the-last-doppelganger

[the-last-doppelganger]

His accent was richer than she had first realised, his eyes dark and glittering as they took her in. She scoffed at his words, convoluted and yet, conveying what any other vampire would say too. "Answering my call? I wasn't here to wait for the things lurking in the shadows," and yet, despite her words, her heart skipped a beat. Doubt began to creep into the corners of her mind like fog. She had been spending her night in the cemetery though she knew about the risk of vampires, of even Klaus showing up.

And now, he had.

"I came here because," suddenly, she was bereft of words. The need to avoid his accusation rang clear within her mind but the thought of explaining her grief and loneliness was enough to give her hives. "Well, not that it matters, but I came to visit my parents."

She shook her head at his words, wondering what his real goal was. Then, with a suddenness that surprised her, he grasped her hand, his lips touching the back of it. Reminding her of when Damon had done it too. She tilted her head in momentary curiosity, before trying to shrug it off.

"Elijah?" The name piqued her curiosity again, making her lean towards him, as if she were about to whisper something, "you know Elijah? And Klaus?" Something dark crept within her as spoke the hybrids name - fear and guilt swirling within her, anger rising as she shook her head and pulled back.

"So, I'm guessing you want to take me back to Klaus. Tell him I'm still alive," bitterness coloured her voice as she remembered just how many people had tried to kidnap her to hand her over to Klaus like an offering. A bargaining chip. Her life ruined just so someone could earn a favour from Klaus. "Do you want a favour from him? Or do you want forgiveness? What does he have over you? I wonder if you'll even have the decency to tell me before you ruin whatever's left of my life."

@lordofthestrix

@lordofthestrix

Continued from here

The ground was cool beneath her as she sat in the cemetery, her back against a headstone. Her fingers flit over the earth, and she moved them over the headstone, over her mothers name. She knew that being out there at night was like inviting trouble, but her Jeremy was gone for the night and Jenna was dead. There were only ghosts accompanying her in her home.

Stefan was gone. She couldn’t help but think of him, as she did whenever she didn’t miss Jenna, and he’d likely never come back. Just to keep her safe from Klaus.

She wanted him back though; there was no way to bring back Jenna, but there was a way to bring back Stefan.

She startled as she heard the rustling of leaves, suddenly accompanying the sounds of insects chittering. Goosebumps raised along her skin as she strained to hear soft footsteps along the ground.

She rose from the ground as the silhouette made it’s way across the ground and towards her. Her eyes were sharp as she looked at him, his voice ringing out clear in the night. She frowned at first, wondering what this was about, before she understood it.

He was playing with her.

And he knew who she was. What she was. Part of her wanted to run, yet when she moved, it was to walk towards him. There was no point running from a vampire. He was a vampire of course, his suit too expensive and his accent to rich for him to be a werewolf.

In some ways, he reminded her of Elijah, the way he carried himself. But there was something about him that was distinct too, the closeness in his eyes. The closer she got to him, the more he resembled shark swimming in blood infested waters.

“You would like a word?” She frowned at him, confused and wondering what he wanted. Alarm bells were ringing in her head as she stopped a few feet away from him; something about him screamed danger. “The polite thing to do would be to show up my house in the morning then, not stalk me in the cemetery at night.”

She bit her lip, her neck tilting as she observed him, “but then vampires aren’t known for their politeness, even ones as old as you.” She tested the words, and even though she walked for his confirmation, she knew they fit. He was an ancient vampire, although she wasn’t quite sure just how old he was.

“Who are you? You know who I am, what I am, it’s only fair that I know. And what do you wanna talk about?”

#lordofthestrix #threads her blood is ichor #tristan and elena

[the-last-doppelganger]

Her heart sped when he stepped closer to her, almost towering over her, but she refused to shrink back. Instead she lifted her chin higher, as if daring him, "I'm not just a little girl," her voice bordered on petulant, though she had wanted to sound tough. Her breath hitched as his cold fingers glided across her skin, and she suppressed a small shiver. His eyes were black when she looked into them, her hand reaching up to swat at his. "You shouldn't make assumptions about me, you know nothing of who I am."

@theirmadness

She shrugged easily, willing to keep the beating of her heart in her control, “who says that I’m scared? You aren’t the first vampire I’ve come across.”

@sugarspicesins

#theirmadness #threads her blood is ichor #thread . . . edward & elena.

[the-last-doppelganger]

Send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has/has taken of your muse(s)

#memes you can talk to me #hello #i’m alive

[the-last-doppelganger]

@horrorbitesarc

"I couldn't," the words leave her lips the instant Bonnie says Elena could've joined her, knowing that Bonnie would've made an enemy of Klaus, maybe Elijah too, in the quest to save her. "You wouldn't have been safe, besides, I doubt you'd have wanted me there." These words are the ones she regrets instantly, though she knows them to be true. She still can't forget the way Sheila died, Bonnie's grams' death still weighing on her.

She'd known her too.

Knows the pain it must've caused Bonnie.

"The hotel business huh?" She asks as if she hasn't just made a blunder, made things a little awkward. Hopes that if she pretends, then they can just brush it off without discussing it, "that sounds great. I guess I can tell people that my best friend is a hotelier now."

She looks around the place, her eyes sweeping over the crowd as she spots a familiar booth that's empty, one that used to be theirs. "Do you wanna stay for a while? Maybe grab something to eat? I'd love to hear more about Salem," she can't help the longing that creeps into her voice, desperation for any crumbs that Bonnie might give her about her life.

She's missed her more than she can ever put into words.

Elena nods easily at Bonnie's words, but she can see that the other girl is holding something back. She's not sure whether to ask her about it though, not when she can see some resentment in Bonnie's eyes.

It's her worst fear come true, she thinks, more than watching Jenna or Isobel die. It's the same resentment she feels every time she looks in the mirror and sees the face that has ruined her life. The bite mark on her neck and the phantom pain of Klaus' fangs sinking into her flesh. She's afraid everyone in her life will look at her like that, having caught a glimmer of it in Caroline's eyes when Tyler became a hybrid.

She doesn't have to guess at what Bonnie might resent her for. No amount of guilt she feels will ever make up for what happened, what she was entangled in and what it led to.

"I'm fine," she answers automatically, because she is. She's fine and she's alive, which is more than she can say for her aunt. Something prickles at the back of her head, and she wonders how to even talk to Bonnie anymore. But there's more to it, because she knows Bonnie, and she knows there's more than resentment she's shouldering.

"And is it? Good to be home?" She tilts her head slightly, watching Bonnie through burning eyes, "sometimes....I don't know. I wish I'd left this town." Even as she says the words though, she knows how futile they are. There's no place on earth Klaus couldn't find her.

#horrorbitesarc #threads her blood is ichor #sorry about how short this is!

[the-last-doppelganger]

Like this for Elena to leave a Valentine's message for your muse.

#ooc #memes you can talk to me #just feeling like giving the love today

[the-last-doppelganger]

“I’m always up for keeping secrets from Klaus.”

@lycanslain

❝ What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him.❞

#lycanslain

[the-last-doppelganger]

💞 that's amore !! a collection of valentine's day symbols. it's a mix of sfw and nsfw. for multis, please include who you're sending them to/from. feel free to reverse roles.

💋 to kiss my muse

💞 to ask my muse to be their valentine

💕 to tell my muse that your muse loves them

💌 to write a valentine's day letter to my muse

💐 to give my muse flowers

🍫 to give my muse chocolate

🍷 to have a valentine's day dinner with my muse

🍿 to watch a romantic movie with my muse

🍓 to surprise my muse with breakfast in bed

💃 to slow dance with my muse

🐶 to give my muse a pet

👗 to tell my muse they look beautiful/handsome

👙 to see my muse in lingerie

😏 to see my muse undressed

🛀 to take a romantic bath with my muse

👅 to go down on my muse

👆 to finger or give my muse a handjob

😘 to leave hickeys on my muse

#rp meme #rp memes #symbol rp meme #memes you can talk to me

[the-last-doppelganger]

Stefan settles beside Elena in her bed, an arm extending to wrap around her and pull her in close to his chest. He doesn’t say anything and just enjoys the feeling of her being safe in his arms. (late night cuddles for elena bc stef can’t help himself~)

The night outside is almost breaking into dawn when she feels the bed move beneath her, warmth along her back as she feels Stefan settling next to her, his arm wrapping around get waist. She allows herself to be pulled into his arms, turning in his hold and leaning her head against his chest, her hand resting along his shoulder.

For a long time, she simply breathes him in, enjoys the feeling of being held in his arms, being with him as the world outside seems to fall away. It’s just the two of them and nothing else matters.

“I love you,” she whispers quietly against his skin, her hand trailing down as she lightly presses her lips into his skin, over his neck, “I wish this moment would last forever.”

@brokenbrxther

#brokenbrxther #elena always wants cuddles from stefan

[the-last-doppelganger]

Need more ships/threads with codependency. A love that’s so strong she can’t survive without it, so wound up in her she can’t tell where ends and the other begins. It’s even better if they can’t be together for some reason, or if it’s with someone she feels guilty for loving (doesn’t have the same morals/values).

#wishlist #wanted ship #wanted dynamic #ooc

[the-last-doppelganger]

“I belong to you”

The words were like daggers in her chest, hitting her harder than anything ever has before. Before she’d turned off her humanity, she’d thought she felt too much, but now that she had turned her humanity back on, she could barely discern her own emotions. Anger, fear, love, pain and guilt had all slammed into her and at the middle of it all was Stefan.

Stefan who had stayed.

Who had stayed and helped despite her moodiness, and the way she tormented him. Fed on him, teased him and made him jealous. Hurt him with her words and her actions. Made him insecure, digging up old wounds by comparing him to Damon. Feeding on humans who looked like him right in front of him.

And he'd stayed anyway, could still make a confession like this.

Tears trailed easily down her cheeks as she walked closer to him, her hands cupping his face, "I don't deserve you." She couldn't even look him in the eyes, so she buried her face in his chest, her voice slightly muffled, "but I'm yours if you still want me Stefan. I'm all yours, I'm....I'm sorry for everything I did. I'll deserve any punishment you have for me, after what I did to you."

@brokenbrxther

#brokenbrxther

[the-last-doppelganger]

“What’s wrong? Cant decide who you like more?”

(Referring to void)

"More like I can't decide who I hate less," she said, though there wasn't any real heat in her voice. She should hate them both, of course, they were both terrible in their own ways, monsters who murdered people just for fun. "But I guess it'll have to be you, at least you've never killed anyone I've cared about, unlike him." And yet, the connections she felt with both of them were strong.

What did it say about her, that she was drawn to such monsters?

Perhaps, she was a monster too.

@kingofthewebxxx @sarcasticsnackpack

#kingofthewebxxx #this is shorter than usual #but elena might pick jim #or so she tells herself

[the-last-doppelganger]

I finally got my hotspot to work on my laptop and answered a few asks. I'll try again tomorrow and next weekend, but I'll also try to be around more on mobile again. I'm very sorry for making everyone wait, but work has been kicking my ass.

Off to sleep now, but I'll be on again in a couple hours.

#ooh

[the-last-doppelganger]

BLOOD  KINK  PROMPTS 

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral. 

[ PAINED ]  receiver makes cuts in sender’s thighs before or during oral.  

#memes - you can talk to me #rp meme #roleplay meme #rp memes #inbox memes

[the-last-doppelganger]

“ You shouldn't be out here alone. ”

She turned towards him, her eyes aching and probably red by this point. Her throat burned even as more sobs and tears threatened to overwhelm her, but it was all forgotten as she saw him again after months. Every fibre of her being seemed to be entangled, and she no longer resisted the urge to move towards him. Every instinct in her was gone, only the desire for connection remained.

She'd been alone in this house for months. Almost a year since he'd left her there.

The place was haunted too. Voices of her parents, of her aunt and her uncle, echoing around the place as she tried to chase them. Unable to tell if they were ghosts or if the isolation had driven her mad. Making her hear voices even if they weren't there.

Some days, it felt as if she was hanging on to her sanity by a thin thread. Other days, it felt as if she had already gone insane.

She stopped when she was in front of him, hope gleaming within her as she raised her hand, her palm cupping his cheek. She let out a shaky breath as she felt his skin against hers, her eyes closing as she savoured the touch. Even being able to touch another person felt like a luxury now.

Then, she opened her eyes again, seeing that similar nothingness in his eyes. It always scared her, the way she felt everything for someone who seemed to feel nothing for her. Only staying around long enough to play with her and torment her, even as she grew more and more attached. Having no one but him.

"I've spent almost a year alone, all because you left me in this terrible house. Left me all alone here," her voice broke as she told herself she wouldn't take him back this time, wouldn't let him play with her and her feelings again, "being alone is better than being with you."

The words were filled with a quiet determination, and she pulled away from him. Instantly, she missed his touch, but didn't allow herself to seek it again.

Not this time.

@sarcasticsnackpack

#sarcasticsnackpack #for void #of course

[the-last-doppelganger]

"Knock, knock"

Send me "Knock, knock" and my muse will answer the door wearing nothing but a towel

She hadn't been expecting anyone to come back when she'd hopped into the shower, but the moment she heard the door bell ring, she knew who it was. Even in New York, even without her humanity, she could still predict all of Stefan's patterns. She didn't bother putting on her clothes, wrapping a large, white fluffy towel around herself before she opened the door.

Stefan looked great, as always, and she leaned against the doorframe, uncaring of the effect seeing her like this would obviously have on him.

"Hey," her voice was soft, almost caring, even though her emotions were still buried beneath the surface, "I didn't expect you back so soon, and I needed to wash the blood off my skin. You should come in," with that, she turned around and walked back inside the hotel room, knowing that Stefan would follow her.

@brokenbrxther

#brokenbrxther #she's still tormenting and teasing stef #it's her favourite thing to do when she doesn't have her humanity

[the-last-doppelganger]

Who do you ship with my muse?

Bonus: Include why you like the ship!

#memes you can talk to me #ask meme #role play meme #rp meme #writing meme #I’d love to know!

[the-last-doppelganger]

Send me "Knock, knock" and my muse will answer the door wearing nothing but a towel

#memes you can talk to me #can be usfw if you want it to be #elena’s in a mood #come to her door