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Small update on my life; new job has started and I'm feeling a little overwhelmed with it. I then also hurt my leg and was off week for a work in the middle, in a lot of pain. so I'm now trying to catch up (even more stressful lol and also feeling overwhelmed because i can't walk properly). I am also in a rpg, but my muse is very low overall. so just taking it one day at a time. but i do hope to have a chance to come on here soon and actually do some replies. but that will not be today.

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klayley au  ↳ a family of four

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thinking of revamping and moving a few of my main characters back/to their own blogs. getting to really focus on different verses with them or just having them not overwhelm my mumus. thinking about moving;

andrea mikaelson

katherine pierce

maybe someone else. i'm not sure yet.

or i am thinking of making graphics for starter calls for everyone; and just making random starters for everyone.

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Character: Andrea Mikaelson (Hope’s daughter) Location: Compound

For: @sonofmikael (Elijah Mikaelson)

Time travel was not the fainthearted. Andrea had not planned for it to go this way, but she guessed that’s what happened when she pissed off a god, you got sent flying back in time. Though maybe pissed off was the wrong word, after all she had agreed to do the god a favor before she made her way back. However the past was far more complicated than she had planned and without money from this century, she was out of luck and so she had headed towards home.

It hadn't taken her long to find her way through the New Orleans streets, they all looked almost completely the same as they did years from now, but yet there was something different about them as she headed into the Compound. She gave it a quick once over before her eyes fell on someone. "Hello."

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"Well that would explain it," she said. Her mother always had a thing for little witches that needed saying. Though maybe Rebekah also had a soft spot that someone that needed to be protect as well. Rebekah turned around at the thought of Matt. "It was," she said, reaching to touch the jacket he had placed on her shoulders. "He needed to leave," she said, not that she could expect much else. This was all very... supernatural friendly and Matt was so... beautifully human. He didn't need this. Though as the other commented she nodded. "No, he is not."

REBEKAH'S QUESTION MAKES JESSIE'S SMILE FADE EVER SO SLIGHTLY. Only noticeable if you stare too hard. The real answer was a patch of woods out towards Portland, Oregon, where a coven of witches rest and used her for a failed sacrifice. The answer Jessie gives Rebekah is much simpler, not plagued with the bitterness she wants to unfold. "He found me strollin' about in the mountains out west." Jessie says, lifting a hand to push ember tresses behind her ear, the gold earring dangling and tapping against her finger at the motion.

"Witchy business, ain't interestin' to most." Jessie adds, crossing her arm over her chest and resting the other against her upper bicep. "Wheres your date? I thought I saw him outside." The woman's head cranes to the side. "He not much of a dancer?"

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"Sorry to disappoint," Rebekah said, looking down at the doppelganger. Maybe her leased favourite she couldn't be sure. It was getting so very hard to choose. "No, that's a lie. I love to disappoint you. It's alot of fun."

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The air in Mystic Falls always smelled a little sweeter in spring—like fresh starts and buried secrets waiting to be uncovered. Elena stood just outside The Mystic Ledger, coffee in hand, when something in the breeze made her pause... like she wasn’t the only one watching the town wake up. “Funny,” she murmured to herself, “I thought I was done with surprises.” She turned slowly, sensing a presence behind her—old and familiar, maybe, or just unexpected enough to stir the part of her that never fully stopped being on guard.

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"I guess," Andrea said looking at the wildflowers with a smile. She always did love this time of year. Even if she was very far in the past. "I have always been a fan of making my own blooms though," she said, holding her hand out as she spoke, causing the not set plants under her fingers to sprout to life before she looked up at the other. "I think so," she said with a nod. "I was just visiting. Hoping to see someone before I head back."

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Spring had finally settled over Mystic Falls. The air was warmer, sweet with the scent of blooming dogwoods and fresh grass, and the breeze carried just enough sun to chase away the last traces of the cold. Elena walked slowly along the edge of the town square, fingers grazing the tops of wildflowers that had crept through the fence line. There was something comforting about the way everything came back to life, as she never could. "Funny how the world keeps blooming like nothing ever happened." She glanced sideways, offering a small smile to the stranger nearby. "Are just passing through?"

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Alex shook her head as she looked at her mother. "No," she said. "I'm not." Which she could understand was alot harder for Hayley to understand than for her. She at least had had time to deal with it. "My name is Alex- Well, it was Faith. Faith Alexandra Mikaelson. But I changed it to Alex when Auntie Bekah was raising me. It was just easier. Plus I didn't feel alot like Faith. My parents were die and my sister has been kidnapped.." Faith shook her head at the thought. That didn't matter now. "I'm from another world... where Hope and I are twins. She called... I came. How could I not? She is my sister."

It took Hayley a moment to realize the girl in front of her was referring to Hope as if she were a different person. The hybrid’s brows drew together, and she took the girl in, eyes darting over the her body, taking in every little detail. She swallowed hard and straightened up, not worried about her lack of clothing for the moment. “I don’t understand…you’re not Hope.” It was a statement and not a question. She could smell the slight difference in scent, take in the mannerisms she wasn’t quite used to. “Who are you? Why am I here? How do you look just like my daughter?”

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"Oh, honey. If I was going to hurt you, you would already to dead. Lets not start of on a negative note. It's way too boring for me."

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The door to La Luz Sanctum swung open, and Lilah barely glanced up from the herbs she was grinding, sensing the shift before their footsteps even touched the floor, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she met their gaze with quiet defiance, her posture relaxed but unyielding. "You’re not here for healing," Lilah said coolly, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. "Whatever you're after... I promise it won’t be as easy to take as you think."

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"And what kind of trouble would that be?" Katherine asked playfully though she was almost certain that she knew exactly what kind of trouble he was talking about. The trouble that tended to start and end with her.

Chris sat in the corner of the bar, shadows clinging to him like old habits. He sat in the far corner, back to the wall, fingers nursing a chipped glass he hadn’t actually taken a sip from. When the door creaked open, his eyes lifted just enough.

"If you're just here for a drink, pick another table," he said without venom, voice low and dry. "But if you're here for the same kind of trouble I am… you might wanna sit." He didn’t smile — not really — but there was something in the way he said it. A flicker of someone who hadn’t given up completely.

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Katherine rolled her eyes slightly at his words, as she took the seat next to him. "If I wanted Stefan, I know exactly where to find him," she said, looking over her shoulder slightly to look at Damon in the eye. If only for a moment before she turned back to the bar and held up her hand for a drink. "Though if you wanted to make it paradise, you could go find him," she said the words out of habit now. Just to get a dig under his skin after a moment of honest. She could understand why at the end of the day he didn't trust her.

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Damon leaned back in the seat when he saw Katherine sit by him. “And just when I thought I was going to have a drink in peace, silly me,” he remarked, his voice dripping with mock exasperation. He raised his glass slightly, taking a slow sip before continuing. "What brings you to this little corner of paradise? Surely you're looking for Stefan and not me, right? Can't help you there. Haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon."

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Romeo chuckled. "If I cared, I would let her know," he just said lightly. After all, what did it matter to him if the cake was from France or the local bakery? Or if they had rose or pink roses? When it was all over and said and done, he had Lizzie and that was all that mattered.

Romeo looked at his little sister. "It's hardly a fool that falls in love," he told her. Though maybe on a bad day their mother would disagree. "You will met the right person and your thought will change." So had his. Before Lizzie had never really considered forever.

"France? It is quite posh and elegant to go there, yes. Are you sure you want your wedding to turn out like a Royal Wedding?" She laughed. "I know you want to make her happy but you have a say in this."

Ana smiled "I'm good. Living my best single life. Although I did get love confessions of some young fools." She rolled her eyes. Those guys really thought, she was there for a long run.

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Andrea sat slightly up as the figured moved across from her. She looked at him with big curious eyes. She had always wanted to met them, the heroes of her mother's life. She smiled when he asked her name, sitting up and propping herself at the edge of the bed. "Andrea," she said with playful smile knowing he would know the name. Before she looked over him.

"You look hungry," she said, looking first to the door, thinking about the fact she should have brought blood bags into the room with her before she settled down to start playing on her phone. But it was too late now. "I can fed you," she offered cautiously. "If you think you can handle it. Or if you don't think you can make it downstairs. Great Auntie Bekah said she would leave some out for you guys when you woke. I can go get them?"

She then smiled more softly. "How do you feel?" She asked, not sure she was expecting an answer but to fill in any blanks he had. "Alive?"

It was as if Elijah was emerging from a darkness he hadn't noticed. There was nothing before everything was there. Smells, pain, the desire for blood, light, shadows. Everything rushed at him as if he were a drowned man breaking through the surface again and sucking in air. He could breathe again. A gasp escaped his lips and he opened his eyes as if of his own accord. He stared at the ceiling, taking in the particles of dust in the air. There was so much pressing down on him. But he was certain that he was in the world of the living. He sensed a presence that reminded him of Hope. He turned his head, but saw someone completely alien. The vampire sat up slowly, feeling so weak. Elijah didn't even know if he could stand up. It was as if his muscles were groaning and making sounds, even though nothing could be heard.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His hearing picked up everything else that was going on around him. Niklaus.... Elijah looked curiously into the face of the stranger. “Who... are you?” His voice came croaking over his lips, seeming strange and false. He cleared his throat, but that didn't satisfy the craving for blood one bit. He looked down at himself; there was a distinct lack of color.

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"That is hardly something to be stress about," Katherine said, looking down at the body. "Given your situation."

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The metallic tang of blood was still in the back of her throat. A reminder of what she had just done. She stared blankly ahead, knowing damn well that she needed to move. Do something. She was covered in proof that she was a monster. She needed to clean away the blood. Forget somehow.

The sound of approaching footsteps had her head jerking up. "I don't want to hear that it is okay," she told them fiercely. "This is not okay. I am a monster."

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LIKE THIS IF YOU DON’T CARE IF PEOPLE REPLY TO SUPER OLD OPEN STARTERS!

I always feel awkward if I go to months ago on an open starters tag and want to reply. But I don’t think people actually care?? I’m just weird?

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I have written up at least a dozen open starters for anyone that wants to just start rping. You can find them here! If there is a muse you would like me to make an open starter for, feel free to comment and I will throw one out there when I get home.