she’d never actively put lena in harm, care still loves her, but if it’s elena sacrificing a couple pints of blood a couple times a month, what’s the harm? luckily elena doesn’t consume vervain (no one does, actually. which is stupid to caroline but she won’t point it out since it’s to her benefit in the end), so all caroline needs to do is stick around for a moment when elena has her vervain necklace off (one slumber party, an accidental soda spill on it is all it takes) and then she can compel her to her heart’s desire.

caroline then organises a meet up between klowse. ten pm, in some random stranger’s apartment that she compelled them to invite her into. when klowse walks in, elena is sitting in a chair looking not at all scared, and caroline is standing behind her.

the deal is quite simple. caroline has elena compelled and at her mercy, and she can order her to give up her blood for klowse to do his hybrid business, but in return klowse must agree to take the blame for damon’s death.

now klowse could actually just fuck caroline over and take elena away now that she’s away from the protection of the salva.tore brothers, but caroline’s considered that. she didn’t just compel elena to be obedient and quiet, she also compelled elena to bite her own tongue off if someone tried to take her/kidnap her, whether that was klowse himself, his siblings or one of his henchmen (elena would most certainly bleed out, and even if they tried to turn her, with all the choking she’d be doing on her own blood no one would be able to feed her any vampire blood to revive her). and she knew klowse cared far too much about his hybrids to risk elena dying.

so the deal is made. no hand shakes are exchanged, but klowse leaves with containers of elena’s blood, and caroline’s number in his phone to contact for more blood later.

(when elena wakes up the next morning she’ll feel a bit light headed. she won’t remember much of the slumber party she had with caroline, only that they must’ve gotten very drunk for her to have blacked out that way.)

#‘ WHAT IF? #i just made that tag up yes but i did not know what else to categorise this post as LKFJSG #i barely rmr canon plot lines at this point also so like if none of this works in line w that then oh well! #i just always think it's fun to explore possibilities. MMM possibilities MMM aus

[buhlonde]

Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia

Text ID: There is something bad here, / growing. Day and night / I watch it. Growing.

#‘ WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT CRUEL‚ HUNGERING MOUTH? #haha ✨ #but also #‘ HOME IS THE MOUTH OF A SHARK. #i think in any verse where she's trapped in mystic falls after damon smth abt the innate sort of darkness she has inside her just multiplies #everyday she grows more tempted to do something mean! and bad! and something she might regret! u know #n i think that eventual resentment will slowly fester until it turns into something genuinely horrible #i have a lot of thoughts abt this i could write a whole essay

[buhlonde]

something sharp lives in her bones. part of her recognises it's always been there, another part of her understands she could've kept it hidden if only they hadn't killed her. if they didn't bring her back to life.

everybody talks about how resurrection comes at a price. no one ever says what it is, but caroline thinks she's beginning to understand. something dark has been housed in her for so long, and the wrongness of her re-life has released it.

#‘ ENTRY.

[buhlonde]

pragmic​,   stefan.

                              ‘  my  brother  …  ’    WHERE   does  he  start  ,   ‘   he  think  he’s   GOD’S  GIFT  TO  WOMEN  ’   𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙽  𝚘𝚏  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎  𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜  𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗  𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜   𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔,  ‘   he  has  this   BAD   habit  of  UNDERESTIMATING  people  ’   THE  GRILL    slowly  filling  up  with   customers,   ‘   he’s   a  dick  ,   plain  and  simple  ’   then  goes  to  get  up  as  he   looks  at  caroline,  ‘  𝚒  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚠𝚎’𝚟𝚎  𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑  𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍  𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑  𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚑𝚒𝚖  … YOU  DON’T   NEED  THIS  ’   /   @buhlonde​  

caroline tugs at the collar of her shirt,   self conscious, a useless action in the end when they both know what’s underneath.   “are you saying we should form a pact or something? an i hate damon club?”   caroline scoffs. the noise sounds harsh from her throat, which she doesn’t exactly intend, but still means all the same.   “hating him hasn’t gotten you anywhere, has it? 'cause hating him definitely hasn’t gotten me anything other than like... heartburn.”   heartburn and a bitter, simmering rage.

“would’ve been nice if you were just into blondes.”   she grimaces even as the sentence leaves her mouth. there she was again. caroline forbes, saying the wrong thing once more, dull in comparison to elena, fake in comparison to bonnie, always stuck on what ifs.

#pragmic #‘ NARRATIVE. #this is so emo but They <3 #q.