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|| I'm sorry for the inactivity, things with my move and new job have been hectic and not going to plan and I'm sick on top of it. Please bare with me on my blogs and I will do my best to get to replies in the next few days.
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PROMPTS FOR PLAYFUL AFFECTION
* adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts
DIALOGUE PROMPTS
wait. are you ticklish?
get back here! i'm not finished with you yet!
you've got something on your face... right here!
ohh, you are so dead!
last one there's a rotten egg!
looks like i've got the upper hand now!
stop! i surrender! i surrender!
i'm not letting you beat me this time!
that was really cute. do it again.
can i paint your nails?
did you just smear that on my face?
who hit me with a snowball?
i love it when you play with my hair.
okay, now let's take a silly picture this time.
i've never heard your laugh before. i love it.
i'm going to do everything in my power to make you laugh.
we said that at the same time.
i've never had a real pillowfight before!
tag! you're it!
i like it when you play with my fingers.
ready or not, here i come!
get back here you!
wanna arm wrestle?
was that your foot?
stop running! just let me love you!
that's not fair! you cheated!
can i braid your hair?
did you just put a flower in my hair?
will you share that with me?
look! i painted a picture of you!
if you sit on the swings, i'll push you.
on three, we jump into that pile of leaves. ready?
did you just make that noise? that was adorable.
i love how your eyes crinkle when you smile.
can i play with your hair?
you have the most wonderful smile.
let's go down the slide together.
you beat me! how did you beat me?
we don't need music to dance!
this made me think of you when i saw it.
ACTION PROMPTS
[ sneak ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and puts their hands over their eyes to surprise them
[ tickle ] sender tickles receiver
[ chase ] sender playfully chases receiver until they're both tired
[ dance ] sender and receiver perform a silly dance together
[ snowball ] sender and receiver have an epic snowball fight
[ whipped ] sender smears a bit of whipped cream on receiver's face
[ cake ] sender smushes a piece of cake into receiver's face
[ pie ] sender smushes a pie into receiver's face
[ playground ] sender and receiver climb around on a playground together
[ swings ] sender and receiver sit on a swingset together
[ push ] sender pushes receiver on a swingset
[ smile ] sender uses their fingers to turn receiver's frown into a smile
[ win ] sender and receiver play a board game together, and sender secretly lets receiver win
[ pat ] sender playfully pats receiver's butt
[ hoist ] sender hoists receiver onto their shoulders and carries them around
[ footsie ] sender and receiver play a game of footsie under the table
[ mime ] across a crowded room, sender mimes a comical scene at receiver to try and make them laugh
[ pretend ] sender pretends to dramatically fall asleep ontop of receiver, holding in their laughter as they do so
[ rock ] sender and receiver hug, and sender rocks them side to side
[ handshake ] sender and receiver reenact their secret handshake
[ share ] sender and receiver share something from the menu at a restaurant
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Gabriella Wilde for ‘AnOther’ magazine autumn/winter 2014
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friendly reminder that your relevance is not equal to your presence. you are not expected to be active every single day and those who truly care about you will understand that you have a life outside of your blog. your real friends will never abandon you forever just because you are on less. those who truly matter will embrace you and appreciate you whenever they get to interact with you. don’t forget that ! ♡
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𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖊 𝖉𝖔 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘.
these are taken from the show with the same title, may have triggering mentions, please read and reblog with caution, feel free to adjust any that you deem necessary.
tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die.
this is not a joke!
they would call me the relentless because i would never relent.
being a vampire’s familiar is like being a best friend.
i would like us to get a colorful dust that sparkles.
get me some glitter.
i want to do something special for the immortal one’s arrival.
i am going to sprinkle it on my face and on my body. like twilight.
do you remember that first time we made love?
it was so passionate, i accidentally cut off your head.
all secret meetings take place in the fancy room.
you know what i’ve always wanted to try?
you’re protecting a vast empire.
we’ve been very careful not to stand out.
am i a morning person? that would be an enthusiastic yes.
we all know that sounds cool.
from panera bread you came, and to panera bread you shall return.
what is “arise” again? control-alt-seven?
my friends have noticed mood swings, unusual cravings -
it’s become pretty clear to me that i’m becoming a vampire.
i have this urge to turn my roommate to shreds…
the smell of beef and sulphur is overwhelming.
i could smell it on him, it comes from the groin.
i could sense he was getting more and more sad recently.
vampires have huge respect for owls.
they don’t give a “hoot” where they dump their scat.
vampires love virgins. it’s their favorite food.
fuck that guy for making me think i need to act more aloof!
vampire roommates… they’re forever.
what kind of goat sorcery is this?
i’m not really sure what my deal is.
i’m not going to do this if he’s pissing on the wall.
are you leaving with us?
we were so poor we used to used donkey dong for fuel.
i can’t stand up, if you know what i mean.
what the fuck would anyone want with canada?
i would like us to get a colorful dust that sparkles.
we should feast on virgin blood.
you might bite someone, and then you think ‘ooh, those are some nice pants!’.
vampires don’t like nuns.
when you become a vampire, you become very…sexy.
this is what happens when you’re a vampire. you have to watch everyone die.
we’re vampires. we don’t put down towels.
at first i wanted to kill him, but now i’m glad i spent time to get to know him.
ooh! bat fight!
just leave me to do my dark bidding on the internet!
at the start i was like 'oh no, like i'm– i’m dead’.
it’s kinda affected my friendship with normal people and my family and stuff.
the movie ’twilight’. have you seen it?
what, i can’t sunbathe? i can’t watch daytime TV?
i’m over being a vampire. it’s shit, so don't…don’t believe the hype.
you have not done the dishes for five years!
it’s unacceptable to have so many bloody dishes all over this bench like there.
i’m so embarrassed when people come over here.
you bring them over, you kill them!
i think we drink virgin blood because it sounds cool.
the neighbors can see you flying around the house.
do you want to draw attention to this house, hmm?
you’ve got a whole documentary group following you around.
we’re werewolves, not swear-wolves.
shut up! you’re not twilight!
you can’t go to the ball as blade. he’s a vampire hunter.
you will not eat the camera guy!
you ruined it. i was in the zone.
what are you doing tonight? are you going to kill some perverts?
wait, let’s kill them.
i go for a look which i call dead but delicious.
get away from the sunlight!
why don’t you go smell your own crotches, huh?
more police will come. possibly even christains, which is totally the last thing we need.
we drank the blood of some people but the people were on drugs.
we drank – – we’ve done some drug blood.
you are supposed to support me when i want to kill someone!
someday they will all be dead.
how many more women have you slept with that just have long, dark hair?
this is horse piss. we are vampires.
you are a lying piece of old cabbage!
i mean, how old are you, nine – ninety?
do you have long left, do you think?
but a ghost? that’s where we draw the line.
maybe i should just bring a broom down here for you.
you have a very, very special power.
dracula’s in the house!
i’m sorry, vampires are real but ghosts are not?
i just want to make sure we’re on the same page.
witches are near.
the witches have been toying with our rugs again.
please get some witch-proof carpet tape and tape that rug down!
i am a little disappointed i didn’t get to be a american citizen.
i was really looking forward to buying a gun.
oh, you don’t need to be a citizen to get a gun. they’ll give those to anyone.
get up and stand on this ceiling like a man.
it’s quite amazing to see how far technology can go forward if you’re not paying attention.
i have been very unhappy since you left.
i just want to know what i can do to bring you back home.
it’s very difficult for me to say, so just let me get this out.
i smell death on you.
oh, that, that’s just my body spray. it’s axe.
you heard what he said. he knows we’re vampires.
we are just talking a nice shit together.
is there something you haven’t been telling us?
don’t care what the fuck your name is.
this was probably the way he wanted to go.
you know, when you care about someone and they just walk out the door.
that’s the tenth vampire i killed this month!
i can’t tell him i’m a vampire killer because then he’d have to kill me.
can you dust more quietly please? i’m trying to sleep.
all we need to do is send that to ten friends or foes by sunrise and the curse will be lifted.
where are we going to get the email addresses, the email address shop?
i’m guessing that’ll be closed this time of night.
i was just checking my emails, i didn’t know it would be full of curses!
i swear i am going to rip that man into shreds and make a dress out of it.
i’ve been watching a lot of shark tank lately.
there’s no such thing as vampire killers, you knob lord.
yes, i suppose i am a little bit stressed.
all i need is myself. i’m my own best friend now.
it’s like their souls are dead or something.
who doesn’t want to be a vampire?
you haven’t had an original idea since 1925.
come over here and put your neck in my mouth.
you have to get up and do it ‘cause i can’t get up.
what is this feeling i am feeling?
grief. i don’t care for it.
would you mind staying with me for a few moments, just until i fall asleep?
i don’t wish to be murdered in my slumber.
that’s very frowned upon in the vampire community.
i want you to know that you are my friend.
okay, you’re getting into some of your personal issues now.
i found out that my own familiar was killing vampires.
we should finish each other off and tell no one?
why is there all this dust on the floor in the shape of a body?
were you trying to make a girlfriend out of dust?
i will kill you! i will absolutely kill you!
the issue here is that i’m an invader and i was invading.
if you’re going to eat a victim on my nice, clean couch put down some newspaper!
well, that didn’t go so great. i hit the main artery, so yeah, it’s a real mess.
don’t look, my sweet darling, it’s too dangerous.
vampires have had a pretty bad rep.
we’re not these mopey old creatures who live in castles- well some.
they’re like one big circle just biting each other’s dicks.
you know they don’t even wear shirts, they were blouses.
well, what’s your power?
i am an excellent crawler.
we will never forget that battle.
well, are you gonna be alright without me?
that is worse than a bible- that burns my eyes.
we are the bait but we’re also the trap.
i’m not a total monster.
i became a vampire at sixteen. that is why i always look sixteen.
i have received a message from a slouching beast in the night!
do you think i might have rabies now?
a church. makes me nervous to say the word.
i’m going to check my hotmail.
password? what is my password?
it’s a glitter portrait. it’s a portrait made from glitter.
look, its you! i made you a vampire.
i think he’s going to make me a vampire.
this is always really scary part for me.
so it’s 6pm in the night time… which is when i wake up.
i don’t want to know about that. stop gloating.
what are you doing with your hand? how dare you!
do you have any proof of this wild accusation?
while you were out running your errand, we were in very serious danger.
we could have been killed tonight, did you know that?
this is my office, also known as the hunting ground.
energy vampires drain people’s energy just by talking to them.
i don’t know about you, old chap, but i have raging hard on.
my darling, every time dough boy turns up, you start crying.
i decided to bite her and we’re going to be together forever.
we just thought ‘to hell with it’ you know?
well, don’t appear as a mist on the lawn then, you prick.
you can’t be fighting with werewolves on the lawn.
you’re still angry about that vampire that tried to eat you, aren’t you?
you promised you would turn me into a vampire.
it has been so long, you look the same.
it’s like they’re vampires or something.
to be honest, i don’t really care about being a vampire.
when i turn into a bat, there’s no real skill to it at all, i just shout ‘bat!’
your screaming disturbed me from my slumber.
you wouldn’t like it if a spider came to your house and dusted, would you?
save your confession until after i am dead.
why the hell would you be here for me?
there’s a fucking ghost on the front lawn!
i’ll do this just to show you how dumb you are.
i was being a vapor and i got sucked into an air purifier.
five spits for an enemy, lilith.
i haven’t slept in seventy - two hours.
now we are ready to go into town and party.
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“I have to admit that I’m very lucky… in my short career I have already played all these roles, without having attended any acting school or classes. Thing I’ll have to keep in mind if I’ll ever being offered stage roles. I still have so much to learn.”
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she's engulfed in strong arms and, for just a moment, elena allows herself to melt into the hug. delicate arms wrapping around him and squeezing tightly. perhaps elena had left the country for a considerable amount of time but she still had her friends in her life. bonnie and meredith and matt. she had johnny too. maybe not all the time like she once had. back when they'd find her sitting at her parents graves in the cemetery having trekked halfway through town and climbed hills. and she realizes she had sam too. maybe they weren't always aware of things happening in each other's lives but they helped each other. they came when they called each other. and him and his brother had always been a phone call away. friends. what would she do without them? what person would she have become without them? and god, she just needs a friend right now. someone she could trust to help her with the mess she's found herself in. oh she could face it alone if she had to. she was nothing if not a survivor. but elena didn't want to.
finally, after a long moment, she pulls back and ocean hues observe as he pulls out a chair for her. "thank you kindly." she states as she seats herself into it. she doesn't slouch or allow the weight of everything to pull her down. no she sits as confidently as she's ever been but her eyes, oh her eyes seem older now. older and sad and as if she wants to both scream and cry even if she refuses to allow herself to anymore. she'd already done enough of that to last multiple lifetimes. now, now there was only dealing with the aftermath.
"stefan's-- he'd dead, sam. there was this guy that was making these strange vampires, made himself one too. i know how it sounds. but he found some way to alter the magic or genes or whatever you want to call it that makes vampires what they are. he twisted it and was using them to kill normal vampires. which maybe wouldn't have been such an issue-- at least if they were bad ones-- but he didn't care about that. stefan, he died in my arms. i tried. i tried to heal him, to bring him back but--" she does cut off then. takes a breath, a deep one to steady herself. she won't cry. she won't. crying was going to solve nothing.
"damon helped me go after him. we finally tracked him town in europe and he paid for what he did." there's a darkness to her tone, something vengeful for as light as elena might seem she was fully capable of unleashing wrath when someone she cared about was in danger or harmed and she'd hold very little qualms about ending who or what got in her way. maybe that made her a bit of a monster herself. she didn't care.
"but the guardians refuse to see reason. they said because he wasn't a normal vampire he was an innocent human and that meant damon had helped kill a human which broke our previous deal." had she ever told him about that one before? "they were going to kill damon and would have let me die along with him except klaus is back and they need me to deal with him and there's no way he's not going to come after me or my family after before--" and thus a deal had been struck. she knows she's mentioned klaus as having been an old one but elena didn't think she ever actually told him her history with him.
Now that voice was one he knew well. How long had it been since his last encounter with Elena. They had teamed up once and during that time had formed a friendship the hunter had come to treasure. Last he had heard, she was happily married to Stefan and living the life that she deserved to.
So seeing her now and hearing this, the hunter was left both worried and bewildered. Just what could have happened that would have left Elena making an angel deal? She was smart, didn't make rash decisions like that. In the years they had spent apart, much had happened. Sam almost felt like a different person. And in a lot of ways, he was.
Dying, going to hell, coming back...All of those things had an everlasting effect on the man. He returns the hug, strong arms wrapping around her. Once she pulls back, hazel eyes are filled with concern.
"Elena...What happened? Tell me everything." With that, he pulls out a chair for her at the table of the library. A place he spent much of his time in the bunker. An escape from the world of sorts but also a place of knowledge, things he needed to know for hunts. No matter how much he read, it seemed like more and more books found their way of popping up. But it kept his mind nice and occupied.
#stanfordprepped#v; default#so i just dont have lizzie resources yet so you're getting leah fc for now#aly don't look;
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It was a fairly long walk, almost to the edge of town, but over the last three years it had become familiar to Elena. She crossed over Wickery Bridge and climbed up the hill, past the ruined church, then down into the little valley below.
This part of the cemetery was well-kept; it was the old section that was allowed to run slightly wild. Here, the grass was neatly trimmed, and bouquets of flowers made splashes of bright color. Elena sat down by the big marble headstone with "Gilbert" carved into the front.
"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad," she whispered. She leaned over to place a purple impatiens blossom she'd picked along the way in front of the marker. Then she curled her legs under her and just sat.
She'd come here often after the accident. Margaret had been only one at the time of the car crash; she didn't really remember them. But Elena did. Now she let her mind leaf back through memories, and the lump in her throat swelled, and the tears came easier. She missed them so much, still. Mother, so young and beautiful, and Father, with a smile that crinkled up his eyes.
........
But Elena remembered her parents. Sometimes, right after the funeral, she had come out here to rage at them, angry with them for being so stupid as to get themselves killed. That was when she hadn't known Aunt Judith very well, and had felt there was nowhere on earth she belonged anymore.
Where did she belong now? she wondered. The easy answer was, here, in Fell's Church, where she'd lived all her life. But lately the easy answer seemed wrong. Lately she felt there must be something else out there for her, some place she would recognize at once and call home.
A shadow fell over her, and she looked up, startled. For an instant, the two figures standing over her were alien, unfamiliar, vaguely menacing. She stared, frozen.
"Elena," said the smaller figure fussily, hands on hips, "sometimes I worry about you, I really do."
Elena blinked and then laughed shortly. It was Bonnie and Meredith. "What does a person have to do to get a little privacy around here?" she said as they sat down.
"Tell us to go away," suggested Meredith, but Elena just shrugged. Meredith and Bonnie had often come out here to find her in the months after the accident. Suddenly, she felt glad about that, and grateful to them both. If nowhere else, she belonged with the friends who cared about her. She didn't mind if they knew she had been crying, and she accepted the crumpled tissue Bonnie offered her and wiped her eyes. The three of them sat together in silence for a little while, watching the wind ruffle the stand of oak trees at the edge of the cemetery.
The Awakening (book quote)
#quotes;#i promise i'll stop quote spamming but this quote part gives me so many feels#she missed her parents so much#but at least she had her friends
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“I’m independent and strong, but sometimes…just sometimes, it’s nice to be taken care of.”
— Samantha Towle
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Turn Screencaps 3x05 “ Hypocrisy, Fraud, and Tyranny ”
#( caleb brewster )#( anna strong )#( benjamin tallmadge )#v; raise a glass to the revolution#honorhearted
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the office is like any other lawyer's office really. nothing too special like when she'd visit meredith's firm, albeit it seems to possess an air of success. there were fresh flowers in places, always a mark of a more successful firm, she considers as she strides through. she's expected. the receptionist leading her toward an office when she tells her name. elena doesn't like being summoned anywhere and it further sours her mood when the receptionists looks upon her in confusion after elena had given her her married name and the woman had realized she was in fact elena gilbert even if elena had said elena salvatore. ten years she'd been married, it seemed weird to be anything but a salvatore. still, elena remains polite, schooling her features and smiling at the woman as they walk. she even offers her a polite 'thank you' when the woman turns to leave.
elena supposes, when he presents her with coffee that she might need to cut him some slack. all things considered in the last few months, she's sure he's found out about what's happened to stefan. he'd always been resourceful like that when they'd interacted in the past. maybe he hadn't wanted to assume given that stefan had died. remaining in the ghost of a foul mood recent events had elicited from her was going to do no one any favors. she takes a steadying breath when he begins speaking, her features softening as she takes the mug and lets the sent of coffee calm her. she always had loved coffee.
ocean hues meet his as he leans on the desk, eye brow raising slightly. ah, so he knew about that. his call to her made a lot more sense now. "i'd say your news is a little outdated. he's been back awhile. i've been trying to hunt him down before-- he hunts me down." there's also the little issue of the deal she'd made with the guardians. klaus for damon. they weren't going to be patient forever and her stunt with threatening them to save stefan's brother's life hadn't done her any favors with quelling their concerns she may let her anger over what happened to stefan stop her from following through. though, why the hell wouldn't she? klaus would come for her at some point. there was no doubt in her mind about it. the guardians just didn't like that they couldn't control her like they wanted to.
"do you have any leads on his location? i take it there's mages helping him?" well that was just dandy and all kinds of twisted. why would any mage want to help such a psychopath? maybe seb calling her there could benefit them both. she'd like to keep johnny out of it for as long as possible, even if the bprd's resources could help her. she didn't want klaus within a hundred miles of her remaining family.
@angelicgilbert gets a starter
Truth be told, Sebastián wished he had a different reason to seek out Elena after a few months of not crossing words. Alas, in his line of business, he hardly ever reached out to people with good news. Such was the burden of a Quaesitor, he feared.
Not that he had the time to feel sorry for himself over something so insignificant, though. Instead, he focused on pouring their coffee to help Elena feel welcome in his office. Granted, it seemed to be little more than the office of a generally successful lawyer -which he was- but he only used it as a front to cover his real business.
Business which required him to invite Elena fucking Gilbert of all people to a cup of coffee.
"I'll cut to the case, and pardon my bluntness," he started as he handed the cup of coffee over. "The Order of Hermes, which I'm part of, aprehended a rogue mage a few days ago-- Poking into his mind I found something deeeeeeeeeply worrisome that makes me think our good friend Klaus might have been brougt back."
#heirofhermes#v; default#so since you named her with gilbert in your starter i went with there being some confusion#also imma defend that in this verse she doesn't ask john for help at the bprd like she does in her primary verse#because in that verse she does have stefan back and i feel like there's a lot more structure in a plan to go after klaus#where as in her default verse stefan stays dead and she's a lot more isolated in what she can do to find klaus and what not#and she'd be more on edge about involving family members
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For the second day in a row, she was coming home from school right after the last bell, and alone. Aunt Judith wouldn't be able to cope. But when Elena reached her house, Aunt Judith's car was not in the driveway; she and Margaret must have gone out to the market. The house was still and peaceful as Elena let herself in.
She was glad for that stillness; she wanted to be alone right now. But, on the other hand, she didn't exactly know what to do with herself.
Now that she finally could cry, she found that tears wouldn't come. She let her backpack sag to the floor in the front hall and walked slowly into the living room.
It was a handsome, impressive room, the only part of the house besides Elena's bedroom that belonged to the original structure. That first house had been built before 1861, and had been almost completely burned in the Civil War. All that could be saved was this room, with its elaborate fireplace framed by scrolled molding, and the big bedroom above. Elena's father's great-grandfather had built a new house, and Gilberts had lived in it ever since.
Elena turned to look out of one of the ceiling-to-floor windows. The glass was so old that it was thick and wavery, and everything outside was distorted, looking slightly tipsy. She remembered the first time her father had showed her that wavery old glass, when she had been younger than Margaret was now.
The fullness in her throat was back, but still no tears would come. Everything inside her was contradictory. She didn't want company, and yet she was achingly lonely. She did want to think, but now that she was trying to, her thoughts eluded her like mice running from a white owl.
White owl… hunting bird… flesh eater… crow, she thought. "Biggest crow I've ever seen," Matt had said.
Her eyes stung again. Poor Matt. She'd hurt him, but he'd been so nice about it. He'd even been nice to Stefan.
Stefan. Her heart thudded once, hard, squeezing two hot tears out of her eyes. There, she was crying at last. She was crying with anger and humiliation and frustration-and what else?
What had she really lost today?
The Awakening, (Book Quote)
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|| just a general psa but i'll likely be using my alternate fc leah interchangeably on some threads in elena's main verses for the time being. at least until i have time to either make or commission icons of lizzie. lizzie is still going to be elena's main fc. i just have more resources at the moment for leah as i only have a few gifs of lizzie.
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