#apx:event10

[graysiphon]

             everything is unfamiliar.  he’s definitely not in kansas any more.  but gray doesn’t understand how or why he can’t step foot over the city limits. he’s on alert, anxiety riding high, as he approaches the very first person he sees, potentially looking mildly ...  crazed.    “ hey -- hey ! ”  a glance is thrown towards what seems to be some kind of... invisible barrier, before finding the stranger once more.  “ you----     you got any idea what the hell’s going on here? ”

[twinderellla]

      liv’s trying particularly hard not to look entirely insane as she approaches the nearby stranger for help. with her hoodie zipped all the way up to her chin, and her hands running through unwashed blonde curls as though she can make herself look any less FERAL in the next ten seconds.   truthfully, she hadn’t planned on needing to speak to anyone, but given that she had managed to find her way to san francisco rather than tampa, she is a little out of her depth.   and potentially questioning her own sanity.    “ hey.  uh... ”  she clears her throat, throwing a glance towards their surroundings, just in case she needs a quick escape.   “ sorry, do you know where the nearest motel is? ”

[ofisolaticn]

     in his time alive there were still many things henrik didn’t explain and couldn’t understand. like, how he had a psychotic break until he was ten ( break wasn’t the right word, he knew, but he didn’t enough to know the proper one ).  but he knew better then for witches and vikings and such to be something true to have happened. it was all a work of fiction his mind constructed, and now he was in reality. dirty, gritty and hopeless reality. reality, where apparently, you go to sleep in the cold big apple and awaken in something called sand fran cisco. who was cisco? he frowned at a passerby. he was draped in dirt, so maybe they would run from him but on the off chance they wouldn’t--- “you wouldn’t, by any chance, know how we got here?”

[ofsilvrwings]

     “you gonna finish that?” because free coffee was the BEST type of coffee because it was FREE. and sure he was in a place he didn’t recognize by magical means but at least there was possibly free coffee ( and he needed to focus on the GOOD ). 

[ofindcmitability]

         xion knows a hundred ways to kill a person organized into ten distinct degrees of painful, but only the most basic first aid. and if that doesn’t say it all. it’d been a long time since his father and grandfather kept him in a cage. it’d been a long time since he felt anything. ( his last feelings had been longing for freedom, and then FEAR once he realized what was about to come about ). so, when there was downtime between assignments? he drank. didn’t do much of anything, but it served to pass time. 

[wrckhvck]

        one  minute  he’s  dropping  the  kids  off  at  school,  arguing  with  the  room  mother  about  the  gmo-laden  cookies  he’s  supposedly  brought  in  for  the  bake  sale,  and  in  the  next  he’s  standing  in  the  middle  of  a  health  food  store.   the  irony  isn’t  lost  on  him.   he’s  mentally  cursing  salvatore  school  witches  under  his  breath  as  he  buys  a  few  granola  bars  (  stefanie’s  favorites;  raspberry  crunch  )  and  heads  outside.  he  figures  he’s  maybe  a  few  streets  from  home,  the  ripple  effect  of  some  transportation  spell  gone  wrong  (  it  isn’t  the  first  time,  probably  won’t  be  the  last  either  )  and  while  he  doesn’t  love  the  idea  of  walking,  elena  will  be  back  from  the  hospital  any  minute  and  can  always  give  him  a  lift  back  to  school  to  get  his  car.     so  yes,  he  has  problems,  but  he  also  has  solutions.     yet  as  he  walks  outside  and  looks  around,  he  realizes  two  things  in  quick  succession:    1,  he’s  definitely  not  a  walking  distance  from  home,  and  2,   this  doesn’t  look  like  mystic  falls.      “  well  fuck. ”      he  brings  a  hand  up  to  run  through  his  hair,  brows  furrowed  as  he  calls  out  to  the  closest  person.   “  —  hey,  i’ll  trade  you  a  granola  bar  for  your  phone.   to  make  a  call,  not  to  keep;   don’t  give  me  that  look. ”    he  knows  it’s  insane,  thank  you  very  much.      he’s  self  aware.   

[peachybottcm]

   He could F E E L it, it was like some voice in the back of his mind screaming at him pulling the very fact into the forefront of his mind. The last time he’d felt even REMOTELY close to this was the last time he’d been near Malivore but even then...he was more A F R A I D than he felt his creator was wrong. He merely didn’t need to stick around to see the consequence of what his father needed.  NO...-instead this was like a Vampire entering a home they weren’t invited into, he could feel every molecule of this place wanting to throw him out (but MAYBE this was a HIM problem). “Don’t fret dear, I don’t bite.”

[scbastian]

learning to adjust to this new ERA was a challenge. ( fortunately for him, he liked challenges. ) he had already perfected his STARBUCKS ORDER. he now had a phone ( stolen by one of the men he fed on ) and started to learn how to use the contraption. there were still a lot of things he needed to learn, like... how to stop random notifications popping on the screen. HE DIDN’T WANT THOSE-- but that would be the least of his problems when suddenly he felt his back hit a surface, and as he focused on the person before him, he did a double-take: why was he looking at HIMSELF? “well, hello there.” his hands found the other’s collar and gave a push to give some distance. “i know for a fact you are NOT me.” @vurasisms​

[pcthstrayed]

Name:  ARLO  PARK

FC:   HENRY  GOLDING

Age:   29

CHOICES  CHANGED  IN  THE  UNIVERSE:

 when  arlo  was  17  years  old,  there  were  whispers  that  his  father  was  involved  in  black  magic  —  had  been,  for  years.    he  knew,  had  known  for  years,  and  had  been  covering  for  him.   in  this  universe,  instead  of  letting  the  coven  leaders  find  the  truth  for  himself,  he  told  his  father  they  were  onto  him.   this  led  to  a  coup;   his  father  murdered  the  leaders  and  took  his  place  as  the  head  of  their  coven,  grooming  his  son  to  one  day  stand  beside  him.

HOW  DID  THE  CHOICE  IMPACT  YOUR  MUSE’S  LIFE?

 he  grew  up  under  his  father’s  thumb,  trained  in  black  magic  and  expression.   his  mother  never  left  his  father,  felt  as  if  she  had  no  choice  but  to  stand  by  him  in  order  to  try  and  protect  her  son.   (  she  failed.  )      as  he  was  in  a  position  of  power,  she  knew  she  could  never  get  arlo  away  from  him.   in  time,  it  was  too  late;   she  could  see  that  he  wasn’t  the  same  boy  anymore,  that  his  soul  was  too  stained  now.    (  she  lost  hope  in  his  redemption.  )

WHAT’S  YOUR  AU!MUSE  UP  TO  NOW:

     with  his  30th  birthday  just  around  the  corner,  arlo  is  poised  to  take  his  spot  as  the  head  of  the  coven.    he’s  power  hungry,  almost  obsessive  with  his  attention,  and  is  every  bit  the  prodigal  son  his  father  always  wanted.    he  knows  now  that  they’re  not  blood  related,  his  mom  spilled  that  as  soon  as  she  realized  he  was  slipping  away,  but  it  hardly  mattered.   (  it  was  too  late.  )

[ofsorrxws]

                 // NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP //

tres followed, took note of every habit and mannerism. the way she talked, the tone of her voice, the way her eyes squinted when she smiled or how that smile varied depending on the emotion she conveyed. there was the OTHER thing. she always kept a safe distance, one where the pristine girl wouldn’t see her and yet she felt it-- that sensation of wanting to crawl out of her own skin. to pull it away from the burning feeling underneath, and she knew the other felt it too. the way she swayed whenever she was around, how she held her head or had to sit down to take a break. 

THEY WERE TOXIC FOR EACH OTHER.  

if she hadn’t made up her mind earlier, she would’ve done so now. only one could live. she had to destroy her. 

--

tea always made things better. ( or at least it was the cover-up for what she wanted to believe. ) a cup clasped between her hands as she stood on the rooftop of the apartment building. nothing more than the feeling of warmth in her hands, the cool air blowing her hair, and the soft cooing of the pigeons. 

so many things had happened lately. from the moment she set foot in this town. some of them UNSPEAKABLE some others, life-changing. she had lost pieces of herself for that one thing she sought out-- she didn’t regret it. she made a choice, and she lived with it. 

thought there was the next step. to tell them. 

her pondering was interrupted by a new wave of dizziness. this time stronger than any other she had felt in the past days, and once she steadied herself. a sudden surge of nausea filled her, making her rush back to her apartment just in time to empty the contents of her stomach in the kitchen sink. 

and... BLOOD.

when it was over, and gasping for air. she opened the faucet to rinse out her mouth. she’s been feeling sick. nicole can’t help but wonder if this is some nasty cold or if its the effect of selling her soul to a demon. ( it wasn’t like he gave her a step-by-step except for the YOU HAVE 10 YEARS quota. ) 

“oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t know being this close would cause THAT kind of disgusting effects on you.” 

it wasn’t the fact the voice sounded familiar, it was more on the fact that she wasn’t alone. quickly turning around, hands clenched back on the counter as another wave of dizziness hit. there was a gasp erupting from her lips. “how-- who--” 

the person who looked exactly like her rolled her eyes. “let’s save us the clueless act. i am you. and you...” a once over, her look was condescending. it made her skin crawl. “are some failed version of me.” 

-- 

“what do you want?” 

a repetitive question. one tres rarely bothered to answer-- it wasn’t like she spoke too much when it came to murder. not the kind to go on tangents and monologues, or play. it was a waste of time. but this was a special day, wasn’t it? 

 “for once, i’m so glad you asked.” she smiled. “i’ll tell you a story.” 

the nicole that still somehow held hope and illusions in her eyes, listened. there was fear in her posture. confusion. tres wasn’t careful with her words with her, she wasn’t meant to cater to her feelings. truth be told? she ENJOYED destroying every bit of what was left of her with her words. and was there still a lot. 

tres told her just how different their lives were. how she was raised by a powerful man and not the LIARS that had been nicole’s parents. how nuns had never been in the picture. ( she didn’t hide the mockery in her voice and face when she mentioned that part-- it sounded like a joke. IT WAS A JOKE. ) how she actually grew with her siblings, who were nothing like their current counterparts. how she killed one of them with her own hands. “she was weak-- like you.” 

-- 

nicole felt sick. sicker than before, and the days prior. she had noted this... version of herself wasn’t making her feel like this on purpose. ( she saw her wipe blood off her nose earlier. she felt sick too. ) there was a part of her that wanted to UNDERSTAND. 

and she did-- this other person. TRES had only known darkness. 

it was hard to swallow, the fear was suffocating her. she closed her eyes. she needed to get out. 

ORB. PLEASE, ORB. 

tears streamed down her face, she couldn’t. so when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was RUN. 

-- 

she rarely enjoyed the chase, it was pointless. especially when she could simply orb and cut it short. before nicole could reach the staircase, she orbed near it making her trip and fall face down. 

“you’re making this worse to yourself, nicole.” tres clicked her tongue in disapproval. bending down to grab one of her legs and pull her back to the apartment. “you forget i have your age in training.” she spoke as if she was having a conversation, as if nicole wasn’t screaming her lungs out trying to get someone’s attention. 

“THERE ARE NO HEROES.” 

“you asked me what i wanted-- “ she continued once she threw her back in the apartment, shutting the door behind them. “i want your life.” a smile as if she was bein friendly, and for a moment it looked GENUINE. “i want to do something BETTER with it. this reality? IT’S A SHAME. xion with a WHITELIGHTER? you a NUN. claudia alive, and evan..” a scoff. “whatever he does here.” 

tres could’ve made it easier, it was EMBARRASSING to see this version of herself a quivering and sobbing mess on the floor. tres believed it was for the better. she refused to see her father be a FAILURE in this reality. not if she could change. not if she could HELP HIM. 

slowly crawling over her, she grinned. her fingers with a gentleness she could only fake as she brushed back some hair sticking to her face. “don’t take it personal, but i can’t accomplish that with you in the picture.” a kiss to the forehead. “GOODNIGHT, NICOLE.” 

--

“...i pray the Lord, my soul to take.” 

[scgecdvices]

          the  paranoia  seeps  into  her  bones,  leaves  her  thrumming  as  she  digs  into  her  purse.   the  footsteps  behind  her  seem  thunderous,  echoing  on  beat  with  her  heart-rate  as  she  wraps  her  hand  around  the  taser  she  carries  for  protection.   “  stay  back. ”    she  turns,  taser  extended  before  her  as  wide  eyes  reflect  the  madness  swirling  within  her.   “  i  won’t  hesitate. ”

[ofvindictc]

             there’s  a  six  pack  in  one  hand  and  a  bag  filled  with  discounted  christmas  candy  in  the  other;  everything  he  needs  for  a  quiet,  isolation  drenched,  evening  alone.   2030′s  been  a  year,  and  he’s  uncertain  as  to  whether  or  not  2031  is  shaping  up  to  be  any  better.   (  he  has  plans,  a  purpose,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  he’s  happy.  )     he  sighs,  hits  the  button  to  ‘  walk  ’   at  the  crosswalk,  and  freezes.     across  the  street,  illuminated  by  the  flickering  streetlight  above,  is  the  one  face  he  can  never  get  out  of  his  mind.   he  sees  her  in  his  dreams,  sees  her  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  when  he’s  feeling  particularly  despondent.   the  one  constant  is  that  he’ll  always  see  her,  blink,  and  then  suddenly  she’s  gone.    (  she  was  never  there.   she’s  gone.  )     he  looks,  he  revels,  and  then  his  eyes  flutter  closed.     he  knows  when  he  opens  them  again,  she’ll  be  gone;   he  prepares  for  the  inevitable.   yet  when  his  eyes  open,  when  they  look  back  across  the  crowded  intersection,  she’s  still  there.   

          he  doesn’t  think,  doesn’t  wait  for  the  signal  to  walk  before  crossing  the  street.   somewhere  there’s  a  horn  honking,  someone  yelling  from  out  their  car  window,  but  he’s willfully  deaf  to  it.    if  this  is  just  a  dream,  or  if  this  is  a  hallucination  or  a  trick,  he  knows  it’ll  crush  him  but  it  doesn’t  stop  him.   (  nothing  could.  )      he  finally  makes  it,  a  hand  wrapping  around  the  lamp  post  to  steady  himself.    there’s  so  much  to  say,  so  many  things  he’s  imagined  he’d  say  if  he  ever  saw  her  again,  yet  now  that  he’s  faced  with  her  —  it’s   like  he’s    F O R G O T T E N   them  all.        “   amelia  ?  ”    @tenebrcusx​

[deathlyharlows]

name: harlow valentine davenport.  fc: various. currently: krysten ritter. age: unknown. ( physically, early 30′s )

choice changed in the universe:

harlow’s story goes almost the same way. except she had never pretended she didn’t work for jack. it was almost obvious that she preferred the company of one the siblings. what had started as simple ‘comraderie’, evolved into actual friendship and more. something that only belonged to the both of them despite never having a name for it. the next choice wasn’t exactly her own, but shifted her whole world around-- the details were blurry, but the result was yet the same: claudia was dead. 

how the choice changed your muse’s life:

“emotions are a weakness.” she heard that constantly. though rarely had paid a second thought. for her, emotions were something that was there. like air, she didn’t pay a lot of attention to them-- but when claudia died, she felt something indescribable. something she wanted to get out of herself. it was almost a surprise she continued to be functional as a whole, considering she would find a way to damage her vessels beyond repair. the eyes that saw claudia for the last time, weren’t the same the next week, and those wouldn’t be the same a month around. the only fuel: revenge.  after harlow figured out jack had been behind it, she did the most ‘logical’ thing at the moment and went against him-- no one won that night. harlow lost yet another vessel, but still she wasn’t dead. 

what’s your au!muse up to nowadays:

harlow davenport is the only inkling of who she used to be ( and the occasional murder spree when she’s not trying to get herself murdered. ) any sense of humor replaced by bitterness and the desire for revenge getting worn out as the days go by. harlow can only wonder-- whose dead will come next?  

[apxgossip]

It's good to have you back King Z! Tell us, what's your fave little bit of drama going on right now?

UGH, boo, you know  j u s t  how to make my heart flutter.  You can stay ;)  As for my favourite piece of drama… Hmm, it’s a toughie. Aside from the Salvatore/Elena sandwich making a triumphant return after… How long has it been? Fifteen? Twenty years? Good tea never gets old.

But, as we all know, tea is best served PIPING HOT. And that means, only the freshest of events are getting a shout out tonight; this chaos is causing lots and lots of delicious gossip for us to sample.  From Vuras yeeting Alt-Aster across the whole street, to poor Henrik being entirely rejected by Alt-Grayson, to Alt-Damon and Alt-Stefan having a truly beautiful interaction outside of Whole Foods… We really are being TREATED, loves!

However, if you really want me to pick a FAVOURITE… my very juiciest scandal right now is… Alt-Aster swooping in to score a free coffee, and Alt-Ryan putting his foot down, drawing a line in the sand, and declaring, once and for all, that that muffin is his.

@vurasisms @ofsilverwings @ofisolaticn @graysiphon @wrckhvck @cfxadeptheart @boundedbydcrkness

[ofadan]

DOSSIER:

NAME:  adan  felippe  garza FACECLAIM:  alvaro  rico AGE:  twenty-one

WHAT’S  THE  CHOICE  CHANGED  IN  THE  UNIVERSE?

adan’s  parents  grew  up  to  be  somewhat  decent  human  beings  and  grew  to  love  and  care  for  their  son  instead  of  abusing  him. 

HOW  DID  IT  AFFECT  HIM?

he  didn’t  have  to  deal  with  any  of  the  trauma  he  had  canonically,  meaning  that  he  got  to  experience  having  a  loving  family,  a  normal  &  human  life.  he  also  survived  the  attack  that  should  have  been  fatal  and  avoided  becoming  a  vampire.  

WHAT  IS  HE  UP  TO  NOW?

he  is  now  a  third  year  chemistry  and  chemical  biology  student  at  harvard  and  a  member  of  the  university’s  swimming  team.  he  started  swimming  during  his  early  years  and  is  now  practicing  to  break  the  records  at  the  upcoming  ivy  league  championships.  he  also  models  for  swimwear  and  sportswear  occasionally.

[wrckhvck]

Name:  DAMON  SALVATORE

FC:   BEN  BARNES

Age:   37  /  191

CHOICES  CHANGED  IN  THE  UNIVERSE:

  the  briefest  of  changes;    like  a  butterfly  flapping  its  wings,  one  decision  can  change  everything.   instead  of  elena  going  out  for  champagne  and  ending  up  on  that  bridge,  damon  insists  they  don’t  need  it.   they  drink  bourbon  instead  and  he  takes  the  cure  that  very  night.   they  rebuild  her  house,  get  married,  and  stay  in  mystic  falls.  (  everyone  lives,  no  one  dies.  )

HOW  DID  THE  CHOICE  IMPACT  YOUR  MUSE’S  LIFE?

   damon  took  the  cure  in  2018,  on  the  night  he  and  elena  got  engaged.   while  things  were  great  at  first,  his  alcoholism  continued  to  spiral.  it  nearly  tore  them  apart  and  their  wedding  was  put  on  hold  for  almost  a  year.   in  the  interim,  stefanie  salvatore  was  born.   while  her  presence  was  the  wake  up  call  he  needed  to  set  himself  on  the  right  track,  it  was  made  more  difficult  without  the  influences  of  his  best  friends  and  brother.  (  who,  in  this  world,  never  returned.  )    

WHAT’S  YOUR  AU!MUSE  UP  TO  NOW:

     12  years  later,  damon  is  happily  married  to  elena.   he  owns  the  mystic  grill,  now  under  a  new  name,  and  he  has  three  children.   stefanie,  who  is  11,  and  two  younger  boys.   he  has  been  sober  for  10  years  and  likes  to  think  he’s  left  some  of  his  pettiness,  paranoia,  and  regret  in  the  past  where  it  belongs.  (  apx!damon,  please  take  note.  )